Tis not in battles that from youth we train The Governor who must be wise and good, And temper with the sternness of the brain Thoughts motherly, and meek as womanhood.
Agar Hum Ladai jhagda kar ke maar kha ke
ghar aate hai To apnelogo ka Reaction-
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Dad=chal chod,ab us ladke k paas mat jana
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Mom=are mere bete ka kya haal kar dia
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Sister=bhaiya dard ho raha hai kya?
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Lover=kutto ki tarah ladaai karke pit ke
mere samne kyo khade ho
But finaly our friends say= Gadi nikaal uski
maa bhen ek Karke aata hai , uski maa ka
saki naka ...
Mere Sine Pe Tera Sar Rakh Ke
Sone Ka Intizaar, Raat Bahr Jee
Bhar Ke Pyar Karne Ka Intizaar,
Jo Sath Guzare The Un Lamho Ke
Lot Aane Ka Intizaar, Tujhe Apna
Bana Ke Sang Jeene Ka Intizaar Aur
Ye Intizaar Khatam Hone Ka Intizaar!
The election of a deputy to the Legislature offers a noble and majestic spectacle comparable only to the delivery of a child. It involves the same efforts, the same impurities, the same laceration, and the same triumph.
Let no man turn aside, ever so slightly, from the broad path of honour, on the plausible pretence that he is justified by the goodness of his end. All good ends can be worked out by good means.
I am sure no other civilization, not even the Romans, has showed such a vast proportion of ignominious and degraded nudity, and ugly, squalid dirty sex. Because no other civilization has driven sex into the underworld, and nudity to the W.C.
U might b sleeping, U might b awake, there’s a feeling i just cant shake…
I know deep inside this feeling is right the uncontrolable urge 2 say… Good Night
By replacing fear of the unknown with curiosity we open ourselves up to an infinite stream of possibility. We can let fear rule our lives or we can become childlike with curiosity, pushing our boundaries, leaping out of our comfort zones, and accepting what life puts before us.
Kisi Ko Meri Yaad Aaye Ek
Arsa Hua.. Koi Hai Bekhabar
Koi Hai Tarsa Hua.. Is Tarah
Khamosh Hai Ye Dil Aur Ankhe
Meri.. Jaise Khamosh Ho Koi
Badal Barsa Hua..!
apk ye adaton pe hm to mar mite..barbad v karden jamana par apk bank jina tamana h meri..ab to ar fasila na badhaye ye bas ek minati h meri..ye bas meri Jaan k liye..unka thoda adat ye shayari se mila to hm ye comment ki..par ye is comment nahi..ye meri pyar k liye meri jajban h jo maine bayan ki..