Friday, January 04, 2013

Old Photos- Various Vintage Photos- Part 39

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Precipices near Nynee Tal, outer range of Himalaya overlooking plain by Samuel Bourne 1865

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View near Teranda, Himalaya by Samuel Bourne in 1863

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Wanga Valley, Himalaya 1863 by Samuel bourne

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Portrait of a Sinhalese Gentleman - 1880's

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 Portrait of a Sinhalese girl Wearing Ornaments - 1880's 

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Albumen Photograph of a Indian Family with Children - 1870's

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Family Photograph of a Kandyan chief - Ceylon (Sri Lanka) 1880's

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Kandy Girls Wearing Jewellery - Ceylon (Sri Lanka) 1880's

Wednesday, January 02, 2013

Old Photos- Various Vintage Photos- Part 38

 
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Igatpuri Lake in Maharashtra - c1870's

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Comet Bennett over Delhi_ In foreground is Humayun's Tomb - March 1970
 
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Tenzing Norgay with his Wife and Children - 1953

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Portrait of Himanshu Rai, one of the pioneers of Indian cinema - 1927-28 German Post Card
  
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Rickshaw Puller, Probably Photographed in Calcutta (Kolkata) - Undated Photograph
 
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Victorial Memorial Kolkata Calcutta

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Portrait of Dimple Kapadia - c1960-70's

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Picnic Party in Botanical Gardens in Howrah (Near Calcutta) - c1880's

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President of India Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan (Middle) with President of Ireland Éamon de Valera (Left) and Prime Minister of Ireland Seán Lemass (Right) - c1960's


Monday, December 31, 2012

Reflection Of Mind

 One day a famous government officer met a highly respected elderly master. Being conceited, he wanted to prove that he was the superior person. As their conversation drew on, he asked the master, “Old monk, do you know what I think of you and the things you said?”

 The master replied, “I don’t care what you think of me. You are entitled to have your own opinion.”

 The officer snorted, “Well, I will tell you what I think anyway. In my eyes, you are just like a pile of dry shit!”

 The master simply smiled and stayed quiet.
Seeing that his insult had fallen into deaf ears, he asked curiously, “And what do you think of me?”

 
The master said, “In my eyes, you are just like the Buddha.”

 Hearing this remark, the officer left happily and bragged to his wife about the incident.

 His wife said to him, “You conceited fool! When a person has a heart like a pile of dry shit, he sees everyone in that light. The elderly master has a heart like that of the Buddha, and that is why in his eyes, everyone, including you, is like the Buddha!”

Friday, November 23, 2012

The Holy Shadow

 There once lived a saint so good that the angels came from heaven to see how a man could be so godly. This saint went about his daily life diffusing virtue as the stars diffuse light and the flowers scent, without being aware of it. His day could be summed up by two words -- he gave, he forgave -- yet these words never passed his lips. They were expressed in his ready smile, his kindness, forbearance, and charity.

The angels said to God, "Lord, grant him the gift of miracles."

God replied, "Ask what it is that he wishes."

 They said to the saint, "Would you like the touch of your hands to heal the sick?"

"No," answered the saint. "I would rather God do that."

"Would you like to convert guilty souls and bring back wandering hearts to the right path?"

"No, that is the angels' mission. It is not for me to convert."

"Would you like to become a model of patience, attracting men by the luster of your virtues, and thus glorifying God?"

"No," replied the saint. "If men should be attracted to me, they would become estranged from God." "What is it that you desire, then?" asked the angels.

"What can I wish for?" asked the saint smiling. "That God gives me his grace; with that would I not have everything?"

 The angels said, "You must ask for a miracle, or one will be forced upon you." "Very well," said the saint. "That I may do a great deal of good without ever knowing it."

 The angels were perplexed. They took counsel and resolved upon the following plan: every time the saint's shadow fell behind him or to either side, so that he could not see it, it would have the power to cure disease, soothe pain, and comfort sorrow.

 When the saint walked along, his shadow, thrown on the ground on either side or behind him, made arid paths green, caused withered plants to bloom, gave clear water to dried-up brooks, fresh color to pale children, and joy to unhappy men and women.

 The saint simply went about his daily life diffusing virtue as the stars diffuse light and the flowers scent, without being aware of it. The people, respecting his humility, followed him silently, never speaking to him about his miracles. Soon they even forgot his name, and called him "The Holy Shadow."

 One has to become the shadow, just a shadow of God. This is the greatest revolution that can happen to a human being: the transfer of the center. You are no longer your own center; God becomes your center. You live like his shadow.You are not powerful, because you don't have any center to be powerful. You are not virtuous; you don't have any center to be virtuous. You are not even religious; you don't have any center to be religious. You are simply not, a tremendous emptiness, with no barriers and blocks, so the divine can flow through you unhindered, uninterpreted, untouched -- so the divine can flow through you as he is, not as you would like him to be. He does not pass through your center -- there is none.