You see I'm trying in all my stories to get the feeling of the actual life across, not just to depict life, or criticize it, but to actually make it alive.
If on Judgement Day I were summoned by St. Peter to give testimony to the used-to-be sheriff's act of kindness, I would be unable to say anything in his behalf. His confidence that my uncle and every other Black man who heard of the Klan's coming ride would scurry under their houses to hide in chicken droppings was too humiliating to hear. Without waiting for Momma's thanks, he rode out of the yard, sure that things were as they should be and that he was a gentle squire, saving those deserving serfs from the laws of the land, which he condoned.
We who have seen him now, light on his feet, smooth moving as a leopard, a young man with an old man's science, the most beautiful fighting machine I have ever seen, may live to see him fat, slow, old, and bald taking a beating from a younger man. But I would like to hazard a prediction that whoever beats Joe Louis in an honest fight in the next fifteen years will have to get up the floor to do it.
I have never seen one who really loves goodness or one who really hates wickedness. One who really loves goodness will not place anything above it. One who really hates wickedness will practice goodness in such a way that wickedness will have no chance to get at him. Is there anyone who has devoted his whole strength to doing good for even as long as a single day? I have not seen anyone give up such an attempt because he had not the strength to go on. Perhaps there is such a case, but I have never seen it.
Tera dukh hum seh nahi sakte,
bhari mehfil me kuch keh nahi sakte,
hamare girte aansu pakad ke dekh,
wo bhi kehte hai yaar hum SMS kare
bin reh nahi sakte.
कुछ को ख्वाब देख के जीने
की आदत है,
कुछ को मैखाने में पीने
की आदत है ,
हम हैं परेशां दीवानापन
की आदतों से,
पर जाने
क्यों शादी की शहनाईयों से
डरते हैं!!
इंतजार कर रहा हूँ जुश्तजू जो है ,
इज़हार भले ही न करूँ आरज़ू
तो है ,
कुछ मोहबत में किस्से सुने हैं ऐसे ,
हम अभी से
आपकी तनहायिओ से डरते
हैं !!
It is a quaint comment on the notion that the English are practical and the French merely visionary, that we were rebels in arts while they were rebels in arms.
Sukh Unko Milta Hai Jo Dukh Ko Sehte Hain..
AanSoo Unke Behte Hai
Jo Yodon Mein Rehte Hain.
Aur.
Hum SMS Unko Bhejte Hai
Jo Hamare Dil Mein Rehte Hain.