It's just a face I remember, But so strong in my mind, So beautiful and if ye see it, You'd definitely go blind. A flower just bloomed, Between the periwinkle and primrose tufts, So bright and mesmerizing, I just cannot bluff. Like the baby's, When it wakes up, So red and so plush, Nobody can just make it up. And just like the one you read, About the princesses and fairies, So fair, so bright, so shining, Like the sun's contrast on the prairies. And, oh, just to give a finishing touch, She wears an instrument on the nose, There she looks a perfecr maiden, From far and from close. Oh, and she is not Snow White nor Rapunzale, And not any other passing gal, She is the one from the beloved, Maybe not mine - but for one lucky fellow. And everytime I see her, I O my jaw in awe. -Aliasgar Chashmawala 13th August, 2017
आमची मुंबई gets a special treatment from the government. The recent stampede on the foot-over bridge at Prabhadevi local station (formerly known as Elphinstone), which almost killed 23 people, has struck people so hard that engineers had to be given help by the Indian army. https://youtu.be/gEw29nL3ua4 Yes, our CM, Shri Devendra Fadnavis, has declared that the construction of the foot-over bridges at the Elphinstone Rd, Currey Rd and Ambivalli will be carried out the 'jawans' of our nation. However, some people do have an opposite reaction. http://www.timesnownews.com/india/video/armyforaamaadmi-opposition-cries-foul-as-govt-ropes-in-army-to-re-build-elphinstone-bridge-in-mumbai/116421 Opposing to this decision, the Chief Minister of Punjab Captain Amarinder Singh said that this work is of the PWD and CPWD department (Central Public Work Department) and that the army should be on charge on the borders doing their respective duties. Contradicting to his statement over...
Life is a masquerade. Stages of life always make you something that you aren't. That's why they are called 'the stages of one's life. First- you pretend to be studious. All the energy of childhood stored in one word, discipline. Then, you grow up to be what elders call it the delicate part of one's life. All the vigour of youth and the dire want to discover the world, make new friends; to work where your heart takes along, the age of to go out and blast all the opportunities life suffices you with, is cruelly murdered- so that you, yet once again, grow up to be a big shot. Eventually, by the time you understand that there's an audience laughing at your play, you have suffered through the habit of smile, silence and solitude. Whatever happens, it's not the last day of your life, but merely, life was just a four letter word. . . . P.S - while reading this, you took out a moment to think for yourself. your heart told you that don't believe thi...
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