There are three ways in which a ruler can bring misfortune on his army: By commanding the army to advance or to retreat, being ignorant of the fact that it cannot obey. This is called hobbling the army. By attempting to govern an army in the same way as he administers a kingdom, being ignorant of the conditions which obtain in an army. This causes restlessness in the soldier's minds. By employing the officers of his army without discrimination, through ignorance of the military principle of adaptation to circumstances. This shakes the confidence of the soldiers.
In living through this great epoch, it is difficult to reconcile oneself to the fact that one belongs to that mad, degenerate species that boasts of its free will. How I wish that somewhere there existed an island for those who are wise and of good will. In such a place even I should be an ardent patriot!
Din Gujar Gaya Hai Intzaar Mein,
Raat Gujar Gayi Intzaar Mein,
Naya Saal Mubarak Ho Aapko,
2013 Beet Gaya Aapke Sms Ke Intzar Mein.
Happy New Year 2014
- man
Haath Pakad Ke Rok Lete Unko.
Agar Un Par Mera Koi Zorr Hotaa.
Naa Rote Hum Bhi Unke Liye
Pagalon Ki Tarahh.
Agar Hamari Zndgi Me
Unke Siwaa Koi Aur Hota.
santa.baharat me kitne mahapurush paida huye hai
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banata.koi purush paida nhi huaa
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banta kyu
santa. sale paida to bachhe hote hai
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haal-e-dil main ne jo duniyaa ko sunanaa chahaa
mujh ko har shaKhs ne dil apnaa dikhanaa chahaa
apanii tasviir banaane ke liye duniyaa mein
main ne har rang pe ik rang charhanaa chahaa
Khaak-e-dil jauhar-e-aainaa ke kaam aa hii gaee
laakh duniyaa ne nigaahon se giranaa chahaa
sholaa-e-barq se gulashan ko bachaane ke liye
main ne har aag ko siine mein chhupanaa chahaa
Ek Ameer Moti Kaali Ladki Ek Beautician Ke Paas Yeh Puchne Gayi,
Ki Usse Kiss Color Ke Kapde Pehanne Chaiye.
Jisse Weh Attractive Lage.
Beautician : Dekhiye Madam, Bhagwan Ne Gaane Walli Chidiya Bnayi,
To Use Kahi Rang Diye.
Titli Ko Rang-Biranga Banaya Par Hathini Ko Ek Hi Rang Diya Hai.
I am disillusioned enough to know that no man's opinion on any subject is worth a damn unless backed up with enough genuine information to make him really know what he's talking about.
Posthumous men-myself, for example-are not as well understood as timely ones, but we are listened to better. More precisely: we are never understood-hence our authority.
Ummid banke log zindagi mei aate hai,
khwab banke aankho mei sama jaate hai,
pehle yakin dilate hai ki wo hamare hai,
fir na jaane Q tanha chhod jaate hai...
Reason is always a kind of brute force; those who appeal to the head rather than the heart, however pallid and polite, are necessarily men of violence. We speak of 'touching' a man's heart, but we can do nothing to his head but hit it.