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"Soo" refers to third person singular in Punjabi. (Used in Jatki/Shahpuri/WesternMajhi/Dhanni/Pothohari)
In all of Western Punjabi, either we say the entire "Soo" or shorten it as "Us"

1. Kii Naa'n Soo? (Kyaa Naam Hai Uska?)
2. Kar Dittaa Soo (Kar Diiya Hai Usnay)
3. Aakhyaa-Soo (Kahaa Usnay)
4. Mein Bateyraa Samjhaayaa-Hisoo (Mein Ne Boht Samjhaayaa Hai Usay)

Negative word for "Soo" is "Nisoo"
Jhang Punjabi Drama: "Dhammi KaDDHyas AaTaa Tey Ethaaii'n Rakkh ChaDDyaa Soo" (Subah-Sveyray Nikaalaa Hai Usnay AaTaa Our Yahee'n Par Rakkh Diiyaa Hai Usnay)
Sargodha Punjabi Reel: "Kay Hoyaa Soo?" (Kyaa Huuaa Hai Usay?)
Western Majhi: "Dil Tey Jaadoo Keetaa Soo" (Dil Par Jaadoo Kiiya Usnay)
Jhangochi Drama: "HuN KaNak Da RauLa BaNaa ChhaDDyaa Soo, KehRay De'ynh Tue'n Parnii Ke AavNaa Ae?" (Ab Gandum Ka Maslaa Banaa Diiya Hai Usney, Kis Din Tum Shaadi Karvaa Kar Aaogii?)
Punjabi Drama: "Kaalay Rang De BooT Paaye Hoye Soo" (Kaalay Rang Ke BooT Pehnay Huuay Hai'n Usnay)
Western Majhi: "Rabb JaaNay Kii Majboorii Soo" (K'hudaa Jaanay Uskii Kyaa Majboorii Hai)
Jhangochi Punjabi Drama: "Naalay AeDii Kaaii-Nhi LaRaaii Inhaa'n Dohvaa'n DIi Pata Nhi KeDaa Patthar Dil Ae, Ammaa'n Da BhaiN Vaastay Dil Ee Nisoo Aandaa" (Itni Bhi Nahi LaRaaii In Dono Kii / Pata Nhi Kitnaa Patthar Dil Hai Ammii Ka, Behan Ke Liiye Dil Hi Nahi Aataa Isay)
Same Drama: "Vichoo'n Dil Hisoo" (Andar Se Dil Kartaa Hai Iskaa)
Punjabi Comedy Drama: "Namoona! Eh Nisoo Aakhya Chaar Chhaliiyaa'n Chhil Lvaa'n Rann Naal Beh Ke" (Yey Nahi Kahaa Usnay Chaar Chhaliiyaa'n Chheel Loo'n Beevii Ke Saath BaiTH Kar)
Chakwali Punjabi: "Ali Naa'n-Us" (Ali Naam Hai Uskaa)
Chakwali Punjabi Funny guy: "Khabray Koi Tyfaaid Hoyis" (Shaaid Koi Typhoid Huua Hai Isay)

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Hi, please sorry for the long post but its my real story.
I was born in 1999 and hosh sambhala in around 2007. I am the biggest son of all ( aik chota bhai aur behan ) I was born in strict religious and یک family comprising of dadi-dada toxicity, chachy aur taye kay dolat ka flex although paisay main thoray buhut uper hi hon gay ( یک in the sense kay koi apnay waday ka pakka nahi, jhoot, tanay bazi, taunt on looks, actions opposite to what they say)
Father bachpan say earning main mathay hi they and things took bad turn in 2012-2014 stage. So we decided to took divorce then every fuckin rishtaydaar forced to not to take divorce( but from my childhood he used to beat my mom and they ignored it)
So my mother gathered her savings bought a simple house far from my dada house ( where my biological father used to live ) aur baad main ye sunany main aya kay dada nay wo ghar bech diya aur ab shayad mera biological baap shyad rent par rehta he idk, aur dada nay deen kay usoulon kay khilaf sab main uneven distribution ki, yet 5 waqat kay namzi aur har mahinay 3 din tableegi jamay main lagany walay.
What do you think guyz is this normal for anyone ??? I wanna know.
Note: this is my real story. I you guys what to know more about what happened after 2015 i will share that also. Thanks for reading.

bhai ye 31 s2 ki maths ka 99 percentile 35 marks par gya hai.
kuch bhi khass nhi hai paper me easily who have studied can get 60+ easily.
NTA behan ke land shi se exam karwana APRIL me

मुझे लगता है की ये मेरा अंत है इसीलिए मैंने जो भी लिखा है यहाँ छोड़ के जा रहा हूँ मुझे नहीं पता की आप लोग इसे padhenge या नहीं ये सब मेरा खुद का लिक्खा है बस अब आज से सब खतम
Koi bhi vada pura nhin kar paya main
Use paas bulane ka vada ho
Ya uske paas jane ka vada ho
Usse yaad rakhne ka vada ho ya
Dil se bhool jane ka vada ho
Raat se jaagne ka vada ho
Ya neend se so jane ka vada ho
Ishq se rone ka vada ho
Ya behan se muskurane ka vada
Jindagi se sambhalne ka vada ho ya
Thokron se gir jane ka vada
Yaaro se jeene ka vada ho ya
Khud se mar jane ka vada
Koi bhi vada pura nhi kar paya main
. . . . Vahi Ek Shaks
Vahi ek shaks hai jo dard deta hai
Vahi ek shaks rone bhi nhin deta
Vahi ek shaks hai jo khwabon me hai
Vahi ek shaks hai sone bhi nhin deta
Vahi ek shaks hai jo jindagi hai
Vahi ek shaks hai jine bhi nhin deta
Vahi ek shaks hai jo maikhane me bithaye hai
Vahi ek shaks peene bhi nhin deta
. . . .
Vo rahe kamre mein to badli cha jati hai
Aa jaye agar chajje par to bijliyan girati hai
Ek hum hi nhi uske aashiqon mein
Ye main nhi kehta uski saheliyan batati hain
. . . .
Hum vo log hain jo logon ko mastiyon me dekhte hain
Khuli baharo paak chashtiyon me dekhte hain
Hum vo log hain jo kabhi kinare par na pahunche
Hum dubate log hain logon ko kashtiyon me dekhte hain
. . . .
Subah uthate hi pehela khyal tera aata hai
Kya tujhme bhi koi hissa hai jo mera aata hai
Ye tujhse ishq ke baad hi najuk hua hoon main
Choone ka bhi jakhm gehera aata hai
. . . .
Ek shaks tha jo dil ki har baat mujhse batata tha
Bada hi najuk tha chhoti chhoti baton pr ro jata tha
Ye duniya use buri lagti thi
Vo bas mujhse hi najarein milata tha
Fir ek din khoon se range haath apne humne
Maine hi mara vo ladka jo aaine me muskurata tha
. . . .
वो मेरे पास रहे मेरे साथ रहे ,
मेरे हाथों मे उसका हाथ रहे,
वो करीब रहे मेरे इतने
मैं आँखे खोलूँ वो दिख जाये,
मैं chumu उसे वो गुलाब बने
मैं chulu उसे वो खिल जाये,
मैं चलूँ अकेले रस्ते पे
वो किसी मोड पे मुझसे मिल जाये,
मैं रोकू खुद को गिरने से
उसकी आखों मे देखूँ मेरा दिल जाये,
किसी गैर की मैं बात करूँ
मेरी बातों से वो चिढ़ जाये,
मैं सोचूं उसके बारे मे
मेरे khayalo से वो घिर जाये
मैं आंखे खोलूँ वो दिख जाये
. . . .
Humne mar ke hi is dard se mohlat paayi
Humne becha hai dard aur ye daulat paayi
To kya hua agar na laut ke Humari jindagi me fir vo aurat aayi
Mohabbat se mila tha dard aur yahi dard dikha ke humne mohabbat paayi
Uski yaadon ke gumnaam panne ek kitaab bane
Aur usne humse hi ye kitaab likhvayi
Humne mar ke hi is dard se mohlat paayi
. . . .
Humne shabdo mein gham likha
Humpar gham the hi nhin
Humne jakhmo ko namak se bharaa
Humpar marham the hi nhin
Use kaise bewafa likhte hum apni kahani
Uski kahani me hum kabhi the hi nhin
. . . .
Tum chahte ho use sochna chod diya jaye
Yani saans ko rok diyaa jaaye
Tum chahte ho uska jikr na ho kabhi
Matlab har baat ko rok diya jaaye
Tum chahte ho uske khaab na dekhen
Yani aankhon ko tok diya jaaye
. . . .
Ek khamoshi chillati hai mujhme
Main shant sa reheta hoon
Lakhon ki bheed hoon pr ekant sa reheta hoon
Chehre pr muskurahat hai khush bhi hoon
Thoda akela hoon pareshaan sa reheta hoon
. . . .
हर दिल लगाने वाले का तो यही फ़साना है
उसे तो मर जाना होता है
बड़ी जल्दी में रहता है वो हमेशा
हमारे घर से निकल कर जाने उसे कहाँ जाना होता है
हमारे साथ रहना मंजूर नही उसे शायद
वो आज ही निकल जाता है
जब भी उसे कल जाना होता है
एक पतंगे की तो बस इतनी इस कहानी है
दीपक के पास जाता है फिर उसे जल जाना होता है
. . . .
मेरी आँखों में ये आँसू क्यों
वो रकीब के घर गया है क्या
हमसे नजरे नही मिला रहा इतना डरा हुआ है
जो नहीं करना था वो भी कर गया है क्या
हमारी मौत पर इतना हंगामा क्यों
कोई अपना मर गया है क्या
. . . .
Kuch sawal kar gya chand dhalte dhalte
Kuch ke jawab Tu abhi de kuch dhundh lenge chalte chalte
Suna tha ke ishq me log abaad ho jate hain
Hum to barbaad ho gye tupr marte marte
Humari aankhon ke band hone tak to ruk jate
Khaan ja rhe ho chodkar yunhi jalte jalte
. . . .
Log ruk jate hain raahein chalti rehti hain
Apne ghar laut jate hain lashe jalti rehti hain.
Log nayi subah ki intezaar mein so jate hain
Aur khoobsurat shaamein dhalti rehti hain
. . . .
Main dariya hoon
dubota hoon to narm ya sakht bhool jata hoon
Tumhein yaad karta hoon to vakt bhool jata hoon
Yun to tumhari tarif mein likh saktaa hoon hazaaron kitaaben
Pr tumse baat karni ho to shabd bhool jata hoon
Jindagi kuch yoon guzari hai ki khuch bhula sakta nhin
Pr tumhein dekhta hoon to sab bhool jata hoon
. . . . Khud ko pannon mein utaar kar bhi kya mila
Vo to gairon ke sang ja mila
Mere saath chalne se kya kisi ko
Ye dariya shayad apna raastra bhatak gya hai
Jo mujhse aa mila
. . . .
Kyon ye aanchal odha hai
Kyon ye maang sindoori hai
Kyon pura ho gya tu
Abhi toh kuch panne khali hain
Kuch kahaaniyaan adhuri hain
. . . .
Tune hume jane se roka nhin
Jaan kya ye dhoka nhin
Haan main patthar dil
Mana main rota nhin
Lekin tujhe kandha dene se bhi
Kabhi toka nahin
Is baar jo jhagde to alag ho jayenge hum dono
Ye sard hawaye toofan hain
Koi jhoka nhin
. . . . .
Khud ko bhula baithe hain
tujhe khone se darne vale
Dane dane ko taras gaye
Tujhe mohabbat karne vale
Marte huye bhi tera chehra naseeb na hua
Ek teri aawaj se hi muskura diye marne vale
. . . . Rassi ke paas padi tasveer dekh ke thehar jata hoon main
Har roj chat par jata hoon aur laut aata hoon main
Roj maut ko kehta hoon kal aata hoon main
Jindagi bojh si lagne lagi hai har raat aaine me mar jata hoon main . . . . Vo jo akele baitha rehta tha yahaan
Vo to ghar gya kabka
Jise aap chhod ke gye the mere dost
Vo to mar gya kabka
. . . .
Gali me choron ki pad gyi killat , Chor sare sarkar me hain
Kishton me bik rha desh , Log khade bazar me hain
Vo ladka udaas kyun hai, Kyaa kisi ke pyaar me hai
Matlab jindagi khtm ho gai, Maut ke intezaar me hai
. . . . Padi rhi laash yun hi
Hame jalaya ya dafnaaya nhin gya
Rhe lawaris umr bhar
Kisi se apnaya nhin gya
Shehro shehar raakh kiye in haantho ne
Ek mitti ka ghar humse banaya nhin gya
. . . . Khud se khud ki dosti hai
Sub khamosh bane rehte hain
Teri aankhe behad pasand hain hame
Tere chehre diwaron pr roj bane rehte hain
Ishq karke bhi hume milega kya, Dard
Yaar kyun na hum bs dost bane rehte hain
. . . . Najar mat daal humare aankho ke aansu pr
Humari tanhai dekh, Ye sehra dekh
Najar mat daal humare surkh gaalo pr
Apni aankhe dekh, Unpr palko ka pehra dekh
Chal ghar kai najaare hain dikhane ko, Are nhin
Najar mat daal humare ungliyon k khoon pr
Mere ghar ki deevare dekh, Unpr apna chehra dekh . . . . Uske siva kisi aur ko khuda nhin kahaa
Rahe koso door pr use abhi juda nhin kahaa
Uske aane ki ummeed abhi bhi hai
Tabhi bichadte vakt alvida nhin kahaa
. . . . Sab rahe door humse hume pyar na de
Jo kar na sake pure to jhoothe ikraar na de
Ye khamoshi cheekhti hai mere kaano me
Ye akelaapan tujhe maar na de . . . . Mana tujhse lakh shikayat hai
Mana tujhe dil dukhane ki aadat hai
Mana tujhse ishq me ajiyat hai
Koi aur chehra kyun dekhe hum
Hum bs tujhse mohabbat hai
. . . . In day you are the sun that bathes me with warmth In night you are the moon that dulls the light of thousand suns In day you are the warm breeze that melts my heart In night you are the dizziness that hugs me tightly In summer you are the tree that cools me down In winter you are fire that makes me warm In rain you are the first drop that soothes on the ground In fall you are the new leaves on the tree So who are you Do I love you Yes of course I do But my love for you has crossed the humans For me you are the light of my eyes Tone to my ears And voice that I want to hear before I sleep Now that I see myself in the mirror I don't see my reflection you have become me. . . . . Shehar ki chakaa chaundh me akela hoon main
Sabne hi thukra diya mujhe
Aye maut shayad tera hoon main
. . . .
Koi aur hai uski aankhon me ab
Maikhane me baith ke sharab koi aur pi rha hai,
Jo jindagi bitani chahi thi uske sath
Humara ye khaab koi aur ji rha hai,
Koi aur pakad rha hai uske hath
Vo kisi aur ka naam le rha hai,
Koi aur uski hansi pr ab marta hai
Koi aur ab un hoto se jaam le rha hai,
Use ab kisi aur ki fikr rehti hai
Koi aur hai jo uske chehre se shaam le rha hai,
. . . .
कभी किसी खुशी ने दरवाजा ना खटखटाया,
सारी उम्र गम मे सना रहा हूँ मैं
तुझसे बिछड़ के कैसा हूँ?
बस आसू कमा रहा हूँ मैं
ख्वाहिशें कब की मर चुकी,
हर रोज खुद को जीने के लिए मना रहा हूँ मैं,
कहीं फिर ना तू दिल में दे दस्तक,
धुएं की दिवार बना रहा हूँ मैं
. . . .
The Last Ciggarette
Ye meri aakhiri ciggerate hai ab nhin piyunga
Ye meraa aakhiri din ahi ab nhin jiyunga
Har raat jalti rahi cigarette ho ya jindagi
Kalam uthayi to pannon par aag likha
Maine jo bhi sach likha tere baad likha
Ye meri aakhiri kavita hai ab main nhin likhunga
Ye raat sambhal lo ye shaam rok lo
Mujhe jitna dekhna hai mere chahne valon dekh lo
Main kal se nhin dikhunga
Janta tha anjaam hai raakh hona fir bhi
Ciggerate ho ya jindagi jalani padi
Par ab khtm hone ko hain dono
Shayd ab main so paunga
Socha tha ke sath lekar jaunga sari raten
Pr kisi ne pucha to batani padi sab baten
Chalo ab ye kissa yahin khtm krta hoon kyun ki Ye meri aakhiri ciggerate hai
नाम: shashank

Kuch vade jo main pure nhin kar paaya
Koi bhi vada pura nhin kar paya main
Use paas bulane ka vada ho Ya uske paas jane ka vada ho
Usse yaad rakhne ka vada ho ya Dil se bhool jane ka vada ho
Raat se jaagne ka vada ho Ya neend se so jane ka vada ho
Ishq se rone ka vada ho Ya behan se muskurane ka vada
Jindagi se sambhalne ka vada ho ya Thokron se gir jane ka vada
Yaaro se jeene ka vada ho ya Khud se mar jane ka vada
Koi bhi vada pura nhi kar paya main

“In the city of Dreams Mumbai, Karishma (name changed to stay anonymous for safety reasons) came with aspiratrion. she started her journey in world of modelling & film industry. At the age of 22, Karishma's career was beginning to explore Lokhandwala strugglers community to seize every opportunity that came her way.
One such opportunity came after 8 months of doing small projects around the city when Karishma was approached by Mr. Poet from an Insurance Company looking for fresh talent for modelling. She got excited by the prospect of working with a big company.
This is the story in her own words with actual recounts of her traumatized experience with above company.
I threw myself into this work, and not so later met the person in charge, I don’t want to name him but we can call him Mr Poet, a charming yet manipulative gentleman in his fifties I guess like my father's age. At first, Mr. Poet seemed like a supportive mentor, offering guidance and praise for my talent. However, as time went on, his behaviour took a sinister turn.
Mr. Poet started sending messages to me like he had become a big fan of my modelling work. There was no communication filter any time he would send on WhatsApp from different numbers, He was smart to keep business conversation on one number and non professional on another.
Initial conversations were just praises how much he admired me and after a few weeks he told me that he has a secret to share with me. He told me that he knew me before I had started working for him.
He mentioned he used to watch me near Lokhandwala back road cafés and dreamed making me a big Model in the industry. This was his only dream he said. He eventually offered me many projects and limelight of media which I later believed he was actually paying to get closer to me . Mr. Poet was following me around the city. Surprised ?
He knew all my Bio-data, had influenced my Gym manager to share my personal details. He told me he had some kind of data base of women he wanted to make big stars, super models, female nutritionists, and female entrepreneurs on some backup drive. He was also following social media of my close friends, my sister and sister's friends her daughters and anyone close to me.
He was grooming me like a child, promising and insisting on how much he will improve my career ,manage my social media, portfolio shooting with his camera team, he often sent me very personalized gifts or for anyone around my friend circle. He always made payments for my work in cash keeping it secret separate from company. However he felt like he was always okay to support as a mentor or today if I feel he was a “crazy psycho pedophile”.
Social media account was mostly fake & paid money for follower’s likes and comments. His own company's social or corporate accounts didnt had any direction or awareness. Yet his promise to make me a star was a big or very bad dream to wonder about.
“ May muflis insaan hu, Life me bohat akelapan hai” bholi si surat hai teri’’
Few months of doing modeling and event projects for him he told me he has big plans for my career and will invest to make me a super model which at the end were lies and a pattern to stay close to him.
Suddenly told me that he was in love with me and I am like a goddess to him, He knew I was engaged. My fiancé lived in other city, in a 7-year-long relationship. Mr. Poet was married with kids seemed like a normal family, I thought he is joking & not serious about what he was writing so I kept on ignoring his behavior.
Gradually I started living is fear what if my fiancé or my family saw his WhatsApp messages. I used to delete or keep the phone on silent mode . One day my fiancé accidently read and he felt like I was cheating on him.
Once Mr. Poet asked me to visit Pune for some company’s event, he said he will book my hotel stay. I feel lucky today I didn’t go as I was busy with another project,
I remember we were sitting in a café and his staff (Mr. Jaanbaz name changed) called him about and he scolded him very much. When I asked what happened he said “ wo Mad**Ch*d 2 or 3 lac cash delay kara diya yummy mummy Ka, and koi sir saath me tha madamji ke” i heard this on phone.
Another incident he sent me to an event in Delhi and book my flights and hotel arrangements too. After the event he was drunk and started talking about his lonely boloney life and put his hand on my shoulder, he insisted to go to the hotel room to discuss more business opportunities. I got very scared and made an excuse to visit my family in Noida and left.
After this incident, i never went back to work for him. He kept apologizing and went on like old radio non-stop. Insisted that some media agency will deal with me. I have had enough by that time. The feeling of dependency on him had made me a weak person,scared and alone.
My career seemed to had ended with no hope and no one to talk to after years of persistent mental torture.
Because of my ambitious nature, he was able to take advantage of me, steal my happiness, my friends, and my family. I should have realized when I think back what happened. My friends had raised alarms to me what happens in media world and film industry but I never listened to them , I always though they are jesalous of my success.
I never said No to him, never asked him to stop sending very personal long texts in a professional relationship, it was always just Yes Sir.
I never dismissed it as it first seemed harmless, friendly praises in the struggler industry seem ok to come through. You Imagine that he has not physically touched you but he has touched me in his mind long before he tried to put his hands on my body, he has felt me or on my sister's daughter jerking-off in his filthy mind.
I know 2 models who have recounted the same story before covid 19 or even today he must be preying & fooling someone else with same lies and habitual targeting, verbal harresment pattern, how he molds your life choices, using his power of money and political connections to influence decision-making capability, cuts off your friends, follows you around kyu ki inki“ Life me bohat akelapan hai’’.
I behaved very naïvely. One can admit their mistake too but it is Mr. Poet to blame, Even before you had met him he already knew how to handle & and manipulate your actions and emotions. Everything looked real but it’s all fake glitter he makes one believe with some money.
I have heard him talking to his son in such vulgar language like a typical abusive person “Ma*, Behan* when he gets drunk”.
You may think my experience with Mr. Poet was not that horrid, like other women in #Metoo. He didn’t explicitly try and force sex on me. But, i realize that psychologically, he still mentally had his hands and mouth around me.
So, every time he made a “Yes I’m a fan or a flirt or just being a friendly joke, you’re just so stunning” comment was very unprofessional. I never shut it down. I would laugh it off… and hope for the best. Because the difference between saying “BACK THE FUCK OFF, Bhaiya.” and, “Ha ha, Yes sir’ !” is a matter of safety for women. We stay silent that is the big mistake

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Mere Nani reader hain. Woh kabhi school nahi gaye. Toh unko unki chhoti behan ne padhna sikhaya tha.
Hum dono debate karte hain. Main apni Nani ki seva bohot karti hoon, unki dekhbhal karti. Lekin argument bhi karti hoon unse. She's 80 something.
Hum logon ki debate har baat pe hoti nahi. Par ek baat pe debate ho jati hai. Jis baat pe debate reddit pe bhi hoti hai. Men vs women wali debate.
Toh mere Nani mostly men ki side lete Hain aur main women ki side leti hoon. Main tab hi women ki side leti hoon jab woh sahi hon. Aise hi nahi.
Toh mere Nani bol rahe the Aaj kal toh women. Apne husband pe cheat karte hain aur dowry ka case kar dete hain.
Toh Maine Mera monologue shuru kiya.
Aap jante hain. Is mein galti kiski hai?
Galti parents ki hai. Ek parent jab unka beta ya beti bade ho jate hain toh unse umeed karte hain ki woh ghar saari responsibility nibhayen kyunki woh ab bachhe nahi hain, ek adult ho chuke Hain. Ghar ka beta ya beti Ghar ki saari responsibility utha te hain. Kama ke dete hain, parents ki seva karte hain, Ghar chalate Hain. Par jab khud ke important life decisions lene ki baat aati hai toh unke parents unko bachhe ki tarah treat karte hain. Aur unke important life decisions khud lete hain. Especially woh kis se shaadi karenge.
Ek toh zyadatar logon mein himmat nahi hoti, apne parents ko batane ki, ki woh kisi se pyaar karte hain. Aur bata bhi diya toh parents accept nahi karte. Aur emotional blackmail kar ke kahin aur shaadi karva dete hain. Jab unke Dil mein koi aur hai toh kis aur ke saath kaise khush reh sakte hain.
Women ke saath Aisa men se zyada hota hai ki unki shaadi unki marzi ke khilaf unke na pasand ladke se karvaya jata hai. Toh jis admi se woh man se shaadi nahi kar rahe toh woh kaise khush rahenge aur dusre ko khush rakhenge?
Agar parents responsibility dete hain toh unhe authority bhi deni chahiye. Bina haq ke zimmedari sirf ek bojh hai. Jo India ke generations ke generations dho te ja rahe hain.
Unpad ho ya padhe likhe sab parents. Ek jaise hain. Kisi ko samjhna nahi.
Nani said, you are right.

Ham Pakistanio ko truck ki batti ke peeche lagne ka bohot shoq hai, they want someone to tell them what to do with thier life, and they expect that to work for them flawlessly.
Phele logou ko doctor engineer aur accountant ka kaha jata tha isme bohot scope hai, bohot paisa hai. Aur hamari awaam bagair sochay samjhe ya ye dekh ke isme interest hai unka uss field mei ghus jaati thi
Aur phir isse hota ye hai ke job market gets over saturated and employers give shitty salaries. Aur phir berozgaari ke RR karti hai awaam.
Aur ab nayi batti jiske peeche awaam ko lagaya hua hai is digital marketing, graphic design and other skilled based work ke isme paisa bohot hai. Thanks to so called gurus like hisham sarwar and azad chaiwala.
Aur iska end result ye hai ke har ek ghar chor ke ek digital marketer nikal raha hai, jaha pathar uthao waha se ek graphic designer nikal raha hai.
Aur isse hou kya rahay hai ke ye jahil awaam market kharab kar rahi hai by charging extremely low rates because they are so desperate for money.
Pakistani freelancers Facebook group is the prime example for that, jaha people are ready to do graphic work for literal 100 rupay. Aur isse phir hota ye hai ke client ki expectation ye hoti hai ke 100 rupay mei falana banda karke de raha hai mei apko 15k kyu doon logo ke?
I HATE HISHAM SARWAR AND AZAD CHAIWALA FOR THIS! MARKET KI MAA BEHAN KARDI HAI INHO NE AWAAM KO KHUWAB DIKHA KE
BHAI CHOOSE WHAT YOU ARE INTO! PAISA HAR FIELD MEI HAI IF YOU DO IT RIGHT!
People really need to understand ke they should do something that genuinely interests them and they like and try to capitalize on it as much as they can instead of jumping on the bandwagon cos some random YouTube guru said so.
Am so damn tired of this shit, the field of graphic designing is already saturated thanks to these YT gurus and I feel like digital marketing would meet the same fate in the near future.
Ik that mulk ke halaat theek nahi hai, everyone is trying to pay the bills, magar ap ek short term gain ke liye doosro ke liye long term mei industry barbaad kar rahay hou.
That's it, end of my rant.