Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Dreams Uninterrupted

Of late, have been getting together a whole lot of childhood friends through Google Groups:
Som is the front-end guy while i am the back-end one. So what's with the nostalgic stuff:
  • Is it a gene-rational thing?
  • Does one hit 40 and start getting into all these things?
  • Does one go through life and realize that childhood buddies are the best?
One very weird thing is that even after leaving Sea Sands more or less for keeps in 1985, most of my dreams are still set out there; just this morning one of my Infy pals was visiting us, but i and WiFi were welcoming him in 6, Sea Sands. Spooks me no end.

To paraphrase that old one:
You can take a guy out of Sea Sands, but you can't take the Sea Sands out of a guy!

Ma

Holy Mother by Swami Nikhilananda ends on a great note: (pp. 344-345)
Three shrines now stand as memorials to Holy Mother, erected by the loving care of her beloved child Swami Saradananda. One is the Udbodhan, where she spent the last eleven years of her active life. The second, a white temple, stands on the bank of the Ganges at the Belur Math where her body was consigned to fire. The third, another white temple, has been erected on the site of her birth at Jayrambati. From the top of this temple flutters a flag emblazoned with the simple word 'Ma', reminding her devotees from far and near of her repeated assurance that she would stand by them till their hour of liberation, and recalling to them her words of benediction: 'I am the Mother of the virtuous, I am the Mother of the wicked. Whenever you are in distress, say to yourself: "I have a Mother."'
It inspires me no end and, when it got into my head last morning, i created an iTunes playlist of all the bhajans of the Old Mother from the Bhajan Cornucopia, a dozen of them.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Love Gurus

Or, In…carna…tions

There was a snippet that i noticed y'day:
Teachings of Sri Ramakrishna

'M. : ''When one sees God does one see Him with these eyes?''
Master : "God cannot be seen with these physical eyes. In the course of spiritual discipline one gets a 'love body', endowed with 'love eyes'. One sees God with these 'love eyes. With this 'love body' the soul communes with God."--
[Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, Advice to Householders. p.42/43.]
Had a good laugh over it because the full text of that exchange goes as follows: (The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, Advice to Householders, page 115, middle)
M: "When one sees God does one see Him with these eyes?"

MASTER: "God cannot be seen with these physical eyes. In the course of spiritual discipline one gets a 'love body', endowed with 'love eyes', 'love ears', and so on. One sees God with those 'love eyes'. One hears the voice of God with those 'love ears'. One even gets a sexual organ made of love."

At these words M. burst out laughing. The Master continued, unannoyed, "With this 'love body' the soul communes with God."

M. again became serious.
IMHO, bowdlerization of spiritual material is never a good idea. All of us (except for the Incarnations by birth) are around because of that primeval force called sex. So when it comes to acting coy about sex in spiritual pursuits, who are we kidding?

That's another thing i just love about the Master. He lays it on the line w/o beating around the bush; no pussyfooting around!
Celibacy is not hereditary.
637 Best Things Anybody Ever Said

Friday, June 26, 2009

Malcolm X Nandan


Today's ToI headline zapped me: Nandan as a cabinet minister?! Heck, that'll take quite some time to sink in.

The ToI had detailed coverage on Page 15:
From corner room to Yojana Bhavan

In some ways, Nandan Manohar (sic) Nilekani is destiny’s child, a ‘karmayogi’, to use wife Rohini’s phrase. There have been serendipitous breaks, he’s always been at the right place at the right time.
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Wonder what Malcolm Gladwell would say on that "right place at the right time".

In his orthogonal view of the preponderance of folks born in the 1830s who went on to become part of the 75 richest people in history, Gladwell writes in Outliers:
The 10,000-Hour Rule

Do you know what's interesting about that list? Of the 75 names, an astonishing 14 are Americans born within nine years of each other in the mid 19th century. Think about that for a moment. Historians start with Cleopatra and the Pharaohs and comb through every year in human history ever since, looking in every corner of the world for evidence of extraordinary wealth, and almost 20 percent of the names they end up with come from a single generation in a single country.
He goes on to say that the same thing—demographic luck—was at work in the IT field: (pp. 64-65)
If you were more than a few years out of college in 1975, then you belonged to the old paradigm. You had just bought a house. You're married. A baby is on the way. You're in no position to give up a good job and pension for some pie-in-the-sky $397 computer kit. So let's rule out all those born before, say, 1952.

At the same time, though, you don't want to be too young. You really want to get in on the ground floor*, right in 1975, and you can't do that if you're still in high school. So let's also rule out anyone born after, say, 1958. The perfect age to be in 1975, in other words, is old enough to be a part of the coming revolution but not so old that you missed it. Ideally, you want to be twenty or twenty-one, which is to say, born in 1954 or 1955.
* ;-) to Sammy

And lists the folks born in the mid-1950s who went on to make huge contributions: (the DnCn stuff is my numbo jumbo take on the birth dates)
IMO, Gladwell missed two folks in this illustrious list, born within a week of each other:
~*~*~

Guess Nandan is the right guy for heading this monumental task of an ID for every Indian. In The Tipping Point, Gladwell writes of the three types of folks that contribute towards the tipping of an idea in The Law of the Few:
  • Connectors
  • Mavens
  • Salesmen.
Whatever (little) i have seen of Nandan, he's a connector as well as a salesman; Friedman called him an Explainer-in-Chief.

Her-pet-o-phobia


The cook was a bit worried this morning. She said:
"Sir, please close the back door [French windows] whenever possible as a 4-foot long snake was seen in our lane".
Her apprehension might have been due to some of the stuff in Why We Fear Snakes.

But i wasn't too concerned and responded: "Don't worry, unless God wills it, nothing can bite us". Some of this insouciance (how i love this word!) might be due to the fact that i'm a Snake myself ;-)

Very surprisingly, that was the subject matter in the Shri Sai Satcharita parayana scheduled for this morning: (end of Chapter 22)
Baba's Opinion

One devotee named Muktaram, then said that it was good that the poor creature escaped. Hemadpant challenged him saying that serpents should better be killed. There was a hot discussion between them - the former contending that serpents, and such creatures, should not be killed, the latter that they should be. As night came on, the discussion came to an end, without any decision being arrived at. Next day, the question was referred to Baba, who gave His settled opinion as follows: "God lives in all beings and creatures, whether they be serpents or scorpions. He is the Great Wirepuller of the world, and all beings, serpents, scorpions, etc. obey His command. Unless He will it, nobody can do any harm to others. The world is all dependent on Him, and no one is independent. So we should take pity and love all creatures, leave off adventurous fights and killings and be patient. The Lord (God) is the Protector of all."

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Guruji and the Patanjali Yoga Sutra


Another 24.JUN rolls around; it's my fave day of the year. Since it's a Wednesday, make that a double delight.

At the PM AGM on 14.JUN, had a long chat with the ever-smiling, super-friendly Venky on Art of Living and the effect it could have on one's life. He promised me the six-DVD set on 23.JUN as he was out of BLR on some assignment. I told him that i'd collect the same on 24.JUN ;-) And that's what i did after some super-duper games at the shuttle court this morning.

Patanjali Yoga Sutra

There's something about Guruji; i get calmed down just looking at him. Must be something to do with the fact that Art of Living, Sri Sri Ravi Shankar, and my name all add up to the same number, 41 :-) In fact, it's my pet theory that Guruji added the extra Sri to ensure that his name didn't add up to 35. Even the short form that he uses, Guruji, adds up to another great number, 19.

Anyway, after collecting the DVD set, got back home and there was a bit of dissonance in the mind for a while; what someone referred to as dis-ease. But, when i started the pooja with a re-reading of Chapters 18 and 19 of the Shri Sai Satcharita, the tears of joy started flowing and for a long time. The parayana went on to the chapter for the day, Chapter 20, on the succinct but succulent Ishopanishad. From Chapter 15 (Cholkar's Sugarless Tea, which is the chapter for Prakash Suratkar), you get the best sequence of six chapters in the SSS.

By the end of the pooja, i was totally drained. On days such as this, i can really appreciate what Larry Darrell says in The Razor's Edge: "Spirituality is a tiring business"!

~*~*~

Then i switched on the DVD-set and, due to some UI issues, started playing the second part of the first DVD (each DVD has two parts, each about 50 minutes). Guruji was very charming and expounded on two things in Part II of DVD 1:
  • Abhyasa: Practice a thing repeatedly, without a break, and with honor/respect/gratitude to it. Then, you'll become a master of it.

    In Outliers, Malcolm Gladwell writes of the 10,000-hour rule: a person has to spend at least 10,000 hours on a chosen area before s/he can become an expert. Does the same thing hold good for spirituality too? Of course, there's that little matter of reincarnation that has one to take into account as well.
  • Vairagya: Become dispassionate; detach yourself from the objects of the senses; all material things are nothing more than—loved the word that Guruji used—Styrofoam! Be in the world but not of it. Let go of your fears.
More than these statements, what i loved was his super-smiling expressions when Guruji talked of the Patanjali Yoga Sutra. That's what i will remember the most; hopefully that memory will help me easily implement the words that came with them.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Lovers of the River Mother


Found it quite intriguing that both Sri Ramakrishna and Sri Brahmachaitanya had a premier disciple by the name of Swami Brahmananda.

The other day, got an even bigger shock when i read the following in The Saint of Gondawali: (pp. 203-204)
Shri Brahmananda was a famous learned Shastri from Karnataka. He began to develop dry leprosy when he was about twenty and decided to remain a bachelor. He did great penance in Venkatapur and prayed to the Lord to give him a guru. The Lord told him to go to Indore. Accordingly he traveled to Indore and met the Master there. The Master was surrounded by men, women, and children. He was discussing with them their worldly problems. Shri Brahmananda wa disappointed to see the guru so much immersed in worldly affairs. He returned to Venkatapur and began his penance again. The Lord pointed to the Master a second time. So he went back to Indore and fell at the Master's feet. The Master asked him to do Sadhana i.e. Japam on the banks of the Narmada river. When he obtained self-realization, he came to meet the Master in Gondawali.…
Long-time readers might be aware of this from Rakhal Rocks:
~~~~~
My fondness for Swami "Rakhal" Brahmananda went up a hundred-fold simply on reading about his love for the Narmada river. He tells M. in God Lived with Them:
How can I describe the state of my mind? This noon I felt a yearning to go to Narmada and practice austerity.
Felt like creating an HTML file showing this linkage:

Lovers of the River Mother

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Morning Routine

…prison life consists of routine, and then more routine. …. And that's how it went for Andy - that was his routine.
—Voice-over of Morgan "Red" Freeman in The Shawshank Redemption
During that exhilarating trip to Chintamani along with Ravel, he told me many interesting things (got to find the time to blog about that).

One of them was the list of deities to remember the moment you get up. Was able to start that y'day (Wednesday, my fav'e day of the week) and repeat it today, so that the (ద్వితియ విఘ్నం—dwitiya viGnaM) was avoided; i got screwed by that once, so i am a bit chary ;-) of it.

Here's the list: (each one three times, if you aren't too groggy)

In fact the entire discussion started because Prakash Suratkar had recently mentioned that Chintamani was one of the great names of Ganesha, when he heard about the exquisite Sri Brahmachaitanya Sri Rama Mandir at Chintamani. See Why i Love Ganesh Guruji as well.

And, just before setting one's foot on the ground, we make an appeal to Mother Earth to ensure that we tread softly on Her that day:
When we walk upon Mother Earth, we always plant our feet carefully because we know the faces of our future generations are looking up at us from beneath the ground. We never forget them.
—Oren Lyons, Onondaga Nation in American Indian Quotes
Update on19.JUN

At the shuttle court this morning, VN Kumar & i were serving at advantage (21-20) against Manish & Chandra, when Manish let loose one of his blistering cross-court smashes; i didn't even have the time to duck as i waded into it.

The shuttle hit my right glass, which popped out (how the heck did that happen?), and i was left wondering how come i couldn't see properly any more :-) This is the first time something like this has happened in over six years and i felt that it was only the early-morning chanting that saved me. Still can't figure out why the plastic lens popped out.

HomeStay? You Don't Say!

Joined the IIM-A Group on LinkedIn very recently and got a great message today:
Reducing Travel Cost and also fulfilling Social Responsibility.
It was about homestays in India, with a link to: My Great Stay. Found it esp. useful as i love the Western Ghats so much. Here's the link to all the homestays in Karnataka.

You never know from where great deals come in. As Gandhi said: Keep the Windows open (pun intended), but not the "DOS"* ;-)

~*~*~

Last October, we had a great trip to Honeyvale Estate in Mudigere, Chikmagalur. Felt that the room rent was on the high side (spent close to INR 20,000 for two days for six of us), but, all in all, it was a pretty good experience.


It was better than eating at home, as we didn't have to cook.


More pix at Travel.2008.Honeyvale Estate.


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* There's a funny one behind that DOS. There used be a Mallu guy at TCS, he's a big-shot now with an American accent, so let's call him SJP. We were making a bike trip to Muthukadu, and he kept saying: "It's hoat". WTF was he saying, i kept thinking when it finally struck me: "It's hot"! Later, when we were trying to go abroad through a bodysh"i"pper, we met one guy, PR, who asked SJP what his XP was like? He said: "Doss". PR didn't know any better. He thought, like Windows, there was something called Doors! It still kills me.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Be Chary, Very Chary


Mr. Sridhar Chari joined our Palm Meadows Owners Association (PMOA) as Head-Admin last December. He's been around for about six months and has created a sort of renaissance in the manner in which the 557-villa complex is managed.

When he joined and i didn't know from Adam, there was a message on our Google Group:
We once again confirm that Mr. Achar has left from the services of PMOA office and he is no longer in our services. We have now a new Head (Admin). Mr. Sridhar Chari appointed to this office.
That was too delicious to resist, so i responded:
Looks like we have to chary of Achar ;-)
Some folks didn't like this take-off, though there were others who found it funny. Anyway, i have always been amused by take-offs on my name, the best being the GK Vale Shutterbug Club referring to me as:

Srinivas SariRaj

More in A Rogue by Any Other Name. It's a personal thing, but i feel that enlightened folks should go beyond nama & roopa.

~*~*~

When the idea of the Palm Meadows (PM) Resident Info Management System (RIMS) was mooted, i threw my hat into the ring with a client-server app built on MS Access 2003.

Mr. Chari was most supportive of the same and came for many sittings at my SOHO setup, some over beer. Don't know whether he was following the advice that Swami Vivekananda got from his father:
Never be surprised by anything,
but he wasn't fazed at all by the complex-looking ERD:


Later on, found that he was a Gemini like me. Twenty years older (younger?), but with the same heart. The RIMS app got done mainly because of his enthu; each one feeding off the other to take it to completion. It went online today.

At Infosys, NRN used to say:
You don't have to be nice as long as you are fair.
Mr. Chari has given a twist to that, by being both fair and nice. His sunny disposition might be due to the fact he was born on a Sunday ;-)

As he notches up one more year under his belt (w/o having to loosen it) today, here are my wishes for him:
Have a good one, Chief.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Specialists at Work

Yoga is skill in action.
—Sri Ramakrishna, seen in Ramakrishna As We Saw Him
I love specialists, in whatever field they might be.

Had bought a wardrobe from Home Town at a reasonable cost and it was delivered with some follow-up last Saturday. After that, there was no trace of the installation guys this week.

After quite a few calls including a threat to blog about their poor service :-), Vijay at Home Town sent a couple of guys in the afternoon. No wonder their rating on MouthShut is quite low:
Member's Rating: 2 of 5 stars
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Anyway, they landed up around 1:30 PM and got down to work. Normally, one guy does 80% of the work and the other guy fills in on the easy bits. In this case, it was the fast-working Ghulab Singh and the smart-looking Ranu Singh. Ghulab kept referring to his pal as Ranu Singh, which killed me. How often do you call a friend by his full name?

They were a bit cool at the start, but i got the cook to brew some nice chai for them, which thawed them up.

The fundas of Shirdi Sai Baba are always useful: (from Chapters 18-19, Baba's Advice Regarding our Behaviour)
Unless there is some relationship or connection, nobody goes anywhere. If any men or creatures come to you, do not discourteously drive them away, but receive them well and treat them, with due respect. Shri Hari (God) will be certainly pleased, if you give water to the thirsty, bread to the hungry, clothes to the naked, and your verandah to strangers for sitting and resting.
Ranu Singh was quite interested in the many photos, which i took as the wardrobe went towards completion. Guess he considers himself a bit of a looker; i praised him a little bit on that front as well.


By 3:50 PM, in around two hours, they had finished the setup; they are to return on Monday and fix the shutters. Let's see whether that really happens.


Update the evening of June 15

The Home Town guys did land up and quickly got down to business.

No work was too low for Ghulab Singh; he didn't delegate the dirty work to his understudy; he did it himself. Reminded me of Swami Saradananda who followed the same philosophy:
If you want others to do things, you do it first.

I was very impressed with him, as he worked non-stop from 12:30 to 6:00 PM. He had a cheerful smile throughout, answering my myriad queries.

I gave them a tip of INR 400, again keeping in mind this beautiful funda from the Shri Sai Satcharita: (Chapters 18-19, end)
Remuneration for Labour

One day at noon, Baba came near Radha-Krishna-Mai's house and said - "Bring Me a ladder." Some men brought it and set it against a house as directed by Baba. He climbed up on the roof of Vaman Gondkar's house, passed the roof of Radha-Krishna-Mai's house and then got down from the other corner. What object Baba had, none could know. Radha-Krishna-Mai was, at that time, shivering with Malaria. It may be to drive off that fever, that He may have gone there. Immediately after getting down, Baba paid Rupees two to the persons who brought the ladder. Somebody asked Baba, why he paid so much for this. He replied that nobody should take the labour of others, in vain. The worker should be paid, his dues promptly and liberally.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Kashi, Ed Kashi

Last Tuesday morning, found the JUN.2009 issue of NatGeoMag in the post-box. The feature article was on Arab Christians and while browsing it at random saw this image:

West Bank
The exodus of Christians continues in Bethlehem, where Tony Rashmawi, his wife, Jeeda, and daughter, Zeina, pack for Canada. "Under Israeli occupation, normal life is impossible," says Jeeda. "We must give Zeina a future."
It looked like a regular prosaic image till i saw the girl within the suitcase!

Due to some reason, it reminded me of the style of Ed Kashi and when i checked the credits it was indeed so. In fact it was the same team that did the article on India's Golden Quadrilateral (published last October):
By Don Belt
Photographs by Ed Kashi

I was very pleased with that Blink moment.

One of my idols, Feynman, reports a similar thing when he's checking out some paintings in the Sistine Chapel: (pp. 103-104 of the Surely… PDF)
The summer after the drawing class I was in Italy for a science conference and I thought I'd like to see the Sistine Chapel. I got there very early in the morning, bought my ticket before anybody else, and ran up the stairs as soon as the place opened. I therefore had the unusual pleasure of looking at the whole chapel for a moment, in silent awe, before anybody else came in.

Soon the tourists came, and there were crowds of people milling around, talking different languages, pointing at this and that. I'm walking around, looking at the ceiling for a while. Then my eye came down a little bit and I saw some big, framed pictures, and I thought, "Gee! I never knew about these!"

Unfortunately I'd left my guidebook at the hotel, but I thought to myself, "I know why these panels aren't famous; they aren't any good." But then I looked at another one, and I said, "Wow! That's a good one." I looked at the others. "That's good too, so is that one, but that one's lousy." I had never heard of these panels, but I decided that they were all good except for two.

I went into a place called the Sala de Raphael--the Raphael Room--and I noticed the same phenomenon. I thought to myself, "Raphael is irregular. He doesn't always succeed. Sometimes he's very good. Sometimes it's just junk."

When I got back to my hotel, I looked at the guidebook. In the part about the Sistine Chapel: "Below the paintings by Michelangelo there are fourteen panels by Botticelli, Perugino"--all these great artists--"and two by So-and-so, which are of no significance." This was a terrific excitement to me, that I also could tell the difference between a beautiful work of art and one that's not, without being able to define it. As a scientist you always think you know what you're doing, so you tend to distrust the artist who says, "It's great," or "It's no good," and then is not able to explain to you why, as Jerry did with those drawings I took him. But here I was, sunk: I could do it too!

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

An Ode to the OZs

Man, it's such a nice feeling that the OZs were sent packing from the T20 World Cup. It can't get better than this at the moment. Couldn't have asked for a better b'day present.

Ponnappa was at his inimitable best today: (in case you can't recognize the bruised and battered bloke, it's Ponting)

Book in a Nook

There was a sweet little 3rd ed. in y'day's ToI:
Treasure Trove—Bibliophile’s Paradise

It was 1953, College Street, Calcutta. An old professor of English, Rajnikant Chatterjee, would religiously come to College Street every evening and intently read and buy rare old books. At one such visit, he stumbled upon a few torn pages inside an equally hoary old book. Curious, he began to read and lo, those were the lost translations of the legendary English orientalist Sir Edward Fitzgerald’s Rubaiyat-e-Umar Khayyam, written in Persian. Students of English literature all over the world are aware that Fitzgerald’s English renditions of 11 exquisite quatrains weren’t available till 1953. Even the universities of Oxford and Cambridge failed to find those 11 rubaiyat. But, Chatterjee luckily chanced upon them and because of him, the English translation of all the quatrains is available to students as well as readers. The world of literature is immensely grateful to Chatterjee and the famous College Street, dotted with dingy bookstalls, that have some of the rarest books in the world.

I make it a point to visit College Street on my every visit to the city. I spend a considerable amount of time with old books. What adds to such intellectually fruitful visits is the bargaining part. I once found eight odd copies of foreign editions from the Reader’s Digest of 1934 and bargained hard and bought them for Rs 12 only.…
Reminded me of my own pottering around MG Road for some very old RDs. Used to get them near the Cauvery Emporium (in WikiMapia), once in a while with three of them stitched together. The earliest ones were from the early 1950s, though there might been one or two from the late 1940s.

I distinctly remember the APR.1951 issue; i posted it to my brother-in-law, who was wondering why an old RD came in the mail. I revealed the reason: that was the month in which he was born ;-)

When RD India released its 50th Anniversary (1954—2004), it had Born to Be a Hero by Hal Borland. But by then i had already read it in the MAR.1959 edition.


Used to check out another old shop in Madras, where i found Inside South America by John Gunther. The chap at the shop looked at me for a long time and pronounced his price: Rs. 3!

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

The Spirit of Sri Brahmachaitanya Maharaj

Try to read a little bit of The Saint of Gondawali (a super book) every morning, and was very pleasantly surprised to see this: (pp. 199-200)
The Ram Mandir at Chintamani was opened in 1949. Shri Venkanniah and Shri Subramanyam spared no pains to make the best possible arrangements. Shri Narayan Appa prayed to the Master to be physically present on the RamNavmi day. He did Japam for the whole night. Early in the morning he took his bath and went to the Mandir. He saw the Master sitting near Shri Rama. The Master sat on a tigerskin in his usual Padmasana pose. Narayan Appa fell at his feet. The Master said, "Be sure to see me wherever there is the Japam of the Name of God and mutual love among human beings." With these words the Master disappeared and Shri Narayan Appa was dazed for some time.

I have come into contact with the Master very recently but i have no doubt in my mind that He's the same as Lord Hanuman.

Incidentally, the Chintamani Mandir is celebrating its Diamond Jubilee this Saturday (13.JUN.2009)! Here's the invite:

Monday, June 08, 2009

Pathways to Gratitude

This post is dedicated to Sri BC Prasad Gaaru

Early in the morning, had a very nice call from Gopa, all the way from Texas, a state of mind. We had a long chat and among the many things we discussed was this: When folks do weird things, do they have any missing network in their brain? For instance:
I tried to look at it sort of the other way; if we have some pathways already built in, is there any way we can bolster them?

One of the pathways is of gratitude, an other name for "great attitude".

It's a trick of the mind that it gets adjusted to its new settings. For instance, if one moves to a nice place, after a while, all the privileges of that place will be taken for granted. It's as if all those wonderful features are "reset to zero".

Is there any way i can live in Palm Meadows keeping Sea Sands (and Bob Hope) at the back of the mind:
I grew up with six brothers. That's how I learned to dance - waiting for the bathroom.
In a lecture in 1990, Swami Sukhabodananda gave an unusual reason for chanting, say, the Vishnu Sahasranama:
Folks who do it will continue to see the good things around and in their lives.
Jiddu said that one's brain circuitry gets changed with one's thoughts. To me, that makes a very good case to have gratitude as one of the focal points of life.

Saturday, June 06, 2009

Devolve to Evolve

Know in self, first this: Thou art body, mind and soul, a three-dimensional individual in a three-dimensional consciousness. Hence ye find the Godhead, to a consciousness of an individual in the earth plane, is three dimensions: Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Each are individual, and yet they are one. So with the body-consciousness: the body, the mind and the soul. Each have their attributes, each have their limitations, save the soul. Nothing may separate the soul from its source save the will of self.
Edgar Cayce Reading 5089-3
The theory of evolution never cut much ice with me, just like the other ToE, because both don't take into account the fundamental thing of the Universe: the substratum of Consciousness.

The other day, Osho wrote something so beautiful that i just knew that it had to be right: (highlighting mine)
The search for roots: The missing link

The cause is not outside. The outside is only a reflection of the inner man. Charles Darwin proposed that human beings evolved from apes. It might seem far-fetched, because for thousands of years apes have coexisted with humans but none of them have evolved into human beings!

Secondly, Darwin was unable to find a link between man and ape, because whenever things develop there are always steps, not jumps. Maybe, just maybe, we have to look for more than just physical evidence.

Interestingly, according to Eastern mysticism, in a very different way, man is evolved from animals - maybe not necessarily as far as his body is concerned, but as far as his being is concerned, yes. And that seems to be more relevant. Eastern mysticism has a theory not that the ape's body develops into a human body, but that an ape's soul or an elephant's soul, or a lion's soul, can develop into a human being. First the soul develops, and then, according to the soul's need, nature provides the body. So there is no bodily evolution, but there is a spiritual connection.
So when Edgar Cayce says that the five races of man (black, brown, yellow, white, and red) were spontaneously created 130 million years ago, i now know the reason behind that.

Thursday, June 04, 2009

Going Vacilando, Redux


Have been staying house-bound for too long, so i wanted to check out this concept from Steinbeck's TwC:
In Spanish there is a word for which I can't find a counterword in English. It is the verb vacilar, present participle vacilando. It does not mean vacillating at all. If one is vacilando, he is going somewhere, but does not greatly care whether or not he gets there, although he has direction. My friend Jack Wagner has often, in Mexico, assumed this state of being. Let us say we wanted to walk in the streets of Mexico City but not at random. We would choose some article almost certain not to exist there and then diligently try to find it.
The HomeTown guy had called saying that something we ordered had arrived, so could we come over and pay the remaining amount (they charge 25%+25%+50%, in phases). Since the guys out there work 11:30-9:30, that was ostensibly the reason for setting out with kiddo.

But i wanted to check out the Canon PowerShot SX110 IS (more reviews in lynx) at Staples as well.


This looked to be VfM (Value for Money or paisa vasool) at ~INR 15,000 and i have been thinking of a 10x optical zoom DigiCam for a while.

So kiddo and i set out in the lovely weather that pervaded after a squall earlier this evening.

However, the Staples guys couldn't be bothered with my query. They were so indifferent that they got my goat, sending all that vacilando out the windo'. The other day, the guy (Srinivas) wrote down my lead for the SX110 IS in a seedy long-ruled notebook. I almost puked. They have all this high-tech gadgetry on sale and not one of them was put to their own use. All the computerization that's visible is of the billing system. The modern version of the cobbler's children having no shoes.

All we need of folks are the following nowadays:
  • Their mobile number
  • Their email ID, which is most of the time subsumed into their BlackBerry, iPhone, and other similar devices.
  • The product they are interested in.
One can set up such a lovely system with a minimal amount of effort. The important thing is to close the loop (with the customer) and i don't see a single high-brow retailer this (east) side of town doing it to the extent of creating customer delight. I am all ready to buy the darn thing and these guys couldn't be bothered with that. What a pity!

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Just this afternoon, one courier guy came to deliver some annual report. He took my signature on a Palm sort of device with a stylus. When he left, i saw that he had come on a cycle! The irony of it all.

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Six Years of Shuttle Badminton


Wow, it's been six years of some great shuttle games at the courts at our Palm Meadows Club. Thanks to all the folks who make the early-morning games so enjoyable and set the tone for the rest of the day :-)

Till 2004, the courts had cement flooring that busted our knees no end; fortunately that changed to some sort of vinyl flooring in JAN.2005.

Playing shuttle on more or less a daily basis is one of the main reasons that keeps my weight under control. They say that one's weight should be between A and B, where:
  • A is the lower end of the range and is one's height in inches (70)
  • B is the upper end of the range and is one's height in cm (176) less 100.
The other day, i checked and it was like 160 pounds (~72.5 kg). Nice.

Here are some vignettes: