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World without women….
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Sep 24, 2008 7:47 pm
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My fingers are confidently typing but my mind is getting intertwined with a simple thought of the world without women. And I am not happy to see the world without women. Because I think life would be a little too unexciting.
I mean, who would care for us? Who would love us? Who would be tender and sensitive to us? Who would comfort us? Who would strongly stand behind to support us? Who would inspire us? Who would complete us? Who would piss us off? Who would help us improve our verbal warfare? Who would let us cheat? Who would give us babies? Most important for me of all is, who would cook for us?
So you see, I could write volumes about the importance of women in this world. But the ultimate truth would be life without women is no fun. They top my list of priorities and I thank them today for being there for us men.
Good day today to all women…
Tj
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Am I flawless???
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Sep 23, 2008 10:19 pm
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I was asked the question by a friendly associate. Until then I had never thought of this. If I have to think about it, I feel I am no different. But I consciously make it a point to guide myself all the time. My awareness is at its best performance and I resist temptations most of the time. But having born a human, zero defect is nearly impossible.
But, thankfully I am not alone. I meet lots of people who constantly keep updating me of their effort to reach a near zero defect level. That inspires me. I was full of flaw, I still am incomplete but I am filling in the emptiness with conscious choosing. I want my future to be predictable. Uncertainty weakens me.
It’s just a thought I put across in words to say that this is how my mind thinks. I could be right, I could be wrong. But I like to thank my new friend for having put a thought in my mind. Thanks.
Good day all,
Tj ……………..
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God sent me a message….
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Sep 20, 2008 6:17 pm
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It was on a Sunday afternoon and I was sitting at the Kuala Lumpur petronas twin tower ballpark. I was in awe looking at the magnificent structure that Malaysia threw to the world. Everything looked perfect. The building, the pretty Chinese and Malay women with their rich partners, kids enjoying the shallow pool to beat the heat, the lush greenery of the park, all perfect to look at.
Having spent two and half years in Malaysia, I learnt a lot that I could not have done if I had stayed back home in India. But for the first time, I felt a little incompetent with my decision of moving out of my county to pursue my dreams. I felt life was too hard on me. I was alone without my loved ones. No one to guide me. All decisions were taken alone with no one to consult. And I had accepted responsibilities which I thought were right for the moment but it was way too low for my abilities.
I was mentally disturbed. My mind looked like a junk yard with mangled thoughts. I knew I had to pay a price for the dream I had but this time the price looked like a dead end. And so I sat really depressed hoping for a sign from god that all my feelings were false and I was on the right track. Then god sent me a message in the most phenomenal way.
A bird (blog pic) flew from nowhere and did its usual routine of picking the food crumbs off the ground. It looked like no big deal for the bird but I was flabbergasted by the pitiable sight of the bird. The bird had a broken lower beak and a mangled left limb. Did the bird know of it? Did it hurt the bird every time it picked food from the ground? You bet. The bird was aware of it and it did not matter for the mighty soul in its small body.
All that the bird knew was to stop sulking and continue fighting. It had found a way to pick food from its broken beak, limp around with support from its wings and listen to its mighty heart all its waking hours. Truly I found myself insignificant in front of the raw spirit of the bird. But I knew it was a sign god sent to show that I had no problems. God had done his job by showing me an example of a fighter’s spirit. And I had learnt a lot from this champion of a bird.
All that the bird wanted to tell me was that, life is immensely satisfying if we do our jobs regardless of the impediments around. Size and spirit of the heart matters while embarking on a passionate journey to our objective. And finally I believe the bird wanted to scream at me saying, “STOP WORRYING AND MOVE YOUR ARSE AS THERE IS NO TIME TO WASTE”.
Little bird made a huge impact on me and god once again helped me with a live example.
Good day all…..
Tj…………………
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Indian movies and its social impact…..
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Sep 14, 2008 6:37 am
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Bollywood, the second biggest film producing industry in the world comes from India. It makes over five hundred movies a year. It is supposedly the most fascinating entertainment industry that has ever happened to Indian audience. The word art is lost. The songs are stereotypical. The actors are talented in no sense. The stories are no where close to reality. Exaggeration is evident in all scenes in a movie. Nothing is relevant to the whole theme of the story. Common sense is completely lost.
The best of the Indian movies are the songs. I don’t understand why we need a song when someone is happy or sad or dead. I remember a movie I watched while I was in my teens. It was an intense scene. I remember a fast moving train on fire. I mean, really roaring fire. But unaware sat people inside and they were singing. And the song was bloody long. And later a small boy identifies the flame enter the cabin. I tell you, it was not like regular flame but it was like a forest fire outside but no one even got a clue that the train was on fire. Lol. And I was wondering, why was the train on fire, how did it start, who started it, and why is that there is no way people can know of the flames and why a bloody song in a situation like this? I felt like an idiot for having paid to watch a ridiculous scene like that.
Our actors and actresses are too idealistic in reality, so to say. But on screen they are guided to do anything but real acting. Like I said, common sense is lost and there is no value to entertainment.
The worst part of this industry is that the youth of the nation are impersonating the actors and actresses and this has become a part of their lives. They walk like the main lead of the movie, speak, act and behave like him/her in real life. The influence is thick and it only needs an Armageddon to break this habit. Fashion, sex, lifestyle, culture and profession are all in some ways related to this entertainment industry.
Millions of dollars are taken from the public on the day of movie premier. The actors are getting richer and richer. The audience is getting more influenced. The status of being a movie celebrity is highly augmented and it is getting inflated everyday. Actors worth two cents are getting paid only because they come from a background of actors.
Now my only question to the audience would be, where do we have our senses locked up? Do we really need to watch them for the sake of entertainment or is it really important for us to believe that movies are a way of life? Will the actors act if they get paid like a regular office employee, with tax deductions and yearly increments? Should we really idolize them?
Some people are hardcore movie enthusiasts. They would probably not agree to me. But I see most awakened souls in India are realizing the insignificance of such an industry. I only wait to see if I find relation in our movies to reality…
Tj
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My mind, a drunken chimp……..but my only hope…..
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Sep 12, 2008 3:50 am
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Sometimes, I wake up stressed in the morning feeling the heaviness and strain from a disturbed sleep. The disturbance is felt all through the day. The unrest is a slow poison which creeps into me. The mind is agitated and nothing impresses me. Nothing really happens that day. Animosity towards the self grows. Every minute is painful. The day is as slow as it can get.
The culprit is my mind. It’s a drunken chimp which has wounded itself of its own prank and is beyond any control. Nothing happens according to the plan. And this becomes a habit. But I need to change this. I cannot let my mind take control of me for long. I need to tame it. I need to break that mind set. I need to wake up from this frustration. It smells bad to be controlled by the mind. The mind is my slave. I am not its puppet. So I wake up.
I stress myself physically. I sweat it out alone in my room. I stretch each and every inch of my muscles. I work out like a maniac. I smash open the walls of the mind which is causing me to fail. I free myself to a life full of hope again. But I know this is a daily routine as long as I do not control my mind. With that I also know that I can conquer my mind. Because I know that my mind is my best companion and my worst foe. I only need to train myself to see the best part of my mind. I need to get close to my dream. And I need to help myself with the only powerful tool I possess. It’s my priceless mind.
Tj…..
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Meditation - my cosmic journey........
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Sep 11, 2008 4:43 am
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After I clean my carpet, I set my time for thirty minutes. I sit in the diamond posture (vajrasana- yoga asana), close my eyes and start to enjoy the silence of my surrounding. All my senses are performing the most basic of their functions as this is my time to rejuvenate my association with the cosmic energy. My breathing starts to get longer and deeper. My focus is to narrow the stream of thoughts over my breathing and eventually get to the state of thoughtlessness.
I feel that my focus is strengthening over each breath I take and my mind is getting calmer by the minute. My thoughts have reduced as my senses are cut off from the physical world. I feel one with the subtle energy of the cosmos. My focus is taken to a zone which is void of all physical elements that surround me. I am now one with the purest form of the energy. My bliss increases as I am the only one in this zone and I have completely detached myself from the physical realm. I do not feel my body, I do not feel my breath anymore, and I do not feel anything worldly. And I am in the exploration mode, finding the form for this energy I see. Yes, I see it through my mind and this makes me a part of the energy. All my human traits are non existent during this process. I am no one. I see the source of the creation, I see the magnitude of the creation, and it’s incomprehensible.
For a good thirty minutes, I set the soul of my futile body to its source. It reconnects, it rejuvenates and then it thanks the source of all creation for giving me another chance to be there. And then my focus gets a little distracted as my body is under severe stress from the posture. My legs are numb and I feel that I have returned to my protective cage again. I feel my breathing increase its pace consistently. I did my day with the rejuvenation and now its only time to get back to my daily schedule. My clock hits the mark and the alarm goes. I rub my palms against my eyelids and slowly open my eyes. I feel sad to have come back to the physical world. But I have another day for my cosmic trip. I stretch my legs. I then go on with my daily schedule.
My only challenge now is to stay connected with the source of all creation, even when I am in the physical realm. But unfortunately, I am an animal of the society. So it takes time to master super control over my senses.
Tj…
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two more minutes of her.........
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Sep 10, 2008 7:44 am
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She sat there with a deep thought in her mind. She was thinking of her world I presume. She did not look like her surroundings mattered to her. And she looked sensitive and uncomplicated. She was a petite woman, with a healthy glow in her eyes. She had a smile involuntarily on her face which reflected the pleasantness in her thoughts. She looked perfect. She held herself in a manner very unique to me. I observed her incessantly.
And then she simply disappeared. She had gone leaving a thumping impact in my mind. Even without her presence, I could see her sensitive and delicate behavior in my mind. I could feel the warmth in her thoughts and I could sense the aura in her eyes. She was perfect and I only wished if I could take another two more minutes of her……
tj
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Bird cage....
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Sep 3, 2008 10:38 am
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You did not take birth within the confines. You did not learn to live within the confines. You were not designed to lead a life within the confines. So, why do you limit yourself to those confines???
You make others happy. You lend your support unconditionally. You teach life to many. You remove frown on faces and replace it with smiles. But now I see that you want to stop being yourself.
Life is not in the confines. Don’t go to that bird cage which is not meant to you. You belong to the open field with no barriers. Stay here with me. Let’s find peace. Let’s find abundance. Let’s find a new world with no limitations.
Stay please. And burn your bird cage.
tj
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I thank you…….for being a thought in my mind.
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Aug 27, 2008 7:41 am
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I have neither seen you nor have I spoken face to face. I sometimes doubt if you are just a figment of my imagination? But regardless of what I doubt, I have found peace with you. I know that when I am lost, I could always find you to help me rest on your shoulder. I find peace thinking of you and I know that you are true… I thank you for being a thought in my mind…
(A part of an Indian folklore)
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why people punish themselves???
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Aug 24, 2008 10:08 am
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many times we see that our emotions take control of us and we act faster than we think. this is human nature. but this cannot be a habit if consciously we change reacting in situations of high stress. out of experience, we have to only respond rather than react.
discretion is key to our actions. if we omit being discrete, then we punish ourselves, or kick ourselves for having made a blunder. all this leads to nothing more than emotional outburst. and we soak ourselves in habits which can damage us. so next time we find ourselves stuck in a confused situation, lets take a moment and think of responding rather than reacting. because, we can always justify our actions to others but we can never convince ourselves. we have the power to create a better day everyday for a peaceful living. lets think and control our emotions. lets pamper ourselves... we are special and we cannot afford to punish ourselves...
think, respond and control the emotions...
tj
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