.. yakeenan munkir ko mila hai phir ek mumkin khuda..
.. zakhm na marham, nishaan iss rooh pe sirf tera hai..
one revealed the difference between what's meant to be 'n what's not meant to be despite the zillion similarities 'n the other made me realize it's indeed meant to be if the similarities outweigh the differences; shukriya soulmates or else would've stayed oblivious of the revelations 'n the realizations.
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Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
*poker face*... err... I don't care if I have no aces up my sleeves as long as I can grab the queen 'coz it's the carrom 'n not poker that I am playing...
... naa dhoond kahan hogi meri madhoshi ki intehaa saaqi...
... mukammal hai nasha teri sharaab aur uske shabaab ka...
... whether I am drunk on life or intoxicated on alcohol is immaterial; what's important is that I am high...
cheers to love, luck 'n happiness...
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... mukammal hai nasha teri sharaab aur uske shabaab ka...
... whether I am drunk on life or intoxicated on alcohol is immaterial; what's important is that I am high...
cheers to love, luck 'n happiness...
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Monday, March 28, 2011
... khudi ko karr clueless itna ki harr clue ke baad Khuda pareshaan ho deewane se yeh poochhe ki abbe bachchey ki jaan lega kya... or something to that effect...
... my eyes always gimme away if ever I masquerade as wise; there's far too much dumbness 'n numbness of 38 years in 'em...
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Sunday, March 27, 2011
pur sukuun...
... teri ek aagosh ke sadke ab itna sukuun hai dilbar...
... itminaan se jeeta hoon; aur sabr se milegi qabr...
... the barren is fertile again, drenched in the miracle mist...
... the eternal salvation amidst a bountiful harvest of bliss...
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... itminaan se jeeta hoon; aur sabr se milegi qabr...
... the barren is fertile again, drenched in the miracle mist...
... the eternal salvation amidst a bountiful harvest of bliss...
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Friday, March 25, 2011
Am rejoicing India's win; yet wonder why we, the Indians, aren't gracious in losses 'n humble in victory; why every lost match means unending choicest abuses hurled at our players 'n every win an authority to extend same abuses on the losing opponents...
"IF"... ~Rudyard Kipling~
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And–which is more–you'll be a Man, my son!
~Rudyard Kipling~
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And–which is more–you'll be a Man, my son!
~Rudyard Kipling~
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Wednesday, March 23, 2011
10 things to learn from Japanese...
1. THE CALM
Not a single visual of chest-beating or wild grief. Sorrow itself has been elevated.
2. THE DIGNITY
Disciplined queues for water and groceries. Not a rough word or a crude gesture.
3. THE ABILITY
The incredible architects, for instance. Buildings swayed but didn't fall.
4. THE GRACE
People bought only what they needed for the present, so everybody could get something.
5. THE ORDER
No looting in shops. No honking and no overtaking on the roads. Just understanding.
6. THE SACRIFICE
Fifty workers stayed back to pump sea water in the N-reactors. How will they ever be repaid?
7. THE TENDERNESS
Restaurants cut prices. An unguarded ATM is left alone. The strong cared for the weak.
8. THE TRAINING
The old and the children, everyone knew exactly what to do. And they did just that.
9. THE MEDIA
They showed magnificent restraint in the bulletins. No silly reporters. Only calm reportage.
10. THE CONSCIENCE
When the power went off in a store, people put things back on the shelves and left quietly.
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Not a single visual of chest-beating or wild grief. Sorrow itself has been elevated.
2. THE DIGNITY
Disciplined queues for water and groceries. Not a rough word or a crude gesture.
3. THE ABILITY
The incredible architects, for instance. Buildings swayed but didn't fall.
4. THE GRACE
People bought only what they needed for the present, so everybody could get something.
5. THE ORDER
No looting in shops. No honking and no overtaking on the roads. Just understanding.
6. THE SACRIFICE
Fifty workers stayed back to pump sea water in the N-reactors. How will they ever be repaid?
7. THE TENDERNESS
Restaurants cut prices. An unguarded ATM is left alone. The strong cared for the weak.
8. THE TRAINING
The old and the children, everyone knew exactly what to do. And they did just that.
9. THE MEDIA
They showed magnificent restraint in the bulletins. No silly reporters. Only calm reportage.
10. THE CONSCIENCE
When the power went off in a store, people put things back on the shelves and left quietly.
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Tuesday, March 22, 2011
If ever insanity becomes a virtue, I will be a pious man; alas, but it would also be an epitome of delusion...
... err... am I bad influence or am I bad influence... I joined alcoholic anonymous 'n now it's called drunkard's bar...
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Sunday, March 20, 2011
I want my epitaph to read... “Flee; He's more alive than ya'd ever be... ”
... that's the beauty of an abyss... when it's nothingness get's filled, nothing et all remains amiss...
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Tuesday, March 15, 2011
I am what I am...
... apne sabr ka imtehaan bade besabr ho ke deta hoon...
... betahaashaa hasna bhi hai mujhe behisaab rone ke baad...
I slip
I try
I falter
I fly
I laugh
I cry
I believe
I lie
have just one life to rise 'n to fall...
am in a hurry to experience it all...
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... betahaashaa hasna bhi hai mujhe behisaab rone ke baad...
I slip
I try
I falter
I fly
I laugh
I cry
I believe
I lie
have just one life to rise 'n to fall...
am in a hurry to experience it all...
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Saturday, March 12, 2011
Salvation...
... gar kare woh aashanaa bhi tum se aashanaaii kahin...
... naseeb-e-jannat ka khawab hota hai mukammal yahin...
... There's no greater salvation than being loved back by the one ya love...
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... naseeb-e-jannat ka khawab hota hai mukammal yahin...
... There's no greater salvation than being loved back by the one ya love...
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Thursday, March 10, 2011
The cog of my impertinent being is as much drowned in infinite unanswered questions as it is floating in an eternal rainbow painted out of imperfect grays...
... hawaa se aashiqi kar baarish se furqat nibhayi hai...
... baadal ki yeh sifat kab sehra ko samajh aayi hai...
... it's not for the deserts to decipher why the clouds went along with the wind but parted ways with the rains...
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... baadal ki yeh sifat kab sehra ko samajh aayi hai...
... it's not for the deserts to decipher why the clouds went along with the wind but parted ways with the rains...
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Monday, March 07, 2011
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
... tamashaee puchen gar deewane dil ki dhadkano ka sabab...
... fizaa mein naam tera goonjen, haasil hua kaafir ko mazhab...
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
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... fizaa mein naam tera goonjen, haasil hua kaafir ko mazhab...
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
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Sunday, March 06, 2011
mystique... of mystiques...
... ek sarmadi muskuraahat se khizaan mein abr-e-bahaaraan hai chaaya...
... qabr mein asiir rooh pe dubaara hasarat-e-paravaaz ka hausalah aaya...
... an eternal smile is mystically drenching the forever autumns with a magical rain...
... wingless birds are painting skies in terrains; an insanely dead is walking again...
... qabr mein asiir rooh pe dubaara hasarat-e-paravaaz ka hausalah aaya...
... an eternal smile is mystically drenching the forever autumns with a magical rain...
... wingless birds are painting skies in terrains; an insanely dead is walking again...
Saturday, March 05, 2011
at least judge me at ya'r own comfort if not at ya'r own peril... 'coz the list is infinitely long of all that i have done wrong...
... mere aibon ki feharist beh-intehaa'i daraaz hai...
... thodi saans lo qaazi, pur sukoon se hisaab karna...
... thodi saans lo qaazi, pur sukoon se hisaab karna...
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