Rao Quotes

I measure the progress of a community by the degree of progress which women have achieved.

The relationship between husband and wife should be one of closest friends.

Humans are mortal. So are ideas. An idea needs propagation as much as a plant needs watering. Otherwise both will wither and die.

History shows that where ethics and economics come in conflict, victory is always with economics. Vested interests have never been known to have willingly divested themselves unless there was sufficient force to compel them.

A great man is different from an eminent one in that he is ready to be the servant of the society.

What is love if not a hunger?

Could you look again, please?” the woman asked in a clipped, slightly British accent. “It was sent parcel post two weeks ago from Miss Felicity Worthington and addressed to Mrs. Rao, Mrs. Gemma Doyle Rao.

Political tyranny is nothing compared to the social tyranny and a reformer who defies society is a more courageous man than a politician who defies Government.

For a successful revolution it is not enough that there is discontent. What is required is a profound and thorough conviction of the justice, necessity and importance of political and social rights.

Anh muốn rao lên cho làng nước biết hôm nay em bạc đãi một người. Nhưng em ơi! anh chỉ đến ngã tư xưa anh đứng dưới môt ngôi đèn bỏ.

That's the way it is: If two people want to be together, they'll find a way. They'll forge a way.

A safe army is better than a safe border

Here’s what matters. Understand this, Poornima: that it’s better to be swallowed whole than in pieces. Only then can you win. No elephant can be too big. Only then no elephant can do you harm.

Rather than see ageing as a reason to contract, we should view it as an opportunity to expand. We should make each year of our lives are more interesting than the one before.

The personality of Muhammad, it is most difficult to get into the whole truth of it. Only a glimpse of it I can catch. What a dramatic succession of picturesque scenes! There is Muhammad, the Prophet; there is Muhammad, the Warrior; Muhammad, the Businessman; Muhammad, the Statesman; Muhammad, the Orator; Muhammad, the Reformer; Muhammad, the Refuge of Orphans; Muhammad, the Protector of Slaves; Muhammad, the Emancipator of Women; Muhammad, the Judge; Muhammad, the Saint. All in all these magnificent roles, in all these departments of human activities, he is like a hero.

We girls. Afraid of the wrong things, at the wrong times. Afraid of a burned face, when outside, outside waiting for you are fires you cannot imagine. Men, holding matches up to your gasoline eyes. Flames, flames all around you, licking at your just-born breasts, your just-bled body. And infernos. Infernos as wide as the world. Waiting to impoverish you, make you ash, and even the wind, even the wind. Even the wind, my dear, she thought, watching you burn, willing it, passing over you, and through you. Scattering you, because you are a girl, and because you are ash.

for every complex question, there is an answer that is simple, elegant and wrong.

And so she decided in that moment - decided, yes, decided, astonished that she could even do such a thing as decide - that she would never again ask forgiveness for a thing she didn't do, for crimes she could in no way recall committing.

Who is Incredible Hulk ? ..A monster man who took "Go Green" too seriously.

So revenge is obviously a deeply messed-up expression of vindictiveness. It is hard to even call it "evil." It is just plain insanity. A result of deeply messed-up thinking.

Reflection is a dangerous pastime. It can lead you to rewrite your past, alter how you see your present, and tempt you down paths you never imagined you would explore.

When she is crowned in jasmine, in needle-flower, in smoke and in fire, he will kneel before he and name her," repeated Rao, in common Zaban. And suddenly Malini was shivering, every inch of her afire with a mad elation that rose up, up in her blood. "He will give the princess of Parijat her fate: He will say..." He swallowed. Raised his eyes, which were fierce and wet. "Name who shall sit upon the throne, princess. Name the flower of empire. Name the head that shall reign beneath a crown of poison. Name the hand that lit the pyre." The silence was deep; a drumming tense silence, drawn taut as a bowstring. "He will name her thus," finished Rao. "And she will know.

Every moment in a woman's life was a deal, a deal for her body: first for its blooming and then for its wilting; first for her bleeding and then for her virginity and then for her bearing (counting only the sons) and for her widowing.

Are you strutting, Wifey?" asked Mini. Aiden suddenly slowed. Brynne looked him over and snorted. "Yup, he's definitely strutting." "Am not," said Aiden. "Yeah you are!" , said Aru, laughing. "Am not" "R-2-" "D-2-," said Aiden before giving up and shaking his head. "Why are you guys like this?" "Boredom," said Mini. "Belligerence," said Brynne. "Brilliance," said Aru. The three of them grinned at each other.

All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps. —Michael Ondaatje

There will always be men like you,” Rao agreed, pinning him harder. It was easy. “But they will not be you. That’s enough for me.

We’re trapped in the mountains with no camping supplies—” Aiden reached into his backpack and pulled out a coin. He flipped it onto the ground, and three tents sprouted up immediately. Brynne scowled. “Okay, well, definitely no food—” Aiden dug out five protein bars and tossed them in front of the tents. Rudy stared at him. “Dude, what is in that bag?” “Precautionary stuff,” said Aiden simply.

My greatest sin was to waste my life believing that I wasn't capable of something more.

Forget what I said about a woman who won't listen. The worst thing is a woman who knows what she wants.

There is no way to explain a thing that is perfect.

It was stillness, she learned, that at the time was the greatest movement.

Brynne Tvarika Lakshmi Balamuralikrishna Rao was a lot of things. She was an amazing cook, and a fierce wrestler. She had an awful temper and once tried to crack a cinder block just by barreling into it headfirst. Granted, she got knocked out for an hour, but the cinder block definitely had a line through it, so that was pretty much a win. Brynne was even fairly decent at playing the harp, though she hated admitting that her uncles, Gunky and Funky, had signed her up for lessons on that instrument. But if there was one thing she was known for, it was never giving up. She absolutely, flat-out refused.

There's no way I'm coming out there to watch you guys make eyes at each other for five minutes straight!' shouted Brynne from the kitchen. 'We don't do that!' said Aru. You do, said Mini through their mind link. Aiden pretended to be very preoccupied with Shadowfax.

Organize yourself & bring rhythm to your life: Because you have things to do, habits to break, dreams to achieve, peace to discover and one life to live

The day you start institutionalizing “Walk the talk” life shall show the dream to reality path.

No matter how dark your cloud is; sun in you will always outshine this darkness

Quoth the Raven," said a glitching voice from the phone. "Nevermore," said the man. "Then the game has started

All conflicts are rooted in emotions. If you can satiate the emotions, you can resolve the conflicts.

If you don't know how you feel, you will certainly not know, why you think the way you think.

Worrying about what other people think is a jail of our own creation, and the irony of it is those people are in the same jail with us.

Brynne Tvarika Lakshmi Balamuralikrishna Rao had always been strong. Like, so strong that even her shadow bristled with muscles and other shadows would wither away in its presence.

He looks at Rao. Turns in his seat and looks. Sunil Rao, bane of Adam's career, world saver, royal pain in the ass, and genuinely the love of Adam's life.

It was sent parcel post two weeks ago from Miss Felicity Worthington and addressed to Mrs. Rao, Mrs. Gemma Doyle Rao.

Rich and powerful escape the Law poor and Helpless are trapped in the legal system The winners are only rich and powerful rest are lost in the system with the fate Dr.T.V.Rao MD

Different beliefs in God - Wise people write on GOD, Rich people bribe the GOD,Priests Negotiate the GOD, Poor and Innocent live with faith in GOD and ignorant Discuss GOD - Dr.T.V.Rao MD

There was nothing for many, many kilometers surrounding the train...and that what she had thought while traveling on the train: that to journey through such emptiness was to invite it inside.

There's the thing with girls, isn't it?', he'd said. 'Whenever they stand on the edge of something, you can't help it, you can't. You think, push. That's all it would take. Just one little push.

Không phải là thi sĩ, nhưng vào những buổi chiều tháng một ở Hà Nội, người nào cũng muốn làm thơ: trời lạnh có gió mưa, nghe tiếng rao sì-cốc-bểu là một loại bánh cuốn hấp, người ta cũng thấy có một cái gì gợi cảm; cái xe tay trùm áo tơi cánh gà cũng có thể là một đề tài để cho người đa tình suy nghĩ hay một cái quán bên đường he hé mở để cho người đi qua nghe thấy một cái lò than hồng tráng bánh cuốn có mấy người ngồi ăn trong làn khói mờ mờ như sương cũng có thể làm cho ta tưởng tượng bao nhiêu cuộc hợp hoan chờ đợi…

Brynne shuddered. 'You're my best friend, but I would never like you. One, because you're basically my brother. Two, I prefer boys who can beat me in a wrestling contest.' She thought about this and added, 'Or girls.

How would you describe yourself?" asked Tumburu. Aru consider this. And then, in a very measured voice, she said, "Kind." Brynne snorted. "You mean sneaky." "Uh, imaginative," said Mini, a touch defensively. "Very imaginative." No one asked you to elaborate! Aru said through the mind link, but her sisters only laughed. "Kinda weird," said Rudy. Aiden glanced at her. The corner of his mouth tipped up. "Chaotic.

At each small success we should not become our own heroes in our minds

She liked how Savitha seemed to savor everything, even the most mundane. “Look at the sky!” she would exclaim. “Have you ever seen so many stars?

What is love, Poori?” Savitha said. “What is love if not a hunger?

Choosing freedom over toxic familiarity would always be the correct choice.

Fortunately there are wars. And rationing is one of the grandest inventions of man. You stamp paper with figures and you feed stomachs on numbers.

Nothing matters. That's the key to unlocking the handcuffs that keep us imprisoned in worry, self-doubt, fear and disbelief.

you don’t get what you deserve; you get what you negotiate.

None of these things define you as a person: Your education The size of your bank account Your job title Your failures Your successes And sadly, we let so many of these things rule our lives. Obsession with crossing off the checkboxes of society's life plan leads to little other than therapy, midlife crises, and depression.

You forget that everyone you meet, everyone in the world, is a human being stuck in the same predicament, trying with their imperfect intellect to make sense of this immensely complicated firmament.

Well, with Mohan, it was even clearer - there could be no love without fear. The two had always been bound for her, she realized, fear and love, always, but just there, floating on the edge of wake and sleep, another thought drifted up, as if from the cloth that was tucked into her pillow: the thought that maybe there had been one exception. Maybe once, just for a short time, in her girlhood, they had been separate. For a short time (she was already snoring, beginning to dream), she had loved Poornima, and in that love, she had felt no fear.

We live life for Love, Success, Freedom, Intimacy, Security, Adventure, Power, Passions, Comfort and Health as emotional states and we Google, Linked, Liked, Shared & Tweeted most of all of the emotional states throughout our life. Why? Because they give, gave and given pleasure and meaning to our life.’ – Dr V V Rao

beliefs create or constrain possibilities, desires lead to preferences among them, and intentions represent commitments to specific courses of action. Each of the primitive elements can evolve in time, which is why mental models have momentum.

Don't be a mirror to show them what they are. Be an inspiration to show them what they can be!

Fear was no good, but neither was the monotony of fear.

I could live without chemistry but not without kindness.

Lighting the lamp is an art. A ritual. A discipline. Lighting the lamp became my anchor, and my focus, a deliberate act, and a resolution.

By writing what I was grateful for, I learned to look for things that made me smile.

The path of least resistance led to hibernation.

That first choice to leave an unhappy home had put me on a path strewn with more choices. Such was life. I had to accept it without looking for certainties.

Growing up is never easy. We think it happens when you reach a certain age, accomplish a goal, acquire a house, or reach a milestone, but it doesn’t stop.

The process of planning is very valuable, for forcing you to think hard about what you are doing, but the actual plan that results from it is probably useless.

truth is also about increasing moral minimalism. As you learn more, you should have less need for moral opinions. Or

Getting weak is easy. It's staying strong that makes you.

Try & try until you cannot succeed.

Jerbo ja sam glava, a u glavi srcu mista nije.

I think the most sacred right of man is to be happy.

Reliability is the fuel for compounding strength of a leader. Loss of reliability results in loss of confidence in one's leadership.

Expression is saying what you really feel. Impression is saying what others want to hear.

Certain emotions drive certain thoughts and actions. Knowing your emotional drivers is essential to regulate behavior.

Those can't understand themselves, can never understand others.

Everything you do, and everything you don't in life, is to satisfy an emotion.

Emotion is the most powerful driver of thoughts and actions. If you can figure your emotion, you can figure your thoughts and actions.

She then studied his eyes, trying to see into them, or at least see something in them, but they were empty. Barren. As if he were looking into an abyss. A strange land. “It’s a photo,” Savitha scolded. “What do you expect to see? His heart?” Yes, Poornima wanted to reply. I want to see his heart.

Perhaps terror and peace became the same thing when life's mysteries were unveiled. In the Bhagavad Gita, when Krishna reveals his divine form at Arjuna's request, Arjuna is terrified at seeing what no mortal can stand to see. But the end to human doubt surely must also bring with it a definite, final peace.

Most people are afraid. Most people get comfortable in a life that seems tolerable enough. They don’t have the time, they complain, and may actually believe it (even as they spend hours watching TV, playing video games, surfing the Internet, at the mall).   The price is that moment near the end when you realize that your life never belonged to you. You never stepped up. You never owned it. You never showed us who you really are.

Your most stable beliefs, the ones that actually modulate your behavior, aren’t about life purposes; they are about momentum management. You are more likely to switch religions than to switch from an impatient to a patient temperament.

What fools we all are. We girls. Afraid of the wrong things, at the wrong times. Afraid of a burdened face, when outside, outside waiting for you are fires you cannot imagine. Men, holding matches up to your gasoline eyes. Flames, flames all around you, licking at your just-born breasts, your just-bled body. And infernos. Infernos as wide as the world. Waiting to impoverish you, make you ash, and even the wind, even the wind. Even the wind, my dear, she thought, watching you burn, willing it, passing over you, and through you. Scattering you, because you are a girl, and because you are ash.

For 20 years, I faced ‘Get Outs’ (by publishers), did not sell copies of my books, but I kept on trying. Junoon hona bahut zaruri hai, aur thoda sa pagalpan bhi (Passion is important, so is a bit of craziness). MINT New Delhi 2nd May, 2016

It was tragic to be a burn victim—oil, acid, dowry disputes, cruel in-laws, all that—though what was expected next was a humble, pained exit, feminine in its sorrow, in its sense of proportion. In other words, what was expected was invisibility. For the woman to disappear. But Poornima refused, or rather, she never even considered it. She walked down the street, she held her head high, she wore no mangalsutra, she had no male escort, she was iron in her purpose, imperial in her poise.

I decided to create a home from scratch, something that would reflect my tastes and preferences with a combination of objects and energy that would add up to a safe and inviting space for the people and experiences I wanted to welcome into my life.

If you instinctively envision yourself in the future, at the peak of your life, you are a be somebody person. If you instinctively envision the impact you might have had, and are fuzzy on what you personally will be like, you are a do something type.

All that is required is to control people who believe in fairness, is to remove any evidence suggesting that the world might fundamentally not be a fair place, and mask it appropriately with a justice principle such as an afterlife calculus, or a retirement fantasy.

Jail's are a spooky place," remarked Bill, trying to match the pace of detective Adam. "Oh that is nothing in front of the ultimate fear" replied detective Adam. "Ultimate fear?" "Funny thing that, the ultimate fear is also the ultimate relief." "Which is?" "Death

Then the wind comes so swift and dashing that it takes the autumn leaves with it, and they rise into the juggling air, while the trees bleat and blubber. Then drops fall, big as the thumb … the earth itself seems to heave up and cheep in the monsoon rains. It churns and splashes, beats against the treetops, reckless and wilful, and suddenly floating forwards, it bucks back and spits forward and pours down upon the green, weak coffee leaves, thumping them down to the earth.

Although Manmohan Singh, the helmsman, got the credit, it was Rao who took the tough and aggressive decisions and provided the energy and political support. He was shrewd and knew how to deal with dissent. The manner in which he pushed through the industrial policy in the cabinet is an example. At the same time, the reforms would not have happened without Manmohan Singh. To the extent that there was one, he created the road map. In a brilliant move, he set up a set of committees—bank reform under Narsimhan, tax reform under Chelliah, and insurance reform under Malhotra—and they provided crucial intellectual sustenance and legitimacy for reform measures in these areas. It needed Manmohan Singh to come and change the nation’s mind-set to growth. But Manmohan Singh is a reticent man and cautious by nature. On his own, without Rao’s constant support, he would not have done it. The new trade policy would not have come about as speedily without Chidambaram. Varma was a terror as the head of the steering committee and he provided the momentum for the implementation of the reforms for two years. He knew the system well, and he played it in favor of the reforms. Varma’s crucial contributions, I believe, have not been understood or appreciated. In the end, all three—Manmohan Singh, Chidambaram, and Varma—derived their strength from Narasimha Rao.

That’s all she could recall her mother ever doing: something for someone else. Even Poornima’s most tender memories—of being fed by her mother’s hand on the bus trip to see her grandparents, or the weight of it against her hair while she’d been combing it—had all of them to do with her mother doing something for her child, never for herself. Is that how she’d meant to spend her life? Is that how lives were meant to be spent?

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you should consider. But letting those 500 words serve as a compass for your goals and dreams makes them much more likely to happen. If making a decision throws you so far off course that you're facing the polar opposite direction of where you want to end up, it might be the wrong decision, since it practically guarantees you won't end up in the direction your compass is pointing you. Let's say you want to be an artist of some sort and for the next 100 days you sit on your ass in front of the television. Well that's a completely different direction than the one your dream is pointing you in. But

But the Congress also played an insidious role in creating the circumstances that led to the demolition of the mosque. Though Rahul Gandhi once grandly claimed that the mosque would never have been brought down had a member of the Nehru-Gandhi family been at the helm of government, it was his father, Rajiv Gandhi, who on the request of the VHP first ordered the locks on the Ram Janmabhoomi–Babri Masjid complex to be opened in 1985. And in 1989, with one eye on the elections, it was Rajiv who sent his home minister, Buta Singh, to participate in the ‘shilanyas’, or the symbolic temple foundation laying ceremony, at a site near the Babri Masjid but outside of what he understood to be the disputed site. After his assassination in 1991 it became the responsibility of Narasimha Rao to safeguard the mosque from demolition. The Liberhan Report said Prime Minister Rao and his government were ‘day-dreaming’; his own party colleagues and those who met him in the days leading up to 6 December say his inaction was deliberate. Veteran journalist Kuldip Nayar even went so far as to suggest in his memoirs that Rao ‘sat at a puja when the kar sevaks began pulling down the mosque and rose only when the last stone had been removed’.

But then Lalita did something odd. Well, not odd, but beautiful. She shifted the clay pot of water from her right hip to her left. She pushed it up against the curve of her waist, wrapped her arm around the neck of the pot, and disappeared around the bend. Mohan knelt to the ground; he could taste the earthen dampness clinging to her waist. He knew then that he'd been wrong: she wasn't simply happy; happiness could not possibly explain the strange loveliness, the utter seductiveness, of that gesture. No, what Lalita had was something even more audacious than happiness. What was it? Mohan trembled.... Sitting on his bed that afternoon, after lunch, Mohan decided that the clay of the pot and the bronze of Lalita's skin were the only true substances. They were why the rains fell, why the sun rose. His fingers traced them all his life. Then he knew. He knew what Lalita had that the others didn't, that he didn't; she had sex. In fact, he realized, what she had was the opposite of what he had. But what was it that he had? What was the opposite of sex? It seemed like a question without an answer. Like where does reality stop and unreality begin? Or, what goes deeper, the human soul or the human imagination? But this one had an answer. That much Mohan knew. He knew that the opposite of sex was fear. And fear was something he had an abundance of.