koi kissi ko mil gaya.

To tell us a joke

We tear off our ears

The fire that we stoke

You wrote me a note

The pages were blank

And i i should have known

Invisible ink

I know that i am yours and you will be mine

Come and join us in the trenches

Red and purple by our side

Say you’ll never leave us

In this company of mine

You carry this dirt

We stole from the source

Its tongue will be hurt

Attack from the north

The color was red

The number was six

Now you’re in my head

No more to convince

I know that i am yours and you will be mine

Come and join us in the trenches

Red and purple by our side

Say you’ll never leave us

In this company of mine

I bring this back home

Just hoping i’ve changed

So that you will know

Just how i’m deranged

But you’re off on your search

You’re crying then went to church

You’re safe or at least i heard

Until to me you return

I know that i am yours and you will be mine

Come and join us in the trenches

Red and purple by our side

Say you’ll never leave us

In this company of mine

Yeh Mehlon,Yeh Takhton,Yeh Taajon Ki Duniya,
Yeh Insaan Key Dushman Samaajon Ki Duniya,
Yeh Doulat Key Bhookhey Riwajon Ki Duniya,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai.

Har Ek Jism Ghayal, Har Ek Rooh Pyaasi,
Nigahon Mein Uljhan, Dilon Mein Udaasi,
Yeh Duniya Hai Ya Aalam-e-Badhawasi,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai.

Yahaan Eik Khilona Hai Insaan Ki Hasti,
Yeh Basti Hai Murda Paraston Ki Basti,
Yahaan To Jeevan Sey Hai Maut Sasti,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai.

Jawaani Bhatakti Hai Badkaar Ban Kar,
Jawaan Jism Sajtey Hein Bazaar Ban Kar,
Yahaan Pyaar Hota Hai Byopaar Ban Kar,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai.

Yeh Duniya Jahaan Aadmi Kuch Nahi Hai,
Wafa Kuch Nahi, Dosti Kuch Nahi Hai,
Yahaan Pyaar Ki Qadr Hi Kuch Nahi Hai,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai.

Jala Do Isey, Phoonk Dalo Yeh Duniya.
Mere Saamne Se Hata Lo Yeh Duniya,
Tumhari Hai Tum Hi Sambhalo Yeh Duniya,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai?

Pyaasa (1957)

Lyrics-Saahir Ludhiyanavi

“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.”

“A wise girl kisses but doesn’t love, listens but doesn’t believe, and leaves before she is left.”

“If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything.”

“It’s not true that I had nothing on. I had the radio on.”

“If I’d observed all the rules I’d never have got anywhere.”

“It’s all make believe, isn’t it?”

Would you know how to describe it? Really describe it.

Thankfully, a patent has done that for you, in gruesome detail.

An implantable penile prosthesis for implanting completely within a patient’s penis comprising at least one elongated member having a flexible distal forward section for implantation within the pendulous penis, said forward section being constructed to rigidize upon being filled with pressuring fluid; a proximal, rearward section adapted to be implanted within the root end of the penis, said rearward section containing a fluid reservoir chamber, externally operable pump means in said member for transferring fluid under pressure to said flexible distal forward section of said member for achieving an erection; and valve means positioned within said member which open when said pump is operated so that fluid is forced from said pump through said valve means into said flexible distal forward section of said chamber.

( Scott v. Finney, 34 F.3d 1058)

How *sexy* is that, huh?

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You know, because I love you.

You’ll get profiled at the gate. Repeatedly. Walking purposefully while you are completely lost will become a great skill. Bluff playing may also improve.

You’ll make friends with the police man, tell him you left your pass somewhere else. You’ll smile sweetly, if a little desperately. He will enjoy his power a little, and he will let you go. Too many criminals pass through those gates anyway.

Black and white will be the new, well, black and white.

You will carry great weights on your little shoulders, mostly just paper. You will know where the forests of the world are going. To Law Offices. You will struggle, but it will all be fun and exciting.

You will understand why Post-It making is a great profitable business.

Timers will find you entertaining. They will ask you if your Daddy is a lawyer, and tell you to read the newspaper loudly every morning. Thats for strengthening your vocal chords. For the shouting to come, perhaps?

It’ll teach you that Moot Courts are crap. Beautiful and exciting, but crap.

You will understand that staring at your watch repeatedly will not help. You got to do what you got to do. You got to stay in office, and be happy about it. Or not. But, you have to stay anyway. You will miss birthdays, but what you will experience is a surprising amount of ability within yourself. You’ll learn that the city is your’s to play with, even after 9 pm. Even when its dark and scary. When it doesn’t scare you anymore, its tamed. Thats a great power. A great feeling.

You’ll see so many you people you know around every corner that you’ll think you have a little Bar Council of your own.

You’ll hang at the “Khufiya Cafe”, and be surrounded by Legalese.

Mostly, you’ll love it. A little bit everyday.

Cthulhu Mythos.

Weird Tales.

Necronomicon.

We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity.

Forbidden Knowledge and the Mountain of Madness.

Red Hook.

Momentarily glimpsing the horror of ultimate reality.

“How happy is the Blameless Vestal’s lot?”

To be blameless, perhaps, is to not live at all. To be a vestal, in spite of life?

Was he referring, albeit ironically, to the apparent impossibility of this statement?

Was it a sadistic, as also masochistic question?

If we are our memories, nothing more and nothing less. Then, a person with no memories of blame, exploits and regrets, or a blameless vestal, is nothing at all.

To have the eternal sunshine or the moody weather of a lived life? To have a spotless mind or a scarred body? Each scar a reminder, a memory in relief?

Scars are the medallions of the living. They represent our freedom, our strength and our failings. Most of all they represent, that we lived.

“Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Every Prayer Accepted, Every Wish Resigned.”

– Alexander Pope