The photographer for a national magazine was assigned to get
photos of a huge forest fire. Smoke at the scene was too
thick to get any good shots, so he frantically called his
home office to hire a plane. “It will be waiting for you at
the airport!” he was assured by his editor.
As soon as he got to the small, rural airport, sure enough,
a plane was warming up near the runway. He jumped in with
his equipment and yelled, “Let’s go! Let’s go!” The pilot
swung the plane into the wind and soon they were in the air.
“Fly over the north side of the fire,” said the photographer,
“and make three or four low level passes.”
“Why?” asked the pilot.
“Because I’m going to take pictures! I’m a photographer, and
photographers take pictures!”
After a long pause the pilot said, “You mean you’re not the
instructor?”
muhabatein theen kabhi apne dermian kitni…
bicha gaye hai anna hum mein doorian kitni…
abhi to toota hai dil hi teri judai mein…
girein gi hum pe abhi aur bijlian kitni…
"Live like there is no tomorrow, laugh like you are unaware of crying, smile in a way that makes people happy, yet die like you never eXisted" -eX_UndercoveR