Criminal Trident Pack: IPC, CrPC and IEA by Sr. Adv. G.S Shukla and Adv. Raghav Arora
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Gundlapallis (Advocate)     17 November 2009

Know the details well before you advice/express

A man who smelled like a distillery flopped on a subway seat next to a priest.

The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with red
lipstick, and a half empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his
torn coat pocket.

He opened his newspaper and began reading. After a few minutes the disheveled guy turned to the priest and asked,

"Say, Father, what causes arthritis?"

"Mister, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked
women, too much alcohol and a contempt for your fellow man."

"Well, I'll be damned," the drunk muttered, returning to his
paper.

The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized.

"I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to come on so strong. How long
have you had arthritis?"

"I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope
does."
 



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Suchitra. S (Advocate)     17 November 2009

Very true. People are judged instantly by the way they look.. .. 

R.K.SUNDERRAJ (LAWYER HUBLI,KARNATAKA)     07 December 2009

Generally it is the opinion of the perople at large,Those who are looking simple-but work hard are less recognised and accepted, The persons who have acheived name and fame and are sitting in A/C. chambers are very quickely believed and relied upon.

Daksh (Student)     11 December 2009

 

I am neither ego nor reason,
I am neither mind nor thought,
I cannot be heard nor cast into words, nor by smell nor sight ever caught:
In light and wind I am not found, nor yet in earth and sky-
Consciousness and joy incarnate, Bliss of the Blissful am I.

I have no name, I have no life,
I breathe no vital air,
No elements have moulded me, no bodily sheath is my lair:
I have no speech, no hands and feet, nor means of evolution-
Consciousness and joy I am, and Bliss in dissolution.

I cast aside hatred and passion,
I conquered delusion and greed;
No touch of pride caressed me,
so envy never did breed:
Beyond all faiths, past reach of wealth, past freedom, past desire,
Consciousness & joy I am, and Bliss is my attire.

Virtue and vice, or pleasure and pain are not my heritage,
Nor sacred texts, nor offerings, nor prayer, nor pilgrimage:
I am neither food, nor eating, nor yet the eater am I-
Consciousness and joy incarnate, Bliss of the Blissful I am.

I have no misgiving of death, no chasms of race divide me,
No parent ever called me child, no bond of birth ever tied me:
I am neither disciple nor master,
I have no kin, no friend-
Consciousness and joy I am, and merging in Bliss is my end.

Neither knowable, knowledge, nor knower am I, formless is my form,
I dwell within the senses but they are not my home:
Ever serenely balanced, I am neither free nor bound-
Consciousness and joy I am, and Bliss is where I am found.

I am not the doer, nor the deed
I am not this body, this mind, nor the thoughts
I am joy, I exist everywhere I am Space I am bliss
I am what I am

Regards

Daksh


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