Free to define ourselves with statement attire. By the time its eyes were on the flame, The moth was in the fire.” We marvelled at the architecture of the Red Fort, where Shah Jahan spent the last three years of his life, imprisoned and staring across at the Taj Mahal, the tomb of his favourite wife. The evening stars shine in the grey sky. For reprint rights: 10 famous Ghalib sayings that can still cut through the coldest of winters “Old Delhi does not change. The grief in my words reach easily to those who have "been there and done that" Chapatti in the meal is either so uncooked or overly cooked and you can only expect dal in the ocean of water when you are ready to swim.”
Musa heard a poor shepherd praying: ‘Where art Thou that I may serve Thee?
At every step my distress and agitation increases. A papeeha comes out of the grey sky and settles on a crag a few feet away. There was that Sultan Mahmud of Ghazni who had invaded Hindustan seventeen, times—not once or twice but seventeen times. “Cut off's are like real sadist as they watch some folks happy and disappoint the majority. Thirty people died, ten women reported being raped and buildings and cars were set on fire” “Abstract conversations are my favourite, for they unviel true convictions.” She was different. Nothing.” “Passions have made mortals of us men. We ate curry with our driver in a Delhi street café late at night and had the best chicken tikka I’ve ever tasted in an Agra restaurant. If one doesn't still agree, you gotta try staying at a hostel.” The scene of desolation fills my eyes with tears.
“If the blanket of man’s fate has been woven black, even the waters of Zam Zam and Kausar cannot wash it white.” “It feels like home, far from home, yet homely. “I realized that I belonged neither to the Hindus nor to the Mussalmans.
Sired though they may have been by the same loins, lain in succession in the same womb and suckled the same breasts, no sooner were they old enough to know the world than they understood that they must destroy their siblings or be destroyed themselves.” It is the full moon shining in my face. “He told us of an incident from the life of the Prophet Musa. I have grown over stupid and useless conversations.
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This city is like the most beautiful girl in a college. “One Sikh may argue with one Sikh. They said that even the sea prostrated itself twice every twenty-four hours to touch the feet of Somnath. Famous Indian Monuments include Old Churches of Goa, The Taj Mahal, Qutab Minar of Delhi, Charminar, Red Fort, Jantar Mantar, etc. That was life! ‘The heart has lost me,’ the eye replied. Those who were uprooted are in misery. It was the most delectable and flavourful drink we have ever tasted. Poetry was such a strong medium for the poets to describe their views that it gained the attention of a huge audience and develop in them a sense of pride for the place. And we loved it. Nothing but sleeping graves. We walked barefoot around the Swaminarayan Akshardham, the largest Hindu house of worship in the world, and were absolutely awed. “Partition was a total catastrophe for Delhi,’ she said. Rest as they say is history and it speaks volumes.” If men were not slaves of passion, they would have been Gods, each one.” Welcome back. I was hungry, and you did not give me food.’ Musa asked ‘My God, can you also be sick and hungry?’ God replied ‘My servant so-and-so was sick, and my servant so-and-so was hungry. “When you have counted eighty years and more, Time and Fate will batter at your door; But if you should survive to be a hundred, Your life will be death to the very core.” The campus is buzzing with freshman and activity. The insecurity and the feeling of self doubt. He could fill up auditoriums and deliver rousing poetry in mushairas that people would line up for. She always had an opinion, something to say about everything.Most interesting thing about her is that she never said something to please, yet she was nice to be around.”
But we could not believe that the child of a courtesan would prefer to live in a Delhi brothel rather than in our palace in Iran!” I know not which told the truth, which lied Between, the two, it was Meer who died.”
I saw a village of dirty black bricks, no rendering, just filth and grime, and right in the middle an exquisite and elegant white temple, freshly painted and unblemished. Everywhere there is a terrible emptiness. “The Hindus hatred of the Mussalmans did not make sense to me. ‘We will drive out these cow-killers and destroyers of our temples.’ They were especially contemptuous towards Hindus who had embraced Islam and treated them worse than untouchables.”
“It was again to the Prophet Musa that Allah conveyed the essence of true religion. Welcome to Delhi-City of Dreams.