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Any little act of kindness overwhelms me. I wish to stay inside this bubble always. But then who does not? :-)* * * * * * *Tests are opportunities but we become alert only after failing in them. :-)* * * * * * *When I happen to see a friendship crack in front of my eyes, I feel very bad. Well, emotions are very powerful indeed.* * * * * * *On a lighter vein...... last year ended with an

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Changes, situations, persons, meets, opportunities, struggles – they came in multitude to face. Most of the times, the Universe took charge of my life and placed me in the coziness of acceptance & love. A lot I have written here during this year. And I meant them truly at that point of time. In this difficult process of learning and unlearning, if I’ve hurt anyone, I’m sorry. If I’ve made

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No matter where I live, my life revolves around only one point – to silently carry Light wherever I can and howmuchever I can. Yet this Bahrain visit has brought in some sort of vacation from my never ending schedules of responsibilities and duties. Of course, I have had a share of struggle here too with the electric stove which takes its own sweet time to heat up and all too sudden in a burning

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Reading my last blog, one may wonder if I have any malice towards the other gender. Well, it’s not. In fact, Universe has been extremely kind to me to have met and moved with some of the finest men, starting from my late biological Father. Even after 14 years, I still cannot forget his silence and resilience during his last days of illness before death. While the author’s first book ‘The Kite

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it was already yet dark was the status outside. The whole flight was silent except for its loud moving buzz. And in its middle, one reading light was ON shedding light on the reader’s book. I was drop dead tired before boarding the flight for Bahrain and hence my eyes were bickering for some rest. But the emotional wheel set in by the book I was deeply immersed in had consumed my being. Of

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with its aura appeared resplendent in the sky. How easily we forget that we too have auras which could easily expose our emotional maturity to anyone who is psychic! Well, it was already 9:45 pm yet I had a lot of time to board the Coimbatore bound train. The trip was unexpected and I considered it my duty to be with my friend who had lost her dear father all too sudden. When the whole world

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on my way back home, I saw the crude copies of Ravi Varma paintings on the public walls as a part of city beautification project. What hurt me most was that almost all the paintings were massacred by drips of white paints coated on the blank wall above the fake reproduction of RV’s sensual females. With what dedication and effort, the passionate hands of the poor painter would have tried to

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a strong headed woman. My migraine attacks prove my statement. :)Probably there might be karmic connections to my suffering, who knows! However, my last two days of intense suffering was because of my venturing out during mid-day sunlight which I should have avoided. This pain helps me to understand others’ pains better. This pain expands my heart in love to accept and accommodate every disgrace

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do we celebrate festivals? Well, the old memories are revisiting, especially when Navaratri is fast approaching. How many times and for how many years, I would have secretly tiptoed in the middle of the night to see if the dolls/idols had life to have conversations, as I believed my parents’ words wholeheartedly! When my understanding of worship (finally) has taken wings where all externals are

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at the end of the day reminds me that I spend most of my time in cooking (planning & implementation) these days than anything else. :PCooking was never my priority any day. I respect cooking, cookers & cooks at all times. Because I never forget that I am an eater too. :)I still remember how I used to dodge my Mother whenever she'd tell me to learn cooking.... this was long back. I’m still the

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have already passed since my return from the abode of Tapas. Rarely do I get calls on my mobile and this friend of mine called me today morning. There was no answer for a minute from her to my response "Hello my dear!” Then, she said after regaining her composure, “I felt Guruji’s love in your words.” Who would not carry his energies of purity and love when it’s hardly a few hours after

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can move mountains, so say the Elders. Are we going to witness such a phenomenon? It’s very touching to watch on TV the 74-year OLD man of simplicity, sitting on the dais for a cause with iron will. While writing this blog, AH is on Day 8 Fast and going strong thus inspiring millions across the country & abroad. In spite of the many questions & answers for/against the Lokpal Bill that are being

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I still remember your whispers into my deaf ears, which paralyzed my ordinary life of anonymity... • You are blessed • You are special • You are perfect • You are beautiful • I Love You • I say all these because you are my eternal friend I know you share the same with every life out of divine love. Yet I can only see the equation that I’ve with you because I'm blind too. Let me assure you

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looking around the school or class for something interesting – quotes or words or pictures... There was an inspiring quote hanging on the wall outside the Principal’s room... “If you can dream of it, you can become it.” I smiled for I was given the lead for the day.... Unfortunately, most of the students didn’t seem to notice these inspiring words all these years. Now, they should not forget.

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Somalia's hunger crisis brings tears.... Hunger is one of the worst spears that can hit any persona to lose sanity, dignity, diplomacy and patience. Hunger can push a person to lower levels in a moment. I was shocked when I read (sometime back) about a village that does mercy killing the elders who fall sick terribly because it can’t afford to treat their illnesses due to extreme poverty.

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There are many who had entered into my domain very closely and drifted apart for various reasons. It’d always be their choice to tear apart and not a question I would like to ask. Recently, the Providence made me meet one such (distanced) unexpectedly. For a moment, I stared at the face which failed to recognise me. All those painful memories tried to enter into my being to ignore the face.

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I saw the formation of tears in her little eyes. And there was earnestness in her expression. “Your legs will pain…… if you walk the whole of India to meet children like us....” I was touched. Not because these little angels showered so much of love on me, but because their innocence is still intact. In the present world where the Body, Mind & Intellect are abused to the maximum, there seems

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Her heart was wringing in pain and eyes were full of tears. It’s all about her suffering because of the black magic done on her family. And she was looking at me for comfort and hope..............................................................Generally, theatre magic is all about time taken to trick / fool our senses and mind. We pay to get fooled.The only magic show (amateur) I’ve attended so

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It was already 8:30 pm. So, I stepped out of the blessed house to come back home fast thinking about the flash of thought (a question) that struck me hard sometime back. In fact, the question (that popped inside) had earlier pushed me to the brink of tears.As soon as I was out, the first thing that touched me deeply was the mild showers that had already left a mark on the floors, walls, trees,

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The more we travel, the more we are expected to wonder at different challenges of life available in varied genres; accept the differences & similarities with due respect; and absorb & radiate grandeur in all humility. Invariably it is not the case with intense globe-trotters and/or intense earth visitors. That’s how we (un)wisely seed our karmas to grow our vanity baggage huge enough to forget

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Paid my respects to a much revered but little known Siddha today who attained Mahasamadhi yesterday morning. It was an unexpected event of the day, yet more than mere coincidence. Originally, there was a plan to visit him this week....... for the first time. But I missed him narrowly. Unfortunately, I could see only the 90-year old body preserved in a glass encase. His silence inside the case,

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The lady ‘X’ was upset yesterday morning when she came home for cleaning work. The reason – she asked for drinking water in a house after finishing the cleaning work but the lady Y of high caste kept a glass of water on the floor instead of giving it in her hands. X was offended naturally. So I am. I also realised that I get respect from Y because of my varna and this pained me. If a religion

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Revisiting these emotions which were penned on April 17, 2011 fills my eyes with fresh tears now and I am not ashamed to accept this.Among the vast trivia of manyThat encircles the vistas aroundThere’s a trivial little dewdropSitting on the couch of a petalHidden in the bigness of branchesOverlooking the Shining Sun The heat may scorchThe bees may sit onThe wind may blowThe petal may witherBut it

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How much of anger can one have?How much of anger can one have when one’s integrity and character are challenged in the hands of law where truth is treated as an instrument of mockery?How much of anger can one have towards people who inflict deep wounds in the emotional body?How much of anger can one nurture for the injustices done?How much of anger can a good-mannered, kind-hearted and

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Are you not tired of your every day cooing, Koel?I look up at the sky, trees and birds in hopes of identifying the cuckoo that sings non-stop from morning till late evening.The one thing that I had anticipated the least in India, is the bird talks. I am blessed to hear the bird conversations that reach my ears amidst the noise of AC, piercing the early morning darkness.It’s so very beautiful to

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It’s almost a year now. It seems as if it had happened yesterday. It’s one more reminder that nothing is permanent in the Universe, yet nothing is lost anywhere. I try to look, listen, meet, speak, read, write, smile, laugh, cry, eat, dress up, work, celebrate and pray with this understanding. And wherever and whenever I get to know that I am unwanted, I quietly move away wasting neither their

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The boat boards itself with a dreamTo swim in the azure skyThe travellers listen not to the orderAnd so the boat jerks and tiltsThrowing down the contents unabashedBut who cares to knowBefore their broken arms stretch outWho is the dictator and who is notWhat should happen next?Get up, dress up, smile within, repair the misunderstanding and begin again .... :)

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The calls of birds are so enchanting to listen to at any time and in any mood. The sounds of their chatter are sure to drive us (human beings) to quieten our egos. But then why are our talks not as sweet and inspiring as their chatter most of the times? Because most of our everyday talks revolve around glorifying our past, our pains, lineage or our achievements wasting so much of energies and

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Have you ever read the poem ‘Drinking Alone by Moonlight’ written by Li Po?Well, before coming to that, let me add that, I was bowled over by the display of Moon Factor at NASA Kennedy Space Centre. Really amazing...That apart, there are lots of puranas, myths, stories and poems revolving around Moon which had fascinated me since childhood, even before I got to know of Armstrong’s one giant leap.

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After more than a decade, I witnessed a marriage function celebrated in our tradition, but in a glittering fashion. It’s ironic that most of the world’s population have no idea about the significance of marriage and the rituals chalked out by Elders long back. It’s my personal idea that all these rituals must be just symbolic representations of one basic truth. Our nature is Love. But we’ve

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My thoughts have taken different routes and interests in these 5 years of blogging. Very interesting. To celebrate this, a short / long sabbatical from writing is intended.So, Blog Number 250 has to wait. I shall break the shell when I've something unique to report to. :)

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I get migraine attacks whenever I go in hot Sun which is unavoidable these days. Yesterday was one of the worst to hit me. The whole day I was struggling in pain. It’s not new to me though. In pain, I understood others’ pain more. I wanted to take pains of all those suffering in pain without they knowing about it. I was ready to go through till my body permits. Then I remembered my Mother, who

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I held her tender hand and touched her cheeks with love. She smiled beautifully. Her eyes twinkled as she seemed to have understood my love. Can there be anything beautiful than such a sensitive reciprocal from a stranger?Age is only for the body and not for the soul. We have all descended from the same Source aka God. So, we are all the same in essence and are connected at the deepest level in

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1) Why do people take pride in everything they know and/or have? What's so great about it? And why only their children are always great? I am unable to understand. Purity is the only state to be proud of. And a person of purity would not know what pride is. When will we be aware of this truth?2) Mixer, grinder, air conditioner, refrigerator, mobile, laptop...... my world is revolving around

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Our earth is a very challenging planet to live. Both good and evil have equal opportunities here.The other day I was pained and hurt as if such things were done to me after reading an article. I struggled hard for long to understand how one can be so cruel. A mentally challenged pregnant lady was treated as bullet targets for months by a teenager; the bullets were left to infect in some places

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There’s a term very well known in spiritual circles – ‘energy vampires’. A few years back, when I first read about this sort of energy transfer in the book ‘The Celestine Prophecy’, I straight away accepted it without hesitation. I also understood the reason behind the control dramas happening in the world. We all are children of God. The Love that we experienced when we were One with God

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It’s zephyr’s duty to give those eyes open with a silent mind a surreal feelingof beauty countless It’s these insane eyesthat dream freelyoblivious of big & smallbring a candid smileeven on the naught Is it not sad for no zephyr and eyeshave time to meetin the game of lifethat’s ever changing?Is there anyonewho could catch thenear extinct ‘zephyr’to whistle at mass of eyes their right to insanity?

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The loud and continuous cry was intolerable to hear. And this cry for life made me literally cry. It was the desperate cry of a roadside pig being brutally caught and/or murdered by the eaters of flesh. Sitting inside the comforts of home, I felt so helpless. My whole being shuddered.With no offence meant, I, due to my brought up and availability of knowledge in this life, cannot understand how

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The world is burning. No two day appears same. It seems everybody is fast fulfilling their destructing agendas of life. Somewhere in the corner of the world, somebody or many are writhing in pain indescribable.On the other side, yesterday night, I climbed the open terrace to see the Super Moon. It appeared so very beautiful in the company of twinkling stars. I managed to see even a shooting star.

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As the flight soared above the land where many memories are intertwined, my eyes saw the quick distancing of flickering lights and the blackness of backwaters & nothingness of space becoming more and more prominent. I remembered a question asked to me just the previous night, “Do you feel bad leaving this island for you’ve spent many years here?”Do I? I answered, “I don’t know.”The land appeared

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Death is imminent in everybody's lives. Death is not a punishment nor can the means of death be a random act. Death is the greatest illusion of separation and sorrow. Yet, death is one reality that grounds our lives on this greatest karmic school, earth, with bonds & relationships. To go a step further, death is actually an entry to our next level of understanding towards Perfection after

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During the second week of February (before the breakdown of events), we received a call from one of our friends that his baby was hospitalised with jaundice. We rushed to the hospital during the visitors' hours on the same evening. She is a chubby 5-month old baby making lilting tunes to herself happily. The only indication of her illness was the drips and wires connected to her left leg. After

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Last week, my son asked me, “Lots of gray hair I could see. Why don’t you dye your hair?” When I asked him, “Why should I?”, he shrugged his shoulders and went away. Again he said today, “So much of gray hair near your face which is why it is visible. Do something Amma. You look old.” I laughed. Yes, it is true that in these past two months, a lot of white strands have sprouted much to my

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There are a few ripples of thoughts of different diameters having one centre i.e. truth....* The citizens of Bahrain had to experience an unprecedented situation a few days back. It was hard to believe. It is so even now. What was even more disturbing and painful for many of my friends was the fact that none of their 'so-believed' near and dear ones bothered to call or mail or text out of

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Boiling down to the one truth, everything – our physical bodies, earth, five elements, sun, solar system, invisible currents, electromagnetic grids, seen, unseen, everything, everything - in this Universe is Energy. We are also aware that movement is the only constant motion in the Cosmos. Based on these truths, without referring Physics books any sane mind can make out that these energies get

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.......................................if we are all self-composed, not imposing any of our emotions, thoughts, words and blows on others!...when we (are allowed to) immerse ourselves in a timeless zone on that we are passionate about without an iota of tiredness and external intrusion!...where there will be no pains and fear!...when we learn to live beyond anything that is 'sharp'!...when we

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It appears, the mechanical grind of everyday life urges everyone to hurry up their agendas of life fast and make a quick exit, churning the same old selfish grooves again and again in the cosmic playground. There's no time for a genuine smile, a gentle touch or soft words. But these seemingly simple gestures cannot be mastered easily, of course. Most of the times, an open ended receiver is

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I was a part of a conversation in a small group of friends yesterday afternoon when a friend's son of around 15 years walked in and asked me, "So you are talking about Light Channeling?" For a moment I became speechless. His voice appeared as an expression of mockery but then I brushed my thoughts aside. After all, he is a child. Thanks to his innocent remark, I am making a self-tour in this

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My heart leapt in joy. Oh yes, tears too came out.What could be the reason for my joy one may wonder? Don’t laugh because what is unimportant for others is invariably very important for me. And during moments which demand exhibition of intense emotions by ordinary standards, I just stay still............ no words, no emotions, nothing....... just empty..... totally detached.Well, two beautiful

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If you have not read Mitch Albom’s ‘Have a Little Faith’, please do read without fail. After ‘Tuesdays with Morrie’, Mitch has written another book straight from the heart. In fact, I read this book last July when my Mother was hospitalized. As if to savour all the emotions contained therein to match the ongoing hospital scenario, I read this book slowly then. It’s about the request of a Jewish

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* felt an overwhelming emotion of gratitude?* been swept away by any writer’s / poet’s / artist’s expression of his/her sublime thoughts, visions and dreams?* melted in the grandeur of nature?* left all those tears drop all on their own as a tribute to the unconditional love showered on you?* sat in a corner all alone to savour the joy of heart silently?* struggled with words to express

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Both the babies were born to the same Mother in just a day’s gap. One baby could not survive for long which the Mother realized and pushed the dead baby aside to protect the other. The very next day, the other baby too died and the Mother flew away after sometime.Having witnessed this drama of 18 days of intense incubation by those lovely pigeons across my kitchen window, my heart felt pain when

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It is not easy to keep up with our own words, more specially those casual ones that get strewn as we walk along the day carelessly. Who cares to know in this world what kind of science is involved behind the delivery of those simple ‘yes’ and ‘no’? Frankly, this past one month I was struggling hard to fit in two things in my schedule, for which I had given the word of ‘yes’. Finally completed

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As every second of the clock takes a forward march towards the new year, there seem to be a frenzied hurry everywhere to explore all possible choices in celebration…..worldwide. I was already asleep at 10:30 pm on New Year’s Eve as if to compensate the hectic running around and dealings with attitudes, more during the whole of last week. I parted with the year 2010, the year that touched my core

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As I stared at the near blank sky yesterday night, I remembered the lesson ‘Migration of birds’ during my school years. That was long ago yet I remember vividly how I used to wonder their caliber to sustain the long flight across the deep oceans without an iota of fear. Now I understand more clearly how it is to be all alone in the long flight. Even when you are with your flock of family &

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Today I stand before you …just as I did many years ago as a young school girl.…just as I stand every single day.…to look in awe at your blinding light and love.…with a gentle persuasion and folded hands to accept me as I am.…to listen to your special sermon for me.…to whisper that I have not grown much in all these years.…to learn how you forgive those who turn you into a commodity.…to make you

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Do I really need to write this blog? I don’t know. Yet I write this.Well, what all I wanted to write about by the way? So many. However, certain things are better not to be converted in to words, for they lose their original flavor. And I have many such. So, all I wish to say here is…There are footprints of innumerable types everywhere – many new, some old, a few ancient, and a few more in the

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We have an assignment for tomorrow's chyk class either on 'Mother' or 'Navaratri'. I wrote the following as my contribution. Honestly, it's written with 'Father' in mind though. Here's the poem 'Mother, Welcome!' There are secrets between you and meWhich you and I know….In the interesting concept of spaceAlong with the unbending routes of timeYou encouraged me to explore LifeIn the combinations

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My little hands cannot embrace the sky Tear droplets cannot reflect the sight Stay would I in the chamber of soul And dream in my terms with eyes closed Am a nobody’s bind nor mind I know Here stops the tear with a smile to follow

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She was matured as well as innocent, intelligent as well as beautiful, religious and also trendy, old in the body and young at heart. As I rushed to the hospital in the morning of 30th June, I was shattered to see her round, exuberant face reduced to a thin skeletal structure. I remembered my shock when I first saw my thin father in his death bed 13 years ago. The thought was involuntary and

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Watched ‘Ravanan’ (Tamil version) yesterday night.What went wrong, I don’t know. I don't want to know also. The lead cast is envious, the director is a class apart, the locales are stunningly beautiful, the cinematography breathtaking, lots of advertisement & promotion at the national and international levels….. in spite of all these and the mind blowing efforts of the entire team, the film didn’

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No relationship is permanent. No person can give that eternal everlasting happiness. Nobody can understand your mind or heart. Nobody can make you understand yourself better. None can find time for you when you need them the most as there’s a price tag for everything.You will be respected and worshipped at one moment and portrayed as a monster at another. Your love will be tossed and manipulated.

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One more Akshaya Tritiya is back (May 16) and many more pamphlets, innovative advertisements and attractive offers too are back. One can witness mad rush at gold and silver shops on that day. Many ‘ordered’ bags are getting ready at the shops to be delivered to the customers on that day.In these times of global economic crisis, my husband jovially remarked once that I am never a good strategic

Padmajahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14522376321565644170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28654001.post-18813268000431567742010-04-30T22:02:00.002+03:002010-04-30T22:11:29.832+03:00

Today morning I proved myself that I too can be strict (only a bit) when the situation demands. You may wonder who were at the receiving end of my free flowing surgical words for more than 5 minutes. :) Do not assume that I gave my peace of mind to them. I don’t do such things. But I really wished I could give some peace into those teenage minds.Well, all those youngsters who got it from me

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It’s been a while since I have updated the blog. Let me see where all my mind travels in these few minutes...* * * * *Atul has moved on to 9th standard this April 6. It is amusing to see him work hard for hours together on some days, all thanks to Kapil Sibal who has brought in radical changes in CBSE exam patterns. It is also amusing to realize that I have become a mother of a big boy all too

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Yesterday night watched ‘Samaia’ (Georgian dance), the culmination of The Spring of Culture 2010. The music was catchy, costumes bright, women dancers were elegant and of grace, men full of vigour with blinding swiftness, lighting dreamy, wonderful choreography – a feast to all the senses I can say. In total, the program was magical and spectacular.As I walked out of the Cultural Hall, I realized

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There was a thud in the heart when my friend called me two days back if I were interested in the program of ‘Chinese Disabled People’s Performing Art Troupe’ because there was a wish in the far end of my being to watch it live if given a chance. So, when the opportunity knocks at your door, only a fool would kick it aside. I was not one at least in this one. The program was on 6th March at 8 p.m.

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During our visit to Egypt, there were many moments that took me to a state of silence. There were also a few that melted my heart beyond explanation. One such was our night visit to Luxor temple as if I had been there before and the time gap of those thousands of years had vanished only to come back home. The other one was the ‘The Valley of the Kings’. This place would surely appear more

Padmajahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14522376321565644170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28654001.post-56642543283541249212010-02-05T13:36:00.006+03:002010-02-05T15:28:25.927+03:00

In this wide world ofviolencecorruptioncompetitionwarmanipulationselfishnessfake love this beautiful small world too exists.World is only in our hands. Metaphorically speaking, I personally wish to be one of these little puppies. :D

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Yesterday was the inaugural day of Bahrain’s International Airshow at Sakhir Airbase, thus opening up one more business venture in the country. (For a change, I want to see only the entertaining part and reserve my comments on those fighter planes. :D) I was thrilled like a child throughout whereas my son behaved like a composed adult, warning me every now and then to remain quiet. Hehe…After

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Facebook is becoming a virtual farmland…. a real menace day by day. The funniest part is that you will receive as many friend requests as possible from just one person to satiate his/her addiction to Farmville.When I don’t even play that game, what will I do with all those gifts and requests accumulated in one corner of my account? Frankly speaking, with no offence meant, I have no playtime for

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I am extremely glad to record once again that the year 2009 had been a great blessing for me personally, what with a perfect finish by a visit to Egypt between 24/12/2009 and 01/01/2010, as a part of 20-member group.Egypt, the land of pharaohs, pyramids & sphinx as the world know it to be, has a mystic aura just like India. The best part of the tour is the cruising of 4 days on River Nile. Though

Padmajahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14522376321565644170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28654001.post-69490640742622888022009-12-20T15:45:00.005+03:002009-12-21T07:38:28.278+03:00

There is one movie that I do not mind watching again in theatres is ‘Avatar’, of course with 3D effect. The tall, blue Na’vi people appear so beautiful and holy to my eyes though they are computer animated gimmicks. The way Neytiri teaches Jake Sully the nuances of archery, the secret of riding on a direhorse, how to own a banshee is outstanding. It is astonishing to see how faithfully Na’vis

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The homework given in the English class on Saturday is simply superb. Though I could not attend that day, I was rejoicing at the very mention of fairytales and the assignment. Here is what the homework is...The 5 children of the class have to rewrite the story of Cinderella from the stepmother's point of view and the 5 adults from the Prince's point of view. As for our (adults) assignment, the

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The three grew up together but one could not live with the other two for long. The (un)fortunate one was none other than Christian, the Lion. I was stunned to watch the last few minutes of the great documentary aired in Animal Planet a couple of days back. This has happened 40 years ago. The grown-up domesticated animal (Christian) from London is introduced into Kenyan jungle slowly and steadily

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The fear of being attacked by migraine is constantly chasing me as I am too much affected by the pain these days. Once hit, I become completely paralysed in the first 2-3 hours in a dark room. I am avoiding all situations that could trigger a headache like sun, sound, sleeplessness, hunger etc but alas, I could not run away from life and people, isn’t it? If I close the front door, it enters

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This August, we bought a bigger TV as the old TV had its fair share of duty with us. The old TV is not disposed yet. Three days back, my house help hesitatingly asked me, “Madamji, will you give me your old TV?”I was busy cooking lunch at that time and instantly turned around to see her. She continued, “Money no problem, Madamji! I will give you.”I felt so touched. Yet I asked her, “How much do

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Today evening Balaji took me to Sri Krishna Temple at Manama by surprise. He dropped me at the entrance and asked me to go & see as he could not find a parking lot. In fact, I rarely visit temples these days. I am not deliberately avoiding but just that I have no urge to go. I was really taken aback upon seeing the huge Govardhan giri occupying majority of the open area against the big Krishna

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The hustle bustle of the day’s work was over. I was thoroughly exhausted. As I was about to settle down for my night reading for inspiration, I was captivated by the blue & white combination that I saw from the bedroom window. Generally, Bahrain’s sky is one of the most disillusioned ones as it is rare to see stars or clouds at any point of the year. Hence it was a sight for me.I mentally pushed

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Yesterday evening, it was a revelation when Atul asked me all of a sudden, “Amma, can you make out if a smile is fake or not? I am not asking about the deliberate ones but the ones which appear genuine but not actually…..” Believe me…….. I was really bowled over by his question. I didn't expect such a question from someone so young.This is a mystery since the birth of this creation, isn’t it?

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Two days back, my friend asked Atul, “What did you miss the most apart from food when your mother had gone to India for two months?” He replied candidly, “Fighting.” I could not control my laughter because his age is such that not a day passes without lengthy arguments between us. All meaningless arguments and topics! The word ‘fighting’ has no meaning at all here, which I know and he knows,

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I was waiting near a supermarket entrance today evening. It was extremely interesting to watch men and women of different sizes, shapes and ages walk in and out. It was also highly amusing to watch hand-in-hand couples in this summer heat (of course Malls are air conditioned) oblivious of the peeping world, including those in the family way. :D There were also a few children holding big

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The gifts of 2009 are strengthening my will every minute but are also bringing heightened sensitivity. After finishing the reading of ‘A Certain Ambiguity’ by Gaurav Suri & Hartosh Singh Bal, I didn’t know how to swallow the lump in my throat for a long time. The book is a mathematical novel lucidly questioning mathematical truths based on axioms (which is equal to calling unquestionable faith in

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Rarely do I sit for long in front of the computer these days but if at all I do, either it is to watch a movie or write or read something. My two-way communication with the outside world is drastically reduced. The dancing of trees in the cool breeze, the red and yellow roses that blossom in the balcony, touch and go rains, exquisite conversations of birds all keep me in rapture. In fact, I was

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The central pipe of the umbrella refused to remain intact in its folded form. Yesterday evening, my brother and I decided to take it to task along with other works and hence were trying to locate a man who repairs umbrellas. Upon enquiry, we reached the place. Wowie…. I was dazed to see the open air professional repair shop under a tree with the background of license number plate and a big

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I had to go out urgently on 14th July to pick up my ill brother from the Doc’s clinic. Mumbai had recorded heavy rainfall on that day in fact. It was raining cats & dogs outside. Though the destination was near, it was not reachable by walk. Moreover, I was skeptical about my recently healed right foot. Any slip anywhere in one of the dents on the roads would take me back to the dreadful

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Yesterday night after dinner, my brother, Mother and I were reliving some of the memories for a long time. For a moment, I felt so young under the umbrella of Mother. :) Didn’t want to grow up but the reality was that I forgot to come online for a chat with my husband at that time. Poor guy! By the time (i.e. 11:30 IST) I had grown up again (hehe…), he was not online. I had to call him up from my

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Talking about English in my last blog reminded me of my morning visit to Atul’s school on the day of leaving Bahrain i.e. 26th June. In spite of the mind spinning work that I had at home, I wanted to surprise him. Moreover, there was a PTM from 8:45 to 11:30 am on that day. It was a Friday and hence a holiday for him. Since he has taken up Kiran More coaching classes for 3 weeks, he was up and

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Last Saturday (04/07/2009), it was heavy downpour over here. I was just watching, watching and watching from the kitchen window as I was busy throughout the day. Having settled in a country where I hardly see any rains, such yearly visits to Mumbai during monsoon time is a real treat for me though I’ve heard Mumbaikars hating this season. Today the weather is gloomy as it is drizzling since

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Whenever I come down to Mumbai, it is an unwritten rule that I start using Mother’s mobile number without even informing her. So, enjoying the rains from the balcony, I was speaking to my friend last week who had fondly remembered me to make that long distance call. Upon completion of the call, my brother casually asked me, “Who’s that?” Mother replied with a smile, “Don’t you know that she could

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Most of the time the flight journeys, especially when travelled alone, are boring. On 26th June night, I had to board the Jet Airways flight to Mumbai alone but the journey was entertaining throughout. Sitting in the lounge of Bahrain Airport alone, I was watching the steady movement of passengers of multi nationalities walking with anxious looks and different colourful/ funny attires, totally

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I asked Atul the other day if he would read my blog one day. Instant came the reply, “Why should I? I am seeing you everyday, am I not? I know you well.” I replied back, “No. You don’t know me fully.”Seriously I don’t know what made me ask that silly question or answer that way. But one thing is for sure – if and when he develops any inclination to read my writings, he will know me a little more.

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‘Right now right now……’ The Akon song was being played again and again in the midst of heated studies for the exams. I had to be firm with Atul especially during exam time to concentrate only on studies, nevertheless he wins me over easily with his wit and arguments. I wish to document a few fragments of moments that we shared in these last few days.1) The most memorable day was the day prior to

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I don’t know you for long but I know that you are very sweet, sensitive, childlike and emotional. I was only introduced to you a year back. My curiosity to speak in my native language in Bahrain had died long ago but was rekindled because of you. If I remember correctly, we had communicated in English more than our language. We could identify people of their real nature only at times of trials

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Tears of joy on account of success is no one origin’s patent. As I was flipping through the channels at around 10:30 pm, I stumbled upon ESPN that broadcast the Scripps National Spelling Bee Finals which held on May 28th at Washington DC. Out of the last 7 finalists, I was astonished to see four girls of Indian origin. The winner, Kavya Shivshankar was simple, cool, clear and confident. This 13-

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I was startled upon reading the news item on Injaz, the first cloned camel. The cute animal was seen tucked between the legs of its surrogate mother. The report added that the baby was cloned using the ovaries and DNA preserved from the originally slaughtered camel (for meat in 2005). The camel was brought out for display in Dubai last week.There was a knot in my stomach after reading this. It

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The Balavihar Mahotsav was celebrated on May 29, 2009 at the Bahrain Society of Engineers Hall with great enthusiasm by the participants, volunteers and parents alike. The dedication and devotion of the volunteers were evident from the outcome of the utsav celebrations. While the tiny tots were very, very sweet, our group exhibited maturity and poise, negating my tension. Teaching, especially

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I have always admired beautiful women walking in élan with impeccable make-up and a plastic smile. But they have also raised enough curiosity in me to see their faces without make-up. :DIs the make-up beautifying them or the luxuriant products get beatified because of them? Are they really angelic as they appear to be?Way back, my orthodox middle class family never allowed make-up of any sort

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There is an idea to document echoes of the spirit. I have just opened a space to write down my lively and loud thinking. If interested, you may follow or subscribe to my thoughts here…. http://divine-vibrations.blogspot.comThe above space will go live in the coming days or months. Of course, my mundane whispers will continue here too. That reminds me of the article that I wanted to write on ‘

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According to me, ‘dream’ is a common term that we use to• justify sleepless nights• project positivity• set standards and goals• brush off whimsical fantasiesIronically, I had remained a victim of all the four in the past. Dreams have the potential to diffuse, amuse or bemuse us. It can even frighten the core of our being and shake us. The subconscious and unconscious layers of my mind had

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