Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Only once have I been made mute. It was when a man asked me,” Who are you?”
When God threw me, a pebble, into this wondrous lake I disturbed its surface with countless circles. But when I reached the depths I became very still.
The significance of man is not what he attains, but rather in what he longs to attain.
Half of what I say is meaningless; but I say it so that other half may reach you.
A truth is to be known always, to be uttered sometimes.
A madman is not less a musician than you or myself; only the instrument on which he plays is a little out of tune.
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
The difference between the richest man and the poorest is but a day of hunger and an hour of thirst.
Only an idiot and a genius break man-made laws; and they are the nearest to the heart of God.
The silence of the envious is too noisy.
Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need.
Turtles can tell more about the roads than hares.
You may forget the one with whom you have laughed. But never the one with whom you have wept.
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers.
*Excerpted by the Book 'MadMan', authored by Khalil Gibran
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
seer is the seen
I just passed near the famous Durga temple known more as Durga-Kund. There was a great rush of devotee as usual. There were two queues of the beggars at the two side of the gate of temple. Their eyes were restlessly watching with convincing dismay. Many people were familiar with their good acting and few were exception. At every second, I could see how tempo drivers were bowing his head, murmuring Jai Mata Di. I wonder if those are the man who beat his wives and humiliate their mothers.
As I reached Assi Ghat, it had become somewhat dark, earlier because of dark clouds. One can easily find a fair number of foreigners near the Ghat, enjoying the pious, calm and mystical feeling, sprouting from the river Ganges. Some foreigners were clad in Indian traditional dress Dhoti-Kurta with twisted long hairs and a large red tilak on their foreheads. People were gathered around the shops selling spicy chats, roasted mazes and special-tea. I saw some couples, expressing their love in the cool and peaceful ambiance of Ganges, after anyhow getting a private place. As to respect their privacy I only spotted them for a second and moved forward.
I watched; I enjoyed; I contemplated. Now it was time to return. I reached beside the Manas Mandir and ordered a Lassi. First I smelled the lassi; let its coolness, sweetness to flow through nostrils to mind and then to my stomach which stimulated my craving of taking it to my dried mouth. In a second it was finished and finally with refreshing footsteps, I walked towards my home.
*photos are subjeted to copyright.
Monday, July 27, 2009
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Saturday, July 18, 2009
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Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
When I see in the infinite sky
I see the white and black clouds
Giving a finite picture
Of everything one remember
Is it God’s art?
Painting in the ecstasy
Touching, relishing through the drops
Of rain and letting us to feel
The dance, the song of existence
And the love and gratefulness
Without any prejudice or injustice
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009