I am human and I am very sensitive, so of course it hurts when there is someone out there criticizing you. You work to do your best, you work to receive appreciation. It definitely hurts me lesser today because with time and experience I have learned to reduce the negativity and truly recognize the positivity in life which is so much more.
Muskurati Aankho Se Afsana Likha Tha.
Sayad Apka Meri Zindagi Me Aana Likha Tha.
Taqdeer To Dekho Mere Ansuo Ki.
Inka Bhi Apki Yad Me Beh Jana Likha Tha.
Old Mr. Rarx was not a pleasant man to look at, nor yet to talk to, or to be with, for no one could help seeing that he was a sordid and selfish character, and that he had warped further and further out of the straight with time.
Har dard sahunga main, har jakham chhupa lunga
Main teri wafao ko sine se laga lunga
Yado ke jharokho se
Tu dur se dekha kar
Tu meri hakiqat ko
Tanhai mai socha kar
Tu jab bhi meri khatir
Kuchh dur chala hoga
Kya aag lagi hogi
Kya dil bhi jala hoga
Mera hi mukadar kyon
Ab pas nahi hota
Fir bhi mujhko kyon iska
Ehsas nahi hota
Ab chhod de duniya ko, aa dil ki panaho mai
Main tujhko utha lunga, Jajbat ki bahon mai
aansuon ke jahan payamali rahi
aisi basti charagon se khali rahi
dushmanon ke tarah us se ladate rahe
apani chahat bhi kitni nirali rahi
jab kabhi bhi tumhara khayal aa gaya
phir kai roz tak bekhayali rahi
lab tarasate rahe ik hansi ke liye
meri kashti musafir se khali rahi
chand tare sabhi ham-safar the magar
zindagi raat thi raat kali rahi
mere sine pe khushbu ne sar rakh diya
meri banhon mein pulon ke dali rahi
Think about that. Two hundred and eighty-five new or expanded programs, $2 trillion more in new spending, and not one new bureaucrat to file out the forms or answer the phones?