GOOD MORNING

GOOD MORNING

Have you ever spent a day with yourself,
appreciating yourself,loving yourself
for who you are?
Have you ever lived for yourself
and simply enjoyed being alive?
Do you remember who you used to be
before you became the person that
you are now?
Stare into the mirror.
Look hard and  you'll see that the
stranger there has loved you, 
has carried you, all along,
this one who is yourself
but is now cloaked by
the shadows of your life,
and the shadows of another.
Celebrate this one,
bring your deeper self out,
sit down together, and feast long
on who you are,
and who you yet can be.

       

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All the world 's a Stage.

Inspirational Ideas Some inspirational ideas and quotes from the great Seer Poets can become like mantras. They invoke and explain powerful ideas with a poetic flow that touches the soul. These are a few quotes and ideas that have frequently inspired me. Humility We may be proud of our current situation, but we can never take our fate for granted. We play many parts’ reminds us that we can experience life from any perspective. It is a reminder of the golden ruleto love thy neighbour as thyself. As a part we play today, maybe very different tomorrow. Love vs Power The nature of the mind is to wish to exercise power.  But, when we strive for power, peace disappears.  If we replace the love of power, with the power of love, the world will be changed. It is our heart power that can bring peace and not the battle for supremacy. The Nature of Love In human love there is often attachment and desire.  We love, but there is a partial desire to benefit ourselves. The real divine love is unconditional. We love for love’s sake and are not influenced by outer circumstances.  In real love, forgiveness comes spontaneously.  There is no sense of sacrifice, only love. The Nature of Self Walt Whitman’s classic opening from ‘Song of Myself’ is a joyful reminder of our highest self – our real self.  It is a reminder of the underlying oneness we have with creation. The Vedic Seers wrote many centuries ago that  our inner nature is delight. This is an inspiration for us to grow from the little ‘I’ (ego) to the bigger I Beauty It feel superfluous to add to this momentous line from John Keats. An invocation of beauty and joy. Heaven on Earth Another epic of English poetry. A reminder heaven is in the eye of the beholder. If we can be aware and  grateful of nature, we can see miracles everyday. Perfection In the outer life, we see teeming imperfection.  The human mind is apt to criticise and condemn.  But, from a different consciousness and a different perspective we see the spirit behind the material world. God is Love God can be described in many ways, but the greatest is love. Change Everybody want to change the world, but who wants to love the world? We can love the world, by first loving ourselves in a divine way. Hope Hope is essential in human life. Love v Hate Love is long suffering, love is kind, it is not jealous, love does not boast, it is not inflated. Inner Peace We can buy many things in this world, but inner peace can never be bought – only cultivated by our inner attitude.  But, if we have inner peace, we have everything.         VISIT BLOG &FWD TO YOUR FRIENDS GO THROUGH THE I LAND POSTS             ramajayam.rediffiland.com ramajayamgomati.blogspot.com   RAMNATH

Today is ghazal maestro Jagjit Singh's 72nd birthday and Google doodle is celebrating the fact in style.

Today is ghazal maestro Jagjit Singh's 72nd birthday and Google doodle is celebrating the fact in style. Google has splashed Jagjit Singh's picture across its omnipresent search page. Jagjit Singh, aka Jagmohan Singh was born in Rajasthan, but with father's encouragement shifted to Bombay to ply his trade and thereby for ever changed the way Indians look at music and the entertainment music that mostly, till then, was engrossed in kitsch love songs by Mohammad Rafi, Kishore Kumar, Lata Mangeshkar troika's Bollywood offering. Jagjit Singh breathed fresh air into the genre with his melodious and soothing voice that took the middle and late seventies and much of the next two decades by storm. He met and married Chitra Dutta there in 1969, (she divorced her first husband) and the duo created the album 'Unforgettables' that even today manages to move millions with its touching rendition - that was in 1976. Jagjit Singh, along with Chitra went on to release many albums thereafter, that went on to become extremely popular and more than that his encouragement of the genre led to many pupils of his making it big in the industry, most notably Pankaj Udhaas. Jagjit Singh also encouraged artistes from Pakistan to come to India to ply their trade and that led to Ghulam Ali becoming an instant hit with the Indian audiences. Among the most popular of Jagjit Singh's albums were 'Live in Concert at Wembley' and 'Ecstasies'. His work was also picked up by Bollywood movies most notably 'Arth' 'Saath Saath', 'Bahuroopi', 'Avishkaar', 'Griha Pravesh', 'Ek Baar Kaho'. Jagjit Singh died in Mumbai on 10 October 2011 due to a massive cerebral haemorrhage. Notables by Jagjit Singh: Koi Yeh Kaise Bataye, Too Nahin To Zindagi Mein Aur Kya Reha Jayega, Yun Zindagi Ki Raah Mein, Jhuki Jhuki Si Nazar, Tum Itna Jo Muskura Rahe Ho, Pyar Mujh Se Jo Kiya Tumne, Yeh Tera Ghar Yeh Mera Ghar, Tum Ko Dekha To Yeh Khayal Aaya, Yeh Bata De Mujhe Zindagi. Tujh ko darya dili ki qasam saqiya=JAGJIT &CHITRA SINGH (RARE GAZAL) Tujh ko darya dili ki qasam saqiya  Mushtaqil daur par daur chalta rahe Ronaq e maikada yoon hi badati rahe Ek girta rahe ek sambhalta rahe  Sirf shabnam hi shan e gulistan nahi Shola o gul ka bhi doar chalta rahe Ashk bhi chashm e poornam se bahte rahain Aur dil se dhooan bhi nikalta rahe  Tere kabze may hai ye mizami jahan   Tu jo chahe to sahara bane gulistan  Tere kabze may hai ye mizami jahan   Tu jo chahe to sahara bane gulistan  Har nazar par  teri phool khilte rahe   Har ishare pe mausam badalta rahe  Sirf shabnam hi shan e gulistan nahi Shola o gul ka bhi doar chalta rahe  Tere chehre pe ye zulf bikhri hui Neend ki god may subah nikhri hui  Tere chehre pe ye zulf bikhri hui Neend ki god may subah nikhri hui   Aur is par sitam ye adayain teri dil hai Akhir kahan tak sambhalta rahe  Sirf shabnam hi shan e gulistan nahi Shola o gul ka bhi doar chalta rahe  Is may khoon e tamanna ki takeer hai..!!! ye wafae mohabbat ki taqdeer hai Is may khoon e tamanna ki takeer hai..!!! ye wafae mohabbat ki taqdeer hai aisi taqdeer badale ye mumkin nahi rang chahe zamana badalta rahe Sirf shabnam hi shan e gulistan nahi Shola o gul ka bhi doar chalta rahe Ashk bhi chashm e poornam se bahte rahain Aur dil se dhooan bhi nikalta rahe YOU MAY VISIT & FWD TO YOUR FRIENDS PLEASE GO THROUGH THE POSTS  ramajayam.rediffiland.com ramajayamgomati.blogspot.com

TEARS!!!!!!

TEARS!!!!!!

Hi friends,
I got this in my mail and after reading this I could not stop tears to fall from my eyes. I don't know wether it is true or just a story but its really very very touching story. I wish its just a imaginative story.
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The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old

The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny

are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear..''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'

His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God.

Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet.

I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing.

He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'

'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough..' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it.

There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'

Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough

money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''

'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much.

But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

'My mommy loves white roses.'

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.


I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.

I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a youngwoman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.


Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went tothe funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed forpeople to see and make last wishes before her burial.


She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.


And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

OM SAIRAM

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