Sunday, October 23, 2016

Solitude and nature

Solitude and despair are the invention of man. Nothing in nature plunge itself in despair. Look at trees. It is fall and they are pompously getting ready to get rid of all of their old leaves to welcome new in the springs. Imitate trees. Nothing lasts in life. Even the most excruciating and psychic pain. 


Theory of memory

Long Long ago, before I was a tormented artist, afflicted with longing yet incapable of forming durable attachments, long before this, I was a glorious ruler unifying all of a divided country-so I was told by the fortune-teller who examined my palm. Great things, she said, are ahead of you, or perhaps behind of you; it is difficult to be sure. And yet, she added, what is the difference? Right now you are a child holding hands with a fortune-teller. All the rest is hypothesis and dream.

Louise Gluck

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Kneel before me

In ancient Egypt
We cats were Gods
We ruled the heaven
We reigned on earth
So kneel before me
I said come to me
I said come to me
Uh, listen to me!

Francesco Marciuliano

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Ode to Libraries

Storm Reyes. Lived in Native American migrant worker camps. Her parents were alcoholics and she was beaten, abused, and neglected. She learned to fight with a knife long before she learned how to ride a bicycle. When you are grinding day after day after day, there's nothing to aspire except feeding your hungry belly. You don't dream. You don't hope. One day her life changed. A bookmobile came to her migrant camp. The bookmobile staffer asked Storm what she was interested in and sent her home with a couple of books. she took them home and I devoured them. She didn't just read them,  she devoured them. And she came back in two weeks and had more questions. And he gave her more books, and that started it. The experience, she says, was life-changing. That taught her that hope was not just a word. And it gave her the courage to leave the camps. That's where the books made the difference. She left the camps when she was a teenager and attended night school. She ended up working in a Pierce County Library System for more than 30 years.

For more than 100 years public libraries in this country have provided all members of the public with free access to knowledge, information, and opportunity. Public libraries have evened the playing field for all. Our own Kingsport public library was started by five women in 1919 when they formed the Kingsport Book Club.In 1921 this group approached the city of Kingsport to open a library with their collection of 400 books.The City was not interested in their proposal. That did not dampen their spirit.They ran the library in multiple different locations until City agreed to take over in 1928. In 1961, the library is moved to its current location.

Now the billion dollar question is in this digital age where all the information are in our fingertips, do we still need libraries? Entire books are downloaded in minutes. Classics from Moby-Dick to Shakespeare's tragedies come virtually free. Forget about the information coming in word from. Videos now can explain everything from plumbing work to website design.So let's ask: Do we still need public libraries, with their miles of dusty bookshelves, decimated reference departments, and rules of decorum? Yes. 

We still need to read, study, and communicate in a non-distracting environment. And we still need what urban technologists call "third places"-that is public spaces other than home.

Human need to mingle and socially interact with others to remain strong in a community. What can be better place than library. No wonder why Starbucks is so crowded in every nook and corners or urban places.

They are haven for thinking, dreaming, studying, striving and - for many children and the elderly-simply for staying safe out of the scorching heat.

Like good librarian, Tony Marx of the New York Public Library has some answers. He said "Public libraries are more important today than ever before. Their mission is still the same-to provide free access to information to all people. The way people access information has changed, but they still need information to succeed, and libraries are providing that."

Rightly so. We have an obligation to support libraries.If you don't value libraries then you don't value information or culture or wisdom. You are silencing the voices of the past and you are damaging the future.

1. Callings: the purpose and passion of work
2. The journal of David Thoreau, 1837-1861
4. Neil Gaiman in a beautiful piece titled “Why Our Future Depends on Libraries, Reading and Daydreaming.

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Feminine presence in man's eyes

After fleeing the giant cannibals, and greatly relieved to still be alive, Odysseus is eager to return to home. However, in the small island of Cierce, a feminine God he felt lost and disoriented. He feels the need of help from outside his normal masculine goal orientation-he needs to meet his feminine side as ally and Friend. He needs to confront Cierce. The story of Odysseus and Cierce provide the chemistry of Odysseus's metamorphosis from arrogant warrior to loving father, tender husband, and awakened seeker.

In this story of the male psyche, females represent what psychoanalyst Carl Jung called the anima. As the masculine archetype acts in the outer world of quests and conquests, she moves in the interior, serving as a guide to his feelings, psychological complexes, and collective unconscious, like Dante's Beatrice. If the ego is the archetype of the ambitions, worldly, and action-oriented hero; the anima is the archetype of life, love, union and inner journey.

In our livelihood men learn tenderness with age. With the decline of instinctual male drives and waning of ego's importance, we tune into our feline potential. We become more sensitive, compassionate, care taking, inclusive, and loving. This is one of the great gifts of age, as competitions for sex and power dissolve into universal love.

In my childhood I loved playing with dolls. In my adulthood I love poetry. I love how the words stack one after another to create a beautiful world. Most often I am laughed at, bullied, ridiculed for my "girly" behaviors. To this day I remember those days like yesterday. In a study researchers found that 96 percent of girls and 87 percent of boys had viewed Disney Princess Media. And while 61 percent of girls played with Princess toys at least once a week, only four percent boys did the same. Study shows higher Princess engagement leading to more girly behaviors among girls. This is not surprising. However, the boys in the study who engaged with Disney Princess media had better body esteem and exhibited more pro-social behaviors. Those beneficial effects may suggest that princesses provide a needed counterbalance to the higher masculine superhero media that's traditionally presented to boys. Perhaps the most interesting outcome was that neither gender showed signs of lower self-esteem or negative body image as one might expect from children immersed in princess culture.

Micheal Morones. 11-year-old boy attempted suicide after classmates bullied him. Reason? He loves the girly cartoon "My little pony". He is recovering slowly. You can find his update on his facebook page. Lauren Sheehan wrote, "Great leaders embody their wisdom. To embody your wisdom, you must be connected to your core essence. To feel connected to your core essence you must come home to your womb, your feminine." Remember, we all come from a Goddess and to Her we shall return. I am proud of the "feminine presence" in my male body. Are you?


1.    What Aging Man Want: The Odyssey as a Parable of Male Aging: John Robinson
2. article: Is Disney Princess culture bad for our kids?

3.    Support and love for Michael Morones: facebook page

Saturday, July 02, 2016

what are you afraid of? man, surrounded by gigantic mountains and dense forests, standing defenseless below thundering clouds and stormy, grey skies......But what could nature possibly want from an insignificant like me? Everything I was or had, including my body, was bestowed on me by the Divine. It was a liberating feeling to realize that I had nothing to lose, and therefore, nothing to be afraid of.

-if truth be told, Om Swami 

lesson from woods

When you go out into the woods and you look at trees, you see all these different trees. And some of them are bent, and some of them are straight, and some of them are evergreen and some of them are whatever. and you look at the tree and you allow it. You see why it is the way it is. You sort of understand that it didn't get enough light, and so it turned that way. 

And you don't get all emotional about it. You just allow it. You appreciate the tree. The minute you get near humans you lose all that and you are constantly saying "you're too this, or I'm too this." That judging mind comes in. And so I practice turning people into trees. Which means appreciating them just the way they are.

-Ram Dass

Then came the Light

We all come into existence as a single cell, smaller than a speck of dust. Much smaller. Divide. Multiply. Add and subtract. Matter changes hands, atoms flow in and out, molecules pivot, proteins stitch together, mitochondria send out their oxidative dictates; we begin as a microscopic electrical swarm. The lungs the brain the heart. Forty weeks later, six trillion cells get crushed in the vise of our mother’s birth canal and we howl. Then the world starts in on us.

-all the lights we can not see

Monday, June 27, 2016

the mourn

i am trying to remember you
let you go
the same time.

nayyiah waheed

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Dancing with the wolves

i like the lines you use on me
they crackle a little, like magic.
i cannot pull my mind off you
even though
i do not trust your hands

Yrsa Daley Ward

foreign language

sometimes i want to say it.
and there is nothing in english. that will 
say it.

I will always be a translation

nayyirah waheed

Friday, June 24, 2016

the work

your soul stained my shoulders
my whole life smells like you
will take time 
undoing you from my blood.

nayyirah waheed

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Tuesday, June 21, 2016


close your eyes.
close your thoughts.
open your mind.

do you see yourself?

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Pure Unconditional Love

Love. Pure unconditional love. Just simple desire to love and be loved. I will never understand the world with so much hatred. So much intolerance to appreciate this simple wish.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

The unknown

Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it. Nor can we know ahead of the fact (and here lies the heart of the difference between grief was we imagine it and grief as it is) the unending absence that follows, the void, the very opposite of meaning, the relentless succession of moments during which we will confront the experience of meaninglessness itself. ― Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

Saturday, February 20, 2016


“Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I've accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it's a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it's a way of making contact with someone else's imagination after a day that's all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.” 
― Nora EphronI Feel Bad about My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman

Sunday, January 24, 2016

For future generations

The world spends billions of dollars for some bonds (I am talking about chemical bond here!) not to be broken (Read anti-corrosion industry). However, some bonds need to be broken after end use. The challenge is colossal, yet needs to be solved. We, scientists need to come up with those programmable chemical bond which can be triggered to break down when we desire.

We have one planet to live so far. We have overspent earth's resources. We have over-occupied earth's spaces. NASA warns us  2015 as the warmest year till date.

For the sake of future generations, practice at least one act of sustainable initiative every day.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Some angels

It is cold outside. Angels do not fly. Some angels do.

They walk the road less taken. They do not rest even the woods are lovely, dark, and deep. They transform the everyday cacophony into beautiful music. They inspire. They guide. I know one of them. You may know. One day everyone will know.

Happy birthday!

Wednesday, January 13, 2016


Death leaves a heartache
no one can heal
Love leaves a memory
no one can steal.

From Irish headstone

Sunday, January 10, 2016

I will see you inside

In Hinduism it is called the atman. It's God, Guru, and Self together inside.
I will see you inside.

Love Everyone

Ram Dass

Friday, January 01, 2016

Happy New Year

I have confidence in sunshine. I know that in every morning there will be sunlight after a dark night.

There are almost certainly billions upon billions of solar systems in our galaxies, with planets at many different distances from their central star. There may or may not be living in those planets. We will continue to debate the value of the new year in the horizon of "infinite" time-space. However, another year of resolutions, hopes, and  dreams are alluring enough to keep us wishing a happy new year on every first date of the month called January.

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

The Sunsphere

  We rise again in the grass. In the flowers. In songs. In lights.

Located in the heart of downtown Knoxville, the Sunsphere consists of a 192-foot steel tower that serves as the base for 74-foot spherical ball containing 360 windows. The windows were sprinkled with 24-carat gold flakes so they would twinkle and glow in the bright sun.

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Monday, December 28, 2015

The dancer

In soft blue light, the ballerina glides across the stage and takes to the air, her toes touching Earth imperceptibly. The ballerina assumes one pose after another, each fragile and symmetrical. In the physics of solids, crystal structures can be found that appear identical after rotations by one-half, one-third, one-quarter and one-sixth of a circle. Crystals with one-fifth and one-seventh symmetries do not exist because space cannot be filled with touching pentagons or septagons. The ballerina reflects a series of natural forms. She is first ethereal, then lyrical. She has struggled for years to develop a personal style, embellished with fragments from the great dancers. As she dances, Nature, in the mirror, pursues it's own style effortlessly. It is the ultimate in classic technique, unaltered since the universe began.

For an ending, the ballerina does a demi-plié and jumps two feet into the air. The Earth, balancing her momentum, responds with its own sauté and changes orbit by one ten-trillionth of an atom's width. No one notices, but it's exactly right.

An excerpt from Alan Lightman's Pas de Deux: 

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Hare in the moon

Each folklore teaches us life's important lessons. Every night the moon reminds us  the Hare's selfless offering. The story goes like this:
A priest asks a hare for food. The hare has nothing to offer except itself. It lights a fire and decides to immolate itself. Pleased by its selfless offering the priest creates a impression of that hare on the moon. It becomes timeless.

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Sunday, December 27, 2015

The reader

She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live. 

Annie Dillard

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Phenomenal woman

They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Maya Angelou 

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Friday, December 25, 2015

Sri Somesvara temple

 Lord Ram gave Hanuman a quizzical look and said, "What are you, a monkey or a man?"
Hanuman bowed his head reverently, folded his hand and said, "When I do not know who I am, I serve you and when I do know who I am, You and I are ONE." ( Tulsidas, Ram Charit Manas)

Located in the lap of Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina Mount Soma is founded on the universal principle of  nature, the Vedas.

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Sunday, December 20, 2015

Pale blue dot

That's home. That's us. On it everyone you know, everyone you love, everyone you ever heard of every human being who ever was live and died their lives. Every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, every saint and sinner i the history of our species lived there on the mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. How frequent their misunderstandings, how fervent their hatreds. Our imagined self-importance, the delusions that we have some privileged position in the Universe are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In al this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. Like it or not, for the moment, the earth is where we make our stand.There is perhaps no better demonstration of folly of human conceits, than this distant image of our tiny world. It underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known. 

Carl Sagan's Pale Blue Dot, A Vision of the Human Future in Space
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Thursday, November 26, 2015

I am

I am like the wind
No one can hold me
I belong to everyone
No one can own me
The whole world is my home
All are my family
I live in every heart
I will never leave thee.

From the words of Neem Karoli Baba, known as "Maharajji",
adapted by Jai Gopal

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Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Miracle of love

The pain is too much to bear.

But I bear it. I bear all. There is nothing else.
let me give you flowers.....

Forever let my love be unfulfilled
Forever let me yearn for you

Can I ever forget that I never remember you?

Subtle is the path of love.

from the book Miracle of love

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Music in the air

akti rod akash proman,
akkhana deu akkhana gaan
                oi meyeti ganer soman
                chol oke sajai, sur diye sajai

One slice of ray imitate one cloud
One wave one verse
                  That girl complements a song
                  Let's decorate her with music

Joy Goswami

Monday, October 26, 2015

All the light we can not see

The brain is locked in total darkness, of course, children, says the voice. It floats in a clear liquid inside the skull, never in the light. And yet the world it constructs in the mind is full of light. It brims with color and movement. So how, children, does the brain, which lives without a spark of light, build for us a world full of light? 

– All The Light We Cannot See, Anthony Doerr

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Being Brave

“When I lost my sight, Werner, people said I was brave. When my father left, people said I was brave. But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life. Don't you do the same?”
Anthony Doerr,
All the Light We Cannot See

Friday, October 23, 2015


WORDS are nothing but expressions
EXPRESSIONS are nothing but emotions 
EMOTIONS are nothing but feelings
FEELINGS are nothing but poetry 
POETRY is nothing but soulful words And
Every word has SOUL

Irshad Kamil 

Saturday, October 17, 2015


We forget we have two ears and one mouth and we should use them properly. 
We forget everyone shines, given the right lighting.
We fail to appreciate the light before dawn. We forget to notice the murmur of falling leaves.
We remember Steve Jobs, we fail to remember Steve Wozniak.

Don't think of introversion as something that needs to be cured...Spend your free time the way you like, not the way you think you're supposed to.

Inspired from Quiet, Susan Cain book "Quiet"

Sunday, October 11, 2015


Aji jhoro jhoro mukhoro badol dine

Aji Jhoro Jhoro Mukhoro Badol Dine
Jani ne jani ne kichu te keno je mon lage na
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Rain falling into the sea
Rain in the river

Rain on flowers
Rain on leaves
Rain under trees
Rain on hills

Rain on my skin…

Each with its own unique raga
Reverberates across the sky
On to the earth…

indira babbellapati

Monday, October 05, 2015

Anything can happen

Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child,
Listen to the DON'TS
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me-
Anything can happen, child,

Where the sidewalk ends

Sunday, October 04, 2015

The power of humility

I am as frail a mortal as any of us and that I never had anything extraordinary about me nor have I now. I am a simple individual liable to err like any other fellow mortal. I own, however, that I have enough humility to confess my errors and to retrace my steps.

Mahatma Gandhi
Autobiography of a Yogi

Saturday, October 03, 2015

Life in many colors

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

-the Painted Drum

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Art and Beauty

Don’t ask why
this delights me.
In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.


Friday, September 25, 2015

Mother of Exiles

From her beacon-hand 
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command 
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. 
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she 
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, 
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, 
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. 
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, 
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

Emma Lazarus

Divine Love

Ordinary love is selfish, darkly rooted in desires and satisfactions. Divine love is without condition, without boundary, without change. The flux of the human heart is gone forever at the transfixing touch of pure love.

 Autobiography of a Yogi