the first ray of the sun heralds your entrance, breaking the day with astute thoughts entwined with light breeze and dew drops guiding my views like comrade in arms with clasped handsKAVERI & YAMUNA
welcomes you NAMASTE
12 September, 2008
NAMASTE | WELCOME
the first ray of the sun heralds your entrance, breaking the day with astute thoughts entwined with light breeze and dew drops guiding my views like comrade in arms with clasped hands
11 September, 2008
10 September, 2008
09 September, 2008
08 September, 2008
STILL RAMBLING
(A small piece that I am still dabbling with)
I have lived my life;
Now I await its demise
I will breathe the air of this world for as long as
there is flutter in my heart
I am reconciled to my decisions and choices
All my wishes had been fulfilled and ask nothing more
Desire is a devil and difficult to exorcise him, and
There are few left in me; after all I am a human
I pursue in fulfilling them
Till the oil ebbs away from the wick
Regret, yes there is, for not able to have
My current thoughts at a stage earlier
How had I squandered on petty things
I love to serve my utmost best
To all those who come to see me
Thereby deriving happiness and solace
May be this is my nirvana
Appreciations and gratitude in abundance to
Muyu, Mayeh, Boyati and Saras
For allowing me to throw tantrums with authority
Care and love and immaculate joy to
Daffodil, Kohinoor, Copperfan, Jojo. Cyber City Boy
a beautiful next generation
Saras, a thoughtful memory
I find it very difficult to express
My feelings about you
My love to you defies any descriptive language
You are that special to me
Now I await its demise
I will breathe the air of this world for as long as
there is flutter in my heart
I am reconciled to my decisions and choices
All my wishes had been fulfilled and ask nothing more
Desire is a devil and difficult to exorcise him, and
There are few left in me; after all I am a human
I pursue in fulfilling them
Till the oil ebbs away from the wick
Regret, yes there is, for not able to have
My current thoughts at a stage earlier
How had I squandered on petty things
I love to serve my utmost best
To all those who come to see me
Thereby deriving happiness and solace
May be this is my nirvana
Appreciations and gratitude in abundance to
Muyu, Mayeh, Boyati and Saras
For allowing me to throw tantrums with authority
Care and love and immaculate joy to
Daffodil, Kohinoor, Copperfan, Jojo. Cyber City Boy
a beautiful next generation
Saras, a thoughtful memory
I find it very difficult to express
My feelings about you
My love to you defies any descriptive language
You are that special to me
நீ இல்லையே நான் இல்லையே still rings true
Love namaskaram
Let me end to say
That purity in love in a given relationship
is the quintessence for us to strive
A dignified living
All doubts resolved and passions spent
My apology, gratitude and appreciations
To all those who had some way
guided and altered me
To live a pleasant life
For me the carnival is over
Let me end to say
That purity in love in a given relationship
is the quintessence for us to strive
A dignified living
All doubts resolved and passions spent
My apology, gratitude and appreciations
To all those who had some way
guided and altered me
To live a pleasant life
For me the carnival is over
07 September, 2008
IT SYMBOLIZES LOVE..Swami Vivekananda
I once had a friend who grew to be very close to me.
Once when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with some water and held it before me, and said this : "You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes love."
This was how I saw it: As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there. However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first crack it finds.
This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love...they try to posses it, they demand, they expect...and just like the water spilling out of your hand, love will retrieve from you.
For love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature. If there are people you love, allow them to be free beings.
Give and don't expect.
Advise, but don't order.
Ask, but never demand.
It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly practice. It is the secret to true love. To truly practice it, you must sincerely feel no expectations from those who you love, and yet an unconditional caring.
Passing thought...Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take; but by the moments that take our breath away.....
Life is beautiful...Live it !!!
Once when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with some water and held it before me, and said this : "You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes love."
This was how I saw it: As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there. However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first crack it finds.
This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love...they try to posses it, they demand, they expect...and just like the water spilling out of your hand, love will retrieve from you.
For love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature. If there are people you love, allow them to be free beings.
Give and don't expect.
Advise, but don't order.
Ask, but never demand.
It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly practice. It is the secret to true love. To truly practice it, you must sincerely feel no expectations from those who you love, and yet an unconditional caring.
Passing thought...Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take; but by the moments that take our breath away.....
Life is beautiful...Live it !!!
06 September, 2008
ANALYTICAL THOUGHTS
I too like most boys go to temple. In conformity to general rituals in prayers, I just imitated. But what kept me going to the temple was mainly for the 'sakra satham', 'vadai' (indian delicacy) and banana. Till the age of mid forties, I was much involved in temple and social activities. It is at this period of time that I started studying seriously on various aspects of Hinduism.
Every enquiry that I made reflects varying conflicting ideas, every book contradicts on any one subject matter. By this time the burning questions of "what is correct" and "who is correct" began to take form in me. Based on my own studies, I concluded that, there is no one authoritative standing body in the matter of religion to ascertain that it is 'final and conclusive'.
This is largely due, as most authors are free to interpret or to write commentaries as one interprets. If the author is of some standing in society, and or reflects a religious aura around him, than it is readily accepted. This acceptance would invariably be transformed into another sub religion within the main religion. I also observed that the ritual practises varies very much dependant on the knowledge of the priest, location, type of crowd, how much is the fee, important person or not, etc...
In retrospect all the vedas, scriptures, and the puranas are written by various schools of thought in India. Many commentaries and commentaries over a commentary had been published based on the same subject. This is where the original flavour had been coloured beyond irreversible damage.
This than is the beginning of a conflict of ideas. It may seem alright for the theologians; but how would these books be seen by the casual reader, or by the one who wants to 'KNOW' what is correct.
To me it is a migraine and a brain storming exercise. Secondly all doctrines are not substantiated with any evidence of tangible or existing proofs. They are always based on one simple equation; i.e. It is not knowable, only the selected few knows, do not question the doctrines.
It is at this juncture, that I began to be critical on superstitious beliefs, rituals, taboos, outdated practices, mythological stories, commentary's, cults, astrology, numerology, palmistry, mantras, talisman, coloured strings. (by the way I am fairly able to interpret and read palms, numerology, and conduct of certain prayer ceremonies).
By late forties, I am positive that the essence and seriousness of rituals being conducted to images, departed souls, marriages and myriad other occasions had it's sole and intended purpose of controlling the weak minds, by creating fear to "the high power" and thus to exercise control. Invariably and with utmost sadness and shame that money is primarily the root factor.
I have abstained myself in the belief of superstitious or dubious practises, and religious rituals that I consider do not carry any meaningful or practical purposes. Certainly these rituals are propped up by a facade of imagery and other agencies that provides auxiliary services to support these rituals.
Facts are Facts,
and will not disappear on account of your likes - Jawarharlal Nehru.
A casual observer would be aware that the 'way of life' is eroding from its original reverence of 'bhakti' (piousness) towards the almighty to ritualism.
Adulteration and additions to these practises by both the ordained and not ordained had made way for 'commercial bhakti' to seep in.
Now it is more or less a side show or a carnival. It is this part of the 'way of life' that I am reluctant to conform to.
After all each individual life is an entity by itself and it is most precious.
One must live to full blossom as one deems right.
Every enquiry that I made reflects varying conflicting ideas, every book contradicts on any one subject matter. By this time the burning questions of "what is correct" and "who is correct" began to take form in me. Based on my own studies, I concluded that, there is no one authoritative standing body in the matter of religion to ascertain that it is 'final and conclusive'.
This is largely due, as most authors are free to interpret or to write commentaries as one interprets. If the author is of some standing in society, and or reflects a religious aura around him, than it is readily accepted. This acceptance would invariably be transformed into another sub religion within the main religion. I also observed that the ritual practises varies very much dependant on the knowledge of the priest, location, type of crowd, how much is the fee, important person or not, etc...
In retrospect all the vedas, scriptures, and the puranas are written by various schools of thought in India. Many commentaries and commentaries over a commentary had been published based on the same subject. This is where the original flavour had been coloured beyond irreversible damage.
This than is the beginning of a conflict of ideas. It may seem alright for the theologians; but how would these books be seen by the casual reader, or by the one who wants to 'KNOW' what is correct.
To me it is a migraine and a brain storming exercise. Secondly all doctrines are not substantiated with any evidence of tangible or existing proofs. They are always based on one simple equation; i.e. It is not knowable, only the selected few knows, do not question the doctrines.
It is at this juncture, that I began to be critical on superstitious beliefs, rituals, taboos, outdated practices, mythological stories, commentary's, cults, astrology, numerology, palmistry, mantras, talisman, coloured strings. (by the way I am fairly able to interpret and read palms, numerology, and conduct of certain prayer ceremonies).
By late forties, I am positive that the essence and seriousness of rituals being conducted to images, departed souls, marriages and myriad other occasions had it's sole and intended purpose of controlling the weak minds, by creating fear to "the high power" and thus to exercise control. Invariably and with utmost sadness and shame that money is primarily the root factor.
I have abstained myself in the belief of superstitious or dubious practises, and religious rituals that I consider do not carry any meaningful or practical purposes. Certainly these rituals are propped up by a facade of imagery and other agencies that provides auxiliary services to support these rituals.
Facts are Facts,
and will not disappear on account of your likes - Jawarharlal Nehru.
A casual observer would be aware that the 'way of life' is eroding from its original reverence of 'bhakti' (piousness) towards the almighty to ritualism.
Adulteration and additions to these practises by both the ordained and not ordained had made way for 'commercial bhakti' to seep in.
Now it is more or less a side show or a carnival. It is this part of the 'way of life' that I am reluctant to conform to.
After all each individual life is an entity by itself and it is most precious.
One must live to full blossom as one deems right.
~ ~ an expression of free thought~~
05 September, 2008
CHARMED ROOTS
As a teenager it was a thrill to watch medicine sellers performing side shows in order to gather a crowd. I was one of their faithfuls. Some of the 'magic' that always never failed to attract me was; bending of steel rods by using the strength of their throat, rolling over glass shreds, and certainly the snake charmers. To me it was a wonder of wonders and will be glued for hours, not because the show is a thriller, but the snake charmer would not open the lid of the rattan basket where the snakes are kept. What he does was a delay tactics. Meanwhile he would be peddling the herbal roots, and medicine that would keep the snakes away or neutralise the poison etc.etc.
Meantime he would approach the basket, pretends to open it but never. This act would keep me in anticipation of when he would open the lid and let the snakes to dance. Once the business for the day is about to be over he would remove the lid, and the snakes would rear its head up and sway in rhythm to the music. Oh! the snake charmer plays a beautiful old hindi song on his flute.
That was happiness. Of course you guessed it right. I did buy some herbal roots. A worthless junk, but at that time it was magic to me. When I think about it, I felt silly and ignorant. The snake charmer had created a temporary sense of fear and sold me root as protection.
Now I know better, and did not hesitate to change my previous beliefs.
A misguided trust.
Meantime he would approach the basket, pretends to open it but never. This act would keep me in anticipation of when he would open the lid and let the snakes to dance. Once the business for the day is about to be over he would remove the lid, and the snakes would rear its head up and sway in rhythm to the music. Oh! the snake charmer plays a beautiful old hindi song on his flute.
That was happiness. Of course you guessed it right. I did buy some herbal roots. A worthless junk, but at that time it was magic to me. When I think about it, I felt silly and ignorant. The snake charmer had created a temporary sense of fear and sold me root as protection.
Now I know better, and did not hesitate to change my previous beliefs.
A misguided trust.
04 September, 2008
28 August, 2008
VEHICLE CEREMONY
A friend of mine with the intention of buying a new car referred to his 'jathagam' (astrological chart) and a numerologist.. ascertaining that the stars, and the chosen numbers cum color codes are correct in favour of him.
He than proceeded to book a car. He chose a white colored 'Opel' and requested for the number JH2969 to be registered (all arranged with cash inducement).
Happy with this, he made a further arrangement with the salesman for the new car to be delivered next Wednesday at 7.32 am. After some serious arguments the matter was settled for an extra cash. The car was delivered at "Lord Murugan" temple for the vehicle blessing ceremony.
Ceremony commenced. The priest went around the car with incense, followed by lighted camphor and sprinkled some holy water on the car with some utterance of magical verses. He wrote the word "OM" on the bonnet with sandal paste. He placed a lemon in front of each tyre and told my friend to drive over it slowly so as to squash the lemon. My friend after mumbling some prayers of his own did likewise. The priest than broke a coconut in front of the car. Money was transacted, and that completes the ceremony.
My friend is extremely happy and jubilant that the car is of the correct color, correct number and blessed by Lord Muruga. Few months later, I met him in town and enquired about his well being. He lamented that in his hurry to attend a wedding met with an accident and his daughter sitting at the back had a small tear in the forehead requiring a couple of stitches.
He went to the temple to pray and was told that luckily no death has occurred and only some shedding of blood. Well again a simple ceremony was done. Again money.
Well, with all the precautions and steps that he had undergone to buy a car seems to be a wasted effort in time and money and foolhardy. I too have a car that did not do the vehicle blessing ceremony. I too had some knocks here and there and some breakdowns. This is normal for a car that runs on engine that fails due to wear and tear or carelessness of the driver. It is normal.
How about the public mode of transportation (bus, taxi, lorry, train, aeroplane,ship ) that did not meet any blessing ceremony of "gods, colour, numbers ) and yet we gladly travel on them. Why?
One should trust one's own driving skill and the proper maintenance of the vehicle and not the stars, numbers or blessings of 'High Power'.
NOTE: The spare tyre did not receive the lemon treatment - and greater danger is lurking when he changes tyre.
A diverted trust.
He than proceeded to book a car. He chose a white colored 'Opel' and requested for the number JH2969 to be registered (all arranged with cash inducement).
Happy with this, he made a further arrangement with the salesman for the new car to be delivered next Wednesday at 7.32 am. After some serious arguments the matter was settled for an extra cash. The car was delivered at "Lord Murugan" temple for the vehicle blessing ceremony.
Ceremony commenced. The priest went around the car with incense, followed by lighted camphor and sprinkled some holy water on the car with some utterance of magical verses. He wrote the word "OM" on the bonnet with sandal paste. He placed a lemon in front of each tyre and told my friend to drive over it slowly so as to squash the lemon. My friend after mumbling some prayers of his own did likewise. The priest than broke a coconut in front of the car. Money was transacted, and that completes the ceremony.
My friend is extremely happy and jubilant that the car is of the correct color, correct number and blessed by Lord Muruga. Few months later, I met him in town and enquired about his well being. He lamented that in his hurry to attend a wedding met with an accident and his daughter sitting at the back had a small tear in the forehead requiring a couple of stitches.
He went to the temple to pray and was told that luckily no death has occurred and only some shedding of blood. Well again a simple ceremony was done. Again money.
Well, with all the precautions and steps that he had undergone to buy a car seems to be a wasted effort in time and money and foolhardy. I too have a car that did not do the vehicle blessing ceremony. I too had some knocks here and there and some breakdowns. This is normal for a car that runs on engine that fails due to wear and tear or carelessness of the driver. It is normal.
How about the public mode of transportation (bus, taxi, lorry, train, aeroplane,ship ) that did not meet any blessing ceremony of "gods, colour, numbers ) and yet we gladly travel on them. Why?
One should trust one's own driving skill and the proper maintenance of the vehicle and not the stars, numbers or blessings of 'High Power'.
NOTE: The spare tyre did not receive the lemon treatment - and greater danger is lurking when he changes tyre.
A diverted trust.
27 August, 2008
26 August, 2008
THIS N THAT
அங்கமுத்து தோட்டத்தில் தங்கமுத்து தொங்குது
அது அடுத்து வாயில போட்டா
சிக்கு முக்கு ஆடுது
அது என்ன ? ? ஆன்சர் வேணுமா... கால் மீ..
அது அடுத்து வாயில போட்டா
சிக்கு முக்கு ஆடுது
அது என்ன ? ? ஆன்சர் வேணுமா... கால் மீ..
நட பாதை விளக்கா நம் காதல்
விடிந்தவுடன் அனைபதட்கு
இல்லையேல் கண்மணி
நம் காதல் வானம் போன்றது
மேகங்கள் வந்து போகும்
இடி, வானவில் வந்து போகும்
ஆனால் வானம் அசையாது
நம் காதல் போன்றது
25 August, 2008
JOURNEY..by Rabindranath Tagore
I have got my leave.
Bid me farewell
My brothers!
I bow to you all and
Take my departure
Here I give back the keys of my door
And I give up all claims to my house
I only ask for last kind words from you
We were neighbors for long, but
I received more than I could give
Now the days are dawned and the lamp
That lit my dark corner is out
A summon has come and
I am ready for my journey
LIFE's RIDDLES..by Unknown
'Tis but a day we sojourn here below
and all the gains we get
is grief and woe
Then. leaving our life's riddles all unsolved
and burdened with regrets
We have to go
24 August, 2008
GYNECOLOGIST
A relative of mine, where both husband and wife are reasonably educated and holding respectful jobs. The lady was in early pregnancy. She decided that she should consult a "samy" to ensure a safe delivery. This is because in previous pregnancy there was a miscarriage.
One day we all paid a visit to the temple. We brought along 3 different types of fruits, a large piece of red and yellow cloth, incense, joss stick, camphor and certainly money. After the lady had narrated her views, the samiar started his rituals and the invocation ceremony. Certainly he created an atmosphere of serenity.
The samiar than took a betel leaf and chanted some more verses and smeared yellow paste in the centre of the leaf. He stared at it for a long time, than glanced to the left, than to the right, than stared back at the leaf, and vehemently shook his head indicating that the message he saw was bad and an evil omen.
After this he said in a deep base voice that there is an old man with a stick standing guard at the main door of their house. It is this spirit that disturbs the peace and would make trouble for the unborn baby.
By now the lady is visibly frightened. The samy blessed her and said that he can reverse this bad situation and ensured a protection for the baby, and a safe delivery. He than took a lemon wrapped it up with the red and yellow cloth and a further invocation of the gods, gave it to her. He instructed her very seriously, that the lemon must be carried at all times, until delivery of the baby. And the grand finale was to tie the magic yellow strings.
The money was placed under the mat as the samy refused to touch it. Thus concluding the ceremony.
The poor lady carried the lemon whenever she leaves the house and for an extra safety placed a broom and a parang (a long knife) in front of the main door at nights.
Much regrettably three months later there was a miscarriage. The lemon was thrown into a flowing river as custom required it. This time the forces from the dark side won. Whew! at least for once the bad guys had won. They do not intend to sue the samiar.
I am puzzled why they did not trust the advise of a medical doctor.
A diverted trust.
One day we all paid a visit to the temple. We brought along 3 different types of fruits, a large piece of red and yellow cloth, incense, joss stick, camphor and certainly money. After the lady had narrated her views, the samiar started his rituals and the invocation ceremony. Certainly he created an atmosphere of serenity.
The samiar than took a betel leaf and chanted some more verses and smeared yellow paste in the centre of the leaf. He stared at it for a long time, than glanced to the left, than to the right, than stared back at the leaf, and vehemently shook his head indicating that the message he saw was bad and an evil omen.
After this he said in a deep base voice that there is an old man with a stick standing guard at the main door of their house. It is this spirit that disturbs the peace and would make trouble for the unborn baby.
By now the lady is visibly frightened. The samy blessed her and said that he can reverse this bad situation and ensured a protection for the baby, and a safe delivery. He than took a lemon wrapped it up with the red and yellow cloth and a further invocation of the gods, gave it to her. He instructed her very seriously, that the lemon must be carried at all times, until delivery of the baby. And the grand finale was to tie the magic yellow strings.
The money was placed under the mat as the samy refused to touch it. Thus concluding the ceremony.
The poor lady carried the lemon whenever she leaves the house and for an extra safety placed a broom and a parang (a long knife) in front of the main door at nights.
Much regrettably three months later there was a miscarriage. The lemon was thrown into a flowing river as custom required it. This time the forces from the dark side won. Whew! at least for once the bad guys had won. They do not intend to sue the samiar.
I am puzzled why they did not trust the advise of a medical doctor.
A diverted trust.
23 August, 2008
THIS WORLD IS ODD ..by Poet Bhartrhari
Clever men slog for a living
In some stupid prince's palace
How will their hearts renew
If fate sometimes bring
Swinging hips and lotus eyes
And large breasted women
To comfort them
To challenge the evanescence
Of the rising moon ?
Yes, it is true
Why should I lie ?
In all three worlds
(heaven, this world, and hell)
Nothing brings him
As much joy as a woman
But it is also true
That nothing brings him
As much grief as well
21 August, 2008
PONDERING FRAGMENTS
Art of Living - It is a difficult task to jump from one groove to another, but shall go on trying to see the other person as a human being first, without placing any descriptive words like, race, religion, rich, poor, educated or not, connected to somebody, etc. To live a life in all its simplicity and form. Avoiding politics and commercial games. Indulging in learning new things on completion of one subject, like after HTML go for JAVA, than maybe motor mechanic and so forth; but NEVER stopping to learn. My interest lays in reading, music, gardening, and Do it Yourself works. Pets nil. Do not wish to curtail their freedom.
Quotation - The rest of the world is not worried about us. It will act to take what it wants, and push us into a particular slot. It is our ingenuity to see through their ploy, that would give us a leeway of keeping one step ahead. In this instance being selfish is more prudent.
Why don't you belief in God - This is still a burning question is it not? I had not mentioned in my presentations that I do not believe in 'GOD'. Only that I do not agree with the definition of GOD. I will believe when my senses or intellect concurs in the existence of the REAL GOD and not in the meanings of the word
'God' or 'Goddesses' as currently defined in Hinduism. As for other 'GODS' does not concern me, nor do I want to delve in their doctrines.
Quotation - The rest of the world is not worried about us. It will act to take what it wants, and push us into a particular slot. It is our ingenuity to see through their ploy, that would give us a leeway of keeping one step ahead. In this instance being selfish is more prudent.
Why don't you belief in God - This is still a burning question is it not? I had not mentioned in my presentations that I do not believe in 'GOD'. Only that I do not agree with the definition of GOD. I will believe when my senses or intellect concurs in the existence of the REAL GOD and not in the meanings of the word
'God' or 'Goddesses' as currently defined in Hinduism. As for other 'GODS' does not concern me, nor do I want to delve in their doctrines.
19 August, 2008
THE SAYINGS OF THE BROOK _ by Khalil Gibran
I walked in the valley
As the rising dawn spoke
The secret of eternity
And there a brook on its course
Was singing, calling and saying;
Life is not only merriment;
Life is desire and determination
Wisdom is not in words
Greatness is not in exalted position;
Greatness is for he who refuses position.
A man is not noble through ancestry;
How many noblemen are
Decedents of murderers?
Not everyone in chain is subdued;
At times, a chain is greater than a necklace.
Paradise is not in repentance;
Paradise is in the pure heart.
Hell is not in torture;
Hell is an empty heart.
Riches are not in money along;
How many wanderers were the riches of all men?
Not all the poor are scorned;
The wealth of the world
Is in a loaf of bread and a cloak.
Beauty is not in the face;
Beauty is the light in the heart.
Perfection is not for the pure of soul;
There may be virtue in sin.
This is what the brook sang
Was some of the secrets of the sea.
18 August, 2008
NOT ENOUGH OF GODS
Whilst I was residing in Perak, a group of people approached me to know whether we wanted to book a bus to go to Penang to attend St. Ann's festival. I declined. On the given date three busload of devout Hindus proceeded to St. Ann's festival to receive blessings, cure some illness, or to solve some of their problems.
To me personally it is a mockery and a slap in the face. Isn't there enough gods, goddesses, demi gods, prophets and saints to satiate their faith. Then there is this magic yellow strings to protect them, the imported samiars (priests) who can commune with gods to grant favours...and many many more avenues to appease their desires in Hinduism alone. Why another. ?
Does it insinuate that the legion of Hindu gods is less powerful then other gods.
I don't get it. Do You.
Human minds are so flimsy and brittle that it can be swayed without any effort or an enquiry to reasons.
Everybody goes, so I follow, ideology is apt in this instance.
A diverted trust.
To me personally it is a mockery and a slap in the face. Isn't there enough gods, goddesses, demi gods, prophets and saints to satiate their faith. Then there is this magic yellow strings to protect them, the imported samiars (priests) who can commune with gods to grant favours...and many many more avenues to appease their desires in Hinduism alone. Why another. ?
Does it insinuate that the legion of Hindu gods is less powerful then other gods.
I don't get it. Do You.
Human minds are so flimsy and brittle that it can be swayed without any effort or an enquiry to reasons.
Everybody goes, so I follow, ideology is apt in this instance.
A diverted trust.
17 August, 2008
THOUGHTS THAT TINGLES
And life is what we make it, always has been, always will be,
you become the maker, of your fate and destiny, you no longer cherish, the mercy of others, heavenly or worldly.
Regardless of what we are involved in, if we want to instill quality efficiency and satisfaction in any performance, concentration of the mind is needed. But we also need health, peace of mind, pleasure in life, prosperity and knowledge.
Criticism is dangerous, because it wounds a person's pride,
hurts his sense of importance, and arouses resentment.
The happiest people don't have the best of everything.
They just make the best of everything.
In life just...
1. Live simply
2. Love generously
3. Care deeply
4. Speak kindly
It is not wise to manifest your emotions, however chaste it may be; as it brings adverse result.
Talents differ, all is well and wisely put, If I cannot carry them on my back, can you crack a nut said the squirrel to the mountain.
When the Nawab's bitch died, the whole village turned up to mourn her death. Than the Nawab died. Nobody came.
True love is neither physical nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of that is - has been - will be - and will not be.
you become the maker, of your fate and destiny, you no longer cherish, the mercy of others, heavenly or worldly.
Regardless of what we are involved in, if we want to instill quality efficiency and satisfaction in any performance, concentration of the mind is needed. But we also need health, peace of mind, pleasure in life, prosperity and knowledge.
Criticism is dangerous, because it wounds a person's pride,
hurts his sense of importance, and arouses resentment.
The happiest people don't have the best of everything.
They just make the best of everything.
In life just...
1. Live simply
2. Love generously
3. Care deeply
4. Speak kindly
It is not wise to manifest your emotions, however chaste it may be; as it brings adverse result.
Talents differ, all is well and wisely put, If I cannot carry them on my back, can you crack a nut said the squirrel to the mountain.
When the Nawab's bitch died, the whole village turned up to mourn her death. Than the Nawab died. Nobody came.
True love is neither physical nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of that is - has been - will be - and will not be.
16 August, 2008
KODI ASAINDHADUM..by Gopal
Did the leaves rustle And created a breeze ?
Or does the breeze lead the leaves into their dance ?
Did the flowers bloom When the moon rose ?
Or did the moon rise To see the flowers in bloom ?
Did the song create the beat ?
Or the beat inspire the song ?
Did you invent love ?
Or did love usher in youth ?
Did womanhood create femininity ?
Or femininity define womanhood ?
Did I see you ?
When you come before me ?
Or did your coming
Open my eyes ?
15 August, 2008
While Time Flits By
Today I sit here wondering
How I came to be old
Time and tide waits for no man
Maybe that is why I am not told?
There were a lot of things
I always wanted to do,
And many places
I envisaged of visiting too.
There are people moving in and out
Abiding in the arc of my family
Knowing together for a long time
Yet at times we only exchanged glances
To some maybe a simple ‘ennagga’
I have rescheduled my life,
Learning as much as I can,
Going and seeing,
Meeting and greeting,
Remaining time is mine to waste,
To enjoy and relish as I choose,
Giving me days of pleasure,
As to my dreams I admire.
Always looking forward,
Not pondering over the past,
My life's embers I keep blowing
My farewell comes most unseen
How I came to be old
Time and tide waits for no man
Maybe that is why I am not told?
There were a lot of things
I always wanted to do,
And many places
I envisaged of visiting too.
There are people moving in and out
Abiding in the arc of my family
Knowing together for a long time
Yet at times we only exchanged glances
To some maybe a simple ‘ennagga’
I have rescheduled my life,
Learning as much as I can,
Going and seeing,
Meeting and greeting,
Remaining time is mine to waste,
To enjoy and relish as I choose,
Giving me days of pleasure,
As to my dreams I admire.
Always looking forward,
Not pondering over the past,
My life's embers I keep blowing
My farewell comes most unseen
Sundaramoorthy Rajamanickam
August 2010
Rawang, Malaysia
August 2010
Rawang, Malaysia
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