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My Father...

I stumbled upon this poem....best expresses my thoughts about my father....

We don't stand at your grave and weep.
You are not there. You do not sleep.
You are a thousand winds that blow.
You are the diamond glints on snow.
You are the sunlight on ripened grain.
You are the gentle autumn rain.
When we awaken in the morning's hush,
You are the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
You are the soft star that shines at night.
We don't stand at your grave and cry.
You are not there. You did not die.
You are always when I wanted you to be.......

Enchanting music

Experience the beauty of flow of river in the form of music

Change

There has been lot of changes in my life and it is having a cascading effect on me too. I am looking forward to make some changes in my outlook to future. I seem to be picking up some responsilities on the way...well...I got to accept the fact that like it or not...I need to change to better my life....some hard decisions and hard tasks ahead...for BETTER

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Music that turns me on

I think, one of the things that keeps me moving is music.  It is a great healing force on me.  Being a constant traveler,  I have enough time in my hands to ponder on lot of things and some are quite disturbing.  My work, for example, was quite taxing and it hits my nerves badly.  I tend to carry these negativity to my home....but in the meanwhile, my mood takes a 180 degree turnout, if I listen to something soothing. At times, it makes me nostalgic, brings back good memories and silently makes me smile. 

Every morning...

when I get to start to the office...I start thinking the things which I am going to miss during the absence at home. Usually, it starts with my son requesting me to stay back and play with him. It's funny at times when he throws some spetacular questions at me and I blarping out some funny answers. Not that I want lie to him, but I dont have the answers to his questions. His interests in the new things he sees in his life, perks up my interest in life..here is my inspiration...tiny and serious about life..

Speed Demon Photography

some beautiful photos that freezes time...

http://www.crestock.com/blog/photography/speed-demon-photography-76.aspx

Why our sense of beauty is distorted!!!

http://www.campaignforrealbeauty.com/home_films_evolution_v2.swf

Advices for those who take life too seriously

• You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be misquoted, then used against you.
• Plan to be spontaneous - tomorrow.
• Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
• To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.
• Despite the cost of living, have you noticed how popular it remains?
• Borrow money from a pessimist - they don't expect it back.
• A day without sunshine is, like, night.
• I intend to live forever - so far so good.
• He who laughs last thinks slowest.
• On the other hand, you have different fingers.
• 99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name.
• Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.
• I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be without sponges.
• Nothing is foolproof to a talented fool.
• Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of checks.
• A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.
• If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.
• The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to theability to reach it.
• No one is listening until you make a mistake.
• Success always occurs in private and failure in full view.
• You never really learn to swear until you learn to drive.
• The sooner you fall behind the more time you'll have to catch up.
• Always try to be modest and be proud of it!
• A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
• If at first you don't succeed, then skydiving isn't for you.
  
• via: wordworx.co.nz

A good debate

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/17889148/site/newsweek/

Positive Effects of Beer

Revelation

Another word for Unconditional Love is

"Mother"

lessons to be learnt

It was a long time since i had put in some words here. The real reason was that I was depressed for reasons known only to me. I was unlucky enough to loose a friend for no fault of mine. Even now, I am wondering why I was hated for no reasons. Sometimes people use you for their own welfare and when the means are achieved, you are out of there life. I pray for this friend of mine and may God put some good sense into the mind of this person.

As I was reading one of the blogs....I tumbled upon this wonderful true story of inspiration...http://www.alexisleon.com/story.html

The English Language

Read this interesting thing about the Queen's language

Let's face it
English is a stupid language.
There is no egg in the eggplant
No ham in the hamburger
And neither pine nor apple in the pineapple.
English muffins were not invented in England
French fries were not invented in France.

We sometimes take English for granted
But if we examine its paradoxes we find that
Quicksand takes you down slowly
Boxing rings are square
And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

If writers write, how come fingers don't fing.
If the plural of tooth is teeth
Shouldn't the plural of phone booth be phone beeth
If the teacher taught,
Why didn't the preacher praught.

If a vegetarian eats vegetables
What the heck does a humanitarian eat!?
Why do people recite at a play
Yet play at a recital?
Park on driveways and
Drive on parkways

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy
Of a language where a house can burn up as
It burns down
And in which you fill in a form
By filling it out
And a bell is only heard once it goes!

English was invented by people, not computers
And it reflects the creativity of the human race
(Which of course isn't a race at all)

That is why
When the stars are out they are visible
But when the lights are out they are invisible
And why it is that when I wind up my watch
It starts
But when I wind up this observation,
It ends?

Came across this article again....

Just read along what a fresh father has to say about his new daughter...

by Tom Evslin, written in 1979 (and posted recently on his blog) on the birth of his daughter:
A few weeks ago my daughter Katy was born. She started out terribly; grey, streaked with blood, and with her umbilical cord wrapped around her neck. Central Vermont Hospital took care of all that very well and now she is less the worse for wear than I am.
But she is helpless, incredibly helpless. It’s been a few years since I’ve had an infant to watch and I’d forgotten. She can’t hold her huge head up; she can’t use her hands; and her eyes discover the world piece by piece at random.
No other mammal has babies nearly as helpless as ours. Even blind puppies walk to their first nursing. And the reflexive curling of Katy’s toes reminds me that, if she were a monkey, she’d already he able to hold onto a branch.
One theory is that the head is the problem. For better or for worse, humans have brains proportional1y far bigger than those of other species. The head built to contain this giant brain has run into an evolutionary trap. It’s almost too big to be born.
That is why humans have more trouble with childbirth than other species. And so, the theory goes, in order to be born at all, humans must be born prematurely. In other words, human babies are so helpless because they are still in an advanced state of fetal development. If they waited until they were as developed as other mammal babies, their heads would he too large for delivery.
I think there is another reason in the grand scheme of things why our babies are born with so much to learn.
The babies of other species come preprogrammed. They already have most basic motor skills. In general, the lower down the evolutionary ladder a species is, the more adult skills its babies have built in.
Our babies know how to nurse. Everything else they have to learn. It seems very inefficient that we have to learn to lift our heads, then learn to roll over, then creep, then walk. But I think this inefficiency serves a purpose.
While my daughter Katy is learning the simple task of making her hand touch what her eye sees, she will also he learning how to learn. As she tries and fails and tries again, her mind will learn how to retain experience. As her left hand learns what her right hand knows, her mind will learn to reason and extrapolate.
As Katy takes a year to learn the motor skills a monkey is born with, she will be preparing herself for the great task of mastering a spoken language. As she struggles pitifully to make a rattle work right, she will he learning to learn to read and write.
Above all, we are nature’s best learners. We have very dull eyes, puny teeth, a weak sense of smell, and we don’t hear very well. Our physical prowess is probably the laughingstock of the animal kingdom. But we can learn. We learn how to learn while we learn how to walk.
Welcome, Katy, to a genuine learning experience. And good luck.

Adieu for the moment

Not much seems to be happening, except for the change of the minute and the date. My mind is not taking orders. It is having a free run. The course of it is unknown. Obsessed feelings and confused perception about life and fellow beings. People take people for granted. Seriousness is serious when people need people or else you dont exist. Sorrys are told as if accidentally stepping on a stranger's feet whereas the real pain was felt in my heart. That is when death becomes the threshold of life.

Threshold

I was not aware of the moment when I first crossed the threshold of this life.

What was the power that made me open out into this vast mystery like a bud in the forest at midnight?

When in the morning I looked upon the light, I felt in a moment that I was no stranger in this world

That the inscrutable without name and form had taken me in its arms in the form of my own mother.

Even so, in death the same unknown will appear as ever known to me

And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well.

The child cries out when from the right breast the mother takes it away in the very next moment to find in the left one its consolation.

From Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore