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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 impostors 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 worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all 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
P.S. I wanted to quote this poem on my blog for quite a while. Now seems a right time, for several personal reasons. Things are happening where I need to tell myself to stay motivated. Hence my favorite lines of a lifetime found a place
Sing a song of six pence
A pocket full of rye
Two and sixty students
Waiting for job time
A pocket full of rye
Two and sixty students
Waiting for job time
When the jobs were offered
The kids began to sing
Isn’t that a dainty dream
At this sober beginning?
The kids began to sing
Isn’t that a dainty dream
At this sober beginning?
CEO was in his cabin
Counting all his money
The HR in her cubicle
Finding our mails so funny
Boys were in the* corridor
Hanging by the thread
Down came the recession
And cut off our head!
*(changed to avoid institute name and liabilities)
Silent night, Exam night.
All is quiet, all is bright
‘Round the ppt in laptop
That’s me tired and quiet
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night, Exam night.
Students quake at the sight,
Scary exams stream from heaven afar
Scared DoMSians sing alleluia:
One more exam is done
One more exam is done
Silent night, Exam night
Kids of DoMS, put up a fight
Teary eyes from night out phase
Write exams with a look of daze
Profs look on with eyes of mirth
Profs look on with eyes of mirth
—Inspired by the Christmas Carol Silent night
