Happy Friendship Day – दोस्ती अनमोल है

Happy Friendship Day to all

“दोस्त किस्मत से मिलते है, कीमत से नहीं”

किस्मत वाले है वो जिनके दोस्त होते है | दोस्ती ही एक ऐसा रिश्ता है जो आप खुद अपनी मर्जी से चुनते है | बिना किसी वजह से जो रिश्ता कायम होता है वो है दोस्ती | बिना किसी मतलब से, जिसके साथ रहेने का मन करे, जिससे अपनी सारी बाते शेयर करने का मन करे, जिसका हर वक़्त मजाक उड़ाने का मन करे, उस दोस्त को दिल से शुकरिया करने का दिन है आज | Happy Friendship Day Continue reading “Happy Friendship Day – दोस्ती अनमोल है”

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Hindi Poem – हर इंसान अलग

सोच अलग व्यवहार अलग,

ज़ीने का अंदाज़ अलग

कुछ अलग है हम सब में,

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वक़्त को वक़्त नही लगता बदलने में – Hindi Poem

वक़्त को वक़्त नही लगता बदलने में ,

सब्र्  के बाँध से ख़ुद को बांधना पड्ता है

होसला गर हो बुलंद और इरादो में तेज हो ,

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वक्त की सब बात – Hindi Poem

वक्त की सब बात

वक्त की ही तो बात है सब

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All The World’s A Stage (William Shakespeare)

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All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
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Munshi Premchand : The Great Writer

Munshi Premchand (31 july 1880 – 8 october 1936)
was regarded as the greatest writer in Hindi literature. He is one of the most celebrated writers of the Indian subcontinent and is regarded as one of the foremost Hindustani writers of the early twentieth century. His birth name is Dhanpat Rai Srivastav and a pen name is Nawab Rai. He wrote his all writings with his pen name. Finally, his name becomes changed to the Munshi Premchand. Continue reading “Munshi Premchand : The Great Writer”

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