In A Plan Of Life

There Are Times When You Have To Obey A Call Which Is The Highest Of All, I.e. The Voice Of Conscience Even Though Such Obedience May Cost Many A Bitter Tear, And Even More, Separation From Friends, From Family, From The State, To Which You May Belong, From All That You Have Held As Dear As Life Itself. For This Obedience Is The Law Of Our Being.

My Austerities, Fasting And Prayers Are, I Know, Of No Value If I Rely Upon Them For Reforming Me. My Penance Is The Prayer Of A Bleeding Heart For Forgiveness For Sins Unwittingly Committed.

An Institution That Suffers From A Plethora Of Leaders Is Surely In A Bad Way.

I Can Not Give You The Reference Of Ram Chandar Or Krishna, Because They Were Not Historical Figures. I Can Not Help It But To Present To You The Names Of (hazrat) Abu Bakar (ra) And (hazrat) Umar Farooq (ra). They Were Leaders Of A Vast Empire, Yet They Lived A Life Of Austerity.

He Who Runs To The Doctor, Vaidya, Or Hakim For Every Little Ailment, And Swallows All Kinds Of Vegetable And Mineral Drugs, Not Only Curtails His Life, But By Becoming The Slave Of His Body Instead Of Remaining Its Master, Loses Self-control, And Ceases To Be A Man.