I would bend the knee before the poorest scavenger, the poorest untouchable in India for having participated in crushing him for centuries; I would even take the dust off his feet.
It is horrible! It is not the suffering and the death of the animals that is horrible, but the fact that the man without any need for so doing crushes his lofty feeling of sympathy and mercy for living creatures and does violence to himself that he may be cruel. The first element of moral life is abstinence.
Har kamyabi pe aap ka nam hoga,
Aap ke har kadam pe duniya ka salam hoga,
Muskilo ka samna himmat se karna,
Duya hai ek din waqt bhi aap ka gulam
hoga…
Kisi Se Baat Karna,Bolna Achcha Nahi Lagta,
Tujhe Dekha Hai Jabse,Doosra Achcha Nahi Lagta,
Teri Aankhon Mein Jabse Maine Apna Aks Dekha
Hai,
Mere Chahre Ko Koi Aaina Achcha Nahi Lagta,
Tere Baare Mein Din Bhar Sochta Rehta Hoon Main
Lekin,
Tere Baare Mein Sabse Poochna Achcha Nahi
Lagta,
But there are higher secrets of culture, which are not for the apprentices, but for proficients. These are lessons only for the brave. We must know our friends under ugly masks. The calamities are our friends.
Rango mein ghuli ladki kya laal gulabi hai, Jo dekhta hai kehta hai kya maal gulabi hai, Pichle baras tune jo bhigoya tha holi mein, Ab tak nishani ka woh rumaal gulabi hai.
The sincere love of books has nothing to do with cleverness or stupidity any more than any other sincere love. It is a quality of character, a freshness, a power of pleasure, a power of faith. A silly person may delight in reading masterpieces just as a silly person may delight in picking flowers. A fool may be in love with a poet as he may be in love with a woman.
Tujhe jana tere qareeb aane ke
baad,
Tujhe samjha tujhse dil lagane ke
baad,
Gum apna nahi gum to tera hai
mujhe, Kon chahega tuje itna mere jane k
baad.
Vimal Verma