Wo Pyar Ka Saboot Dikhaya Karta Tha..
Meri Zndgi Sirf Tum Ho Ye Bataya Karta Tha..
Wo Itni Mohabbat Karne Waala Badal Gaya..
Jo Har Baat Par Meri Kasam Khaya Karta Tha..!
Become an internationalist and learn to respect all life. Make war on machines. And in particular the sterile machines of corporate death and the robots that guard them.
Sukun Apne Dil Ka Maine Kho Diya, Khud Ko Tanhayi Ke Samundar Mein Duba Diya, Jo Thi Mere Kabhi Muskurane Ki Wajah, Aaj Uski Kami Ne Meri Palkon Ko Bheega Diya.
Doston Ki Dosti Hamain
Raas Bahut Aai, Zindagi
Hamari Khuli Kitaab Najar
Aai, Sb Padh Liye Sabak
Us Kitaab Mai Se,
Zindagi Mai Mout Ki,
Aadhuri Pyaas Najar Aai.
Holding this book in your hand, sinking back in your soft armchair, you will say to yourself: perhaps it will amuse me. And after you have read this story of great misfortunes, you will no doubt dine well, blaming the author for your own insensitivity, accusing him of wild exaggeration and flights of fancy. But rest assured: this tragedy is not a fiction. All is true.
Jab Se "I-Pill" Market mein aayi hai:
C@nd@m ki sale 70% tak gir gyi hai,
Abortion 90% tak gir gye hain,
Aur Ladkiyan 100% tak gir gyi hain....
Enjoy The Girawat..!!!
Be what you would seem to be - or, if you'd like it put more simply - never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.