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Nay, do not grieve; gay and glee

Sarojini Naidu was known by the sobriquet “The Nightingale” of India, was a child prodigy, Indian independence activist and poet. Naidu was a great patriot, politician, orator, and administrator of all the famous women of India. Not only that, but she was truly one of the jewels of the world. Her birthday is celebrated as “Women's Day.”
This is a tiny poem written by her in days when India was struggling for freedom. Having new hopes and dreams; everyone was foreseeing India as an Independent Nation. Every Indian patriot was fighting for a new dawn of freedom. Days were deep dark and India lost esteem. In such dead dreamy nights, Naidu wrote wonderful lines and spread new aspiration. These beautiful lines through rays of light in such gloom.
It’s ancient, but the poem is relevant today as well. It’s the jewel of wisdom. When we face such gloom in life, it gives a ray of hope. It inspires us to rise above in struggle of life. Trials and trifles don’t sustain forever. It tells us not…

Mind own work

One day a new employee went to the HR and said .. I'm not interested in coming to the office anymore.”

The HR responded, “But why?”

Then the boy told “Ah! I can speculate many employees speaking badly about other Employees on back of him/her; one employee who can't talk well; Few employees looking at their fellow employees in a wrong way, there are hell lot of things that I can prove you wrong in our Office”

There are people who do a lot of politics and talk all negative all the time. Few only do gossips all the time.

The HR replied “OK. But before you go, can you do me a favour: take a full glass of water and walk three times around the office area without spilling a drop on the floor.

Afterwards, leave the Office if you wish for.”

The boy thought: it's a matter of minutes for him.

And he walked three times around the office floor.

Then he reached HR saying that he is done with it.

And the HR asked “When you were walking around the Office floor did you see any employee speaking ba…

Work is worship

अश्वस्य लक्षणं वेगः मदो मातङ्ग लक्षणम् । चातुर्यं लक्षणं नार्याः उद्योगः पुरुष लक्षणम् ॥
घोडे का लक्षण वेग है, हाथी का कद, नारी की चतुराई, और पुरुष का लक्षण उद्योग है ।
An attribute of a horse is speed, an attribute of an elephant is giant. A woman has a speciality of cleverness, and a man is known for his endeavour.
Work. What does the word mean to me ? Is it boredom or passion ? It is burden or joy ? Is it pain or pleasure ? Is it hardship or worship ?It depends upon our perception that what I do is soul feeding or soul distressing.  

A wonderful incident:  
Once a man was visiting a temple under construction. He came across three masons who were working at chipping chunks of granite from large blocks.
The first seemed unhappy at his job, chipping away and frequently looking at his watch. When the man asked what it was that he was doing, the first mason responded, rather curtly, “I’m hammering this stupid rock, and I can’t wait ’til 5 when I can go home.”
A second mason, seemingly more in…

Character of a happy man

Happiness is the at most quality in human life. We endeavor whole life to pursue it. Strange thing is that people sought it in different things. Yet for centuries the standing question in front of mankind is: where is happiness ? Mostly we search for it outside.
Spiritual leaders and philosophers have quested a lot and enlightened the mankind. And the answer is: ultimate happiness resides within us all. It is in our perception, in the way of thinking and living. When we process milk we get butter. Same is the case with happiness. When we look within, change within, process within, we get it. When thoughts are sublimed, feelings and experiences are changed.
If we have all and yet not happy; need to think over it. Ultimate goal of life and all endeavor can be the happiness only. We must process and develop it within. And one who has developed it, how he acts and how he behaves ? It is very interesting and amusing to know the character of a happy man. Here is a small easy poem by Sir Hen…

Posthumous roses

Each year he sent her roses and the note would always say, "I love you even more this year, than last year on this day. My love for you will always grow, with every passing year.”
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear. She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day. Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before the time. Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine. She trimmed the stems and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face. She would sit for hours, In her husband’s favorite chair. While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.
A year went by, and it was to live without her mate. With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour, the doorbell rang, and there were roses sitting by her door. She brought the roses in and then just looked at them in shock. Then, went to get the telephone t…