Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Happy Birthday!!

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Saturday, July 18, 2009

Rightfulness in the face of indifference and arrogance

We live in times where the words "environment" and "meltdown" have taken on a frightening synonymy. We, as a planet, clamor for the two degrees of our rightful coolness in the face of indifference and arrogance at the highest levels and of the highest order. We owe it to all the lives and efforts that have gone into creating this present, to our selves, and to our future to take steps to green minds, to green lives, to create leaders for tomorrow who will not blindly follow the destructive legacies that litter our history books, and to let our children know what a sparrow really looks like.

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Monday, June 29, 2009

Three Immense Division Members

Gandhi King Ikeda – A legacy of building peace

There is much in the world today that appears wrong, that needs correction. Yet, institutions that safeguard human needs and interests are themselves corrupt. It is hardly surprising that then there is a growing sense of hopelessness in society and more particularly in the individual who feels totally effete and isolated. This frustration manifests itself most frequently in acts of violence and destructive behavior and culminates in war.

But even one individual, if he or she decides to stand up can make a difference. This is the message of the exhibition that showcases the lives of Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King Jr. and Dr. Diasaku Ikeda. One is a Hindu the other a Christian and third a Buddhist. They come from different countries and cultures. What links them is the fact that they had a vision, worked towards its realization and determination, despite great obstacles and realised it. What distinguishes their effort is the means – completely non-violent – with which they achieved their goals.

Though Gandhi and King are no more, their vision and ideals live on and are greatly enhanced in the person of Diasaku Ikeda.

The Gandhi/King/Ikeda exhibit is a nationally renowned exhibit extolling humanist virtues and its champions. Originally commissioned in 1999 by Dean Lawrence Carter of the Morehouse College (Atlanta, GA), it has been held at universities across the globe including Delhi University (2005). The photo–exhibit was first mounted in Delhi on March 16, 2002, at the Gandhi Smriti and Darshan Samiti and was inaugurated by Shri Omar Abdullah, the then Hon’ble Minister of State for External Affairs. The exhibition has also been held in Chennai, Thiruvananthapuram, Bangalore, Mumbai and many more cities across India.

Bharat Soka Gakkai (BSG) is the Indian affiliate of the Soka Gakkai International (SGI) an NGO whose over 12 million members based in 192 countries and territories work for worldwide peace through the principles of Nichiren Daishonin’s Buddhist life philosophy. Central to this is the belief that fundamental change in a single individual can bring about a societal transformation.

Taking an initiative in this direction, Bharat Soka Gakkai is bringing the exhibition, “Gandhi, King, Ikeda: A Legacy of Building Peace” to Hyderabad to tell you about what you can make of your life. The fact that it runs all the way up to your birthday is sheer coincidence. The exhibit has 18 panels each in English and Hindi. It is divided into sections that present their lives as they relate to key themes.

Forging Destiny imparts the importance of mentors and the key influences upon each man’s life.

Humanity at the Heart explores their common belief in the innate dignity of humanity.

Principles into Action illustrates how each man was able to translate his principles into dynamic action.

Nonviolence explores the principles of nonviolent action as a way of life and a means to bring about positive change in society.

Adversity and Resistance shows each man’s ability not only to triumph over adversity, but to utilize it to further their growth as humanists.

In addition to the exhibition we will have parallel activities for you to grasp and give way to your creativity toward building a peaceful society. We hope to empower the lives of individuals, particularly the children, and wise men like you, in our area and reinforce the message of the power of one, in Mahatma Gandhi’s words, ‘Be the change you wish to see’.

A splendid time is guaranteed for all.

See you there!!

Scuse me while i go hit the depths for my July fourth up time!!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

come sing with me

ARTIST: Stephen Stills
TITLE: Suite: Judy Blue Eyes
Lyrics and Chords


It's getting to the point where I'm no fun any more
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud
I am lonely

/ D G - D Asus4 A / G - / :

{Refrain}
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
You make it hard

/ D A G Gsus4 / D G /

Remember what we've said and done and felt about each other
Oh, babe, have mercy
Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now
I am not dreaming

{Refrain}

Tearing yourself away from me now, you are free
And I am crying
This does not mean I don't love you, I do, that's forever
Yes, and for always

{Refrain}

Something inside is telling me that I've got your secret
Are you still listening
Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart
And I love you

{Refrain}
...And you make it hard
And you make it hard
And you make it hard

... / D G / / / D - - - /

Friday evening
Sunday in the afternoon
What have you got to lose
Tuesday morning
Please be gone, I'm tired of you
What have you got to lose

/ D - - - / D - G - / - - D - - - / :

Can I tell it like it is
Help me I'm suffering
But listen to me baby
It's my heart that's suffering
Help me, I'm dying to lose
It's dyin' and that's what I have to lose

/ C - / G - / C - / G - D - - - /

I've got an answer
I'm going to fly away
What have I got to lose?
Will you come see me
Thursdays and Saturdays
What have you got to lose

Chestnut brown canary
Ruby throated sparrow
Sing a song, don't be long
Thrill me to the marrow

/ C D / C Dsus4D / CD CD / D7 CD /

Voices of the angels
Ring around the moonlight
Asking me, said she so free
How can you catch the sparrow

Lacy lilting lyric
Losing love lamenting
Change my life, make it right
Be my lady

Do do do do do, do do do do do do
Do do do do do, do do do do
{Repeat bunches}

/ G Am EmC D / :


Que linda me la traiga Cuba
La reina de la Mar Caribe
Quiero solo visitarla alli
Y que triste que no puedo vaya
O va, o va

How beautiful it would be to bring me to Cuba
The queen of the Caribbean
I only want to visit you there
And how sad that I can't go
Oh go, oh go!

Sunday, June 14, 2009

I deleted a post

I just deleted a post as wellwisher's thought it looked pretty elsewhere. So, since I took one away, here is another instead, this one is from Alanis Morrisette.  The jump here is one that has evolved across the months and years as this particular post started picking up visits and time.  So, here goes...

Ok.  Jump.  He he he!

Winners never really gloat, because if one of us loses, we all lose.  Those who lose in a battle always want to go back and win another battle, while those who win a battle want to go back and win another one.  This is from a fourth grader on a TED talk. Google it yourself.

For foodies, the best kebab recipe ever, click here.

For Christians and non-Christians of all shades, if Lent is just over for you, read about my Lent 2011 here.  The post doesn't refer to the developments in Indian current affairs and civil society across the first few months of 2011, since google will suffice.  However, it does record my March madness, and April cruelties.  And if you want to see what came out of it, you will want to visit the writers' pages at Trillium Gallery.  So do read up the Easter leavening, and the poems, and sure leave your comments behind.

Stop jumping.

Here is the substitute post, lyrics from a lover...

Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot-blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight

Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm
Must be somewhat heartening
To watch shepherd need shepherd
But you you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight

Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight

I don't think you unworthy
I need a moment to deliberate



Alanis' body of work is one of the most amazing among singer-songwriters across ages and cultures. I am sure you will cherish your discoveries like I do mine.

Once you are sure you want to look at what looked good elsewhere, click here.  This is what got taken off.

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If you liked this, you may also like my posts on the life and/or work of
Jimi Hendrix
Janis Joplin
John Lennon
Bob Dylan
Paul McCartney
Melody Gardot
Joan Baez 
Do leave your comments and suggestions.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Poem by Brian Trimboli

People who sing are a step away from happiness. Human beings are the only species gifted with speech and melody. We use words to express our selves and to transact as individuals, to differ and to disagree, to discuss and deliberate. We also use words to evoke feelings and emotions. Literature is full of marvelous examples of how words can be used. One of my favorite writers when I was younger was Khalil Gibran. I also liked Antoine de St. Exupery and Richard Bach.
Here is a poem that I liked when I was older.
THINGS MY SON SHOULD KNOW AFTER I’VE DIED
I was young once. I dug holes
near a canal and almost drowned.
I filled notebooks with words
as carefully as a hunter loads his shotgun.
I had a father also, and I came second to an addiction.
I spent a summer swallowing seeds
and nothing ever grew in my stomach.
Every woman I kissed,
I kissed as if I loved her.
My left and right hands were rivals.
After I hit puberty, I was kicked out of my parents’ house
at least twice a year. No matter when you receive this
there was music playing now.
Your grandfather isn’t
my father. I chose to do something with my life
that I knew I could fail at.
I spent my whole life walking
and hid such colorful wings.

For more on Brian Trimboli's poetry and Subho's work at the Trillium Gallery, Woodstock, NY, click here.

Friday, March 6, 2009

Mathura (first) 2009

Some ways of the Internet are difficult to grasp.  This was a post I wrote at the beginning of 2009, after you had visited the playground of Nandlala.  I had not written anything since I am in no way qualified to speak upon the simplest and surest path to oneness with the divine when compared to many others in our shared lives.  Yet, call it Leela or Eroica, Mystic Law or Jeff Beck's Brush with the Blues, this post has been the second highest traffic fetcher, second only to another mystic post where all I wrote was that I deleted a post, since it had content not perfectly suited to a young reader.  There was no way to judge from the traffic sources whether this post was just being monitored by the army and intelligence people to keep our country safe.

On this page, till now, all I had was a picture of two people riding down towards Vishram Ghat on a bike, and a link to the very first letter I wrote to you.  None of those two people on the bike are celebrities, tough they possibly may be having police records.  It is not rare for people to have police records and to be accused of crimes they have not committed.  Neither is the lane the pic was taken in very picturesque nor does it do any justice in capturing the magic of Braj.  And as I saw that visitors were flocking to this page more than any other, I was tempted to write about Mathura, Vrindavan and the Strategic Nuclear Command.  But each time, I was reminded of my inadequacy to speak of such matters and also the fact that you will learn all you need to about the blue god and his embodiment of the mystic law without any help from me. 

I am removing the picture to see if this page still continues to draw the traffic it does.  I am leaving the link below. Do visit.

(First letter here)

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Happy New Year, 2009!


My chocolate prince, my little powerhouse,

This is that wonderful time when the Christmas spirit embraces us all. All around the world, the festive season is on, with Diwali and Dussehra for Hindus, Id for the muslims, Christmas for Christians, and Hanukkah for the Jews. Christmas is supposed to be the day that Jesus Christ was born. A major part of our life and time is spent remembering and celebrating beginnings of cycles. The old year ends, a new one begins. Festivals, fasting ends and feasting starts. Birthdays, you stop being 12 and start being 13. Academic years, you were in class 5, now you are in class 6. Hold, hold, I am getting ahead of myself, which probably explains the books I get for you, and invite strange looks from people!

You have cycles that are longer than yearly too, like decades, and centuries, like the childhood years, teen years, adult years, middle age, etc. You also have shorter cycles that allow us to experience this end-beginning idea. You have seasons, and you know one morning looking out at the light haze in the air and the goosebumps as you touch the tap water, that autumn is gone and winter is here. You have months, and the bill collectors smile at you as you open the door. You have weeks, Sunday night is always followed by Monday morning. You have still shorter cycles, like the day, the sun setting to let you snuggle into your covers and sleep and dream and awaken, stretching, into a new dawn.

Even in the day itself, as our beautiful blue planet turns a full turn on its lopsided axis, there are cycles, you have mealtimes, you feel full and happy, and then you feel hungry. You have times of high energy, and times of reflection and rest. You also have things to do which are also ends and beginnings, you stop playing and you start picking up your toys, you stop coloring, and start reading.
The beauty of the cyclic end-beginning is that it repeatedly gives you an opportunity to mount a fresh departure, to create anew, to experience that which you have never experienced before, to build on your failures a castle of joy and success. It gives you a choice -- what will you do now? Will you create consequences that will become the foundation of your inner strength and happiness? Or will you allow your ego, your greed, and your foolishness to drag you further down into the whirlpool of misery? All that one is today is the result of the actions taken in the past, and each action is a beginning, a birthday of sorts. Some people believe that these past actions can transmit across lifetimes, and some of them can create consequences that are impossible to eradicate. These beginnings can also serve as launchpads for acquiring greater momentum and intensity in our efforts to become who we were meant to be.

At a personal level, we have cycles too, which we can use to continuously propel ourselves towards becoming sources of peace and happiness to the world around us. Our lungs fill up with air, and then when it cant fill any more, it rests for a moment before letting go, breathing out the toxicities from within, somewhat like a factory spewing out dirty and smelly smoke and water. And with the next breath in we are again sending the lifeforce or prana to our organs so that they can celebrate life fully. You have the left-right-left of your feet as you walk, your thighs striding, calves and feet flexing just right for you to be carried forward, a most complex piece of coordination, balanced out by the swinging of your arms and twisting of your trunk. You have the beating of your heart, the lub dub of the muscles contracting and the valves closing and opening, and oxygen rich blood going off to feed your different organ. You have the moment of rest between contractions before the heart starts it work again, for the heart that interval is like the day and night.


End-beginnings are a wonderful time to make a resolve. Resolves are inner commitments that are like seeds, you sow them and put in your effort to make them germinate, water them, protect them from the elements and pests, and wait for the right time, the right weather for them to turn into the expression of your dreams. I resolve this year to become a beacon of hope for all who dream impossible dreams, to make my life a shining example of faith, courage and wisdom. What are your resolutions?

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