Sakti...a devil by choicE
...devil says,"life is journey_own Risk"
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Devil's Philosophy........... b u l l - s h i t
... i am liar
but what is Truth about? What is Lie? I am not mature enough to define it? I had read in my school days about the great Galileo to prove that Earth is revolving around the Sun and discarded the old belief of ages.e. But all our great sacred epics had already been written by that time....no one to correct the mistake. Many crores of people had already died with that fact (LIE) thinking that as the absolute truth (Lie).....but in one day all changed. Strange, isn't it ?
People started believing and joking on their ancestors ignorance. But did that last long ? History repeated. Scientist of 20th century proved that Sun too is moving like Earth, not constant. Now we are laughing on our grand parents and great grand parents.Poor ancestors, aren't they ?
What a fun? Who knows when the so called truth for us will be a reason for laugh for our next generation? Now you tell which is true....the belief of truth or the truth itself? Confused. So do I.
I believe LIE is the ultimate and absolute truth in the universe. See Truth is changing with time, but LIE, with the change of time it is caring, loving and accepting the yesterdays truth into its lap. Curdling and telling, dear truth, dont worry, let the whole universe hate you and make joke on you as you became a LIE today, but I am yours, always yours. I knew that you will come one day to me. Believe me I will not let you out to the world of TRUTH which has no meaning, no heart but a language full of worthless alphabets.
May the Lie love the Truth forever. Amen.
Sometimes I pen few words and call it as my literature. I send them to my friends to flaunt my so called talent. But my friends are so generous that they make out some time to read my messy lines and do recommend the changes. I feel no shame that after taking all my friends suggestions my writings become aliens to me and I try to get credit of that. This page is dedicated to my lovely friends.
Sometimes I pen few words and call it as my literature. I send them to my friends to flaunt my so called talent. But my friends are so generous that they make out some time to read my messy lines and do recommend the changes. I feel no shame that after taking all my friends suggestions my writings become aliens to me and I try to get credit of that.
This page is dedicated to my lovely friends.
Do you know thisSometimes I think, why the word 'why' is used to know the root of any happenings. What is the use of 'what' when we don't know how to use the simple word 'how' to know the process. In the busy life when we forgot to use the word 'when' to think about the society. Where is our intelligence to ask 'where' the world is going, 'which' is the best way to handle the corruption. Will you want to know all the answers ? For being a part of the knowledge explosion click here.
Do you know this
Sometimes I think, why the word 'why' is used to know the root of any happenings. What is the use of 'what' when we don't know how to use the simple word 'how' to know the process. In the busy life when we forgot to use the word 'when' to think about the society. Where is our intelligence to ask 'where' the world is going, 'which' is the best way to handle the corruption. Will you want to know all the answers ?
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If I Were A KidMmmm...aaaa....Maa, the firstword, the first step, the toffee, the ice cream, the salty tear n snout, somersault in village pond, running behind a butterfly, Ramyana n Mahabharat, grandman's stories, alladin and princess, sholay's Gabbar, Mr. India, angels and demons, stomacheache for bunking classes, copying homework, the wet dreams in the in unmasked eyes. Few good old moments to live on. For living on your good old memories please click here.
If I Were A Kid
Mmmm...aaaa....Maa, the firstword, the first step, the toffee, the ice cream, the salty tear n snout, somersault in village pond, running behind a butterfly, Ramyana n Mahabharat, grandman's stories, alladin and princess, sholay's Gabbar, Mr. India, angels and demons, stomacheache for bunking classes, copying homework, the wet dreams in the in unmasked eyes. Few good old moments to live on.
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Journey from Heart...A journey started with kiss of a grandma beard of a grandpa, the touch of a mother, toffee of a father, rakhi of a sister, pat of a brother, shoulder of a friend, drops of rain, smell of earth, thunder of a storm,beauty of new high bosom girl, click of a eye, pen of a billet-doux, smooch of a beloved, slap of a girl's brother, break of heart, tears of helplessness, same shoulder of friend, search for new...and on and on. For being a part of the journey please click here.
Journey from Heart...
A journey started with kiss of a grandma beard of a grandpa, the touch of a mother, toffee of a father, rakhi of a sister, pat of a brother, shoulder of a friend, drops of rain, smell of earth, thunder of a storm,beauty of new high bosom girl, click of a eye, pen of a billet-doux, smooch of a beloved, slap of a girl's brother, break of heart, tears of helplessness, same shoulder of friend, search for new...and on and on.
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