Target 2019 - Daily Targets

_k_

4hrs hua h subha se. Kya kya rang dikhati h kbi kbi zindagi . Ek mann krta h k bas books utha k fenk du.. life ka sabse tough time chalra h.... bas family ki health sahi chaiye aur kuch ni , baaki sab i can handle on my own.

Iss waqt give up b ni he kia ja sakta. Bht crucial attempt hai. Ghar sambhaalna mushkil ni h par ek family member ko iss haal me dekhna sabse mushkil h...

4 hrs aur krna h abhi...

"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm is all about.”

sss123

I should probably leave now. Too much to handle .

I think you are stressing too much regarding calculation of study hours

Full_of_Life

4hrs hua h subha se. Kya kya rang dikhati h kbi kbi zindagi . Ek mann krta h k bas books utha k fenk du.. life ka sabse tough time chalra h.... bas family ki health sahi chaiye aur kuch ni , baaki sab i can handle on my own.

Iss waqt give up b ni he kia ja sakta. Bht crucial attempt hai. Ghar sambhaalna mushkil ni h par ek family member ko iss haal me dekhna sabse mushkil h...

4 hrs aur krna h abhi...

"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm is all about.”

I found it so so beautiful that i read it twice. Thanks a lot 4 writing so elaborately 4 me. This is exactly what i needed at this pt of tym. Thanks a lot .

Full_of_Life

I should probably leave now. Too much to handle .

I think you are stressing too much regarding calculation of study hours

Not really stressing about hrs , there's a lot of other stuff that is stressing me out. M fine now .

This thread is making me more productive to be honest. Btw thanks a lot 4 ur concern , it means a lot 2 me.

sss123

I should probably leave now. Too much to handle .

I think you are stressing too much regarding calculation of study hours

Not really stressing about hrs , there's a lot of other stuff that is stressing me out. M fine now .

This thread is making me more productive to be honest. Btw thanks a lot 4 ur concern , it means a lot 2 me.

Full_of_Life

I should probably leave now. Too much to handle .

I think you are stressing too much regarding calculation of study hours

Not really stressing about hrs , there's a lot of other stuff that is stressing me out. M fine now .

This thread is making me more productive to be honest. Btw thanks a lot 4 ur concern , it means a lot 2 me.

ExpectoPatronum

4hrs hua h subha se. Kya kya rang dikhati h kbi kbi zindagi . Ek mann krta h k bas books utha k fenk du.. life ka sabse tough time chalra h.... bas family ki health sahi chaiye aur kuch ni , baaki sab i can handle on my own.

Iss waqt give up b ni he kia ja sakta. Bht crucial attempt hai. Ghar sambhaalna mushkil ni h par ek family member ko iss haal me dekhna sabse mushkil h...

4 hrs aur krna h abhi...

"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm is all about.”

I found it so so beautiful that i read it twice. Thanks a lot 4 writing so elaborately 4 me. This is exactly what i needed at this pt of tym. Thanks a lot .

That is Haruki Murakami's quote from Kafka on the Shore

Full_of_Life

4hrs hua h subha se. Kya kya rang dikhati h kbi kbi zindagi . Ek mann krta h k bas books utha k fenk du.. life ka sabse tough time chalra h.... bas family ki health sahi chaiye aur kuch ni , baaki sab i can handle on my own.

Iss waqt give up b ni he kia ja sakta. Bht crucial attempt hai. Ghar sambhaalna mushkil ni h par ek family member ko iss haal me dekhna sabse mushkil h...

4 hrs aur krna h abhi...

"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm is all about.”

I found it so so beautiful that i read it twice. Thanks a lot 4 writing so elaborately 4 me. This is exactly what i needed at this pt of tym. Thanks a lot .

That is Haruki Murakami's quote from Kafka on the Shore

never heard of him before loved his quote .

_k_

4hrs hua h subha se. Kya kya rang dikhati h kbi kbi zindagi . Ek mann krta h k bas books utha k fenk du.. life ka sabse tough time chalra h.... bas family ki health sahi chaiye aur kuch ni , baaki sab i can handle on my own.

Iss waqt give up b ni he kia ja sakta. Bht crucial attempt hai. Ghar sambhaalna mushkil ni h par ek family member ko iss haal me dekhna sabse mushkil h...

4 hrs aur krna h abhi...

"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm is all about.”

I found it so so beautiful that i read it twice. Thanks a lot 4 writing so elaborately 4 me. This is exactly what i needed at this pt of tym. Thanks a lot .

That is Haruki Murakami's quote from Kafka on the Shore

NewArrival

4hrs hua h subha se. Kya kya rang dikhati h kbi kbi zindagi . Ek mann krta h k bas books utha k fenk du.. life ka sabse tough time chalra h.... bas family ki health sahi chaiye aur kuch ni , baaki sab i can handle on my own.

Iss waqt give up b ni he kia ja sakta. Bht crucial attempt hai. Ghar sambhaalna mushkil ni h par ek family member ko iss haal me dekhna sabse mushkil h...

4 hrs aur krna h abhi...

Us ek family member ke liye agar kuch effective kar nahin sakte toh ignore karo bhai usko filhal. Padhayi pe dhyan do. Ek baar succeed hone ke baad bahot time milega better tareeke se sabke liye kuch karne ka. Filhal besharam ban ke avoid karo yeh sab.

Baad mein khud ko maaf kar lena is besharmi ke liye because forgiveness is liberating.