In the far upper corner of my altar is a photo of Joan Crawford in her most fierce Mommy Dearest mode, just to remind me of some of the cost of everyone's hard-earned sweetness and light.
Mera Har Lamha Tumhare Hi Naam Hoga
Ab Ye Jeevan Bhi Tumpe Hi Qurban Hoga
Tere Har Gum Ko Sine Mein Chhupa Lunga
Aakhiri Waqt Mein Labo Par Tera Hi Naam Hoga.
Let us, if we must have great actions, make our own so. All action is of infinite elasticity, and the least admits of being inflated with celestial air, until it eclipses the sun and moon.
In each human heart terror survives The ravin it has gorged: the loftiest fear All that they would disdain to think were true: Hypocrisy and custom make their minds The fanes of many a worship, now outworn. They dare not devise good for man's estate, And yet they know not that they do not dare.
Service which is rendered without joy helps neither the servant nor the served. But all other pleasures and possessions pale into nothingness before service which is rendered in a spirit of joy.
Arz kiya he........
Gaur Farmaiyega...
.
Jab dekha unhone tirchi nazar se,
Kasam khuda ki madhosh ho gaye
hum,
.
Par jab pata chala
nazar parmanant tirchi hai,
.
To wahi khade-khade behosh ho gaye
hum.
.
Ek aur......
Ankho main nami thi,
Aur vitamin ki kami thi..
.
Wah Wah,
.
Jis se raat bhar chatting ki
woh girl friend ki mummy thi..
.
Ek aur....
.
Koi pathar se na maare
mere dewaane ko.
.
Nuclear power ka jamaana hai,
bomb se udaa do saale ko.
The seven deadly sins... food, clothing, firing, rent, taxes, respectability and children. Nothing can lift those seven millstones from Man's neck but money; and the spirit cannot soar until the millstones are lifted.
Jabse tumko dekha hai, Ek leher si ooth rahi hai mann mein mere, Kyu dil yeh mera bekaraar hai, Kya yeh sirf mere dil ki pukaar hai, Ya isi ka naam pyaar hai…?