Prayer of Saint Francis

This is one of my favourite prayers-

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace;

where there is hatred, let me sow love;

where there is injury, pardon:

where there is doubt, faith ;

where there is despair, hope

where there is darkness, light

where there is sadness, joy

O divine Master,

grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;

to be understood, as to understand;

to be loved, as to love;

for it is in giving that we receive,

it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,

and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.

Amen.

The pale blue dot

The famous “pale blue dot” photo – Earth as seen from Voyager 1 while on the edge of our solar system (approximately 3,762,136,324 miles from home). Sagan’s words are always worth remembering:

Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every ‘superstar,’ every ‘supreme leader,’ every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there — on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

Fingers crossed...

Just can't wait anymore...

Can someone temme what's there in store?

Whether the storm will make me sway

Or whether I will make my own way?

Will I reach to my dreams

Or will I flow away in the reality streams?

Just can't wait anymore...

Can someone temme what's there in store?

With few more days to go....

Few more fears they grow...

Probabilities and Presumptions...

and few unwarranted assumptions!

Wish life was not so complicated...

and everything could be easily anticipated

Without any surmise,without any suspense

Life could just be without any pretense!

But I know that it's a crazy wish

and u surely can call it Amateurish!

B'coz thrills and surprises...yeah I know,

Are all that make life such an exciting show!

But still...just can't wait anymore...

Someone Please temme...what's there in store !!!

My favorite introduction...

Hi all...

Sometimes it is hard to introduce yourself because you think you know yourself so well that you do not know where to start with. Lemme give a try...

I am someone who is quite positive about things in life. I strongly believe that everything that happens in life, happens for a good reason...it's just that, we have to search the reason in it.

There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience.
I like to read, I like to write;
I like to think, I like to dream;
I like to talk, I like to listen.
I like to look at the clouds in the sky with a blank mind, I like to do thought experiment when I cannot sleep in the middle of the night.
I like train journeys...looking at the woods...deep in thoughts.
I like nature, I like humanity.
I like to hug people when they r sad.
I like being needed.
I like to see people smiling...
And, I like to smile....!

I always wanted to be a great musician, a great singer, a great Veena artist,a great dancer, a great poet, a great chess player and...a proficient doctor.

Of course, I'm no where close to all this yet.

I'm just someone who does some singing, some composing, some playing, some dancing, some poetry and some curing.
But my dreams are still alive!

This is a brief introduction of myself....there is much more which even I'm trying to understand.

To conclude....I was born to learn, to grow, to expand, to love, to create, to enjoy, to see the beauty in all things including myself... But I was NOT born to be perfect !

CHARACTER...by William Wordsworth.

A beautiful poem describing the human character...

I marvel how Nature could ever find space

For so many strange contrasts in one human face:

There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and bloom

And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom.

There's weakness, and strength both redundant and vain;

Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain

Could pierce through a temper that's soft to disease,

Would be rational peace--a philosopher's ease.

There's indifference, alike when he fails or succeeds,

And attention full ten times as much as there needs;

Pride where there's no envy, there's so much of joy;

And mildness, and spirit both forward and coy.

There's freedom, and sometimes a diffident stare

Of shame scarcely seeming to know that she's there,

There's virtue, the title it surely may claim,

Yet wants heaven knows what to be worthy the name.

This picture from nature may seem to depart,

Yet the Man would at once run away with your heart;

And I for five centuries right gladly would be

Such an odd such a kind happy creature as he.