Some quotes by "wise" people
By Ralph Waldo Emerson:
- When a man is pushed, tormented, defeated, he has a chance to learn something
- What you are comes to you
- Solitude is impractical and yet society is fatal
- Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail
By Elbert Hubbard:
- If men could only know each other, they would neither idolize nor hate
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
Powerful song
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your hand.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
[x2]
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I am a dreamer and when i wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
[x2]
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bare my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your hand.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
[x2]
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I am a dreamer and when i wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
[x2]
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bare my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
God's hand!!
God works in mysterious ways, they say.
I say (S)He screws humans (prudes, f-off!!) in mysterious ways. I am stuck in this country now where liquor is banned.
Did you get that - NO ALCOHOL i.e. no whiskey, no beer...
FOR A MONTH!!
AAAAARRRGGH!!!
Later update:
Not a month but two months!! Double AAAAARRRGGH!!!
I say (S)He screws humans (prudes, f-off!!) in mysterious ways. I am stuck in this country now where liquor is banned.
Did you get that - NO ALCOHOL i.e. no whiskey, no beer...
FOR A MONTH!!
AAAAARRRGGH!!!
Later update:
Not a month but two months!! Double AAAAARRRGGH!!!
Monday, June 18, 2007
Mumbai - a graveyard
I have become a zombie traveler. It takes me ~1.5hours one way p2p between office and home so that's 3 hours a day. During these 3 hours my productivity is zero in all aspects. Instead negative energy surges…
Friday, June 15, 2007
Mumbai labels
Different kind of people and phenomenon easily seen around, mostly in local trains
(Courtesy The Wandering Sage)
"Spotitis" – an inflammation at the “rear spot” that triggers that relentless and single-view pursuit of “that spot is my spot” behavior
"Veerus"– hanging with both hands spread apart on train hand-holds waiting for their Basanti while consuming max space and spreading their aroma for all to inhale
"Tarzans" – Close brothers of “Veeru” but they just hold single hand-hold with both hands and keep rocking on it. Pot-bellied people are the est here as they do a real good belly dance involuntarily
“Coolie” – they would rather carry their luggage on them on the upper body consuming more space than holding it around the legs where there is more space
More added later:
Sept 12, 2007
"Guards" or "Sewer blockage" - These souls descended upon earth with the sole purpose of guarding (or blocking) the entry to the local train coach from any mortal who dares to attempt the same. They would also make sure that they do a proper job of blocking as much possible of the air that could flow inside the suffocating coach. The mortal who tries that has to come up with all the innovative ideas to be successful in this attempt in vanity in addition to the usual discarding of any etiquette.
(Courtesy The Wandering Sage)
"Spotitis" – an inflammation at the “rear spot” that triggers that relentless and single-view pursuit of “that spot is my spot” behavior
"Veerus"– hanging with both hands spread apart on train hand-holds waiting for their Basanti while consuming max space and spreading their aroma for all to inhale
"Tarzans" – Close brothers of “Veeru” but they just hold single hand-hold with both hands and keep rocking on it. Pot-bellied people are the est here as they do a real good belly dance involuntarily
“Coolie” – they would rather carry their luggage on them on the upper body consuming more space than holding it around the legs where there is more space
More added later:
Sept 12, 2007
"Guards" or "Sewer blockage" - These souls descended upon earth with the sole purpose of guarding (or blocking) the entry to the local train coach from any mortal who dares to attempt the same. They would also make sure that they do a proper job of blocking as much possible of the air that could flow inside the suffocating coach. The mortal who tries that has to come up with all the innovative ideas to be successful in this attempt in vanity in addition to the usual discarding of any etiquette.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Carryover:
The eternal urge:
To have just one person, that one true person...
Wisdom:
"A man is born alone and dies alone; he should then be capable enough to live alone as well."
- Sage A
Memories are the only bequest a man taketh and leaveth, after a lifetime
- Wandering Sage
Thought is a bird of space which in the cage of words might unfold its wings but cannot fly
- Khalil Gibrahan
A quote in the movie "The Motorcycle Diaries":
"What do we leave behind when we cross each frontier? Each moment seems split in two; melancholy for what was left behind and the excitement of entering a new land."
Splendid...
Ashes and Snow:
Got to see the most amazing visual imagery ever. An exhibition "Ashes and Snow" by Gregory Colbert in NYC.
Plain mesmerizing, hypnotizing...
A Poem "If" by Rudyard Kipling:
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
The key:
All that is needed is Love
Lyrics in a song:
I wanted you to know, I love the way you laugh
I want to hold you high, and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph, and I know it serves me well
I want to hold you high, and steal your pain.
'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.
You gotta win, you don't feel me anymore.
The worst is over now, and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, and steal my pain away
There is so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high, and steal your pain.
'Coz Im broken, when I'm open
And I feel like that I'm strong enough
'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.
'Coz I'm broken, when I'm open
And I don't feel like that I'm strong enough
'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.
'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.
'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone.
You gotta win, you don't feel me anymore.
Lyrics in another song:
I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
Thats why i need you to hear
Some sayings:
"To stay wild is a battle in this insipid world".
"Stay raw, stay alive, let not the matrix of the mundane weave the web over your eyes; for we have just one life."
"Go with the flow"
Came across a quotation:
"Fear is the foundation of most governments." by John Adams.
In today's context it just seems so uncannily true.
The organization of "government'" created by the human civilization -
This is the entity who's creation is said to have resulted in such a massive growth in the human society as has been witnessed during the past 200 years. Will it be the cause of our downfall too?
The last few lines of "A river runs through it" by Norman Maclean:
Indirectly though Paul was always present in my father's thoughts. I remember the last sermon I heard him give not long before his own death. "Each one of us here today will, at one time in our lives look upon a loved one who is in need and ask the same question - "we are willing to help, lord but what, if anything,is needed?" It is true we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we don't know what part of ourselves to give or, more often than not, the part we have to give is not wanted. And so it is those we live with and should know, who elude us but we can still love them. We can love completely without complete understanding. Now nearly all those I loved and did not understand in my youth are dead even Jessie but I still reach out to them. Of course, now I'm too old to be much of a fisherman and now I usually fish the big waters alone although some friends think I shouldn't. But when I am alone in the half-light of the canyon all existence seems to fade to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the big black foot river and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. Eventually, all things merge into one and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
The NATO phonetic alphabet:
Alpha Bravo Charlie Delta Echo Foxtrot Golf Hotel India Juliet Kilo Lima Mike November Oscar Papa Quebec Romeo Sierra Tango Uniform Victor Whiskey Xray Yankee Zulu
To have just one person, that one true person...
Wisdom:
"A man is born alone and dies alone; he should then be capable enough to live alone as well."
- Sage A
Memories are the only bequest a man taketh and leaveth, after a lifetime
- Wandering Sage
Thought is a bird of space which in the cage of words might unfold its wings but cannot fly
- Khalil Gibrahan
A quote in the movie "The Motorcycle Diaries":
"What do we leave behind when we cross each frontier? Each moment seems split in two; melancholy for what was left behind and the excitement of entering a new land."
Splendid...
Ashes and Snow:
Got to see the most amazing visual imagery ever. An exhibition "Ashes and Snow" by Gregory Colbert in NYC.
Plain mesmerizing, hypnotizing...
A Poem "If" by Rudyard Kipling:
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
The key:
All that is needed is Love
Lyrics in a song:
I wanted you to know, I love the way you laugh
I want to hold you high, and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph, and I know it serves me well
I want to hold you high, and steal your pain.
'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.
You gotta win, you don't feel me anymore.
The worst is over now, and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, and steal my pain away
There is so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high, and steal your pain.
'Coz Im broken, when I'm open
And I feel like that I'm strong enough
'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.
'Coz I'm broken, when I'm open
And I don't feel like that I'm strong enough
'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.
'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.
'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone.
You gotta win, you don't feel me anymore.
Lyrics in another song:
I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
Thats why i need you to hear
Some sayings:
"To stay wild is a battle in this insipid world".
"Stay raw, stay alive, let not the matrix of the mundane weave the web over your eyes; for we have just one life."
"Go with the flow"
Came across a quotation:
"Fear is the foundation of most governments." by John Adams.
In today's context it just seems so uncannily true.
The organization of "government'" created by the human civilization -
This is the entity who's creation is said to have resulted in such a massive growth in the human society as has been witnessed during the past 200 years. Will it be the cause of our downfall too?
The last few lines of "A river runs through it" by Norman Maclean:
Indirectly though Paul was always present in my father's thoughts. I remember the last sermon I heard him give not long before his own death. "Each one of us here today will, at one time in our lives look upon a loved one who is in need and ask the same question - "we are willing to help, lord but what, if anything,is needed?" It is true we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we don't know what part of ourselves to give or, more often than not, the part we have to give is not wanted. And so it is those we live with and should know, who elude us but we can still love them. We can love completely without complete understanding. Now nearly all those I loved and did not understand in my youth are dead even Jessie but I still reach out to them. Of course, now I'm too old to be much of a fisherman and now I usually fish the big waters alone although some friends think I shouldn't. But when I am alone in the half-light of the canyon all existence seems to fade to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the big black foot river and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. Eventually, all things merge into one and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
The NATO phonetic alphabet:
Alpha Bravo Charlie Delta Echo Foxtrot Golf Hotel India Juliet Kilo Lima Mike November Oscar Papa Quebec Romeo Sierra Tango Uniform Victor Whiskey Xray Yankee Zulu
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