Swami Vivekananda's Speech (The World Parliament of Religions, Chicago WELCOME ADDRESS - Chicago, Sept 11, 1893)

Sisters and Brothers of America,

It fills my heart with joy unspeakable to rise in response to the warm and cordial welcome which you have given us. l thank you in the name of the most ancient order of monks in the world; I thank you in the name of the mother of religions; and I thank you in the name of the millions and millions of Hindu people of all classes and sects.

My thanks, also, to some of the speakers on this platform who, referring to the delegates from the Orient, have told you that these men from far-off nations may well claim the honor of bearing to different lands the idea of toleration. I am proud to belong to a religion which has taught the world both tolerance and universal acceptance. We believe not only in universal toleration, but we accept all religions as true. I am proud to belong to a nation which has sheltered the persecuted and the refugees of all religions and all nations of the earth. I am proud to tell you that we have gathered in our bosom the purest remnant of the Israelites, who came to the southern India and took refuge with us in the very year in which their holy temple was shattered to pieces by Roman tyranny. I am proud to belong to the religion which has sheltered and is still fostering the remnant of the grand Zoroastrian nation. I will quote to you, brethren, a few lines from a hymn which I remember to have repeated from my earliest boyhood, which is every day repeated by millions of human beings:

"As the different streams having their sources in different
places all mingle their water in the sea, so, O Lord, the
different paths which men take through different tendencies,
various though they appear, crooked or straight, all lead to Thee."

The present convention, which is one of the most august assemblies ever held, is in itself a vindication, a declaration to the world, of the wonderful doctrine preached in the Gita:

"Whosoever comes to Me, through whatsoever form, I reach him;
all men are struggling through paths which in the end lead to Me."

Sectarianism, bigotry, and its horrible descendant, fanaticism, have long possessed this beautiful earth. They have filled the earth with violence, drenched it often and often with human blood, destroyed civilization, and sent whole nations to despair. Had it not been for these horrible demons, human society would be far more advanced than it is now. But their time has come; and I fervently hope that the bell that tolled this morning in honor of this convention may be the death-knell of all fanaticism, of all persecutions with the sword or with the pen, and of all uncharitable feelings between persons wending their way to the same goal.

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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening ( Robert Frost)

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

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Tulips(Sylvia plath)

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses
And my history to the anesthetist and my body to surgeons.

They have propped my head between the pillow and the sheet-cuff
Like an eye between two white lids that will not shut.
Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in.
The nurses pass and pass, they are no trouble,
They pass the way gulls pass inland in their white caps,
Doing things with their hands, one just the same as another,
So it is impossible to tell how many there are.

My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water
Tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently.
They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep
Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage
My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox,
My husband and child smiling out of the family photo;
Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.

I have let things slip, a thirty-year~old cargo boat
Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.
They have swabbed me clear of my loving associations.
Scared and bare on the green plastic-pillowed trolley
I watched my teaset, my bureaus of linen, my books
Sink out of sight, and the water went over my head.
I am a nun now, I have never been so pure.

I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free -
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,
And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets.
It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them
Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet.

The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe
Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby.
Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.
They are subtle: they seem to float, though they weigh me down
Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color,
A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.

Nobody watched me before, now I am watched.
The tulips turn to me, and the window behind me
Where once a day the light slowly widens and slowly thins,
And I see myself, flat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow
Between the eye of the sun and the eyes of the tulips,
And I have no face, I have wanted to efface myself
The vivid tulips eat my oxygen.

Before they came the air was calm enough,
Coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss.
Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise.
Now the air snags and eddies round them the way a river
Snags and eddies round a sunken rust-red engine.
They concentrate my attention, that was happy
Playing and resting without committing itself.

The walls, also, seem to be warming themselves.
The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;
They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat,
And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea,
And comes from a country far away as health.


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A short story

..Yes i can hear the sound of train.....But the problem is that i cann't recognize ...in which direction it is going......East....or West....no....South or North.......no i cann't..........................
Time is going to 6.30pm....i like this time ......i cann't explain how much........why?
Light breeze .......songs from temple.........colourfull sky.........
yes.....some birds there......migratory birds.........they are going back to their nest.....
i also want to fly with them......through my imagination i started to fly.....but in unconscious mind....
with full of consciousness i tried to pull back the string of my mind...but it is not coming......it is going away...far away from my body.......
Now i am far away from my home.....in the sky....now i am able to see full mountains,......top of big big trees............rivers..........humans are appearing as small..small...ant like.........huge buildings are like soap boxes.....now in this condition i started to think about human life........it is not a permanent one.....it is very short......but then also they are quarrelling eachother..........why? for what?? then words of swami vivekananda came to mind....."now you are living in the rented house.....You should give the rent to the owner before you are leaving ...otherwise that is not fare""....am i right??? i think now i can touch the sky....but ohh..it is not possible.....it is still far.......ohh......now i can see some stars in sky.......it is the time to go back.......but it is very nice to go through the sky along with flying birds....................something is coming from that side.....what is that??ohh! God...is it going to rain? big big clouds are coming..........poor stars...birds......i can clearly see all trees started to smile...... ......i started to return.......near to my home....all people are running.....................i want to be there...but a voice.......gadha...gadha.......ohh!why grandma.....i am here only....I murmered..................................

"Roll Model"
Don't try to imitate others.....
You can live according to your views....
It is your world...world of happiness....and sorrows...
We are creating this...why you cann't agree??
Don't take anyone as your roll model......
But you must try to become a model by yourself
........through your journey of life...............

"Train the Mind properly................................."

Just think How we can achieve .....................?

a) Mental calmness
b) Control of senses
c) Fearlessness
d) Patience
e) Forbearance
f) Universal friendship
g) Faith
h) Devotion
i) Creative power, adventure, experimentation

Each persons mentality will be of different types...someone's well developed...and in others poorly developed.........But everyone has the ability to train mind to improve strength, willpower and moral values....

Education, consists of school and university education related to arts, science,....etc. For giving good education and morality to people, society builds schools and colleges.

But unfortunately recent trends showing gradual decrease in ethical & moral values. Why.....??

Why it is like that??? We should think surely.....Am i right??? You can also imagine......What a pathetic condition!

What may be the reason behind that?.....Due to the problem of education......may be...or may not be......

Due to the unproper education system now a days most students are like machines....ohhh!! Horrible condition......they are far away from humanity....

To where these humans are running........any way they will reach same place....but they do not have time.....

But anyway, in this situation also You Can train Your Mind Properly....But thing is that You must have the mind for that........


Mind can be trained to radiate strength, peace, and honesty by way of cultivating such virtues as truthfulness, self-control, humility, and compassion.


We must surely develop the quality of fearlessness to make our mind more strong so that it would follow the path we want to take.

Fear of failure, fear of consequences, fear of 'what others would say', etc. ...we can surely avoid these thoughts.... The more we experience the truth that we are pure spirit, the more we become fearless.

We should make good friendship also....

One should not restricted to live in small pond, during the small journey of life.....think broadly..............hope the best.........

O.K.....will start to train?