Wednesday, December 31, 2008

The Potter and the Pot






One day the potter decides to makes a pot. He finds some clay and goes to his hut and starts to knead the clay. He then places the clay on the potter's wheel. After molding the clay into the shape of the pot , he places the soft clay pot in the furnace to harden it. The pot starts to cry in pain.

The pot cries out - "Why ? Why me ? It hurts and burns. Why is this suffering brought upon me ?".

The potter watches in silence and carries on molding the pot.


"Why this silence..." the pot starts wondering. Then it starts to cry out again. "Don't you realize what I am going through ? Hey ! What are you trying to do ? Don't you understand that I am going through such pain" the pot asks.

The potter watches in silence and carries on molding the pot.

The pot starts to wail more and asks " Do you exist ? What is this ? I do not comprehend what is happening to me. Oh is this my Karma - my fate ? What have I done to deserve this treatment ?".

The potter watches in silence and carries on molding the pot.

A spark of joy touches the pot. The pot sees the hands of the potter removing the pot from the fire. The pot feels a surge of relief. "Oh something nice is happening to me, I am free and I can take a rest " . The pot starts to wonder whether it is being prepared for something.


The potter watches in silence and carries on molding the pot.

The potter seeing that the pot is not ready yet sends the pot to the furnace again. The pot starts weeping piteously. "Oh the pain and torture I am going through. Why me..... what have I done to deserve this fate ? Thoughts run crazily and the pot is absolutely devastated by it's predicament.

Then the potter removes the pot for a while and the pot starts to feel the cool air. It's spirit is raised and it starts to feel a little clarity dawn upon itself. It says to itself " I understand that I am being prepared for something - but I wonder what..... ? "

The potter watches in silence and carries on molding the pot.

The potter removes the pot from the fire finally. The pot is overwhelmed with joy. The potter cleans the clay pot and leaves it aside. Then the potter takes the pot and fills it with pure cool water from the spring. He places the pot in the middle of a beautiful garden.

People from far and near come to see this beautiful pot and rush to drink the cool and sweet water from the little clay pot.

The water of Love,
The water of understanding,
The water of patience,
The water of Joy,
The water of sharing .
The water of giving.

The potter watches in silence.......

The pot with eyes filled with tears looks at the potter,

Thank you dear potter - the pot speaks in silence.
Now I am filled - filled with the joy of understanding !

The potter watches in silence , with a smile on his lips.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Vijay Prakash - The Rising Star










Vijay Prakash - The singer with a tremendous voice. When my daughter showed me the video on youtube I was spellbound. My eyes were filled with tears of joy, watching this amazing boy singing with so much of bhaavam. He will reach many peaks of success with such a wonderful soothing voice. What a talent !

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Thirukkural -" Words of Wisdom"





I am a great advocate of the Thirukkural. My first book of thirukkural was given to me by my mother who is a passionate reader herself. She reads widely and encouraged us, her children to read. Since I was not fluent in Tamil, she bought me books translated into the English language. I was lucky to have followed her advice as a child, then as an adult reading has become one of my passions. I particularly like works like the Thirukkural, Upanishads, works by Shankaracharyar, The Baghavad Gita to name a few. I am definitely drawn to philosophical works. Some of my other favorites are Confucius and Lao Tze. This pilgrim is on her journey and continues in her learning. Learning is a joy. I have learned so much from the Thirukkural and hope to learn more.

Thirukkural is a precious gem among the classics, unique in the deliverance of code of conduct to mankind to follow for all time to come. It enshrines in it 1330 couplets under 133 chapters, each chapter comprising 10 verses. The chapters again fall under three major divisions. Virtue, Wealth and Love. This treatise encompasses the whole gamut of human life and by Thiruvalluvar, its illustrious author illuminates every bit of it! This classical work written in Tamil, has been translated in over 60 languages of the world.

Thirukkural is the masterpiece of Tamil literature with the highest and purest expressions of human thought. Its ethics and values are applicable to all religions, countries and time. Thirukkural's immortality and universality are unquestionable.
I feel that every person should read this beautiful work of wisdom regardless of what nationality, race or culture they belong to.

Many believe in memorizing the words of this ancient work (Thirukkural) and taking part in competitions. I for one do not believe in this. I feel that anything learned should be understood by the mind, assimilated and put into practice in our lives.

So today I start this humble journey of mine to follow the versus of Thiruvalluvar and learn again these beautiful timeless words which will help me to walk further in this life of mine.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Time



Time is my friend,
Time keeps me company.
Time is my teacher,
Time teaches me patience.

Time is forgiving,
Time heals my wounds.
Time forgets all pains,
Time forgives all hurt.

Time is like a balm,
Time treats me gently-at times.
Time is like a mother,
Time waits for me - the child.

Time is not my enemy,
Time is Love -Eternal Love,
Time is my friend,
Time is timeless.
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Wisdom

"Ignorance is seeing
The impermanent as permanent,
The impure as pure,
The painful as pleasure
and the non-self as self."

Patanjali(Yoga Sutras 11.5 )

This is one of the most self-explanatory verses we can find. Patanjali has put in essence what this world needs. The world, meaning people like us need. We need to see the impermanent as impermanent, the impure as impure, the painful as painful and the non-self as the non-self. How close can we get to reality. All the confusion happening around the world is due to the ignorance of the human mind.

The priorities that we place on wrong things, make it harder for us to come to terms with reality. The whole world is rushing in madness,trying to catch the impossible. What dramas we humans enact -all the developed by this human mind ! The hatred which is created by us when there are differences.

From childhood, kids are told about us versus them. This attitude is carried forward from family to community to race to religion to language to nation to ...... ? If we don't call this ignorance, then what else can be called ignorance. Our children need to unlearn many things. They need to have their priorities put in order. As my Teacher says we are taught the differences and not the similarities.

The differences are highlighted even as a child. They are taught the differences in the the colors of the skin. When in school children are already aware that the other child is of a different color, race, religion and so on. No one attempts to teach the similarities because no one has been trained or taught to look at the similarities.

How will we be able to unite as a world ? Hatred is instilled in a young mind when he sees the differences in the others. Parents, teachers, friends and the society as a whole teach the child that whatever is different is not to be trusted. Society teaches the child that we are different from the others. Do we even get along with the so called "we". I don't think so. We have our differences even in our own homes and families.

Who is responsible in bringing about wisdom when there is so much of ignorance.
Who is responsible for this education. I strongly believe that the parents play the primary role. The ex-president of India Dr.APJ Abdul Kalam says that the 2 most important people in a child's life are it's parents and primary school teachers. They are the first pair of hands that shape the child. They play THE most important role in the child's life.

I remember as a child of 5 yrs , my mother telling us stories from the ancient scriptures. Every day we, my siblings and I were told moral stories which were so interesting that we used to keep asking her for more. She kept stressing on the moral values in each story and instilled in us a strong sense of values.

My parents were strict disciplinarians which was very difficult to digest at that age. But now looking back, I feel that our strength comes from all the discipline and moral values instilled at that tender age. Today we find so much of importance given to very superficial things in life. Values are not taught and practiced. Many parents feel that if they teach their children to be "successful" then their children will be happy. What is success if even with all the education, money and status you are still a miserable and unhappy person.

I have seen many kids who are jealous and show hatred towards their classmates if the others perform better then them. The child learns by emulating their parents and by learning from them. A mango seed produces only a mango tree not a coconut tree. So whatever we as parents behave or teach is what the child is going to learn.

They are at a vulnerable stage of live where anything and everything will get impressed on their minds. Here parents and teachers play a pivotal role in teaching and instilling good moral values in the child.

Ignorance is when we see the impermanent as permanent. The child needs to be taught that, all his classmates and peers are also travelers in the same journey of life. They are our co-passengers and we need not fear their success. If we can make them understand that they will never take away what is supposed to be theirs, then the child will develop a sense of self-confidence. They will understand that they have nothing to fear from the others.

Similarly, we can gently make our children understand that ignorance is also seeing the painful as pleasure. Our kids get into many habits which may look pleasurable but end up in pain. If only we as parents and teachers can teach our children what these ancients scriptures have taught us and to apply these values in our lives, I am sure we can bring about positive change in the world around us.

These characteristics develop and as the child grows into an adult they carry forward all these habits. Then we see the same drama unfold in the work place, in the family and in the society as well. Negative values and behavior bring about negative results and likewise when positive habits are developed, then we find positive, uplifting, wholesome people who are able to bring about peace and love around them.

So much of terror is created by man to destroy the other man in the name of justice. What an irony !
Anger which leads to hatred which in turn leads to revenge can be reversed if only we can apply good moral values, not only in our children but in our lives too. This world will become a more peaceful place. Once a wise man said "Life is measured not by the number of days you have lived, but by the number of lives you have touched."

"So wisdom is recognizing
The permanent as permanent,
The pure as pure,
The pleasure as pleasure - and
The Self as the Self."

Saturday, November 29, 2008



I dedicate this video to the Indians who were, are and will always be resilient in the face of times of adversity. I condemn the terrorist attacks in Mumbai as a cowardly act of a people who are full of hate and fear. These are elements who are unable to tolerate the success of the Indians.
They fail to understand that greatness of a people comes from a heritage filled with a heart full of compassion, tolerance and wisdom.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Down Memory Lane - Pt.2




Kalakshetra is synonymous with Rukmini Arundale. Fondly called athai by every one around her, one cannot imagine Kalakshetra without her. We used to be in awe of her. She set up Kalakshetra which provided an institutional setting for the students of music and dance. Here she retained the positive aspects of the system and persuaded outstanding musicians and dance gurus to join the faculty and created for them an ambience devoid of commercial considerations. I still remember there was so much of excitement in the college, when the then prime minister Morarji Desai offered the chair of the President of India to Rukmini Devi Arundale in 1977. She declined, preferring to dedicate herself to the arts .

I could say that I had the greatest honor of coming across some great legendary figures who have amazed and inspired me. Some of them were in Kalakshetra. I was young and quite naïve then. I had no idea that these were some of the greatest musicians, dancers and artists of our time.



I remember going to MD Ramanathan sir's classroom whenever I found some free time to listen to him singing. Ramanathan Sir is known for his unique style of singing. He had a fabulously deep and resonant voice which used to keep us all in awe. He would be with his students teaching them and sometimes singing all by himself.

Another legendary figure I have to mention is the maestro Shri Bhoodalur Sastrigal who used to play the gottuvadhyam. He used to look so fragile yet so magestic since he was of advanced age during that time. A sweet natured person who was always lost in his music. Such a blessing to have been able to sit before him when he was free, and he used to demonstrate the gottuvadhyam to my friends and me.

I also have to say about my vocal master, Mr. Mani Iyer who was a disciple of Shri Papanasam Sivan. A gentle soul with so much of simplicity. I remember him walking with his black umbrella in his hand. An unassuming man, Mani Sir was a patient and genuine teacher. When he was not teaching he could be found in his class with his tambura all by himself singing. I had the privilege of learning a number of Papanasam Sivan’s kritis under him.

Down Memory Lane - Pt.1

Just the other day someone I know asked me about the great maestro, MD Ramanathan and immediately memories of many great legends who have left an indelible mark in my life rushed in. I suppose as we grow older we have the privilege of going down memory lane often. If not for anything else, it is because we have the time to sit and ponder. When we are young we are always rushing to get things done and miss out on the valuable experiences and relationships that we come by. The passage of time teaches us to value and cherish the wonderful journey we have taken.

Yes , today this journey of mine when I look back has been above all a sweet one. Everyone’s journey is beautiful if we only know how to appreciate all that we have experienced. Time is a wonderful gift to us. It teaches us patience. Time soothes us and heals all the wounds.

So, my journey too has been with it’s ups and downs. However insignificant one may seem to the rest of the world, we as an individual are in our own world. I realize that I came to this beautiful land called earth – to experience all the joy that it has to offer. How strange that I have mistaken it to be a mixture of pain and joy. It is only pure joy if I only know how to embrace it. I have been given this beautiful gift of appreciation and when I can learn to use this tool , what a journey this can become !




Yes , who can forget this banyan tree? This is where our mornings started off. Our daily prayers accompanied to the sounds of the tambura .
We would gather every morning under this beautiful tree. Students from every where came to this beautiful place to learn the arts. The peaceful atmosphere and holistic approach was the secret to it’s attraction. Remembering this banyan tree brings calmness to me. I am back 30 years ago, sitting under this beautiful tree. We would start off with the shlokas in Sanskrit followed by songs dedicated to the various gods.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Black and White










This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2006
written by an African Kid

When I born, I black

When I grow up, I black

When I go in Sun, I black

When I scared, I black

When I sick, I black

And when I die, I still black

And you white fellow

When you born, you pink

When you grow up, you white

When you go in sun, you red

When you cold, you blue

When you scared, you yellow

When you sick, you green

And when you die, you gray

And you calling me coloured?

courtesy of http://sjsandteam.wordpress.com/

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Freedom



Spread your wings,
and fly -
Fly in the winds of freedom.

Trust



I trust.
I trust that whatever may happen ,
I trust that it happens for the good.

I trust,
I trust that whatever I lost,
I trust that I lost it for my benefit.

I trust,
I trust that whatever I have gained,
I trust that I have gained it for my betterment.

I trust,
I trust that the pains that I have endured,
I trust that the pains were to learn my lessons of life.

I trust,
I trust that the joys that I have received,
I trust that the joys were for me to appreciate all the blessings I have.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Prince Rama Varma





A beautiful rendition of Janani Ninuvina in Reethigaula.

Listening to him performing on the veena or singing brings such tranquility. Described as a "Prince among musicians and a Musician among Princes" Prince Rama Varma, a member of the Royal Family of Travancore, is a direct descendant of Maharaja Swathi Thirunal Rama Varma and Raja Ravi Varma.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

A Portrait of My Guru


Thanks to Ludwig Pesch who was kind enough to send me this picture of Rajeshwari Teacher. I remember Ludwig as a student of flute in Kalakshetra. I admired his passion, dedication and talent. I wish him all the best in his journey of music.
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LINK: http://home.planet.nl/~pesch082/

Sunday, September 7, 2008

A Tribute to my Guru



The Yajnavalkya Smriti mentions:
"Veena vadhana tathvangna sruti, jathi, visartha talanjaaprayasena moksha margam niyachathi"
("The one who is well versed in veena, one who has the knowledge of srutis and one who is adept in tala, attains salvation without doubt.")


The passing away of my teacher Smt.Rajeshwari Padmanabhan came in as a shock. Even though you know that everyone has to go some day, every time we hear of someone passing away especially if the person happens to be someone you have known leaves a feeling of loss. A motherly figure, she was someone who was gentle at the same time a strict disciplinarian. She was my teacher 30 yrs ago. She is amazing as always. I cried listening to her play the veena on you tube. Her music will always bring nostalgic memories .

Rajeshwari teacher was a very modest person who rarely revealed what she possesed. One has to watch her play the veena to realize what a talent she carried. We have lost a musician of par excellence. It is rare to find someone like her. My prostrations to the great legend our Rajeshwari teacher. More of her music should become available to the public.

Rajeswari Padmanabhan, daughter of Lakshmi Ammal and grand daughter of Karaikudi Subbarama Iyer (the elder of the Karaikudi Veena brothers), was a ninth generation descendent from the Karaikudi Veena tradition. From the very young age of five, she was under the tutelage of her grandfather Karaikudi Sambasiva Iyer (the younger of the Karaikudi Veena brothers) in the Gurukula system and remained under his guidance until the demise of the maestro in 1958. Later, under the Government of India scholarship, she continued her training in vocal from the composer Late Sri. Mysore Vasudevachar. She was principal of Kalakshetra where she worked and taught for many years. Among the numerous awards she has received, she was also the recipient of the Kalaimamani and Sangita Kalanidhi.

Smt.Rajeshwari was known for her musical integrity and virtuosity. Besides performing, she has composed a few varnams and tillanas, has set to tune the text of Kumbeshvarar Kuravanji for a dance drama, and is also credited with innovative approaches towards making the portable Veena and designing a new acrylic 'melam'. In the new acrylic 'melam', the conventional honeybee wax on which the Veena frets rest is replaced with acrylic. The acrylic design offers durability without sacrificing the tonal quality of the Veena. Smt. Rajeshwari padmanabhan passed away on the 15th of August 2008.








Sunday, August 31, 2008

The Veena

Veena


The Veena:

The veena is one of the most ancient string instruments of India. Its origin can be traced back to the ancient yazh, a stringed instrument, similar to the Grecian harp. Bharata, in his Natya Shastra, explains the theory of the 22 sruti-s in an octave with the help of two experimental veena-s.

The veena then went through several innovations and modifications. In its current form, the instrument can be attributed to Raghunath Nayak ( circa 17th century ) of Tanjavur in Tamil Nadu.

The veena is 1.5m long and is made from jackwood. It has a large, round body with a thick, wide neck, the end of which is carved into the head of a dragon. A small resonator is attached to the underside of the neck. The veena has 24 metal frets embedded in hardened bees-wax, mixed with charcoal powder.

Melody is produced on four metal strings that run above the frets. These are stretched over a wide bridge that sits on the body of the veena. Three other strings run alongside the neck of the instrument. These are used for maintaining time and for playing the drone. The performer, who sits cross-legged on the stage, rests the small resonator on the left lap. The fingers of the left hand are used to press, pull and glide on the frets, while the fingers of the right hand are used to pluck and twang the strings.

The veena is a complete instrument and provides the basic components: sruti, laya and sahitya. Its main attraction is the mellow tonal quality which is capable of evoking a meditative atmosphere.

Monday, August 25, 2008

An interesting article

A Merdeka upside down?

August 26, 2008

by Azly Rahman@Columbia University, New York
http://azlyrahman-illuminations.blogspot.com/2008/08/merdeka.html

A Vote for Anwar is a Vote for a Real Merdeka

“Our Nation, Malaysia is dedicated to: achieving a greater unity for all her people; maintaining a democratic way of life; creating a just society in which the wealth of the nation shall be equitably distributed; ensuring a liberal approach to her rich and diverse cultural tradition, and building a progressive society which shall be oriented to modern science and technology.

We, the people of Malaysia, pledge our united efforts to attain these ends, guided by these principles:

• Belief in God

• Loyalty to King and Country

• Upholding the Constitution

• Sovereignty of the Law, and

• Good Behaviour and Morality” - From the Rukunegara, circa 1970

The words above constructed and proclaimed in 1970, after the bloody riots of May 13, 1969, contain internal contradictions if we are to analyse them today.

As we approach August 31, our independence or Merdeka Day, we read the following stories:

- an irate prime minister mulling action against a blogger for flying the Malaysian flag upside-down in cyberspace;

- a by-election campaign in Pematang Pauh in Penang, that shows up the ugliness of smear campaigns focusing on race, religion, and personal issues instead of presenting solutions to national crises;

- an aborted Bar Council forum on conversion to Islam, disrupted by groups claiming to represent the survival and dignity of Malaysian Muslims;

- an angry Vice-Chancellor of an all-bumiputera university threatening to sue the chief minister of Selangor for the latter’s suggestion that Universiti Teknologi MARA be opened to non-bumiputera;

- a teacher in Selangor reprimanded and transferred for hurling racial slurs at her Malaysian school-children of Indian origin;

- the continuing and intensified work of the prime minster’s propaganda outfit, Biro Tata Negara, in ensuring that the ideology of Ketuanan Melayu remains funneled into the minds of Malay students, educators, and civil servants;

- the continuing refusal of the Ministry of Higher Education to grant freedom to students to gain concepts and skills of political consciousness by its refusal to radically revise the University and University Colleges Act;

- an increasingly cacophonic and toxic relationship between the Executive, Judiciary, and Legislative as a consequence of the 22-year misrule of the previous Prime Minister, Dr Mahathir Mohamad;

- a hyper-modernised country trapped in the excesses of nationalism and globalisation at a time when the global food and energy crisis is taking a toll on the economic and political lives of nations.

After 51 years, what do we have?

These are among the snapshot items of Malaysia circa 51 years of Merdeka or independence. The composite image of divide and conquer left by the British colonials continue to be artistically refined into subdivisions of divide and conquer, aided by the propaganda machine of the ruling class.

What can now be seen in Malaysia are images of the little brown brothers becoming the new colonisers and transforming themselves into ‘emperors in new clothes’.

If the words of the1970 proclamation are to be our benchmarks of Merdeka, we must ask these questions:

- How have we fostered unity amongst the nation when our government promotes racism thorough racialised policies and by virtue that our politics survive on the institutionalisation of racism?

- How have we maintained a democratic way of life, when our educational, political, and economic institutions do not promote democracy in fear that democratic and multicultural voices of conscience are going to dismantle race-based ideologies?

- How are we to create a just society in which the wealth of the nation is equitably distributed, when the New Economic Policy itself is designed based on the premise that only one race needs to be helped and forever helped, whereas at the onset of Independence, poverty existed amongst Malaysians of all races?

- How are we to promote a liberal approach to diverse culture and tradition when our education system is run by politicians who are championing Ketuanan Melayu alone and ensuring that Malay hegemony rules at all levels and spheres of education, from pre-school to graduate levels?

- How are we to build a progressive society based on science and technology when our understanding of the role of science and society do not clearly reflect our fullest understanding of the issues of scientific knowledge, industrialisation, and dependency?

A failed Malaysia? Across the board, the country is in distress. Education in shambles, polarised, and politicised. The economy is in constant dangerous flux. The judiciary is in deep crisis of confidence. Public safety is of major concern due to declining public confidence in the police, and politics remain ever divided along racial and religious lines.

This is the Malaysian depiction of Dorian Gray, one that shows the image of a “vibrant nation of progress and harmony, racial tolerance and a robust economy” but behind that is actually a deformed Malaysia, a mere continuation of the past’s feudal and colonial entity.

Broken promises

The colonised have become the colonisers. The state has become a totalitarian entity using the ideological state apparatuses to silence the voices of progressive change. The nationalists have nationalised the wealth of the nation for themselves and perhaps siphoning the nation’s wealth internationally.

This is the picture of the broken promise made by those who fought for independence; the vices of the early radical and truly nationalistic Malays, Chinese, Indians, Ibans, Kadazans, Sikhs, etc, of the early Merdeka movement.

How then must Malaysians celebrate their 51st Merdeka? By flying the Jalur Gemilang upside down? Or to do better than this – by putting justice in place, by engineering a multicultural jihad against all forms of excesses of abuse of power and to de-toxify the nation entirely, and then next - begin Year Zero of our cultural revolution by using a gentle enterprise called peaceful education?

Education is the solution. I believe we need a radical overhaul of everything, philosophically speaking. We have the structures in place but we would need to replace the human beings running the system.

We have deeply racialised human beings running neutral machines. We have ethnocentric leaders running humane systems. We have allowed imperfection and evolving fascism to run our system.

We have placed capitalists of culture behind our wheels of industrial progress; people who have the dinosaur brain of ketuanan this or that.

We have created these monsters and have unleashed them to run our educational, political, economic, and cultural systems. We have Frankenstein-ised our Merdeka.

We need to re-educate ourselves by reinventing the human beings we can entrust to run our machines. We must abolish the present system and create a new one; just as how we created our new cities – Putrajaya and Cyberjaya – the symbols of our oriental despotism and Asian capitalistic decadence.

We must be aware that class in the broadest and most comprehensive sense of the word is what we are dealing with and through class and cultural analyses, we can arrive at a different path to a new Merdeka.

This Merdeka, the rakyat, armed with wisdom of a new era, must now speak softly but carry a big stick. Our struggle for Merdeka has only just begun.
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If I may be permitted to add to Dr. Azly Rahman’s article, it is this: August 26 will be the start of change for Malaysia. That is why we must have Anwar Ibrahim in Parliament and then on to Putrajaya he goes. I am pleased that the voters in Permatang Pauh understand what is at stake and are turning up in full force early at various polling stations. The weather is fine.

We want our best minds to return home and serve our country and that means changing our incentive system to make our environmment attractive for work and continuous self learning. Education must be thoroughly revamped so that it will be merit based. Standards should not be lowered. In stead, we must educate Malaysians to meet standards for entry into our tertiary institutions. Our universities must, therefore, be excellent centers for research, innovation and intellectual development.

Academic freedom must be returned to all our campuses. Political interference in the Universities must cease so that we do not have the obstacles to “a liberal approach to diverse culture and tradition”. We must also have create a community of intellectuals and artists in Kuala Lumpur like those in Paris, New York, Berlin, etc. Our nation badly needs a soul. —Din Merican in Permatang Pauh.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

The Giant Leap

The Giant Leap
by Robin Sharma :

Small steps are big steps. Little decisions can, over time, cause stunningly wonderful results. Tiny changes lead to real and sustained transformation. It's all about evolution rather than revolution. I know you know that.

It's so exciting to me to think that-this very day-can serve as a springboard to an extraordinary professional and personal life. One decision you make over the coming hours could be the giant leap that launches a tidal wave of greatness that leads you to a place well above your boldest dreams. Remarkable isn't it, this thing called choice? And everyone of us can exercise it. Yes, every single one of us.

No decision is unimportant. Every action leads to a reaction. Each move we make creates a consequence and ripples across our destiny. Getting up earlier when you feel like sleeping is the giant leap that begins a new habit called early rising. Coming up with a better way to think/feel/behave at work is the giant leap that creates a new inner pathway called excellence and mastery. Treating people with more respect/kindness and understanding is the giant leap that will soon install a routine called humanity. That little first step sends a clear signal to life that you want to change and have the courage to make the first move.

The first move is always the hardest. Everything's easier after that. Step by step, changing and elevating your game gets easier. You become more confident. The new habits and internal pathways become more familiar. And you-almost invisibly-become greater. And more brilliant. And more of the person you were born to be. Told you it's exciting.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Words of Wisdom

Taking time even though it may be a few minutes to feel the breath ! Listening to the sound of music. We stray away, getting lost in the happenings of each day forgetting that there are more profound and subtle things to life than the daily chores we attend to. Yes they are merely chores that we as human beings perform. I heard from someone that a friend of his was speaking to the sea once and asked it why it was always so restless. The sea answered him with these words of wisdom : How do you know that I am restless, have you you seen me beneath the surface ? I am still. Yes the sea is still deep inside and we too need to learn to become still within.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Following my heart






Listening to a veena piece by HRH.Prince Rama Varma. Rare to find a musician who is not only knowledgeble in music but in many other fields too.
I feel honored and blessed to be able to follow my heart. Many of us become lost in the day to day happenings and forget to follow our passion. We need to take time off and do what is close to our heart. Life is incrediblly short. A few decades go by before we even wake up to the fact that we have lost it ! It is better late than never. I have started pursing my passion for music in small ways by first listening then learning new pieces. The process may sound slow but The Journey is the Destination. There is nothing to achieve finally but isn't the achievement and contentment in the process itself? This we come to learn along the way.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Food for the Soul

Music is the food for the soul. I can't imagine my life without music.Today it has become my friend and companion. No one needs to feel alone if they only know the joy music can bring.If some one asks me whether I would like to have pursued anything else, I will definitely say NO! If given another lifetime I know Music will be my choice again ! Listening to good music is the most fulfilling thing one can have.Creating music will also bring such joy and spiritual upliftment. The veena piece by Rajesh Vaidya may not appeal to those who are classically inclined, but to me every time I listen to this particular clip it just does something in my heart. I try to be open to all types of music though classical music is definitely a heart puller.

Pilgrim's Journey

We are all travelers in this journey of life. At every juncture we pause to take a breath and continue our journey. It is the same with me. A life filled with happiness, joy, fun and also punctuated with sadness and tears. But somehow we move on. The amazing thing in our life is the wonderful ability given to us by nature to pick up after every fall and feel energized to continue the journey.
My journey too is the same.

Saturday, August 9, 2008