My interest in science was always essentially limited to the study of principles.... That I have published so little is due to this same circumstance, as the great need to grasp principles has caused me to spend most of my time on fruitless pursuits.
Tairna hai to smandar mein tairo nadi naalo mein kya rakha hai?
Pyar karna hai to watan se karo In bewafa ladko mein kya rakha hai.
JAI HIND
Happy republic day
Most experiences provoke a transformation in you. So, when you live something, live it fully because you never know when this is going to happen again and not only that, if it even happens again, it will not have the same impact.
Zindagi Me Koi Do Minute Mere Paas Na Baitha.Aur Aaj Sb Mere Paas Baithe Ja Rahe The.
Koi Tohfa Na Mila Aaj Tak Mujhe Aur Aaj Phool Hi Phool Diye Ja Rahe The,
Taras gaye hm kisi k haath se diye ek kapde ko,
Aur Aaj Naye Naye Kapde Pahnaye Ja Rahe The,
Do Qadam Saath Chalne Ko Tayyar Na Tha Koi Aur Aaj Kafila Bana K Le Ja Rahe The,
Aaj Pata Chala Ke Mout Kitni Haseen Hai Aur Kambakhat Ham Yoon Hi Jiye Ja Rahe The.!!
I think fiction can help us find everything. You know, I think that in fiction you can say things and in a way be truer than you can be in real life and truer than you can be in non-fiction. There's an accuracy to fiction that people don't really talk about - an emotional accuracy.
We do not quite say that the new is more valuable because it fits in; but its fitting in is a test of its value - a test, it is true, which can only be slowly and cautiously applied, for we are none of us infallible judges of conformity.
It is only a novel... or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour, are conveyed to the world in the best-chosen language
jiyo itna ki jindgi kam pad jaye,
haso itna ki rona mushkil ho jaye,
kisi ko pana to kismat ki bat hai,
par chaho itna ki khuda dene par majboor ho jaye.
I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep!