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If there is one place on the face of earth where all the dreams of living men have found a home from the very earliest days when man began the dream of existence, it is India.

Rolland




















The land of dreams and romance, of fabulous wealth and fabulous poverty, of splendour and rags, of palaces and hovels, of famine and pestilence, of genii and giants and Aladdin lamps, of tigers and elephants, the cobra and the jungle, the country of hundred nations and a hundred tongues, of a thousand religions and two million gods, cradle of the human race, birthplace of human speech, mother of history, grandmother of legend, great-grandmother of traditions, whose yesterday's bear date with the modering antiquities for the rest of nations-the one sole country under the sun that is endowed with an imperishable interest for alien prince and alien peasant, for lettered and ignorant, wise and fool, rich and poor, bond and free, the one land that all men desire to see, and having seen once, by even a glimpse, would not give that glimpse for the shows of all the rest of the world combined.

Mark Twain




















A nation's culture resides in the hearts and in the soul of its people

Gandhi



















 It is not only a country and something geographical, but the home and the youth of the soul, the everywhere and nowhere, the oneness of all times.

Hesse




















 INDIA IS NOT JUST A PLACE.

India is not just a people.
India is the celestial music,
And inside that music  
Anybody from any corner of the globe  
Can find the real significance of life.





















The First Jasmines

Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines!
I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands
with these jasmines, these white jasmines.

I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth;
I have heard the liquid murmur of the river
through the darkness of
midnight;
Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of the road
in the lonely waste, like a bride raising her veil
to accept her lover.
Yet my memory is still sweet with the first white jasmines
that I held in my hands when I was a child.

Many a glad day has come in my life,
and I have laughed with merrymakers on festival nights.

On grey mornings of rain
I have crooned many an idle song.

I have worn round my neck the evening wreath of
BAKULAS woven by the hand of love.

Yet my heart is sweet with the memory of the first fresh jasmines
that filled my hands when I was a child.

Tagore

Life is given to us,
we earn it by giving it.

Let the dead have the immortality of fame,
but the living the immortality of love

Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty
that can modulate their isolation into a
harmony with the whole.

Life, like a child, laughs,
shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

Tagore    







Beauty is truth's smile

when she beholds her own face in

a perfect mirror.

 Beauty is truth's smile
when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.

 

Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmony
which is in the universal being


Tagore

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