Tuesday, 25 October 2011

joke of d day...

‎2 Pagal Cricket Match Dekh Rahey Thay..
Afridi Nay Sixer Maara..
Pehla Pagal!!
Wah Kya Goal kiya Hai! .
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Doosra Pagal: Bewaquf Goal Is Mein Nahi, Cricket Mein Hota Hai..

meraa sar haazir hai lekin meraa munsif dekh le kar rahaa hai mere fard-e-jurm kii tahariir kaun

Poet: Parveen Shakir

paa-ba-gil sab hai.n rihaa_ii kii kare tadabiir kaun
dast-bastaa shahar me.n khole merii zanjiir kaun

[rihaa_ii = freedom; tadabiir = solution/way]
[dast-bastaa = tied hands]

meraa sar haazir hai lekin meraa munsif dekh le
kar rahaa hai mere fard-e-jurm kii tahariir kaun

[munsif = judge; fard-e-jurm = tale of guilt]
[tahariir = writing]

aaj darvaazo.n pe dastak jaanii pahachaanii sii hai
aaj mere naam laataa hai merii taaziir kaun

[taaziir = punishment]

niind jab Khvaabo.n se pyaarii ho to aise ahad me.n
Khvaab dekhe kaun aur Khvaabo.n ko de taabiir kaun

[ahad = era/times]

ret abhii pichhale makaano.n kii na vaapas aa_ii thii
phir lab-e-saahil gharaundaa kar gayaa taamiir kaun

[lab-e-saahil = on the shoreline; taamiir = construct]

saare rishte hijrato.n me.n saath dete hai.n to phir
shahar se jaate hue hotaa hai daaman_giir kaun

merii chaadar to chhinii thii shaam kii tanhaa_ii ne
beridaa_ii ko merii phir de gayaa tashahiir kaun

dushmano.n ke saath mere dost bhii aazaad hai.n
dekhanaa hai khe.nchataa hai mujh pe pahalaa tiir kaun

‎"If all he wants her for is her Breast,Legs and thighs send him to KFC. C is a lady,not someones cheap value menu.".:(((( ...READ IT>>>>>>

‎"If all he wants her for is her Breast,Legs and thighs send him to KFC. C is a lady,not someones cheap value menu.".:((((
...READ IT>>>>>>

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said, "When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,

yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

Parveen Shakir:) cheharaa meraa thaa nigaahe.n us kii



cheharaa meraa thaa nigaahe.n us kii
Khaamushii me.n bhii vo baate.n us kii

mere chehare pe Gazal likhatii ga_ii.n
sher kahatii hu_ii aa.nkhe.n us kii

shoKh lamho.n kaa pataa dene lagii.n
tez hotii hu_ii saa.nse.n us kii

aise mausam bhii guzaare ham ne
subahe.n jab apanii thii.n shaame.n us kii

dhyaan me.n us ke ye aalam thaa kabhii
aa.nkh mahataab kii yaade.n us kii

faisalaa mauj-e-havaa ne likkhaa
aa.ndhiyaa.n merii bahaare.n us kii

niind is soch se TuuTii aksar
kis tarah kaTatii hai.n raate.n us kii

duur rah kar bhii sadaa rahatii hai
mujh ko thaame hue baahe.n us kii