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MOST OF US HAVE TWO FACES

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  “We must live together as brothers or perish together as fools.” Martin Luther King Jr. M ost of us have two faces: One reflects our inherent selves as gentle humans. The other reflects our superimposed selves as ‘politicians’. I think, this is true for all of us. It means, that I am no exception. In the heart of my hearts, I know everyone around me is just like me – a human being, my brother or sister, as we all are children of the same God. So, there is no difference at all between ‘them’ and ‘us’… What they eat, wear and pray to and what we eat, wear and pray to – yes, for the gentle soul in me, it never matters. My ideals spring from this space – It’s so beautiful… so Life-enriching! But, the moment I become a ‘politician’, I am compelled to walk around wearing the other face… the superimposed, dishonest, false face. I am compelled to hide my true feelings of love brotherhood… I am compelled to take hard stands… I am compelled to express my divisive and hateful word...

SABKO SANMATI DE BHAGWAN

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“Rivers, ponds, lakes and streams - they all have different names, but they all contain water. Just as religions do – they all contain truths.” - Muhammad Ali T here cannot be several Creators of this Universe. It means, there cannot be several Gods… your God, his god and my God. It’s silly to even think that our prayers are made to different Gods – even though we call Him by different names… and worship in different ways. Yes, it’s really silly to even think that we all are different as far as God’s children are concerned. “Religions get lost as people do,”  said  Franz Kafka. When we are lost, how can we see and appreciate the beauty in our fellow-men’s religions? I just can’t understand how my religion can be better than my fellow-men’s… How my God can be superior to theirs.  Till I cannot see and appreciate the beauty in my fellow-men’s faith and  prayers, I cannot see in my own… I regularly play on my ...
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...