Monday, November 7, 2011
RICHES
Man must be thrifty in order to be generous. Thrift does not end with itself, but extends its benefits to others. It founds hospitals, endows charities, establishes colleges and extends educational influences.
The duty of helping the helpless is one that speaks trumpet-tongued; but especially to those who profess love to God and goodwill to men. Its a duty that belongs to men as individuals, and as members of the social body.
And ironically, It is not necessary that men should be rich to help others.
Nothing is so much overestimated as the power of money. Some people have an idolatrous worship of money. The Greeks had their Golden Jupiter. The lowest human nature loves money, possessions and asks the silly questions - What is he worth? If you say there is a thoroughly good, benevolent, virtuous man! no body will even notice. But if you say "There is a man worth a million of money!" he will be stared at till out of sight.
Men go on toiling and moiling, eager to be richer; desperately struggling as if against poverty, at the same time that they are surrounded by abundance. They scrape and scrape and add penny to penny, and sometimes do shabby things in order to make a little more profit; though they may have accumulated far more than they can actually enjoy. And still they go on worrying, themselves incessantly in the endeavor to grasp at an additional increase of superfluity.
Perhaps such men have not enjoyed the advantage of education in early life. They have no taste for books. They have nothing to think of but money, and what will make of money. They have no faith, but in riches. They keep their children under restriction, and bring them up with a servile education.
At length an accumulation of wealth comes into the hands of children. They have before been restricted i their expenses; and they now become lavish. They have been educated in no better taste. They spend extravagantly. They will not be drudges in their business as their fathers were. They will spend so fast and so much that by the time the 3rd generation comes up there is no wealth left.
English proverb says - Twice clogs, once boots. The first generation wore clogs and accumulated wealth, his rich son wore boots and spent it all, and thus the third generation took up clogs again.
What a miserable end.
A man that makes nothing but money is a poor man.
The duty of helping the helpless is one that speaks trumpet-tongued; but especially to those who profess love to God and goodwill to men. Its a duty that belongs to men as individuals, and as members of the social body.
And ironically, It is not necessary that men should be rich to help others.
Nothing is so much overestimated as the power of money. Some people have an idolatrous worship of money. The Greeks had their Golden Jupiter. The lowest human nature loves money, possessions and asks the silly questions - What is he worth? If you say there is a thoroughly good, benevolent, virtuous man! no body will even notice. But if you say "There is a man worth a million of money!" he will be stared at till out of sight.
Men go on toiling and moiling, eager to be richer; desperately struggling as if against poverty, at the same time that they are surrounded by abundance. They scrape and scrape and add penny to penny, and sometimes do shabby things in order to make a little more profit; though they may have accumulated far more than they can actually enjoy. And still they go on worrying, themselves incessantly in the endeavor to grasp at an additional increase of superfluity.
Perhaps such men have not enjoyed the advantage of education in early life. They have no taste for books. They have nothing to think of but money, and what will make of money. They have no faith, but in riches. They keep their children under restriction, and bring them up with a servile education.
At length an accumulation of wealth comes into the hands of children. They have before been restricted i their expenses; and they now become lavish. They have been educated in no better taste. They spend extravagantly. They will not be drudges in their business as their fathers were. They will spend so fast and so much that by the time the 3rd generation comes up there is no wealth left.
English proverb says - Twice clogs, once boots. The first generation wore clogs and accumulated wealth, his rich son wore boots and spent it all, and thus the third generation took up clogs again.
What a miserable end.
A man that makes nothing but money is a poor man.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Self Conquest
"A man's own character is the arbiter of his fortune." - SYRUS
An old Hindu proverb says, "There is nothing noble in being superior to some other man. The true nobility is in being superior to your previous self".
Most of us are aware of this, and are foreever striving to improve ouselves, to correct our faults, control our habits, and make the most of our abilities.
But Self Descipline is not easy. Self Conquest, as every philosopher from Plato to William James has emphasized, is the greatest victory of all. "I have had more trouble with myself than with any other man I have ever met!" said David Moody, the famous evangelist.
The greatest test of a man's character is how he takes charge of his own life. No man need stay the way he is.The mold of a man's fortune, the shape of his life and destiny are in his own hands.
Hamlet is one of Shakespeare's greatest plays, as we all know; and Polonius' advice to Laertes one of the best quotations from it. The father's percepts to his son are so wise and penetrating that even when taken out from context of play, they stand by themselves, vital and complete. Sincerity is inherent in every line. There is almost a spiritual quality to those words.
This above all, to thine own self be true.
An old Hindu proverb says, "There is nothing noble in being superior to some other man. The true nobility is in being superior to your previous self".
Most of us are aware of this, and are foreever striving to improve ouselves, to correct our faults, control our habits, and make the most of our abilities.
But Self Descipline is not easy. Self Conquest, as every philosopher from Plato to William James has emphasized, is the greatest victory of all. "I have had more trouble with myself than with any other man I have ever met!" said David Moody, the famous evangelist.
The greatest test of a man's character is how he takes charge of his own life. No man need stay the way he is.The mold of a man's fortune, the shape of his life and destiny are in his own hands.
Hamlet is one of Shakespeare's greatest plays, as we all know; and Polonius' advice to Laertes one of the best quotations from it. The father's percepts to his son are so wise and penetrating that even when taken out from context of play, they stand by themselves, vital and complete. Sincerity is inherent in every line. There is almost a spiritual quality to those words.
This above all, to thine own self be true.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Religion or Symbols
Every religion has 3 aspects - values, symbols and practices.
There is diversity in the practices and symbols, whereas the values are common to all religions. The growth of fanaticism, fundamentalism and intolerance in the world today, is because people are only stuck in practices, symbols and customs. They forget about the values - human values.
The dress code of any religion is a symbol. If one does not follow the dress code, but follows the values, Is he / she less religious than the one who is wearing long robes and beads, or carries sticks or swords.
No. Religion is not symbols or practices alone. Don't take me wrong. I am not preaching not to follow symbols or practices. My case here is different.
Don't get stuck in Beard and Salwars and caps and robes. Practice the values first and you will find an automatic desire to follow the symbols and practices. The religion then would be much more fun and act as a guide to live life, rather than a thing to be feared.
There is diversity in the practices and symbols, whereas the values are common to all religions. The growth of fanaticism, fundamentalism and intolerance in the world today, is because people are only stuck in practices, symbols and customs. They forget about the values - human values.
The dress code of any religion is a symbol. If one does not follow the dress code, but follows the values, Is he / she less religious than the one who is wearing long robes and beads, or carries sticks or swords.
No. Religion is not symbols or practices alone. Don't take me wrong. I am not preaching not to follow symbols or practices. My case here is different.
Don't get stuck in Beard and Salwars and caps and robes. Practice the values first and you will find an automatic desire to follow the symbols and practices. The religion then would be much more fun and act as a guide to live life, rather than a thing to be feared.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Invictus
Arguably the best-remembered work of William Ernest Henley is the poem "Invictus", written in 1875. It is said that this was written as a demonstration of his resilience following the amputation of his foot due to tubercular infection.
This passionate and defiant poem was the source of energy and motivation to Nelson Mandela, who read this for 27 years from his tiny prison, and then freed South Africa. He used this poem to inspire SA Rughby team to become world champions.
INVICTUS
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
All the best folks...
This passionate and defiant poem was the source of energy and motivation to Nelson Mandela, who read this for 27 years from his tiny prison, and then freed South Africa. He used this poem to inspire SA Rughby team to become world champions.
INVICTUS
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
All the best folks...
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