Pebbles...

My right to live and die..My right to laugh and cry.. My right to go leave .My right to stay My right to solitude..My right to attitude.. My right to water..my right to food.. My right to be sad ..My right to be bad.. My right to be mature..my right to be a lad.. My right to love..my right to hate.. My right to wake up early ..My right to stay late.. My right to write..My right to fight.. My right to blindness ..My right to sight.. My right to live and die..My right to laugh and cry.. My right to go leave .My right to stay

"raahi manwa dukh ki chinta kyun sataati hai..dukh to apna saathi hai.. sukh hai chaon dhalti aati hai jaati hai..dukh to apna saathi hai " I have almost got used to starting every conversation with the disclaimer that "this is my personal opinion and I have a gut feeling that you might diagree..but hear me out "..So I will use the same disclaimer in this piece . The genesis of this thought is something illogical and totally whimsical like /love on my part for old hindi songs. That would not have been as funny if it was not for the fact that most of the songs I like are the so called "sad songs" of Rafi. Now ,once as I was humming a particuarly tragic song ...one of my freinds interefered with my line of intoxication and butted in"these sad songs depress you..You should listen to happy songs..hapiness is much nobler feeling than sadness"!! All the three canons of her(sad songs make you depressed, you should listen to happy songs, hapiness is a no...