Tuesday, 2 October 2007

peals from elsewhere...: Innovation and Acceptance

"Resistance is futile. Acceptance is the only way forward. Is it? "
(asks DK Matai a global risk specialist)

Robert Tucker on innovation:

'If you don't innovate, someone else will'

innovation is the process of coming up with ideas and bringing them to life. Any time you come up with an idea and implement it, you have essentially innovated. Not all ideas are commercially viable but, nevertheless, they are innovations.In business, the commercial viability of an innovation is of supreme importance.

in a corporate scenario, innovation is essentially of three types:
  1. Product innovations, like the i-Pod or Post-It notes
  2. Process innovation, when you come up with a new process that reduces time or cost or makes you reach from point A to point B faster: Toyota and Tata are continuously making process innovations.
  3. Strategy innovation: Air Deccan, for instance. A couple of years ago it looked at low-cost airlines across the world, picked some of the best practices, and then made itself.
People by nature are creative, but you as an organization need to be able to tap it. Employees are either being creative at their work place or are going home to their sports, passions, interests and spending their creativity there.

the time between your implementing an idea and it being copied by competitors is the real life span of an innovation.

The story of Kevlar

Ideas can be implemented badly or they may be not be commercially viable, but there is nothing called "bad" innovation. Many times, an idea may be just ahead of its time.For instance, DuPont invented Kevlar, which is 10 times stronger than steel, many, many years ago. At the time tyre manufacturers, who were approached with the product, were not very keen. The product was not used for many years, until the company found new uses for it. Today, Kevlar is used by people who work with glass, oyster-opening gloves are made of Kevlar, armies and police personnel around the world use Kevlar vests, embassies of many nations have Kevlar curtains draped on their walls... So Kevlar was not a bad innovation. It was just not used correctly.

A company is the result of its ideas. When the leadership shows serious intent for innovation, it percolates to all levels and you build a culture of innovation. Behaviour that gets rewarded gets repeated.





Turning Wine into Water

Graham Brown sings:
.....................
And once upon a time you turned the water into wine
Now on my knees I'm turning to you father
Could you help me turn the wine back into water
............................

It is an earnest prayer of an alcoholic desiring to break out of that gripping habit...

Sunday, 30 September 2007

The life of Ants: A visual story


"All the best work is done the way that ants do things --
by tiny but untiring and regular additions."

-Lafcadio Hearn-

My new Ant Visual-story at: http://flickr.com/photos/bencap

Wednesday, 26 September 2007

MENDING WALL: Robert Frost


"Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence." (MENDING WALL, Robert Frost )

Monday, 24 September 2007

Chak De! India claim thrilling Twenty20 win

India claim thrilling Twenty20 win
India claim thrilling Twenty20 win
India claim thrilling Twenty20 win'
India claim thrilling Twenty20 win
India claim thrilling Twenty20 win

"Sometimes winning is everything"

we were waitng for this moment!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank You for making this so memorable........

Sunday, 23 September 2007

Intimate Experiences:

Creation would have been such an intimate experience to God.
For even today men and women share it with no less reduced intimacy.

In intimacy the breath becomes life,
Just as god breathed life into the nostrils of Man.
That Man is the face of Humanity,
Humanity altogether is the face of God,

What would that breath of God would smell like?
In ‘Song of Songs’ the lovers find it as the fragrance of apple.
Breath of God in the fragrance of an apple
“thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one bead of thy necklace”

Saturday, 22 September 2007

Struggling to make history

(A certain old Cretan Captain, now a shepherd received a citation inscribed on a parchment in the red and black letters, congratulating him on his acts of bravery and declaring him a hero)

“What is the Paper?” He asked the messenger with irritation.
“Did my sheep get into somebody’s Wheatfield again? Do I have to pay damages?”

The messenger unrolled the citation joyfully and read it aloud.
“ put it in ordinary language so I can understand. What does it mean?”

“ It means you are a hero. Your nation sends you this citation so you can frame it for your children”
The captain extended his huge paw.
“give it here”
Seizing the parchment, he ripped it in shreds and threw it into the fire beneath a caldron of boiling milk.

“Go and tell them I didn’t fight to receive a piece of paper. I fought to make history”

(Liberty: Report to Greco, Nikos Kazantzakis)

Sometimes we forget that we all struggle to make history,
for the convenience of piece of paper though it may be in the form of a currency, of a certificate!!!!

Enter through the Proper door

It is essential to enter the right place through the right way.

Sometimes we fail to enter the Old Testament , through the right door.
That door is Christ Jesus, it is only through him we grasp the unfolding of the divine mystery of the Old Testament.

If we fail to enter through that ‘Christ – Door’, The old testament will be a fairy tale, full of beautiful gardens, dreams, the devil, angels, and lot of other fascinations….everything except salvation.
The New Testament will then become a place where nothing new really exists, just an uninteresting travelogue.

Do not fail the scriptures…. Enter through the right door (Christ),
read in the correct light (Holy Sprit).

Friday, 21 September 2007

Quietness: Rumi ( Sufi poetry)

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.

Become the sky,
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.

Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.

You're covered with thick cloud.

Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you've died.

Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.

The speechless full moon
comes out now.


www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2nYZSoIMY8

let us hear the bird

“Be quiet, sir, Be quiet let us hear the bird”
cries little Nikolas to his master Periander krasakis

“A little madness is the grain of salt which keeps good sense from rotting”

(Report to Grecco- Nikos Kazantzakis)

Wednesday, 19 September 2007

theo jansen: the new creator



http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theo_Jansen
http://www.strandbeest.com/
http://www.strandbeestmovie.com/

I know these links will speak more and better about this wonderful atrist: Theo Jansen.
seeing is believing
http://www.seeingisbelieving.ca/

The Road to Emmaus: Christ Experience

They had a personal knowledge about Jesus, and were curious about the things that happened in Jerusalem those days.
( we all have personal interest in Jesus)

Through out their journey they had the presence of the Word of God, which they later explained as a heart burning experience.
( we have read the scripture and experienced the divine touch of it at least in the minimum)

But they could experience Jesus only at the table when he broke the bread.

( But all these individual interest and knowledge of the scripture is not enough..., one should dare to be incorporated to the body of Mystical Christ, The church.
Experience him in the Eucharist. )


Christ experience = Personal search + Holy Scripture + Holy Eucharist
( if you miss anyone, dare to incorporate it quick……no shortcuts to grace.)

Monday, 17 September 2007

The Hush of heaven

How to listen to the hush of heaven?

I know Hugh Prather has a saying on it.
I have read it in his book “
Spiritual Notes to myself”.
I searched the pages again…for almost three days!!!
No way ..i cant find it.
It seems like a fairy tale…
You read it at one time and miss to find it another time…
I am waiting for the ‘hush of heaven’


:::The Hush of Heaven:::

nirvana...Kahlil Gibran

“Yes,
there is Nirvana;
it is in leading your sheep to a green pasture,
and in putting your child to sleep,
and in writing the last line of your poem”

:::Kahlil Gibran:::



Saturday, 15 September 2007

This is how Mat experienced ‘Life of Pi’


"Dear Mat,
I know, you will be surprised by this post, if not shocked.
You may even shout at your mom…
Please don’t be the either….
You have a great sense of words and expression.

And when you make it big in the home of words,
Remember that it is me ,who published (stealing!!!) you first.

Love,
Ben."

(Please read this brilliant essay by Mat, on Yann Martel’s Life of Pi.)

Although the novel was required reading for my tenth grade Language Arts class, I find the theme of Yann Martel’s Life of Pi to be a solid guide to living one’s life. (I don’t discount the importance of this book because I did not discover it myself; instead, I value its message even more highly, considering the serendipitous encounter.) The novel stresses the idea of embracing numerous philosophies and of respecting all points of view to come to a better understanding of one’s self and one’s world. In a broader sense, this message can be applied to all corners of life: the main character’s desire to understand different visions of his world can be interpreted as a feeling of discontent with limiting himself to any singular lifestyle. Between these two ideals of well-rounded open-mindedness and uninhibited ambition lies all that I aspire to be. Before reading this novel, I was a strictly academic student. Afterwards, I found a calling in various other activities, from volunteer work to athletics. And although engaging in new experiences can prove a daunting task that can stretch a person thin, I approach each task with great resolve and commitment, while ignoring the fear of putting myself in a position where I may always struggle to succeed in the wake of others’ triumphs.

Fully applying myself on a difficult project of any kind creates a sense of satisfaction that fuels my desire for success in every activity. The feeling of having done something impressive is almost an addiction for me, and I am consistently fascinated with the amount of success attainable through the proper use of hard work.

Regardless, I cannot assume full credit for my accomplishments. Although I take pride my undertakings, and I believe strongly in a stringent work ethic, I realize that I am fortunate enough to be in a position where I can succeed. I find that accrediting oneself alone for accomplishments derived from natural talents is hopelessly arrogant; I am not personally responsible for my intelligence, I merely utilize the resources I was born with to the best of my ability. And so many people have had a hand in my development: a supporting family, inspiring teachers, close friends. In considering these factors, I have concluded that I am in debt to these people and others, and that squandering any opportunities I have to benefit others by engaging in selfish endeavors would be truly disappointing, even morally objectionable. So ultimately, I hope that years of hard work will result in a career where I can do just this, to repay the world for all the good fortune it has given me, because anything else would be a massive waste of potential

The magic of Bible : The story and the storyteller

We never let any story to remain uncompleted.
and that is the magic of the Bible.
He told it al in the forms of parables and stories.
Now, even after many millennia, we feel the fascination
A fascination to narrate and to listen to stories…

Stories are ‘Repeated Grace’.
We have listened to the gospel stories quite a lot of time.
But hey have a magic within them;
Each time they transport to the realm so different.
Sometimes surreal, sometimes so tangible
It varies… and it is in that variety the magic lies…

Often we talk about the storyteller fashioning the story
But, at times is the other way around.
The storyteller is moulded by the story he tells.

The Bible is all about the stories and the storytellers…
Moulding and creating us all anew…
Let the stories make better the storytellers…

Nikos Kazantzakis: Three prayers

  1. I am a bow in your hands, lord. Draw me. Lest I rot.
  2. Do not overdraw me, Lord. I shall break
  3. Overdraw me, Lord and who cares if I break!

Friday, 14 September 2007

When Grace Never Delays:

It takes a pristine sense of time to obtain graces.
Having been forced to delay for the nuptial ceremony for a couple of hours, by traffic congestion
the bride and the bridegroom reached the chapel, very tense and their glued to the Gothic clock on the wall.
But, they were greeted with a graceful welcome, assuring them of Graces that will never go delay.
It was from the timely thoughtfulness of a patient minister.

This indeed is one of the greatest blessings in life to have such an assurance of timely graces.
Whenever and wherever you are in need of a divine intervention,
Believe it, the angels of heaven will reach you in time.
Angels never delay…

Tail end:
We should have two clocks in the churches.
One for the pastor to be aware of,
and the another for the congregation to be beware of.

From the Reading Desk: Nikos Kazantzakis and the Divinely Despair

God is the most resplendent face of despair. ,
the most resplendent face of hope.
You are pushing me beyond hope and despair,
Grandfather, beyond all age-old frontiers.

Where?
I gaze around me,
I gaze inside me.
Virtue has gone mad, geometry and matter have gone mad.
The law-giving mind must come again to establish a new order, new laws.
The world must become a richer harmony

( Nikos Kazantzakis, Report to Greco)

Monday, 10 September 2007

Why the butterflies refuse to fly away?

Nature at its uninterrupted best knows no fear. Chasing a group of butterflies, the other day, was a fresh experience. It was not a typical wild area, but really a calm, serene, and secluded area in this vast rubber plantation near to my stay. I could sit close, point my macro lens so close, as if almost touching them…but they refused to fly away… They never bothered about my presence. My friend Joyson too shares a similar “ butterfly effect” that occurred to him while filming at the Alpine ranges in Venice. Nature at its undiluted and unpetrified best , knows no fear. Mel Gibson’s latest film “Apocalypto” too reels on this subtle aspect of fear. Fear is death.

All scriptures ask men to be bold.
The Bible asks us not to be afraid
Krishna asks Arjuna the same,
Buddha asks his disciples the same,
Prophet Mohammed exhorts his followers the same.)
Scientists also asks us the same
(http://www.sciencenews.org/articles/20040117/bob9.asp).
Okay fear not…..do dare, for nature at its best is fearless

Friday, 7 September 2007

Stealing the sun and moon

today we shall reach an agreement
that we will never steal each other
of our sun and moon,
of grace and wisdom.

Also we promise each other,
even if everything else fails
we will not fail each other.

And if we see, everything is lost,
we promise each other
to evolve ourselves...
into a new sun, moon, wisdom and grace.

Yes! we will evolve...
lest we all will be lost,
groping in the endless darkness...

Wednesday, 5 September 2007

The children of heaven”

“ The children of heaven” an Iranian Movie directed by Majid Majidi, tells the story of two kids who struggle to grow up in the limited situations. The boy participates in a footrace in order to win the ‘third’ place. It was his haunting need of the moment to have a decent pair of shoes, and the third prize was a pair of shoes!!!

We should strive for only those successes that matter us the most. We shall not force ourselves, out of sheer instinctual compulsion of the “survival of the fittest’’. All our success should really benefit us.

Friday, 31 August 2007

Tomb of Jesus: where is it?

I was searching for the tomb of Jesus on the internet land
I find this interesting data from net….
Kashmiries will fight with Japanese…for sure..hahahah

My general search tag:
http://www.google.com/search?client=opera&rls=en&q=tomb+of+jesus

‘Titanic’ Director has his own discovery:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/6397373.stm

Kashmir friends want to have Jesus tomb amidst them at any cost:
http://www.tombofjesus.com/2007/home.html

But Japan is not to be left behind, they too have Jesus’ tomb:
http://thiaoouba.com/tomb.htm


Now read a theological study by Dr. William Lane Craig:
http://www.leaderu.com/offices/billcraig/docs/tomb2.html

My dear Jesus, It never matters me to locate and struggle for your empty tomb so much more than experiencing you….

Thursday, 30 August 2007

The art of loving: Erich Fromm

"Most people see the problem of love primarily as that of being loved rather than that of loving, of one's capacity to love."

Is love an art? Then it requires knowledge and effort. Or is love a pleasant sensation, which to experience is a matter of chance, something one "falls into" if one is lucky? This little book is based on the former premise, while undoubtedly the majority of people today believe in the latter.

Not that people think that love is not important. They are starved for it; they watch endless numbers of films about happy and unhappy love stories, they listen to hundreds of trashy songs about love -- yet hardly anyone thinks that there is anything that needs to be learned about love.

This peculiar attitude is based on several premises which either singly or combined tend to uphold it.
Most people see the problem of love primarily as that of being loved rather than that of loving, of one's capacity to love. Hence the problem to them is how to be loved, how to be lovable. In pursuit of this aim they follow several paths. One, which is especially used by men, is to be successful, to be as powerful and rich as the social margin of one's position permits. An-other, used especially by women, is to make oneself attractive, by cultivating one's body, dress, etc. Other ways of making, oneself attractive, used both by men and women, are to develop pleasant manners, interesting conversation, to be helpful, modest, inoffensive. Many of the ways to make oneself lovable are the same as those used to make oneself successful, "to win friends and influence people." As a matter of fact, what most people in our culture mean by being lovable is essentially a mixture between being popular and having sex appeal.

A second premise behind the attitude that there is nothing to be learned about love is the assumption that
the problem of love is the problem of an object, not the problem of a faculty. People think that to love is simple, but that to find the right object to love--or to be loved by--is difficult. This attitude has several reasons rooted in the development of modem society. One reason is the great change which occurred in the twentieth century with respect to the choice of a "love object."

(from the book "the art of loving")


Risking it for a Stigmatist:Fr. Zlatko Sudac

I know I will be risking my Analytics ratings….
But I post this.
I am sure 50% of my friends will be interested in this…
40% will be annoyed…
and 10% will not be affected at all…

pls follow the link below:
http://www.stjeromecroatian.org/eng/frsudac.html to read about Fr. Zlatko Sudac,
( what is Hype and happening?)

I do not advocate or promote… I just point at..

Tuesday, 28 August 2007

Thank You readers



This  is  to say a big thanks to all those friends out there 
who visit this little blog.
Thanks to al who have pointed their feed readers
 to my blog.
The Analytics report makes me more encouraged, 
and a bit more conscious 
about what i scrrible here...

Thank YouVery Much!!!!

Sunday, 26 August 2007

Gregory Colbert: Ashes and Snow

“When I started Ashes and Snow in 1992, I set out to explore the relationship between man and animals from the inside out.”
—Gregory Colbert

Canadian-born artist Gregory Colbert began his career in Paris making documentary films about social issues. Filmmaking led to his work as a fine arts photographer, and the first public exhibition of his work was held in 1992 at the Musée de l’Elysée in Switzerland.

For the next ten years, Colbert showed no films and exhibited none of his art. Instead, he travelled to such places as India, Burma, Sri Lanka, Egypt, Dominica, Ethiopia, Kenya, Tonga, Namibia, and Antarctica to film and photograph wondrous interactions between human beings and animals.

In 2002, he launched the Ashes and Snow exhibition in Italy at the Venice Arsenale, a 125,000-square-foot shipyard owned by the Italian navy.Built in 1104, the Arsenale was originally used to construct and launch boats to sea via the Venetian canals. Ashes and Snow was the largest solo exhibition ever mounted in Italy. The interior architecture of the Arsenale provided an ideal setting for the exhibition, and served as the model for the Nomadic Museum, which debuted with the opening of Ashes and Snow in New York City in March 2005. The museum then travelled to Santa Monica in January 2006, and Tokyo in March 2007.

More than 1.5 million people have attended the show since its debut in Venice, Italy. The project has been embraced by both the general public and a critical audience. Gregory Colbert received the 2005 Lucie Award for Curator of the Year for the Ashes and Snow installation at the Nomadic Museum in New York and the 2007 THEA Award for Outstanding Achievement in a Museum or Touring Attraction.

Colbert continues his expeditions and the development of Ashes and Snow.

Narrow gates

"Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. 14But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it."

In Some places narrow gates are a must.
“ Enter through the narrow Gate” exhorts the bible.
We live in a world which never believes in doors…
It always asks us to ‘Open Up’

But Have you ever noticed that all the important places are well protected with ‘narrow entries’
Yes! Entry to the places that contain valuables, are always restricted.
You enter through a narrow door that helps Scrutiny
It helps us to know and regulate who enters in and goes out…

Your life is a precious thing before God.
Protect it by keeping some narrow doors of gifted discernment.

Ask the Holy Spirit for it…
He will enlighten you.




Through the eye of a needle: part-2

Sometimes gods lets camels through the eye of a needle.
The birth of nations from Father Abraham was such…
The journey of Israel from Egypt to canan was such…
The birth of Lord Jesus was such…

But miracles never limits themselves in the pages of bible.
It happens in our lives too.
Be open minded, in complete hope and faith.
Trust that things can happening your lives too.
Then, believe me, camels will begins to walk through the needle eyes…..


Through the eye of a needle:

Through the eye of a needle:

I thought that I will write about this here too.
But I searched the net…and found this interesting poem with the same title
By Stephen Mitchell in April 1991 issue of ‘Theology today’

So pls read it first….I can write later…

Through the Eye of the Needle
By Stephen Mitchell

The camel catches his breath, wipes the sweat from his brow. It was a tight squeeze, but he made it.

Lying back on the unbelievably lush grass, he remembers: all those years (how excruciating they were!) of fasting and one-pointed concentration, until finally he was thin enough: thaumaturgically thin, thread-thin, almost unrecognizable in his camelness: until the moment in front of the unblinking eye, when he put his front hooves together. Took one long last breath. Aimed. Dived.

The exception may prove the rule, but what proves the exception? "It is not that such things are possible," the camel thinks, smiling. "But such things are possible for me."


Read more at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_Through_the_Needle's_Eye

Wednesday, 22 August 2007

I am the dawn; and the new day Begun;

New Journey: Celtic woman

I am the dawn; and the new day Begun;
I bring you the morning; I bring you the sun;
I hold back the night and I open the skies;
I give light to the world; I give sight to your eyes;
From the first of all time, until Time is undone,
Forever and ever and ever and ever,
And i am the Dawn and the Sky and the Sun -
I am one with the One, and i am the Dawn.

I am the dawn; and the new day Begun;

New Journey: Celtic woman

I am the dawn; and the new day Begun;
I bring you the morning; I bring you the sun;
I hold back the night and I open the skies;
I give light to the world; I give sight to your eyes;
From the first of all time, until Time is undone,
Forever and ever and ever and ever,
And i am the Dawn and the Sky and the Sun -
I am one with the One, and i am the Dawn.

Sunday, 19 August 2007

Only God can make a tree

“I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tre
e”

Joyce Kilmer (American Writer, 1886-1918)

Papal trees to be chopped down
By WILLIAM J. KOLE, Associated Press Writer
Tue Aug 14, 11:11 AM ET


VIENNA, Austria - They were planted to honor one pope. Now they're being purged for another.

Four stately lime trees ceremoniously planted near a popular Roman Catholic shrine in 1983 for a visit to Austria by the late Pope John Paul II are being uprooted to make way for a large grandstand for next month's pilgrimage by Pope Benedict XVI.

Environmentalists have criticized the action, but church and municipal officials are playing down the trees' significance.

"This shows the hypocrisy of the church," said Lambert Schoenleitner, a regional spokesman for the environmentalist Green Party in the southern province of Styria.

Schoenleitner believes nature should be revered as much as faith and doesn't think trees should be sacrificed for an event that will last just a few hours.

Organizers say the trees must go to make room for a 52 1/2-foot-high steel grandstand to accommodate some of the thousands of pilgrims who will flock to the shrine town of Mariazell, 60 miles southwest of Vienna.

During his Sept. 7-9 visit, the seventh foreign trip in his two-year papacy, Benedict will make a stop in Mariazell to mark the 850th anniversary of its founding.

Officials conceded that a few more trees might have to be felled for the pope's stop in Mariazell, which the Archdiocese of Vienna considers the highlight of his visit. Up to 30,000 faithful are expected to converge on the shrine to the Virgin Mary.

"Environmentalists have already been calling" to express their displeasure, hotelier Klaus Kloepfer told the Austria Press Agency on Tuesday.

Kloepfer, who owns the Schwarzer Adler Hotel, said local businessmen are unhappy that the trees are coming down — and are just peeved in general over all the preparations.

The four limes were planted to decorate Mariazell's main square for John Paul's first visit to the alpine country. John Paul made two other trips to overwhelmingly Catholic Austria in 1988 and 1998. He died in 2005.

Municipal and diocesan officials in Mariazell played down the controversy over the trees, insisting they are not being cut down solely for the pope's stop but as part of a general makeover of the plaza.

"The church does not sacrifice trees," Paul Wuthe, a spokesman for the papal visit, told the Catholic news agency Kathpress.

Benedict's visit will be his first to Austria as pope, though the German-born pontiff was a frequent visitor as a cardinal.

The pope also will meet with diplomats accredited to U.N. and other international organizations in Vienna, stop by a monument to Jewish victims of the Holocaust, celebrate a Mass at Vienna's St. Stephen's Cathedral and visit the Heiligenkreuz abbey outside the capital.

Mariazell Mayor Helmut Pertl told the Kleine Zeitung daily he thinks the fuss is completely overblown.

"If this was my biggest worry, I'd be pretty happy," he said.

Thursday, 16 August 2007

Genius and Madness

Creativity and mood: The myth that madness heightens creative genius.
By:Hara Estroff Marano

There may be a link between creativity and mental disorders, but it is probably not in the way that you think. There is a widespread highly romanticized belief that madness somehow heightens creative genius among artists, writers, and musicians. And that may be because we romanticize the idea of artistic inspiration.

As with mental disorders, there is something mysterious and unexplainable about the creative process. But all significant creative leaps have two very important components—talent and technique. By far the most universal and necessary aspect of technique is dogged persistence, which is anything but romantic.

Psychologist Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, best known for his work on flow, has spent four decades studying the creative process. He recounts the experience of sculptor Nina Holton. "Tell anybody you're a sculptor and they'll say, 'Oh, how exciting, how wonderful,'" Holton told him. Her response to such comments: "What's so wonderful?" Then she explains that being a sculptor is "like being a mason or a carpenter half the time." She finds that "they don't wish to hear that because they really only imagine the first part, the exciting part. But, as Khruschev once said, that doesn't fry pancakes, you see. That germ of an idea does not make a sculpture that stands up. So the next stage is the hard work. Can you really translate it into a piece of sculpture?"

Even acknowledged creative geniuses find that endurance must follow intuition. Einstein's ideas were not worked out in a day. It takes a great deal of discipline, and often many bouts of trial and error, to work out an idea. Follow-through is critical to the realization of an idea. Discipline is not a hallmark of minds in the throes of emotional distress. "Despite the carefree air that many creative people effect," says Csikszentmihalyi, "most of them work late into the night and persist when less driven individuals would not."

Even having ideas can take a great deal of discipline. Robert Root-Bernstein is another long-time observer of the creative process. "If the writer doesn't sit at the computer every day," he points out. "The muse is not going to visit."

Nevertheless, some forms of emotional distress are more common among writers, artists and musicians. Serious depression strikes artists ten times more often than it does the general population. The link, however, is not creativity. Artists are more likely to be self-reflective and to ruminate, to mull things over. And that thinking style—as opposed to creativity itself—is a hallmark of depression and commonly leads to it.

Evidence that madness does nothing to heighten creative genius comes from a study done by psychologist Robert Weisberg. He studied in detail the creative output, along with the letters and medical records, of composer Robert Schumann, who was known to endure bouts of manic depression that drove him to attempt suicide.

Indeed, Schumann wrote a great deal of music during his manic intervals. But quantity is one thing and quality is another. Truly creative people are not just capable of producing novelty; they must have the ability to tell a good idea from a bad idea. Weisberg found that Schumann's compositional output indeed swelled during his manic years, but the average quality of his efforts did not change. To judge compositional caliber, Weisberg relied on an objective measure: the number of recordings available of a given work.

When mania struck, Schumann wrote more great pieces—but he also turned out more ordinary ones, too. Mania "jacks up the energy level," Weisberg points out, "but it doesn't give the person access to ideas that he or she wouldn't have had otherwise."

It's entirely possible, Weisberg notes, that the elevated rates of mental disorders among artistic geniuses comes about as a result of the creative lifestyle, which hardly provides emotional stability. Many artists struggle against poverty and public indifference in their lifetime. And if they do indeed produce works that are acclaimed, they could succumb to the overwhelming pressure to live up to their earlier successes.

What's more, says Csikszentmihalyi, the openness and sensitivity of creative people can expose them to suffering and pain. As electrical engineer Jacob Rabinow told him, "Inventors have a low threshold of pain. Things bother them." And yet, few things in life bring more satisfaction and fulfillment than the process of creation.

Tuesday, 14 August 2007

Via Crucis: A must-watch video

Please, please watch this movie by Eric Forrest on the persecution of Catholics in China. It is a dramatization that so powerful it will have you reflecting on all that we take for granted in the free world, especially the freedom to get up, walk out the door and go to Mass, or to be absolved of our sins, or to get baptized.



special thanks to Deacon Greg Kandra

Sunday, 12 August 2007

:::::world's greatest photograph and camera:::::

Finished Size: 07'-5" X 31'-5"; 3,375 square feet.
Image size: 28 feet x 108 feet, 3,024 square feet in a single, seamless piece of fabric
Photograph type: black and white negative image with a gelatin sizing and a hand-coated silver gelatin emulsion
Subjects depicted in the photograph: the MCAS El Toro control tower, twin runways, and heart of the future Orange County Great Park, with a backdrop of the San Joaquin Hills and the Laguna Wilderness
Location: former Marine Corps Air Station El Toro, Irvine, CA
Camera location: Bldg: #115, a former fighter plane hangar that served as a helicopter hangar for the Seaelk squadron during its final days.
Camera size: 44'-2" feet high by 79'-6" feet deep by 161'-6" feet wide.
Materials used to darken the airplane hangar to make it into a camera:
24,000 square feet of six mil black viscuine
1,300 gallons foam gap filler
1.52 miles of two-inch wide black gorilla tape
40 cans of black spray paint
Fabric base of the photograph: single seamless piece of unbleached muslin specially ordered from Germany
Total weight of fabric and rigging: 1,200 pounds
Aperture size: one-quarter inch (6mm) pinhole—no lens or optics were used
Aperture height: 15 feet
Date of emulsion coating: July 7, 2006
Emulsion: 80 liters of Rockland Liquid Light—a gelatin silver black and white sensitizer hand-painted onto the fabric under safelight illumination. Emulsion applied on July 7, 2006.
Date of exposure: July 8, 2006 at 11am
Exposure time: 35 minutes beginning at 11:30 a.m. July 8, 2006
Developing materials: 600 gallons traditional B&W developer, 1,200 gallons fixer
Developing “tray”: Eight mil vinyl pool liner contained by a wooden sidewall-114 feet X 35 feet X 6 inches deep
Print Wash: Twin 4.5 inch fire hoses connected to a pair of hydrants tested at 750 gallons-per-minute

Sanctioned by the Guinness Book of Records as the World’s Largest Camera
Sanctioned by the Guinness Book of Records as the World’s Largest Photograph


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O! the people of my motherland!
Raise all the slogans you desire,
This is a great day for us all,
Hoist your beloved tricolor,
But don't forget on the border,
The brave did lose their lives,
And remember each great soldier,
Who did not return home ever,
O! the people of my motherland!
Shed a few tears,
For those who martyred on ice,
Remember their great sacrifice!
When injured was the Himalayan might,
Our freedom was in jeopardy,
Till their last breath did they fight,
And then laid their dead body,
Resting their head on the soil,
Sacrificed and slept immortal,
For those who martyred on ice,
Remember their great sacrifice!
When the country celebrated Diwali,
They played the bloody game of Holi,
When we were sitting safe at our homes,
They dealt with deadly bullets and bombs.
Blessed they were those soldiers,
Blessed were their youths,
For those who martyred on ice,
Remember their great sacrifice!
Some Sikh, some Jaat and Maratha,
Some were Gurkha or Madrasi,
But each soldier who died on the border,
Was a brave Hindustani.
The blood that stained the mountain,
That blood was that of an Indian,
For those who martyred on ice,
Remember their great sacrifice!
With blood their body was drenched,
Yet they lifted their rifle and aimed,
One killed tens of the enemy,
Then fell down unconsciously.
When the final moment came on,
They said they will die now,
Be happy! O beloved of the nation,
We embark on eternal journey now,
How great were those patriots,
How great was their pride,
For those who martyred on ice,
Remember their great sacrifice!
Don't you ever forget their glory,
So I narrate this noble story,
For those who martyred on ice,
Remember their great sacrifice!
Victory to India!, Victory to her army!
Victory to India!
Victory to India!
Victory to India

Saturday, 11 August 2007

Crossing the Tiber: (republished material)

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This morning, I stumbled across this good piece from a Tyler, Texas newspaper, about the conversion phenomenon commonly known as "Crossing the Tiber" -- when Protestants become Catholic. With some prominent Americans -- including a presidential candidate -- among those who have crossed that river to Rome (symbolically, if not literally), the paper decided to investigate what it means.

They uncovered some rich conversion stories:

When Lori Harris, 49, tried to express what it meant to become a Catholic after being raised in the Church of God of Prophecy, she got tears in her eyes. The buoyant former missionary and home-school teacher was momentarily and uncharacteristically speechless.

"I can't explain it," she finally said in a high, squeaky voice as tears appeared. "I started taking communion as a kid. We even made the flat bread at home for use in our church."

But something was missing from her years as a Protestant Christian, she said. She turned to the Catholic Church and said she found "a deeper expression."

"I saw that through the Eucharist, the (Catholic) church was holding a form and holiness that Protestants simply do not," she said. "There was a deeper understanding of the sacrifice of Christ on the cross."

Mrs. Harris was the daughter of a nonbeliever who was "called to preach" upon conversion in his mid-20s. She was 5 years old.

"Daddy preached in Argo at a small church of about 50, and momma played the Gibson guitar at worship time," she said. "We had the gifts of the spirit, of course, at the church. We prayed for healing for everyone who came to us. We had a jar of (anointing) oil by the door at home for anybody who walked in with a need. We had no medicines at home. We believed in God to heal us. We believed in miracles. I still do. We kids sat in the pews until we fell asleep during late-night revival meetings. Church was our life."

After studying Catholicism for "about three years," she came to Catholicism in 2007. The "Tiber" was popularized by (R.R.) Reno in his book, "In The Ruins of the Church," explained Mrs. Harris.

"The Tiber River is in Rome, but it really means to the crossing over from Protestantism to Catholicism," she said. "I crossed the Tiber on Good Friday of 2007."
There's more, much more, so wander back to the link and continue. We who have grown up in the faith tend to forget just how meaningful it can be to those who are newly arrived. It's good to be reminded of that.


Posted by Deacon Greg Kandra

Friday, 10 August 2007

St.Clare of Assisi is not a shadow of Francis

From Clair’s“Letters to Agnes of Boehmia”

"Place your mind before the mirror of eternity!
Place your soul in the brilliance of glory!
Place your heart in the figure of the divine substance!
And transform your entire being into the image
of the Godhead Itself through contemplation.
So that you too may feel what His friends feel
as they taste the hidden sweetness
that God Himself has reserved from the beginning
for those who love Him"
(3LAg 12-14 ).

Sometimes we are forced to think of Mother Clare as if completely overshadowed by the person and vision of St.francis of Assisi. But this is not to be counted that way. Reading through the sources, there is a strong sense of independence of Clair’s vocation. Francis never wanted her to be a shadow of his. She was such an elegant woman, whom God blessed with pristine discretion to be own her own on the path to Jesus. We cannot for the great regard and inspiration that was between Francis and Clair. But we should not make them dependent in any way. They both had their own ways, though those were almost identical. But we should never oversee the distinctness of graces. Together they complemented and completed the Franciscan ideal.

Remember Clair in no way a shadow of Francis, she had her own light, inspired and guided by Francis.

Wednesday, 8 August 2007

All the king's horses and all the king's men


“Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again”.

In our brotherhood, we had the discretion to keep many words below the breath level. Even when forced to utter those, we all knew in all the frankness of the truth and charity that they really discredited our integrity, tranquility and credibility. But yet we had those terms in our gleeful secret talks wherein we talked much and reduced ourselves to mean persons. ‘Small people talk about people...’, as Tobias S. Gibson observes and we know it out of experience. But we always knew how and where to limit ourselves. But recently the things turn the other way, I am afraid.

The talk is about the’ kings’ and ‘kingmakers’, put in black and white with a request for a display on the boards. I do appreciate all the people of character who dared not to place ‘those’ on exhibit, solely because they could recognize that such scraps do not belong to our notice boards, which is indeed a part of tradition ( I know how much value and respect a piece of paper commends, when mounted on our common board, from not so long past experiences….), but to the Paper Shredder machine, so that not even a naughty servant boy should peep into it when he takes it to the burning place.

For heaven’s sake, please don’t transfer personal problems into the entire community. Do not transfer your problems to us, dividing the serenity of the people with whom you share your life in commitment to those three graces. Everybody has their own angels to struggle with, just as Jacob of the Old Testament had. It is such a demanding struggle, that one to come through as a victor. Please do not rob us of our angels and replace devils to wrestle with. Please be charitable enough not to overburden us.

We may be able to term some as ‘kings’ due to their service responsibilities or childish fancies. We all wanted to be the ‘prime players’ all the time during our childhood games. Some people ever refuse to grow up from those infantile obstinacies, due to their wronged notions of self worth. But they are all excellent people, except that they can see others only in pro or con categories. We should all be sensible enough to save those people of their blinded visions, by not joining party to them, in all the charity and space that suits the gospel we believe and preach.

Please remember and be sure that there are no “kingmakers” or “people induced by geographical location of birth”, clamoring for ‘local’ justice. All such ‘local’ dreams shatter the universality of our vocation ideal. But as to be expected in any society, there are a few ‘person-turned-puppets’ dancing to the tunes they themselves so unfamiliar with. They are all wonderful people, except they are so insecure and dependent. We should be charitable enough to extent our understanding and try to bring them back to the knowledge of self-worth. They just need to feel secure.

Someone is there, forcing his insecurities upon us…
Someone is there, making us serve his selfish designs…
Someone is there, telling a lie, in guise of truth…
Someone is there, hiding amidst us, dividing us with all false promises…

Be brave and believe, there is nothing that cannot be solved, if you really want it.
If you want a solution you can have it in all the grandeur and dignity of peacefulness.
If not, you will stay forever as a problem…
Remember nobody really appreciates a problem, though they may tolerate it for some time…






Sunday, 5 August 2007

To touch the face of God

Scriptural journey through the Psalms need a fair bit of adventurous mind and attitude. If you ever dared to scale the mountains (however small it may be...), risked the forest foliage paths, and followed the streams, you are in most probability to understand better the language of the Psalms. When it sings of mountains, green pastures and streams, you will feel it in the best way possible then.

John M.Scott, S.J writes elaborately about this in “Touching the Face of God”. He writes beautifully about the Yosemite “ is a ballet of mountains standing on tiptoe. It is a symphony in stone with sentinel peaks rising like exclamation points in surprise over their own agility. It is a rhapsody of delight in granite monoliths that soar into the zenith as though they never heard of the law of gravity.”( ‘To God on skis’).

It all need the courage to leave the plains and to ascend in pursuit of visions and experiences higher… yes it is time to say good bye to the valleys… do dare to move up….closer to the heavens as near as possible….

Wednesday, 1 August 2007

My Jotting board: Alfred Adler in a breath…

The master of Individual psychology: I(the individual and the society)

Break away from Freudian notion of Sexual motivation and instincts as determining human nature

Stress on the Dynamics of the whole Family (sibling position. Sibling rivalry, Family constellation)

“STYLE OF LIFE”
Basic helplessness of all the children
Feelings of inadequacy
So the act of compensation or/and of over-compensation

Boy-feminine nature as sister gets more attention,
Shouting nature as father/mother who shouts more wins often the situation,
Delicate child: more care when sick.


The development of “MISTAKEN STYLE OF LIFE”: so they never learn from mistakes

Fear of failure, and the more fear of his/her test of adequacy


link for more info: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfred_Adler

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

If you have little time pls listen to this track from "A New Journey" (2007) by celtic woman


Are you going to Scarborough fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine

History of this song: http://www.geocities.com/paris/villa/3895/
watch 'celtic woman' perform it: www.youtube.com/watch?v=_45W-Lq7ftw

Saturday, 28 July 2007

celtic women

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

www.celticwoman.com

vatch video on youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=70IHIrvAO_w

thanks to joyson.

from "Chief Seattle's Letter To All THE PEOPLE"

"Every part of the earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people.

We know the sap which courses through the trees as we know the blood that courses through our veins. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the dew in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and man all belong to the same family.

The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred. Each glossy reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father"

Thursday, 26 July 2007

i am back

"Because the best of the world lies in the smallest and the most inconspicuous…
Because reality is more enchanting than the fantasy…
Because magic lies in what you already have."

(this is from the literature on CGH Earth hotles.)



Thursday, 19 July 2007

Harry Potter and the deathly hallows

The two men appeared out of nowhere,
a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane.
For a second they stood quite still, wands directed at each other's chests;
then, recognizing each other, they stowed their wands beneath their cloaks and started walking briskly in the same direction.

"News?" asked the taller of the two.
"The best," replied Severus Snape.

The lane was bordered on the left by wild, low-growing brambles, on the right by a high, neatly manicured hedge. The men's long cloaks flapped around their ankles as they marched...........

The Dark Lord Ascending
welcome to Harry Potter......

washing my hands...

Good things, when short, are twice as good. -Tom Stoppard

Actually what I try is to be ‘twice good’ as Stoppard says,
and not that I mince myself, here.
So when someone out there force himself/herself to word their blog, in all protest to my ‘apparent elegance forgery’ (yes… I know ‘you’ will read it for sure),
I am helpless,… not that I am answerless, but I am just keeping silence to save your magnamania….

Bon Voyage (bôN' vwä-yäzh')….ahhahaha

Wednesday, 18 July 2007

When The Night Feels My Song


"When the night feels my song
I'll be home, I'll be home
When the night feels my song
I'll be home, I'll be home"

Yes, this time it is a Jay Malinowski of Bedouin Soundclash Band captivating me...
Take time to listen ....realy interesting blend of music...
Dear
purist-musicians here, are you listening??????

Band homepage





Friday, 13 July 2007

"Sacred Moment" a prayer by Paulo Coelho

Lord, protect our doubts, because Doubt is a way of praying. It is Doubt that makes us grow because it forces us to look fearlessly at the many answers that exist to one question. And in order for this to be possible…

Lord, protect our decisions, because making Decisions is a way of praying. Give us the courage, after our doubts, to be able to choose between one road and another. May our YES always be a YES and our NO always be a NO. Once we have chosen our road, may we never look back nor allow our soul to be eaten away by remorse. And in order for this to be possible…

Lord, protect our actions, because Action is a way of praying. May our daily bread be the result of the very best that we carry within us. May we, through work and Action, share a little of the love we receive. And in order for this to be possible…

Lord, protect our dreams, because to Dream is a way of praying. Make sure that, regardless of our age or our circumstances, we are capable of keeping alight in our heart the sacred flame of hope and perseverance. And in order for this to be possible…

Lord, give us enthusiasm, because Enthusiasm is a way of praying. It is what binds us to the Heavens and to Earth, to grown-ups and to children, it is what tells us that our desires are important and deserve our best efforts. It is Enthusiasm that reaffirms to us that everything is possible, as long as we are totally committed to what we are doing. And in order for this to be possible…

Lord, protect us, because Life is the only way we have of making manifest Your miracle. May the earth continue to transform seeds into wheat, may we continue to transmute wheat into bread. And this is only possible if we have Love; therefore, do not leave us in solitude. Always give us Your company, and the company of men and women who have doubts, who act and dream and feel enthusiasm, and who live each day as if it were totally dedicated to Your glory.

Amen

Wednesday, 11 July 2007

What the Romans Didn’t Know: Flip Flippen

personal constraints

Law 1. We all have personal constraints.
              And there are more than ten! Some are “hireable,” like employing a highly-efficient assistant to keep your disorganization from becoming fatal. But others are “owned constraints” such as low self-control and not being able to maintain effective relationships. You can’t hire someone to care about your employees on your behalf. One of my clients actually suggested this as a solution!

Law 2. You can’t rise above constraints that you don’t or won’t address.

We are blind to some of our biggest constraints. But we also tend to cling to some obvious constraints that stare back at us in the mirror—a common one being stubbornness. If you think, “I’m not stubborn!”, you probably are.

Law 3. Our personal constraints play themselves out in every area of our lives.

They are with us 24/7 (sort of like mosquitoes in a Texas summer). At work, at home, and anywhere in between. And they affect those around us.

Law 4. Personal constraints are role-specific.

Behaviors leak into every compartment of our lives but become constraints only when they get in the way of attaining specific goals. High aggression can be beneficial in competitive sports but disastrous in social interactions (or in a library!).

Law 5. Those with the least personal constraints…WIN!

It’s not necessarily the most talented or the hardest working that win but rather those who remove their most impacting constraints. Go, underdogs!

To be our best, we can—and must—learn how to minimize our behavioral constraints while maximizing our strengths because real success demands more than talent and ability.

Wednesday, 4 July 2007

The wonderful universe: Roy Abraham Varghese

Today an excerpt from an international best seller by a keralite.
This indeed is a wonderful book…buy/borrow/grab/steal a copy of it….

“Great scientific minds, from Isaac Newton to Albert Einstein to Stephen Hawking, have in fact recognized that the universe is indeed an invention, the invention of infinite Intelligence. As these scientists see it, science becomes especially exciting if we recognize its true mission as the study of an invention generated by an infinite Mind. Einstein said that it is the cosmic religious experience that is the strongest driving force behind scientific research.

To grasp the
inventedness of the world, we need to both reflect on the big picture and look at the universe as if we were seeing it for the first time. Now you’ve described this as a poetic vision pre-dating science. Let me remind you that many of the greatest modern scientists were driven more by the beauty they
discovered in the structure of the world than by any other consideration.
Richard Feynman, for instance, said that truth can be recognized by its beauty and simplicity. The poets have much to offer as well. William Blake talked of seeing a world in a grain of sand. Gerard Manley Hopkins sought the dearest freshness “deep down things.” These may have been pre-scientific intuitions, but they seem to me perfectly compatible with all that we’ve learnt about fields, particles and space-time.”

(The Wonder of the World By Roy Abraham Varghese)
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http://www.thewonderoftheworld.com

I Can Read Your Mind

This time the question comes from a cocky young man.
“So can you can read my mind?”

He must be very very clever, otherwise how can he say such a stupid thing?
He just says it to annoy me.

Only very recently did I come to realize that I was the stupid one.
Of course, I can read people’s minds. And it’s not just psychologists who can do this.

We all read each other’s minds all the time. How else are we able to exchange ideas and create culture? But how do our brains enable us to enter those private worlds hidden in the minds of others?

I can see the edges of the universe with a telescope and I can see the activity in your brain with a scanner, but I can’t “see” into your mind. The mental world, we all believe, is quite distinct from physical reality. And yet in everyday life we are at least as much concerned with other minds as we are with physical reality. Most of our interactions with other people are interactions between minds, not between bodies.

You are learning about my mind by reading this post.
I am hoping to change the ideas in your mind by writing this blog.

Tuesday, 3 July 2007

The art of Mirroring and matching

The most popular way to create rapport is to use mirroring and
matching. This technique copies a naturally occurring process. When
you observe two people who are in love you will see that their
movements almost copy each other’s. They often ‘finish each other’s
sentences’.

When it is taught, one is encouraged to mirror the
movements and behaviour of the person with whom they are
communicating.
If they are seated opposite a person and the person
moves their left hand, then the student subtly moves their right
hand. If the head is tilted to the right, the student tilts their head to
the left. In this way a person is almost seeing a reflection of
themselves in the student.

This process is developed in ever greater detail. So the student will
notice the rate and depth of breathing of the subject. They will notice
the movement of the diaphragm and match it. As the breathing is
matched it makes it easier to match the rates of speaking.
The matching process is extended to the speech patterns being used
by the subject. So the words and sentence structure is also matched.
If the subject expresses themselves in a certain way then the student
states their ideas using the language of the subject.

When all the mirroring and matching techniques are combined they
are very powerful.
The subject is being ‘hit’ at many non-verbal
levels by congruent communications. This is the 93 per cent of
communication identified by Mehrabian. When the subject senses
that the person that they are speaking to is like them then they are
more likely to trust them. They are more likely to suspend their
critical faculties and act ‘on trust’.

Sunday, 1 July 2007

Old maps

‘When you discover you are riding a dead horse the best
strategy is to dismount.’

                                                       -Dakota tribal saying-

For a moment try a brief thought experiment.

Imagine that you have gone to a town for the first time. You try and find your way around the town with an A–Z that is 30 years out of date. How would you do?

The chances are that at times you would have few problems.
However, at other times you may find it impossible to get around. You read the map and follow it, yet you cannot reach your destination. You may be frustrated and angry. This type of response is not good for your health. At other times you may just quit. You cannot find the place so you stop trying. When you consider this scenario it seems improbable.

Who would try and get around a town with an old map?
Who could be so foolish? Yet we have a psychological map for ‘getting around our social world’. This map includes directions on understanding ourselves, others and what to do in a variety of situations. These psychological maps are developed as we grow up. When they are accurate we can read the world well and achieve the results that we desire. However, in many situations our psychological maps resemble the 30-year-old A–Z. The results can often be deeply frustrating and result in disappointments, frustrations and a sense of failure.

Saturday, 30 June 2007

“The Four Seasons”

Buy, Grab, or Steal this album….

Vivaldi “The Four Seasons”
Concerto in E major, Concerto in G minor, Concerto No. 4 in F minor,

Really inspiring…and wonderful. Now i have it on my Fav.list.....

blogger's block

hahhhahaaa

just a term to name my lazyness.....

Saturday, 23 June 2007

Kirlian photography: The sights invisible

I feel intrigued by the very concept of ‘Kirlian photography’ , leave it out to the professionals to prove the fake from the real ( these days the fake seems to be more real than the real).

All that engages my mind is the ‘concept of presence’.
may it is true, we feel the (tangible) presence of people, things, sounds,… even when we are quite far away from them.
It is in the sense of security, when stranded on a lonely street at such an ungodly hour, only because the mobile phone in our pocket still works…

It is there when we feel the presence of someone so strong that we never let others use their chairs, or cups…

It is there when one feels the very presence of his /her amputated limbs….

There are quite a lot of such instances…..
To be far away, and yet feel so intimate….

I think, we should leave some things to the realm of mystery to explain themselves…
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Mysticism and exaggeration go together. A mystic must not fear ridicule if he is to push all the way to the limits of humility or the limits of delight.
-Milan Kundera-

Wednesday, 20 June 2007

The apple seed and the art of Zen

I sit near the window, biting an apple.
I see the clouds, ready for the shower.
I throw the seeds out…through the window,
But they hit the grill and fall back in…
I try again, bit it repeats…


Surprised, I now look at the garden outside
And throw the seeds out,
Wonder! now they are out scattered in the garden!!!!

It never teaches you anything about your ‘aiming’ faculty,
It all reminds us of a little scientific fact;

“No one can aim at nothingness/ infinity”
When I looked at the sky, it was infinity…. so hard to focus
But the garden outside, was a reality.
So I had a realistic place to focus…

It is the same with penalty kicks in the football stadiums…
The lonely striker sees only the goal post,
And that’s why he meticulously kicks,… onto the post bars.
It is the same in basketball…player sees the ring alone…
So it bounces back hitting the rim.
Without the flag post, golf would be an impossible game…


Yes,
it is
the art of Zen to learn to see the vacant places between….
dream and reality, you and me.


Tuesday, 19 June 2007

Notes to Myself

The more I consult my feelings during the day, tune into myself, to see if what I am doing is what I want to be doing, the less I feel at the end of the day that I’ve been wasting time. -- Hugh Prather From Notes to Myself

Kahlil Gibran "talking"

And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking."
And he answered, saying:
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts

The Prophet-  Kahlil Gibran

"I don't let Education interfere with my Learning - Mark Twain".


Sunday, 17 June 2007

The “wonderful” child within You: a mnemonic formula

Wonder
Optimism
Naïveté
Dependence
Emotions
Resilience
Free play
Uniqueness
Love

It all matters to what extend you let your inner child to grow and explore these at appropriate levels.

Footprints: Nikos Kazantzakis

When Francis saw Fr.Silvester,
he asked: ‘How did you come?’
‘The wind has taken me and I followed your footprints’


( from “Saint Francis” by Nikos Kazantzakis ( Νίκος Καζαντζάκης)
I know my Greek professor will read this Gk in all surprise, as it comes from me…


Some people come into our lives and quickly go,
Some stay for a while,
And leave footprints on our hearts
And we are never ever the same.


I am sure most of you have read it on the cover. You may wonder, why I write this?
Yeh buddy, it was mine!








Saturday, 16 June 2007

Sacred Heart and a story

Today, i take the liberty to publish an email i received from a friend. I am sure it will benfit you...

"On this Solemnity and Feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus may you realize His Heart beating within yours, His Love pouring forth from your heart, His generosity moving you to greatness.

I had mentioned St. Fr. Jose Maria Escriva and how he awoke, leaping out of bed, prostrating himself, kissing the ground and saying, "I will serve". So I'll share with you how this Priest has encouraged me, and in sharing I hope it encourages you.

We have moved many times. In the first 11 years of our marriage, we have been in eight (!!!) different apartments or homes. And always we put a crucifix over the door we enter. It is an old crucifix, it has suffered much damage in moving so many times. About a year ago it fell to the ground and the cross crumbled into so many pieces, it was beyond repair. At the time, I was reading a lot of the writings of Fr. Escriva. And I looked at the Body of Christ laying in the pile of pieces that had been the cross. The cross is our life, but Jesus had victory over the cross and sin and death. I had so many different thoughts, all thanks to Fr. Escriva. But I didn't know what to do with Jesus. I decided to put him in a stone chalice that I had received as a gift. That night, I was awoken. What immediately came to mind was Jesus. And that He wanted to be with me. In the dark I went downstairs and retrieved him. Each night alongside Jim I hold Jesus in my hand as I pray, I kiss Him, I thank Him, and I tell Him all sorts of things. And then he rests on my heart through the night. If I awaken, He is always there. His Body is a constant reminder during my sleep that He is EVER-PRESENT, always and forever. From here to eternity. Having him with me so tangibly during my rest and sleep has given me a tremendous realization and boost in His Real Presence within me ALWAYS.

May you grow in knowing the reality of the Real Presence of Jesus in yourself and in others. Onward, forward . . ."

The imaginary child and the real one….

This Chesterton line I found interesting….

“ The celebration of the birth of Lewis Carroll is really the celebration of Alice in the wonderland; the imaginary child being much more imaginable than the real one….”


Friday, 15 June 2007

Chesterton and the art of language

I feel proud for my love of Chesterton. Here is what I read recently…

“A man who loves all men enough to use them rightly is a democrat. A man who loves all words enough to use them rightly is a stylist. Style comes out, as the fraternal human sentiment comes out, pre eminently and most definitely in dealing with coarse or everyday things.
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Good style treats verbs and particles as good manners treats chairs and tables, easily but in the proper way. There is no such thing as being a gentle man at the important moments; it is at unimportant moments that a man is a gentleman. At important moments he ought to be something better.”


(G.K Chesterton on ‘The style of Newman’ from “A handful of Authors”)

universal language and a shepherd

What I still remember from the Alchemist….

“There is a universal language, understood by everybody, but already forgotten. I am in search of the universal language, among other things, that’s why I am here. I have to find a man who knows that universal language - an alchemist.”

“They wanted me to be a priest, but I decided to be a shepherd”

Thursday, 14 June 2007

Mysticism and Existence

Colin Wilson ( in ‘Poetry and Mysticism’) observes, to the embarrassment of many, that

“mystical experience is a normal potentiality of everyday consciousness and not something that has to be snatched by inducing states over which we have no control”

It indeed is a call to the sacredness of day to day existence. We should never seek any support system outside ourselves, to believe that our very existence is sacred, a gift from Divine.

where the mechanisms end, the mystery unfolds….

Wednesday, 13 June 2007

Save the Sign-Posts:

Sometimes we resemble the picture of a solitary lighthouse keeper, who with his arms raised, lantern swinging from his hands, wishing a storm on sea go placid.
But slowly the Storm enters the shore, grows around him, encircles, envelops and even entangles him. Praying for the calm he enters the eye of the storm, totally unaware.
Total destruction…

This is how; it seems to me, the world has lost many of its light-keepers. Are you listening?

Tuesday, 12 June 2007

The apparent serenity: King David, Gitanjali, and Shelvy

A.
"I will turn my mind to a parable,
With the harp I will solve my problem"
[Ps 48 (49)]

When king David (supposedly) wrote these lines in Psalms,
I wonder how bold he had been….
Is it what masters say, ‘taking life as a song’…., I wonder!


B.
“The world is all of us,
If we do not collapse,
It will not.”
(Untitled)

“Come in!
walk into my cemented sanctuary.
The door is open,
But do be careful,
Not to open my wounds”
(Stay With Me)

From ‘The Gitanjali Album’ . Gitanjali Ghei, died of cancer at the age of sixteen on 11th August 1977, in Bombay. Book Prefaced by Paramananda Divarkar, a Jesuit priest (sadly I find no further publication data in the book.)


C.
Beloved, how do you survive these soaked evenings,
When the wine of forgetfulness swells up,
In this chalice, which God left back on the earth.
No, I do not exist…
Rain wipes everything out …

( “when the rains do forget me” (31/7/1995),

‘Water is a memorial,
Just as wine in the Holy Chalice’

(The Reddish, 1994)


All stories are of memories,
All stars are of Memories,
All books…..

(Memory, 1995)

Poems by Shelvy (" Alowkikam" Mulberry Publications, calicut, Kerala). Yes, I had a debt to you. So this adventure of free-translation of your poems, for all the non-Malayalam world to feel the way you were…)

Music matches the mind

Plato asked it quite long ago and said ‘a variation in music means a variation in the culture and living.’ Modern Psychologists (American School) says it should match the speed of the mind. What you enjoy reflects as well as reconstructs your thought and life.
So music is also a cultural tool….

Okay, okay why al this blahblah now? Actually yesterday I thought of writing about music. But rains look me away to sleep early. so now back after the class at ‘LIFE’, I write this. There was a topic on Music. I sat silent, because I know; I should make it more musical with letters than with sounds. So that you will hear me talk…

P.S. special thanks to Sebbie who showed me how to pull down the heavens with a well calculated movement of Pernambuco wood ( or read ‘bow’). But still I believe that, drizzle was not a miracle, there were clouds already….

( thanks to Sebbi, and LIFE)

Sunday, 10 June 2007

Paulo Coelho: Remembrance and Search for God

Coelho writes in Maria’s Diary:

“In all the languages of the world, there is the same proverb: “what eyes don’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve over.” Well, I say that there isn’t an ounce of truth init. The further off they are, the closer to the heart are all those feelings that we try to repress and forget.If we’re in exile, we want to store away every tiny memory of our roots. If we’re far from the person we love, everyone we pass in the street reminds us of them.

The gospels and all the sacred texts of all religions were written in exile, in search of God’s understanding, of the faith that moves whole peoples, of the pilgrimage of souls wandering the face of the earth. Our ancestors did not know, as we do not know, what Divinity expects from our lives – and it is out of that doubt that books are written, pictures painted, because we don’t want to forget who we are – nor can we”

(eleven minutes)

Osho at his best: Old age

"Unless you accept everything that life brings to you with gratefulness,
You are missing the point. Childhood was beautiful; Youth has its own flowers;
Old age has its own peaks of consciousness. But the trouble is that childhood comes its own; for old age, you have to be very creative.

Old age is your own creation. It can be a misery, it can be a celebration; it can simply be despair and it can also be a dance. It all depends how deeply ready you are to accept existence, whatsoever it brings. One day it will bring death too – accept it with gratitude
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Thanks to B who forced and inspired to read Osho’s ‘The Book of Woman’. Today after almost an year I open this book.
(a compilation by Ma Deva Sarito, published by Penguine Books India,2002, ISBN 10987654)


AR Rahaman on Taj

Radha Krishna Ki Mohabbat
Aadam Haua Ki Mohabbat
Heer Aur Ranjha Ki Mohabbat ..Ek Hai

Shaah Jahaan Mumtaaz Ki Mohabbat
Laila Majnu ki Mohabbat
Teri Aur Meri Mohabbat Ek Hai
Teri Aur Meri Mohabbat Ek Hai


Great lyrics….. I think it will grab universal attention. Someone please translate it and spread…( I strictly do not want Geo and Niz to do this service…okay, u get what I mean!!!)


( Anthem & lyrics download at : http://taj.indiainfo.com/download/ )

PS. Special thanks to HPK for letting me experience the inside stories and wonders right form the studio. As with everything of AR, this structure too struck my mind so fast…thx buddy!!!

Saturday, 9 June 2007

The way God see us

"Not a problem, I don't read the errors, just the message!!! Isn't that how God sees us???"

Today while online i made a lot of typos.when i apologised, my friend wrote this line….
Yes that’s enough to grasp a lot more about life….
Do You agree?

Thursday, 7 June 2007

SMART is the Key word…

Today I spoke basing on the age-old concept of SMART.

We must make our goals/ dreams SMART

Specific (You know exactly what you are about to do)
Measurable (You know what happens really)
Achievable (You have the confidence that it can be reached)
Realistic (It is not abstract….)
Tangible (we can feel it in reality…)

20% failure is a must…

It seems healthy that one should have 20% of failures. Only then one is properly alerted about those possibilities that are capable of upsetting one’s plans. Otherwise one will have only blind journeys. A little bit of failures will make one more alert and active.
Everything is a must, but strictly in its proper dimensions…..

Monday, 4 June 2007

Exclusively for Nysa mol…..( u r not to read it)

hi ammuji, congratulations on your tear-filled first school day!$%$%$$%%*&*^
I am sure your dad/ mom will read this to u….
( I have nothing else to blog today, so this ‘public’ message to you)

Today all of a sudden I remembered you…
Today after the evening-service, I had veneration of the relic of St. Martin.
People were flocking all around to touch/ kiss it.
All of a sudden a kid jumped at me from her mother’s hand,
and grabbed the relic, and began to handle it as if an ice cream
I could not contain my laughter… then chapel, too, was full of laughter
I remembered the first time I had such an experience,
That was you, and you were just two that time.
you began biting my hand for not giving you Holy communion.
I know, there are many more little Nysa’s……

Sunday, 3 June 2007

Battered and torn apart, you end up…

It surprises me never that many of our friendships
Leaves us battered and broken apart.
If you ask me ‘why is it so?’
I have no one answer, but many…
Do not blame me as being insensitive,
Sometimes the stark reality is so insensitive…

I think, we should learn to appreciate and respect the boundaries of the other.
We all should learn to extract out the aspect of possessiveness.
some learn it naturally, others the harder way.

In friendships we should look for ‘gratefulness’ but no ‘claims’
I wonder when you will learn it,
and stop shouting at me for being so hard and harsh.
It's my duty to be so, i can't help it
You may say I never ever understand your ‘problems’…
But never ever say I did not give you my 'time and support'.

You have entered memories...

Dear J, I know you will never read my lines.
Because not even Lazarus was allowed a return . . .
I am surprised what all things that went through your life…
The news about you really shook me.

Today I can write this in all certainty of a witness…
The number of one’s friends tells only about the ‘sociability factor’
It is never a testimony of deep rooted optimism or intimate outlook on life.

The quality is to be understood, not in the numerical sense,
But it depends upon the way you are, and make of yourselves and others around you..

Sitting in the sun...

BE what you wanna be.....
taking things the way they come...
nothing is as nice as finding paradise ...

(bacardi blast advertisement music)

Friday, 1 June 2007

When the rains do us fail…

When the rains do us fail
I get even to the skies.
When the showers hit so torrential
I rave about the flooding streets.
Now I should ask myself…
who fails whom?

Emotions workshop: Dump your garbage, and grow…

We need to dumb the following garbage of emotions, feelings and attitudes.

We need to heal ourselves ( or through your mentor) from the garbage of :
- Abuse (physical, verbal, emotional, sexual)
- Neglect (in childhood, and growing times)
- Invisibility ( Isolation, lack of trust, lack of focus)
- Violation of boundaries ( of our personal freedom by the other)
- Sick family life (dysfunctional families)
- Over-criticism (Negativity)
- Anger ( self-destructive behaviors)
- unhealthy relationships ( not all friends really build us up)
- Low self-esteem

The Balancing Act…

We should have a proper balance between our different intellects (academic, aesthetic, mechanical, kinesthetic….) It should be a conscious effort from our part to hit the optimal equilibrium.

If you are academically engaged more, try doing some mechanical stuff at home, and vice versa. Take a little time to appreciate beauty, nature, concepts and all the hell of things you primarily thought never belongs to your bend of mind. It will balance you.

This blog is my way of balancing act.

I won’t let u go…

When Tagore wrote these lines even Gods remained still, unable to go away.
But when I write it, you may think I am growing crazy….

The ‘You’ stands for the little squirrel I have/ had (now).
Please come back quick, I know you fear darkness…
Come back, together we will steal fruits from the store.
Come back, together we will drink coffee, but not so hot this time.

I will not let you go away…
But I will also never force you stay back.

Whether you come back or not, I know we were friends once.
And that’s enough.