e mërkurë, 12 dhjetor 2007
e enjte, 15 nëntor 2007
A $2.8 Billion Mistake by Steve Jobs
http://norris.blogs.nytimes.com/2006/12/29/a-28-billion-mistake-by-steve-jobs/
e martë, 13 nëntor 2007
Warren Buffett's secrets of success
http://specials.rediff.com/money/2007/aug/10buff1.htm
e martë, 26 qershor 2007
IN THE LINE OF FIRE...!!!
Vivek Pradhan was not a happy man. Even the plush comfort of the air-conditioned compartment of the Shatabdi express could not cool his frayed nerves. He was the Project Manager and still not entitled to air travel. It was not the prestige he sought, he had tried to reason with the admin person, it was the savings in time. As PM, he had so many things to do. He opened his case and took out the laptop, determined to put the time to some good use.
"Are you from the software industry sir," the man beside him was staring appreciatively at the laptop.
Vivek glanced briefly and mumbled in affirmation, handling the laptop now with exaggerated care and importance as if it were an expensive car.
"You people have brought so much advancement to the country sir. Today everything is getting computerized."
"Thanks," smiled Vivek, turning around to give the man a look.
He always found it difficult to resist appreciation. The man was young and stocky like a sportsman. He looked simple and strangely out of place in that little lap of luxury like a small town boy in a prep school. He probably was a railway sportsman making the most of his free traveling pass.
"You people always amaze me," the man continued, "You sit in an office and write something on a computer and it does so many big things outside."
Vivek smiled deprecatingly. Naivety demanded reasoning not anger. "It is not as simple as that my friend. It is not just a question of writing a few lines. There is a lot of process that goes behind it." For a moment, he was tempted to explain the entire Software Development Lifecycle but restrained himself to a single statement. "It is complex, very complex."
"It has to be. No wonder you people are so highly paid," came the reply.
This was not turning out as Vivek had thought. A hint of belligerence came into his so far affable, persuasive tone.
"Everyone just sees the money. No one sees the amount of hard work we have to put in.Indians have such a narrow concept of hard work. Just because we sit in an air-conditioned office does not mean our brows do not sweat. You exercise the muscle; we exercise the mind and believe me that is no less taxing."
He had the man where he wanted him and it was time to drive home the point.
"Let me give you an example. Take this train. The entire railway reservation system is computerized. You can book a train ticket between any two stations from any of the hundreds of computerized booking centres across the country. Thousands of transactions accessing a single database, at a time concurrency; data integrity, locking, data security. Do you understand
the complexity in designing and coding such a system?"
The man was stuck with amazement, like a child at a planetarium. This was something big and beyond his imagination. "You design and code such things."
"I used to," Vivek paused for effect, "But now I am the Project Manager,"
"Oh!" sighed the man, as if the storm had passed over, "so your life is easy now."
It was like being told the fire was better than the frying pan. The man had to be given a feel of the heat.
"Oh come on, does life ever get easy as you go up the ladder. Responsibility only brings more work. Design and coding! That is the easier part. Now I do not do it, but I am responsible for it and believe me, that is far more stressful. My job is to get the work done in time and with the highest quality. To tell you about the pressures, there is the customer
at one end always changing his requirements, the user wanting something else and your boss always expecting you to have finished it yesterday."
Vivek paused in his diatribe, his belligerence fading with self-realisation. What he had said, was not merely the outburst of a wronged man, it was the truth. And one need not get angry while defending the truth. "My friend," he concluded triumphantly, "you don't know what it is to be in the line of fire."
The man sat back in his chair, his eyes closed as if in realization. When he spoke after sometime, it was with a calm certainty that surprised Vivek.
"I know sir, I know what it is to be in the line of fire," He was staring blankly as if no passenger, no train existed, just a vast expanse of time.
"There were 30 of us when we were ordered to capture Point 4875 in the cover of the night. The enemy was firing from the top. There was no knowing where the next bullet was going to come from and for whom. In the morning when we finally hoisted the tricolour at the top only 4 of us were alive."
"You are a..."
"I am Subedar Sushant from the 13 J&K Rifles on duty at Peak 4875 in Kargil. They tell me I have completed my term and can opt for a land assignment. But tell me sir, can one give up duty just because it makes life easier. On the dawn of that capture, one of my colleagues lay injured in the snow, open to enemy fire while we were hiding behind a bunker. It was my job to go and fetch that soldier to safety."
"But my captain refused me permission and went ahead himself. He said that the first pledge he had taken as a Gentleman Cadet was to put the safety and welfare of the nation foremost followed by the safety and welfare of the men he commanded."
"His own personal safety came last, always and every time. He was killed as he shielded that soldier into the bunker. Every morning now, as I stand guard I can see him taking all those bullets, which were actually meant for me. I know sir, I know what it is to be in the line of fire."
Vivek looked at him in disbelief not sure of his reply. Abruptly he switched off the laptop. It seemed trivial, even insulting to edit a word document in the presence of a man for whom valour and duty was a daily part of life; a valour and sense of duty which he had so far attributed only to epical heroes.
The train slowed down as it pulled into the station and Subedar Sushant picked up his bags to alight.
"It was nice meeting you sir."
Vivek fumbled with the handshake. This hand had climbed mountains, pressed the trigger, and hoisted the tricolour. Suddenly as if by impulse,he stood at attention and his right hand went up in an impromptu salute. It was the least he felt he could do for the country.
PS: The incident he narrates during the capture of Peak 4875 is a true-life incident during the Kargil war. Capt. Batra sacrificed his life while trying to save one of the men he commanded, as victory was within sight. For this and his various other acts of bravery he was awarded the Param Vir Chakra the nation's highest military award.
e premte, 1 qershor 2007
Steve Jobs speech
'You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says
This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.
I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.
My third story is about death.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
Thank you all very much.
e enjte, 31 maj 2007
Narayan Murthy Uvacha
- Learning from experience: Some lessons I have learned from my life and career
- After some thought, I have decided to share with you some of my life
- lessons. I learned these lessons in the context of my early career
- struggles, a life lived under the influence of sometimes unplanned events
- which were the crucibles that tempered my character and reshaped my future.
- I would like first to share some of these key life events with you, in the
- hope that these may help you understand my struggles and how chance events
- and unplanned encounters with influential persons shaped my life and career.
- Later, I will share the deeper life lessons that I have learned. My
- sincere hope is that this sharing will help you see your own trials and
- tribulations for the hidden blessings they can be.
- The first event occurred when I was a graduate student in Control Theory at
- IIT, Kanpur in India. At breakfast on a bright Sunday morning in 1968, I
- had a chance encounter with a famous computer scientist on sabbatical from a
- well-known US university. He was discussing exciting new developments in the
- field of computer science with a large group of students and how such
- developments would alter our future. He was articulate, passionate and
- quite convincing. I was hooked. I went straight from breakfast to the
- library, read four or five papers he had suggested, and left the library
- determined to study computer science. Friends, when I look back today at
- that pivotal meeting, I marvel at how one role model can alter, for the
- better, the future of a young student. This experience taught me that
- valuable advice can sometimes come from an unexpected source, and chance
- events can sometimes open new doors.
- The next event that left an indelible mark on me occurred in 1974. The
- location: Nis, a border town between former Yugoslavia, now Serbia, and
- Bulgaria. I was hitchhiking from Paris back to Mysore, India, my home town.
- By the time a kind driver dropped me at Nis railway station at 9pm on a
- Saturday night, the restaurant was closed. So was the bank the next morning,
- and I could not eat because I had no local money. I slept on the railway
- platform until 8.30 pm in the night when the Sofia Express pulled in. The
- only passengers in my compartment were a girl and a boy. I struck a
- conversation in French with the young girl. She talked about the travails of
- living in an iron curtain country, until we were roughly interrupted by some
- policemen who, I later gathered, were summoned by the young man who thought
- we were criticizing the communist government of Bulgaria. The girl was led
- away; my backpack and sleeping bag were confiscated. I was dragged along
- the platform into a small eight-by-eight-foot room with a cold stone floor
- and a hole in one corner by way of toilet facilities. I was held in that
- bitterly cold room without food or water for more than 72 hours. I had lost
- all hope of ever seeing the outside world again, when the door opened. I was
- again dragged out unceremoniously, locked up in the guard's compartment on a
- departing freight train and told that I would be released 20 hours later
- upon reaching Istanbul. The guard's final words still ring in my ears -
- "You are from a friendly country called India and that is why we are letting
- you go!"
- The journey to Istanbul was lonely, and I was starving. This long, lonely,
- cold journey forced me to deeply rethink my convictions about Communism.
- Early on a dark Thursday morning, after being hungry for 108 hours, I was
- purged of any last vestiges of affinity for the Left. I concluded that
- entrepreneurship, resulting in large scale job creation, was the only viable
- mechanism for eradicating poverty in societies.
- Deep in my heart, I always thank the Bulgarian guards for transforming me
- from a confused leftist into a determined, compassionate capitalist!
- Inevitably, this sequence of events led to the eventual founding of Infosys
- in 1981.
- While these first two events were rather fortuitous, the next two, both
- concerning the Infosys journey, were more planned and profoundly influenced
- my career trajectory.
- On a chilly Saturday morning in winter 1990, five of the seven founders of
- Infosys met in our small office in a leafy Bangalore suburb. The decision
- at hand was the possible sale of Infosys for the enticing sum of $1 million.
- After nine years of toil in the then business-unfriendly India, we were
- quite happy at the prospect of seeing at least some money. I let my younger
- colleagues talk about their future plans. Discussions about the travails of
- our journey thus far and our future challenges went on for about four hours.
- I had not yet spoken a word.
- Finally, it was my turn. I spoke about our journey from a small Mumbai
- apartment in 1981 that had been beset with many challenges, but also of how
- I believed we were at the darkest hour before the dawn. I then took an
- audacious step. If they were all bent upon selling the company, I said, I
- would buy out all my colleagues, though I did not have a cent in my pocket.
- There was a stunned silence in the room. My colleagues wondered aloud about
- my foolhardiness. But I remained silent. However, after an hour of my
- arguments, my colleagues changed their minds to my way of thinking. I urged
- them that if we wanted to create a great company, we should be optimistic
- and confident. They have more than lived up to their promise of that day. In
- the seventeen years since that day, Infosys has grown to revenues in excess
- of $3 billion, a net income of more than $800 million and a market
- capitalization of more than $28 billion, 28,000 times richer than the offer
- of $1 million on that day. In the process, Infosys has created more than
- 70,000 well-paying jobs, 2000-plus dollar millionaires and 20,000-plus Rupee
- millionaires.
- A final story: On a hot summer morning in 1995, a Fortune-10 corporation had
- sequestered all their Indian software vendors including Infosys in different
- rooms at the Taj Residency hotel in Bangalore so that the vendors could not
- communicate with one another. This customer's propensity for tough
- negotiations was well-known. Our team was very nervous. First of all, with
- revenues of only around $5 million, we were minnows compared to the
- customer. Second, this customer contributed fully 25 percent of our
- revenues. The loss of this business would potentially devastate our
- recently-listed company. Third, the customer's negotiation style was very
- aggressive. The customer team would go from room to room, get the best terms
- out of each vendor and then pit one vendor against the other. This went on
- for several rounds. Our various arguments why a fair price - one that
- allowed us to invest in good people, R and D, infrastructure, technology and
- training - was actually in their interest failed to cut any ice with the
- customer. By 5 pm on the last day, we had to make a decision right on the
- spot whether to accept the customer's terms or to walk out.
- All eyes were on me as I mulled over the decision. I closed my eyes, and
- reflected upon our journey until then. Through many a tough call, we had
- always thought about the long-term interests of Infosys. I communicated
- clearly to the customer team that we could not accept their terms, since it
- could well lead us to letting them down later. But I promised a smooth,
- professional transition to a vendor of the customer's choice. This was a
- turning point for Infosys.
- Subsequently, we created a Risk Mitigation Council which ensured that we
- would never again depend too much on any one client, technology, country,
- application area or key employee. The crisis was a blessing in disguise.
- Today, Infosys has a sound de-risking strategy that has stabilized its
- revenues and profits.
- I want to share with you, next, the life lessons these events have taught
- me. I will begin with the importance of learning from experience. It is less
- important, I believe, where you start. It is more important how and what you
- learn. If the quality of the learning is high, the development gradient is
- steep, and, given time, you can find yourself in a previously unattainable
- place. I believe the Infosys story is living proof of this.
- Learning from experience, however, can be complicated. It can be much more
- difficult to learn from success than from failure. If we fail, we think
- carefully about the precise cause. Success can indiscriminately reinforce
- all our prior actions.
- A second theme concerns the power of chance events. As I think across a wide
- variety of settings in my life, I am struck by the incredible role played by
- the interplay of chance events with intentional choices. While the turning
- points themselves are indeed often fortuitous, how we respond to them is
- anything but so. It is this very quality of how we respond systematically to
- chance events that is crucial.
- Of course, the mindset one works with is also quite critical. As recent work
- by the psychologist, Carol Dweck, has shown, it matters greatly whether one
- believes in ability as inherent or that it can be developed. Put simply, the
- former view, a fixed mind set, creates a tendency to avoid challenges, to
- ignore useful negative feedback and leads such people to plateau early and
- not achieve their full potential. The latter view, a growth mind set, leads
- to a tendency to embrace challenges, to learn from criticism and such people
- reach ever higher levels of achievement (Krakovsky, 2007: page 48).
- The fourth theme is a cornerstone of the Indian spiritual tradition:
- self-knowledge. Indeed, the highest form of knowledge, it is said, is
- self-knowledge. I believe this greater awareness and knowledge of oneself is
- what ultimately helps develop a more grounded belief in oneself, courage,
- determination, and, above all, humility, all qualities which enable one to
- wear one's success with dignity and grace.
- Based on my life experiences, I can assert that it is this belief in
- learning from experience, a growth mind-set, the power of chance events, and
- self-reflection that have helped me grow to the present. Back in the 1960's,
- the odds of my being in front of you today would have been zero. Yet here I
- stand before you! With every successive step, the odds kept changing in my
- favor, and it is these life lessons that made all the difference.
- My young friends, I would like to end with some words of advice. Do you
- believe that your future is pre-ordained, and is already set? Or, do you
- believe that your future is yet to be written and that it will depend upon
- the sometimes fortuitous events? Do you believe that these events can
- provide turning points to which you will respond with your energy and
- enthusiasm? Do you believe that you will learn from these events and that
- you will reflect on your setbacks? Do you believe that you will examine your
- successes with even greater care? I hope you believe that the future will be
- shaped by several turning points with great learning opportunities. In
- fact, this is the path I have walked to much advantage.
- A final word: when, one day, you have made your mark on the world, remember
- that, in the ultimate analysis, we are all mere temporary custodians of the
- wealth we generate, whether it be financial, intellectual, or emotional. The
- best use of all your wealth is to share it with those less fortunate.
- I believe that we have all at some time eaten the fruit from trees that we
- did not plant. In the fullness of time, when it is our turn to give, it
- behooves us in turn to plant gardens that we may never eat the fruit of,
- which will largely benefit generations to come. I believe this is our sacred
- responsibility, one that I hope you will shoulder in time.
- Thank you for your patience. Go forth and embrace your future with open
- arms, and pursue enthusiastically your own life journey of discovery!
e hënë, 2 prill 2007
SMILE
SMILING
I passed around the corner,
When he smiled I realized,
I'd passed it on to him.
I thought about that smile,
So, if you feel a smile begin,
don't leave it undetected.
and get the world infected!
e hënë, 26 shkurt 2007
Rhyming couplets
Here are some of the entries they received.
My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe "go to hell"
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead,
the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.
Oh loving beauty you float with grace
If only you could hide your face
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not
I want to feel your sweet embrace
But don't take that paper bag off of your face
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes -
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming
My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way
e diel, 11 shkurt 2007
Shayri's
kehna in aankhon ka maanta nahi koi,
hum to jaan bhi apni lutade khushi se,
par ehmiyat is jaan ki jaanta nahi koi!!!!!!!!! !
Pyaar...
main lafzon mai kuch bhi izhar nahi karta
iska matlab ye nahi k main tujhe pyar nahi karta
chahata hoon main tujhe aaj bhi par
pata nahi kyun tuj se pyaar ka ijhar nahi karta
tamasha naa ban jaaye kahi mohabbat meri
isi liye apne dard ko namoodaar nahi karta
jo kuch mila hai usi mei khush hoon main
tere liye khuda se taqraar nahi karta
par kuch tou baat hai teri fitrat mein zalim
warna Mein tujhe chahne ki khtaa bar bar nahi karta
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