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Little he was in the hands of his mother,Till he grew before her eyes,Cute to handsome, his face had changed.Distorted are his thoughts,And young his blood.Short is his sight,Though he wears no glasses.Small is he in life,Though tall he seems to be.Wrong may be his vision,Though he believe it is right.'All that glitter is not gold', they teach him.Yet, he is carried away,By the mirages of the

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How far is dream from fantasy?I don't know the answer yet but I'm sure I'll find out. Or, may be, I know it and I'm just impatient. :)

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Have some fire.Be unstoppable.Be a force of nature.Be better than anyone here,And don't give a damn what anyone thinks.There are no teams here, no buddies.You're on your own.Be on your own. - Grey's Anatomy

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2 years make a full circle. All points so close and yet so distant & all the time converging to form one complete circle. All the seemingly random events forming one coherent pattern. The struggles, confusions, discussions, travels, solitude, silence, laughter - each phase as inevitable and invaluable as it can get.Life's been magical - bringing together people, events, and places that I need the

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In HyderabadHeat waved up in the sky andDown came the rain drops

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This part of the dream is called संकल्प.

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Disclaimer: Author unknown.People like me who come to things like yoga, budhism, and other systems that can help them create a better life often reach a conclusion that they seem to be "sorted out." We live life wearing serene confidence on our sleeves, wearing flowy clothes that will allow us to waft along with life, in disillusion that it cannot touch us anymore. "Ah, we've found peace."All it

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'I know nothing about others.I only love them ardently, fully, unreservedly. In that love I act shamelessly, freely, easily, openly.Whether they feel benefited, degraded, roughed up, or mishandled, I don't care.I enjoy such contacts...I cherish such a life of pure and free love!Your permissions is not askedYour acceptance is not demandedYour approval is not expectedIt is my privilege to love, and

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You know when it's time.

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ഒരു ആയുസ്സിന്റെ പരിചയത്തിനും പരിഭവത്തിനും ശേഷവും പരിചയമില്ലാതെ പിരിയുന്നവര്‍ ധാരാളം. അനിഷ്ടങ്ങളുടെയും അപൂര്‍ണതകളുടെയും താഴ്വാരങ്ങളില്‍ ക്ഷണനേരത്തെ പ്രകാശ ഗോപുരങ്ങളായി, മിന്നാമിനുങ്ങികളായി മിന്നിമറയുന്ന നശ്വരതയുടെ സുന്ദര സ്ഭുരണങ്ങള്‍.നിത്യതയെ അനിത്യത്തിന്റെ കൈക്കുംബിളിലാക്കുവാനുള്ള പരിശ്രമങ്ങളുടെ വ്യര്‍ഥതയെ മനസ്സിലാക്കുന്ന മനുഷ്യജന്മങ്ങള്‍ എത്ര വിരളം?---Many separate as strangers even after a

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There is silence.And more of it.Listen to the words.Waves of syllablesRising and falling Into nothingLeaving nothingMaking way for nothing.There is nothing.Neither more nor less.Just that.Trains of thoughtsAwaiting interpretationTo be boxed.Familiar haste to join the burial ground Of fading memories.Trying to read into nothingness.Futile. Rather inessential.For that is all that there is.

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"Chetta.....Vadakke kotta," I told the driver hurrying into the auto.He was about to start but then turned around and said, "It'll cost you just Rs 4.5 by bus. I'll charge you Rs.30 for this trip.""So?" I asked him since I already knew it."So, you can catch the bus. It'll come in 2 mins," he said directing me to get down. I got out of the auto trying after failing to convince him that I'd been

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Thank you GS, for this day that time.As RK said, let the Anishean ideas flow to the world.It's waiting...so am I.---കാളിദാസന്‍:അേനകം രത്നങ്ങളെ ോപട്ടി വളര്‍ത്തിയഉജ്ജയിനീ...എെന്റ രത്നംകവര്നവലാണ് നീ...നിെന്ന സ്നേഹിക്കാന്‍എനിക്കാവില്ല...ഒരു പ്രക്നാപരാധം:"ഞങ്ങള്‍ ഇന്നുംസ്േനഹിക്കുന്നുപ്രിയെപ്പട്ട ഉജ്ജയിനീനിനക്ക് അഞ്ചു വയസ്സ്..."

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I am writing this after an umpteenth break and with the least knowledge as to when will be the next post.So where was I all this while and what happened?Lots of places and lots of incidents have passed without being scribbled on this space. I should admit that a lot has been happening within as well. I felt I was getting tied down by too many things. So I decided to give myself time to get things

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Inspired action does not demand visibility. Nor does it care about what others think if what is to be done is done.And great shows are merely shows at the end of the day.I've been in both and just witnessed yet another one...

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I recently shifted to a new house here in Hyderabad which is quite far from my office compared to my previous place.I learnt many things while I stayed at my previous place like:1. Living in an area hardly 1 km from the city but devoid of any road can inspire you to jog to office and set up a fitness regime for yourself.2. Moving into a new house and finding the neighbour take out the fan from

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Each one a TeacherEverything a LearningSeek It...

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Each one is irreplaceableNone is inevitableI Love This Freedom!:-)

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In some corner of this corner less world existed an island. The island had nothing but a huge tower on it. At the top of the tower was seen a Mirror facing the horizon. It happily reflected the beauty of the morning sun and the vast expanse of the ocean facing it. Years did not fade its sheen and it continued to reflect all that is. It was a delight for the sailors who passed by the island now

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The Alchemist walked on Over the desert sands. The Wind was strong The Moon was full.An Oasis winkedWith the blink of his eyesFrom distance unknown.Times flew with the windAnd the eyes wandered far and nearFor a glimpse of the lost Oasis.Darkness spread around the worldAnd the weary eyes closed in despairFor the oasis never returned to sight.And before he knewA new light dawnedBefore his eyes.And

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The young lady was out doing what 99% of the fellow species consider to be the most natural thing to do on a weekend - shopping.So, she merrily walked into a shop to look for newer and better things for life. But she was shocked to see who greeted her into the shop - God. She couldn't believe it to be true. God smiled at her and calmly asked what she wanted.God: "What do you want lady?"Lady: "I

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The boy stood silently. A face that reflected nothing and eyes that saw beyond the obvious. He enjoyed the game though it was not his game.The captain came over after the first round.Well played, child.SmileI am sure you are capable of great things.NodHere, have these peanuts. They are tasty.SmileAren't you happy?NodOk...let the game continue.Let the game continue...A Prayer:Play the game but let

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Dramatis Persona:F - Ms.FireflyI - IV - Ms.Vreature (creature with a V)E - Ms.Edible&SomeoneScene-IHi-Toy CityOnce upon a time the Firefly came to know of a really really nice place. It was known as the Plays and Someone told the firefly that it is such a nice place that one must visit it atleast once. The description was sooo nice that she wanted her friends also to see it.So the day was decided

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The Caves The silence of a thousand years ended,The "civilization" came marching in,Flashing lights of ignorance,At the seats of wisdom.The Revelations drowned,In the rising decibels,Of the modern cavemen,As they laughed at the Caveman on the wall.Buddha smiles.© All rights reserved.

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Adventure Club of Google organised a weekend trip to Matheran near Mumbai on August 3rd. And 83 of us went on a wonderful journey to this amazing place.It is the only hill station in Asia where not even cycles are allowed. The only means of travel is either by foot or on horse back. And so we had to walk for about 2.5 kms on our way to the resort. It was a beautiful walk along the toy-train

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Let it dawn...Letting it to dawn...Not letting it down...When it does dawn...© All rights reserved.

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This is a beautiful song from the famous serial Chanakya by Dr. Chandraprakash Dwiwedi.

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The target was found,Aim taken,Bullets ready at hand,Of the shooter,Who treasured memories in it.Bullets sat row by row,Stuck to the reborn wood,Memories intact,After the shoot.Chosen One was loaded,And the gun was raised.The target drew near,Or so did it seem.The shot was fired,And the bullet left the gun.Down did it fall,Duty duly done.The shot was perfect,Or so did it seem,And the shooter

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The FlightThe wind blewAnd the flight flewThrough the cloudsThe mind too flew...The LandingThe flight landedAnd so did the rainThe Earth heavedAnd so did the heart...***

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The Tarot cards had something for me today. I got the link to this site from a fellow wanderer who has this habit of wandering into everything evil, pirate-ish, and uncommon... ;)Well, the fortunes aren't that bad for me anyway.Read on and help yourself. The HierophantDivine Wisdom. Manifestation. Explanation. Teaching. All things

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Once upon a time... SpringA path unfoldedTrying to find itselfClearing the grassAnd paving a Tao anew.CrossroadsPath meets pathsThat are ever nearingThe CrossroadsMaking The CrossroadsAnd melting into it. PauseA brief pauseA loving smileA solemn promiseAnd a silent nod... FallThe Tao moves

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The long awaited story came in yesterday. GS did not disappoint this time too. Haranagut Apartments - Thuruth - अ , उ, म, - ॐ - the story can't get deeper than this.It can be read at different levels ranging from a simple sketch of the random thoughts of a person to the journey of an individual to self-realisation.Let it rain now!!!I promise thee summer after...

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Here is something that I think each time the New Year is around the corner. What is so much 'new' about the New Year?If the tick of that second needle past 12 calls for such a grand celebration and indicate a new beginning, then that happens every 24 hours with the only difference that we are sound asleep at other times. If the change in the digits (date) is the cause for joy then that too

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yippeee.....today Kerala has turned 50 years.

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