If we consider a snake, over time, it gets a new skin, and its old skin dies. Its not easy for the snake to get rid of the old skin. It has to wriggle through rocks and narrow spaces and put in considerable effort to get rid of the old skin. Its quite uncomfortable – a biological process called molting.
If the snake’s skin is a metaphor for the habit patterns of our mind, a human being may hardly ever molt. (more…)
Bangalore — Sanjay Mysoremutt, 36, died Thursday, June 2, 2011 at Bangalore. He leaves among others, his almost 4 year old jovial son, his affectionate wife, his caring mother and sister, family around the globe and many wonderful friends. He was, arguably not to an unreasonable extent, a gluttonous, slothful, inconsiderate, indifferent, professionally complacent, hypocritical, self-centered fellow, driven by an incessant need for attention and self-gratification. Finally, the miserable bastard kicked the bucket, good riddance! 😉
On June 3rd, some fellow was born and by a wild coincidence had a striking resemblance to the same late Sanjay. Though somewhat over the hill aged 36 to start with, and still haunted by the ghost of his previous existence. there appeared to be remote possibilities that he’s a somewhat better version with a few bug-fixes. He is (relatively) more deeply committed to living an uncluttered, contributive life true to his own heart, and to the pursuit of happiness defined by the harmony of what one thinks, says and does.
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Ha ha I hope I haven’t sounded too callous about myself – on the contrary I love life and myself – selfishness, slothfulness and all. I more or less consider myself and each person on the planet, as some internet video had said – ‘perfectly imperfect’ 🙂 However I do wish it was so easy to die each day and be born fresh the next day. I’ve found that a minimum of once a year is a very worthwhile, invaluable consideration!
Yesterday evening’s rain was phenomenal – they were the strongest winds I’d ever seen. From our 10th floor the view of the neighbouring building looked like a waterfall, with water flowing horizontally, it was an amazing sight!
I had closed our window because the water usually comes in through it, but I had not known that my wife had opened them later again so that my office gets some fresh air. So later after we were down enjoying the view of the rain and dancing in the balcony with our son, I returned to my office and let out a shout! One of my office laptops (Acer Aspire 5520) was soaked!
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Forwarded by Suresh Panje. One of the most beautiful stories I’ve ever heard in my life.
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One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.
Prashanth’s photoblog Payaniga is usually pretty good and I’ve often used the monthly calendar wallpapers that he shares. But this particular picture simply left me breathless… 8)
UG‘s quote comes to mind…
If you have the courage to touch life for the first time, you will never know what hit you. Everything man has thought, felt and experienced is gone, and nothing is put in its place.
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I watched the gorilla’s eyes again, wise and knowing eyes, and wondered about this business of trying to teach apes language. Our language. Why? There are many members of our own species who live in and with the forest and know it and understand it. We don’t listen to them. What is there to suggest we would listen to anything an ape could tell us? Or that it would be able to tell us of its life in a language that hasn’t been born of that life? I thought, maybe it is not that they have yet to gain a language, it is that we have lost one.
Remind me in a way of UG (only in a way, UG was & is unimaginably unique 🙂 )… esp this one…
We are not an endangered species ourselves yet, but this is not for lack of trying.
Well known saying that “Love is blind”
Today I came across a quote so uplifting that it simply took my breath away… Though I felt I should avoid writing about meditation any more as I’m too much of an irregular novice, I could not help sharing this quote here 🙂
(More about it the reader is free to find on google)
Love alone is blind;
meditation gives it eyes.
Meditation gives it understanding.
And once your love is both love and meditation,
you become fellow travelers.
Then it is no longer an ordinary relationship.
Then it becomes a friendliness on the path
towards discovering the mysteries of life.
Many times I find it quite hard to get out of a cocoon of what is well-known, and look at something new. I want to cling tightly to whatever I know as safety and security, without ever wanting to LET GO!! 😈
I hope this photo serves as a reminder that only a very few courageous people attain to Happiness, because only a few people risk all for it.
With one of my friends, sometimes after we’ve had a good conversation, I feel that my heart feels so light and unburdened. In fact some conversations are so absoulutely fulfilling that I become so happy at the end of it, irrespective of any outcome (or lack of it) of the conversation!
How come this happens? Then it hit me that she isn’t so full of herself that she lacks the patience to listen to me completely.
Then it hit me and I rediscovered the same old thing again – that when I’m listening to someone without being so full of myself – my own thoughts and misinterpretations and opinions and distractions – then I can become a good listener.
PS: Btw this particular friend happens to be my wife and hence the emphasis on ‘sometimes’ 😉
Socrates had said that, and that’s probably the only one thing I for sure about myself as well, and least of all I want to have any intellectual knowledge about God. Its always been hard to explain to anyone why I avoid using the word ‘God’ or saying anything even remotely religious or abstract as far as possible. Some have even mistaken me to be an aethist (for me aethism is just another set of opinions). But I don’t want to just end up becoming a kind of person Meister Eckhart had spoken about:
Some people want to see God with their eyes as they see a cow, and to love him as they love their cow – for the milk and cheese and profit it brings them. This is how it is with people who love God for the sake of outward wealth or inward comfort.
Recently came across a quote by Buddha printed at the bottom of a notebook:
Our theories of the eternal are as valuable as are
those which a chick which has not broken its way
through its shell might form of the outside world.
This came even closer to what was in my heart for which I’d so far been unable to find any words.
Of what value are my opinions and beliefs? Everything that I can rationalise are within the limits of my thinking process. My opinions would only serve as a hinderance! That’s why as far as God is concerned, I simply want to kill all my beliefs and join the murderer’s club! 
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PS: I hope to learn from my baby son to be innocent like him. An innocent man of course does not mean he to be naive and vulnerable, but more of never taking anything for granted but always learning as if the whole world is fresh and new!