My Fundoo World......

That was yesterday… that was yesterday……….

Humse tum pyaar karte the, ikraar karte the…
That was yesterday… that was yester day……….
Is dil ko behlate the, saare naaz uthate the…
Humse milna chahte the… that was yesterday…………. That was yesterday……..
That was yesterday… that was yesterday……….

Hum roothte the manate the tum, Hum roothte the manate the tum….
chahat me kitna hasate the tum……….
Sapno ko mehkate the, aate the jaate the…….
That was yesterday… that was yester day……….
Humse tum pyaar karte the, ikraar karte the…
That was yesterday… that was yesterday……….
That was yesterday… that was yesterday……….

Hum kitne bhole the naadan the….. Hum kitne bhole the naadan the…..
Teri mohabbat se anjaan the……….
tum humko samjhte the, aate the jaate the…..
That was yesterday… that was yesterday….
Humse tum pyaar karte the, ikraar karte the…
That was yesterday… that was yesterday……….
That was yesterday… that was yesterday……….

That was yesterday… that was yester day….
Humse tum pyaar karte the, ikraar karte the…
That was yesterday… that was yesterday……….

Is dil ko behlate the, saare naaz uthate the…
Humse milna chahte the… that was yesterday…………. That was yesterday……..
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A humourous speech on Kashmir

An ingenious example of speech and politics occurred recently in the United Nations Assembly that made the world community smile.


A representative from India began: 'Before beginning my talk I want to tell you something about Rishi Kashyap of Kashmir, after whom Kashmir is named.

When he struck a rock and it brought forth water, he thought, 'What a good opportunity to have a bath.'

He removed his clothes, put them aside on the rock and entered the water.

When he got out and wanted to dress, his clothes had vanished. A Pakistani had stolen them.'

The Pakistani representative jumped up furiously and shouted, 'What are you talking about? The Pakistanis weren't there then.'

The Indian representative smiled and said, 'And now that we have made that clear, I will begin my speech.'

Fashionable goals

This is the way we are. Trying to become somebody else, trying to become better, trying to improve, is the whole nonsensical approach that has corrupted humanity down the ages. All religions have been corrupted because of this constant hankering that one has to improve; one has to becoming this or that.Maybe the goal is becoming spontaneous these are just fashions. Sometimes the goal is to become holy, sometimes the goal is to become a saint, sometimes the goal is to become a revolutionary, sometimes the goal is to become spontaneous, but the goal is always there, whatsoever you call it makes no difference. All goals create tension and anguish. Live without goals and then you are spontaneous. Whatsoever is the case, is the case.

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"Chicken Soup For The Soul"

In 1989 an 8.2 earthquake almost flattened Armenia, killing over 30,000 people in less than four minutes. In the midst of utter devastation and chaos, a father left his wife secure;y at home and rushed to the school where his son was supposed to be, only to discover that the building was as flat as a pancake. after the traumatic initial shock, he remembered the promise he had made to his son: "No matter what I 'll always be there for you!" And tears began to fill his eyes. As he looked at the pile of debris that once was the school, it looked hopeless, but he kept remembering his commitment to his son.

He began to concentrate on where he walked his son to class at school each morning. Remembering his son's classroom, would be in the back right corner of the building, he rushed there and started digging through the rubble.

As he was digging, other forlorn parents arrived, clutching their hearts, saying "My son! "My daughter!" other well meaning parents tried to pull him off of what was left of the school saying
"It's too late!"
"They're dead!"
"You can't help!"
"Go home!"
"Come on, face reality, there' nothing you can do!" You're just going to make things worse!"
To each parent he responded with one line "Are you going to help me now? And then he proceeded to dig for his son, stone by stone.
The fire chief showed up and tried to pull him off of the school's debris saying "Fires are breaking out, explosions are happening everywhere. You're in danger. we'll take care of it. Go home. "To which this loving, caring Armenian father asked," Are you going to help me now?" The police came and said," You're angry, distraught and it's over. you're endangering others. Go home. We'll handle it!" To which he replied, "Are you going to help me now?" No one helped.
Courageously he proceeded alone because he needed to know for himself: Is my boy alive or is he dead?"
He dug for eight hours.......12 hours........24 hours..........36 hours..............then in the 38th hour, he pulled back a boulder and heard his son's voice. he screamed his son's name, "ARMAND!" He heard back, Dad!?! It's me Dad! I told the other kids not to worry. I told 'em that if you were alive, you'd save me and when you saved me, they'd be saved. you promised, No matter what, I'll always be there for you!" You did it Dad!"
"What's going on in there? How is it?" the father asked.
There are 14 of us left out of 33, Dad. We're scared, hungry, thirsty and thankful you're here. When building collapsed, it made a wedge, like a triangle, and it saved us."
"Come on out, boy!"
"No, Dad! Let the other kids out first, 'cause I know you'll get me! No matter what, I know you'll be there for me!"