Aksar jab hum aapko yaad karte hai
apne rab se yahi fariyaad karte hai
umar hamari bhi lag jaye aapko
kyoki hum aap ko khud se zyada pyar karte hai.
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Aap Ko Apni...
Kon Si Cheez Pe Naaz Hai...? (V2)
Select One Of These...*
*1, *2, *3, *4, *5,
*6, *7, *8, *9, *10,
Answer
*1, Apne Ghusse Par
*2, Khobsurti Par
*3, Smartness Par
*4, Muhabbat Par
*5, Dressing Par
*6, Aankhon Par
*7, Samajhdari Par
*8, Lips Par
*9, Dosti Par
*10, Paise Par
I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. It was all very careless and confused. They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.
One of the biggest lessons I've learned recently is that when you don't know what to do, you should do nothing until you figure out what to do because a lot of times you feel like you are pressed against the wall, and you've got to make a decision. You never have to do anything. Don't know what to do? Do nothing.
When I Was 17, My Father Was So Stupid, I Didn't Want To Be Seen With Him In Public. When I Was 24, I Was Amazed At How Much The Old Man Had Learned In Just 7 Years.
Death to a good man is but passing through a dark entry, out of one little dusky room of his Father's house into another that is fair and large, lightsome and glorious, and divinely entertaining.
Aisa DOSTANA hamara,
Mai KASHTI tu kinara,
Mai DHANUSH tu teer,
Mai MATAR tu paneer,
Mai VARSHA tu badal,
Mai RAJMA tu chawal,
Mai HOT tu cool,
Mai APRIL tu....?
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Mujhe Dard-E-Ishq Ka Mazaa Maloom Hai,
Dard-E-Dil Ki Inteha Maloom Hai,
Zindagi Bhar Muskuraane Ki Dua Naa Dena,
Mujhe Pal Bhar Muskuraane Ki Sazaa Maloom Hai
Bichad Jaana Tu Us Ke Liye Maayane Nahin Rakhta,
Jafaon Ka Apni Hisaab Woh Zubaani Nahin Rakhta,
Rotaa Nahin Yaa Use Ronaa Nahin Aata,
Sungdil Hai Yaa Phir Aankhon Mein Paani Nahin Rakhta…
Machinery is aggressive. The weaver becomes a web, the machinist a machine. If you do not use the tools, they use you. All tools are in one sense edge-tools, and dangerous.
The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew: The conscious stone to beauty grew.