tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56084038523948609692024-03-13T20:25:08.800-07:00Chit ChatAfter all is said and done, more is said than done!!!popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.comBlogger125125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-89052011206940220882021-07-09T23:55:00.002-07:002021-07-10T02:07:08.005-07:00Awakening<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Reflecting
on life, it dawned on me, that I was never a part of the rat race. I wasn’t
affected by success/failure versus that of my peers at school and at work.
Little did I realize that my true-self was always at play, in my physical body
and mind. I was oblivious to the fact that I was spiritually awakened since
childhood. It is only recently that I was exposed to the teachings of
<b><i>“awakening to the absolute”</i></b>, but as it always is, <b><i>consciousness, love,
awareness - the witness, is all there is!</i></b> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Segoe UI Emoji",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Segoe UI Emoji";">😊</span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p></p>popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-34857768677472993412020-01-08T01:03:00.000-08:002020-01-08T01:05:44.110-08:00Atman is Brahman = I AM<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
All scriptures convey the same: that “I AM God” and the infinite consciousness and I are one.<br />
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In the Hindu scriptures it is said that “Atman is Brahman” (from the Upanishads - spiritual texts that are a part of the Vedas)<br />
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Atman: Self/Soul (I)<br />
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Brahman: Universal Soul/Consciousness/Ultimate Reality/Source<br />
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So “Atman is Brahman” means “I AM Consciousness/God/Source”.<br />
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Salvation:<br />
“Union of the individual soul with the Universal Soul/Consciousness/Source/God” (considered to occur when one ceases to exist in one’s body).<br />
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After learning Neville, I understand that when I go within, imagine and ignore the external reality we unite with infinite consciousness/source and not necessarily only after I transition from this body.<br />
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Moksha (Nirvana/when the Promise is fulfilled): is liberation from maya (illusion/shadow world) and the experience of the Brahman (consciousness).<br />
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Neville believed he won’t be born in the 3D world again as the promised had been fulfilled.<br />
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Aakir kaar “Sab Moh Maya hai” means “every thing is an illusion”.</div>
popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-6077071797814757312017-08-23T06:21:00.000-07:002017-08-23T06:23:08.248-07:00Wg.Cdr.Srinivasa Kannan - The Irreplacable Man in My Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The man to whom I owe my very existence,<br />
has transitioned from the physical;<br />
This too shall NEVER pass;<br />
The void can NEVER EVER be filled;<br />
My Biggest Hero Ever; My <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omar_Sharif" target="_blank">Omar Sharif</a>;<br />
My Soldier; My Fighter;<br />
My Air Warrior; My Role Model;<br />
My Guide; My Inspiration (to life);<br />
I'm ever indebted and grateful for all that you had taught me; <br />
And all the strength that you transferred to me as you passed;<br />
My love, pride and respect for you, is eternal.<br />
Your call sign ("Lord"), was more than appropriate to your personality;<br />
while you were a true soldier who fought and WON EVERY battle, to it's logical end.<br />
It will remain my PERMANENT desire that you ALWAYS be the reason for my creation,<br />
in whatever life form, if ever, when ever and where ever.<br />
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Pa - I love you and miss you like crazy, and I know you are resting in peace as you look at me from up there and smile. <br />
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#itsalreadybeenamonth</div>
popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-3012943120340002922017-01-21T06:35:00.001-08:002017-01-21T06:35:15.285-08:00Source Energy (Aathma) as You and Me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The universe is as beautiful as the creatures that entail it. We the creatures - a physical extension of source (aathma), love each other as source.<br />
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Life in this physical form is unpredictable, and while I am unaware as to when I will transition in to source, I wana tell you that neither you or I are bad, it is the environment, and our thoughts, that drive our feelings and thus our actions. While staying away, may be the path of least resistance, for both of us, I must say, I have no regrets, complaints, grudge or ill-feeling towards thou.<br />
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Life is too short and not worth being miserable, manipulative, revengeful or venomous. To love and embrace all, is my conscious, constant and continuous endeavor!</div>
popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-71974130485247367972016-09-11T09:08:00.000-07:002016-09-11T18:33:29.250-07:00The Feeling Place and my Inner Being<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Who determines how I feel? No other has the power to influence how I feel (no matter the situation), except me. When I blame another for how I feel, it is my personal battle and has nothing to do with the other.<br />
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For instance, the loss (transition from the physical) of a loved one, makes me feel miserable not for the other but for myself because of the fact that the other is no longer going to be physically around me. It is my battle with my inner being.<br />
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My relationship with my inner being is all that matters. The better I feel, the closer I am to myself (Source/Inner Being), as source sees everything and everyone from a place of love. Others are a reflection of how I am vibrating towards them.<br />
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I am energy and an extension of source, in physical form. Some call it source energy, some god, some a supernatural power - it is all the same!<br />
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For those who don't understand or believe that every particle in this universe is made up of energy, the theory - '<i>You don't give another the power to determine how you feel</i>', may make sense.<br />
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In totality, how I feel is up to me and NOT you, thus allowing me to create a great life experience (of love, happiness, joy and bliss), for myself!!!<br />
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popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-36274248525194480862016-06-28T10:29:00.004-07:002016-06-28T10:45:57.898-07:00The Ocean and Workings of a Crush<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As I sat facing the ocean, as still and calm as could be, this is what the waves and a crush did to me (a 12th grader). I just can't remember the remaining of my first attempt, at writing! :(<br />
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<h4 style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-style: italic;">"Sitting by the shore on this moonlit night</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Nothing comes to my mind but for you..."</span></h4>
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popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-15760429246478177312016-06-01T07:56:00.000-07:002016-06-01T07:56:38.521-07:00Love, Life and Irony<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Eternal beauty is to love,<br />
Irony is to be unable to express love,<br />
Survival is to be able to be amorphous!<br />
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popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-45768922392036772292015-09-19T16:51:00.000-07:002015-12-09T19:51:34.027-08:00Let not silence keep you lingering...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>"I waited and waited for minutes, for hours, for days, but all I had was silence and with the absence of your words, I took it as an answer."</i><br />
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This is so true. Silence, a subtle and yet strong form of communication to many - the arrogant, confused, anxious and the patient!</div>
popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-59784288280890643942012-06-23T04:54:00.001-07:002012-06-23T04:59:31.448-07:00Onliest<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
While they say... <i>"I come alone and go alone, why can't I live alone?" </i>Reality is a paradox -<i> <br />'good or bad', I am on my own and so are you!</i><br />
<br /></div>popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-3493716060303761532012-06-07T03:25:00.001-07:002013-08-14T00:32:06.207-07:00High Tide, Low Tide, Time and Tide<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>A wave was he who came by and swept her off her feet, </i><br />
<i>as she stood by the shore staring at the horizon.</i><br />
<i>She swayed along amid the tempestuous tides of life, </i><br />
<i>falling here and rising there.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>A wave was he who picked her up time and again,</i><br />
<i>from the trough, down below.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Rise and fall did she until he the wave cast her ashore,</i><br />
<i>lest she think this is for eternity.</i><br />
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<i>She lay there dazed, wondering if ever she'd encounter another </i><br />
<i>wave like thee!</i></div>
popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-23481676882592102562012-05-24T20:05:00.001-07:002012-05-24T20:11:04.460-07:00Life's faces<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A man,<br />
A son,<br />
A brother,<br />
A partner,<br />
A father,<br />
A friend,<br />
An employee/employer,<br />
Varied roles...<br />
<br />
A face for society,<br />
A face for family,<br />
A face for a partner,<br />
A face for a friend,<br />
A face for colleagues,<br />
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A face for yourself,<br />
A face in the mirror?<br />
Varied faces...<br />
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Faces for the phase called LIFE?<br />
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Who is the true man (you) ? Is this about balancing or performance?</div>popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-21305254051796365502012-02-06T00:07:00.000-08:002012-02-06T00:11:42.454-08:00The bugs that bug me...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Bugs (usually irritating and unwanted creatures) all around me, in different shapes and sizes. Bugs in the garden, in code (the sorts that can be detected and corrected), ones that I can live with and one’s that I can deal with at work, and those that I don’t want to deal with but have no choice. Don’t they all cause me stress? ‘Bugging me’ entails the bug’s pleasure!<br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Am I a bug? Do I bug others – off course I do, like the honey bee (except that I rarely sting/bite).<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The only bug that I LIKE – the Volkswagen Beetle. <span style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div></div>popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-86794895841765714462011-05-31T08:47:00.000-07:002011-08-26T00:47:44.632-07:00The Middle Ground<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Waiting for other folks to join the chemistry lab at high school, he attempts to make polite conversation to kill the choking silence. A snob that she was, she'd hardly make conversation with strangers. Suddenly the rest of the gang joined in but it wasn't surely the end. From there they got chatting taking lunch breaks that blossomed in to friendship which seemed serendipitous at the end of it all.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Like friends would, they hung out for coffee, a roof top drink or two, din din, long drives, travel and late night walks in the serenity of the locality they resided in. Little did they know that friendship was walking another path. Friends who enjoyed each other's company yet were getting to be more than friends though not in love. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Everyone said they were in love, at times they joked themselves as well. Come what may they decided to be friends despite the seemingly weird equation they shared. If you look at them, either from a distance or up close, they always appeared in love. Strangers or friends saw them getting too close. Were they the victims or were they engulfed? That’s a question that is better left unanswered. Bets were placed as to whether they would fall in love or not, but in the end like always if the friendship is not shallow it prevails. A meaningful friendship concocted by emotions like the colors of the rainbow; they delved in it, lived the present and enjoyed every passing moment. The so called moralistic, pretentious society lost and they remained ‘friends for life’.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Surreal as it was, geographical distances did em apart (education took priority), while cherished memories kept bringing em back together!!! </span></div>popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-87347745815131427362011-05-04T19:47:00.000-07:002011-05-04T19:47:26.200-07:00Danke<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
<div><span style="font-size: 13px;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">Thank you for being there,</span></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 13px;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">Thank you for being YOU,</span></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 13px;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">Thank you for lifting me up,</span></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 13px;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">Thank you for looking me in the eye and speaking your mind,</span></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 13px;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">Thank you for all the good times and bad,</span></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 13px;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">Thank you for your presence in my life,</span></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 13px;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">Thank you for loving me and </span></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 13px;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">Thank you for giving me the opportunity to know you and love you!</span></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 13px;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 13px;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">My definition of love - All those who made me feel beautiful from the inside, either for a short or a long span of time!</span></i></span></div></div>popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-58124939534370588632011-03-09T05:03:00.000-08:002011-03-09T05:06:01.428-08:00The Cloud: Writer's Block<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Thoughts scattered all over the place, but the cloud called the writer's block </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">just doesn't seem to let go me. How many more incomplete drafts before my next </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">published post, I wonder?!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
Oh cloud - go away and let me write, will you?</span><br />
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</div></div>popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-6108407296643391002011-01-11T01:22:00.000-08:002011-01-11T01:25:32.379-08:00Miracle<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Explore the unknown (life), appreciate small things of life;<br />
Enjoy natural wonders, behold the joy around;<br />
Focus on the inner self in a state of thoughtless awareness;<br />
Connect with the universe!</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Indeed a recipe to a much desired and always welcomed 'Miracle'!</span></div>popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-77066913648258099112010-12-13T00:52:00.000-08:002011-02-02T01:06:22.211-08:00Arranged integrity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">What is this world coming to? Is it not important to be true to an interviewer, doctor, lawyer and life partner to be?<br />
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It appalls me when people I know (educated, young, modern with liberal views - so called, eh?) do not tell their partners to be/prospective (<i>scenario: Indian arranged marriages</i>) about their habits like drinking, smoking, eating non-veg and about a past if they have had one. Is not the basis of such a relationship based on trust and faith? When the very basics are not in place, how will the relationship bloom and last?<br />
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The other may not like and approve of your habits being a teetotaler or an animal lover and might make efforts to change you but at the end of the day should one not respect the other, as it is a personal choice? As for a past, what's the harm? Many of us do have a past and coming out clean is my take. Don't share gory details but you did not know this new person then, so...?<br />
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On the other extreme I know of others who are frank to the extent of sharing details that are serious and cause concern. Kudos to em!<br />
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The pessimist in me says: the former do well for themselves, eventually!<br />
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This is life in the big, bad world!!!<br />
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<b>Disclaimer:</b> <i>This is an opinion being shared and not an accusation. Nor is the blogger trying to be the world's Moral Police.</i></div>popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-30176810423300994602010-10-26T05:05:00.000-07:002010-10-26T05:08:48.673-07:00Rant...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A list of random thoughts with absolute disconnect, from the draft folder. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Does it make sense to use the phrase 'To each his own'? How practically feasible is it to apply the same in reality? Every individual has his/her own perception and take on everything in life but is life not all about compromises and adjustments?</span></i></span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thus, ain't there a contradiction? </span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Does sharing come naturally to humankind or do we try inculcate the habit? Sharing includes materialistic goods as well as life’s. I really wonder if we can do so with no compulsion and for life?</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Does the horizon really exist?</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Can you draw a parallel? Is it not about how the mind is conditioned? Get the drift?!</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It happens only in India: A few things that exasperate and annoy me no end:</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- A chappal on the middle of the road</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- A bus/truck with a branch or a stem of leaves hooked on to it t</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">indicate a break down.</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
- The payroll/finance team (outsourced entities) at corporates.</span></i></span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This list is incomplete, will be updated periodically.</span></span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">How many lives do we possess? Does every life on planet Earth possess a previous life and another to come? Is it all about religion, faith and belief or is there any scientific proof behind all of this?</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Heaven is where the good people go and hell is where your bad deeds take you. Agnost, Pessimist and Sadist that I am, I have no clue if God exists or not, nor do I know who goes to heaven or hell and why but I sure can say that good people are not as happy as they ought to be and vice versa!</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Solitude and me? I love it. To lunch by myself, spend time with myself, although with technology around me and not completely by myself. It's fun to do so....dunno why people find it strange, weird and out of the normal.</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Solitude does not mean brooding, it can imply introspection or just enjoying one's space.</span></i></span><br />
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</div>popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-66629158941939427632010-09-30T06:05:00.000-07:002010-09-30T06:05:55.732-07:00Mockery in the name of the almighty<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is not about an agnostic like me questioning the existence of God (truth, reality in other words) but I can't help but ask - Is God numerous in number? Is God male or female? Does God believe in 'divide and rule'? Who created the various religions, castes, etc? Has anyone seen or felt God?</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The very division of God into religions and cases like the Babri Masjid at Ayodhya only helps further lose sanctity of the divine. Sad to know that man can stoop to such levels just for political advantage. Is this not mere mockery of the supreme at the cost of life's of the general public?</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Where are we heading? God help mankind!</span></span>popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-50632132999985926872010-09-13T20:37:00.000-07:002010-09-30T06:10:25.134-07:00Social Media and me<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">This is not really about my take on Social Media. I have very mixed feelings and views about Social Media (will save that for later) but this one <i>Expert Speak Session</i> that I did arrange for and had <i><b><a href="http://www.jessiepaul.com/">Jessie Paul</a></b></i> over at the organization I work for, to talk on <b><i>Brand Building in the age of Social Media<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">,</span></span> </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">w</span></b>as possible because of twitter. Social Media sure helps network and share information but I do concur with the <a href="http://www.hpl.hp.com/research/scl/papers/influence/influence.pdf">HP Labs report</a> that states: '<b><i><a href="http://www.socialtimes.com/2010/08/hp-twitter-influence/">Having a large number of followers does not imply you are an influencer</a></i></b>'. Doesn't one lose one's space and privacy on sites like Facebook, etc?</span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">To say the least, thanks <a href="http://twitter.com/">twitter</a>!</span></span></div>popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-11006590595473149072010-08-20T00:53:00.000-07:002010-08-22T19:37:56.671-07:00Life's lessons<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">While we <a href="http://chitchatqueen.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-path-that-leads-to-unknown.html">tread the unknown path - Life</a>, it remains to be a constant learning process. Typically one learns from one's mistakes and experiences, yet there are exceptions like me. I am learning but time will tell how I implement and learn to differentiate and deal with different people and situations.</span></span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b>Why me? Why does this happen only to me while others remain happy?</b><br />
Every thing that happens in life has a reason, attribute it to Karma/destiny or otherwise. As beautifully conveyed by <a href="http://www.dailyom.com/">Daily Om</a> in the article <a href="http://www.dailyom.com/articles/2010/25033.html">Letting Go of Understanding</a>: <i>"Sometimes we are not always meant to know the deeper meaning of certain occurrences and need only move forward." </i>Do your duty and leave the rest to the universe.<br />
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While this is all nice to read and talk about, how practical is it for a normal human to actually accept such reasoning for ones unhappiness or uneventful life?<br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b>Who really are my well wishers?</b><br />
Isn't that tricky? Yeah, very tricky especially for the likes of me, who by nature are critical about small aspects of life and tend to fall for any individual who speaks well and seems transparent. A very hard question to answer. All that glitters is NOT gold.<br />
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A friend once said, <i>"I trust very few people, I count the number"</i>. I was appalled at the thought and argued. I NOW realize and can't agree more.<br />
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<i>You think and believe...</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i>you know all, </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i>you are at peace and one with universe through meditation, </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i>you are content with life and it's ways, </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i>you are one of the biggest achievers,</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">.......</span></span></span></li>
</ul><ul></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"> sadly you are mistaken. I a victim and hence an observer beg to differ <br />
from your opinion, irrespective of your age, experience, </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"> attitude, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">thoughts </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">which I have </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">possibly appreciated</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">at some </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> point in time in the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">past and possibly still value.</span><br />
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I might have been affected or put off, but I will get over it and learn </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"> thereby. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">What about </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">you? You are </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">cheating no one but </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> yourself.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> Time </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">to introspect </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">and follow by action?<br />
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</span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b>To be an open book - bad idea:<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Don't share every little detail with all those YOU consider trust worthy and close to you. The same may not apply vice-versa. It is fine to blindly trust a mutt but not another human (not a smart move by any standards).<br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b>To be attached yet detached:</b><br />
Sounds weird? Well, I know it does but ma first told me this, and then a friend shared the same thought. It doesn't seem to make sense and is hard to explain. Again, don't apply this to all and sundry, pick the select few. I leave it to you to figure out what it implies.<br />
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</ul></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b>Jealous: </b><br />
Another article on Daily Om, conveyed something that we all are aware of but probably don't pay attention to - the positive aspect of <a href="http://www.dailyom.com/articles/2008/14785.html">Jealousy</a>. It helps you realize your inner desire for a certain object/situation.<br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b>Learn to NOT expect from the other, accept that the other is NOT you, the other is DIFFERENT. Focus on the self and identify your strength:</b><br />
To not expect is easier said than done, as it a natural human tendency that occurs in the unconscious. As for the latter, I am telling myself to accept that the other is different from me and hence not to expect an action or reaction like mine.<br />
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<b><i>Gurdjieff</i></b> used to say to his disciples – t<i>he first thing, the very very first thing, “Find out what your greatest characteristic is, your greatest undoing, your central characteristic of unconsciousness.” Each one is different</i>.<br />
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</ul><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b>Why do I write such posts?</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">It helps vent, gather my readers views if any and last of all when I re-visit this page at a later time to recall what I learnt from those around me. This is not a bitter me but a gullible, naive me trying hard to adapt the worlds ways instead of feeling let down when others don't live up to my expectations. While this may involve most anyone I personally would like to exclude immediate family and loved ones. As for friends I won't comment as only time and situations tells you who really is genuine and always there for you. Yes, this is popsie who always </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">believed</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"> her life to revolve around friends. Annoyed I am but not caustic, life's lessons are better learnt than left untouched!<br />
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</ul></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b>Disclaimer:</b> The intent is not to disrespect big achievers or those who are closer to the universe and are </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">spiritual</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"> in nature. I am surrounded by umpteen such souls and respect them all for various such aspects, this is a mere observation that I believe I have the freedom to express.</span></span></div>popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-86561494470743212922010-07-09T02:16:00.000-07:002010-07-09T02:21:52.904-07:00Judgmental me<ul><li>Fat people don't realize the repercussions leave alone the cosmetic value.</li>
<li>Don't like animals, especially mans best friend? Tells on you!</li>
<li>Attitude, Conceit for no reason or rhyme - personal choice, eh? Need a mirror? </li>
<li>Technology slave - you need help. </li>
<li>Possess a stereotypical, run of the mill attitude, mindset? Ritualistic? Call for a Shrink!</li>
<li>Judgmental, Critical (<i>like me</i>) - <i>Change</i> is the need of the hour.</li>
<li>Open to criticism, change - way to go!</li>
<li>Balanced (head on your shoulders) - Can't get better!</li>
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Note: This list will be updated from time to time.popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-1019781350973554382010-07-03T22:26:00.000-07:002010-07-08T20:15:17.247-07:00Thinking aloud...<i>Man is engulfed by relationships, some by birth others by choice or chance. Each beautiful, deep and timed in its own way. I learn, cherish and respect them all at different levels. They linger as memories with me until my grave and beyond!</i>popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-87397638153194351642010-07-02T04:41:00.000-07:002010-07-02T04:45:38.450-07:00Siddhagiri Wax MusuemWhy oh why, did I travel all that distance to <span id="goog_1061769145"></span><a href="http://www.madametussauds.com/NewYork/">Madame Tussauds</a>, New York<span id="goog_1061769146"></span> while my sister refused to come in and waited outside? I wasted 30-40 dollars and came out to admit and agree that she did a smart thing of never visiting the wax museum despite living in the country and traveling the globe.<br />
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Even if one does want to visit a wax museum I'd suggest that all Indians living in India visit the <a href="http://www.siddhagirimuseum.org/">Siddhagiri Museum</a> in Kolhapur. It sure is much closer and cheaper and the museum tries to depict the confluence of a self sustainable village life and nature.popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608403852394860969.post-29939378653587636352010-06-20T20:41:00.000-07:002010-06-20T20:48:20.015-07:00MLTR - live in concert<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yes, another item (a rock show) on my wish list has finally been struck off. That's right Michael Learns To Rock - a Danish Soft Rock band was back in Bangalore, India on the 20th of June, 2010 for the third time to promote their new album <i>'Eternity'</i>. The show started with the first number being '</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Wild women on the back door</i>, followed by <i>Sleeping child, Sweetest surprise</i> (from the new album <i>Eternity</i>), <i>Actor</i> (their first biggest hit), <i>Paint my love</i> (got the loudest cheer), <i>That's why you go away</i> and finally ended with <i>Someday somewhere</i>. The band went off stage and on public demand-request came back to play '<i>Breaking my heart</i>'. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"></span>It's been a really long wait, with a huge crowd missing but that didn't matter to me. I was there with my friends listening to one of the bands that I liked a lot, way back in school. Every moment of the evening was spent in nostalgia, humming and swaying to the tunes of MLTR.</span>popsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01455659605797618849noreply@blogger.com0