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As Human Beings, Our Greatness Lies Not So Much In Being Able To Remake The World - That Is The Myth Of The Atomic Age - As In Being Able To Remake Ourselves.

A Satyagrahi May Not Ride Two Horses, Truth And Untruth, At The Same Time, Nor, To Change The Metaphor, Trim His Sail To Catch Every Breeze As You Do In The Name Of Communism.

We May Not Go About Parroting Truth And Nonviolence And Steering Clear Of Them In Our Daily Life.

This Earthly Existence Of Ours Is More Brittle That The Glass Bangles That Ladies Wear.

The Inner Voice Is Something Which Cannot Be Described In Words. But Sometimes We Have A Positive Feeling That Something In Us Prompts Us To Do A Certain Thing. The Time When I Learnt To Recognise This Voice Was, I May Say, The Time When I Started Praying Regularly.