tashakor!!!

tashakor...


thank you!!! as it would mean in parsi...


but shouldnt it have been there at the end of my post...


hmmmmmm...but i think i have always been the toe-to-head version...but ideally hasnt it been the case for all of us...for we do come on this planet in this rather inverted position...


anyways


tashakor...to one and all


i say so because its been one of my two favourite words...the other one being sorry...sounds like a humble character, u must be thinking or atleast trying to be so. But i am truly and honestly true with these two words, for i consider them a part of my nung namoos, my honour and pride. But the problem starts when i end up confused betwwen them, not knowing when to say sorry and when to say tashakor, thank you. For they surely seem to be interchangable to me.


like the politician for whom you have voted might be saying thank you for your vote, but invariably he means to be sorry for u for the next five years ; ) .....


Like when your father buys you ur first bicycle...u jump with joy kissing him all the way and shouting thank you papa!!!thank you abbu!!!thanks dad!!!thanks babuji!!!thanks pader jaan!!!thanks pa!!!...with the sound of thank you echoing from all over the world...but when these echoes reaches the ears they are meant for don't they somehow create an acoustic vibration as if saying "sorry pa!!!for the sacrifices that u had to make for bringing me this bike". The tashakor , the thanksgiving inevitably modulates itself to sorry...as in some mysticism surrounding it.

Don't they seem to be the sides of the same coin.
Ironically yes.
When thousands out there die in bomb blasts, for millions feeling sad and sorry for them, there are definitely few hundreds who are rejoicing in glory.
When india wins a match against pakistan, there are billion heads going gaga with the celebration, but there are still millions on the other side of the border gearing up to break there TV sets...

So this all just broadens my big-bang confusion theory.
Next time when i fail to make it to the top of the ladder , should i be happy for the one sitting at the top or join hands with those saddened-sadists trying to shaken up the ladder.
Does the Darwin's survival of the fittest survive or is it the Gandhi's principality of ahimsa ,not only physically but also at the cerebral level, emerge victorious triumphantly.

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