During the darkest days of my life, it was Swami Vivekanand's writings that inspired me, gave me hope, and that propelled me to where I am today. Last few years I had been lamenting that I am missing inspiration in my life. I was living but like dead wood. No words were able to move me. But it seems that situation is likely to change. Last four months I have been striving to better myself. I have set out a program to instill in me good habits that will continuously improve myself.
Today after prolonged period of time did I feel a drop of inspiration when I read Swami Vivekanad's quotes. Here are some of Swami Vivekanand's quotes that I found inspirational today:
"Utter no words of condemnation. Close your lips, and let your hearts open."
"He who struggles is better than he who never attempts."
"Character has to be established through a thousand stumbles."
"Choose the highest ideal and live your life upto that."
"No man should be judged by his defects."
"He alone, who is always awake to the idea of freedom, becomes free."
"There is nothing holier in the world than to keep good company."
"Every great achievement is done slowly."
"Character is repeated habits, and repeated habits alone can reform character."
"It is character that cleaves its way through adamantine walls of difficulties."
"Unto him comes everything who does not care for anything."
"We want infinite energy, infinite zeal, infinite courage, and infinite patience, then only will great things be achieved."
"The cause of evil is our desire to be superior to others and our selfishness."
"No religion on earth preaches the dignity of humanity in such a lofty strain as Hinduism."
"Everything that strengthens the will by revealing the real nature is moral."
A nice poem
On my first job, I had posted a couple of lines on a poem that would remind me to do my work diligently, and not skirt or procrastinate my duties:
It isn't the thing you do; Its the thing you leave undone;
That gives you a bit of a heartache; At setting of the sun.
Much later in life, I found the entire poem to which those lines belonged. Here it is for you.
The Sin of Omission
by: Margaret E. Sangster
It isn't the thing you do, dear,
Its the thing you leave undone
That gives you a bit of a heartache
At setting of the sun.
The tender work forgotten,
The letter you did not write,
The flowers you did not send, dear,
Are your haunting ghosts at night.
The stone you might have lifted
Out of a brother's way;
The bit of heartsome counsel
You were hurried too much to say;
The loving touch of the hand, dear,
The gentle, winning tone
Which you had no time nor thought for
With troubles enough of your own.
Thoes little acts of kindness
So easily out of mind,
Thoes chances to be angels
Which we poor mortals find~
They come in night and silence,
Each sad, reproachful wraith,
When hope is faint and flagging,
And a chill has fallen on faith.
For life is all too short, dear,
And sorrow is all to great,
To suffer our slow compassion
That tarries until too late:
And it isn't the thing you do, dear,
It's the thing you leave undone
Which gives you a bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun
It isn't the thing you do; Its the thing you leave undone;
That gives you a bit of a heartache; At setting of the sun.
Much later in life, I found the entire poem to which those lines belonged. Here it is for you.
The Sin of Omission
by: Margaret E. Sangster
It isn't the thing you do, dear,
Its the thing you leave undone
That gives you a bit of a heartache
At setting of the sun.
The tender work forgotten,
The letter you did not write,
The flowers you did not send, dear,
Are your haunting ghosts at night.
The stone you might have lifted
Out of a brother's way;
The bit of heartsome counsel
You were hurried too much to say;
The loving touch of the hand, dear,
The gentle, winning tone
Which you had no time nor thought for
With troubles enough of your own.
Thoes little acts of kindness
So easily out of mind,
Thoes chances to be angels
Which we poor mortals find~
They come in night and silence,
Each sad, reproachful wraith,
When hope is faint and flagging,
And a chill has fallen on faith.
For life is all too short, dear,
And sorrow is all to great,
To suffer our slow compassion
That tarries until too late:
And it isn't the thing you do, dear,
It's the thing you leave undone
Which gives you a bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun
Beautiful Fall
I spent this weekend taking pictures of fall colours. I shot close to two hundred pictures. Fall is past its peak in Bellevue, but it is still very beautiful. I will post some of the pics over here soon.
EVM Controversy Continues
This time protests during Harayan assembly elections by all non-Congress candidates over allegations of EVM tampering by Congress.
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Template botched
I have messed up the template of the blog a bit. The previous template was leaving too much margin at both the sides. I wanted to increase the width of the blog page. So I have modified the template. However, I am not an expert at HTML coding (any more). HTML standards have changed considerably since the days I used it.
Right now the box that encloses the body of the blog needs to be widened. It is cutting across the middle of the page and appears on top of the text. I don't want to spend more time on fixing it right now. I will fix it later. Until then, I beg your consideration. And any help is welcome!
Clustrmap of my blogsite
Found this when I visited Churumuri. Let me see how it works.
I have now moved the Clustrmap to the sidebar (29-Oct-2009)
I have now moved the Clustrmap to the sidebar (29-Oct-2009)
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