आपल्या काळात .......

आपल्या काळात इमारतींची उंची वाढली 

पण माणुसकीची कमी झाली का ? 

रस्ते रुंद झाले; पण दृष्टी अरुंद झाली का? 

खर्च वाढला आणि शिल्लक कमी झाली 

घरं मोठी पण कुटुंबं छोटी ......

सुखसोयी पुष्कळ; पण वेळ दुर्मिळ झाला.

पदव्या स्वस्त झाल्या आणि शहाणपण महाग 

माहितीचे डोंगर जमले; पण नेमकेपणाचे झरे आटले. 

तज्ज्ञ औषधे भरपूर; पण आरोग्य कमी झाले.   

मालकीची भाषा वाढली, मुल्यांची कमी 

आपण बोलतो फार......प्रेम क्वचित करतो......आणि तिरस्कार सहज करतो......

राहणीमान उंचावले; पण जगण दर्भद्री झाले.

आपल्या जगण्यात वर्षाची भर पडली; पण आपल्या वर्षामध्ये जगण्याची नाही 

आपण भले चंद्रावर गेलो-आलो; पण शेजारच्या नव्या माणसाला भेटण काही होत नाही.

बाहेरचा परिसर आपण जिंकत चाललो आहोत; पण आतल्या हरण्याचं काय ? 

हवा शुद्ध करण्यासाठी आटापिटा; पण आत्म्याच्या गूदमरण्याचं काय? 

आपली आवक वाढली; पण नियत कमी झाली 

संख्या वाढली - गुणवत्ता घसरली. 

हा काळ उंच माणसांचा; पण खुज्या व्यक्तिमत्वांचा

उदंड फायद्यांचा; पण उथळ नात्यांचा. 

जागतिक शांतीच्या गप्पांचा पण घरातल्या युद्धांचा 

मोकळा वेळ हाताशी; पण त्यातली गंमत गेलेली. 

विविध खाद्यप्रकार; पण त्यात सत्व काही नाही 

दोन मिळवती माणसं; पण त्यांचे घटस्फोट वाढलेले. 

घरं नटली; पण घरकुलं दुभंगली 

दिखाव्याच्या खिडकीत खूप काही मांडलेलं; पण कोठीची खोली रिकामीच. 

हे पत्र तुमच्यापर्यंत पोचवणारं तंत्रज्ञान आज आहे 

आणि आज आहे तुमचं स्वातंत्र्यही......
ह्या पत्राकडे लक्ष देण्याचं किंवा न देण्याचं
यातलं काही वाटलं तर बदला.....
किंवा ......विसरून जा......


                                                                       मूळ लेखक : दलाई लामा 
                                                                       अनुवाद      : शोभा भागवत 

(The Above One In English Is Just Below This Post)

THE PARADOX OF OUR TIMES

Is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers

Wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints

We spend more, but we have less.

We have bigger houses, but smaller families

More conveniences, but less time.

We have more degrees, but less sense

More knowledge, but less judgement

More experts, but more problems

More medicines, but less wellness.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.

We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often

We have learnt how to make a living, but not a life.

We have added years to life, but not life to years.

We've been all the way to the moon and back

But have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour.

We have conquered outer space, but not inner space.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted our soul.

We've split the atom, but not our prejudice.

We've higher incomes, but lower morals.

We've become long on quantity but short on quality.

These are the times of tall men, and short character;

Steep profits, and shallow relationships.

These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare,

More leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.

These are the days of two incomes, but more divorces;

Of fancier houses, but broken homes.

It is a time when there is much in the show window, and nothing in the stockroom.

A time when technology can bring this letter to you,

And a time when you can choose,

Either to make a difference .... or just hit, delete.

- His Holiness the Dalai Lama

(Marathi version of this is posted in the above post)

Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed--and gazed--but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.                                                                - By William Wordsworth

Live Life Kingsize!! शायद ज़िन्दगी बदल रही है!!

शायद ज़िन्दगी बदल रही है!!

जब हम छोटे थे, शायद दुनिया बहुत बड़ी हुआ करती थी..

मुझे याद है मेरे घर से "स्कूल" तक का वो रास्ता, क्या क्या नहीं था वहां, 
चाट के ठेले, जलेबी की दुकान, बर्फ के गोले, सब कुछ,

अब वहां "मोबाइल शॉप", "विडियो पार्लर" हैं, फिर भी सब सूना है..

शायद अब दुनिया सिमट रही है...


जब हम छोटे थे, शायद शामे बहुत लम्बी हुआ करती थी.

हम हाथ में पतंग की डोर पकडे, घंटो उडा करते थे, लम्बी "साइकिल रेस", वो बचपन के खेल, वो हर शाम थक के चूर हो जाना,

अब शाम नहीं होती, दिन ढलता है और सीधे रात हो जाती है.

शायद वक्त सिमट रहा है..

Swami Vivekananda's Stunning Words...!!!!!

When I Asked God for Strength

          He Gave Me Difficult Situations to Face


When I Asked God for Brain & Brown

          He Gave Me Puzzles in life to Solve


When I Asked God for Happiness

          He Showed Me Some Unhappy People


When I Asked God for Wealth

          He Showed Me How to Work Hard


When I Asked God for Favors

          He Showed Me opportunities to Work Hard


When I Asked God for Peace

          He Showed Me How to Help Others


God Gave Me Nothing I Wanted

          He Gave Me Everything I Needed

                                                          - Swami Vivekananda

સુખને એક અવસર તોહ આપો - સરખામણી નું દુખ

Received a Beautiful Mail from a Friend, can't resist from sharing it here!! 

Truly Inspiring........ One day I decided to quit...

Received a Nice story by e-mail.. I thought to share it here....

One day I decided to quit...
I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality... I wanted to quit my life.

I went to the woods to have one last talk with God. 
"God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"
His answer surprised me...
"Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"
"Yes", I replied.
When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them.
I gave them light. I gave them water.
The fern quickly grew from the earth.
Its brilliant green covered the floor.
Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed.
But I did not quit on the bamboo.
In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.
And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed.
But I did not quit on the bamboo. He said.
"In the third year, there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit. In the fourth year, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. "I would not quit." He said. "Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth.