Sunday, April 17, 2011

Khalil Gibran Aphorishms !!

On Giving : And tomorrow, what shall tomorrow bring to the overprudent dog burying bones in the trackless sand as he follows the pilgrims to the holy city?

On Love : Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

On Marriage : Love one another but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

On Children : Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

On Eating and Drinking : When you kill a beast say to him in your heart:
"By the same power that slays you, I to am slain; and I too shall be consumed. For the law that delivered you into my hand shall deliver me into a mightier hand.
Your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven."

On Work : You have been told also life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.
And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,
And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,
And all work is empty save when there is love;
And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.

More to follow.......

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Remembrance !

March 13, 1996
5:30 am
He woke up early in the wee hours of morning to complete of study for the exam that was about to start in next few days.More then the study he wanted to pretend that he has completed his study has earned his right to watch India -Srilanka Semifinal at Eden Garden.This encounter has been loomin large in his mind since the day india beat Pakistan at high velocity encounter at Bangalore.He saw his granny performing pooja and silently slips in beside her to do his part for the match.Meanwhile granny also did her part for the match silently.

10:30 pm
He came back to his room utterly disappointed.He could not understand why this happens to him everytime.Suddenly the realisation of the loss and exams started looming large in front of him and he was on the brink of nervous breakdown.He wanted to do something outrageous.He opened his shirt and threw it towards almirah.Unknowing it hit the wire connecting the room heater placed in top of almirah.Of all places it came crashing down and hit granny leg which started bleeding.Seeing all this his father came rushing in and planted fivee fingers on his rather disheartened face.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

A Ted talk on Work-Life Balance !!

Re-iterating a thought ::

There are thousands and thousands of people leaving life of quite screaming despiration where they work long hard hours in jobs they hate to enable them to buy things they dont need to impress people they dont like !

Friday, April 8, 2011

A Musing !

Marco Polo (1254-1324) was an Italian voyager and merchant who was one of the first Europeans to travel across Asia through China, visiting the Kublai Khan in Beijing.

Kublai asks Marco, “When you return to the West, will you repeat to your people the same tales you tell me?”I speak and speak,”

Marco says, “but the listener retains only the words he is expecting... It is not the voice that commands the story: it is the ear.”