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My takeaway for the New Year


   "The day shall usher in a new era of liberty when a large number of men and women, taking courage from the idea of serving humanity and liberating them from sufferings and distress, decide that there is no alternative before them except devoting their lives for this cause. They will wage a war against their oppressors, tyrants or exploiters, not to become kings, or to gain any reward here or in the next birth or after death in paradise; but to cast off the yoke of slavery, to establish liberty and peace they will tread this perilous, but glorious path." 
~ An extract from “Why I am an Atheist” by Bhagat Singh 



This verse from Bhagavat Gita loosely translates as : 

"For the upliftment of the good and the virtuous,
 For the destruction of evil,
For the re-establishment of the natural law,
I will come, in every age.”


I faintly remember a poem by Rabindranath Tagore which went like :

We are God's children,
who is the lord of the earth;
All of us are princes and princesses,
We all have rights to our Father's property. 

P.S. : Did you notice ? An atheist, a spiritual text and a poet - all speak in one tongue.

Comments

Haritha P Singh said…
HMM.. U did think for the new year! nice to hear :)
Rià said…
Happy New Year Sweetie!! :)
Raj said…
and the tongue are all clouded by a thin veil of language. and so we think its so very different. and we fight. that no this is better and that is better. and so on and so forth.

happy new year stranger!

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