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
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