Vision

Behold, Usha... the beautiful dawn... Heaven’s darling daughter decked in pure pious white, the goddess of worldly wealth in its entirety has slowly emerged in her magnificence and vermilion splendor to brighten the eastern hemisphere! Oh, the most lovely and lucky lady of golden hue and luster, spread your light here and everywhere to awaken us from the deep inertia of ignorance. ~ Rig Veda

A wise man once sat in the audience & cracked a joke. All laughed like crazy. After a moment he cracked the same joke again and a little less people laughed this time. He cracked the same joke again & again, when there was no laughter in the crowd, he smiled and said, “When u can’t laugh on the same joke again & again, then why do u keep crying over the same thing over and over again” Life is small and moments are less.. Don't waste it ...Just enjoy... Wonderful lines from ZMND. जब  जब  दर्द  का  बादल  छाया जब  ग़म  का  साया  लहराया जब  आंसू  पलकों  तक  आया जब  यह  तनहा  दिल  घबराया हमने  दिल  को  यह  समझाया दिल   आखिर  तू  क्यूँ  रोता  है दुनिया  में  यूँही  होता  है यह  जो  गहरे  सन्नाटे  हैं वक़्त  ने  सबको  ही  बांटे  हैं थोडा  ग़म   है...

Two men went fishing. One was an experienced fisherman, the other wasn't. Every time the experienced fisherman caught a big fish, he put it in his ice chest to keep it fresh. Whenever the inexperienced fisherman caught a big fish, he threw it back. The experienced fisherman watched this go on all day and finally got tired of seeing the man waste good fish. Why do you keep throwing back all the big fish you catch he asked. The inexperienced fisherman replied, I only have a small frying pan. Sometimes, like that fisherman, we throwback the big plans, big dreams, big jobs, big opportunities that God gives us. Our faith is too small. We laugh at that fisherman who didn't figure out that all he needed was a bigger frying pan, yet how ready are we to increase the size of our faith. Whether it's a problem or a possibility, God will never give you anything bigger than you can handle. That means we can confidently walk into anything God brings our way. You...

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times... In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age, forever. Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain, It's ancient tale of being apart or together. As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge, Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time. You become an image of what is remembered forever. You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount. At the heart of time, love of one for another. We have played along side millions of lovers, Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting, the distressful tears of farewell, Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever. Rabindranath Tagore...

Do not give up and do not give in, For hope is there to make you win. Whether through trouble or through pain, The lesson should never be in vain. Starting through the night, It might feel you have lost sight. But behold just a few moments more, And light will break through with a roar. Do not give up and do not give in, For hope is there to make you win. Anonymous

Hope is like a lighthouse in the midst of the stormy sea. However the dark and deep the night is, hope never lets us lose a heart. It always inspires us to sail on. Hope is like rays of dawn which fades all darkness and glorify everything. Here in this poem, bird is being described as a metaphor of hope. This hope bird resides in everyone. And it signs the song of divinity in the time of strain and stress. In troubles and hassles, hope never lets us lay down. Hope gives courage to rise again. It’s really a hopeful poem: Hope is the thing with feathers   That perches in the soul,   And sings the tune without the words,   And never stops at all,      And sweetest in the gale is heard;           And sore must be the storm   That could abash the little bird   That kept so many warm.      I’ve heard it in the chillest land,   And on the strangest sea;      ...

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life. This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new. At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable. Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill. By Rabindranath Tagore

One day all the employees reached the office and they saw a big advice on the door on which it was written: “Yesterday the person who has been hindering your growth in this company passed away. We invite you to join the funeral”. In the beginning, they all got sad for the death of one of their colleagues, but after a while they started getting curious to know who was that man who hindered the growth of his colleagues and the company itself. The excitement in the gym was such that security agents were ordered to control the crowd within the room. The more people reached the coffin, the more the excitement heated up. Everyone thought: “Who is this guy who was hindering my progress? Well, at least he died!” One by one the thrilled employees got closer to the coffin, and when they looked inside it they suddenly became speechless. They stood nearby the coffin, shocked and in silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul. There was a mirror inside the coff...

No one can hurt you without your consent. On the first day, as President Abraham Lincoln entered to give his inaugural address, just in the middle, one man stood up. He was a rich aristocrat. He said, “Mr. Lincoln, you should not forget that your father used to make shoes for my family.” And the whole Senate laughed; they thought they had made a fool of Abraham Lincoln. But Lincoln --- and that type of people are made of a totally different mettle. Lincoln looked at the man and said, “Sir I know that my father used to make shoes in your house for your family, and there will be many others here…. Because the way he made shoes; nobody else can. He was a creator. His shoes were not just shoes; he poured his whole soul in it. I want to ask you, have you any complaint? Because I know how to make shoes myself. If you have any complaint I can make another pair of shoes. But as far as I know, nobody has ever complained about my father’s shoe...

“Man often becomes what he believes himself to be. If I keep on saying to myself that I can’t do a certain thing, it is possible that I may end up really becoming incapable of doing it. On the contrary, if I have the belief that I can do it, I shall surely acquire the capacity to do it even if I may not have it at the beginning.” ~ Mahatma Gandhi  What I believe for myself is true for me. It doesn’t matter if it is positive or negative. What my belief is, so my persona is. Here is a wonderful poem about self-belief. It says that success lies in the quality of a will and the state of mind. If I think repeatedly that I am a loser; surely I will lose. If I think I am a winner; surely I will win.  If I want to rise in life, I must elevate my attitude. I must make sure of myself to win a prize. If I have weak beliefs; the result will be feeble. If I have strong beliefs; the result will be powerful. It is not true that stronger and faster always wins. Sooner or later he win...