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where were the Brahmins, where were the priests, the wise ones and the penitents—those who were successful not only in knowing this deepest wisdom but also in living it? Where were the elders who could merge this Atman of their dreams with
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“बहुतों ने पवित्र, निराकार, अभौतिक, प्लेटोनिक प्रेम की बड़ी-बड़ी महिमा गाई है और समझाने की कोशिश की है कि स्त्री-पुरुष का प्रेम सात्विक तल पर ही सीमित रह सकता है। लेकिन यह व्याख्या आत्म-सम्मोहन और परवंचना से अधिक महत्व नहीं रखती। यदि कोई यह कहे कि ऋण और धन विद्युत- तरंग मिलकर प्रज्वलित नहीं होंगे, तो यह मानने की बात है।”
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“We all have our little solipsistic delusions, ghastly intuitions of utter singularity: that we are the only one in the house who ever fills the ice-cube tray, who unloads the clean dishwasher, who occasionally pees in the shower, whose eyelid twitches on first dates; that only we take casualness terribly seriously, that only we fashion supplication into courtesy, that only we hear the whiny pathos in a dog's yawn, the timeless sigh in the opening of the hermetically-sealed jar, the splattered laugh in the frying egg, the minor-D lament in the vacuum's scream; that only we feel the panic at sunset the rookie kindergartener feels on his mother's retreating. That only we love the only-we. That only we need the only-we. Solipsism binds us together, J.D. knows. That we feel lonely in a crowd and stop not to dwell on what's brought the crowd into being. That we are, always, faces in a crowd.”
― Girl with Curious Hair
― Girl with Curious Hair
“I had spent the day
friendless, lonely and sad,
a stranger to myself.
After drowning the day
on the sea shore,
I walked back
to my empty house
on the deserted street.
The moment
I opened the door,
the book on my table
flipped its pages
and said:
"Friend,
Where were you
for so long?”
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friendless, lonely and sad,
a stranger to myself.
After drowning the day
on the sea shore,
I walked back
to my empty house
on the deserted street.
The moment
I opened the door,
the book on my table
flipped its pages
and said:
"Friend,
Where were you
for so long?”
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“If you want it bad enough, you’ll pass.”
― Mud, Sweat and Tears
― Mud, Sweat and Tears
“The act of writing, when it goes well, gives me a pleasure, a joy, unlike any other. It takes me to another place—irrespective of my subject—where I am totally absorbed and oblivious to distracting thoughts, worries, preoccupations, or indeed the passage of time. In those rare, heavenly states of mind, I may write nonstop until I can no longer see the paper. Only then do I realize that evening has come and that I have been writing all day. Over a lifetime, I have written millions of words, but the act of writing seems as fresh, and as much fun, as when I started it nearly seventy years ago.”
― On the Move: A Life
― On the Move: A Life
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