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You can still say yes to yesterdays, no to Novembers, and miss the mistakes that taught a better way.
-Anthony Liccione

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Abuse -Anthony Liccione


It’s better to look at a black and white world, rather than black and blue.
-Anthony Liccione

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Submitted on: Sun Oct 28 2018 04:04:05 GMT+0530 (IST)
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Key the mind, and set the soul free.

-Anthony Liccione

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Submitted on: Wed Apr 12 2017 23:27:17 GMT+0530 (IST)
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It is Ganesh Chaturthi and there is no dearth of wishes from people to each other. In this wishing and “wishing the same” there is a learning which is forgotten. A powerful learning, not to be missed to be successful in life, lifelong. The learning comes from a story, which is a “story” to the general reader. To the keen observer, however, the secret is revealed. The story goes like this…

Vyasa wanted to write the Mahabharata, but knew that this was not a single-man effort. To complete it, he would need someone to write it, while he narrates. And for this he thought none fit other than Ganesha himself.

Towards this purpose, he approached Ganesha and requested him to write the Mahabharata while he narrates it.

At this stage, Ganesha imposed a precondition that he would do so only if Vyasa would narrate the story “without a pause”. Vyasa agrees but sets a counter-condition – that Ganesha understand what he recites first, “before” transcribing them. And Ganesha agrees.

And so the Mahabharata was written. It is said that while Vyasa narrated, he would be full chapters ahead, while Ganesha would sit thinking on the meaning of what he heard before he transcribed (wrote) it.

The story ends.
To the keen observer though, the secret to success is revealed. It is short, simple and yet powerful.
It is this:
Apply thy power of “understanding before the action” is done.

Try to understand, hone the skills to understand, improve your knowledge to understand. Understand before you take decisions. Understand before you write the exams. Understand before teaching others. Understand before writing down anything. Understand before undertaking the works. And so on… apply this principle everywhere and you are sure to be successful in life. So, if you understand before you do anything, you are automatically invoking the principle of Ganesha – the Lord of Success.

Understood?
-हरेकृष्ण आचार्य

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Submitted on: Fri Nov 09 2018 06:37:22 GMT+0530 (IST)
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Droplets -jasnoor kaur


Un shed, quiet, silent, sorrowful.
Full of dejection, fear and anticipation.
Un shed ,quiet ,silent,sorrowful
Full of dejection, fear and anticipation
often, just drops of water ….
for the onlookers.
Agony and helplessness
gives them shape,
Shattered dreams, lost friends
Out of happiness …do they appear?
I’ve only heard…Never felt
Oh…! I’m talking about tears
-jasnoor kaur

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Submitted on: Mon Jul 10 2017 14:49:27 GMT+0530 (IST)
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The Hollow Leaves -hitalot


The Hollow Leaves
Spread out upon the ground,
Out of mere sadness there’s a tug at the heart
To light the spark of what were looking for
The twilight sun has tainted our vision
Through the trees, a nature’s release
In spreading the disease.
We spent a lifetime in harmony
Out of mere sadness and tragedy
A beautiful union to believe
To have faith, a willing to achieve
The hollow leaves were blowing in the breeze.
Illumination in its timeless radiance
A sprinkling array of blissful care
None the worse for wear
We each can listen to the inner sound of our soul
A grand sparkling array of vast filled radiance abounds.
-hitalot

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Submitted on: Thu May 25 2017 06:31:03 GMT+0530 (IST)
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It’s not the appearance that makes a man, it’s the man that makes an appearance.

-Anthony Liccione

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Submitted on: Thu Dec 08 2016 09:21:50 GMT+0530 (IST)
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The Aeroboard was not as fast as the imagination, so it took some time to reach the places.
That it did not touch the ground but floated a feet above, gave the advantage of moving much faster than just walking.
For walking such a distance would take so much time that the motivation to reach itself would die considering the increasing impatience with slower modes of transport.
The distance also would appear so much, only to allow the imagination to work its way, in constructing what was desired to be reached.

The city seemed far, but the distance melted due to the speed reached by the Aeroboard.
The rocky desert stretched far enough for the heat to work its way through me.
The heat became tolerable only due to the wind speed generated by the Aeroboard.
The desire was to reach the city skyline but not enter it, so the Aeroboard stopped accordingly.
The aeroboard understood my contemplation and squared off my desire with it to arrive at the perfect place of tranquility.

from here, where?

and then i saw the rains coming to the forests in the distance which kindled the desire to see the downpour on the trees.
The aeroboard sped towards the treeline. the desire was not to get soaked, so the Aeroboard stopped only to jump up high into the clouds – which was what the desire was.

The sea of cotton clouds hid a rainbow beneath and the wish to get a shower increased, thereby lowering the Aeroboard under the clouds for a brief moment till I saw a sunlit garden of flowers.
While the clouds did not disappear, the opening in them, made the Aeroboard lead me to the garden where the trees rose humongously into the sky, reached perhaps only by a Brontosaurus.

The Aeroboard learnt to stay still, for me to hear the chirps of the various birds feeding their children in the trees, when a roar aroused fear, and the birds flew in fright arriving at the tree again after a doing circle. the Aeroboard too rose in height carrying me with it to ward of any danger. It reflected the caution in me though there was no fear.

Interestingly there were no people around. did that reflect my desire too?
I also did not see any cars or people in the city. That was strange!
and this was a truly fantastic world.

That said, a faint ring was heard in the distance. the slight sound grew louder – slowly reaching a level causing pain in the ear and an, abhorrence intolerable. The Aeroboard suddenly disappeared and the only thing that could be heard was a loud Rring.

The “Aeroboard” video game was programmed to end the immersive reality with a “Rring” to push the gamer out into the real world. Anything greater than 10mins would make the gamer irrecoverably lost to the other world. Physical death though, had never been reported. That the gamer’s conciousness played in the other world while his body rested in deep sleep was something to research about. Better ways to get the consciousness associated back with the body were being studied. Meanwhile, the 10 min immersive reality game “Aeroboard” was becoming a hit and a new source of revenue for entertainment giants.

-हरेकृष्ण आचार्य

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Dead -देवसुत


Ram Kishan Sharma was a typical example of a poor teacher.

Underpaid and exploited by the school management with work overload but at the same time, his name and great qualifications used by the same management to enhance the name of the school to garner more fees from the next batch of students.

Ram Kishan Sharma was poor, not because of his incapacity of thought or work, but simply because he pardoned many who trampled over his aspirations, and did not take offence when someone just usurped his achievements and put his own name on it.

Ram Kishan Sharma was a typical nice guy, as well as a great teacher – to his students who just adored him, for his teaching of complex concepts would be done in a most simple way. That he was popular with his students, gave another reason to raise the fee by the school management.

It was a great hypocrisy to see plays conducted on great people by the students, encouraged by the management, during the annual day event every year. People such as Radhakrishna, Sir M. Vishweshawariah, who worked selflessly for India would be routinely portrayed, whereas living greats, such as Ram Kishan Sharma, who lived in their midst, alive and kicking, were exploited and unrecognized.

It was only many years later, that came as a surprise, that there was a play depicting Ram Kishan Sharma as a great teacher, at the school’s annual day, by one of his students, who had now grown up enough to recognize the contributions to his life by his teachers. The play ended with a huge applause for the performing group and a citation by the same principal who had very well known Ram Kishan Sharma.

Why did it take such a long time to know Ram Kishan Sharma?

On inquiry it was found that, quite some time back, he left his quite easily curable Tuberculosis, untreated due to poor financial conditions. He was now – Dead.

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The thought which every one knows.
sheepishness to believe.
suspicious why!

I m not good. We r not good.
nothing was good in our surroundings.
screwed country.
worsening humans.
No more indications,
haggard life.

The thought which every one knows.
sheepishness to believe.
suspicious why!

The stone became God.
depressed mind.
screwed people.

The thought which every one knows.
sheepishness to believe.
suspicious why!

beyond the peoples view n opinions
oh..! my heart n mind could you stand strongly.
My soul saying you that you only good for your self…
N this matter of truth irritates me daily..!!

The thought which every one knows.
sheepishness to believe.
suspicious why.. why.. why..!!!

-Shri.Ginde

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Submitted on: Thu Oct 20 2016 14:49:38 GMT+0530 (IST)
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