An Inspiring Song:
Song: Ovvoru pookkalume (Language: Tamil); Movie: Autograph
Singer: Chitra K S; Director: Cheran; Lyrics: Vijay Pa
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Ovvoru pookkalume solgirathe… Vazhvenral poradum porkalame…
Ovvoru vidiyalume solgirathe… Iravanal pagalonru vanthidume…
Every flower on this earth says, that life is a battlefield…
Every morning says, that where there is a night, there will be a new dawn…
Nambikkai yenbathu vendum nam vazhvil…
Latchiyam nicchayam vellum oru nalil…
We need to trust ourselves in life…
Our ambitions will surely win one day…
Maname O Maname ni maari vidu…
Malayo athu paniyo ni modhi vidu…
Our mind and thoughts ought to change…
Whether it is a mountain or an iceberg, we need to fight…
Ullam yenrum yeppodhum, udainthu poga koodathu…
Yenna intha vazhkayenra yennam thonra koodathu…
The heart should not break any day, any time…
‘what is this life?’ is a thought that should not occur…
Yentha manidha nenjukkul, kayam illai sollungal…
Kalapokkil kayamellam marandhu pogum mayangal…n
Can you identify one person’s heart, which has not been hurt at all?…
In the verge of time, hurt vanishes magically…
Uli thangum karkal thane mann medhu silayagum…
Vali thangum idhayam thane nilayana sugam kaanum…
Only the stone that can tolerate the strokes of a chisel can become a beautiful statue…
Only the heart that can tolerate the deepest bruises can be consistantly happy…
Yaarukkillai porattam? Kannil yenna neerottam?
Oru kanavu kandal, athai dinam muyanral, oru nalil nijamagum…
Who doesn’t have to struggle? Why are the eyes filled with tears?
If we dream, and focus on acheiving it daily, one day it will become a reality…
Vazhkai kavithai vasippom, vaanam alavu yosippom,
Muyarichi yenra onrai mattum, mucchi pole swasipoom…
Let us read the poem called life, let us think to the limits of the sky,
Effort is the only thing, that we need to inhale like the breath…
Latcham kanavu kannodu, latchiyangal nenjodu…
Unnai vella yaarum illai, urudhiyodu poradu…
There may be one lakh dreams in our eyes, goals in our hearts,
There is no one to beat you, fight with determination…
Manidha un manadhai keeri vidhai podu maramagum…
Avamanam padutholvi yellame uravagum…
Oh man, scratch your heart and put your seeds – it will become a tree…
Insult and failure, will become your relatives…
Tholvi inri varalara, dukkam yenna yen thozha,
Oru mudivirunhal, adhil thelivirundhal, andha vanam vasamagum…
There is no history with out a defeat, why are you worried about that, my friend?
If there is foresight, and clarity, even the sky can be conqured…
(Note: The translation is mine, and hence there may be some errors. If you can find any, please let me know in the comments section and I will change it).
An Inspiring Poem:
I think it is titled ‘If’
Author: Rudyard Kipling.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!
Rudyard Kipling
Destination Infinity