The same story ? The native Americans there, the people of my village here ? Their sense of Unity of all life, the sense of Dharma of my villagers ? The brute white man there, the brute educated Indian here ...
but goodness stays in its own form ... sometimes manifest, sometimes unmanifest
i could only feel sad for someone who has had to stay so far away from the beauty of this country - and not have had the oppurtunity to work for the country, with the country. after a certian age, titles are just some bits of paper. i told him as much.
'paida kar is desh jaathi ne tujhko paala posa
kiya hua nij hith kaa usne tujh par badaa bharosaa
urrin hona hi paratham sat kartavya tumhaara
uske baad de sakthe ho vasudha ko, sheesh svajeevan saara'