Hi Folks,
I am sure you must have read abt this programme by Nicholas Negroponte. If you have been too busy to notice it, this is worth a read.
Abt Negroponte,
Nicholas is founder and chairman of the One Laptop per Child non-profit association. He is currently on leave from MIT, where he was co-founder and director of the MIT Media Laboratory, and the Jerome B. Wiesner Professor of Media Technology. A graduate of MIT, Nicholas was a pioneer in the field of computer-aided design, and has been a member of the MIT faculty since 1966. Conceived in 1980, the Media Laboratory opened its doors in 1985. He is also author of the 1995 best seller, Being Digital, which has been translated into more than 40 languages. In the private sector, Nicholas serves on the board of directors for Motorola, Inc. and as general partner in a venture capital firm specializing in digital technologies for information and entertainment. He has provided start-up funds for more than 40 companies, including Wired magazine.
Abt the programe,
The mission of the One Laptop per Child (OLPC) movement is to ensure that all school-aged children in the developing world are able to engage effectively with their own personal laptop, networked to the world, so that they, their families and their communities can openly learn and learn about learning.
official link - http://www.laptop.org/
I wish that this movement and other indegenious programmes like Simputer make India a better learned place.
official Link - http://www.simputer.org/
Great good luck
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Vote for Taj
Posted on 30th June 2007 at - http://www.saregamapa.rediff.com/votefortaj.html
Taj is a tomb, its an expensive monument, not only in the sense that it was adorned with gems as the folklore goes, but also it costed all the artisans the death of their art.
How can such cruel witness in Indian history be called to be a wonder of the world.
Ok, point 2 for my angst against this 7 wonders campaign is more contemporary.
I got a mail saying are you sleeping, Taj is 100 something in the ranking, and I shld wake-up and do my patriotic bit by voting at the link.
Crap, I would ask the people of India who have access to the internet to pledge rather than vote for better things like 1098 - child help, CRY - sponsor a child and any other ngo.
If India has educated folks even in the rural areas, we might all comeback from across the 7 seas forever, we dont want to comeback just to see the Taj for heavens sake. There are much better things in life.
BTW - has anyone been to Agra lately, has anyone read how the government treats the drinking water source - Yamuna for the people of Agra.
My friends, there are much better things that we all can contribute back if we really think abt.
an educated India will be strong and wise enough to discourage corrupt politicians make our nation inhabitable.
The punchline is if all Indians are educated, there will be 100 million votes than 1 million votes now. Do you think the worldcan stop us then ?
This is really food for thought
God Bless,
Gyani
Taj is a tomb, its an expensive monument, not only in the sense that it was adorned with gems as the folklore goes, but also it costed all the artisans the death of their art.
How can such cruel witness in Indian history be called to be a wonder of the world.
Ok, point 2 for my angst against this 7 wonders campaign is more contemporary.
I got a mail saying are you sleeping, Taj is 100 something in the ranking, and I shld wake-up and do my patriotic bit by voting at the link.
Crap, I would ask the people of India who have access to the internet to pledge rather than vote for better things like 1098 - child help, CRY - sponsor a child and any other ngo.
If India has educated folks even in the rural areas, we might all comeback from across the 7 seas forever, we dont want to comeback just to see the Taj for heavens sake. There are much better things in life.
BTW - has anyone been to Agra lately, has anyone read how the government treats the drinking water source - Yamuna for the people of Agra.
My friends, there are much better things that we all can contribute back if we really think abt.
an educated India will be strong and wise enough to discourage corrupt politicians make our nation inhabitable.
The punchline is if all Indians are educated, there will be 100 million votes than 1 million votes now. Do you think the worldcan stop us then ?
This is really food for thought
God Bless,
Gyani
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Life is straight as a Jeelebi
Hi Folks ,
Adapted from somewhere...amnesia..pls pardon me.
LIFE'S A TEST - AND YOU'RE GRADED ON A CURVE
At age 5, success is... not peeing in your pants.
At age 12, success is... having friends.
At age 20, success is... having a driver's license.
At age 25, success is... having sex.
At age 35, success is... having money.
At age 50, success is... having money.
At age 60, success is... having sex.
At age 70, success is... having a driver's license.
At age 75, success is... having friends.
At age 80, success is... not peeing in your pants.
Prepare your own charts and Guess where you stand now !
Adapted from somewhere...amnesia..pls pardon me.
LIFE'S A TEST - AND YOU'RE GRADED ON A CURVE
At age 5, success is... not peeing in your pants.
At age 12, success is... having friends.
At age 20, success is... having a driver's license.
At age 25, success is... having sex.
At age 35, success is... having money.
At age 50, success is... having money.
At age 60, success is... having sex.
At age 70, success is... having a driver's license.
At age 75, success is... having friends.
At age 80, success is... not peeing in your pants.
Prepare your own charts and Guess where you stand now !
Meditation
Meditation is a focusing of the mind on a single object, creating the cessation of all thought. As thoughts dissipate, the mind becomes quiet, and we are able to be fully in the present moment. The techniques of meditation are simple and easy to learn, but the ability to keep the mind focused takes time, patience and practice. The benefit of a regular meditation practice reduces stress, tension, anxiety and frustration as well as improves memory, concentration, inner peace and whole body well-being.
Simple Yogic Meditation
Sit in a comfortable position, either cross-legged on the floor or in a chair. Sit up tall with the spine straight, the shoulders relaxed and the chest open. Rest the hands on the knees with the palms facing up. Lightly touch the index finger to the thumb. Relax the face, jaw, and belly. Let the tongue rest on the roof of the mouth, just behind the front teeth. Allow the eyes to lightly close.
Breathe slowly, smoothly and deeply in and out through the nose. Let the inhale start in the belly and then rise gently up into the chest. As the breath slows and deepens, let go of any thoughts or distractions and allow the mind to focus on the breath. Feel the breath as it moves in and out of the body, feeling it move through the nose, throat, windpipe and lungs. Feel the body as it rises and falls with each breath. Bring as much of your awareness and attention to your body and breath as possible with each moment. As the thoughts return to the mind, let them go, and return the focus back to the body and breath.
Practice this meditation for 10-20 minutes. To end, gently let the eyes blink open, inhale the palms together in front of the heart, exhale and gently bow. Take a moment or two before moving on with the rest of your day.
Meta Meditation
Use this simple meditation often to create and nurture compassion in your life. This can be practiced in just a few minutes, so try to incorporate it as a part of your daily life.
Come into a comfortable seated position on the floor or in a chair. Sit with the back flat, crown of the head lifted, shoulders relaxed and chest open. Rest the hands in the lap or on the knees. Close the eyes, deepen the breath and release any thoughts from the mind. Gently repeat the following softly out loud or in your mind:
May I be safe from inner and outer harm,
May I be happy and peaceful of heart,
May my body be healthy and strong,
May my life be filled with ease.
Then you may replace the “I’s” to “you” thinking of a specific person, a
group of people or the whole planet.
Finish with a few slow deep breaths, feeling compassion, love and kindness flowing through your body. Take a moment or two before moving on with the rest of your day.
Heart Chakra Meditation
This heart chakra meditation is a simple technique to release sadness and fear and to bring compassion and love into your life.
Sit in a comfortable position, either cross legged on the floor or in a chair. Sit up tall with the spine straight, the shoulders relaxed and the chest open. Inhale the palms together and lightly press the knuckles of the thumbs into the sternum at the level of your heart (you should feel a little notch where the knuckles magically fit). Breathe slowly, smoothly and deeply into the belly and into the chest. Soften your gaze or lightly close the eyes. Let go of any thoughts or distractions and let the mind focus on feeling the breath move in and out of your body. Once the mind feels quiet and still, bring your focus to the light pressure of the thumbs pressing against your chest and feeling the beating of the heart. Keep this focus for one to five minutes.
Next gently release the hands and rub the palms together making them very warm and energized. Place the right palm in the center of your chest and the left hand on top of the right. Close the eyes and feel the center of your chest warm and radiant, full of energy. See this energy as an emerald green light, radiating out from the center of your heart into the rest of your body. Feel this energy flowing into the arms and hands and flowing back into the heart. Stay with this visualization for one to five minutes.
After you feel completely soaked with heart chakra energy, gently release the palms and turn them outwards with the elbows bent, the shoulders relaxed and the chest open. Feel or visualize the green light love energy flowing out of your palms out into the world. You can direct it towards specific loved ones in your life or to all sentient beings.
To end your meditation, inhale the arms up towards the sky connecting with the heavens and exhale lower the palms lightly to the floor connecting with the earth. Take a moment or two before moving on with the rest of your day.
Simple Yogic Meditation
Sit in a comfortable position, either cross-legged on the floor or in a chair. Sit up tall with the spine straight, the shoulders relaxed and the chest open. Rest the hands on the knees with the palms facing up. Lightly touch the index finger to the thumb. Relax the face, jaw, and belly. Let the tongue rest on the roof of the mouth, just behind the front teeth. Allow the eyes to lightly close.
Breathe slowly, smoothly and deeply in and out through the nose. Let the inhale start in the belly and then rise gently up into the chest. As the breath slows and deepens, let go of any thoughts or distractions and allow the mind to focus on the breath. Feel the breath as it moves in and out of the body, feeling it move through the nose, throat, windpipe and lungs. Feel the body as it rises and falls with each breath. Bring as much of your awareness and attention to your body and breath as possible with each moment. As the thoughts return to the mind, let them go, and return the focus back to the body and breath.
Practice this meditation for 10-20 minutes. To end, gently let the eyes blink open, inhale the palms together in front of the heart, exhale and gently bow. Take a moment or two before moving on with the rest of your day.
Meta Meditation
Use this simple meditation often to create and nurture compassion in your life. This can be practiced in just a few minutes, so try to incorporate it as a part of your daily life.
Come into a comfortable seated position on the floor or in a chair. Sit with the back flat, crown of the head lifted, shoulders relaxed and chest open. Rest the hands in the lap or on the knees. Close the eyes, deepen the breath and release any thoughts from the mind. Gently repeat the following softly out loud or in your mind:
May I be safe from inner and outer harm,
May I be happy and peaceful of heart,
May my body be healthy and strong,
May my life be filled with ease.
Then you may replace the “I’s” to “you” thinking of a specific person, a
group of people or the whole planet.
Finish with a few slow deep breaths, feeling compassion, love and kindness flowing through your body. Take a moment or two before moving on with the rest of your day.
Heart Chakra Meditation
This heart chakra meditation is a simple technique to release sadness and fear and to bring compassion and love into your life.
Sit in a comfortable position, either cross legged on the floor or in a chair. Sit up tall with the spine straight, the shoulders relaxed and the chest open. Inhale the palms together and lightly press the knuckles of the thumbs into the sternum at the level of your heart (you should feel a little notch where the knuckles magically fit). Breathe slowly, smoothly and deeply into the belly and into the chest. Soften your gaze or lightly close the eyes. Let go of any thoughts or distractions and let the mind focus on feeling the breath move in and out of your body. Once the mind feels quiet and still, bring your focus to the light pressure of the thumbs pressing against your chest and feeling the beating of the heart. Keep this focus for one to five minutes.
Next gently release the hands and rub the palms together making them very warm and energized. Place the right palm in the center of your chest and the left hand on top of the right. Close the eyes and feel the center of your chest warm and radiant, full of energy. See this energy as an emerald green light, radiating out from the center of your heart into the rest of your body. Feel this energy flowing into the arms and hands and flowing back into the heart. Stay with this visualization for one to five minutes.
After you feel completely soaked with heart chakra energy, gently release the palms and turn them outwards with the elbows bent, the shoulders relaxed and the chest open. Feel or visualize the green light love energy flowing out of your palms out into the world. You can direct it towards specific loved ones in your life or to all sentient beings.
To end your meditation, inhale the arms up towards the sky connecting with the heavens and exhale lower the palms lightly to the floor connecting with the earth. Take a moment or two before moving on with the rest of your day.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Sanatan Dharma facts & links
As promised, this post covers some good links to facts about Hinduism and some decent websites.
enjoy reading and surfing the links.
1) Historical facts about Lord Rama's existence - http://lakdiva.org/aryan/rama.html
2) Lord Rama's conquest to Lanka, Vaanar-sena (army of monkeys) built the bridge connecting India to Sri Lanka satelite images
- http://bbs.keyhole.com/ubb/showthreaded.php?Number=461309
- http://eol.jsc.nasa.gov/scripts/sseop/photo.pl?mission=STS033&roll=74&frame=74
3) Sanatan Dharma -website
http://www.sanatandharm.net/
http://www.hindu.org
http://www.religioustolerance.org/hinduism2.htm
4) Online Magazines
http://www.hindusimtoday.org
http://www.hindunet.org
5) Intresting articles on Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chiranjeevins
enjoy reading and surfing the links.
1) Historical facts about Lord Rama's existence - http://lakdiva.org/aryan/rama.html
2) Lord Rama's conquest to Lanka, Vaanar-sena (army of monkeys) built the bridge connecting India to Sri Lanka satelite images
- http://bbs.keyhole.com/ubb/showthreaded.php?Number=461309
- http://eol.jsc.nasa.gov/scripts/sseop/photo.pl?mission=STS033&roll=74&frame=74
3) Sanatan Dharma -website
http://www.sanatandharm.net/
http://www.hindu.org
http://www.religioustolerance.org/hinduism2.htm
4) Online Magazines
http://www.hindusimtoday.org
http://www.hindunet.org
5) Intresting articles on Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chiranjeevins
Faith
Dharma or Religion is to me a very personal & sacred feeling.
I have seen people of two kinds around me so far, majority being the Being born in a religion and the later minority being the converted.
Conversion is a big issue....a political winning horse for most Indian socio-economic policies and ruling politics.
I wish i can abstain from speaking about it but it would be acting blindfold to things which i can see.
I think the rise of Indian politics will need a seperate thread altogether. so let me continue with my thoughts about Faith.
Faith has different meanings in different religions.
absolute submission to religious beliefs
deliverance or salvation from mortal sins
expectation of the goodness of eden
each religion ultimately preaches the beautiful & noble thought of being dissolved into the supreme power
Sanatam dharma...thats what Hinduism was called earlier..preaches moksha.
Moksha is deliverance or salvation.
The Sacred Bhagwad Geeta is infact a tutorial on the evolution of all living beings ultimately ending in salvation.
No Being honest I have not read the Geeta till now. but i have tried to understand and summarise from various citations & excerpts.
Lord Krsna conveys this message to the bewildered warrior prince Arjuna.
The situation of Arjuna being in a dilema when he confronts his own brethren in a battlefield makes him feel guilty of fighting them.
But Krsna through Geetopdesh summarises to Arjuna that He should do his Karma* (duty)
and his karma at that moment was to win back his country from the illegal occupants - the Kauravas. The Kauravas being his brethren was secondary to his duty.
Coming back to what is the interesting part is the karma factor.
Doing one's duty and not expecting the returns, sounds un digestable in todays world right. well thats what Hindusim preaches. there are many devot hindus much more deeper into knowing the meaning of the Geeta and the various religious rites and their significance who, unfortunately miss this gist.
But thats all fair and Hinduism doesnt object.
Krsna also explained the cycle of birth-death-reincarnation and the ultimate exit of the soul aka moksha.
Various Hindu devots and gurus have interpreted this cycle and have put in their own checks and inferences.
if you do not pray to the God
if you do not practise charity to the preists
if you do not respect your elders
and a lot of other factors...your next birth is that of an animal where you might be either expected to do laborious tasks or be slaughtered for food or even be despied for what you are.
Well, this is in hinduism as preached to me by my peers. maybe i am wrong.
I find similar parlance in other religions which have given to vocabulary like - taboo, sacrilige, etc.
confess your sins & God will forgive you
fear God and ask him for atonement
all sounds similar.
In 1990's when the Ayodhya fever had gripped the Indian sub-continet, some fiery forms of Lord Rama came into being. One of the most famous being Lord Rama crossing the river saryu with his weapons ready for war. people began to associate this image of Rama and the promised mandir (temple) to be the symbols of the Ayodhya cause.
What was interesting was that the painter had add a label(in hindi) to this painting - Bhai Binu Hovey na preet.
which translates to - There is no love without fear.
strange fact but i drew a parallel to what it means to all the promises of religion mean to the rest of the world. which translated by means - You will get God's grace if you fear(respect & have faith in) him.
This is what faith means to me whichever religion it might be, whichever way it preaches its followers to practise it.
If you have faith in your God, then you will love the variety he has created around you and in the end love the man besides you.
May God be with you all the way to your journey towards moksha
Dharma* - Sanskrit defintion for Dharma is contextual and has more than a dozen meanings to it, most commonly referred meaning is Duty.
He who has faith has everything,
and he who lacks it lacks everything.
It is faith in the name of the Lord
that works wonders; faith is life
and doubt is death."
- Sri Ramakrishna
Ps- In my next few post i will try to post some facts on Hinduism, some very interesting links dedicated to Sanatan Dharama.
Keep reading and enjoy.
I have seen people of two kinds around me so far, majority being the Being born in a religion and the later minority being the converted.
Conversion is a big issue....a political winning horse for most Indian socio-economic policies and ruling politics.
I wish i can abstain from speaking about it but it would be acting blindfold to things which i can see.
I think the rise of Indian politics will need a seperate thread altogether. so let me continue with my thoughts about Faith.
Faith has different meanings in different religions.
absolute submission to religious beliefs
deliverance or salvation from mortal sins
expectation of the goodness of eden
each religion ultimately preaches the beautiful & noble thought of being dissolved into the supreme power
Sanatam dharma...thats what Hinduism was called earlier..preaches moksha.
Moksha is deliverance or salvation.
The Sacred Bhagwad Geeta is infact a tutorial on the evolution of all living beings ultimately ending in salvation.
No Being honest I have not read the Geeta till now. but i have tried to understand and summarise from various citations & excerpts.
Lord Krsna conveys this message to the bewildered warrior prince Arjuna.
The situation of Arjuna being in a dilema when he confronts his own brethren in a battlefield makes him feel guilty of fighting them.
But Krsna through Geetopdesh summarises to Arjuna that He should do his Karma* (duty)
and his karma at that moment was to win back his country from the illegal occupants - the Kauravas. The Kauravas being his brethren was secondary to his duty.
Coming back to what is the interesting part is the karma factor.
Doing one's duty and not expecting the returns, sounds un digestable in todays world right. well thats what Hindusim preaches. there are many devot hindus much more deeper into knowing the meaning of the Geeta and the various religious rites and their significance who, unfortunately miss this gist.
But thats all fair and Hinduism doesnt object.
Krsna also explained the cycle of birth-death-reincarnation and the ultimate exit of the soul aka moksha.
Various Hindu devots and gurus have interpreted this cycle and have put in their own checks and inferences.
if you do not pray to the God
if you do not practise charity to the preists
if you do not respect your elders
and a lot of other factors...your next birth is that of an animal where you might be either expected to do laborious tasks or be slaughtered for food or even be despied for what you are.
Well, this is in hinduism as preached to me by my peers. maybe i am wrong.
I find similar parlance in other religions which have given to vocabulary like - taboo, sacrilige, etc.
confess your sins & God will forgive you
fear God and ask him for atonement
all sounds similar.
In 1990's when the Ayodhya fever had gripped the Indian sub-continet, some fiery forms of Lord Rama came into being. One of the most famous being Lord Rama crossing the river saryu with his weapons ready for war. people began to associate this image of Rama and the promised mandir (temple) to be the symbols of the Ayodhya cause.
What was interesting was that the painter had add a label(in hindi) to this painting - Bhai Binu Hovey na preet.
which translates to - There is no love without fear.
strange fact but i drew a parallel to what it means to all the promises of religion mean to the rest of the world. which translated by means - You will get God's grace if you fear(respect & have faith in) him.
This is what faith means to me whichever religion it might be, whichever way it preaches its followers to practise it.
If you have faith in your God, then you will love the variety he has created around you and in the end love the man besides you.
May God be with you all the way to your journey towards moksha
Dharma* - Sanskrit defintion for Dharma is contextual and has more than a dozen meanings to it, most commonly referred meaning is Duty.
He who has faith has everything,
and he who lacks it lacks everything.
It is faith in the name of the Lord
that works wonders; faith is life
and doubt is death."
- Sri Ramakrishna
Ps- In my next few post i will try to post some facts on Hinduism, some very interesting links dedicated to Sanatan Dharama.
Keep reading and enjoy.
Friday, June 8, 2007
Crazy Patents
Hi Folks,
Just came across this site...check the link -
http://www.freepatentsonline.com/crazy.html
No wonder i know what inspires hollywood script writers to make movies like the MatriX - over loaded.
anyways I feel the sum of any sci-fi hollywood movies is..."And America, Saves the world !"
Just came across this site...check the link -
http://www.freepatentsonline.com/crazy.html
No wonder i know what inspires hollywood script writers to make movies like the MatriX - over loaded.
anyways I feel the sum of any sci-fi hollywood movies is..."And America, Saves the world !"
My Friend - Motee Sheem
Hi All,
I have scripted a small story which needs your criticism.
pls reply back with your comments when you have time.
I did this on one lazy rainy saturday, when i had nothing to do but put my nostalgia into e-paper.
hope you all are doing fine.
till then,
Love and regards,
Gyani
"I haven't lost my mind ~ it's backed up on disk somewhere!"
My Friend Motee-Sheem
Preface – This had been my favorite story I had narrated so far. I have tried to key it down as it brings back nostalgia and a sense of happiness to me. It is not meant to hurt anyone and I believe all my alumni would agree with the facts associate with our school.
I had studied in a convent school, a co-ed convent located in an area which had a fair mix of Believers of Christ & the holy mother.
This mix of people composed of East Indians (Marathi speaking Christians), Goan’s, Mangees (people from Mangalore, Karnataka State), Mallus (Malayalam speaking folks from Kerala), Buddhists & a set of Hindus.
The place was called Sahar village, it had houses which had the distinct East Indian look.
A front lawn which had domestic animals like hen, mud soaked pigs, ducks, geese & occasionally few turkeys and horses.
Every such house had a distinct small balcony where you can find Old Uncle Joe in his trademark deshmukh chaddi (striped cotton shorts) and a ganji (vest) sipping some brew.
And yes the brew, All Christians in Sahar gaon (village) do make wine and other liquors. So Uncle Joe may seem to the new comer as the official wine connoisseur.
All homes would definitely have a good music system all blaring songs from Prince, George Michael, Pet shop Boys & bands which you never heard of.
The lingua franca is Konkani and the Hindi is accented, it has given rise to the mumbaiya term called Pau-Walla.
Pau is the local salt bread which forms the daily bread for all folks from Sahar. The bakery is a profitable institute. Opens at 4:30 am and by 6 am there is a huge queue. All the bread is sold out by 7 am.
Ok so much for the surrounding around my school, the school was run by a mission, so had a church, a graveyard and surrounded by trees. The principal would be the strictest & oldest holy person around usually.
Once inside, the huge mammoth gates where shut down and we were literally disconnected from the rest of the world and the now bustling and awake Sahar village.
I was in class 6 when we had 3 kids sharing a bench. A class of 70+ shouting, scratching, fighting, crying students all over from the suburbs of Mumbai.
I shared my bench with Paul & Intikhab…our trio were referred to as the Amar Akbar Anthony of the class.
But we had a bigger group of confederates. This gang wasn’t christened but you can always find one of them setting examples by being punished for breaking rules. Oh yes the rules, our princy had a fetish for rules and they kept growing each day.
The gang all had one thing in common, we wanted to rebel each rule set against us.
One such day when the weather was just fine, a thought came to my mind. During the recess (lunch break) while everyone was gulping from their (or someone else’s) lunch boxes. I said, “Isn’t it the perfect time to be in the outside world?”
Everyone agreed, but was quiet as we couldn’t scale the huge perimeter wall or the huge iron gates.
The situation cried of rebel, I remembered ‘the Abbot’ & ‘Edmund Dante’ plotting to escape from the prison in Count of Monte Christo, which my dad used to tell me every night before bedtime. The story took from November to the next August but I was never tired of it.
I had to bring the gang to spirit. I said, “Intikhab, what do you think, what can we do once we are out in the fields which is behind your home”, Intikhab said, “It’s a lush green ground perfect for Cricket! Alas, it’s been occupied by unworthy buffaloes that graze all the green grass down to the brown mud.”
I said,” Gentlemen, we have to have a cricket match on that ground and legally establish it as a playground, I need volunteers, all who agree raise your hands”
I saw 9 out of the 10 member gang raising their hands with a broad smile reaching their ears, except for Motee-Sheem, and I knew him too well to know why he was looking at his shoes.
O yeah, you haven’t met this friend of mine, the great Motee-Sheem!
Motee-Sheem is from Nepal, he told in his famous brags his family was washed into Mumbai when Mount Everest felt that it has to loose its cold ice cover and take some sun for a change. Nah…no one believed it. But yes one thing is sure, the cold Himalayan ice has blessed Motee-Sheem with a perennial cold. He can be always found with a streak of pale yellow phlegm running down his nose. We used to bet on which nostril would run down when Motee-Sheem came to school everyday.
Think you already have formed a bad image about my friend. No he is very clean otherwise, bespectacled with lenses the thickness of soda glasses which made his small eyes almost tiny to a speck.
He came everyday to school neatly ironed, his creases last till recess, while mine goes off during the mock wrestling matches I had once aboard the school bus.
His shoes are perfectly clean, the official navy blue canvas shoes with no pencil drawings on the front white patch. Though he had not mastered the art of tying shoe laces and always needed a helping hand. He wears the tie the whole day, whereas we end up either strangled or with a tie tucked into our shirt, pretending to be good kids and violating rule with the ties (there were so many cant remember the number).
But yes the only thing which Motee-Sheem can do is make a very serious classroom go berserk. Let me tell you about his divine power.
This happened during our Hindi class; we had a new teacher, Mrs. Agarwal. She had come from Africa (probably after killing all the lions there). She had a bob cut and was fat. She always wore sleeveless which would scare us as she had biceps fatter than that of ‘The Undertaker!’
She would read a poem, give us the poem to be learnt-by-heart as homework (which was mean). The next day she would call everyone turn by turn and make them recite the poem.
If anyone misses a line or fumbles, he/she had a day, the cane would flash...Swish...Swack…whack. then you have to get your calendar ( a record book where teachers wrote their lies about us and which had to be accepted by our parents by signing them…in a way agreeing to correct our mistakes.)
Mrs. Agarwal would then give you not one but two remarks saying homework not done.
Now what’s with the two remarks, rule 567 stated that a student if he gets 5 remarks, he is issued a warning card. His parents have to come and meet Fr Angelo (the principal) and beg before him, slap their kids before him….in all make him smile which is very tough. He smiles only when the student cries. So now that you know about the warning card, two remarks are closer to a warning card. The nerds in our class, the sissies and the girlies would cry. The class soon turned into a crying class.
And it was Motee-Sheem’s turn to recite the poem.
He walked towards the teacher, measuring his steps. Mrs. Agarwal was grinning at him, probably thinking...”Fresh meat”.
He turned towards the class and was still staring at his shoes. Mrs. Agarwal bellowed, “Why don’t you look at your class and read the poem loudly”
Motee-Sheem looked up, everyone was praying that he won’t break down and have a attack of memory loss.
He was about to start reciting, then the miracle happened.
A huge yellow balloon formed under his right nostril and exploded with a phut!
That’s it, the class went wild, Mrs. Agarwal couldn’t stop anyone even as she went on a blind cane trashing rampage.
No one can do that…what a performance…blow a balloon with your nose and explode it!!!
Ok, back to our voting session. Now I had to convince Motee-Sheem and put back his self-confidence. I placed an arm around him; He was the shortest in our group.
And said, “Motee-Sheem how bad it would be for us playing without a great wicket keeper like you.”
That bought a halo over his head, he was floating in air, as someone…someone had finally accepted before the gang that he was a great wicket keeper. Though the gang always felt one who can’t bat nor should bowl be the wicket keeper.
While I was sure that Motee-Sheem can’t escape my bid. I let him alone soaking in the moments of glory.
I turned to the Gang,” When & how, these would be our primary questions for the challenge”
Paul said, “We can play only during school time, the objective of our rebel would be to escape during this time and comeback undetected. So I think recess is the best time, we have 30 minutes of chaos where the teachers don’t have eagle eyes on us”
“Perfect, agreed”, I said.
Intikhab who is known for his analysis said, “There is no way we can scale the perimeter wall. They have reinforced it with broken glass as topping to the ice. So we have to scale the gates and that too the back church gate as the front gate has Kalluram the watchman dozing on it.”
“Hmm, so we have only one option of scaling the church back gate, but I am not sure how many can do that from our gang.” I said.
Roland, one more active member of the gang, who is famous for breaking rules, came out with the solution at the great moment of dilemma. He said,” I agree with Ganesh, no one can scale the gates, be it the main gate or the church back gate. They are too huge. But we can easily wiggle under it. The gates are ½ feet off above the ground, and I think that’s the only way out”
Everyone was beaming at the idea, a true military style escape. Everyone remembered the great escape planned by Sylvester Stallone in the recently aired movie at school called ‘The Great Escape’.
Yes this is going to be our great escape!
Everyone silently voted for the idea. Now we had to get the kit. “No problem” said Paul, “we have a bat, which is the under part of our desk. Ball is easy to sneak through in our school bag. We need pads which I think we can borrow the cardboard from the paper scrap shop. We don’t need a helmet as no one in our Gang can bowl over shoulder length.”
All was set, perfect, the D-day was set. We all went back to our class as the bell for the assembly rang.
Tomorrow was the big day, when I came back to School; I saw a gleam of happiness in everyone’s eyes.
The first 5 periods which were 45 minutes each seemed to look like they were for 45 hours. Everyone was dying in anxiety.
The recess bell rang and we all looked like a charged team reaching glory.
Paul expertly took the wooden bat from under the desk. He also produced the ball from him bag.
We all teamed up behind the church where a group of nerds where discussing bad things like math’s and science over their lunch boxes.
They didn’t notice us nor did we expect them too. We all reached the back gate. The ground was visible from there. I ushered in Paul to be the first volunteer; he lay flat on his belly and crawled like a worm under the huge gate.
Everyone was happy when he reached the other side of the gate and jumped at his new found freedom.
That was it, everyone was scrambling under the gate and the entire gang was outside school into the open free world during school hours for the first time.
The taboo was broken and how easily. What mattered more was not the game but the sheer idea of being out in the open.
The ground was green but not flat. it had mud puddles, buffalo dung and the ball would always be lost each time a fielder missed it. The whole team would spend time searching it. Motee-Sheem was happy. Adjusting his specs each time he took his wicket keeper stance.
Intikhab was bowling, He was a promising pace bowler, and Rolland was on the crease, ready to take the delivery with the crude bat in his hands half raised.
As Intikhab started his run up the situation was tense. Motee-Sheem with his yellow streak of Phlegm was wide eyed and opened his hands wide to collect the ball incase Rolland missed it.
The ball was way wide and Motee-Sheem dived to collect it, no use; the ball zipped past him and went into the shrubs behind him.
Jus then chaos began. The recess bell rang, our freedom tenure was over. We had to go back and join the assembly.
Motee-Sheem was speeding towards the shrubs to get back the ball. The gang had already started helter-skelter towards the church gate.
I was in a dilemma, should I race back to the gate leaving poor Motee-Sheem lost in the shrubs or whisk him back.
I decided to opt for the latter. I ran towards Motee-Sheem who now seemed to be invisible in the shrubs.
I paced across the shrubs to find Motee-Sheem stuck in a mud puddle.
He had tripped and his specs were in the mud and so was he ankle deep.
He was crying and the yellow balloon was blowing each time he took some oxygen to cry aloud.
I pacified him, took his hand and pulled him out of the mud puddle. His left shoe was stuck in the mud; he wanted to get it back. I had to pull him back. So he felt over-powered and crying left his left shoe back in the mud.
Being dragging Motee-Sheem crying was a sorry thing to do, but I had a greater motive and that was to be back in class. Mrs. Agarwal made late comers take 4 canings and one remark.
I couldn’t afford that as I already had 4 remarks in my calendar.
We reached the gates; I had to push Motee-Sheem underneath. He wriggled like a stuck pig to get past. I followed suit.
We reached the class. Everyone was already in except us; we could not take the main door and risk Mrs. Agarwal noticing us. So we decided to sneak past the back door
As we did that Motee-Sheem who had some mud in his leg touched Pinky Das. Now Ms Pinky Das was a real sissy. She would shout and scream at anything and everything.
Motee-Sheem’s mud laden leg touched Pinky and all hell was loose.
She screamed fearing Anaconda had entered the class.
The next moment Mrs. Agarwal pounced upon us.
I knew we were done.
She pulled the struggling Motee-Sheem by his ears, and asked him, “What are you trying to do, hide from me?”
“No, madam, we were searching for Motee-Sheem’s lost eraser” I said, gathering my wits.
“Ok, you could have told me, now get back to your seat fast” She said convinced.
And left us. I could see it in Motee-Sheem’ eyes full of gratitude and thanking me.
Since that day, Motee-Sheem believed me blindly. He sought his savior in me.
This went on till a year and his father was transferred to Delhi. He cried all day and his yellow streaks were obvious from both his nostrils.
I haven’t heard from him after that. But I remember him and the good days we had together. I have told this awesome story to my kid whose favorite character is Motee-Sheem uncle. Hope Motee-Sheem’s yellow streak kids too would have heard the same story as told by him.
I have scripted a small story which needs your criticism.
pls reply back with your comments when you have time.
I did this on one lazy rainy saturday, when i had nothing to do but put my nostalgia into e-paper.
hope you all are doing fine.
till then,
Love and regards,
Gyani
"I haven't lost my mind ~ it's backed up on disk somewhere!"
My Friend Motee-Sheem
Preface – This had been my favorite story I had narrated so far. I have tried to key it down as it brings back nostalgia and a sense of happiness to me. It is not meant to hurt anyone and I believe all my alumni would agree with the facts associate with our school.
I had studied in a convent school, a co-ed convent located in an area which had a fair mix of Believers of Christ & the holy mother.
This mix of people composed of East Indians (Marathi speaking Christians), Goan’s, Mangees (people from Mangalore, Karnataka State), Mallus (Malayalam speaking folks from Kerala), Buddhists & a set of Hindus.
The place was called Sahar village, it had houses which had the distinct East Indian look.
A front lawn which had domestic animals like hen, mud soaked pigs, ducks, geese & occasionally few turkeys and horses.
Every such house had a distinct small balcony where you can find Old Uncle Joe in his trademark deshmukh chaddi (striped cotton shorts) and a ganji (vest) sipping some brew.
And yes the brew, All Christians in Sahar gaon (village) do make wine and other liquors. So Uncle Joe may seem to the new comer as the official wine connoisseur.
All homes would definitely have a good music system all blaring songs from Prince, George Michael, Pet shop Boys & bands which you never heard of.
The lingua franca is Konkani and the Hindi is accented, it has given rise to the mumbaiya term called Pau-Walla.
Pau is the local salt bread which forms the daily bread for all folks from Sahar. The bakery is a profitable institute. Opens at 4:30 am and by 6 am there is a huge queue. All the bread is sold out by 7 am.
Ok so much for the surrounding around my school, the school was run by a mission, so had a church, a graveyard and surrounded by trees. The principal would be the strictest & oldest holy person around usually.
Once inside, the huge mammoth gates where shut down and we were literally disconnected from the rest of the world and the now bustling and awake Sahar village.
I was in class 6 when we had 3 kids sharing a bench. A class of 70+ shouting, scratching, fighting, crying students all over from the suburbs of Mumbai.
I shared my bench with Paul & Intikhab…our trio were referred to as the Amar Akbar Anthony of the class.
But we had a bigger group of confederates. This gang wasn’t christened but you can always find one of them setting examples by being punished for breaking rules. Oh yes the rules, our princy had a fetish for rules and they kept growing each day.
The gang all had one thing in common, we wanted to rebel each rule set against us.
One such day when the weather was just fine, a thought came to my mind. During the recess (lunch break) while everyone was gulping from their (or someone else’s) lunch boxes. I said, “Isn’t it the perfect time to be in the outside world?”
Everyone agreed, but was quiet as we couldn’t scale the huge perimeter wall or the huge iron gates.
The situation cried of rebel, I remembered ‘the Abbot’ & ‘Edmund Dante’ plotting to escape from the prison in Count of Monte Christo, which my dad used to tell me every night before bedtime. The story took from November to the next August but I was never tired of it.
I had to bring the gang to spirit. I said, “Intikhab, what do you think, what can we do once we are out in the fields which is behind your home”, Intikhab said, “It’s a lush green ground perfect for Cricket! Alas, it’s been occupied by unworthy buffaloes that graze all the green grass down to the brown mud.”
I said,” Gentlemen, we have to have a cricket match on that ground and legally establish it as a playground, I need volunteers, all who agree raise your hands”
I saw 9 out of the 10 member gang raising their hands with a broad smile reaching their ears, except for Motee-Sheem, and I knew him too well to know why he was looking at his shoes.
O yeah, you haven’t met this friend of mine, the great Motee-Sheem!
Motee-Sheem is from Nepal, he told in his famous brags his family was washed into Mumbai when Mount Everest felt that it has to loose its cold ice cover and take some sun for a change. Nah…no one believed it. But yes one thing is sure, the cold Himalayan ice has blessed Motee-Sheem with a perennial cold. He can be always found with a streak of pale yellow phlegm running down his nose. We used to bet on which nostril would run down when Motee-Sheem came to school everyday.
Think you already have formed a bad image about my friend. No he is very clean otherwise, bespectacled with lenses the thickness of soda glasses which made his small eyes almost tiny to a speck.
He came everyday to school neatly ironed, his creases last till recess, while mine goes off during the mock wrestling matches I had once aboard the school bus.
His shoes are perfectly clean, the official navy blue canvas shoes with no pencil drawings on the front white patch. Though he had not mastered the art of tying shoe laces and always needed a helping hand. He wears the tie the whole day, whereas we end up either strangled or with a tie tucked into our shirt, pretending to be good kids and violating rule with the ties (there were so many cant remember the number).
But yes the only thing which Motee-Sheem can do is make a very serious classroom go berserk. Let me tell you about his divine power.
This happened during our Hindi class; we had a new teacher, Mrs. Agarwal. She had come from Africa (probably after killing all the lions there). She had a bob cut and was fat. She always wore sleeveless which would scare us as she had biceps fatter than that of ‘The Undertaker!’
She would read a poem, give us the poem to be learnt-by-heart as homework (which was mean). The next day she would call everyone turn by turn and make them recite the poem.
If anyone misses a line or fumbles, he/she had a day, the cane would flash...Swish...Swack…whack. then you have to get your calendar ( a record book where teachers wrote their lies about us and which had to be accepted by our parents by signing them…in a way agreeing to correct our mistakes.)
Mrs. Agarwal would then give you not one but two remarks saying homework not done.
Now what’s with the two remarks, rule 567 stated that a student if he gets 5 remarks, he is issued a warning card. His parents have to come and meet Fr Angelo (the principal) and beg before him, slap their kids before him….in all make him smile which is very tough. He smiles only when the student cries. So now that you know about the warning card, two remarks are closer to a warning card. The nerds in our class, the sissies and the girlies would cry. The class soon turned into a crying class.
And it was Motee-Sheem’s turn to recite the poem.
He walked towards the teacher, measuring his steps. Mrs. Agarwal was grinning at him, probably thinking...”Fresh meat”.
He turned towards the class and was still staring at his shoes. Mrs. Agarwal bellowed, “Why don’t you look at your class and read the poem loudly”
Motee-Sheem looked up, everyone was praying that he won’t break down and have a attack of memory loss.
He was about to start reciting, then the miracle happened.
A huge yellow balloon formed under his right nostril and exploded with a phut!
That’s it, the class went wild, Mrs. Agarwal couldn’t stop anyone even as she went on a blind cane trashing rampage.
No one can do that…what a performance…blow a balloon with your nose and explode it!!!
Ok, back to our voting session. Now I had to convince Motee-Sheem and put back his self-confidence. I placed an arm around him; He was the shortest in our group.
And said, “Motee-Sheem how bad it would be for us playing without a great wicket keeper like you.”
That bought a halo over his head, he was floating in air, as someone…someone had finally accepted before the gang that he was a great wicket keeper. Though the gang always felt one who can’t bat nor should bowl be the wicket keeper.
While I was sure that Motee-Sheem can’t escape my bid. I let him alone soaking in the moments of glory.
I turned to the Gang,” When & how, these would be our primary questions for the challenge”
Paul said, “We can play only during school time, the objective of our rebel would be to escape during this time and comeback undetected. So I think recess is the best time, we have 30 minutes of chaos where the teachers don’t have eagle eyes on us”
“Perfect, agreed”, I said.
Intikhab who is known for his analysis said, “There is no way we can scale the perimeter wall. They have reinforced it with broken glass as topping to the ice. So we have to scale the gates and that too the back church gate as the front gate has Kalluram the watchman dozing on it.”
“Hmm, so we have only one option of scaling the church back gate, but I am not sure how many can do that from our gang.” I said.
Roland, one more active member of the gang, who is famous for breaking rules, came out with the solution at the great moment of dilemma. He said,” I agree with Ganesh, no one can scale the gates, be it the main gate or the church back gate. They are too huge. But we can easily wiggle under it. The gates are ½ feet off above the ground, and I think that’s the only way out”
Everyone was beaming at the idea, a true military style escape. Everyone remembered the great escape planned by Sylvester Stallone in the recently aired movie at school called ‘The Great Escape’.
Yes this is going to be our great escape!
Everyone silently voted for the idea. Now we had to get the kit. “No problem” said Paul, “we have a bat, which is the under part of our desk. Ball is easy to sneak through in our school bag. We need pads which I think we can borrow the cardboard from the paper scrap shop. We don’t need a helmet as no one in our Gang can bowl over shoulder length.”
All was set, perfect, the D-day was set. We all went back to our class as the bell for the assembly rang.
Tomorrow was the big day, when I came back to School; I saw a gleam of happiness in everyone’s eyes.
The first 5 periods which were 45 minutes each seemed to look like they were for 45 hours. Everyone was dying in anxiety.
The recess bell rang and we all looked like a charged team reaching glory.
Paul expertly took the wooden bat from under the desk. He also produced the ball from him bag.
We all teamed up behind the church where a group of nerds where discussing bad things like math’s and science over their lunch boxes.
They didn’t notice us nor did we expect them too. We all reached the back gate. The ground was visible from there. I ushered in Paul to be the first volunteer; he lay flat on his belly and crawled like a worm under the huge gate.
Everyone was happy when he reached the other side of the gate and jumped at his new found freedom.
That was it, everyone was scrambling under the gate and the entire gang was outside school into the open free world during school hours for the first time.
The taboo was broken and how easily. What mattered more was not the game but the sheer idea of being out in the open.
The ground was green but not flat. it had mud puddles, buffalo dung and the ball would always be lost each time a fielder missed it. The whole team would spend time searching it. Motee-Sheem was happy. Adjusting his specs each time he took his wicket keeper stance.
Intikhab was bowling, He was a promising pace bowler, and Rolland was on the crease, ready to take the delivery with the crude bat in his hands half raised.
As Intikhab started his run up the situation was tense. Motee-Sheem with his yellow streak of Phlegm was wide eyed and opened his hands wide to collect the ball incase Rolland missed it.
The ball was way wide and Motee-Sheem dived to collect it, no use; the ball zipped past him and went into the shrubs behind him.
Jus then chaos began. The recess bell rang, our freedom tenure was over. We had to go back and join the assembly.
Motee-Sheem was speeding towards the shrubs to get back the ball. The gang had already started helter-skelter towards the church gate.
I was in a dilemma, should I race back to the gate leaving poor Motee-Sheem lost in the shrubs or whisk him back.
I decided to opt for the latter. I ran towards Motee-Sheem who now seemed to be invisible in the shrubs.
I paced across the shrubs to find Motee-Sheem stuck in a mud puddle.
He had tripped and his specs were in the mud and so was he ankle deep.
He was crying and the yellow balloon was blowing each time he took some oxygen to cry aloud.
I pacified him, took his hand and pulled him out of the mud puddle. His left shoe was stuck in the mud; he wanted to get it back. I had to pull him back. So he felt over-powered and crying left his left shoe back in the mud.
Being dragging Motee-Sheem crying was a sorry thing to do, but I had a greater motive and that was to be back in class. Mrs. Agarwal made late comers take 4 canings and one remark.
I couldn’t afford that as I already had 4 remarks in my calendar.
We reached the gates; I had to push Motee-Sheem underneath. He wriggled like a stuck pig to get past. I followed suit.
We reached the class. Everyone was already in except us; we could not take the main door and risk Mrs. Agarwal noticing us. So we decided to sneak past the back door
As we did that Motee-Sheem who had some mud in his leg touched Pinky Das. Now Ms Pinky Das was a real sissy. She would shout and scream at anything and everything.
Motee-Sheem’s mud laden leg touched Pinky and all hell was loose.
She screamed fearing Anaconda had entered the class.
The next moment Mrs. Agarwal pounced upon us.
I knew we were done.
She pulled the struggling Motee-Sheem by his ears, and asked him, “What are you trying to do, hide from me?”
“No, madam, we were searching for Motee-Sheem’s lost eraser” I said, gathering my wits.
“Ok, you could have told me, now get back to your seat fast” She said convinced.
And left us. I could see it in Motee-Sheem’ eyes full of gratitude and thanking me.
Since that day, Motee-Sheem believed me blindly. He sought his savior in me.
This went on till a year and his father was transferred to Delhi. He cried all day and his yellow streaks were obvious from both his nostrils.
I haven’t heard from him after that. But I remember him and the good days we had together. I have told this awesome story to my kid whose favorite character is Motee-Sheem uncle. Hope Motee-Sheem’s yellow streak kids too would have heard the same story as told by him.
Megalomania
Hi Folks,
I am drenched in my own megalomania..pls excuse if makes u say Ugh !
its been really a boring year till now, none of you have tried to bring out something exciting to think or share abt.
but as ur good friend that i am, i've been constantly trying to improve your petty lives and raise u from your mortal suffering.
one more ancedote from gyani baba..jai bolo !
thought to assign it a title like can i touch u there -dapofied from michael bolt n nuts famous song
wonder did he loose them too, trying to touch her THERE !
Ok now for the Gyanopdesh.....
You can sometimes hide your thoughts and actions from others. Yet you cannot hide them from yourself (and me...many of u know i have telepathy).
The person you are becoming is always watching the person you are right now. The genuine image you have of yourself tomorrow depends on the actions you watch yourself taking today. (so better be good to me from now on)
The person you will be, is always watching the person you are. And what you sincerely think of yourself, based on what you see, will play a major role in the quality of your life. (i told ya improve your life dont just go to the nearest lifestyle outlet)
The confidence with which you live next month will be based on the integrity of the actions you take this week. Think for a moment what a grand opportunity that represents.
You have the ability, with your thoughts and actions in this very moment, to become precisely the person you most truly want to be. With each little step you take, you're building the future character with which you'll live.
The qualities of your life that matter most are not in any way left to chance. They're yours to develop and strengthen every moment, even now, as you watch yourself grow.(or me watching you grow..hehehe)
love and regards (even though u all hate me for the spam i send..lol)
see u all in May if possible, reservations accepted (pls pay by master or visa only) from all my fans, no garlands and no over crowding at the airport please.
Gyani
Nobody travels on the road to success without a puncture or two. - excerpts from The Divine Sidhusims
I am drenched in my own megalomania..pls excuse if makes u say Ugh !
its been really a boring year till now, none of you have tried to bring out something exciting to think or share abt.
but as ur good friend that i am, i've been constantly trying to improve your petty lives and raise u from your mortal suffering.
one more ancedote from gyani baba..jai bolo !
thought to assign it a title like can i touch u there -dapofied from michael bolt n nuts famous song
wonder did he loose them too, trying to touch her THERE !
Ok now for the Gyanopdesh.....
You can sometimes hide your thoughts and actions from others. Yet you cannot hide them from yourself (and me...many of u know i have telepathy).
The person you are becoming is always watching the person you are right now. The genuine image you have of yourself tomorrow depends on the actions you watch yourself taking today. (so better be good to me from now on)
The person you will be, is always watching the person you are. And what you sincerely think of yourself, based on what you see, will play a major role in the quality of your life. (i told ya improve your life dont just go to the nearest lifestyle outlet)
The confidence with which you live next month will be based on the integrity of the actions you take this week. Think for a moment what a grand opportunity that represents.
You have the ability, with your thoughts and actions in this very moment, to become precisely the person you most truly want to be. With each little step you take, you're building the future character with which you'll live.
The qualities of your life that matter most are not in any way left to chance. They're yours to develop and strengthen every moment, even now, as you watch yourself grow.(or me watching you grow..hehehe)
love and regards (even though u all hate me for the spam i send..lol)
see u all in May if possible, reservations accepted (pls pay by master or visa only) from all my fans, no garlands and no over crowding at the airport please.
Gyani
Nobody travels on the road to success without a puncture or two. - excerpts from The Divine Sidhusims
Welcome
Hi Folks,
Thanks for visting my blog.
I have been plunking a lot of thoughts (sometimes crazy) and spamming all my friends for the past decade.
I think i'm getting too lazy nowadays and wanted to group all my previous posts in one place.
And where would i find a better place to pile my sh...oops...thoughts...
yes you got it right (no prizes for guessing)
The posts might not be all contemporary, but they are impressions & experiences of my journey so far.
Hope you enjoy reading and i would really appreciate your comments.
God Bless.
Gyani
Thanks for visting my blog.
I have been plunking a lot of thoughts (sometimes crazy) and spamming all my friends for the past decade.
I think i'm getting too lazy nowadays and wanted to group all my previous posts in one place.
And where would i find a better place to pile my sh...oops...thoughts...
yes you got it right (no prizes for guessing)
The posts might not be all contemporary, but they are impressions & experiences of my journey so far.
Hope you enjoy reading and i would really appreciate your comments.
God Bless.
Gyani
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