Handwriting

After nearly a year, i got time to post on this blog. While i went through previous posts, certain thoughts came surrounded my mind : Have I lost myself in the search of light or life ? Have I made myself busy enough not to think ? What has really changed in past one year. The only thing which i can think of is : I lost myself somewhere in this game of life. But then who was i and who am I now ? Was that me who used to enjoy free world , one who used to go out with friends , one who used to be known as **Most Notorious fellow ** in school or was it the one who used to spend time in college library, who used to talk about darkness within light , who used to shave his head because police was searching for him , who was known as **Misogynist ** in college or the one who looks at code and thinks i suffer from codingophobia or one who looks at mirror everyday and prays to god to please kill him or one who is smiling at the world looking from the peak of Arunachala Hill , one who still silently alone in Gloria Jean and orders for more and more caffeine. How drastic things changed for me , infact they were not drastic. It was a very gradual unnoticed change which was happening within myself and slowly it changed me. Now if I look back, those days look like a dream or activities happened in some other parallel universe. But still the question remained unanswered : What changed in past one year ?

This year will be a remarkable year of my life , in this year I powered myself enough with self-control that i nearly stopped calling any of my friends , infact if i look at my total talktime, it might be less than 24 hours . I moved more toward finding new directions in life either by photography or my painting or by writing stories or by involving myself in alumnus activities. Someone once told me if you keep yourself busy , you will forget all pains . But whats the pain which i want to forget. There are certain things which keep flourishing in our mind irrespective of the fact that they never exist in real life. Good thing about this year was I came out of a phobia, i used to think that i wont live without talking but now that over :-). This year made me love a song more than ever, its " raat humari toh - Parineeta movie"

andhera Pagal hain 
kitna ghanera hain
chubhta hain, dasta hain
phir bhi woh mera hain

Such a beautiful lines if blend with "Aur Ho - Rockstar movie "

Tujhe cheen loon ya chodh doon
Tujhe maang loon ya modh doon
Iss lamhe..kya kar jaaoon
Jo mujhe chain mile
Aaraam mile

I discovered many ways to mend my aloofness, sometimes by listening lots & lots of music and sometimes by reading books. But it never went away, infact i have realized the more i try to push herself away from me , the more she pulls me towards to her. I think she must be given a title of Best actress in this world as "She always draws my attention" :-) . Thats also another achievement of the year, my jokes quality has 
improved a lot naa ....!!!!  Atleast this year , i have learnt this lesson that I can't go back to yesterday  - because I was a different person then.So i need to find new ways to find my identity. 

Anyways  this will continue, till i find it and somehow i know i will find it soon .

Knowledge is power

The saying that little knowledge is a dangerous thing is , to my mind, a very dangerous adage . If knowledge is real and genuine, I don’t believe that it is other than a valuable possession however infinitesimal is quantity may be. Indeed, if a little knowledge is dangerous, where is the man who has so much as to be out of danger .

--  Science and Culture (1877, T.H. Huxley) 

 

It was a dusty morning, both in terms of real and imaginary. Real because I had to inhale the polluted air of delhi and imaginary because again I started my journey on the train without any known destination. While I was looking to the world windows of the of the delhi metro, I looked at a school, some Shishu vidhyalya , with a tag line “Knowledge is power”. Just above this line, there was an advertisement banner of cycle shop, seems like the sponsor of the school. It reminded me of the snippet by Renan J in the book ‘Dialogues et fragments philosophies’  ‘Savior c’est pouviour’est le plus beau mot qu’on ait dit : Means ‘Knowlegde is power’ is the finest idea ever put into words’. Now my mind was trying to find the difference between knowledge and power and the correlation between them. 

       Then in the evening I met a friend of mine , whom I know from past eight years , and I asked him the same question : difference between knowledge and power. He joined a core designing company from college and then moved to one of the navratan companies of india and currently preparing very hard for Indian Engineering services. His answer of my query “Power is when  TTE of railways gives me his seat for my waiting ticket and a traffic police man salutes me when he stops me for checking” and “knowledge is what will help me attain that power” . I was pretty much satisfied by his answer as in his answers I couldn’t find any negativity for others. But when I asked the same query while my dad was telling me a story of an uncle who is a KAS (KAS is ‘Kashmir administrator services’  , a similar exam like IAS) . The story was about the helplessness of the educated officers . So my dad was a kind of supporting this uncle’s acts of corruption because if he doesn’t do that , how he can arrange the parties for the CM or MP’s. Upon my response that arranging parties was not the part of his job , I was given the answer : “If he doesn’t do that, he will lose all his powers.” 
 

    So now I again got entangled in the paradox of power and knowledge . If one does what is he certified to do , can that act diminishes his knowledge , if not then how come power. Does power means what has been imparted to him by CM or the higher officials or Power is what he has attained by his knowledge , by his wisdom. I am sorry , as I know  “knowledge” and “wisdom” are not the same.

      By this time , the knowledge I have gained by my friend and by my dad , shows me that Henry Kissinger words were correct “Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac” and words of Crisp Quentin “I expect that rape and murder , either separately or mixed together ,fill the fantasies of most men and all stylists. They are the supreme acts of ascendancy over others; they yields the only moments when a man is certain beyond all doubt that his message has been received. Of the few who live out these dreams, some preface rape with murder so as to avoid embracing a partner who might criticize their techniques”. 

I know most of you have not understood my thoughts and I can assure you that I am also in the queue. Few minutes back I cleaned an old bag where I found Ramana Maharishi’s book “Self realization”. I picked and started reading it in random. Its gist (in my own words: not quoted by Ramana Maharishi or anyone) was “Inner knowledge i.e knowledge of the self gives you an ultimate power of creation and destruction. Since the whole universe exists because we believe it exits. Universe becomes a quantum space when we sleep. By quantum space , I mean a space where no dimensions of the world works , you die , people die , you met friends and foes , you kill , you bury sadness , you fly and you cry (of course you can say all this happens in real world also so what’s the difference in real and dream land . All I can say is it’s just a thin layer between conscious and unconscious world). So when we wake up that whole quantum space vanishes and next time, it will be different. Self knowledge gives you the power of non attachment, which makes you see the world as deciphered in the movie ‘Inception’. ”

At least this definition of power and knowledge was something understandable by me. But still the definitions of the knowledge and power given by friend and parents were not wrong. They are the revised definitions, in our language definitions 2.0  which says “Knowledge is what gave you the power to set the controls over the Sun” “Gather as much knowledge as you need to save your asses  and it becomes power” “ Knowledge is the certificate of the power” And power is , in hitler’s words “Deutschland wird entweder Weltmacht oder uberhaupt nicht sein : Means Germany will either be a world power or will not exist at all [Mein Kamph 1927]” 

Our knowledge can only be finite, while our ignorance must necessarily be infinite.

--  Conjectures and Refutations(1963)

         

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             Aditya Deadpan

P.S : I am just posting it with a knowledge that it’s a note filled with confused power of my mind .

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.

Some pics which speaks a lot.

Whenever i see these pics , certain stories start floating in my mind. No words to describe them.

                                                          This is my favorite one

Silence Prevails,
Aditya Deadpan

Shadows and Dust -Part II

From December 1, 2010

If you have not gone through the Part-1 , the read it first : http://thedarknesswithinlight.blogspot.com/2010/03/shadows-and-dust-part-i.html

It was about 11:30 pm when my flight had landed at New Delhi Terminal -3. In fact I had chosen such a late flight as it was quite within my stretched financial limits. It had been nearly eight long years; I had spent any fest with the family so this time I decided to visit them before it’s too late. Rephrasing an old adage “Give others time to miss you but not so much that they start enjoying living without you”. I was pretty excited about my trip as and I had chalked out several plans to spend time with family and meet college friends without any floating transcendental thoughts in my mind.

At the dark hours of the night, with all around people in the airport rushing from one end to the other, some sipping coffee to keep them warm in the chilling winters of Delhi and other reading the newspaper/magazines to held their heads up till their flight times and few like me just waiting for the night to get over and leave the airport for another destination. Listening to the old song ‘Chupke se of Sathaiyaa movie’ , I was just going over the pages of my new read ‘Jhumpa Lahri’s - Unaccustomed earth’ . I was feeling thirsty so went to drink water. Found one government installed drinking water tap, so thought of giving it a try. But as always being a fickle minded personality, I looked for the hooks for how to use that tap. Struggled for few minutes and finally quit this plan of drinking from that tap. In my heart I was scolding government for installing such complicated machines and that too without any instruction set on how to use it. I was about to move back to my seat with an heavy heart , that a girl child of merely 7-8 years came and start using that tap . Flabbergasted to see this, I looked back how she was using this equipment. I laughed at myself that what a big generation gap it was between me and them. I being working in so called the most ebullient and innovative industry, was unable to find it usage and this kiddo who merely know how to speak her name use that machine on the fly. Once she was done, I followed her foot steps to fulfill my thirst. I drank more than what I wanted only to make sure my fake varchasav (Varchasav : an socio-politics term means urge to attain complete power ) . I turned back to say thanks to that kiddo for saving my fifty bucks on water. She replied me back with an unexplainable smile and welcomed my thanks. I had a candy in my pocket so I offered her that but she being aware of the swindled humanism of people, refused to take it. I understood the pure intentions behind that so didn’t force her and ate it in front of her ;-) .

She went back to her parents and I came to my seat. Again I was back to the story of a Bengali ‘Partho da’ in love of an English lady in the book I was reading . Out of the blues of the babbling silence, of the people’s chitchat and running footsteps, someone patted my back. I turned back and found that sweet kiddo looking at me with stunning looks. I was in a confusion that had I done something wrong. I, with fumbling heart, asked her “what happened beta ?”. She raised her temples and asked me “Are you are a computer engineer or an I.T engineer?”. As soon as those words as electrical pulses hit my neurons, It didn’t take even seconds to realize that Sabnam was somewhere around. I smiled and started groping for words but was just speechless with a smile on my face. Without wasting any time, I asked her “where is She?”. Aah , Someone knocked my head with a plastic bottle and I turned back and saw her . With one hand rubbing I was my forehead and with other hand , pinching my body to check that it was not a dream. For next few seconds, it was just silence which surrounded both of us and then she said “How are you ? How long ? Do you remember we met ... ??” . I replied “Yes, too long and I do remember that day in coffee house”. I was not able to accept the reality at that time, I was thinking it’s a dream or a dream within dream something even more complicated than Christopher Nolan’s ‘Inception’. I just looked at her face and kept on looking at her. Before I utter something, she put another bunch of questions “Why so silent? What are you upto now a days? How is my daughter looking ? Doesn’t she look the same as I had described?” .I replied all her queries in very few words “Do you still remember the conversation we had on that day?”. She replied “Word by word”. I always thought that for her , it’s would had been a normal conversation that we had on that day but with her answer I was again back to the space , floating somewhere back in time and then again I regained myself . Shook my head and asked her “would you like a cup of coffee; I need it to come back from the blackout zone”. She said “which blackout zone?? What are you talking? Are you fine?” I just smiled back and moved toward the Costa coffee counter and got two cups of cappuccino and a nutrition bar for the kid. I said “She is the same as you described”. She reverted with another sequence of questions “Ooh , really then why didn’t you recognized her in the first instance ? Where are you settled at? What are you doing now-a-days? ..” and many more . It’s been very less time in my life, when I really felt ‘loss of words’. One such incidence was during my toefl exam when I had to speak impromptus on some topic and I just blacked out . And next was in front of questions. With such hustling – bustling airport, I can sense the silence in the air but with the caffeine going inside , Its kicking me back to the world. Her girl was ditto like her. I replied few of her queries and after each reply she kept on adding a payload “you are an I.T engineer”. And all could revert was a smile.

I then asked her ‘how is her family and job , still in Calcutta and where she is leaving for now along with her daughter’ . She told that her husband has got a job in Saudi Arabia and She had returned from Saudi few weeks ago to spend some time with family at Lucknow and was taking tomorrow’s morning flight for Calcutta to visit her parent-in-laws . Then I asked her about life outside India. It was like I touched some dangling pointer and their occurred a segmentation fault. I could feel the presence of resentment in her eyes. I said “sorry I just asked it , change the topic if you don’t like telling it”. She said “Nothing like that , it’s just boring to be there . Women don’t have freedom to do things as freely as here, religion has hard emotion and fundamentalism attached and most important I haven’t made any friend to talk with till now and have no job” . I understood what she really was going through as I always feel that “We are unique but not so unique”, means whatever we do, however we live but in the end of the day, we want someone to talk with, someone who could listen our overflowing stack of thoughts and give us some directions to marshal them along with discussing their thought process. So knowing her problem, I again smiled back and this time with a little giggle. She felt offended and yelled at me “You are also others, taking it for granted”. The way she yelled , I eschewed my reasons to laugh because It was like if I would have smiled again , she might slap me down and I never wanted to experience that . I replied her “I am not laughing at your situation, was just trying visualize it.” She replied “oo yaa, so what did you visualize my I.T Engineer”. I again giggled looking at her eyes.

We exchanged what I believed were secret smiles and in those moments I felt that she understood me better than anyone else in this world. Her daughter recited several rhymes which made me laugh as her innocence and her acts which made me nostalgic about me freaking past. She reminded me being a child who blows up a bubble of soap. At first the bubble is very small, but it is already spherical. Then the child blows the bubble up very softly, until he/she is afraid that it will burst. And being a child like her, she rejoiced in those little bursts also. And I and Sabnam were just smiling at each other. But aah whats this ??? I could hear the sudden siren filling up the silence in the air. The sound was increasing like hell and I was feeling like soon it’s going to penetrate through my ear drums. I put my hands on her kid’s ears and closed my eyes praying to God. Suddenly someone juddered me. I opened my eyes and it was Rounak shouting at me to stop my alarm clock. I looked here and there , touched the wall and the cold floor to see if this is a dream or that was a dream. Till today I don’t know which was a dream, one in which I was smiling and enjoying or one which just petrified me to a stone man .
“In every girl's life there is a boy she never forgets. In every boy's life there's a girl he can never get.”

From November 19, 2010

The Voidness : शून्यता

Reading about Voidness and its importance in life :

In psychology ,Voidness is described as the period of time, during which we are involved in an overt or covert compulsive act. Due to our limited awareness from being withdrawn from our surroundings...there is a gap in memory..or pocket of time where our awareness is limited. (e.g. - We may be trapped in a mental compulsion while someone is talking to us and not remember much of what they had said by the time we are done). Conversely, this term has also been used to describe the period of time one use to spend in obsessive-compulsive behavior. There is an increasing lack of tension in the gap of one’s thoughts as the occurrence of their symptoms begin to decrease

Śūnyatā : शून्यता signifies that everything one encounters in life is empty of absolute identity, permanence, or an in-dwelling 'self'. This is because everything is inter-related and mutually dependent - never wholly self-sufficient or independent. All things are in a state of constant flux where energy and information are forever flowing throughout the natural world giving rise to and themselves undergoing major transformations with the passage of time.



Anātman :अनात्मन् refers to the notion of "not-self". In the early texts, the Buddha commonly uses the word in the context of teaching that all things perceived by the senses (including the mental sense) are not really "I" or "mine", and for this reason one should not cling to them.

The monk Ananda, the attendant to Gautama Buddha asked, "It is said that the world is empty, the world is empty, lord. In what respect is it said that the world is empty?" The Buddha replied, "Insofar as it is empty of a self or of anything pertaining to a self: Thus it is said, Ananda, that the world is empty." He goes on to explain that what is meant by "the world" is the six sense media and their objects, and elsewhere says that to theorize about something beyond this realm of experience would put one to grief.

The fundamental reason for suffering is human beings' ignorance (Pāli: avijjā; Sanskrit: avidyā) – our inability to perceive how things really are. We regard "what is impermanent as permanent, what is suffering as pleasure, and what is not-self [Pāli: anattā; Sanskrit: anātman] as self."


यदा यदा हि धर्मस्य ग्लानिर्भवति भारत ।
अभ्युत्थानमधर्मस्य तदात्मानं सृजाम्यहम् ॥४-७॥
परित्राणाय साधूनां विनाशाय च दुष्कृताम् ।
धर्मसंस्थापनार्थाय सम्भवामि युगे युगे ॥४-८॥

yada yada hi dharmasya
glanir bhavati bharata
abhyutthanam adharmasya
tadatmanam srjamy aham

Transliteration:

"Whenever and wherever there is a decline in religious practice, O descendant of Bharata, and a predominant rise of irreligion—at that time I descend Myself."



असतो मा सद्गमय
तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय
मृत्योर् मा अमृतं गमय
ॐ शांति शांति शांति
Asato maa sadgamaya
Tamaso maa jyotirgamaya
Mṛtyor maa amṛtan gamaya
Aum shaanti shaanti shaanti


“Oh Almighty! Lead us from the unreal (falsity)
to the real (truth) from darkness to light!
From death to immortality!
Oh Almighty! May there be Peace! Peace! Peace!”



Sorry on this serious Note , it reminded me of a funny story on तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय part.

एक सज्जन ने एक घटना सुनायी थी... !!!

एक माँ ने अपने पुत्र से, जो कि कक्षा 10 का छात्र था, एक प्रश्न किया -
"तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय... संस्कृत के इस सद् वाक्य का अर्थ बता सकते हो।"

रात का समय था, संयोग से बिजली भी चली गयी और अंधेरा छा गया।

पुत्र बोला - "हाँ, क्यों नहीं माँ, बहुत आसान है, इसका अर्थ है कि -
माँ, तुम सो जाओ, (तमसो मा) बिजली चली गयी है (ज्योतिर्गमय) "

माता ने झल्ला कर कहा, "तुझे कुछ नहीँ मालूम, कल ठीक से पढ़ कर बताना"

अगले दिन दोपहर का समय था -

माँ - "क्यों बेटा, अब पढ़ लिया, अब तो बताओ कि तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय का क्या अर्थ है"

पुत्र - "हाँ, कल कुछ ग़लती हो गयी थी, इसका अर्थ है -

माँ, तुम सो जाओ (तमसो मा), मैं ज्योति के साथ जा रहा हूँ (ज्योतिर्गमय) "

इस घटना मैंने अपने एक मित्र को भी बताया, अभी उसके वास्तविक अर्थ पर बात नहीं हुयी थी। वहाँ पर उन मित्र का पुत्र भी मौजूद था, जब उससे भी यह प्रश्न किया गया, तो वह तपाक से बोला -

"इस स्लोगन को कहीँ देखा है, - हो न हो, यह भैया के स्कूल का ही स्लोगन है!"

अब देखते हैं कि देश के अन्य भावी कर्णधारों का क्या मत है इस विषय पर।




Jai Hind,
Aditya Dogra

Shadows and Dust -Part I

It was long time i was thinking to pen down something for Sabnam , the only romantic trance in my life. For most of my friends and well wishers ,she is just my imagination but i know she is more than "Just Imagination" . It was long back when I first saw her in the coffee house of Calcutta. She was as beautiful as the morning dew on the rose. It was 27th October, 2005 . The azure sky with some babbling college street and in all this she came into the coffee house. I was alone waiting for my orders and with some murky thoughts in my minds. She came and asked me if she could join me . At that time , i was famous as a misogynist among friends so as expected behavior, i didnt reply her.She put her books and sat on the chair next to me. It was a month of October and Durgapuja celebrations were at acme in Calcutta . She was carrying a book on idols and pandals. I was carrying some of the engineering books as college street used to be the hub for cheap books and we used to come there once in a semester. I picked one book out of my bag and started reading the book as if I was a great technocrat ;-). But that what Coffee house was for . This Coffee house was always crowed with people discussing political situations ,revolutions, movements and chit chat of guys-gals and with slow moving fans and Cow boy waiters. As soon as you enter here , you would find yourself involved in some discussion or the other and of course the service was that slow that you need some discussion to pass your time . But amidst all these discussions and noisy environment, our table was surrounded with silence . Then suddenly she asked me "Tummi Bengali ache (Are you a bengali?)" . Perplexed with her question , I replied with a head shake "NO" with no word uttered from my mouth.Before I start looking down ,She put another question in front of me "You are a computer engineer" . Mustering all my courage , one word came out of my mouth "NO". Before she put forth her next question, my order came and deep in my heart I was happy that now I will concentrate on eating so no need to reply her questions. i started eating Chicken noodles with a cup of hot coffee. I was acting like while eating i dont look up. I could see that she was looking at me but completely ignoring her. Suddenly she waived her hand infront of my eyes and said "I am not going to eat your food, I am a veggy so you can eat it with your head up" . I gave a crooked smile as if i was a some james bond ;-) . I said thats not an issue , its a habit. She smiled and said it ok ,she was just joking. Then I also thought that it really ill mannered behavior if i will keep on eating like that. So i decided to wait for her order to come. Till then she again asked me the same question "Are you a computer engineer" and this time i appended some more words "No, I am an I.T engineer" . She looked at me and laughed . I said "I am not joking like you . I am an IT engineer and IT engineer are different from computer engineer". She stopped laughing and replied "Ooh really, how they are different ..i thought both are same , just different terminologies". Now since she had challenged my answer so i decided to prove my point . I told her this and that logic, i was then groping for words .Suddenly the cow boy came in (i.e the waiter of coffee house : I call them cow boys as they were like dictators of coffee house ) with a plate same chicken noddles as in my counter . I thought of asking her that why she lied to me about being veggy but than thought how it matters to me. She put the plate down and said "Speak out , whats in your mind?? I am non-vegetarian and working in IBM as Software engineer". i was flabbergasted as i thought that she must be some arts student because she was carrying some arts and crafts book on Durgapuja. I , with a distorted look , replied "Okay". We continued eating and had coffee with no words transfer . Once i was done , I called the cow boy and asked for bill and so did she . We paid our bills and I started picking up my stuff . She asked me "tummi kothaye jabe (Where are you going now)". I replied "back to the my heaven". She smiled and asked "where is that" . "REC, Durgapur" ,said I . She told that she was also going toward railway station and so lets go together. I nodded my head stating ok. We took an auto for railway station. In the auto , she told me that her name was Sabnam and she was from Lucknow basically, she was married and had one daughter . She even showed me her daughter's photograph. She talked and talked on the whole way down. Whenever I tried to ignore her talks , she gave baleful look as if she would slap me . She told me lots of stories, about her family, parents, parent-in-laws , her daughter ,her husband and how her home was like and how her office was like, the struggles of her life and the most memorable moments of her life. I kept shaking my head for the whole time. Soon the howrah railway station came and I took my luggage out of the auto . She paid the auto fair , i resisted but she replied "You have listened my talks and think its a fee of bearing with me ". I replied "No, thats not fair. I was enjoying your talks". She told "ooh, really .. I am elder than you kiddo, I have lived more than you, seen more that .. and I know I.T and computer engineer are not different". I was like a numb looks like no words left in my mind. I started walking toward the station with fast beating heart , that much fast that in the hustle bustle of the station, i could hear my heart beat . I got into the train "Danapur express" , but in the obscurity of the journey, I keep on thinking for her simplicity and her extravagant talkings. Reached Hostel late dark night with her words illuminating my mind. Till today , whenever i close my eyes, her face comes infront of my mind with her stories and words flowing out of herself.She was not the most beautiful lady or nothing like that , She was a loquacious lady with an unfailingly jovialness.


All my college friends know about the authenticity of the narration.

Regards,
Aditya Dogra
P.S : Its part-I of the story because I met her again in somewhere in delhi. Zindagi ke kiss morh par unn se mulakat hogi aisa socha nahi tha .

Cherishing thoughts

Yesterday I got one book "Stray birds by Rabindranath tagore ". In my opinion its not a book , its a compilation of the best lines you can ever read in your lifetime.

Before moving ahead in listing some of the lines which have been carved out in my mind, i will like to share an awesome poem by Rabindranath tagore :

WHERE THE MIND IS WITHOUT FEAR

Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high;

Where knowledge is free,
Where the world has not been
broken up into fragments
by narrow domestic walls;

Where words come out
from the depth of truth;

Where tireless striving
stretches its arm towards perfection;

Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way
into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;

Where the mind
is led forward by thee into
ever-widening thought and action

Into that heaven of freedom,
my Father, let my country awake.



Now since you have read one of the masterpiece , let me start typing the lines which i loved from the Book i mentioned above :

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THE mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
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"WHAT language is thine, O sea?"
"The language of eternal question."
"What language is thy answer, O sky?
"The language of eternal silence."
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WHAT you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow
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"MOON, for what do you wait?"
"To salute the sun for whom I must make way."
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THE fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing,
But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
YOUR idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.
MAN does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.
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MY day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.
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THE sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
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GOD says to man, "I heal you therefore I hurt, love you therefore punish."
THANK the flame for its light, but do not forget the lampholder standing in the shade with constancy of patience.
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WHAT is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?
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LET life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
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IN death the many becomes one; in life the one becomes many.
Religion will be one when God is dead.
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POWER said to the world, "You are mine.
The world kept it prisoner on her throne.
Love said to the world, "I am thine."
The world gave it the freedom of her house.
I CAST my own shadow upon my path, because I have a lamp that has not been lighted
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DREAM is a wife who must talk.
Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.
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THE night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, "I am death, your mother. I am to give you fresh birth."
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THE Great is a born child; when he dies he gives his great childhood to the world.
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ASKS the Possible to the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling place?"
"In the dreams of the impotent," comes the answer.
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THE leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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STORM of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark, has begun to play and shout.
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"I AM ashamed of my emptiness," said the Word to the Work.
"I know how poor I am when I see you," said the Work to the Word.
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ONE sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night,--"I loved you."
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THE flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
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"WHO is there to take up my duties?" asked the setting sun.
"I shall do what I can, my Master," said the earthen lamp.
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"THE learned say that your lights will one day be no more." said the firefly to the stars.
The stars made no answer.
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EITHER you have work or you have not.When you have to say, "Let us do something," then begins mischief.
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THE sunshine greets me with a smile. The rain, his sad sister, talks to my heart.
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I AM like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its memories in silence.
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HE who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.
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DARKNESS travels towards light, but blindness towards death.
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LET my doing nothing when I have nothing to do become untroubled in its depth of peace like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.
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MEN are cruel, but Man is kind.
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THE raindrop whispered to the jasmine, "Keep me in your heart for ever."
The jasmine sighed, "Alas," and dropped to the ground.
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THIS life is the crossing of a sea, where we meet in the same narrow ship.
In death we reach the shore and go to our different worlds.
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DEATH belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.
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THE night's flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shivered and sighed and dropped to the ground.
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THE day of work is done. Hide my face in your arms, Mother. Let me dream.
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ONE word keep for me in thy silence, O World, when I am dead, "I have loved."
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LET the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.
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I HAVE seen thee as the half-awakened child sees his mother in the dusk of the dawn and then smiles and sleeps again.
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THE silent night has the beauty of the mother and the clamorous day of the child.
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I DREAM of a star, an island of light, where I shall be born and in the depth of its quickening leisure my life will ripen its works like the ricefield in the autumn sun.
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THE smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chant of praise from the voiceless multitude of the insignificant.
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I HAVE scaled the peak and found no shelter in fame's bleak and barren height. Lead me, my Guide, before the light fades, into the valley of quiet where life's harvest mellows into golden wisdom.
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THERE are tracts in my life that are bare and silent. They are the open spaces where my busy days had their light and air.
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Chalo , Now you find which line inspires or aspires you most , and till then I will go in my imaginary world.My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.