When you find the way/ others will find you./ Passing by on the road/ they will be drawn to your door./ The way that cannot be heard/ will be echoed in your voice./ The way that cannot be seen/ will be reflected in your eyes.
I've been on planes flying through thunder storms when the pilot says, 'ladies and gentlemen, we tried to fly around it but we can't so it's going to be rough'.And when a pilot says it's going to be bad, it's going to be rough. And you say to youself, boy, I could have got the train.
A careful physician . . . before he attempts to administer a remedy to his patient, must investigate not only the malady of the man he wishes to cure, but also his habits when in health, and his physical constitution.
itana yakeen to apne aap pe bhi nahi,
jitna hai tere pyaar pe,
har saans le raha hoon,
tere hausalon ke atebaar pe,
mere dil ki aag boojhane ek baar to aa jaa,
markar bhi jee jaonga,
sadke tere pyaar pe…
apna rista bara ajib sa lagta hai,
door rah kr bhi tu karib sa lagta hai.
janta hoon tu mujhe mil nahi sakta,
fir kyu tu mujhe mera naseeb sa lagta hai.
Teri Bahon Me Simatne Ki Chahat Hai,
Tere Sath Lipatne Ki Chahat Hai,
Khuda Ko Ek Nazar Dekhne ke Baad,
Tujh Par Mar Mitne Ki Chahat Hai,
Tere Sath Guzara Har Lamha Apne Har Pal,
Tere Sath Rehne Ki Aadat Ho Gayi Hai,
Tum Pyar Bhari Ek Nazar Daalo Mujh Par,
In Aankho Ke Sagar Me Dubne Ki Chahat Hai !!
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 ...
Those who suffer from an exaggerated sense of their own ability and accomplishment are continually subject to frustration, disappointment, and rage when reality intrudes and the world doesn't validate their idealized view of themselves.
The Frenchman works until he can play. The American works until he can’t play; and then thanks the devil, his master, that he is donkey enough to die in harness. But the Englishman, as he has since become, works until he can pretend that he never worked at all.