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Sabke Dilon Ko Surur Milta Hai. Jo Bhi Jata Hai Mata Ke Dwar, Usse Kuch Na Kuch Zaroor Milta Hai. Maa ki jyoti se noor milta hai. Sabke dilon ko surur milta hai. Jo bhi jata hai mata ke dwar, Usse kuch na kuch zaroor milta hai. Khushiyan aapki kabhi kam na ho Daman mein aapke koi kanta na ho Jab bhi koi musibat aaye Toh Maa Durga aapke.
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Superb Speech by Chetan Bhagat at Symbiosis. Don’t just have career or academic goals.
Set goals to give you a balanced, successful life. Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order.
There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup. There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. Shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions. Don't take life seriously.
Life is not meant to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a prepaid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It's OK, Bunk few classes, scoring low in couple of papers, take leave from work, fall in love, little fight with ur spouse.
We are people, not programmed devices.! On the night of 7 th November 2013, the opening night of Tehelka’s Think festival, I had discharged my duties for the day as the chaperone for Mr Robert De Niro. As it was Mr De Niro and his daughter’s first night in Goa and at the festival, my editor in chief MrTarunTejpal accompanied Mr De Niro, Drena De Niro (his daughter) and I to Mr De Niro’s suite to wish him goodnight. (As his chaperone, my work was to be available all day to Mr De Niro and Drena, take them sightseeing, make sure they were well looked after in Goa and at the Hyatt – until they retired to their suite at night. At this point, he began to kiss me — from the first moment of his doing so, I asked him to stop, citing several reasons, including my friendship to Tiya, my closeness to his family, the fact that he had known me since I was a child, the fact that I worked for Tehelka and for ShomaChaudhury – who is my managing editor and mentor.
It was like talking to a deaf person. MrTejpal lifted my dress up, went down on his knees and pulled my underwear down. He attempted to perform oral sex on me as I continued to struggle and hysterically asked him to stop. At that moment he began to try and penetrate me with his fingers, I became scared and pushed him hard and asked him to stop the lift. He would not listen.
The lift stopped on the ground floor as MrTejpal’s hands were on me and could not press the button for yet another floor to keep it in circuit. As soon as the doors opened, I picked up my underwear and began walking out of the elevator rapidly - he was still following me, asking me what the matter was.
By this time, we had made our way from Block 7 to the main lawns of the Grand Hyatt, where I walked into the grassy dinner area full of people and MrTejpal walked off towards the performance area. Right as soon as he was out of sight, I took a taxi back to my hotel – the International Centre for Goa, where the Tehelka staff was staying, and went to the room where the Literary Editor ShougatDasgupta and the Photo Editor IshanTankha were staying. I also called another friend and colleague – investigative reporter G Vishnu to the room and told them what had occurred. While the four of us were talking in the balcony, MrTejpal sent me a text message from his personal phone number at1.17 am, which said “The fingertips”. This was the extent he had managed to penetrate me before I pushed him and ran out of the lift. I told the people with me on the balcony about this.
Some of us considered resigning as soon as Think was over. I called my boyfriend AmanSethi in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, from IshanTankha’siPhone and told him what had happened. A Farmer orders an expensive milking machine. He decides to test it on himself first, so he inserts his manhood into the equipment and turns on the switch. Soon he realizes that the equipment provides him with more pleasure than his wife does.
But when the fun is over, he realizes that he cannot remove the instrument from his tool. Anxiously he reads the manual, but does not find any useful information. He tries every button on the instrument, without success. Finally the Farmer decides to call the customer hotline.
Ek train me 3 ladkiyan safar kar rahi thi. Next station se 3 ladke saamne ki seat par aakar baithe. Thodi der baad un logo ne aapas me baat cheet chalu ki Ladko ne ladkiyo se kaha pahle hum aapas me apna parichay dede. Beech me baithi ladki jo jyada hoshiyar thi usne ladkiyo ka parichay kuch is tarah diya main to main hu, right wali meri bahen hai aur left wali meri maa. Ladke samaj gaye ki beech wali unka majaak uda rahi hai.
Ladke bhi kam na the Beech wala ladke ne ladko ka parichay kuch is tarah diya main to main hu, right wala Behenchor hain aur left wala Madarchod.