Once in a mental hospital, a person grows used to the freedom that exists in the world of madness and becomes addicted to it. You no longer have to take on responsibilities, to struggle to earn your daily bread, to be bothered with repetitive, mundane tasks. You could spend hours looking at a picture or making absurd doodles. Everything is torelated because, after all, the person is mentally ill.
People don't realise what they had till it's gone. Like President Kennedy - nobody like him. Like The Beatles, there will never be anything like them. Like my man, Elvis Presley - I was the Elvis of boxing.
Tu Pyar Hai Mera Mujh Par
Haq Tera Rhega, Tu Khush
Rhna Hmesha Dukho Par Haq
Mera Rhega, Mujhe Dukhi Dekh
Kar Dukhi Na Hona Kunki
Aanshuo Par Haq Mera Rhega.
Sardar in Hotel-
Mai Yaha Nai Rahunga,
Mere Paise Wapas Karo!
Itna Chota Room?
Mujhe Jaanwar Samjha Hai kya?
Waiter- Mere bap!
Room Me Chal,
Ye Lift HAI.
"F"l"o"w"e"r"f" u"l"
Morning
"C"o"l"o"u"r"f" u"l"
Noon
"J"o"y"f"u"l"
Evening
"P"e"a"c"e"f"u" l"
Night
Be Happy Its A
"F"a"n"t"a"s"t" i"c"
Day For you, -GOOD MORNING........