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

Memory


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.


Places to go at Knoxville: http://www.tripadvisor.com/Attractions-g55138-Activities-Knoxville_Tennessee.html

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:
http://www.amazon.com/Dance-Two-Essays-Alan-Lightman/dp/0679758771 

Learn more about smoke photography:
http://www.adorama.com/alc/7683/article/create-amazing-backgrounds-smoke-take-and-make-great-photography-gavin-hoey

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

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.


Maya Angelou 

Read Maya Angelou: http://www.amazon.com/Complete-Poetry-Maya-Angelou/dp/0812997875/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

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.

Read the book: http://www.amazon.com/Tulsidas-Ramayana-Charit-English-Edition/dp/8184823215/ref=oosr

Visit the temple: http://srisomesvara.org/

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
Watch the movie: http://www.amazon.com/Men-Women-Children-Rosemarie-DeWitt/dp/B00R2KPN8K/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1450665142&sr=8-1&keywords=men+women+children
Read the book: http://www.betterworldbooks.com/A-Vision-of-the-Human-Future-in-Space-H0.aspx?SearchTerm=A+Vision+of+the+Human+Future+in+Space
 

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

Read the book: http://www.amazon.com/Miracle-Love-Stories-about-Karoli-ebook/dp/B00NMWC0C4/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1450665462&sr=8-3&keywords=neem+karoli+baba

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 
 http://www.amazon.com/Miracle-Love-Ram-Dass/dp/1887474005

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


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

Quiet

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

Rain...rain...rain



Aji jhoro jhoro mukhoro badol dine

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Jani ne jani ne kichu te keno je mon lage na
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aaji jhoro jhoro mukhor badol dine.....

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
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WONT'S
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me-
Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be


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.

Rumi

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

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Silent Storm


I'm here to use my heart and my hands

Somehow the bruises changed my plans

 

And there's silent storm inside me

Looking for a home

I hope that someone's gonna find me

And say that I belong

I'll wait forever and a lifetime

To find I'm not alone

There's a silent storm inside me


Some day I'll be calm.


Carl Espen

Home


Home is the place where, when you have to go there, 
They have to take you in.

Robert Frost

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Small wonder


 We could be wrong this time, again. The enemy may not be exactly what we think. It may be a force that resides in many quarters, including inside our skin, in our very words, the questions we frame, the things we love most, the things we can’t live without. Our greatest dread may be our salvation. We are in no position yet to declare the moral of our story.

Small change, small wonders—these are the currency of my endurance and ultimately of my life. 

Barbara Kingsolver

Sunday, September 20, 2015

An Experience in Cosmic Consciousness


From joy I came, for joy I live, in sacred joy I melt.
Ocean of mind, I drink all creation’s waves.
Four veils of solid, liquid, vapor, light,
Lift aright.

The Autobiography of a Yogi

Sunday, September 06, 2015

Lovers




Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

Yeates

Saturday, September 05, 2015

The song of explorer




So much that I’ve lost,
I have nothing Except a fierce hunger
To fathom this world.
Naked, I knock on the door,
Wearing only my questions.

Alan Lightman

High Overhead





























I love you across the cold spaces 
Of this world,
bereft of your voice.

Tonight I’m imagining
That you are imagining me.


Richard Bausch

Sunday, June 21, 2015

For Annie


But my heart it is brighter
      Than all of the many
Stars in the sky,
      For it sparkles with Annie—
It glows with the light
      Of the love of my Annie—
With the thought of the light
      Of the eyes of my Annie.

Edgar Allan Poe

Who are you?



I am a small poem on a
page with room for another.

Share with me this white field,
wide as an acre of snow,
clear but for these tiny
markings like the steps of birds.
Come now.
This is the trough of the wave,
the seconds after lightning.
Thin slice of silence
as music ends,
the freeze before melting.
Lie down beside me.
Make angels.
Make devils.
Make who you are.

From Movie Words and Pictures

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Grassy Grass Grass







Grass grass grass,
tree tree tree,
leafy leaf leaf,
one two three.

Birdy birdy bird,
fly fly fly,
nest nest nest,
high high high.

Cloudy cloudy cloud,
wind wind wind,
rain rain rain,
mud mud mud,

Doggie doggie,
dog runy run run,
quickie quick quick,
homey home home.

Bedy bed bed
sheety sheet sheet,
sleepy sleep sleep,
dreamy dream dream.

Dancie dance dance,
singy sing sing,
grow grow grow,
biggy big big.



Woody Guthrie

Sunday, May 31, 2015

To Evelyn Hope


So, hush- I will give you this leaf to keep:
See, I shut it inside the sweet cold hand!
There, that is our secret: go to sleep!
You will wake, remember, and understand.

Evelyn Hope, Robert Browning

Scribbles



Some days are like that. I  bury myself in myself. Regrets from the first love glimmers through the memory sky. The moral armor seems too heavy to carry. Love for the silent thing is hard to share.

Random line in the book reminds us that we are nothing but ashes and dust. Yet pride wraps us in a cloak.

Monday, May 18, 2015

My Annabel Lee

 Drawing by Shruti Ghosh

I was a child and she was a child,   In this kingdom by the sea,But we loved with a love that was more than love—   I and my Annabel Lee—With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven   Coveted her and me.


But our love it was stronger by far than the love
    Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
    And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;


Edgar Allan Poe

Sunday, March 01, 2015

My Valentines



Very fine is my valentine.
Very fine and very mine.
Very mine is my valentine very mine and very fine.
Very fine is my valentine and mine, very fine very mine and mine is my valentine.
from: "A Valentine to Sherwood Anderson," 1922 - in A Primer for the Gradual Understanding of Gertrude Stein

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Heera para bajaar mein

Heera soi saraahiye
Sahe ghanan Ki choT
KapaT kurangee maanva
Parkhat nikra khoT

Only that diamond is praiseworthy 
which can bear the blows of a hammer.
Fraud, deceptive men (who try to look better than they are)
are found to be bad when when tested.

Kabir Doha

Friday, February 20, 2015

Small Small Things.


choto choto din nana ronge rongin
choto choto asha aksathe bhalobasha.

Small days filled with colors
Small hopes of loves to share.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Sunday, February 08, 2015

The invisible


IN one of the most popular ads shown during the Super Bowl last weekend, the Indian-American actress Mindy Kaling thinks she’s become invisible. Cabs pass her by, and men barely look up on the sidewalk. And yet she embraces her invisibility as a kind of liberation. More of us should do the same.

How to be invisible, NYT article by Akiko Busch


Friday, February 06, 2015

Tiny joy

The richness of life doesn’t lie in the loudness and the beat, but in the timbres and the variations that you can discern if you simply pay attention.
Seth S. Horowitz, NYT

Sunday, January 25, 2015

I heard you


Heart of my love!
you too I heard, murmuring low, through one of the wrists around my head;
Heard the pulse of you, 
when all was still, ringing little bells last night under my ear.


Walt Whitmann

Thursday, December 25, 2014

The ray of morning sun

The poet strikes his lute and sings out:'Victory to Man, the new-born, the ever-living.'


They kneel down,the king and the beggar, the saint and the sinner, the wise and the fool,and cry:'Victory to Man, the new-born, the ever-living.'

The old man from the East murmurs to himself:'I have seen!'

Rabindranath Tagore

Saturday, December 20, 2014

This road


The place you took me from I do not want to get back there, The place we are going do not want to get there. But this road, this road is good. I want this road to never end.

Dialogue from the movie Highway

Quiet is good



Dear Self,
If you ask and get no answer sometimes the silence that bounces back is the loudest truth. Be appreciative and open hearted to any stillness you receive. Everything is not meant to be yours and everyone is not worthy enough to hold a place in your space.
Quiet is good.
Self