Vision

Life is a game; play it. Do we really feel it ? We forget it when we live. In making money, in building bungalow, in gathering lumps of gold; we forget that it’s too a play. Here is a little sweet poem that makes us realize: Life is a play. Everything is a play and articles we get are toys that God has gifted us. A little child is playing in dust with broken twig; still happy in play. We live in luxury and still unhappy with all. If a child will see us he will tell us that what a stupid game we are playing. He will refuse to spoil his morning with such pebbles. Actually we have forgotten the art of being absorbed in a play of sticks and mud. We seek costly playthings. We don’t satisfy in havings. We crave for things and rush after them. Out of experience we realize that they are unobtainable. Ultimately we lose happiness of life. It’s called an ocean of desire in philosophy. In a frail canoe, I am struggling to cross it. In hassle I forget that this life is a play and pl

The man was living with full faith in God. But all days are not same. One day in a terrible sea storm, he lost his direction and way. The ship sank in the sea. When he awoke, he found himself on a lonely island. The only survivor of a shipwreck washed up on a small, uninhabited island! He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming. Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions and food. As days have been passed he was weary. Overtired, he screamed to God to send help to be saved. He said, "It’s too long and hard to survive here. God ! Please evacuate me. I will lose faith if you don’t send a help now!" But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened; everything was lost. He was stung with gr

चित्ते प्रसन्ने भुवनं प्रसन्नं चित्ते विषण्णे भुवनं विषण्णम् । अतोऽभिलाषो यदि ते सुखे स्यात् चित्तप्रसादे प्रथमं यतस्व ॥ मन खुश हो, तो सारा जहां खुश लगता है । मन निराश हो, तो सारा जहां निराश लगता है । अतः यदि आप खुश रहना चाहते है, तो पहले अपने मनको खुश रखने का प्रयास किजीए । If mind is happy; world seems to be happy. If mind is gloomy; world seems to be gloomy. So if I am willing to be happy, try to make a mind happy. We sail in the Infinite ocean of desire : We are living in an advanced technological age. We have all information at fingertips; but still we are craving. Isn’t it seems to be a tragedy that we have all in hand; nevertheless we are running! Why is it so? I think yearning is the burning issue of this age. More we try to achieve; more we become distant from merriment. Gaiety and mirth are the real attainment of life. But we ignore it. Ignorance and annoyance from human qualities will lead us nowhere. Bhartruhari has wonderfully narrated in Vairagya Sh

The short anecdote is about a father and son. The father is wealthy and, believing his son will learn from the trip, he takes the little guy to “see how poor people live.” The dad thinks the encounter will motivate his son to work hard so that he never his live like those people. What his son learns instead blows the father away. “One day a very wealthy father took his son on a trip to the country for the sole purpose of showing his son how it was to be poor. They spent a few days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.” “After their return from the trip, the father asked his son how he liked the trip. ‘It was great, Dad,’ the son replied. ‘Did you see how poor people can be?’ the father asked. ‘Oh Yeah,’ said the son.” “After their return from the trip, the father asked his son how he liked the trip. ‘It was great, Dad,’ the son replied. ‘Did you see how poor people can be?’ the father asked. ‘Oh Yeah,’ said the son.” “’So what did

“Every man dies. Not every man really lives.” ~ William Wallace. In life we may miss to live. What needs more importance, we give it less; what needs less importance, we give it more. Here is a short story about it. A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups – porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite – telling them to help themselves to the coffee. When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: “If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups have been taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. Be assured