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My Journey: Transforming Dreams Into Action
The Righteous Life: The Very Best of A.P.J. Abdul Kalam
Governance for Growth in India
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Contents
Introduction
On Reading
Faith
Belief
Difficulties
Odds and Ends
Tributes
Some Thoughts
Radiance
The Might of Time
Acknowledgements
Introduction
I don’t remember the first book I ever read. It is almost as if books were always there in my life, a solid,
tactile presence that exuded comfort and assurance. Yet, I know it was not so. When I was growing up, I
lived in a small town in southern India—Rameswaram. It did not have a library, and of course no
bookshops. We studied the holy book, the Koran, diligently and pored over our schoolbooks. For anything
more there were the newspapers. For a while I worked as a newspaper delivery boy, during the days of
World War II, and the feel of crisp, fresh paper on my fingers is a sensation that still gives me pleasure.
My introduction into the world of books and reading happened through my friend, brother-in-law and
first mentor, Jallaluddin. He was, at the time, when I was about ten years old, the only fully literate adult
inhabitant of the town. He had studied up to the Intermediate level and then gave up as he needed to start
working and earning. But he had an expansive, curious mind. His interests lay beyond the concerns of the
island and there were evenings when he read reports from the newspapers and told us of a world beyond
the one we inhabited. It was he who told us about the current political situation, news of the War, prices
of precious metals, and all other such information. I spent a lot of time with him, watching him read or
writing letters for the people of the town which they dictated to him. Somewhere, the power of the written
word imprinted on my mind. I understood that to know and love reading meant the freedom to travel to
any kind of world I wanted to. It could be the world of religion or philosophy—what I learnt in my Koran
class. Or it could be poetry and imagination. Or it could be understanding the words of famous people and
their lives.
Once I was older, I started reading more voraciously. I was still rather penniless since most of the
little money I got was used to pay my bills while I studied at the Madras Institute of Technology.
However, I discovered a tiny bookshop at Moore Market in Madras (now Chennai) whose owner was
happy to lend me books for a small deposit. I started reading in earnest, quickly making my way through
the classics, translations, collections of poetry and essays. I found works explaining concepts from
different religions interesting and I studied the holy books and texts of Hinduism, Christianity, Buddhism,
the works of Confucius. The seeds for this were perhaps laid by my father, who was a deeply religious
man and knew the texts of Islam closely. By now my mind was getting ever more thirsty and I needed to
know many answers.
Once I started working and got deeper into the world of science, the questions about connections
between the worldly and the spiritual intrigued me. How are we all connected? Does science negate
spirituality? How can we keep our beliefs while delving into matters that require theorems and proofs to
establish their existence? I read the works of great scientists and philosophers who have studied these
matters. Questions of morality and codes to live one’s life by were also playing on my mind and the
works of thinkers like J. Krishnamurthi, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Sri Aurobindo helped me to understand
not only myself but the rapidly unfolding world around me. These essays and books helped me analyse
situations better and understand my fellow workers and their motivations clearly.
One work that has been almost like a code for living for me is the Thirukural. It was written by saint
poet Thiruvalluvar over 2,000 years ago in the great age of Tamil Sangam literature and consists of
couplets or kurals. Each of these contains a profound truth or moral code, expressed in a few words but
enfolding astonishing wisdom within it. There has been hardly any moment of conflict or despair in my
life that the Thirukural has not helped to resolve.
The other literary form that has intrigued and captivated me from my school days is poetry. I can still
recall a few poems that appeared in our literature textbooks. Later, I read the works of Shakespeare and
Milton and Donne. Milton’s Paradise Lost has been a particular favourite for decades and I have read
and reread those lines over and over again. The works of Indian masters like Tagore and Bharatiar and
Aurobindo too have deeply touched me with their visions for humankind and deep nationalistic strain. The
immediate passion that a poem can capture is perhaps unparalleled in any other form. I myself have
written a number of poems and each time I try to distil the essence of what I want to say into the lines, I
think of the great poems I have loved and admired.
As I grew older, I started thinking more and more about this nation of ours and where we are all
headed. What is the role of each citizen? What does the youth want? What are they entitled to? What are
their responsibilities? What is the vision that we need to keep before us as we traverse the path towards a
better and brighter future for each one of us? At this time in my life, I also became a writer myself. I
published my first book successfully and before I knew it I had authored quite a number of titles. With
each one not only did I get to understand the requirements of a writer better, I started thinking more deeply
on issues of development and vision. My reading became more oriented towards this as I had to
understand large amounts of data, look critically at reports and draw inferences that would help lay out a
vision document, one we called Vision 2020. Along with these, reading the works of Gandhi, Lincoln, and
the histories of nations kept me inspired to keep working on the mission of finding ways to make India a
developed nation in the near future and within our lifetimes.
In this book are included lines from literary, religious and philosophical works that have inspired and
guided me all through my life. There are quotations from religious texts that I have read closely and often
quoted in my writings and lectures. There are the works of classical greats like Milton, Shakespeare,
Donne, Tagore. There are some couplets or kurals from the Thirukural that I hope will inspire readers
who haven’t yet been introduced to this great work, to seek out the text either in original or in a good
translation and read it. There are extracts from essays that I have found thought provoking and which I feel
are essential reading for everybody. The book has been divided into sections and the quotations in each fit
within some broad frameworks like faith, inspirations, duties, tributes etc. But these are great works of
literature and their universal appeal can be understood by reading them in any context one wishes to place
them in.
The following pages are a tribute to the books and texts that have created me as a thinking being. I
hope every reader will not only appreciate these particular quotations, but also make an effort to read as
many of these works in their entireties to understand the thoughts better and in a deeper manner. This book
is a little window to further wonders and many more worlds beyond the ones we go about in. I hope I
have been able to open a few doors and windows and helped bring in some gusts of fresh thought and
ideas into your worlds.
Thirukural, Thiruvalluvar
Holy Koran
Bhagavad Gita
Holy Bible
On Reading
I hear all the time that people are reading less and less these days. Perhaps there are more distractions,
more gadgets, our lives are too busy to find a quiet corner and savour a book. Yet, this is a habit that we
need to keep alive in ourselves and inculcate in future generations. Reading is to the mind what a good
meal is to the body. It sustains, it nourishes, it helps us think, it helps us grow. I have for years spoken
about a few simple things we can do in our homes and around us to keep this habit alive. I hope you will
agree with my suggestions and try to implement some of them.
• Build home libraries. Gather books in one and twos and slowly build up a collection. Keep this
library as a gift for future generations, filling it with beautiful meaningful books.
• Read with your children. If you are a parent, keep aside some part of the day when you sit with your
children and read together. It could be the same book that you read together, or each can have his/her
own book that you read in companionable silence.
• If you are a teacher, or part of a school, bring interesting, age-appropriate books into the
classroom and read them together with the children. Begin discussions around them that will make
them think and love the act of reading.
• Visit bookstores and libraries when you go to any new place. Sometimes you may find more
information hidden away there than you expected.
Faith
In the name of Allah, the All-Merciful, the Mercy Giving.
All praise for Allah, Lord of the Worlds.
The All-Merciful, the Mercy Giving.
Master of the day of judgment.
You alone we worship and you alone we seek help from.
Show (guide) us the straight path.
The path of those upon whom you have bestowed (your) favours
and not of those who incurred your wrath (anger) and not of
those who have gone astray.
—Holy Koran
The mighty Lord on high, our deeds, as if at hand, espies:
The gods know all men do, though men would fain their deeds disguise.
Whoever stands, whoever moves, or steals from place to place,
Or hides him in his secret cell the gods his movements trace.
This earth is his, to him belong those vast and boundless skies;
Both seas within him rest, and yet in that small pool he lies.
Whoever far beyond the sky should think his way to wing,
He could not there elude the grasp of Varuna the king.
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;
13
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in
unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is
the agony of wishing in my heart.
The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by. I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to
his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.
The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor; but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot
ask him into my house. I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.
14
My desires are many and my cry is pitiful, but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals; and this strong
mercy has been wrought into my life through and through.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of the simple, great gifts that thou gavest to me unasked—this sky
and the light, this body and the life and the mind—saving me from perils of overmuch desire. There are
times when I languidly linger and times when I awaken and hurry in search of my goal; but cruelly thou
hidest thyself from before me.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of thy full acceptance by refusing me ever and anon, saving me
from perils of weak, uncertain desire.
16
I have had my invitation to this world’s festival, and thus my life has been blessed. My eyes have seen and
my ears have heard.
It was my part at this feast to play upon my instrument, and I have done all I could.
Now, I ask, has the time come at last when I may go in and see thy face and offer thee my silent salutation?
—Gitanjali, Rabindranath Tagore
Since we consider men in the place that they hold, and value them according to those places, and ask not
how they got thither, when we see man made the love of the Father, the price of the Son, the temple of the
Holy Ghost, the signet upon God’s hand, the apple of God’s eye, absolutely, unconditionally we cannot
annihilate man, not evacuate, not evaporate, not extenuate man to the levity, to the vanity, to the nullity of
this text, Surely men altogether, high and low, are lighter than vanity. For, man is not only a contributary
creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he is not a piece of the world, but
the world itself; and next to the glory of God, the reason why there is a world.
But we must not determine this consideration here, that man is something, a great thing, a noble
creature, if we refer him to his end, to his interest in God, to his reversion in heaven; but when we
consider man in his way, man amongst men, man is not nothing, not unable to assist man, not unfit to be
relied upon by man; for, even in that respect also, God hath made hominem homini Deum, he hath made
one man able to do the offices of God to another, in procuring his regeneration here, and advancing his
salvation hereafter; as he says, Saviours shall come up on Mount Sion; which is the church.
—John Donne
CROSSING THE BAR
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their soul,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows
may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the Archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
—The Prophet, Khalil Gibran
The reasonable man adapts himself to the world: the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the
world to himself. Therefore that all progress depends on the unreasonable man.
—Man and Superman, George Bernard Shaw
One should be very careful in accepting gifts. Even though on account of learning and good qualities, a
person may be worth of accepting presents, he should never get attached to gifts, for by accepting gifts, the
divine light in him gets extinguished.
—Manu Smriti
The angel is free because of his knowledge,
the beast because of his ignorance,
between the two remains the son of man to struggle.
—Rumi
Is it not true that into our education have come a slackness and a softness? Is hard effort prominent? The
world of thought can be entered in no other way.
—The Ever-Present Past, Edith Hamilton
Disease is a personal event. It consists of the individual himself. There are as many different diseases as
patients.
However, it would have been impossible to build up a science of medicine merely by compiling a
great number of individual observations. The facts had to be classified and simplified with the aid of
abstractions. In this way disease was born. And medical treatises could be written. A kind of science was
built up, roughly descriptive, rudimentary, imperfect, but convenient, indefinitely perfectible and easy to
teach. Unfortunately, we have been content with this result. We did not understand that treatises describing
pathological entities contain only a part of the knowledge indispensable to those who attend the sick.
Medical knowledge should go beyond the science of diseases. The physician must clearly distinguish the
sick human being described in his books from the concrete patient whom he has to treat, who must not
only be studied, but, above all, relieved, encouraged, and cured. His role is to discover the
characteristics of the sick man’s individuality, his resistance to pathogenic factors, his sensibility to pain,
the value of his organic activities, his past, and his future. The outcome of an illness in a given individual
has to be predicted, not by a calculation of the probabilities, but by a precise analysis of the organic,
humoral, and psychological personality of this individual. In fact, medicine, when confining itself to the
study of diseases, amputates a part of its own body.
—Man the Unknown, Alexis Carrel
It is rare to be born as a human being
It is still more rare to be born without any deformity
Even if you are born without any deformity
It is rare to acquire knowledge and education
Even if one could acquire knowledge and education
It is still rare to offer service to mankind
And contemplate on higher self.
If one leads such a selfless divine life
The gates of heaven open to greet such an evolved soul.
—Avvaiyar
Who remains true to his conscience
Lives forever in all noble hearts.
—Chapter 30, Verse 294
…
Superior is one who speaks the truth earnestly
To those who do penance and charity.
—Chapter 30, Verse 295
…
Water provides only external purity
Truth reveals internal purity.
—Chapter 30, Verse 298
…
Of all good things that we have found
Nothing surpasses truth profound.
—Chapter 30, Verse 300
—Thirukural
And you, too, youthful reader, will realize the Vision (not the idle wish) of your heart, be it base or
beautiful, or a mixture of both, for you will always gravitate toward that which you, secretly, most love.
Into your hands will be placed the exact results of your own thoughts; you will receive that which you
earn; no more, no less. Whatever your present environment may be, you will fall, remain, or rise with
your thoughts, your Vision, your Ideal. You will become as small as your controlling desire; as great as
your dominant aspiration.
—As a Man Thinketh, James Allen
My paramount object in this struggle is to save the Union, and is not either to save or to destroy slavery. If
I could save the Union without freeing any slave I would do it; and if I could save it by freeing all the
slaves I would do it; and if I could save it by freeing some and leaving others alone, I would also do that.
I shall do less whenever I shall believe what I am doing hurts the cause, and I shall do more whenever I
shall believe doing more will help the cause. I shall try to correct errors when shown to be errors and I
shall adopt new views so fast as they shall appear to be true views.
—From Slavery to Freedom, John Hope Franklin
Think ever of rising higher. Let it be your only thought. Even if your object be not attained, the thought
itself will have raised you.
—Chapter 60, Verse 595
…
Forget anger towards anyone
For it begets evil and pain.
—Chapter 31, Verse 303
…
To guard yourself, keep wrath at bay
Unchecked, ire will yourself slay.
—Chapter 31, Verse 305
—Thirukural
Let us learn the meaning of economy. Economy is a high, humane office, a sacrament, when its aim is
grand; when it is the prudence of simple tastes, when it is practised for freedom, or love, or devotion.
Much of the economy which we see in houses is of a base origin, and is best kept out of sight. Parched
corn eaten to-day, that I may have roast fowl to my dinner Sunday, is a baseness; but parched corn and a
house with one apartment, that I may be free of all perturbations, that I may be serene and docile to what
the mind shall speak, and girt and road-ready for the lowest mission of knowledge or goodwill, is
frugality for gods and heroes.
Can we not learn the lesson of self-help? Society is full of infirm people, who incessantly summon
others to serve them. They contrive everywhere to exhaust for their single comfort the entire means and
appliances of that luxury to which our invention has yet attained. Sofas, ottomans, stoves, wine, game-
fowl, spices, perfumes, rides, the theatre, entertainments—all these they want, they need, and whatever
can be suggested more than these they crave also, as if it was the bread which should keep them from
starving; and if they miss any one, they represent themselves as the most wronged and most wretched
persons on earth. One must have been born and bred with them to know how to prepare a meal for their
learned stomach. Meantime they never bestir themselves to serve another person; not they! they have a
great deal more to do for themselves that they can possibly perform, nor do they once perceive the cruel
joke of their lives, but the more odious they grow, the sharper is the tone of their complaining and craving.
Can anything be so elegant as to have few wants and to serve them one’s self, so as to have somewhat left
to give, instead of being always prompt to grab? It is more elegant to answer one’s own needs than to be
richly served; inelegant perhaps it may look to-day, and to a few, but it is an elegance forever and to all.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
If the amount of information in science doubles every nine months and decays at 30 per cent a year, how
long does one's expertise last? Without constantly updating your knowledge base you could end up with as
little as 15 per cent of your technical knowledge relevant within just five years. However, when you can
google just about anything, knowledge acquisition becomes more important than knowledge retention.
—Rookie Smarts, Liz Wiseman
A DOCTOR’S STORY OF LIFE AND DEATH
Everyone wants to live a life that is free of illness. Any sickness triggers the primal fear of death in us. To
most people, however, death remains a hidden secret. We are irresistibly attracted towards the very
anxieties we find most terrifying. Every attendant by the side of a mortally stricken loved one brushes
with the danger of death in a manner that is more emotional than any other experience one can ever
encounter in life. Very few of us, including those in the medical profession, seem psychologically able to
cope with the thought of our own state of death. The idea of permanent unconsciousness is too scary to
even think of.
I am more concerned with human life than anything else in the whole cosmos; to me how a man lives
is more fascinating than how a star dies. If there is a God, He is present as much in the creation of each of
us as He was at the creation of the earth. The human condition is the mystery that engages my fascination,
not society, country, humanity, and so on. To me, man is God, the centre of everything. Those who
accomplish the most—measured in money, intelligence, skills, happiness, or love—are the ones who
make the most of their genetic inheritance. Even identical twins that share exactly the same genes turn out
differently. Whether we reach our potential depends on many factors, but we are born as unique
individuals with our own distinguished characteristics and capabilities. There is also an inherent flaw
built in each of us that has the potential of growing into a serious malady at any point of our life. Whether
it turns into a disease or how much or how far is all unique.
I have lived with the awareness of death’s imminence for more than half a century and saw several
thousand doors people take for their exits. I am living in my eighth decade. There is no way to foretell
whether this is to be my last decade or whether there will be more. I maintain good health but beyond an
absence of a disease, good health is a guarantee of nothing. The only certainty that I have about my life,
and by implication my death, is another of those wishes we all have in common; I want to exit without
suffering. There are those who wish to die quickly, perhaps with instantaneous suddenness, perhaps in
sleep; there are those who wish to go after a brief, anguish-free illness, just long enough for everyone who
loves them to be by their side. I think I belong to the earlier category. I believe in dying before death
comes. The world in me must die before I in it die so that I can look back quietly and dissolve into
divinity:
What I hope, unfortunately, is not what I expect. I have seen too many deaths to ignore the overwhelming
odds against it. Like most people, I probably suffer with physical as well as emotional distress that
accompanies many mortal illnesses. Like many of my patients, I too may compound the pained uncertainty
of my last months by the further agony of indecision. It is a very difficult job to decide for a doctor
whether to continue with a treatment or give in. It is even more difficult for a patient to decide whether to
be treated for the possibility of more time or to call it a day and a life. As Ramana Maharishi said,
Mountain of medicine!
Why hesitate to give the
Medicine ending confusion
Arunchala!
I have no fear of the future because I am completely convinced that the situations I have been thrust in are
providential. I am doing God’s work. I am walking in the centre of His will. He is leading me. I am
following Him. He is guiding me. I am making His chosen decisions. He relieves me of responsibility
when it is beyond me, and He knows when and where that is. Faith in God and innate goodness provide
the perfect pathway from here to eternity.
—K. Subbarao with Arun K. Tiwari
Men are divided into those who take notice by themselves and understand, those who do not understand
except through warning and instruction, and who benefit from neither, is like the division of the bosom of
the earth into parts where water collects and increases until it bursts out by itself into springs of living
water, parts where water collects but cannot be reached without digging and arid parts where not even
digging will avail.
—The Book of Knowledge, Gazzali
There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that
imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide
universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on
that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and
none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
LEAVE ME ALONE! Leave me alone! I am too pure for thee.
Touch me not! Hath not my world just now become perfect?
My skin is too pure for thy hands. Leave me alone, thou dull, doltish, stupid day! Is not the midnight
brighter?
The purest are to be masters of the world, the least known, the strongest, the midnight-souls, who are
brighter and deeper than any day.
O day, thou gropest for me? Thou feelest for my happiness? For thee am I rich, lonesome, a treasure-pit, a
gold chamber?
O world, thou wantest me? Am I worldly for thee? Am I spiritual for thee? Am I divine for thee? But day
and world, ye are too coarse,
—Have cleverer hands, grasp after deeper happiness, after deeper unhappiness, grasp after some God;
grasp not after me:
—Mine unhappiness, my happiness is deep, thou strange day, but yet am I no God, no God’s-hell: deep is
its woe.
—Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Friedrich Nietzsche
A PSALM OF LIFE
THE tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest.
They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate.
The free bird cries, ‘O my love, let us fly to the wood.’
The cage bird whispers, ‘Come hither, let us both live in the cage.’
Says the free bird, ‘Among bars, where is there room to spread one’s wings?’
‘Alas,’ cries the caged bird, ‘I should not know where to sit perched in the sky.’
The free bird cries, ‘My darling, sing the songs of the woodlands.’
The cage bird sings, ‘Sit by my side, I’ll teach you the speech of the learned.’
The forest bird cries, ‘No, ah no! songs can never be taught.’
The cage bird says, ‘Alas for me, I know not the songs of the woodlands.’
Their love is intense with longing, but they never can fly wing to wing.
Through the bars of the cage they look, and vain is their wish to know each other.
They flutter their wings in yearning, and sing, ‘Come closer, my love!’
The free bird cries, ‘It cannot be, I fear the closed doors of the cage.’
The cage bird whispers, ‘Alas, my wings are powerless and dead.’
—Rabindranath Tagore
About dreams. It is usually taken for granted that you dream of something that has made a particularly
strong impression on you during the day, but it seems to me it’s just the contrary. Often it’s something you
paid no attention to at the time—a vague thought that you didn’t bother to think out to the end, words
spoken without feeling and which passed unnoticed—these are the things that return at night, clothed in
flesh and blood, and they become the subjects of dreams, as if to make up for having been ignored during
waking hours.
—Doctor Zhivago, Boris Pasternak
Tributes
WITH YOUR WIND IN MY SAIL
Dear Madam,
I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant-General of
Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel
how weak and fruitless must be any word of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a
loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the
thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your
bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that
must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.
1. The Dhamma should be taught with the thought, ‘I will speak step-by-step.’
2. The Dhamma should be taught with the thought, ‘I will speak explaining the sequence [of cause &
effect].’
3. The Dhamma should be taught with the thought, ‘I will speak out of compassion.’
4. The Dhamma should be taught with the thought, ‘I will speak not for the purpose of material reward.’
5. The Dhamma should be taught with the thought, ‘I will speak without hurting myself or others.’
—Udayi Sutta: About Udayin, Anguttara Nikaya
Most people in the world struggle to correct problems they see in their outer life. However, what most of
these people do not realize is their problems in the outer world are a result of their beliefs, inner conflict,
and fears and that all of this originates from a false sense of self. This means that there will be no end to
their problems in the outer world until they solve the original problem, their belief in the false self.
—Understand The True Self: The Treasure Within, Floyd Jerred
Radiance
Then a ploughman said, Speak to us of Work.
And he answered, saying:
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life’s procession that marches in
majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?
Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth’s furthest dream, assigned to you when that
dream was born,
And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life, And to love life through labour is to be
intimate with life’s inmost secret.
…
And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that
cloth.
It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the
fruit.
It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit, And to know that all the blessed
dead are standing about you and watching.
…
Work is love made visible.
And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and
sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man’s hunger.
And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine.
And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man’s ears to the voices of the day
and the voices of the night.
—The Prophet, Khalil Gibran
Then all the tax collectors and the sinners drew near to Him to hear Him. And the Pharisees and the
scribes complained, saying, ‘This Man receives sinners and eats with them.’ So He spoke this parable to
them, saying:
‘What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if he loses one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in
the wilderness, and go after the one which is lost until he finds it? And when he has found it, he lays it on
his shoulders, rejoicing. And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and neighbors, saying to
them, “Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep which was lost!” I say to you that likewise there will
be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine just persons who need no
repentance.’
—The Parable of the Lost Sheep, Holy Bible
Ramanujan’s belief in the Hindu gods, it stands repeating, did not explain his mathematical genius. But his
openness to supernatural influences hinted at a mind endowed with slippery, flexible, and elastic notions
of cause and effect that left him receptive to what those equipped with more purely logical gifts could not
see; that found union in what others saw as unrelated; that embraced before prematurely dismissing.
—The Man Who Knew Infinity, Robert Kanigel
At the age of ten I saw my first airplane. It was sitting in a slightly enclosed area at the Iowa State Fair in
Des Moines. It was a thing of rusty wire and wood and looked not at all interesting. One of the grown-ups
who happened to be around pointed it out to me and said: ‘Look, dear, it flies.’ I looked as directed but
confess I was much more interested in an absurd hat made of an inverted peach-basket which I had just
purchased for fifteen cents.
What psychoanalysts would make of this incident, in the light of subsequent behavior, I do not know.
Today I loathe hats for more than a few minutes on the head and am sure I should pass by the niftiest
creation if an airplane were anywhere around.
—Last Flight, Amelia Earhart
Only the individual can think, and thereby create new values for society—nay, even set up new moral
standards to which the life of the community conforms. Without creative, independently thinking and
judging personalities the upward development of society is as unthinkable as the development of the
individual personality without the nourishing soil of the community.
The health of society thus depends quite as much on the independence of the individuals composing it
as on their close social cohesion.
—The World As I See It, Albert Einstein
THE AENEID (an extract)
a. The person, suddenly, without warning, has a sense of being immersed in a flame, or rose-colored
cloud, or perhaps rather a sense that the mind is itself filled with such a cloud of haze.
b. At the same instant he is, as it were, bathed in an emotion of joy, assurance, triumph, ‘salvation.’ The
last word is not strictly correct if taken in its ordinary sense, for the feeling, when fully developed, is
not that a particular act of salvation is effected, but that no special ‘salvation’ is needed, the scheme
upon which the world is built being itself sufficient.
c. Simultaneously or instantly following the above sense and emotional experiences there comes to the
person an intellectual illumination quite impossible to describe. Like a flash there is presented to his
consciousness a clear conception (a vision) in outline of the meaning and drift of the universe. He
does not come to believe merely; but he sees and knows that the cosmos, which to the self conscious
mind seems made up of dead matter, is in fact far otherwise—is in very truth a living presence. He
sees that instead of men being, as it were, patches of life scattered through an infinite sea of non-
living substance, they are in reality specks of relative death in an infinite ocean of life. He sees that
the life which is in man is eternal, as all life is eternal; that the soul of man is as immortal as God is;
that the universe is so built and ordered that without any peradventure all things work together for the
good of each and all; that the foundation principle of the world is what we call love, and that the
happiness of every individual is in the long run absolutely certain. The person who passes through
this experience will learn in the few minutes, or even moments, of its continuance more than in months
or years of study, and he will learn much that no study ever taught or can teach. Especially does he
obtain such a conception of THE WHOLE, or at least of an immense WHOLE, as dwarfs all
conception, imagination or speculation, springing from and belonging to ordinary self consciousness,
such a conception as makes the old attempts to mentally grasp the universe and its meaning petty and
even ridiculous.
d. Along with moral elevation and intellectual illumination comes what must be called, for want of a
better term, a sense of immortality. This is not an intellectual conviction, such as comes with the
solution of a problem, nor is it an experience such as learning something unknown before. It is far
more simple and elementary, and could better be compared to that certainty of distinct individuality,
possessed by each one, which comes with and belongs to self consciousness.
e. With illumination the fear of death which haunts so many men and women at times all their lives falls
off like an old cloak—not, however, as a result of reasoning—it simply vanishes.
f. The same may be said of the sense of sin. It is not that the person escapes from sin; but he no longer
sees that there is any sin in the world from which to escape.
g. The instantaneousness of the illumination is one of its most striking features. It can be compared with
nothing so well as with a dazzling flash of lightning in a dark night, bringing the landscape which had
been hidden into clear view.
h. The previous character of the man who enters the new life is an important element in the case.
i. So is the age at which illumination occurs. Should we hear of a case of cosmic consciousness
occurring at twenty, for instance, we should at first doubt the truth of the account, and if forced to
believe it we should expect the man (if he lived) to prove himself, in some way, a veritable spiritual
giant.
j. The added charm to the personality of the person who attains to cosmic consciousness is always, it is
believed, a feature in the case.
k. There seems to the writer to be sufficient evidence that, with cosmic consciousness, while it is
actually present, and lasting (gradually passing away) a short time thereafter, a change takes place in
the appearance of the subject of illumination. This change is similar to that caused in a person’s
appearance by great joy, but at times (that is, in pronounced cases) it seems to be much more marked
than that. In these great cases in which illumination is intense the change in question is also intense
and may amount to a veritable ‘transfiguration.’ Dante says that he was ‘transhumanized into a God.’
There seems to be a strong probability that could he have been seen at that moment he would have
exhibited what could only have been called ‘transfiguration.’
—Cosmic Consciousness, Richard Maurice Bucke
The Might of Time
To view the fleeting as everlasting
Is foolish and degrading.
—Chapter 34, Verse 331
…
Men cannot claim even a moment as theirs
Yet give themselves to countless plans.
—Chapter 34, Verse 337
…
The bond between the body and the soul
Is like a bird leaving an egg-shell.
—Chapter 34, Verse 338
—Thirukural
Unfortunately, there is a trap that lies in waiting for even the most brilliant strategist. In fact, sometimes it
is the most brilliant strategist that is most susceptible. The trap is delay, usually caused by the desire to
overanalyze the situation and make it perfect before proceeding. Too many strategists want the perfect
situation, all the information, everything ‘just so’ before proceeding.
—Act Now!, William A. Cohen
It is, in fact, normal and necessary for us to ‘forget’ in this fashion, in order to make room in our
conscious minds for new impressions and ideas. If this did not happen, everything we experienced would
remain above the threshold of consciousness and our minds would become impossibly cluttered. This
phenomenon is so widely recognized today that most people who know anything about psychology take it
for granted.
But just as conscious contents can vanish into the unconscious, new contents, which have never yet
been conscious, can arise from it. One may have an inkling, for instance, that something is on the point of
breaking into consciousness—that ‘something is in the air,’ or that one ‘smells a rat.’ The discovery that
the unconscious is no mere depository of the past, but is also full of germs of future psychic situations and
ideas, led me to my own new approach to psychology.
—Man and His Symbols, Carl G. Jung
Gandhi was so detached from his physical environment that going to jail did not disrupt his work at all,
and he drove some of his hardest bargains from behind jail walls. Usually the walls were those of
Yeravda Prison, where he felt so much at home that once, when a British interrogator asked for his
address, he answered, ‘Yeravda.’ When a man does everything in the spirit of worship, everywhere he
goes is sacred, and Gandhi used to mark his jail letters Yeravda Mandir, which means ‘Yeravda temple.’
—Gandhi, The Man: The Story of His Transformation,
Eknath Easwaran
As a leader, one must sometimes take actions that are unpopular, or whose results will not be known for
years to come. There are victories whose glory lies only in the fact that they are known to those who win
them. This is particularly true of prison, where you must find consolation in being true to your ideals,
even if no one else knows of it.
—Long Walk to Freedom, Nelson Mandela
The contact with poets, forest saints and the best wits of the land, the glimpse into the first awakening of
Ancient India’s mind as it searched, at times childishly and naively, at times with a deep intuition, but at
all times earnestly and passionately, for the spiritual truths and the meaning of existence—this experience
must be highly stimulating to anyone, particularly because the Hindu culture is so different and therefore
has so much to offer.
—The Wisdom of India, Yutang Lin
THE SERPENT. Eve.
EVE (startled) Who is that?
THE SERPENT. It is I. I have come to shew you my beautiful new hood. See (she spreads a magnificent
amethystine hood)!
EVE (admiring it) Oh! But who taught you to speak?
THE SERPENT. You and Adam. I have crept through the grass, and hidden, and listened to you.
EVE. That was wonderfully clever of you.
THE SERPENT. I am the most subtle of all the creatures of the field.
EVE. Your hood is most lovely. (She strokes it and pets the serpent).
Pretty thing! Do you love your godmother Eve?
THE SERPENT. I adore her. (She licks Eve’s neck with her double tongue).
EVE (petting her) Eve’s wonderful darling snake. Eve will never be lonely now that her snake can talk to
her.
THE SERPENT. I can talk of many things. I am very wise. It was I who whispered the word to you that
you did not know. Dead. Death. Die.
EVE (shuddering) Why do you remind me of it? I forgot it when I saw your beautiful hood. You must not
remind me of unhappy things.
THE SERPENT. Death is not an unhappy thing when you have learnt how to conquer it.
EVE. How can I conquer it?
THE SERPENT. By another thing, called birth.
EVE. What? (Trying to pronounce it) B-birth?
THE SERPENT. Yes, birth.
EVE. What is birth?
THE SERPENT. The serpent never dies. Some day you shall see me come out of this beautiful skin, a new
snake with a new and lovelier skin. That is birth.
EVE. I have seen that. It is wonderful.
THE SERPENT. If I can do that, what can I not do? I tell you I am very subtle. When you and Adam talk, I
hear you say ‘Why?’ Always ‘Why?’ You see things; and you say ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never
were; and I say ‘Why not?’ I made the word dead to describe my old skin that I cast when I am renewed. I
call that renewal being born.
EVE. Born is a beautiful word.
THE SERPENT. Why not be born again and again as I am, new and beautiful every time?
EVE. I! It does not happen: that is why.
THE SERPENT. That is how; but it is not why. Why not?
—Back to Methuselah, George Bernard Shaw
Time is the inexplicable raw material of everything. With it, all is possible; without it, nothing. The
supply of time is truly a daily miracle, an affair genuinely astonishing when one examines it.
You wake up in the morning, and lo! your purse is magically filled with twenty-four hours of the
unmanufactured tissue of the universe of your life! It is yours. It is the most precious of possessions. No
one can take it away from you. It is unstealable. And no one receives either more or less than you receive.
In the realm of time there is no aristocracy of wealth, and no aristocracy of intellect. Genius is never
rewarded by even an extra hour a day. And there is no punishment. Waste your infinitely precious
commodity as much as you will, and the supply will never be withheld from you. No mysterious power
will say, ‘This man is a fool, if not a knave. He does not deserve time; he shall be cut off at the meter.’ It
is more certain than government bonds, and payment of income is not affected on Sundays. Moreover, you
cannot draw on the future. Impossible to get onto debt! You can only waste the passing moment. You
cannot waste tomorrow; it is kept for you. You can not waste the next hour. It is kept for you.
You have to live on this twenty-four hours of daily time. Out of it you have to spin health, pleasure,
money, content, respect and the evolution of your mortal soul. Its right use, its most effective use, is a
matter of the highest urgency and of the most thrilling actuality. All depends on that. Your happiness—the
elusive prize that you are all clutching for, my friends!—depends on that.
If one cannot arrange that an income of twenty-four hours a day shall exactly cover all proper items of
expenditure, one does muddle one’s whole life indefinitely.
We never shall have any more time. We have, and we have always had, all the time there is.
—How to Live on Twenty-four Hours a Day, Arnold Bennett
See the flower, how generously it distributes perfume and honey. It gives to all, gives freely of its love.
When its work is done, it falls away quietly. Try to be like the flower, unassuming despite all its qualities.
—Bhagavad Gita
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