Today I must humbly thank Providence, whose grace has enabled me, who was once an unknown soldier in the War, to bring to a successful issue the struggle for the restoration of our honor and rights as a nation.
Winners embrace hard work. They love the discipline of it, the trade-off they're making to win. Losers, on the other hand, see it as punishment. And that's the difference.
Ummeed aisi ho jo jeene ko majboor kare,
Raah aisi ho jo chalne ko majboor kare,
Mahak kam na ho kabhi dosti me,
Pyaar aisa ho jo milne ko majboor kare.
This man, who for twenty-five years has been reading and writing about art, and in all that time has never understood anything about art, has for twenty-five years been hashing over other people's ideas about realism, naturalism and all that nonsense; for twenty-five years he has been reading and writing about what intelligent people already know and about what stupid people don't want to know--which means that for twenty-five years he's been taking nothing and making nothing out of it. And with it all, what conceit! What pretension!
The nature of Christ's existence is mysterious, I admit; but this mystery meets the wants of man. Reject it, and the world is an inexplicable riddle; believe it, and the history of our race is satisfactorily explained.
Zoo Mein Ek Sher Ne Santa Ko Maar-Maar Ke Zakhmi Kar Diya.
Logo Ne Hairan Hokar Sher Se Puchha.
“Arey Tum To Bade Sidhe-Sadhe Shareef The, Santa Ko Maar Maar Ke Kyu Zakhmi Kiya”
Sher :lion_face:Gusse Se Bola: “Arey Sale Ne Dimag Kharab Kar Rakha Tha, Kitni Der Se Bole Jaa Raha Tha, Itni Badi Billi – Itni Badi Billi“ :lion_face::lion_face::lion_face: