My learning by experience

Her repetitive talk She took my head, softly to her lap, Began to curl my hairs with her fingers,  I was listening her anecdote, About her family, her childhood, her friends, Her enemies, and her mesmerising outlook. But her talk went so much iterative, I shouted "Mumma! stop your talk, it is too much repetitive". She quite herself for a while, Then I had to make her happy again, I was roaming back and forth around her, "What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?" I planned, Suddenly she turned back having tears in her eyes, And said,  "My child don't stop to heed me, I know Sometimes I went crazy and limitless, I have no one to pour out,  I have just you in my limits at this age." By imagining me at her age and condition. I found, I would have no one, I couldn't do anything even I cannot walk, Bye! Bye! "I am going to continue her repetitive talk."

We smile to your swamping hut We cry to your depressed state on the TV spot, We shy to hold a helping hand of yours, We pretend to be Godfather of yours, And you... And you quite to stay strong, You attempt to put a smile over your sadist cloth, You are waiting for the time to show, You bestow upon your God, They are the audience of your show, If you... If you tilt from your way of hope,  Your dreams would have blown by a shore, And you blow like a kite of cutted knot!

Casual War She was crawling into my lap,  I took her with my hands, Bring close to left cheek with my right hand on her head, She tried to grab my left ear ring,  Then I took her in front of my eyes, into my hands,  Began to chuckle her stomach with my head, To hear the giggling smile of her. Than a heralding sound of bang I heard,  I went out to see my husband, I moved away from her,  I couldn't find my husband,  when I returned, the nearby people informed that,  They took her out of the kraddle inside the house,  And then they heard sounds of several gunshots,  I thought it was a casual war of blaming others and obligations, But I was wrong, Because then I have to collect her pieces from the road, Have to stop the wild dogs to eat her flesh with rancid bread of loaf. 

  An Approach to Writing Style   Writing is, for most, laborious and slow. The mind travels faster than the pen; consequently, writing becomes a question of learning to make occasional wing shots, bringing down the bird of thought as it flashes by. A writer is a gunner, sometimes waiting in the blind for something to come in, sometimes roaming the countryside hoping to scare something up. Like other gunners, the writer must cultivate patience, working many covers to bring down one partridge. Here, following, are some suggestions and cautionary hints that may help the beginner find the way to a satisfactory style. 1. Place yourself in the background. Write in a way that draws the reader attention to the sense and substance of the writing, rather than to the mood and temper of the author. If the writing is solid and good, the mood and temper of the writer will eventually be revealed and not at the expense of the work. Therefore, the first piece of advice is this: to achi...

Khamiya chupao Khamiya chupao, apne jhooth na dikhao, Apne sach ko chupao, apne dard na dikhao,  Apni muskurahato se Humko na jalao, Nazar lag jaigi! apni tarakki ko chupao,  Apne se upar Kisi ko na barhne do,  Bhale hi woh Kitna hi haqdar Ho.  Apne Zehar ko na pighlao apne Aap pe itrao,  Jhooth pakarh bhi liya to kya? Gheebat aashgaar Ho bhi gayi to kya?  Apni khoobiyo se saamne wale ko dabrao, Apni strength ko chupao, apni weakness ko na batao,  Jab Koi yeh kare to usko dabao,  Khud se larhne ki koshisho mein Khud ko na harao,  Lava ko pakne do, pakne do use, use Aur pakao, uske phoot ne se Pehle, phoot phoot kr ro ke dikhlao,  Apne aasuo se uski agn ko kam krte jaao. Aaiga woh din jab tum larhna Chorh doge, Kehne wale to kehte hain, yeh sun sun kr tum bhi Ek din kahoge,  Khamiya chupao, apne jhooth na dikhao, Apne sach ko chupao, apne dard na dikhao,  Apni muskurahato se Humko na jalao...

  The 30 Major Causes of Failure   By Napoleon Hill (author of Think and Grow rich) Life’s greatest tragedy consists of men and women who earnestly try, and fail! The tragedy lies in the overwhelmingly large majority of people who fail, as compared to the few who succeed. 1. Unfavourable hereditary background: There is but little, if anything , which can be done for people are born for people who are born with a deficiency in brain power. This is the only one of the thirty causes of failure which may not be easily correlated by any individual. 2. Lack of a well-defined purpose in life: There is no hope of success for the person who does not have a central purpose, or definite goal at which to aim. 3. Lack of ambition to aim above mediocrity : We offer no hope for the person who is so indifferent as not to want to get ahead in life, and who is not willing to pay the price. 4. Insufficient education: This is a handicap which may be overcome with comparative eas...