Gitanjali – Song Offerings When thou commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes. All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet harmony ⎯ and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its flight across the sea. I know thou takest pleasure in my singing. I know that only as a singer I come before thy presence. I touch by the edge of the far-spreading wing of my song thy feet which I could never aspire to reach. Drunk with theRead More →

The Evolution of Thinking? The first modern humans evolved by approximately 200 000 years ago, in Africa. Self-preservation is a basic instinct that urged primitive man to adapt to environmental changes and group life. They started to use tools and develop hand movements, invented symbols and words that helped them to share their experiences.  As a result, they adopted an evolved behaviour which resulted in the development of human thinking. The transition from animal state to human state took place by converting interdepended experiences and row ideas into gestures, drawing, and language. Archaeologists have been working hard to recreate the route of how and when humansRead More →

ARE YOU A BRAVE THINKER? Are you a brave thinker to break through conformity of thought? Different systems of thought were created in the past and some more are created today. We all are avid thinkers. Everyone knows how is like to be a thinker. With the help of thinking, we can make plans, create ideas and dream. In a few seconds, we can be in Himalaya or Guatemala, fight a work colleague, send loving thoughts to someone we love, compose poetry and many more. Thinking can rice us and thinking can damp us. There is no human being that didn’t experience the rising and falling ofRead More →

Little Flute Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new. At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable. Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill. /Rabindranath Tagore/Read More →