Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Don't be serious, Be sincere!!!


This is one of the best few words I heard these days from one of my favorite writer Chetan Bhagat. Excerpt from the Speech given by Chetan Bhagat at Symbiosis.

Life is one of those races in nursery school where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first. Same with life, where health and relationships are the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die.

One thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously. Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It's ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.

"Don't be serious, be sincere."

Start enjoying every moment................ :)

Best Regards,
Prayaga Purushotham

Sunday, December 20, 2009

I Love This Book - 2 States!!!

For last few days I was busy with my personal and organisational activities and I took a lot of time in writing something worthy on my blog. So Finally i decided to write about this book and writer whom i love a lot because they make me happy. I am happy that I finally brought this book “2 States by Chetan Bhagat” in Chennai Central Book Stores while traveling to my home town. I had plenty of time in the train and i enjoyed my journey in reading this book. Chetan's Bhagat's earlier books One night at the call centre, five point someone and 3 Mistakes of my life are good. I read all his books and definitely 2-states in no-1 place for me. I love reading his books again and again because he speaks more about reality close to life characters. Though he is biut sarcastic I loved the way he explained every situation and he will make characters enact in front of you when you are reading this book. The way of story telling is surely interesting.

2 States is Chetan Bhagat's fourth book. It's almost a continuation to 5 point someone, if you leave out the change in name of the leading role. Chetan Bhagat magnanimously dedicates this book to his in-laws with a small note something like conditions apply. He admits that book is inspired by his own experiences and yet he requests the book be treated as fiction. Its hard to considering every second couple in this country undergoes similar experiences. Not to mention, every Boolywood movie harps on same theme. Starts with Krish entering IIM after his crazy exploration at IIT. An asuaual Punjabi-Tamilian love story starts, set in times when parents controlled the worlds of their 20 something children. How their marriage is an unthinkable phenomenon and how it's made not just thinkable but also possible by the two madly in love.

Having read Bhagat's previous works, you'll know what to expect. God calling and setting your life right overnight, making out at the traffic signal, getting lucky with a cute girl at IIT, getting lucky with your friend's sister at his house, a boy wonder killing off a fanatic rioter and other such incidents where over the top will not suffice are what his books include. Stuff that'll fit in Bollywood movies. And stereotypes, loads of them.

And yes, you will see the same again. An overemotional mother. A over dramatic tamilian family. An incompetent boss. A much better and higher achieving NRI guy competing with the protagonist to get the girl. The characters are familiar too.

Bhagat stays true to his writing style as well and yes, it's not bad, though nothing extraordinary, either. The wit and sarcasm stand out and are worth quite a few LoL moments. Though, it ends at that. The story tends to drag a little with the same incidents happening over and over again. Friction between the parents of the boy and the girl, etc. Vibrant characters, use of the stereotypes again.

Overall, the book is as average as one of his protagonists. Nothing booker worthy. It is worth reading it again for few situations to kill your time and enjoy the book. I liked it very much because I am stayed in Delhi and I am staying in Chennai now and I have seen both Punjabis and Tamilians in my life. So I started relating the characters to people whom ever I knew and who ever behaves same.

Please take some time and go to the nearest book stores buy a copy for yourself and read it when you are absolutely doing nothing.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

My Vemulawada Trip!


Last weekend I went to my native place and from there we went to a holy place called Vemulawada along with my family members to offer prayers to Rajanna. As one of my uncle works in teh temple we managed for the darshan within 10min adn came out. me & my daughter offered headshave and my daughter also got ear pierced at this place.The trip was very memorable and good - as there was a local bundh we have to manage the travel to this place in TATA Magic - a new auto that came into the market which looks like a car. I could not post many pictures here as my family stayed back in my home town for a winter break and  my camnera is left behind with them. I will post the complete set of pictures soon on facebook & orkut. For now i have taken a picture of myself from my mobile to demonstrate my bald head LoL.... The other picture is the main entrance to the sanctum sanctorum viewed along with the Muslim Masjid inside the temple courtyard of Sri Raja Rajeshwara Swami temple at Vemulawada

Vemulawada, located 150 km from Hyderabad is known for Sri Raja Rajeshwara Swamy Temple. It is one of the very few temples devoted to Lord Siva. Popularly known as Dakshana Kashi (Benaras of South India) the temple attracts lakhs of devotees from all over the country.

The Sri Raja Rajeshwara Swamy Temple is a fine example of communal harmony where both Hindus and Muslims offer obeisance to Lord Siva and Allah.

The temple at Vemulawada is next only to Tirupati in terms of its revenues. The temple contributes Rs. 8 lakhs anually to the gram Panchayat for developmental activities in the pilgrim town.

Special arrangements are made for the pilgrims during the festival. Several cultural and social activities are also organised by the authorities. Free boarding and lodging is provided to the students. Besides, the temple also offers donations for other small temples.

On the Sivaratri day, a record three to four lakh pilgrims throng the sacred temple at Vemulawada. Special poojas and darshans are held to mark the festivity. Mahalingarchana is performed by about hundred archakas. At midnight Ekadasa Rudrabhishekham is performed to the deity. The temple is brightly illuminated in the night, presenting an aesthetic look.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

My Love Story!

LOVE happens to everyone at every stage of life. You love your parents, you love your first teacher, you love a beautiful girl in your class 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, & 10. When you come to college you love every girl who looks better, you love the girl opposite to your house. When yoou actually become conscious of your beauty and when you start combing your hair yoou love each adn every beauitiful girl or aunty. Similarly I once had a friend who grew to be very close to me. Once when we were sitting at the edge of a small pond, she filled the palm of her hand with some water and held it before me, and said this: "You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love." This was how I saw it: As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds. This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love...they try to posses it, they demand, they expect... and just like the water spilling out of your hand, love will retrieve from you . For love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature. If there are people you love, allow them to be free beings. Give and don't expect. Advise, but don't order. Ask, but never demand. It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly practice. It is the secret to true love. To truly practice it, you must sincerely feel no expectations from those who you love, and yet an unconditional caring." Passing thought... Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take; but by the moments that take our breath away.....
Life is beautiful!!! Live it !!!

Monday, November 16, 2009

Eternal Life Insurance!

This may not be a prayer but it is all about prayer; about prayer and faith. Since I have no better way to express my gratitude, I wish to share these words with you:

Many of us have had their doubts. Many of us have had lives with intermittent periods of doubt and faith and in as far as grey cells are responsible for those doubts, intellect - from my perspective - may be a malady rather than a remedy.

For years I have not prayed for many of the things that people often pray for, for I have mainly prayed for more faith. Since faith cannot be purchased, since it has no price and since it is free, I experienced my prayer as humble and as if I wasn’t asking for much...

And so I have prayed for faith. For years and years I have prayed for more faith.

These past few months some incredible events have taken place in my life and all of those events have added immensely to my faith. After years of praying for faith, God has answered my prayers in His very own way, for rather than just sending me that faith, He poured out an overwhelming waterfall of events that gave me that faith whilst in the process fulfilling some of my dearest and most secret wishes that I most certainly would never have dared to pray for.

Whilst many of His gifts are still unfolding to the meanwhile increased perceptiveness that my strengthened faith has given me, I was driving along a highway yesterday whilst thinking about all that.

Suddenly it occurred to me that in giving me all that faith that I had prayed for (and possibly more) God had in fact given me a free eternal life insurance. Can you imagine! Not a life insurance but an Eternal Life Insurance...

And I don’t even have to pay a cent for the policy!

Here I was...all those years...believing that I was praying my most humble prayer and thinking that I was asking for something that was free and that thus I wasn’t asking for much whilst, in fact, I was praying for something that has no price because it is absolutely priceless...

I know that it sounds awfully inadequate but what else can I say but WOW!!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The Passing away of a Hero: Goodbye Balagopal


Civil rights activist K. Balagopal (52) died of cardiac arrest in a hospital at Mehdipatnam on Thursday [8 October 2009] night. A short tribute from us

Many might feel boring or nor interested to know about this gentleman - but the fact is we all are human brings and it is our right to know about a hero who has helped mankind.

Going into silence is the only way for me to describe how I felt when I heard about Balagopal’s death. Ordinary people leading ordinary lives die of heart attacks. And despite the simplicity with which he led his life and interacted with people, every time one met Balagopal or heard him you always knew you were in the presence of someone extraordinary. Whenever he left after any meeting, Balagopal left you a little scared about whether you would ever see him again. As a result of the position that he took- against the violence of the state as well as the violence of the Maoists, you were always left with the lurching fear that any point of time, you would be given the news that Balagopal had been killed in an encounter.

At the same time it is perhaps not surprising that despite living a life which was scripted towards a violent death, it was only appropriate that his death transcended any partisan act of violence. Film maker Deepa Dhanraj captures the essence of Balagopal when she describes him as a ‘moral force’ whose authority emerged from the integrity with which he led his life and the courage with which he stood by his belief. If Balagopal was a regular anti violent activist or a pacifist, then there would have been nothing surprising about his stance on violence, and to argue for the importance of non violence would hardly be an act of courage. But for someone who had spent a better part of his life in struggles, and in battles against the impunity of the state, the commitment to an ethical position on violence becomes a deeply ethical choice of bravery.

Kandalla Balagopal (10.6.1952 - 8.10.2009) was an uncompromising human rights activist and lawyer who was known for his work on the issue of civil liberties and human rights.He was a staunch civil liberties activist in Andhra Pradesh. He had broken away from the Andhra Pradesh Civil Liberties Committee (APCLC), with which he was associated since its inception in ‘80’s, on the issue of violence perpetrated by the erstwhile CPI-ML Peoples War. He was a prolific writer on people’s issues and had recently written about the developments on the Maoist front in west Bengal.

About Balagopal Garu

K. Balagopal was the fifth child of Kandalla Parthanatha Sarma and Nagamani. His father’s job in the insurance sector entailed frequent transfers and Balagopal’s education was in several towns of AP, from Nellore to Vizianagaram. After Pre-University education in Kavali and BSc in Tirupati, he took an MSc and PhD in Mathematics from the Regional Engineering College in Warangal before proceeding to Delhi for a post-doctoral at the Indian Statistical Institute. He returned to Warangal in 1981, where he started teaching Maths at the Kakatiya University. This was also the time when he decided on social activism and joined the Andhra Pradesh Civil Liberties Committee.(www.humanrightsforum.org)

K. Balagopal was a brilliant mathematician, he began his career as a teacher in Warangal but soon turned full-time human rights activist. He was a Mathematics professor at Kakatiya University before quitting in 1985.He did his Phd in Kakatiya University. He chose to become a lawyer much later, after getting fully associated with the human rights movement.

K.Balagopal served as the general secretary of Andhra Pradesh Civil Liberties Committee (APCLC) between 1983 and 1997. Following sharp differences of opinion within the APCLC on how to respond to revolutionary violence he left APCLC and formed the Human Rights Forum.

Over a period of 26 years, he documented and took up cases of thousands of extra-judicial killings by government forces in Andhra Pradesh and elsewhere. When the erstwhile people’s war cadres resorted to a rash of kidnaps in late ‘80’s, a vigilante organisation ‘Praja Bandhu’ abducted him demanding the release of two policemen from naxalite custody. The ‘Praja Bandhu’ which was suspected to have been floated by the state police had released him only after the abducted policemen were let off.

First introduced to Marxism through reading DD Kosambi, K. Balagopal followed a dialectical Marxist method in scores of articles published in the Economic and Political Weekly until the early 90s. Deeply disturbed by the collapse of the Soviet Union, Balagopal began to explore humanist traditions in Marxism for answers. His articles in the 90s especially in Telugu reflect this shift.

Balagopal founded the Human Rights Forum ([HRF[1]) in Andhra Pradesh.

His public criticism of the acts of violence by Maoists attracted severe criticism from the naxalites. Following his comments on the violence in Lalgarh in West Bengal, Maoist Central Committee member, Mallojula Koteshwar Rao had challenged Balagopal to visit Lalgarh resistance area to know the real picture.

He served as a member of the Expert Group on Development Challenges in Extremist Affected Areas, set up by Planning Commission of India in 2008.He genuinely believed that human rights are indivisible. He was known for his simple living and his extremely sharp analytical articles that appeared regularly in Economic and Political Weekly.His incisive articles in EPW included issues ranging from the regime of Indira Gandhi, Reservations issue, human rights violations from time to time in different places, the Gujarat riots, Special Economic Zones, land acquisition, sub-categorisation of Scheduled Castes in Andhra Pradesh, the failure of talks between the YSR Government and the CPI-Maoists and so on. He was a prolific writer in Telugu.

His Telugu essay 'Cheekati Konaalu' was a path-breaking one, in which he directly questioned the violation of human rights by those who claimed that they were working for a radical revolution. After the formation of Human Rights Forum,he expanded his activities and visited areas undergoing intense social turmoil in Jammu and Kashmir, Gujarat, West Bengal and Orissa. In Orissa his fact-finding teams visited Rayagada district and documented the perspective of people displaced by Utkal Allumina Project, Jagatsinghpur district in respect of people affected by proposed Posco steel plant and Kandhamal district, which was affected by communal and ethnic clashes in 2007/2008. Not only was he an intellectual giant,but he had his heart for the deprived and down-trodden. He analysed critically and exposed the hypocrisy in the functioning of most of the mainstream political parties.

Also please visit http://balagopal.org/

Let us all pay tribute to this Maha Maha Manishi.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Me in NDTV - Chennai Speaks Out!

Chennai Speaks out - This is Chennai’s first English Talk show that encourages Chennaites to speak out about issues that concern them. The main panelists are well-known from around the city and the issues lined up range from domestic violence to an inadequate school system. So I had a chance to join the show yesterday, hosted by Jennifer Arul - Managing Editor / COO – NDTV Hindu, to get a ringside view of what Chennai is thinking on Autos. I had an opportunity to talk on the show what I felt about Chennai autos and my share my experiences. Addl. Commissioner Of Police & INODA Association Secy., Enchanting Tamilnadu – Tourist Friendly Auto President & Few Auto Drivers were present to address issues. They mainly spoke about auto fares –language barrier – manners – attitude etc. So watch me on NDTV at the following schedule.

NDTV - HINDU

Nov 15 - Sunday - 12 noon - 9pm
Nov 16 - Monday - 5pm
Nov 17 - Tuesday - 8am
Nov 18 - Wednesday- 9pm

Please do not miss this show to watch on NDTV, atleast for my sake!! Good Day All!!!

Best Regards,
Prayaga Purushotham

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Blink by Malcolm Gladwell is Eye opening!!!

Hi All Once again.. I took this book from my friend Alok Upadhyay. I used to travel a lot to my home town to see my wife and daughter when she was away from home for maternity reasons. At last i finished reading this book yesterday and couldnt stop myself from writing this review. I started reading 2 states by Chetan Bhagat and I will come back with a a write up soon..

I haven’t read the Tipping Point (also by Malcolm) so wasn’t familiar with the authors previous work. Blink isn’t your typical book about spirituality or growth that you see recommended in this niche, but is actually about ‘The Power of Thinking without Thinking’.

And if I had to describe it very briefly I would say: “Eye opening”.

I always prefer the authors description of a book as they have mastered it to get to the point:

It’s a book about rapid cognition, about the kind of thinking that happens in a blink of an eye. When you meet someone for the first time, or walk into a house you are thinking of buying, or read the first few sentences of a book, your mind takes about two seconds to jump to a series of conclusions. Well, “Blink” is a book about those two seconds, because I think those instant conclusions that we reach are really powerful and really important and, occasionally, really good.

The book is about those two second and a whole alot more. Malcolm draws on examples from science, advertising, sales, medicine, and popular music to reinforce his ideas. The best example is about an ex-Marine’s victory in a war-game simulation. He may have been out numbered and didn’t have the resources that the opposing team had. However, the ex-marine used his better judgement and ability to thin slice a situation until he came out on top.

The other example that really connected for me was about advertising. The example given was about the snap judgments that people make about food, advertising and if they are going to buy a product. The book went into a bit of detail about how research can aid firms looking to get into the food business and win…. especial if you are in the jam business. In the end the book is really about people and each one of us. The book taught me a bit about myself and how I go about making those choices that effect the world around me. I don’t think I’ll change how I think slice people but I will be even more conscious of it.

The chapters of the book are:

1. The Statue that Didn’t Look Right
2. The Theory of Thin Slices
3. The Locked Door: The Secret Life of Snap Decisions
4. The Warren Harding Error
5. Paul Van Riper’s Big Victory
6. The Right and Wrong Way to Ask People What they Want
7. Seven Seconds in the Bronx
8. Living with Your Eyes

This book is literally jam-packed with interesting stories, studies and observations. Towards the back of the book I particularly found the fact that Pepsi still beats Coke in taste tests to this day very interesting. However, if you are drinking either on a regular basis Coke will be your preferred drink as it isn’t as sweet.

Pick your copy today and start reading it. I will be going to Odyssey or Land Mark to pick a copy of Tipping Point by the same author - I am quite Impressed!!

Friday, October 30, 2009

Perfect Date!

A Date (I know it will take sometime to read this post but I bet you will love to read it again)

I received this mail from one of my best friends.

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you. The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. "What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. "I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you," I responded. "Just the two of us" She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much."

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous.
When I arrived at her house, I noticed t hat she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.

"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, "she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting". We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down,

I had to read the menu. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.” It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said. "Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.

During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.

"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered. A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I did to do anything for her.

Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless,I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE YOU!" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."

Pass this along to everyone with an aging parent, to a child, to an adult, to anyone with a parent. Here's hoping today is better than yesterday and tomorrow.

The Missing Rib!

For all the guys out there, let's ponder & reflect about the message below, and for the ladies you can share this with your love ones...

A girl in love asked her boyfriend..
Girl (g): Tell me... who do you love most in this world?

Boy (b): You, of course!

(g): In your heart, what am I to you?

(b): The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and said, "You are my rib. In the Bible, it was said that God saw that Adam was lonely, during his sleep; God took one of Adam's rib and created Eve. Every man has been searching for his missing rib, only when you Find the woman of your life; you'll no longer feel the lingering ache in your heart."
After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy life for a while. However, the youthful couple began to drift apart due to the busy schedule of life and the never-ending worries of daily problems....their life became mundane....
All the challenges posed by the harsh realities of life began to gnaw away their dreams and love for each other...
The couple began to have more quarrels and each quarrel became more heated..

One day, after the quarrel, the girl ran out of the house.... At the opposite side of the road, she shouted, "You don't love me!"

The boy hated her childishness and out of impulse, retorted, "Maybe, it was a mistake for us to be together! You were never my missing rib!"

Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while.... He regretted what he said but words spoken are like thrown away water, You can never take it back. With tears, she went home to pack her things and Was determined in breaking-up.
Before she left the house, "If I'm really not your missing rib, please let me go..... She continued, "It is less painful this way... let us go on our separate ways and search for our own partners..."

Five years went by....

He never remarried but he had tried to find out about her life indirectly...... She had left the country and back.... She had married a foreigner and divorced..... He felt anguished that she never waited for him.

In the dark and lonely night, he lit his cigarette and felt the lingering ache in his heart. He couldn't bring himself to admit that He was missing her. One day, they finally met at the airport, a place where there were many reunions and good-byes.He was going away on a business trip.

She was standing there alone, with just the security door separating them. She smiled at him gently.

(b): How are you?

(g): I'm fine. How about you... Have you found your missing rib?

(b): No.

(g): I'll be flying to New York in the next flight.

(b): I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you are back...You know my number... Nothing has changed.
With a smile, she turned around and waved good-bye..
Good-bye.....

One week later, he heard of her death. She had perished in New York.
In the event that shocked the world. Midnight..... Once again, he lit his cigarette..... And like before, he felt the lingering ache in his heart..... He finally knew, she was the missing rib that he had carelessly broken....
Sometimes, people say things out of moments of fury..... Most often than not, the outcome could be disastrous and detrimental....

We vent our frustrations 99% at our loved ones. And even though we know that we ought to "think twice and act wisely", it's often easier said than done. Things happen each day, many of which are beyond our control.... Let us treasure every moment and everyone in our lives.... Tomorrow may never come; give and accept what you have today.

"The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

Thursday, October 22, 2009

What a wonderful world!!!

This song is from one of the legends of music in the world. No weddign is complete without this song at all. This song is by Louis Armstrong.

I See trees of green........ red roses too
I see em bloom..... for me and for you
And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue..... clouds of white
Bright blessed days....dark sacred nights
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.

The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the sky
Are also on the faces.....of people ..going by
I see friends shaking hands.....sayin.. how do you do
Theyre really sayin......i love you.

I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow
Theyll learn much more.....than Ill never know
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world

(instrumental break)

The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the sky
Are there on the faces.....of people ..going by
I see friends shaking hands.....sayin.. how do you do
Theyre really sayin...*spoken*(I ....love....you).

I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow
*spoken*(you know their gonna learn
A whole lot more than Ill never know)
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself .......what a wonderful world

About Louis Armstrong


Louis Armstrong was the greatest of all Jazz musicians. Armstrong defined what it was to play Jazz. His amazing technical abilities, the joy and spontaneity, and amazingly quick, inventive musical mind still dominate Jazz to this day. Only Charlie Parker comes close to having as much influence on the history of Jazz as Louis Armstrong did. Like almost all early Jazz musicians, Louis was from New Orleans. He was from a very poor family and was sent to reform school when he was twelve after firing a gun in the air on New Year's Eve. At the school he learned to play cornet. After being released at age fourteen, he worked selling papers, unloading boats, and selling coal from a cart. He didn't own an instrument at this time, but continued to listen to bands at clubs like the Funky Butt Hall. Joe "King" Oliver was his favorite and the older man acted as a father to Louis, even giving him his first real cornet, and instructing him on the instrument. By 1917 he played in an Oliver inspired group at dive bars in New Orleans' Storyville section. In 1919 he left New Orleans for the first time to join Fate Marable's band in St. Louis. Marable led a band that played on the Strekfus Mississsippi river boat lines. When the boats left from New Orleans Armstrong also played regular gigs in Kid Ory's band. Louis stayed with Marable until 1921 when he returned to New Orleans and played in Zutty Singleton's. He also played in parades with the Allen Brass Band, and on the bandstand with Papa Celestin's Tuxedo Orchestra , and the Silver Leaf Band. When King Oliver left the city in 1919 to go to Chicago, Louis took his place in Kid Ory's band from time to time. In 1922 Louis received a telegram from his mentor Joe Oliver, asking him to join his Creole Jazz Band at Lincoln Gardens (459 East 31st Street) in Chicago. This was a dream come true for Armstrong and his amazing playing in the band soon made him a sensation among other musicians in Chicago. The New Orleans style of music took the town by storm and soon many other bands from down south made their way north to Chicago. While playing in Oliver's Creole Jazz Band, Armstrong met Lillian Hardin, a piano player and arranger for the band. In February of 1924 they were married. Lil was a very intelligent and ambitious woman who felt that Louis was wasting himself playing in Oliver's band. By the end of 1924 she pressured Armstrong to reluctantly leave his mentor's band. He briefly worked with Ollie Powers' Harmony Syncopators before he moved to New York to play in Fletcher Henderson's Orchestra for 13 months. During that time he also did dozens of recording sessions with numerous Blues singers, including Bessie Smith's 1925 classic recording of "St. Louis Blues". He also recorded with Clarence Williams and the Red Onion Jazz Babies. In 1925 Armstrong moved back to Chicago and joined his wife's band at the Dreamland Cafe (3520 South State Street). He also played in Erskine Tate's Vendome Orchestra and then with Carrol Dickenson's Orchestra at the Sunset Cafe (313-17 East 35th Street at the corner of Calmet Street). Armstrong recorded his first Hot Five records that same year. This was the first time that Armstrong had made records under his own name. The records made by Louis Armstrong's Hot Five and Hot Seven are considered to be absolute jazz classics and speak of Armstrong's creative powers. The band never played live, but continued recording until 1928. While working at the Sunset, Louis met his future manager, Joe Glaser. Glaser managed the Sunset at that time. Armstrong continued to play in Carrol Dickenson's Orchestra until 1929. He also led his own band on the same venue under the name of Louis Armstrong and his Stompers. For the next two years Armstrong played with Carroll Dickerson's Savoy Orchestra and with Clarence Jones' Orchestra in Chicago. By 1929 Louis was becoming a very big star. He toured with the show "Hot Chocolates" and appeared occasionally with the Luis Russell Orchestra, with Dave Peyton, and with Fletcher Henderson. Armstrong moved to Los Angeles in 1930 where he fronted a band called Louis Armstrong and his Sebastian New Cotton Club Orchestra. In 1931 he returned to Chicago and assembled his own band for touring purposes. In June of that year he returned to New Orleans for the first time since he left in 1922 to join King Oliver's Creole Jazz Band. Armstrong was greeted as a hero, but racism marred his return when a White radio announcer refused to mention Armstrong on the air and a free concert that Louis was going to give to the cities' African-American population was cancelled at the last minute. Louis and Lil also separated in 1931. In 1932 he returned to California, before leaving for England where he was a great success. For the next three years Armstrong was almost always on the road. He crisscrossed the U.S. dozens of times and returned to Europe playing in Denmark, Sweden, Norway, Holland and England. In 1935 he returned to the U.S. and hired Joe Glaser to be his manager. He had known Glaser when he was the manager of the Sunset Cafe in Chicago in the 1920s. Glaser was allegedly connected to the Al Capone mob, but proved to be a great manager and friend for Louis. Glaser remained Armstrong's manager until his death in 1969. Glaser took care of the business end of things, leaving Armstrong free to concentrate on his music. He also hired the Luis Russell Orchestra as Louis' backup band with Russell as the musical director. This was like going home for Armstrong, because Russell's Orchestra was made up of predominantly New Orleans musicians, many of whom had also played with King Oliver. The band was renamed Louis Armstrong and his Orchestra and was one of the most popular acts of the Swing era. Glaser put the band to work and they toured constantly for the next ten years. During this period Armstrong became one of the most famous men in America. In 1938 Lil and Louis finally got a divorce. Louis then married Alpha, his third wife. The endless touring was hard on their marriage and they were divorced four years later, but Armstrong quickly remarried Lucille and they remained married for the rest of his life. For the next nine years the Louis Armstrong Orchestra continued to tour and release records, but as the 1940s drew to a close the public's taste in Jazz began to shift away from the commercial sounds of the Swing era and big band Jazz. The so-called Dixieland Jazz revival was just beginning and Be Bop was also starting to challenge the status quo in the Jazz world. The Louis Armstrong Orchestra was beginning to look tired and concert and record sales were declining. Critics complained that Armstrong was becoming too commercial. So, in 1947 Glaser fired the orchestra and replaced them with a small group that became one of the greatest and most popular bands in Jazz history. The group was called the Louis Armstrong Allstars and over the years featured exceptional musicians like Barney Bigard, Jack Teagarden, Sidney ‘Big Sid’ Catlett , vocalist Vilma Middleton, and Earl Hines. The band went through a number of personnel changes over the years but remained extremely popular worldwide. They toured extensively travelling to Africa, Asia, Europe and South America for the next twenty years until Louis' failing health caused them to disband. Armstrong became known as America's Ambassador. In 1963 Armstrong scored a huge international hit with his version of "Hello Dolly". This number one single even knocked the Beatles off the top of the charts. In 1968 he recorded another number one hit with the touchingly optimistic "What A Wonderful World". Armstrong's health began to fail him and he was hospitalized several times over the remaining three years of his life, but he continued playing and recording. On July 6th 1971 the world's greatest Jazz musician died in his sleep at his home in Queens, New York.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Sarva Sambhavam

After the long weekend of 3 days I came to office this morning to office and i felt like a school child until i saw my best pals at work. To my surprise my best friend Mr,Lanka Deepak presented me a book. This book is "Sarva Sambhavam" written by Sri P V R K Prasad I.A.S. This book is presented by Lanka Deepak's father Sri Lanka Nagaraju Garu to me on the ocassion of Diwali. I am very grateful to him for presenting me with such a wonderful gift and for giving me thsi opportunity to learnb about a great personality Sri P V R K Prasad and the Thirumala. This is simply very interesting...amazing...superb.. what not... I have been following columns of Sri P V R K Prasad I.A.S. in a telugu magazine "Swathi" with the same name "Sarva Sambhavam". The day I received this book I was unable to control my hunger to read it. Here are few of my feelings which i could pen down. Hope you will also have a wonderful time reading it.

‘Venkatesa Samodevo Nabhuto Nabhavishyati’

Lord Venkateswara is defined, ‘Piliche variki palike Daivam’ who ever calls him, He answers his call. If we ask any devotee of Lord Venkateswara his experiences with the God, especially his trip to Tirumala, he has definitely not one, but more than one to share with us. When ordinary people like us have so many experiences to share, don’t you think the executive officer (E.O.) of Lord Balaji has to share many more miraculous incidents with us? Any E.O. is the first devotee of God and the E.O. who devotes himself to God wholeheartedly is bound to experience unbelievable, strange but true experiences.

Sri P.V.R.K. Prasad I.A.S narrated his services as E.O. in Tirumala during the period 1978-82. He is behind some of the facilities we see today in Tirumala - the Vaikhuntam queue complex, the slanting wooden plank in the temple, Large sized Lord Hanuma to protect the pilgrims who climb up the mountains on foot, the new ‘Dwaja Stambam’ etc. How these things materialized and what problems he faced in the course of action and how he felt God’s grace behind these efforts were beautifully penned down in Telugu. Each episode is graphic description with ardent faith in God in flowery language. Tears roll down our cheeks unknowingly as we go through the episodes.

The ‘dwaja stambam’ episode is the highlight of the book. If I mention that in a nutshell, I will be spoiling the beauty of it.

Please order a copy for yourself and read it. Kill Piracy and read the original. I am sure you will have wonderdul reading it.

Sarva Sambhavam
Author Sri P V R K Prasad I.A.S
Published by EMESCO Books
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Friday, September 4, 2009

Think Positive +!!!

Think Positive - Like many others mails this one is sent by one of my friend and i liked it because we get tensed on many things that dont happen of they are supposed to happen. This is for the people who panic and go mad when things happen on right time - this mail might help them feel better. Follwoing are few Interestign feel good factors

Think Positive !!


This is nice - finding positive out of every negative - which we don't always manage to do.

I am thankful...

1. For the husband who snores all night, because he is at home asleep with me and not with someone else.

2. For my teenage daughter who is complaining about doing dishes, because that means she is at home & not on the streets.

3. For the taxes that I pay because it means that I am employed.

4. For the mess to clean after a party because it means that I have been surrounded by friends.

5. For the clothes that fit a little too snug because it means I have enough to eat.

6. For my shadow that watches me work because it means I am out in the sunshine.

7. For a floor that needs mopping, and windows that need cleaning because it means I have a home.

8. For all the complaining I hear about the government because it means that we have freedom of speech.

9. For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot because it means I am capable of walking and that I have been blessed with transportation.

10. For the noise I have to bear from my neighbors because it means that I can hear.

11. For the pile of laundry and ironing because it means I have clothes to wear.

12. For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day because it means I have been capable of working hard.

13. For the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours because it means that I am still alive.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Happy Raksha Bandan!!!

Raksha Bandhan (the bond of protection in Hindi and Panjabi) is a Hindu festival, which celebrates the relationship between brothers and sisters. It is celebrated on the full moon of the month of Shraavana.
The festival is marked by the tying of a rakhi, or holy thread by the sister on the wrist of her brother. The elder brother in return offers a gift to his sister and vows to look after her same while an elder sister returns offers to her younger brother. The brother and sister traditionally feed each other sweets. It is not necessary that the rakhi can be given only to a brother by birth; any male can be "adopted" as a brother by tying a rakhi on the person, that is "blood brothers and sisters", whether they are cousins or a good friend. Indian history is replete with women asking for protection, through rakhi, from men who were neither their brothers, nor Hindus themselves. In 16th century, Rani Karnavati of Chittor sent a rakhi to the Mughal Emperor Humayun when she was threatened by Bahadur Shah of Gujarat. Humayun abandoned an ongoing military campaign to ride to her rescue.
The rakhi may also be tied on other special occasions to show solidarity and kinship (not necessarily only among brothers and sisters), as was done during the Indian independence movement.

And on a special occassion like i am rememberign my sister who is in her in - laws place enjoying with her kids both ammulu and nagasai.

I love you sister - I i miss you a lot in my life

Laughter the best medicine!

One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up eating beans. Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home from work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home. On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odor of baked
beans was more than I could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the dinner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans. All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas. upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly:

'Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight.' He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call. The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously. Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than stinking cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not. At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused:

'Happy Birthday!'!!

I nearly died!!!

Attitude is Everything...........

An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation:

Dear Son,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden because your mother always loved planting time. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren't in prison.
Love,
Dad

Shortly, the old man received this telegram: "For Heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up the garden!! That's where I buried the GUNS!!"

At 4 a.m. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.

Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asked him what to do next.

His son's reply was: "Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad. It's the best I could do for you from here."

MORAL: NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD, IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART YOU CAN DO IT. IT IS THE THOUGHT THAT MATTERS NOT WHERE YOU ARE OR WHERE THE PERSON IS.

Best Regards,
Prayaga

Cannot Resist Laughing!

This time it was my friend Deepak Lanka again who really inspired me to share this piece of joke with you all. I have laughed for atleast 10min and i guarantee you the same feel with you all.

A man boards a flight from Delhi to Mumbai and takes his seat. As he settles in, he glances up and sees a gorgeous woman boarding the plane.

He soon realizes she's heading straight towards his seat. Lo and behold, she takes the seat right next to his.

Eager to strike up a conversation, he asks 'Business trip or vacation?' She turns, smiles, and says, 'Business. I'm going to the annual Sexologists Convention.'

He swallows hard. Here is the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen, sitting next to him, and she's a sexologist! Struggling to contain his excitement and maintain his composure, he calmly asks, 'What's your business role at this convention?'

'Lecturer,' she says, 'I use my experience to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality.'

'Really?' he says, swallowing hard. 'What m-m-m-myths are those?'

'Well,' she explains, 'one popular myth is that African men are the best endowed when, in fact, it's the Tamilian who is most likely to possess that trait. Another popular myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers, whereas actually it is the Bengali. However, we have found that the best potential lover in all categories is the Sardar.'

Suddenly, the woman becomes a little uncomfortable and blushes. 'I'm sorry,' she says, 'I shouldn't be discussing this with you. I don't even know your name!'

' Venkatraman !' the man blurts out. ' Venkatraman Mukherjee ! But all my friends call me Joginder Singh

Peanuts!!!

A tour bus driver is driving with a bus load of seniors down a highway when he is tapped on his shoulder by a little old lady.

She offers him a handful of peanuts, which he gratefully munches up.

After about 15 minutes, she taps him on his shoulder again and she hands him another handful of peanuts.

She repeats this gesture about five more times.

When she is about to hand him another batch again he asks the little old lady - "Why don't you eat the peanuts yourself?".

"We can't chew them because we've no teeth", she replied.

The puzzled driver asks - "Why do you buy them then?"

The old lady replied - "We just love the chocolate around them."

Art of Living in My Life!


I would like to share my experience of being with Art of Living. Being practical in nature. I do not accept friend of mine Lanka Deepak who was insisting me to do Art of Living course from one year but I never bothered to think about it. It is only when one of my close friend who is Doctor told me that do not waste your time & do the course immediately. Since I know Doctor as good friend so I taken his advice and registered for YES+ Course.

It is 5 days course - 4 hrs each day. I had wonderful experience in just 1 day which I cannot express here. They teach Sudershan Kriya which is just amazing. This course is not about particular religion but about Perfect Health Solution. Kriya helps you in many ways like keeping your mind calm , Control the emotions, blood Pressure & much more. I told my wife to join the course even our child Krishnasri was 3 months old. I will join my wife for course so that I can take care of child when she is doing Sudershan Kriya [ Breathing Technique which last for 30- 50 min ]. I had heard so many such experience of people who had done the course.

It is very surprising how Jus one day can change your life – if you allow them to. And I wonder what will happen to me after completing the course.

That was the first lesson we learnt there – everything in the world is only a matter of choice. I could either have paid money for the course and fooled around during it or have had fun learning everything that they had to offer. And I felt they offered so much!

It started out very funnily with a number of ridiculous jumping about exercises and the silliest dances anyone could find. And off course the weird way of introducing yourself. I wondered then if the whole thing was a farce. We were then taught the Suryanamaskar. I totally loved this. We practiced it around 20 times(I cursed the teachr like anything for the first day as it was very heavy for me to do, I know I am obese). It is supposed to work wonders on every part of your body if practiced daily for at least 20 times. I took a oath to practice it daily. The best part about it is that you don’t have to be a gymnast or even very nimble to do it, all it requires is a little patience to learn. We were then asked to stop our romping about and to rest. “Close your eyes and feel the movements and the energy flow within your body.”

We were asked to rest in a meditative position to perceive these sensations – with surprising results! It’s not only the feeling that has stopped its rush throughout your body, it is as if your body is whispering secrets to you, asking you to slow down and enjoy it as a part of yourself. How symbolic this is for an observer – the entire course was built on that very skeleton, that very framework, of asking every individual of the society to be able to find their quiet space within themselves, to be able to recognize oneself easier and understand one’s needs better – all of this aiming towards the goal of building a calmer society with peace loving, sane and well-rounded individuals.

We got ready then for a round of meditative breathing- the Pranayama. For this, we assumed the Vajrasana position(I hate this position because it pains my legs). In the same position, we also practiced the Bhastrika. Both the exercises allowed us to dispense with all of our day-to-day tensions and concentrate on what was going on around us. This was the last time that we practiced Vajrasana and I liked it. I was looking around for Lanka Deepak to kick him for bringing me to such a place where I have to undergo lot of physical strain and spoil my dress. (White shirt I liked the most). But at the end of the course I felt like a new person within myself and I thank Deepak for introducing me to such a wonderful act.

After we got into this mood, we were taught the Sudarshan Kriya, a method of meditation evolved by His Holiness Sri Sri Ravi Shankar. It was a method guaranteed to teach us the art and importance of silence. And how! We did this for more an hour, at the end of which I fell unconscious. I was really scared but when I looked around, I noticed that almost everyone had done that. I felt the vibrations in my mind, body and everywhere.

More importantly, when we got up finally to go home, I felt as if my body was floating above it. Many people had the same feeling. Indeed, some people had difficulty walking. But I should also tell you that I felt very very hungry after this Kriya and could not stop myself from over eating. Deepak took me to Sangeetha restaurant in Adayar. I took a north Indian meals and finished it in no time. I reached home around 11.30pm and I was talking to everyone till 3 in the morning. They said I look like a new person and the confidence in my voice increased. I was loud and clear. I gained lot of energy and I did not know what to do with it. I think I went on talking about various things to my roomies until I felt asleep. And before I was asleep I was dying to take another dose of AOL advanced course. This feelign is more than alchocol and tobaccoo. Believe me life is amazing and my life is smiling at me.. i can feel it..This is the experience with me for last one month and i believe for my life time.


Best regards,
Prayaga Purushotham

Friday, June 26, 2009

7 Principles Of An Eagle

I have not been blogging for quite a sometime due to various reasons. But after a while I felt that I should be on track and also it makes my duty to share some good knowldege and inforamtion with you all. Especially the article below is one of the best of it's kind of comparign an eagle with a human being's attitude. Please goahead and read it. I thank my dear friend Mr. MVR Phani Kiran for sharing such wonderful informtion with me. For an employee, working in the corporate world at executive salary and dealing with work stress makes it difficult to spend quality time with his family. It’s very disappointing when his own child doesn’t feel the need for him just because he was so busy with work and unable to give sufficient time to his family. If you are such an employee, you must vow to find a solution to the income and lifestyle balance. When your kids ask for something, you can only answer, “Just coming in a while,” but not really be present at once. This is just a example. I myself is still wandering in this silicon world in search of solutions for many issues like this. So whenever i see or hear or read an article i feel the pleasure in sharing with you all. Happy Reading.

7 Principles Of An Eagle

PRINCIPLE 1

Eagles fly alone at high altitude and not with sparrows or other small birds. No other bird can go to the height of the eagle. Stay away from sparrows and ravens.

Eagles fly with Eagles

PRINCIPLE 2
Eagles have strong vision. They have the ability to focus on something up To five kilometers away. When an eagle sites his prey, he narrows his focus on it and set out to get it. No matter the obstacles, the eagle will not move his focus from the prey until he grabs it.

Have a vision and remain focused no matter what the obstacle and you will succeed.

PRINCIPLE 3
Eagles do not eat dead things. They feed only on fresh prey. Vultures eat dead animals, but eagles will not.

Be careful with what you feed your eyes and ears with, especially in movies
and on TV. Steer clear of outdated and old information.
Always do your research well.

PRINCIPLE 4
Eagles love the storm. When clouds gather, the eagles get excited. The Eagle uses the storm’s wind to lift it higher. Once it finds the wind of the storm, the eagles uses the raging storm to lift him above the clouds. This gives the eagle an opportunity to glide and rest its wings. In the meantime, all the other birds hide in the leaves and branches of the trees.

We can use the storms of life to rise to greater heights. Achievers relish challenges and use them profitably.

PRINCIPLE 5
The Eagle tests before it trusts. When a female eagle meets a male and they want to mate, she flies down to earth with the male pursuing her and she picks a twig. She flies back into the air with the male pursuing her. Once she has reached a height high enough for her, she lets the twig fall To the ground and watches it as it falls. The male chases after the twig. The faster it falls, the faster he chases it. He has to catch it before it falls to the ground. He then brings it back to the female eagle. The female eagle grabs the twig and flies to a higher altitude and then drops the twig for the male to chase. This goes on for hours, with the height increasing until the female eagle is assured that the male eagle has mastered the art of catching the twig which shows commitment. Then and only then, will she allow him to mate with her.

Whether in private life or in business, one should test commitment of
People intended for partnership.

PRINCIPLE 6
When ready to lay eggs, the female and male eagle identify a place very High on a cliff where no predators can reach. The male flies to earth and picks thorns and lays them on the crevice of the cliff, then flies to earth again to collect twigs which he lays in the intended nest. He flies back to earth and picks thorns laying them on top of the twigs. He flies back to earth and picks soft grass to cover the thorns. When this first layering is complete the male eagle runs back to earth and picks more thorns, lays them on the nest; runs back to get grass it on top of the thorns, then plucks his feathers to complete the nest. The thorns on the outside of the nest protect it from possible intruders. Both male and female eagles participate in raising the eagle family. She lays the eggs and protects them; he builds the nest and hunts. During the time of training the young ones to fly, the mother eagle throws the eaglets out of the nest. Because they are scared, they jump into the nest again. Next, she throws them out and then takes off the soft layers of the nest, leaving the thorns bare When the scared eaglets again jump into the nest, they are pricked by thorns. Shrieking and bleeding they jump out again this time wondering why the mother and father who love them so much are torturing them. Next, mother eagle pushes them off the cliff into the air. As they shriek in fear, father eagle flies out and catches them up on his back before they fall and brings them back to the cliff. This goes on for some time until they start flapping their wings. They get excited at this newfound knowledge that they can fly. The preparation of the nest teaches us to prepare for changes; The preparation for the family teaches us that active participation of both partners leads to success; The being pricked by the thorns tells us that sometimes being too comfortable where we are may result into our not experiencing life, not progressing and not learning at all. The thorns of life come to teach us that we need to grow, get out of the nest and live on. We may not know it but the seemingly comfortable and safe haven may have thorns.

The people who love us do not let us languish in sloth but push us hard to grow and prosper. Even in their seemingly bad actions they have good intentions for us.

PRINCIPLE 7
When an Eagle grows old, his feathers become weak and cannot take him as fast as he should. When he feels weak and about to die, he retires to a place far away in the rocks. While there, he plucks out every feather on his body until he is completely bare. He stays in this hiding place until he has grown new feathers, then he can come out.

We occasionally need to shed off old habits & items that burden us without adding to our lives. There are no shortcuts to any place worth going.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

How Poor Are we??

One day a father and his rich family took his son to a trip to the country with the firm purpose to show him how poor people can be. They spent a day and a night in the farm of a very poor family. When they got back from their trip the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"

"Very good Dad!" replied his son.

"Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked.

"Yeah!"

"And what did you learn?"

The son answered, "I saw that we have a dog at home, and they have four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden; they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lamps in the garden; they have the stars. Our patio reaches to the front yard, they have a whole horizon." When the little boy was finishing, his father was speechless.

His son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are!"

Our outlook on life depends on the way you look at things. What others may think as riches, others may want.

The most important things in life are your friends, family, health, good humor and a positive attitude towards life. If you have these then you have everything!

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Which was Better ..... Former or Latter?

Dad used to give us a measly Rs. 500/- per month, in that we were not only able to eat stomachs fill, but we were able to save too!!! Now we earn a sum of 20K+, we have no idea where it goes, let alone saving it!!
Which was better, the former or the latter???

6 subjects per year, 6 different teachers! One project since we joined and just one manager!!
Which was better, the former or the latter???

We used to make notes; we used to study for ranks!! Now we scan thru our mails; we struggle for our ratings!!!
Which was better, the former or the latter???

We have still not forgotten the people in the next section!!! Now we don't even know who sits in the next cubicle!!!
Which was better, the former or the latter???

After getting back from a tiring play, we used to do our home work!! Now who knows/cares about home; all we do is just work!!!
Which was better, the former or the latter???

We knew our history and economics!! Now let alone reading books, we don't even catch up with the daily news!!!
Which was better, the former or the latter???

We had an aim in life; behind our backs we had our teachers!! Now we have no idea about the future nor do we find any one who would tell us anything!!! Now just ask yourself,
which was better, the former or the latter????

True value of parents...

An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window. The Father asked his Son, "What is this?"

The Son replied "It is a crow".

After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, "What is this?" The Son said "Father, I have just now told you "It's a crow". After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, What is this?"

At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son's tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. "It's a crow, a crow". A little after,
the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, "What is this?"

This time the Son shouted at his Father, "Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times 'IT IS A CROW'. Are you not able to understand this?" A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page.

When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :- "Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time h e asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child". While the little child asked him 23 times "What is this", the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.

So..

If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and kind to them. Be considerate to your parents. From today say this aloud, "I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I.”

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Heights of Innocence

This is the cutest story i have ever read....

Two little boys, ages 8 and 10, are extremely mischievous. They are always getting into trouble and their parents know all about it. If any mischief occurs in their town, the two boys are probably Involved.

The boys' mother heard that a preacher in town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys. The preacher agreed, but he asked to see them
individually.

So the mother sent the 8 year old first, in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the afternoon.

The preacher, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly,

"Do you know where God is, son?"

The boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open.

So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone,
"Where is God?!"

Again, the boy made no attempt to answer. The preacher raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face and
bellowed,

"Where is God?!"

The boy screamed and bolted from the room, ran directly home and dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him.

When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, "what
happened?"

The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, "We are in BIG trouble this time.

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("I just LOVE reading next line again and again")

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GOD is missing, and they think we did it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

The Empty Jar And 2 Cups of Coffee

The Empty Jar And 2 Cups of Coffee

When things in your life seem, Almost too much to handle, When 24 Hours in a day is not enough, Remember the story of the empty jar and 2 cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.

When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students, If the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.

He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls.

He then asked The students again If the jar was full..
They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.

He asked once more if the jar was full.

The students responded with an unanimous 'yes.'

The professor then produced Two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents Into the jar, effectively
Filling the Empty space between the sand.

The students laughed!!!

'Now,' said the professor, As the laughter subsided,

'I want you to recognize that This jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the important things - God, family, children, health, friends, and favorite passions – things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, Your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter Like your job, house, and car.

The sand is everything else -- The small stuff.

'If you put the sand into the jar first,' He continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.

The same goes for life.

If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

So...

Pay attention to the things That are critical to your happiness.

Play With your children.

Take time to get medical checkups.

Take your partner out to dinner.

There will always be time

To clean the house and fix the disposal.

'Take care of the golf balls first -- The things that really matter.

Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled.

'I'm glad you asked'.

It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a cup of coffee with a friend.'

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

One Bedroom Flat!

I am very found of books and movies. I am also found of good articles and write ups. I keep getting mails from friends, collegues and family members. One among my colleuges is Mr.Kiran who keep forwarding me a quality of mails and he always maintains his bench mark. The below article is a part of his mails and i am thankful to him for sharing such wonderful write up and I expect more such articles from him.

This article is written by an Indian Software Engineer and after reading I felt the necessity of sharing with you all. Here we go…

I bet it’s worth reading

As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in Software Engineering and joined a company based in USA, the land of braves and opportunity. When I arrived in the USA, it was as if a dream had come true.

Here at last I was in the place where I want to be. I decided I would be staying in this country for about Five years in which time I would have earned enough money to settle down in India.

My father was a government employee and after his retirement, the only asset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom flat..

I wanted to do something more than him. I started feeling homesick and lonely as the time passed. I used to call home and speak to my parents every week using cheap international phone
cards. Two years passed, two years of Burgers at McDonald's and pizzas and discos and 2 years watching the foreign exchange rate getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down.

Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents that I have only 10 days of holidays and everything must be done within these 10 days. I got my ticket booked in the cheapest flight.
Was jubilant and was actually enjoying hopping for gifts for all my friends back home. If I miss anyone then there will be talks. After reaching home I spent home one week going through
all the photographs of girls and as the time was getting shorter I was forced to select one candidate.

In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get married in 2-3 days, as I will not get anymore holidays. After the marriage, it was time to return to USA, after giving some
money to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after them, we returned to USA.

My wife enjoyed this country for about two months and then she started feeling lonely. The frequency of calling India increased to twice in a week sometimes 3 times a week. Our
savings started diminishing.
After two more years we started to have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and a girl, were gifted to us
by the almighty. Every time I spoke to my parents, they asked me to come to India so that they can see their grand-children.

Every year I decide to go to India… But part work part monetary conditions prevented it. Years went by and visiting India was a distant dream. Then suddenly one day I got a message that my parents were seriously sick.. I tried but I couldn't get any holidays and thus could not go to India ...
The next message I got was my parents had passed away and as there was no one to do the last rites the society members had done whatever they could.. I was depressed. My parents had passed away without seeing their grand children.

After couple more years passed away, much to my children's dislike and my wife's joy we returned to India to settle down. I started to look for a suitable property, but to my dismay my savings were short and the property prices had gone up during all these years. I had to return to the USA...

My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to stay in India.... My 2 children and I returned to USA after promising my wife I would be back for good after two years.

Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married to an American and my son was happy living in USA... I decided that had enough and wound-up everything and returned to India... I had just enough money to buy a decent 02 bedroom flat in a well-developed locality.

Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out of the flat is for the routine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife has also left me and gone to the holy abode.

Sometimes

I wondered was it worth all this? My father, even after staying in India, Had a house to his name and I too have the same nothing more.

I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BEDROOM.

Looking out from the window I see a lot of children dancing. This damned cable TV has spoiled our new generation and these children are losing their values and culture because of it. I get occasional cards from my children asking I am alright. Well at least they remember me.

Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors again who will be performing my last rights, God Bless them.

But the question still remains 'was all this worth it?'

I am still searching for an answer...... ......... ..!!!

START THINKING

IS IT JUST FOR ONE EXTRA BEDROOM???

LIFE IS BEYOND THIS …...DON'T JUST LEAVE YOUR LIFE ……..
START LIVING IT …….
LIVE IT AS YOU WANT IT TO BE……

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Acers of Diamonds


There was a farmer in Africa who was happy and content. He was happy because he was content. He was content because he was happy. One day a wise man came to him and told him about the glory of diamonds and the power that goes along with them. The wise man said, "If you had a diamond the size of your thumb, you could have your own city. If you had a diamond the size of your fist, you could probably own your own country." And then he went away. That night the farmer couldn't sleep. He was unhappy and he was discontent. He was unhappy because he was discontent and discontent because he was unhappy.

The next morning he made arrangements to sell off his farm, took care of his family and went in search of diamonds. He looked all over Africa and couldn't find any. He looked all through Europe and couldn't find any. When he got to Spain, he was emotionally, physically and financially broke. He got so disheartened that he threw himself into the Barcelona River and committed suicide.

Back home, the person who had bought his farm was watering the camels at a stream that ran through the farm. Across the stream, the rays of the morning sun hit a stone and made it sparkle like a rainbow. He thought it would look good on the mantel piece. He picked up the stone and put it in the living room.

That afternoon the wise man came and saw the stone sparkling.. He asked, "Is Hafiz back?" The new owner said, "No, why do you ask?" The wise man said, "Because that is a diamond. I recognize one when I see one." The man said, no, that's just a stone I picked up from the stream. Come, I'll show you.

There are many more." They went and picked some samples and sent them for analysis. Sure enough, the stones were diamonds. They found that the farm was indeed covered with acres and acres of diamonds.*

What is the moral of this story? There are five morals:

1. When our attitude is right, we realize that we are all walking on acres and acres of diamonds. Opportunity is always under our feet. We don't have to go anywhere. All we need to do is recognize it.
2. The grass on the other side always looks greener.
3. While we are dyeing the grass on the other side, there are others who are dyeing the grass on our side. They would be happy to trade places with us.
4. When people don't know how to recognize opportunity, they complain of noise when it knocks.
5. The same opportunity never knocks twice. The next one may be better or worse, but it is never the same one.

Monday, March 30, 2009

God's Coffee

This article had come in a mail today and I felt that there is a necessity to share with you all.

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.
When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said:

"If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink.
What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each other's cups.

Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of Life we live.

Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us."

God brews the coffee, not the cups.......... Enjoy your coffee!

"The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything."


Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

True Color of Happiness

Though It is very difficult to create a generic template to define happiness, I am giving a try to write something about it. This definition of happiness varies from person to person depending on their own perceptions. Happiness, pleasure or joy is the emotional state of being happy. The definition of happiness is one of the greatest philosophical quandaries. Proposed definitions include freedom from want and distress, consciousness of the good order of things, assurance of one's place in the universe or society, inner peace, and so forth. More generally, though, it can be defined as the state which humans and other animals are behaviorally driven towards, to counter external forces which would otherwise lead to unhappiness (and presumably eventual death). Associated emotions include joy, exultation, delight, bliss, and love. Antonyms include suffering, sadness, grief, and pain. The term pleasure (like its opposite pain) is often used to specifically indicate localized, physical sensations, while happiness is sometimes used to refer specifically to a long-term, inner feeling.

True happiness is such a rare commodity that the whole of the world is continuously seeking it and failing to find it. All the people, who we consider to be the best in their fields, are seeking it too and failing to acquire it. The most brilliant of the scientists, the most gifted of artists, the most talented of poets and authors, the wealthiest businessmen, the most powerful rulers, the greatest achievers in any field - all of them have been striving for it all their lives and failed to have it. Why is happiness such an elusive thing? Is it that it cannot simply be achieved? Or is it that it is not where all of us have been looking for it?

If you pause to give it a thought it is very easy to see that somehow we have all been missing the point. It is either that we have all been looking for happiness at the wrong places or that it is simply not possible to achieve happiness. The answer is not very easy. But it is obvious that if the whole of the humanity has been trying to find something throughout the history and failing to acquire it then something must be very wrong about the concept we have of happiness.

Let us try to delve a bit deeper. What is it that we consider happiness? This is how I see it:

Happiness is what you feel when what you want to happen happens.

And if this definition of happiness is correct then we can conclude that unhappiness is what we feel when what we want to happen does not happen.

These definitions look obvious enough but for the most of the people they are not. At least not so clearly defined in their minds. It would therefore be better if we stop to ponder over these definitions.

How can we achieve happiness?
We must realize that for most of the problems, the solutions are often simple and obvious enough if one understands the problem clearly. Even more surprising is the fact that the solutions mostly lie in the problem itself. It is true in the case of happiness too.

Let us consider the above definition carefully. The main keyword in the definition is "want". The whole trouble starts when we want something. Every moment of our lives we keep on wanting something or the other. If we could make a list of all the things we want in our lives since childhood to death, including trivial as well as very important, all the paper in the world perhaps would not be enough for this purpose. Only a small percentage of all our wishes is fulfilled in spite of all our endeavors. The percentage of wishes, which remain unfulfilled, keeps on growing with time. As a result, as we grow older, we become more and more unhappy. We grow tired of life. The blessings, which our lives and the whole existence keep showering upon us, gradually lose their charm. The frustration, of failing to fulfill most of our wishes, sets in. We start feeling weighed down. The feeling that the whole life is somehow conspiring to keep us unhappy grows. Life becomes full of miseries. We keep stumbling from one failure to another.

The solution, then is very obvious. We must explore the possibility of a life of no desires or minimum desires. Desire is a seed which grows fruits of unhappiness. Actually the trouble is that we demand too much. We keep on demanding incessantly. It seems that we do nothing else but keep producing desires and then keep struggling to fulfill them. The only solution to this problem is to break out of this cycle of desires and struggles. If one does not desire anything, he has no chance of getting unhappy due to failure in fulfilling his desire.

One may argue that a life of no desires will be bereft of pleasures. That it will become colorless and dull. But this premise is not true.

Firstly, we must realize that the world does not and cannot function as per our whims and fancies. We are too insignificant in the scheme of the existence. We can have control only over our desires and not on the factors necessary to fulfill them. During winter, we may desire that the sun shines a bit more in the sky but sun has no obligation to behave as per our desires. We may desire that every other human being around us acts in such a way that his acts do not hurt us at all and only make us happy, but the other person has his own desires and compulsions and he will act accordingly. We may desire that whenever we ask for something we get it, but the person or the force who has the power to grant our wishes may not wish to do so or may not be able to do so because of his or its own compulsions. Are we ourselves always willing or able to fulfill the demands of others around us? If not, then how can we hope that our demands must always be fulfilled. In fact if we pause to consider it carefully then it will become obvious that there always is more probability of our desires not getting fulfilled. Then why keep desiring constantly and exposing ourselves to unhappiness?

Secondly, it is a blunder on our part that we consider happiness and pleasure to be the same. They are not same. Pleasure is there all around us for the taking. Since we have become obsessed with our desires we have ceased to notice sources of pleasure and as a consequence fail to grab it when it is available. Pleasure is the essence which we extract from things we have. We may desire to visit the most beautiful sea beach in the world. When we are finally able to make it to that beach we feel happy. This happiness is the consequence of the fulfillment of our desire. But when we look at the waves rushing towards us, at the golden sand spread over a large area, the wind on our faces, the riot of colors in the sky while sun is setting or rising, the feel of sea water on our skin, what we feel is pleasure. To derive pleasure it is not at all necessary to desire. When we pass along the green fields while traveling, we do feel pleasure looking at them though we had not specifically "desired" to see them. When we look at anything beautiful we feel pleasure. Pleasure is always around us without our asking for it. It is not a consequence of our ambitions and endeavors. It is simply waiting all around for us to pause and pay attention. It is only that we are always so obsessed with our desires and wishes and the struggle to fulfill them that we have forgotten how to pleasure ourselves. Almost all of the time we live inside our minds, either making plans to fulfill our present desires or ruing the desires which could not be fulfilled and in this process miss out all the pleasures lying all around us.

Thirdly, We do derive pleasure when our desires are fulfilled but for every desire fulfilled there are numerous others that remain unfulfilled. We have to consider carefully whether we are not paying too high a price, in terms of all the frustrations we experience as a result of failures, for a few fulfilled desires. If the answer is yes, then the conclusion is obvious.

Actually, happiness and unhappiness are two sides of the same coin. They are part of the same package. If one asks for one he leaves himself susceptible to the other. The desire for happiness is like asking only for the light and not for darkness. But there is not much difference between light and darkness. It is matter of degree only. We choose and therefore get disappointed. What we should do is only look for the pleasures all around us. Whatever comes our way we should try to extract all the pleasure possible from it.

If we delve still deeper, we will realize that it is not really happiness which we should seek. We should try to avoid unhappiness. When we achieve something, the payoff is not as great as the pain we suffer if we fail to achieve it. It is this pain of failure, pain of frustrated desires which is of greater significance to us. It is actually like good health. One can only define health as an absence of diseases. In order to have good health we strive to avoid diseases. You cannot purchase or achieve good health directly. You have to take steps which keep your body free of diseases. Then only the organs of body keep functioning properly and you experience good health. Similarly, when one destroys the root cause of unhappiness the problems are over. And the root cause of all our unhappiness is DESIRE.

If one can stop desiring, if one can take life as it comes, Then only one can be free of unhappiness.