There was a one hour interview on CNBC with Warren Buffet, the second richest man who has donated $31 billion to charity. Here are some very interesting aspects of his life:
1) He bought his first share at age 11 and he now regrets that he started too late!
2)He bought a small farm at age 14 with savings from delivering
newspapers.
3)He still lives in the same small 3 bedroom house in mid-town Omaha, that he bought after he got married 50 years ago. He says that he has everything he needs in that house. His house does not have a wall or a fence.
4) He drives his own car everywhere and does not have a driver or security people around him.
5)He never travels by private jet, although he owns the world's largest private jet company.
6)His company, Berkshire Hathaway, owns 63 companies. He writes only one letter each year to the CEOs of these companies, giving them goals for the year. He never holds meetings or calls them on a regular basis.
7) He has given his CEO's only two rules.
Rule number 1: Do not lose any of your share holder's money.
Rule number 2: Do not forget rule number 1.
8)He does not socialize with the high society crowd. His past time after he gets home is to make himself some pop corn and watch television.
9) Bill Gates, the world's richest man met him for the first time only 5 years ago. Bill Gates did not think he had anything in common with Warren Buffet. So he had scheduled his meeting only for half hour. But when Gates met him, the meeting lasted for ten hours and
Bill Gates became a devotee of Warren Buffet.
10)Warren Buffet does not carry a cell phone, nor has a computer on his desk.
11)His advice to young people: Stay away from credit cards and invest in yourself.
Thursday, 28 December 2006
Sunday, 24 December 2006
question & answers
Not only our technical knowledge helps, but also the presence of mind and the right answer at right time. Even if u don't know the answer for a question just confuse the questioner
Question and the Answer given by Candidates... oh sorry they are IAS
Officers now.
Q.How can you drop a raw egg onto a concrete floor without cracking it?
A. Concrete floors are very hard to crack! (UPSC Topper)
Q.If it took eight men ten hours to build a wall, how long would it take four men to build it?
A. No time at all it is already built. (UPSC 23 Rank Opted for IFS)
Q.If you had three apples and four oranges in one hand and four apples and three oranges in the other hand, what would you have?
A. Very large hands.(Good one) (UPSC 11 Rank Opted for IPS)
Q. How can you lift an elephant with one hand?
A. It is not a problem, since you will never find! an elephant with one hand. (UPSC Rank 14 Opted for IES)
Q. How can a man go eight days without sleep?
A. No Probs , He sleeps at night. (UPSC IAS Rank 98)
Q. If you throw a red stone into the blue sea what it will become?
A. It will Wet or Sink as simple as that. (UPSC IAS Rank 2)
Q. What looks like half apple ?
A : The other half. (UPSC - IAS Topper )
Q. What can you never eat for breakfast ?
A : Dinner.
Q. What happened when wheel was invented ?
A : It caused a revolution.
Q. Bay of Bengal is in which state?
A : Liquid (UPSC 33Rank )
Interviewer said "I shall either ask you ten easy questions or one
really difficult question. Think well before you make up your mind!" The boy thought for a while and said, "my choice is one really difficult question."
"Well, good luck to you, you have made your own choice! Now tell me this. "What comes first, Day or Night?"
The boy was jolted in! to reality as his admission depends on the correctness of his answer, but he thought for a while and said, "It's the DAY sir!"
"How" the interviewer asked,
"Sorry sir, you promised me that you will not ask me a SECOND difficult question!"
He was selected for IIM!
Technical Skill is the mastery of complexity, while Creativity is the master of presence of mind.
Question and the Answer given by Candidates... oh sorry they are IAS
Officers now.
Q.How can you drop a raw egg onto a concrete floor without cracking it?
A. Concrete floors are very hard to crack! (UPSC Topper)
Q.If it took eight men ten hours to build a wall, how long would it take four men to build it?
A. No time at all it is already built. (UPSC 23 Rank Opted for IFS)
Q.If you had three apples and four oranges in one hand and four apples and three oranges in the other hand, what would you have?
A. Very large hands.(Good one) (UPSC 11 Rank Opted for IPS)
Q. How can you lift an elephant with one hand?
A. It is not a problem, since you will never find! an elephant with one hand. (UPSC Rank 14 Opted for IES)
Q. How can a man go eight days without sleep?
A. No Probs , He sleeps at night. (UPSC IAS Rank 98)
Q. If you throw a red stone into the blue sea what it will become?
A. It will Wet or Sink as simple as that. (UPSC IAS Rank 2)
Q. What looks like half apple ?
A : The other half. (UPSC - IAS Topper )
Q. What can you never eat for breakfast ?
A : Dinner.
Q. What happened when wheel was invented ?
A : It caused a revolution.
Q. Bay of Bengal is in which state?
A : Liquid (UPSC 33Rank )
Interviewer said "I shall either ask you ten easy questions or one
really difficult question. Think well before you make up your mind!" The boy thought for a while and said, "my choice is one really difficult question."
"Well, good luck to you, you have made your own choice! Now tell me this. "What comes first, Day or Night?"
The boy was jolted in! to reality as his admission depends on the correctness of his answer, but he thought for a while and said, "It's the DAY sir!"
"How" the interviewer asked,
"Sorry sir, you promised me that you will not ask me a SECOND difficult question!"
He was selected for IIM!
Technical Skill is the mastery of complexity, while Creativity is the master of presence of mind.
Friday, 15 December 2006
The Happiest One
The happiest people in the world are
Not those who have no problems,
But those who learn to live with things
That are less than perfect.
Not those who have no problems,
But those who learn to live with things
That are less than perfect.
Saturday, 2 December 2006
Jokes
WIFE x HUSBAND
A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word.
An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position. As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?"
"Yep," the wife replied, "in-laws."
WORDS
A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day.. 30,000 to a man's 15,000.
The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men... The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?"
CREATION
A man said to his wife one day, "I don't know how you can be
so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time.
"The wife responded, "Allow me to explain.
God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me;
God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you !
A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word.
An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position. As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?"
"Yep," the wife replied, "in-laws."
WORDS
A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day.. 30,000 to a man's 15,000.
The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men... The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?"
CREATION
A man said to his wife one day, "I don't know how you can be
so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time.
"The wife responded, "Allow me to explain.
God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me;
God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you !
Say it now
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his
teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."
Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."
"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will
end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
May Your Day Be As Blessed As You Are Special to God,
and to all with whom you are connected through Him.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his
teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."
Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."
"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will
end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
May Your Day Be As Blessed As You Are Special to God,
and to all with whom you are connected through Him.
Saturday, 25 November 2006
Friday, 24 November 2006
Entharo Mahanu Bhavulu
This is one of the most beautiful Karnatic classicals. If you understand the meaning while you listen, it's awesome. This kriti is supposed to have been spontaneously composed by saint Thyagaraja when he saw great people (Mahatmas, his guru-like souls) assembled in a hall as he entered. This is one of the Pancharatna kriti. This Telugu kriti speaks of nothing other than his beloved Sri Rama--the Lord of Thyagaraja.
Raagam: shree (22 kharaharapriya janya),
Aarohanam: S R2 M1 P N2 S
Avarohanam: S N2 P D2 N2 P M1 R2 G2 R2 S
taaLam: aadi
Composer: Tyaagaraaja Language: Telugu
pallavi
endarO mahAnubhavulu |
antareeki vandanamulu ||
There are so many Mahatmas. To all my salutations.
anupallavi
candruni varnamu nI anta candramunu |
hR.dayAravindamuna jUci bhramAnanda anubhavincuva || (Endharo)
in the mirror of their hearts
they behold the moon-like face,
beauty and behaviour (of Rama)
and experience supreme joy of Brahmananda...
to such ones , to them my salutations.
(So many mahatmas... to all my salutations.)
charanam 1
sAmagAnalOla manasija |
lAvanya dhanyamUrdhanyu || (Endharo)
to the one who is fond of samagana (Rama),
his beauty in their minds,
they who think (of rama) such are blessed.
(So many mahatmas... to all my salutations.)
charanam 2
mAnasa vanacaravara sancAramu salipi
mUrtibAguga bodaganEdu va || (Endharo)
to those who contemplate on the beauty of
the one who traveled in the forest (Rama)
So many mahatmas... to all my salutations
charanam 3
saraguna pAdamulaku swAntamanu
sarojamunu samarpanamu jEyuvA || (Endharo)
to the feet (of Rama) which is the essence of all gunas,
those who surrender their lotus heart
to such ones, my salutations.
(So many mahatmas... to all my salutations.)
charanam 4
patitapavanudane parAtparuni gurinci
paramArtamagu nijamAr |
gamu tonu pAdutsUnu sallApamuto swaralayAdi
rAgamula teliyuvA || (Endharo)
the one who is purifier of destitute (Rama),
the one who is supreme of supreme (Rama) ,
by singing happily about him in the correct way
knowing the swara, raga and thala
to them my salutations.
(So many mahatmas... to all my salutations.)
charanam 5
hariguNa maNimaya - saramulu galamuna
shObhillu bhakthakOtu lilalO |
telivitO jelimitO garuNa galgi
jagamellanu sudhA dhR.shticE brOcu vaa || (Endharo)
those who sing the glories of Hari
whose essence is like jewels...
singing with knowledge, loving nature,
with compassion and right attitude
who see the world and blesses it
to them my salutations.
(So many mahatmas... to all my salutations.)
charanam 6
hoyalumIra nadulu galgu sarasuni sadA
kanula jaccunu pulaka sha |
rIrulai AnandapayOdi nimagnulai
modambunanu yashamu galavA || (Endharo)
Those who see the beautiful attracting form of Lord in their minds
and whose bodies are thrilled with joy
and faces lit with peace
and completely drowned in bliss
to them... my salutations
(So many mahatmas... to all my salutations.)
charanam 7
nI mEnu nAma vaibhavambulanu ne parakrama dhair[ya] |
mula shAnta mAnasamu nevulanu vacana satyamunu raghuvIra |
[nI]yada sadbhaktiyu janincakanu dhurmatamulanu kallajesi
natti nemadi |
nIringi sAntasambunanuguna bhajanAnanda
kIrtanamu jIyuva || (Endharo)
They praise your form, name, valour, bravery, peaceful heart, true words.
You (Rama) destroy all bad thoughts that prevent people from praying to you,
they know that and they praise your qualities.
(So many mahatmas... to all my salutations.)
charanam 8
parama bAgavata maunevara shashivibhAkara sanakasanandana |
degishAsura kimpurusha kanaka kashipu suta nArada tumburu |
pavanasUnu bAlacandradhara shuka sarojabhava bhUsuravarulu |
parama pAvanalu dhanushashvatulu kamalabhava sukhamu sadAnubhavulu gAka |
Surya, Chandra, Sanaka Sanadhanas, Dikpalas, Devas,
Kimpurushas, Prahalada, Narada, Tumburu,
Anjaneya, Siva, Suka, Brahma, Brahmanas...
they also enjoy the Brahmananda Swaroopa of God (Rama) always.
Still there are others, and salutations to them also.
(So many mahatmas... to all my salutations.)
charanam 9
BhAgavata ramayana gItadi shruti shastra purAnapu marmamulanu |
shivati shunmatamula gUdamulan moppadimukkoti surAnta |
[an]tarangamula bhAvambula nerigi bhavarAga layAdi sowkyamuce cir |
Ayuvula galigi niravadi sokAtmulai tyagarAjatmulainavA |
Those who know the secrets of Bagavatha, Ramayana, Gita, Sruti, Sasthra and the Epics,
six religious schools like Shaiva, the 33 crores of Devas, bhava, raga, tala
they have a long life and enjoy all good things.
charanam 10
prema muppirigonuvela |
nAmamu dalacuvAru |
ramabhaktudaina tyaga |
raja nutuni nijadasulaina vA || (Endharo)
Those beloved of the Lord (Rama),
when bakthi increases they think of your name,
they are Rama bakthas, they are devotees of the Lord of Tyagaraja
who worship you. .
(So many mahatmas... to all my salutations.)
Raagam: shree (22 kharaharapriya janya),
Aarohanam: S R2 M1 P N2 S
Avarohanam: S N2 P D2 N2 P M1 R2 G2 R2 S
taaLam: aadi
Composer: Tyaagaraaja Language: Telugu
pallavi
endarO mahAnubhavulu |
antareeki vandanamulu ||
There are so many Mahatmas. To all my salutations.
anupallavi
candruni varnamu nI anta candramunu |
hR.dayAravindamuna jUci bhramAnanda anubhavincuva || (Endharo)
in the mirror of their hearts
they behold the moon-like face,
beauty and behaviour (of Rama)
and experience supreme joy of Brahmananda...
to such ones , to them my salutations.
(So many mahatmas... to all my salutations.)
charanam 1
sAmagAnalOla manasija |
lAvanya dhanyamUrdhanyu || (Endharo)
to the one who is fond of samagana (Rama),
his beauty in their minds,
they who think (of rama) such are blessed.
(So many mahatmas... to all my salutations.)
charanam 2
mAnasa vanacaravara sancAramu salipi
mUrtibAguga bodaganEdu va || (Endharo)
to those who contemplate on the beauty of
the one who traveled in the forest (Rama)
So many mahatmas... to all my salutations
charanam 3
saraguna pAdamulaku swAntamanu
sarojamunu samarpanamu jEyuvA || (Endharo)
to the feet (of Rama) which is the essence of all gunas,
those who surrender their lotus heart
to such ones, my salutations.
(So many mahatmas... to all my salutations.)
charanam 4
patitapavanudane parAtparuni gurinci
paramArtamagu nijamAr |
gamu tonu pAdutsUnu sallApamuto swaralayAdi
rAgamula teliyuvA || (Endharo)
the one who is purifier of destitute (Rama),
the one who is supreme of supreme (Rama) ,
by singing happily about him in the correct way
knowing the swara, raga and thala
to them my salutations.
(So many mahatmas... to all my salutations.)
charanam 5
hariguNa maNimaya - saramulu galamuna
shObhillu bhakthakOtu lilalO |
telivitO jelimitO garuNa galgi
jagamellanu sudhA dhR.shticE brOcu vaa || (Endharo)
those who sing the glories of Hari
whose essence is like jewels...
singing with knowledge, loving nature,
with compassion and right attitude
who see the world and blesses it
to them my salutations.
(So many mahatmas... to all my salutations.)
charanam 6
hoyalumIra nadulu galgu sarasuni sadA
kanula jaccunu pulaka sha |
rIrulai AnandapayOdi nimagnulai
modambunanu yashamu galavA || (Endharo)
Those who see the beautiful attracting form of Lord in their minds
and whose bodies are thrilled with joy
and faces lit with peace
and completely drowned in bliss
to them... my salutations
(So many mahatmas... to all my salutations.)
charanam 7
nI mEnu nAma vaibhavambulanu ne parakrama dhair[ya] |
mula shAnta mAnasamu nevulanu vacana satyamunu raghuvIra |
[nI]yada sadbhaktiyu janincakanu dhurmatamulanu kallajesi
natti nemadi |
nIringi sAntasambunanuguna bhajanAnanda
kIrtanamu jIyuva || (Endharo)
They praise your form, name, valour, bravery, peaceful heart, true words.
You (Rama) destroy all bad thoughts that prevent people from praying to you,
they know that and they praise your qualities.
(So many mahatmas... to all my salutations.)
charanam 8
parama bAgavata maunevara shashivibhAkara sanakasanandana |
degishAsura kimpurusha kanaka kashipu suta nArada tumburu |
pavanasUnu bAlacandradhara shuka sarojabhava bhUsuravarulu |
parama pAvanalu dhanushashvatulu kamalabhava sukhamu sadAnubhavulu gAka |
Surya, Chandra, Sanaka Sanadhanas, Dikpalas, Devas,
Kimpurushas, Prahalada, Narada, Tumburu,
Anjaneya, Siva, Suka, Brahma, Brahmanas...
they also enjoy the Brahmananda Swaroopa of God (Rama) always.
Still there are others, and salutations to them also.
(So many mahatmas... to all my salutations.)
charanam 9
BhAgavata ramayana gItadi shruti shastra purAnapu marmamulanu |
shivati shunmatamula gUdamulan moppadimukkoti surAnta |
[an]tarangamula bhAvambula nerigi bhavarAga layAdi sowkyamuce cir |
Ayuvula galigi niravadi sokAtmulai tyagarAjatmulainavA |
Those who know the secrets of Bagavatha, Ramayana, Gita, Sruti, Sasthra and the Epics,
six religious schools like Shaiva, the 33 crores of Devas, bhava, raga, tala
they have a long life and enjoy all good things.
charanam 10
prema muppirigonuvela |
nAmamu dalacuvAru |
ramabhaktudaina tyaga |
raja nutuni nijadasulaina vA || (Endharo)
Those beloved of the Lord (Rama),
when bakthi increases they think of your name,
they are Rama bakthas, they are devotees of the Lord of Tyagaraja
who worship you. .
(So many mahatmas... to all my salutations.)
Saturday, 18 November 2006
Morning Poetry
talirin tumbil
kulirin cimizhu
atinullilum
undarivin niravu
atutaanallayo naam tedendatu
atutaanallayo naam nedendatu…
pearl drop glistens
on a leaf blade’s tip—
there is fullness of wisdom
even in that drop.
isn’t that drop all we need
isn’t it all we should get
-- vipinan
Capricon
A Sardarji and a Bengali, both suffering from serious diseases, share the same room in a hospital. They are taken violently ill and they cannot even utter a word.
After a few days of living together, the Bengali gets really bored and
wants to start off a conversation with his fellow patient.
He realises that he has not enough energy left to say a sentence; instead he just attempts to say a word. After much effort he turns to the Sardarji, points his finger towards himself and says "Bengali".
Sardarji doesn't want to let the poor Bengali down who has struggled so hard to start a conversation. Sardarji musters all his energy and says "Punjabi" gesturing the same way as Bengali did.
Bengali is happy now and wants to continue the conversation.
After much more effort this time he says, again pointing his finger
towards himself "Sharath Bose."
Sardarji after some effort says "Devindar Singh".
Bengali is even happier that they now know each other's names.
After some time, Bengali turns towards Sardarji and mustering all his
energy says "Cancer" - -
again doing the same gesture as before...
Sardarji smiles and with some effort says "Capricon."
After a few days of living together, the Bengali gets really bored and
wants to start off a conversation with his fellow patient.
He realises that he has not enough energy left to say a sentence; instead he just attempts to say a word. After much effort he turns to the Sardarji, points his finger towards himself and says "Bengali".
Sardarji doesn't want to let the poor Bengali down who has struggled so hard to start a conversation. Sardarji musters all his energy and says "Punjabi" gesturing the same way as Bengali did.
Bengali is happy now and wants to continue the conversation.
After much more effort this time he says, again pointing his finger
towards himself "Sharath Bose."
Sardarji after some effort says "Devindar Singh".
Bengali is even happier that they now know each other's names.
After some time, Bengali turns towards Sardarji and mustering all his
energy says "Cancer" - -
again doing the same gesture as before...
Sardarji smiles and with some effort says "Capricon."
THE ROSE
THE ROSE
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.
I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.
She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose.
I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?"
I laughed and enthusiastically res ponded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.
"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.
She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids..."
"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. !
"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.
We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and expe rience with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went.
She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet.
I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.
Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.
There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!
There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.
If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.
Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.
The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."
She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose."
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.
At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.
One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.
Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that
It's never too late to be all you can possibly be.
Growing Older is mandatory. Growing up is optional.
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.
I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.
She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose.
I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?"
I laughed and enthusiastically res ponded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.
"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.
She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids..."
"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. !
"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.
We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and expe rience with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went.
She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet.
I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.
Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.
There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!
There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.
If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.
Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.
The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."
She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose."
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.
At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.
One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.
Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that
It's never too late to be all you can possibly be.
Growing Older is mandatory. Growing up is optional.
Same Choice?
Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled children,the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
"When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. "I believe,that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child."Then he told the following story:
Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked,"Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."
Shay struggled over to the team's bench put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher
The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first baseman, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"
Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those watching were on their feet were screaming, "Shay, run home! Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team.
That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world.
Shay didn't make it to another summer and died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled children,the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
"When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. "I believe,that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child."Then he told the following story:
Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked,"Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."
Shay struggled over to the team's bench put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher
The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first baseman, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"
Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those watching were on their feet were screaming, "Shay, run home! Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team.
That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world.
Shay didn't make it to another summer and died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
Speaking English
For those of you who watch what you eat... Here's the final word on
nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those
conflicting medical studies.
1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks
than the British or Americans.
2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than
the British or Americans.
3. The Japanese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart
attacks than the British or Americans.
4. The Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and suffer fewer
heart attacks than the British or Americans.
5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats
and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.
CONCLUSION: Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is
apparently what kills you.
nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those
conflicting medical studies.
1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks
than the British or Americans.
2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than
the British or Americans.
3. The Japanese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart
attacks than the British or Americans.
4. The Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and suffer fewer
heart attacks than the British or Americans.
5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats
and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.
CONCLUSION: Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is
apparently what kills you.
Oh God
Oh God
it is said
that you live in me
In a way
I am a home for you
if it is true
then
I request you
to keep your home neat and clean
as I can't do this anymore
Oh God...
it is said
that you live in me
In a way
I am a home for you
if it is true
then
I request you
to keep your home neat and clean
as I can't do this anymore
Oh God...
Hindu Arabic Nemeric system
Before the rise of the Arab empire, the Hindu-Arabic numeral system was already moving West and was mentioned in Syria in 662 AD
by the Syrian-Orthodox scholar Severus Sebokht who wrote:
"I will omit all discussion of the science of the Indians, ... , of their subtle discoveries in astronomy, discoveries that are more
ingenious than those of the Greeks and the Babylonians, and of their valuable methods of calculation which surpass description.
I wish only to say that this computation is done by means of nine signs. If those who believe, because they speak Greek, that they
have arrived at the limits of science, would read the Indian texts, they would be convinced, even if a little late in the day, that there are
others who know something of value."
Impact on Mathematics
The significance of the development of the positional number system is probably best described by the French mathematician
Pierre Simon Laplace (1749 - 1827) who wrote:
"It is India that gave us the ingenuous method of expressing all numbers by the means of ten symbols, each symbol receiving a value of position, as well as an absolute value; a profound and important idea which appears so simple to us now that we ignore its true merit, but its very simplicity, the great ease which it has lent to all computations, puts our arithmetic in the first rank of useful
inventions, and we shall appreciate the grandeur of this achievement when we remember that it escaped the genius of Archimedes
and Apollonius, two of the greatest minds produced by antiquity."
Tobias Dantzig, the father of George Dantzig had this to say in Number:
"This long period of nearly five thousand years saw the rise and fall of many a civilization, each leaving behind it a heritage of
literature, art, philosophy, and religion. But what was the net achievement in the field of reckoning, the earliest art practiced by man?
An inflexible numeration so crude as to make progress well nigh impossible, and a calculating device so limited in scope that even
elementary calculations called for the services of an expert [...]
Man used these devices for thousands of years without contributing a single important idea to the system [...] Even when compared
with the slow growth of ideas during the dark ages, the history of reckoning presents a peculiar picture of desolate stagnation.
When viewed in this light, the achievements of the unknown Hindu, who some time in the first centuries of our era discovered the
principle of position, assumes the importance of a world event."
by the Syrian-Orthodox scholar Severus Sebokht who wrote:
"I will omit all discussion of the science of the Indians, ... , of their subtle discoveries in astronomy, discoveries that are more
ingenious than those of the Greeks and the Babylonians, and of their valuable methods of calculation which surpass description.
I wish only to say that this computation is done by means of nine signs. If those who believe, because they speak Greek, that they
have arrived at the limits of science, would read the Indian texts, they would be convinced, even if a little late in the day, that there are
others who know something of value."
Impact on Mathematics
The significance of the development of the positional number system is probably best described by the French mathematician
Pierre Simon Laplace (1749 - 1827) who wrote:
"It is India that gave us the ingenuous method of expressing all numbers by the means of ten symbols, each symbol receiving a value of position, as well as an absolute value; a profound and important idea which appears so simple to us now that we ignore its true merit, but its very simplicity, the great ease which it has lent to all computations, puts our arithmetic in the first rank of useful
inventions, and we shall appreciate the grandeur of this achievement when we remember that it escaped the genius of Archimedes
and Apollonius, two of the greatest minds produced by antiquity."
Tobias Dantzig, the father of George Dantzig had this to say in Number:
"This long period of nearly five thousand years saw the rise and fall of many a civilization, each leaving behind it a heritage of
literature, art, philosophy, and religion. But what was the net achievement in the field of reckoning, the earliest art practiced by man?
An inflexible numeration so crude as to make progress well nigh impossible, and a calculating device so limited in scope that even
elementary calculations called for the services of an expert [...]
Man used these devices for thousands of years without contributing a single important idea to the system [...] Even when compared
with the slow growth of ideas during the dark ages, the history of reckoning presents a peculiar picture of desolate stagnation.
When viewed in this light, the achievements of the unknown Hindu, who some time in the first centuries of our era discovered the
principle of position, assumes the importance of a world event."
Sarasvati Nadi Darshan
Discovery and rebirth of Vedic River Sarasvati with the creation of a National Water Grid
Sarasvati River
A very interesting eight-minute movie is based on a series of Sarasvati Darshan Exhibition posters documenting scientific evidence of the Sarasvati River from a number of disciplines including geologists, hydrologists and ground water specialists. The posters also show artifacts and archaeological evidence from the area.
Thursday, 16 November 2006
Tuesday, 14 November 2006
Tabla Child Prodigy
This is a proof that the present life is a continuation of the past life. Present life modified becomes your future life.
Child prodigy Aditya Phatak (age 2.5) from Pune, India plays tabla with his grandfather who sings Jo Bhaje Hari Ko Sada (bhajan by Pandit Bhimsen Joshi).
Child prodigy Aditya Phatak (age 2.5) from Pune, India plays tabla with his grandfather who sings Jo Bhaje Hari Ko Sada (bhajan by Pandit Bhimsen Joshi).
Kaupina Panchakam
Kaupeena Panchakam by Sri Adi Shankaracharya
This is a very short poem with five stanzas written by Shankaracharya which glorifies the life of a Sannyasi. A Sadhu renounces every thing before entering in to Sannyas, and wears only a kaupina aka kaupeena (loin cloth). That too is for the sake of the world.
This is a very short poem with five stanzas written by Shankaracharya which glorifies the life of a Sannyasi. A Sadhu renounces every thing before entering in to Sannyas, and wears only a kaupina aka kaupeena (loin cloth). That too is for the sake of the world.
| Vedantha Vakhyeshu Sada ramantho, Bhikshannamathrena trishtimantha, Vishokamantha karane charantha, Kaupeenavantha Khalu bhaghyavantha -1 Who is reveling in the thoughts of Vedantic declarations, Whom does a meager portion of begged-food satisfy, Who is walking around without a trace of sorrow The man with just the loincloth is indeed the lucky one. -1 Moolam tharo kevalam ashrayantha, Panidhvayam bhokthuma manthrayantha, Kandhamiva sreemapi kuthsayantha, Kaupeenavantha Khalu bhaghyavantha -2 Who rests (sleeps) at the roots of a tree, Taking only two hands-full of food Who is disregarding wealth as a torn piece of cloth The man with just the loincloth is indeed the lucky one. -2 Swananda bhava pari thushti mantha, Sushantha sarvendriya vruthi mantha, Aharnisam brahma sukhe ramantha, Kaupeenavantha Khalu bhaghyavantha - 3 Always contented in the joy of ones own self Who is peaceful by curbing desires his senses Who is immersed day and night in the bliss of Brahman The man with just the loincloth is indeed the lucky one. -3 Dehadhi bhavam parivarthayantha, Swathmana athmanyavalokayantha, Naantha na Madhyam na bahi smarantha, Kaupeenavantha Khalu bhaghyavantha - 4 Always witnessing the changes of his own body, Who is seeing himself as the Self, the changeless, And who never bothers to think about the end, middle and outside (of the world), The man with just the loincloth is indeed the lucky one. -4 Brahmaksharam pavanamucharantho, Brahmahamasmeethi vibhavayantha, Bhikshashano dikshu paribramayantha, Kaupeenavantha Khalu bhaghyavantha - 5 Always singing the sacred glory of Brahman, the eternal Always contemplating that ‘I am Brahman’, Who is wandering around just on alms obtained, The man with just the loincloth is indeed the lucky one. -5 |  |
The Kaupinam
| The Kaupina It is a loin cloth passed between the legs and held by a string at the waist, just enough to cover the private parts. The remainder of the cloth acts as a curtain. Kaupina is a distinctly Indian form of clothing from ancient times. Even today (2006) one can come across priests, fishermen, craftsmen, laborers, tribals, and ascetics wearing only the kaupina. Even women (during their menstrual cycles) used to wear kaupina. People who wore other attires (like dhoti or sari ) also wore kaupina as an undergarment. But its use has decreased after the arrival of machine-made undergarments. |  |
Kaupina in Indian Culture
Kaupina features often in Indian literature.
Sri Shankaracharya has written a poem containing five verses on praising the Kaupina called Kaupina Panchakam
. It is considered to be one of the highest Vedantic text of dispassion for the Sadhaks.
Kaupina is the attire of Lord Shiva, and sadhus who worship him wear the kaupina as the sole clothing as they beg or meditate.
In the recent times, Bhagavan Ramana Maharshi, a great Mahatma, used only a Kaupina as he walked around Arunachala hills in Thiruvannamala.
A part of the Hindu initiation ceremony involves teaching the boys how to wear the kaupina.
You will also see many drawings and temple sculptures with people wearing just a kaupina.
| As part of the History Many illustrations of India drawn by visiting Europeans in 18th and 19th centuries feature men working in a kaupina -- either by choice or out of poverty. Many medieval poets and saints are also described as "clad in kaupina". Kaupina aka Kaupeena, Kaupinam. |  |
revelling in the self
contemplation5.jpg
Originally uploaded by trekkee.
see the joy and peace on his face, the light in his eyes. i had a dream of his wonderful face one day.
bhagavan ramana maharshi
bhagavan_wa16.jpg
Originally uploaded by trekkee.
a self realized master who taught the world through his silence
Think About It
Think - About It
Today before you think of saying an unkind word
Think of someone who can't speak.
Before you complain about the taste of your food
Think of someone who has nothing to eat.
Before you complain about your husband or wife
Think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion.
Today before you complain about life
Think of someone who left too early from this world.
Before you complain about your children
Think of someone who desires children but they're barren.
Before you argue about your dirty house; someone didn't clean or sweep
Think of the people who are living in the streets.
Before whining about the distance you drive
Think of someone who walks the same distance every day.
And when you are tired and complain about your job
Think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job.
But when you think of pointing the finger or condemning another
Remember that three fingers will be pointing at you.
And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down
Put a smile on your face and thank God you're alive and still around.
Life is a gift
Live it...
Enjoy it...
Celebrate it...
And fulfill it.
And while you are at it give Love to someone today
Love someone with what you do and the words you say
Love is not meant to be kept locked inside of us and hidden
So give it away "Give Love to someone today!"
Today before you think of saying an unkind word
Think of someone who can't speak.
Before you complain about the taste of your food
Think of someone who has nothing to eat.
Before you complain about your husband or wife
Think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion.
Today before you complain about life
Think of someone who left too early from this world.
Before you complain about your children
Think of someone who desires children but they're barren.
Before you argue about your dirty house; someone didn't clean or sweep
Think of the people who are living in the streets.
Before whining about the distance you drive
Think of someone who walks the same distance every day.
And when you are tired and complain about your job
Think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job.
But when you think of pointing the finger or condemning another
Remember that three fingers will be pointing at you.
And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down
Put a smile on your face and thank God you're alive and still around.
Life is a gift
Live it...
Enjoy it...
Celebrate it...
And fulfill it.
And while you are at it give Love to someone today
Love someone with what you do and the words you say
Love is not meant to be kept locked inside of us and hidden
So give it away "Give Love to someone today!"
Monday, 13 November 2006
Modern Crows
These crows must be belonging to some R&D wing.
| Clever Crows: Some crows in Japan come up with a clever way to eat food that they naturally wouldn't be able to. | |
Amazing Chinese Acrobat
I dont know how they practice it?
This is just amazing. The video was filmed at the Shanghai Grand Theater in China.
This is just amazing. The video was filmed at the Shanghai Grand Theater in China.
Sunday, 12 November 2006
Tuesday, 12 September 2006
checking the lost link
checking the lost link
Originally uploaded by dhyanji.
Few days old squirrel fell from its nest and was being attacked by crows is when mahesh saw him. and started to take care of it by feeding milk with a filler.
squirrel is always with him , lives in his pocket when he goes for work. now the squirrel is much familiar with the cellphone ringtones of mr. mahesh.
Friday, 14 July 2006
Adi Shankaracharya
SANKARA, The Spiritual General
-- Swami Chinmayananda
Bhagavadpada Acharya Sankara was not only a great thinker and the noblest of Advaitic philosophers, but he was essentially an inspired champion of Hinduism and one of the most vigorous missionaries in our country. Such a powerful leader was needed at that time when Hinduism had been almost smothered within the enticing entanglements of the Buddhistic philosophy, and consequently the decadent Hindu society came to be disunited and broken up into numberless sects and denominations, each championing a different viewpoint and engaged in mutual quarrels and endless argumentations. Each Pundit, as it were, had his own followers, his own philosophy, his own interpretation; each one was a vehement and powerful opponent of all other views. This intellectual disintegration, especially in the scriptural field, was never before so serious and so dangerously calamitous as in the times of Sankara.
It had been at a similar time, when our society was fertile for any ideal thought or practical philosophy to thrive, that the beautiful values of non-injury, self-control, love and affection of the Buddha had come to enchant alike the kings and their subjects of this country. But the general decadence of the age did not spare the Buddhists either. They, among themselves, precipitated different viewpoints, and by the time Sankara appeared on the horizon of Hindu history, the atheistic school of Buddhists (asadvadis) had enticed away large sections of the Hindu folk.
It was into such a chaotic intellectual atmosphere that Sankara brought his life-giving philosophy of the Non-dual Brahman of the Upanishads. It can be very well understood what a colossal work it must have been for any one man to undertake in those days when modern conveniences of mechanical transport and instruments of propaganda were unknown. The genius in Sankara did solve the problem, and by the time he placed at rest his mortal coil, he had whipped the false Buddhistic ideology beyond the shores of our country and had reintegrated the philosophical thoughts in the then Aryavarta (India of ancient times). After centuries of wandering, no doubt richer for her various experiences but tired and fatigued, Bharat came back to her own native thoughts.
In his missionary work of propagating the great philosophical truths of the Upanishads and of rediscovering through them the true cultural basis of our nation, Acharya Sankara had a variety of efficient weapons in his resourceful armory. He was indeed pre-eminently the fittest genius who could have undertaken this self-appointed task as the sole guardian angel of the rishi culture. An exquisite thinker, a brilliant intellect, a personality scintillating with the vision of Truth, a heart throbbing with industrious faith and ardent desire to serve the nation, sweetly emotional and relentlessly logical, in Sankara the Upanishads discovered the fittest spiritual general. It was indeed a vast programme that Sankara had to accomplish within the short span of about twenty effective years: for at the age of thirty-two he had finished his work and had folded up his manifestation among the mortals of the world.
He brought into his work his literary dexterity - both in prose and poetry, and in his hands, under the heat of his fervent ideals, the great Sanskrit language became almost plastic: he could mould it into any shape and into any form. From vigorous prose heavily laden with irresistible arguments to flowing rivulets of lilting tuneful songs of love and beauty, there was no technique in language that Sankara did not take up; and whatever literary form he took up, he proved himself to be a master in it. From masculine prose to soft feminine songs, from marching militant verses to dancing songful words, be he in the halls of the Upanishad commentaries or in the temple of the Brahma-sutra expositions, in the amphitheatre of his Bhagavad-geeta discourses, or in the open flowery fields of his devotional songs, his was a pen that danced to the rhythm of his heart and to the swing of his thoughts.
But pen alone would not have won the war of culture for our country. He showed himself to be great organizer, a farsighted diplomat, a courageous hero and a tireless servant of the country. Selfless and unassuming, this mighty angel strode up and down the length and breadth of the country, serving his motherland and teaching his countrymen to live up to the dignity and glory of Bharat. Such a vast programme can neither be accomplished by an individual nor sustained without institutions of great discipline and perfect organisation. Establishing the mutts, opening temples, organizing halls of education, and even prescribing certain ecclesiastical codes, this mighty master left nothing undone in maintaining what he achieved.
Periods of revival, especially in art and culture, are generally preceded by a renewed enthusiasm in the ancient books and this is as it should be. With reference to the period in which it is happening, revivalism is a revolution, but at the same time, with reference TO the past, it is only an attempt to imbibe the best that was, in order to reinforce the present with it. The cultural atmosphere in our country at this moment is ripe for a revivalist movement and many brilliant signs of it are everywhere, evident to all those who have got eyes to see. Deep philosophical discussions are heard now and then today even in the most unexpected sitting rooms in the busy cities. All over the country, crowds of the faithful are increasingly attending the shrines. Discourses upon the scriptures are becoming increasingly popular, and in very many of them the discussions are often found to be serious and deep. In the context of this newfound enthusiasm in the country we should presume that we are already in an era of cultural revival.
Against such a background, the life and work of Adi Sankara are indeed an inspiration to this country to relive the glorious Hindu Culture. The Acharyas of old never found leisure in their lifetime to write their autobiography or celebrate their birthdays: self-effacement was the very spirit that governed their life and activities. Therefore, all that we know about our great rishis and mystic scholars are but traditions clothed in exaggeration, together describing an adorable creature fleeting across history, an ethereal light that flashes across in its own blinding glory.
There are a number of books dealing with the life and work of Adi Sankara in Sanskrit. Among them, Srimad Sankara Digvijayam of Sri Swami Vidyaranya, the incomparable pontiff of Sringeri in the 14th century, is the most popular and outstanding work. The deep knowledge and vast study of Sri Madhava, while he was the Prime Minister of the Vijayanagar Empire, matured themselves in Sri Swami Vidyaranya to yield to posterity this immortal masterpiece.
Today, there is throughout the country a great enthusiasm in Sankara; the signs of revival are everywhere around us. On Sri Sankara Jayanthi day, we find celebrations everywhere. Unfortunately none of the thundering platforms successfully brings out the personality of this great master from Kalady. A lot is known of Adi Sankara, but very few know of 'The Sankara'. The more we learn to adore him, not as a divine incarnation but as a sincere man inspired to serve the country and reconquer the nation from its slavery to alien ideologies, the more we shall successfully pay our tribute to our own culture.
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-- Swami Chinmayananda
Bhagavadpada Acharya Sankara was not only a great thinker and the noblest of Advaitic philosophers, but he was essentially an inspired champion of Hinduism and one of the most vigorous missionaries in our country. Such a powerful leader was needed at that time when Hinduism had been almost smothered within the enticing entanglements of the Buddhistic philosophy, and consequently the decadent Hindu society came to be disunited and broken up into numberless sects and denominations, each championing a different viewpoint and engaged in mutual quarrels and endless argumentations. Each Pundit, as it were, had his own followers, his own philosophy, his own interpretation; each one was a vehement and powerful opponent of all other views. This intellectual disintegration, especially in the scriptural field, was never before so serious and so dangerously calamitous as in the times of Sankara.
It had been at a similar time, when our society was fertile for any ideal thought or practical philosophy to thrive, that the beautiful values of non-injury, self-control, love and affection of the Buddha had come to enchant alike the kings and their subjects of this country. But the general decadence of the age did not spare the Buddhists either. They, among themselves, precipitated different viewpoints, and by the time Sankara appeared on the horizon of Hindu history, the atheistic school of Buddhists (asadvadis) had enticed away large sections of the Hindu folk.
It was into such a chaotic intellectual atmosphere that Sankara brought his life-giving philosophy of the Non-dual Brahman of the Upanishads. It can be very well understood what a colossal work it must have been for any one man to undertake in those days when modern conveniences of mechanical transport and instruments of propaganda were unknown. The genius in Sankara did solve the problem, and by the time he placed at rest his mortal coil, he had whipped the false Buddhistic ideology beyond the shores of our country and had reintegrated the philosophical thoughts in the then Aryavarta (India of ancient times). After centuries of wandering, no doubt richer for her various experiences but tired and fatigued, Bharat came back to her own native thoughts.
In his missionary work of propagating the great philosophical truths of the Upanishads and of rediscovering through them the true cultural basis of our nation, Acharya Sankara had a variety of efficient weapons in his resourceful armory. He was indeed pre-eminently the fittest genius who could have undertaken this self-appointed task as the sole guardian angel of the rishi culture. An exquisite thinker, a brilliant intellect, a personality scintillating with the vision of Truth, a heart throbbing with industrious faith and ardent desire to serve the nation, sweetly emotional and relentlessly logical, in Sankara the Upanishads discovered the fittest spiritual general. It was indeed a vast programme that Sankara had to accomplish within the short span of about twenty effective years: for at the age of thirty-two he had finished his work and had folded up his manifestation among the mortals of the world.
He brought into his work his literary dexterity - both in prose and poetry, and in his hands, under the heat of his fervent ideals, the great Sanskrit language became almost plastic: he could mould it into any shape and into any form. From vigorous prose heavily laden with irresistible arguments to flowing rivulets of lilting tuneful songs of love and beauty, there was no technique in language that Sankara did not take up; and whatever literary form he took up, he proved himself to be a master in it. From masculine prose to soft feminine songs, from marching militant verses to dancing songful words, be he in the halls of the Upanishad commentaries or in the temple of the Brahma-sutra expositions, in the amphitheatre of his Bhagavad-geeta discourses, or in the open flowery fields of his devotional songs, his was a pen that danced to the rhythm of his heart and to the swing of his thoughts.
But pen alone would not have won the war of culture for our country. He showed himself to be great organizer, a farsighted diplomat, a courageous hero and a tireless servant of the country. Selfless and unassuming, this mighty angel strode up and down the length and breadth of the country, serving his motherland and teaching his countrymen to live up to the dignity and glory of Bharat. Such a vast programme can neither be accomplished by an individual nor sustained without institutions of great discipline and perfect organisation. Establishing the mutts, opening temples, organizing halls of education, and even prescribing certain ecclesiastical codes, this mighty master left nothing undone in maintaining what he achieved.
Periods of revival, especially in art and culture, are generally preceded by a renewed enthusiasm in the ancient books and this is as it should be. With reference to the period in which it is happening, revivalism is a revolution, but at the same time, with reference TO the past, it is only an attempt to imbibe the best that was, in order to reinforce the present with it. The cultural atmosphere in our country at this moment is ripe for a revivalist movement and many brilliant signs of it are everywhere, evident to all those who have got eyes to see. Deep philosophical discussions are heard now and then today even in the most unexpected sitting rooms in the busy cities. All over the country, crowds of the faithful are increasingly attending the shrines. Discourses upon the scriptures are becoming increasingly popular, and in very many of them the discussions are often found to be serious and deep. In the context of this newfound enthusiasm in the country we should presume that we are already in an era of cultural revival.
Against such a background, the life and work of Adi Sankara are indeed an inspiration to this country to relive the glorious Hindu Culture. The Acharyas of old never found leisure in their lifetime to write their autobiography or celebrate their birthdays: self-effacement was the very spirit that governed their life and activities. Therefore, all that we know about our great rishis and mystic scholars are but traditions clothed in exaggeration, together describing an adorable creature fleeting across history, an ethereal light that flashes across in its own blinding glory.
There are a number of books dealing with the life and work of Adi Sankara in Sanskrit. Among them, Srimad Sankara Digvijayam of Sri Swami Vidyaranya, the incomparable pontiff of Sringeri in the 14th century, is the most popular and outstanding work. The deep knowledge and vast study of Sri Madhava, while he was the Prime Minister of the Vijayanagar Empire, matured themselves in Sri Swami Vidyaranya to yield to posterity this immortal masterpiece.
Today, there is throughout the country a great enthusiasm in Sankara; the signs of revival are everywhere around us. On Sri Sankara Jayanthi day, we find celebrations everywhere. Unfortunately none of the thundering platforms successfully brings out the personality of this great master from Kalady. A lot is known of Adi Sankara, but very few know of 'The Sankara'. The more we learn to adore him, not as a divine incarnation but as a sincere man inspired to serve the country and reconquer the nation from its slavery to alien ideologies, the more we shall successfully pay our tribute to our own culture.
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Friday, 30 June 2006
Jal mahal
i never expected or even dreamt that this photo will be in the interestingness of flicker.
front page of explore? wow. a big wow.
thanks to Nikon D70s
front page of explore? wow. a big wow.
thanks to Nikon D70s
Thursday, 29 June 2006
pappaya
this picture featured in the interestingness of the flicker explore.
this pappaya is situated in the ashram grounds of amritapuri.
when i saw the pappaya i was so fascinated.
my sony dfc575 camera did a wonderful job.
this pappaya is situated in the ashram grounds of amritapuri.
when i saw the pappaya i was so fascinated.
my sony dfc575 camera did a wonderful job.
birthday song in Sanskrit
birthday song
sham tanotu hi sarvada mudam |
prarthayamahe bhava satayu:
eshwara sada twam ca rakshatu |
punya karmana keerthimarjaya
jeevanm tava bhavatu saarthakam ||
जन्मदिन गानम्
जन्मदिनमिदम् अयि प्रिय सखे
शंतनोतु हि सर्वदा मुदम् ।
प्रार्थयामहे भव शतायु:
ईश्वर सदा त्वाम् च रक्षतु ।
पुण्य कर्मणा कीर्तिमार्जय
जीवनम् तव भवतु सार्थकम्
anwaya: artha: ca (prose & meaning )
अयि प्रिय सखे जन्मदिनमिदम् शंतनोतु हि
ayi priya sakhe, janmadinam idam sham tanotu hi|
hey dear friend, let this birthday bring peace to youशतायु: भवayi priya sakhe, janmadinam idam sham tanotu hi|
satayu: bhava|
let you live 100 years
ईश्वर: त्वाम् च सदा रक्षतु
eshwara: twam ca sarvada rakshtu.|always, may God protect you also.
पुण्य कर्मणा कीर्तिमार्जय
punya karmana keerthim arjaya|
gain glory through meritorious acts.
जीवनम् तव भवतु सार्थकम्
jeevanam tava bhavatu saarthakam|
let your life be fruitful.
इति सर्वदा मुदम् प्रार्थयामहे
iti sarvada mudam prarthayamhe |Wednesday, 26 April 2006
What I feel Like
A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband.
Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen.
"Careful," he said, "CAREFUL! Put in some more butter!
Oh my GOD! You're cooking too many at once.
TOO MANY!
Turn them!
TURN THEM NOW!
We need more butter.
Oh my GOD! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER?
They're going to STICK! Careful ... CAREFUL!
I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking!
Never!
Turn them!
Hurry up!
Are you CRAZY?
Have you LOST your mind?
Don't forget to salt them.
You know you always forget to salt them.
Use the salt.
USE THE SALT! THE SALT!"
The wife stared at him.
"What in the world is wrong with you?
You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"
The husband calmly replied,
"I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving."
Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen.
"Careful," he said, "CAREFUL! Put in some more butter!
Oh my GOD! You're cooking too many at once.
TOO MANY!
Turn them!
TURN THEM NOW!
We need more butter.
Oh my GOD! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER?
They're going to STICK! Careful ... CAREFUL!
I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking!
Never!
Turn them!
Hurry up!
Are you CRAZY?
Have you LOST your mind?
Don't forget to salt them.
You know you always forget to salt them.
Use the salt.
USE THE SALT! THE SALT!"
The wife stared at him.
"What in the world is wrong with you?
You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"
The husband calmly replied,
"I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving."
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