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#1 Books-Poems Etc...and reviews

Post by venkatakailasam » 02 Dec 2013, 17:27

The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari: A Fable About Fulfilling Your Dreams & Reaching Your Destiny
by Robin S. Sharma ..

Wisdom to Create a Life of Passion, Purpose, and Peace..
This inspiring tale provides a step-by-step approach to living with greater courage, balance, abundance, and joy. A wonderfully crafted fable, The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari tells the extraordinary story of Julian Mantle, a lawyer forced to confront the spiritual crisis of his out-of-balance life. On a life-changing odyssey to an ancient culture, he discovers powerful, wise, and practical lessons that teach us to:

Develop Joyful Thoughts,

Follow Our Life's Mission and Calling,
Cultivate Self-Discipline and Act Courageously,
Value Time as Our Most Important Commodity,
Nourish Our Relationships, and
Live Fully, One Day at a Time...

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/4387 ... is_Ferrari
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#2 Re: Books poems Etc...and reviews

Post by venkatakailasam » 02 Dec 2013, 17:54

WORLDLY WISDOM
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
( wisdom for her has led to loss of her incautious trust in men and their motives, which she so innocently had in her youth and which she'd want to have back if given a choice)

If it were in my dead Past's power
To let my Present bask
In some lost pleasure for an hour,
This is the boon I'd ask:

Re-pedestal from out the dust
Where long ago 'twas hurled,
My beautiful incautious trust
In this unworthy world.

The symbol of my own soul's truth--
I saw it go with tears--
The sweet unwisdom of my youth--
That vanished with the years.

Since knowledge brings us only grief,
I would return again
To happy ignorance and belief
In motives and in men.

For worldly wisdom learned in pain
Is in itself a cross,
Significant mayhap of gain,
Yet sign of saddest loss.
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Post by venkatakailasam » 10 Dec 2013, 21:12

Don’t Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow–
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out–
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.

- Author unknown
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Post by venkatakailasam » 14 Dec 2013, 17:11

"Always continue the climb. It is possible for you to do whatever you choose, if you first get to know who you are

and are willing to work with a power that is greater than ourselves to do it."

ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
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Post by venkatakailasam » 15 Dec 2013, 19:36

[Short Story] The Egg - By Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty. “Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.” You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.” “So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.” “Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back. “I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
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Post by venkatakailasam » 16 Dec 2013, 18:50

THE WORD
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
(Beautifully 'WORD'ED)
Oh, a word is a gem, or a stone, or a song,
Or a flame, or a two-edged sword;
Or a rose in bloom, or a sweet perfume,
Or a drop of gall, is a word.

You may choose your word like a connoisseur,
And polish it up with art,
But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays,
Is the word that comes from the heart.

You may work on your word a thousand weeks,
But it will not glow like one
That all unsought, leaps forth white hot,
When the fountains of feeling run.

You may hammer away on the anvil of thought,
And fashion your word with care,
But unless you are stirred to the depths, that word
Shall die on the empty air.

For the word that comes from the brain alone,
Alone to the brain will speed;
But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays,
Oh! that is the word men heed.
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Post by bagyamananthu41 » 18 Dec 2013, 12:06

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (November 5, 1850 – October 30, 1919) was an American author and poet. Her best-known work was Poems of Passion.

Her most enduring work was "Solitude", which contains the lines: "Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone".

Her autobiography, The Worlds and I, was published in 1918, a year before her death.

Solitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Post by venkatakailasam » 19 Dec 2013, 21:02

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my composition..

Path is not always what it looks from out side..
Expect not flowery petals all along the way
There will be thorny bushes on the way
And also, wild animals to encounter…
And scornful looks alaround
There may be tearful partings..
Wisdom may require painful learning..
Smiles and sighs are part of this learning
Do not falter …keep going
Even though for a crippled one,
Like me...
Path is not his choice
Sai will choose
venkat k

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Post by venkatakailasam » 28 Dec 2013, 11:07

You are my first love..
None else to love me,
I am sick and also crippled..
No concept left with me now..

With my thoughts weried and incohesive’
The better of my thinking left me to be alone
Confused and sad and
None to hold my hand

And crying with in myself …
This is the time I need you most
To be by my side …
Oh! my beloved Music
venkat k

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Post by venkatakailasam » 05 Jan 2014, 18:36

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What is it that she is listening…
I am here…your brother! Will always be by your side
Not allowing you to feel lonely
And an assurance that she will be loved always
And will never allow tears to roll down from her eyes..
Will fill her life like warmth as on a winter day.
Make your thoughts to bloom in to a flowery garden
With butterflies fluttering high…….
venkat k

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Post by venkatakailasam » 20 Jan 2014, 06:56

A Book

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!

by Emily Dickinson
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Post by venkatakailasam » 20 Jan 2014, 06:59

All You Who Sleep Tonight

All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above -

Know that you aren't alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.
by Vikram Seth
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Post by venkatakailasam » 20 Jan 2014, 18:36

A poem by William Blake.

Laughing Song

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

When the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing 'Ha, ha he!'

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of 'Ha, ha, he!'
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Post by venkatakailasam » 23 Jan 2014, 09:42

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An elderly couple well above eighties
A bit away from the place
Where the buses stop
Seen sitting on the pavement..
Sharing a bun bought from a nearby tea shop..
It was not equally cut…the bigger slice was given to the
Husband while the smaller one retained by her…
No! Exclaimed the man and thrust the bigger one to her..
A passerby gave them a few chips
It was their earning now!
They moved nearer to the tea shop
And took another one along with a cup of tea…
What struck me most was their intimacy
And their eagerness to share more for the other..
Their abode what I found was the stone wall nearby…
They hold nothing beyond that..discarded by their only son
And his cruel wife…
Driven them out snatching all their belongings…..
They now have only this stone wall where once could have been a heart..
And a tearful tale to tell…
They have a mountain stream nearby
where they can have their wash
My mind wandered as to what they would do on a
Winter night and a rainy day…..
Called to be with me in the outhouse nearby..
No! ..Happy to be as we are now…
Happy in things that we do!
We mean no disrespect…
We share the happiness that no one can snatch…

With a heart as heavy as the stone behind them I returned !!
Thinking that it was life's contentment!!
venkat K
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Post by venkatakailasam » 31 Jan 2014, 21:03

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Four kids have four bags..
What they carry are not the same….
Bags full of books with smiles filling their cheeks..
Hurrying to the school burying the tender feelings at home
To become a learned man of to morrow..

Gunny bag on the shoulder and a stick on the hand
To drive away the barking dogs..
A wanderer in the street..in the street after street…
Make a living by collecting, sorting
And selling things that someone no longer needs…

Harassment and social stigma are part of their life
Never wanted to be a garbage picker…
None to help and none to know…...
As to why he is a garbage picker….
venkat k

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#16 Rag Pickers

Post by vgovindan » 31 Jan 2014, 23:43

Venkatakailasam,
Today there is a news that Mr X of Co Y has donated Rs. 225 crores for Institution Z. If he donates Rs. 225 crores, his personal wealth should be worth at least 10 times. How an individual could earn in a lifetime even 1000 crores. You may answer that he earned in the right method - he has paid all taxes. The share price Co Y jumped from Rs. 10/- to Rs. 10000/- - you may say. But whose money is that Rs. 9990/-? Where from this money came? Now you know to whom the money rightly belongs to - the rag pickers. How legitimate is legitimacy - no one knows the answer. Even if they know, they will not concede because we are all part of the system which favours illegitimacy in the name legitimate earning.
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Post by venkatakailasam » 01 Feb 2014, 15:03

Shri govindan...I agree...

I heard a story..
There were three sons..
A test was conducted as to who is the most intelligent one..
The test was …each one was given Rs.100/ and the best will be the one who fills the room…
The first and second could not fill the room..
The third one purchased a candle for Rs 1/ and lighted it..The whole room was bright with the light…
Naturally, he was declared the best..
Now the question is as to what happened to the balance of Rs 99/..
Where it has gone..??
We are facing such a thing in our country..Is it not true??
Things are bright on paper records...
Welfare measures do not reach the needy…like a rag picker..

sad..yes! I feel sad

whether I will be able to see our country industrialized and free from corruption in my life time is a ?? mark

Only an impotent anger fills my heart ...
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Post by venkatakailasam » 04 Feb 2014, 21:51

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I cannot avoid seeing..
As it is a reality of life

Not like the reality shows seen
With blistering lights around
Men and women joining together
With charming ethnic attire
And loud laughs and lavish smiles..

Poor are they…there is none to support
Except the sticks they hold
Wearing only a Gandhian attire
No shelter to live …no food to share
No pizzas to eat or cokes to drink
No smile on their grim faces
For they live in a merciless society
Injustice done keeping them Refugees
From their birth to death…

I cannot avoid seeing..them walking
Walking through their life
As it is a reality of life….
venkat k
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Post by venkatakailasam » 10 Feb 2014, 12:32

Hope is the Thing with Feathers

"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,
Yet never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

By: Emily Dickinson
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Post by venkatakailasam » 10 Feb 2014, 12:37

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Behind Me -- dips Eternity --
Before Me -- Immortality --
Myself -- the Term between --
Death but the Drift of Eastern Gray,
Dissolving into Dawn away,
Before the West begin --

'Tis Kingdoms -- afterward -- they say --
In perfect -- pauseless Monarchy --
Whose Prince -- is Son of None --
Himself -- His Dateless Dynasty --
Himself -- Himself diversify --
In Duplicate divine --

'Tis Miracle before Me -- then --
'Tis Miracle behind -- between --
A Crescent in the Sea --
With Midnight to the North of Her --
And Midnight to the South of Her --
And Maelstrom -- in the Sky --

By: Emily Dickinson
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#21 Re: Books-Poems Etc...and reviews

Post by venkatakailasam » 10 Feb 2014, 12:39

It can draw tears! Yes! Tears!
A CHILD INNOCENT AND PLAYFUL
having pleasure to be with nature
Father falling short of understanding the child psychology
Nor the potential of his sibling!
Can only inflict pricks that can hurt!
A brother full of affection for the kid!
Mother struggling between the loves for the kid
and her agony...
at the behavior of the sibling’s father!
Not to tell the teachers never failing to mock at the child!
The child feeling that his family moving away from him!!
In contrast a man with a smiling tenure showering
Love and affection and helping to bring out the potential
In the child to the surprise of every one!!
Drawing tears! Yes! Tears!!
Oh what a Picture it was!!
TZP!!!
'n'th time I have seen...again yester day!!
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#22 Re: Books-Poems Etc...and reviews

Post by venkatakailasam » 20 Mar 2014, 19:07

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To day is world Sparrows Day:

Where are you my little sparrow…
I have not seen you now for long …..
In the lazy afternoons and busy mornings
And during pleasant evenings
I have watched on my window sills
And on the balcony where my mother used to scatter
Grains and nuts for you to clamor amid fluttering little wings
With plaintive calls for more …….

You do not have a nest, I know…

To have shelter for me…..
I have removed the flowering trees

I am sorry …in my selfishness to have..
More and more comforts……I have polluted all-round

This butchering of a beautiful species…..
I know I have to answer HIM
venkat k
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#23 Re: Books-Poems Etc...and reviews

Post by Nick H » 20 Mar 2014, 19:40

One of my favourite days!

We provide one nest box, and they use it. We should give them more. Still, we have a fairly healthy flock in our garden/area. Of course, we put out rice for them every day.

Happy Sparrow Day!
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#24 Re: Books-Poems Etc...and reviews

Post by venkatakailasam » 20 Mar 2014, 20:10

Unfortunately, there is absolutely no sparrow in our area ...
When we occupied the house in 2004, there were a few..but nil now

I have grown a Neem tree which has grown very big now and another Jamoon tree also..but they cannot be seen around..

I have seen Parrots and cuckoo and also pigeon...especially in the early mornings..
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#25 Re: Books-Poems Etc...and reviews

Post by Nick H » 21 Mar 2014, 00:26

If you can grow something more bushy it just might help. They like out hibiscus and henna. We also have various climbing plants along the top of a whole length of compound wall.

The problem is, of course, that there have to be some in the nearby area to be attracted to your garden.

We have tailor birds and sunbirds. We have nesting sunbirds just outside the kitchen window :)

Of course we have crows. In fact I fear they have grown too many for the area and are quarrelsome too often.

We used to see more species. A next-door flooded plot used to be clean enough to be like a tiny lake, but it has become polluted and is now only a nuisance to all but the mosquitoes.
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