<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876</id><updated>2012-02-01T01:59:40.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Badri's Pastimes</title><subtitle type='html'>My Poetry, Philosophy, Thoughts and Ideas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2009/09/uploaded-by-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-466965535594041865</id><published>2009-08-15T11:49:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:31:33.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Label</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In defining,  we lose to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In losing to see, the essence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In losing the essence, the meaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In losing the meaning, the facts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In losing the facts, the purpose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In losing the purpose, Oh this very life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unveiled is the mind that ceases to verbalize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unraveled is the mind that ceases to symbolize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Undiscovered is the mind that continues to Labelize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-466965535594041865?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/466965535594041865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=466965535594041865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/466965535594041865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/466965535594041865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2009/08/label.html' title='Label'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-8787210529997710196</id><published>2008-05-05T09:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:46:13.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lethargy</title><content type='html'>When will it fall, desire in forms&lt;br /&gt;When will it arise, thy wisdom storm&lt;br /&gt;When will it cease, rituals and norms&lt;br /&gt;When will it awaken, an inner reform&lt;br /&gt;When will it quench, pouring thought swarms&lt;br /&gt;When will it fill, so stillness transforms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-8787210529997710196?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/8787210529997710196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=8787210529997710196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/8787210529997710196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/8787210529997710196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2008/05/lethargy.html' title='Lethargy'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-711490159841219166</id><published>2007-01-28T21:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:46:36.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Atma Jnana</title><content type='html'>in the nature of samsara&lt;br /&gt;everything is but anitya&lt;br /&gt;experiencing this tattva&lt;br /&gt;is the essence of Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this world born of avidya&lt;br /&gt;gives birth to sukha &amp;amp; dukha&lt;br /&gt;meditating on this maya&lt;br /&gt;is the practice of Jnana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flame of ahankaara&lt;br /&gt;fading amidst the wind of atmagnana&lt;br /&gt;spreads the fragrance of ananda&lt;br /&gt;in the path of dhyana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vishnu, brahma or iishvara&lt;br /&gt;dwelling as eternal antah atma&lt;br /&gt;without a second manifested as jiva&lt;br /&gt;is supreme knowledge of vedanta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-711490159841219166?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/711490159841219166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=711490159841219166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/711490159841219166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/711490159841219166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2007/01/advaita-vedanta_28.html' title='Atma Jnana'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-116974955722742712</id><published>2007-01-25T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T23:44:52.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindfulness</title><content type='html'>To see cause of action (ending)&lt;br /&gt;To see arising of action (present)&lt;br /&gt;To see cessation of action (begining)&lt;br /&gt;To be in this moment (truth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see oppurtunity in suffering (sadhana)&lt;br /&gt;To see body as non self (illusion)&lt;br /&gt;To see mind in movement (thoughts)&lt;br /&gt;To be observer in doer (meditation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to see permanence in impermanence (self)&lt;br /&gt;to see impermanence in permanence (world)&lt;br /&gt;to see inaction in action (wisdom)&lt;br /&gt;to see action in inaction (rishi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-116974955722742712?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/116974955722742712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=116974955722742712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/116974955722742712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/116974955722742712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2007/01/mindfulness.html' title='Mindfulness'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-116934959489644865</id><published>2007-01-20T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T00:31:09.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending Movement</title><content type='html'>Mysteriously bound is the mind &lt;br /&gt;in physical phenomenon of reality that blinds&lt;br /&gt;incessant and momentous in its pereverance&lt;br /&gt;pursues the dream of desire in all its appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in castles of expectation are its actions built&lt;br /&gt;with inevitable walls of disappointments silts&lt;br /&gt;it learns to lurk,label, love and long &lt;br /&gt;but never a moment to be in stillness and calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantly in search, for happiness &amp; peace&lt;br /&gt;not knowing the very wanting doesnt give release,&lt;br /&gt;in the never ending cycle we continue to blossom, thus whither &lt;br /&gt;amidst seldom unborn ever shining inlooker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-116934959489644865?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/116934959489644865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=116934959489644865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/116934959489644865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/116934959489644865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2007/01/ending-movement.html' title='Ending Movement'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-116874571730020191</id><published>2007-01-13T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:37:11.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathlessness to Happiness</title><content type='html'>in wanting to be happy&lt;br /&gt;happiness is lost in wanting&lt;br /&gt;in doing to be happy&lt;br /&gt;happines is lost in doing&lt;br /&gt;in becoming to be happy&lt;br /&gt;happiness is lost in becoming&lt;br /&gt;in just being happy&lt;br /&gt;is happiness, found in one's being&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-116874571730020191?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/116874571730020191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=116874571730020191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/116874571730020191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/116874571730020191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2007/01/pathlessness-to-happiness.html' title='Pathlessness to Happiness'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-116858481165676626</id><published>2007-01-12T01:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T01:53:31.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Present</title><content type='html'>In contact with senses, in each moment&lt;br /&gt;Arises the myriad objects in accrument&lt;br /&gt;To name, To identify, is mind’s excitement &lt;br /&gt;In the path that leads to self indictment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From stillness, that springs each moment&lt;br /&gt;Arises the form, from formless incitement&lt;br /&gt;To be, Or not to be, remains the predicament &lt;br /&gt;As long as transcendence remains an adjournment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In flicker of hope, is each moment&lt;br /&gt;lies wisdom's treasure in confinement&lt;br /&gt;To see, to observe, I's absentment &lt;br /&gt;is the path that leads to self-enlightenment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-116858481165676626?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/116858481165676626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=116858481165676626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/116858481165676626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/116858481165676626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2007/01/present.html' title='The Present'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114940310110182744</id><published>2006-06-04T02:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:28:47.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Search, Blogging &amp; Immortality</title><content type='html'>Excerpt from the Book "The Search" by John Battelle&lt;br /&gt;How Google and its rivals Rewrote the rules of Business and Transformed our Culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does it mean, I wondered, to become immortal through words pressed in clay-or, as was the case here, through words formed in bits and transferred over the web? Is that not what every person longs for - what Odysseus choose over kalypso's nameless immortality-to die, but to be known forever? And does not search offer the same immortal imprint: is not existing forever in the indexes of Google and others the modern day equivalent of carving our stories into stone? For anyone who has ever written his own name into a search box and anxiously awaited the results, i believe the answer is yes." - John Battelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114940310110182744?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114940310110182744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114940310110182744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114940310110182744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114940310110182744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/06/search-blogging-immortality.html' title='Search, Blogging &amp; Immortality'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114886444731484051</id><published>2006-05-28T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:52:19.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakuntala</title><content type='html'>Her glance was caring &amp; my hopes were bright&lt;br /&gt;Her speech was short with words that delight&lt;br /&gt;Her smile was radiant, like the moon at night&lt;br /&gt;Her steps were slow yet attractive in gait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her looks were noble, fires of passion ignite&lt;br /&gt;Her features were slender yet majestic than Knights&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes so proud yet her heart polite&lt;br /&gt;Her manners so gentle, provoked poets to write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her laughter so irresistible, a thunderous light&lt;br /&gt;Her character so simple yet profound to excite &lt;br /&gt;Her love so pure in line of my sight&lt;br /&gt;Her being so divine , didnt need me quite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114886444731484051?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114886444731484051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114886444731484051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114886444731484051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114886444731484051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/05/shakuntala.html' title='Shakuntala'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114870298360450861</id><published>2006-05-26T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T16:36:12.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Karmic Katabasis</title><content type='html'>A world of our own making&lt;br /&gt;With beliefs, hopes &amp; dreams&lt;br /&gt;An illusion we call reality&lt;br /&gt;With fantasies, dreams &amp;amp; deceptions&lt;br /&gt;A game we came to act&lt;br /&gt;With friends, families &amp; fellow travelers&lt;br /&gt;A desire forever arose&lt;br /&gt;With likes, dislikes and whims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A birth of our own karma&lt;br /&gt;With tendencies, impulses &amp; unfulfilled needs&lt;br /&gt;A personality costume we wore&lt;br /&gt;With fear, insecurity &amp;amp; anxieties&lt;br /&gt;A character we chose to play&lt;br /&gt;With sadness, anger and grief&lt;br /&gt;A time unchosen will end the play&lt;br /&gt;With regret, remorse and guilt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114870298360450861?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114870298360450861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114870298360450861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114870298360450861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114870298360450861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/05/karmic-katabasis.html' title='Karmic Katabasis'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114762664371608506</id><published>2006-04-18T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T16:05:14.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Always &amp; Never</title><content type='html'>A mind which dwells in simple delights&lt;br /&gt;Is never bored with life’s trite&lt;br /&gt;A mind which dwells in whiny wants&lt;br /&gt;Is always needy with ghostly haunts&lt;br /&gt;A mind which longs for the soul immortal&lt;br /&gt;Is never in poverty for its internal and eternal&lt;br /&gt;A mind which longs for outer security&lt;br /&gt;Is always disappointed and sad in obscurity&lt;br /&gt;A mind which learns from own life’s experience&lt;br /&gt;Is never doubting the lessons of its existence&lt;br /&gt;A mind which learns only by competition&lt;br /&gt;Is always to breed fear, envy and opposition&lt;br /&gt;A mind which holds itself near &amp;amp; dear&lt;br /&gt;Is never shaken even in a state of fear&lt;br /&gt;A mind which holds on to fleeting transience&lt;br /&gt;Is always missing the here and now conscience&lt;br /&gt;A mind which sees in mirror of humility&lt;br /&gt;Is never tired to learn life in tranquility&lt;br /&gt;A mind which sees itself above all&lt;br /&gt;Is always trapped, to its own ego to befall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114762664371608506?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114762664371608506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114762664371608506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114762664371608506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114762664371608506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/04/always-never.html' title='Always &amp; Never'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114757345415448734</id><published>2006-04-15T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:24:14.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deforestation</title><content type='html'>A garland without flowers&lt;br /&gt;A garden without them&lt;br /&gt;A year without spring&lt;br /&gt;A lifetime without them&lt;br /&gt;A landscape without trees&lt;br /&gt;A planet without them&lt;br /&gt;A land without water&lt;br /&gt;An ocean without them&lt;br /&gt;A sky without clouds&lt;br /&gt;And rain without them&lt;br /&gt;A forest without animals&lt;br /&gt;An habitat without them&lt;br /&gt;A life without balance&lt;br /&gt;A mind without them&lt;br /&gt;An earth without life&lt;br /&gt;And man without them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114757345415448734?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114757345415448734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114757345415448734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114757345415448734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114757345415448734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/04/deforestation.html' title='Deforestation'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114756821778999779</id><published>2006-04-14T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T21:04:05.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever</title><content type='html'>Even sun will die&lt;br /&gt;In space, it sworns&lt;br /&gt;Even space will die&lt;br /&gt;In mind, as it belongs&lt;br /&gt;Even memories will die&lt;br /&gt;In time, as we age along&lt;br /&gt;Even time will die&lt;br /&gt;In Love, to adorn&lt;br /&gt;Even love will die&lt;br /&gt;In end?, I mourn&lt;br /&gt;Even the end will die&lt;br /&gt;In karma, to be reborn&lt;br /&gt;whatever you may own&lt;br /&gt;lives to this song&lt;br /&gt;thats all to be known&lt;br /&gt;and is taught lifelong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114756821778999779?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114756821778999779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114756821778999779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114756821778999779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114756821778999779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/04/forever.html' title='Forever'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114754104958138223</id><published>2006-04-14T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T20:56:35.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Garb of Reality</title><content type='html'>suffering garbed is desire&lt;br /&gt;sorrow garbed is expectations&lt;br /&gt;ignorance garbed is illusion&lt;br /&gt;fear garbed is anger&lt;br /&gt;insecurity garbed is possesiveness&lt;br /&gt;karma garbed is action&lt;br /&gt;wisdom garbed is happiness&lt;br /&gt;love garbed is humanity&lt;br /&gt;nature garbed is God&lt;br /&gt;Reality garbed is Reality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114754104958138223?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114757106844753739</id><published>2006-04-12T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T21:44:28.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Not Becoming</title><content type='html'>Its Never too late &lt;br /&gt;To be what you would have been&lt;br /&gt;It could be too late&lt;br /&gt;To still try becoming rather just be&lt;br /&gt;Its Never too late&lt;br /&gt;To know what you have become over lifetimes&lt;br /&gt;It could be too late&lt;br /&gt;Not to know you are an infinite being this lifetime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114757106844753739?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114757106844753739/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114479963120830410</id><published>2006-04-11T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T22:33:10.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awakening our Awareness</title><content type='html'>Accepting ourselves is the face of Sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerity is the anchor of focus, a compass for self direction, a mirror of guidance&lt;br /&gt;The inner guidance by practice triggers a natural subconscious process called Awakening.&lt;br /&gt;With Awakening begins the actual journey of bringing to forefront our beautiful inner self&lt;br /&gt;Thought no longer chooses but the very thinking is choosen.&lt;br /&gt;Then from being someone who is reactive, we become someone who is aware.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114479963120830410?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114479963120830410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114479963120830410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114479963120830410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114479963120830410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/04/awakening-our-awareness.html' title='Awakening our Awareness'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114480653954632760</id><published>2006-04-10T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T18:00:03.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainity</title><content type='html'>It's not for us to know when it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;It will happen when it's time.&lt;br /&gt;And when it's time you'll know it&lt;br /&gt;it will then be beautiful, perfect and filling.&lt;br /&gt;You will start radiating the joy once again&lt;br /&gt;as that moment will dissolve all questions&lt;br /&gt;You will be irreversibly transformed&lt;br /&gt;to a state where there no longer exist past&lt;br /&gt;but only moments of reality, always as now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114480653954632760?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114480549310068434</id><published>2006-04-09T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:31:55.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer</title><content type='html'>When we feel down and alone&lt;br /&gt;Lets make the present moment our friend&lt;br /&gt;When we are challenged&lt;br /&gt;Lets question what is our relationship with the present moment, is it harmonious?&lt;br /&gt;When we feel a sense of loss&lt;br /&gt;Lets remember if at all there is a solution it can only be in the present&lt;br /&gt;When we feel sad of the past&lt;br /&gt;Lets understand that it is felt by your 'BEING' , which is present tense always&lt;br /&gt;When we are anxious of the future&lt;br /&gt;Lets become self aware that when future comes , it will only come in the present&lt;br /&gt;When we feel the 'connectedness'&lt;br /&gt;Lets realize there was never a time where it did not or will not cease to exist, as we are verily existence&lt;br /&gt;When we cry&lt;br /&gt;Lets do so by completely and wholeheartedly accepting the situation, without a conflict or escape.&lt;br /&gt;When we are happy&lt;br /&gt;Lets enjoy and strive to live it in every such moment, every single day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114480549310068434?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114480549310068434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114480549310068434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114480549310068434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114480549310068434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/04/prayer.html' title='A Prayer'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114447515243119634</id><published>2006-04-08T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T15:34:56.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Physical Chemistry</title><content type='html'>So what, if these loving eyes have dark circles?&lt;br /&gt;I have been sleepless ever since you left me&lt;br /&gt;So what, if these limbs are weak and shoulders shrunk?&lt;br /&gt;I have last all my vigor and strength after I gave my heart&lt;br /&gt;So what, that I am no longer so attractive to you?&lt;br /&gt;I have withered my every petal in this eternal longing for you&lt;br /&gt;So what, if this body is ever slowly decaying ?&lt;br /&gt;It is so religiously doing its duty in every moment&lt;br /&gt;Can we really see that Love without any of its form?&lt;br /&gt;Are we so illusioned that we just cant see it ?&lt;br /&gt;Choose between what you are and what you want to be&lt;br /&gt;Heart never listens to the Mind,  it is always the other way!&lt;br /&gt;And when mind listens to the heart, it ceases to be&lt;br /&gt;In Love thus ceases “I”-ness to become Oneness.&lt;br /&gt;You cant love without a heart&lt;br /&gt;Nor can you have a heart without love&lt;br /&gt;You cannot take the love which you gave&lt;br /&gt;You cannot give love until the you is taken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114447515243119634?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114447515243119634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114447515243119634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114447515243119634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114447515243119634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/04/physical-chemistry.html' title='Physical Chemistry'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114447542987426399</id><published>2006-04-07T01:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T01:50:29.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Approach</title><content type='html'>Pragmatism is a rational approach.&lt;br /&gt;Even Honesty is an ideological approach&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance is the most magnanimous approach&lt;br /&gt;Belief is a self satisfactory approach.&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneity is our heats approach&lt;br /&gt;Safety and Fear is our minds approach&lt;br /&gt;Hurt is our self made image’s approach&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is our inner being approach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114447542987426399?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114447542987426399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114447542987426399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114447542987426399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114447542987426399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/04/lifes-approach.html' title='Life&apos;s Approach'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114451051702342689</id><published>2006-04-06T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:05:54.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rishi of Love</title><content type='html'>You saw my pearls of love as mere tears&lt;br /&gt;You saw my melting pot of my being’s love as mere weakness&lt;br /&gt;You saw my unconditional acceptance out of love as mere incapacity&lt;br /&gt;You saw my mind drenched in heart’s love as mere instrument to impress&lt;br /&gt;You saw my longing for love’s courtship as mere anxiety&lt;br /&gt;You saw my innocence blossoming out of love as mere childishness&lt;br /&gt;You saw my creativity that sprung from love’s spontaneity as mere fantasy &lt;br /&gt;You saw my sensitivity and tenderness out of love as mere imbalance&lt;br /&gt;You saw my words that danced to love’s music as mere flattery&lt;br /&gt;I saw in you the divine inner being beyond all its labels and forms as Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114451051702342689?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114451051702342689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114451051702342689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114451051702342689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114451051702342689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/04/rishi-of-love.html' title='Rishi of Love'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114338718956207575</id><published>2006-03-26T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T10:37:27.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Union</title><content type='html'>Where is love&lt;br /&gt;If the ‘I’ has not disappeared still?&lt;br /&gt;Where is beloved&lt;br /&gt;If we cannot find it inside one's heart&lt;br /&gt;Where is courtship&lt;br /&gt;if the heart and mind is not married in oneself&lt;br /&gt;Where is the need for marriage&lt;br /&gt;If we are not in wedlock with divine&lt;br /&gt;Where is divine&lt;br /&gt;If not in you and as yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114338718956207575?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114338718956207575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114338718956207575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114338718956207575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114338718956207575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/03/union.html' title='The Union'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114278796852857409</id><published>2006-03-19T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T12:11:32.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Artful Life</title><content type='html'>Art comes from not obsession but passion.&lt;br /&gt;Poetry is one of its multifaceted expressions&lt;br /&gt;And the artist himself is its everflowing inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;improvization is its tool sculpted in spontaneity&lt;br /&gt;which transcends definitiveness and certainity&lt;br /&gt;from the self created 'reality' of safety&lt;br /&gt;to a state of experiencing the 'now' in totality&lt;br /&gt;where...&lt;br /&gt;Imagination becomes the art of the mind&lt;br /&gt;Love, the art of the Hearts&lt;br /&gt;Truth, the art of the inner being&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, as art of this blessed life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114278796852857409?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114278796852857409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114278796852857409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114278796852857409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114278796852857409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/03/artful-life.html' title='Artful Life'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114219731523450409</id><published>2006-03-12T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T03:25:01.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zephyr</title><content type='html'>If I had been that dry sultry air&lt;br /&gt;I came looking for your wisdom’s moisture&lt;br /&gt;If I had been that fierce self destructive wind&lt;br /&gt;I came to thee land to calm and die down&lt;br /&gt;If I have become this very pleasant breeze&lt;br /&gt;I came from thy sea of love that made me warm&lt;br /&gt;If I am still that ever fresh zephyr&lt;br /&gt;I come again and again to kiss your beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my garden of words arises the flower of poetry,&lt;br /&gt;every single day blessed and kissed by the divine light&lt;br /&gt;the birds of love and wisdom in threrein they flock&lt;br /&gt;to bless and thank the beauty in us that forgot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114219731523450409?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114219731523450409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114219731523450409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114219731523450409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114219731523450409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/03/zephyr.html' title='Zephyr'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114118601724632132</id><published>2006-02-28T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:51:41.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drums of Joy</title><content type='html'>the ensuing drama is a pastime , enjoy while it lasts&lt;br /&gt;the tears are a divine flowing , enjoy let it come&lt;br /&gt;the sadness is but divine longing, enjoy live's toast&lt;br /&gt;the suffering will reveal yourself, embrace so you become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takeplaing your dreams to the beat of dancing staff&lt;br /&gt;mind's noise dissolves in it slowly and steadily&lt;br /&gt;in utter such peace you hear yourself laugh&lt;br /&gt;with a joy and madness that is so fulfilling &amp;amp; lively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this moment becomes you, no longer it is stolen&lt;br /&gt;wealthy in abundance in fullfilment of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;poor of ego's hurt, happines is swollen&lt;br /&gt;lost and drown in oneness of god's kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evrything you possess no longer do you own&lt;br /&gt;surrender you become, not in preparation but time&lt;br /&gt;everything you learnt, is meaningless and thrown&lt;br /&gt;sacrifice you live, attuned to heavenly dance chimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114118601724632132?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114118601724632132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114118601724632132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114118601724632132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114118601724632132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/03/drums-of-joy.html' title='Drums of Joy'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114118659552507748</id><published>2006-02-26T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:17:10.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arising</title><content type='html'>Fold the corners of your mind into your heart&lt;br /&gt;And make planes of happiness that flies without any strings&lt;br /&gt;Let the divine wind carry you through life effortlessly&lt;br /&gt;Expand your love as heart’s wings to be happy &amp;amp; alive&lt;br /&gt;Flutter and dance in the sky with the gorgeous wings O Butterfly!&lt;br /&gt;Flap your wings and keep this dance going ,&lt;br /&gt;while my heart in silence is in stillness and smiling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114118659552507748?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114118659552507748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114118659552507748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114118659552507748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114118659552507748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/02/arising.html' title='Arising'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114083165460606309</id><published>2006-02-24T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T03:27:06.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance of Love</title><content type='html'>my dance is based on the tone of my heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;how can I say?, my heart often dies in longing&lt;br /&gt;while my pen keeps refusing to write my story&lt;br /&gt;the world of dance is but a journey that you have accepted&lt;br /&gt;which when ends, it all seems to begin ,&lt;br /&gt;but when you begin it all seems to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man is like a weightless object wandering in the daily waves of life&lt;br /&gt;O Mind Knowing and having known, don’t you worry&lt;br /&gt;The beat has not missed, nor is it a mistake of anyone&lt;br /&gt;final destination is how far my legs can take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you flew away from me forgetting our old notes&lt;br /&gt;and my eyes are burdened crying all night all along&lt;br /&gt;this should all be but a secret drama&lt;br /&gt;and I am like a boat swayed hither and there by the waves&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are not a SIN , nor have I any anger towards life&lt;br /&gt;Love simply did not Love me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114083165460606309?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114083165460606309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114083165460606309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114083165460606309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114083165460606309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/02/dance-of-love.html' title='Dance of Love'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114047580776761169</id><published>2006-02-21T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:38:48.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>Another day passes, another one begins&lt;br /&gt;Life again unravels its most mysterious lessons&lt;br /&gt;Another day passes, another one begins&lt;br /&gt;Ever changing in me, is nature's dynamic vision&lt;br /&gt;Another day passes another one begins&lt;br /&gt;We lose something, to learn what is it to win&lt;br /&gt;Another day passes another day begins&lt;br /&gt;Memories get churned in everyday's spin&lt;br /&gt;Another day passes, another one begins&lt;br /&gt;Love inside only grows more deep within&lt;br /&gt;Another day passes, another one begins&lt;br /&gt;in each of it moment lies the truth hidden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114047580776761169?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114047580776761169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114047580776761169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114047580776761169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114047580776761169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114040704184762984</id><published>2006-02-19T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:44:01.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O Divine Goddess Shakti!</title><content type='html'>Days, Months and Years would pass by&lt;br /&gt;Amidst joy, sorrow, growth, life challenges&lt;br /&gt;You would continue to remind me of my innocent youth&lt;br /&gt;By your resplendent smile and incessant joy of laughter&lt;br /&gt;You would continue to strengthen my resolve amidst life’ challenges&lt;br /&gt;By having strived through insurmountable challenges of past lives&lt;br /&gt;You would continue to smilingly remind me of my lost love &amp; only love&lt;br /&gt;By illuminating my mind of the divine love that is abundant within us&lt;br /&gt;You would continue to make me introspectively reflect of past&lt;br /&gt;By reminding me of the present moment and anchor in awareness&lt;br /&gt;You would still communicate everyday eventhough distant&lt;br /&gt;By sending your thoughts and prayers through the sun, stars and moon&lt;br /&gt;You would continue to ignite my inner fire for growth and realization&lt;br /&gt;By embracing my soul and kissing my fears and pains goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You would continue to remind me of my limitations, regrets and weakness&lt;br /&gt;By showing they don’t belong to your divine self and they are not me&lt;br /&gt;You would continue to make me cry , break and shed tears&lt;br /&gt;By showing how blessed I am to have known and connected with you&lt;br /&gt;You would make me feel helpless, longing and anxious&lt;br /&gt;By asking me to wait in another reincarnation, yet another birth&lt;br /&gt;You would make me cherish and make me feel the most gifted person&lt;br /&gt;By living inside my heart and mind till the very end as glowing wisdom&lt;br /&gt;You would make me see beyond vastness and voidness&lt;br /&gt;By making me understand both from what I lost and what I have&lt;br /&gt;You would make me see beyond forms, labels and words&lt;br /&gt;By bringing the reality of who we are behind the curtain of fantasy and dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114040704184762984?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114040704184762984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114040704184762984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114040704184762984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114040704184762984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-divine-goddess-shakti.html' title='O Divine Goddess Shakti!'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-113969158055011537</id><published>2006-02-11T15:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T15:59:40.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There it is</title><content type='html'>There lurks a hidden fire in all of us&lt;br /&gt;Where we feel safe to experience at a distance&lt;br /&gt;For going deeper we feel it is all consuming&lt;br /&gt;Like the spirit of quest, so indeed the fire of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There springs an incessant joy in all of us&lt;br /&gt;Where we feel the fear to lose it any moment&lt;br /&gt;For going deeper we feel it is unselfishly all giving&lt;br /&gt;Like the grace of God , so indeed the sprouts of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There lives a sleepless spirit in all of us&lt;br /&gt;Where we feel the presence when the mind quietens&lt;br /&gt;For going deeper we lose the sense of individuality&lt;br /&gt;Like the form to energy, so indeed man to love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-113969158055011537?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/113969158055011537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=113969158055011537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/113969158055011537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/113969158055011537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/02/there-it-is_11.html' title='There it is'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-113955332999955087</id><published>2006-02-10T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T15:38:12.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A friendships Farewell</title><content type='html'>Beside your divinity I want to dwell&lt;br /&gt;Entrapped and caught in your energy spell&lt;br /&gt;Again and again in love I fell&lt;br /&gt;to praise , pray and wish you well&lt;br /&gt;I long to commune with my every cell&lt;br /&gt;My feelings and experiences, endless to tell&lt;br /&gt;If the day would come, for you to ring that bell&lt;br /&gt;I wish am long gone, so not to hear, ‘friendships farewell’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-113955332999955087?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/113955332999955087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=113955332999955087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/113955332999955087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/113955332999955087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/02/friendships-farewell.html' title='A friendships Farewell'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-113955318649212072</id><published>2006-02-09T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T01:35:51.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthly Divine</title><content type='html'>In the spontaneous outpour of heartfelt poems&lt;br /&gt;I don’t claim to have transcended beyond words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the realm of our mysterious connection&lt;br /&gt;I don’t claim to have transcended beyond senses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the glory of our blessed spirits&lt;br /&gt;I don’t claim to be strong &amp;amp; beyond emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But If in your heart I have left a thirst&lt;br /&gt;Don’t quench it with delusions of the mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But If in your being I have a place&lt;br /&gt;Don’t prevent a deeper experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if in your love I can partake&lt;br /&gt;Let’s dare, dive and dissolve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-113955318649212072?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/113955318649212072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=113955318649212072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/113955318649212072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/113955318649212072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/02/earthly-divine.html' title='Earthly Divine'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-113937333994076647</id><published>2006-02-07T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:35:39.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Reality</title><content type='html'>Reality is like the all consuming ocean&lt;br /&gt;Where its lessons are waves of incessant motion&lt;br /&gt;Sways in it, mind’s boat with unanchored emotions&lt;br /&gt;Creating its own whirlpool of suffering in illusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean of reality is but an island, surrounded by land of love&lt;br /&gt;It disappears when it meets the horizon of truth above&lt;br /&gt;When reality is lost, then divine appears thereof&lt;br /&gt;To all its creation and in beauty to belove&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-113937333994076647?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/113937333994076647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=113937333994076647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/113937333994076647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/113937333994076647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/02/divine-reality.html' title='Divine Reality'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-113955349039877474</id><published>2006-02-07T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T05:44:44.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Love</title><content type='html'>searched and searched for myself&lt;br /&gt;And found answers of me nowhere but in you&lt;br /&gt;I dream, I pray, I wish&lt;br /&gt;To share, communicate and be near you&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams, thoughts, values and virtues&lt;br /&gt;You are but an inseparable part&lt;br /&gt;In my journey, I searched many a path&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, all but leads to spiritual love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-113955349039877474?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/113955349039877474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=113955349039877474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/113955349039877474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/113955349039877474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/02/spiritual-love.html' title='Spiritual Love'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-113858293278043302</id><published>2006-01-29T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T07:42:52.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart that Sails</title><content type='html'>life's circumstances could have drifted the boats apart&lt;br /&gt;but these boats know nothing but love as they depart&lt;br /&gt;one of them has repressed the other's heart to share&lt;br /&gt;the other still communicates through the undercurrent, unaware&lt;br /&gt;there could be many a boat in life's river&lt;br /&gt;but to each the connection is unique and forever&lt;br /&gt;whether be anchored or set in motion sailing&lt;br /&gt;they never forget their divine connection and its blessing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-113858293278043302?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/113858293278043302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=113858293278043302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/113858293278043302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/113858293278043302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/01/heart-that-sails.html' title='Heart that Sails'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-113825858965254374</id><published>2006-01-26T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T01:56:29.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Again!</title><content type='html'>What heart longs always may not be what the mind wants&lt;br /&gt;In the corner of my eye is a tear about to drop, learning this truth.&lt;br /&gt;With love there are neither rules nor any outcomes&lt;br /&gt;there is only the seed of experience and the fruit of growth&lt;br /&gt;more there is love , deeper is the individual spiritual experience&lt;br /&gt;closer is one to himself and helpless in it he surrenders&lt;br /&gt;in love I always saw the spark of the divine in the other&lt;br /&gt;that day I knew my pilgrimage has already begun,&lt;br /&gt;seldom till then I realized, that I was amidst the extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;these moments will never come back but can never exist without me&lt;br /&gt;the miracles of life come unexpected and sometimes leaves such&lt;br /&gt;living in those magic moments fills the rest of  life with those memories&lt;br /&gt;without love yesterday, today and tomorrow is but a repetition&lt;br /&gt;dwelled in it, no single moment is same as the other&lt;br /&gt;yes I realize now in love I lived moment by moment in the present&lt;br /&gt;my fears and limitations were but only passing distractions&lt;br /&gt;there could always have been a more joyful past  or a better present&lt;br /&gt;but I cannot dream a single day without this love and its energy&lt;br /&gt;those never ending moments have their own highs and lows&lt;br /&gt;but I ask in love’s clock , can the smaller or the bigger needles be any less&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yes! Seemingly different I am in words , in speech and in person&lt;br /&gt;But is the world unreal I ask because there is day, twilight and night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-113825858965254374?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/113825858965254374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=113825858965254374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/113825858965254374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/113825858965254374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/01/love-again.html' title='Love Again!'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114047783599839991</id><published>2006-01-21T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T13:04:50.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Search for my Beloved</title><content type='html'>Even the night does sleep at dawn&lt;br /&gt;Not the heart with love that longs.&lt;br /&gt;Alert and Aware in its silence song&lt;br /&gt;Wondering &amp;amp; worrying what would go wrong&lt;br /&gt;In love’s lap, daily I coil and sleep&lt;br /&gt;Hoping its chamber, in me I would keep&lt;br /&gt;In search of beloved, in dreams I would leap&lt;br /&gt;Only to wakeup and find myself weep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114047783599839991?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114047783599839991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114047783599839991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114047783599839991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114047783599839991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2006/01/search-for-my-beloved.html' title='Search for my Beloved'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-113371193867298279</id><published>2005-12-04T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T11:16:39.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Eyes</title><content type='html'>As I polish my soul, the relfection of love blinds my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In its blindness , I open my lotus heart where I see her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am speechless upon seeing her inner radiance whose depth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And breadth strecthes to eternity, making me feel transient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her pools of wisdom, I swim like a fish wanting to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for those eyes, for once to pierce inside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come along way to be besides thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your grace &amp; love thus I pray to share &amp;amp; see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-113371193867298279?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/113371193867298279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=113371193867298279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/113371193867298279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/113371193867298279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/12/inner-eyes.html' title='Inner Eyes'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114047681296535072</id><published>2005-11-20T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T18:06:52.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Connection</title><content type='html'>When all expectations have disappeared&lt;br /&gt;I truly see beyond mind’s curtain&lt;br /&gt;When all sufferings are released&lt;br /&gt;I see the joy, that continuously am able to behold&lt;br /&gt;When all hopes of sharing disappear&lt;br /&gt;I see the stars and sun in our heavenly hearts that we share&lt;br /&gt;When all hopes of communication are about to be lost&lt;br /&gt;I see the possibility to share my silence&lt;br /&gt;When all fears are being destroyed&lt;br /&gt;I see the inner growth of emerging wisdom&lt;br /&gt;When all attachments have ceased to be&lt;br /&gt;I see the connection deeper of how we would relate&lt;br /&gt;When all thoughts have exhausted&lt;br /&gt;I slip quietly into my own heart full of love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114047681296535072?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114047681296535072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114047681296535072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114047681296535072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114047681296535072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/11/inner-connection.html' title='Inner Connection'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-112576690571084612</id><published>2005-09-03T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T17:17:21.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An American Soldier</title><content type='html'>as the wounds of the night sleeps&lt;br /&gt;tears of showers from clouds weep&lt;br /&gt;befallen &amp; stripped of his armour&lt;br /&gt;still defeat or loss he doesn't harbour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears dry from his sunken eyes&lt;br /&gt;his shoulders shrugged in despise&lt;br /&gt;flesh &amp;amp; bones singing his demise&lt;br /&gt;laid the soldier's courage in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his thoughts fade, dreaming his strife&lt;br /&gt;hoping for peace he would rest his life&lt;br /&gt;as he farewell's kiss to stars and stripes&lt;br /&gt;in memory he lives, to his new born son and wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a wakeupcall at dawn for the souls&lt;br /&gt;spirit of homeland, still his lips extol&lt;br /&gt;inspired to sacrifice, stand around his patrol&lt;br /&gt;as he breathes the freedom, as his final goal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-112576690571084612?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/112576690571084612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=112576690571084612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112576690571084612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112576690571084612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/09/american-soldier.html' title='An American Soldier'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-112580860610379470</id><published>2005-09-01T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T00:46:05.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catastrophina</title><content type='html'>the unmerciful winds have gone&lt;br /&gt;its time to regain and be strong&lt;br /&gt;even sun is ashamed to dawn&lt;br /&gt;to see dead babies in the lawns&lt;br /&gt;the lakes continue to cry &amp; shed&lt;br /&gt;of homes &amp;amp; families lost in flood&lt;br /&gt;engulfed &amp; faced with a sea of grief&lt;br /&gt;they continued to hold in faith &amp;amp; belief&lt;br /&gt;the burdens they have &amp; about to bear&lt;br /&gt;the whole country rallies to care and share&lt;br /&gt;hearts cry, knowing not what it means&lt;br /&gt;minds struggle to build a NEW Orleans&lt;br /&gt;white or black the nature did not spare&lt;br /&gt;as mississipi burns in loss and despair&lt;br /&gt;the courage of its men, becomes aware&lt;br /&gt;as stories &amp;amp; struggles hit the air&lt;br /&gt;while the nation awakens in disbelief&lt;br /&gt;victims of poverty die, awaiting relief&lt;br /&gt;still anger and agony looming their fate&lt;br /&gt;is but to be changed by the lone star state&lt;br /&gt;no matter, how many katrina's are bound to hit&lt;br /&gt;they cannot ever shake that american spirit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-112580860610379470?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/112580860610379470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=112580860610379470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112580860610379470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112580860610379470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/09/catastrophina.html' title='Catastrophina'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-112486283240576523</id><published>2005-08-24T01:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:15:58.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrorists love DEAD-LINES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/1024/Terrorist1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/400/Terrorist1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Doodling today at work &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-112486283240576523?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/112486283240576523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=112486283240576523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112486283240576523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112486283240576523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/08/terrorists-love-dead-lines_24.html' title='Terrorists love DEAD-LINES'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-112465122376129305</id><published>2005-08-20T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T20:25:46.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Karmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The concept of Karma of a human being could be better defined as inherent born law of consequences or results of actions produced in the complexily and dynamically evolving cause-effect matrix which inter wovens and inturn affects or effects reactions, that ripens in fruition of time either in the immedate present or as a resultant of the past in he now or for the actions of present in future.&lt;br /&gt;Karma can be viewed as an autonomous operating justice system created before or after the very creation, so it operates in logic and self sustaining in supervision and operation without any bias towards any form of creation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four categories of karmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sanchita Karma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Prarbdha Karma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Kriyamana Karma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Agama Karma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sanchita Karma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The karma acculumated or stocked from the past of a being due to his or her actions. Some of these actions are performed knowingly and other are performed unconsciously. When the times of its fruition arises the conscious actions of the past would be reflected in the present, some of which would rationally be understood by the mind as a result of past actions but those which you have no explanantion are the unconscious acts of the past. The actions you take to handle the present situation \ circumstances or challenges would inturn result in further karmic accumulation. By this way the cyclic creation is sustained and self regulated leading to reincarnations or the birth-death cycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prarbdha Karma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not all of Sanchita Karma of the past is experienced by the being in the current lifetime. Only portions of Sanchita karma which has ripened are experienced in the current life creating one's destiny or fate called Prarbdha Karma. As Prarbdha karma acts, depending upon the actions produced it may result in further accumulation of Sanchita Karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kriyamana Karma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The power to use free will to change the effects of Sanchita Karma and Prarbdha Karma either by right thinking or action or both is kriyamana Karma. Instead of merely being instruments of a pre set state, this results in dynamism and self power to change the actions of the past by an equivalent and appropriate right action of the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agama Karma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The futuristic ideas \ thoughts \ insights\ planned or envisioned or comtemplated gives rise to set of actions and that is termed as Agama Karma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dynamic dance of fate and free will, between destiny and determined is the interaction between Sanchita and Prarbdha on one side and Kriyamana and Agama on the counter effective. Depending upon the efforts and energy put into the the latter two, it determines the quality of life and the effects of what destiny or fate can have on you and your surrondings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-112465122376129305?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/112465122376129305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=112465122376129305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112465122376129305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112465122376129305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/08/karmas.html' title='The Karmas'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-112464752207011333</id><published>2005-08-19T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T04:52:38.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grahas</title><content type='html'>The ancient system of Indian or Vedic astrology was called in sanskrit as Jyotish.  It stems from two root words Jyoti (means light) and Isha means God, thus meaning seeing the Light of past present and future through the eyes of God. Any astrological prediction is bound by space and time, for there is always a constant change in the state of living and non living things with respect to time and that being influenced more or less , to the positive or negative , to the likes or dislikes of the living entity depedening upon the place and position of the natural forces (magnetic and gravitational in nature- exhibited by Planets.) that act upon.  The closest english translation to sanskrit term Grahas is planets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The philosophies, divinations and practices are all closely interlinked as a holistic system of thought in ancient India to answer the fundamental questions of who we are and why things happen the way it does and where do we go. Hence Astrology is closely interlinked with other schools of thought like Sankyas, yogas and Karmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grahas are believed t0 be the the executing agents of Karma, which rewards or punishes for the actions done at the present or at the past by creating situations or circumstances by which you will be subjected to undergo the return. There are totally 9 Grahas and their influence on the the being creates the oppurtunity to execute your karmas , which will facilitate continuous rebirth until no further accumulation of karma is possible. ( acheived through relinquishment of desire and by enlightenment , not merely understadning the principle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Body is composed of many layer of Sheaths or Kosas according to Taitriya Upanishad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Annamaya Kosa          (made of food and intakes)&lt;br /&gt;2. Pranyama Kosa          (made of air or prana - the vital force)&lt;br /&gt;3. Manomaya Kosa         (made of mind or manas)&lt;br /&gt;4. Vijnanamaya Kosa      (made of knowledge &amp; wisdom )&lt;br /&gt;5. Anandamaya Kosa      (made of bliss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grahas influence first the Manomaya Kosa and the Karmas dormantly stored of previous life times comes into fruition and ignites the Manomaya or the mind where you hold the concept, ideologies, philosophies and ideas of you and everything else. The mind is the most vulnerable part of the human being and the influence results in directing the Pranayama vital force sheath which helps and energises the being for the participation \ preparation \ or involvement to fullfill his Karma. The energization results in the Annamaya Sheath or the physical body performing or avoiding / participating or resisting in actions and events directed by one's mind. The Vijnanamaya or the Knowledge here refers to the Knowledge of the Self and depening upon how much you know through your experiences through many lives it determines the path to salvation and holds your individual karma of the lifetimes.  The Anandamaya kosa is the final fruition of liberation which is unconditional bliss and is believed to hold the relative karma shared with one's family, relatives, friends, community, country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those nine grahas that determine your fate are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parashara.com/surya.html"&gt;Sun (Surya)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parashara.com/moon.html"&gt;Moon (Chandra)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parashara.com/mars.html"&gt;Mars(&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parashara.com/mars.html"&gt;Mangal)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parashara.com/mercury.html"&gt;Mercury(Budha)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parashara.com/jupiter.html"&gt;Jupiter(Guru)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parashara.com/venus.html"&gt;Venus(Shukra)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parashara.com/saturn.html"&gt;Saturn(Shani)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parashara.com/rahu.html"&gt;Northern Lunar Node (Rahu)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parashara.com/ketu.html"&gt;Southern Lunar Node(Ketu)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-112464752207011333?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/112464752207011333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=112464752207011333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112464752207011333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112464752207011333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/08/grahas.html' title='The Grahas'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-112440106776503661</id><published>2005-08-18T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T11:16:53.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace</title><content type='html'>You and Me came from HIM&lt;br /&gt;Yet we fight, on religious whims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Me are from Earth&lt;br /&gt;Yet we fight, on land of birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Me are skin clothed humans&lt;br /&gt;Yet we fight, as color loved daemons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Me livin modern cultures&lt;br /&gt;Yet we fight &amp; compete as vultures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Me are same when Born&lt;br /&gt;Yet we fight, awaiting innocence gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Me, are nature's grand symphony&lt;br /&gt;Yet we fight, and strike dis-harmony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Me owe our selves to THEE&lt;br /&gt;Yet we fight for nothing, dont you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, You and Me, have no same face,&lt;br /&gt;Yet nature's diversity is to  Love &amp;amp; Embrace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-112440106776503661?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/112440106776503661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=112440106776503661' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112440106776503661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112440106776503661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/08/embrace.html' title='Embrace'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-112428223980257618</id><published>2005-08-17T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:37:01.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation to Destruction &amp; Beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the unfoldment of Universe from ONE is Srsti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the illusion it manifests as many is Vikrti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the unfoldment gave rise to Purusha(spirit) and (matter) Prakriti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this spectacle seen through love, is Bhakti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this truth is dormant and coiled as Kundalini Shakti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the ascent of which gives rise to intelligence, Buddhi &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the end of unfoldment back to source, is Pralaya &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its rebirth is in the seed of consciousness, is chaitanya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the will of desire to continue the cycle is Bhukti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the liberation from this birth-death cycle is Mukti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-112428223980257618?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/112428223980257618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=112428223980257618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112428223980257618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112428223980257618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/08/creation-to-destruction-beyond.html' title='Creation to Destruction &amp; Beyond'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-112404046039347196</id><published>2005-08-15T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T13:34:59.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Uprising</title><content type='html'>the fight for an indpendent india took 90 years to acheive, the wakeup call was sung by its poets, kings, soldiers, merchants and common man and this is from one who tastes it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let freedom reign the skies of every nation &amp; mind&lt;br /&gt;tire not fighting the restless days and anxious nights&lt;br /&gt;to the warrior, even blade of grass is a knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let words become daggars, your looks fire&lt;br /&gt;your obediance is their victory, your silence is your betrayal&lt;br /&gt;to the strategist, every moment is his weapon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the waves rise, to awaken the ocean of courage within&lt;br /&gt;Let the ground rise, to tremble every advancement of your enemy&lt;br /&gt;to the patriot, his land not heaven is paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let not your family shed tear for the blood you shed&lt;br /&gt;let your sins be washed by blood and purified in your death&lt;br /&gt;to the loved ones, the land and its men are their family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your minds ignite, not catridges, for this is power&lt;br /&gt;your body is your armour, for it is the very land you're fighting to protect&lt;br /&gt;to the wounded, pain is about overcoming not suffering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your flags and temple bells, dance and sing this freedom&lt;br /&gt;clanging bells of elephants, horse footsteps seems to join the celeberation&lt;br /&gt;to the victor, failure is not fatal nor final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let deafening thunder from clouds &amp;amp; blinding flashes of lightning begin!&lt;br /&gt;Sing the conch of your soul and beat the drums of your heart to victory&lt;br /&gt;to the enemies, be both strength and stealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times are ahead, forget not the bad ones, so not to repeat&lt;br /&gt;the stake of this war is not win or lose but your dignity&lt;br /&gt;to the proud, you are about to make history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the dream, stay in reality, sway between them&lt;br /&gt;the moment is here, the mission is clear, you are it's men&lt;br /&gt;to the glory, in praise is this written&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-112404046039347196?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/112404046039347196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=112404046039347196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112404046039347196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112404046039347196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/08/uprising.html' title='The Uprising'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-112382260712957062</id><published>2005-08-12T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T15:59:21.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mangal Pandey - The Spirit of Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1089/236/1600/Mangal%20Pandey.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever way history may portray,&lt;br /&gt;His revolution is still applicable today,&lt;br /&gt;Be it myth or reality, eitherway&lt;br /&gt;Had a message relevant, as if to say&lt;br /&gt;'Colonialism cannot destroy nor dismay&lt;br /&gt;Nor can culture and freedom, by force be taken away&lt;br /&gt;Communalism cannot weaken or decay&lt;br /&gt;the strength of nationalism, by division or betray'&lt;br /&gt;The myth &amp; legend of mangal&lt;br /&gt;Is india’s first freedom struggle journal&lt;br /&gt;Be it martyr or a foolhardy general&lt;br /&gt;Its Irrelevant &amp;amp; inconsequential, to his fame eternal&lt;br /&gt;Incited by an incident on mere catridge rifle&lt;br /&gt;The mutiny of independence couldn’t be stifled&lt;br /&gt;By killing his british officer he would imperil&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; make Bharat remember, that 1857th April&lt;br /&gt;One can take away his glory&lt;br /&gt;cast him as history’s allegory&lt;br /&gt;but the true power of democracy&lt;br /&gt;as witnessed during 1857th mutiny&lt;br /&gt;was a battle fought with a leaderless army &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The strength of the nation grew in the death of its men, nearly 100 years since 1857, what started as violent movement for independent india was acheived through non violence finally by Gandhi. India's war of independence is a classic tale of how Revolutions are acheived through democratic strength and Freedoms are acheived through peaceful process as lived by the first and last freedom fighters of India. Mangal Pandey i believe was a choice not an accident, a man who decided to part his life to make British depart. Whats interesting is both Mangal Pandey and Gandhi created waves which gave rise to many more Mangal Pandeys but unfortunately only one Gandhi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-112382260712957062?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/112382260712957062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=112382260712957062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112382260712957062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112382260712957062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/08/mangal-pandey-spirit-of-revolution.html' title='Mangal Pandey - The Spirit of Revolution'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-112342711722034838</id><published>2005-08-07T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T12:17:16.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Badri - on Google Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/1024/badrinath1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 395px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 261px" height="259" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/400/badrinath1.jpg" width="473" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badrinath, the high altitude shrine and one of the centers of non dualistic philosophy started by Adi Sankara, as seen on Google Earth. I was named after my grandma visited the shrine all the way up in the himalayas. Also seen are Kailash the mythical abode of Shiva and other mountain names and shrines along the Nepal border which attracts trekkers and wandering yogis alike. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;CLICK  ON IMAGE TO SEE IT ENLARGED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-112342711722034838?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/112342711722034838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=112342711722034838' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112342711722034838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112342711722034838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/08/badri-on-google-earth.html' title='Badri - on Google Earth'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-112334913127848199</id><published>2005-08-06T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T13:53:47.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Control Management</title><content type='html'>Control Management is something which Project management does not generally talk about, but deals into scientific methods of cost , time, procurement , quality, process, but what about the people who is behind all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to this excerpt, Covey talks about how people at home and work are still treated as if in Industrial age (where machines do most of the part or people work like machines more of labor than having a need to use their mind) rather than in Knowledge era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;”They (We) have consented perhaps unconsciously, to being controlled like a thing. Even if they perceive a need they don’t take the initiative to act. They wait to be told what to do by the person in the formal title and act as directed. Consequently they blame the formal leader when things go wrong and give him or her credit when things go well. They are thanked for their “cooperation &amp; support”. The more a manager controls, the more he or she evokes a behavior that necessitates greater control or managing. The culture that develops is eventually institutionalized to a point that no one takes responsibility.” - Covey Chap 2 8th Habit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what I understand from the lat line is, when a decision is taken on your behalf by someone who is higher in the power of hierarchy and when that decision goes wrong, you cannot point finger at your boss, looking from an ceiling view called an Organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conflict resolution requires dynamism in thinking and will never be cultivated by ‘told to act’ methods. If you believe there can be learning without making any mistakes, then one should be in an industry where your job is packing matchsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be argued that one is learning by observing the decision made by my boss during conflict resolutions when sought for help. But that microscopic learning can be applied only to an exact similar situation when it arises again. No two apples are same would be my argument. More critical the problem, more the fear based action, more the dependency of your boss needed on the decision making. It is an endless pursuit of seeking freedom not knowing that the one who wants to be free is you not freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking knowledge to make your decision and requiring your boss experience is different than seeking to act out of safety. Without making the right choices, we cannot make the right outcomes. Managers who you report to may be replaced or may change over time, but your work and responsibility doesn’t , continuing in your current position. What if your new boss is less capable than your previous boss, or less capable than yourself? When something goes wrong the less capable new boss will still hold you responsible, what if he says it is your call , you are paid to make it work right and to make right decisions and holds you responsible for the outcome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to consult when confused, it is better to rightly think and act when you have choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-112334913127848199?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/112334913127848199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=112334913127848199' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112334913127848199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112334913127848199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/08/control-management.html' title='Control Management'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-112336075508056288</id><published>2005-08-05T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:53:50.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nechung - Only Surviving Oracle</title><content type='html'>The Oracle at delphi was considered by the Greeks as a place where they could find answers to their problems and also from where the divination messages of future are spoken through priestess Pythia who would provide the answers in return for gold. It was considered the most important shrine and powerful, and unlike medieval ages where priests and religious heads dominated kingdoms it was different in the sense that it was open to delacre the wisest man of Greece was Socrates. Also if the predcitions were wrong, it would have not earned the reputation as it did,but was destroyed by th christian emperor Aracadius in 398 CE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However truth cannot be destroyed and the eastern practices had successfully preserved through ages teachings through esotericism and knowledge was strictly passed only through qualifying disciples amidst Muslim \ British \ Chinese invasions in the indo and tibetian regions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tibetians have preserved the institution of Oracle for the past thirteen hundred years, Nechung is prehaps the only remaining Oracle of our times. The Oracle unlike the one at Delphi is referred as "him" by Dalai lama and is usually comrpising of number of deities under whose advice he fled Tibet due to the invasion of chinese in 1959.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prophecies are communicated through 'kuten', literally meaning Phyical basis who acts as a medium of communication and sometimes believed to be a physical medium of Dorje Drakden the spirit which protects Dala Lama and acts as advisor. Tibetians had to wait for three years after the passing of the previous medium in 1984. Like any other spirit possession the kuten seems to undergo transformation in facial features and usually falls in a state of trance through which the Oracle speaks and has no memory of the happenings when kuten comes out of trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalai lama's most important and difficult decision was advised and guided by Nechung Oracle that tibet would face a great danger, and advised Dalai Lama to meet Nehru, first Prime Minister of India in 1956 in pursuit of exile from tibet to India and also detailed the escape route mentioned in his autobiography Freedom in Exile. The movie Kundun gives some details on kuten, the Oracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalai lama did escape after a thirteen day trek through Himalayas into India.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-112336075508056288?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/112336075508056288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=112336075508056288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112336075508056288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112336075508056288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/08/nechung-only-surviving-oracle.html' title='Nechung - Only Surviving Oracle'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-112337932647622656</id><published>2005-08-03T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T05:11:56.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Art of Spiritual Dialogue</title><content type='html'>In the pretext of presenting a report and leaving it to the audience to seek the truth, the corrupt media engages in talk shows , entertainment gossips and even news which have people present conflicting opinions. Given the limited time they engage in self attacks, defensiveness and chaotic behavior of talking over another. The media is misleading you to believe a serious debate is going on with a common vision to seek truth among the news clip participants, but the fact of matter is you are viewing a group of tenacious people who are determined that their part of the opinion, idea or story is right, leaving you to wonder both sides make sense. However the liberal media would support its own ideology, so would be the conseratives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialogue means "using logos" or using logic in conversations. Unlike the debates whose purpose starts with a motive to be on the winning side , dialogue tries to discover and seek truth. All debates are not worthless and all dialogues dont necessarily lead to truth as well, however the fruitfullness of a spiritual dialogue are determined by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. primary motive in seeking&lt;br /&gt;2. open mindedness in engagement&lt;br /&gt;3. focussed vision&lt;br /&gt;4. joy in participation and among particpants&lt;br /&gt;5. using Logos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The primary motive needs to be established in a dialogue, no common solution can be arrived with differeing objectives to begin with. The purpose of the dialogue when well seated in motive, opens the doorway to the possibility of engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with a common objective but if steadfast in specific patternal thinking, it doesnt open the door to learning but only to the art of defending or in stereotyped thinking. The purpose the dialogue when seated in open mindedness brings forth a creativity and disengages from what i see to what to see, revitalizing to start afresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With open minded conversations, the chances of digression cannot be ruled out as it manifests naturally, but whenever we slide, as long as we are consciously aware of the vision statement, the disipation of energy being wasted is minimal and ability to apply consctructive thought made plausible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialogue does not put the person in focus but the context always and ultimately it is not about who is wrong or right but is the vision religiously being followed and is the whole process exhilarating and rejuvenating? This factor helps you to sustain and evolve in patience and persistance in finding the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final instrument which enables a dialogue is by effective communication, articulation and mastery of the language and in the definitions, terms , concepts and principles used in the dialogue. The presentation through logic ensures the conversation stay beyond mere feelings and the ways of expression. It can be in ways of questions and answers, or analogies or by other means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art of spiritual dialogue whether be J krishnamurti or Socrates lays the foundation to bring forth methods of right learning, unlike today where learning is fostered mostly through competition alone. Eventhugh the later produces the outcome, there is a subtle wastage in the opposing forces of energy .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-112337932647622656?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/112337932647622656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=112337932647622656' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112337932647622656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112337932647622656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/08/art-of-spiritual-dialogue.html' title='Art of Spiritual Dialogue'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-112346528873142529</id><published>2005-07-15T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T05:28:43.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhagavan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1089/236/1600/ramana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1089/236/320/ramana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhagavan is a sanskrit word from its roots Bha (Light) + Ga (spread). One who possesses the ability to spread light is called Bhagavati (feminine) or Bhagavan (masculine). The feminine forms refers usually to Devi or Shakti and the masculine form is usally referred to Vishnu or Krishna but rarely does a sage or saint is called by that name except for the one and only renowned sage Ramana Maharishi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhagavan signifies one who posesses the knowledge of (from Anandalahiri...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Creation &amp; Destruction of the Universe&lt;br /&gt;2. Origin &amp;amp; End of Beings&lt;br /&gt;3. Divine Truth &amp; Ignorance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganapathi Muni gave the name Bhagavan to Ramana after he asked the sage what Tapas means (Tapas in sanskrit refers generally to specific mental and physical austerity / dicipline or Practice which the yogis undergo to control their mind and thereby the senses in the pursuit of self enlightenment. Tapas literally means to burn or blazen and usually fire (Agni) is used in the ritualistic penance by ancient sages, the word is extended to be used among spiritual aspirants practice as they undergo the firing sensation due to rise in Kundalini(the coiled dormant energy which is in the lowest chakra) through yoga ). Tapas according to Ramana is the practice of finding out "who am I" , who is that who is verily asking that  question, who is that from whence action arises, from where the very notion of "I"arises, the persisitent search according to ramana leads to the vanishing of the "I"ness in whoe vaccume is filled an extraordinary energy of consciousness which is the Real self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-112346528873142529?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/112346528873142529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=112346528873142529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112346528873142529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112346528873142529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/07/bhagavan.html' title='Bhagavan'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-112394868092536884</id><published>2005-07-05T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T12:41:18.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Yoga Vasistha?</title><content type='html'>Excerpt from the book vashishta's Yoga by Venkatesananda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lord Rama asks sage Vashista "who are you?" , the sage was in complete silence but on insistence of rama explained thus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iam the pure space like consciousness devoid of objective experience and beyond all mental activity and thought. Iam the pure and infinite consciousness. Even so are you. The whole world is that , too. Everything is the pure and indivisible consciouness. Since there is nothing apart from that, i do not know how to describe that. It is when one endeavours to give expression to one's self that the eosense and all the rest of it arise, even if one's attempt is to attain total freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is absurd for the egosense to seek this emancipation, for it can never comprehend the truth. The infinite consciousness surely stands in no need of realising the infinite consciousness. Eitherway it is like a born blind endeavouring to see a painting. That is nirvana, in which one stands firm like a rock whether or not there is agitation or movement in consciousness. He sees no "other" and in him there is no 'I', 'you' or the 'other'. It is alone (all as one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intellectual , logical answers and all verbal statements , whether verbose or brief , whether their purport is subtle or transcedental are limited by logic , by duality an division. how can i subject myself to the imperfection of expressing the inexpressible? hence i did not attempt to reduce the infinite to words which spring from mental activity."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-112394868092536884?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/112394868092536884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=112394868092536884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112394868092536884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112394868092536884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/07/who-is-yoga-vasistha.html' title='Who is Yoga Vasistha?'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-112422832357754681</id><published>2005-07-04T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:33:38.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>India</title><content type='html'>land of sages&lt;br /&gt;occupied through ages .&lt;br /&gt;despite its carnage&lt;br /&gt;escaped its savage.&lt;br /&gt;caste as cages&lt;br /&gt;yet to free its stages&lt;br /&gt;fights that ravage&lt;br /&gt;never seem to assuage.&lt;br /&gt;poverty still rages&lt;br /&gt;pennies as wages&lt;br /&gt;world's eye guages&lt;br /&gt;as India engages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-112422832357754681?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/112422832357754681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=112422832357754681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112422832357754681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112422832357754681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/07/india.html' title='India'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-112042078909351009</id><published>2005-07-03T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T07:45:24.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Escape</title><content type='html'>The 'Great Escape' directed by John Stugers is based on a true escape attempt which is unimaginable even in an hollywood plot or any escape attempted with such secrecy known to so many people from a prison camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year - 1943&lt;br /&gt;Location - Sagan, Poland&lt;br /&gt;Prison Camp - STALAG LUFT III&lt;br /&gt;Tunnels - Tom (shortest tunnel)&lt;br /&gt;- Dick&lt;br /&gt;- Harry&lt;br /&gt;- George (attempted even after great escape was foiled)&lt;br /&gt;Organization - X commitee&lt;br /&gt;Organizer - Roger Bruschell&lt;br /&gt;- Albert Clark was incharge for interviewing prisoners elligble to participate&lt;br /&gt;- Wally Floody incharge for mining the tunnels&lt;br /&gt;Construction - began on April 1st 1943&lt;br /&gt;Escapees - initially attempted 200&lt;br /&gt;- who made it outside the prison 75&lt;br /&gt;- captured 72&lt;br /&gt;- Actually escaped 3 ( two by swedish frieghters, 1 to holland by train)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalag Luft was considered to be a no breakaway prison because the prison was built over a loose sand , which would not permeate a steady tunnel and the germans believed there cannot be any escape route. But as history would tell us they were totally wrong, against all odds and with complete determination and total secrecy 600 men organization called X organization headed by Roger Bruschell (who had the repute of trying to escape three times from other POW camps) using miners, tailors, planners, forgers, gardeners , theatrists and many many talented people devised the plan from start to finish with absolute probability to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They consctructed the tunnel in the loose sand by sacrificing their wooden beds to support the tunnel at every feet and built their own trolleys , fed air into the tunnels using empty milk cans, stole electricity from germans using wires, used utensils as digging tools, tailors made inner garments to remove the dirt out of the tunnel that can be carried out undetected and spread in the garden outside, forgers were preparing passports , official seals were made out of souls of rubber boots etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Aug 1943 everything went undetected and they thought the first set of 200 prisoners would be back home that christmas. They selected the first 30 who were fluent in German and the remaining were hat picked by lottery. They had to be prepared for the date of escape, which was Mar 24 1944, for their forged passports had to be stamped for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unfortunate thing happened when one german soldier playing with a steel pipe on the sand dropped hard and found the tunnel TOM completely by accident. Four months all work stopped and work was resumed with Tunnel Harry the longest of them. A series of problems started as americans were moved out of the camp and thus lost the oppurtunity to participate in the Great Escape, winter set in and dirt from tunnels could no longer be thrown out undetected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the escape was planned as on Mar 24 1944 by 9 pm , a team already moved in but found they couldnt open the trap door at the exit end of the tunnel as the outer layer was covered with thick ice and quite unexpectedly the trap door was to be closer to the woods but it was few feets away from the prison outer barbed wire, where prisoners could be spotted if escaped in large numbers. Adding to the problem that night, allied air bombing made germans switch off the eleectricity and the tunnel became pitch dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still by 4.30 am the next morning 75 of them managed to escape the prison, but a guard unexpected on duty spotted the escape of 75th person Keith Ogliveand fired the shots. Germans amassed 5 million soldiers initially to trace down every escapee and managed to capture 72 of them. The Great escape was successfull only for three of them who made to Switzerland and Holland. The news reached Hitler and he ordered the entire camp to be executed but out of the fear of how German POW would be treated in retaliation , 50 of the Air force officers were shot dead under the pretext that they tried to escape. Roger Bruschell unfortunately was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What motivated the prioners to continue attempting to escape was that the Geneva convention allowed POW to attempt escape from their enemy and most of the failed escapees were given harsh punishment by solitary confinements called coolers but never executed but that was violatd in killng of the 50 officers. Even after the execution another tunnel was attempted code named George but by then the war ended and the prison camps were burn in joy by the POW. The ones who were very lucky to survive remained to tell us this incredible story of bravery determination and craftmanship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-112042078909351009?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/112042078909351009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=112042078909351009' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112042078909351009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112042078909351009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/07/great-escape.html' title='The Great Escape'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-112002944437597190</id><published>2005-06-29T03:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T15:06:37.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous Spam Rapper</title><content type='html'>insult me not, anonymous coward&lt;br /&gt;with comment, lament and those sta stamerin words&lt;br /&gt;who told ya am a sage, who told u i write new age&lt;br /&gt;whad ya doin with no wage, killin time in self rage?&lt;br /&gt;cloudy, dreamy, you hippie dippie dope&lt;br /&gt;even for a loser like u, there is still hope&lt;br /&gt;ba ba black sheep ? is this poetry very cool?&lt;br /&gt;yes sir yes sir, to you such fools&lt;br /&gt;beat me insane, with that spittle little I-Q&lt;br /&gt;your words n brain, must be kept in zoo&lt;br /&gt;yo yo yo am scared boo boo&lt;br /&gt;your diarrohea mouth is flushy little loo&lt;br /&gt;i dont give a damn, to any of your spam&lt;br /&gt;ofcourse even this is zen, you'll know amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) no offence anonymous dude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-112002944437597190?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/112002944437597190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=112002944437597190' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112002944437597190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112002944437597190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/06/anonymous-spam-rapper.html' title='Anonymous Spam Rapper'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-112003202143284127</id><published>2005-06-28T03:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T05:08:18.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Consciousness</title><content type='html'>Extract from sage Vashista teachings to Lord Rama from book "Vashishta's Yoga"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The world appearance abides in the mind, even as there is space within the pot; if the pot is broken the illusionary division of space vanishes.if mind ceases, the concept of world within mind ceases. As an insect trapped within the pot is freed, so is liberation when mind ceases to be from world illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Universe has surely come into being without any valid cause or its creation: how can one accept the truth of creation which has no cause or purpose? From time immemorial, all these energies have been inherent in the cosmic being, even as pots are forever inherent in a clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Oceans existed in past, present and future as ocean and water temporarily assumes the form of a wave , all this is forever the cosmic being at all times. It is only a fool that entertains a feeling "This Iam" in relation to the temporary transient appearance known as the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similary mind was consciousness in the beginning and will be so in the end (its transient association to the illusionary if removed), why it is then called differently in the now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consciousness has no relationships as in its manifestation duality ceases to exist. Mind has so many relatinships but ultimately many names given to his only friend called Illusion. The relationship betweeon consciousness and mind is explained beautifully by Sage Vashishta as "When consciousness realises itself and abandons its self limiting mental condition, mind is freed and rests as consciousness". Vashista says that is true Identity without its I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-112003202143284127?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/112003202143284127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=112003202143284127' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112003202143284127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112003202143284127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/06/mr-consciousness.html' title='Mr Consciousness'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111984490914606913</id><published>2005-06-27T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T08:21:12.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacred Dance</title><content type='html'>photograph of my current mind state whose color is NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seekers timeline&lt;br /&gt;to perfection &amp; advancement&lt;br /&gt;depends among many factors&lt;br /&gt;perseverance, hard work, commitment&lt;br /&gt;skill, understanding, intuitiveness&lt;br /&gt;but most importantly a heart&lt;br /&gt;that longs and desires&lt;br /&gt;for the highest , that is love&lt;br /&gt;one ought to find. One ought to keep.&lt;br /&gt;As another day comes up&lt;br /&gt;the receding failures&lt;br /&gt;the growing awareness&lt;br /&gt;the interconnected guilt&lt;br /&gt;forms a never ending&lt;br /&gt;karmic cycle of confusion&lt;br /&gt;but the will of assurance&lt;br /&gt;the momentary realizations&lt;br /&gt;the joy of self discovery&lt;br /&gt;keeps love’s altar bright.&lt;br /&gt;World is full of such hearts&lt;br /&gt;each driving their wheel,&lt;br /&gt;the chariots of mind&lt;br /&gt;leading in some,&lt;br /&gt;following in rest.&lt;br /&gt;But there comes a point&lt;br /&gt;of union along the journey&lt;br /&gt;tethered by the qualities of&lt;br /&gt;the sublime sacred spirit&lt;br /&gt;that holds abreast&lt;br /&gt;the momentum of timeless love&lt;br /&gt;in the land of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;in whose vastness &amp;amp; power&lt;br /&gt;the flower smiles at sun&lt;br /&gt;the seed expands to a tree&lt;br /&gt;the sky stretches to infinity&lt;br /&gt;mountains encompass valleys&lt;br /&gt;longing grows in a lover&lt;br /&gt;and each such moment into eons&lt;br /&gt;this movement becomes&lt;br /&gt;the sacred dance&lt;br /&gt;in our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111984490914606913?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111984490914606913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111984490914606913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111984490914606913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111984490914606913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/06/sacred-dance.html' title='Sacred Dance'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-112006129196226477</id><published>2005-06-26T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T12:08:11.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oppurtunities in Present</title><content type='html'>cessation of thought&lt;br /&gt;in sudden danger&lt;br /&gt;momentarily brings you to the present&lt;br /&gt;this is reflexive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dullness of mind&lt;br /&gt;leading to boredom&lt;br /&gt;momentarily brings you to the present&lt;br /&gt;this is reactive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling of pain&lt;br /&gt;distracting the distractions&lt;br /&gt;momentarily brings you to the present&lt;br /&gt;this is impulsive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concentration of mind&lt;br /&gt;focussed in awarenes&lt;br /&gt;alone potentialy can sustain in the present&lt;br /&gt;this is meditative&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-112006129196226477?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/112006129196226477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=112006129196226477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112006129196226477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/112006129196226477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/06/oppurtunities-in-present.html' title='Oppurtunities in Present'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111958701615706279</id><published>2005-06-24T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T04:24:36.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Clearly</title><content type='html'>Listening is something we all practice all the time but seldom against each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to one's own mind, its ambitions, its miseries, its desires, its moods, its needs is pretty well practiced to the extent that it intoxicates oneself to a point where he loses awareness of everything around him and becomes a preocuppied prisoner of the bells and whistles of his own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the other is greatly hampered because for a preoccupied mind, for a mind who is accustomed to narrow thinking , or thinking only of a particular pattern, to a mind which is biased,  a mind which is of prejudiced or mind who is anxious all the time of a result or an outcome , it embraces and listens only to what it wants to hear and discards everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mind thus concerned all the time of a futuristic outcome not just grows anxious,  but from it the possibility of a creative thinking cannot arise . There is thus no spontaneity without it and thus mind acts and behaves in the same pattern and reacts to ever changing circumstances from a past stance with memories , like a pre programmed mechanied being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very act of pursuit whether be a job, or money or lover or fame if it does not give joy, the end result irrespective of success or failure may nto result in happiness. Success is not a moment but it is a continuation of an event and a feeling of looking back from that point to where and how it all began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thinking which cannot think about itself lacks intelligence and hence lacks the qualities of self  correction, quest, creativity and more of all the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mumukshatva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the soul&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111958701615706279?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111958701615706279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111958701615706279' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111958701615706279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111958701615706279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/06/thinking-clearly.html' title='Thinking Clearly'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111958815462553214</id><published>2005-06-23T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T00:42:34.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Death to Birth</title><content type='html'>everything which is born, meets its  death&lt;br /&gt;money, fame, power &amp; position&lt;br /&gt;alone is believed to be worth&lt;br /&gt;this has been imparted to you&lt;br /&gt;since childhood as your lacking dearth&lt;br /&gt;its time to stop waiting to be told &amp;amp; find&lt;br /&gt;alert, alive and awareness are only virtues of mirth&lt;br /&gt;live again and again in such moment&lt;br /&gt;death meets itself  in every such birth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111958815462553214?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111958815462553214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111958815462553214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111958815462553214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111958815462553214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/06/death-to-birth.html' title='Death to Birth'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111902163181871085</id><published>2005-06-18T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T11:20:31.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shining clouds</title><content type='html'>pride not humility&lt;br /&gt;are like passing clouds&lt;br /&gt;virtues not vice&lt;br /&gt;is what is to be proud&lt;br /&gt;charity not possesion&lt;br /&gt;when rains from these clouds&lt;br /&gt;love not hate&lt;br /&gt;in our hearts is ploughed&lt;br /&gt;smile not frown&lt;br /&gt;like the sun had vowed&lt;br /&gt;win not lose&lt;br /&gt;in this game unbowed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111902163181871085?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111902163181871085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111902163181871085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111902163181871085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111902163181871085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/06/shining-clouds.html' title='Shining clouds'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111897341318878528</id><published>2005-06-16T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T09:04:56.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear &amp; Harmony</title><content type='html'>civilization for thousands of years&lt;br /&gt;have fought its wars out of fears&lt;br /&gt;the music of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;surrendered to&lt;br /&gt;the dances of our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;the wisdom of the self&lt;br /&gt;surrendered to&lt;br /&gt;the dangers of oneself&lt;br /&gt;the inner soul flames&lt;br /&gt;surrendered to&lt;br /&gt;the evil mind's  games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Not &amp; Fear not&lt;br /&gt;but live in harmony like the&lt;br /&gt;day unafraid of its night&lt;br /&gt;glowing candle unafraid of its life&lt;br /&gt;NOW unafraid to become the past&lt;br /&gt;birth tirelessly meeting death&lt;br /&gt;nature unperturbed by calamities&lt;br /&gt;as salt dissolves in water&lt;br /&gt;so does fear in the SELF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111897341318878528?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111897341318878528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111897341318878528' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111897341318878528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111897341318878528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/06/fear-harmony.html' title='Fear &amp; Harmony'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111889239120504729</id><published>2005-06-15T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T00:07:59.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>War of the Enlightened</title><content type='html'>The ruthless barbaric communist occupation of Tibet by China completed in 1951 when South Asia just became independent from the British. No country is bold enough to take head on against this superpower, all diplomatic efforts have also failed and nobody seems to stand for Tibetians to fight in the UN, it is like a mystical land in future would become a mythical land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shambala is a mythical kingdom hidden inside the snow clad mountains of nothern Tibet. It is said to hold the most secret and greatest of buddhist teachings. One of them known as kala(time)chakra(cycle) or Wheel of time. Kalachakra is a prophecy where it is said in the future when barbarians will conquer and destroy buddhism everywhere, there would however be but one place in Tibet, where will be born an enlightenend king who will emerge from Shamabala to defeat the forces of the evil and establish a golden era of peace and live the ancient teachings.Khembalungs is one of the bayuls or secret valleys which can serve as a refuge at times of crisis sand turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aauthority and power cannot dissolve rich tradition and culture founded from highest principles of truth and of universe. Whether or not such a king would emerge , China is sure to be disintegrated from its auhtoritative communism into independent breakaways by their own Tinnamen Warriors some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111889239120504729?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111889239120504729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111889239120504729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111889239120504729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111889239120504729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/06/war-of-enlightened.html' title='War of the Enlightened'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111880404535758692</id><published>2005-06-14T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T22:54:05.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Transubstantiation</title><content type='html'>While talking about the miracles of Jesus Christ on the topic of Holy Food (Bread and Wine), transubstantiation refers to the spiritualized energization of how the bread and wine changes from having its materialistic properties changed to Lords Body and Blood given to the believers of faith as spiritual redeeming nourishment under the appearance of earthly food. There is no perceptibility for the senses either in look or taste but believed to be a part of Christ who "substantially" fills the food or the word transubstantiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it is a matter of faith, belief, myth or concept the fact remains that food is sacred and as in Eastern thoughts, a blessed food or 'prasad' is treated holy to nourish the mortal body and the action to the immortal soul in a sense of purification and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hindu revearance to food is performed by the act of taking five small hand quantities of food and places next to bannana leaf or plate symbolizing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Divine forces for their protection and grace&lt;br /&gt;2. for the forefathers and their lineage and tradition imparted to us&lt;br /&gt;3.  for the sages who have handed over the divine wisdom through time&lt;br /&gt;4,  for the living things which serve as food through the food chain of interdependence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111880404535758692?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111880404535758692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111880404535758692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111880404535758692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111880404535758692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/06/transubstantiation.html' title='Transubstantiation'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111871015001996252</id><published>2005-06-13T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T20:49:10.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Eyes</title><content type='html'>Beyond the words&lt;br /&gt;at silence depths&lt;br /&gt;your eyes speaks&lt;br /&gt;thy infinite wisdom&lt;br /&gt;a voice undying&lt;br /&gt;timeless &amp; ethereal&lt;br /&gt;truth so undefying&lt;br /&gt;tranquil and mystical&lt;br /&gt;experience of epiphany&lt;br /&gt;ecstacy &amp;amp; harmony&lt;br /&gt;can anything describe&lt;br /&gt;these eclectic vibes&lt;br /&gt;my soul unspun&lt;br /&gt;its sins undone&lt;br /&gt;piercing the bliss&lt;br /&gt;liberation thy kiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111871015001996252?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111871015001996252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111871015001996252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111871015001996252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111871015001996252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/06/her-eyes.html' title='Her Eyes'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111871358503285572</id><published>2005-06-12T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T22:13:12.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Shark</title><content type='html'>our shadows are always dark&lt;br /&gt;they do not reflect but hide&lt;br /&gt;slow or faster, follows you like shark&lt;br /&gt;waiting to strike, like a tsunami tide&lt;br /&gt;more you try control, further it runs&lt;br /&gt;only way out, is to befriend as one&lt;br /&gt;the enduring soul, sees beyond the hidden&lt;br /&gt;thorugh its wisdom light, the shdaow gets ridden&lt;br /&gt;inside mind's palaces of guilt&lt;br /&gt;it manifests as thoughts&lt;br /&gt;lets rid of those fears inbuilt&lt;br /&gt;if not HIS kingdom cant last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111871358503285572?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111871358503285572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111871358503285572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111871358503285572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111871358503285572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/06/dark-shark.html' title='The Dark Shark'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111854821638015723</id><published>2005-06-09T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T00:21:09.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the earth by Car</title><content type='html'>Earth's circumference around the equator is determined as 24, 902.4 miles roughly around 230 BC by the Greek historian and librarian of Alexandria, Eratosthenes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the circumference of earth was covered by land around the equator, then to travel around the earth would take the following calculation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assuming you travel at 50 mph and travel 12 hours daily , the total distance you could cover is 600 miles. It would take 41.50 days or roughly a month and 10 days to circumvent the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is almost half of what Jules verne envisioned in Around the World in 80 days. It would only take a mere 25 mph drive to cover the world by car in 80 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have personally travelled more than 600 miles a day for two consecutive days and this is very much possible to be acheived by most of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the same distance were to be covered in a single day, it would require a vehicle which can do just more than 2000 mph (1037) and a drive continuously for 12 hours, which can be done only by MACH 3 vehicles (MACH 3 is three times the speed of sound).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the speedometers for such a car would read not between 10 to120 but would read twenty times more as 200 to 2400 mph in the dashboard. That brings us an interesting question of the speed of the car used in the Back to the Future movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This MACH 3 speed was acheived not in land but in air by the first flight, faster than three times the speed of sound occurred on 27 September 1956. The aircraft was the Bell X-2 and the pilot was Captain Milburn Apt at speed of 2094 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current aircraft speed is Mach 10 (ten times the speed of sound) acheived in Nov 2004.&lt;br /&gt;The speed would be roughly 6800 mph and thus you can circumvent the earth roughly in 3.6 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111854821638015723?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111854821638015723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111854821638015723' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111854821638015723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111854821638015723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/06/around-earth-by-car.html' title='Around the earth by Car'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111829463229612831</id><published>2005-06-09T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T07:36:15.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Art of War</title><content type='html'>A calm, peaceful, quiet, non violent mind of a sage is equally a powerful weapon which can spring forth an equally powerful action that eventhough looks empty and dull to an onlooker at first, possess in it the truth more powerful than guns and the underlying intellect sharper than a twin edged sword which wages the war of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War requires Tactics&lt;br /&gt;Peace requires Strategy&lt;br /&gt;Victory requires Determination&lt;br /&gt;Defeat requires Weakness&lt;br /&gt;Freedom requires Pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind every perceivable action lies an equal synergetic intellectual aspect which acts as a driver for it to be a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthashastra of Chanakya&lt;br /&gt;Bingfa of Sun Tzu&lt;br /&gt;Mahabaratha of Krishna&lt;br /&gt;The Prince of Machiavelli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111829463229612831?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111829463229612831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111829463229612831' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111829463229612831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111829463229612831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/06/art-of-war.html' title='Art of War'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111829655374968118</id><published>2005-06-08T01:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T02:10:08.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Koans of Vedanta</title><content type='html'>Koan means a statment to cause spiritual awakening or insight in Zen Buddhism but had persisted even before in Indian scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koans remind us the futility of intellectual pursuit and its limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koan is neither a riddle or a wise remark but it teases the mind with a doubt , injects the thinker with illogic and paralyses the intellect but yet pushes the self beyond these conventional limits of underrstanding and kindles a deep awakening within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koan is a contradiction, it is non conceptualization, it is something to be surpassed, like a ladder which is used and kicked out when it is not needed and forgetting you used one to climb up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koan induces the absolute experience of being in the now and being aware of the subtle truth of every action and living to understand ourseleves better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of Koan is to break every aspect of Non Duality, thus every ratioal approach of cause and effect, good and bad, right and wrong, real and false is duality and division and cant be the truth which is beyond these and thereby beyond the intellectual process of reasoning, is infact its essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[Atman] though sitting still travels far. though lying down goes everywhere" - katha Upanishad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" In the Ocean of Absolute Bliss what is there to be accepted or rejected, what else is there other than self, what is distinct from it ?" - Vivekachudamini of Shankara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iam the goal, Iam the support.&lt;br /&gt;Iam the worship, Iam the sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Iam the Lord, Iam the witness&lt;br /&gt;Iam the source, Iam the refuge&lt;br /&gt;Iam the origin, Iam the disollution&lt;br /&gt;Iam immortality, Iam the perishable"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from different passages of Bhagvad Gita by krishna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Atman, smaller than the small, greater than the great, is hidden in the hearts of all living creatures" - Katha Upanishad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is here, the same is there and what is there, the same is here" - Katha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111829655374968118?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111829655374968118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111829655374968118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111829655374968118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111829655374968118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/06/koans-of-vedanta.html' title='Koans of Vedanta'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111855705029998259</id><published>2005-06-08T00:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T02:17:30.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gandhi</title><content type='html'>when i think of gandhi and his movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easlier to admire than follow&lt;br /&gt;easier to believe than act&lt;br /&gt;easier to ignore than imitate&lt;br /&gt;easier to forget than remember&lt;br /&gt;easier to criticize than reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your life is your experience&lt;br /&gt;your action is your experimentation&lt;br /&gt;your widsom is your choice&lt;br /&gt;your salvation is your truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man himself never won any nobel prize , but won the hearts of million and the midnight prize of 14 AUg 1947.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However in 1983 the US academy of Motion Picture Arts &amp; Sciences awarded a total of 8 OScars to Richard Attenborough Gandhi, must to the dismay and disappointment of the world best director Steven Speilberg's ET which lost the Academy Awards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111855705029998259?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111855705029998259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111855705029998259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111855705029998259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111855705029998259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/06/gandhi.html' title='Gandhi'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111862253304774872</id><published>2005-06-07T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T20:30:50.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>Money is a visible quantifiable earthly force, similar to supra natural force a sadhak or a practioner can attain. It is quite simpler than ever before to to acquire wealth in the right ways in this age, all it requires is to possess and demonstrate exceptional knowledge, idea , skill or talent in any area of choosing, provided there is beyond desire, will and passion something called luck and right oppurtunity which plays a part to certain degree to help acheive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many spiritual disciplines restrict man to think that accumulation of money is evil but that is not true for someone who know how to earn and also use it in the right ways. It is a powerful karmic energy which can uplift communities , nations and continents beyond mundane suffering and direct the poor in right ways without easily being astrayed to crime, disease and corruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascetic thinking of renunciation as practiced in certain cultures nor the possession and accumulation of wealth for primary self gratification and self indulgence taps this divine power but the balance in between as trustees not possessors of wealth, that makes the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money like Power easily tempts the ego to misuse it but yet if possessed in balanced quantities is a harmonious power which can creatively change the environement around. The ideal practioner of the discipline even if he ahs to forego his wealth due to unavoidale circumstances and situatios does not disturb the inner peace in him nor even in his heights of possession becomes indulgent in evil habits the richness creates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Europe and America joining together to pay the debt of African nations is highly praiseworthy action but moving forward instead of giving fish, can teach them fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dollar is not value but a representative iof value and at last of moral values. - Emerson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111862253304774872?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111862253304774872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111862253304774872' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111862253304774872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111862253304774872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/06/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111871829045186771</id><published>2005-06-04T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T23:04:50.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recurring T's</title><content type='html'>Truth - Recurring theme&lt;br /&gt;Triumph - Recurring attempts&lt;br /&gt;Temptations - Recurring choice&lt;br /&gt;Trust - Recurring confidence&lt;br /&gt;Trials - Recurreing tests&lt;br /&gt;Theory - Recurring principles&lt;br /&gt;Time - Recurring Reality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111871829045186771?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111871829045186771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111871829045186771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111871829045186771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111871829045186771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/06/recurring-ts.html' title='Recurring T&apos;s'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-114047726773922488</id><published>2005-05-20T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T18:14:27.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>I need a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;My friend, I thought I wasn't alone&lt;br /&gt;I believed, in difficult times, I had someone to rely upon&lt;br /&gt;To share a part of me that is dying to be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I would cope &amp;amp; move on&lt;br /&gt;Yet these tormenting nights are but too long&lt;br /&gt;I deceived myself thinking I was strong&lt;br /&gt;But Know not yet when again will it dawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-114047726773922488?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/114047726773922488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=114047726773922488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114047726773922488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/114047726773922488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/05/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111405036948595790</id><published>2005-04-20T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T21:50:04.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinite Consciousness</title><content type='html'>Sage Vashishta instructs Lord Rama from "Yoga Vashista"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The energy of infinite consciousnes by which matter arises without even for a moment abandoning its own true nature,  has manifested this creation, as it were, by merely willing it in its own intellig ence. In fact, even this willing is not true. The egosense that is implied in such willing is itself unreal; but out of this has proceeded all matter and their corresponding subjective senses. In truth, that energy of the infinite consciousness itself is space, time, natural order, expandion of thught, attraction, replusion, you, I-ness, You-ness, It-ness, above, below, nature, knowledge, ignorance, whatever is , was and will ever be. Everything is but infinite consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it is one , it is conceived  of as diverse beings; it is neither one or many. It is not even it. It is established in reality, it is supreme and all nclusive peace. It is the immeasurable cosmic being or the true SELF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111405036948595790?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111405036948595790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111405036948595790' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111405036948595790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111405036948595790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/04/infinite-consciousness.html' title='Infinite Consciousness'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111257061866951904</id><published>2005-03-27T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T10:45:22.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stretching</title><content type='html'>From Sri Sri Ravi Shankar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stretching sound is music&lt;br /&gt; Stretching movement is dance&lt;br /&gt; Stretching smile is laughter&lt;br /&gt; Stretching mind is meditation&lt;br /&gt; Stretching life is celeberation&lt;br /&gt; Stretching devotee is god&lt;br /&gt; Stretching feeling is estacy&lt;br /&gt; Stretching emptiness is bliss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111257061866951904?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111257061866951904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111257061866951904' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111257061866951904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111257061866951904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/stretching.html' title='Stretching'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111193885528830158</id><published>2005-03-27T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T02:11:05.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trailing &amp; Hiking- America's National Parks</title><content type='html'>1. Yellow Stone National park stretching from Montana to Wymoming to Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;(to visit Old Faithful)&lt;br /&gt;2. Denai National Park in Alaska&lt;br /&gt;(to visit Mt Mckinley)&lt;br /&gt;4. Acadia National park in Maine&lt;br /&gt;(to visit Mount Desert island)&lt;br /&gt;5. Shenandoah National Park in Virgina&lt;br /&gt;(to visit Applachian Trail)&lt;br /&gt;6. Glacier National Partk in Montana&lt;br /&gt;(to visit Logan Pass)&lt;br /&gt;7. Redwood National Park in California&lt;br /&gt;8. Saguaro National Park in Arizona&lt;br /&gt;9. Volcanoes National Partk in Hawaii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111193885528830158?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111193885528830158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111193885528830158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111193885528830158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111193885528830158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/trailing-hiking-americas-national.html' title='Trailing &amp; Hiking- America&apos;s National Parks'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111189940533205523</id><published>2005-03-26T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:56:22.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>American Indians - Vanishing Race</title><content type='html'>A beautiful poem about the lost race who once inhabited what we now call America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella Higginson 1860-1940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the shadows, whose illumined crest&lt;br /&gt;Speaks fo the world behind them where the sun&lt;br /&gt;Still shines for us whose day is not yet done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those last dark ones go drifting. East or West&lt;br /&gt;or North or South-it matters not; their quest&lt;br /&gt;is toward the shadows whence it was begun;&lt;br /&gt;Hope in it, Ag my broters! there is none;&lt;br /&gt;And yet - they only seek a place to rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mutely, uncomplainingly, they go!&lt;br /&gt;How shall it be with us when they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;When they are but a memory and a name?&lt;br /&gt;May not those mriunful etes to phasntoms grow-&lt;br /&gt;When, wrongedand lonely, they have drifted on&lt;br /&gt;Into the voiceless shadow whence they came?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111189940533205523?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111189940533205523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111189940533205523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111189940533205523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111189940533205523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/american-indians-vanishing-race.html' title='American Indians - Vanishing Race'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111180053125768790</id><published>2005-03-25T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T20:28:51.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teams &amp; Leaderships</title><content type='html'>"A solution that is tactically inferior, but has the full commitment of those who implement it, maybe more effective than one that is tactically superior but is resisted by those who have to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Problems have multiple solutions. The effectiveness of a solution depends on the accuracy of the chosen tactic. It is however equally important that the person implementing the tactic also believes in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effeciveness = Accuracy x Commitment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting that leaders hould know everything is among the most ridiculous and harmful idea. Leaders earn their keep not by knowing everything,but by knowing to bringing together the right combination of people (most of who know a great deal about certain topics than their leaders would know) and propel them towards common objectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" - excerpt from the book Crucial Confrontations&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111180053125768790?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111180053125768790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111180053125768790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111180053125768790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111180053125768790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/teams-leaderships.html' title='Teams &amp; Leaderships'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111145506729113634</id><published>2005-03-23T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T20:31:07.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way</title><content type='html'>Art ,  a way of seeing&lt;br /&gt;Song ,  a way of saying&lt;br /&gt;Dance,  a way of moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure, a way of learning&lt;br /&gt;Success , a way of planning&lt;br /&gt;Life, a way of experimenting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, a way of longing&lt;br /&gt;God,  a way of forgiving&lt;br /&gt;Others, a way of satisfying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family, a way of commiting&lt;br /&gt;Foes, a way of dealing&lt;br /&gt;Friends, a way of knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self, alone the divine being&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111145506729113634?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111145506729113634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111145506729113634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111145506729113634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111145506729113634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/way.html' title='The Way'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111177398967425913</id><published>2005-03-23T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:06:29.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of a Sage</title><content type='html'>Excerpts from Vashishta's Yoga (translated by venkatesananda) originally written by Valmiki in the epic Ramayana dating back as early as 3-4 century BC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We contemplate that self which reveals itself as pure experience of bliss, when the seer comes into contact with the seen, without a division or conceptualization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We contemplate the self in which objects are reflected non volitionally, the divided experience of subject-object and the intention or volition that created such adicision ceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We contemplate that light that illumins all that shines, the self that transcends  twin concepts of "is" and "is-not" and which therefore is neutral to the two sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We contemplate that reality in which everything exists, to which everything belongs, from which everything has emerged, which is the cause of everything and which is everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We contemplate the self which is the very basis of all language and expressions, which emerges and dissolves by the expression 'Aham' (I).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111177398967425913?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111177398967425913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111177398967425913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111177398967425913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111177398967425913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/song-of-sage.html' title='Song of a Sage'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111159072395054704</id><published>2005-03-23T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T10:12:03.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Integration without Conflict Possible?</title><content type='html'>"Why do you object to conflict? You all seem to think conflict is a dreadful thing. At present you and I are in conflict, are we not? I am trying to tell you something, and you don’t understand; so there is a sense of friction, conflict. And what is wrong with friction, conflict, disturbance? Must you not be disturbed? Integration does not come when you seek it by avoiding conflict. It is only through conflict, and the understanding of conflict, that there is integration.&lt;br /&gt;Integration is one of the most difficult things to come by, because it means complete unification of your whole being in all that you do, in all that you say, in all that you think. You cannot have integration without understanding relationship- your relationship with society, villager, beggar, millionare and the governor.To understand relationship you must struggle with it, you must question and not merely accept the values established by tradition, parents, by the priest, by the religion and the economic system of the society about you. That it why it is essential for you to revolt, otherwise you will never have integration."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111159072395054704?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111159072395054704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111159072395054704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111159072395054704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111159072395054704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/integration-without-conflict-possible.html' title='Integration without Conflict Possible?'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111154656719002688</id><published>2005-03-22T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T11:32:58.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 25 Technological Innovations in Last 25 years</title><content type='html'>Top 25 Technological Innovations of Information Age according to CNN in last 25 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 25 - WiFI cards&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 24 - Wireless Bluetooth Ear aid&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 23 - Voicemail (Gordon Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 22 - Flash Memory Cards&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 21 - Nanotechnology&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 20 - Orbital Space Shuttles&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 19 – High Definition TV&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 18 – LCD &amp;amp; Plasma Displays&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 17 – Organic LED&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 16 – Hybrid Cars&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 15 – Rechargeable Batteries&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 14 – Automated Teller Machines (First was London Barclays)&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 13 – Air Bags (First was Mercedes)&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 12 – DNA Fingerprinting(Inventor Alec Jeffery)&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 11 – Micro Electro Mechanical Systems&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 10 – Radio Frequency ID (RFID)&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 09 – Digital Photography&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 08 – Digital Discs (CD\DVD)&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 07 – Pocket PC&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 06 – Global Positioning System&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 05 – Email&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 04 – Fibre Optics&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 03 – Computer&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 02 – Mobile Phone (Martin Cooper - Motorola inventor)&lt;br /&gt;Innovation 01 - Internet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111154656719002688?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111154656719002688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111154656719002688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111154656719002688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111154656719002688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/top-25-technological-innovations-in.html' title='Top 25 Technological Innovations in Last 25 years'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111145346688622184</id><published>2005-03-21T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T20:04:26.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Warrior</title><content type='html'>The warrior is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who is convinced on the purpose through insight&lt;br /&gt;One who knows which battles are worth his might&lt;br /&gt;One who has the courage to side , even if  few are right&lt;br /&gt;One who has the skill to know when and where to fight&lt;br /&gt;One who can defend himself &amp; his men, be it either day or night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One whose power speaks against the deceit&lt;br /&gt;One whose knowledge is on the side of elite&lt;br /&gt;One whose mind think even at the brink of defeat&lt;br /&gt;One whose wisdom guides to save lives by graciously retreat&lt;br /&gt;One whose heart tells when the drums of peace can beat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111145346688622184?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111145346688622184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111145346688622184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111145346688622184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111145346688622184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/warrior.html' title='The Warrior'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111135911921713037</id><published>2005-03-21T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T18:37:44.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Organizational Learning</title><content type='html'>The art of resistive behavior is an inherent aspect among all employees in any organization, especially when it is thrusted by the management down to its employees. The resistance could be lack of willingness to cooperate, or enthusiastically particpate or willing to unlearn old ways and adopt new transformational ways and methods of operating and learning.&lt;br /&gt;The divide between the Management Executives and Employees is actually the lack of shared vision and in start up organizations, it is the exploitory attitude which the employees feel towards the management. In case of large organizations, there is a system already in place which was the fundamental building blocks by which the organiation grew. But in today's knowledge based world, adapting to change, adopting to learn and try new methods to emerge out of the neck to neck competition is an ever demanding threat which the organizations face.&lt;br /&gt;Reinventing Organizational strategies instead of being a proactive step is often a last minute desperate measure which the CEO or the management of a company takes to survive or hold itself together. Strategy is a companies destiny, eventhough revolutionary thinkers &amp; leaders can help change organizations drastically and bring about a new transformational energy, people of such leadership qualities seldom exist. Hence it falls to be a group effort which could bring these changes with more than willing to learn attitude from its employees (who have been subjected to suborination and passivity for so long which had crippled their creativity and their indvidual power to contribute, but have led them to brainwash themselves to just be puppets and blindly do what they are told)&lt;br /&gt;Individual freedom is not necessarily again the right solution to organization problems, it has many a times taken them into different indvidual directiosn without a common vision or goal. Most of the employees do not even understand or know or have a clear vision of what their manager or their company is trying to acheive, they care only to do their part from a standpoint of job safety and extra perks. Hence Organizational learning is much more profound and difficult to accomplish even amidst self motivated individual learners (who have often contributed to the bottom up learning, by creating competition because of high personal standards and selfmotivations).&lt;br /&gt;Ability of an organization to retain its employees, doesnt necessarily make us believe that it would be a successfull organiazation. For all we may know there will always be a large group of passive people who may be willing to pay a higher price for their job  stability and who would choose to take the easier root of learning only when it happens to be a survival threat.&lt;br /&gt;The only model by which organizational learning can be accomplished is to create an environment where every individual is respected, every individual is made to contribute with not just their mind, but body mind and spirit. Instead of focussing on expecting submissive attitude, creative &amp;amp; independent but yet integrated virtues have to be both inculcated and encouraged by leaders demonstrating themseleves as learners. Corporate cultures are even difficult to mold or break than traditional cultures, the only way to mold at will is the ability for the leadership hirerchy to open up and discuss the companies goals, expectations , its sucess and failures interms of personal and organizational growth.&lt;br /&gt;Employers are always concerned how to do it without saying the need for it.&lt;br /&gt;Most employees will always do it without understanding why they do it.&lt;br /&gt;Some employees will think when to do it (threat, survival, job safety).&lt;br /&gt;Few Employees will choose not to do it and either indirectly resist or will quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organizational Transformation when it happens is a Resonance, its like the energy of a strong river which takes in its current many different things (pebbles, stones, rocks) along its path, with a single focus and goal, to merge into the ocean of success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111135911921713037?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111135911921713037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111135911921713037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111135911921713037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111135911921713037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/organizational-learning.html' title='Organizational Learning'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111133732090575201</id><published>2005-03-20T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T18:34:32.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Krishna's Love for Radha</title><content type='html'>Radha's name is inseperable from Krishna's name in the Hindu Myths. There have been many Vishanvite poets who have extolled the love of Radha for Krishnaand her love is praised as the purest form of divine love. There are very few verses where Krishna's love for Radha is mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayadeva in Gitagovinda 12 century Poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pleasures of her touch and tremulous&lt;br /&gt;tender wandering of her eyes&lt;br /&gt;the fragrance of the lotus which is her mouth&lt;br /&gt;the cunning flow of nectar in her words&lt;br /&gt;if thus, even in attachment to sense objects&lt;br /&gt;my mind is fixed in the highest meditation upon her&lt;br /&gt;alas, how then the sickness of live- in- seperation can increase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidyapathi 14t century poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For heaven's sake, listen, listen, O my darling&lt;br /&gt;Do not dart your cruel, angry glances at me,&lt;br /&gt;For I swear by the lovely pitchers of your breasts,&lt;br /&gt;And by your golden, glittering, snake-like necklace:&lt;br /&gt;If ever on earth I dare touch anyone except you,&lt;br /&gt;Let your necklace turn into a real snake, and bite me;&lt;br /&gt;And if ever my promise and words prove false,&lt;br /&gt;Chastise me, O darling, in the way you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surdas in Surasagara 15th centry poet&lt;br /&gt;"As you are , so am I&lt;br /&gt;there is certainly no difference between us&lt;br /&gt;as whiteness inheres in milk&lt;br /&gt;as burnng in fire&lt;br /&gt;as smell in earth&lt;br /&gt;so do i inhere in you always"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaitanya 16TH Century&lt;br /&gt;Abhimanyu in Bidagdha Chintamani (on Love)&lt;br /&gt;“It is not fire&lt;br /&gt;But it burns the body&lt;br /&gt;It is not a weapon&lt;br /&gt;But it pierces the heart&lt;br /&gt;It is not an intoxicant&lt;br /&gt;But it intoxicates&lt;br /&gt;It is not a fishing rod&lt;br /&gt;But attracts the fish of the mind"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111133732090575201?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111133732090575201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111133732090575201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111133732090575201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111133732090575201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/krishnas-love-for-radha.html' title='Krishna&apos;s Love for Radha'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111125231204408072</id><published>2005-03-19T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T12:11:52.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Moment - Emergence of Love</title><content type='html'>There is this moment we wait in each of our lifetimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment you look forward to , which could help you emerge out to a state of happiness, fullfillment and joy from the egg of everyday montonous living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moment is got the energy to boost and fuel you for the rest of your life in all its circumstances and situations and in everything and whatever you do. They are not goals, accomplishments or milestones but something that profoundly touches your body, mind and spirit and leaves an everlasting mark.Goals and milestones are often short lived for there is strife, anxiety and excitement till it is accomplished and life left after they are acheived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moment which transforms your inner spirit, stays with you and becomes you will change the way you see the world forever. The heights and depths, the lengths and widths of the immeasurable beauty of creation, you now behold in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blessedness and the gratefullness is felt more than expectations and fears in life. That moment is not a concept or an idea whose time has come but a time where you have started to acknowledge and come face to face with reality of the life force, whose tip of the ice berge you have started to see.&lt;br /&gt;That moment is when you have started to love yourself and started to see the world inside and outside of you through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lose it, the key to the doors of happiness is ever locked&lt;br /&gt;When you dont see it, everything around you becomes dark&lt;br /&gt;When you are challenged, another one opens, eventhough the other is blocked&lt;br /&gt;When you have it, everything that emerges is from that love's inner spark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111125231204408072?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111125231204408072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111125231204408072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111125231204408072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111125231204408072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/that-moment-emergence-of-love.html' title='That Moment - Emergence of Love'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111125447650592010</id><published>2005-03-18T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T13:29:28.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When you make a mistake?</title><content type='html'>A's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Acknowledge&lt;br /&gt;2. Apologise&lt;br /&gt;3. Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blazon&lt;br /&gt;2. Balance&lt;br /&gt;3. Become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Confess&lt;br /&gt;2. Commit&lt;br /&gt;3. Change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111125447650592010?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111125447650592010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111125447650592010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111125447650592010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111125447650592010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/when-you-make-mistake.html' title='When you make a mistake?'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111102562604934378</id><published>2005-03-16T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T21:45:45.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Organized Religion</title><content type='html'>Excerpt from Carlos Castaneda's Teachings of Don Juan. A very striking similarity of mystical experiences and skillfull narration can be found from Robert Svoboda on his experiences with his teacher Vimalananda in the book ' Aghora, At the Left Hand of God'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any path is only a path and there is no affront , to oneself or to others, in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you. Look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times you think it is necessary. Then ask yourself and yourself alone, one question... Does this path have a heart? If it does that path is good, if it doesnt it is of no use."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J Krishnamurti on the very opening day of speech to a crowd of three thousand followers who had been eagerly waiting for 18 years to proclaim the coming of World Teacher , dissolved the very notion of a need for a Guru or an Order by starting with the following words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I maintain Truth is a Pathless Land, you cannot approach it by any path whatsoever, by any religion , by any sect . Truth being limitless, unconditioned, is not unaprroachable by any path therefore cannot be organized; nor should any organization be formed to lead or coerce people along any particular path. A belief is purely an individual matter but when you try to organize a belief , there exist a lot of people who wants to fit under its umbrella but not strive any more for Truth "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A belief existing as belief is personal, but when it is attempted to be organized it becomes a concept. Concept lay rules and boundaries, hence concept creates conditioning. The conditioning createst rsistance and as long as resistance exist there would be this execution gap (Stephen Covey) that creates Conflicts, which denies peace. The truth is out there for those who want to see it, just try being a part of an organized religion. They work towards the Belief, not on themseleves. They work towards convincing not confirming, they work towards expanding not exploring, they work towards spreading not seeking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111102562604934378?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111102562604934378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111102562604934378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111102562604934378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111102562604934378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/organized-religion.html' title='Organized Religion'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111089189601469177</id><published>2005-03-15T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T00:30:54.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path</title><content type='html'>Walking an unknown path&lt;br /&gt;knowing it is right&lt;br /&gt;the path less travelled&lt;br /&gt;visibly alone, in sight&lt;br /&gt;as sounds of pebbles,&lt;br /&gt;knocks the silence of the night&lt;br /&gt;so does the dirt of my mind&lt;br /&gt;disperse, with a quick insight&lt;br /&gt;i have dug trenches on the path&lt;br /&gt;and have buried my might&lt;br /&gt;all along, surrendering myself&lt;br /&gt;to a friend called fright&lt;br /&gt;i fill old ones, i fall sometimes&lt;br /&gt;dont give up the walk, self incites&lt;br /&gt;dawn seems near, as day fills night&lt;br /&gt;i realise, this way is right as the path becomes bright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111089189601469177?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111089189601469177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111089189601469177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111089189601469177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111089189601469177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/path.html' title='The Path'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111067719020153264</id><published>2005-03-12T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T20:26:30.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wall</title><content type='html'>Birth  : Aug 13 1961&lt;br /&gt;Death:  Nov 9   1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the Inscriptions in the Berlin Wall which was brought down in Nov of 1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This wall is only a manifestation of what our societies have built. Will we ever tear down our personal walls?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You cant change the world,&lt;br /&gt;But you can change the Facts,&lt;br /&gt;When you change the facts&lt;br /&gt;You change the point of view&lt;br /&gt;when you change the point of view&lt;br /&gt;you change the world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would think after the wall was brought down it would be an era of great happiness among the Germans. But in reality, when the wall fell the trenches between the East and West Berlin deepened and the trench deeper than the wall which once stood high.  There exist an imaginary Belrin wall in each of our own countries not outside but inside each of us. It requires not Bulldozers but inner fire to melt them down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111067719020153264?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111067719020153264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111067719020153264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111067719020153264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111067719020153264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/wall.html' title='The Wall'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111067867618253790</id><published>2005-03-11T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T20:51:16.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TAO</title><content type='html'>Tao is the One&lt;br /&gt;From One came the Yin Yang&lt;br /&gt;Other theories, None&lt;br /&gt;including that of Big Bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything embodies yin&lt;br /&gt;so as to aspire &amp; desire to win&lt;br /&gt;everything embraces yang&lt;br /&gt;so there is nothin that exist called Sin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111067867618253790?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111067867618253790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111067867618253790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111067867618253790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111067867618253790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/tao.html' title='TAO'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111024813848022434</id><published>2005-03-07T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T21:15:38.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Side</title><content type='html'>When you know everything is in you&lt;br /&gt;you are at the height of self development&lt;br /&gt;When you know you are everything&lt;br /&gt;you are at the height of self enlightenment&lt;br /&gt;When you know there is so much to know&lt;br /&gt;you become a disciple&lt;br /&gt;When you know you are that knowledge&lt;br /&gt;you are a master&lt;br /&gt;When you know you have outward courage&lt;br /&gt;you dare to savagely die&lt;br /&gt;When you know have inner wisdom&lt;br /&gt;you dare to peacefully live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111024813848022434?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111024813848022434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111024813848022434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111024813848022434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111024813848022434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/other-side.html' title='Other Side'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111014234786534387</id><published>2005-03-06T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:03:34.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Performance &amp; Anxiety</title><content type='html'>Most of us carry around something which we call the I, the image we want others to see, know or accept about us. We protect, nourish, and toil to maintain, if not for more time surpass to the superlative image we hold about ourseleves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self image when threatended affects the behavior of the person. Some would try to maintain a positive self image by doing a set of actions which would stenghten and be confidence building measures of their I, but for others it could create acute inferiority complex. In either case there is a noticeable measure of degradation of their performance, if not worse in the later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to perform well or at our optimal level when there is less expectations or when the expectation is only from a few people. This is a class of people whose performance is affected by what others think and hold their self images so important. There are few others who perform at their optimal level when the work is given to them casually as everyday task, but who doesnt perform well when then same work is given and being told it is of grave and utmost importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even people who are exceptionally good in a specific work they do and had been workig for years and years on the same can be challenged under pressure. They are confident but still if they accomodate the slightest room of confirming the negativity , it is like a virus uncontrolled and affects the overall performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happens is a sequence of these steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Society creates a need for self identity while growing.&lt;br /&gt;2. So an image of the self is created.&lt;br /&gt;3. Manuring and Nurturing of the image continues and that image is believed over time to be true self.&lt;br /&gt;4. This image becomes closer to you than anyone else and is thus unconsciously the most precious thing.&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone has a similar image , sometimes conflicting and hence when they come in contact, each of them feel their image is threatened, fear is invited.&lt;br /&gt;6. A need to protect the image then takes shape, and even without worrying to improve, much of the time is thereafter spent in protecting the image with reasons, excuses, or improving other faculties of oneself to continue building these protective walls.&lt;br /&gt;7. Once set in that mode, the subject fails to understand that these walls are built with bricks of fear and his whole attention is to look through these pores rather than improve what he has.&lt;br /&gt;8. The focus turns from performing to conformance of negativity. Like a juggler in a crowd looking for people who he thinks would want him to fail. Even simple tasks or tasks which was done with relatively less energy and time now requires enormous amount of time and energy because of the stress self imposed.&lt;br /&gt;9. The act of looking outside in search of a negative conformance believing that it exist and believing it will affect is anxiety. Feeling a sense of safety you found it, just keeps you anxious, but for some not having found it but still in search causes the phobias and paranoias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measuring Success, by others words creates anxiety&lt;br /&gt;Measuring Success, by inner listening is improvement&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111014234786534387?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111014234786534387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111014234786534387' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111014234786534387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111014234786534387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/performance-anxiety.html' title='Performance &amp; Anxiety'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111004703643640095</id><published>2005-03-05T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T14:04:05.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivating</title><content type='html'>Motivation is the act of tapping and sustaining the inner energy in accompishing ones wants (goals, ambitions, success, desires, needs, results) by external or internal means. So by its definition one would expect all ambitious people or want to be successfull people to have this energy to acheive their targets that arise out of a need. But yet, there are a lot of people in the majority who cannot acomplish these tasks set for them by them, eventhough having the potential and capability to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Reason for a goal is AMBITION, a cherished DESIRE&lt;br /&gt;The gap that seprates the need to acheive the goal and the potential to do so is the PATH.&lt;br /&gt;The ways of plotting to bridge this gap is the METHOD&lt;br /&gt;The adventure of walking the gap is EXPERIENCE&lt;br /&gt;The mistakes you make along the path is LEARNING&lt;br /&gt;The hope of overcoming the mistakes is DETERMINATION&lt;br /&gt;The art of overcoming mistakes is SKILL&lt;br /&gt;The disasspearance of the gap is SUCCESS&lt;br /&gt;The momentum of energy in accomplishing the above is MOTIVATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus the job of a manager or teacher or a friend is to not brand them as unmotivated but to help make them tap their inner potential and find why the energy is dormant or blocked and make them particpate and put their own efforts to reach their goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of pushing solutions on people with the force of your arguement, pull solutions out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of condemning and disowning people,  accomodate them by making them accomodate and acheive Success, as their success is your success too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of always thinking to solve the other person problem, think for a second whether you are their problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get work done, not do their work as your responsibility is to make them feel responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant change people,  you can make them meet their true self, which they are seeking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111004703643640095?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111004703643640095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111004703643640095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111004703643640095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111004703643640095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/motivating.html' title='Motivating'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-110982692605519795</id><published>2005-03-03T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T00:15:26.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>is born, in action&lt;br /&gt;is action, in karma&lt;br /&gt;is karma, in life&lt;br /&gt;is life, in short&lt;br /&gt;is short in desire&lt;br /&gt;is desire in eternity&lt;br /&gt;is eternity in suffering&lt;br /&gt;is suffering in illusion&lt;br /&gt;is an illusion in reality&lt;br /&gt;is in reality lost in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-110982692605519795?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/110982692605519795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=110982692605519795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/110982692605519795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/110982692605519795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-110973677569955602</id><published>2005-03-01T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:12:55.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Himalayan Tradition</title><content type='html'>I read Living with Himalayan Masters by Swami Rama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sankracharya established the ascetic order around 1200 years ago. Most if not all the asectic order tradition traces back to one of the 4 peethas (spiritual centres) set by Sankracharya in North South East and West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The himlayan tradition Swami Rama recounts called Bharati and india once called as Bharat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bha means Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;Rati means lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bharati is one who is lover of Knowledge. Vedas also translating to Knowledge is the most ancient and sacred authoritative scripture in the tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Himlayan tradition is non dualistic based on the princeiples of Shankara and princeipally ascetic but has its own set of practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandukya Upanishad is considered as the most authoritative among Upanishads and knowledge of Sri Vidya is imparted stage by stage along with Prayoga shastra,which explains the practicality and discpline one has to follow in acquiring this knowldge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swami Rama explains however he cannot share Prayoga Shastra because it is told 'na Datavyam, na datavyam" meaning dont impart, dont impart  , test the disciple to be fully prepared ,commited and self controlled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tradition also practices three types of initiation to its disciples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mantra, Breadth awareness and meditation techniques.&lt;br /&gt;2. Worship of Sri Vidhya or Bindu Bhedana (piercing the pearl of wisdom)&lt;br /&gt;3. Shaktipat and awakening the kundalini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-110973677569955602?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/110973677569955602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=110973677569955602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/110973677569955602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/110973677569955602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/himalayan-tradition.html' title='Himalayan Tradition'/><author><name>Badri Narayanan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01548532927344765733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/119/959/640/shadow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812876.post-111029228520075251</id><published>2005-03-01T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T09:31:25.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want? (To Myself)</title><content type='html'>Simple it may sound and already a non chanting obsessive compulsive but disorderly mantra. Clarity in thinking is removal of conflicts. Mere accumulation of knowledge never solves any confusions. It is not because of the lack of data we are confused but becauseof the lack in finding out what we really want. In a choice based sea, where there is always more than one way to chose and sail, only clarity can  be the compass. The confusions also arise having to trade someof our likes for some of our wants.  The likes are actually habits which one finds difficult to forego becaue of laziness. Laziness is lack of energy applied not the absence of it. The lack of application is because of the absence of purpose or absence of clarity as to what one wants to do.  There can be no resistance unless self imposed in finding out what one really wants to do, how to do it then becomes just details. Conflicts are like flakes of snow during winter, as you keep cleaning it keeps covering up, the right action is keep moving proactively forward by clearing the snow ahead and not stand and wait for snow to stop to make the next move. This proactive action can be applied only when we know,  what we want to do. Asking what we truly want is the right question and first step of trying to live consciously and actions we do centered around this will bring about awareness. Much of our lives is based on others ideas , opinions and what the conventional thought pattern is. Asking what we want is not even far as an  ambition or goal , it is a sincere step to know thyself to take control of one's life in a direction to acheive inner peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812876-111029228520075251?l=badri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/feeds/111029228520075251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5812876&amp;postID=111029228520075251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111029228520075251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812876/posts/default/111029228520075251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badri.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-do-you-want-to-myself.html' title='What do you want? 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