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When I was growing up, my father said something to me I will never forget, "Son when you were born, you cried while the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a way that when you die the world cries while you rejoice". We live in an age when we have forgotten what life is all about. We can easily put a person on the Moon, but we have trouble walking across the street to meet a new neighbour. We can fire a missile across the world with pinpoint accuracy, but we have trouble keeping a date with our children to go to the library. We have e-mail, fax machines and digital phones so that we can stay connected and yet we live in a time where human beings have never been less connected. We have lost touch with our humanity. We have lost touch with our purpose. We have lost sight of the things that matter the most.

When I was growing up, my father said something to me I will never forget, "Son when you were born, you cried while the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a way that when you die the world cries while you rejoice". We live in an age when we have forgotten what life is all about. We can easily put a person on the Moon, but we have trouble walking across the street to meet a new neighbour. We can fire a missile across the world with pinpoint accuracy, but we have trouble keeping a date with our children to go to the library. We have e-mail, fax machines and digital phones so that we can stay connected and yet we live in a time where human beings have never been less connected. We have lost touch with our humanity. We have lost touch with our purpose. We have lost sight of the things that matter the most.

When I was growing up, my father said something to me I will never forget, "Son when you were born, you cried while the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a way that when you die the world cries while you rejoice". We live in an age when we have forgotten what life is all about. We can easily put a person on the Moon, but we have trouble walking across the street to meet a new neighbour. We can fire a missile across the world with pinpoint accuracy, but we have trouble keeping a date with our children to go to the library. We have e-mail, fax machines and digital phones so that we can stay connected and yet we live in a time where human beings have never been less connected. We have lost touch with our humanity. We have lost touch with our purpose. We have lost sight of the things that matter the most.

When I was growing up, my father said something to me I will never forget, "Son when you were born, you cried while the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a way that when you die the world cries while you rejoice". We live in an age when we have forgotten what life is all about. We can easily put a person on the Moon, but we have trouble walking across the street to meet a new neighbour. We can fire a missile across the world with pinpoint accuracy, but we have trouble keeping a date with our children to go to the library. We have e-mail, fax machines and digital phones so that we can stay connected and yet we live in a time where human beings have never been less connected. We have lost touch with our humanity. We have lost touch with our purpose. We have lost sight of the things that matter the most.

When I was growing up, my father said something to me I will never forget, "Son when you were born, you cried while the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a way that when you die the world cries while you rejoice". We live in an age when we have forgotten what life is all about. We can easily put a person on the Moon, but we have trouble walking across the street to meet a new neighbour. We can fire a missile across the world with pinpoint accuracy, but we have trouble keeping a date with our children to go to the library. We have e-mail, fax machines and digital phones so that we can stay connected and yet we live in a time where human beings have never been less connected. We have lost touch with our humanity. We have lost touch with our purpose. We have lost sight of the things that matter the most.

When I was growing up, my father said something to me I will never forget, "Son when you were born, you cried while the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a way that when you die the world cries while you rejoice". We live in an age when we have forgotten what life is all about. We can easily put a person on the Moon, but we have trouble walking across the street to meet a new neighbour. We can fire a missile across the world with pinpoint accuracy, but we have trouble keeping a date with our children to go to the library. We have e-mail, fax machines and digital phones so that we can stay connected and yet we live in a time where human beings have never been less connected. We have lost touch with our humanity. We have lost touch with our purpose. We have lost sight of the things that matter the most.

He sounded the clacker till his arm ached, and at length his heart grew sympathetic with the birds' thwarted desires. They seemed, like himself, to be living in a world which did not want them. Why should he frighten them away? They took upon more and more the aspect of gentle friends and pensioners - the only friends he could claim as being in the least degree interested in him, for his aunt had often told him that she was not. He ceased his rattling, and they alighted anew.

"Poor little dears!" said Jude, aloud. "You shall have some dinner--you shall. There is enough for us all. Farmer Troutham can afford to let you have some. Eat, then my dear little birdies, and make a good meal!"

They stayed and ate, inky spots on the nut-brown soil, and Jude enjoyed their appetite. A magic thread of fellow-feeling united his own life with theirs. Puny and sorry as those lives were, they much resembled his own.

His clacker he had by this time thrown away from him, as being a mean and sordid instrument, offensive both to the birds and to himself as their friend. All at once he became conscious of a smart blow upon his buttocks, followed by a loud clack, which announced to his surprised senses that the clacker had been the instrument of offence used. The birds and Jude started up simultaneously, and the dazed eyes of the latter beheld the farmer in person, the great Troutham himself, his red face glaring down upon Jude's cowering frame, the clacker swinging in his hand.

He sounded the clacker till his arm ached, and at length his heart grew sympathetic with the birds' thwarted desires. They seemed, like himself, to be living in a world which did not want them. Why should he frighten them away? They took upon more and more the aspect of gentle friends and pensioners - the only friends he could claim as being in the least degree interested in him, for his aunt had often told him that she was not. He ceased his rattling, and they alighted anew.

"Poor little dears!" said Jude, aloud. "You shall have some dinner--you shall. There is enough for us all. Farmer Troutham can afford to let you have some. Eat, then my dear little birdies, and make a good meal!"

They stayed and ate, inky spots on the nut-brown soil, and Jude enjoyed their appetite. A magic thread of fellow-feeling united his own life with theirs. Puny and sorry as those lives were, they much resembled his own.

His clacker he had by this time thrown away from him, as being a mean and sordid instrument, offensive both to the birds and to himself as their friend. All at once he became conscious of a smart blow upon his buttocks, followed by a loud clack, which announced to his surprised senses that the clacker had been the instrument of offence used. The birds and Jude started up simultaneously, and the dazed eyes of the latter beheld the farmer in person, the great Troutham himself, his red face glaring down upon Jude's cowering frame, the clacker swinging in his hand.

He sounded the clacker till his arm ached, and at length his heart grew sympathetic with the birds' thwarted desires. They seemed, like himself, to be living in a world which did not want them. Why should he frighten them away? They took upon more and more the aspect of gentle friends and pensioners - the only friends he could claim as being in the least degree interested in him, for his aunt had often told him that she was not. He ceased his rattling, and they alighted anew.

"Poor little dears!" said Jude, aloud. "You shall have some dinner--you shall. There is enough for us all. Farmer Troutham can afford to let you have some. Eat, then my dear little birdies, and make a good meal!"

They stayed and ate, inky spots on the nut-brown soil, and Jude enjoyed their appetite. A magic thread of fellow-feeling united his own life with theirs. Puny and sorry as those lives were, they much resembled his own.

His clacker he had by this time thrown away from him, as being a mean and sordid instrument, offensive both to the birds and to himself as their friend. All at once he became conscious of a smart blow upon his buttocks, followed by a loud clack, which announced to his surprised senses that the clacker had been the instrument of offence used. The birds and Jude started up simultaneously, and the dazed eyes of the latter beheld the farmer in person, the great Troutham himself, his red face glaring down upon Jude's cowering frame, the clacker swinging in his hand.

He sounded the clacker till his arm ached, and at length his heart grew sympathetic with the birds' thwarted desires. They seemed, like himself, to be living in a world which did not want them. Why should he frighten them away? They took upon more and more the aspect of gentle friends and pensioners - the only friends he could claim as being in the least degree interested in him, for his aunt had often told him that she was not. He ceased his rattling, and they alighted anew.

"Poor little dears!" said Jude, aloud. "You shall have some dinner--you shall. There is enough for us all. Farmer Troutham can afford to let you have some. Eat, then my dear little birdies, and make a good meal!"

They stayed and ate, inky spots on the nut-brown soil, and Jude enjoyed their appetite. A magic thread of fellow-feeling united his own life with theirs. Puny and sorry as those lives were, they much resembled his own.

His clacker he had by this time thrown away from him, as being a mean and sordid instrument, offensive both to the birds and to himself as their friend. All at once he became conscious of a smart blow upon his buttocks, followed by a loud clack, which announced to his surprised senses that the clacker had been the instrument of offence used. The birds and Jude started up simultaneously, and the dazed eyes of the latter beheld the farmer in person, the great Troutham himself, his red face glaring down upon Jude's cowering frame, the clacker swinging in his hand.

He sounded the clacker till his arm ached, and at length his heart grew sympathetic with the birds' thwarted desires. They seemed, like himself, to be living in a world which did not want them. Why should he frighten them away? They took upon more and more the aspect of gentle friends and pensioners - the only friends he could claim as being in the least degree interested in him, for his aunt had often told him that she was not. He ceased his rattling, and they alighted anew.

"Poor little dears!" said Jude, aloud. "You shall have some dinner--you shall. There is enough for us all. Farmer Troutham can afford to let you have some. Eat, then my dear little birdies, and make a good meal!"

They stayed and ate, inky spots on the nut-brown soil, and Jude enjoyed their appetite. A magic thread of fellow-feeling united his own life with theirs. Puny and sorry as those lives were, they much resembled his own.

His clacker he had by this time thrown away from him, as being a mean and sordid instrument, offensive both to the birds and to himself as their friend. All at once he became conscious of a smart blow upon his buttocks, followed by a loud clack, which announced to his surprised senses that the clacker had been the instrument of offence used. The birds and Jude started up simultaneously, and the dazed eyes of the latter beheld the farmer in person, the great Troutham himself, his red face glaring down upon Jude's cowering frame, the clacker swinging in his hand.

He sounded the clacker till his arm ached, and at length his heart grew sympathetic with the birds' thwarted desires. They seemed, like himself, to be living in a world which did not want them. Why should he frighten them away? They took upon more and more the aspect of gentle friends and pensioners - the only friends he could claim as being in the least degree interested in him, for his aunt had often told him that she was not. He ceased his rattling, and they alighted anew.

"Poor little dears!" said Jude, aloud. "You shall have some dinner--you shall. There is enough for us all. Farmer Troutham can afford to let you have some. Eat, then my dear little birdies, and make a good meal!"

They stayed and ate, inky spots on the nut-brown soil, and Jude enjoyed their appetite. A magic thread of fellow-feeling united his own life with theirs. Puny and sorry as those lives were, they much resembled his own.

His clacker he had by this time thrown away from him, as being a mean and sordid instrument, offensive both to the birds and to himself as their friend. All at once he became conscious of a smart blow upon his buttocks, followed by a loud clack, which announced to his surprised senses that the clacker had been the instrument of offence used. The birds and Jude started up simultaneously, and the dazed eyes of the latter beheld the farmer in person, the great Troutham himself, his red face glaring down upon Jude's cowering frame, the clacker swinging in his hand.

Dr. Kalam, the 'Missile Man' was the twelfth President of India. He was the third Muslim President after Dr. Zakir Hussain and Fakhruddin Ali Ahmed. He was born at Dhanushkodi, Rameswaram (Tamil Nadu) on Oct. 15, 1931. He did his B.Sc. from St. Joseph's College, Turuchirappalli to become the first graduate in his family. His mother had to mortgage her gold bangles and necklaces to get the admission to the prestigious Madras Institute of Technology where he studied Aeronautical Engineering. Thereafter, Dr. Kalam never looked back.

Dr. Kalam was a staunch nationalist and secular to the core. He could quote words or sentences with equal ease both from the Holy Koran and the Bhagwat Geeta. He was a fan of great Tamil poet and philosopher Subramaniam Bharti. As a boy, he was captivated and charmed by high skies. He had a scientific temper blended with spirituality. Endowed with a scientific temper, he believed in astronomy and not astrology. Despite his tremendous achievements, Dr. Kalam continued to dream about various other achievements.

Under his stewardship, the country's missile development programme took rapid strides culminating in the successful launching of the Trishul, Prithvi, Agni I and II, Nag and Akash. In recognition of his talent he was conferred with country's top civilian honours - Padma Bhushan in 1981, Padma Vibhushan in 1990 and Bharat Ratna in 1997.

He was a great son of India. He always used to say, " I want to ignite young minds, which are a powerful resource." His mission was to teach 1,00,000 students. Being the President of India, his main focus was to ignite the minds of people.

Dr. Kalam, the 'Missile Man' was the twelfth President of India. He was the third Muslim President after Dr. Zakir Hussain and Fakhruddin Ali Ahmed. He was born at Dhanushkodi, Rameswaram (Tamil Nadu) on Oct. 15, 1931. He did his B.Sc. from St. Joseph's College, Turuchirappalli to become the first graduate in his family. His mother had to mortgage her gold bangles and necklaces to get the admission to the prestigious Madras Institute of Technology where he studied Aeronautical Engineering. Thereafter, Dr. Kalam never looked back.

Dr. Kalam was a staunch nationalist and secular to the core. He could quote words or sentences with equal ease both from the Holy Koran and the Bhagwat Geeta. He was a fan of great Tamil poet and philosopher Subramaniam Bharti. As a boy, he was captivated and charmed by high skies. He had a scientific temper blended with spirituality. Endowed with a scientific temper, he believed in astronomy and not astrology. Despite his tremendous achievements, Dr. Kalam continued to dream about various other achievements.

Under his stewardship, the country's missile development programme took rapid strides culminating in the successful launching of the Trishul, Prithvi, Agni I and II, Nag and Akash. In recognition of his talent he was conferred with country's top civilian honours - Padma Bhushan in 1981, Padma Vibhushan in 1990 and Bharat Ratna in 1997.

He was a great son of India. He always used to say, " I want to ignite young minds, which are a powerful resource." His mission was to teach 1,00,000 students. Being the President of India, his main focus was to ignite the minds of people.

Dr. Kalam, the 'Missile Man' was the twelfth President of India. He was the third Muslim President after Dr. Zakir Hussain and Fakhruddin Ali Ahmed. He was born at Dhanushkodi, Rameswaram (Tamil Nadu) on Oct. 15, 1931. He did his B.Sc. from St. Joseph's College, Turuchirappalli to become the first graduate in his family. His mother had to mortgage her gold bangles and necklaces to get the admission to the prestigious Madras Institute of Technology where he studied Aeronautical Engineering. Thereafter, Dr. Kalam never looked back.

Dr. Kalam was a staunch nationalist and secular to the core. He could quote words or sentences with equal ease both from the Holy Koran and the Bhagwat Geeta. He was a fan of great Tamil poet and philosopher Subramaniam Bharti. As a boy, he was captivated and charmed by high skies. He had a scientific temper blended with spirituality. Endowed with a scientific temper, he believed in astronomy and not astrology. Despite his tremendous achievements, Dr. Kalam continued to dream about various other achievements.

Under his stewardship, the country's missile development programme took rapid strides culminating in the successful launching of the Trishul, Prithvi, Agni I and II, Nag and Akash. In recognition of his talent he was conferred with country's top civilian honours - Padma Bhushan in 1981, Padma Vibhushan in 1990 and Bharat Ratna in 1997.

He was a great son of India. He always used to say, " I want to ignite young minds, which are a powerful resource." His mission was to teach 1,00,000 students. Being the President of India, his main focus was to ignite the minds of people.

Dr. Kalam, the 'Missile Man' was the twelfth President of India. He was the third Muslim President after Dr. Zakir Hussain and Fakhruddin Ali Ahmed. He was born at Dhanushkodi, Rameswaram (Tamil Nadu) on Oct. 15, 1931. He did his B.Sc. from St. Joseph's College, Turuchirappalli to become the first graduate in his family. His mother had to mortgage her gold bangles and necklaces to get the admission to the prestigious Madras Institute of Technology where he studied Aeronautical Engineering. Thereafter, Dr. Kalam never looked back.

Dr. Kalam was a staunch nationalist and secular to the core. He could quote words or sentences with equal ease both from the Holy Koran and the Bhagwat Geeta. He was a fan of great Tamil poet and philosopher Subramaniam Bharti. As a boy, he was captivated and charmed by high skies. He had a scientific temper blended with spirituality. Endowed with a scientific temper, he believed in astronomy and not astrology. Despite his tremendous achievements, Dr. Kalam continued to dream about various other achievements.

Under his stewardship, the country's missile development programme took rapid strides culminating in the successful launching of the Trishul, Prithvi, Agni I and II, Nag and Akash. In recognition of his talent he was conferred with country's top civilian honours - Padma Bhushan in 1981, Padma Vibhushan in 1990 and Bharat Ratna in 1997.

He was a great son of India. He always used to say, " I want to ignite young minds, which are a powerful resource." His mission was to teach 1,00,000 students. Being the President of India, his main focus was to ignite the minds of people.

Dr. Kalam, the 'Missile Man' was the twelfth President of India. He was the third Muslim President after Dr. Zakir Hussain and Fakhruddin Ali Ahmed. He was born at Dhanushkodi, Rameswaram (Tamil Nadu) on Oct. 15, 1931. He did his B.Sc. from St. Joseph's College, Turuchirappalli to become the first graduate in his family. His mother had to mortgage her gold bangles and necklaces to get the admission to the prestigious Madras Institute of Technology where he studied Aeronautical Engineering. Thereafter, Dr. Kalam never looked back.

Dr. Kalam was a staunch nationalist and secular to the core. He could quote words or sentences with equal ease both from the Holy Koran and the Bhagwat Geeta. He was a fan of great Tamil poet and philosopher Subramaniam Bharti. As a boy, he was captivated and charmed by high skies. He had a scientific temper blended with spirituality. Endowed with a scientific temper, he believed in astronomy and not astrology. Despite his tremendous achievements, Dr. Kalam continued to dream about various other achievements.

Under his stewardship, the country's missile development programme took rapid strides culminating in the successful launching of the Trishul, Prithvi, Agni I and II, Nag and Akash. In recognition of his talent he was conferred with country's top civilian honours - Padma Bhushan in 1981, Padma Vibhushan in 1990 and Bharat Ratna in 1997.

He was a great son of India. He always used to say, " I want to ignite young minds, which are a powerful resource." His mission was to teach 1,00,000 students. Being the President of India, his main focus was to ignite the minds of people.