Musings from a Recliner. ~ Lally Virk. 0600 hrs/05 Sep 18. Life !!!

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Musings from a Recliner.
~ Lally Virk.
0600 hrs/05 Sep 18.

Life !!!

In a theatre when a drama plays....you opt for front seats. But when a film is screened...you opt for rear seats. Your position in life is only relative....Never absolute. For making soap.....oil is required, but to clean oil, soap is required.
This is the irony of life..!!
Only two categories of people are happy in this world. The Child and The Mad. Be Mad to achieve a goal.  But be a Child to enjoy what you have achieved. 
Enjoy life..!!  Neither can you hug yourself nor can you cry on your own shoulder.
Life is all about living for one another....so live with those who love you the most. 
Kuchh rishton mein munafa nahin hota....par zindagi amir banaa detein hain !! 🤔🥂

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  1. SajanMay 2, 2019 at 11:05 PM

    Sir please give me your contact details to sajansummers@gmail.com
    I was your cadet

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  2. A ThaparMay 10, 2019 at 1:30 AM

    Very true

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  3. ArunOctober 6, 2019 at 8:20 PM

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  4. TanviOctober 20, 2019 at 2:59 AM

    Sir pls can you give me contact info , you are such a true inspiration you're a real hero , I've read 3 of your blogs and they are amazing !!

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