cAUTION : dONT rEAD tHIS .........

Wow ....
I am back

I don't know why I stopped blogging... and I don't know why I am starting back.
Actually it doesn't matter to you guys...Neways I am writing whats in my mind
I wont edit it.....let spelling mistakes be spelling mistakes...
let their be grammatical mistakes....But this activity was necessary...because I was
rusted...

Now what should I write....

Ya its Good that rishi is recovered....
and nakul is coming back 2 bhopal....ANd I have joined www.care2.com....


I thing this post was necessary!!!! so that I can start again....
This post will be the land mark in this blog....
You know why I have have started this blog so that.....

(deleted several lines)

yA.....DELETED .....NOW GUESS!!

sorry if I have wasted your time....... but It was necessary

Look how I have started this .......
And how I am Ending it....

do suggest a title for this post.....

should I delete this post as soon as next post come???
Ya may be.......lets see......
( If you are reading this line................Think that I am laughing at you..... &bracket not closed &



tHIS POST DESCRIBE MY MIND B/W 1 AM TO 1:30 AM 29 SEPT 2007
oOOH SHIT..... i forgot HBD sis!!

mATRIMONIAL!!

Wanted a suitable match for kajri...

karji details

caste : Bhil
Birth Place : Neebukheda , MP , India
Age : 8 years
height : 4'6"
color : wheatish




Dark truth about child marrige in India....

Child marriage usually refers to two separate social phenomena which are practiced in
some societies. The first and more widespread practice is that of marrying a young child
(generally defined as below the age of fifteen) to an adult. In practice this is almost
always a young girl being married to a man

Child marriage has been illegal in India since the passing of the
Child Marriage Resistant Act, 1929. In this Act, the term child refers to a male younger
than twenty-one, or a female younger than eighteen. A marriage falls under the scope of
this Act if either of the contracting parties meets its definition of child.

beautiful short film ( must watch) :



But the main question is how to stop it ????

sTORY oF fILE nO. 129....

Cold night.....no winds......only mist covering the city.......

Running,screaming ..shouting.itching.suffocation..bleeding..puking..... ..( a fading voice:Ali !! we will make it!!just hold on!!...)........silence ..death.....

Mohan Gaur: Shabbir...I will save you......

Mohan Gaur running...holding Ali in his hands just like a mother holding her 2 years old child .....

Running..screaming ..shouting...itching..suffocation..bleeding..puking.....silence ..death.....

3 hours a go they were discussing about their children future...about their school admissions and all ..

And now they are dead..

I have heard this story from my NAANY ...I don't know this is real or fiction.... but Mohan died because the poison was
pumped into his lungs, while he was saving his friend...Ali

We can still find Their names in some old office in Bhopal , typed on a piece of paper buried in a file .
With this file ,rested many other files where thousands and thousands of names are just typed with same old typewriter.Piled together in a
shelf named "dead".

All having different stories...but... same end....DEATH...



The CEO of Union Carbide, Warren Anderson, who retired in 1986, was charged with manslaughter in the Bhopal case and declared
a fugitive from justice by the Chief Judicial Magistrate of Bhopal on February 1, 1992 for failing to appear at the court
hearings in a culpable homicide case in which he was named the chief defendant.
He went missing for several years, until he was discovered by Greenpeace “living a life of luxury in the Hamptons”. The
Bhopal Medical Appeal believe that “neither the American nor the Indian government seem interested in disturbing him with an
extradition”.

I don't know how much it will help..but at least we can try.... :
http://www.petitiononline.com/dirtydow/

Calcutta days... totally dazed. Chapter 1: Original Sins: Part 1

{Scene 1:}

// Flashback

---19th November 2006---

Our hero, coming out of a classroom, laughing, all around him, we can see people tensed, some even in tears, it is evident that they have faced a great adversity, and this trial by fire has weakened them in some fundamental way...

But not our hero, he has just been weakened in some mental way.

Friend A: Kaisa hua paper? Meri to vaat lag gayi, saare sapne toot gaye, jo dost the, woh bhi chhoot gaye, aur tu has raha hai, zaroor tu phod ke aaya hai, poora attempt kar aaya hai, khudi ko kiya tune buland itna, ki khuda bande se khud poochhe, bata, tu hasa kyon hai...

Our Hero: Paper gaya guttar main, pehle tu yeh bata, ek banda hai, ek boat hai, banda boat main, aur boat nadi ke jal main, bandi ke paas do (2) ciggarettes hain, par maachis nahi hai, bataa woh kaise piyega???

Friend A: ????? WTF ??????

Our Hero: The problem may be solved in the following methods...

1) Throw a cigarette in the air, catch it. Catches win matches, hence you now have a match, use it to light the cigarette.

2) Throw a cigarette out of the boat, the boat becomes lighter, use it to light the cigarette.

3) Pour some water drops on the cigarette...

Friend A: Abe saale @#!$@%$!@~#@%!#~@#!##%^$%$!#!^&*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


{More coming soon...}

mY pHOTOGRAPHY....

THE SONG OF LIFE AND DEATH.......

AND FROM THE WASTE SPRANG THE SEEDS OF NEW GENERATION……

AND THROUGH ELEIXIR LIFE IS NURTURED………..

AND BLOSSOMS WITH ARMS WIDE OPEN……..

AND THOUGH LIFE IS AN UPHILL STRUGGLE ,NEVER GIVE UP

BECAUSE WINNER NEVER QUIT AND QUITTERS NEVER WIN..

DON’T LOOSE CONTROL BECAUSE EVEN A SMALL MISTAKE CAN RUIN YOUR LIFE.....

HIGHWAY IN MY VEINS !!

THE SINS OF FATHERS ARE VISTED ON THE SONS…..

AFTER LIFE!!
IN THE GREAT CALM OF DEATH ,WE MOVE TO DIVINE LIGHT…..

from blogger : I won 1stprize in photography competition ...vismit07.... in presentation format :

http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/5/14/1078703/PHOTOS%20PRESENTATION2221.swf

(but It may take some time.....this is prefered when you have both time and speed..........and patience....... have a gr8 time!! and E-special thanx to mayank and abhiram for helping me out in captions......thanx again!!)

vOTE foR tAJ!!

Simple Question :

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gURU gHANTAAL........

Finally we reached our farm house( neebukheda )..40 Kms from bhopal..maneuvering my jeep over 15 KMs of kaacchi road ..


my conditions :
stomach : half empty( not half filled)
activities: normal


so, we reached there at 12 : 30 AM with 2 big batoleybaaz villagers ,my cousin,and his friend...

bakar session :


batola 1:" saab mey paani pi riya tha ,taalaab ka,aawwaaz aayi dekha sher bhi paani pee riya tha "
result : digested....some how


batola 2:"saab wo kajri thi na raamlaal ki dulhan , saab , usney paed ki kattai kartey hue je bada aazgar dekha"
result : digested....again.....


whole senario in one line : " TUM MUJHEY BATOLA DO, MAI TUMHEY BATOLEEY DUUNGA"


It was like bouncers of batolaas ....some how digested by me.

And then I realized that in this process of digestion...my food(aalu ki sabzi/daal/roti @ 6 PM ) was also digested ... I can hear..strange sounds from my stomach (put put,,buum) ... saying "calender khaana do".. And I know I need some food Urgently.....but I was late...we dont have food there...


This was the time when my cousins friend, {peeep} (name censored ) ...Offered me GURU pouch..tambaakhuuu.... gutka

{Peeep}:" ye khaa lo bhuuk nahi lageygi....GURU "

FlashBack :
my first hukkha puff.....ahu ahu ahu...
my first ciggetette puff....ahu ahu ahu ahu ahu--> infinity
my first sip.....sorry I dont drink..never!! ( usuaLly my eyes and deeds shows something else, which many of my acquaintances never believes..Once again..(in chorus) I dont drink.. )

Now I have red coloured pouch in my hand...I opened it...poured it in to my mouth (typical bhopali ishtyle) ....and then hmmmmm my mouth was burning....uuuuaaaaa... bitter taste.. but to my surprise I was enjoying it.... ( so L.S...Danish) and seriosly ..hunger was over by now....


Me:bhai 1 aur pouch dena..
{Peeep}: "ye lo yaar 5 pouch, rakho" (he was having 20 pouches)
when I was about to take the fourth pouch..that too with in 20 mins...

{peeep} :" yaar ander toh nahi le rahe na..."


Me :"haan bhai,,,sab ander ja raha hai.." (shit!! I have swallowed it...)

{peeep} :" bhai aapney city ki deewaroon per,taakizoo per laal laal nishaan dekhey hain,ye saab bahar hi jaata hai,issey ander nahi lete..bhai peek do(spit it).......kuch ander mat leena.."

but it was too late....
and rest they say... is history....


At 8 :30 AM (next day)
my conditions :
nausea ,migrane
puked 5 times....
stomach : not responding...
activies : ALt + ctr + del....but still not responding...

_________________________________________________
Now at home..feeling better....
kahani mey twist --
my mom afer washing my jeans......" beta aapki jeans se ye laal pouch nikla...kya naam hai... GURUuuuu" without saying a word... I locked my room...opened my comp...and stared typing this post.... GURU GHANTAAL ...............
THE REAL STORY HAS JUST BEGAN..............................waaaaaaaat lag gayi saloooooon!!!
my heartly advise to everyone : pls dont try this anywhere!!

this is the pouch..................................stay away.......

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

from blogger : this is my first hinglish post...... just give it a thought !!

in 1992....
maccharoon ki mehfil :::

kirigi: chalo hamla....me sardaar!! per attack karoonga ..jaswinder hi naam hai na uska....

tatanka: saaley .... gandi naali ki upaj....pehley mota waala choose kar liya sahi hai .... chalo mera topi waaala ismail bhai...

kachri: saaley insaanoon(maccharoon ki gaali) , tumhey jo chaliye le lo.... mai to chikney mohan ko 1 lambhi chummi dungi ..bada maaza aayega ..

chamaka : haan haan bol lo beta.. ... mey to anthony ke gaal per aisa dank maaroonga ...ki khujla khujla kar laal ho jaeega.....saala frenchy...

15 years later....
they all died when one day...a moody ..boy(me) was reading the book... unable to concentrate... he was opening and closing the book again and again...and in that.."again and again"..they all died,,,,

In anonymous book....
between p 167 - 168 : tatanka ..with one leg on letter '7' and another on 8.. of 167-168... he was bout to make it....but..unluky fellow..
between 203-204 : kachri..
between 266-267 : chamaka and kirigi..... best friends...glued at the extreme left of paper it was...p 266...
and in the same book....at the last page.... I have written a poem it goes like this....


डंक मारे, खून चूसे..
जात ,धरम ना जाने ये...

मोहन बाबू , जसविंदर जी ,अन्थोंनि और इस्माईल साब..
सब का ख़ून 1 ही रंग का, सबके ख़ून का 1 हि स्वाद....

कृपया ये बात किसी को ना बताए
क्या पता अगले चुनावों मे इसी के मुद्दे बन जाए ...

अग्नी दें या दफ्नाएं ...
कहीं इस बात पर इन्सान ना बट जाए ...

shhhhhhhhhhhh!!
कृपया ये बात किसी को ना बताए....

tHOSE wERE tHE dAYS :pART II

from blogger : If roshans and vidhu vinods can do it why not I....I have also decided to make a sequel of my previous post :"tHOSE wERE tHE dAYS"...but rather its more grey!!....but ab yahan tak aa hi gaye ho to pad bhi lo....


aND again!!.I am not in a mood to see today's newspapers.... well!! their is no news which I can find interesting , no stabbing,no kidnapping,no robbery,no politics, no umar priyanka stuff,no saddam bush, indeed no rakhi sawants n mallikas ....nothing man......paper is filled with thousands of thumbnails (SEEN OTHER TYPES OF THUMBNAILS...DON'T YOU!!.HIDDEN:3 TIMES X) ......RESULT TIMES.....IIT,AIEEE,PMT bla bla....success stories which give full credit to their coaching institutes...some with single digit rank posing like himesh reshamiya in :aap ka suroor" (Its a compliment believe me) .......full credit to those Einstein minds , but I feel for those 5 digit ranker's...burning their blood watching their classmate photo with every sip of morning tea.....

Advise: If possible switch to some international newspapers,because local papers will be full of green,yellow,red adds of coaching...or else don't read it!!

These newspaper reminds me of the gud old school days ,actually it was after 12th board
exams. ..
7 AM morning , bell rings.. and look who is here gr8 Alekh Agarwal {IITJEE AIR :13,,legacy: still vision prints his photo in today's newspaper after 4 (deleted:dam)years} "yaar mera net kharab ho gaya, result dekhna hai"....me rubbing my eyes"haainnnnnn!!!!!! result aa gaya"..and rest is history.... actually I have deleted it...how?? VERY EASY!!!..I ill tell you ..just go to... tools.. life options and delete history,cookies ,and temporary results file.... stay happy and satisfied!! (kaash!!!)

no problemo...brozzz!

Its always next time.... (which never comes...HAHAHAHA)

cheers to all the back bencher's and five digit ranker's!! ( see it actually rhymes)

disclaimer : sorry!!Alek bhai if u r reading this.buts Its a reality.yaad kar tere 89.something mere 71.something...bhavnaoo ko samjho yaar!!

bEEDI kA dHUAN...aUDIO ...

Njoy beedi ka dhuan audio file..........In my voice....

just download it and listen.......

It will be fun......... god promise....(right hand waala)

download this.........

just read the poem before hearing it,,, posted on 8 may 2007.....
link :: fileden.com/files/2007/5/14/1078703/12345.mp3
(quality is not so gud....... for better results...minimum audible vol. should be used)
you can also go to music corner.....

tHOSE wHERE tHE dAYS....

fACT : This post was ready in 5 mins......

aCTIVITY : On the spot " memories of childhood" competition

In 5 min I have written following ....

You have to try this....just for 5 mins....you will be in diffrent world...believe me...

list starts now :

#same pinch...new pinch

#jolly..

#anty gulanty..

#aaj somvar hai,
chuhe ko bukhar hai
chuha gaya doctor ke pass
doctor ne lagayi sui
chula bola ooooiiiii ..

#jhoot bolna paap hai ..
nadi kinaarey saap hai..

#raja mantri chor sipahi...

#kaatti...pucchchi...

#ullu key paatthey

#gol gol..raani kita kita paani...

#ringa ringa roses..

#stop... freeze.. statue...


#kagaz ,ke planes ..

#whole team times....

#roll no. 11 :S-mam

#round us...

#kuttey :: bahut badi gaali......bahut hi badi...

#chandrakanta....1 titli... mileey sur mera tumhaara...chitrahaar...super hit muquabala...jungle book, alif laila

#life process II

#astoma sad gamaya...

#book cricket...

#tic tac toe...

#roll no 11 : 42/100 ( hindi marks) ( +10 in eng.)

#(v.good) ki khushi... aur (poor)..ka dard...

#maths is square waali notebook..a ur eng ki...blue and red lines waali...

#plays ...

#devdas....

#school uniform..... tie belt... scoks with a hole...unpolished shoes...

what else..... list goes on...



....just think some more......use comments...

fRIDAT,S pREDICTION :

cHUP rAHO....SSSSHHHHHH.....dEEWAROON KEY BHI KAAN HOTEY HAIN....

SERIOUSLY..... i kNOW! U dONT bELIVE mE..

hIT tHIS lINK :

http://www.ndtv.com/convergence/ndtv/story.aspx?id=NEWEN20070007398

mR. pOLLEN ....." wHATS tHIS liFE fOR"..

Inside a lonely flower :

wake up!

today is the day.......... we will be leaving home...

..... but I don't wanna go....

petal no5 : but you have to leave ....
pollen : but why?


flower : OK be ready next wind wave....

petal no 5 : because everybody leaves this place after some time.....

we remains.....till one day sun burns our skin.... and we die out of thirst

pollen : what bout us..........

petal no 5 : I don't know!! no body knows....

wind blows taking some pollens in the sky...

pollen : oooooooooo !! bye bye petal no. 5.....

taken away bye wind..........

enjoying the 1st ride..finally out of the home....and finally flower can be seen from the top.......its beautiful..........

pollen : ooooooooo!! Iam inside human nose....

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakhiiiiiiiiiiiii (sneeze)
out he flows again........

................hit the floor........

ant auntie(cheeti auntie with her 2 sons) :....... pollen...... hmmmmmm too small..not worthed ..not so tasty too....but lets see If we didn't find food today... we have to eat this ...take this pollen...........

..........old grasshopper lying....with broken legs...unable to crawl....

ant auntie : food...leave this poor pollen here...... and call other ants... we have a feast tonight....................

ssssssssssssssshshssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

..wind blows.......... pollens journey starts again........

still.......pollen don't know whats his destination .........

still......pollen don't know what it is worthed for ....

still..... pollen don't know whats he is send for.....

still........... pollen don't know whats this life for......

may be some fine day...he lands up on another flower.....sacrificing his existence.....and then that flower becomes fruit........... fruits have seeds in it.........another fine day those seeds hits fertile ground..... giving rise to another plant.which produces another flower....and that flower again nurtures..... lots of pollen sons.......

@#$@#%#$^%$%^&%^&^%*%&*&^*^&(^*(&*(&*(&$%^$&%^&%^&%^7#$%#$%#$^$%&^%^&%*#$@#$@%#$%$#^$

back to reality....

we are all like that pollen ................ only some make it ......only few knows the ultimate reality........the truth.....only few are able to answer this intriguing question " wHATS tHIS lIFE foR "

rest.... are lost in the winds ..forever.....

which pollen r u?????

wHEN goD cOMBS hIS hAIR...

think!! when u last time combed ur hair!!
well today only!! right..

when u combed....their were few hairs between the teeth's of comb...

well we should consider them unlucky!!
right!!

some can also call them unhealthy, or hairs having less strength

in short not fit!!

this reminds me of the theory of Charles Darwin "survival of fittest"

and in our world think what happens when god combs his hair!!!

Tsunami,earthquakes,riots,total chaos...

but wait according to Charles Darwin.... one who is fit will survive...

now million dollar question is who is fit!!

physically strong!! no..

OK then mentally strong!! no again... it doesn't matter you are in IIt..or some private college or even metric pass..

may be its our bank balance!!

its a bank balance of all the good deeds we have done in our lives,what we have given ,what we have sacrificed...

that is our strength my dear friend!!
invest and grow it right now...
sounds bookish now......OK

then Its like a self producing nourishing oil....brami-amla kesh tail

seriously.....

If I were to be ever picked up from the gods skull..
I wish... iam picked up when i am fully reaped!! when I have completed the task i am send to do... whether it takes 25 years,50 years..or even 100...

iQBAL oce said " Khudi ko kar buland itna kay har takdeer sey pehlay khuda bandey sey khud poochay bata terey raza kya hai "

fRIDAYS pREDICTION

mOGAMBO kHUSH hUA !!!

hIT tHIS lINK :

http://www.hindu.com/2007/04/29/stories/2007042900141200.htm

slambook time.........

yaar bher dena slam book plz .......

In my mind : hmmmmmmmm rohit..rahul..rajeev.....wats his f@#$ing.. name...

ooh shit 2pages...............

well.......

these thoughts are too common these days in my mind.........

concept of slam book :

Iam still in confusion whether to have a slam book of my own or not....

As time passes only those people remains in touch who really mean to u.... that's a fact..in school days my slam book was filled by too many people.... but I only read and cherished.. entries filled by those who r really close to me.... and to whom I really owe something....

flip side :

Why to take a note from close ones ....
they will be in touch in any case

but then I only reads those entries which has something emotionally satisfing to me.... .some thing really eternal.... which time cannot bound...

why the hell I need to fill some others slam book... or make them fill mine.... And Orkut is also there.... if some dam body needs both materialistic or emotional help from me ... I will b there for them.....

Time has made me emotionally un-crackable... If you want to consider me...unemotional.....no probs u r welcome....

fact : iam major types emotional...

I am utterly confused....baffled by this situation.....

fIRST sUNDAY'S qUESTION

Anyone Ever Experience The Direct Presence Of God? Anyone Ever Experience The Demonic?
	eXPERIENCED tHE dIRECT pRESENCE oF gOD.bUT nOT deMONIC
	eXPERINCED tHE dEMONIC pRESENCE ..bUT nOT gOD
	eXPERENCED bOTH !!
	nEITHER!!
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fIRST fRIDAY'S pREDICTION

well today is Friday..and guess what its time for ...fRIDAY'S pREDICTION...........
Now this is one dam difficult activity for me..........full day I was thinking what should I write in this..catagory.then I stepped on dry leaf ...which gives me idea about my prediction.....
this can sound really weired... but its a good masala for next spielberg film... this prediction is more of a SI-FI one....
pREDICTION 1:
iMAGINE ! With the help of genetics...... chloroplast* is nurtured in human skin.... by which we can absorb sunlight and use it in conjunction with water and carbon dioxide to produce sugars(food)....
(*Chloroplasts are organelles found in plant cells and eukaryotic algae that conduct photosynthesis.)
whole world will change drastically...
change 1: Food for every one... no one will sleep empty stomach...no malnutrition....humans are now able to produce their one food in their body itself,But the value of taste will increase.....for taste , we can use our mouth...Food available in market will be totally taste based..and ya contains minerals and other important ingredients...
change 2: Ecological balance...we will consume carbon dioxide and produce oxygen....and intern consume that, produced oxygen... and and produce carbon dioxide for our consumption only...
change 3 : Set back for racial elements and cosmetics industry....skin colour will turn to green.... no racialism ..no cosmetics...
rest changes and effects you can write what you feel about this green world.. or you simply write (boring) if you don't like this article... Next time I will try to improve it .. try come up with.. another mind boggling idea.... till then Njoy...and wait till next Friday ...

opa tuda bum!!

opa tuda bum!!

Wait!! is this a bump......


Uzair : I think gas is over........










Dan: abey chup chap chalo..( shut up and drive)

abey buntys (*)IPS(**) see... { (*) our school's Ex-principal s new school(**)}


Car stops there....


Silence!!

Gaurav:(cold voice) kya hua? (wat happened)


Uzzu : dhakkaa maaro ..(push the car)

Then , first drop of paseena(sweat) fell of my nose.

Somebody :shit it is 9 pm ..... on a dark ,lonely highway !!{ exaggerated }

Shukla : abbey tum chup chaap dhakkaa maaro...Salley nikaamey!! {edited}


we all were pushing { lies : i was not, I was taking picture }


Suddenly wind blows taking my 2 streaks of hair to the other side of maang (maang mey sindhur waalaa)(Hair Parting)

I know god is watching us.


Suddenly shukla bends on his right...I was taking a pic... and he wants to be in that pic..

Divine intervention ...

tempo stopped...

(God has sent an angEl)


Man comes out of tempo...


wearing a blue colour raincoat...typical common man types!!


Without saying a word.... he starts pushing the car with us..









After 50.55 mts he stops pushing..



He walks towards his tempo...


he brings rope and toe our car.........


he then toed our car to the mechanic's place









we offered him some money...but he refused


Now this is called short boring story! Right!!



Maybe!!


But when these types of people lives in this planet... their is a hope...he was not a hero!! he was also not a bundle of millions of cells synchronized to do nothing!!

He surely has left his legacy in my mind!!


I will remember him as a helper!!


Gratitude: now plz pray with me :God plz where ever he is keep him and his family safe , and away from all the worlds evils....may god bless us all!!! Amen









((((why opa tuda bum ?
Because at that time their was one spam in everybody’s scrapbook… so in those days it was our tagline “opa tuda bum!! “ like namastey ,salaam, good morning types.

Characters:

Dan (Danish Siddiqui) : Narrator( unseen )
http://www.orkut.com/Home.aspx?xid=13362980210660818195

Shukla : Ankur Shukla( in white shirt ,taller)
http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=9129944530649346231

Uzzu :Uzair Alvi ( in striped white shirt , cute one)
http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=8521224912086616599

Gaurav : Gaurav Gopal Pandey( red T-shirt , hunk)
http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=5268059823298045563

Common man : Uncommon these days
N.A))))

bEEDI KA dHUAN !!

कविता........

बीडी का धुआं आज था थोडा घबराया..
होल्ले से सीलती दिवार का लिया सहारा..
सीलन की दो बूंदे थी चंचल..
सोचा आज धुएं मे अग लगनी..
बोले बारिश 1 संदेश लाई है..
आओं तुम्हे 1 बात बतानी...
"शेहर के बाजारों मे 1 नया धुआं आया है..
अपने पैकेट पर अंग्रेजी मे कुछ लिखवाया है..
झक सफ़ेद नीचे नारंगी बिन्दु...
औरतों ने उसे मुह से लगाया है.."

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