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This is a popular anecdote I read somewhere on the net, and thought would share for the benefit of those who haven't seen it.
While walking along a beach, a young gentleman saw an elderly man in the distance, leaning down. On coming closer, the young man saw that the elderly gentleman was picking up starfish painstakingly- one after the other- and throwing them back into the sea. The young man, consumed with curiosity at this strange behavior, came closer still and called out, “Good morning, sir! May I ask what your grand plan is?”


Zhuangzi said :

"When the shoe fits,
the foot is forgotten
when the belt fits,
the belly is forgotten
and when the heart is right,
for and against are forgotten

No drives, no compulsions,
no needs, no attractions
then your affairs are under control
you are a free man."

From the' RIG VEDA'

Truth is one; Sages call it by various names, It is one Sun which reflects in all ponds, It is the one water which slakes the thirst of all, It is the one air which sustains all life, It is the one fire which shines in all houses. Color of the cows may be different, but milk is white, Flowers and bees may be different, but honey is the same, Systems of faith may be different but God is One, As the rain dropping from the sky wends it way towards the ocean, So the prayers offered in all faiths reach the One God Who is Supreme.



The old man was groaning in his restless sleep.
“Selvi, Selvi…Selvi!”
“There goes appa again!”
Raghu sighed as grandpa continued sobbing for his long lost daughter. This had been going on every day, every night, since…Selvi’s death.
Raghu had tried everything under the sky to convince his sightless, deathbed dad that Selvi had long since passed into the unknown…he and his gentle wife were now guardians for the seven year old Vani- Selvi’s only daughter who was in Boarding in a nearby school. Her occasional visit did cheer up grandpa a bit, but he still had not accepted Selvi’s passing.
 Selvi’s husband had abandoned her promptly on learning about her fatal ailment. ***
After 3 years….
Grandpa, though, practically blind and still critically ill, refused to give up his ghost. Some said that he was still waiting to see his beloved Selvi.
Raghu and wife were the epitome of patience, though they were also sad that they couldn’t bring peace to the long suffering appa.
Then one day, Vani breezed in f…


To the great Krishna Temple in Kerala at Guruvayoor, An elephant was donated in 1916 by the royal family of Nilambur. Standing over ten feet tall, this gentle giant named Kesavan Was rightly called the king among Elephants, Gajarajan.
Proud always in carrying the thidambu, the decorated diety, Kesavan was known for his love of Lord Krishna and his piety. Dying on the auspicious day of Guruvayoor Ekadasi at age 72, The noble Kesavan is immortalized at the temple by a statue. ---------------------------------------------------------------------


Bob Marley said:

You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have.
Love the life you live; live the life you love.


Freedom and responsibility have to go hand in hand. "With great power comes great responsibility" said Voltaire. There can be no freedom without responsibility. The consequences of exercising freedom without responsibility can be terrible. It is akin to driving a vehicle without steering or brakes. In this context,ViktorFranklsaid: “I recommend that the Statue of Liberty be supplemented by a Statue of Responsibility on the west coast.”



Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.


He was a King like many others in human history, Born to swim to glory in rivers of blood, guts and gore; Programmed to carve an empire out of human misery, And to sculpt his name for posterity out of human skulls.
But, for the third king of the Mauryas, it was not destined to be so.
For: The Kalinga genocide in 262 B.C made Ashoka see the river of red; And realize with horror, sorrow and remorse,  The grave folly, the wastage and the terrible human suffering; The million agonies caused by this mindless slaughter of war; And the empty victory on the corpse-ridden battlefield.
And then, through the heart rending anguish, The Light of Wisdom dawned on him; And then was born in him the True Emperor, A King-of-Hearts, a Creature of Compassion, The maker of Edicts, the pillar of Buddhism, ‘Piyadasi’, the Beloved-of –the- Gods.



“Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life; dream of it; think of it; live on that idea. Let the brain, the body, muscles, nerves, every part of your body be full of that idea, and just leave every other idea alone. This is the way to success, and this is the way great spiritual giants are produced.”


TWO PRACTICAL WAYS TO MAINTAIN YOUR MENTAL POISE AND PEACE. These suggestions are from me, a creative writer and not from a professional therapist. But since these methods are working for me to a significant extent, I thought I would share the same with my readers. However, I strongly feel that any seeker (of mental poise, of course) should also see for herself what best works for her or him. 1)ANCHOR YOUR MIND Easily the most rewarding but also difficult thing to achieve! But there are two practical tools which may help you with this.
A PERSONAL MANTRA FOR FREQUENT, SILENT CHANTING- SHORT AND SWEET. and AN AUTO-SUGGESTION PHRASE- AGAIN FOR SILENT REPETITION. You may hand pick any mantra from among your favorites, so long you find it comforting. As for the auto suggestion phrase, it has to be relevant to your requirement, like, “I am confident” or “I am calm and contented.” 2)MAINTAIN EQUILIBRIUM


Stifled Rhythms
“Go away, you are not welcome here”, screeched a voice hysterically, as I entered the small stuffy room, which was engulfed in semidarkness.
“Varun dear, it’s your uncle Praveen, I have come all the way from Dubai only to see you, man!”
All my hopes were dashed when he replied, “I don’t care who you are. Now clear out or allow me to leave the room.”
  I do not know how long I sat thereafter, alone in the basket chair kept in their balcony. A whirlwind of emotions had blown away my thinking, at least temporarily. I looked up finally when I felt a gentle hand patting my head affectionately. It was Nalini, Varun’s mother, my cousin sister who was several years my senior.
“Relax, Pravi”, she murmured softly, wiping away my tears, as well as her own with the edge of her sari, “You know something Pravi? It may be some small comfort to know that he has been relatively polite to you. Varun always had a soft corner for you.”
“What has happened to our Varun, sis?” I burst out finally,…