Quote Of the Day

Like success, failure is many things to many people. With Positive Mental Attitude, failure is a learning experience, a rung on the ladder, a plateau at which to get your thoughts in order and prepare to try again.

W. Clement Stone

SMS Of the Day

Is pyari si subah mein,
pyare se mausam mein,
pyari si koyal ki awaaz,
pyari si hawaaon mein,
sabse pyare insaan aur sabse pyare dost ko Good Morning!

Poem Of the Day

Angry Boss: tumne kabhi ullu dekha hai..
Executive (Sar jhukate hue): Nahin sir..
Boss: Niche kya dekh rahe ho, meri taraf dekho..


Poetry Of the Day

Aas dil mein hai tumhain panain ki,
Hum ghalti kar nahin saktay tumhain bhulani ki,
Ho sakti hai doori aap se lekin,
Himat hum(Aijaz) bhi rakhtay hain faslay mitani ki.


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You get the health benefits of coffee up through about the first twenty-four ounces. It's the biggest source of antioxidants for Americans, and we think it helps prevent Alzheimer's and Parkinson's as well.

If we get our self-esteem from superficial places, from our popularity, appearance, business success, financial situation, health, any of these, we will be disappointed, because no one can guarantee that we'll have them tomorrow.

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Ehsaas Bohat Hoga Jab Chor Ke Jaingay
Roengay Bohat Magar Aansu Nahi Aaengay
Jab Saat Na De Koi To Awaz Hamain Dena
Aasman Per Bhi Hongay To Lout Ke Aaengay

Aapko miss karna roz ki bat ho gai,
yaad karna aadat ki bat ho gai,
apase dur rahena kismat ki bat ho gai,
magar aapko bhulna
apane bas ke bahar ki baat ho gai!

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People who don't know how to keep themselves healthy ought to have the decency to get themselves buried, and not waste time about it.

Zindagi ki rahon me jab aage aage jaoge,
Peeche ek saya tum har dum paoge,
mudke dekhoge to tanhai hogi,
Agar mehsoos karoge to humko paoge

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Give me your hand

Make room for me
to lead and follow
beyond this rage of poetry.

Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.

For me
Give me your hand.

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth

And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil

When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse

When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets

Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.

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