tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74906403740066685792012-01-31T01:52:06.700-08:00The secret of true happiness is understanding the principle of tight-rope walking... Learning to balance between your Spiritual Self and Material Responsibilities.TheExplorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14288962987818686842noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7490640374006668579.post-81904980320588740392011-08-06T12:12:00.000-07:002011-08-06T12:18:19.289-07:00

I sat down to meditatetrying to clear my mind outpushing away all things unnecessaryto go deep, meditate, experience joya distant song, melody in the airreached my ears, and stuck my heartthe sound is good, but the time is notmy mind again pulled itself, readyperhaps it was the song of morning flockbirds flying out of their neststo start another unprecedented daybut right now, i have to

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I am sitting here alone in the dark roomlooking everywhere, and alertmy mind aware and afraidengulfing dark forces all aroundI close my eyes to escapethe fear darkness elicitsmoving deep and deeper insidestumbled upon another darknessthis time, the heart was afraidfinding within my mind, darkness so dreadfulmy heart flapped its wings hardto fly out of those unknown cornersI opened my eyes and sat

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when you are suffering, seek joywhen you are in the dark, seek lightif you see no hope, seek faithdon't panic and don't ask in hasteoh my beloved, don't seek explanationsseek your purpose, and wisdomyou shall be shown the pathseek strength and couragethe angels will fly by youoh dear, seek what you needask not, why this has happened,seek not, the dreadful, why me?to show you the causes,the

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She looks behind, only a glanceDark and desolate the pathWith melancholy and deep longingBut she can see where the light is coming fromThousand memories pacing, racing, seeking attentionEach one afraid of oblivion, of losingSelling themselves and binding moreBuilding a fabric, with threads of painA voice from deep inside risesStands up and demands to be heard, followedThe feet move forward, one

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Is it all happening according to your plans,Killings in the name of supreme God,Or, are you testing us when we will take action?Should we wait for Peace or fight for Peace?Should we pity the wrong-doers and pray for their wisdom,Or, fight like Arjunas of this Yuga?Are we ignorant or are we submissive?Show us the path, throw some lightShall we believe that all the victims had their destinies,Or,

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It was hot and humid even at four in the evening. The scattered clouds here and there were not able to hide the midday sun's rays. The bus stopped and an elderly lady with a two bags full of biscuits to sell got on the bus. There is no seat free and she kept her bags next to a pole and stood holding the seat's arm-rest. When the conductor came, she gave three rupees and asked for a ticket to the

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i went to see this pondwhere i have been toldthe water is very cleari longed to see my selfin the reflection with such clarityi ran in hurry to reach therebent forward to look into the waterpens, pencils, paper and junkfrom my shirt pocket fell increated ripples in the waterand the reflection was not cleari could not perceive anythingi wanted to wait till the ripples are gonebut the sunlight has

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For a long time, I have been treading a path which is not only unclear but also very uncertain. I have been seeking wisdom; wisdom about things that are clearly visible to us, and things which are mystic. It is amazing to realize that the most common, day-to-day things are as, or more, complex than some of the mystic things. Well, in my journey to seek wisdom, I have tried to find the source of

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Like professor Landgon says in Angels and Demons, "Faith is a Gift". My education lured me with proof of concept and snatched faith away from me long ago. Since then I have been fighting to find meaning through logical reasoning and intellectualization. I was offered the choice of red pill or blue pill during my "aksharabyasam" and force fed the red pill. I am just narrating the facts; no

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Well, many people might have asked this question many times in life. However, this current blog post is triggered after my friend commented on my previous post “What is Life?” and then said that she “wished” to know some things. I might not be able to provide the answers for all her questions, but I will try to give some pointers. Here is what she commented:Hey.. Welcome back.. Sateesh.. good

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I did a brief search on Google, (which happens to be my personal secretary) on what is the definition of life and here is what I found on Wikipedia:Life (cf. biota) is a characteristic that distinguishes objects that have self-sustaining biological processes ("alive," "living"), from those which do not[1][2] —either because such functions have ceased (death), or else because they lack such

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I completed reading the book for the second time in the last few hours. I read it at a stretch. I couldn’t put it down even for drinking a glass of water. Just like we take breath every moment without realizing how beautifully it is organized, being controlled, and regulated by our mind, I read that book without realizing what’s happening around me or, as a matter of fact, inside me.I read it

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“How are you doing?” I asked a friend of mine whom I met after a long time. “Fine” He said in a matter-of-the-fact tone, and for the sake of courtesy he asked me back. I, as usual said, “I am doing just great!” His face had a grin and a raised eyebrow. “Well, even I am trying to be great. It seems it’s going to take some time.” I was left thinking over his trailing optimism. I asked,

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Yesterday, I was watching cricket match between India and West Indies. As many Indians know, due to a row between Nimbus sports and DD, the match was telecast on DD 7 minutes delayed. Since Nimbus was not made available to us via our cable operators, we were watching it on DD even though we were watching 7 minutes into the past. At the same time, we also had a sense of peeking into the future

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This debate has been there for centuries and it was never satisfactorily concluded. Here, I argue that life is a complex combination of both freewill and fate, and that this complex calculation is all taken care of in a dimension that cannot be depicted in a two-dimensional or three-dimensional space system. Perhaps, this

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Well, this is a million dollar question everyone in the spiritual world is trying to find an answer for. Perhaps, this is the final answer of all the schools of philosophy trying to understand God. Once you know the purpose, you know the mind of God! If you have come at a juncture in your life where you asked this question, then, you certainly deserve a clear explanation. The

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One day a young man with spiritual quest met a Master. He asked the Master, “Master, how do you think I can stop evil thoughts and negative emotions from entering my mind?” The Master asked the young man, “Where do you think the evil thoughts and negative emotions are generating from? Are they originating from your mind, or are they being induced into you from your surroundings?” A bit

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The other day I was watching a talent show on MAA TV, hosted by S. P. Balu. It is titled Padutha Theeyaga (even though awkward it may sound, the word-to-word translation in to English comes down to “I will sing sweetly.”) Every week some renowned personality from the world of music is invited as the judge. That week, they called the music director, Vidya Sagar. When Vidya Sagar came on

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For centuries, we tried to define love. Why? No appropriate reason can be drawn. But I am sure about one thing: to know the difference between right and wrong, clearly. To know what can be called as love and what cannot be called as love. Rules have been broken; revolutions have been brought on, kingdoms have been destroyed, people have died and people have been put to death, and all in the

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