Friday, December 19, 2008
Kenny Rogers : The Gambler
On a warm summers evenin on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin out the window at the darkness
til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.
He said, son, Ive made a life out of readin peoples faces,
And knowin what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you dont mind my sayin, I can see youre out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey Ill give you some advice.
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, if youre gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
Now evry gambler knows that the secret to survivin
Is knowin what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
cause evry hands a winner and evry hands a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.
So when hed finished speakin, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count you r money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
Catch the full song at YouTube
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin out the window at the darkness
til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.
He said, son, Ive made a life out of readin peoples faces,
And knowin what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you dont mind my sayin, I can see youre out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey Ill give you some advice.
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, if youre gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
Now evry gambler knows that the secret to survivin
Is knowin what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
cause evry hands a winner and evry hands a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.
So when hed finished speakin, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count you r money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
Catch the full song at YouTube
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Saanson ki mala....
aa piya ein nainan mein -2
jo palak dhaap to loon tohe..
na mein dekhoon kisi ghair ko
aur na hi tohe dekhan doon
haath chudawath javath ho , jo nirmil jaan ke mohe
hirday(Heart) mein say jao toh tab mein janoo tohe
neel gagan se bhi pare -2 .. sayyian ji ka gaon
dharsan jal ki kamna.. mat rakhiyon he Ram
Ab kismat ke hath hai, eis bhandhan ki laaj
maine to mann likh diya.. saawaryia ke naam
vo chatar hai kamni .. vo hai sunder naal..
jis pagli ne kar liya saajan ka mann Ram
Shyam bane hai Radhika aur Radha ban gayi Shyam
saanson ki maalaa pe simrun main pi ka naam.
apne mann ki main jaanun aur pii ke mann ki Ram.
yahi meri bandagi hai, yahi meri puujaa...
Catch the full song here
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Monday, December 08, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Song: Pukarta Chala Hoon Main
Pukaarataa Chalaa Huun Main
Galii Galii Bahaar Kii
Bas Ek Chhaa.Nv Zulf Kii
Bas Ik Nigaah Pyaar Kii
Pukaarataa Chalaa Huun Main
Ye Dillagii Ye Shokhiyaan Salaam Kii
Yahii.N To Baat Ho Rahii Hai Kaam Kii
Koi To Mud Ke Dekh Legaa Is Taraf
Koi Nazar To Hogii Mere Naam Kii
Pukaarataa Chalaa Huun Main
Sunii Merii Sadaa To Kis Yaqiin Se
Ghataa Utar Ke Aa Gayii Zamiin Pe
Rahii Yahii Lagan To Ai Dil-E-Javaan
Asar Bhii Ho Rahegaa Ik Hasiin Pe
Pukaarataa Chalaa Huun Main
Listen this song here
Some more songs
Galii Galii Bahaar Kii
Bas Ek Chhaa.Nv Zulf Kii
Bas Ik Nigaah Pyaar Kii
Pukaarataa Chalaa Huun Main
Ye Dillagii Ye Shokhiyaan Salaam Kii
Yahii.N To Baat Ho Rahii Hai Kaam Kii
Koi To Mud Ke Dekh Legaa Is Taraf
Koi Nazar To Hogii Mere Naam Kii
Pukaarataa Chalaa Huun Main
Sunii Merii Sadaa To Kis Yaqiin Se
Ghataa Utar Ke Aa Gayii Zamiin Pe
Rahii Yahii Lagan To Ai Dil-E-Javaan
Asar Bhii Ho Rahegaa Ik Hasiin Pe
Pukaarataa Chalaa Huun Main
Listen this song here
Some more songs
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Democrats , Republicans & New Candidate Atul Mehra?
With so much at stake, there is one candidate that may be able to make the difference. Mehra has surprised both Democrats and Republicans with a grass roots effort. This candidate has made many wonder: Who is Atul Mehra?
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
You Are The Result of Yourself
Because basically you have made of your life what you wanted.
Accept the difficulties of edifying yourself
And the worth of starting to correct your character.
The triumph of the true man arises from the ashes of his mistakes.
Never complain of your loneliness or your luck.
Face it with courage and accept it.
Somehow, they are the result of your acts and
It shows that you'll always win.
Don't feel frustrated of your own failures,
neither unload them to someone else.
Accept yourself now or you'll go on justifying yourself like a child.
Remember that any time is good to start
And that no time is so good to give up.
Don't forget that the cause of your present is your past,
As the cause of your future will be your present.
Learn from the brave, from the strong,
From who doesn't accept situations
From who will live in spite of everything.
Think less of your problems and more of your work.
Learn to arise from your pain,
And to be greater than the greatest of your obstacles.
Look at the mirror of yourself and you'll be free and strong
And you'll stop being a puppet of circumstances.
For you yourself are your destiny.
Wake up and stare at the sun in the mornings and breath the sun of dawn.
You're part of the strength of your life now,
Rise up, fight, walk, be sure and you'll win in life.
Don't ever think of 'fate'
For fate is the excuse of failures.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
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Wednesday, April 09, 2008
नि में जाना जोगी दे नाल : बुल्लेह शाह
Pilgrimage to Mecca would not suffice Even if you said a hundred prayers
गंगा गायन गल मूक दी नाही पावें सो सो गोते खायिएया
A trip to Ganges would serve no purpose Even if you took a hundred dips
गया गयां गल मूक दी नाही पावें सो सो पंड पर्हैयेह
Going to the Gaya temples would not help Even if you chanted a hundred mantras
बुल्लेह शाह गल तैयूं मूक दे जड़ों मई नु दिल्लों गवैयेह
Bulley Shah! The job shall only be done, When your heart is cleansed of your ego.
पढ़ पढ़ आलम फाज़ल होया कदी अपने आप नु पर्हेया ई
Much reading has made you a scholar, Yet not once have you read your inner self
जा जा वरदा मन्दिर मसीता कदी मुन् अपने विच वारर्या इ नई
You frequent every temple and mosque ,But never reach into your own heart
Aiwayn रोज़ शयतान नाल लार्दान कदी नाफ्स अपने नाल लार्र्य इ नई
Crusading against Satan endlessly , You yield to your temptations without a fight
बुल्लेह शाह आस्मानi उर्हीयाँ फर्दा जयरा घर बैठा ओह्नु फर्या ई नई
Bulley Shah! says You hunt for the prey Far out in the skies
जयरा घर बैठा ओह्नु फर्या ई नई
But never seek the game That lies within you
catch the full song here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2l2phq3RSM&NR=1
Monday, February 19, 2007
The secret of Liberation
"When, by the accumulation of Merits, a seeker comes
in contact with a Realized Master and surrenders
himself, then the Master, out of compassion, shows him
the path.
It is by following this path, the seeker is able to
cut apart all the knots of bondages and finally
attains liberation.
This is the state of absolute desirelessness, wherein
desires of this world or any other world cease to
exist. Even the desire for liberation ends. And with
that ends all the sufferings.
This state of liberation is achieved effortlessly by
the Grace of the Sadguru - the Realized Masters."
Conversations between Kabir & Aaman Devi.
in contact with a Realized Master and surrenders
himself, then the Master, out of compassion, shows him
the path.
It is by following this path, the seeker is able to
cut apart all the knots of bondages and finally
attains liberation.
This is the state of absolute desirelessness, wherein
desires of this world or any other world cease to
exist. Even the desire for liberation ends. And with
that ends all the sufferings.
This state of liberation is achieved effortlessly by
the Grace of the Sadguru - the Realized Masters."
Conversations between Kabir & Aaman Devi.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Amir Khusro(spiritual disciple of Nizamuddin Auliya of Delhi)
Khusrau darya prem ka, ulti wa ki dhaar,
Jo utra so doob gaya, jo dooba so paar.
Khusro says the river of love
Has a strange flow
One who jumps into it drowns,
And one who drowns, gets across.
Sej wo sooni dekh ke rovun main din raen,
Piya piya main karat hoon pehron, pal bhar sukh na chaen.
Day and night, I see an empty bed, and cry
Calling for my beloved, I remain restless for ever.
Jo utra so doob gaya, jo dooba so paar.
Khusro says the river of love
Has a strange flow
One who jumps into it drowns,
And one who drowns, gets across.
Sej wo sooni dekh ke rovun main din raen,
Piya piya main karat hoon pehron, pal bhar sukh na chaen.
Day and night, I see an empty bed, and cry
Calling for my beloved, I remain restless for ever.
Religion and Us
Most of the time there is a madness associated with a religion. People hate people of other religion not because other religion is bad but because of people's very nature of individualism. People hate people of other cast, other country, or the ones which have different ideology, thoughts or status. Every person likes or dislikes things based upon his experience or self set criteria. This is not religion but people (I would not call them followers, because they are not) who hate other people. Teachings of religions are spread either by books or by its teachers. Religion as itself is inert or has no power to work on its own. Religion is a power (power of people, who say they are of this religion) like atomic energy, which can be used either for construction or for destruction. If this knowledge goes in good hands, it serves the mankind; and if it goes in wrong hands, it spreads communal violence and hatred. This world was created with 'interdependence'. Nobody can survive on its own. And for maintaining harmony in daily life, people must learn to live with interdependence. Removal of people of different thoughts is simply not possible and will never happen. Mind is provided for thinking in either direction; upward or downward. Due to diversity and versatility of the world, climate, culture, race and nature etc, one size can never fit all. One University can not teach every student on earth. One mother can not give birth to every child on this planet. Whole world can not claim one place and so is true with one religion. Religions were taught/preached/spread keeping the audience and society in mind. Change is the nature of the world and if it stops changing, it will destroy itself. World still existed before the existence of any religion existing today. People were still there and so was the nature, climate etc. It can easily be concluded that this world can run without religion but religion can not run without the world. No religion is bad and it can never be.
Religion somewhat finds us through our parents. Most of us don’t choose our religion; but inherit it from our parents. We start believing whatever is told to us. And we never think of questioning it; either we are not allowed to or we don’t care about it. Questioning something is not abusing as long as it is put in right direction. It will help finding out true teachings of a religion. Regardless of efforts, over the period of time, impurities are mixed in everything. Languages, which were present in earlier times, are now obsolete. Even current languages are changing at a rapid pace. So is true with everything we see or speak. We enquire a lot about everything in life but, for religion, we follow whatever is told to us. Most of the time we inherit or follow rituals, hatred, good feelings, bad feelings about others told to us. Though reinventing wheel is not recommended, yet mind is not given just for assuming everything told. Understanding a religion by reading holy book(s) is limited to ones capability of understanding of such an intense & deep subject. Every student of a class is taught by same teacher and reads same books but exam results are not same. Similarly understanding of a religion of it's followers (practicing and non-practicing) can never be same. That is why there is so much madness and so many mad followers of every religion. Some are mad due to their understanding (very little knowledge) and some are intentionally mad for their individual gain. Difference in understanding will happen when we talk about something which can be understood only by experience. There are millions of colors in the world. For true appreciation of a color one has to see it. Reading only will never help. And it is foolishness fighting over description of a color, which is explained in a book using some text. That's what is happening in this world today.
What is the aim of our life and what is the aim of a religion? Aim of a religion is not to spread itself all over the world, but to make this world a better place and make it's followers life a better life. Making other's life hell is impurity and not part of teachings of any religion. Thoughts, like this, are preached for the benefit of the preacher (past or present) and are not suggested or promoted by a religion, because religion itself is inert. Aim of our life is something we have to find out.
that school, but he does not study for lifting his education level. You were assigned a religion at your birth; it is your job to get a Ph.D. in it or just stay, wherever you are today, performing some rituals told by your elders. Developing an understanding of a subject will take a while i.e. years and it can take your whole life when you talk about something which is beyond explanation and vision. You have got the life and opportunity to either use it or loose it. Body is yours but you are not the body. So run the body the way you want. You are master of it not the slave.
Worth reading this story
So to feed the Japanese population, fishing boats got bigger
and went farther than ever. The farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring in the fish. If the return trip took more than a few days, the fish were not fresh.
The Japanese did not like the taste. To solve this problem, fishing companies installed freezers on their boats.
They would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers
allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer. However, the
Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen and they did not like frozen fish. The frozen fish brought a lower price. So fishing companies installed fish tanks.
They would catch the fish and stuff them in the tanks,fin to fin. After a little thrashing around, the fish stopped moving. They were tired and dull, but alive. Unfortunately, the Japanese could still taste the difference. Because the fish did not move for days, they lost theirfresh-fish taste. The Japanese preferred the lively taste of fresh fish, not sluggish fish.
So how did Japanese fishing companies solve this problem? How do they get fresh-tasting fish to Japan? If you were consulting the fish industry,what would you recommend?
How Japanese Fish Stay Fresh: To keep the fish tasting fresh, the Japanese fishing companies still put the fish in the tanks. But now they add a small shark to each tank. The shark eats a few fish, but most of the fish arrive in a very lively state. The fish are challenged. Have you realized that some of us are also living in a pond but most ofthe time tired & dull, so we need a Shark in our life to keep us awake and moving? Basically in our lives Sharks are new challenges
to keep us active and taste better.....
The more intelligent, persistent and competent you are, the more you enjoy a challenge. If your challenges are the correct size, and if you are steadily conquering those challenges, you are Conqueror. You think of your challenges and get energized. You are excited to try new solutions.
You have fun.
You are alive!
You have fun.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
A thought went up...
A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish,--some way back,
I could not fix the year,
Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor definitely what it was,
Have I the art to say.
But somewhere in my soul, I know
I've met the thing before;
It just reminded me--'t was all--
And came my way no more.
by--Emily Dickinson
Thursday, December 29, 2005
What Did I Do Wrong . . .
We were so close together
Now so far apart
What happened in between
I can only feel in my heart
I wish you were here
To talk with me today
But I can't give a call
My body won't obey
Things seemed to be so perfect
Now they seem so wrong
I don't feel as though I know you
Where has our friendship gone
You used to be able to talk with me
About everything you felt
Now I feel I'm a stranger
My heart is starting to melt
We always used to talk
Until the middle of the night
I don't know what we talked about
But never once in a fight
I need you in my life
I need you as a friend
I need to laugh and cry with you
Forever 'till the end
I still don't know what has happened
Our friendship has lasted so long
But I can't help from wondering
What did I do wrong . . ?
Poem by - Nimmika
Now so far apart
What happened in between
I can only feel in my heart
I wish you were here
To talk with me today
But I can't give a call
My body won't obey
Things seemed to be so perfect
Now they seem so wrong
I don't feel as though I know you
Where has our friendship gone
You used to be able to talk with me
About everything you felt
Now I feel I'm a stranger
My heart is starting to melt
We always used to talk
Until the middle of the night
I don't know what we talked about
But never once in a fight
I need you in my life
I need you as a friend
I need to laugh and cry with you
Forever 'till the end
I still don't know what has happened
Our friendship has lasted so long
But I can't help from wondering
What did I do wrong . . ?
Poem by - Nimmika
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Thursday, August 25, 2005
On Friendship
This a chapter taken from Gibran's
famous book The PROPHET
And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship."
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
by Kahlil Gibran
famous book The PROPHET
And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship."
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
by Kahlil Gibran
Biography of Khalil Gibran 1883-1931
Kahlil Gibran
Poet, philosopher, and artist, was born in Lebanon, a land that has produced many prophets.
The millions of Arabic-speaking peoples familiar with his writings in that language consider him the genius of his age.
But he was a man whose fame and influence spread far beyond the Near East. His poetry has been translated into more than twenty languages.
His drawings and paintings have been exhibited in the great capitals of the world and compared by Auguste Rodin to the work of William Blake.
In the United States, which he made his home during the last twenty years of his life, he began to write in English.
The Prophet and his other books of poetry, illustrated with his mystical drawings, are known and loved by innumerable Americans who find in them an expression of the deepest impulses of man's heart and mind.
This quotation is from The Prophet's dust jacket, published by Knopf, NY
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