Mahatma Gandhi, Letter To American Friends, August 3, 1942

Dear friends, As I am supposed to be the spirit behind the much discussed and equally well abused resolution of the Working Committee of the Indian National Congress on independence, it has become necessary for me to explain my position. For I am not unknown to you. I have in America perhaps the largest number of friends in the West – not even excepting Great Britain. British friends knowing me personally are more discerning than the American. In America I suffer from the well-known malady called hero worship. The good Dr. Holmes, until recently of the Unity Church of New … Continue reading Mahatma Gandhi, Letter To American Friends, August 3, 1942

Love Songs for the Prince Of Peace

I. Prelude: the Search Your smile is warming and knowing; It traps me like magnolias writhing against a garden gate. You lure me, in your promise of love lingering, the greatness of love. For you, the marshland sings with frogs, Turning a sharp green at the last wane of dusk, all quietly beckoning the truth of the lucid night; when death’s boatmen roam and deal in their deathly trades, remember, beauty is a dark woman’s eyes glowing against the moon of the waning night. II. Encomium: May I never stray far from your lotus feet, my Lord! Dare I share … Continue reading Love Songs for the Prince Of Peace

Dil Ghoom Ghoom Kare- Bhupen Hazarika

My heart pants and gasps, it is terrified. Clouds beat and thunder, petrified. Like a raindrop, a drop of tear sometimes bursts from my eyes. As I open your sack all leaves had dried. Soon you touched me, my dried twigs revived. The body which you touched, should I hide it? The mind which you laid eyes on, to whom may I show? O’ my moon burn my body with your light. on your high altar, my wings are cut. —Bhupen Hazarika Continue reading Dil Ghoom Ghoom Kare- Bhupen Hazarika

Fragment: Shamal Bhatt (1718-1765)

For a bowl of water give a goody meal;  For a kindly greeting bow thou down with zeal;  For a simple penny pay thou back with gold;  If thy life be rescued, life do not withhold.  Thus the words and actions of the wise regard;  Every little service tenfold they reward.  But the truly noble know all men as one,  And return with gladness good for evil done. –Shamal Bhatt (1718-1765) Continue reading Fragment: Shamal Bhatt (1718-1765)

Gandhiji on the Atom Bomb and Nuclear War

It has been suggested by American friends that the atom bomb will bring in Ahimsa (non-violence) as nothing else can. It will, if it is meant that its destructive power will so disgust the world that it will turn it away from violence for the time being. This is very like a man glutting himself with dainties to the point of nausea and turning away from them only to return with redoubled zeal after the effect of nausea is well over. Precisely in the same manner will the world return to violence with renewed zeal after the effect of disgust … Continue reading Gandhiji on the Atom Bomb and Nuclear War

The Patriot by Rabindranath Tagore

“He’s a sweeper!” She said decisively. Then she called to the chauffeur, ‘Gangadin, drive on’.

I was defeated. It was my cowardice.

Nayanmohan, I am told, brought out some very profound sociological arguments, at the tea-table, specially dealing with the inevitable inequality imposed upon men by their profession and the natural humiliation which is inherent in the scheme of things. But his words did not reach my ears, and I sat silent all through the evening. Continue reading The Patriot by Rabindranath Tagore