Just like that..

She asked
Why did you come to college early, we dont have 1st lecture today.
I replied, Just like that
Why doesn't she understand, That it is coz i wanted to see her early morning.

She asked
Why didnt you have your breakfast at home?
I replied, Just like that
Why doesn't She understand, That i wanted to have the 1st meal of the day with her.

She asked
Today your friends wont be coming to college, then why did you come?
I replied, Just like that
Why doesn't She understand, That I came to meet her and not my friends.

She asked
Why didnt you attend the lectures today?
I replied ,Just like that
Why doesn't She understand, That it is coz she wasnt attending classes either.

She asked
Why didnt you have lunch with everyone?
I replied, Just like that
Why doesn't he understand,That i was waiting for her.

She asked
Why do you have to go home late?
I replied,Just like that
Why doesn't She understand, That i want to spend some time with her.

She asked
Why didnt u even board the third bus?
I replied, Just like that
Why doesn't She understand, I dont need the buses but i need her.

She asked
Why didnt you study during the preparatory leaves?
I replied,Just like that
Why doesn't She understand,I was burried deep in her thoughts.

She asked
Why arent you going out with your friends after the end of exams?
I replied, Just like that
Why doesn't She understand,That without her everything seems dull to me.

She asked
Why aren't you going home in vacations?
I replied, Just like that
Why doesnt She understand,That It is coz She is here.

Ode to the best(est) friends.........

The day I met you
I found a friend -
And a friendship that
I pray will never end.

Your smile - so sweet
And so bright -
Kept me going
When day was as dark as night.

You never ever judged me,
You understood my sorrow.
Then you told me it needn't be that way
And gave me the hope of a better tomorrow.

You were always there for me,
I knew I could count on you.
You gave me advice and encouragement
Whenever I didn't know what to do.

You helped me learn to love myself
You made life seem so good.
You said I can do anything I put my mind to
And suddenly I knew I could.

There were times when we didn't see eye to eye
And there were days when both of us cried.
But even so we made it through:
Our friendship hasn't yet died.

Circumstances have pulled us apart,
We are separated by many miles.
Truly, the only thing that keeps me going
Is my treasured memory of your smile.

This friendship we share
Is so precious to me,
I hope it grows and flourishes
And lasts unto infinity.

You are so extra-special to me
And so this to you I really must tell:
You are my one true friend,
My Guardian Angel.

Our friendship is one-in-a-million
So let's hold on to it and each other.
We cannot let this chance of pure bliss fly away
For there will never be another.

I love you.
I will always love you.

Never try to trick me with a kiss

Never try to trick me with a kiss
Pretending that the birds are here to stay;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

A stone can masquerade where no heart is
And virgins rise where lustful Venus lay:
Never try to trick me with a kiss.

Our noble doctor claims the pain is his,
While stricken patients let him have his say;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

Each virile bachelor dreads paralysis,
The old maid in the gable cries all day:
Never try to trick me with a kiss.

The suave eternal serpents promise bliss
To mortal children longing to be gay;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

Sooner or later something goes amiss;
The singing birds pack up and fly away;
So never try to trick me with a kiss:
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

True Friends..

You think about them frequently, but you don`t talk to them frequently.you pray for their well beings, and you carve to meet them,but not brave enough to pick up the phone or shoot an email for chat!! Have you ever wondered who your true friends are? when I look back years, my true friends are the ones with whom i have had the least amount of communication in the recent past we got so busy with our daily schedules and life took its own course. i do not even have any contacts with this friend.i have not been hold enough to haunt for a contact number/ email address & get back in touch with this friend. But,the truth fullness of our friendship remains the same. its the same case with even some of my other true friend. limited communication with unlimited thinking about them whenever your memories rewind to the past. As you get older & older, you realize that it is hard to build true friendship with all kinds of open communication,you reply back on your good- old network to renew your communication. i know that if one day we get together after several years, there is just so much to catch- up & so much to talk.And, we realize that lot's has changed in each other's lives during the long gap .you end up cherishing the minimal communication for serveral years in expectation of that one moment to catch- up. "Friendship is measured in quality, not in quantity friends are nothing we collect, but people we share our life with" and "where understanding is found, that's where you find your friends".

Words Worth..

When you are sorrowful
Look again in your heart
And you shall see that in
truth you are weeping
for that which has
been your delight.
Kahlil Gibran
♦
A penny will hide the
biggest star in the
Universe if you hold it
close enough to your eye.
Samuel Grafton
♦
I know what I have
given you. I do not know
what you have received.
Antonio Porchia
♦
I thank Thee first
because I was never
robbed before; second,
because although they
took my purse they did
not take my life; third,
because although they
| took my all, it was not
much; and fourth,
because it was I who
was robbed, and not
I who robbed.

Does winning really matters..

Have you ever heard this? 'It isn't whether you win or lose. It is how you play the game.' I am sure you have. But do you know who said it? Some guy who came in second! You see, I have a problem with that statement. It pre­supposes, or at least strongly suggests, that winning and playing the game right are mutually exclusive propositions. Perhaps we ought to have this as our goal as we pursue success: We want to win, while playing the game right! I totally disagree with the statement that we should win at all costs. Instead, we should do everything good that we can to win at this game we call life. And we ought also do all that we can to help others win.
With all of that here are some thoughts on being in the game to win!
Any game worth playing is a game worth pursuing a win in. If I get into a game, I play to win. What no­bility is there is playing like a slacker? What virtue is purposeful mediocrity? None! I live my life to be a winner Spiritually, financially, physically, emotional­ly, rationally — every area of my life! If it is worth do­ing, it is worth playing for the win!
It is good to win. We live in an age now where peo­ple have reacted to sore winners by saying that we shouldn't strive for winning. Many of our schools have abandoned the idea of competition, and our ed­ucational scores show that. Kudos to all of the teach­ers out there who still tell their kids that they can be winners! It is good and noble to win! It is something to strive for. It is good to push ourselves, to stretch and reach for victory. It is a grand thing to want to win!
There doesn't have to be a loser in life. Yes, in teamed competition, there are always losers (but more on that in a bit), but in life, you can all win! We can all strive for the best and give it our all to win. Winners are the ones who move families, businesses, organisations, cities and countries ahead. Winners are the ones who push progress. You don't think that couch potato is the one who will cure cancer or open up the next great technology do you? No it will be a person who has chosen to be a winner!
Losing can mean winning. Just because your score in a game or contest is the least at the end of the game"doesn't mean all is lost. You can still be a win­ner in that you gave it your all, you competed at your highest level, you learned new skills and strategies, and you became a better player and person. That is winning in my book!

Winners help others win. That is right, good people, people who pursue winning by excellence, are also people who
stop to help others so that they, too, can enjoy the spoils of victory. Pursue the win, but help others achieve all that they can as well! Winners make everyone better. When I get into athlet­ic matches I want to play against the best. Yes, I may come up short in the score, but I will be better because that winner will make me grow in every area of my game!
Winners stretch the losers so they can become win­ners too!

Questions for re­flection:
Ø Are you afraid of winning?
Ø Do you think it is wrong to win?
Ø Are you living each area of your life as though you are a win­ner?
Ø Are you enjoying your wins?
Ø Are you helping others win with you?
Ø Friends, we need to be in the game of life full force! We need to be in it, and we need

There By Hangs A Tale

NEARLY SEVENTY-SEVEN YEARS ago, on 23rd March, the British clan­destinely advanced the hang­ing of Bhagat Singh, Raj guru and Sukhdev, fearing pub­lic outrage. In an unprecedented manner, these legendary heroes of the Indian freedom movement were hanged until death at dusk on March 23,1931, instead of the morn­ing of March 24. The British tried to surreptitiously dispose the bod­ies at Hussainwallah on the banks of the Sutlej.
In the few years of his active po­litical life, being just over 23 years of age when the British executed him, Bhagat Singh, along with his associ­ates, had radicalised the freedom struggle. The Delhi bomb case ("to make the deaf hear") and the mur­der of British officer, Saunders, to avenge the death of Lala Lajpat Rai due to the severe lathi-charge in the anti-Simon Commission protests, brought on to the agenda of the free­dom struggle a militancy hitherto unknown.
There are various elements of Bhagat Singh's life that have con­tributed to his legend — heroism, sacrifice, political clarity and the ability to catch the imagination of the people. Bollywood has now con­verted this legend into an icon. Dur­ing the first few years of this centu­ry, at least five films were made on this revolutionary. The latest was the very creative effort, Rang de Basanti. The title of the film comes from the immortal song that Bhagat Singh and his associates supposedly sang as they were marching to the gallows.
Though the film has come under severe criticism for its alleged pro­jection of nihilism, the essential thrust has been missed. In actual life, many individuals may associate pas­sionately with a political project due to various reasons and under varied circumstances. The moot question, however, is, when it comes to the crunch, whether these individuals stand up to their political convictions or not. This is the acid test. The pro­tagonists in this film (including one who vacillates) embrace sure death out of conviction and are not pushed into that position by circumstances.The choice to opt out was always there. But they choose not to do so.
This is exactly what Bhagat Singh and his associates did. They marched to death with a smile. When the hangman offers him time to pray before death, he says, "I have neither fear of death nor belief in God." In terms of political belief, while firmly abjuring "the cult of the bomb and the pistol", as Bhagat Singh himself notes, they chose to throw the bomb at the Delhi assem­bly and murder Saunders with a pis­tol under the firm belief that these actions would galvanise the youth to seek freedom.
A brief recollection of the histori­cal circumstances of that period is important to understand this and the consequent abiding relevance of Bhagat Singh to contemporary India. All these revolutionaries enthusiasti­cally participated in the non-cooper­ation movement launched by the Congress under Gandhiji's leader­ship in August 1920. However, when Gandhiji withdrew this movement in February 1922, following the attack on the police station in Chauri Chaura, calling it a "Himalayan blunder", the disappointment and the conse­quent frustration was rampant among the youth. Some historians believe that this withdrawal forced the unspent energy of the masses into fratricidal channels. The spurt in the number of communal riots is often cited as evidence.
It is precisely in this period that alternatives to the Congress were being sought. The fledgling Commu­nist Party, formed in 1920, brought together the various Communist groups across the country at a con­vention in 1925 at Kanpur. The same year, the RSS was founded in Nagpur. It was in the course of these tumultuous years that three distinct visions on what ought to be the char­acter of independent India emerged.
The Congress, in response to these developments, defined its vi­sion of independent India as being a secular, democratic republic. The Communists articulated their vi­sion as one that would consolidate the secular democratic republic by transforming the political independ­ence gained by the country into the true economic independence of all its people, i.e. socialism.
The third vision, in complete contradistinction to the above two, sought to define the character of in­dependent India on the basis of the religious denomination of its peo­ple. This had a twin expression. The RSS advocating its fascistic vision of a rabidly intolerant 'Hindu rashtra' and the Muslim League seeking the partition of the country to establish an Islamic republic.
The ideological battle among these three visions, in fact, contin­ues till date. Present-day political de­velopments can be properly under­stood only within these parameters.In this battle, Bhagat Singh was closest to the Communist vision and, in fact, independently moved to­wards Communist ideological foun­dations. Bhagat Singh was not a lone hero but part of a remarkable group of revolutionaries. It was at Bhagat Singh's intervention, at a secret meeting that took place in Ferozeshah Kotla in Delhi on September 8,1928, that the Hindustan Republican Association was rechristened as the Hindustan Socialist Republican Association. Socialism was now ac­cepted both as a goal and the ideo­logical foundation of its activities.Though Chandrashekhar Azad could not attend the meeting, being underground following the famous Kakori incident in August 1925 and the hanging of his associates, Ram Prasad Bismal, Ashfaqullah, Rajen-dra Lahiri and Roshan Singh, in No­vember 1927, he had given his prior approval to the decisions taken at this meeting.
While many today seek to appro­priate the legacy of Bhagat Singh and his associates, if proper justice of their contribution to the evolution of modern Independent India is to be done, then it must be based on his own writings. For a youth barely in his 20s, Bhagat Singh, in his times, was fairly well-read. His diaries, re­leased by the National Archives on the 50th anniversary of his martyr­dom, revealed the vast range of con­temporary writers that he'd read. Though Bollywood has now made his reading of Lenin famous, his diaries have extensive quotations from vari­ous writers, including the famous lines of the poet Shelley:
"Rise like lions after slumber In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many — they are few."
Everyday, during their trial, Bha­gat Singh and B.K. Dutta used to en­ter the courts shouting the slogan 'Inquilab Zindabad'. When the court questioned them on the meaning of this slogan, they sub­mitted a written statement that says: "I, Bhagat Singh, was asked in the lower court as to what we meant by the word 'Revolution'. In answer to that question, I would say that Revolution does not necessari­ly involve a sanguinary strife, nor is there any place in it for individ­ual vendetta. By revolution we mean that the present order of things, which is based on manifest injustice, must change.
"This is our ideal and with this ideology for our inspiration we have given a fair and loud enough warning.
"Revolution is the inalienable right of mankind. Freedom is the imprescriptible birthright of all. The labourer is the real sustainer of society. The sovereignty of the peo­ple is the ultimate destiny of the workers."
The recollection of this legacy is of contemporary relevance in to­day's continuing battle between the three visions that we spoke of above.

Eunuchs are They really blessed or ......

Eunuchs ....who exactly are they ..I m sure everybody who is in the possesion of a lil grey matter would have thought about this question once...so did I; in fact they fascinates me as the GOD's creation ....as the third gender so there must be something special about them...Their face is their fortune. Caked in cheap rouge, kajal, powder and lipstick, they dress in ill-fitting blouses and colourful saris in a grotesque parody of womanhood as they roam the busy marketplaces in groups, terrorizing pedestrians, hustling for ten or a hundred rupees. These are not your average beggars on the street. With male voices shouting expletives, palms meeting crossways in a trademark clap, to the sight of the group collectively lifting up their saris and flashing castrated genital areas right in their faces.There are various description of their existence in ancient times...they are called "Bed Keepers" as they are castrated men and one such person would be the best to guard royal harems of Greek kingdom.
India is the only country where the tradition of eunuchs is prevalent today. There are about 1 million of them, though their role in life has changed.Eunuchs, or hijras as they are called here, have become something to be feared. Nobody wants to be accosted by one of them - be nudged with their elbows, stroked on the cheek, taunted, cursed and flashed.And taking the advantage of this discomfort they today are making their living Begging isn't their only source of income. It's an age-old custom in the country to have hijras bless childbirths, weddings, housewarmings and other auspicious occasions. The eunuchs are believed to possess occult powers, and their blessings - and curses - are both considered potent.
What happens in these ghettoes is a mystery few know about. Most people, in fact, have no notion about how hijras come to be. Some believe they are simply born that way - males without the male genitalia - while others will tell you that they are really men who were forcibly castrated in their youth.
Both views are true, though natural eunuchs are a very rare occurrence and castration isn't always by force. An `operation' as hijras call it, is cause for huge celebrations in the community. It is performed out of doors, and feasts, song and dance are rituals that attend the event, which is orchestrated by the head of the community known as Gurus.

But the irony is that in country like India where eunuchs are believed to hace supernatural powers have the most pathetic condition in the world . All over the world their condition has improved a lot but in india they are still discriminated and are neglected of their true civil rights.A community which was discrimnated by tha nature as well as by man,and which devoted their life for god and state, are as much worth of repect as we are. Lets all we come for their upliftment and help them to live a dignified life.
But now time is changing and so are their conditions ..leaving all this discussion behind i would like to discuss the mythological facts about their supernatural powers...


the fact dates back to Ramayan era ..it is told in Valmiki's Ramayan that on returning to Ayodhya after defeating Ravan Lord Rama found dat community of kinner(Eunuchs) who were waiting for shree Ram..... reason was when shri Ram was leaving Ayodhya in the starting of his vanvas the whole crowd of Ayodhya was following him.
Then shri Ram requested and said "All the men n women please go back to Ayodhya ".

When Shri Ram returned .He found d community of Eunuchs waiting for him..when he asked the reason ..then they replied "Prabhu u asked all the men and women to return back we neither men nor women so how can we disobey ur orders..so we were waiting for you"

Shri Ram was so shocked by there spirit ..he gave them the blessing that who ever they wud bless will be blessed for lifetime or whom so ever they choose to curse will b cursed till the death"

From that time onwards Eunuchs are Known for their blessings.

So think about this fact in future while facing any eunuch ..he may be empowered by Lord Rama's true Self.....

Innocent Talking .......

Here is a video featuring a lil girl & her response about Monster...She speak so innoently..simply veryy nice video to watch out..

Free Yourself Like The Mouse That Soared High

There's an American Indian tale of a mouse that heard a roaring in its ears and set out to discover what it was. The mouse had to first give up one of its mouse ways of seeing things in order to grow. When the mouse had given away its eyes to help two other animals and was without sight, defenceless, it was picked up by an eagle. Before the mouse knew, it was flying and could see the splendour all around. The mouse was gifted with a new vision.
When we have tunnel vision we cannot see the con­trariness in things and ourselves. We do not see both the tiger and the lamb in us. We cannot see that we are both weak and strong, inno­cent and guilty, right and wrong. It is only when we are at peace with the conflict inside us, are we able to love all the ways the world can be outside us. "The farmer may only be planting a seed, but if he opens his eyes he is feeding the whole world", said Omaha Bee.
The mouse in the story had to discover another way of looking at itself and reality. We grow only when we replace shortsightedness with a vision that reaches out. The mouse way is to be small minded and petty. In the mouse way we are quick to label people and events. We become self-righteous and picky. We tend to see ourselves as moral guardians and so condemn "others".
Then, like the mouse, some­how we lose ourselves along the way. All the familiar landmarks of life we clung to are no longer there to prop us up. Like the mouse, we give away something that is precious to us, which is often our "mouse way" of seeing things and reality. We reach out to others or go beyond ourselves. We go deeper and search wider in the world outside to ourselves. Tunnel vision gives way to a new reality. To the external eye, we are all doing the same things in life —walking, talking, eating, sleep­ing, rising, washing, travelling, writing or driving. But inter­nally, we are not really doing the same things at all. For some the motions of life are mechanical, done without any meaning attached to them. For others, every motion is driven by a goal or higher purpose.
Buddhist mindful­ness is all about doing the same things in life in a different way. When we become less mechanical and more purposeful, the power and energy of God begin to flow through us. We begin to co-create with God, rather than remain empty receptacles that cannot receive His grace.
There are those who use language in life to create by realising the power of words to shape reality. There are others who use language to communi­cate — sometimes positive things, sometimes negative. Those who like to remain with the mouse way of looking at things and doing things remain at the level of superficiality. Language and words are often used by these people to disrupt and destroy.
Plant a seed. But remember why you are planting a seed. Will your action and motivation remain like that of the farmer who could not see beyond his own field? Those who know that a seed can and does feed the whole world, will experience the splendour of the world. Build a new vision.

LIFE AND DEATH

Think of life without death, and it’ll become an unendurable pain, an unendurable existence. It will be Impossible to life without death. Death defines life ,gives it a kinda intensity; b’cos life fleeting each moment becomes precious. If life is eternal then who cares one can wait for tomorrow forever – then who’ll live here & now? B’cos tomorrow there is death it forces us to live here & now. We have to plunge into the present moment, we have to go to its ultimate depth b’cos who knows the next moment……..
MAY COME MAY’NT COME

Deep Thought

There is some consolation in the fact that even if your dreams haven't come true- neither have your nightmares.

It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone - but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

He holds me when I start to cry, makes me smile with just his eyes, shares my hopes, dreams and fears, wipes away all my tears, I love him without regret, I just haven't found him yet.

One of the hardest things in life is watching the person you love, loving someone else

See my halo, bright and shiny, mess with me, i'll kick your hiney

Kisses are like tears, the only real ones are the ones you can't hold back

There's just something about him that grabs my heart, and makes me hurt that I can't have him

--Love is when u cant pay attention in class--
--cuz u foreva writin ur first name wit his last--

I cried today, not because I missed you, or even wanted you, but because I finally relized I'm gonna be alright without you

When you're ready to look into the eyes of true love, it turns its head

Never give up if you still want to try, never wipe your tears if you still want to cry, never settle for the answer if you still want to know, never say you don't like him if you can't let him go

I'm in love with the one woman I can't have and I have the one woman I can't love

I loved you once, you loved me not, I loved you twice, but I forgot, you never loved me, you never will, but even so, I love you still

I'm gonna smile like nothings wrong, talk like everythings perfect, act like its just a dream, and pretend he's not hurting me.

Confession

So I have a confession
It's not easy for me to say
But I know that if I don't let it out
It'll bother me all day

So I have a confession
And I'm just gonna come out with it now
I cannot stop thinking about you
My emotions are out loud

So there it is
On the table
Clear for you to see
Seems like I have a rain cloud hanging over me

Maybe my timing is off
Maybe I have bad luck
How I wish that I could hit reverse
And not feel like such a schmuck

So I have a confession
And I wish that you could see
That I'm the kind of guy you want
Instead of that chicken feed.

Is it hate or indifference

I always thought that it was hypocritical if u hated someone but on their face u act all nice and friendly, I mean why should u put up an act just so ppl dont know that u don't like them. Isnt it better if they know that u cant stand them so both of u can stay out of each other's way. But then i realised there shouldnt be any space for any kind of bitterness either. If the sight of someone pisses u off, there isn't much u can do to stay happy. U r letting someone else decide ur mood, u r letting others kick u around like a football isnt it? Can u really live through life burning bridges like that, wouldnt that be a tad bit too much baggage to carry?
So, the person who has been giving me lessons of life for the past three yrs taught me another important lesson... this learned person says "the opposite of love is not hate, its indifference."
Indifference! the answer to all the problems in the world. Should u be affected by something someone says or does, just because u dont like them? Or should u ignore and move on?
So , i'm going to be civil to all the people i hate with all my heart, but that doesnt make me a hypocrite...or does it???

Another Apect of so called LOVE

This is for all those who patronize the so called thing called as "love" First of all I am not a pessimist or a guy who doesn't support love.. Even I love someone.... Anyway Read this poem before u go ahead with the things..

Love they say is very might and vast
They say it cant be equalled
Love is the connection of souls
Well I say it gives your heart holes
Love they say is a matter of pride
I say Hey mac step aside let me go by
Love is victories of victories
Love they say cant be defeated
Love they say is Holy and pious
I say Oh My god......Why are these couples so suspicious?
They say Love is not lust
I say Yes true that's what both of them ask first
They say Love is Filled with Flowers and fruits
I say Love is a mischief which should be cut from the roots
They say Love is like the rain.. Clear and Magnificent
I say Love is a Khichadi Which is made very efficient
They Say when you love you are not afraid
I say Yeah baby..Now i know why countless couples Escape
They say People envy Love as they are jealous
I say Wow People You are so generous
They Say Love Doesn't needs looks or riches
I say Hmm if thats the case why do girls shift boy friends every other hour?
They say first love cant be Erased
I say True But why to write such a phrase?
They Say Countless Immortals have died in love
I say Thank god The population was Balanced because of them
They ask me Did you ever Love You hearted cold
I say to them with a tear in my eyes
I was Loved by the clouds But then I loved the rain
I was Loved by the flowers But then i loved the tree
I was Loved by the sunshine But then I loved the moon
I was Loved By You.......But then I never Loved anyone else. "

Now that's the clear proof that ... I am not a man who hates love..Now along with the story..


Now This story is about Love In India... You will find it strange But its true... many of u wont like it But still I am going forward with it


The story is simple straightforward ... A Boy.. sees a girl... She has good body, (Sexy figure),Good () () ( I hope u got what that means ) ..And a perfect.... I mean she has a perfect face.. She is labeled as Challu by the boys.. Now a boy walks forward and proposes her... Now This girl Either will reject him or else if he looks good or if she has intentions on him being her bakra for the next 4 months then she will directly say yes.. Now a common girl... what does she do?... let me tell u ... u be friends with her for 1 week.,.. u then give her signs of love or flirting...then u propose her... she says she needs time... Now This girl in one week installs the feeling of love in her mind out of nowhere.. man I mean Cmon.. a week before she never loved anyone ... and in one week She installs the Feeling of love? .. I feel its full of spyware though... ..this installation process is lengthy and i feel is overrated... Boys do all sorts of stuff to make sure she says yes.. Now the installation process is complete.. the feeling from heaven has been integrated into her mind and soul and now she loves this guy.... Amazing isnt it?


I wish u guys good luck with ur installations... .. I meant something else


PS. This Story may be childish,stupid and such stuff for some of the readers,, so please dont post comments giving implicit bad words or some crap like that ... .. I Just dont care .. I M crap and happy with that

Take Destiny In Your Hand

If everything in life is predestined,where is the scope to use our intelligence?
Whoever told you that everything is destined? Nothing is destined. It is just that unconsciously we have made ourselves into a certain possibility.We create certain tendencies within us with our unconsciousness, and according to the tendencies we keep moving in that direction. The destiny we are talking about is something we created uncon sciously; we can also create it consciously.
The moment we utter the word spirituality whether we realise it or not, what we are actually saying is: ‘1 want to take my destiny into my hands’.The moment you say ‘I want to walk a spiritual path’, or ‘I want too move towards liberation’,actually we are saying I want to take my destiny into my hands’, if you know where you want to go,you better take destiny into your hands; otherwise, you will exist here as an accidental being.
There is a limited sense of destiny working ,there is no ultimate destiny. In a limited sense, the accumulations that we have within us form a certain attitude and tendency within ourselves and it starts moving that direction. ‘It is not because somebody is guid ing it in that direction. Simply because our tendencies are such, we are going that way’:
Now. the river that is born on top of this mountain,at one place it’s a brook at another place its a water fall, in yet another place it is just a meandering river.
Somewhere else, it has become a wide estuary to join the ocean. Then it becomes the ocean. Is this the river’s destiny? No, this is the water’s tendency To constantly move from one place to another depending upon the levels that are there.If the oceans were placed high ,the rivers won’t go to the ocean.
I want you to strip your self of all fäncy stories and come to terms with life, The river is not longing to go to the ocean.Water just finds its own level and keeps going, that’s all.If you dam it, the river is not sitting there and crying I want to go to the ocean. There is no such thing. It’s poetry; let’s enjoy the poetry, but reality is different. Enjoying poetry enjoying the current realities around is one thing. When you are talking about reaching your ultimate reality it’s a different thing.
Like they say in Zen:
When you’re an ignorant person,,. rivers are just rivers; trees are just trees; mountains are just mountains; clouds are just clouds.
Once you become a seeker,rivers are no more just rivers, trees are not just trees, mountains are not just mountains, clouds are not just clouds.
Everything has a different dimension to it.But if you reach out,if you become enlightened,once again trees are trees, mountains are mountains, clouds are clouds.Then what is the point?
If you are ignorant. it is the same way, if you are enlightened it is the same way.Yes.An enlightened person is just as good as an utter fool, but in a completely different world.
An enlightened is not in any way special the way you know special, because your idea of special is adding parts to yourself.Isn’t it?Your idea of special is that you start identifying yourself with many things and become special. In that sense he is not special, he is more ordinary then the ordinary.But it’s a full circle. It’s a different dimension of existence altogether.

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Listening For Love

There are times when we are timid and shy about expressing the love we feel. For fear of embarrassing the other person, or ourselves, we hesitate to say the actual words 'I love you.' So we try to communicate the idea in other words. We say 'take care' or 'don't drive too fast' or 'be good'.
But really, these are just other ways of saying 'I love you. You are important to me. I care what hap­pens to you. I don't want you to get hurt.' We are sometimes very strange people. The only thing we want to say, and the one thing that we should say, is the one thing we don't say. And yet because the feel­ing is so real, and the need to say it is so strong, we are driven to use other words and signs to say what we really mean. And many times the meaning never gets communicated at all and the other person is left feeling unloved and unwanted.
Therefore, we have to listen for love in the words that people are saying to us. Sometimes the explicit words are necessary, but more often, the manner of saying things is even more important. A joyous in­sult carries more affection and love within the senti­ments which are expressed insincerely. An impulsive hug says 'I love you' even though the words might be saying very different.
Any expression of a person's concern for another says 'I love you'. Sometimes the expression is clumsy, sometimes even cruel. Sometimes we must look and listen very intently for the love^hat contains. But it is often there, beneath the surface. A mother may nag her son constantly about his grades or cleaning his room. The son may hear only the nagging, but if he listens carefully, he will hear the love underneath the nagging. His mother wants him to do well, to be successful. Her concern and love for her son unfortunately emerge in her nagging. But it is love all the same.
A daughter comes home late, way past her curfew, and her father confronts her with angry words. The daughter may hear only the anger, but is she listens carefully, she will hear the love under the anger. "I was worried about you," the father is saying. "Because I care about you and I love you. You are important to me."
We say 'I love you' in many ways — with birthday gifts, and little notes, with smiles and sometimes with tears. Sometimes we show our love by just keep­ing quiet and not saying a word, at other times by speaking out, even brusquely. We show our love sometimes by impulsiveness. Many times we have to show our love by forgiving someone who has not lis-Neeiabh tened to the love we have tried to express. The problem is listening for love is that we don't always un­derstand the language of love which the other person is us­ing. A girl may use tears or emotions to say what she wants to say, and her boyfriend may not understand her because he expects her to be talking his language. Thus, we have to force our­selves to really listen for love. The problem with our world is that people rarely listen to each other. They hear the words, but they don't listen to the actions that accompany the words or the expression on the face. Or people listen only for rejection or misunderstanding. They do not see the love that is there just beneath the surface, even if the words are angry.



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Comrades, give me blood! I promise you freedom

In my this post i m gonna post the historic speech by the jewel of our motherland Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose.He made this inspiring speech at a rally in Burma, on July 4,1944. Excerpts:

Friends! I want you to realise once again what a golden opportunity we have for winning freedom. The British are engaged in a worldwide struggle and in the course of this struggle they have suffered defeat after defeat on so many fronts. The enemy having been thus considerably weakened, our fight for liberty has become very much easier than it was five years ago. Such a rare and God-given opportunity comes once in a century That is why we have sworn to fully utilise this opportunity for liberating our motherland.
Unfortunately, ever since the great fight of 1857, our countrymen are disarmed, whereas the enemy is armed to the teeth. Without arms and without a modern army it is impossible for a disarmed people to win freedom in this modern age. Through the grace of Providence and through the help of generous Nippon, it has become possible for Indians in East Asia to get arms to build up a modern army. Moreover, Indians in East Asia are united to a man in the endeavour to win freedom and all the religious and other differences that the British tried to engineer inside India, simply do not exist in East Asia. Consequently we have now an ideal combination of circumstances favouring the success of our struggle- and all that is wanted is that Indians should themselves come forward to pay the price of liberty
Friends, one year ago, when I made certain demands of you, I told you that if you give me 'total mobilisation', I would give you a 'second front'. I have redeemed that pledge. The first phase of our campaign is over. Our victorious troops, fighting side by side with Nipponese troops, have pushed back the enemy and are now fighting bravely on the sacred soil of our dear motherland.
Gird up your loins for the task that now lies ahead. I had asked you for men, money and materials. I have got them in generous measure.
Now I demand more of you. Men, money and materials cannot by themselves bring victory or freedom. We must have the motive-power that will inspire us to brave deeds and heroic exploits.
It will be a fatal mistake for you to wish to live and see India free simply because victory is now within reach. No one here should have the desire to live to enjoy freedom. A long fight is still in front of us. We should have but one desire today — the desire to die so that India may live—the desire to face a martyr's death, so that the path to freedom may be paved with the martyr's blood.
Friends! My comrades in the War of Liberation! Today I demand of you one thing, above all. I demand of you blood. It is blood alone that can avenge the blood that the enemy has spilt. It is blood alone that can pay the price of freedom. Give me blood and I promise you freedom.



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Beautiful Mind....Sir Albert Einstein

The year 2005 was celebrated the world over as the centenary of the discovery of the special theory of relativity by Albert Einstein. Although Einstein published three major results during 1905, he became famous only 14 years later, or after November 6,1919. The Einstein story is an absorbing account of how a scientific achievement aught the popular imagination and made international headlines.
It all began with Isaac Newton, who, while propounding his universal law of gravitation, wondered whether like all material objects in the universe, light is subject to gravitational attraction. Would a ray of light skirting a massive body, bend its path? This was the question Newton posed, but did not answer, perhaps because he felt that the effect, if any, would be too small to measure with the techniques available to him.
In 1801, Johann von Soldner carried out a calculation by assuming that a light ray was made of tiny particles (Newton had called them corpuscles) which would be attracted by the massive body. It would, therefore, tend the ray slightly. How lightly? A ray of light from a distant star passing by the sun would be bent by an angle less than four thousandth part of a degree. This conclusion was of academic interest since astronomers if the day were not capable if measuring the effect.
After proposing special relativity, Einstein undertook he more ambitious task of introducing a general theory of relativity that incorporated n it the phenomenon of gravity. His early attempts led him to the conclusion no different from Soldner's so far as the tending of light was concerned. By 1911, he felt confident of his new theory and urged astronomers to verify it.
The astronomers, too, were by this time confident of being able to make the required measurements. This meant checking if the direction of a star changed slightly when it passing behind the Sun. But how does we see a star so close to the Sun? The answer is, when the Sun is totally eclipsed.
Total solar eclipses are rare events visible on very limited zones on the Earth. In 1912, Argentinean astronomers went to Brazil to make the measurements, only to be thwarted by a cloudy sky. A second attempt by German astronomers in 1914 to observe the eclipse in Crimea was prevented by the onset of the First World War. Nevertheless, these aborted attempts turned out to be fortunate from Einstein's point of view.
By 1915 he realized that he had made a mistake in his calculations and the revised theory, now called the general theory of relativity, gave an answer that was double what he had got earlier; that is, a bending
Angle twice that given by Soldner based on Newton's theory.
General relativity was a highly mathe¬matical theory, beyond the grasp of most astronomers. Very few scientists at the time fully appreciated its notions of curved space and time. Fortunately for Einstein, though, there was one astronomer who did: Arthur Stanley Edenton at Cambridge, England. Eddington pressed for an expedition to measure this effect during the eclipse due in 1919. For better chance of success, two spots were proposed for observation, one in Sobral in Brazil and the other in the island of Principe in Spanish Guinea in Africa. Eddington, a quaker, faced the hurdle of possible conscription and deten¬tion, but his colleagues made sure that did not happen.
The war ended in 1918, leaving very little time for completing the preparations. The team going to Sobral led by Greenwich astronomer Crommelin had taken large 10-inch lenses for accurate observations. However, the two makeshift telescopes made from them developed technical problems and in the end Crommelin had to fall back on a four-inch telescope. Eddington had opted for Principe as it had a better weather record, but it turned rainy and cloudy on the day. Fortunately, the cloud cover cleared at the right time for Eddington to take the necessary photographs. He needed to take some photo¬graphs of the star-field after the experiment for compari¬son, but couldn't because a local strike of steamship operators forced him to return home early. Despite all these problems, the data were analysed and presented on November 6,1919 at the Royal Society in London, to a crowded hall of scientists against the backdrop of a portrait of Isaac Newton. Would the results show him (and Soldner) to be right or will the new (and weird) theory of Einstein be favoured? The suspense was broken by Astronomer Royal Sir Frank Dyson whose account, followed by reports from Eddington and Crommelin, upheld Eins¬tein's prediction. The audience felt the thrill of history being made.
Despite the euphoria, several scientists were sceptical and would have liked more data. They were right. The observational errors were much larger than realised at the time and did not warrant a clear-cut judgment on that day. Only in the 1970s did astronomers using radio and micro¬wave observations obtain a clear decision in favour of Einstein.
Hindsight informs us that luck inter¬vened on several occasions during the episode. Einstein's earlier wrong prediction escaped detection. Be that as it may, the 1919 meeting consecrated Einstein as the greatest scientist of the last century.





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With No Immediate Cause : By Ntozake Shange

Ntozake Shange(right)

My this post is a poem by Ntozake Shange the African-American poet.Her name Ntozake Shange means "She Who Comes With Her Own Things"/ "She Who Walks Like a Lion" The first time I read this poem, I was in 11th standard . The explicit anger of the poem shook me to the very core of my being. It so simply put forth all the rage that a woman can feel inside her. This is one of the poems that changed my life; this is one of the poems that define who I am.

every 3 minutes a woman is beaten

every five minutes a

woman is raped/every ten minutes

a little girl is molested

yet I rode the subway today

I sat next to an old man who

may have beaten his old wife

3 minutes ago or 3 days/30 years ago

he might have sodomized his daughter

but I sat there

cuz the men on the train

might beat some young women

later in the day or tomorrow

I might not shut my door fast

enough push hard enough

every 3 minutes it happens

some women's innocence

rushes to her cheeks/pours from her mouth

like the betsy wetsy dolls have been torn

apart/their mouths

menses red split/every

three minutes a shoulder

is jammed through plaster and the oven door/

chairs push thru the rib cage/hot water or

boiling sperm decorate her body

I rode the subway today

and bought a paper from an east Indian man who might

have held his old lady onto

a hot pressing iron/ I didn't know

maybe he catches little girls in the

parks and rips open their behinds

with steel rods/ I can not decide

what he might have done I

know every 3 minutes

every 5 minutes every 10 minutes

I boughtt the paper

looking for the announcement

there has to be an announcement

of the women's bodies fond

yesterday the missing little girl

I sat in a restaurant with my

paper looking for the announcement

a young man served me coffee

I wondered did he pour the boiling

coffee on the woman because she was stupid

did he put the infant girl in

the coffee pot because she cried too much

what exactly did he do with hot coffee

I looked for the announcement

the discover of the dismembered

woman's body

victims have not all been

identified today they are

naked and dead/some refuse to

testify girl out of 10 is not

coherent/ I took the coffee

and spit it up I found an

announcement/ not the woman's

bloated body in the river floating

not the child bleeding in the

59^th street corridor/ not the baby

broken on the floor/

"there is some concern

that alleged battered women

might start to murder their

husbands and lovers with no

immediate cause"

I spit up I vomit I am screaming

we all have immediate cause

every 3 minutes

every 5 minutes

every 10 minutes

every day

women's bodies are found

in alleys and bedrooms/at the top of the stairs

before I ride the subway/buy a paper of drink

coffee from your hands I must know

have you hurt a woman today

did you beat a woman today

throw a child cross a room

are the little girl's pants in your pocket

did you hurt a woman today

I have to ask these obscene questions

I must know you see

the authorities require us to

establish

immediate cause

every three minutes

every five minutes

every ten minutes

every day

The Mystery Of Feminine Power

Women are powerful, have always been so. But their power is not crude or brutal like that of men.The power of women lies in tenderness, love, beauty and feminine grace. When they start seeking the same power as sought by men, they lose something very precious. Of course, women should be strong and courageous but not in the same way as men are. They should be strong in their own unique way—the feminine way. When they realise this uniqueness, no man can match their power.

Once Emperor Akbar asked Birbal: "Sometimes, I get worried. All the people in my court look henpecked. Is there not even a single brave man here?" Birbal said: "Looks difficult, but we will try to find one." They were all brave men. If ordered, they would put down their lives without a moment's hesitation. Their bravery was

not in any way suspect. Birbal made arrangements and said: "Tomorrow, come decided that you will assert the truth. Anybody who tells a lie is going to the gallows. Think over it. The king wants to know the truth—are you afraid of your wife or not?"

They all came. The king said: "Those who are afraid of their wives should move to the right, and those who are not afraid should stay on the left." All moved to the right except a single, tiny man. Akbar said: "I am happy because I was think­ing that not even a single man would stay" The lone man said: "Wait! Don't be happy so soon. When I was coming here, my wife told me not to stand in the crowd! That's why I am standing here." What makes a man fear a woman? Her feminine strength. Man can argue endlessly but, in most cases, the woman always wins. She may not even produce a good argument, but win she does

Why does the woman win? She is so soft. In fact she never fights, she persuades. She does not fight directly; her fight is indirect and subtle. If she wants to say no, she will not say so directly, but in a thousand and one ways her whole being will say no. In the way she places the plate, in the way she moves, in her sari's swish... She will say no. She herself will say yes but her whole being will say no. How can you deSat something so subtle? If you love the woman, you are defeated."

And it is good that the hard is defeated and the soft wins because that is the only possibility for God to win in the world. The devil must be hard like rock. God must be soft. In the East, we never think of God as a father; rather we think of God as a mother. That insight is beau­tiful. God should not be thought of as father because the male principle is hard. God should be thought of as mother, feminine." God persuades you to come to him, yet he never forces you. You never meet him any­where and yet you search for him. You never encounter him. He follows you as a subtle aroma. You never come face to face with him. You will find him deep in the stirrings of your heart. You will not find him like a storm; he comes.like a subtle breeze. Only those who are very sub­tle will be able to feel it. He comes like a flower.

All the enlightened ones—such as Gautama Bud­dha—are like flowers and have feminine grace. That's why people worship them as incarnations of God. They have a feminine mystery and a tremendous power that no Alexander the Great or Napoleon could have had. Their influence on humanity is eternal. Humanity surren­ders to them out of reverence, while all the Alexanders who try to conquer the world fail miserably. Masculine power is violent; feminine power is full of love and compassion.

Your Mother Always Walks Beside You

The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked. The guide said: "Yes, but the way is hard, and you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning". But the young mother_was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them. But the young mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this. Then the night came, and the storm, the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold. The mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle. The children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come". The morning came, there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there". So the children climbed. When they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you". The mother, when she lay down at night, looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better "Day than the last, for my child­ren have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yester­day I gave them courage; today, I have given them strength". The next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil. The children groped and stumbled. The mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light. The children looked up and saw the clouds above in an everlasting glory, which guided them beyond the darkness. That night the mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God". The days went on, the weeks, the months and the years. The mother grew old and she was little and bent, but her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. When the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather. At last they came to a hill and beyond they could see a shin­ing road and golden gates flung wide open. The mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. Now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them". The children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates". As they stood and watched her as she went on alone, the gates closed after her. They said: "We cannot see her but she is with us still. A mother like ours is more than a memory, she is a living presence...". Your mother is always with you... She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She's the smell of soap in your freshly laun­dered socks. She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She's crystallised in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home. She's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space, even death!