Politics is the art

Politics is the art
Politics is the art of looking for trouble,
finding it whether it exists or not,
diagnosing it incorrectly,
and applying the wrong remedy.
  

Jun, 11 2010     141 chars (1 sms)     3546 views       Politics

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I M Holding On Ur Rope
Got Me Ten Feet
Off The Ground

And I M Hearing
What U Say
But I Just Can''t
Make A Sound

U Tel Me That
U Need Me
Then
U Go And Cut Me Down
But Wait...

U Tel Me That
Ur Sory
Didn''t Think Id
Turn Around
And Say Late

That Its Too Late

To Appologize

Its To Late.
Wapda waloun ki maa ki……
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azmaat ko mera slaam.
(‘;’)>Aslaam oalikum
/)( / \anti g.
What’s the fluid capacity of
Monica Lewinsky’s mouth?
One U.S. leader!
Good leaders are like baseball umpires;
they go practically unnoticed when doing their jobs right.
A patriot must always be ready to defend his country against his
government
Aetzaz Ahsan Found A Jin ...

Jin : Kia Hukm Hy Mere Aaqa ???

Aetzaz : Foran Judges Ko Bahaal Kerwao ... !!!

Jin : Aaqa Hukm Do , Chawalian Na Maro ... ;->
keh rahi hai awam ooonchi awaz mein bol bol k,
apna pol chchupa rahey hein doosroon k khol k,

aur naheen pard raha hai farq kissi ko b yahan,
Kissi main ko phenko k khali hein dhakney main hole k
aaj purani rahoon sey koi mujhe awaz na dey, dard mein doobey gheet na dey ghum ka sisakta saaz na dey,
(Zardari)
hum chord chaley hein mehfil ko yaad aaye kabhi to mat rona. (Nawaz Sharif)

socha tha pyar na karein ghey, hum na rice pe marein ghey.(Pervaiz)
Politics is the art of looking for trouble,
finding it whether it exists or not,
diagnosing it incorrectly,
and applying the wrong remedy.
Politics, it seems to me, for years, or all too long,
has been concerned with right or left instead of right or wrong.
Dil main he mere Dard-e-bhutto

"Dard-e-bhutto"
"Dard-e-bhutto"
Wo hasina wo nilam pari,,
hui thi wo election main khari,,
na jane kahan se goli chal pari,,
hamare lia ho gayi mushkil khari,,
Dil main hay mere
""Dard-e-Bhutto""
""Dard-e-Bhutto""
mustafee ho gaya yaro mush,
na kar paya kuch b bush,

jan chootey hai aik aamar sey,
kyun na hon Pakistani khush