IndisGuise Khusss Huwaaaaaaaaa :)) Amused often, snafu at times, nonetheless quite pleasing. Crital analysis with ruthless vigor one almost murders another. Some can not cease but take ide'. It has it all. But as long as we can enjoy reading, learning, I have no complains. And yes, I remember confused asking laughing_budda the same question " The most beautiful girl in sajha" thread as well. Hmmmm it kindda struk me now. LOL. And regarding the original posting, I could not help but think, she is capable of much better. Having said that, if someone writes for personal pleasure, perhaps it would not hurt for us not to be extra critical. But then again, to each to their own. And why people have so much interest in Sonika's porsche? I let her borrow mine, if it saves some of those people's tyam to spend few "precious" seconds. :) Sonika, it's been a week. I want my MTVVVVVVVVVVV aka Porche.. ops porsche. Tonight. ;) IndisGuise:)

I pluck one apple. When i took it from one hand to another , it changed into orange. ... ... .... hahahaha can't u write your story as simple as like this. Girl i went 3 times over it and swear god i was asking questions myself what was it all about. Is it all people in sajha more smarter tht they understand what ever it's written or am i the only dumb or or was the language from MARS. hehehehe i repeat again .. is it the language from "MARS". Enlighteen me. -nivaN

Oh, Lordy lord! I like the poem you just posted Confused. But one tiny question: Of course fire burns on its own wick, where else does it burn? Then the next question comes if you agree wwith me, why the next line "Ablaze in desolate inferno" and then again negating the thing just being said by saying, "tender is my breast's fire tonight" ..... You know what? I take my words back. The poem does not make sense at all. Sorry mindGames, you are a much better critique than a poet. Don't leave your day job broda.

Confused, He (L Buddha) must be Nepe ko khubha ma haraeko juduwa bhai. I've noticed him boxing Nepe bashers like Ashu in some past Sajhadesh ko battles. Nepe - no offense hai. Laughing Buddha, Hawaiian Tiki is like Laughing Buddha. A doll. It brings GOOD LUCK. It doesn't mean that I'm from Hawaii.

Yikes! Phite! Phite! Phite! Dyamn! Sajha threads remind me of unmanned "nu-killer"(Bush) missiles! Sonika, I totalled my old Ford! Can I borrow Indisguise' Porche, yep a poached porche, which he lent you? :D Highfly, sure why not a mudfight. Just make sure the six packs you bring are attached to your washboard abs. :) Ruina, thank you for your kind words. Deep ji is an exceptional narrator/ story teller and poet, if you have not already read his pieces. CZAR, hyappy valencha to you too. The heavens have smiled upon the young lady you refer to. I am glad! About the pope selling condoms, well, you never know these days...what with literary class being a personal pewa, nothing is impossible. Damn! I just can't stop laughing. What were my chances of ever learning about the elusive Porsche, in such an entertaining fashion... !!! :D Prem dai, laughter is the best meditation! hoina hajur? Netazneta, my friend, the classic "Don Quixote" is humorous indeed. But the one you refer to is equipped with State of The Art Information. And, you know what they say about information and power in this age! You write well, sir, may I add. "it's "why" Sitara hazur wrote this that bothers me... " Kalanki Kalanki, You remind me of Bloom's Taxonomy of Higher Level Thinking. Don't you know the open-ended "WHY" questions scare the hell out of me?! My dreams...?! These days I have dreamless sleep laced with "NyQuil" and Vicks! hehe! JUNETA Welcome to our free for all, Thai Boxing, Nepali estyle :) Confused and LB what's this phyting over everything? Indi the gleeful spectator; the Sajha stud at large (no pun intended!). PD Queen, Yep, I'm a good sport but... mere, woh tuttey phuttey Hindi ne Apka woh Urdu samaj mei nahi aaraha hai. "aristocracy" does not exist in your lexicon... the evidence shows in your vocabulary! :P "Is it all people in sajha more smarter tht they understand what ever it's written or am i the only dumb"Nivan To answer: "How many toes do tiny fishes have, How many wings on a cow?" "The answer my friend is blowing in the wind"~~ I hope this song helps. Disclaimer: Those who know this song, please understand it was tweaked for a nursery rhyme. hehe! back to the grindstone!

Pade Queen wrote: >He (L Buddha) must be Nepe ko khubha ma haraeko juduwa bhai. >I've noticed him boxing Nepe bashers like Ashu in some past >Sajhadesh ko battles. >Nepe - no offense hai. What are you suggesting here ? If you are suggesting L Buddha might be my incarnation, then I am indeed offended. I am a frank and principled man. One of my principles is to keep the integrity of my identity, that is, not to go for extra nicks no matter what. I have registered only one name in Sajha. To be honest, yes, I go through some temptation to register and post through new nick on certain occasions, but I just remind myself that if I have certain things that I can not say with my real identity, then it is probably not right. I am glad I got opportunity to share these thoughts of mine. Have a nice weekend !

Nepe, I am sorry if I've offended your sentiments. It was written without any seriousness. You too have a magnificent weekend. SITARA, I use TAPORI hindi most of the time. URDU audaina nani.

Sitara, your every inscription has stood the test of time?. Thank U for being keen on my pieces?. Was trying to see how the story of one's life wud read in book form?just for the heck of it? We all start our journey back from rock bottom esp. when we r exposing ourself to fast living at early age?. A saga Of a life lived in time n space- the saga continues!... As for my past postings, It always brought a lil chuckle to my day to see how many quite a few ways some people could say something offensively, if the piece quite not fit the standards. *giggles*... 'The skill of writing is to create a context in which other people can think' (Edwin Schlossberg), do some endeavor n then take the pleasure. At least I think so. GI, waiting for your bouncy works full of fun n wits. Always enjoyed it. Confused and Juneta Thanx. Czar, true, good piece bring in reading and re-reading, both for the fine value of its metaphors and for the implied spitting image on the article which may seem to the hoi polloi to b ordinary! Being said by quoting 'An author is a fool who, not content with boring those he lives with, insists on boring future generation" by Charles de Montesquieu", all of us(readers and writers) are well justified! Great invasion everybody! ;)

juneta, i carved those certain lines from the poem, only because i cud relate to it. Poems are true to me when those collaborated words excite me, doesnt matter if its lit-ly proufound or not. Memories burn too: like leaves, Like old love letters. Heart burns On its own wick. Ablaze in Desolate inferno, tender is My breast's fire tonight When once again you burn, And flicker in my sight. anyways, here is what i understand of this stanza, Memories burn, does so the heart on its own wick. Ablaze, in lonely and deserted hell. But today, i am calm, when once again you flicker in my sight. --makes sense or not, it is how each individual analyzes the poem.

Hahah Sitatra, honored to get u r notice. Just a thought. Definately gonna wait for u r invition. aint gotta six pack abs but a beer belly. So can I still expect ur invitaion??? Peace

Darkness one of Destiny's daughters spoilt everything of mine the lights of life, happiness, sleep and dream for her sheer arrogance Albeit I am tikled pink from outside heart is burning in wick from inside everyday, every night pale, dim, grim - oil is drying steadfast my world is full of darkness amidst dazzling sunlight outside life is perfectly black body Stefan-Boltzman constant Absorbing all light without reflecting any. 20.02.2005

बुझ्दैन यदि बुझ्नेले भने, बोल्नेले मात्र गर्नु काम के? नागांका देशमा गई धोबीले पाउँछ काम के? सितारा दिदीको धागोमा हाम्फालेसी यस्तै हुन्छ मलाई त। अलि जापानी मापदण्डको अग्रेंजीमा मात्र लेख्नु भा भे मेले जान्या थेँ। प्रतिकृया ता यति लाऽऽऽऽऽमो दिन्थेँ। तेई नि यसो शब्दकोष पल्टाएर हेर्दै छु है। ल जाओस् जाओस्।

Ah, but none can reduce you to ashes, but for your self. Why blame destiny's daughter? Like the stars, she emits light, yet,absorbs the fumous radiation. How little you know, what transpires... how little you seek to know. Love is a non verbal contract, made by the spirit and soul. Break it, the blackbody'll hit the blackhole. She lives the laws of the universe, She knows not your laws of physics, nor the laws of social marriages. Ah but in her sheer arrogance, She believed in dream merchants, till reality checked her nightmares. How now... would you blame destiny's daughter, When she has none to blame? ************************** Hey Ashley, how true your words. Dadagiri ji: Ma ke bhanoo, Sitara ko dhaago spins like a top every time it hits Sajha maidan. Some smile or laugh, many get dizzy watching it and others cut themselves with it. As for me, I weave it into a cloak of muticolored interactions. But,a select few know the imp chuckling behind the screen! :D Highfly, the honor is mine. :)

Who the heck is Destiny's Daughter, anyway ?

these lines sud be framed, so we all can remember it.. :) Some smile or laugh, many get dizzy watching it and others cut themselves with it. As for me, I weave it into a cloak of muticolored interactions.

Sitaraji, The laws of physics are same to every body in the universe irrespective of the observer's frame of reference. Likewise, the laws of love should be same to everybody irrespective to the lover's frame of reference haina ra. Or the laws of love are changed according to circumstances?? Lets give this a new name- Sitara's theory of inconsitent love or in other words 'destiny's daughter'. Anyway, False Truth The same destiny's daughter who kept her hand on my heart and said with a gentle whisper -dear, we are entwined by non verbal contract made up in the heaven before our souls were pumped with life before our eyes glowed with light before the sun set before the moon crept our spirit and soul intermingled the homogenous compound so made does not know the laws of physics but only knows the laws of love she said, just like you did to a son of flawed destiny on one day at one place do you want the witness? the sun, the moon the stars are there ask them if you are in any doubt but destiny's daughter she is the false truth. 24.02.2005

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings The free bird leaps on the back of the win and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and is tune is heard on the distant hillfor the caged bird sings of freedom The free bird thinks of another breeze an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. Maya Angelou

A Minor Bird I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day; Have clapped my hands at him from the door When it seemed as if I could bear no more. The fault must partly have been in me. The bird was not to blame for his key. And of course there must be something wrong In wanting to silence any song. Robert Frost

Newuser, thank you for your wonderful contributions to this thread. I appreciate it. Maya Angelou is one of my favorites and so is Robert Frost. There is one by Angelou, I teach my small students for Black history month. "Life Does Not Frighten Me At All!" I have not been able to respond as I have been working on a portfolio that requires 500 pages of writing. I only visit Sajha, when I desperately need a break but feel too guilt-ridden to leave my computer.

Who the heck is destiny's daughter ?