Monday, April 17, 2006

IF

Opening Song: None, They don't allow songs at the digital library. Can hear the swirl of the fans though..
Opening Mood: I'm happy, Did well in sessionals,without preparation.

I was browsing the net for arbit stuff, and in the blog of one of my friends, found this poem titled "IF" by Rudyard Kipling..
I first saw this poem on Shivdeep's wall , two years ago when he was my roommate.. Its been sort of an anthem,for since then... I guess, I was reading "The Anthem" at the same time!

Anyway lets read it..

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!



People might say, this is a passive preachy poem.. May be, but its a wise one.. Hence, a nice one..

Closing Mood: Happy..
Closing Song: Well , its complete silence now... Even the Fans have been switched off!!
11:00 A.M
17 April, 2006

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