Friday, 2 November 2012
Monday, 15 October 2012
Mahatma Gandhi
How can one be compelled to accept slavery? I simply refuse to do the master's
bidding. He may torture me, break my bones to atoms and even kill me. He will
then have my dead body, not my obedience. Ultimately, therefore, it is I who am
the victor and not he, for he has failed in getting me to do what he wanted
done.
Mahatma Gandhi
Mahatma Gandhi
Tuesday, 2 October 2012
Friday, 28 September 2012
Saturday, 15 September 2012
India, My India
India, My India
India, my India, where first human eyes awoke to heavenly light!
All Asia's holy place of pilgrimage, great Motherland of might!
World-mother, first giver to humankind of philosophy and sacred lore,
Knowledge thou gav'st to man, God-love, works, art, religion's opened door.
O even with all that grandeur dwarfed or turned to bitter loss and maim,
How shall we mourn who are thy children and can vaunt thy mighty name?
Before us still there floats the ideal of those splendid days of gold;
A new world in our vision wakes, Love's India we shall rise to mould.
India, my India, who dare call thee a thing for pity's grace today?
Mother of wisdom, worship, works, nurse of the spirit's inward ray!
India, my India, where first human eyes awoke to heavenly light!
All Asia's holy place of pilgrimage, great Motherland of might!
World-mother, first giver to humankind of philosophy and sacred lore,
Knowledge thou gav'st to man, God-love, works, art, religion's opened door.
O even with all that grandeur dwarfed or turned to bitter loss and maim,
How shall we mourn who are thy children and can vaunt thy mighty name?
Before us still there floats the ideal of those splendid days of gold;
A new world in our vision wakes, Love's India we shall rise to mould.
India, my India, who dare call thee a thing for pity's grace today?
Mother of wisdom, worship, works, nurse of the spirit's inward ray!
Saturday, 8 September 2012
Tuesday, 28 August 2012
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