A Human. Being!

A letter Rosalind Franklin- The dark lady of DNA wrote to her father.

 

(I love the following words from– an excerpt from a letter Rosalind wrote to her father arguing against his assertion that her secular/scientific worldview made her cold and uncaring. It’s a perfect response to an accusation I’ve heard often myself, and a great expression of my own humanist credo:)

“You frequently state, and in your letter you imply, that I have developed a completely one-sided outlook and look at everything in terms of science. Obviously my method of thought and reasoning is influenced by my scientific training – if that were not so my scientific training would have been a waste and a failure. But you look at science (or at least talk of it) as some sort of demoralising invention of man, something apart from real life, and which must be cautiously guarded and kept separate from everyday existence. But science and everyday life cannot and should not be separated. Science, for me, gives a partial explanation of life. In so far as it goes, it is bases on fact, experience and experiment. (…) I agree that faith is essential to success in life (success of any sort), but I do not accept your definition of faith, i.e., belief in life after death. In my view, all that is necessary for faith is the belief that by doing our best we shall come nearer to success and that success in our aims (the improvement of the lot of mankind, present and future) is worth attaining. Anyone able to believe in all that religion implies obviously must have such faith, but I maintain that faith in this world is perfectly possible without faith in another world (…). I see no reason why the belief that we are insignificant should lessen our faith – as I have defined it.”

 

Felt like sharing :)

A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point he asked:

“Are you writing a story about what we’ve done? Is it the story about me?”

His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson: “I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I’m using. I hope you will be like pencil when you grow up.”

Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil, it didn’t seem very special.He said, “But its like any other pencil I’ve ever seen!”

“That depends on how you look at the things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on to them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world”

On this same day,198 years ago,in the village called Chundi Ramgha, Of Tanahu, a boy was born. Though he received Sanskrit education from his grandfather, He later went on to be the greatest and first poet In Nepali language. I am not sure, but people say that his father was a government officer who worked for General Amarsingh Thapa. Yes, you may already have guessed, probably because of the Public Holiday today, I am talking about Bhanu Bhakta Acharya(its 13th july or 29th Ashad).
From the fifth to the fifteenth century AD, the Khas civilization flourished from its roots in what is now far-west Nepal. Historical documents show that west Nepal, south-west Tibet, and Kumaon and Garhwal of India were united and the Khas language had great influence in these regions during the time of that civilization's rise. After the fall of the Khas Empire, its language, which evolved into present day Nepali, was considered bastardized and limited to speech. Sanskrit dominated most of the written texts of South Asia and its influence was particularly strong in Nepal.

 

फुलमायाँको दशैँ ।

परार साल मैले मुग्लानमा फुलमायालाई भेट्दा ‘‘यसपालिको दशैँ कस्तो भयो?’’ भनि सोधेँथे। उसले मलिन अनुहार लिएर भनि, “राम्रो लुगा लगाउने रहर त मेट्न सकिन, तर पनि पोख्रेली चामालको भात र स्वादीलो तरकारी मजासंग खाइयो।”

पोहोर साल, मैले फेरी उसलाई भेटेर,’’यसपालिको दशैँ कस्तो भयो?’’ भनि सोधेँथे। उसले मुस्कुराउँदै भनि, “यसपटकको दशैँमा त परदेशका दाइले मासुभात मजासंग खुवाए, राम्रो लुगा लगाउने रहर पनि पूरा गरिदिए, आंगमा केही गहना पनि हालिदिए…… बडो राम्रोसंग बित्यो यसपालिको दशैँ।”

यसपालि घुम्दै-फिर्दै बम्बई पुगेको थिएँ। बाटोमा रुमाल्लदै गर्दा, कसैले ईसारा गरेझैँ लाग्यो, नजिकदैँ गएँ, अनुहार परिचितझैँ लाग्दै गयो अझ बढी। मेरो मुखबाट अनायसै बोली फुस्कियो, “फुलमाया…?’” उसले रुँदै भनी, “दाइ यसपालीको दशैँ कस्तो भयो भनेर खै सोधेको त?”

मैले उसलाई त्यो प्रश्न राख्न जरुरि ठानिन, किनभन सबै उत्तर ती आँखाले दिइरहेक थिए।