“My heart is afraid to suffer”

“Why do we have to listen to our hearts?” the boy asked, when they had made camp that day.

“Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you’ll find your treasure.”

“But my heart is agitated,” the boy said. “It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it’s become passionate over a woman of the desert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I’m thinking about her.”

“Well, that’s good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say.”

“My heart is a traitor,” the boy said to the alchemist, when they had paused to rest the horses. “It doesn’t want me to go on.”

“That makes sense. Naturally it’s afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you’ve won.”

“Well, then, why should I listen to my heart?”

“Because you will never again be able to keep it quiet. ”

“You mean I should listen, even if it’s treasonous?”

“Treason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know your heart well, it will never be able to do that to you. Because you’ll know its dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them.

“My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer,” the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky.

“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.”

From “The Alchemist”

Gods must be crazy

A worldwide survey was conducted by the UN. 


The only question asked was: "Would you please give your honest opinion about solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world?"

The survey was a huge failure....
In Africa they didn't know what 'food' meant.
In India they didn't know what 'honest' meant.
In Europe they didn't know what 'shortage' meant.
In China they didn't know what 'opinion' meant.
In the Middle East they didn't know what 'solution' meant.
In South America they didn't know what 'please' meant.
And in the USA they didn't know what 'the rest of the world' meant!


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फुलावं कसं आणि भुलावं कसं

'मी आत्ता सरळ-सरळ तुझ्याकडे बघतोय. बाकीचेही बघताहेत. तुला पुरुषांच्या नजरेची, बघण्याची चीड नाही का येत?'

'का यावी? मी स्विमिंग ड्रेस मध्ये असताना पुरुष बघणारच. त्यांनी बघावं म्हणून मी इथे येत नाही. इट इज अ पार्ट ऑफ गेम! पुरुष पाहणारच.

स्वाभाविक गोष्टींवर चिडण्यात अर्थच नसतो. भुंगे जमावेत म्हणून कमळ फुलत नाही, आणि एखादं कमळ पकडायचं ठरवून भुंगे भ्रमण करत नाहीत. फुलणं हा कमळाचा धर्म, भुलणं हा भुंग्यांचा धर्म. जाणकारांनी, रसिकांनी कमळाकडे पाहावं, भुंग्याकडे पाहावं आणि फुलावं कसं आणि भुलावं कसं हे शिकावं' 

                                                                                                      --- वपु         

The story of Faith

An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty. 
He asks one of his new students to stand and..... 
Prof: So you believe in God? 
Student: Absolutely, sir. 
Prof : Is God good? 
Student: Sure. 
Prof: Is God all-powerful? 
Student: Yes. 
Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. 
Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm? 
(Student is silent. ) 
Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good? 
Student: Yes. 
Prof: Is Satan good? 
Student : No. 
Prof: Where does Satan come from? 
Student: From...God.. . 
Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world? 
Student: Yes. 
Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct? 
Student: Yes. 
Prof: So who created evil? 
(Student does not answer.) 
Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they? 
Student: Yes, sir. 
Prof: So, who created them? 
(Student has no answer.) 
Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. 
Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God? 
Student: No, sir. 
Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God? 
Student: No, sir. 
Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter? 
Student: No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't. 
Prof: Yet you still believe in Him? 
Student: Yes. 
Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. 
What do you say to that, son? 
Student: Nothing. I only have my faith. 
Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has. 
Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat? 
Prof: Yes. 
Student: And is there such a thing as cold? 
Prof: Yes.
Student: No sir. There isn't. 
(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.) 
Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can heat 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. 
There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it . 
(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.) 
Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness? 
Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness? 
Student: You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light....But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?
Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man? 
Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed. 
Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how? 
Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. 
Now tell me, Professor.Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey? 
Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do. 
Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir? 
(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.) 
Student:Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?(The class is in uproar.)
Student:Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?
(The class breaks out into laughter.) 
Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain,sir.
With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir? 
(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)
Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.
Student:That is it sir... The link between man & god is FAITH. That is all that keeps things moving & alive. 


NB: I believe you have enjoyed the conversation...and if so...you'll probably want your friends/colleagues to enjoy the same... won't you?.... 
This is a true story, and the student was Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam, the former president of India

गतीचे गीत

शृंखला पायी असू दे, मी गतीचे गीत गाई 

दुःख उधळायास आता, आसवांना वेळ नाही 

ओस आडोशात केले, पापण्यांचे रिक्त प्याले 

मीच या वेडावणार्‍या माझिया छायेस भ्याले 

भोवती होते घृणेचे ते थवे घोंघावणारे 

संपले होते निवारे बंद होती सर्व दारे 

वाडगे घेऊन हाती, जिद्द प्राणांची निघाली 

घाबरी करुणा जगाची, लांबुनी चतकोर घाली 

माझिया रक्तासवे अन चालली माझी लढाई 

दुःख उधळायास आता, आसवांना वेळ नाही 

त्या तिथे वळणावरी पण वेगळा क्षण एक आला 

एकटे एकत्र आले आणि हा जत्था निघाला 

घोर रात्री श्वापदांच्या, माजलेले रान होते 

पांगळ्यांना पत्थरांचे ते खडे आव्हान होते 

टाकलेली माणसे अन् त्यक्त ती लाचार माती 

त्यातुनी आले ऋतूंचे भाग्य या घायाळ हाती 

पेटती प्रत्येक पेशी मी असा अंगार झाले 

आसवे अन् घाम यांचा आगळा शृंगार चाले 

वेदनेच्या गर्द रानी गर्जली आनंद द्वाही

दुःख उधळायास आता, आसवांना वेळ नाही  

कोंडलेल्या वादळांच्या ह्या पहा अनिवार लाटा 

माणसांसाठी उद्याच्या, येथुनी निघतील वाटा 

पांगळ्यांच्या सोबतीला, येऊ द्या बलदंड बाहू 

निर्मितीची मुक्त गंगा, द्या इथे मातीत वाहू 

नांगरू स्वप्ने उद्याची, येथली फुलतील शेते 

घाम गाळील ज्ञान येथे, येथुनी उठतील नेते 

ह्याचसाठी वाहिली ही सर्व निढळाची कमाई 

दुःख उधळायास आता, आसवांना वेळ नाही  

                                                                                                                        --- बाबा आमटे 

मामा

मामा या नावाची गंमतच आहे. त्याला 'शकुनी' म्हणावं तरी पंचाईत आणि अपशकुनी म्हणावं तरी पंचाईत.

                                                                                                                  --- पु. ल.                                                                                                                             

                                                                                                       

कणा (विडंबन)

ओळखलंत का PM मला? क्युबिकल मध्ये आला कोणी, 

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बेकायदेशीर झोपडीप्रमाणे software मध्ये येऊन बसले,

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tester चे डोके खातो आहे, analyst ला शिव्या देतो आहे!

test data संपला, tester देखील दमला, सगळा घोळ झाला,

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एक Certified Programmer असूनही मी आज असा हा फसलो...

आणि शेवटी नाईलाज झाला म्हणून तुमच्या समोर येऊन बसलो!

Keyboard कडे हात जाताच लगबगीनं उठला,

group mail नको सर, जरा location change हवासा वाटला...

कोलमडले जरी software तरी शाबूत आहे कणा,

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                                                           --- श्रीनिवास मुजुमदार (मूळ लिंक)