Lehron se Darkar nauka par nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti
Nanhi cheenti jab daana lekar chalti hai,
chadhti deewaron par, sau bar phisalti hai.
Man ka vishwas ragon mein saahas bharta hai,
chadhkar girna, girkar chadhna na akharta hai.
Akhir uski mehnat bekar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti.
Dubkiyan sindhu mein gotakhor lagata hai,
ja ja kar khali haath lautkar aata hai
Milte nahi sahaj hi moti gehre paani mein,
badhta dugna utsah isi hairani mein.
Muthi uski khali har bar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahi hoti.
Asaflta ek chunauti hai, ise sweekar karo,
kya kami reh gayi, dekho aur sudhar karo.
Jab tak na safal ho, neend chain ko tyago tum,
Sangharsh ka maidan chhodkar mat bhago tum.
Kuch kiye bina hi jai jaikar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti.
- Harivansh Rai Bacchan
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Submission Date, Ha ha ha.
Johny Johny, Yes Papa,
PhD Going on, Yes Papa,
Any Motivation, No Papa,
Many Tension, Yes Papa,
Do u Sleep well, No Papa,
International Conference Opportunity, No papa,
Guide is Scolding, Yes Papa,
Submission Date, Ha ha ha.
A very interesting one, copied from a friend's buzz status :)
PhD Going on, Yes Papa,
Any Motivation, No Papa,
Many Tension, Yes Papa,
Do u Sleep well, No Papa,
International Conference Opportunity, No papa,
Guide is Scolding, Yes Papa,
Submission Date, Ha ha ha.
A very interesting one, copied from a friend's buzz status :)
Monday, January 11, 2010
I am the master of my fate....
Recently watched a good sports-cum-inspirational movie, Invictus! A very good watch! I liked the following poem which Mandela narrates:
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
-- William Ernest Henley
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
-- William Ernest Henley
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