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Fotos de Rohan Shanti Shukla Rohan Shanti Shukla  अधरों पर तुम्हारे प्यार के कुहासे छाए हैं कोई मुस्कराए तो कैसे ? जीवन का हर क्षण तुम्हारा नाम गुनगुनाए है कोई मर जाए तो कैसे ? कलियों औ' भौरों की गुपचुप से मन शर्माए है कोई कुछ बतलाए तो कैसे ? उनके कदमों की आहट पर हमने कान लगाए हैं कोई छिप जाए तो कैसे ? रीता मन हरदम उन्हें अपने पास बुलाए है कोई गीत गाए तो कैसे ? Añadida ayer   झुलाना झुलाये ब्रिज बाला संग मैं सखा गावाला झूले नंदलाला झुलाये ब्रिज बाला संग मैं सखा गावाला.... झुलाना को किचे सब बाला, झुलाना छुहे आकाश सारा झुलाना झुलाये ब्रिज बाला संग मैं सखा गावाला..... रेशम की डोरी सोने की पालना झूले श्री शामा जू और झुलावे नन्द नंदना और संग मैं नाचे और गए नन्द नंदना झुलाना झुलाये ब्रिज बाला संग मैं सखा गावाला....... आरती उतारे ब्रिज बाला असंग मैं सखा गावाला झूले नंदलाला झुलाये ब्रिज बाला संग मैं सखा गावाला झूले नंदलाला झुलाये ब्रिज बाला संग मैं सखा गावाला......  एक मुद्दत से हुये हैं वो हमारे यूँ तो चाँद के साथ ही रहते हैं सितारे, यूँ तो तू नहीं तो न शिकायत कोई, सच कहता हूँ बिन तेरे वक्त ये गुजरे न गुजारे यूँ तो राह में संग चलूँ ये न गवारा उसको दूर रहकर वो करे खूब इशारे यूँ तो नाम तेरा कभी आने न दिया होठों पर हाँ, तेरे जिक्र से कुछ शेर सँवारे यूँ तो तुम हमें चाहो न चाहो, ये तुम्हारी मर्जी हमने साँसों को किया नाम तुम्हारे यूँ तो ये अलग बात है तू हो नहीं पाया मेरा हूँ युगों से तुझे आँखों में उतारे यूँ तो साथ लहरों के गया छोड़ के तू साहिल को अब भी जपते हैं तेरा नाम किनारे यूँ तो..........  वो जब अपनी खबर दे है जहाँ भर का असर दे है चुराकर कौन सूरज से ये चंदा को नजर दे है है मेरी प्यास का रुतबा जो दरिया में लहर दे है कहाँ है जख्म औ मालिक यहाँ मरहम किधर दे है रगों में गश्त कुछ दिन से कोई आठों पहर दे है जरा-सा मुस्कुरा कर वो नयी मुझको उमर दे है......   my school trip    स्वयम भू बृजनिधि श्री श्री राधारमण लाल जू  स्वयम भू बृजनिधि श्री श्री राधारमण लाल जू A Picture of Human Life by Samuel Johnson (b. 1709, d. 1784)One of my favorite very short stories.. Obidah, the son of Abnesina, left the caravansary early in the morning, and pursued his journey through the plains of Hindostan. He was fresh and vigorous with rest; he was animated with hope; he was incited by desire; he walked swiftly forward over the valleys, and saw the hills gradually rising before him. As he passed along, his ears were delighted with the morning song of the bird of paradise; he was fanned by the last flutters of the sinking breeze, and sprinkled with dew by groves of spices; he sometimes contemplated towering height of the oak, monarch of the hills; and sometimes caught the gentle fragrance of the primrose, eldest daughter of the spring; all his senses were gratified, and all care was banished from his heart. Thus he went on, till the sun approached his meridian, and the increasing heat preyed upon his strength; he then looked round about him for some more commodious path. He saw, on his right hand, a grove that seemed to wave its shades as a sign of invitation; he entered it, and found the coolness and verdure irresistibly pleasant. He did not, however, forget whither he was traveling, but found a narrow way, bordered with flowers, which appeared to have the same direction with the main road, and was pleased, that, by this happy experiment, he had found means to unite pleasure with business, and to gain the rewards of diligence without suffering its fatigues. He, therefore, still continued to walk for a time, without the least remission of his ardor, except that he was sometimes tempted to stop by the music of the birds, which the heat had assembled in the shade, and sometimes amused himself with picking the flowers that covered the banks on each side, or the fruits that hung upon the branches. At last, the green path began to decline from its first tendency, and to wind among the hills and thickets, cooled with fountains, and murmuring with waterfalls. Here Obidah paused for a time, and began to consider whether it was longer safe to forsake the known and common track; but, remembering that the heat was now in its greatest violence, and that the plain was dusty and uneven, he resolved to pursue the new path, which he supposed only to make a few meanders, in compliance with the garieties of the ground, and to end at last in the common road. Having thus calmed his solicitude, he renewed his pace, though he suspected he was not gaining ground. This uneasiness of his mind inclined him to lay hold on every new object, and give way to every sensation that might soothe or divert him. He listened to every echo, he mounted every hill for a fresh prospect, he turned aside to every cascade, and pleased himself with tracing the course of a gentle river that rolled among the trees, and watered a large region, with innumerable circumvolutions. In these amusements, the hours passed away uncounted; his deviations had perplexed his memory, and he knew not toward what point to travel. He stood pensive and confused, afraid to go forward lest he should go wrong, yet conscious that the time of loitering was now past. While he was thus tortured with uncertainty, the sky was overspread with clouds, the day vanished from before him, and a sudden tempest gathered round his head. He was now roused by his danger to a quick and painful remembrance of his folly; he now saw how happiness is lost when ease is consulted; he lamented the unmanly impatience that prompted him to seek shelter in the grove, and despised the petty curiosity that led him on from trifle to trifle. While he was thus reflecting, the air grew blacker and a clap of thunder broke his meditation. He now resolved to do what remained yet in his power; to tread back the ground which he had passed, and try to find some issue where the wood might open into the plain. He prostrated himself upon the ground, and commended his life to the Lord of nature. He rose with confidence and tranquillity, and pressed on with his saber in his hand; for the beasts of the desert were in motion, and on every hand were heard the mingled howls of rage, and fear, and ravage, and expiration; all the horrors of darkness and solitude surrounded him; the winds roared in the woods, and the torrents tumbled from the hills. Thus, forlorn and distressed, he wandered through the wild without knowing whither he was going or whether he was every moment drawing nearer to safety or to destruction. At length, not fear but labor began to overcome him; his breath grew short, and his knees trembled, and he was on the point of lying down, in resignation to his fate, when he beheld, through the brambles, the glimmer of a taper. He advanced toward the light, and finding that it proceeded from the cottage of a hermit, he called humbly at the door, and obtained admission. The old man set before him such provisions as he had collected for himself, on which Obidah fed with eagerness and gratitude. When the repast was over, "Tell me," said the hermit, "by what chance thou hast been brought hither; I have been now twenty years an inhabitant of this wilderness, in which I never saw a man before." Obidah then related the occurrences of his journey, without any concealment or palliation. "Son," said the hermit, "let the errors and follies, the dangers and escapes, of this day, sink deep into your heart. Remember, my son, that human life is the journey of a day. We rise in the morning of youth, full of vigor, and full of expectation; we set forward with spirit and hope, with gayety and with diligence, and travel on awhile in the straight road of piety toward the mansions of rest. In a short time we remit our fervor, and endeavor to find some mitigation of our duty, and some more easy means of obtaining the same end. "We then relax our vigor, and resolve no longer to be terrified with crimes at a distance, but rely upon our own constancy, and venture to approach what we resolve never to touch. We thus enter the bowers of ease, and repose in the shades of security. Here the heart softens, and vigilance subsides; we are then willing to inquire whether another advance can not be made, and whether we may not at least turn our eyes upon the gardens of pleasure. We approach them with scruple and hesitation; we enter them, but enter timorous and trembling, and always hope to pass through them without losing the road of virtue, which we for a while keep in our sight, and to which we propose to return. "But temptation succeeds temptation, and one compliance prepares us for another; we, in time, lose the happiness of innocence, and solace our disquiet with sensual gratifications. By degrees we let fall the remembrance of our original intention, and quit the only adequate object of rational desire. We entangle ourselves in business, immerge ourselves in luxury, and rove through the labyrinths of inconstancy till the darkness of old age begins to invade us, and disease and anxiety obstruct our way. We then look back upon our lives with horror, with sorrow, and with repentance; and wish, but too often vainly wish, that we had not forsaken the paths of virtue. "Happy are they, my son, who shall learn, from thy example, not to despair, but shall remember that though the day is past, and their strength is wasted, there yet remains one effort to be made; that reformation is never hopeless, nor sincere endeavors ever unassisted; that the wanderer may at length return after all his errors; and that he who implores strength and courage from above, shall find danger and difficulty give way before him. Go now, my son, to thy repose: commit thyself to the care of Omnipotence; and when the morning calls again to toil, begin anew thy journey and thy life."
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