Posted in Interesting, Memoirs

Tuesdays with Morrie and Life lessons

Recently, I happened to read a book entitled Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom in which the author narrates about his visits to his old professor Morrie on Tuesdays. The conversations of each visit turn out to be a learning about self, life, people and community. As I was in the process of reading and pondering my thoughts on life I realized that no-one is perfect and we have each day to be grateful towards life for giving us a chance to breath and cherish the moments of life.

Some of the aphorisms from the classic book

  1. Accept what you are able to do and what you are not able to do.
  2. Accept the past as past, without denying it or discarding it.
  3. Learn to forgive yourself and to forgive others.
  4. Don’t assume that it’s too late to get involved.
  5. Find someone to share your heart, give to your community, be at peace with yourself, try to be as human as you can.
  6. Love always wins.
  7. The culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture does not work, don’t buy it.
  8. So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they are busy doing things they think are important. This is because they are chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to community around you,  and devote yourself to create something that gives you purpose and meaning.
  9. If you really want it, then you will make your dream happen.
  10. The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.
  11. Love is the only rational act.
  12. I don’t allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each morning, a few tears and that’s all
  13. Sometimes you can’t believe what you see; you have to believe what you feel.
  14. What if today were my last day on earth?
  15. Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.
  16. If you accept you are going to die at any time, then you might not be as ambitious as you are.
  17. There is no foundation, no secure ground, upon which people may stand today, if it isn’t the family.
  18. Don’t cling to things, because everything is impermanent.
  19. If you have found meaning in your life, you don’t want to go back. You want to go forward. You want to see more, do more. You can’t wait until you are sixty-five.
  20. Money and power both are not substitute for tenderness.
  21. Love is how to stay alive, even after you are gone.
  22. Love each other or perish.
  23. The big things- how we think, what we value, those you must choose yourself. You can’t let anyone or any society determine those for you.
  24. Don’t let go too soon, but don’t let hang on too long.
  25. Be compassionate. And take responsibility for each other. If we only learned those lessons, this world would be so much better a place.
  26. Forgive yourself before you die. Then, forgive others.
  27. As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away. All the love you created is still there. All the memories are still there. You live on in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here.
  28. Death ends a life, not relationship.
  29. The important questions have to do with love, responsibility, spirituality, awareness.
  30. You are not a wave, you are part of the ocean.
  31. There is no such thing as “too late” in life.
  32. Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you’re bound to do something else.
  33. As you grow, you learn more. Aging is not just decay…it’s growth. It’s more than the negative that you’re going to die, it’s also the positive that you understand that you’re going to die, and that you live a better life because of it.
Posted in Interesting, Poetics


You knew, the Emperor of India, Shah-Jahan
That life, youth, wealth, renown
All float away down the stream of time
Your only dream
Was to preserve forever your heart’s pain
The harsh thunder of imperial power
Would fade into sleep
Like a sunset’s crimson splendour
But it was your hope
That atleast a single, eternally-heaved sigh would stay
To grieve the sky
Though emeralds, rubies, pearls are all
But as the glitter of a rainbow tricking out empty air
And must pass away
Yet still one solitary tear
Would hang on the cheek of time
In the form
Of this white and gleaming Taj Mahal
O human heart,
You have no time
To look back at anyone again 
No time
You are driven by life’s quick spate
On and on from landing to landing,
Loading cargo here,
Unloading there
In your garden the south wind’s murmurs
May enchant spring ‘madhabi’ creepers
Into suddenly filling your quivering lap with flowers
Their petals are scattered in the dust come twilight
You have no time
You raise from the dew of another night
New blossom in your groves, in jasmine
To dress with tearful gladness the votive tray
Of a later season
O human heart
All that you gather is thrown 
To the edge of the path by the end of each night and day
You have no time to look back again
No time, no time
Thus, Emperor, you wished,
Fearing your own heart’s forgetfulness
To conquer time’s heart
Through beauty
How wonderful the deathless clothing
With which you invested
Formless death – how it was garlanded!
You could not maintain
Your grief forever, and so you enmeshed
Your restless weeping
In bonds of silent perpetuity
The names you softly
Whispered to your love
On moonlit nights in secret chambers live on
As whispers in the ear of eternity
The poignant gentleness of love
Flowered into the beauty of serene stone
Poet – Emperor
This is your heart’s picture
Your new ‘Meghaduta’ 
Soaring with marvellous, unprecedented melody and line
Towards the unseen plane
On which your loverless beloved
And the first glow of sunrise
And the last sigh of sunset
And the disembodied beauty of moonlit ‘cameli’ flower
And the gateway on the edge of language
That turns away man’s wistful gaze again and again
Are all blended
This beauty is your messenger,
Skirting time’s sentries
To carry the wordless message
“I have not forgotten you, my love, I have not forgotten you”
You are gone, now, Emperor
Your empire has dissolved like a dream
Your throne is shattered
Your armies whose marching
Shook the earth
Today have no more weight than the windblown dust on the Delhi road
Your singers no longer sing for you
Your musicians no longer mingle their tunes
With the lapping Jumna
The jingle of the anklets of your women
Has died from your palaces
The night sky moans
With the throb
Of crickets in their crumbling corners
But your tireless, incorruptible, messenger
Speaks to us with sombre melody
“Stare no matter how distantly
That traveller is no longer here, no longer here
His beloved kept him not
His realms released him
Neither sea nor mountain could bar him
Today his chariot
Travels at the beck of the night
To the song of the stars
Towards the gate of dawn
I remain here weighted with memory
He is free of burdens; he is no longer here
-Rabindranath Tagore