<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579</id><updated>2011-08-01T21:56:44.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up, Neo</title><subtitle type='html'>The life and times of Ravi Srinivasan (where are the publishers already?)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-3839218324103568047</id><published>2011-08-01T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T21:56:44.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naav chali (from Ashirwaad - voice of Ashok kumar)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;(heard this for a friend and extended the lyrics found on the net - how much learning is this song giving!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Naav Chali&lt;br /&gt;naani Ki Naav Chali&lt;br /&gt;nina Ke Naani Ki Naav Chali&lt;br /&gt;lambe Safar Pe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saamaan Ghar Se Nikaale Gaye&lt;br /&gt;naani Ke Ghar Se Nikaale Gaye&lt;br /&gt;idhar Se Udhar Se Se Nikaale Gaye&lt;br /&gt;aur Naani Ki Naav Mein Daale Gaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(kya Kya Daale Gaye)&lt;br /&gt;ek Chhadi Ek Ghadi  ek Jhaadu ek Laadu&lt;br /&gt;ek Sanduk ek Banduk ek Talwaar Ek Salwaar&lt;br /&gt;ek Ghode ki jeen, ek Dholak ek been&lt;br /&gt;ek Ghode Ki Naal ek Jiwar Ka jaal&lt;br /&gt;ek Lahsun Ek Aalu ek Tota Ek Bhaalu&lt;br /&gt;ek Dora ek Dori, ek Pora ek Pori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek Jhanda Ek Handa ek Anda&lt;br /&gt;ek Kela Ek Aam Ek Pakka Ek Kachcha&lt;br /&gt;aur&lt;br /&gt;tokari Mein Ek Billi Ka Bachcha&lt;br /&gt;(myaauun म्याऊँ Myaauun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phir Ek Magar Ne Pichha Kiya (whaaaaaaaoooo)&lt;br /&gt;naani Ki Naav Ka Pichha Kiya&lt;br /&gt;nina Ke Naani Ki Naav Ka Pichha Kiya&lt;br /&gt;(phir Kya Huwa)&lt;br /&gt;chupake Se Pichhe Se&lt;br /&gt;upar Se Niche Se&lt;br /&gt;ek Ek Saamaan Khinch Liya&lt;br /&gt;ek Billi Ka Bachcha&lt;br /&gt;ek Kela Ek Aam Ek Pakka Ek Kachcha&lt;br /&gt;ek anda Ek Handa ek Jhanda Ek Danda&lt;br /&gt;ek Bori ek Bora, ek Dori ek Dora&lt;br /&gt;ek Tota Ek Bhaalu ek Lahsun Ek Aalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek Jiwar Ka Jaal ek Ghode Ki Naal&lt;br /&gt;ek Dholak ek been ek Ghode ki jeen&lt;br /&gt;ek Talwaar Ek Salwaar ek Sanduk ek Banduk&lt;br /&gt;ek Jhaadu ek Laadu ek Jhhadi Ek Ghadi&lt;br /&gt;(magar Naani Kya Kar Rahi Thi)&lt;br /&gt;naani Thi Bichaari Buddhi Bahari&lt;br /&gt;nina ki nani thi buddhi behari&lt;br /&gt;naani Ki Nind Thi Itani Gahari&lt;br /&gt;itani Gahari (kitti Gahari)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natakhat Gahari&lt;br /&gt;din Dopahari&lt;br /&gt;raat Ki Raani&lt;br /&gt;thanda Paani&lt;br /&gt;garam Masaala&lt;br /&gt;pet Mein Daala&lt;br /&gt;saade Sola&lt;br /&gt;Pandrah ke Pandreh&lt;br /&gt;sona tees&lt;br /&gt;tia tetaalees&lt;br /&gt;chouki barah?&lt;br /&gt;Panah Pachattar&lt;br /&gt;Chhakke Nabbe&lt;br /&gt;Chaati pislan&lt;br /&gt;Aati Peesan&lt;br /&gt;Number Teesra&lt;br /&gt;gale Mein Rassa Aa Aa&lt;br /&gt;(ha ha ha ha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-3839218324103568047?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/3839218324103568047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=3839218324103568047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/3839218324103568047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/3839218324103568047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2011/08/naav-chali-from-ashirwaad-voice-of.html' title='naav chali (from Ashirwaad - voice of Ashok kumar)'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-6111238522850733186</id><published>2010-03-01T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T03:29:03.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refuge Prayer by Thich Nhat-Hanh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Refuge Prayer &lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Thich Nhat-Hanh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the foot of the Bodhi tree, beautifully seated, peaceful and smiling,&lt;br /&gt;the living source of understanding and compassion, to the Buddha I go for refuge.&lt;br /&gt;The path of mindful living, leading to healing, joy, and enlightenment,&lt;br /&gt;the way of peace, to the Dhamma I go for refuge.&lt;br /&gt;The loving and supportive community of practice, realizing harmony, awareness, and liberation,&lt;br /&gt;to the Sangha I go for refuge.&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that the Three Gems are within my heart, I vow to realize them.&lt;br /&gt;I vow to practice mindful breathing and smiling, looking deeply into things.&lt;br /&gt;I vow to understand living beings and their suffering, to cultivate compassion and loving kindness,&lt;br /&gt;and to practice joy and equanimity.&lt;br /&gt;I vow to offer joy to one person in the morning and to help relieve the grief of one person in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I vow to live simply and sanely, content with just a few possessions, and to keep my body healthy.&lt;br /&gt;I vow to let go of all worry and anxiety in order to be light and free.&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that I owe so much to my parents, teachers, friends and all beings.&lt;br /&gt;I vow to be worthy of their trust, to practice wholeheartedly,&lt;br /&gt;so that understanding and compassion will flower,&lt;br /&gt;and I can help living beings be free from their suffering.&lt;br /&gt;May the Buddha, the Dhamma, and the Sangha support my efforts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-6111238522850733186?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/6111238522850733186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=6111238522850733186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/6111238522850733186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/6111238522850733186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2010/03/refuge-prayer-by-thich-nhat-hanh.html' title='Refuge Prayer by Thich Nhat-Hanh'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-4158180919083137397</id><published>2009-12-01T02:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T02:47:57.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let there be spaces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;&lt;blockquote style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 60px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-image: url(http://s2.wordpress.com/wp-content/themes/pub/journalist-13/images/quote.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font-style: italic; min-height: 50px; background-position: 0% 0%; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 25px; "&gt;. . . let there be spaces in your togetherness&lt;br /&gt;And let the winds of the heavens dance between you&lt;br /&gt;Love one another, but make not a bond of love&lt;br /&gt;Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls&lt;br /&gt;Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup&lt;br /&gt;Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf&lt;br /&gt;Sing and dance together and be joyous but let each one of you be alone&lt;br /&gt;Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music&lt;br /&gt;Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping&lt;br /&gt;For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts&lt;br /&gt;And stand together yet not too near together:&lt;br /&gt;For the pillars of the temple stand apart,&lt;br /&gt;And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 25px; text-align: right; "&gt;- &lt;em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Kahlil Gibran&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-4158180919083137397?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/4158180919083137397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=4158180919083137397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/4158180919083137397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/4158180919083137397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-there-be-spaces.html' title='let there be spaces'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-7026902664463848563</id><published>2008-09-02T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:07:53.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't go back to sleep.</title><content type='html'>For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself.&lt;br /&gt;From within, I couldn't decide what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to see, I heard my name being called.&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;You must ask for what you really want.&lt;br /&gt;Don't go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;People are going back and forth across the doorsill&lt;br /&gt;where the two worlds touch.&lt;br /&gt;The door is round and open.&lt;br /&gt;Don't go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rumi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-7026902664463848563?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/7026902664463848563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=7026902664463848563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/7026902664463848563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/7026902664463848563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-go-back-to-sleep.html' title='Don&apos;t go back to sleep.'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-4429354102125880671</id><published>2008-08-25T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T03:23:30.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wabi sabi talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Long time ago, I did a Teacher's Training Program with &lt;a href="http://www.geniekids.com"&gt;GenieKids&lt;/a&gt;. We discussed many theories in education - learning modes, Multiple Intelligences etc. Also, Ratnesh, our trainer, wanted us to point out some 'Habits of Mind' to the children. One of these was 'Be clear and seek clarity'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while miscommunication is (rightly?) blamed for many problems we face, I do believe we can learn to appreciate imperfection in speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was reinforced in me by Manueles, who is in India teaching children how solar cookers are made, among other things. (I really must thank Dinesh and by assoc., Sky, for introducing me to such a variety of people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reinforced, because earlier, I had met Amal, a deaf and dumb artist at an art exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;char.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wore worn out jeans and sandals with a long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; blue kurta. A smile  ran across his face, seeming happy to do so. He was thin enough to hug without a strain and tall enough for people to see his round, balding head easily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pinch of haughtinessarcasm diluted his child-like innocence, but if the Muses failed him, I felt he could easily be a con-artist. Drink in hand, he blended in smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;It was delightful talking to him - mostly gestures and a little writing took us a long way. He told me he taught painting and had travelled the world as an artist and that most people didn't really understand art - but you and me, mone', we are different, weren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When had I been more alert and happy when speaking with someone? Not since I was a babbling child, not understanding what people were saying to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so when Manueles, who is learning English, theorised that by talking in his broken English, he is probably conveying more, I readily agreed. It's because the listener, M. said, makes up more possible meanings in her head when listening to him speak in English, than she would when listening to someone who could articulate better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true, inscalfen? How many times are we really intently listening to what someone says? And, how many times, in our non-professional lives, is it important that we 'be clear and seek clarity'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-4429354102125880671?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/4429354102125880671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=4429354102125880671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/4429354102125880671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/4429354102125880671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2008/08/wabi-sabi-talk.html' title='wabi sabi talk'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-3326526481010252413</id><published>2008-08-17T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:06:30.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's this sabi-wabi</title><content type='html'>i noticed it first in Chennai. On my way to work with collegues in the minivan, we'd pass a plot of land that was being used for storing garbage. heck, if it was not being used, at least it was being refuse-d :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, as we passed said plot, most of my co-commuters would whip out small cloth pieces and immediately cover their nostrils with it, evidently to avoid the 'stench'. The 5*5 inches of cotton was as indispensable as when they needed a place to store their mucus they couldn't spit out in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that I used to hate the smell too, but just then I found myself not repulsed by it (recently read two uses of double negatives in two of my fav. authors' books - Chandler and Borges, so I had to...). My persuasions at getting co-comms to participate in any 'experiments' to detect areas in their brains which were stimulated by the smell didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning attention to the other source for experiments, I hypothesised thus: 'my mind is beginning to rot - so it didn't equate rotten = bad'. And then in support without experimentation, i quoted to myself," We rarely accept our demons. Don't we know that Denial is the door to Despair and Doom? ". Then a voice said, "You considered the possibility, dude - so you are better off than most". Wasn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I found that I was attracted to what was considered as positively un-aesthetic. Even by me! Like in girls, for instance. The most 'ugly' looking girls, I was starting to like. What was going on here - Shallow Hal w/o Mr. Robbins? A friend said - "when one starts liking gadhis(female donkeys), one must marry". I let it pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I came across &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wabi-sabi"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; about wabi-sabi. In short, it's the Japanese funda of finding beauty in transcience or imperfection. Ah-hah, so that's what's been happening to me (another lie for another day). Then I read 'Norwegian Wood' and parts of 'Remains of the Day'. Don't know why the former is considered great. It is good, no doubt. the latter was better but I couldn't finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this post, unfini.&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wabi-sabi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-3326526481010252413?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/3326526481010252413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=3326526481010252413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/3326526481010252413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/3326526481010252413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2008/08/sabi-wabi.html' title='what&apos;s this sabi-wabi'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-1309011488554095080</id><published>2008-08-07T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:39:00.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun in sin?</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you - but as of now, I feel there is some fun in sin. or what we consider 'sin'. We can tell ourselves it is 'the society' that has these notions of sin - but if we agree to having 'sin' or 'wrong' in our minds at any level, we are in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-bad-and-ugly-inside-us.html"&gt;Earlier&lt;/a&gt;, I spoke of how Sri Sri says to go beyond gold and good to find god. Today, I got a little more understanding of going beyond the 'good' part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conjecture is, and this might very well be an established theory - we like ourselves when we repent. Repentance has a 'good' or 'holy' connotation in our minds. The outward form may be prayer/service to society - anything. As soon as we say to ourselves "I have repented", we are almost doomed to sin again - so we can repent again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&gt; not to have any doeship&lt;br /&gt;b&gt; not to fall into duality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easier said than done. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-1309011488554095080?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/1309011488554095080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=1309011488554095080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/1309011488554095080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/1309011488554095080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-in-sin.html' title='fun in sin?'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-8486254195916154895</id><published>2008-06-27T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:03:36.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>compiled vs. dynamic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our thought is in terms of what we know. And in metaphors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my _question in life_ was: what should i do in life? I was hoping to get a nice, good answer. Something to shock me a little too. hey - i was different - wasn't i? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two assumptions to note about the question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. it is linear - like the pc in a (micro)processor. it assumes that even if there are branches, there will be one taken.&lt;br /&gt;2. it is pre-compiled. i am a program, written by a programmer - pre-compiled and being run. there is no 'free will' - instead there is a way i have to go - of course as i traverse through life, branches will be taken (based on the environment) and this will give rise to 'me' - a doer - a living actor versus a puppet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the emergence of dynamic languages, interpreted line by line, there seems to be more of 'free will'. Of course, unless it is a self-modifying program, there is really no change of the execution model at the processor level - but one can see that the characteristics are more visible at the program level - dynamic typing for one means that a variable doesn't have to be of one type in its lifetime... so my big question need not have only one answer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to think more on this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-8486254195916154895?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/8486254195916154895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=8486254195916154895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/8486254195916154895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/8486254195916154895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2008/06/compiled-vs-dynamic.html' title='compiled vs. dynamic'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-3751569295350611163</id><published>2008-06-02T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T05:05:48.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>www.paulgraham.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love his site. White background, Navigation + Content on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love his writing. Go read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-3751569295350611163?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/3751569295350611163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=3751569295350611163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/3751569295350611163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/3751569295350611163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2008/06/wwwpaulgrahamcom.html' title='www.paulgraham.com'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-5139124539601608569</id><published>2008-02-01T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T07:22:57.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one bites the dust</title><content type='html'>Thursday, 31 Jan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of the SANGAM 2008  (The NGO Summit at AOL)- went with the idea of volunteering but i ended up attending more workshops than volunteering. I heard the famous Vandana Shiva talk. And she is good, no doubt. But she went on one extreme, criticizing almost everything without offering many solutions. But she did give this wonderful Native Indian quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ecc0ae;"&gt;When all the trees have been cut down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ecc0ae;"&gt;                     when all the animals have been hunted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ecc0ae;"&gt;                     when all the waters are polluted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ecc0ae;"&gt;                     when all the air is unsafe to breathe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ecc0ae;"&gt;                     only then will you discover you cannot eat money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stop and cry now, before proceeding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title alludes to a concept (a cherished one) that unfortunately has ended it's stay in my heart. I refer to the use of non-conventional energy sources. Dr. Girish, one of the speakers at the 'Sustainable Utilization of Energy' workshop in the Summit killed it. And I'm glad he did. Not for me the fascination of Reva or solar lighting in my building any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you ask, when all the world is talking about stopping the use of fossil fuels and go solar, go wind? Simple, more fossil fuel goes to make the current solar and wind systems than the amount they are able to offset. It will take more than 20 years of consistent use of a solar panel for it to generate the amount of electricity that would have been generated by the amount of fossil fuel that went to make it. And most solar panels don't last those many years nor are they used all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only solar/wind, the electric cars that we 'would buy if we have the money' are also not efficient. Electric batteries that drive mechanical devices are less than 25% efficient - which means they use up more fossil fuel than normal petrol cars. Yes, 'we' don't pollute - but the power station that make our electricity are still releasing the fumes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked? I certainly was. I was really planning to look for a solar battery charged UPS for a single computer (or make one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culprit is entropy. There are various definitions of entropy including the simple 'measure of randomness in a system' but the one I like is - 'The amount of energy unavailable for work.'&lt;br /&gt;Solar and wind are high entropy energies - Not enough is available for conversion - at least with current technologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, we are better using fossil fuels. Or using bio energy (walking/cycling) - will talk more about it soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-5139124539601608569?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/5139124539601608569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=5139124539601608569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/5139124539601608569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/5139124539601608569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another one bites the dust'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-1906998007235913564</id><published>2007-11-29T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T11:38:59.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there anybody alive out there?</title><content type='html'>Very catchy, very anthemic, consequently very concert-friendly and ultimately *very* Boss is his new song  _Radio Nowhere_,  a song that I heard on  &lt;a href="http://radioindigo.fm"&gt;Radio Indigo&lt;/a&gt; yesterday and again today, riding home after a really fun session with &lt;a href="http://alexmoon.blogspot.com"&gt;Sky&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://servelots.com"&gt;Dinesh&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://absorb.it"&gt;Rene&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://janaastu.org"&gt;Janaastu&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the abovementioned trio and &lt;a href="http://ace.uci.edu/index.php/ACENEW/person/68"&gt;Kavitha&lt;/a&gt;, at &lt;a href="http://barcampbangalore.org"&gt;BarCamp Bangalore&lt;/a&gt;. Well, actually I'd met Sky a day earlier at &lt;a href="http://www.rangashankara.org/"&gt;RangaShankara&lt;/a&gt;, where I acted in a play by David Horsborough called 'The Ungrateful Man'. More on David and the play sometime later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky is doing her Ph.D while not espousing Ubuntu, traveling on grants and in general, learning and teaching lots of things. She taught me to play &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capoeira"&gt;capoeira&lt;/a&gt; at BarCamp and we play everytime conversation flags, which is often the case with me at one end :). She is interesting and vital, this Aussie, with a strong Padmanabha chakra. She doesn't believe in characteristics of blood groups, so I asked her to read &lt;a href="http://www.bloodgivers.com/character.asp"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, though there was a better site on the topic earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kavitha is a professor at UCI. Very enthu about many things and very knowledgeable, K. is a one of the best orator/presenters I have heard. She gave a talk at &lt;a href="http://www.iisc.ernet.in/nias/"&gt;NIAS&lt;/a&gt; that I understood very little of - I was concentrating on the performance more than the content. She also gave me a couple of Sci/Fi books. I will read one of them before she returns :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rene is a programmer from Germany - he has set up Community Wireless networks and gave a talk at BarCamp on the same topic and got folks in Bangalore very interested. Also got to know a little about German politics and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Squatting"&gt;squatting&lt;/a&gt; from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TB Dinesh is probably the wackiest of the lot - he had us protesting against the Nandigram violence after BarCamp. We stopped people at Church Street, gave flyers and asked them protest visually, which meant people did some crazy stuff like kick imaginary balls, stare at the moon and dance. All this while the jazz band at JavaCity was playing great 60s/70s music for us. At other times, he runs a software company, an NGO and lectures on Principles of Programming. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I can safely answer Springsteen - "Yes, Boss!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-1906998007235913564?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/1906998007235913564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=1906998007235913564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/1906998007235913564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/1906998007235913564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-there-anybody-alive-out-there.html' title='Is there anybody alive out there?'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-5244079261784001201</id><published>2007-10-12T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T05:47:19.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's music to my ears</title><content type='html'>It's what I have been listening to that makes me what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two bands. Two different kinds of music. One outcome - exhilaration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mili Bhagat&lt;br /&gt;It's the most exciting sound to come from India since Indian Ocean. Techno-Sufi they like to call themselves. Find them on YouTube or Tyoogle for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emergence: A fusion band from Auroville. Fusion in more ways that one - Sri Lankan/American and many other nationalities form the band. They sing in atleast 3 languages - and they are groovy.&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/emergencemusic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Listening. I'll sign off with what a kiddo at Poseidon told me today - "However hot it be outside, you gotta be cool inside."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-5244079261784001201?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/5244079261784001201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=5244079261784001201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/5244079261784001201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/5244079261784001201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2007/10/thats-music-to-my-ears.html' title='That&apos;s music to my ears'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-1891057547472106189</id><published>2007-08-06T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T12:02:16.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, Bad and Ugly inside us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;My Dad has told me a few things in life. Apart from bringing me to the Earth in this janma, he has told me some facts of life. Most were borrowed, I feel, not owned. But then he has told me stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember much of my childhood other than the joy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;listening to stories he told me. Most of the stories were from the Great Indian Epics. Then I contrived to learn to read :(. And that was the end of the bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sometime after my rebel-without-a-cause years, he told me something that I felt came like oil from a sea bed (Bad simile? I know:). He told me how the Mahabharata happens inside us. The Pandavas and Kauravas are reflections of our qualities.  The bad ones do outnumber the good :). Like most things we truly understand, this didn't require any proof. I remember thinking 'Dad actually knows something'. Also, confronted with 'my' negativities, it was comforting to hear that at the time :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://srisriravishankar.org"&gt;Sri Sri&lt;/a&gt;, in his inimitable, wise and simple style, says, "You have to go beyond Gold and Good to find God". Offering our actions, thoughts and feelings, both Good and Bad, is not easy, but that is what we need to do. And I am always searching for affirmations of this truism. Luckily, when I went to &lt;a href="http://twaddler-doodler.blogspot.com"&gt;VP&lt;/a&gt;'s house after coffee with him on this particularly good non-productive day at office, I learnt about &lt;a href="http://www.vedicscholar.com"&gt;www.vedicscholar.com&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great site - and offers a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lot &lt;/span&gt;of free knowledge based on birth information, including a horoscope, probable career paths and planetary transitions likely to affect you in the coming future. And it told me that I could be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; And a pimp :). And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;an astrologer! As if one needs a reason to look at the stars! Go find what's in store for you. The freedom you will feel is great - These bad qualities are not 'mine'. It's really liberating. Along with it also comes the humbling reality - The good qualities are not 'mine'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-1891057547472106189?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/1891057547472106189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=1891057547472106189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/1891057547472106189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/1891057547472106189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-bad-and-ugly-inside-us.html' title='The Good, Bad and Ugly inside us'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-3039185571569439730</id><published>2007-07-17T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T03:02:43.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ogden Nash rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On the basis of the quotations alone, he is on par with Shaw, Twain and Wilde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Simbly wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Enjoy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A family is a unit composed not only of children but of men, women, an occasional animal, and the common cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The cow is of the bovine ilk; one end is moo, the other milk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(And some truths in palatable form)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Do you think my mind is maturing late, or simply rotted early? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Were it not for making a living, which is rather a nouciance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Ogden Nash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-3039185571569439730?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/3039185571569439730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=3039185571569439730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/3039185571569439730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/3039185571569439730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2007/07/ogden-nash-rocks.html' title='Ogden Nash rocks!'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-6194405869313733512</id><published>2007-07-16T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T08:08:56.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good Monday</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful Monday - heard a lot of Alan Watts - he is super cool. Search for him and listen! He is a wonderful speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of his talks he tells about the Yetzer Harra - the irreducible rascal as he calls it... Here is a great article on the same aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sum Of His Parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A good word about the evil inclination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;by David Holzel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Beam back with me now to one of the early episodes of the original "Star Trek" series, "The Enemy Within." Pity poor Captain Kirk -- a transporter malfunction splits him in two. Kirk No. 1 is a wild, irrational brute -- pure     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;id. Kirk No. 2 is gentle and compassionate. He is presumed the real captain, until the crew notice he is unable to make a decision -- fateful or otherwise -- and, in fact, is sinking into paralysis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All ends well, of course. The transporter is patched together. And so is Captain Kirk. He emerges unified, greater than the sum of his parts, and fit enough to survive three seasons of the TV series plus a half-dozen mostly forgettable movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Viewed through a Jewish lens, this episode is an allegory of a man whose yetzer hara, or evil inclination, is split from his yetzer hatov, or good inclination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Philosophically, we're told we need yetzer hara, because our struggle to overcome it characterizes the Jewish belief that people are endowed with free will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But there is something more fundamental about our need for yetzer hara: Without it, we'd become the sniveling Captain Kirk, or a Paul McCartney who, liberated from John Lennon's dark scrutiny, is free to write "Silly Love Songs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"If not for the evil impulse," says the midrash, "no one would build a house, marry, have children, nor engage in trade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So maybe the evil inclination isn't so bad after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Far from a demonic force that needs to be destroyed, yetzer hara represents creativity, ambition and will. It is more morally neutral than its name suggests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Yetzer hara is not necessarily evil," says Jeffrey Salkin, a Reform rabbi in New York and author of "Being God's Partner." "It has been called the selfish inclination, and yetzer hatov the selfless piece of us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Rabbi Steven Lebow, of Temple Kol Emeth in Marietta, Georgia, describes yetzer hara as a person's "dark well of energy. It would be better if we understood it in the Freudian sense of the id," he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The trick, according to Judaism, is what you do with what you've got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Balance is an integral part of a Jewish lifestyle," Rabbi Salkin says. "Judaism doesn't believe in getting rid of the body, in getting rid of desire. The focus is sanctifying what you do. That's a profoundly humanistic way of looking at the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That's why any meal can become a mirror of a service in the ancient Temple -- compliments of a few blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And that's why Judaism neither bans drinking nor encourages drinking freely. Instead, it encourages making kiddush -- the sanctification over wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sexuality often is associated with yetzer hara. But sexuality is neutral, Rabbi Salkin points out. "It is sanctifiable. It includes marriage -- the holy of holies -- and it includes rape."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Others believe the dark well of yetzer hara represents a dread that we never can quite shake: our fear of death. In this view, yetzer hatov is our drive to connect with the eternal. Judaism says this is accomplished by our relation with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yetzer hara is our sneaking suspicion, or out-and-out conviction, that this life is all there is. It pulls us from the holy to the corporeal. To defy death, our yetzer hara stirs us to build monuments to ourselves -- families, businesses, works of art. These, we know, will survive us. (Why else do captains of the starship Enterprise leave detailed mission logs? Why else are there reruns?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;One thing more -- if it's all a question of balance, can there be too much yetzer hatov? Yes, Rabbi Salkin says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Too much leads to premature saintliness. If one is overly righteous, one is likely to become suicidal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It was Rabbi Hillel who, 2,000 years ago, set the balance between the two warring impulses: "If I am not for myself, who is for me? And if I am only for myself, what am I?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's a lesson James T. Kirk learned early on. After he got himself together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-6194405869313733512?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/6194405869313733512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=6194405869313733512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/6194405869313733512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/6194405869313733512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-monday.html' title='A good Monday'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-9063694118629818106</id><published>2007-05-18T01:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T02:00:40.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug (ger)!</title><content type='html'>This is a small post. Had a thought some time back that said "Software bugs and stress in life are connected". This is a brief elaboration of that thought's core idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know what a bug is - it is simply software not fuctioning as it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soltechnology.com/robertkemble.htm"&gt;Bob Kembel&lt;/a&gt; did trainings at HCL, where I used to work. During one of these, he told us that to solve a bug, we need to know two things:&lt;br /&gt;1. What should happen (the correct flow)&lt;br /&gt;2. What is happening (the 'buggy' flow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress is also a difference between 'What is' and 'What should'. We keep an idea of what should happen in our lives and when this is not in sync with what is happening, stress is created. This takes various forms: fear, anxiety and so many of the psychosomatic disorders that we see today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a way that will solve the second problem (in our lives), that might give us insights into how to solve the first? Wait and watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-9063694118629818106?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/9063694118629818106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=9063694118629818106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/9063694118629818106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/9063694118629818106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2007/05/bug-ger.html' title='Bug (ger)!'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-5144130337449063740</id><published>2007-05-07T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T03:10:30.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digg this!</title><content type='html'>It's a nice Monday afternoon. I haven't got any work done yet and (therefore?) I'm feeling happy. And the coffee is making me put this blog down - something I'm doing after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what I'll do is plug some sites that I've been visiting to keep me from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.coverville.com/archives/2007/03/coverville_299.html"&gt;Coverville&lt;/a&gt; is a cool podcast by Brian Ibbott. Although I'm not a big fan of his voice, I really like the stuff he plays (most of the times :). Like this morning, I heard this cover of Def Leppard's 'Photograph' that is surely better than the orig. This was on his first edition of coverville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. www.digg.com&lt;br /&gt;(These guys were under pressure but they bow(i)ed to their readers' wishes. gotta love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;Ok &lt;a href="http://twaddler-doodler.blogspot.com/"&gt;VP&lt;/a&gt; I agree! Wiki is cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio&lt;br /&gt;I'll slog on the bug...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-5144130337449063740?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/5144130337449063740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=5144130337449063740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/5144130337449063740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/5144130337449063740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2007/05/digg-this.html' title='Digg this!'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-9037392726569163494</id><published>2007-01-19T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T06:35:33.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words spoken by the Elders of Oraibi, Arizona Hopi Nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And there are things to be considered: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Where are you living? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;What are you doing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;What are your relationships? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Are you in right relation? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Where is your water? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Know your garden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It is time to speak your Truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Create your community. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Be good to each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And do not look outside yourself for the leader. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This could be a good time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;There is a river flowing now very fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;They will try to hold on to the shore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;They will feel they are being torn apart, and they will suffer greatly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Know the river has its destination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;See who is in there with you and celebrate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Least of all, ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;For the momnet that we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The time of the lone wolf is over.  Gather yourselves! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We are the ones we've been waiting for." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-9037392726569163494?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/9037392726569163494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=9037392726569163494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/9037392726569163494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/9037392726569163494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2007/01/words-spoken-by-elders-of-oraibi.html' title='Words spoken by the Elders of Oraibi, Arizona Hopi Nation'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-6325646183483555628</id><published>2006-12-21T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T05:35:42.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;One of the resolutions of the new year can be - be more consistent blogging - maybe once I get a net connection @ home and I stop surfing TV for something remotely interesting (or titillating), maybe this will happen. Actually, am reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Psycho-Cybernetics-New-More-Living-Life/dp/0671700758/sr=1-1/qid=1166707360/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-4248251-5663232?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Psycho-cybernetics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;, which puts the self-image as the driving force of all actions rather than the Will. All this is so interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Anyways, a lot happened and a lot of thoughts but didn't find time to put it down.  Got to see Shivamani live in action and he blew me off my feet - literally. Was the only one dancing at Palace Grounds - was laughed at but not much time to ponder that when the root chakra was being pumped by the mad man playing the drums of the world and things from the kitchen and the bathroom. He was admirably complemented by a group of traditional temple drummers from Kerala I think - but not sure - could be K'taka though. But awesome stuff - it was part of Bengalooru Habba '06 (and to think I went thinking TAAQ would be playing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Also went for Shakti - very decent stuff and quite the showmen these guys are - but didn't come close to the madness that Shivamani chanelled into his playing... also caught Rajan/Sajan Mishra with Birju Maharaj. The old man wasn't able to move much but the jugalbandi that they did with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;bols &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;was quite outstanding - surely a special form of super-sanity is required for such magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Neways, will post some more - soon enough, hopefully - and will tell about why the colour of the season is green!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-6325646183483555628?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/6325646183483555628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=6325646183483555628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/6325646183483555628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/6325646183483555628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-much-to-say.html' title='So much to say'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-116366312328507185</id><published>2006-11-15T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:45:23.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart Linux</title><content type='html'>Really - all you Windoze freaks are just that, you know - dozing your way in cyberspace - doing what the system tells you to do. How about doing it the other way for a change, eh? How about having u'r say on what the program should do - how the program should look and behave? And how about typing in commands for a change - or will u just be frickin-clickin all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok - have got sound, a 1024*768 and a keyboard shortcuts for the terminal - Nothing much needed, I'd say - well, Eclipse is good to have for dumb Java that doesn't work on Makefiles (one has to earn to eat!) - Actually I'm hoping MadWifi works too - and then pretty much don't need Windoze (which I unintentionally sent to long hibernation while installing linux). My stars are in ascencion ever since. &lt;a href="http://www.freewillastrology.com"&gt;Read&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you are a programmer, you might want to know if you the &lt;a href="http://www.pbm.com/%7Elindahl/real.programmers.html"&gt;real deal :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-116366312328507185?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/116366312328507185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=116366312328507185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/116366312328507185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/116366312328507185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-heart-linux.html' title='I heart Linux'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-115980413057776008</id><published>2006-10-02T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T09:21:34.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agar tune mera (iodized) namak khaaya hai OR Common salt and the Bhagvad Gita</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So let's get down straight to it - how is salt connected to the Gita? It started when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.srisriravishankar.org"&gt;Sri Sri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;  told us some time back about the  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.unicef.org/infobycountry/india_27575.html"&gt;The Government of India ban on non-iodized salt in the country&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;. In fact, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.unicef.org/infobycountry/india_30012.html"&gt;Roger Moore came as a rep from UNICEF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; for promoting iodization of salt. Sri Sri, a wise man by any standard, was very serious and has taken up this issue with a lot of vigour after a deliberation of 3 months and has asked all of us to protect our right to choose which salt we want to use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;There are many levels to this issue, something that I found out a little talk with my friend Dr. Kunal and then browsing the universal mind (WWW :). Let us consider the problem at the different levels:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;1. Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The enforcers of the ban say that Iodine deficiency causes lack of brain development and will lead to goitre and that salt fortification is a cheap and easy way to ensure that this problem is solved. Universal Salt Iodization(USI) is the term used and you don't need to be a conspiracy theorist to see the reference to Big Brother. For the history and effects of USI, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://saltinstitute.org"&gt;Salt Institute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; is a good site - but hey, it is obviously industry driven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Those against the law say that Indians have a high salt diet (ahh Mom's pickles) and forced iodization will make people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.mythyroid.com"&gt;hyperthyroid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;. An endocronologist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.thesouthasian.org/archives/2005/the_salt_debates_and_another_b.html"&gt;argues quite well against&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; the usefulness of USI - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.unu.edu/Unupress/food/V193e/ch06.htm"&gt;Iodine is quickly lost on cooking and due to high moisture in salt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;. Hyperthyroidism definitely seems to be a problem, especially in urban areas. But the greatest threat of Iodine seems to be AIDS - if you believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://wonder-cures.com/art2.htm"&gt;this awesome site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;2. Economy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Pro-USI: Iodization of salt is cheap - "only the cost of a cup of tea a year per person". This seems patently false. Iodized salt manufactured by biggies like Tata and HLL are Rs. 10 a packet and 'common' salt that I bought in Bangalore is Rs. 5 (was this shopkeeeper plainly ignoring this law?). In villages, the iodized version is almost three times the vanilla version. No wonder then, that talks of the salt lobby being behind this law are commonplace. But there is an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://archive.salon.com/tech/feature/2001/08/20/salt/index2.html"&gt;Agent Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; to the Neo here too. (take that article with a pinch of salt, however - it uses the same method that it argues against - emotion - to pitch USI!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;3. Effected populace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The figures are also inconsistent - the pro-USI people say that 254 out of some 350 surveyed districts had goitre problems - and this they say is not limited to the Himalayan belt that is known for the goitre problems. The doctor however says that only 2.5% of Indians are iodine deficient. It seems like you can find what you are looking for :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;4. Values&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sri Sri is now talking of a second salt Satyagraha. Basic freedom (at least in matters of food!) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;self reliance are at stake. Next, there will be iron fortified wheat - which again might have to imported - our villagers will not be able to eat what the neighbouring village produces! Of course, the job of the government is not easy, given that many of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.indianpediatrics.net/march-293-295.htm"&gt;educated doctors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; feel that there is no substitute to iodization of salt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;It seems to me that both parties are well-balanced and this is not an easy matter to decide. Of course, there is the mandatory third option - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.rawfoods.com/articles/kicksalt.html"&gt;don't eat salt altogether&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;:) What I love is that I am taking a side knowing fully well that this is not a cut-and-dried issue. I even have a friend on the other side (Dr. Kunal). And herein lies the fun - I am going to go full out and protest against the ban - And that is what I think the Gita exhorts us to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;This is a blog that I loved thinking about. I can consider my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.nrilinks.com/india/festivals/Dussehara.htm"&gt;Vijay Dasami&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; well-spent :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio All - Have a good fight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-115980413057776008?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/115980413057776008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=115980413057776008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/115980413057776008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/115980413057776008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2006/10/agar-tune-mera-iodized-namak-khaaya.html' title='Agar tune mera (iodized) namak khaaya hai OR Common salt and the Bhagvad Gita'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-115882133330075174</id><published>2006-09-20T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:48:53.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some crap before linux boot please!</title><content type='html'>So here we were, trying to install Fedora Core 4 so we can get some decent development going in our &lt;a href="http://www.reinventsoft.com"&gt;new office&lt;/a&gt;, and we get a kernel panic immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google is mostly a dont-wanna-use-brain-so-will-just-look-it-up device. Denial is pointless. So we look up &lt;a href="http://www.linuxquestions.org"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site first and there is all this talk about SATA and initrd and all other logical BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I find this solution in &lt;a href="http://www.fedoraforum.org"&gt;fedoraforum&lt;/a&gt; - just type a nonsensical word first and then boot as usual. Like type 'this is crazy' first - and then linux mediacheck - and no kernel panic, no nonsense. The idea probably being - all garbage out first, then it's all smooth cruising. And you thought such things happened only in Windoze and Harry Potter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-115882133330075174?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/115882133330075174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=115882133330075174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/115882133330075174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/115882133330075174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-crap-before-linux-boot-please.html' title='Some crap before linux boot please!'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-115703758811899223</id><published>2006-08-31T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T08:19:48.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hammerspace!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;...and there might be an MC before that too. Just Hammerspace. Was reading the Wiki for Manga (came to this through a forward, initially from a girl who loves Anime) when this delightful concept of Hammerspace jumped out of nowhere. As defined in Wiki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hammerspace draws its name from a semi-common &lt;a title="Cliché" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clich%C3%A9"&gt;cliché&lt;/a&gt; in humorous &lt;a title="Anime" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anime"&gt;anime&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Manga" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manga"&gt;manga&lt;/a&gt;: Male character Y offends or otherwise angers female character X. X then draws a wooden mallet—ranging in size from large to downright ludicrous—out of nowhere and bashes Y with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;NOw you see where the MC might have come from? :). And in India it might be Belanspace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-115703758811899223?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/115703758811899223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=115703758811899223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/115703758811899223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/115703758811899223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2006/08/hammerspace.html' title='Hammerspace!'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-115579749946602335</id><published>2006-08-16T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:51:39.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Krishna stories and Janmashtami (double meaning!!)</title><content type='html'>The past three days I have been going to the Art of Living Ashram and every day there is something new to learn. Yesterday was Krishna Janmashtami. Apart from a nice dance and skits by children, there was a lot of learning. We heard a recitation of the Gita and were exhorted to just read the Bhagvad Gita with its simple translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of our stories have multiple levels of meaning. Or atleast two :). Like some of the stories of Krishna seem to be plain simple fun but experts say that the essence of Vedanta is distilled into them. The story of Janmashtami and its meaning as told by Sri Sri (all mistakes are mine):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krishna was born to Devaki (body) and Vasudev(Prana). Krishna stands for Ananda or bliss while his Uncle Kamsa is ego or (dur)Ahamkara. The jail where Krishna was born is the world and the sentries are the five senses. When the senses are asleep (i.e. not involved in the world), Ananda is born. To save Krishna from Kamsa, you have to cross Yamuna or love. On the other side is Go-kul, where knowledge permeates. Go means knowledge or the senses, depending on context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sure sign of a wise man is the light (but not disrespectful) manner that very high knowledge rests upon him. A Swamiji from Rishikesh, regular visitor to the Ashram and wonderful orator is a case in point. Regaling us with stories of Krishna as a child, he himself became childlike and innocent. He told the story of Krishna and his friends causing havoc by having peeing competitions in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aangan &lt;/span&gt;of a house  and of course the stealing butter. In the middle, and you'd have missed it if you were distracted by a bee buzzing, he told about birth and death:&lt;br /&gt;Death is only the Big Sleep, but what we are really afraid of is not dying, but our possessions not remaining with us when we awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like why we lock our houses when we sleep, i guess. But is that bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-115579749946602335?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/115579749946602335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=115579749946602335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/115579749946602335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/115579749946602335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2006/08/krishna-stories-and-janmashtami-double.html' title='Krishna stories and Janmashtami (double meaning!!)'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-115339593603075120</id><published>2006-07-20T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T04:45:36.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MLM schemes and Dan B</title><content type='html'>First, let's get over the sad part. One Art Of Living member told me she had a business oppurtunity when I told her I was a software engineer looking for a change of job. I went to her place at the appointed hour and found another AOL member sitting near a Mac Powerbook. She asked me to help opening a document and I was quite excited - maybe these guys are real novices and somehow have chanced upon a technical venture for which they don't have expertise. The sight of an IIT engineer enthused me even more - although we have never been great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second slide she showed brought me to the ground. I was soon to go under. It was an MLM. Multi-level marketing. Searching for 'making money online' or 'home business' should give you examples of these. However, read through this blog before you do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  I sat and heard how I can be financially free - I would have to make $3000 a day for that, according to the presentation. The product was a 2gm gold coin - it really doesn't matter - it can be personal hygiene to personality development. The actual cost, she claimed, was Rs. 8000 (not really, but i'll humour her). And the joining fee, was Rs. 32, 000. Anyway, after I found that she was quite dumb, I left - however, I didn't make some scathing remark that I ought to have. It was a shock that these people who I admired were perpetrating such offenses. Thankfully, however, I think these are a minority - Sri Sri still makes a lot of sense and the Sudarshan Kriya is really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I looked up the internet for some facts on such 'organizations' and here are a couple for you to ponder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mlmwatch.org/01General/10lies.html"&gt;Robert Fitzpatrick's 10 lies of MLM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celcee.edu/publications/digest/Dig98-2.html"&gt;Center for Entreprenuerial leadership&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact there are so many ways to make money online that &lt;a href="http://aboutweblogs.com/makemoney/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt; is making money online talking about making money online. Man, I should do something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a close by land, not so far ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhauji was reading Dan Brown. Although he seems to copy a lot of his material, he at least doesn't dupe people. I  read Digital Fortress and Angels and Demons recently - and both were quite fast and gripping. It's not great literature - but hey, it keeps the mind occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another book I shouldn't be reading is 'Perfect sight without eyeglasses'. All such books preach the Bates' Method. Bates was a doc who found that glasses were not the method to correct bad sight - instead they worsen vision by 'helping' us form bad habits. Compulsive reading against reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-115339593603075120?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/115339593603075120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=115339593603075120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/115339593603075120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/115339593603075120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2006/07/mlm-schemes-and-dan-b.html' title='MLM schemes and Dan B'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-115052278947017526</id><published>2006-06-16T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:39:49.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are in denial</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;(A write up by Sri Sri - it seems to apply very much to me right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negating identity causes inaction, sloth and lethargy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRI SRI RAVI SHANKAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you come across a Communist, with a Hindu name, and ask him about his&lt;br /&gt;identity, he will deny being a Hindu. Yet, a Muslim Communist often claims&lt;br /&gt;his identity without hesitation. One wonders what causes this difference in&lt;br /&gt;attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting to probe into the psyche of identity, which often is a&lt;br /&gt;source of security, insecurity, conflict and comfort. Perhaps the following&lt;br /&gt;reasons would answer the identity crises of the Hindus. The broadmindedness&lt;br /&gt;of Hinduism, its inherent inclusiveness and secularism, makes Hindus feel&lt;br /&gt;guilty about claiming their identity, as it is embedded in their philosophy&lt;br /&gt;that it is wrong to exclude others. Claiming a religious identity makes them&lt;br /&gt;feel they are excluding others and so they shy away from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindus have been traditionally groomed by the Vedanta to drop all&lt;br /&gt;identities. This has deeply influenced the Hindu psyche. Hindu philosophy is&lt;br /&gt;woven around egolessness. Let alone their religion, some sadhus don’t even&lt;br /&gt;say their name; they would say, “What’s in a name?” Sanyasis are even shy to&lt;br /&gt;talk about their parentage. A renowned ascetic in Rishikesh would meet with&lt;br /&gt;everybody, but not his own mother and family. When asked, he would say, “I&lt;br /&gt;am Vedanti; once I have taken sanyasa, I have dropped all my identities.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an erroneous understanding of Vedanta. Why do we fear the identity&lt;br /&gt;so much? Seeing identity as stumbling blocks for one’s growth is ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;Sanyasa is transcending identity; it is being in that centredness from where&lt;br /&gt;you have equal love and compassion for all. It is the unshakable light and&lt;br /&gt;richness that one has found in one’s Being which is universal. Transcending&lt;br /&gt;identity is different from denying identity. When religious leaders&lt;br /&gt;themselves denounce their identity, the community follows suit. This is akin&lt;br /&gt;to the thought that secularism is anti-religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caste identity is in some places much stronger than religious identity. The&lt;br /&gt;normal tendency is to go for one single identity than for a dual one. So,&lt;br /&gt;between caste and religion, many Hindus seem to go for caste. Hindus feel&lt;br /&gt;ashamed of the ills of Hinduism — its superstition, untouchability, and&lt;br /&gt;practices like sati are usually highlighted in the media, rather than its&lt;br /&gt;unparalleled philosophy and scientific temperament. Thus, for several&lt;br /&gt;centuries Hindu bashing has been a fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The media seems to have given the prerogative of Hindu identity to the RSS&lt;br /&gt;and VHP and secular-minded Hindus would not like to associate with these two&lt;br /&gt;organisations. As a result they shy away from their own identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within India itself, we witness a great deal of ignorance about the Hindu&lt;br /&gt;religion and its scriptures. Although Hindus form 80 per cent population of&lt;br /&gt;India, there is still only one university which teaches Hinduism — whereas&lt;br /&gt;there are five which teach Islam, five which teach Christianity, two which&lt;br /&gt;teach Sikhism and one that teaches Jainism. You would find every Muslim&lt;br /&gt;would know a couple of verses from the Quran; you can hardly find a&lt;br /&gt;Christian who has not read the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Hindus who know Sanskrit or a few shlokas are rare. Most educated Hindus&lt;br /&gt;know the Bible; they know Christmas carols. When they know nothing about&lt;br /&gt;their religion, how can they take pride in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 1.25 billion Hindus in the world, a little over one-sixth of the&lt;br /&gt;world’s population, but you hardly find a single Hindu lobby at&lt;br /&gt;international forums. You will find a Christian lobby, a Muslim lobby or a&lt;br /&gt;Jewish lobby, but you can’t find a Hindu lobby. Just 12 million Jews in the&lt;br /&gt;world are such a powerful voice. Buddhists also have a voice and make their&lt;br /&gt;presence felt at world forums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In countries of south and central America and in Europe, although they are&lt;br /&gt;secular democracies, they are not shy to proclaim their allegiance to&lt;br /&gt;Christianity. You will find the religious symbol of the Cross placed in&lt;br /&gt;their parliaments; chaplains offer prayer before every official dinner.&lt;br /&gt;While associations like YMCA (Young Men’s Christian Association) have gained&lt;br /&gt;wide acceptance. Why then is it that Hindu associations are viewed with&lt;br /&gt;scepticism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong community is an asset to any nation. A weak community will always&lt;br /&gt;be in fear and because of insecurity will become aggressive. It is the pride&lt;br /&gt;in one’s identity which strengthens the community. Identity is in no way&lt;br /&gt;contradictory to universality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often ask, “Will not the concept of global family, Vasudhaiva&lt;br /&gt;Kutambakam, contradict patriotism? Similarly, will your religious identity&lt;br /&gt;not conflict with your universality?’’ The answer is “No”. Your duty as a&lt;br /&gt;family man is not a hindrance for your realisation that you are Brahman. You&lt;br /&gt;don’t need to run away to the forest to realise “All this is Brahman”. Your&lt;br /&gt;being spiritual in no way contradicts your being a socially responsible&lt;br /&gt;citizen. In fact, it enhances your ability to care and share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conflict in the world is because people are either stuck in their&lt;br /&gt;identity, and die for it, or shy away from their identity and lose their&lt;br /&gt;roots. One has to opt for a middle path. The ideal situation will be when&lt;br /&gt;every religion transcends its identity. Until that time, it is unwise for&lt;br /&gt;the Hindus to let go of their identity. We cannot, and should not, eliminate&lt;br /&gt;differences on this planet. We need to celebrate the differences. And this&lt;br /&gt;is the uniqueness of Bharat — from the atheism of Charvaka to Bhakthi Panth&lt;br /&gt;and Sufism, it’s one beautiful bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An identity is related to an action. Denial of identity will dump you in&lt;br /&gt;inaction, sloth and lethargy and hence Krishna reminds Arjuna of his&lt;br /&gt;Kshatriya identity even while giving “Brahma gyan” to remind him of his&lt;br /&gt;duties and responsibilities. Otherwise while giving this High knowledge of&lt;br /&gt;the Self, why would Krishna remind him again and again of his limited&lt;br /&gt;identity. The limited identity in no way contradicts the universal one. A&lt;br /&gt;policeman cannot perform his duties — steer the traffic — if he fails to&lt;br /&gt;acknowledge his identity. Similarly, if a businessman shies away from his&lt;br /&gt;identity, he cannot function. The same is the story of Hindu identity. India&lt;br /&gt;cannot make a distinct mark on the world if it ignores its religious and&lt;br /&gt;spiritual heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;       &lt;!--endarticle--&gt;      &lt;hr /&gt;      &lt;ul&gt; &lt;!--threads--&gt;&lt;li&gt;Previous message: &lt;a href="https://lists.cs.columbia.edu/pipermail/ornet/2004-November/009443.html"&gt;[Ornet] Emailing: 111004st8 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next message: &lt;a href="https://lists.cs.columbia.edu/pipermail/ornet/2004-November/009446.html"&gt;[Ornet] Real Thanks Giving ... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Messages sorted by:&lt;/b&gt;                &lt;a href="https://lists.cs.columbia.edu/pipermail/ornet/2004-November/date.html#9445"&gt;[ date ]&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;a href="https://lists.cs.columbia.edu/pipermail/ornet/2004-November/thread.html#9445"&gt;[ thread ]&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;a href="https://lists.cs.columbia.edu/pipermail/ornet/2004-November/subject.html#9445"&gt;[ subject ]&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;a href="https://lists.cs.columbia.edu/pipermail/ornet/2004-November/author.html#9445"&gt;[ author ]&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;a href="http://lists.cs.columbia.edu/mailman/listinfo/ornet"&gt;More information about the Ornet mailing list&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-115052278947017526?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/115052278947017526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=115052278947017526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/115052278947017526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/115052278947017526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-are-in-denial.html' title='We are in denial'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-115044012516339751</id><published>2006-06-15T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:42:05.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D.D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ambroce Bierce did us all a big service by putting into words what words stand in the hearts and minds of men and women like you and me. He also adorned it with some verse so we can nod assent and feel guilty doing it. It is now downloadable free of cost from Gutendberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some gems (and I'm in 'A' yet):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTUALLY, adv.  Perhaps; possibly. (! That's how I use it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVICE, n.  The smallest current coin. (!awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "The man was in such deep distress,"&lt;br /&gt;  Said Tom, "that I could do no less&lt;br /&gt;  Than give him good advice."  Said Jim:&lt;br /&gt;  "If less could have been done for him&lt;br /&gt;  I know you well enough, my son,&lt;br /&gt;  To know that's what you would have done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADMIRATION, n.  Our polite recognition of another's resemblance to&lt;br /&gt;ourselves.     (insightful and brutally honest!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIM, n.  The task we set our wishes to.&lt;br /&gt;  "Cheer up!  Have you no aim in life?"&lt;br /&gt;      She tenderly inquired.&lt;br /&gt;  "An aim?  Well, no, I haven't, wife;&lt;br /&gt;      The fact is -- I have fired."      &lt;br /&gt;(for those about to marry, we salute them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIR, n.  A nutritious substance supplied by a bountiful Providence for the fattening of the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLAH, n.  The Mahometan Supreme Being, as distinguished from the&lt;br /&gt;Christian, Jewish, and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Allah's good laws I faithfully have kept,&lt;br /&gt;  And ever for the sins of man have wept;&lt;br /&gt;      And sometimes kneeling in the temple I&lt;br /&gt;  Have reverently crossed my hands and slept.&lt;br /&gt;  -Junker Barlow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-115044012516339751?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/115044012516339751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=115044012516339751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/115044012516339751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/115044012516339751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2006/06/dd.html' title='D.D'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-115018398495281394</id><published>2006-06-13T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:33:05.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The six wealths</title><content type='html'>How wealthy are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;According to ancient Indian knowledge, you are wealthy if you have a lot of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sama: Having a say over mental faculties - not letting the mind dictate terms.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dama: Having a say over you physical body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; - able to stay awake when you want etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Titiksha - Forebearance. Ability to forbear opposing forces with equanimity.&lt;br /&gt;4. Uparati - Ability to enjoy what one is doing.&lt;br /&gt;5. Shraddha - Faith.&lt;br /&gt;6. Samadhaana - Contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us have each of these to differing extents. Are you wealthy? I surely need more!! How do I do it - One of the ways to do that is to do the Art of Living Part 2 course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-115018398495281394?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/115018398495281394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=115018398495281394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/115018398495281394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/115018398495281394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2006/06/six-wealths.html' title='The six wealths'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-115018267660790845</id><published>2006-06-13T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:11:16.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes are great</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;... especially if they say what you want them to say :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few that did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Idleness, like kisses, must be stolen to be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;2. It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has a lot of work to do - Jerome K Jerome&lt;br /&gt;3. You know, you can't please all the people all the time... and last night, all those people were at my show - Mitch Hedgeberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-115018267660790845?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/115018267660790845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=115018267660790845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/115018267660790845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/115018267660790845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2006/06/quotes-are-great.html' title='Quotes are great'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-114836422948068341</id><published>2006-05-22T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:03:49.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning laughter...</title><content type='html'>I like kelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;As I stood contentedly in the centre of the bus as it approached a bus stop, a woman nearing 50 came plodding to the guy sitting in the window seat closest to her. Me and another man, also in a window seat, disinterestedly observed&lt;br /&gt;"Does this bus go to Ambattur OT"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes", said the guy clearly, with his voice betraying the little satisfaction one gets in helping people in ways that don't stretch us in any way.&lt;br /&gt;The woman, however, started to walk away from the bus instead of getting on. The other man shouted out and told the lady that the bus was indeed going to Ambattur.&lt;br /&gt;Our friend the helper was, however, totally unfazed by this and looked ahead, wide eyed, as if nothing out of ordinary happened.&lt;br /&gt;As the lady finally sat down, I started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If none of you are laughing, know that you had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;www.sinfest.net for more 'u had to be there'. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-114836422948068341?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/114836422948068341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=114836422948068341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/114836422948068341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/114836422948068341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2006/05/morning-laughter.html' title='Morning laughter...'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-114828056649238069</id><published>2006-05-21T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:49:26.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consequences...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From who2.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The playwright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.who2.com/aeschylus.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AESCHYLUS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; was the unfortunate victim of his own receding hairline.  Clifton Fadiman, writing in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Little, Brown Book of Anecdotes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;, describes the doom of Aeschylus this way: "Ancient biographies record the tradition that his death came about when an eagle, which had seized a tortoise and was looking to smash the reptile's shell, mistook the poet's bald head for a stone and dropped the tortoise upon him." Other sources identify the bird as a vulture. The incident is recounted in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.who2.com/alexandredumas.html"&gt;Alexandre Dumas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Louise de la Valliere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;, among other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-114828056649238069?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/114828056649238069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=114828056649238069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/114828056649238069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/114828056649238069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2006/05/consequences.html' title='Consequences...'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-114682966725670911</id><published>2006-05-05T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T04:49:49.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote</title><content type='html'>I am finally going to vote and I am quite excited about it. More so because I will vote for the first time in my life. I don't know why people don't want to vote. People say they are disgruntled - whoever comes to power, it does not make any difference to them (more so the reason to vote, I say!!). I think people unconciously subscribe to this disgruntled-ness. Or think it is the right attitude to have. I'm sure most don't have enough direct experience to hold such views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt; To make democracy work, we must be a notion of participants, not simply observers. One who does not vote has no right to complain.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.annabelle.net/topics/author.php?firstname=Louis&amp;lastname=L%27Amour" _base_target="_top"&gt;Louis L'Amour&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;li&gt;The average man votes below himself; he votes with half a mind or a hundredth part of one. A man ought to vote with the whole of himself, as he worships or gets married. A man ought to vote with his head and heart, his soul and stomach, his eye for faces and his ear for music; also (when sufficiently provoked) with his hands and feet. If he has ever seen a fine sunset, the crimson colour of it should creep into his vote...The question is not so much whether only a minority of the electorate votes. The point is that only a minority of the voter votes.    &lt;br /&gt; * &lt;a href="http://www.annabelle.net/topics/author.php?firstname=G._K.&amp;lastname=Chesterton" _base_target="_top"&gt;G. K. Chesterton&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those who stay away from the election think that one vote will do no good: 'Tis but one step more to think one vote will do no harm.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.annabelle.net/topics/author.php?firstname=Ralph_Waldo&amp;amp;lastname=Emerson" _base_target="_top"&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; I will most probably vote LokParitran - their &lt;a href="http://lokparitran.org"&gt; ideology&lt;/a&gt; took me some time to understand but quite palpably, it stems from first principles. But the dillema pointed out by my Mom was - By voting for LP, we would reduce the votes of S.Ve.Sekhar (whom we would have voted for otherwise). This just increases the likelihood of Napolean, the DMK candidate winning, as he depends mainly on the lower economic class vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth will be out on the 11th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-114682966725670911?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/114682966725670911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=114682966725670911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/114682966725670911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/114682966725670911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2006/05/vote.html' title='Vote'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-114467013232809356</id><published>2006-04-10T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T04:55:32.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise, come away with me...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I bought Anoushka Shankar's Grammy nominated 'Rise' and heard side A. Nothing leapt out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after a relaxing break after lunch, I heard Norah Jones. And finally understood why everybody had been raving so much. Not that I hadn't heard her at all - but somehow, I hadn't gone beyond 'Come away with me' and 'Don't know why'. Today, I went far away... silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the songs are written by her guitarist, Jesse Harris (The pining for a stripper _I've got to see you again_ is smokin) . The bassist also contributes a couple. Bill Frisell's loops envelop the silences of 'The long day is over'. But Norah's voice floats lightly, delighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lyrics and what people feel about them,&lt;br /&gt;http://www.norahjones.info/news.php?cod=23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Arun J,  and hope you put up a server everywhere you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-114467013232809356?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/114467013232809356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=114467013232809356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/114467013232809356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/114467013232809356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2006/04/rise-come-away-with-me.html' title='Rise, come away with me...'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-114309960959431603</id><published>2006-03-22T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T23:40:09.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>may The Flow be with you</title><content type='html'>OR... How To never dance alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the most useful piece I have written. I didn't have any hesitation in writing a 'How to' - no thought saying - "Ravi - you are being a show-off" or  "How do you know it holds true for other people?". So, here it is - peruse or perish :)&lt;br /&gt;Do give u'r feedback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The Setup:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day's work ended with a meeting (= a time for rest + creativity) and a game of badminton.   So,  when I reached the British Council after couple of fruit juices, I was good. DJ Ross Allen had come down from London. The crowd was sparse and the floor wooden - but the sound was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let the beat seep in. Or pretended to do so. I was moving - but it was more like negating stillness. I was doing the i'm-too-cool-to-dance-like-these-people moves - a nod of the head - feet shifting by two inches. Yup, the moves that come from not knowing anyone or indeed, the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Our hero learns&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, rooted to the spot and oscillating, when suddenly, I was reminded of a technique taught by Vijay Padaki during his Summer Project On Theatre (SPOT). The technique is quite simple, really - let any part of the body 'lead' the movement and let the whole body follow where the part leads. Soon (usually a few seconds), another part of the body will want to be leader - and then let the body follow that part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ravi = Jamiroquai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I was moving in a way not dreamt of by me (Hail the cliche king!). At first my legs were leading most of the time - the upper body was inert. Although I noticed this, I let it be. 'Billie Jean' floated out of the speakers. Hitherto, I would have probably cursed the DJ for playing MJ -but now the music was directing new parts of the body - fingers. Moving with fingers leading is *total* fun - I was smiling. Were the others finding this strange? I was reminded of Jamiroquai and smiled even more:). After a while, shoulders and head took charge. And then fingers again, small of back (also fun!), pelvis, knees, back of left foot - oh! it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mistake:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I was having fun, when I noticed two girls - one English and one Isreali, dancing close by. I joined them. Here is where I made the mistake - I continued to concentrate on my body parts leading me. It was almost as if I didn't register their presence. Not that I wanted to - but I was enjoying my body movements too much.&lt;br /&gt;And here is where I should have used another Vijay Padaki technique, with a twist - I should have let *their* body parts lead! I would have continued the game - with them. Notice there needn't be a connection between the bodies. This concept may be difficult to swallow but i am so convinced it is the way to go - once you are comfortable with your body, then see if you can be comfortable with other bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Looking Back:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, this technique has two advantages:&lt;br /&gt;1. You forget the environment - since I didn't know anyone, it was even better - it took attention away from feeling out of place to the body, which, in most of our cases, is not getting enough concious attention anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There is no 'wrong' or 'awkward'  step. In fact, there is no judgement! And you don't care what others think, because you have no time to give them attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said and for a change, done, I *will* end up being influenced by the environment/mood etc. - but I hope this comes back to me, like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;For the show to go on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hindu.com/mp/2004/06/21/stories/2004062102510400.htm"&gt;An article on SPOT and Vijay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dance.net/topic/2846764/1/Freestyle/freestyle-defined.html"&gt;FreeStyle Dancing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the link does not work: http://www.dance.net/topic/2846764/1/Freestyle/freestyle-defined.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ta Ta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it grow, let it grow,&lt;br /&gt;let it blossom, let it flow&lt;br /&gt;- Clapton 'Let it grow'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-114309960959431603?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/114309960959431603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=114309960959431603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/114309960959431603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/114309960959431603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2006/03/may-flow-be-with-you.html' title='may The Flow be with you'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-114252853834201508</id><published>2006-03-16T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T09:02:18.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody start me!!</title><content type='html'>I weigh 69kg. Or maybe less. Why the f*&amp;^ then do I have the inertia of a wolly mammoth in winter or that of Kumbhakarna during his sleeping phase is quite beyond me. I abhor continuity. I start more things than I destruct but that count is tending to zero rapidly. Maybe i am dead. Or just passing through. Nothings gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Earthlings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-114252853834201508?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/114252853834201508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=114252853834201508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/114252853834201508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/114252853834201508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2006/03/somebody-start-me.html' title='Somebody start me!!'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-113890834271989466</id><published>2006-02-02T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T11:50:14.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cold, blustery winter morning here in Broomfield&lt;/span&gt; but it is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, the day where the soul begins its travel from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God_knows_where_it_was&lt;/span&gt; back to its rightful place - they say it is in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;human heart&lt;/span&gt;.  Got some time to laaazily do some &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt; and some more time to take a few&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; deep breaths&lt;/span&gt; waiting for the bus. A little&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; espresso&lt;/span&gt; in the office after an&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; egg&lt;/span&gt; and some bread with&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; jelly&lt;/span&gt; put me in the mood. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sight&lt;/span&gt; of one of the very few good looking women in office and Mark Knopfler's What_it_is in my headphones capped it. The unseen&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; sun&lt;/span&gt; was shining on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;These are the days when you don't wonder what you are doing on this earth - what you are meant to do - the whole purpose in life thingy. Just do your work,  sing a few words from the song... and drink lots of water so you can get out of your seat and walk to the farthest toilet to pee. Thank God for such days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thermalandaquarter.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAAQ&lt;/a&gt;  roq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Bend the    world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bend the world&lt;br /&gt;Through the lens of your eye&lt;br /&gt;Wrap it around like tie-and-dye&lt;br /&gt;Bathe in the warm colours&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you worry about the others&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;You are God &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;When you’re asleep, are you alive&lt;br /&gt;Or just a dream in the sky, so high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;You’re a poor little mouse in a white maze                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;Under a microscope that you made&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find your way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;All of this    stage is the world&lt;br /&gt;And all of us are little people&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find your way out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;                                                                                                         &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  But they have a loooooooong way to go before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;                            What it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; The drinking dens are spilling out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  There's staggering in the square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  There's lads and lasses falling about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  And a crackling in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  Down around the dungeon doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  The shelters and the queues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  Everybody's looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  Somebody’s arms to fall into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  And it's what it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  It's what it is now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;  There's frost on the graves and the monuments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;  But the taverns are warm in town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;  People curse the government&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;  And shovel hot food down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;  The lights are out in city hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;  The castle and the keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;  The moon shines down upon it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;  The legless and asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  And it's cold on the tollgate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  With the wagons creeping through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  Cold on the tollgate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  God knows what I could do with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  And it's what it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  It’s what it is now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;  The garrison sleeps in the citadel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;  With the ghosts and the ancient stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;  It's what it is now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;  High up on the parapet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;  A Scottish piper stands alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;  And high on the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;  The highland drums begin to roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;  And something from the past just comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;  And stares into my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  On Charlotte Street I take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A walking stick from my hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  The ghost of Dirty Dick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  Is still in search of Little Nell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  And it's what it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  It's what it is now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-113890834271989466?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/113890834271989466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=113890834271989466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/113890834271989466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/113890834271989466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2006/02/tgit.html' title='TGIT'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-113471409708501155</id><published>2005-12-15T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:21:37.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engineers like me (but so unlike me!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://manjunathshanmugam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Manjunath&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.rediff.com/news/dubey.htm"&gt;Satyendra Dubey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&amp;4.  &lt;a href="http://technovators.mit.edu/Winners2003/Anil_Madhu.html"&gt;Anil and Madhu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineers by education - but so much more than engineers. May Manju and Dubey come back soon. More power to Anil and Madhu (no pun intended!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme know if you know of such not-so-well-known people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-113471409708501155?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/113471409708501155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=113471409708501155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/113471409708501155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/113471409708501155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2005/12/engineers-like-me-but-so-unlike-me.html' title='Engineers like me (but so unlike me!)'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-113438813536342031</id><published>2005-12-12T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T00:30:21.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twogether - I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6992/520/1600/FAMILY%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6992/520/320/FAMILY%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first photo in my blog! I have been thinking of doing this for a long time now - and it took Seema's own push technology (she sent a snap of her and Pete at Pete's house in Bangalore without me asking for it) to shake the laziness and post the snap. Congrats, Seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it took more than that - Pete took me home from &lt;a href="http://www.artofliving.org/"&gt;Ashram&lt;/a&gt; and Seems prepared onion/tomato Uttappam/Dosa and other goodies and fed me till I was ready to burst. They also dropped me off at &lt;a href="http://bikban29.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bikram&lt;/a&gt;'s places. All in all, made me feel very good. And this is how I thank them? Sure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete (Karthick P.T.) and Seema are both engineers who worked with me at PoseidoN Design Systems. Seema is now with Intel and Pete works with ARM - keeping the semiconductor thread alive. All the very best to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon : more celebrity couples!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-113438813536342031?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/113438813536342031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=113438813536342031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/113438813536342031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/113438813536342031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2005/12/twogether-i.html' title='Twogether - I'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-113324566645601078</id><published>2005-11-28T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:27:46.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nashaa hai tu, ay husn-e-aala&lt;br /&gt;peene ko aatur hai ye matwala&lt;br /&gt;par haath mein nahin mere pyaala&lt;br /&gt;isliye pehlaa jaaonga madhushaala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you are intoxication personified, ye beautiful one&lt;br /&gt;and I am eager to drink till I drop&lt;br /&gt;but alas, I don't have a glass&lt;br /&gt;coz I left it at the wine shop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great original which I have imitated is by &lt;a href="//http://www.deshvidesh.com/article%20HTML%20files/HarivanshRai%20Bacchan.htm"&gt;Harivansh Rai 'Bachchan'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://ramya.bhaavana.net/sramati/archives/000016.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; you can find a translation of a few verses - the ones by Ramana are far better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me end by a short praise of the author of this blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waah, ravi waah - bahut aala!&lt;br /&gt;kyaa tune khaaya bharela karela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh Sun -you are great - so great you are past the stratosphere!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piyo sar jhuka ke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-113324566645601078?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/113324566645601078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=113324566645601078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/113324566645601078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/113324566645601078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2005/11/nashaa-hai-tu-ay-husn-e-aala-peene-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-113320337839691678</id><published>2005-11-28T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T10:42:58.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RRNT #1</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Angel's Revolutionary New Theory #1&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bird told me that all the folks she knew in the IT industry were dissatisfied. I nodded my assent but it wasn't until i got out early from office today that walking to the bus stop, an angel told me the reason by revealing to me ARNT #1 (No copyright issues with her - so feel free to publish it elsewhere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most people in the IT industry are discontended because they get paid hazaar and don't work enough! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple, yet shocking. And it's the truth. Nary a bunch of more conceited people like software engineers. We are for most part lazy - a trait we doubtless share with many more of our fellow homo sapiens, but that's not all. On top of that, we are _full_ of gas from half baked knowledge - and we demand outrageous money for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the seed for that vicious cycle - you go to a new company - they pay you more - you work a little more perhaps - but there is that gap still and you grow more discontent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure HR knows all about this - but having no time for any D for development from their actual role of HRD, they just spend time getting the resources. Resources who will run away next year if not given enough bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what the solution is - except that us software enggs do more work - but given that that is not always forthcoming, we need to perhaps give more away - after all, we can't say we will work for less, can we? Not us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-113320337839691678?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/113320337839691678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=113320337839691678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/113320337839691678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/113320337839691678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2005/11/rrnt-1.html' title='RRNT #1'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-113256171585668505</id><published>2005-11-21T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T00:28:36.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2ofu2</title><content type='html'>Beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The heart is a bloom... shoots up through the stony ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Teach me - I know I'm not a hopeless case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or Without U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sleight of hand and twist of fate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;on a bed of nails she makes me wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-113256171585668505?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/113256171585668505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=113256171585668505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/113256171585668505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/113256171585668505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2005/11/2ofu2.html' title='2ofu2'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-112963617371070692</id><published>2005-10-18T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T04:49:36.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in text</title><content type='html'>The love was always there in my heart - it had been relegated to the dusty corners of my mind, but it was very much there. I would always be handicapped without it. Well, not handicapped perhaps - but I would be like Gabbar without his voice. It took me some free time at work and chance question to after it - something I should have done ages ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was loitering around when my SysAdmin asked me if I knew how to enable telnet on a linux system. Of course I knew - a little pottering about and it all came back to me - /etc/rc.d/init.d/network restart - NO? oops - a little 'find' told me that telnet was ready to go - only I should restart xinetd! Yes - and the two proud hands high in the office you could see were both mine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I realized this is not enough - I need to be in constant touch with muh baby - linux. And shure enuff, this blog is from Firefox on RH9! I am gunzipping and untarring and configuring and making and installing and all this is sooooooooo much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for ttys!&lt;br /&gt;Long Live Linux!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-112963617371070692?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/112963617371070692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=112963617371070692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/112963617371070692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/112963617371070692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-in-text.html' title='Back in text'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-112841900175848305</id><published>2005-10-04T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T02:43:21.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not dreamt of in my philosophy</title><content type='html'>What does it mean to be open like the sky? Free of any notions about how things must be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India is a land of so many sciences for which courses are not conducted in most universities. Vedic Mathematics is one of them. Ayurveda is definitely on its way back. But how do you explain this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that The Art of Living volunteers were going to clean a temple in Tirusulam, Chennai. Me joined them. After cleaning the temple, we had food and sang a couple of Bhajans, when rain started pouring down. There was a Swamiji who applauded the good work we had done and asked us to meet him. I planned to just do Namaskaar and be off - nothing prepared me for what was to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting late and the car in which I was to go was about to leave. I told people I would leave without meeting him but they insisted that I meet him. Some took a lot of time and some were done fast. I noticed that everyone was telling him their name and what they did. I prostrated and told him the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said - "Continue with your present job. You have changed two jobs already - let this one continue till you get a really good company". I was shocked because I had been contemplating going to Bangalore to get a job. He then continued "It will be a little slow - learn as much as you can - you had chances of studying further but you are not doing anything about it. you are moody, temperemental and adamant. You had a bike accident where you didn't remember anything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now I was quite shocked by what he knew and at that time he rattled off a lot of stuff in fast Tamil which I didn't follow (I don't understand Tamil very well) but I did understand what he ended with - "What's the use of me talking - you will not understand all this..." - this was the clincher. I was laughing - there was some shock still but I could sense his situation - here he was, telling all about a person he knows just the first name of - and that  person not understanding most of it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I managed to ask him a question - "should I study further - and he said - "Do it - you have been talking for 3 years!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very exciting for me - also pattern breaking. I am quite interested in 'sciences' that predict an individual's characteristics, future etc. - be it Numerology, Palmistry, using blood group etc. - but this really takes the proverbial cake! Nothing but pure intuition working here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, after the incredulity wore off, I started to reflect on what he had said - whether it could have been deduced just by my age etc. - and I can come up with a reasoning on how he could have done it - but then I'm reminded of Einstein - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any significantly advanced science is indistinguishable from magic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-112841900175848305?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/112841900175848305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=112841900175848305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/112841900175848305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/112841900175848305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2005/10/not-dreamt-of-in-my-philosophy.html' title='not dreamt of in my philosophy'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-112763690574508330</id><published>2005-09-25T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T01:28:25.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Falling (part II)</title><content type='html'>The song in the title was not on my mind on Friday afternoon when i did it - the pristine-ness of the surrounding pretty much emptied the mind of most frequencies. Sunny day - not too warm - and the relief of having a complete day off work made the long trip to the Mile-Hi Sky Diving center quite pleasant. Yup that's what I did - a free fall from 13,000 ft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't last long - a minute of free fall and 3-4 of chuting - but it was one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life - maybe #1! Momentary fear soon turns to euphoria and I was screaming most of the 50 free fall seconds... the parachuting was great fun too - in a way, it was required to complete the experience - my guide David taught me how to pilot the chute (what - you thought I jumped just like that? -it was a tandem jump). It is quite simple and a lot of fun! I was still taking it all in when I landed... Can't wait to do some more - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the guy who gave me the lift back mentioned - it can be quite a high - in more ways than one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.milehiskydiving.com"&gt;The Sky Diving center&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know of places that do similar places in/around Chennai/Bangalore - let me know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: A link I forgot for the previous blog &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/_/id/6596661"&gt;The top 500 songs according to RS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-112763690574508330?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/112763690574508330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=112763690574508330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/112763690574508330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/112763690574508330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2005/09/free-falling-part-ii.html' title='Free Falling (part II)'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-112763384339119630</id><published>2005-09-25T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T00:37:23.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desk-bound to des - bound</title><content type='html'>Me coming back to Des and I feel great - I'm sitting cross legged, sipping cold Ishi Gawa coffee in Tokyo's sparsely populated Narita airport, listening to 'Bizarre Love Triangle' (By New Order - #21 on all time 500 songs according to Rolling Stones) - and I'm feeling as good as I have felt in a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling rested and enthusiastic after a 10 hr. flight into Narita - actually feel like working!! Travel does this to me... Managed to catch the film version of 'Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy' and the purely star-sugar fuelled 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith' on the plane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan and India have at least one thing in common - prepare to squat down to download - Tokyo toilets are like old indian ones - long time that I saw those in India... should get one for my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't blogged for some time as well - let me recollect some highlights of my trip and make uip for the absence...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-112763384339119630?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/112763384339119630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=112763384339119630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/112763384339119630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/112763384339119630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2005/09/desk-bound-to-des-bound.html' title='Desk-bound to des - bound'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-112233037177339659</id><published>2005-07-25T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T15:26:11.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what colour is your name?</title><content type='html'>Musta see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/050222_synesthesia.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much more of sense stimuli these guys must be having!! So each of us taste, look and smell different to them just by our names!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much more sense does numerology and related stuff make now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are definitely more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of of in my philosophy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-112233037177339659?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/112233037177339659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=112233037177339659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/112233037177339659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/112233037177339659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-colour-is-your-name.html' title='what colour is your name?'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-111997391024493603</id><published>2005-06-28T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T08:51:50.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop crying, fer cryin out loud - start scrying!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And then there is this problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man on top of 200ft mountain with 150 ft. of rope and a knife. At 100ft., there is a hook and a place to stand. How does the man get to ground??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Do post in u'r answers, even if they involve Mithun/Rajni type of jumps - Realistically though, one can jump 2ft. w/o needing a wheelchair for rest of life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That absolute classic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virtualschool.edu/mon/Quality/PirsigZen/part3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;has something to say about this in Chapter 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, he talks about Henri Poincare - philosopher, mathematician, astronomer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Poincaré proceeded to examine these critically. Which facts are you going to observe? he asked. There is an infinity of them. There is no more chance that an unselective observation of facts will produce science than there is that a monkey at a typewriter will produce the Lord's Prayer.&lt;br /&gt;The same is true of hypotheses. Which hypotheses? Poincaré wrote, "If a phenomenon admits of a complete mechanical explanation it will admit of an infinity of others which will account equally well for all the peculiarities disclosed by experiment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(we can try an infinity of possible "solutions" - but how to get to the one that works??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then Poincaré illustrated how a fact is discovered. He had described generally how scientists arrive at facts and theories but now he penetrated narrowly into his own personal experience with the mathematical functions that established his early fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fifteen days, he said, he strove to prove that there couldn't be any such functions. Every day he seated himself at his work-table, stayed an hour or two, tried a great number of combinations and reached no results.&lt;br /&gt;Then one evening, contrary to his custom, he drank black coffee and couldn't sleep. Ideas arose in crowds. He felt them collide until pairs interlocked, so to speak, making a stable combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning he had only to write out the results. A wave of crystallization had taken place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled with the rope for 2-3 days and on the next day I decided I would not *try* and gave it up and sat there, unthinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the visual solution just flashed for a split second with an "Of course!!". what was left for me was just to verify it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of crying over it, maybe you want to try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humboldt.edu/~jlw47/usingscrying.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;scrying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a la Kekule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-111997391024493603?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/111997391024493603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=111997391024493603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/111997391024493603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/111997391024493603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2005/06/stop-crying-fer-cryin-out-loud-start.html' title='Stop crying, fer cryin out loud - start scrying!'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-111458371513582462</id><published>2005-04-26T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:35:15.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>specialist vs. generalist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;A discussion in office made me realize that I (and maybe some others too) think of myself as a generalist. Maybe I even take pride in it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know about many subsystems in my project. I want to be able to play many instruments. I want to be with many girls. I want to be a writer, musician, singer, entrepreneur, actor and spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am d&gt;none of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I doing wrong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laozi tells the secret of success is to be a specialist (It's a cartoon - will take seconds to look/read)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0385472595/ref=sib_rdr_prev2_ex3/104-6804031-7899169?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;p=S00B&amp;amp;j=1&amp;ns=1#reader-page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog has started social networks and an anonymous group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mama - Don't let your baby become a generalist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;http://www.readwriteweb.com/archives/001978.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erwin Scroedinger and Jose Ortega Y Gasset's comments on why a specialist can easily become a demon (from Knowledge Management Research Group):&lt;br /&gt;http://kmr.nada.kth.se/cm/generalist-specialist.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope we all be what we were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Hope we all can accept what we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-111458371513582462?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/111458371513582462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=111458371513582462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/111458371513582462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/111458371513582462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2005/04/specialist-vs-generalist.html' title='specialist vs. generalist'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-111414782358346273</id><published>2005-04-21T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:30:23.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Hearts Should Do This More</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I sit in the streets with the homeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My clothes stained with the wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;From the vineyards the saints tend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Light has painted all acts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The same color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So I sit around and laugh all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;With my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;At night if I feel a divine loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I tear the doors off Love's mansion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And wrestle God onto the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He becomes so pleased with Hafiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And says, "Our hearts should do this more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;'The Gift - Poems by Hafiz The Great Sufi Master'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Translations by Daniel Ladinsky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-111414782358346273?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/111414782358346273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=111414782358346273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/111414782358346273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/111414782358346273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2005/04/our-hearts-should-do-this-more.html' title='Our Hearts Should Do This More'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-111286144797513889</id><published>2005-04-07T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T01:10:47.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what results from this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;S. came by and asked for help on a problem that he had to fix 'by  today'. He didn't want me to help him analyze the problem. He wanted me to show him how to fix it. Seems that his boss has told him that he expected a fix in 24 hours. So S. is totally not thinking about the problem, but about the result. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Manager dropped by soon after and asked whether I was working on the showstopper problem. When I started to tell him what I was doing about it, he cut me off and told me that we need to solve all the problems by 22 Apr. That is 2 &lt;a href="mailto:f@#$^%$"&gt;f@#$^%$&lt;/a&gt; weeks off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I think that most managers are an afraidy-goose lot - because they don't &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; what happens day-to-day (It's so clear from the way their eyes get glassy and aloof when you tell them what you are trying). Since they cannot understand what the employee is saying, they switch off and talk about their requirement, which is oviously the result, i.e. fix of the problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Was reminded of the words of HCL's new President (he started yesterday). and mentioned that Results was one of his top 3 priorities. Action and Passion being other 2. A. and P. are useless without Results, he said. Is that because action and passion are not easily measured? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There seems to be enough pressure against following the Bhagvad Gita tenet - Put your efforts, do not worry about the results. At last some inspiration to follow it!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-111286144797513889?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/111286144797513889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=111286144797513889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/111286144797513889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/111286144797513889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-results-from-this.html' title='what results from this?'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-110909258701722674</id><published>2005-02-22T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T09:16:27.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Differently - abled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The politically correct term for children who are unlike most children we see is 'differently abled'. The term for children from this group was, till recently, 'mentally challenged'.  And before that the moronic 'mentally retarded'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The obvious thought came to me - we are all 'differently abled'. Some paint well, some dance well, some act well, some code well... Does this mean that all normal children expected to do the 'same' things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was listening to a wise man expound on how happiness is different from comfort and how we have been 'taught' the wrong language of happiness. He says, quite simply, that we have been taught that a car, a job, a girlfriend will bring us happiness when all what they bring is comfort (With a little thought - even these don't come without the baggage - worry).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One more interesting point he made was that most of us live in 'ruins' of accumulated thought - not alive to the present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which brings me to the response i gave to a girl who asked me for gyaan -  'Never put off until tomorrow &lt;strong&gt;who&lt;/strong&gt; you can do today'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HA...HA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheerio all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ravi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-110909258701722674?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/110909258701722674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=110909258701722674' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/110909258701722674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/110909258701722674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2005/02/differently-abled.html' title='Differently - abled'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-110881352278752730</id><published>2005-02-19T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T03:45:22.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And in the red corner...The king</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The tamil film industry seems so far ahead of the competition in most areas of the art.  There has been a spate of &lt;em&gt;hatke&lt;/em&gt; (off the beaten track) movies in the recent past. Seems like repression in some sections is leading to more creativity in others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pithamagan, Veerumandi, 7G Rainbow Colony are some name that spring to mind. Of course, I am no Tamil movie freak. And this blog is not about Tamil movies either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tamil film music has been eagerly heard since Illayaraja's times (By a lot of other language music directors too ;).  Hip-hop, rock and reggae sounds are now commonplace and as accepted as pure Carnatic raga based flourishes.  But this is not about the whole industry.  It is about one man - people in the know have called  him Asia's Mozart and a melody genius but surely the best compliment is that he is a worthy successor to the great Illayaraja.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New wannabes (Illayaraja's son - Yuvan Shankar Raja and Harris Jeyaraj are having huge hits these days) are heard everywhere from the latest  DJ consoles to battered autorickshaw tape players but only one man comes close to perfection, and that is A.R. Rahman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When listening to his songs, more often than not the mind is awestruck at how he manages to not only get great melodies, but also mould them into such complete products, technically. Varying singers(Lucky Ali/Adnan Sami) and instruments, he has stood above the common accusation of having a lot of his songs sounding the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all this came from that small peek of genius in the song 'Ale Ale' from Boyz, where, in the second antara (manal muladhum sarkarayaa or something), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chitra Sivaraman begins her second line *slightly* early with a high-pitched Naaaa - electric!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and when i let go of the thought of how superb he is, i am transported into a state of ecstacy. Enough said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently heard:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Dance anthem: Fanaa from 'Yuva' - i remember not liking this immediately until Dada told me Neha said it was too good. Get up and jump!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Remix : The classic 'Thottaal poo' redone by ARR in New.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Emotion: Yenge Enidhu Kavithai from Kandukondaen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which are your favourite Rahman songs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-110881352278752730?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/110881352278752730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=110881352278752730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/110881352278752730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/110881352278752730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-in-red-cornerthe-king.html' title='And in the red corner...The king'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-110567279661539707</id><published>2005-01-13T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T19:19:56.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting from the lap</title><content type='html'>Yo - this blog is from a special place - moi laptop! whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - my very own Toshiba Satellite. It is v.v. cool and I just love the idea of writing/coding/browsing sitting the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there will be more frequent blogs. And more frequent communication with friends and family. And a more knowledge-able me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise your glasses all,&lt;br /&gt;Cheeeeeeeers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-110567279661539707?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/110567279661539707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=110567279661539707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/110567279661539707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/110567279661539707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2005/01/shooting-from-lap.html' title='Shooting from the lap'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-110503517337368599</id><published>2005-01-06T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T10:12:53.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A (new?) understanding</title><content type='html'>New Year everyone - not stating the fact. that is my greeting. May we all get the energy to see things anew - fresh, as each new moment is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that was bothering me for some time now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For instance, if somebody is getting in touch with the sense of autonomy that comes with the experience of Being--the sense that one's existence is autonomous from one's mind, from one's thoughts--that sense of autonomy may be perceived by the ego as autonomy from other people," Almaas points out. "If a married person is feeling autonomy, they may start wondering if they want to stay married. Or if they have a job, they may wonder if they should leave that job and start their own business. &lt;strong&gt;When what they really need to see is that they're autonomous just by being who they are.&lt;/strong&gt; That's where a teacher can be important. Because if a person doesn't realize that autonomy is an Essential aspect of being, they will interpret it in their accustomed ways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ridhwan.org"&gt;www.ridhwan.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks - more updates on Amtrak trip to California and first ice skating experience comin' up. keep it tuned right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-110503517337368599?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/110503517337368599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=110503517337368599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/110503517337368599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/110503517337368599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-understanding.html' title='A (new?) understanding'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-110239909315282341</id><published>2004-12-06T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T21:58:13.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 fivezare (please comment)</title><content type='html'>Stick unto me and you might find&lt;br /&gt;what it means to be right&lt;br /&gt;under the walking clouds&lt;br /&gt;talking... singing....&lt;br /&gt;playing games that children play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking a stand&lt;br /&gt;is difficult&lt;br /&gt;when one is&lt;br /&gt;unsure uncouth irresponsible&lt;br /&gt;better first to be a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they she lay&lt;br /&gt;licking&lt;br /&gt;the ice cream cone&lt;br /&gt;as if...&lt;br /&gt;it were... ummmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot aim kill&lt;br /&gt;who says we are in sequence&lt;br /&gt;order in a dream&lt;br /&gt;is still&lt;br /&gt;a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting there by the old road bench&lt;br /&gt;i was windswept&lt;br /&gt;blown&lt;br /&gt;then and there&lt;br /&gt;to a place i never knew existed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-110239909315282341?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/110239909315282341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=110239909315282341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/110239909315282341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/110239909315282341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2004/12/5-fivezare-please-comment.html' title='5 fivezare (please comment)'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-110239774398422604</id><published>2004-12-06T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T21:35:43.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>epsilon</title><content type='html'>who is this man&lt;br /&gt;who,&lt;br /&gt;thinking himself to be gr8&lt;br /&gt;wants&lt;br /&gt;by giving&lt;br /&gt;to take himself&lt;br /&gt;across the chasms&lt;br /&gt;that divide him from other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-110239774398422604?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/110239774398422604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=110239774398422604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/110239774398422604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/110239774398422604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2004/12/epsilon.html' title='epsilon'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-110118050166712304</id><published>2004-11-22T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T19:28:21.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Kill a Mockingbird</title><content type='html'>You ask a book lover to name one book and chances are he will not be able to do it. But I am doing it - So I am probably not a book lover. It is my all time favourite book. Just the other day, I was watching Gregory Peck playing his Oscar winning role as Atticus Finch, a lawyer who takes up the case of a black man charged of raping a white      in 1930's America. And there is a place in the book/movie when he is asked why he took the case and he replies - "Else i wouldn't have been able to hold my head up". That is Dignity i guess - a virtue that he embodies. Not me - not yet atleast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened is this: I was put in a situation where I had the oppurtunity of pocketing some dollars by getting some fake bills. This collegue of mine was going to produce them and he offered me some of the dough - And I was like - yeah! there is my ski boot - there is my digicam - there is my Vegas trip. And comfortable travel in a car to and from office in this cold weather to... yes - boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before i knew it,  Greed had me by the guts - Yup, the stomach area is the seat of greed. Also of jealousy. On the flip side, it also is the seat of joy and generosity. Ancient Indian Knowledge - don't you have any doubts about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since the mind was fantasizing over the fun I would have with the Things That Me Go Ummm..., it had conviniently ignored a catch. Something that would have made me slavish to somebody i didn't have to.  Well, that it a hyperbole perhaps - 'bound' is about right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i was not seeing all this. Not yet. What woke me up to this was again money - i would have had to pay now and get more back later. And luckily - I managed to tell that person to 'Go your own way'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I am not even close to Atticus Finch and all that he embodies but i am beginning to see why they call these things 'values'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-110118050166712304?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/110118050166712304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=110118050166712304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/110118050166712304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/110118050166712304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-kill-mockingbird.html' title='To Kill a Mockingbird'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-110058257200767100</id><published>2004-11-15T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T21:22:52.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>docu-tainment or movie-mentary?</title><content type='html'>So, like - what was i thinking about? Some people might find it exciting to be with young, nubile, excited        s just bursting into the teenage years, strutting their stuff for all the world to letch at. Remember Kevin Spacey in 'American Beauty' ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only there was like a thousand of them at the Pepsi Centre, Denver and the only people my age were their daddies. You could feel estrogen in the air - no kidding. The occasion - Avril Lavigne - Live in concert. The &lt;strong&gt;oldest&lt;/strong&gt; guy in the band had just turned 21. Yes, a couple of her songs *are* good - but a little forthought would have told most of the audience would have looked up 'complicated'. Suffice to say that i felt out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was better in the morning when i was watching college     s play soccer. Somehow a playground is just that - a level playing ground - age/sex no bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place that i &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; feel at home was the Starz Film Center where they were playing 'Lighting in a Bottle' - a docu-tainment of the Blues - studded by the greatest ever songs by some of the greatest ever musicians. This was just before the concert. And little did i now that the last song was going to be so prophetic - 'Sweet Six....teen'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-110058257200767100?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/110058257200767100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=110058257200767100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/110058257200767100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/110058257200767100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2004/11/docu-tainment-or-movie-mentary.html' title='docu-tainment or movie-mentary?'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-110002907725511192</id><published>2004-11-09T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T11:37:57.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A (small) tale of two cities</title><content type='html'>The day after we booked ourselves into our rooms, it snowed in Broomfield, Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;It was a gentle, soft welcome. Not cold. By next morn, it was white all around. It was as if the white of the mountains had gotten away from its normal domain and spread itself everywhere. Like when you flood fill a figure with a colour but there is a small gap and the colour overflows? (I can’t help it – limited non-techie experience :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broomfield itself is very clean. Great roads, big shopping malls, restaurants. There is even a colourful shuttle that runs all around the shopping area – for free. It all gives a very movie-set/comic-book effect to life here. But not because it is gay and all - just that it is not very real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Boulder seems to be quite the American town to me. Yeah, my only gyaan is from movies and books - but so what!? it did look like cary grant would walk out of any of those buildings in a suit and a hat :)&lt;br /&gt;More people. lots of people cycling. lots of student junta around the Univ. area (duh!)&lt;br /&gt;More trees! Is that what’s giving me the feeling of reality as opposed to Broomfield?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked around a lot but didn't have time for the famous Pearl St. mall. that's b'coz i caught the cult movie-mentary _What the bleep do we know_ - about Quantum physics and thoughts and our brain and &lt;strong&gt;so many&lt;/strong&gt; important things.&lt;br /&gt;it's not *great* movie making but when the content is so bleeping good, the form can be ignored a little :).&lt;br /&gt;Which, incidentally, was the case with a girl i met at Boulder bus station. Not many girls make so much sense in life. Or was it because I was so overjoyed by the movie? she seemed so content that I didn't even ask her for an email id. don't know – maybe I should have been Bolder? (ha ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, i had to walk for more than an hour because the bus dropped me way off. It was dark and although there were lights, the fact that there was hardly a human made it slightly scary for me. So, i &lt;strong&gt;was &lt;/strong&gt;scared when i heard a "Hi" from nowhere. turned out to be a drunk Mexican who knew only "Hi" in English. My 'Non-comprendez' were not enough for him to let go. Finally, I just ran. And guess where i landed for dinner - Yup a mexican place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-110002907725511192?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/110002907725511192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=110002907725511192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/110002907725511192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/110002907725511192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2004/11/small-tale-of-two-cities.html' title='A (small) tale of two cities'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-109943523492879873</id><published>2004-11-02T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T14:40:34.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet please, thank you</title><content type='html'>When i code, i wanna surf&lt;br /&gt;when i surf, i wanna blog,&lt;br /&gt;when i blog, i wanna eat&lt;br /&gt;when i eat, i wanna drink&lt;br /&gt;when i drink, i wanna play guitar&lt;br /&gt;when i play guitar, i wanna watch tv&lt;br /&gt;when i watch tv, i wanna shag&lt;br /&gt;when i shag, i wanna sleep&lt;br /&gt;.....sshh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-109943523492879873?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/109943523492879873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=109943523492879873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/109943523492879873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/109943523492879873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2004/11/quiet-please-thank-you.html' title='quiet please, thank you'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-109919362772720169</id><published>2004-10-30T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T20:33:47.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocked no more?</title><content type='html'>So, i'm here. In the Promised Land. Spending time with Uncle Sam. So am i jumping up and down? Or am i feeing like a 'Stranger in a strange land'?&lt;br /&gt;The thing that has been on my mind is - i am not feeling too different. Sure, I am with couple of collegues and that should help but the fact is that most of people i *see* are Caucaeseans. And have seen fewer and fewer Indians over the last 24 or so hours.&lt;br /&gt;So, is culture shock a thing of the past? Maybe! Most of the news channels carried a lot of US prez election stuff back home as well. I am going to be working on the PC for most of the week and corresponding with friends by accessing Yahoo and Rediff. Toilet paper is available in most loos back home.&lt;br /&gt;The crux of the so called 'Culture shock' is perhaps no longer in the material world anymore. It is in us humans and the ideas they have. If i feel that the steward treats me worse than the 'whites' on board, well then that is primarily my problem. If i feel strange while greeting total strangers, that too is my limitation.&lt;br /&gt;i think it was Lun Tzu who said&lt;br /&gt;"if you see excellence, try to better it. If you see something wrong, look inside yourself".&lt;br /&gt;let me go to sleep doing just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-109919362772720169?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/109919362772720169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=109919362772720169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/109919362772720169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/109919362772720169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2004/10/shocked-no-more.html' title='Shocked no more?'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-109663923924683637</id><published>2004-10-01T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T07:00:39.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give up</title><content type='html'>i've given up on myself. just plain dissatisfaction with the way i have lived my life. and the worst part is that i don't see any change in the near or distant future(what is that?!)&lt;br /&gt;the problem is that i am wanting to do/ trying to do instead of just doing. rather, not doing is making me want to do/ try to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-109663923924683637?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/109663923924683637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=109663923924683637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/109663923924683637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/109663923924683637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2004/10/give-up.html' title='give up'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-109386013871514850</id><published>2004-08-30T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T03:02:18.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how have u been baby, living in sin?</title><content type='html'>i thot i'd ramble further on the life as a play thing (palything?) but i'll instead settle for peddling sin&lt;br /&gt;sinfest.net&lt;br /&gt;must see, must laugh comic strip - better than Calvin - i promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current music: paki-pop groups - Strings and Fuzon! good guitars on both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently playing: New - a new movie in Tamil - based loosely on 'Big'. lot of double-entrendes and even with two of the sexiest Tam heroines, he's managed to keep lust out. worth a watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curr read: Larry wall's article on postmodernism&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wall.org/~larry/pm.html&lt;br /&gt;re-reading that absolut classic: Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance - What *is* Quality?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-109386013871514850?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/109386013871514850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=109386013871514850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/109386013871514850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/109386013871514850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2004/08/how-have-u-been-baby-living-in-sin.html' title='how have u been baby, living in sin?'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-109352693586924123</id><published>2004-08-26T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T06:28:55.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play On!</title><content type='html'>Two of my dear friends, Nikhil (nana) and Kandy (kaka) are taking part in a play today. While reading something Seems told me, the thought about life being a play came to the mind. This is by no means a new thought (which thought is!?). Nonetheless, i'm gonna see where this leads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us assume that life is a play and everyone is acting out his/her part. Can this help me in leading a 'better' life? Let me explore and see if there are any similarities in acting on stage and acting in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little background on acting helps me out here. In order to respond at the right moment and in a way that the playwright intends, the actor prepares. He reads the script to see how the character should be like - body and mind.  What should the physical state of a character  be at any moment? What should be the mental/emotional state? These questions may be answered with the help of the director. For some, rehearsals may prove to be an eye-opener to how the character should be. Memorizing the script is only a small part of the process. Indeed, The Method permits digressing from the script, if 'The truth of the moment' demands it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we come to the actual play. In the play, the actor is no longer present! The _character_ is what audience sees. The actor has, in effect, acquired a new body/mind through which he responds to the various events happening around him/her. The responses should not come the actor using his memory.   That will show that there is an actor! So where do the responses come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From practise :). The actor has practised the character so much that the responses seem to come from the character. Of course, there *is* no physical character. There is only an actor, physically. But he has to let the character take over his resources completely - else the act will not be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-109352693586924123?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/109352693586924123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=109352693586924123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/109352693586924123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/109352693586924123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2004/08/play-on.html' title='Play On!'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-109298285510442105</id><published>2004-08-19T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T23:20:55.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So long, and thanks for all the Internet</title><content type='html'>it is difficult to be grateful to something that manges to suck all the energy and enthusiasm out of you (is the fault with me? perhaps - but then this post would not be interesting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am talking about the companies that we work for. what do we work for anyways? but i am not here to throw up philosophical questions. all i wanna do is thank the technology that made is possible to connect to the whole wide world. and not only for the utility value. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the whole thing that we are connected is so... comforting... and exciting at the same time. just to immerse ourselves in this large, connected mind is what we get and the price we pay - the work we do. surely, it is symbolic!, of token value only - why should i bother meself with mundane Q's like - "is this all worth it?". it is *this* question that produces the sense of worthlessness - which of course makes us *ask* this Q to ourselves :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused? drink a beer and go to sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/West/08/18/bear.beer.reut/index.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-109298285510442105?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/109298285510442105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=109298285510442105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/109298285510442105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/109298285510442105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-long-and-thanks-for-all-internet.html' title='So long, and thanks for all the Internet'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-109282836436764834</id><published>2004-08-18T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T04:26:04.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New job, old TT</title><content type='html'>today was my first day at MODC (McData Offshore Dev Centre) at HCL Tech, Chennai. i am temporarily placed in a training room converted to workspace. i rather enjoy it :).&lt;br /&gt;This whole place has a rather college-y feel to it. The canteen is next door with a TV and a TT table! yaay! life begins to get back into me once i start to play. it was so integral to work-life at IBM. Now it is so here too. &lt;br /&gt;Ppl. here start playing by 4 itself ;)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;suraj&lt;br /&gt;p.s: sit up straight there u croucher!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-109282836436764834?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/109282836436764834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=109282836436764834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/109282836436764834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/109282836436764834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2004/08/new-job-old-tt.html' title='New job, old TT'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992579.post-109289632649275070</id><published>2004-08-18T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T23:18:46.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting by the pool?</title><content type='html'>i've been really excited by the pool events in the olympics this year - unfortunately i have managed to miss all the good events - when reading about it is so good, seeing it live would be so exciting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Phelps' attitude. He's got the enthusiasm of a freshman. Thorpe is now-familiar face but his effort in 4*200 and 100 have been amazing! And although Netherlands is a country i support in most games, it is only when they wear orange :). So hoogenband - tough luck :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Thorpe! Go Phelps! Go Flying Dutchman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992579-109289632649275070?l=whoisbhauji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/feeds/109289632649275070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992579&amp;postID=109289632649275070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/109289632649275070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992579/posts/default/109289632649275070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisbhauji.blogspot.com/2004/08/sitting-by-pool.html' title='Sitting by the pool?'/><author><name>suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537517167395007845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
