Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam…🌿

Happy Birthday to……..

The best ever President, the one who brought the country the honor of nuclear prosperity, a great scientist, a dedicated teacher, a responsible team leader and ………… more than that a compassionate and down to earth person ….🌿

Some Real-Life Incidents of his kindness –

# A Class 6 student made Kalam’s sketch after reading his book, ‘Wings Of Fire.’ When he showed it around in the family, his family got super excited and asked him to mail it to the President. A little hesitant at first, he still did so. But little was he expecting what happened next. A couple of days later, he got a letter from the President himself!
“I opened the prized-envelope with utmost care and took out a small note. It said ‘Dear Naman Narain, Thank you for your nice drawing. With best wishes from, Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam’.”

Till this date I keep the card safe with me. -by Naman Narain.

# When some Indian students met him during the International Space Development Conference (ISDC) at San Diego, California, in 2013, they went up to his dining table to say hello. The President, who was eating dinner, asked a student to eat from his plate. Highly surprised, he took a leaf of spinach from his salad when he insisted. “Till this day I take it to be a leaf of inspiration from him and the best dinner I could ever imagine,” he shared.

by Kshitij Mall

# Right after Dr. Abdul Kalam was elected as the President, he attended an event at Kerala Raj Bhavan in Trivandrum. With the power vested in him, he could have invited any two people as the Presidential guests. Guess who he called? A road side cobbler and the owner of a very small hotel.
Dr. Kalam had spent a significant time as a scientist in Trivandrum. He invited the cobbler and the hotel owner, both of whom he was close to during his time in Kerala.

# Dr. Kalam was invited as the chief guest at the convocation ceremony at IIT, Varanasi. Five chairs were put on the stage, the middle one being for Kalam and the others for the university officials. When Dr. Kalam noticed that his chair was bigger in size than the others, he refused to sit on it and politely asked the vice-chancellor to sit instead. When the chancellor did not, another chair of the same size was made available for Dr. Kalam!

एक भी आँसू न कर बेकार…🌿


एक भी आँसू न कर बेकार –
जाने कब समंदर मांगने आ जाए!
पास प्यासे के कुआँ आता नहीं है,
यह कहावत है, अमरवाणी नहीं है,
और जिस के पास देने को न कुछ भी
एक भी ऐसा यहाँ प्राणी नहीं है,
कर स्वयं हर गीत का श्रृंगार
जाने देवता को कौनसा भा जाय!
चोट खाकर टूटते हैं सिर्फ दर्पण
किन्तु आकृतियाँ कभी टूटी नहीं हैं,
आदमी से रूठ जाता है सभी कुछ –
पर समस्यायें कभी रूठी नहीं हैं,
हर छलकते अश्रु को कर प्यार –
जाने आत्मा को कौन सा नहला जाय!
व्यर्थ है करना खुशामद रास्तों की,
काम अपने पाँव ही आते सफर में,
वह न ईश्वर के उठाए भी उठेगा –
जो स्वयं गिर जाय अपनी ही नज़र में,
हर लहर का कर प्रणय स्वीकार –
जाने कौन तट के पास पहुँचा जाए!

– रामावतार त्यागी

“The Man in the Arena”…🌿

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming;. but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause;. who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

By- Theodore Roosevelt

I carry your heart with me..🌿

I carry your heart with me,. I carry it in my heart.

I am never without it, anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling.


I fear no fate for you are my fate, my sweet; I want no world, for beautiful you are my world, my true,
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant,
and whatever a sun will always sing is you.


here is the deepest secret nobody knows,
here is the root of the root, and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide,
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart.



I carry your heart, I carry it in my heart. by E.E.cummings

Why me?…🌿


If you have to ask Why me?
When you’re feeling really blue,
When the world has turned against you
And you don’t know what to do,
When it pours colossal raindrops,
And the road’s a winding mess,
And you’re feeling more confused
Than you ever could express,

When the saddened sun won’t shine,
When the stars will not align,
When you’d rather be
Inside your bed,
The covers pulled
Above your head,
When life is something
That you dread,
And you have to ask Why me? . . .

Then when the world seems right and true,
When rain has left a gentle dew,
When you feel happy being you,
Please ask yourself, Why me? then, too.

By- Barbara Vance.

कोई अर्थ नहीं…🌿

नित जीवन के संघर्षों से
जब टूट चुका हो अन्तर्मन,
तब सुख के मिले समन्दर का
रह जाता कोई अर्थ नहीं।।

जब फसल सूख कर जल के बिन
तिनका -तिनका बन गिर जाये,
फिर होने वाली वर्षा का
रह जाता कोई अर्थ नहीं।।

सम्बन्ध कोई भी हों लेकिन
यदि दुःख में साथ न दें अपना,
फिर सुख में उन सम्बन्धों का
रह जाता कोई अर्थ नहीं।।

छोटी-छोटी खुशियों के क्षण
निकले जाते हैं रोज़ जहाँ,
फिर सुख की नित्य प्रतीक्षा का
रह जाता कोई अर्थ नहीं।।

मन कटुवाणी से आहत हो
भीतर तक छलनी हो जाये,
फिर बाद कहे प्रिय वचनों का
रह जाता कोई अर्थ नहीं।।

सुख-साधन चाहे जितने हों
पर काया रोगों का घर हो,
फिर उन अगनित सुविधाओं का
रह जाता कोई अर्थ नहीं।।

By- Ramdhari Singh Dinkar…

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening…

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

-BY ROBERT FROST

Baat Baat Main…🌿

इस जीवन में बैठे ठाले ऐसे क्षण भी आ जाते हैंजब हम अपने से ही अपनी–बीती कहने लग जाते हैं। तन खोया-खोया-सा लगता मन उर्वर-सा हो जाता हैकुछ खोया-सा मिल जाता है कुछ मिला हुआ खो जाता है। लगता; सुख-दुख की स्मृतियों के कुछ बिखरे तार बुना डालूँयों ही सूने में अंतर के कुछ भाव-अभाव […]

Baat Baat Main…🌿