বিধাতার আপন হাতে তৈরি এক আশ্চর্য নমুনা হে তুমি, মোহাম্মদ ইউনুস!
তোমার সৃষ্টিতে বিধাতা চেয়েছিলেন ইবলিশের এক মানব প্রতিরূপ গড়তে
তাই সভ্যতার ন্যূনতম প্রকাশ, স্নেহ, মায়া, ভালবাসা, লজ্জা, ভয়, শিষ্টতা
সমস্ত গুণাবলী সযতনে সরিয়ে রেখেছিলেন প্রভু তোমার সৃষ্টির মুহূর্তে।
তুমি যে মুর্তমান প্রতীক হবে ধরায় অসুন্দরের
আত্মাহীন একক অনন্য মানুষের কদর্য নিদর্শন
সর্বজ্ঞ জ্ঞানী বিধাতার কিছুই তো অজানা নয়।
তিনি জানতেন তোমার মধ্যে বিন্দুমাত্র মনুষ্যত্ব তিনি যদি দিতেন
তাহলে নির্ঘুম কাটত তোমার রাতের পর রাত
যমুনার নরম বিছানায় শুয়ে দুঃস্বপ্নে ভেঙে যেত ঘুম বীভৎস আতঙ্কে,
জেগে থাকতে তুমি অনন্ত কাল পৃথিবীর বুকে অসত্যের অপদূত হয়ে,
রাতের পর রাত তোমার চোখের সামনে ভেসে বেড়াত লাশের পর লাশ।
সাদ্দামের স্ত্রীর ঝুলন্ত নথর দেহ, তার অসহায় শিশুর নিষ্প্রাণ শরীর।
ঈশ্বরের অনন্য সৃষ্টি তুমি বেঁচে থাকো লক্ষ দিন
যেন মানুষ চেনে কাকে বলে নরকের কীট, আর কতটা সে নির্মম জালেম !
Two humans intrigued me all my life: Albert Einstein and Rabindra Nath Thakur. As a human being, Einstein was not perfect; notwithstanding, I call him the god of Science, and the other I call God of Beauty. In my darkest moment, I take shelter in Thakur, whom I refer to as gurudev. The person who had given so much love and light had to endure deep pain and insult throughout his life. Yet, despite all his glory, I would not trade my life with his, for God did not give me the strength that he gave gurudev to bear pain and stand firm amidst all adversities.
The two hours you spent on the makeup will make you beautiful for the night; if you worked those two hours on your soul instead, that would stay with you lifelong.
Every setback sets you a little further back.
And you wonder if you are still the same you!
Once you tripped and fell face down on the ground
Your parents had their hearts in their hands.
But you sprang up on your feet right there and sprinted away.
Now you wonder how you changed so much!
The bone memory dies hard.
It remembers how you slaved away for the success.
For one more project, one more, always one more.
The corporate hunger was insatiable!
How you deprived your little child
day after day, night after night, your own pleasure too!
On the day of your retirement, they gave you a watch.
Fully aware that the time when you needed it, was behind.
You are a burden to society now,
Though you contributed lifelong for your old days,
Now, you are considered too costly to keep.
They are patiently waiting for you to quietly disappear.
You sit on the worn-out chair on your porch.
under the shade of the peepal tree that you planted once.
And peer through a pair of thick glasses.
Time does not move; it is at a standstill.
Do you recognize the little child who just
tripped and bounced right back up, over there in the meadow?
Life goes on, my friend, with you or without
This chair on your porch will remain empty soon.
You're just a memory to a select few, your own kindred
and only till the time they too pass away.
When the world is boiling around you where could you find sanctity? You can find it only delving deep within you, not easy, it’s always works in progress but is the only thing that works.
Fly your flag half-mast,
Send your condolences to the family,
It’s a sad time for the nation.
A Prime Minister of the country
has passed away after a long illness.
Show your respect, do your due diligence.
But don’t sanitize the history.
This is a moment to be sad,
shed your tears, remember the good of the departed soul.
Write your eulogy with tears in your eyes,
with blood in your heart.
Forget and forgive, but remember,
The good can mask the bad for so long.
And the ugly ultimately rules history.
Yesterday’s friend may not remain today; consider that you were only supposed to walk together for so long! New friends will come and feel your lonely heart.
What is spirituality?
Are we spiritual beings having human experiences, or human beings experiencing spirituality?
It has already been settled that our primary needs are food, shelter, and sex, and many of us find happiness when those needs are met. Yet some of us seek fame and power, and even after satisfying those cravings, a lingering desire for more remains.
So people turn to religion for satisfaction, but religion only provides rudimentary answers, often twisted and even erroneous. And since religion has utterly failed to crack that mystery, we have hermits, sannasins, bhikshuks, and fakirs who go beyond their rudimentary quest. How many of them get the heart-filling, all-satisfying answers?
Then why does their quest never end? Why do they keep praying, meditating, and seeking without ever feeling truly fulfilled?
Because, in this search no answer is final, no quest finds a terminal resolution. There is no beginning, no end. We are bits of stardust experiencing ourselves. Exploring, discovering, creating, destroying, caught in an eternal loop, Indra's net.
Why do things happen in the way that they do?
Every living being is imbued with a tiny part of divine essence. It is essential to realize that good, bad, and the ugly are all part of that divine essence, and what the individual expresses in the world is the person's individual choice and the role the person has come to play in the cosmic interplay of eternity. Sanaton Dharma has called this Brahman's Leela. So far, I have not found a better explanation of why it happens the way it happens.
We think others make us angry; the truth is, it's our insecurity that makes us angry.
If you speak ill of Jesus Christ, the Christians will ignore you; if you speak ill of Avatars such as Rama or Krishna, chances are you may still be alive, but if you say one bad word against the Prophet Muhammad, you will be hunted and killed even if you hide in Timbuktu.