Kanch Ki Khuwaish Hai Patthar
Ko Pane Ki. Ek Pal Me Toot Kar
Bikhar Jane Ki. Gam Na Tha Use
Toot Jane Ka.. Sirf Khuwaish
Thi Apne Hazar Tukde Me Yaar Ki
Tasveer Bana Ne Ki.
I have to throw in on a personal note that I didn't like history when I was in high school. I didn't study history when I was in college, none at all, and only started to do graduate study when my children were going to graduate school. What first intrigued me was this desire to understand my family and put it in the context of American history. That makes history so appealing and so central to what I am trying to do.
In life we only try to produce, to win, and enjoy the more we can; in science, to discoverand invent the more we can; in religion, to dominate (or rule over) on the greatest number of people we can; whereas the forming of the character, the further development (or in-dept analysis, "appronfondissement", Fr.) of the faculties of the intelligence ("les facultés de l'intelligence", Fr.), the refinement of the consciousness and of the heart, are considered incidental (or subordinate) things.
May your world be filled with warmth and good
cheer this Holy season, and throughout the
year. Wish your Christmas be filled with
peace and love. Merry X-mas.
Kutil Kanton Se Kaha Shringar
Hota Hai, Khatakta Aankh Me
Kaliyom Se Se Chubh Kar Paar
Hota Hai, Machala Agar Koi
Bhi Isko Hath Lagane Ko To Iski
Laaj Ka Kanta Pahredaar Hota Hia.
Why should you renounce your right to traverse the star-lit deserts of truth, of the premature comforts of an acre, house, and barn? Truth also has its roof, and bed, and board.
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, remembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea.
Maine Maut Se Kaha Ki Tu
Thode Din Tal Jaa, Maut Ne
Kaha Teri Kisi Ko Jarurat
Nahi Tu Chala Aa, Maine Kaha
Koi Hai Jo Sirf Mere Liye
Jeeta Hai, Maut Ne Kaha
Isliye Tu Roz Pani
Ki Jagah Aansu Peeta Hai.. Sagarr Se7en575
this present moment never comes to be and it never ceases to be, it is simply our minds that construct the continuity of thoughts we call time. In the present moment is nirvana.
Many friends have said to me, 'I never know when you write your books, because I've never seen you writing, or even seen you go away to write.' I must behave rather as dogs do when they retire with a bone; they depart in a secretive manner and you do not see them again for an odd half hour. They return self-consciously with mud on their noses. I do much the same.