Aur haan bhosad sale ...madarchod sale...haan tujhe hi keh raha hoon...tum sale kaam kis liye karte ho gaandu....naam kamane keliye...agar haan to phir bahut hi dukh ki baat hai...hum log ek saathkaam karte the galaxy mein...aur ek saath gaand todvate the.....jahan tak main tujhe jaanta that tu aisa nahin hai...abka pata nahinmujhe...aur Madhur ne kitna kaam kiya hai who hi jaanta hai.....saale aur baat batao.......har aadmi ke liye kaam bane hote hain ...madhur didhis job where he had t...just that he did not had his fingers cut andwhatsoever doesn't mean he is an person whom you should not treat as ahuman being...Seekh jao sale doosron ko bhi ek insaan ki tarah treat karne ka....nahin to khud bhi dukhi rahoge aur doosron ko bhi dukhi rakhoge
It actually began, quite reluctantly. Unnecessary as it may seem, life teaches you what you allow it to teach. Even Life cannot teach you what it offers you. One has to let himself dissolve into the experience and let it sink in, and that I might call religion or education. Whatever the other person is willing to accept. Nay. Does it matter? Nay.
Life is about teaching oneself. Being a self-thought-taught "person", picking up bits and pieces from various experiences, I tread on a path; I have myself laid out for myself. Never have I asked, in other words, begged for words, from "messiahs". Never did I think myself of having enough virtue, call it patience, to learn from others. So "rich" were my experiences.
Things change, dynamically. Responding to an open question, throwing caution to the winds, I immersed myself into a debate, with people who thought, had streamlined their thinking apparatus and abilities. Gradually, they pestered; read "lee
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