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Re: # 29

Hamidm Sahib:

"...... what happened ? "

Do you think religion arrived?

It is true that so much unnecessary hero worshipping of useless singers/dancers/filmi artists is going on in south asia...Disgusting. Where the hell the thought process of Gen Next has gone ? There r no quiz / debates ( brain sharping progg ) etc on TV these days rather all the prime time is booked for nautch girls, bath room singers & Grade 2 heroines with painted red cheeks... Do they think only Marassis and Hijras r going to rule the country ???

If Pakis could become more like mirasis world would have been a better place........

#29

What happened to sex....It is more than you ever dreamed of

You missed big time Look at the chinese fked much more than you so much to produce billion babies that too after using condom for most of there sex
poor Hamidm neve had u tube only play boy static pictures tsk tsk .Neither Chars Nor modern Sex what were you :(

I liked that you quoted Khalil Gibran, but I think his entire message is appropriate, so here goes...

Pity The Nation

Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion.

Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave, eats a bread it does not harvest, and drinks a wine that flows not from its own winepress.

Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero, and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful.

Pity the nation that despises a passion in its dream, yet submits in its awakening.

Pity the nation that raises not its voice save when it walks in a funeral, boasts not except among its ruins, and will rebel not save when its neck is laid between the sword and the block.

Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking.

Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpetings and farewells him with hootings, only to welcome another with trumpetings once again.

Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years and whose strong men are yet in the cradle.

Pity the nation divided into fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation.

Khalil Gibran = The Garden Of The Prophet