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Quotable Quotes Part II

[h=1]உலக மகா அதிசயம்[/h]

ஒரு நாள் கேட்டேன் குருநாதரிடம்,
“உருளும் உலகின் அதிசயம் என்ன?”

“ஒரு கிளியைக் கூண்டில் அடைத்து,
ஒரு கதவைத் திறந்தால் என்ன ஆகும்?”

“உடனேயே பறந்து போய்விடும் கிளி,
உயர உயர, மீண்டும் பிடிபடாதபடி!”

“உலக மகா அதிசயம் இதுவே அறிவாய்;
உலகம் அனைத்துமே வியக்கும் அற்புதம்;

கூண்டில் சிறை உள்ளது உயிர்ப் பறவை;
கூண்டில் உள்ளன ஒன்பது வாசல்கள்;

மூடாத அவ்வாசல்கள் வழியே கிளி
ஓடாது இருப்பது ஏன் என்பதே அது”

அறிவீரா யாரேனும் இது என்ன மாயம்?
அறிந்தால் கூறும், அனைவருக்கும் லாபம்!

வாழ்க வளமுடன்,
விசாலாக்ஷி ரமணி.
 
[h=1]அறிவுக்கு உணவு[/h]
உடல் நன்கு பணி புரியத் தேவை
உணவும், உறக்கமும், உழைப்பும்.
அறிவு நன்கு பணி புரியவும் தேவை
உணவும், உறக்கமும், உழைப்புமே!

அறிவின் உணவு கருத்துப் புதையல்;
அறிவின் உறக்கம் தியானம், மௌனம்;
அறிவின் உழைப்பு சிந்தனை ஓட்டம்;
அறிவின் பயனோ மயக்கம் ஒழிதல்.

ஒரு நாள் உணவு உண்ணாவிடினும்,
சரிவரப் பணி செய்ய மறுக்கும் உடம்பு;
ஒரு நாளும் ஒழியாமல் தம் அறிவுக்கு
சரிவர உணவு அளிப்பவர் யார் உளர்?

கல்விச் செல்வம் சாலச் சிறந்தது ஆயினும்
கேள்விச் செல்வமும் சமச் சிறப்புடையது.
கல்வி கற்காதவர்களும் படிக்க இயலாதாரும்
கேள்விச் செல்வதினால் பயனுற முடியும்.

செவிக்கு உணவு இல்லாதபோது தான்
சற்று வயிற்றுக்கும் ஈவர் சான்றோர்;
வயிற்றுக்கு உணவு ஈந்த பிறகாவது
சற்று அறிவுக்கும் நாம் ஈயக் கூடாதா?

எத்தனை மகான்கள், மாமேதைகள்!
எத்தனை சிறந்த சிந்தனையாளர்கள்!
எத்தனை ஞானிகள், ஆச்சாரியார்கள்!
எத்தனை மிக அரிய சிறந்த புத்தகங்கள்!

படிக்க நினைத்துத் தொடங்கினால்,
படித்து முடிக்க ஒரு ஜன்மம் போதாது!
படித்துக் கொண்டே இருந்தால் அன்றி
படித்தது மனதில் பதிந்து நிற்காது.

பஞ்சமே இல்லை நேரத்துக்கு! ஆனால்
படிக்க மட்டும் சிலருக்கு நேரமே இல்லை!
பஞ்சமிர்தம் போலக் கையில் கொடுத்தாலும்
கொஞ்சமும் உண்ணார், பயன் அறியாதார்.

பார்ப்பது மெகா தொடர்களை மட்டுமே,
படிப்பது கிசு கிசுப் புத்தகங்களை மட்டுமே,
அலசுவதில் அடங்கும் அரசியல் மற்றும்
அடுத்த வீட்டு வம்புகளும், சினிமாவும்!

குப்பை கூளம் நிறைந்துள்ள இடத்தில்,
எப்படி நன்மைகள் உள்ளே நுழையும்?
நல்லவை நுழைந்தாலே தூய்மை வரும்;
நல்லெண்ணங்கள் தூய்மையில் வளரும்!

வாழ்க வளமுடன்,
விசாலாக்ஷி ரமணி.
 
To him who proceeds along the righteous path even the animals
give helping hand. Even a brother desert a person who takes to
an unworthy path. Sri Rama proceeded along the righteous path.
To him,even monkeys and bears rendered help. Even the brother
Vibhishana left Ravana who took to the wrong path.

Ramayana
 
Grammar for Galaxies

Information is a kind of grammar in nature which gives rise to new structures and
designs in the physical world, in the same way that grammar in the mind
gives rise to meaningful speech.

Michael Webb - "Freedom beyond words"
 
To him who proceeds along the righteous path even the animals
give helping hand. Even a brother desert a person who takes to
an unworthy path. Sri Rama proceeded along the righteous path.
To him,even monkeys and bears rendered help. Even the brother
Vibhishana left Ravana who took to the wrong path.

Ramayana

That is where KumbakarNa and KarNa made a mistake. :(

They valued the salt they ate more than Dharma! :tsk:
 
Grammar for Galaxies

Information is a kind of grammar in nature which gives rise to new structures and
designs in the physical world, in the same way that grammar in the mind
gives rise to meaningful speech.

Michael Webb - "Freedom beyond words"

Words without grammar are nothing more than jargon!

Order is the first Law we find in Heaven and Earth.

order => rules => grammar.

The word IlakkaNam is itself another form of LakshaNam

which means beautiful, attractive and pleasing!!!
 
To make sure that this thread

does NOT get derailed/ hijacked

here is reminder from my Opening post! :)


This thread is devoted exclusively

to the words of wisdom of the

well known people and not

every Tom, Dick and Harry or

every Amar, Akbar and Antony or

every Appu, Kuppu and Chuppu!

I hope the message is clear enough.

So NO prattle & rattle, no craps & scraps.

No trolling, drooling or spoiling the thread.

Welcome to post anything of value, of insight

interest or educative and informative! :welcome:
 
The offended may be able to pardon;
The offenders’ mind never broaden!


The offended may forgive and forget;
The offender remains always jet set


It is not necessary to have the very last word!
One remains ‘master of the unspoken word’!



Silence is golden and speech just silver!
From this path make sure never to detour!

006. EPICS DEPICT. | Naughty Poems

 
STAY CALM IN A STORM.

Some men are born to only agitate;
And everyone in the vicinity dictate! :yell:

It might be in order to facilitate;
Or even for someone to felicitate!

Under the pressure do not gravitate;
Learn this sacred art and levitate! :high5:

Others, many people love to imitate;
They find pleasure when they irritate! :mmph:
Let them not make you palpitate;:whoo:
‘Beat this heat’ and try to meditate.

008. STAY CALM. | Naughty Poems

 
[h=3]011. A HOME MAKER![/h]
The home ma(brea)ker! :smash:



A wife, it has been rightly said,
Is the world’s most under paid! :mmph:


And also a person most afraid;
As though caught in a police raid!:fear:


Is the house wife cum house maid,
Cum nurse, cum everything unsaid.


For her services she is unpaid,
Neither in kindness is she repaid!

Better to become a barmaid;:pout:
If not the rare, lucky mermaid!


All you get to wear is plaid!
And get in your house inlaid!

011. A HOME MAKER! | Naughty Poems
 
QUEST FOR THE BEST.

The spiritual quest demands self examination.
There is no escape by giving self explanation.

The world we see is just a hallucination.
But it creates in us an intense infatuation.

The magnificent five-element combination,
Can stretch far, far beyond our imagination.

Lured by the many objects of fascination,
We often lose the sight of our destination.

God has given us these powers as a donation;
The powers known as those of discrimination.

The power we need for the total elimination;
Of the ‘true’ from the ‘untrue’ in an alienation.

What most of us lack in life is determination;
And thus fail to develop the needed inclination.

The external words is always in domination;
Pushing our sincere efforts into stagnation.

It is time to get rid of all our procrastination;
And come out of our easy and lazy resignation.

We need to give our powers a rejuvenation;
And restore our faith in soul’s reincarnation.

Total honesty is sure to lead to the culmination;
Of our self-knowledge’s complete illumination.


003. THE QUEST. | Naughty Poems
 
FIGHT OR FLIGHT?

When you meet the Mr. RIGHT;
Your eyes will glow very BRIGHT.

The world will be filled with a new LIGHT;
Creating altogether an unknown SIGHT.

Hold on to him very, very TIGHT;
Let it not become a little SLIGHT.

Lest he be drawn away by a BLIGHT;
Landing you in a very sad PLIGHT.

In Love and war wins the MIGHT;
All the more reason to hold on TIGHT.

First choice is your right to FIGHT;
Second one is flight due to FRIGHT.

A meeting with him in the TWILIGHT;
Can settle these matters even TONIGHT.

Make sure that the man’s HEIGHT,
Is right for you, as well as his WEIGHT.

He will become your royal KNIGHT;
With whom you will spend every NIGHT.

018. MR. RIGHT! | Naughty Poems
 
NEWTON’S APPLE.

When a big red apple raw,
Falling from a tree we saw;

We put out our eager paw,
With a very wide open jaw!

And feel like a real Shaw,
While at the apple we gnaw!

We might, for it, even claw;
We may not mind its flaw!

Our brains need to thaw,
To hit on Nature’s jigsaw!

It takes a genius to draw,
The great gravitational law.

022. RAW APPLE. | Naughty Poems
 
If only….

For every dependent person,
The world is an extended prison.

It may not be just for one reason,
It might also be due to a treason.

To learn, it is always the season,
Everyday one valuable lesson.

The mental burden will lessen,
The face will no more be crimson.

If only people agree to live in unison,
And readily the unpleasant jettison!

028. IF ONLY? | Naughty Poems
 
True Education.

Every new addition,
Demands our attention!

No amount of caution,
Can control every action!

No one lacks devotion!
Is it in the right direction?

We have many a strange notion;
Which are no better than fiction!

Travel all over the nation,
Get down at every station!

There is nothing like a vacation;
The only means of true education!


029. THE EDUCATION. | Naughty Poems
 
Rhythm and Rhyme.

The root of a poem is its rhyme,
As sweet as a silver bell’s chime!

Now it looks like a very bad time,
Since poems are not worth a dime!

Is it because of a different clime?
But poem without rhyme is a crime!

It burns our inside like caustic lime;
It feels as ugly as the sticking grime!

Words with neither rhythm nor rhyme,
May pass for poems, but are mime!

It may take us a very longtime,
To read good poetry in our lifetime
.

027. A POEM. | Naughty Poems
 
035. AWE AND CAW.


What we people feel in reality,
When we listen to this absurdity;


The make-believe-stories spoken,
By our very transparent(?)politician!:doh:


No need to approach with deep Awe,
Their non-stop-nonsense of “Blah Blah”! :blabla:


Wish we could tear them up with claw,
Or at least laugh them away “Ha Ha!” :becky:


Let not their words drop your firm jaw;
They’re no better than the crow’s caw!


No one should live above the law,
Nor be used as an extended paw! :nono:


Feelings churned up may be raw;
As no one the real reasons saw!


We need blame ourselves for this flaw,
For having elected these men of straw!

035. AWE AND CAW. | Naughty Poems
 
The Blow and the Glow.

There was this strange fellow,
A moment of peace will not allow;

Inside, he was a person yellow,
And his love was very shallow;

He made his loyal wife swallow,
Insults streaming out in a flow;

Age should have made him mellow,
But it did in fact add to his bellow;

His wit would work very slow,
He loved to hit, her belt below;

He would his routine follow,
A bachelor’s life all aglow;

He would tell his loyal wife,
“Mother of five! Enjoy life!”

The wife had got tired and sick,
Thought it was time to hit back;

“Oh dear Father of three!
Go and enjoy Scot free!”

Now that was a real blow,
Too big for him to swallow!

He came to senses, bent low,
Never again left his bungalow.

[A story, by my father told,
As a poem, by me retold!]

057. THE BLOW. | Naughty Poems
 

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