: : Sarfaroshi ki Tamanna !! – - Inquilab Zindabad : :

Lyrics used in the movie ‘Rang De Basanti’. Here it goes — though remember these lines are not part of the original poem written by ‘Ram Prasad Bismil’

है लिये हथियार दुश्मन ताक मे बैठा उधर
और हम तैय्यार हैं सीना लिये अपना इधर
खून से खेलेंगे होली गर वतन मुश्किल में है
सरफरोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

हाथ जिनमें हो जुनून कटते नही तलवार से
सर जो उठ जाते हैं वो झुकते नहीं ललकार से
और भडकेगा जो शोला सा हमारे दिल में है
सरफरोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

हम तो घर से निकले ही थे बांधकर सर पे कफ़न
जान हथेली में लिये लो बढ चले हैं ये कदम
जिंदगी तो अपनी मेहमान मौत की महफ़िल मैं है
सरफरोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

दिल मे तूफानों की टोली और नसों में इन्कलाब
होश दुश्मन के उडा देंगे हमे रोको न आज
दूर रह पाये जो हमसे दम कहाँ मंजिल मे है
सरफरोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है

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यह  जो   जलाल  है  तेरे   चेहरे   पर

यह   उसी   का   नूर    है    बे-खबर   !

तू   समझ   रहा  है   के  तुही  तो  है 

वो  तो  कह   रहा   है   मैं   हूँ   नहीं   !

यह  मैं  ओर   तू   कि   जो  कशमकश  

यह   है   तो   वो   है   फिर    यही  ! 

जो  मैं   नहीं   तो   तू     नहीं 

जो  तू   नहीं   तो  मैं    नहीं   !

KILL THE BUDDHA (Zen Master Dae Kwang)

Lin Chi Zen Master said, "If you meet the Buddha, kill the Buddha. If you meet a Patriarch, kill the Patriarch."

Zen Master Seung Sahn says that in this life we must all kill three things: First we must kill our parents. Second, we must kill the Buddha. And lastly, we must kill him! This kind of speech is sometimes perplexing to people raised in the Judaeo-Christian tradition since we would never say this about Jesus or one of the Prophets. But the meaning here is very interesting and goes far beyond the martial language of the metaphor. Buddhism is quite unique in that its founder never said, "Believe what I say." Buddhism means find out for yourself.. i.e., kill the Buddha.

At one time, the citizens of Kesaputta asked the Buddha what they should believe. They were very confused by the many religions in vogue at that time. The Buddha said, "Do not accept anything by mere tradition. Do not accept anything just because it accords with your scriptures. Do not accept anything because it agrees with your opinions or because it is socially acceptable. Do not accept anything because it comes from the mouth of a respected person. Rather, observe closely and if it is to the benefit of all, accept and abide by it." This Sutta - the Kalama Sutta - is the root of Zen-style inquiry into the true self. 

The Buddha says in the Diamond Sutra that in his whole teaching career he never spoke a single word. In Zen, we are admonished that understanding cannot help us. The wind does not read. So, what are we left with?

just before he died the Buddha said, "Life is very short, please investigate it closely." We are left with the great question: What am I? What is a human being? In his great compassion the Buddha leaves us only with footprints pointing the way... in the end he cannot help us; we must find the answer ourselves. Zen, too, asks the question but does not have the answer. But you do, if you look inside.

Maria’s diary ( Paulo Coelho’s Blog )

Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colorful, marvelous feathers.

One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him.

She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two travelled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.

But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains!

And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird.

And she thought: “I’m going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again.”

The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.

She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said: “Now you have everything you could possibly want.” 

However, a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest.

The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid him any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.

One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.

If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realized that what had thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.

Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door.

“Why have you come?” she asked Death.

“So that you can fly once more with him across the sky,” Death replied.

“If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him ever more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again.”

:::::::::::::PRAYER:::::::::::::::::

O LORD ! Teach me  to tread upon the sea of life.

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I  LIVE  TO  HALE  THAT  SEASON

WHICH  GIFTED  MIND  HAD   FORETOLD

WHEN  MEN  SHALL  LIVE  BY  REASON

AND  NOT  ALONE  BY  GOLD !

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The Divine gives itself to those who give themselves without reserve... For them the calm, the light, the power, the bliss, the freedom, the wideness, the heights of knowledge, the seas of Ananda ---

Sri Aurobindo

: : : RUMI -- SEER OF SEERS : : :

In  Truth  Everything  and  Everyone  Is  a Shadow  of  The  Beloved

And  Our Seeking  Is  His  Seeking  and  Our  Words  Are  His  Words

We  Search  for Him  Here  and  There , While  Looking  Right  At  Him

Sitting  by  His  Side , We  Ask :  " Oh   Beloved  ,  Where  Is  The  Beloved ? "

Enough  With  Such   Questions . Let  Silence  Take  You  to  The  Core  Of  Life .

All  You   Talk   is  Worthless   When  Compared  With  

One   Whisper   Of   The   Beloved  

                                       (Page 313 - God's  Whisper , Creation's Thunder )

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The  Poor  Body  Will  Not  Move  Until  The  Spirit  Moves  ;

Until  The  Horse  Goes  Forward  ,  The  Saddlebag  Stands  Still.

SURRENDER THYSELF TO LOVE

GOD   NEVER  CREATES  SMALL  THINGS

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If  GOD  Has  Created  You  , So  Also  The  God  Has  Created  A  Path  To  Reach   Unto   Him ,  For  You

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There is nothing that I feel too humiliating for me to do ;

And there is no position , however exalted , that can make me prouder than I am already in The pride of my Lord.

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My intuition never fails me , but I fail whenever I do not listen to it.

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If anyone strikes my heart , it does not break , but it bursts , And the flame coming out of it becomes a Torch on My Path.

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Sometimes success is Defeat and defeat is Success

:::::::::::::दुविधा दूर करो :::::::::::::::

पल   पल   धोखा   देती   ये   इंद्रिया

 पल   पल   सकल्प   करता   ये  मन 

 न     नीला   है      न   पीला    है
 सब   माया   है     सब    लीला   है 

लीला    यह     कैसी     लीला    है 

न   खोल    सकू   न   बोल  ही  पाऊ

जो    बोलू    तो    सकल्प     करू 

संकल्प    करू    तो    बोलू    क्या

बिन    बोले    फिर    खोलू    क्या 
खोल   तो    दूँ    पर   तोलू   क्या 

यह   केसी     मेरी     दुविधा    है

कृपा    करो    अब    कृपा   करो 

मेरी   यह    दुविधा     दूर   करो 

मेरी    से   मैं    को   हर    लो 

तेरी   से    तैं    को    हर   लो 

तेरी   ओर    मेरी   ऐक   करो 

यह    मेल   करो    यह    मेल  करो

यह   खेल   हरो    यह   खेल    हरो

:::::::::::John Milton::::::::::::::

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts: who best

Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. 
His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait."