There are documents on polluton controlling measures over the internet (of course , they can be obtained only by those who want to know a solution for the crisis , thatr too by entering a code to come into confidence with the matter.)there are ways for decresin the pollution . If saints agree, there are ways for experementing nuclear wepons if presidents agree.The sceintists of all countries will get a magnificient oppurtunity .They could do the experiments in outer space and leave the debris of it into the space or deposit it on the moon.Now when the sceintists see it and the whole world see it what would happen-the thought left him in dreams of frustration.The saint gave him medicine for immunity and her and her brother medicine to cure cancer.....wheather it would work or not....dreams of frustration ...if his works were valued or not...dreams of frustration.
One day he thought he heared some one reading a news paper.In the U.N.O meeting of all the nations ,it was decided to conduct all the experiments in outer space.He knew that he was in fiasco but he felt it a more sweet dream.Yes,what more canb he become other than a cynic.Wearing a smile at your milkman on your way shows you have no time to talk now. The reminiscences of his childhood and dreams paralysed his mind and soul.He dreamt that when he was on the desert he was kidnapped by laden body gaurds and taken to his secret pace.Some of them enjoyed singing and dancing .The woman in yash-mask where laden was taking asylum were dancing to the singing of a group of men. he was locked and buried inside a dark room.
Let us call ourselfs as the demanding men We have got to prove this where nothing else,nothing else pays Let us shape ourself as the most demanding men In this world where nothing else pays so wage a religious war Clap ye clap ye rap ye hip hip hurray Laugh ye laugh ye at the jokes of murray On the roof over the attick nonfool proof In the loop loops & corners of hidges ,hings Let us call ourselves as the most demanding men Fire us, bite us ,warn us, horn us You can never get us.you can never kill us. You can never end us. So,let us call ourself as the most demanding men We love to listen to music of bullets We love to see & smell the ouders of men omlets. Grill us kill us you can never change us You dont believe i was made a nightmare of dreamers. I got know two words charecter & destiny I had not got to know their usage & utility. For god sake a rave or brain wave had made me to live a sadist In course i was looked upon as a misanthropist & hooliganistic cynic. Tell me how an i bear it. Suddenly it appears as though a soft natured but angered person has entered the room where dancing was taking place. "allah!hum ko maph kar" They repeated his words. "allah ke kahne par, hum yaha fiyadeen bankar jihad par hai. vun satanom ke nagayees gano ko sunane keliye naki. angreji basti me tho na hi hai na?"patanjali hears the words in some what low tone.it appeared to him as though he was a moderate amoung them. "allah ke darthi se angreji kuttom ko unki desh jane thak , kashmir pakisatan ke hone thak, Palestina ke hamara bhayio suk se so pane that, hum ko koi chain nahi, ye jihad rukega nahein" "yailahi illalla.......mohammadalla........"
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