Vision

Every moment we live in is new and refreshing. We can not experience the same moment again. If we put a hand in a river, we can not feel the same water all the time. The moment I speak one word, I can not experience the same moment even after uttering the same word again. Change occurs at every moment. It is not the same moment I live in. So it is said, “Only one thing is constant, it is change.” An awesome Subhashit in Sanskrit... पुनः प्रभातं पुनरेव शर्वरी पुनः शशांकः पुनरुद्यते रविः । कालस्य किं गच्छति याति यौवनं तथापि लोकः कथितं न बुध्यते ॥ फिर से प्रभात, फिर से रात्रि, फिर से चंद्र, और फिर से सूरज का उगना ! काल का क्या जाता है ? कुछ नहीं; यह तो यौवन जाता है, (पर) लोग कहाँ समज़ते हैं ? Again a morning and again a night, again a moon and again a sun. Nothing passes but the youth. In spite of all, people do not realize. So I am here in the now and every moment is fresh and new. “Here & now” is “Fresh & new” these are simple words but when we realize

“Proclaim to the whole world with trumpet voice, there is no sin in you, there is no misery in you, you are the reservoir of omnipotent power. Arise, awake, and manifest the divinity within !” ~ Swami Vivekananda   This is a small story of a lion cub. It was in the same mental trap as we live whole life in. Mental fog is the biggest hurdle to see clearly.   There was once a baby lion left by its dying mother among some sheep. The sheep fed it and gave it shelter. The lion grew apace and said "Ba-a-a" when the sheep said "Ba-a-a". One day another lion came by. "What do you do here?" said the second lion in astonishment: for he heard the sheep-lion bleating with the rest. "Ba-a-a," said the other. "I am a little sheep, I am a little sheep, I am frightened." "Nonsense!" roared the first lion, "come with me; I will show you." And he took him to the side of a smooth stream and showed him that w

A little boy went to his old grandpa and asked, "What's the value of life?" The grandpa gave him one stone and said, "Find out the value of this stone, but don't sell it." The boy took the stone to an Orange Seller and asked him what its cost would be. The Orange Seller saw the shiny stone and said, "You can take 12 oranges and give me the stone." The boy apologized and said that the grandpa has asked him not to sell it. He went ahead and found a vegetable seller. "What could be the value of this stone?" he asked the vegetable seller. The seller saw the shiny stone and said, "Take one sack of potatoes and give me the stone." The boy again apologized and said he can't sell it. Further ahead, he went into a jewelry shop and asked the value of the stone. The jeweler saw the stone under a lens and said, "I'll give you 1 million for this stone." When the boy shook his head, the

“ Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be. ” Abraham Lincoln Down through the centuries men have sought to explain the meaning and the art of happiness. Millions upon millions of words have been written on the subject. Poets and priests, philosophers and scientists, teachers, preachers, and leaders of every age have sought to work out a simple formula for what Sir Philip Gibbs called “The eternal quest of mankind” -- a happy and contented life. For in the end happiness is what all people want, regardless of the many ways they may seek it. To be happy is the ultimate goal of all ambition, all endeavor, all hopes and plans. “ Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence. ” declared Aristotle, supreme philosopher of the ancient world. But what is happiness ? Clearly, it means vastly different things to different people. Since earliest times men have sought and found their happiness along amazingly di

Light, my light, the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light! Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the center of my life; the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love; the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth. The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light. Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light. The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling, and it scatters gems in profusion. Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling, and gladness without measure. The heaven's river has drowned its banks and the flood of joy is abroad. By Rabindranath Tagore

A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted. As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man's name embossed in gold. Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible?" And stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible. Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but r