tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51370038373495945062024-03-04T20:27:23.677-08:00In Eternal Bliss...meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-5198540801850623372009-01-02T10:06:00.000-08:002009-01-02T10:16:34.056-08:00Happy New Year, 2009<em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">A very peaceful , blissful and divine new year! </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">step on, its beautiful than beauteous, peaceful than paradise, truer than truth itself. experience the radiance of 2009... wishing thou thy wishes for the best! </span></em>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-5841222433961413872008-12-24T11:01:00.000-08:002008-12-24T11:04:05.474-08:00Provoking<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Long time...no show!!!<br />i thought my blog was missing me...so i just paid a visit, but then, it really begged n pleaded me to leave footprints for it can remember until i come back again... so, i just thought..."why not"... ! ;)<br />this is Dhanur masam... and there is no pravachan , neither any sat sang, nor any kind of nama smarana... that this soul is doing.... and the 'deham'... is so uselessly loitering around on this earth!!<br />i wish, my words, my thoughts, my emotions reach the destined place... and i hope soon, because waiting is a depressing, sorrowful and painful action.<br />when i stretch my hands i feel Heavens falling over me... but... the feeling disappears quickly because i only feel it not experience it... i hope it happens soon.<br />the road to the Lord is narrow,long, and full of hurdles... i wish i can pass it n reach the destiny...and i hope soon.<br />my longing i am afraid will not last long...cause its not that powerful nor that deep neither that great... but i wish it becomes pure and qualified for the Gods to hear me, and i hope soon.<br />i find myself always stressing on "Discrimination"... one of the first lessons in Bhagavad Gita... i feel its the most difficult. i should admit i can't tell whats good and bad.. whats correct whats wrong... i have been struggling... and i have become a mess now! or have i messed it up....! ??? its always question mark....<br />i pray... we all reach the abode of the Almighty one day...<br />Merry Christmas!<br /></span></span></span>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-53032624960642405942008-12-24T10:17:00.000-08:002008-12-24T11:01:17.118-08:00Merry Christmas<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br />A very very merry Christmas!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-12792512913914907992008-10-05T11:02:00.000-07:002008-10-05T12:27:16.500-07:00just like that...<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">"He is all pervading, unchanging Supreme Being. Is the purest of the pure. He is there in all hearts of holy men.He inspires sacred words like preists at the altar. He is dear like a guest in the household. And manifests throughout the universal life forces - the seas, the earth and the mountains" - Rig veda 4.40.5<br /><br />india is rich with so may litreture works.... and vedas top all of them.<br />once in one of the lecture demonstrations, the guru defined "bharath" as to "brahma vidyam thasyam ramathey ithi bharath "<br />the treasure is so huge that one life is not in the least sufficient to learn them all, then where is the question of practice!?!<br />many would preach to practice one and excel in that, which will inturn lead to the same "eternal bliss" ... but if one feels so curious to learn all that is given in upnishads, sutras, vedhas, bhagavad gita... life of an ordinary man is not sufficient.<br />but.... our scared book "bhagavad gita", says in one of its chapters that bhakthi is the most profound path and the most easiest and the most effective. God loves the soul which surrenders to Him.<br />but again, kali yugam also preaches that along with bhakthi, there should also be gyana (knowledge)....<br />for every to soul to enlighten, a guru is a must.. a guru might be any other soul or ones own soul. ones own soul will be easy only through means of bhakthi... where ones own soul becomes the God himself because most commonly the bhaktha would picture himself as the Lover.<br />radha, the gopikas are the best examples for Bhakthi...<br />" surrender" -- in Bhagavad gita, there is one verse:<br />" karpanyo dhoshaha pahatha svabhava, prichyami thvam dhrama samkuta cheteha, yescheye stha nischinta, bruhi shisyaste, shadhimam tvam prapanam."<br />this verse explains the complete surrender of Arjuna to Sri Krishna... a very beautiful verse which basially begins the gita.<br />gyana and bhakthi.... together brings a soul to the state of bliss, enlightment....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-15532783866627038882008-09-12T11:36:00.000-07:002008-09-13T12:15:39.713-07:00"Maya Ravan" -- modernized dance-drama by Shobhana<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbwUOIHVBPEJMPeD7N4EZjh_3_qeZX120yJ1VRlnuY6KKg2hyphenhyphen1t6D1dsa_3gYlIioNiuy-PZTcDC8ioHJYfzqSm9DHRvdEcOqMYngNsXe-QL5Po-92FEYyxGLxJiVQ0cYiaf9hSzPX6M/s1600-h/shobhana.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbwUOIHVBPEJMPeD7N4EZjh_3_qeZX120yJ1VRlnuY6KKg2hyphenhyphen1t6D1dsa_3gYlIioNiuy-PZTcDC8ioHJYfzqSm9DHRvdEcOqMYngNsXe-QL5Po-92FEYyxGLxJiVQ0cYiaf9hSzPX6M/s320/shobhana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245580846798998850" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;">A premier in Bangalore, for the "46th Bengaloru Ganesh Utsav" festival. Yesterday was Shobhana's 'Maya Ravan'... where shobhana takes the role of kaykeyi in the start and then Mayavi ravana.<br />It was held at APS college grounds and the grounds was filled with people all over.<br />expressions, music, narration by famous film industry persons, visual effects was a beauty to watch and hear!<br />It first began with Kaykeyi (Shobhana). 'Mantra' laid by the 'spirit of Ravana' was a self made twist in the epic, where Kaykeyi gets influnced to send Lord Rama in excile for 14 yrs. This 'spirit of ravana' entering mantra inturn into kaykeyi took the audience aback!<br />during the 'Seetha Swayamvaram'...the very well known "break-the- bow -of -lord shiva" was absent. rather only to lift and to shoot it was portrayed! another drawback i should say in showcasing the great epic "Ramayana".<br />the designer-costumes, visuals effects and the music (though with a lot of box office hits)... were the highlight.<br />the well publicized show and the famous actress could have been the reason for the mad rush.<br />one would have to search for bharatanatyam steps in the ballet. a lot of Odissi and mainly semi-classical dance steps were showcased.A good bold try on the stage in India i should say.<br />the dramatic dialogues (all in English) was a great asset. few scenes were very emotional and effective like the sringar rasa of ravana towards seetha, conversation between ravana and mandodhari and the description of Ravana himself and his lonliness during the night he was to die.<br />but, i would have appreciated if words such as "you old donkey" describing ravana by seetha would have not been employed.<br />the scene where Hanuman chalisa was chanted by the Vanaras was fabulous. a very good thought, were all the vanaras chanted it in their own style and voice.<br />i could find a lot of twists done to the epic by the writers of the play! Like hanuman had to introduce himself to Rama rather that Rama figuring it out by the Chudamani Hanuman wore. and like the agni pariksha of seetha, forced by lakshamana and not by rama!<br />the drama would have been well appreciated if movie songs were restrained from usage. songs like "Narumgaye", "Chinnamma chilamma", parineeta's song (i dont quite remember the title now), and few old malayalam and tamil songs were used for bharatanatyam dance was inept.<br />Mandodhari had a played her role very well and seetha suited to her character aptly.<br />the final war between rakshasas and vanaras was also very well choreographed.<br />though, the death of Ravana was not that very dramatic as was expected (though i also guess, this might have been purposefully underplayed )<br />infact selection of all characters has been regarded well and excellent sychronization.<br />on the whole, "Maya Ravana" was an effort in bringing classical and semi-classical together making it stand somewhere inbetween!<br />for review from chennai premier:<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">http://www.thehindu.com/mp/2007/07/09/stories/2007070950230500.htm</span><br />can also see:<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">http://www.hinduonnet.com/thehindu/mp/2008/07/12/stories/2008071251821200.htm</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">http://www.buzz18.com/interviews/movies/ram-was-blue-ravan-was-gold/78961/0</span><br /></span></span>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-22287857501253580462008-09-05T11:21:00.000-07:002008-09-05T11:48:51.928-07:00Naalayira Divya Prabandham...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdiaOAw55a0THM8l3bP8U_-JghjyLlqAg6nesMtC10A5xzH_x1HAn0w1-E0geyx5KeVD9zvvkn9rqNgSCilHgEqbzcWFnEmiDYi7Q-iWcfT900F1juFXqnbA8QMCA7D9oioYlDf1ilOWc/s1600-h/77841133_5a07324004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdiaOAw55a0THM8l3bP8U_-JghjyLlqAg6nesMtC10A5xzH_x1HAn0w1-E0geyx5KeVD9zvvkn9rqNgSCilHgEqbzcWFnEmiDYi7Q-iWcfT900F1juFXqnbA8QMCA7D9oioYlDf1ilOWc/s320/77841133_5a07324004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242608556688085714" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">The <b>Nalayira Divya Prabandha</b> (or <b>Nalayira Divya Prabhandham</b>) is a collection of 4,000 verses (Naalayira in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tamil_language" title="Tamil language">Tamil</a> means 'four thousand') composed before 8th century AD,<span style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span>by the 12 <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alvars" title="Alvars">Alvars</a>, and was compiled in its present form by Nathamuni during the 9th – 10th centuries. The work is the beginning of the canonization of the 12 Vaishnava poet saints, and these hymns are still sung extensively even today. The works were lost before they were collected and organized in the form of an anthology by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nathamuni" title="Nathamuni">Nathamuni</a>.</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">The Prabandha sings the praise of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narayana" title="Narayana">Narayana</a> (or <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vishnu" title="Vishnu">Vishnu</a>) and his many forms. The Alvars sung these songs at various sacred shrines. These shrines are known as the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divya_Desams" title="Divya Desams">Divya Desams</a>.</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">In South India, especially in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tamil_Nadu" title="Tamil Nadu">Tamil Nadu</a>, the Divya Prabhandha is considered as equal to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vedas" title="Vedas">Vedas</a>, hence the epithet <b>Dravida Veda</b>.<sup class="noprint Template-Fact"><span title="This claim needs references to reliable sources since May 2008" style="white-space: nowrap;">[<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Citation_needed" title="Wikipedia:Citation needed">citation needed</a>]</span></sup> In many temples, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Srirangam" title="Srirangam">Srirangam</a>, for example, the chanting of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divya_Prabhandham" title="Divya Prabhandham" class="mw-redirect">Divya Prabhandham</a> forms a major part of the daily service. Prominent among the 4,000 verses are the 1,100+ verses known as the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Thiru_Vaaymozhi&action=edit&redlink=1" class="new" title="Thiru Vaaymozhi (page does not exist)">Thiru Vaaymozhi</a>, composed by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nammalvar" title="Nammalvar">Nammalvar</a> (Kaaril Maaran Sadagopan) of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Thiruk_Kurugoor&action=edit&redlink=1" class="new" title="Thiruk Kurugoor (page does not exist)">Thiruk Kurugoor</a>.</p><script type="text/javascript">//<![CDATA[ if (window.showTocToggle) { var tocShowText = "show"; var tocHideText = "hide"; showTocToggle(); } //]]> </script> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><a name="Compilation" id="Compilation"></a><span class="mw-headline">Compilation</span></p><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">These once thought of being lost were collected and organized in the form of an anthology by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nathamuni" title="Nathamuni">Nathamuni</a>.</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Nathamuni was born in Veera Naarayanapuram (Veeranam) or present day Kaattu Mannaar Koil. There is a lot of gap in time between <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thirumangai_Alvar" title="Thirumangai Alvar" class="mw-redirect">Thirumangai Alvar</a>(the last alvar) and Nathamuni. In this dark period, nobody knew what happened to the 4000 verses.</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Legend has it that once Nathamuni heard some people reciting the decad of 'Aaraavamude' of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nammaazhvaar" title="Nammaazhvaar" class="mw-redirect">Nammaazhvaar</a> at <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kumbakonam" title="Kumbakonam">Kumbakonam</a>. Captivated by these paasurams,he wanted to know more about them. One of the verses also mentioned 'aayiraththul ippaththu' (Tamil: these 10 out of the 1000). When Nathamuni enquired about the remaining 990, the people who sang the 10 did not know anything about the other verses. But as the song mentioned the name and place of the alvar (kurugoor satakopan), Nathamuni proceeded to Thirukurugoor and asked the people there about Swami Nammazhwar's 1000 verses.</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">The people did not know the 1000 that Nathamuni wanted, but they told him about 11 pasurams of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madhurakavi_Alvar" title="Madhurakavi Alvar">Madhurakavi Alvar</a>, who was the disciple of Nammaazhvaar (Kanninun Siruthaambu. They asked him to go to Thiruppuliaazhwar, the place were <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nammaazhvaar" title="Nammaazhvaar" class="mw-redirect">Nammaazhvaar</a> lived, and recite these 11 pasurams for 12000 times. Nathamuni did as advised, and pleased with his penance, Nammaazhvaar granted him not only his 1000 pasurams, but the entire 4000 parsurams of all the alvars.</p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><a name="Details_of_Pasurams" id="Details_of_Pasurams"></a><span class="mw-headline">Details of Pasurams</span></p><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">The following table shows the details of the 4000 pasurams.</p> <table class="wikitable" style="width: 711px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); height: 885px;"><tbody><tr> <th>Sl no</th> <th>Name of the prabandham</th> <th>Starting from</th> <th>Ending with</th> <th>Number of pasurams</th> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><th>Sung by</th> </tr> <tr> <td>1</td> <td>periazhvar thirumozhi</td> <td>1</td> <td>473</td> <td>473</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Periyalvar" title="Periyalvar">Periyalvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>2</td> <td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thiruppavai" title="Thiruppavai">thiruppavai</a></td> <td>474</td> <td>503</td> <td>30</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aandaal" title="Aandaal">Aandaal</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>3</td> <td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nachiar_Tirumozhi" title="Nachiar Tirumozhi">Nachiar Tirumozhi</a></td> <td>504</td> <td>646</td> <td>143</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aandaal" title="Aandaal">Aandaal</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>4</td> <td>perumal thirumozhi</td> <td>647</td> <td>751</td> <td>105</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kulasekara_Alvar" title="Kulasekara Alvar" class="mw-redirect">Kulasekara Alvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>5</td> <td>thiruchchanda viruththam</td> <td>752</td> <td>871</td> <td>120</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thirumalisai_Alvar" title="Thirumalisai Alvar">Thirumalisai Alvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>6</td> <td>thirumalai</td> <td>872</td> <td>916</td> <td>45</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thondaradippodi_Alvar" title="Thondaradippodi Alvar">Thondaradippodi Alvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>7</td> <td>thiruppalliyezhuchchi</td> <td>917</td> <td>926</td> <td>10</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thondaradippodi_Alvar" title="Thondaradippodi Alvar">Thondaradippodi Alvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>8</td> <td>amalanadhi piran</td> <td>927</td> <td>936</td> <td>10</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thiruppaan_Alvar" title="Thiruppaan Alvar">Thiruppaan Alvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>9</td> <td>kanni nun siruththambu</td> <td>937</td> <td>947</td> <td>11</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madhurakavi_Alvar" title="Madhurakavi Alvar">Madhurakavi Alvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>10</td> <td>peria thirumozhi</td> <td>948</td> <td>2031</td> <td>1084</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thirumangai_Alvar" title="Thirumangai Alvar" class="mw-redirect">Thirumangai Alvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>11</td> <td>kurun thandagam</td> <td>2032</td> <td>2051</td> <td>20</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thirumangai_Alvar" title="Thirumangai Alvar" class="mw-redirect">Thirumangai Alvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>12</td> <td>nedum thandagam</td> <td>2052</td> <td>2081</td> <td>30</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thirumangai_Alvar" title="Thirumangai Alvar" class="mw-redirect">Thirumangai Alvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>13</td> <td>mudhal thiruvandhadhi</td> <td>2082</td> <td>2181</td> <td>100</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poigai_Alvar" title="Poigai Alvar">Poigai Alvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>14</td> <td>irandam thiruvandhadhi</td> <td>2182</td> <td>2281</td> <td>100</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhoothathalvar" title="Bhoothathalvar">Bhoothathalvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>15</td> <td>moonram thiruvandhadhi</td> <td>2282</td> <td>2381</td> <td>100</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peyalvar" title="Peyalvar">Peyalvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>16</td> <td>naanmugan thiruvandhadhi</td> <td>2382</td> <td>2477</td> <td>96</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thirumalisai_Alvar" title="Thirumalisai Alvar">Thirumalisai Alvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>17</td> <td>thiruviruththam</td> <td>2478</td> <td>2577</td> <td>100</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nammalvar" title="Nammalvar">Nammalvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>18</td> <td>thiruvasiriyam</td> <td>2578</td> <td>2584</td> <td>7</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nammalvar" title="Nammalvar">Nammalvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>19</td> <td>peria thiruvandhadhi</td> <td>2585</td> <td>2671</td> <td>87</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nammalvar" title="Nammalvar">Nammalvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>20</td> <td>thiruvezhukkurrirukkai</td> <td>2672</td> <td>2672</td> <td>1</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thirumangai_Alvar" title="Thirumangai Alvar" class="mw-redirect">Thirumangai Alvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>21</td> <td>siriya thirumadal</td> <td>2673</td> <td>2712</td> <td>40</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thirumangai_Alvar" title="Thirumangai Alvar" class="mw-redirect">Thirumangai Alvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>22</td> <td>peria thiru madal</td> <td>2713</td> <td>2790</td> <td>78</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thirumangai_Alvar" title="Thirumangai Alvar" class="mw-redirect">Thirumangai Alvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>23</td> <td>thiruvay mozhi</td> <td>2791</td> <td>3892</td> <td>1102</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nammalvar" title="Nammalvar">Nammalvar</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td>24</td> <td>ramanusa noorandhadhi</td> <td>3893</td> <td>4000</td> <td>108</td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Thiruvarangathamudhanar&action=edit&redlink=1" class="new" title="Thiruvarangathamudhanar (page does not exist)">Thiruvarangathamudhanar</a></td> </tr> <tr><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td></tr><tr><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;">total number of pasurams <br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"> <br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;">4000<br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td></tr><tr><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td></tr><tr><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td></tr><tr><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;">for further links :<br /><ul><li>http://www.srivaishnavam.com/prabandham.htm</li><li>http://www.munitrayam.org/andavanashram/gurupara.htm</li></ul></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td></tr><tr><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td></tr><tr> <td><br /></td> <td><br /></td> <td><br /></td> <td><br /></td> <td><br /></td> <td style="vertical-align: top;"><br /></td><td><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-56262607498900480642008-09-05T09:19:00.000-07:002008-09-05T09:30:02.041-07:00elated hearts....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3UVFDUjcSh9I1KduGLVvL3BfW3IORun6QOXyjopGlEmdn9ZHXHRucaNhUGj5DoBhu8CM9qvRdolKfx0-eCqAvWWgiicknNSOfvg24zTPXVNcyIlTU0j8PqPSqupnVHpFr8UmwW2SrvEs/s1600-h/egyptian.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3UVFDUjcSh9I1KduGLVvL3BfW3IORun6QOXyjopGlEmdn9ZHXHRucaNhUGj5DoBhu8CM9qvRdolKfx0-eCqAvWWgiicknNSOfvg24zTPXVNcyIlTU0j8PqPSqupnVHpFr8UmwW2SrvEs/s320/egyptian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242575341180894866" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">i never knew what was the zenith of elation.... at least i never knew that utmost elation would make the heart very heavy... heaviness not because of the happiness, but rather with a grief of the heart longing for more...and more...<br />contentment -- this word doesn't ring any bell in the mind...<br />all the trained discipline, control of emotions, everything just disappears...<br />its just plain... i want more!<br />like the three little words which brought Tom Sawyer misery to his life... hope this doesn't bring grief to mine!<br />but... i want more...<br /><br /></span></span>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-3280391779101657522008-07-10T18:02:00.000-07:002008-12-12T23:17:14.491-08:00Words...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRmpzr1n8RMHEd8E0vKZYHtJ3A9ove1PkBhT3nMWqehyOT5-t49vNMqH5MHEnJwGOrviwX0xg5tv8sO6NWhhsxUvNpwCiL7kFLAweU85Duc3375cN3IAC2U8PeH3eV07rKYg6Y9iVFDI/s1600-h/krishnarjuna.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221556273690430610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRmpzr1n8RMHEd8E0vKZYHtJ3A9ove1PkBhT3nMWqehyOT5-t49vNMqH5MHEnJwGOrviwX0xg5tv8sO6NWhhsxUvNpwCiL7kFLAweU85Duc3375cN3IAC2U8PeH3eV07rKYg6Y9iVFDI/s320/krishnarjuna.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRmpzr1n8RMHEd8E0vKZYHtJ3A9ove1PkBhT3nMWqehyOT5-t49vNMqH5MHEnJwGOrviwX0xg5tv8sO6NWhhsxUvNpwCiL7kFLAweU85Duc3375cN3IAC2U8PeH3eV07rKYg6Y9iVFDI/s1600-h/krishnarjuna.jpg"></a></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><em>Words can motivate,<br />Words can kill,<br />Words can bring a smile,<br />Words can make you love,<br />Words can bring wars,<br />Words can bring peace,<br />Words can enlighten a soul.<br /><br />I do not cognize a thing until<br />I don’t form a word for it.<br /><br />I can’t comprehend why<br />I write, now, on words.<br /><br />If he controls the sense organs,<br />He has controlled himself.<br />If he controls his mouth,<br />He has controlled the whole world.<br />I know not of control. Any control.<br />I lost discipline…<br />I lost all…<br /><br />I can’t comprehend why<br />I write, now, on words.<br /><br />I do not maketh the soul,<br />Which seeks preachers.<br /><br />Giving in the senses’ pleasure.<br />Sense’s power, pride, preference<br />I started losing each of it.<br />Hands, legs, eyes and finally mouth.<br />Abandoning the controls did I lose<br />Trust… from people, never lost before.<br />Words have done a wonder on me.<br /><br />I can’t comprehend much why<br />I write, now, on words.<br /><br />Preachers were past to me<br />Deaf hears are only here.<br /><br />Words can bring trust<br />Words can bring faith<br />Words can bring a soul<br />A soul to bring meaning to life.<br />And more meaning to death.<br />Because death becomes life.<br />Paradoxical life, don’t we lead!<br /><br />I can comprehend why<br />I write, now, on words.<br /><br />Here I am…leading to nowhere<br />Gone past the spaces to kill.<br /><br />Murders, communion…<br />What difference does it make<br />To a soul which has lost value of senses.<br />Because I lost words… I lost preachers…<br />I lost discipline… I lost discrimination…<br />I lost whole value system…<br />I lost a birth…<br /><br />Kill, my lord, the unruly mind<br />Guide me to the feet of yours.<br /><br /></div></em></span>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-59374365103833996442008-07-09T17:36:00.001-07:002008-12-12T23:17:14.729-08:00happiness thru unhappiness<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Xk2IHz3A5ZsCfpH_ibTCTqpuQ9tQrvcwKYRqT4-91G8fgsqWjUaqO-Dk_nWMeScXS4Qgf0fFJP0YYTM1U_frp6c8WGBE_HGh6WQiO020BY8vv_K9fwBMXfjD5kyXpyoVvPXI8PgGNWM/s1600-h/old+village.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221178014763947586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Xk2IHz3A5ZsCfpH_ibTCTqpuQ9tQrvcwKYRqT4-91G8fgsqWjUaqO-Dk_nWMeScXS4Qgf0fFJP0YYTM1U_frp6c8WGBE_HGh6WQiO020BY8vv_K9fwBMXfjD5kyXpyoVvPXI8PgGNWM/s320/old+village.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;">How happy things affects the world at large! How happy things make it unhappy…. How much do one has to put up with happiness…<br />I dint know Man can be such a creature. A creature known only to destroy… only to discover what he could destroy… and happiness is one thing he wants to destroy… don’t ask me, "why the heck would Man want to destroy happiness? When all hes been doing for ages is attain that happiness?" …. Well my answer would be "that he imagined to be happiness." Those of you who understood good for you. Full stop.<br />I happen to realize very recently that man actually doesn’t need happiness, its more psychological … he wanted to be happy, unfortunately he is not, so he says I am better being unhappy. That is one point of view, which a dunce might choose, a little better headed might go for … "the sympathy play" – "look how sad iam! Look how many problems I have on my head. Look how responsible I should behave and how difficult it is be like me. And finally look at me, I am putting up with all this."<br />Now that’s like a psychological play, the unknown mind would have performed a task like this when you were very young. Now analyse yourself – how many people when kids, had been happy to tie a brightly shown bandage to school????!!! How happy you were when showing friends that you have been hurt? How you displayed it? Look at your little brain then, it had already calculated the bloody world right then. And now you are big enough to cognize this, it has nurtured itself into something more.<br />Now, you are happy seeing yourself unhappy! Precisely, you are happy you are being observed, you are happy you are pitied, you are happy you are unique because you are being talked about ‘how unhappy you are’. Don’t tell me you don’t. you would be fooling yourself. Just accept as is and, try switching over the plugs… it makes a difference to be happy when you are happy but not talked about!<br />I know a man at my work place... we are given enough work to spend some 12 hours at office everyday on a particular month!... he is a kind of a person who shows the tension on his face. A tension which tells the other man that, ‘ I have a problem much bigger than that of what you have.’ I used to wonder why was everybody so tensed about everything, bloody hell, they are in this office working hard, and so unhappy with what they are doing and yet proud of it because they have a problem bigger than others. Because they have a responsibility bigger than others. Because they have a seen the reality of life! Well, I put this sentence now because, that’s the trend now. Everybody who is suffering their neck-off have seen the reality of life… more you suffer, the more you seen from life.<br />And now comes another man, who is totally happy all time. Having equal number of work, equal number responsibility on his head. But he is found happy all the time. What is he talked about? – "he is never working. What does he know about office and home responsibility?" but actually he might be the one who is able. But unfortunately he is happy! I know how people get so frustrated by looking at him. Oh ghosh, the kind of hatred that he faces from others, reason being, he is happy.<br />And, did you realize that, movies which have a sad ending is always a big hit? That’s called reality they say. You see a miserable movie, they say….thats reality. You see a damn happy-ending movie, damn nicey-nice movie…’oh, what a imaginable world are they in?..no way it can happen in my life, atleast.’<br />And have you realized one another thing – that people keep asking you of your weakness?!...i don’t want to give examples here… I just hate questions which can bring you down.<br />So, what is this that makes man so happy with unhappiness? Why does he beat around unhappiness?<br />Realize that, a happy life, a happy soul, a smiling face has a reality in life too. Realize that, happy minds succeed better (but ofcuz without much recognition in the short run), climb the ladder with a smile…you might see people pullin you down…don’t stop, keep deaf ears and continue to climb with a smile. </span></em></div>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-13568558816057562582008-06-25T05:28:00.000-07:002008-12-12T23:17:15.069-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2ukLWOIieOwKRVhYpQp6s56Akee5AAbM6QYssA3p91xucwSiWzXagi6M3DWSETJpCVtYk1cRlnZAn2NedVXaKBnsh202bgStqK_drQrKDD3OM6QXa5WROBxmq_-ULWDNLp5XnLQX92o/s1600-h/egyptian.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215795111448570146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2ukLWOIieOwKRVhYpQp6s56Akee5AAbM6QYssA3p91xucwSiWzXagi6M3DWSETJpCVtYk1cRlnZAn2NedVXaKBnsh202bgStqK_drQrKDD3OM6QXa5WROBxmq_-ULWDNLp5XnLQX92o/s320/egyptian.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;">i was on vacation, 6 full days... one of the most pleasant days i can cherish my life time... i aint writing all that i had done cuz it wud ages for you read, so iam sparing you ( wont get dat chance very often!!! :P) very well... so i left to chennai directly from Hyderabad... and guess what... i left in such a hurry that the ratio of boarding the train was 1:2.... but thankfully, the train was worse than me!! haha... it delayed by 15 min!</span></em><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;">you know i jus realised iam narratings things on my blog!!! no no thats not the purpose... but hey, few exceptions are always allowed in any kind of culture...and especially in Indian culture! :P</span></em><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;">so here i go ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKQDaQOTmOzc99N3XAu6-QyigxkQC9S71ZmvDfwzBr1SjcSTH_CkKA3CKmAp3YWNpJCfgSimsodHHv2HsI9gjCEDW0UZKJ-dkt-0FTAVkW4OG_8z_Q998pl5IBguGlJozVbN-vxM-1N0/s1600-h/rosie_fairytales.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216110412019388098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKQDaQOTmOzc99N3XAu6-QyigxkQC9S71ZmvDfwzBr1SjcSTH_CkKA3CKmAp3YWNpJCfgSimsodHHv2HsI9gjCEDW0UZKJ-dkt-0FTAVkW4OG_8z_Q998pl5IBguGlJozVbN-vxM-1N0/s320/rosie_fairytales.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;">i went to my Bro's frn's home...refreshed and left for the university, finished the formalities and went to my Guru's home, had to meet him regarding the admissions (and glad i met him, it has been a very long time)...was very good! </span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;">went to my frn's place... had a very long long chat until 3 45 AM then slept woke up...it was my frn's b'day...had loads n loads of fun!!! it was such a great day... and spent like 2 days just with frns arnd.... beautiful mornings, lovly afternoons and pleasant evenings and chattin nights....well (so many undisclosed.... u dont hav to everything i did.. okay! btw... this is not a narratory blog...:P) kewl... everything went smoothly and a wonderful time i would cherish my lifetime! </span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;">came back home .... home sweet home.... thatha, ammamma, amma, nana, raghu mama, hyma pinni... evrybody thr! it was fun.... my thatha being the hero ofcuz... grabs the attention of everybody in watever health condition he is. you shud meet him...he is a walkin encyclopedia... you can talk to him about any topic... his best choice - geagraphy, next comes astrology... philosophy.... income tax....corruption....animals...birds....human ( a lil bad at it...cuz he is a perfectionist and expects evrybody to be so...even me??!!!! how can i be?? hehehe...) anything under the sun and even above it! he can talk about "Sirius" star... he would tell you a world of information about that, about salvation/enlightement... he loves and appreciates music than even the best singer known... i can write a book on him... a blog is jus not enough! but now...he is not keeping well... he is pretty old... but he has (acoording to me) crossed the borders of body control over mind... i dont understand y he is still unwell wen he can fight very well...God has somthing in store ...iam sure! so i spent with him a lot of time...infact i want keep spending time only with him...takin care of him.... i hope iam granted that gracefulness from the Lord to take care of a great soul. </span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;">well.... with a very heart i left the place... back to the old dungeaon of office... the Arctic Fridge...where one cannot breath pleasant air...only the chillness of ice....i dont understand y do they keep it so damn cold... iam very confident if i continue here for long i ll jus freeze to die! but ofcuz i shud mention this... ppl here are so warm...may b...by these nice ppl i might jus walk due to their warmthness! :) (A)... (i knw iam such an angel! ) </span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;">alright... today's post was basiaclly a narration...i will post some nice things from next one....( not as if this is not nice...but its def borin for a person who is reading this unknwn article...) dat too not a very humourous one. now a days who wants borin-sentimental articles....everybody wants to laugh...(bcuz thats the only thing which is in scarce...) and for me thats the only thing a Soul should always search for....In Eternal Bliss...</span></em>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-46408025536537115282008-06-17T04:52:00.000-07:002008-12-12T23:17:15.244-08:00June 17th<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWthLOx-TnRtiTi72ofK3sWu5p_Pw_FDRvYY6dVhohQfs6aRlqLdU9Q6elnBjEFeeg_gxNL_7iEuK_s0pyb9q6vFG5P9OBq85pUPOadkNyMNhC0UhS8LFJXQyvOgb1l_DQMDkVeJoq9Zo/s1600-h/teddy.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212818375523747426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWthLOx-TnRtiTi72ofK3sWu5p_Pw_FDRvYY6dVhohQfs6aRlqLdU9Q6elnBjEFeeg_gxNL_7iEuK_s0pyb9q6vFG5P9OBq85pUPOadkNyMNhC0UhS8LFJXQyvOgb1l_DQMDkVeJoq9Zo/s320/teddy.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#ff9966;">today is my friend's birthday.... she s sangeetha! </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#ff9966;">happy birthday sangee....!!! </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#ff9966;">i am actually leaving back home from office... and really i have nothing on my mind to post...except to re-iterate what happened during the day, which i feel is the most boring thing to do...what use is that??? putting in words what already happened...only if it was something eruditing or some pearls of wisdom...but as if somthing of that sort might happen in my life!! :P </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#ff9966;">alright... you keep smiling... no matter what... </span></em></div>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-40621481357147769522008-06-15T23:21:00.000-07:002008-12-12T23:17:16.558-08:00Impact day -- activity thread --happiness behind bars<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdtvLq8T9uYwKsIqIW3sVmet3reuG2XklgPV3Ue3DoLal2IIqsLY1oeFC_4B3qLC_pjZm9a4DRzlK_SgkKad4u5t5RZUwjWViN1avOSv0Y6zNB6IqBpb1Ty2-upOacuqnWxhH8t5_-w28/s1600-h/bail!!!!.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212655822965005234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdtvLq8T9uYwKsIqIW3sVmet3reuG2XklgPV3Ue3DoLal2IIqsLY1oeFC_4B3qLC_pjZm9a4DRzlK_SgkKad4u5t5RZUwjWViN1avOSv0Y6zNB6IqBpb1Ty2-upOacuqnWxhH8t5_-w28/s320/bail!!!!.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig3X1EJeCMTRwmvPAEh2QOxrT9rKlMlAAxJUY67z3aLS8NTgkWTit9jnkjXM2eG94oOzKbMKiZ6FWN4fhEazZVxeRrCeYYtAr3nYZSDPATMfUBoj_1p02jNqh3VyL4-sYjm_nRef74g_Y/s1600-h/audience+watchin+the+match.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212655828562852210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig3X1EJeCMTRwmvPAEh2QOxrT9rKlMlAAxJUY67z3aLS8NTgkWTit9jnkjXM2eG94oOzKbMKiZ6FWN4fhEazZVxeRrCeYYtAr3nYZSDPATMfUBoj_1p02jNqh3VyL4-sYjm_nRef74g_Y/s320/audience+watchin+the+match.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7IUMbYiglCClkWgj4KV9w3VtOKUGezxoJYQyGfs5oOGkRW9adSbsB9A-o-ikt3w7C2UrTQuzfNWklCl-qc1hU6oLoS5rlcJ895SPeiY6KQEAgNtw-tDftsVCphJf3ptPI0kBZ1H_ZHec/s1600-h/happiness+behind+bars.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212655829635418690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7IUMbYiglCClkWgj4KV9w3VtOKUGezxoJYQyGfs5oOGkRW9adSbsB9A-o-ikt3w7C2UrTQuzfNWklCl-qc1hU6oLoS5rlcJ895SPeiY6KQEAgNtw-tDftsVCphJf3ptPI0kBZ1H_ZHec/s320/happiness+behind+bars.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhme38ZOqBi6CFj1FarDsSXk2CY36zNMyxklVBnY4RGqaF0BqaS2bH-qRBFnEkNUrdoSlYFHVajhoXy0_gwT9qxz7lMpQv777LbJ4E6UU2gHP5x9dD9xLRkcGzmBZq1qjJ5IdhPQmE8mJ4/s1600-h/he+did+look+scary.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212655832675347954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhme38ZOqBi6CFj1FarDsSXk2CY36zNMyxklVBnY4RGqaF0BqaS2bH-qRBFnEkNUrdoSlYFHVajhoXy0_gwT9qxz7lMpQv777LbJ4E6UU2gHP5x9dD9xLRkcGzmBZq1qjJ5IdhPQmE8mJ4/s320/he+did+look+scary.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD8MQ3CgzIZBIguY_QjxW0I_sKHRA7bWb1X0lrI-oV231jTuaH-FkIIvFmMz5jnA7U8WTgWSia5CpeQkD2XVxwFivAPlE9PLiXKNVdr5DC5ESpRZ6WVUdXvNpuE4bUHolOj54sQ5NWGOQ/s1600-h/not+all+the+1800+inmates+present+here+though.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212655835087178834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD8MQ3CgzIZBIguY_QjxW0I_sKHRA7bWb1X0lrI-oV231jTuaH-FkIIvFmMz5jnA7U8WTgWSia5CpeQkD2XVxwFivAPlE9PLiXKNVdr5DC5ESpRZ6WVUdXvNpuE4bUHolOj54sQ5NWGOQ/s320/not+all+the+1800+inmates+present+here+though.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><em>impacting lives... one act which gives utmost satisfaction! </em></div><br /><br /><div><em>thats exactly what we tried to do on saturday... it was a program arranged by my office... we had to go to different kind of people and make an impact on them as we supposedly believe that we are eligible for this!</em></div><br /><br /><div><em>so my friends, sneha, chanchal, hema and me...chose the group which was going to the central jail...cherlapalli, A.P. it was a mixed feeling... i dint quite knw at first if i should pity them or i shud be gettin frustated at the law breakers i was about to meet, interact, smile along with them and make them smile as well..!! do they need it? i dint knw... but i was all ready to go meet them anyway...imagining my so-called nice sober face would impact in being nice to people they hadn't been nice...thinking my eyes would convey that righteous way of life... </em></div><br /><br /><div><em>we were a group of nearly 100 people from my office to go out there to a central jail where we would find umpteen murderers, theives, law breakers, dowry-asking-brats, bribing culprits...and we had to impact them! </em></div><br /><br /><div><em>well, so we set off in 3 buses... when we first arrived, we saw at the entrance nearly 25-30 police men guarding with huge guns...i dunno the names of it...thou i guess its AK47. and my eyes caught a couple of healthy , tidy looking men over the window on the first floor... there were wearing white dresses jus like convicts on the TV... amazed that were so happily gazing at us! then came the actual view of a convict...handcuffed, guarded by 4 policemen...and charging to a closed van... the actual imaginable scene of a prison! </em></div><br /><br /><div><em>the vicinity spread over few miles... i was told it occupied 128 acres...occupants of the area being--- huge green trees, lovly garden, an open air auditorium, agricultural farm, prison cells (barecks and also enclosed prison), 200 police men, 2000 prisoners!!! </em><br /><br /></div><div><em>we enetered the main entrance... and then from there we had to walk about 20 yards inside only to find a huge open air auditorium... beautiful one i shud say...the walk as well... the gardens well kept, the auditorium well set up...everything maintained and done by the convicts! </em></div><br /><div><em>we were made to sit there.. the right of the audi was occupied by my company personnel and left, convicts... the ice breaker was one of the personnel who sang a soong... from the prisoners side, there was a convict named jagdish, who put up a good show of mimicry... a very humourous one i shud say. well... very many people put up many different shows... singing, poems, dancing...et all.... there was one exception... one person played flute...and i shud say this, he was awesome at it. he also was unlike a criminal...he was sober, shy, handsome as well! god knows why he ended up in such a place! he also played harmonium. there was a 'gazel' troupe as well... one dolak, harmonium and one singer! and i shud mention this singer to u... he is a scientist! PhD in life science (food processing)... he spoke a better english than any of us! later when i was with one on one with DIG, he mentioned to me that, the scientist killed his wife, cuz she had a relationship with another fellow! "circumstances should not rule us"- was my only thought!... and the best part, i grabbed that sentence from that very fellow who is inside the prison for 8 yrs now, n yet to complete 6 more yrs ! </em><br /><br /></div><div><em>well... i shud also mention to u about the barecks... they r comfortable to liv in... a TV, a pooja shelf, a neat clothes hanger, marble floor and to top it... a carrom board game! </em></div><br /><div><em>there was a volley ball game for the accused... it was fun cuz many of them were tough competants. </em></div><br /><div><em>we were all out there...so-called good citizens of India...admist the 'recognized' law breaker...smiling, laughin and having a ball of a time...</em></div><br /><div><em>accoriding to the IG... the prison is a place where they make the convicts ready to go out and settle back in a peaceful life in the outter world! </em></div><br /><div><em>i see people who regret of they have done...but .... i am sure they are in a way enjoyin the life there..inside...a pollution free, safe, healthy, friendly environment.</em><br /></div><div><em>but i believe that this aim to impact these convicts and helping them to smile and learn somthing... during their punishment period is utter senseless... (that might be a harsh word) but my thoughts are.... they hav done a mistake...hurt some soul... should they be given priviledges like learning and earning and enjoying...??? what they are given there is complete comfort... they aren't missing anything but their families whom they hav themselves killed a few, or hurt a few...</em></div><br /><div><em>if given a chance i would spend a summer there just to enjoy....!!! can u beat that??? thats how it is...! </em></div><br /><div><em>ofcuz... i shud also mention that... this place is hauted by negative forces... negative thoughts, negative deeds... </em></div><br /><div><em>but people who r immersed in it would only enjoy the pleasure .... regression is the later part...cuz they r havin what they want in there...! bread, cloth, shelter! .....happiness, these ppl find it anywhere... u knw.... only they dont hav "women and liquor"... which is only good for them...(only they wunt realize its good)... </em></div><br /><br /><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="color:#663366;"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">all in all... i learnt somthing on that day.... "dont allow situations to fall out of your hand. you are your life's control machine."</span></em><br /></span><br /></span><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div><em></em></div>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-28100920246216839692008-06-12T23:10:00.000-07:002008-06-13T01:02:16.732-07:00gratification<em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">thank you! for what ever you have done, for what you have been... for what you are to me! </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">iam thanking my Lord! i have asked for so many things from him, he has always promised me to give and has kept giving... </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">i feel i shouldn't really thank Him, cause do you thank your loved ones??? </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">but the gratification exceeds me! i dunno how to explain it! i feel like, bursting a balloon full of beautiful soft flowers and stand right under it...! its a pleasant day out there... and iam sitting here inside this huge concrete building with air stuffed inside in conditioned to a much lower temperature than required which basically makes people shiver to death... i wont be surprised if i die one day over here, shivering like "Jack" in Titanic under Arctic ocean..! :P </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">alright, am i deviating too much??? well... excuse me... so yeah coming back to square one...did u realise it.... when i said iam thanking... n how i explained it.... i said "I" want to stand under the bursting balloon!!! infact ... now i realise no... i want to make th Lord stand and watch him enjoyin it... </span></em>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-5998531354063611302008-06-10T02:12:00.000-07:002008-12-12T23:17:16.762-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK5o04NmsmsRfThedVBlpv-hgzFow3JSUGIK-Wcabz2ZEIpcZ4iy6nStG2BEwxobIFi3KPnU8sdM3vWYNpl19PEzJwZXwYuLNsibq4OZQJzcdhpErNlAhysAMcwuuTSRYMQtzVqBWQj4k/s1600-h/samsara.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210178503413255634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK5o04NmsmsRfThedVBlpv-hgzFow3JSUGIK-Wcabz2ZEIpcZ4iy6nStG2BEwxobIFi3KPnU8sdM3vWYNpl19PEzJwZXwYuLNsibq4OZQJzcdhpErNlAhysAMcwuuTSRYMQtzVqBWQj4k/s320/samsara.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;">this is a beautiful pic... see close... for 5 min... starin at it..u will realize that the picture is so much close to ur life story! its awesome! u wont believe what you see...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">watch now...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">1</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">2</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">3</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">4</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">5</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">6</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">7</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">8</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">9</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">10...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">got the point??! did u hav a close look? understood? </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">;) the usual me....! trickin u...lik any another fwd!!! theres nothin which s gonna pop out! hehe...those fwds...such diabolic brats! anyway,...this pic shows good philosophy!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">a cycle of life and death! </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">i had been to my home during the weekend, we had a long weekend due to strike! home sweet home...! i jus dint want to return bac, who wud want to??!! i hate tears! n i jus shed wen i was in train!...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">alright...my grandad isnt doin well... its so poignant ...he is my inspiration in all tracks! he is a great soul... god should hav a better plan fo him..iam sure!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">i wante dto write so much more abt my trip ... but aint writin any.. dunno y... wen puttin before everybody i feel the emotions reduce...so aint writin any! :)</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">so bac to office ... got up so late (anything new?) and came to office at 11....</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">and u knw thw worst part.. i hate auto fellows.. i really hate them.. i wa sina hurry go to bac home on 5 june, thr was a cab strike..so auto zindabad... and dat guy asked fo 200.. bargained fo 200... reasonable i shud say... then changed by direction half way direct to bus station cuz it was gettin late...now he asked 50 more, i accepted... but hold on... before i got into the auto, he wanted change to giv it to somebody else.. i have 100rs... and i completly forgot!!!!!! bad very bad me....</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">now while gettin down, i give him 250, thank him on top n walk away...!!!! </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">i hate me... on top i hate these fellows.. they r always thr to pull ur money!!! </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">well my companys says they wud reimburse me (sole reason i got an auto! ;), otherwise how cud i even afford dat 250) .... so dats the reason i ahte auto fellows, and everywhr i wud end fightin wid dem...my very best frn keeps sayin to me...do not fight with auto fellows...but who listens...he is my best frn n listne to him...except this...fo the sole reason they are out there just to cheat! </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">well... now... i hav little work to do... let me get back... </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#996633;">cioa...</span></em></div><div> </div>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-47040849291408512172008-05-29T17:37:00.000-07:002008-12-12T23:17:16.941-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPRqI0O8UtjFBSsPEA9YaX7cmGfsZDbZjmhT9HawVCcUg_3z2qR0FTPe24o2vNiBw-_5odXAPJHTmKpoqGETACLp9PRZwUf62AsORUBWCxaP7w_pXLEFQoAAsgkPkfe2W_g9Q8QJ_pQjw/s1600-h/calvin-and-hobbes-book.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205963805403275058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPRqI0O8UtjFBSsPEA9YaX7cmGfsZDbZjmhT9HawVCcUg_3z2qR0FTPe24o2vNiBw-_5odXAPJHTmKpoqGETACLp9PRZwUf62AsORUBWCxaP7w_pXLEFQoAAsgkPkfe2W_g9Q8QJ_pQjw/s320/calvin-and-hobbes-book.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="color:#993300;">My mind doesn't stay still,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">Behold! i called to kill,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">The wanderings of my mind,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">Sensing dread of some kind,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">Exhaustion hastening its way,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">Yet falling lose and apart like hay,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">Body convulses due to chillness,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">Yet the heat inside burns every cell,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">Alas, i see the extremities,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">None affecting the air around,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">I can see thy eyes drooling to ground,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">Unable to cognize anything under sun,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">Why such a devasting defeat???...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">I just realized....</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">Iam in a lecture training....</span></em>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-68395656522230225262008-05-19T23:48:00.000-07:002008-12-12T23:17:17.113-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinYp1uvg2VWzOz8ubxMrkOU3oMZaWlIaG5uXQVYRgMeBY_QYx8oO8ITt74BLyrvU8_QnnhoCgRL_suAYQMXfGGWO4evrNUtn0abLZa5kSUr-F4BCUhCZ-IxFY4pUVIn0yUUVuhyJs4W6M/s1600-h/mickey-mouse-room-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202348524461940338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinYp1uvg2VWzOz8ubxMrkOU3oMZaWlIaG5uXQVYRgMeBY_QYx8oO8ITt74BLyrvU8_QnnhoCgRL_suAYQMXfGGWO4evrNUtn0abLZa5kSUr-F4BCUhCZ-IxFY4pUVIn0yUUVuhyJs4W6M/s320/mickey-mouse-room-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>i love my blog.... ... dont i???? when i knw... i share with you iam gonna b fine.... </em></div><div><em>i do love my blog.. :) </em></div>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-45991411501825747622008-05-19T23:05:00.000-07:002008-12-12T23:17:17.487-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYh6ztFHUpZJfHSn9Ic7Q4YeYK9VczGn23t_hGjSffxRTkrRU84kPXTxKuPU4Q-dlTvC3HTqPLzUzzBAfghEihY7jDPaM5wQWWg48ZS3CpPZ_r5RFZIQvcCPorCYIYzj4XRE_mjxeHTw/s1600-h/bwrose.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202347120007634530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYh6ztFHUpZJfHSn9Ic7Q4YeYK9VczGn23t_hGjSffxRTkrRU84kPXTxKuPU4Q-dlTvC3HTqPLzUzzBAfghEihY7jDPaM5wQWWg48ZS3CpPZ_r5RFZIQvcCPorCYIYzj4XRE_mjxeHTw/s320/bwrose.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#663300;">well.... its jus so difficult at times to even breathe...! well, here breathe in the real sense i mean is to live... especially when u knw ppl arnd r not that loyal n nice... </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#663300;">the problem is etiqutte is lost... is the land of no where and in time of no second... what thou art doeth when thou knows that comes in on thou way is huge obstacle...only stopped by badness!</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#663300;">dont bother if u dint understand a word... bu as if u care!!!</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#663300;">help.... one word... u dont want to ask anybody... </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#663300;">and well,... this is not me... really... this is frustrated me... i never get so frustated... but today .... its different...!!! :( :( .... </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#663300;">well,,,, now iam okay... feeling a lot calm.... </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#663300;">iam not sure....even my dreams betrayed me this morning..!! :( .... </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#663300;">wel....iam in a training now!! am i supposed tow rite now... the answer is an obvious no... hehe...and this is me... breaking the rule...!!! :)</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#663300;">well... one warning... when you ask for help... be careful whom you ask... because not everybody cares to do. </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#663300;">keep smilin...</span></em></div><div> </div><br /><div></div>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-81849440654235645442008-04-12T01:52:00.000-07:002008-04-12T02:01:05.502-07:00life is pretty<em>i was wondering yesterday... y do the days look pretty? so pretty that the days dint go lik days but like the ones in the imaginary world... the days of somthing different.. when you hav good days... its a strange feelin... a feeling dat is undoubtedly filled with joyous memories...that so decoratively spreads a beautiful smile across the face...a face that has always longed such happiness... the strange feeling engulfs you... you r deep in those dreams of more of these days... different and beautiful thoughts...these train of thoughts remind us of the alice in wonderland and harry potter and all the nice cool children's story... strange right? how thoughts can influence us? how days can influence us? strange right..... how these sentences of adjectives lifts your day?? strange right, though meaningless are these sentences you still read it... and yet wanna read it...</em><br /><em>wats up????? enough of this non sense..go bac to work.... </em>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-41714775867756144992008-04-02T21:47:00.000-07:002008-04-02T21:54:10.091-07:00<em>i am writing this for 4th time...!!! </em><br /><em>every time i wrote i erased it... and began with somthing else.... but again erased... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>words cant describe the sadness...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>i lik these words..they contain the most harsh expression they can contain most loving expression..yet they are not affected.</em><br /><em>its worriness that we need to overcome....ahh.... easy task...!! and wordly emotions has no place in my body anymore....!! </em>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-31029927259143363092008-03-14T23:21:00.000-07:002008-03-15T01:29:45.115-07:00what is this?<em>alright...this is it! </em><br /><em>i am nice... i hav my own set limits....</em><br /><em>i have no clue how to convey that to the other person???? its been a confusion to me for ages... ppl tend to think i can take any heights....but no...i cant...but how to convey it???</em><br /><br /><em>sometimes life is tough...!! u want to tell something...in the fear of hurting others you dont... u keep on and on and on adjusting.... but one fine day the balloon of adjustment bursts! and the time it bursts is worst...nobody should hear it...</em><br /><br /><em>i can forgive ppl....i know...and i have...</em><br /><em>but why cant i be forgiven??? are my mistakes more hurting than their mistakes?? might be... but swear i didn't mean any...</em><br /><em>but oh ....thou people...please understand i can taketh only this much and no more....</em><br /><br /><em>the anger....(my enemy)...never get it..good for you....get it very often...good fo u... but get it rarely..bad very bad fo u....</em><br /><br /><em>please understand me, oh! thou people!</em>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-50040597082842591392008-03-11T23:21:00.000-07:002008-03-11T23:34:10.827-07:00weakness or strength?<span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em>Overcome the weakness….<br />Of love…???<br /><br />Matters not, of which takes decision,<br />I have asked the mind…<br />It conflicts with the heart…<br />What finally wins matter…<br /><br />Love is a weakness for many…<br />Is a strength for few…<br />What does bother you when its strength..<br />Go on… with love…<br />But bother if it’s a weakness…<br /><br />I am standing on the thread of death…<br />My lord beckoning my soul<br />My souls have to be taken along…<br />Yet I can’t wait to reach His feet…<br /><br />In a hurry, can anything be dropped?<br />Death swallows in its deepest hallows…<br />What can be dropped can be, but<br />Discriminating is arduous…<br />But discriminate no matter what...<br /><br />I love you my soul…<br />I know I am still standing…<br />But can see you running…<br />Take me along…for life doesn’t come back again…<br />Not without you.<br /><br />Weakness? Strength? Of love….???<br />What finally wins matters…<br />In love…<br />Can there be weakness at all?<br />:)</em></span>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-69560753958723833432008-02-15T16:41:00.000-08:002008-02-17T23:09:52.023-08:00making the day...<em><span style="color:#000066;">when you wake up in the morning...the first thing/person you remember makes your day??? </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">or is it after you reach the place , you have to reach every working day, the first person/thing you see makes your day???</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">or is it the first sign u get when you start ur daily routine dat makes your day???</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">or is it that, generally, evenings make your day???</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">or is it that the thought before you go to sleep that makes your day or the next???</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">ohhhhh.... there are umpteen things that can make a day!!! countless.... but somthing has to make a day...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">most of us, see or remember our loved ones as the first sight or thought...dats the usual... but there are others who see or remind themseleves of their loved ones before they go to sleep... so the sun rise wud be brighter....</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">whatever it is for....why r everybody doin this???? why a better day than sterday???? why this search for infinity???</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">lets name it.....the search for happiness!!!!..... eternal bliss....</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">not the ephemaral ones... but these searches lead to only temporary joy... not the eternal!! but yet the mind takes the crude route! there is a song written by thyagaraja, it goes lik this ... "why, oh, mind, why do you take the short n crude route when there is king's way right in front of you." </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">this is exactly what i am doing now! eternal bliss is waitin...yet....</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">and the play is god's !!! </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">and one conclusion through this...this mind was able to make... "i need to learn somthing more through somebody else, and i am learning it.... thank you my friend, this is god, that iam meeting, thinkin, talkin.... in order to meet myself... in order to personify myself as happiness...i have met you"</span></em>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-30399553422855990902008-02-15T06:08:00.000-08:002008-12-12T23:17:17.741-08:00valentines special<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij-LywrjVwQ3NpSp8w8leOkQ2z61th1KfmtdEfR2w9c5a6Z-RMiYBwmotwylT2N8xALysqqbHMe529HObfbgKf94TFP36X6cPW-WnlqxchwDgo8ELE0TVLLcfcY1aOJ06Md072uvGKBsU/s1600-h/hearts.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167212056435048434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="383" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij-LywrjVwQ3NpSp8w8leOkQ2z61th1KfmtdEfR2w9c5a6Z-RMiYBwmotwylT2N8xALysqqbHMe529HObfbgKf94TFP36X6cPW-WnlqxchwDgo8ELE0TVLLcfcY1aOJ06Md072uvGKBsU/s320/hearts.bmp" width="330" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMh70eoNgQesIrpOqoU5NdWFTEtrlu_VFCmyenIERnj_eezkVY-QEyS95BVqjYTNO_oJpCq79l68W6SV1vn3PExOt7yjCqNV5EUkXX87L5H2JEjHs8DacT47lVIHF9AspZL0013lKo7ww/s1600-h/poem.bmp"></a><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">"I want to hold your hands and walk a mile</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">dont want to miss u, even for a while.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">my life is so beautiful coz</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">dear, its you...my life!</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">hug me for my worries to die</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">my tears to dry and</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">my lonliness to fly.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">it hurts me to know </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">how i sometimes can be selfish</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">when it comes to you.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">i am getting sentimental over you!</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">for god sake explain me why all these</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">i miss you every moment of the day.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">i keep me awake just to listen to you,</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">i keep me empty just for you to fill,</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">i keep me alive just to see you.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">my mornings miss you</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">my evenings seeks you</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">where were you all these years</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">fear of future is worse than pain of past</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">still i bother the least, coz u are there</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">even seconds are too long to miss you</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">i want to hold your hands and walk a mile</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">dont want to miss you, even for a while...</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">come fill my life!</span></em></div></div>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-53857986940621928142008-02-14T01:08:00.000-08:002008-02-14T02:57:01.238-08:00no fruit!<em><span style="color:#990000;">whats the use???? is one question i think i hate!!</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">it </span><span style="color:#990000;">comes due to expection of a fruit for the efforts one puts!</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#990000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#990000;">"don't expect the fruit...just do, for its own sake" says krishna. </span></em>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137003837349594506.post-8061438685044969422008-02-11T17:55:00.000-08:002008-12-12T23:17:17.847-08:00a gift frm god, but i aint seeing it<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguqT6NQIxB6yx62AnbWt9IlDzsGtn_yId3jhvCtuLhfP-l6pM9dxnsrisC7z-Q0R2nhyphenhyphenwKFVZodH0FCQw2Iy94qpIXENr9W5I-WrO8JRj1yw8AcAjy1lXv1lwpnz4zsGCkDpCkoWDUX5M/s1600-h/sadness.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166010114132230098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguqT6NQIxB6yx62AnbWt9IlDzsGtn_yId3jhvCtuLhfP-l6pM9dxnsrisC7z-Q0R2nhyphenhyphenwKFVZodH0FCQw2Iy94qpIXENr9W5I-WrO8JRj1yw8AcAjy1lXv1lwpnz4zsGCkDpCkoWDUX5M/s320/sadness.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;">as u can see, iam not doing my posting job evry well... first excuse, i dont have the bhagavad gita book with me...i left it at my grandparents' house and dint go to bring it back...iam missin reading it for 2 weeks now.... hopefully...by today i will go to bring it back...!! :) lets see...</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">second excuse...job is making me so busy that iam not able to open this blog at all...but today...i made it a point to post somthing atleast to give an excuse for not posting...hehe...</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">so yeah... i have done few things in the past week....which absolutly dint satisfy me excepting one. </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">so, i had a couple dance programmes...small ones... one-- at an excutive meeting in our office...there were so many expatriates coming from the US and so we had a huge meeting at a 7 star hotel...and my team lead asked for a welcome dance... the piece came out so well that i was actually satisfied with my dance (which rarely happens!!) ..and i got a standing avation!! :) first time ever...! it was really a great experience!! </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">and then that very day i had the auditions for a dance competition at office... and the judges for that were supposed to javed and ravi behi from boogie woogie..so auditions were tough. i was in group and solo... </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">and our group did a joogal bhandhi of classical and western... dint get selected! :( can u beat that.... the best dancer in the western dance was in my group! and a very good dancer for classical...and then me and then another guy as well but unfortunately this guy dint turn up during the auditions...! that was our major drawback apart frm lack of cordination...all said...end result we weren't selected...a big stroke..!! but well i got selected fo solo...</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">i have no clue why i, in the first place got selected, bcuz, i really flopped the show during the competition...the one known for the too good songs flopped it... my song was bad for the audience...! it was tamil song (ofcuz the song fo which i became a big hit at my town) but not here...i should have guessed it. humiliation engulfed me...throwing furious glances at me and my dance...please not my dance i begged! but it striked many times...! after my dance i dint face anybody straight frm dressing room i ran home... how could i even face? even today (its been 2 days since the competition) i still face difficulty talkin abou it when ppl ask....wanna shout out loud... why my dance???? why??? </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div>meghnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17813594327490055085noreply@blogger.com1