A Lone Stranger

Tarahi Ghazal, Aaj jo hai mujhmen kaife maikashi kaise kahun Aaj saaqi ne pilai aur na pee kaise kahun qatle dil hai ek taraf aur husne jalwa ek taraf dilkushi ko tum batao dilkashi kaise kahun usne is qisse ko apne tak hi rakhne ko kaha ab main uski aankh men kyon hai nami kaise kahun wasl ki shab zulfo rukh ka khel maanikhez hai isko tareeki kahun ya roshni ,kaise kahun Hosh tashreehe jamale yaar se udne lage aor uske baad kya halat hui kaise kahun Ishq main anjaam par kab kiski rehti hai nazar daimi hai ye khushi ya aarzi kaise kaise kahun wo chala jaye na keh dene se mujhko chod kar Razdaron se bhi lutfe aashqi kaise kahun Doston aadaabe qurbat ki saubat kya kahun Saath uske kaise guzri zindagi kaise kahun Tajrabe mujhko suhail usse nahin ache magar kar liya hai usne ye wada yunhi kaise kahun

Hum ishq karne walo’n pe iqrar farz hai, Us husn-e-khud-pasand pe inkaar farz hai. Apni sifat pe aye lab-e-jaan-baksh naaz kar, Tujhper jo charasaziye beemar farz hai. Raushan hua isi se ye sara nizam-e-waqt, Suraj pe apne noor ka izhaar farz hai. Baate’n mohabbaton ki maza dengi Vasl mein, Is haal me to shokhiye guftaar farz hai. Takmeel-e-daastan-e-kharabiye dil to kar, Tujhper kayam-e-hashr dilaazaar farz hai. Jisne tujhe bahaar ka aaina kar diya, Tareef uski khoobiye gulzaar farz hai. Har simt usne jalwe bikhere hain dil-fareb, Ta’at shaoor-e-deedaye bedaar farz hai. Humne to saare farz wafa ke ada kiye, Kuch aap per bhi sochiye sarkaar farz hai. Uski nazar mein Kaaba-e-maqsood hai ‘Suhail’, Hum per nigah-e-yaar ka deedar farz hai.

The modern age is epitomised by our daily consumption and creation of digital content. If that includes photos, videos and software, then the question of storage arises - to keep the stuff you want to save. While the ever-burgeoning and wallet-breaking demands for more and more storage - to keep all the content we want for posterity or easy-access - are not to be ignored, here we concentrate on how to deal with the possibility of data loss, a fate that some would liken to a mugging or even a lobotomy. An example of such a painful situation, is the loss of photos from the now-ubiquitous form of flash storage - the SD card, which we all use on our cameras or mobile phones (in the smaller microSD card form). This article may be a lifesaver for those readers who have managed to accidentally delete their SD card data, or been the victim of the not-as-uncommon-as-we-would-like SD card corruptions. This is actually not a very big deal, and there are a lot of useful tools online. The Web...

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God I wish I would have never loved you.. God I wish I would have never felt for you.. For I would have never then fallen from my dreams.. For I would have never then woken up in screams.. I wish you I would have never made you my life.. Maybe then I would have been alive.. Why in the world I felt alone.. Just holding your hand would lead me home.. That place we'd call our dreamland.. Without you all I have in ma empty hands.. God I just wish I could take bak that time.. When u were mine... Just mine...

Though outwardly a gloomy shroud, The inner half of every cloud     Is bright and shining: I therefore turn my clouds about And always wear them inside out     To show the lining.

A Journey onboard the Lucknow Shatabdi Express 12004 Funny,   It aint the first time I am onboard, however on the contrary I felt like writing and still wondering how. Living on the outskirts in NCR reaching station is a task and that’s why I prefer early and love to be before time, so reached well in time with the train just comin in on to platform 9 of NDLS, luggage, yukk, just some small things and well placed, post boarding the train, somehow I felt the clocks stopped, for I wanted the journey, finally right on time (Yeah that’s Indian Rail!!!) off we go and I knew the next stop aint far off still a good 30 min, a smoke and stood on the door carefree of the luggage and enjoyed the really fresh crispy morning. As it moved on in the light fog rather smog, somehow I had a happy feel and post crossing the station as the journey moved on more and more country side approaching I could actually smell the crisp freshness in the air, no freaking DTC and honkings and no push p...