A Note By PALLAS ATHENE

I KNOW THW THINGS OF ALL MEN'S HEARTS, AND DISCERN MANHOOD OR THEIR BASENESS.

And from the souls of clay I turn away; and they are blest but not by me. They fatten at ease like sheep in a pasture, and eat what they do not sow, like Oxen in the stall. They grow and spread like the ground, along the ground, but, like the gourd they give no shade to the traveller; and when they are ripe death gathers them and they go down unloved to hell, and their name vanishes out of the land.

But to the souls of fire I give more fire, and to those that are manful I give a weight more than man's. These are the heroes, the sons of the immortals, who are blest, but not like the souls of clay.For I drive them forth by strange paths, that they may fight the Titans and the monsters, and the enemies of Gods and men. Through doubt and need, danger and battle, I drive them: and some of them win noble names, and a fair and green old age; but what will be their latter end i know not, and none save Zeus, the father of Gods and man.
Telll me which of these two sorts of men seems to you more blest???

Superior man and the Inferior man

The superior man understands what is right; the inferior man understands what will sell. The superior man loves his soul, the inferior man loves his property. The superior man always remembers how he was punished for his mistakes; the inferior man always remembers what presents he got. The superior man is liberal towards other's opinions,but is not liberal towards them. The superior man is firm but does not fight; he mixes easily with others, but does not form cliques. The superior man is easy to serve, but difficult to please, for he can be plesed by what is right, and he uses men according to their individual abilities. The inferior man is difficult to serve, but easy to please, for you can please him(by catering to his weakness) without necessarily being right, and when he comes to using men, he demands perfection.

Nature of the World

There lived a man,
Who was living for his wife and children,
Who was struggling for his home and pan,
But in his lovely dream of life was caused an experience sudden

"Slowly the relatives got rid of the being,
And ignored him as a cheap thing,
Do you think he was dependant,
No, he was, he is and will be independant.

All gathered around him when in his better days,
As the bee gather round the honey,
But soon left him when he became poor,
As the bees leave when the honey is over.

After some days his wife was ill,
Not knowing anything, he stood still,
For his children were yet small,
And there was no one to make a call.

He struglled and struggle with all his might,
But he could no make his heart light,
For yet there was some remainder,
In his life to much suffer.

He did all his duty,
But what a great pity,
His wife was dead! dead!
Who was lying since a year and half in the bed.

The sorrowful days went by,
But no one called for a while,
The morning and night,
Was a monotony and miserable sight.

Instead of the sorrow getting decreased,
It was very soon increased,
By his own, very own child,
To whom he was meek and mild.

"The kith and kin had left him"
"His wife death took away as a whim"
"The happiness was a stranger to him"
And oh his eldest has gone away, far away from him".

Oh! how all ; all, are gone!
When for others; it was dawn,
For him it was still night,
As still in his life there was no pleasure or light.

But there was only a person,
Who was in a thousand one,
He was his sincere friend,
Who'll help and be true till his life's end.

The unhappy days come and go,
And stay for short time like the sword,
It is indeed a bad fate,
Which makes are another to hate.

By AURNSOORYA
(One of the poem that was found in grandfather's document)

Political Formulas

Political formulas cannot fashion a better world; at best, they can offer half solutions, at worst, -create further unrest. Socialism and communism make for economic stability of a degree, wipe out the evils of capitalism, but they also destroy a valuable institution: the private enterprise system. And with it is killed man's individuality. This identity must be retained if the human race is to progress; hope for the future lies in man's ability to plot his personal chart of advancement, aided by the state but not coerced by it. Today, the citizens of India and Paksitan stil have the choice: they can become anonymous subjects of a totalitarian state or, reflect the shining blaze of human liberty. Tomorrow the choice may not be there.

My Life

My life is like the autumn leaf
That trembles in the moon's pale ray;
Its hold is frail-its date is brief,
Restless,-and soon to pass away.

The Common man speaks of March,1948

sir,

Hats off to you for your bold and outspoken article entitled, "Congress worse than the British" in your isue of April 21. It is the sincere expression of the inner feelings of the common man and the strident voice of the dumb millions who dare not speak. It is at once a challenge to incompetance and a scathing condemnation of the "New desotusan".

Roussean exclaimed, "Man was born free but everywhere he is in chains. Never was the truth of this assertion brought home to us so poignantly as in the aftermath of freedom. The clanging chains that rest-while lay loose round us hold us enthralled today. It is a sad travesty of our freedom that the common man feels he is greater slave in a free India than what he used be under an alien yoke. The ruthless curtailment very existence cease to be breathing. The pitiable plight of the shrunken and shrivelled up man-in-the-sreet stands out in bold relief against the opulent obesity and roaring affluence of a few upstairs whose itch for filth lucre knows no bounds. This sorry scheme of things coupled with our daily dinutions drives us hopelessly to shrunken husks and vain echoes and empty rooms where we cry alone. This is our freedom our grief, our awful tragedy.

I earneslty hope that March will do its best to bring to light, from the dark ocean of despair, some cataract of corruption or some see thing tide of ryranny. March breast-forward, then, with the confidence of astolf and the courage of Paladin, never doubting clouds would break, ever dreaming of truth would be worsted or wrong would triumph.

Onward with your March.................................

God speed and bon voyage!

The Rights of Man

Man has a rare and precious possesion: his individuality. He is not a man but the man, for he is like no other: he is himself. It is this endowment that determination his freedom of spirit of freedom of spirit which, in turn, shapes his spirit of freedom, and while this word-play might appear to be a concundrum, reflection proves it to be otherwise: man must first have liberty of thought before he can express liberty in his pattern of living. He must therefore escape forces which threaten to smother his individuality.

The inheritance of independence is great,its worth immense and incalulable. If it does not seem so, it is solely because lack of awareness leads to distorted perspectives. With their visions twisted by communalism, intolerance, ignorance and political slogans, people give way to violence in an effort to 'protect' their freedom; paradoxically, it is by such attempts that they endanger their liberty.

Little Life

This little life is all we must endure,

The grave’s more holy peak is ever such,

We fall asleep and never wake again;

Nothing is of us but the mouldering flesh

Whose elements dissolve and merge afresh

In earth, air, water, plants, and other men

The Truth

All nature is but art unknown to thee;

All chance, direction, which thou can’t not see;

All dicord, harmony not understood;

All partial evil, universal good;

And spite of pride in erring reason’s spite,

The truth is clear whatever is, is right.

Her Eye

Ah! Here eyes and she

Have taught thee new astrology.

Howe’er Love’s native hours will set,

Whatever starry synod met,

‘Tis in the mercy of her eye,

If poor love shall live or die.’

Take Time to Live

Take time to work-It is the price of success.

Take time to think-It is the source of power.

Take time to play-It is the secret of perennial youth.

Take time to read-It is the foundation of wisdom.

Take time to worship-It is the highway of reverence.

Take time to be friendly-It is the road to happiness.

Take time to dream-It is hitching your wagon to a star.

Take time to love and be loved-It is the privilege of the Gods.

Take time to look around-It is too short a day to be selfish.

Take time to laugh-It is the music of the soul.

Take time to play with children-It is the joy of joys.

Take time to be courteous-It is the work of a gentleman.

Writing of my Grandpa

Great things are done when men and mountains meet,

This is not done by jostling in the strait.

Today is here the same as yesterday and tomorrow will be the same as today; And so has been, and it will be, for thousand of years-G.P.R.Swami.

Set me as a seal upon thine heart,

As a seal upon thine arm: for Love

Is strong as death, jealousy is

Cruel as the grave, the coals there-

Of coals of fire, which hath a most

Vehement flame;

My first Blog

This is my first blog in this beautifully designed blogger .I just read through what blogging is for and in my blog you can lok out for my interesting materials that was found during the trash removal in my native home.There some wonderful written poems and story that is written by my grand father and there some extracts that he took out from the early magazines that have come out in India.
My Grandfather name is G.P.R.Ratnaswamy and he served the Indian Government especially in Tamilnadu.He was a sub inspector of Police during the year 1947

You will find sooon more stories about my Grandfather shortly