Success ...

Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than any one thing.- Abraham Lincoln
It is possible to fail in many ways...while to succeed is possible only in one way. - Aristotle
If your success is not on your own terms, if it looks good to the world but does not feel good in your heart, it is not success at all. - Anna Quindlen
You learn as much from those who have failed as from those who have succeeded. - Michael Johnson
Real success is finding your lifework in the work that you love. - David McCullough
Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed. - Emily Dickinson
I owe my success to having listened respectfully to the very best advice, and then going away and doing the exact opposite. - G. K. Chesterton
To freely bloom - that is my definition of success. - Gerry Spence
Success usually comes to those who are too busy to be looking for it. Henry David Thoreau


Try not to become a man of success but rather to become a man of value. - Albert Einstein

Numerology reading ....

Check this out at your liesure ... http://willmaster.com/numerology/

NoMaD

I rest on the dunes of the desert,
With the caravan departing from me.

The warmth of the sand,
The darkness in the sky,
All pervading loneliness
And permeating silence
refrains me from going home
And holds me to the sand.

The soothing breeze hides
The gliding luminous moon and
The myriad of twinkling stars,
Closing my eyes and renders
The song of birth and death,
The life of finding and forsaking.

The dawn of a new day,
Beckons me to life and ,
In the heat of the sand,
I persist on my voyage.

Birth Number......

Here's the link for calculating the birth number. This analysis classifies your personality. It might be interesting thing to try out at your liesure....

http://www.mcuniverse.com/Birth_Number.bn.0.html

Grow up

A man who views the world the same at fifty as he did at twenty has wasted thirty years of his life - Muhammad Ali - 1942

You’re only young once, but you can be immature forever - Larry Andersen - 1953

What a distressing contrast there is between the radiant intelligence of the child and the feeble mentality of the average adult - Sigmund Freud - 1856—1939

At twenty years of age the will reigns; at thirty the wit; at forty the judgment - Benjamin Franklin - 1706—1790

Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional - Anonymous

There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered - Nelson Mandela - 1918

When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years - Mark Twain - 1835—1910

I can’t go back to yesterday, because I was a different person then - Lewis Carroll - 1832—1898

Monday Mantras

By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest. ~ Confucius

Wisdom is the daughter of experience. ~ Leonardo da Vinci

Time ripens all things; no man is born wise. ~ Miguel de Cervantes

In seeking wisdom, the first step is silence; the second, listening the third, remembering; the fourth, practicing; the fifth, teaching others. ~ Ibn Gabirol

He's a fool who cannot conceal his wisdom. ~ Benjamin Franklin

It takes humility to seek feedback. It takes wisdom to understand it, analyze it, and appropriately act on it. ~ Stephen R. Covey

SOLITUDE Alexander Pope (1688-1744)

How happy he, who free from care
The rage of courts, and noise of towns;
Contented breaths his native air,
In his own grounds.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.

Blest! who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years slide swift away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,

Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix'd; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.

Thus let me live, unheard, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me dye;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lye.

Uncertain times .....

In my journey along time, I came across two paths.

Walking along the first path,
In the past,
Men has sown,
The seeds of hope,
Watered with patience,
And faith.
Blooming flowers charmed,
The rest to tread the path,
Again and again.

The other,

With uncertainity by his side,
Hungry for opportunities,
Thirsty for luck,
I made every step,
With a purpose and
Decision with care.
I reached the end,
With contentment of success.

I felt the warmth of sunrays,
In the departing dark clouds.
The end of the old path marked
The beginning of the new one.

Source

Success from the effort
Fire from the rock
Flower from the bud,
Pleasure from the pain,
Divine in the discarded,
Friend in the need,
All so profound and so beautiful.

Farewell .....

In the abyss of life,
People walk in,
Making an impression,
An impression so very profound.

Walking along the road,
On the moonlit night,
The mellowing moments
Bring a smile on the face,
A tear or two in the eyes.

People walk out,
As the time rolls by,
Leaving the imprints,
For me to follow by.

So near yet so far .....

Dreams turn real
Spirits revive
With another chance given and
The most treasured one.

Memorable was the tryst
Etched are the memories
Perpetual is the learning
In the significant past.

Gone are those days
Bereaved was I
Comforted was I
Revived was I

The life of memories
The life of hope
The life of ambition
All so splendid and
All so beautiful.

On this day i await
To tell u .....
Were u there ?
I wish i could tell
The virtual truth

So near yet so far............

The tug of my heart

On a hot and a dusty afternoon,
Seated alone
In the four walled room,
With sweat dripping from the forehead,
I wonder about the
Path chosen.
I know not what's in store for me.
With reluctance and prayer in my heart
I traverse the path.

Many a time I wonder about the "one",
With whom I lived those magical moments,
The moments
That galvanise me,
That I treasure till I rest,
The moments of intense emotion.

Seated by her side,
In the moonlight,
In the sands on the banks of the river,
Gazing at the twinkling stars,
With silence all pervading,
With emotions all emcompassing.

Far away from her,
With tears filling my eyes,
In the intoxication of her thoughts,
With my unkempt hair swaying to the
Credence of the wind,
Alone,isolated and deserted,
I long to meet her.
A moment of intense emotion.
An emotion so very pure and unsullied.

So cruel is the destiny

With the twian ever increasing
How I wish
I lie on her lap
Oblivious to all the pain
Melting away in her warmth
Breathing away my last.

Looking back into the rear view mirror of my life

“Push against the rock with all your might”, ordained the Lord in a vision to the man in the night. So, this man did, day after day. For many years he toiled from dawn to dusk, his shoulders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of the unmoving rock, pushing with all of his might. Each night the man returned to his cabin sore and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain.

The failure to move the rock disheartened him and encouraged him not to put in his best efforts. Prior to his half hearted effort, he submitted a prayer. “Lord, I have labored long and hard in your service, putting all my strength to do that which you have asked. Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock by half a millimeter. Why am I failing?”

The Lord very compassionately said, “Your task was to push against the rock with all of your strength, which you have done. Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it. Your task was to push. And now you come to Me with your strength spent, thinking that you have failed. But, look at yourself. Your arms are strong and muscled, your back sinewy and brown, your hands are callused from constant pressure, your legs have become massive and hard.

Through this effort you have grown much and you have surpassed your best of the abilities. Yet you haven't moved the rock. But you have been obedient to push and exercised your faith and trust in my wisdom. Now I will move the rock.” Life rocks in simple obedience to His words and faith in them.

In a cocoon of a butterfly, a man found a small opening. He watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. As it seems to stop making any further progress, the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged out easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.

The man expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. On the contrary, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.

In his kindness and haste he did not understand that restricting the cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were nature's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon. Sometimes, challenges are exactly what we need in our life.

Challenges mark the life at the SSSIHL. A student driving the bullet over the ramp and jumping over the 20 odd students, the thrilling win of I UG over III UG in basketball game, the riveting performance “Dilse”, the celebrated sketch of M.S. Subbalakshmi in the hostel notice board, the hard working maintenance boys, the top notch performances in GATE and CSIR every year have left me in daze. Students scripted and continue to script such moments in silence and with perseverance. They were inconspicuous and not their works. Not only Swami, but also the classmates, the 5 or 11 other roommates, the dining hall dinner sessions make the institute and hostel life unforgettable. Certain lives have inspired and humbled me. SSSIHL was a powerhouse.

First one

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