if u r in mumbai and would like to join us please let me know so that I can organize an invite...
November 29, 2005
if u r in mumbai and would like to join us please let me know so that I can organize an invite...
November 25, 2005
Around the corner
I have a friend,
in this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine if, we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim"
"Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner!
yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir"
"Jim died today."
And that's what we get
and deserve in the end.
Around the corner,
a vanished friend.
Remember to always say
what you mean.
If you love or like someone,
Don't be afraid to express yourself.
Reach out and tell someone
what they mean to you.
Because when you decide
that it is the right time
it might be too late.
Seize the day.
Never have regrets.
And most importantly,
stay close to your friends and family,
for they have helped make you
the person that you are today.
November 24, 2005
November 23, 2005
“A candle loses nothing if it is used to light another one”
November 22, 2005
November 21, 2005
- jonathan cainer
November 20, 2005
November 18, 2005
He was once heard to say,
November 17, 2005
and not to mention the horrors that abound in "institutionalised" spaces....institutions don't sanctify human interface; the attitudes people bring in, do. so much rape one hears of in marriage spaces and so much abuse.....subtle games of control.....can things be more immoral?
Morality is a dynamic born in respect....
these have nothing to do with love as i have known it..unconditional, accepting, nourishing, enriching, not transactional.......i have experienced such spaces with my master....just a state of being.....not a set of activities.....transacted in exchange for security......
love is a river in flow flooding all in its wake....
November 16, 2005
tap rahe te hum
huott pyaase te
akela hi tha tere khoj mein..
batke te hum har mod par
pyaase te hum tere pyaar ke...
maiya mori, maiya mori,
pyaasa hi ta...
chalta raha, girta raha...
jalta raha , bujhta raha..
takte kadam, lamha safar
takte kadam, takte kadam..
dhoonda kiya us naav ko
le jaye jo us paar jo...
maiya mori, maiya mori...
pyaasa hi tha....
November 14, 2005
with the falling of leaves ,
the masks of green are stripped off the hillsides;
revealing the uniqueness and diversity of each ridge and valley;
rock and stream , hitherto unseen......
It is in the winter,
when the hills bare their innermost selves ,
we can look at the hills as old friends,
few others can understand....
So it is, with people;
Most of the time we wear our masks.
But during the difficult times, during the winters of our lives;
we shed our facades and reveal all the intricacies of the unique beings we are.
It is in such moments that friendships are formed and people experience each other as few others ever will in such spaces.
to me, friendship is the most beautiful of concepts in relationships.....fundamental to the whole aspect of relating...... unconditional and accepting....
Can we see it differently?
We seem to be addressing the symptoms rather than the root causes.While components of the system remain as they are, we seek a change in the summation.Rearranging the parts can create a cosmetic illusion, nothing beyond.Thus, we play around with perceptions, strategies etc while the fundamentals remain the same.
And what are the fundamentals?
Man as an individual is ridden with conflicts.He is a 100 different parts himself; conflicts and confusions reign supreme within him; joy and spontaineity are distinctly lacking.Hurts,rejection and pain qualify the core of his being.
Given such a situation, is he capable of contributing to healing processes of the collective, is the moot question?
Insights that occured in my life indicate otherwise.When the micro processes get healed, the macro has to respond.The seeds of change lie in the micro.And a morphogenetic quantum of micro level changes can enable a paradigm shift in the macro.Yes, the responsibility lies with each one of us.To address our conflicts, pain and hurts within...just see our states integrally, without condemnation, judgement or guilt.It is just the way we are.No justifications, no explanations.
November 13, 2005
to relate is to respond.....
to respond emerges from knowing oneself...
knowing oneself as one is, is enlightenment...
relationships are schools for enlightenment....
- adapted from Anthony De Mello
November 12, 2005
Man's evolution into higher realms of consciousness is a direct factor of the extent of his awareness on his own levels of ignorance of the basics of life....
- inspirations from albert einstein
November 11, 2005
November 10, 2005
November 09, 2005
November 08, 2005
a friend was conversing with me....the conversation was not as i would have liked it to be....saw resentment and anger well up inside of me...
my expectation is born in my own image creation of the person....
i had a choice..to focus outside and spell venom or to look within....and see the cyclone emerge...and then act....
case 1: reactive
case 2: responsive....
learning through relating....
but my choices manifest only if i am aware....not otherwise...awareness is freedom...
November 07, 2005
personally, i feel the ego is a beautiful tool for facilitating interconnect...it has to be used rather than the other way round...it uses us and that creates misery...
we have to light our own candles from within....and walk in that illumination....groping in the dark can be very miserable....
November 06, 2005
November 05, 2005
behind closed doors, horrors abound...in so called civilized, educated society...subtle dominances, mind games, manipulations, suspicion, mistrust....the list is endless...violence is not just physical...and either sex is capable of it...
a recent article talks about an editor of a british tabloid booked for violence against her hubby..ironically, she carries on a very vociferous campaign in the media against domestic violence...
in india, i have come across couples who have hardly interacted with each other in life...even after 30 years of marriage, the wife is afraid of expressing an opinion...recently, i was shocked to observe at an acquaintance's houses, ladies were dissuaded from participating in critical decision making processes of the household..and the person in q is a freq global traveller, an mba...he has to have the final word...
violence will manifest when we are unable to accept people as they are, with the choices they have made... violence happens when we thrust our choices on to others...
converting people to "our" point of view...an endless pursuit for a lot of us...winning a point is more important...and in this war too, as in all wars,there are no winners...everyone is a loser...relationships get bruised...underlying tensions qualify our interactions...one is on alert every moment....to protect oneself...to judge lest we be judged...
discussions and interactions can still be very nourishing with different points of view...when it is not the "positionality" which is more important...positionality makes us poor listeners, poor learners; closed people...to me, that is again an escape, we dont want to feel threatened...
we carry so many conflicts within us...there is so much violence within....and it manifests unconsciously through our actions...
November 04, 2005
there is also a spontaneous connect one feels...beyond domains of mind formations as in images...just a connect ; being to being, a live space of our cores....the domain of the unchangeable...
to me, that is the domain of relating; no strangers in this space, the web of life links us....in an experience of abiding oneness....beyond conceptual barriers...
the world demands explanations and reasons, but are some of our events explicable within our "knowledge domains"...they just happen...or don't...
November 03, 2005
rahul, all of 6 years, was excited about the new friend he had made at the beach...."was it a boy or a a girl?" , his mom asked.
"how would i know?", he/she was wearing no clothes."
sometimes , the filters of our mind, prevent us from seeing the obvious!!!!!!!!!
November 02, 2005
November 01, 2005
John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II. During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like. When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York. "You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen. I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened: A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" sh e murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own. And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman , even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?" The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!" It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive.