Human of Bharat, please don't remain #blindfolded - like an #ostrich
the truth is seen by only he who develops an uncluttered mind
#thirdeye
or
#lordkrishna
when one can develop that - he is freed from bondage
in the first part of the video - the He Ram symbolizes the last utterance of a defeated man before dying - unlike
#lordhanumana - who utters the name of #lordrama after winning a tough battle
the mindset of a champion - and obviously not a looser like #bapuji
in the second video - just listen to the names of the great freedom fighters who were hanged to death and for whom we got the freedom
all of us now know, it was because of the clarion call of #netaji - when there was mutiny in the Navy, the #Britishers just got frightened that
the powerful people who could really harm their interests have woken up
so the #ahimsa #Game of the mole placed by themselves called #bapuji is OVER
so it is time for them to have a safe passage to #Britain
but before that let us do the permanent damage
so that even after 75 years of #independence
the fools will remain asleep
Kyunki, burbak banke rahtey hue bhik maangke zindagi jine se jo maja - woh haq ka laday karke chin ke khane se thodey na maaja hain yaar...
To tumlog aysey bhikhari bankey raho
aur thoda burbak banne ki kaushish karo
phir ek din bilkul burbak ban jaoge
agar koy tim log ko sudharne ki kaushis bhi karega
then all of you unabashedly tell this story from #bharat
The King and the Clever Girl
A story of #bharat
There was once a king who, during the day, used to sit on his throne and dispense justice, but who at night was accustomed to disguising himself and wandering about the streets of his city looking for adventures.
One evening he was passing by a certain garden when he observed four young girls sitting under a tree, and conversing together in earnest tones. Curious to overhear the subject of their discourse, he stopped to listen.
One of the girls said, "I think of all tastes the pleasantest in the world is the taste of telling lies."
This remark so interested the king that the next day he summoned the girl to his palace.
"Tell me," he said, "what you and your companions talked about under the tree last night."
"It was not about the king," answered she.
"Nevertheless," asked he, "what was it you said?"
"Those who tell lies, said I, must tell them because they find the practice agreeable," replied she.
"Whose daughter are you?" inquired the king.
"I am the daughter of a farmer," answered the girl.
"And what made you think there was a pleasure in telling lies?" asked the king.
The girl answered saucily, "Oh, you yourself will tell lies someday!"
"How?" said the king. "What can you mean?"
The girl answered, "If you will give me two lacs of rupees, and six months to consider, I will promise to prove my words."
So the king gave the girl the sum of money she asked for and agreed to her conditions.
After six months he called her to his presence again and reminded her of her promise. Now, in the interval, the girl had built a fine palace far away in the forest, upon which she had expended the wealth that the king had given to her. It was beautifully adorned with carvings and paintings, and furnished with silk and satin. So she now said to the king, "Come with me, and you shall see God."
Taking with him two of his ministers, the king went out, and by the evening they all arrived at the palace.
"This palace is the abode of God," said the girl. "But he will reveal himself only to one person at a time, and he will not reveal himself even to him unless he was born in lawful wedlock. Therefore, while the rest remain without, let each of you enter in order."
"Be it so," said the king. "But let my ministers precede me. I shall go in last."
So the first minister passed through the door and at once found himself in a noble room, and as he looked around he said to himself, "Who knows whether I shall be permitted to see God or not? I may be a bastard. And yet this place, so spacious and so beautiful, is a fitting dwelling place even for the deity." With all his looking and straining, however, he quite failed to see God anywhere. Then said he to himself, "If now I go out and declare that I have not seen God, the king and the other minister will throw it in my teeth that I am base-born. I have only one course open, therefore, which is to say that I have seen him."
So he went out, and when the king asked, "Have you seen God?" he answered at once, "Of course, I have seen God."
"But have you really seen him?" continued the king.
"Really and truly," answered the minister.
"And what did he say to you?" inquired the king further.
"God commanded me not to divulge his words," readily answered the minister.
Then said the king to the other minister, "Now you go in."
The second minister lost no time in obeying his master's order, thinking in his heart as he crossed the threshold, "I wonder if I am base-born?" Finding himself in the midst of the magnificent chamber, he gazed about him on all sides but failed to see God. Then said he to himself, "It is very possible I am base-born, for no God can I see. But it would be a lasting disgrace that I should admit it. I had better make out that I also have seen God."
Accordingly, he returned to the king, who said to him, "Well, have you seen God?" when the minister asserted that he had not only seen him but that he had spoken with him too.
It was now the turn of the king, and he entered the room confident that he would be similarly favored. But he gazed around in dismay, perceiving no sign of anything which could even represent the Almighty. Then began he to think to himself, "This God, wherever he is, has been seen by both my ministers, and it cannot be denied, therefore, that their birthright is clear. Is it possible that I, the king, am a bastard, seeing that no God appears to me? The very thought is confusion, and necessity will compel me to assert that I have seen him too."
Having formed this resolution, the king stepped out and joined the rest of his party.
"And now, O king," asked the cunning girl, "have you also seen God?"
"Yes," answered he with assurance, "I have seen God."
"Really?" asked she again.
"Certainly," asserted the king.
Three times the girl asked the same question, and three times the king unblushingly lied. Then said the girl, "O king, have you never a conscience? How could you possibly see God, seeing that God is a spirit?"
Hearing this reproof, the king recalled to mind the saying of the girl that one day he would lie too, and, with a laugh, he confessed that he had not seen God at all. The two ministers, beginning to feel alarmed, confessed the truth as well. Then said the girl, "O king, we poor people may tell lies occasionally to save our lives, but what had you to fear? Telling lies, therefore, for many has its own attractions, and to them at least the taste of lying is sweet."
Far from being offended at the stratagem that the girl had practiced on him, the king was so struck with her ingenuity and assurance that he married her forthwith, and in a short time, she became his confidential adviser in all his affairs, public as well as private. Thus this simple girl came to great honor and renown, and so much did she grow in wisdom that her fame spread through many lands.
please wake up - the way I woke up by the time when I reached the age of 10 or 11
Here is my contribution to awakening the Humans of Bharat...
And here I am - bowing down my head in front of Bharatmata
The English Translation of the song
O humble me beneath the dust of your feet
O drown all my arrogance in my tears
In giving glory to myself, I only abase myself
In being immersed in me, I only go around in circles,
O drown all my arrogance in my tears
Let me not project myself in my work
Let your will be done in my life
I ask for your eternal peace; in my heart your everlasting presence
Surround and shelter me in your lotus-heart
O drown all my arrogance in my tears.
The good thing is that the nation is waking up to reality.
Pardey ka piche jo bhi ho raha hain, in this age of information - that is getting leaked and awakening the Humans of the Universe and the Humans of Bharat
Enjoy the short clip of the video taken from the Jaipur Dialog
Enough is Enough
Wake up...
Let's rewrite the history of Bharat...
Read... Read... The real History of Bharat...
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