Genius is the naturalist or geographer of the supersensible regions, and draws their map; and, by acquainting us with new fields of activity, cools our affection for the old. These are at once accepted as the reality, of which the world we have conversed with is the show.
Everyone has in him something divine, something his own, a chance of perfection and strength in however small a sphere which God offers him to take or refuse. The task is to find it, develop it & use it. The chief aim of education should be to help the growing soul to draw out that in itself which is best and make it perfect for a noble use.
It is contended that those who have been bred at Eton, Harrow, Rugby, and Westminster, that the public sentiment within each of those schools is high-toned and manly; that, in their playgrounds, courage is universally admired, meanness despised, manly feelings and generous conduct are encouraged: that an unwritten code of honor deals to the spoiled child of rank, and to the child of upstart wealth an even-handed justice, purges their nonsense out of both, and does all that can be done to make them gentlemen.
Write. No amount of self-inflicted misery, altered states, black pullovers or being publicly obnoxious will ever add up to your being a writer. Writers write. On you go.
Kis say kahoon ?
kis kis ko samjhaoon…
kay aur ronay ko dil ab nahi kerta…
koi laikin kiya jaaney, kiya samjhey..
kay inn aankhon sai na janey
kabhi kabhi.. kitney aansoo barastey hain…
Or yai dil tou….
aksar hi aasooda-e-gham rehta hai…
Woh jatey jatey Aankhon mai sapney saja gaya
Goya baghair saans kai jeena sikha gaya.
Tanhayion Se Nahin Hum Mehfil
Se Darte Hain Duniya Se Nahin
Hum Khud Se Darte Hain Yun To
Bahut Kuchh Khoya Hai Humne
Na Jaane Kyun Tumhe Khone Se
Darte Hain
Bas Ab Ek Haan Ke Intezaar Me
Raat Yunhi Guzar Jaayegi, Ab
Toh Bas Uljhan Hai Saath Mere
Neend Kahan Aayegi, Subah Ki
Kiran Na Jaane Konsa Sandesh
Laayegi, Rimjhim Is Gungunayegi
Ya Pyaas Adhuri Reh Jaayegi.