Serenity and Bliss
I am back after my trip to Kukke Subhramanya, a magnificent sacred place nested whtin the picturesque hills of the Western Ghats. I was a little hesitant to visit it at first, but I lost my apprehensions once I reached the place.
I really enjoyed watching all the greenery that surrounds this truly unique place. My face and lungs, conditioned to breathing dirty air here in Bangalore, welcomed the atmosphere that bathes Kukke. I am convinced that it is delusion that we lead comfortable lives in our cities. Nothing could be more further from the truth. We live in concrete jungles, with little affection for greenery, and afflict our bodies to the mercy of all dreaful chemicals imaginable.…
The importance of Hope
Enchanted by a Magical Spell
One such character that I have come to meet is Albus Dumbledore.
Happy b’day dear iPod
The classy iPod turned 5 today. Though I got my one of my own just a year back, I cannot but appreciate it every single time that I use it. The iPOD is a testimony to Apple’s creativity and ingenuity, things that are in short supply in their erstwhile competitors.
Not only is the iPOD so sleek and compact, its LCD display interface is crystal perfect. Never mind if I have to recharge the battery more frequently. The first time that I saw a image tag of a song in its entirity on the screen, I was stunned to see such clarity, and that too on such a small scale.…
Some of my favourite people
Don’t Get Lost In The Crowd
You are the one that keeps your dream alive
And you are the one who feels the rhythm deep inside
Do you ever wonder if you can make you fly?
But you will never know, if you don’t really try
There’s so many fast framesQuick cuts and a million stars
Can make you wonder
Can make you dream ahead from the start
When you know your heart and follow your own destiny
Don’t get lost in the crowd
Be the one to be strong and turn heads around
Even from dark to light
You are the spark
You have the fire
You are the heart
Now be a believer
Don’t get lost in the crowd –
– Ashley Ballard
…Make me a channel of your peace
A hymn that amplifies one’s petition to the Maker. In times of change and tumult, and opportunities alike, I need his guidance.
Make me a channel of your peace
Where there is hatred let me bring your love
Where there is injury, your pardon, Lord
And where there’s doubt, true faith in you
Oh, Master, grant that I may never seek
So much to be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand
To be loved, as to love with all my soul.
Make me a channel of your peace
Where there’s despair in life let me bring hope;
Where the is darkness, only light;
And where there’s sadness, ever joy
Make me a channel of your peace
It is pardoning that we are pardoned
In giving to all men that we receive;
And in dying that we’re born to eternal life.…
Rise of a Phoenix
The days have been flying at pace faster than the wink of an eye. Much has happened over the course of the past three years. In fact, quite a lot. There have been many happy moments. Occasions when I’ve been thoroughly satisfied and pleased. Yet there has been a flicker of a thought that says I can and should be doing much better. I’ve always been conscious of this thought. The very fact that it has lingered so long is proof that it has burrowed itself in the deep recesses of my mind.
It was a foolish blunder on my part not to have studied hard and to have made my way into one of the IIT’s.…
The Battle of Mount Behemoth begins
In the quiet ambience of a chamber, lies the Hobbit. Everything in the chamber is in kilter. The pervading calmly atmosphere within its walls hides that which cannot be seen. The Hobbit mills around steadily, careful to keep himself composed but alert. Composed so that he can muster all the energy that he can, alert so that he can channel it to a cause that comes calling.
A spirit of fire blazes within the Hobbit, who has prepared for the task before him. War is looming. This is a war unlike any other, for there are no enemies to slay. The real foe lies within.…
Lead me, Guide
I dont remember the first time that I heard of Pope John Paul II. Must have been in standard seven. That seems such a long time ago if truth be told. Time, as always, just keeps flying and we amble along, unable to slow matters.
Born in the Polish town of Krakov, this humble soul has touched lives like no one else in that capacity, in a papacy that lasted for almost twenty seven years.
My trysts with destiny brought me close to my grandparents. I have seen my grandmother and grandfather in their last years, and by so doing, I’ve been lucky to perceive and witness the thought, temper and innocence of old age.…