Posted in Blogs, Friends, Joke on 11/25/2010 12:42 pm by rao aelbeena
AGAR AURAT PAR HAATH UTHAYE TO ZALIM
AURAT SE PIT JAYE TO BUZDIL
AURAT KO KISE KE SAATH DEKH KAR LADAAI KARE TO JEALOUS
GHAR SE BAHAR RAHE TO AWARA
BACHCHON KO DANTEY TO ZAALIM
AURAT KO NAUKRI SE ROKE TO SHAKKI MIZAJ
NA ROKEY TO BIWI KI KAMAI KHANEWALA
MAA KE MANE TO MAA KA CHAMCHA
BIWI KE SUNE TO JORU KA GULAM
Posted in Blogs, Friends, Personal on 09/23/2010 11:07 am by rao aelbeena
Don’t break our unity so stand together for 24 sept. no MASJID no MANDIR just one word one nation “INDIA ”
“The moral duty to be expected in different ages is not a unity of standard, or of acts, but a unity of tendency. At one time the benevolent affections embrace merely the family, soon the circle expanding includes first a class, and then a nation, then a coalition of nations, then all humanity and finally, its influence is felt in the dealings of man with the animal world.”
“I offer you peace. I offer you love. I offer you friendship. I see your beauty. I hear your need. I feel your feelings. My wisdom flows from the Highest Source. I salute that Source in you. Let us work together for unity and love and against violence.”
“ALBS”
Posted in Blogs, Uncategorized on 02/26/2010 11:10 am by rao aelbeena
Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.
Let’s join this group to save tigers
Our voice matters!
Posted in Blogs, Uncategorized on 02/26/2010 11:00 am by rao aelbeena
Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.
Let’s join this group to save tigers
Our voice matters!
Posted in Blogs on 06/10/2008 11:55 am by rao aelbeena
Mothers day
A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away.
As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing.
He asked her what was wrong and she replied, “I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother.
But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars.”
The man smiled and said, “Come on in with me. I’ll buy you a rose.”
He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother’s flowers.
As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home.
She said, “Yes, please! You can take me to my mother.”
She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.
The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother’s house.
