Rupee Quotes

Sometimes I wonder, Balram. I wonder what's the point of living. I really wonder...' The point of living? My heart pounded The point of your living is that if you die, who's going to pay me three and a half thousand rupees a month?

A wife should always be few feet behind her husband. If he is an MA you should be a BA.If he is 5'4'tall you shouldn't be more than 5'3'tall. If he is earning five hundred rupees you should never earn more than four hundred and ninety nine rupees.That's the only rule to follow if you want a happy marriage...No partnership can ever be equal.It will always be unequal, but take care it is unequal in favor of the husband. If the scales tilt in your favor, God help you, both of you.

Esti singur in vartejul suferintei tale si daca vrei sa iesi trebuie sa tragi aer in piept si sa te scufunzi pana se sfarseste. Mai degraba iubeste-o pana cand iubirea ti se face apa si se scurge prin toti porii. Iubeste-o in absenta. Va fi ca si cum te-ai arunca de nebun intr-un zid. De sute, de mii de ori. Neclintit, zidul iti va rupe oasele, pielea ti-o vei zdreli, iti vei sfasia hainele pana cand te vei fi prelins in praful de la baza lui. Un somn lung te va cuprinde, apoi te vei trezi ca dupa un cosmar pe care vei incerca sa-l rememorezi. Soarele diminetii nu-ti va da timp si vei uita. Cu fiecare zi care va trece vei mai fi uitat putin cate putin...Vindeca-te singur. E tot ce poti face pentru tine.

Why be elated by material profit?” Father replied. “The one who pursues a goal of evenmindedness is neither jubilant with gain nor depressed by loss. He knows that man arrives penniless in this world, and departs without a single rupee.

O singurătate cum nu poate trăi nici un om în viața reală, care-ți rupe oasele ca un animal sălbatic, îmi sfârteca organele interne.

When you face your fear, you become familiar with it and familiarity makes it lose its meaning, loosen its grip—fear ceases to be fear.

Oh, no said her mother sadly. You know nothing of the pettiness of women. When brothers agree to split a joint family they sometimes divide lakhs of rupees worth of property in a few minutes. But the tussle of their wives over the pots and pans in the common kitchen--that nearly causes bloodshed.

Dreams heed no borders, the eyes need no visas With eyes shut I walk across the line in time All the time—

Constantine cursed the faujis again, and then he cursed Tom Cruise for having made that bloody Top Gun movie. Since then, an entire generation of faujis had grown up thinking they could be like him just by buying those cheap rip-off sunglasses for 200 rupees from Zainab Market.

Many crores of rupees are squandered in this country by way offering gratitude to God and bribing Him to gain greater and greater wealth.

Guys, Don't be Clever by knowing one side. Your assumptions are always wrong. Even a one rupee coin have two sides.

E mana care rupe pagina din carte, e cartea care rupe trairea din viata, e viata care-l rupe pe Dumnezeu din fasha, pe un camp de lupta unde corbii refuza sa se intoarca... 92 DE POVESTI CU CARTI

Moksh tamara karmo nu aapo aap maltu fal chhe, Koi manjil nathi ke teni trushna ma jivava nu hoy. Chetna ughade aetle badhu takladi hoy te chhute , kain vrat niyam na bhaag rupe badhu chhodava thi chetana na pragate.

Srinagar is a medieval city dying in a modern war. It is empty streets, locked shops, angry soldiers and boys with stones. It is several thousand military bunkers, four golf courses, and three book-shops. It is wily politicians repeating their lies about war and peace to television cameras and small crowds gathered by the promise of an elusive job or a daily fee of a few hundred rupees. It is stopping at sidewalks and traffic lights when the convoys of rulers and their patrons in armored cars, secured by machine guns, rumble on broken roads. It is staring back or looking away, resigned. Srinagar is never winning and never being defeated.

Copii sunt mai aproape de Dumnezeu pentru ca ei nu se indoiesc. Indoiala vine cu varsta. Asta inseamna ca in stare de embrion in pantecele mamei e dumnezeire. Dumnezeire care alege sa devina OM. Unde pierdem oare harul? Unde se rupe firul care odata intrerupt naste indoiala? Sunt multe raspunsuri, stiu. Prea multe corecte, niciunul adevarat...

Čovjek može od svega pobjeći, ali nema te rupe u koju se može sakriti od svojih misli.

The powerful alchemy of his storytelling transforms the atthanni—the half a rupee coin—into a rupaiya.

Ne zanimaju me izmišljotine. Zato više ništa ne čitam. I da znaš, neće svet propasti zbog ozonske rupe, niti zbog Marsovaca, već zbog laži.

The young no longer want to understand why a system made them spend lakhs of rupees studying to be engineers when at the end of it all they could not find jobs that would pay them even ten thousand. They took loans to gain admission and study in colleges that promised them training and placements. Those colleges don't exist anymore, but the loans are still being repaid.

Just because drivers and cooks in Delhi are reading Murder Weekly, it doesn't mean that they are all about to slit their masters' necks. Of course they’d like to. Of course, a billion servants are secretly fantasizing about strangling their bosses — and that’s why the government of India publishes this magazine and sells it on the streets for just four and a half rupees so that even the poor can buy it. you see, the murdered in the magazine is so mentally disturbed and sexually deranged that not one reader would want to be like him — and in the end he always gets caught by some honest, hardworking police officer (ha!), or goes mad and hangs himself by a bedsheet after writing a sentimental letter to his mother or primary school teacher, or is chased, beaten, buggered, and garroted by the brother of the woman he has done in. So if your driver is busy flicking through the pages of Murder Weekly, relax. No danger to you. Quite the contrary. It’s when your driver starts to read about Gandhi and the Buddha that it’s time to wet your pants.

The Great Socialist himself is said to have embezzled one billion rupees from the Darkness, and transferred that money into a bank account in a small, beautiful country in Europe full of white people and black money.

Every day, on the roads of Delhi, some chauffeur is driving an empty car with a black suitcase sitting on the backseat. Inside that suitcase is a million, two million rupees; more money than that chauffeur will see in his lifetime. If he took the money he could go to America, Australia, anywhere, and start a new life. He could go inside the five-star hotels he has dreamed about all his life and only seen from the outside. He could take his family to Goa, to England. Yet he takes that black suitcase where his master wants. He puts it down where he is meant to, and never touches a rupee. Why? "Because Indians are the world's most honest people, like the prime minister's booklet will inform you? No. It's because 99.9 percent of us are caught in the Rooster Coop just like those poor guys in the poultry market.

A man left home in morning with 1 Rupee. He gambled with it and made millions. Then lost them all. He returned home in evening empty handed. His wife is clueless why loss of just 1 Rupee has drowned his husband in so much depression that he is not speaking a word. This is the illusion or Maya.

Remember Luigi, Toaster Toast Toast." - Mario Hotel "Remember Luigi, Where There Fire, There's Burnt Toast." - Mario Hotel "Greetings Young Traveller, I See That You Have Wandered Into My Store. Would You Like To Partake In One Of My Goods Or Services, I Sell Clothes, Rope, Bombs, You Want It I Got It, As Long As You Have Enough Rupees. Oh, I See You Don't Have Enough Ruppees, Come Back When You're A Bit, Umm, Riche." - The Legend Of Zelda

If your one Rupee is pending with a shopkeeper, you would go to that shop again even if you have to spend 10 Rupees fuel. Same thing happens in relationships. If you have invested a few precious moments in someone, it becomes very difficult to leave. This is how Maya (Space-Time) keeps a soul attached birth after birth.

People think of our life as harsh, and of course in many ways it is. But going into the unknown world and confronting it without a single rupee in our pockets means that differences between rich and poor, educated and illiterate, all vanish, and a common humanity emerges. As wanderers, we monks and nuns are free of shadows from the past. This wandering life, with no material possessions, unlocks our souls. There is a wonderful sense of lightness, living each day as it comes, with no sense of ownership, no weight, no burden. Journey and destination became one, thought and action became one, until it is as if we are moving like a river into complete detachment.

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A good storyteller is the conscience-keeper of a nation.

Working for million dollars is not a big thing, working for thousand rupees on your passion is important.

And what was really mine? A handful of rupees and a mind packed tight with rage.

The biggest problem of our country is not Harshad Mehta stealing ₹ 3000 crores. It is when an ordinary person pays 200 rupees as bribe – and thinks it’s okay.

Da, zisei, povestea care se repetă, temerea de totdeauna care rupe vraja, şi o rupe când el , când ea, cine iubeşte mai puţin .

If you ask an urban lady what she would pay to her sweepers, the reply is obvious. She would pay a man two thousand rupees and a maiden not more than thousand bucks.

Sufletul nu este o gumă de mestecat.Nu se întinde şi nici nu se rupe, şi nici nu se dă din gură în gură.

So dominant did the Indians become over vast regions of East Africa that the rupee became the prevailing currency in much of that region.

Opening lines of The Great Indian Novel narrated as a modern day MahaBharata. They tell me India is an underdeveloped country. They attend seminars, appear on television, even come to see me, creasing their eight-hundred-rupee suits and clutching their moulded plastic briefcases, to announce in tones of infinite understanding that India has yet to develop. Stuff and nonsense, of course. “These are the kind of fellows who couldn’t tell their kundalini from a decomposing earthworm, and I don’t hesitate to tell them so. I tell them they have no knowledge of history and even less of their own heritage. I tell them that if they would only read the Mahabarata and the Ramayana, study the Golden Ages of the Mauryas and the Guptas and even of those Muslim chaps the Mughals, they would realize that India in not an underdeveloped country but a highly developed country in an advanced stage of decay.” They laugh about me pityingly and shift from one foot to the other, unable to conceal their impatience, and I tell them that, in fact, everything in India in over-developed, particularly the social structure, the bureaucracy, the political process, the financial system, the university network and, for that matter, the women. Cantankerous old man, I them thinking, as they make their several exists

Doctore, mi-am fracturat sufletul, s-a impiedicat de o privire ascuţită, s-a răsucit în toată dragostea lui şi şi-a frânt o aripă! Hai, pune atele sau coasele cu sfoară ce-a mai rămas! Coase! Nu mă lăsa infirmă, nu mă rupe de mine! Coase şi spune-mi cine în mine se revarsă prin ochi, fără anestezie? Cum am ajuns să-mi fiu străină mie şi cine m-a smuls din mine, doctore?

I managed to be on the list of selected candidates, but admission to this prestigious institution was an expensive affair. Around a thousand rupees was required, and my father could not spare that much money. At that time, my sister, Zohara, stood behind me, mortgaging her gold bangles and chain. I was deeply touched by her determination to see me educated and by her faith in my abilities. I vowed to release her bangles from mortgage with my own earnings. The only way before me to earn money at that point of time was to study hard and get a scholarship. I went ahead at full steam.

Whenever the sadness got too much, I would hire a rickshaw and go to the Upper Bazaar. Those little rickshaw trips to the market and back, shopping for lipsticks and imitation Gucci bags and wind-chimes and what not, are some of my happiest memories today. You know, one day, during one of those trips, I sold all my well-thumbed copies of ‘Inside Outside’ to the Tibetan guy who ran the old book store on Netaji Road for seventy rupees, six Tintins and a disarming smile. And all of a sudden, that moment, standing at the corner of Netaji road, I found out who I was.’ ('Left from Dhakeshwari')

Trecutul e ca un câine care îţi rupe fără întrerupere turul, în timp ce pre­zentul este o potaie care te păcăleşte s-­o ţii în braţe, făcându-­te să uiţi viitorul - un ogar din rasa afgană. (Doina Ruști - Mâța Vinerii)

Sometimes I wonder, Balram. I wonder what’s the point of living. I really wonder . . .” The point of living? My heart pounded. The point of your living is that if you die, who’s going to pay me three and a half thousand rupees a month?

Dopo vent'anni, Sandokan e Yanez finalmente sbarcavano sul loro isolotto che mai più avevano creduto di riconquistare. - Grazie, fratellino mio, - disse la Tigre della Malesia al portoghese, mentre si avviavano su per l'alta rupe ed i loro equipaggi e le bande disarmavano la guarnigione. - Questa rivincita la devo tutta a te! - Ba'! - rispose Yanez. - Cominciavo ad annoiarmi alla corte dell'Assam, quantunque adori la mia Surama. Ho preso tre mesi di vacanza e ti giuro che mi sono divertito.

A rupee invested in Page Industries’ IPO in March 2007 is worth Rs 34 presently (in April 2016), implying a compounded annual return of 47 per cent. That same rupee would be worth just Rs 2 if invested in the Sensex, implying a CAGR of 8 per cent. Thus

Cele trei fraze pe care trebuie să le rosteşti pentru a rupe o legătură: "te părăsesc", "între noi totul s-a sfârşit" şi "nu te mai iubesc". Atât timp cât nu sunt formulate, mai există o cale de întoarcere. Poţi să te ciorovăieşti cât vrei cu celălalt, poţi să-l faci şi poate să te facă în toate felurile. Dar, în ziua în care aceste fraze au fost spuse, s-a terminat: au efectul unui clichet şi e imposibil să mai revii. Sunt asemenea unor cuvinte de trecere care blochează trecerea, sunt un "Sesam, închide-te" al dragostei.

We got out of our car in Agra to be faced with 150 people and instantly knew that we were their target. We were white (we still are) and wealthy (in comparison). And these people are masters at the art of distraction. You’ll spot the one approaching from the left, but not the imminent threat from the right. And if you say no they have ways of making you say yes. We were greeted with, “Give me money” by street urchins, “Give me 20 rupees,” by a man in a ‘locker room’ looking after our camera equipment, and graceful, exquisite and amused smiles by some of the most magnificently beautiful women in the world. Ladies with coconut oil in their hair, eyes the colour of artisan’s gold, and spirituality in their hearts. And everywhere we went we were greeted with the Añjali Mudrā gesture and the word Namaste, indicating 'I bow to the divine in you.

She had short, thick forearms, fingers like cocktail sausages, and a broad fleshy nose with flared nostrils. Deep folds of skin connected her nose to either side of her chin, and separated that section of her face from the rest of it, like a snout. Her head was too large for her body. She looked like a bottled fetus that had escaped from its jar of formaldehyde in a Biology lab an unshriveled and thickened with age. She kept damp cash in her bodice, which she tied tightly around her chest to flatten her unchristian breasts, Her kunukku earrings were thick and gold. Her earlobes had been distended into weighted loops that swung around her neck, her earrings sitting in them like gleeful children in a merry-go-(not all the way)-round. Her right lobe had split open once and was sewn together by Dr. Verghese Verghese. Kochu Maria couldn't stop wearing her kunukku because if she did, how would people know that despite her lowly cook's job (seventy-five rupees a month) she was a Syrian Christian, Mar Thomite? Not a Pelaya, or a Pulaya, or a Paravan. But a Touchable, upper-caste Christian (into whom Christianity had seeped like tea from a teabag). Split lobes stitched back were a better option by far. Kochu Maria hadn't yet made her acquaintance with the television addict waiting inside her. The Hulk Hogan addict. She hadn't yet seen a television set...

I have left a few paltry rupees, a few petty pleasures, for a cosmic empire of endless bliss. How then have I denied myself anything? I know the joy of sharing the treasure. Is that a sacrifice? The shortsighted worldly folk are verily the real renunciates! They relinquish an unparalleled divine possession for a poor handful of earthly toys!

SOMETIMES WHAT WE WANT BUT CANT GET IT, EVEN WE DO NOT TRY TO GET IT. AT LAST WE SATISFIED JUST FAILURE.

How many sepoys were brought by the Musalmans? How many Englishmen are there? Where, except in India, can be had millions of men who will cut the throats of their own fathers and brothers for six rupees? Sixty millions of Musalmans in seven hundred years of Mohammedan rule, and two millions of Christians in one hundred years of Christian rule - what makes it so?

He is the devotee who is jealous of none, who is a fount of mercy, who is without egotism, who is selfless, who treats alike cold and heat, happiness and misery, who is ever forgiving, who is always contented, whose resolutions are firm, who has dedicated mind and soul to God, who causes no dread, who is not afraid of others, who is free from exultation, sorrow and fear, who is pure, who is versed in action and yet remains unaffected by it, who renounces all fruit, good or bad, who treats friend and foe alike, who is untouched by respect or disrespect, who is not puffed up by praise, who does not go under when people speak ill of him, who loves silence and solitude, who has a disciplined reason. Such devotion is inconsistent with the existence at the same time of strong attachments. 18. We thus see that to be a real devotee is to realize oneself. Self-realization is not something apart. One rupee can purchase for us poison or nectar, but knowledge or devotion cannot buy us salvation or bondage. These are not media of exchange. They are themselves the thing we want. In other words, if the means and the end are not identical, they are almost so. The extreme of means is salvation. Salvation of the Gita is perfect peace.

Di colpo egli capì ciò che dicevano, capì il significato del mondo visibile allorché esso ci fa restare stupefatti e diciamo "che bello" e qualcosa di grande entra nell'animo nostro. Tutta la vita era vissuto senza sospettarne la causa. Tante volte era rimasto in ammirazione dinanzi a un paesaggio, a un monumento, a una piazza, a uno scorcio di strada, a un giardino, a un interno di chiesa, a una rupe, a un viottolo, a un deserto. Solo adesso, finalmente, si rendeva conto del segreto. Un segreto molto semplice: l'amore. Tutto ciò che ci affascina nel mondo inanimato, i boschi, le pianure, i fiumi, le montagne, i mari, le valli, le steppe, di più, di più, le città, i palazzi, le pietre, di più, il cielo, i tramonti, le tempeste, di più, la neve, di più, la notte, le stelle, il vento, tutte queste cose, di per sé vuote e indifferenti, si caricano di significato umano perché, senza che noi lo sospettiamo, contengono un presentimento d'amore.

In fiecare clipă o trecere este pe vecie acea trecere. Semnificativ este faptul că există, şi existând (cum atât de clar se poate vedea când eşti îndrăgostit) este sinonim cu a Fi scris cu cel mai mare F posibil. De ce iubeşti femeia de care eşti îndrăgostit? Deoarece ea este. Şi aceasta-i la urma urmelor, propria definiţie a lui Dumnezeu despre sine: sunt cel ce sunt. Fata este cea care este. Ceva din acest «este» se revarsă şi impregnează întregul univers. Obiectele şi evenimentele încetează de a mai fi simple reprezentante ale unor categorii şi-şi dobândesc unicitatea; încetează de a mai fi ilustraţii ale abstracţiunilor verbale şi devin pe deplin concrete. Încetezi să mai fii îndrăgostit şi universul recade, cu un aproape perceptibil scârţâit de zeflemisire, în obişnuita-i nesemnificaţie. Ar putea rămâne vreodată transfigurat? Poate că da. Poate e o chestiune legată de iubirea pentru divinitate. Dar aceea nu este nici aici, nici acolo. Sau mai degrabă este unicul lucru care e fie aici, fie acolo, oriunde; dar dacă am spune asta toţi prietenii respectabili s-ar rupe de noi, ba poate am sfârşi într-un ospiciu.

Mahatma Gandhi’s reading of the Vedas caused him to envision independent India as a collection of self-sufficient agrarian communities, each spinning its own khadi cloths, exporting little and importing even less. The most famous photograph of him shows him spinning cotton with his own hands, and he made the humble spinning wheel the symbol of the Indian nationalist movement.1 Yet this Arcadian vision was simply incompatible with the realities of modern economics, and hence not much has remained of it save for Gandhi’s radiant image on billions of rupee notes.

Excelența voastră, doamnă despărțire, Uite, stăm alături clipe în neștire. O scrisoare aparte, stai, n-o rupe așa! N-am noroc în moarte. În iubire - da! Excelența voastră, doamnă-nstrăinare, Doar un strop, iubirea, arsă-mbrățișare. Printre mreje sparte, stai și nu chema. N-am noroc în moarte. În iubire - da! Excelența voastră, doamnă reușită, Bună pentru unii, de ceilalți hulită. Zece grame soartă, stai și n-o chema. N-am noroc în moarte. În iubire - da! Excelența voastră, doamnă biruință, Gândul pân-la capăt nu e cu putință Pe multe șoapte de sâni ce-ar jura: "N-am noroc în moarte. În iubire - da!

In life we never know when a rainy day will come and you might fall short of money. In order to be prepared for such a situation, you should always save some money from your salary, and if you are not earning, then from your husband’s salary. If your salary is one thousand rupees take fifty or hundred rupees and keep it separately. This money should not be used for buying ornaments or silk saris. When you are young, you want to spend money and buy many things but remember, when you are in difficulty only few things will come to your help. Your courage, your ability to adjust to new situations and the money which you have saved. Nobody will come and help you.

We warily sipped ‘fresh’ buffalo milk in a Krishna temple. We travelled into the Himalayas until, at a height of two kilometres above sea level where we found ourselves surrounded by men as hard and tough as the mountains that bred them. We negotiated a price of 100 rupees for one of these men to carry our two heaviest bags the 15-minute walk to the hotel with nothing more than rope and a forehead strap. I paid him 300 rupees and his face lit up! We watched the morning mist clear to reveal views of the green Doon Valley and the distant white-capped Himalayan peaks. We rode an elephant up to the Amber Fort of Jaipur, and the next day we painted, washed and fed unpeeled bananas to another elephant, marvelling at her gentle nature as we placed the bananas on her huge bubble-gum coloured tongue.

In the old days, farmers would keep a little of their home-made opium for their families, to be used during illnesses, or at harvests and weddings; the rest they would sell to the local nobility, or to pykari merchants from Patna. Back then, a few clumps of poppy were enough to provide for a household's needs, leaving a little over, to be sold: no one was inclined to plant more because of all the work it took to grow poppies - fifteen ploughings of the land and every remaining clod to be built; purchases of manure and constant watering; and after all that, the frenzy of the harvest, each bulb having to be individually nicked, drained and scrapped. Such punishment was bearable when you had a patch or two of poppies - but what sane person would want to multiply these labours when there were better, more useful crops to grow, like wheat, dal, vegetables? But those toothsome winter crops were steadily shrinking in acreage: now the factory's appetite for opium seemed never to be seated. Come the cold weather, the English sahibs would allow little else to be planted; their agents would go from home to home, forcing cash advances on the farmers, making them sign /asámi/ contracts. It was impossible to say no to them: if you refused they would leave their silver hidden in your house, or throw it through a window. It was no use telling the white magistrate that you hadn't accepted the money and your thumbprint was forged: he earned commissions on the oppium adn would never let you off. And, at the end of it, your earnings would come to no more than three-and-a-half sicca rupees, just about enough to pay off your advance.

Oamenii cred că un suflet pereche este potrivesc perfect, și asta e ceea ce vrea toată lumea. Dar un adevărat suflet pereche este o oglinda, persoana care vă arată tot ceea ce va retine, persoana care te aduce la propriul atenție astfel încât să puteți schimba viata ta. Un adevărat suflet pereche este, probabil, cea mai importanta persoana pe care o vei întâlni vreodată, deoarece acestea dărâma zidurile tale și te pocnesc treaz. Dar pentru a trăi cu un suflet pereche pentru totdeauna? Nah. Prea dureros. Suflete pereche, ei vin în viața ta doar pentru a descoperi un alt strat de tine la tine, și apoi pleca. Un scop suflete pereche este de a vă scuture, despartă ego-ul un pic, arata ce obstacole si dependente, rupe inima deschisă atât de ușor nou poate obține în, te face atât de disperată și de control pe care va trebui să transforme dvs. viață, atunci vă prezint maestrul spiritual ...

We entered the Taj Mahal, the most romantic place on the planet, and possibly the most beautiful building on earth. We ate curry with our driver in a Delhi street café late at night and had the best chicken tikka I’ve ever tasted in an Agra restaurant. After the madness of Delhi, we were astonished that Agra could be even more mental. And we loved it. We marvelled at the architecture of the Red Fort, where Shah Jahan spent the last three years of his life, imprisoned and staring across at the Taj Mahal, the tomb of his favourite wife. We spent two days in a village constructed specifically for tiger safaris, although I didn’t see a tiger, my wife and son were more fortunate. We noticed in Mussoorie, 230 miles from the Tibetan border, evidence of Tibetan features in the faces of the Indians, and we paid just 770 rupees for the three of us to eat heartily in a Tibetan restaurant. Walking along the road accompanied by a cow became as common place as seeing a whole family of four without crash helmets on a motorcycle, a car going around a roundabout the wrong way, and cars approaching towards us on the wrong side of a duel carriageway. India has no traffic rules it seems.

Tante volte era rimasto in ammirazione di fronte a un paesaggio, a un monumento, a una piazza, a uno scorcio di strada, a un giardino, a un interno di chiesa, a una rupe, a un viottolo, a un deserto. Solo adesso, finalmente, si rendeva conto del segreto. Un segreto molto semplice: l'amore. Tutto ciò che ci affascina nel mondo inanimato, i boschi, le pianure, i fiumi, le montagne, i mari, le valli, le steppe, di più, di più, le città, i palazzi, le pietre, di più, il cielo, i tramonti, le tempeste, di più, la neve, di più, la notte, le stelle, il vento, tutte queste cose, di per sé vuote e indifferenti, si caricano di significato umano perché, senza che noi lo sospettiamo, contengono un presentimento d'amore. Quanto era stato stupido a non essersene mai accorto finora. Che interesse avrebbe una scogliera, una foresta, un rudere se non vi fosse implicata una attesa? E attesa di che se non di lei, della creatura che ci potrebbe fare felici? Che senso avrebbe la valle romantica tutta rupi e scorci misteriosi se il pensiero non potesse condurci lei in una passeggiata del tramonto tra flebili richiami di uccelli? Che senso la muraglia degli antichi faraoni se nell'ombra dello speco non potessimo fantasticare di un incontro? E l'angolo del borgo fiammingo che ci potrebbe importare o il caffè del 'boulevard' o il 'suk' di Damasco se non si potesse supporre che anche lei un giorno vi passerà, impigliandovi un lembo di vita? E l'erma cappelletta al bivio col suo lumino, perché avrebbe tanto patos se non vi fosse nascosta un'allusione? E a che cosa allusione se non a lei, alla creatura che ci potrebbe fare felici? [...] Le torri antiche, le nuvole, le cateratte, le enigmatiche tombe, il singhiozzo della risacca sullo scoglio, il piegarsi dei rami alla tempesta, la solitudine dei greti nel pomeriggio, tutto è un'indicazione precisa a lei, la donna nostra che ci incenerirà. Ogni cosa del mondo congiurando con le altre cose del mondo in complotto sapientissimo per promuovere la perpetuazione della specie. Era una intuizione così bella e geniale che in altre circostanze egli ne avrebbe avuto soddisfazione. Ma, proprio per la sua esattezza, oggi a lui procurava solamente dolore. L'espressione degli alberi fuggenti corrispondeva infatti alla condizione del suo amore; il quale era stolto e disperato. Egli correva in direzione di lei benché sapesse che laggiù lo aspettavano soltanto nuovi affanni, umiliazioni e lacrime. Ma lui correva a perdifiato ugualmente, il piede premuto con tutta la forza sul pedale, per la paura di perdere un minuto.

India is triply disadvantaged. As in many other societies, we suffer from the “head versus hand” hierarchy, which ascribes higher status to purely mental work over work that requires physical labour. In India, that hierarchy is also encoded in caste, with mental labour assigned to dominant castes and physical labour assigned to oppressed ones. A widely held Western idea of art is to restrict anything utilitarian to the realm of craft, says Sainath. ‘A product of craft is something which has constant and wide replication, a specific use, plus a restricted number of patterns. The main differentiation made by many is to look at art as creative, and craft—even when highly skilled—as mechanical and unthinking.

Am ranit si am fost ranit, Apoi am vrut sa invat si am invatat ca asta nu se termina niciodata daca vrei sa fii om." "...ce-i care-si ascund adevarata natura risca sa uite de ea si sfarsesc prin a fi altcineva." " - Ti-e dor de trecut? - Da. - De ce? - Trecutul e sigur. Acolo nu mi se mai poate intampla nimic. - Eu iubesc prezentul. - De ce? - E imprevizibil. - Vezi? Suntem diferiti... Ce iubesti la mine? - Tot ce nu pot fi eu..." " - Pai si...iertati-ma.. din ce traiti? - Am copii, - Ah.. Misto. Pai si cu ce v-ati ocupat? Ce meserie aveati? - M-am ocupat cu fericirea." "Mama ta este aici si acolo. Mama ta este viata si inainte de viata." "Copiii sunt mai aproape de Dumnezeu, pentru ca ei nu se indoiesc. Indoiala vine cu varsta. ...Oare unde ne pierdem harul? Unde se rupe firul care, odata intrerupt naste indoiala? Sunt multe raspunsuri, stiu. Prea multe corecte, niciunul adevarat." "Nu alergati dupa bani cu orice pret. Banii trebuie sa va fie doar mijloc, nu scop. Scopul vostru trebuie sa fie cunoasterea. Cu cat veti sti mai multe, cu atat veti fi mai inalti. Orice carte citita, orice lectie invatata se va aseza sub voi si va va ridica deasupra celorlalti. Veti domina cu mintea. Nu e nimic mai frumos decat asta." "Poate ca iubirea e atunci cand, dupa ce ai stins lumina la baie si ti-ai vazut ochii obositi in oglinda, alti ochi ii privesc pe ai tai de undeva din intunericul apropiat. Si esti impacat cu asta si nu mai tanjesti dupa nimic altceva." "Intelegerea nevoilor reale ale persoanei iubite, asta este pariul unei relatii. Sa mergi adanc in sufletul celui langa care traiesti si sa nu transformi o relatie intr-o mecanica a sabloanelor..." "Iubirea incepe cu intrebari simple pe care le rostim si sfarseste cu intrebari la fel de simple pe care nu le punem niciodata." " - Da' de ce nu-si spun nimic? Stau asa lipiti si-si amesteca mainile... - Sunt la inceput, astia doi. Abia s-au cunoscut. N-au curaj sa-si spuna lucruri si lasa mainile sa vorbeasca pentru ei." "Cel mai frumos lucru al dumnezeirii este ca Dumnezeu se afla si in sufletele celor care il contesta, fara ca acestia sa i se poata opune." "Ati vazut filmele alea in care oamenii, ca sa se razbune, mai trag niste gloante in cadavrul dusmanului lor, desi stiu ca acesta e mort? Ei bine, oricate gloante ai descarca in cadavrul unei iubiri pierdute, n-o sa-ti potolesti setea..." "Esti singur in vartejul suferintei tale si daca vrei sa iesi trebuie sa tragi aer in piept si sa te scufunzi pana se sfarseste. Mai degraba iubeste-o pana cand iubirea ti se face apa si se scurge prin toti porii. Iubeste-o in absenta. Va fi ca si cum te-ai arunca de nebun intr-un zid. De sute, de mii de ori. Neclintit, zidul iti va rupe oasele, pielea ti-o vei zdreli, iti vei sfasia hainele pana cand te vei fi prelins in praful de la poalele lui. Un somn lung te va cuprinde, apoi te vei trezi ca dupa un cosmar pe care vei incerca sa-l rememorezi. Soarele diminetii nu-ti va da timp si vei uita. Cu fiecare zi care va trece, vei mai fi uitat putin cate putin... Vindeca-te singur. E tot ce poti face pentru tine.

He was lonely. I could see that. He was working his butt off-and mine, too-in the hope that a million rupees might sort out his sex life. I prayed to Buddha he would be successful. If he didn't get some action soon, I doubted I would, either.

Damoder climbed slowly to his feet. 'Buy lot!' he wheedled, 'I am poor man. I sell you cheap. I am bank-Rupert! Apparently the only things that could save him from bank-rupertcy were our dollars.

STANICA U PUSTINJI Tako malo Grka u Lenjingradu je sada, da smo porušili grčku crkvu kako bismo na praznom mestu sazidali koncertnu salu. U takvoj arhitekturi ima nečeg beznadežnog. Uostalom, koncertna dvorana sa hiljadu i više mesta nije baš tako beznadežna: to je hram, i to hram umetnosti. Ko je kriv što vokalna umetnost okuplja više ljudi no što mogu znamenja vere? Šteta je jedino što sada nećemo izdaleka videti uobičajenu kupolu, već rugobno ravnu crtu. Al što se rugobe proporcija tiče, čovek ne zavisi od njih, već češće od proporcija rugobnosti. Odlično se sećam kako su je rušili. Bilo je proleće, a ja sam išao u goste jednoj tatarskoj porodici koja je stanovala u blizini – kroz prozor pogledavši, grčku sam crkvu video. Sve je počelo od tatarskih razgovora, a posle su se upleli zvuci, koji su se prvo stapali s govorom, a zatim ga ubrzo zaglušili. U crkvenu baštu ušao je buldožer sa tegom za vrh obešenim i zidovi su počeli brzo da se predaju. Smešno bi bilo ne predati se kad si zid a pred tobom stoji rušilac. Osim toga, buldožer ju je mogao smatrati neživim predmetom i, u izvesnom smislu, sebi sličnim. A u neživom svetu nije uobičajeno vraćanje udaraca. Onda su doterali kamione, i dizalice. Zatim sam kasno uveče sedeo na ruševinama apside, u rupama oltara zjapila je noć. Tako sam kroz te rupe na oltaru gledao zahuktale tramvaje i niz mutnjikavih fenjera. I tako sam kroz prizmu crkve video ono što se u crkvi uopšte ne može sresti. Jednom će, kad nas nestane, tačnije – posle nas, na našem mestu naći isto tako nešto na šta će se užasnuti svako ko nas je znao. Al neće biti mnogo onih koji su nas znali. Tako, po navici, psi dižu šapu na starom mestu; ograda je davno srušena, al njima se, verovatno, ona u snu pričinja. Njihovi snovi javu potiru. Il zemlja možda miris onaj čuva. Šta li će im kuća nakazna! Za njih je tu baštica, lepo vam kažem – baštica. A ono što je očigledno za ljude, potpuno je svejedno psima. To se zove „pseća vernost“, i ako se već dogodilo da govorim ozbiljno o štafeti pokolenja, onda verujem samo u tu štafetu; tačnije, u one koji osećaju miris. Tako je malo Grka sada u Lenjingradu, i, uopšte, nema ih mnogo van Grčke. Ili ih je, barem, premalo da bi se sačuvala zdanja vere. Od njih niko ne traži da veruju da mi gradimo. Jedna je, verovatno, stvar krstiti naciju, dok je nositi krst već sasvim nešto drugo. Oni su imali samo jednu dužnost. Nisu umeli da je izvrše. „Ti, sejaču, ralo svoje čuvaj, a vreme za klasanje mi ćemo odraditi.“ Oni svoje ralo nisu sačuvali. Noćas gledam kroz prozor i mislim o tome gde smo došli. I od čega smo dalje: od pravoslavlja ili od helenizma? Šta nam je blisko? I šta je pred nama? Ne očekuje li nas druga sad era? I ako je tako, šta nam je zajednička dužnost? I šta treba da joj prinesemo na žrtvu?

We have been controlling the price of agricultural commodities, so that a larger number of people get cheaper grains. This has affected the farmers badly. The erstwhile finance minister Arun Jaitley said that the number of people involved in farming has to reduce like in other countries. They cite the USA as an example—only 2 per cent of the people are involved in farming, why should 50 per cent of the people do it here? But our country is different. Farming alone is going to get you food. Tomorrow, if there is an even bigger crisis and we become dependent—that is what WTO [World Trade Organisation] wants—the solution is to import, as it’s cheaper. But the moment you become an importer, the prices will keep changing and there will be another crisis.

P. Sainath says, 'What we need to do is not just destroy the caste hierarchy but simultaneously create respect for the work and labour that people do, for what they produce. I have always maintained that untouchability is not just a social evil. It’s more than that. It’s an extremely cruel, vicious but sophisticated form of exploitation by which we keep a large labour force permanently demoralised, humiliated and dependent. So we need to destroy the feudal relations of production completely; we need to accept that if a son or daughter of a potter, weaver or leather worker do not want to be in that field, it’s a perfectly legitimate need of theirs and they cannot under any circumstance be compelled. You need to break down the caste hierarchy and when you bring respect and economic returns for that skill, who knows—many other children in the village might want to do it. Look at the way we’ve destroyed weaving. Several weavers, who for countless years made the famous Kanjeevaram saree, are driving autorickshaws in Kanchi and Chennai, and this is called reskilling. These individuals hold within them cumulatively thousands of years of skill, knowledge and experience. We simply do not respect labour, we don’t give dignity to those who do this beautiful work. However, there are also professions and occupations that you want to see dead. I don’t want to see anybody take up or inherit manual scavenging. It is the greatest assault on human dignity that you can think of in a structured way. And it is perpetrated because we are somehow very comfortable with the idea of using the children of our poor to do the dirty work for us. So there are professions that have to be completely destroyed. And there are professions, occupations and livelihoods that have to be preserved. But not as they were in their old context but recreated in a new one.

Stuhlreiter, Đurđica, Sonata, Zagreb, 2019 . Str. 206.-207. Sunčana nesvjesno položi ruke na trbuh. Stane smirivati nevidljivi dio sebe koji nema pojma što mu se sprema. I šaputati mu počne, tiho da je nitko ne čuje. Bit će ti bolje kad te ne bude, vidjet ćeš. Jebeno je sve ovo kamo te misle baciti i, ako se može, bolje je zaobići te gnojne rane, prelaske ulica, i duboku vodu. Sve su to gadne stvari i boriti se s njima čisti je gubitak vremena. A tek duša, koja je to jebena gnjavaža! Ne daj ti, Bože, da imaš dušu, bit ćeš promašen slučaj i gubitnik za sva vremena. Kad bi se rodilo bez duše, bilo bi bolje, ali kako to izvesti? Da ih možda pitam mogu li ti očistiti samo dušu? Izrezati je i baciti, pokloniti nekome tko bi se baš volio mučiti, a ti da možeš lijepo hodati svijetom bezbrižan i bezdušan. Gaziš sve na što naiđeš i jebe ti se živo za jadnike što cmizdre ili spominju nekakvu pravdu. A tek glazba! To ti je nešto najstrašnije što možeš zamisliti. Istina, ne znam za gitaru, violinu i slična sranja, ali klavir... Ne, bolje ti je da ne znaš, pahuljice moja! Vrati se lijepo tamo odakle si došla, jer ovo nije mjesto za tebe. Nije ni za mene, ali što ću kad me stara nije na vrijeme počistila. Znam sigurno, rastopila bi se na suncu, uvenula bi kao prozirna latica. Možda bi te napali i crvi, gusjenice bi se hranile tobom, plazili bi po tebi žohari, a ja ne bih mogla ništa. Ne bih te mogla obraniti, mrvice, jer se ni sama ne mogu sakriti od kiše i sunca, a kamoli od tuče ili gromova. Bježim pred njima, povlačim se u crne rupe, a tebe ne bih mogla povesti sa sobom. Ostavila bih te, jer sam sebična kuja i mislim samo na sebe.

In Gujarat if you travel by autorickshaw the fair is ten rupees per kilometre, but friends, we have achieved Mission Mars at seven rupees per kilometre. That is less than the budget of a Hollywood film. And we have achieved this in our first attempt.’ This

You crossed over? You were trained in Pakistan?’ Naga asked Aijaz once he was sure Ashfaq Mir was out of earshot. ‘No. I was trained here. In Kashmir. We have everything here now. Training, weapons . . . We buy our ammunition from the army. It’s twenty rupees for a bullet, nine hundred for –’ ‘From the army?’ ‘Yes. They don’t want the militancy to end. They don’t want to leave Kashmir. They are very happy with the situation as it is. Everybody on all sides is making money on the bodies of young Kashmiris. So many of the grenade blasts and massacres are done by them.

Faptele grave se petrec în afara timpului, fie din pricină că trecutul imediat parcă se rupe de viitor, fie din pricină că părțile alcătuitoare nu par să se înlănțuiască firesc.

Tako je najlakše uspijevao da zakrpi rupe i učini svoj život manje tragičnim. Kao saučesnk u krađi nekoliko trenutaka razbibrige od života. Koliko prijatelj toliko i neprijatelj, alkohol je bio štit koji je osjećanja držao na odstojanju, oklop koji ga je štitio od nemira, najbolja pilula za spavanje. Prisjeti se Hemingvejeve rečenice "Inteligentan čovjek ponekad je prisiljen da se nalije kako bi mogao provoditi vrijeme sa svojim prijateljima". Eto tako. Alkohol, u osnovi, nije rješavao nijedan problem, ali je uz njega lakše podnosio sveprisutno mediokritetstvo koje je, prema njegovom mišljenju, najgora zaraza čovječanstva

Kad smo Allahu nepokorni, nema milosti koja nas na neprikosnovenim krilima uzdiže ka nebesima. Ostaju samo beskonačne rupe tjeskobe i tuge koje nas gutaju u najdublje ponore dunjaluka...

THEY ARE NOT NEWS In the south of India, at the Nallamada hospital, a failed suicide revives. Around his bed, smiles from the ones who brought him back to life. The survivor eyes them and says: “What are you expecting, a thank-you? I owed a hundred thousand rupees. Now I’m also going to owe for four days in the hospital. Some favor you imbeciles did me.” We hear a lot about suicide bombers. The media blather on about them every day. But we hear nothing about suicide farmers. According to official figures, India’s farmers have been killing themselves steadily, at a rate of a thousand a month since the end of the twentieth century. Many suicide farmers die from drinking the pesticides for which they cannot pay. The market drives them into debt, then unpayable debt drives them into the grave. They spend more and more, earn less and less. They buy at penthouse prices and sell at bargain-basement markdowns. They are held hostage by the foreign chemical industry, by imported seeds, by genetically modified crops. Once upon a time, India worked to eat. Now India works to be eaten.

In the dangerous kingdom of silence is our raft floating hundreds of corpses are visible on the shoreline burned in sunlight for long they are deformed those whose life had vibrated till now in happiness and grief electric current whose life once while vibrating from desire to desire those lives had flown In this dangerous kingdom of silence is our raft floating burning sun overhead on right is golden colour in the river green carpet on sandy strip peeps a naked man is seated on that strip all alone seeing the raft he jumps in water waves his hand while being washed away by tide as is wants to say something know one knows where he drowns in the heavy current with half ton biscuit and a few saris this small raft floats downstream Dark hall-room lavender fragrance touches nose many men are running this way trampling corpses of relatives jumps over for a fistful of food fights for it with each other dies hundreds of incorporeal species in electric light though goods for charity are not sufficient terrible dearth of vehicles and in order to reach the distressed area the administration never finds a way out in the absence of diggers between one to one & half thousand were buried in one pit Sir payment was Rupees two per day news further says that four persons in Bhootnath's house died when the house fell over them when they were sleeping though his state of affairs was more or less same happiness was not meagre in that tiny house today beneath open sky small time truck driver Bhoothnath stoops with his head between his knees the Sub Divisional Officer said. Twenty rupees more could not be given today from poverty alleviating fund because the person who has the keys to the cupboard has not come.

A father before he died said to his son: “this is a watch your grandfather gave and this is more than 200 years old, but before I give it to you go to the watch shop on the first street, and tell him I want to sell it, and see how much it is”. He went and then came back to his father, and said, "the watchmaker paid ₹200 because it's old”. He said to him : “go to the coffee shop”. He went and then came back, and said: “He paid ₹250 father”. “Go to the museum and show that watch”. — He went then came back, and said to his father “They offered me a billion rupees for this piece”. The father said: “I wanted to let you know that the right place values your value in a way right, don't put yourself in the wrong place and get angry if you don't. Who knows your value is who appreciates you, don't stay in a place that doesn't suit you". Know your worth!

An apple a day is nearly a thousand rupees a month. Seeing a doctor is often cheaper.

In the distance, smoke plumes from brick kilns where men, women and children will spend their entire lives on their knees under the sun cooling, patting, stacking, packing red bricks that are sent across the country. They will never leave that burning land, always thousands of rupees short of freeing themselves from their debts to the kiln’s owner

If any of the big fish still want to file a defamation suit against me, I have a small request to make: please do not slap a lawsuit of Rs. 100 crore on me. By all means file a suit, but let it be in the range of sawa rupaya - one and a quarter rupee - after all, an offering of sawa rupaya is enough to please our gods.

Jagjit Singh Bawa, a Sikh property dealer, said that Bhindranwale used to extort money by threats from his own community too. Bawa once received a letter demanding 20,000 rupees. He

M-aș rupe în bucăți dacă ai pleca de lângă mine.

Neofašizam, big deal, moš si mislit, danas ga svi imaju za izvoz: Srbi, Poljaci, Mađari, Grci... Tko će zapuniti sve te rupe iz kojih zijeva glupost?! Čak i ako odlučiš pobjeći iz jedne sredine, glupost će te očekati u drugoj, baš kao smrt u onoj basni "Smrt čeka u Samari". Ako se već ne može prilagoditi, čovjek se treba pritajiti. Fašizam je dio našeg domaćeg folklora. Danas je fora biti ustaša.

Inflation and Investment We the Indians are becoming stronger. Not long time back we required at least two strong young men to carry groceries worth Rs 200. But times change. Now a five year old boy can effortlessly carry items worth same two hundred rupees.

While George fell asleep in the back of the bus, I examined his outfit, noting that my strange American friend had now got his ‘world traveller’ apparel down to a fine art. His compact munchkin figure wore a short-cropped jeans jacket from Nepal over a ratty pink T-shirt he’d picked up in Bangkok which was decorated with the simple message, ‘Fuck You.’ Beneath a pair of worn out, fashionably torn Levis from Dharamsala poked a brace of dusty hiking boots obtained second-hand from a hill porter in Manali. All this was topped by an expandable Afghani hat, into which he tucked his long, matted dreadlocks. As for his bespectacled features, these were rendered quite dwarfish by a wispy little beard, cut short at the cheeks and running wild below the chin. A glittering array of chunky ethnic rings adorned each finger. He actually had an extra one—fortunately out of sight—which had been inserted into his penis during his last foray into Paharganj. Around his neck hung a final touch: a valuable Zzi-bead necklace purchased from a Tibetan family in Ladakh for the considerable sum of 1600 dollars. Nobody looking at him would have guessed that this was the foremost wholesaler of hippy goods into America.

P. C. Bhattacharya was the first non-ICS man to be appointed to the job and he had a soft ride. But in what would cause a major uproar today in Parliament and in the media, when the rupee was devalued by a huge 36 per cent in 1966, he was merely informed. The decision had been taken by Indira Gandhi in March that year when she visited the United States and met the representatives of the World Bank and IMF. But she kept it to herself till June. Even the finance minister didn’t know, let alone the poor RBI governor.

Either you create million excuses or you create million rupees. But you cannot create both.

No jury, we knew, could convict a man on the criminal count on native evidence in a land where you can buy a murder-charge, including the corpse, all complete for fifty-four rupees

Oprosti i halali, kome možeš i koliko možeš, jer veliki ljudi se ne svete radi sebe i svog hatora, ali isto tako nemoj dopustiti da budeš ujeden dva puta iz iste rupe. Udalji se od ljudi koji mogu biti sebebom da pogriješiš prema Allahu.

Poor the man who has earned millions and millions of rupees but has never tasted the meaning of true love.

Those were the days of simple living. You don’t see two-rupee notes any more. You don’t see walking sticks either. Hardly anyone walks.

Fun things happen when you earn dollars, live on pesos, and compensate in rupees, but that’s just the beginning.

40. From Those To Whom Much Is Given, Much Is Expected When I left school, I worked for six months running a series of self-defence classes around London to earn some money so I could go backpacking. Finally, I saved enough to travel to India, where I had always wanted to go and see the mighty Himalayas with my own eyes. I knew it would take my breath away. But it was the other things I witnessed in India that really blew my mind. In the back streets of Calcutta I saw sights that just should not happen: legless, blind, ragged bodies, lying in filth-strewn gutters, holding out their blistered arms to beg for a few rupees. I felt overwhelmed, inadequate and powerless - all at once. I sought out the mission run by Mother Teresa and saw there how simple things - cleanliness, calm, care and love - made a difference to those in need. These are not costly things to give, and the lesson I learnt was simple: that we all have it within our power to offer something to change a life, even if our pockets are empty. We’ve come to think of charity as being about big telethons or rock stars setting up foundations, but at its heart, charity is about small acts of kindness. No matter the circumstances in which you were brought up, no matter what your job or how much you earn, we all have the capacity to give something - whether it’s time, love or a listening ear to someone in need. And the thing to remember is this: don’t wait until you have more time, money or energy. Mother Teresa said: ‘Never worry about numbers. Help one person at a time and always start with the person nearest you.’ It is a great lesson, and the more we try to do this with whatever little we have, the more real success will gravitate toward us. People will love you back, your own sense of purpose and achievement will grow, and your life will have influence beyond the material. That is a great way to be known and to live your life. For the record: I am definitely still a work in progress on this one, but we all benefit from trying to aspire to this more. So look around you for those in need - you won’t have to look far - and your own life will grow in meaning. Success is not success unless you live this one.

The widest definition of “wealthy” is in India, where a 1% wealth tax kicks in for anybody whose net worth is more than 3 million rupees, which comes to about $45,000. (In India, that still means a small percentage of the population.)

Tante volte era rimasto in ammirazione dinanzi a un paesaggio, a un monumento, a una piazza, a uno scorcio di strada, a un giardino, a un interno di chiesa, a una rupe, a un viottolo, a un deserto. Solo adesso, finalmente, si rendeva conto del segreto. Un segreto molto semplice: l'amore. Tutto ciò che ci affascina nel mondo inanimato, i boschi, le pianure, i fiumi, le montagne, i mari, le valli, le steppe, di più, di più, le città, i palazzi, le pietre, di più, il cielo, i tramonti, le tempeste, di più, la neve, di più, la notte, le stelle, il vento, tutte queste cose, di per sé vuote e indifferenti, si caricano di significato umano perché, senza che noi lo sospettiamo, contengono un presentimento d'amore. Quanto era stato stupido a non essersene mai accorto finora. Che interesse avrebbe una scogliera, una foresta, un rudere se non vi fosse implicata una attesa? E attesa di che se non di lei, della creatura che ci potrebbe fare felici? Che senso avrebbe la valle romantica tutta rupi e scorci misteriosi se il pensiero non potesse condurci lei in una passeggiata del tramonto tra flebili richiami di uccelli? Che senso la muraglie degli antichi faraoni se nell'ombra dello speco non potessimo fantasticare di un incontro? E l'angolo del borgo fiammingo che ci potrebbe importare o il caffè del 'boulevard' o il 'suk' di Damasco se non si potesse supporre che anche lei un giorno vi passerà, impigliandovi un lembo di vita? E l'erma cappelletta al bivio col suo lumino perché avrebbe tanto patos se non vi fosse nascosta un'allusione? E a che cosa allusione se non a lei, alla creatura che ci potrebbe fare felici?

Death by hanging – how horrible! And as if killing me wasn’t enough, they’d also said I had to pay a fine of 300,000 rupees! I’ve never had that much money and never will. Why are they doing this to me? Am I supposed to pay to have myself killed?

În felul acesta am învățat că nici lupta nu o poți duce decât cu voioșie, eu cel puțin numai așa pot să lupt, chiar dacă voioșia n-ar fi decât un haz de necaz, o autoironie care ricoșează, iar fața n-ar exprima altă mulțumire decât aceea pe care o are un copil când, strâmbându-se și scâncind, dar neputând rezista ispitei, își rupe totuși coaja de pe rană.

Goods and cash worth crores of rupees lie buried to my knowledge in the palace of my late father-in-law (Qamruddin) besides heaps of gold and silver stored inside the ceiling. Complete disagreement exists among the emperor, his wazirs and nobles. If you invade India this time, the Indian Empire with all its riches of crores will fall into your hands.

Priceless saris belonging to the royal ladies, all heavily embroidered with gold thread and encrusted with pearls, were sold for as little as twenty-five rupees!

The manipulation of currency, throughout a feature of the colonial enterprise, reached its worst during the Great Depression of 1929–30, when Indian farmers (like those in the North American prairies) grew their grain but discovered no one could afford to buy it. Agricultural prices collapsed, but British tax demands did not; and cruelly, the British decided to restrict India’s money supply, fearing that the devaluation of Indian currency would cause losses to the British from a corresponding decline in the sterling value of their assets in India. So Britain insisted that the Indian rupee stay fixed at 1 shilling sixpence, and obliged the Indian government to take notes and coins out of circulation to keep the exchange rate high. The total amount of cash in circulation in the Indian economy fell from some 5 billion rupees in 1929 to 4 billion in 1930 and as low as 3 billion in 1938. Indians starved but their currency stayed high, and the value of British assets in India was protected.

But less than a century and a half later, this Mughal empire was in a state of collapse after the spectacular sacking of Delhi by the Persian Nadir Shah in 1739 and the loot of all its treasures. The Mughal capital was pillaged and burned over eight long weeks; gold, silver, jewels and finery, worth over 500 million rupees, were seized, along with the entire contents of the imperial treasury and the emperor’s fabled Peacock Throne; elephants and horses were commandeered; and 50,000 corpses littered the streets. It is said that when Nadir Shah and his forces returned home, they had stolen so much from India that all taxes were eliminated in Persia for the next three years.

Srinagar is a medieval city dying in a modern war. It is empty streets, locked shops, angry soldiers and boys with stones. It is several thousand military bunkers, four golf courses, and three bookshops. It is wily politicians repeating their lies about war and peace to television cameras and small crowds gathered by the promise of an elusive job or a daily fee of a few hundred rupees. It is stopping at sidewalks and traffic lights when the convoys of rulers and their patrons in armoured cars, secured by machine guns, rumble on broken roads. It is staring back or looking away, resigned. Srinagar is never winning and never being defeated.

Ranji had a one-rupee coin. He'd had it since morning, and now it was afternoon - and that was far too long to keep a rupee. It was time he spend the money, or some of it, or most of it.

The East India Company ensured that both growing opium and selling it were to be British government monopolies. The facts were laid out in an 1838 account: Throughout all the territories within the Company’s jurisdiction, the cultivation of the poppy, the preparation of the drug, and the traffic in it, […] are under a strict monopoly…the growing of opium is compulsory on the part of the ryot. Advances are made by Government through its native servants, and if a ryot refuses the advance, ‘the simple plan of throwing the rupees into his house is adopted; should he attempt to abscond, the peons seize him, tie the advance up in his clothes, and push him into his house. The business being now settled, and there being no remedy, he applies himself, as he may, to the fulfilment of his contract…’14 The evils which the cultivation of opium entails upon our fellow-subjects in India, arise partly from the ryots in the opium districts of Patna and Benares being compelled to give up fixed portions of their lands for the production of the poppy.

simbolul de mamă, pe care orice individ şi-l reprezintă şi care îi serveşte ca reper în întreaga sa existenţă. Mama, afirmase el, este singura femeie căreia un bărbat normal îi acordă dreptul de a fi mai puternică decât el şi asta numai pentru o scurtă perioadă de timp, cât se simte el însuşi vulnerabil. Este o relaţie oportunistă. După ce îşi rupe, în sfârşit, cordonul ombilical, bărbatul are nevoie să-şi exprime propria supremaţie, chiar dacă pentru asta trebuie să accepte alături de el femei din ce în ce mai tinere.

The one who pursues a goal of evenmindedness is neither jubilant with gain nor depressed by loss. He knows that man arrives penniless in this world, and departs without a single rupee.

wore glittering bindis and Pushkar passports – threads around their wrists. Touts and fake priests often pounce on tourists new to the holy town, offering flowers and blessings in exchange for a few thousand rupees. In return, a sacred thread is tied around the wrist, representing a vaccination against further hassle. Pious passport-wearers preserved the thread for months after they had arrived home in Fulham, and wore it until it smelt, rotted and fell off in the shower. This was definitely the right way to the tourist bureau.

-Fă Anițo, făăăă... Hei! n-auzi, Anițoooo!... începu ea să strige cu un glas de pânză nouă și sclivisită, ce parcă s-ar rupe pârâind.

Adevărul bine ascuns - şi mai ales ceea ce Luce avea să creadă - îl îngrozea pe Daniel. Dar Luce trebuia să-l descopere fără nici un ajutor, era singura cale de a rupe acest cumplit cerc vicios. De aceea, experienţa ei la Shoreline avea să fie crucială. Vreme de optsprezece zile, Daniel putea să ucidă oricât de mulţi Proscrişi îi ieşeau în cale. Dar, când armistiţiul avea să se termine, totul va fi din nou în mâinile lui Luce. Şi numai în mâinile ei.

The problem is greatest at youth level. In 2007 one of the DDCA selectors was alleged to be demanding sex from mothers in return for picking their sons for his age-group side. On learning that this was a sure-fire route to getting his son picked for Delhi, one ambitious father was reported to have fixed up the selector with a 5,000-rupee-a-trick prostitute, masquerading as his wife. If this happened, commented Kadambari Murali of the Hindustan Times, it was ‘far less than what some parents have allegedly paid to get their sons to play for Delhi’.

Humra Quraishi is one person I would like to mention in particular. We shared a lot of Kashmir though neither of us is from there.

It is believed that a community, a society, a nation is as strong and healthy as the stories they tell themselves.

Business is Ideas only not Rupees or Dollars

at the seat. Instead of blowing his top, he picked me up in his arms and said, "You did it?" I nodded, "Yes I did it!" "But, look son." He tried to explain, "I can't go out with a bottomless pajama — I am a man". I whispered, "And so am I". He just stared, and embraced me. And from that day I got proper pajamas to wear. Dad was a great friend, a very understanding and loving person. Time flies fast — my father's leave was almost over, but the construction work still remained incomplete. He had to go back to Amritsar to resume his duties, and my mother badly needed more money. Two days before his departure he took a loan of Rs. 1,500 from a friend, a Zargar (ornament maker), to somehow finish the construction work, and mortgaged our part of the haveli for this amount. This Rs. 1,500 brought a lot of trouble and hardship to the family as the interest for the loan went on adding. My father resigned his job as a postman and searched for a new clerical job. He did his best to pay off the loan; he but could not. Destiny's smile had changed into a fearsome frown. Soon my little sister Guro was born. While my father slogged in Amritsar to support the family and pay the monthly interest, my mother and grandmother somehow managed to survive. I fell sick, very very sick and the chubby child was soon a bundle of bones. The fair skin was tarnished and looked quite dusky. The handsome Kidar Nath became an ugly urchin. Lack of nourishment also made me a dull boy. The only thought that kept me alive was that my father was my best friend, and that I must stand by my best friend and help him to surmount his difficulties. Having found a tenant for the rebuilt Haveli, we all moved to Amritsar. Across our house lived a shop-keeper known for being a miser. He called a carpenter to fix the main door to his dwelling, because the top of the frame had cracked. A robust argument ensued because the shop-keeper would pay only half a rupee, while the carpenter wanted one. His reason being that an appropriate piece of wood had to be cut to match the area being repaired and then he would have to level the surfaces at a very awkward angle. But the owner was adamant and said, "Just nail the piece of wood, do not level it or do any fancy work, because I shall pay you only half a rupee", as he walked away in a huff.

One time quarrel is tantamount to incurring a loss of five thousand rupees.

Another collaborator who found an important position in the Prime Minister’s Secretariat was Mahbubul Alam[6]. Alam was the Dacca correspondent of the English daily from Karachi, Dawn. During the liberation war, he was characterized as a Sarkari[7] newsman by the Pakistani authorities to distinguish him from other Bengali journalists. Alam was known to be pro-Pakistani and the military authorities commissioned him to write scripts for Plain Truth, a propaganda program of Radio Pakistan against the liberation war. He received thirty to fifty rupees for each piece[8]. Alam was now the Press Secretary to the Prime Minister." [6] Mahbubul Alam is currently the editor of the Independent. [7] Sarkari means government owned or government minded. [8] Anthony Mascarenhas, Bangladesh: A Legacy of Blood, Kent: Hodder and Stoughton, 1986.

It fell into my cup with a clink, and no doubt I will be considered to have abandoned the last vestiges of humanness by those who do not understand the degree of my suffering when I say that it sounded to my ears like the music of a five-rupee coin dropped into a beggar’s cup. A

My heart did not accept the collector's advice -and I always listen to my heart. What the collector said might be true but what would I lose- just a few hundred rupees?

The rupee becomes cheap [of less value] and is that why man becomes expensive [valuable] and when the rupee becomes expensive, man becomes cheap. At present, man has become cheap; he will become expensive again.

«Quindi parla di me solo quando è ubriaco?» «Quella è l’unica volta in cui Jonathan si sia mai aperto», concordò Cade. «Il resto del tempo è chiuso su se stesso peggio di Fort Knox. Se ami buttarti da una rupe, lui è il tuo uomo. Se vuoi parlare di sentimenti, è l’ultima persona a cui dovresti rivolgerti».

The one who pursues a goal of evenmindedness is neither jubilant with gain nor depressed by loss. He knows that man arrives penniless in this world and departs without a single rupee.

In 2011, the NASSCOM team introduced me to Aloke Bajpai, who, like others on his young team, cut his teeth working for Western technology companies but returned to India on a bet that he could start something—he just didn’t know what. The result was Ixigo.com, a travel search service that can run on the cheapest cell phones and helps Indians book the lowest-cost fares, whether it is a farmer who wants to go by bus or train for a few rupees from Chennai to Bangalore or a millionaire who wants to go by plane to Paris. Ixigo is today the biggest travel search platform in India, with millions of users. To build it, Bajpai leveraged the supernova, using free open-source software, Skype, and cloud-based office tools such as Google Apps and social media marketing on Facebook. They “enabled us to grow so much faster with no money,” he told me. It

(The Hindu’s first issue counted a grand total of eighty copies, printed with ‘one rupee and eight annas’ of borrowed money by a group of four law students and two teachers). In

there were solid gold and silver vessels and ornaments, crusted with gems, miles of jewel-sewn brocade, gorgeous pictures and statues that the troops just hacked and smashed, beautiful enamel and porcelain trampled underfoot, weapons and standards set with rubies and emeralds which were gouged and hammered from their settings—all this among the powder-smoke and blood, with native soldiers who’d never seen above ten rupees in their lives, and slum-ruffians from Glasgow and Liverpool, all staggering about drunk on plunder and killing and destruction. One thing I’m sure of: there was twice as much treasure destroyed as carried away, and we officers were too busy bagging our share to do anything about it. I daresay a philosopher would have made heavy speculation about that scene, if he’d had time to spare from filling his pockets. I

There is nothing wrong in building flyovers in Delhi. What is not fair is when we do not also build an approach road to villages across the nation. There is nothing wrong in having fountains with coloured lights in the capital. After all, Delhi should be beautiful. But it is unjustified when we have not provided drinking water to all our villages. There is nothing wrong in having a modern, private hospital in Bombay, or the All India Institute of Medical Sciences in Delhi, or other large medical institutions in our big cities. But it is not justified when we have not arranged to have two drops of a medicine put into the eyes of a farmer’s newborn baby, and that baby goes blind. While this would have cost us nothing, we have preferred to spend crores of rupees in building five-star hospitals in cities. Why does this happen? Because policy making is in our hands – in the hands of the elite – and naturally, even unconsciously perhaps, when we make policies we make policies that suit us; we usurp the resources of this land somewhat shamelessly to benefit ourselves. The most charitable interpretation of it is that we do it unconsciously.

What is your favorite book?” “Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen,” I said. Her expression was of a pleasant surprise. She asked me why. “Elizabeth Bennett is a resilient woman. She is unapologetic about who she is, and is a strong character who does not care what others think of her. My mother is that way too.

A good storyteller is the conscience-keeper of a nation. And

Leaving a position (like export or imports) unhedged is risky and can cause forex losses. Astral paid the price in FY09, when a 33 per cent depreciation in the Indian rupee left the firm with a forex loss of Rs 7.7 crore, wiping off 40 per cent of its profit before tax (PBT). Astral’s stock price declined by 84 per cent in March 2009 due to these losses, compared to its peak in January 2008. Finally,

As is the way of India, where things take decades to get started, the first official proposal to have a central bank came in 1913. Austen Chamberlain, a politician, was asked to analyse the gold exchange standard, which was used to maintain the exchange rate of the rupee at one shilling four pence. His commission contained no Indians but it did have John Maynard Keynes. The commission’s report was highly critical of the way things had been run till then, not because Indians were at the receiving end but because the British were not getting the best of it. It

After the initial rebuff from the United States of America court of Judge John F. Keenan, the Union of India filed its proceedings at the district court in Bhopal in 1986, claiming $3.3 billion (approximately 50,000 cr.) One must assume that the claim was quantified after careful calculation and competent legal advice. Yet, without fighting the suit and without any transparency, the government, by negotiation, the facts of which even today are a complete secret, settled the claim of the unfortunate victims for a ludicrously low sum of $ 470 million, that is 2,400 cr (and this at 1986 rupee values.) In the interlocutory relief petition pending before the Supreme Court, this overall settlement for $470 million was recorded by consent of the parties, on 14 February 1989. The victims of Bhopal could not have been betrayed more inhumanly and cruelly.

The one who pursues a goal of even-mindedness is neither jubilant with gain nor depressed by loss. He knows that man arrives penniless in this world, and departs without a single rupee.

but we are still vulnerable to the vagaries of the global economic turbulence because of an excess of imports and reduced exports, leading to trade deficit, increased current account deficit—which leads to inflation—and the depreciation of the rupee to 60.49 per US dollar in June 2013.

solar power generation of one of our states in western India creating 654.8 MW of solar energy power within a short time and started feeding into the grid. Another state in the south aims to add 3,000 MW of solar power in three years’ time. The reverse bidding process introduced by the Electricity Authority of India with the ceiling of rupees 15 per unit has brought in competition all of which is an advantage for the creation of clean green power. Now with increased competition, the state electricity boards are able to get the energy at an attractive price of rupees seven per unit. This may get further reduced when large scale installation and capacity addition takes place in a number of states and union territories. Such innovations should be multiplied and applied in all areas of energy production and management.

Când ne ascundem fața-n palme și blestemăm clipa în care ne-am născut, ei nu vin bățoși spre noi să ne spună că ne-am făcut-o cu mâna noastră. Nici măcar nu se gândesc la vreun avertisment. Pur și simplu vin încetișor și-și lipesc capul de noi. Pisica ți se-așează pe umăr, îți ciufulește părul și-ți spune clar de parcă ar vorbi: - Vai, săracu' de tine, mi se rupe inima! Câinele te privește cu ochi mari și sinceri care-ți spun parcă: - Tu m-ai înțeles întotdeauna, știi bine! O s-o pornim în viață împreună și-o să fim mereu alături, nu-i așa? Câinele ăsta e tare imprudent. Niciodată nu-și pune în gând să afle dacă ai dreptate sau nu. Niciodată nu se sinchisește dacă urci sau cobori pe scara vieții. Niciodată nu se întreabă dacă ești bogat sau sărac, prost sau deștept, păcătos sau sfânt. Ești prietenul lui și ce vrei mai mult?! Lui i-ajunge atât. Vină ce-o veni, noroc sau nenorocire, nume bun sau rău, onoare sau rușine, el o să fie mereu lângă tine, să te mângâie, să te apere, să-și dea viața pentru tine, dacă e nevoie. Nătărăul ăsta de câine fără minte și suflet e-n stare de-așa ceva!

The average poverty line in the fifty countries where most of the poor live is 16 Indian rupees per person per day. 2 People who live on less than that are considered to be poor by the government of their own countries. At the current exchange rate, 16 rupees corresponds to 36 U.S. cents. But because prices are lower in most developing countries, if the poor actually bought the things they do at U.S. prices, they would need to spend more—99 cents. So to imagine the lives of the poor, you have to imagine having to live in Miami or Modesto with 99 cents per day for almost all your everyday needs (excluding housing). It is not easy—in India, for example, the equivalent amount would buy you fifteen smallish bananas, or about 3 pounds of low- quality rice. Can one live on that? And yet, around the world, in 2005, 865 million people (13 percent of the world’s population) did.

Somebody had said how only 15 paisa of the one rupee sent from the Centre reached the intended beneficiaries. The job of a leader isn't just to diagnose the disease but to treat it

Orice suflet demn de el însuşi ar dori să trăiască viaţa la Extrem.Cine se mulţumeşte doar cu ceea ce i se dă e un sclav.Iar cei care cer mereu ceva în plus se poartă ca nişte copii. A-ţi trăi viaţa la Extrem înseamnă a trăi până la limită,dar există trei feluri de a face acest lucru,iar fiecărui suflet cultivat îi revine menirea de a-şi alege una dintre metode.Viaţa poate fi trăită la extrem posedând-o în mod extrem,în periplu odiseic prin toate senzaţiile trăite,prin toate formele energiei exteriorizate.Cu toate acestea,rari sunt,în toate epocile,cei care-şi pot închide ochii obosiţi de suma tuturor obsesilor,cei care au avut parte de tot şi în toate felurile. Rar sunt cei care pot cere şi pot obţine de la viaţă ca ea să li se dăruiască trup şi suflet şi care să ştie,iubind-o din toată inima,să nu fie geloşi pe ea.Fără îndoială,aşa ceva ar trebui să-şi dorească orice suflet puternic şi elevat.Însă atunci când constată că această dorinţă e imposibil de realizat,că-i lipseşte forţa să poată cuceri părţile Totului,i se prezintă sufletului două căi:una dintre ele este abdicarea totală,abstinenţa riguroasă,completă,şi respingerea,din sfera sensibilităţii,a tuturor lucrurilor pe care el nu le poate poseda integral,în domeniul activităţii şi energiei.În mod suprem e mai bine să nu acţionezi deloc decât să acţionezi inutil,fragmentar,insuficient,aşa cum procedează această imbecilă,superfluă şi strivitoare majoritate a oamenilor. A doua posibilitate este calea perfectului echilibru,căutarea Limitei în Proporţia Absolută,prin care dorinţa arzătoare de Extrem trece de la voinţă şi emoţie la Inteligenţă,căci cea mai mare ambiţie nu mai este a dori să-ţi trăieşti toată viaţa,nici a încerca să trăieşti toate vieţile,ci ambiţia de-aşi ordona toată viaţa,de a o desăvârşi inteligent în Armonie şi Coordonare.Dorinţa de a înţelege,care pentru atâtea suflete nobile înlocuieşte dorinţa de a acţiona,aparţine sferei sensibilităţii.A înlocui energia cu Inteligenţa,a rupe legătura dintre voinţă şi emoţie,golind de orice interes toate actele vieţii materiale;iată tot ceea ce,odată obţinut,valorează mai mult decât viaţa,pe care e atât de greu să o poseszi în întregime şi atât de trist să o posezi parţial.

Od crne šeširčine novembra ne vidi se više plavo nebo. Sunce hoda negde iznad oboda. Dan nije više belac, dan je sada crnac. Vetrovi krojači svake noći izrade novembru novi šešir od tamnih oblaka, a novembar preko dana hoda po zemlji ispod ogromnog šešira koji ponekad liči na velikog crnog vuka koji se sklupčao na glavi novembra. A sunce koje se nalazi s one strane šešira često se nervira zato što ne vidi zemlju, pa malim zlatnim mecima izbuši šešir novembru. To traje samo desetak minuta, jer vetrovi krojači dotrče i krpe šešir. Ponekad se na vrhu crnoga šešira razvije velika borba između sunca i vetrova. Vetrovi krojači zakrpe tri rupe, a sunce napravi novu zlatnu rupu. Novembar stoji mirno, hrabro, kao sin Viljema Tela sa zlatnom jabukom na glavi. Sam, za svaki slučaj, u velike klempave uši stavlja po deset malih vunenih oblaka. Čuva sluh.

For the next month, I worked from 4 am to 9 pm. At the end of the month, when the calculations were done, I had earned 2800 rupees. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had never seen so much money in my entire life and now this was my earning for just one month. My hard work had paid off.

two of them, Ivan and Sergei, had strolled in, squinting curiously at my market stall. They seemed particularly interested in all the silk clothing I had just brought back from India. Ivan—the tall, dark, handsome one—was relatively polite. He waved a slender hand at his own stall, packed with the very same silk, and said, ‘I think we have a problem.’ Viktor—his short, psychotic brother—was more to the point. The stubby fingers of one hand curled around my table, lifted it and tipped the whole thing over. He glared at me. ‘If that goes back up,’ he growled, ‘I’m

All I had left after the train fare, the training fee, and the lodging charges was 41.50 rupees.

The oldest among Kashmiris often claim that their is nothing new about their condition, that they they have been slaves of foreign rulers since the sixteenth century, when the Moghul emperor Akbar annexed Kashmir and appointed a local governer to rule the state. In the chaos of post-Moghul India, the old empire rapidly disintegrating, Afghani and Sikh invaders plundered Kashmir at will. The peasantry was taxed and taxed into utter wretchedness; the cultural and intellectual life, which under indigenous rulers had produced some of the greatest poetry, music, and philosophy in the subcontinent, dried up. Barbaric rules were imposed in the early nineteenth century, a Sikh who killed a native of Kashmir was fined nothing more than two rupees. Victor Jacquemont, a botanist and friend of Stendahl's who came to the valley in 1831, thought that "nowhere else in India were the masses as poor and denuded as they were in Kashmir.

Imagine that you have a big juicy golden yellow mango. You’re just about to bite into it when a thought of its origin crosses your mind. Some wonderful farmer, many years ago planted a seed. Like rearing a tiny baby, the farmer tended to his mango saplings with love and care. He used the right kind of soil, a large quantity of water, the best of fertilizers and perfect sunlight. His joy knew no bounds as he watched the seed transform first into a tender green sapling and then into a tree. He protected it like his own baby. A few years later, the tree started flowering and bore small raw mangoes. With the passage of time, the mangoes turned ripe and golden. Then, with gentle wrinkled hands the farmer plucked the mangoes, laid them softly over the basket and carried them to town. From the village to the town, from the farmer to the shopkeeper, traversing through unknown destinations over thousands of miles the mango finally reached your super-store. The love and the labour of so many individuals along with total support from the eco-system have all come together to give birth to this lovely mango. You spotted it the next day, paid for it and now it rests in your hands. As you sink your teeth and bite the mango, you realize that you are lucky to taste the loveliest and juiciest of mangoes. Just like the mango, everything in life is a culmination of the efforts, love and contribution of many people. Can you ever put a price on the many elements which have gone into the divine creation of the mango? You have taken it so much for granted that you don’t realize how expensive it will be to produce even a single mango. And you got it so cheap. How much will you cherish when you bite a mango and know that its worth is hundreds of thousand rupees. And this is the same with everything that we buy or use. Next time when you get dressed, wear your watch, grab your mobile phone or travel by car, realize that their essential value is worth a million dollars. Not only will you be able to enjoy all those to the fullest, but also you will stop complaining about the high cost.

Pentru că doctorul Darvari nu te-ar strânge de gât. Nu ţi-ar băga mâna între picioare. Nu ţi-ar tăia pielea cu lama şi nu te-ar arunca de la etaj. El nici măcar nu ţi-ar putea sfâşia carnea cu unghiile pentru că n-are unghii de fiară. El nu vrea sângele tău. Nu vrea ghemul de nervi al plexului tău solar. Nu vrea nimic. N-are cuţit, n-are pistol, n-are ascunsă în pumn o sârmă subţire de oţel. Te priveşte şi psihicul lui e mai tare decât privirea lui. Iată de ce e un monstru. Ai prefera de o mie de ori ca el să fie violent şi vulgar. Dar el nu, Nu-ţi pune mâna. Nu-ţi bagă piciorul între. Nu te apucă de păr. Nu-ţi smulge bluza. Nu-ţi rupe fusta ca să. Nu-ţi retează sfârcurile ca nişte muguri de floare aruncaţi să plutească în vasul extraplat cu cerneală albastră. Profesorul şi doctorul Hristu Darvari nu vrea nimic. El te înghite bucată cu bucată, vrăjit de zumzetul electric al dorinţei, înconjurat de flăcările moi ale biocurenţilor, încremenit în aerul galben, rece şi transparent.

You are reversing the case!” The saint’s face held a mild rebuke. “I have left a few paltry rupees, a few petty pleasures, for a cosmic empire of endless bliss. How then have I denied myself anything? I know the joy of sharing the treasure. Is that a sacrifice? The shortsighted worldly folk are verily the real renunciants! They relinquish an unparalleled divine possession for a poor handful of earthly toys!

Svaka obitelj ima tajni i većina ljudi nikada ih ne otkrije, ali znaju da postoje praznine, rupe na mjestima gdje bi trebali biti odgovori, gdje bi netko trebao sjediti, gdje je netko nekoć bio. nikada izgovoreno ime ili ime izgovoreno jednom i nikada više. Svi imamo tajni.... Zvučat će grozno ljigavo, znam, ali pomogao mi je shvatiti da postoji sutra. Prije sam se bavila samo sadašnjošću. Govorila sam i činila ono što će mi omogućiti da nešto smjesta dobijem. Nikada se nisam zaustavila da razmislim koje će još pločice domina porušiti. Dnevnik mi je pomogao da uvidim kako događaj utječe na druge događaje, kako mogu utjecati na vlastiti život i na tuđe živote.

February 25: Mr. and Mrs. Rupe write to Marilyn about their son’s reaction to her Korean trip. They quote his letter to them: “When she appeared on the stage, there was just a sort of gasp from the audience—a single gasp multiplied by the 12,000 soldiers present, was quite a gasp. . . . She is certainly making a lot of friends here . . . unlike the other entertainers . . . after the show she autographed, chatted, and posed for pictures. Then thru all the trucks and jeeps she rode perched on top of the seat of her jeep, smiling and waving. . . . She came to the divisions that have been so long on the line, and by-passed the easy duty in Seoul, Inchon, and the sunshine cities.” One of the soldier’s parents adds, “You are a real soldier. I know what the trip cost you. But you didn’t disappoint those boys.

The border world of Rupe, implying as much refinement as the brevity of its name, was a cornucopia of various ore production. It's decadent display of brown tones and endless fields of dirt housed my next pointless inquiry.

After all, millions of people in India live on less than a dollar a day, converted at the PPP exchange rate of about 22 rupees per dollar, and the whole point of these exchange rates is to equalize purchasing power across countries. So if people can live in India on 22 rupees a day—and be far from the worst off—why can’t people in the United States live on a dollar a day?

American family of four could buy enough cheap foods—like bulk rice, oatmeal, beans, and a few vegetables—to survive on $1,460 a year; one recent paper has priced out a “bare-bones” bundle for the United States at around $1.25 a person a day, or $1,825 a year for a family of four.14 Advocates of the validity of the line can also note, correctly, that 22 rupees a day buys a miserable life in India too, and that poor people and their children in India, if not hungry on a daily basis, are among the most malnourished in the world.

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We the Indians are becoming stronger. Not long time back we required at least two strong young men to carry groceries worth Rs 200. But times change. Now a five year old boy can effortlessly carry items worth same two hundred rupees.

Often we think of prices rising, but the more accurate way of looking at it is a depreciation of the currency. It is not so much that milk has become more expensive, but our rupees have become less valuable because there are more of them now. The other symptom of inflation, one which does not make itself immediately apparent, is that it is a form of theft from the poor and the middle class. Inflation is great for the rich because they can afford to get out of cash into tangible assets as a matter of habit, but for the middle class, and especially the lower middle class, value is being stolen right out of their pockets on a daily basis.

Trece cît trece și n-o mai urăște mult, mult. Îl doare viața undeva înăuntru, durerea din suflet se lasă în oase, în vene și mai ales între mațe. Acolo îi place jivinei. Se face un ghem de chin în stomac, îl simți ca plumbul fierbinte, rupe acolo cu dinții din el, o ființă urîtă care se ține înfiptă și nu poți s-o vomiți.

Loans NRIs can give loans to resident Indians on a repatriable or non-repatriable basis. NRIs can also receive loans from residents. Loan from NRIs in foreign currency or on a repatriable basis A resident Indian can borrow up to US dollars 250,000 from NRI close relatives on a repatriation basis i.e. on repayment, the NRI can credit the funds in an NRE account and take this money back without any restrictions. The NRI should be a close relative of the borrower. Please check ‘Who is your relative’ for details. The amount of loan should be received by an inward remittance or by debit to the NRE/FCNR account. The loan should be a minimum of 1 year and without any interest. The funds cannot be used for agricultural/plantation/real estate business or for relending. Income: As the loan should be interest-free, no income can be generated. Taxability: As there is no income, there is no tax. Loan from NRIs in Indian rupees or on a non-repatriable basis A resident, not being a company incorporated in India, may borrow in rupees from an NRI on a non- repatriation basis. The period of loan should be 3 years or less and the rate of interest should not exceed 2% over the prevailing bank rate at the time of the loan. The loan has to be utilized for meeting the borrower’s personal requirement or for his business purposes. The funds cannot be used for agricultural/plantation/real estate business or for relending or for investment in shares, securities or immovable property. For example, Ms. Isumati has given an unsecured loan to her father’s firm earning 15% interest. If she goes to the UK for further studies and becomes an NRI, while she may continue with the loan, RBI rules would apply. The funds cannot be used for real estate business and if the bank rate is 10%, she cannot be paid more than 12% interest on her loan. Her father would also need to deduct TDS @ 30.9% on the interest. Income: Income from loans given to residents is interest. Taxability: The interest income on loans given is taxable for NRIs. Loans to NRIs NRIs are allowed to borrow from a bank/authorized

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Avem nevoie de cuvinte pentru că familiile nefericite sunt niște conspirații ale tăcerii. Cel care rupe tăcerea nu este iertat niciodată.

Incalzire in pardoseala Utilizați cu încredere orice sistem de incalzire realizat de compania noastra. Ce tip de tevi se folosesc la sistemele de incalzire prin pardoseală REHAU? 00 N/mm Rezistenta de impact La +0gradeC La – 0gradeC DINFara a se rupe Fara a se rupe Coeficientul liniar de expansiune La+0 grade C La-0 grade C ,x0/- x0/- /k/- /k/- Conductivitate termica 0, W/mk Asperitati teava k 0,00 mm Componente si accesorii pentru sistemele de incalzire in pardoseala REHAU Manson de carton ondulat Este folosit pentru a proteja tubulatura universala (tevile) in cazul in care aceasta este alimentata din colectorul de distributie si in situatia in care sunt dirijate peste rosturi, prin pereti si peste modificari de nivel. Se pot seta temperaturi diferite pentru fiecare cameră in parte? . Este instalarea sistemelor de încălzire prin pardoseală scumpă? Tevile Universale RAUTHERM sunt fabricate din polietilena reticulara. Sunt temperaturi ridicate in cazul apei folosite pentru încălzire prin pardoseală? . Tevile utilizate de REHAU mai sunt si foarte rezistente la coroziune si sunt foarte robuste si vor face fata cu succes la presiunile de transmitere a apei. Ce tipuri de sisteme de incalzire in pardoseala exista? REHAU poate ajuta cu succes la realizarea unor metode moderne de incalzire rapide și ușoare! O temperatura ambientala plăcută este ușor de controlat daca vom folosi sistemele de încălzire prin pardoseală. Margas ofera posibilitati multiple pentru incalzirea casei dumneavoastra: sisteme de incalzire in pardoseala umede sau uscate, sisteme pe baza de grinzi de incalzire, sisteme cu greutate mica si economie mare de spatiu, etc . In cazul acesta sistemele de încălzire prin pardoseală REHAU sunt cele mai potrivite pentru dumneavoastra! Oriunde va fi instalat un sistem de incalzire in pardoseala REHAU va oferi comfort maxim si economie considerabila de spatiu, in afara de design-ul modern care este foarte atragator pentru oricine. Pe cine pot contacta dacă sunt interesat de montarea si utilizarea unui sistem de încălzire prin pardoseală fabricat de REHAU? Ele pot fi setate la anumite temperaturi dorite mai ales pe timp de noapte precum si pentru zilele urmatoare. Confort Sistemul de încălzire prin pardoseală REHAU creează un sentiment de bine tuturor celor care folosesc astfel de metode pentru ca incalzirea se face ușor și uniform in toata casa. Prin urmare, exista posibilitatea de a adapta sistemul de incalzire la nevoi diverse fara eforturi prea mari! Ce tip de tevi se folosesc la sistemele de incalzire prin pardoseală REHAU? 00 N/mm Rezistenta de impact La +0gradeC La – 0gradeC DINFara a se rupe Fara a se rupe Coeficientul liniar de expansiune La+0 grade C La-0 grade C ,x0/- x0/- /k/- /k/- Conductivitate termica 0, W/mk Asperitati teava k 0,00 mm Componente si accesorii pentru sistemele de incalzire in pardoseala REHAU Manson de carton ondulat Este folosit pentru a proteja tubulatura universala (tevile) in cazul in care aceasta este alimentata din colectorul de distributie si in situatia in care sunt dirijate peste rosturi, prin pereti si peste modificari de nivel. Principiul este simplu si clar: mai multa suprafata încălzita se realizează cu mai puțină apă caldă. Tevile utilizate de REHAU mai sunt si foarte rezistente la coroziune si sunt foarte robuste si vor face fata cu succes la presiunile de transmitere a apei. Clasele in care este disponibil acest tip de izolatie pentru pardoseala sunt urmatoarele: - EPS 0; - EPS 00. Sunt temperaturi ridicate in cazul apei folosite pentru încălzire prin pardoseală? In cazul acesta sistemele de încălzire prin pardoseală REHAU sunt cele mai potrivite pentru dumneavoastra! Spre deosebire de sistemele clasice de calorifere, sistemele REHAU de încălzire prin pardoseala utilizează temperaturi semnificativ mai mici ale apei, pentru a încălzi o cameră in mod confortabil.

poor, of the decrepit, the old and the distressed,’ wrote the historian. ‘In that dreadful year, when famine and mortality, going hand in hand, stalked everywhere, mowing down mankind by the thousands, Shitab Rai heard that the grain was a little cheaper, and in greater plenty in Benares, and set apart a sum of thirty thousand rupees,* and directed that the boats and rowers belonging to his household should bring regularly to Patna, three times a month, the grain provided at Benares.

The Indian government spent millions of rupees annually developing housing and job opportunities in villages heavily inhabited by untouchables. Moreover, the prime minister said, if two applicants compete for entrance into a college or university, one of the applicants being an untouchable and the other of high caste, the school is required to accept the untouchable. Professor Lawrence Reddick, who was with me during the interview, asked: “But isn’t that discrimination?” “Well, it may be,” the prime minister answered. “But this is our way of atoning for the centuries of injustices we have inflicted upon these people.

Oamenii iau decizii greu, de cele mai multe ori la timpul nepotrivit, când a trecut momentul. Decizia corectă se ia în momentul în care îți amintești că ești unic, când te gândești la tine și pentru tine, nu când gândești pentru altă persoană. Aveți voi o vorbă că „drumul spre iad e pavat cu bune intenții”. Eu aș spune că drumul spre iad este pavat cu cele mai profunde compromisuri. Alegerea bună o faci când nu te mai gândești la ceilalți. Fiecare om reacționează din instinct și va vrea să-i fie bine lui. Nimeni nu se va gândi la celălalt, ci la sine. Rupe-te de toți și fii doar tu cu tine ca să iei decizia pe care să n-o regreți. Momentul alegerii este vital, căci este momentul sufletului, îi dai șansa să trăiască sau îl omori. Sufletul nu trăiește în minciună. Mintea trăiește în orice. Sufletul se sufocă în neadevăr. În lumea noastră nu există bine sau rău, există alegere. Orice alegere faci este o experiență. Viața este o călătorie, nu o parcare. Momentul alegerii trebuie să se producă departe de toate vibrațiile celor din jur. Răsăritul soarelui ca vibrație este important pentru alegere, căci este momentul nașterii. Și răspunsul corect vine sub forma unei afirmații, este neinterpretabil, nenegociabil și nu există dubii la alegerea răspunsului corect. Cu o singură condiție: să ți-l amintești, căci este ca flacăra unei lumânări în vânt. Durează câteva clipe și se stinge imediat, la influența celor din jur. Răspunsul se află în tine. Lasă-l să iasă. Răspunsurile proaste sunt răspunsurile care nu sunt urmate de acțiune. Eu nu pot experimenta emoția. Când este o decizie profundă, organică, nimeni nu-ți poate sta în cale. Nu ai cum să evoluezi dacă nu treci prin minciună, adulter, mlaștină. Frica pe care o exorcizezi, fiecare pas te fac mai puternică în alegerea ta. Fiecare moment de consecvență este un pas spre evoluție. Efortul e util când ești consecvent. Oamenii îți aduc în față proiecția propriilor frici. Vinovăția, mila, frica, îndoiala atrag energii negative și te provoacă să experimentezi asta. Dacă vrei să găsești adevărul, fii adevăr, nu mocirlă. Dacă vrei să găsești lumina, fii lumină. Așteptarea te ține pe loc. Orice alegere iei va fi alegerea corectă.

The proletariat will never forgive a tyrant who forces them to bury their children. You are in power only because your party’s election manifesto promised one measure of rice for one rupee.

Iubirea este singura care te poate determina să renunți la tine pentru celălalt. Nu știu alt sentiment care să te determine să simți asta. Orice analiză încerci pe seama iubirii e război pierdut. N-are logică. Când iubești, faci lucruri nebunești pentru alții. Ești în stare de orice. Ceea ce nu te definește în mod obișnuit. Nu știu ceva peste. Toate afrodiziacele sunt sub. Extazul obținut din iubire bate cocaina, LSD-ul, rupe iarba, n-are adversar. Dacă drogurile își prăjesc creierii, iubirea își prăjește sufletul. Singura diferență este că arderea asta nu produce cenușă, ci aripi, nu coboară, ci înalță.

Nicio acțiune nu este independentă de răspuns. Tot ceea ce facem împotriva ființei noastre cere răsplată. Natura are un echilibru și o armonie mai presus de logică. Atunci când ai de amputat un braț ca să-ți salvezi viața, amputezi brațul. Durerea pe care o trăiești atunci când vrei să te rupi de un compromis este pe măsura compromisului. Compromisul îți oferă confort, comoditate și te rupe de Dumnezeu. Drumul spre Dumnezeu este drumul inimii, al sincerității, al adevărului care doare și nu e niciodată simplu. Durerea este rezultatul faptelor noastre. De ce să ne plângem? Când am greșit sufletului, de ce nu ne-am plâns? Când sufletul urla de durere că pășeam pe un drum străin lui, de ce nu l-am auzit? Ne furăm singuri căciula și încercăm principiul „las' că merge oricum”. O iluzie, o viață prefăcută, pentru cei lași și fără teamă de moarte. Cine crede în Dumnezeu nu poate să aleagă să fie laș. Trebuie să aibă curaj și să ceară secunda aceea totală, maximă în care să se oprească din minciună, să înceapă adevărul. E absurd să te plângi că te doare atâta timp cât totul ține de voința ta. Cu excepția cazurilor extreme: a lagărelor, a închisorilor, a morții... voința proprie te conduce. Ai discernământ. Deci alegi să imiți sau să trăiești. Să zbori cu aripile legate, nu se poate decât în cărțile cu basme pentru copii. Ca să-ți dezlegi aripile, doare. Dar a durut și în momentul în care te-ai legat și puteai să nu o faci. Nu suntem numai carne. Iar la întâlnirea cu Dumnezeu nu se duce trupul. În realitate nu există greșeală. Există doar neatenție. Mai devreme sau mai târziu natura își încheie socotelile. Nimic nu rămâne descoperit. „Cască ochii!”, murmura adesea tata. Mi-e frică să nu aleg greșit. Exact frica este cea care te păcălește. Mi-e frică la gândul că, atunci când va trebui să dau socoteală, nu voi avea nicio explicație. Din frică pierzi cele mai tari chestii și te abții să trăiești autentic. Dacă-ți deschizi ochii sufletului, vezi atent și nu ai cum să te eschivezi.

Ai ținut vreodată un ficat de vacă în mână? E doar o halcă de carne care, atunci când tragi de ea, se frânge, se rupe în bucăți, se sfâșie, iar pe mâini ești plin de sânge și miroase a sfârșit. Așa îți simți sufletul când sufletul celuilalt urmează să te topească în el și când îți dai seama că este singurul moment în care ai șansa să te salvezi. Cu cât aștepți mai mult să te ajute celălalt și să provoace el desprinderea, cu atât îi dai timp să se lege mai profund. Atâta cât îi este bine, nu înțelege de ce-ar trebui să iasă din tine. Mai mult decât atât, când i-ai permis să te locuiască atâta timp fără mari pretenții, de ce te miră când reacționează la tăierea gazelor, a curentului, a apei? Omul, prin natura lui, are instinct de supraviețuire. Am existat în nevoia de a mă dărui necondiționat, fără întreruperi, fără oboseală, fără rutină, nevoia de a escalada noi și noi taine... Numai iubirea este capabilă să te facă să-ți dorești doar infinitul dintr-un singur om, să nu abdici când nu primești ceea ce aștepți, să ai răbdare să descoperi că nu există limită în suflet, să fii atent, să fii viu. Când o rană a făcut coajă și nu mai ai răbdare să se vindece și să cadă singură, începi să tragi și doare. Când e vorba despre suflet, durerea nu încape în cuvinte. Simți că te sfărâmi, că devii lichid, că nu te mai definești. Sunt secunde în care te întrebi dacă mai trăiești sau nu mai trăiești, dacă ești în plan real sau deja ai trecut dincolo, secunde de delir în care dorul de celălalt, iubirea de celălalt, amintirea te copleșesc. Reușeam cu greu și doar uneori să ies din starea asta și numai prin rugăciune. Începeam să spun toate rugăciunile pe care le știam, fără ordine, haotic, cu patimă și cu dorința de a-mi opri gândul în care celălalt mă invada. Făceam des astfel de crize și mă prindeau în cele mai ingrate ipostaze. De multe ori eram în public și trebuia să-mi iau instant un zâmbet de plastic, comandat special pentru păpușa pe care o interpretam. Reușeam să trec cu durerea neobservată. Zâmbetul era de calitate, iar oamenii din jur neatenți sau preocupați de sine. Intensitatea măcelului desprinderii de celălalt scade cu timpul, cu cât insiști în rugăciunea eliberării. Dacă ai suficienți pereți în care să lovești, așternuturi pe care să le rozi, parcări în care să pui mașina pe avarii și să plângi în hohote sau colțuri cu icoane în care să urli până îl asurzești pe Dumnezeu: „De ce? De ce? De ce?”... Ești unu la unu cu durerea și la un moment dat lași loc lucidității să se instaleze, te dai jos din tine, te cațări pe acoperișul sufletului tău și te privești. Când reușești să faci prima dată asta, îți dai seama că ești foarte departe de ceea ce credeai tu că trăiești, că suferința ta nu e nici pe departe marea suferință a lumii, că problema ta nu e nici pe departe cea mai mare problemă a universului și că, indiferent cât doare, trebuie să doară, căci este întârzierea ta, e un timp mort, fără viață, pe care ți l-ai permis să-l trăiești în non-acțiune și pe care acum vrei să-l extirpi.

He received no guidance, no stimulation, no money beyond the few rupees he made from tutoring. But for all the economic deadweight he represented, his family apparently discouraged him little- not enough, in any case, to stop him.

Concepuseram impreuna un om si impreuna il vazuseram murind. Uneori aveam impresia ca exista o legatura fizica intre noi, o franghie lunga, intinsa intre Boston si Portland; cand ea tragea de capatul ei, simteam eu socul in capatul meu. Oriunde se ducea ea, oriunde mergeam eu, firul acela dublu era acolo, tras si intins, fara a se rupe insa vreodata, incat fiecare clipa ne reamintea de ceea ce nu puteam sa mai avem vreodata.

Nebun nu este acela care se rupe de real, ci acela pe care realul îl invadează și îl debordează.

Greed is merely a species of nearsightedness.

Walk through the pages of a book and You’ll find characters, like old friends In the corridors of time—

Odată ce încadrezi obstacolele din viața ta în categoriile " vreau " și " nu vreau " -în loc să te demoralizezi singur cu opinii negative despre tine și circumstanțele vieții tale, poți rupe barierele auto-impuse care te țin pe loc, Începi să vezi dincolo de distragerile auto-discursului și ale dramatizărilor.

Odaă[ ce încadrezi obstacolele din viața ta în categoriile " vreau " și " nu vreau " -în loc să te demoralizezi singur cu opinii negative despre tine și circumstanțele vieții tale, poți rupe barierele auto-impuse care te țin pe loc, Începi să vezi dincolo de distragerile auto-discursului și ale dramatizărilor.

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when a seven years old girl comes to our car and knocks at the glass because she wants 10 rupees to buy a loaf of bread for her mother we don't give her because we are standing outside the McDonalds to spend thousands of rupee just to change the taste of our tongue. How miserable we are!!!

Always remember, if you can’t dedicate some of your time, energy & attention everyday to whatever you think you care about or your wishes, I don’t think if it is as important to you as you think it is or as you show it your world. Question is: Are you really aware of what is important to you? What you care most? What you want & deserve? Or what you really want to achieve today or in life? Use this day to become more aware of the things that really matter to you & things that doesn’t matter. Now stop waiting for everything to fall on your lap magically from the sky, begin to infuse your life with action, inspired action. I repeat, no matter if it is: + 1000 steps today + 5 pushup today + 1 page of a book today + 1 write-up + 1 postive thought today + 1 follower today + 1000 rupees today + 1 sale today + 1 investment today + 1 recovery/ saving today + 1 client meeting today + 1 kind act today + 5 minute prayer today + 5 minute chat with your future self today + 1 thing that scares you today Hope you understand the power of compounding interest. Start working & keep moving.. make a progress today & everyday. No matter how small a step it is, if you take it with enthusiasm, focus & love, it will take you to next level. I guarantee! Change your life today. Don’t gamble on the future, act now, without delay. Start & promise yourself that you will do whatever you can. Let today be the day you decide that you will finally begin pursuing what makes you fulfilled, happy, safe, healthy, recognised, appreciated, admired, affluent, magnificent, significant & worthwhile. Good luck & best wishes!