nachiyar.

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Tatascha pratyaham atmo jjeevanya evamanusmarathe.

Ramanujacharya says the vision has to remembered everyday atleast once so as to sustain oneself.
Tatascha pratyaham atmo jjeevanya evamanusmarathe.
The divya kataksha of Perumal pleases the entire world. The beautiful words that come out of his mouth add to the beauty of the mouth itself. His speech is characterised by admirable qualities like audibility, clarity, meaning sweet grace, divya ghambirya, oudarya,maduryadi, anavadika gunas. his words are full of pleasant ideas which are pleasing to the mind. his words are sweet like nectar and indicate his happiness.

Ramanujacharya says the devotee should be ever eager to realise this bliss and should be itching to be taken into His service. Narayana should be the only goal as he is the only master, our saviour for many generations. He is most enjoyable. he is the support and sustenance like one's mother, he is the Father he is our all.(mama natham, mama kula daivatham, mama kula dhanam, mama bhogyam, mama matharam, mama pitharam mama sarvam.

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Lucy

Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray,
And when I cross'd the Wild,
I chanc'd to see at break of day
The solitary Child.

No Mate, no comrade Lucy knew;
She dwelt on a wild Moor,
The sweetest Thing that ever grew
Beside a human door!

You yet may spy the Fawn at play,
The Hare upon the Green;
But the sweet face of Lucy Gray
Will never more be seen.

"To-night will be a stormy night,
You to the Town must go,
And take a lantern, Child, to light
Your Mother thro' the snow."

"That, Father! will I gladly do;
'Tis scarcely afternoon—
The Minster-clock has just struck two,
And yonder is the Moon."

At this the Father rais'd his hook
And snapp'd a faggot-band;
He plied his work, and Lucy took
The lantern in her hand.

Not blither is the mountain roe,
With many a wanton stroke
Her feet disperse, the powd'ry snow
That rises up like smoke.

The storm came on before its time,
She wander'd up and down,
And many a hill did Lucy climb
But never reach'd the Town.

The wretched Parents all that night
Went shouting far and wide;
But there was neither sound nor sight
To serve them for a guide.

At day-break on a hill they stood
That overlook'd the Moor;
And thence they saw the Bridge of Wood
A furlong from their door.

And now they homeward turn'd, and cry'd
"In Heaven we all shall meet!"
When in the snow the Mother spied
The print of Lucy's feet.

Then downward from the steep hill's edge
They track'd the footmarks small;
And through the broken hawthorn-hedge,
And by the long stone-wall;

And then an open field they cross'd,
The marks were still the same;
They track'd them on, nor ever lost,
And to the Bridge they came.

They follow'd from the snowy bank
The footmarks, one by one,
Into the middle of the plank,
And further there were none.

Yet some maintain that to this day
She is a living Child,
That you may see sweet Lucy Gray
Upon the lonesome Wild.

O'er rough and smooth she trips along,
And never looks behind;
And sings a solitary song
That whistles in the wind.

Monday, January 20, 2020

restrictions.

We humans are programmed to grow stronger, faster, and smarter; to climb higher, live longer, and populate every last inch of real estate. We’ve toppled scores of world records over the past few decades, but how much more progress can we make? No matter how we enhance our natural capabilities, our potential is bound by certain scientific principles—laws of physics, biomechanics, and thermodynamics—that don’t yield to human ambition. We asked scientists to define where, exactly, those boundaries lie, and to provide some take-home tips that’ll help you stretch your own potential.