knowledgeable - A blog by Shivam Lotusway

Where the Mind is Without Fear  Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where knowledge is free Where the world has not been broken up into fragments By narrow domestic walls Where words come out from the depth of truth Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit Where the mind is led forward by thee Into ever-widening thought and action Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

The Bridge Builder An old man going a lone highway, Came, at the evening cold and gray, To a chasm vast and deep and wide. Through which was flowing a sullen tide The old man crossed in the twilight dim, The sullen stream had no fear for him; But he turned when safe on the other side And built a bridge to span the tide. “Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near, “You are wasting your strength with building here; Your journey will end with the ending day, You never again will pass this way; You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide, Why build this bridge at evening tide?” The builder lifted his old gray head; “Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said, “There followed after me to-day A youth whose feet must pass this way. This chasm that has been as naught to me To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be; He, too, must cross in the twilight dim; Good friend, I am building this bridge for him!”

The Lake Isle of Innisfree ´ I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, ´ And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; ´ Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee ´ And live alone in the bee-loud glade. ´ And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, ´ Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; ´ T here midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, ´ A nd evening full of the linnet’s wings. ´ I will arise and go now, for always night andday ´ I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; ´ While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, ´ I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

OF Expense  Riches are for spending, and spending for honour and good actions. Therefore extraordinary expense must be limited by the worth of the occasion; for voluntary undoing may be as well for a man’s country as for the kingdom of heaven. But ordinary expenses ought to be limited by a man’s estate, and governed with such regard, as it be with his compass, and not subject to deceit and abuse of servants; and ordered to the best show, that the bills may be less than the estimation abroad. Certainly, if a man will keep but of even hand, his ordinary expenses ought to be but to the half of his receipts; and if he thinks to wax rich, but to the third part. it is no baseness for the greatest to descend and look into their own estate. Some forebear it, not upon negligence alone, but doubting to bring themselves into melancholy, in respect they shall find it broken. But wounds cannot be cured without searching. He that can look into his estate but seldom, it behoveth him to turn all to c

My Bank Account Stephen Leacock my bank account  When I go into a bank I get nervous. The clerks make me nervous; the little windows at the counters make me nervous the sight of the money makes me nervous; everything makes me nervous. The moment I go through the door of a bank and attempt to do business there, I become an irresponsible fool. I attempt to do business there, I become an irresponsible fool. I knew this before I went in, but my salary had been raised to fifty six dollars a month and I felt that the bank was the only place. For it. So I walked in with dragging feet and looked shyly round at the clerks. I had an idea that a person about to open an account was obliged to consult the manager. I went up to a counter marked ‘Accountant’. The Accountant was a tall, cool fellow. The very sight of him made me nervous. My voice was deep and hollow . can I see the manager? I said, and added solemnly alone. I don’t know why I said ‘alone’. certainly, siad the accountant, and fetched h

Goodwill (Yajurveda) May that by which wise men, skilful in rituals and steady in assemblies perform their tasks that peerless Spirit that lies in all creatures, May that my Mind resolve on what is good. May that which is deep knowledge, intellect, memory That which is the deathless Flame in living beings, Without which noting whatever is done, May that may Mind resolve on what is good May that which guides men like a good charioteer Who controls fleet-footed horses with the reins, That which abides in the heart, most swift and active, May that may Mind resolve on what is good.

To the Cuckoo O blithe newcomer! I have heard, I here thee and rejoice: O Cuckoo! Shall I call you the bird, or but a wandering voice? Well I am lying on the Grass thy twofold shout I hear; from hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off and near. Though babbling only to the vale Of sunshine and flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the spring! Even yet thou art to me No but, but an invisible thing, a voice, a mystery; The same whom in my schoolboy days I listen to; that cry which made me look a thousands days in bush, and tree and sky. To seek thy I often rove through woods on the green and thou wert still a hope, a love still longed for never seen. And I can listen to thee yet can lie upon the plain and listen, till I do beget  That golden time again O blessed birth the earth we pace again appear to be an unsubstantial, fairy place that is fit home for thee. -William Wordsworth word meanings :- Blithe = हंसमुख , पुलकित Newcomer = अज

chapter-1  Invocation  Let us have concord with our own people  And concord with people who are strangers to us;  Asvins, create between us nad the strangers  a unity of hearts.  May we unite in our minds, unite in our purposes,  and not fight against the divine spirit within us. Let not the battle-cry rise amidst many slain, nor the arrows of the War-God fall with break of the day.