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« on: May 12, 2012, 08:29:24 AM »
koi mere dil da haal na jane o rabbaaaaaa :D: :D: :D: :D: :D: :D: :D: :D:
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« on: April 28, 2012, 05:32:51 AM »
DOn’t bring peOple clOse tO ur heart…
Because…
PrOblem with the clOse peOple Is that..
” They KnOw Where TO HIT Exactly…”
Apne hi hote hain jo dil pe war karte hai..
Warna gairo ko kya khabar ki dil kis baat pe dukhta hai…
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« on: April 28, 2012, 04:54:33 AM »
Is aas mein chala jaunga main ye jahan chodh kar,
Ke shayad mera marna hi kuch kaam aayega,
Shayad chali aaye tu us pal mere paas daud kar,
Jis pal tere paas meri maut ka paigaam aayega…!
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« on: April 26, 2012, 01:31:50 AM »
Question : Why do girls close
their eyes while kissing a guy?
Guess…
Guess
.
. .
Answer : Yeh ladkiyan ladkon
ko kabhi khush nahi dekh sakti.
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« on: April 25, 2012, 05:43:37 AM »
aj lfza ch likhn lgga gal me dil di
ek kudi c mitroo roj menu mildi
bohat c chaa menu osde didaar da
sari umr takeya me raah sohne yaar da
buliya te hassa ohde mukh utte noor c
gal me dil di dsni jaroor c
rabb nalo sohna meri jaan mera yaar hai
pr mere mitro oh kise hor da pyaar hai
muk j miyaad rabb kre jeet de sahaa di
ehi c khani ohna 2 ajnabi rahhaa di
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« on: April 25, 2012, 03:22:15 AM »
kash k me pathraa nu kade ajmaya hunda
jinna dukh tu ditta kade na paya hunda
dil vtana ta shonk c tera mutiyare
na kade tere naal dil jeet ne vtaya hunda
tere dhokke nu pyaar smj beh gya me nimana
kash k ishq di aag ne menu na jlaya hunda
asi praye c tere lyi eh tu aaj daseya
kash k tu kade apne hon da haq na jtaya hunda
kash k me pathraa nu kade ajmaya hunda
jinna dukh tu ditta kade na paya hunda
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« on: April 24, 2012, 08:19:33 AM »
tu enni vi nhi sohni jinni hwa krdi
tere nalo sohni kudi mitraa te hai mardi
me vi kise te na kade rob hai jtaya
mada bol na boleya na koi kuffr kmaya
fir vi j tu akkad hai vekhani
mitraa nu vi kudiye ghat na tu jani
nimana me jeet cheeti na haa bolda
jado kuj bolla velly mitti vich rolda
sun meri gal khol apne tu kann
pyaar naal meri gal hun ja mann
fir vi j tu akkaad hai vekhani
teri me rail rap ch bnani
kudiya da satkarr mere maa peya ne sikhaya
ehda me palan kitta na kde kuffr kmaya
haje ta me tenu keh reha g g
so u just stay away from me
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« on: April 11, 2012, 08:40:21 AM »
Dear all me ethe ek serious topic shuru krn lagga haa jis trah ki asi sab jande haa ki message of the day da system sanu samaj nhi aaya. Hun tak menu kade chance nhi mileya message of the day post krn da as well most of PJ members did'nt get.
Some of the times pj te topics bane ne es bare but na admin/sub admin/moderator kise ne vi dhyaan nhi ditta but hun time aa gya hai k pj de hor members nu vi chance mile message of the day post krn da.
jithe tak menu pta hai message of the day mid-night toh baad likhn lyi milda hai as per i live in india so i didnt get chance to write it.Es trah kithe na kithe asi baki de members toh eh right koh rahe ha .So I request PJ staff to make a quick action on it.
guys please submit your vote if u want to have a thread as video of the for message of the day
Suggestion-: J kr ho ske ta jis trah request video of the day wala topic hai same as ek thred create kitta jave for message of the day and its up to PJ staff(as KP do this for Video of the day) to choose the message of the day.
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« on: April 11, 2012, 04:38:24 AM »
:D: :D: :D: :D: sambhe da vi sarr gya :D: :D: :D:
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« on: April 11, 2012, 04:24:14 AM »
damm when will we change ourself :D: :D:
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« on: April 11, 2012, 02:04:38 AM »
The Following picture was taken by a news reproter near KANPUR CITY in India . As u can see there are two persons one with cycle and other one is dead one. When the reporter asked him where are others one that are with you.He replied we are three brothers as you can see myself and this dead man is my younger brother and the third one is doing Labour work(dihari) that he could earn some money to feed family and to do cremation of our brother.This all remindes me of one thing........
Khali hath aaye theey aur khali hath jaaye gaaay
Every time i m demotivated i watch this pic and think if these guys can do in this situation then why not me.
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« on: April 07, 2012, 03:28:45 AM »
Mirza, the hero of our story, was born to Fateh Bibi and Wanjal while Sahiban, the heroine, was the daughter of Khewa Khan. As already explained, since Fateh Bibi and Khew Khan were suckled by the same woman, Mirza and Sahiban ended up being “cousins” according to the prevailing traditions.
Mirza must have been 8 or 9 when his parents decided to send him to Khewa to live with his “maternal uncle”, Khewa Khan. It was not unusual those days for parents to send their children to live with their mother’s or father’s relatives for education or for other reasons.
Khewa Khan enrolled both Mirza and Sahiban at the local mosque, the usual place for basic education those days. A student would start off with alphabet, or patti as it was called, and then graduate to reading the Quran, chapter by chapter, and then to other subjects, if any, depending on the interest of the student and his/her parents. The imam of the mosque, commonly called maulvi or qazi, would be the sole teacher.
Years passed, and both Mirza and Sahiban advanced into adolescence and to adulthood. They discovered that they liked to be in each other’s company. Actually, Mirza and Sahiban had fallen head over heals in love with each other — a love that was honest, blind and reckless. Often in the “class”, they would be more absorbed into each other than to paying attention to the maulvi. The maulvi had to resort to the use of chimmak to get their attention.
According to the story, Sahiban, once, when struck by the maulvi for not memorizing her lesson correctly, addresses him thus:Na maar qazi chimkaaN, na day tatti nooN taa
Parrhna sada reh gaya lay aaye ishq likha
this what it means
O qazi, don’t beat me with the stick; don’t burn me. I am already burning [with love]. Books are of no use to us, for love is now writ in our destiny.Sahiban had grown into a beautiful young woman. Piloo, the poet, describes her beauty with the usual poetic exaggeration. He says, when Sahiban went shopping, the grocer would be so distracted by her beauty that he would place wrong weights in the weighing scale (tarakri), and that instead of oil she wanted he would pour honey for her. At another place the poet says, when Sahiban walked past the fields the farmers would stop plowing and would stand transfixed by her beauty.
Mirza also grew into a strapping, handsome young man. He had shoulder length hair, was a good horseman, was known for his physical courage, and was a deadly shot with his bow and arrow. His marksmanship was legendary.
Mirza and Sahiban’s love affair soon became the talk of the town. When Sahiban’s father heard of it, he was mad. He would have none of it, and soon packed Mirza off to his home in Danabad. Also, a suitable young man, named Tahir Khan, from the same tribe, was found to marry Sahiban, and a date was set for the wedding.
Sahiban, when she came to know of her imminent marriage, sent an emissary to Mirza asking him to come and get her before she was bundled off to a new home.
Mirza couldn’t and wouldn’t let this happen. He announced his decision to go to Khewa and get Sahiban. His parents and sister tried to dissuade him saying that the Sayyal women could not be trusted, and that he was taking a big risk going to Khewa. His father’s words of advice and warning are quite revealing of the values of the time, some of which persist even today. He says: “To hell with these women. Their brains are in their heels. They fall in love laughing and, later, tell their story to everyone crying.” Strange as it may sound, the father goes on to say: “One should not step inside the house of a woman with whom he is in love.” However, when the father realized that Mirza would not be dissuaded, he relented, saying: “I see you are determined to go. Now, go, but don’t come back without Sahiban. It’s a question of our honor. Bring her with you!”
Mirza readies his horse, collects his bow and quiver and sets off to Khewa on the day Sahiban’s wedding is to take place. He reaches Khewa when the wedding party (barat) has just arrived and is being feasted. Sahiban, decked in her bridal dress, her hands and feet died with henna, is tucked away in a room somewhere upstairs.
Mirza, knowing the layout of the house from the years he had spent in it, quietly slips inside and asks a woman confidante to alert Sahiban of his arrival. He, then, climbs up to her room, brings her down, helps her into the saddle on his horse and, with Sahiban clinging to him, gallops away into the night.
It takes a while for Khewa Khan’s household to find out what has happened. Sahiban’s brother, Shamair, accompanied by his other brothers, the bridegroom and others set off on their horses after the runaway couple.
Confident that he had gained sufficient distance and that it would not be easy for his pursuers to catch up with him, Mirza wants to stop and rest for a while. He was too tired.
Sahiban warns him that her brothers might catch up with them and urges him not to stop. But Mirza boastfully tells her that, first, they won’t be able to catch up with them and even if they did it would take only one arrow to take care of Shamair, and one more to get rid of her betrothed. And that he had sufficient arrows to take care of the whole bunch of the Sayyals. Confident but tired, he lies down under a clump of trees — and dozes off while Sahiban keeps watch.
In the quiet of wilderness, Sahiban is assailed with doubts. What if they catch up and kill Mirza? What if Mirza, quick and accurate marksman that he was, kills his brothers? Like a typical Eastern sister, her love seem to be divided between her lover and her brothers. She doesn’t want either of them to be killed. Somehow, she believes, or hopes, that this whole thing could end without bloodshed. So, she quietly takes Mirza’s quiver and hangs it on a branch, out of his reach.
Soon, there is the drumming sound of hoofs, and in no time the pursuers appear on the scene. Sahiban shakes Mirza out of sleep. Mirza wakes up with a start and instinctively reaches for his quiver but doesn’t find it there. In that split second, an arrow from Shamair’s bow pierces Mirza’s throat and he falls to the ground. Another arrow pierces his chest. With two arrows stuck in his body, Mirza looks accusingly into the eyes of Sahiban and utters those memorable words, somewhat reminiscent of Shakespeare’s “Et tu, Brute?”:
“Bura kitoyee Sahiban, mera turkish tangiya jand!”
Sahiban, you did a terrible thing by hanging the quiver away from my reach!
Sobbing and shaking, Sahiban throws herself over Mirza’s body to cover him from any further hits. A shower of arrows rains on Sahiban. Her body twitches and then lies still, and Miraz and Sahiban enter the world of lore and literature.
Jattan karo kujh dosto, toRo maut da jaal
Pharr murli O Ranjhiya, kadh koi teekhi taan
Maar koi teer O mirziya, khich kay wal asmaan
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« on: April 07, 2012, 02:38:27 AM »
ਅੱਜ ਮੇਰੀਆਂ ਕਈ ਨਿੱਕੀਆਂ-ਨਿੱਕੀਆਂ ਭੈਣਾਂ, ਕਿਸੇ ਦੀਆਂ ਧੀਆਂ, ਕਿਸੇ ਦੀਆਂ ਮਾਵਾਂ, ਕਿਸੇ ਦੀਆਂ ਨੂੰਹਾਂ ਤੇ ਕਿਸੇ ਦੇ ਬਹੁੱਤ ਸਾਰੇ ਰਿਸ਼ਤਿਆਂ ਦੀਆਂ ਤੰਦਾਂ,
ਜੱਦ ਜੰਮਣ ਤੋਂ ਪਹਿਲਾਂ ਹੀ ਸੜਕਾਂ ਤੇ "ਭਰੂਣ ਹੱਤਿਆ" ਦੇ ਰੂਪ ਵਿੱਚ ਰੁਲਦੀਆਂ ਦੇਖਦਾ ਹਾਂ, ਦਿਲ ਚੋਂ ਹਾਅ ਨਿਕਲਦੀ ਹੈ, ਤੇ ਕੁੱਝ ਸਮੇਂ ਲਈ ਤਾਂ ਸੁੰਨ
ਜਿਹਾ ਹੀ ਹੋ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਹਾਂ । ਗੁਰੂਆਂ/ਪੀਰਾਂ ਦੀ ਧਰਤੀ ਪੰਜਾਬ, ਜਿਸਨੇ ਹਮੇਸ਼ਾਂ ਮੋਹਰੀ ਰਹਿ ਕੇ ਹਰ ਪਾਸੇ ਨਾਮਣਾ ਖੱਟਿਆ ਅਤੇ ਪੂਰੀ ਦੁਨੀਆ ਵਿੱਚ ਆਪਣਾ ਨਾਮ ਬਣਾਇਆ ਅਤੇ ਕਮਾਇਆ, ਕਦ ਉਸ ਪੰਜਾਬ ਦੇ ਬੇ-ਗ਼ੈਰਤ,ਬੇਅਣਖੇ, ਮਤਲੱਬ ਪ੍ਰਸਤ ਲੋਕਾਂ ਦੀ ਇਹੋ ਜਿਹੀ ਕਾਰਜੁਗਾਰੀ ਸਾਹਮਣੇ ਆਉਂਦੀ ਹੈ, ਤਾਂ ਸਿਰਫ ਇਹ ਤਿੰਨ ਸ਼ਬਦ
ਹੀ ਮੂੰਹੋਂ ਨਿਕਲਦੇ ਨੇ, "ਮੈਨੂੰ ਮੁਆਫ ਕਰੀਂ ਪੰਜਾਬ", ਮੈਂ ਕੁੱਝ ਨਹੀਂ ਕਰ ਪਾ ਰਿਹਾ ਕਿ ਇਹ ਕਲੰਕ ਤੇਰੇ ਮੱਥੇ ਤੋਂ ਮਿਟਾ ਸਕਾਂ, ਪਰ ਜੇ ਕੁੱਝ ਕਰ ਸਕਿਆ ਤਾਂ ਪਿੱਛੇ ਵੀ ਕਦੇ
ਨਹੀਂ ਹਟਾਂਗਾ !!
:rabb: :rabb: :rabb: :rabb: :rabb: :rabb: :rabb: :rabb: :rabb: :rabb:
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« on: April 07, 2012, 02:22:07 AM »
think about this once
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« on: April 05, 2012, 05:41:42 AM »
Laakh Chaha K onhe Bhool Jaen Pr
******Qateel******
Hosley Apni Jagah, Be-Bassi Apni Jagah
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« on: April 02, 2012, 08:48:51 AM »
ssa janta i m creating a pole here plz read the question and then ans its very important dont spam here just vote and submit ur views on it
Do some one can love someone that much he/she can leave he/she forever knowing both can't live without each other.......
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« on: March 27, 2012, 04:10:56 AM »
ਮੇਰੀ ਮੌਤ ਪਿਛੋਂ ਪੈਣਾ ਮੇਰਾ ਇਕ ਆਖਰੀ ਭੋਗ
ਆਉਣਗੇ ਅੰਤਾ ਦੇ ਲੋਕ ਮੇਰਾ ਕਰਨ ਲਈ ਸੋਗ
ਲੋਕ ਕਹਿਣਗੇ ਵੈਰੀ ਬਣਿਆ ਰੱਬ ਵੀ ਉਮਰ ਨਿਆਣੀ ਦਾ
ਪਰ ਪਤਾ ਹੋਊ ਮੇਰੀ ਜਾਨ ਨੂੰ ਮੇਰੀ ਦੀ ਮੌਤ ਦੀ ਅਸਲ ਕਹਾਣੀ ਦਾ..
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« on: March 26, 2012, 01:41:15 AM »
मिलेगे जब हम तुम कुछ यु होगा
Milege Jab hum tum tu kuch yu hoga
खुशियों से भरी राहे होगी
khushiyo se bhari rahe hogi
मोहबत इन निगाहों में होगी
mohaabat en nigaho me hogi
वो वादे भी होंगे वो यादे भी होगी
Vo vade bhi honge vo yade bhi hogi
सितारों से भरी वो राते भी होगी
sitaro se bhari vo ratieen bhi hogi
अनकहे लफ्जों से जब बाते होगी
ankhe lafzo se jab batttien hogi
सुन लेना मेरी उन आहटो को
sun lena meri un aahto ko
ना जाने फिर कब ये मुलाकाते होगी
na jane fir kab ye mulakatien hogi
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« on: March 17, 2012, 06:33:16 AM »
childhood snap of Vehla jatt at fancy dress compition
:D: :D: :D: :D: :D: :D: :D:
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« on: March 17, 2012, 06:02:10 AM »
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