Saturday, February 10, 2007

My dad was dying and he knew it ...

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... but he didnt want me to no.
The sucker tot i was studying for my exams, and he didnt want me to travel from Kanpur to Mumbai to be at his death bed.
He figured my studies wud suffer

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Values my dad tot me

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Anonymous said...

the sonovabitch was a jehadi too


Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.


2.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.


3.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.


4.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.


5.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.


6.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.

Anonymous said...

Living and dying is not the big issue. The big issue is what you`re going to do with your time while you are here.


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Anonymous said...

bhenchod
tere 50 Rs le ja
teri ma ko chodne ki fees

Anonymous said...

Close Your Eyes,
Breathe Long Out
And Just Relax,
Then U'll Find Me.

Anonymous said...

sorry saby.

did not see the post

was having some fun

Anonymous said...

tuhar daat moti ke saman...
tuhar bal moti ke saman...
.
.
.
Moti hamar Kutte ka naam

awaiting said...

Your dad would be ashamed of you.

Miranda said...

I'm so sorry to hear ((((BIG HUGS)))

Keshi said...

HUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGZ Saby!

I've seen that letter b4...it brings alot of tears. Why do parents have to leave us!

Keshi.

Cheesemeister said...

My dad would do the same thing.
He asked my brother not to come to my grandmother's funeral because my brother was on his honeymoon when Gram died. He said that life should be for the living and Gram would understand. I think she did.
I also think it's great that your dad was thinking of you even while his health was declining. Though it is frustrating to be put in the position of not knowing and wishing you could have done more.
Take care.

Anonymous said...

I'm sorry your father brought
such a stupid bastard in the
world.