tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904828800855044672024-03-06T01:30:35.593-08:00Digging Deep into MindsMy mind, your opinion, our world, that makes it all. A place to express about
all sort of things, which comes into my mind during day to day life.....Digitally Inspiredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12229090377153695879noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390482880085504467.post-18655408697069204092008-08-19T08:25:00.000-07:002008-08-19T08:55:58.115-07:00Burn<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/shijocj/SKropA-VJXI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Dl2iQVyjz-Q/s400/heartburn.jpg"></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/shijocj/SKropA-VJXI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Dl2iQVyjz-Q/s400/heartburn.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand" height="294" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/shijocj/SKropA-VJXI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Dl2iQVyjz-Q/s400/heartburn.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/shijocj/SKropA-VJXI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Dl2iQVyjz-Q/s400/heartburn.jpg"></a></div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br />Only If you could look into my heart,<br /><br /></span></em></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/shijocj/SKropA-VJXI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Dl2iQVyjz-Q/s400/heartburn.jpg"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></a></div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">My Dear.....</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">you'd see all that you mean to me,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">understand all the thoughts.....<br /><br /></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I somehow can't express,</span></em></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/shijocj/SKropA-VJXI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Dl2iQVyjz-Q/s400/heartburn.jpg"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></a></div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">our bond and our togetherness......</span></em> <div align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/shijocj/SKropA-VJXI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Dl2iQVyjz-Q/s400/heartburn.jpg"></a></div></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/shijocj/SKropA-VJXI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Dl2iQVyjz-Q/s400/heartburn.jpg"></a></div><div align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br />Life... that starts to burn.....</div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Courtesy</span> (my dearest better half)</span></em></div>Digitally Inspiredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12229090377153695879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390482880085504467.post-22295913432107987522008-01-10T09:22:00.000-08:002008-11-12T20:30:38.369-08:00Celebrating a Maestro's Birthday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrwR-RzHIN5pjyTt-E54lpHEkOAGKCH7idAHNKSQ_pKiuXTtkZ2nYdyeXbyEEO4-KQIeaUKbn6Hdyza9JBwpZKF7USeRUKXzIrON2isbEkFpiFDjSBxb-u86heSpVj9EztxhJ4sxb9Lik/s1600-h/yesudas1.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrwR-RzHIN5pjyTt-E54lpHEkOAGKCH7idAHNKSQ_pKiuXTtkZ2nYdyeXbyEEO4-KQIeaUKbn6Hdyza9JBwpZKF7USeRUKXzIrON2isbEkFpiFDjSBxb-u86heSpVj9EztxhJ4sxb9Lik/s400/yesudas1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153939744948205298" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(127, 46, 15);"><span class="normaltext"><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></p></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;">One of the nations greatest singer Yesudas, our favorite Ganna Gandarva is celebrating his 68th birthday today. Its would not be a surprise to anyone when I say that the number of recognitions gained by him is much more than his number of his years!<br /><br />Kattassery Joseph Yesudas was born on January 10, 1940 in Fort Cochin, the ancient port city of Kerala. His father, Augustine Joseph was himself a well-known singer and stage actor who rode the Kerala stage like a colossus for over a quarter of a century. Eldest of the four sons and one daughter of the Joseph couple, Yesudas took to music at a very early age. His first Guru was his beloved father himself, who lovingly and painstakingly led little Yesudas through the basic precepts of Carnatic Music while he was hardly five years old. From there, the budding singer took lessons under several musical wizards like Chembai Vaidyanatha Bhagavatar - one of the senior most performers of the time in Classical Music - and later Hindustani Music and so on. He nurtured his native talents with discipline, dedication and determination and progressed each day towards achieving musical knowledge through Classical Indian Music, Carnatic Music, Challenging Film and Independent compositions.<br /><br /> On 14th November 1961 Yesudas recorded his voice for the first time for him. His first film was Kaalpadugal. Yesudas is a reciepent of the Padmabhushan Award from the president of India in 2002, Padma Sri by President of India in 1973, Doctorate by Annamalai University in 1989, D.Litt by Kerala University in 2003, Asthana Gayakan ( Official Singer ) by Government of Kerala, Sangeet Natak Akademi Award in 1992, and numerous awards during his carrer life. Kerala government recognised him by giving the special title 'Gana Gandharva', as a hallmark for for his magical voice with unbelievable sweetness. Dr.Yesudas won national award seven times, a record, no other singers either male or female managed equal or surpass.<br /><br />He has recorded more than 40,000 songs for many languages including Hindi,Malayalam,Tamil, Kannada, Telugu, Bengali, Gujarati, Oriya, Marathi, Punjabi, Sanskrit, Tulu, Russian, Arabic, Latin and English through his long career. In 1980 Yesudas established the Tharangni Studio at Trivandrum. In 1992 the office and studio were moved to Chennai and the company was incorporated in the U.S. in 1998. Tharangni Studio and Tharangni Records became a recording center in Kerala which, for the first time, brought out audio cassettes of Malayalam film songs in stereo.<br /><br />Inspite of the various accolades and awards that have embellished his career, in person Yesudas remains extremely humble and direct. A down-to-earth nature is the best word that can be used to describe him. His approach to life has always been musical, that of a saint who worship music as his god, that of a pilgrim who goes on a pilgrimage in search of solitude and the real essence of music.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Yesudas' family is blessed with his devoted and dutiful wife Prabha and his three sons, Vinod, Vijay and Vishal. Vijay, is second son, has the inborn talent of his father to carry on the hereditary tradition to the next generation.<br /><br /></div><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(127, 46, 15);"><span class="normaltext"><p align="justify"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(127, 46, 15);"><p align="justify"></p></span></span></p> </span></span></span>Digitally Inspiredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12229090377153695879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390482880085504467.post-76678152686040792742007-10-07T01:58:00.000-07:002008-11-12T20:30:38.585-08:00Cursed!!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgpNiG239UjWRLQz5vKQ7lXg4kyJVsXeO4xp_Zv4xemvFh7pShRqd6nF7XUKpFr-DdVZpDBVD6EUhdpaYVjaSM9ias15RHcp5oUDl1seJHRylDgW5Ou8SC4dctaaD_qTPmjI9dJofrTrKN/s1600-h/cursed_print.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118521025974360994" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgpNiG239UjWRLQz5vKQ7lXg4kyJVsXeO4xp_Zv4xemvFh7pShRqd6nF7XUKpFr-DdVZpDBVD6EUhdpaYVjaSM9ias15RHcp5oUDl1seJHRylDgW5Ou8SC4dctaaD_qTPmjI9dJofrTrKN/s400/cursed_print.jpg" border="0" height="286" width="242" /></a>One eventful long session is winding up. Like an abandoned warrior, I stand here wounded in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">war field</span> deserted and confused. What is next? I tried to retract but I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">couldn</span>’t. I accepted my break down, but they dragged me in again. Like a red hot funeral pile, a fire ball is burning me into ashes. How do I dispose off that? I am afraid to speak. I can't stand those terrifying dream about City of Graveyards. I hate retaliations. I tried to strike back in the way of truth. But it is not working anymore. Deep sickening silence is everywhere. Can you feel the call of death? Is there a fire storm coming in? I fear I will get engulfed<span style=""></span> in that. The last glimpse of hope is burned out? Memories are crumbling me in to dust. Trying to keep myself busy, I am dreaming about passing over those dreadful memories for some split seconds.<br /><br />Whom shall I blame? I wanted to help. But now I am helpless. I gave them my resources. Now I see those in warheads upon me. I recognize those where given in to immature hands. They <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">did</span>n’t recognize why I disclosed them. Why I disclosed them? Was that my signature?<br /><br />Still I suspect. The battle is over or the fire is there still!!!!<br /><br />But; I am thinking. In the blood freezing silence thoughts are rising up. What is it? Is that a curse? No I recognize, it is a blessing. The lava inside me is making me stronger; Stronger than ever. I know I am right and I never missed the path. Why am I troubled because the world is diseased? I am not ready to fail and I will never. I am learning. I am learning to walk. My legs won’t tremble anymore. Those red hot fire stones are not hot anymore. Nothing can stop me now. I am the Phoenix… </div>Digitally Inspiredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12229090377153695879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390482880085504467.post-32718500134805675552007-09-23T15:52:00.000-07:002008-11-12T20:30:38.833-08:00Its Time to Move On - Relationships with Reason<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijLTC9k5pE5HFnUMMpKwM3GS94WQuKrmePbrqf97QDElUYmLkQlDgpSPhGcK3stuv_SArM8xgH5VRdWF-jeLa1LG6FfQViEMBHu70WZrxpGk9EVR3K_uOPIjKB8utBmhV38_wg4_cqg2w/s1600-h/default1.jpeg"><img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijLTC9k5pE5HFnUMMpKwM3GS94WQuKrmePbrqf97QDElUYmLkQlDgpSPhGcK3stuv_SArM8xgH5VRdWF-jeLa1LG6FfQViEMBHu70WZrxpGk9EVR3K_uOPIjKB8utBmhV38_wg4_cqg2w/s400/default1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113117552110977810" border="0" /></a>Relationships are always there for a reason. May be it can be intentional, sometimes we may fail to realise the existence of a relationship, sometimes even we won't agree such a relationship exists. People come into our life for a reason. It can be for a moment, it can be for a season or it can be for a lifetime. But it is born with some destiny. When we understand which one it is, then we will know why it is born and ultimately we will be knowing what should be done for that person.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Realizing relationships is not a great challenge. The real question lies in distinguishing why it is there for. When someone is there in our life for a reason, it is usually to fulfill our needs. The need we expressed to someone or somewhere. Sometimes somebody may be feeling we are in need. They have come to assist us through a difficulty, to provide us with guidance and support, to aid us physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like an Angel and they are. They are there for the reason we need them to be.<br /><br />Some people come into our life for a season, because our turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring us an experience of peace or make us laugh. They may teach us something we have never done. They usually give us an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season. During our lifetime, relationships teach us lessons, things we must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Our job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what we have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of our life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3bx9y3ektem2qtXODy-TvBSPdaXSrZ2vT-XOTCXdUJUrXAAgwCWpV6vY6DhT2b0z3w51FYjZTKfb9GS-49DvDPGb66lfVCE76Jh0Dk4c695KIde0sqwt3tjVdBNYK5S54UpkyHAXy28/s1600-h/default2.jpeg"><img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3bx9y3ektem2qtXODy-TvBSPdaXSrZ2vT-XOTCXdUJUrXAAgwCWpV6vY6DhT2b0z3w51FYjZTKfb9GS-49DvDPGb66lfVCE76Jh0Dk4c695KIde0sqwt3tjVdBNYK5S54UpkyHAXy28/s400/default2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113117556405945122" border="0" /></a>Then one day, suddenly without any wrongdoing on our part or at an inconvenient time, these persons will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they just cease living. Sometimes they just walk away from our life and memories. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. Then we will realise that the prayer we sent up has been answered and that it is the time to move on. Just accept and remember their importance in life and be thankful to them for being the part of our life, whether they were a reason, a season or a lifetime.<br /><br />Again, one another day we may see someone peeping into our life. Then, we will recognize that someone is in need of us or someone is there for us.<br /><br />I am thankful to Genson and one unnamed friend for the ideas, basic scripts, life exposure and inspiration for getting me prepared to compose these wonderful words.<br /></div>Digitally Inspiredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12229090377153695879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390482880085504467.post-77774213185488169022007-09-20T22:41:00.000-07:002008-11-12T20:30:38.990-08:00King of Bribery<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfYxm67sPl6fBRQeiHpRKoCcyRrPT0w9hwuj-lvKZmpLT_dH9GngVwGHC_vIHQ6B2cQ6ta-T5CvyWNkmrqIMG5abFQtPTBXRYXdePnGfFF4JuDfGz_BKA4kReyiPPFTnlpwc7ESBzBqIY/s1600-h/bribe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfYxm67sPl6fBRQeiHpRKoCcyRrPT0w9hwuj-lvKZmpLT_dH9GngVwGHC_vIHQ6B2cQ6ta-T5CvyWNkmrqIMG5abFQtPTBXRYXdePnGfFF4JuDfGz_BKA4kReyiPPFTnlpwc7ESBzBqIY/s400/bribe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112394790719439618" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When country is India this can also happen. People can even bribe Mr. Almighty!!! Upon the offer of one single Chapel itself he is flat??? <br /><br />Let the core story be my own secret!!! I am realizing, what I asked is decided for me. From that day I offered him a chapel, things began to change. Everything comes in my way. Wherever I go, I am flooded with clues. Boundaries don’t matter, Localities <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">doesn</span>’t matter, and even States are not a barrier!!! I felt lost, but now I recognize it got closer! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hah</span>! If you fall in the circle then you already having a glowing bulb in your head <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hehe</span>!!! I remember my reference to the main hero that, I am having a strong feeling like this!!! And today it happened for him only!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Isn</span>’t? Yeah!<br /><br />He cares about my queries. Somewhere I became his toy and then the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">playgroud</span> is given to me. A mutual understanding we used with!! Just like a good friend, my well-wisher. But this time I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">didn</span>’t asked him. Even this moment I am unsure, what is good for me. It felt better when I asked for what he feels favorable for me. I see that even my mistakes; he is turning into my boon in unimaginable ways. Still…..I suspect. Is that given for me or he is asking me to decide? Is he showing me pros and cons on what I asked?. Or all these he giving into my life for a reason; to get me prepared for the ultimate one????<br /><br /> OK let me be serious about the subject. Today, I had one amazing experience, just like many of the previous incidents, but this time I thought it would be unfair if I don’t express it. But as I told I don’t like the reason to be published as of now.<br /><br />So, this is the message for everyone who read this story!!!...If somebody bribe the God better keep away. You will never win simply because he is involved!!! You are not ready to fail then offer him a better bribe amount, which means you have to pray more than your friend…<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">hehe</span>. When someone bribes an officer who is the front player? The Officer or your Good Neighbor? Rules don’t change. Dare you play in face with God????</div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>Digitally Inspiredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12229090377153695879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390482880085504467.post-22136512151917993942007-08-05T04:27:00.000-07:002008-11-12T20:30:39.275-08:00Friendship - An Isolated Thinking<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8HrIAHM6SJd3stPtl7K_7qvNVLtPYnrVAbOYRH6WFUoFHqIdFTOmSbzGMHdgFx_QlJhaZdeTjgrjjGslhH-U4nlcnU3f0AKx0sJIbt9XMo4QwsIGEJhqA7PSJqOb-tZ9fqXkRXRW892A/s1600-h/image0011.jpg"><img style="width: 463px; height: 348px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8HrIAHM6SJd3stPtl7K_7qvNVLtPYnrVAbOYRH6WFUoFHqIdFTOmSbzGMHdgFx_QlJhaZdeTjgrjjGslhH-U4nlcnU3f0AKx0sJIbt9XMo4QwsIGEJhqA7PSJqOb-tZ9fqXkRXRW892A/s400/image0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095177979341821730" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;">First of all I would like to pardon all my friends, who were not able to enjoy the beauty of the words above because of the language it is written. This is the one among the mails I gifted from my friends on this Friendship Day (probably the best among them). Also many of my friends would have received the same.<br /><br />Hmmm... Friendship!!! I am not the one to give definition to this concept (Eh! is that only a concept?.... My failure is sooo pathetic. I couldn't even find the term, what it is?....). Anyway, let me try to think about something....<br /><br />In the words of some </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Philosophers "Friendship is a term used to symbolize co-operative and supportive behavior between two or more humans."...So far so good, But Ah!, really speaking I am not satisfied with this.....I would like to have some more talks upon this subject. The great ancient Greeks on have traditionally distinguished three notions that can properly be called love: <strong><span>agape</span></strong></span><span style="font-size:100%;">, <strong><span>eros</span></strong></span><span style="font-size:100%;">, and <strong><span>philia</span></strong></span><span style="font-size:100%;">.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><i>Agape</i></strong></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> is an affection that does not respond to the antecedent value of its object but as a thought to create value in the beloved; it has come through the Christian tradition to mean the sort of love God has for us persons as well as, by extension, our love for God and our love for humankind in general. <i><span><strong>Eros</strong></span></i></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> and <i><span><strong>Philia</strong></span></i></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> are generally understood to be responsive to the merits of their objects—to the </span><span style="font-size:100%;">beloved's properties, especially his goodness or beauty. The difference is that <i><span><strong>eros</strong></span></i></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> is a kind of passionate desire for an object, typically </span><span style="font-size:100%;">sexual in nature, whereas <i><span><strong>philia</strong></span></i></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> originally meant a kind of affectionate regard or friendly feeling towards not just </span><span style="font-size:100%;">one's friends but also possibly </span><span style="font-size:100%;">towards family members, business partners, and one's country at large.<br /><br />In philosophical discussions of friendship,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> it is ideal to follow </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span><strong>Aristotle</strong>,</span> friendships of </span><span style="font-size:100%;">pleasure, of </span><span style="font-size:100%;">utility, and of </span><span style="font-size:100%;">virtue. Although it is a bit unclear how to understand these distinctions, the basic idea seems to be that <i>pleasure</i>, <i>utility</i>, and<i> virtue are the reasons we have in these various kinds of relationships for loving our friend</i><strong><i>.</i></strong><br /></span></div><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;">It basically involve the mutual understanding and co-operation between two persons or a group.<br /><br />My words, essentially friendship is all about </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >"</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><i><span>Some kind of concern about your friend or friends, a distinctive concern which might reasonably be understood as some kind of love, with some cause</span>....</i></span><span style="font-size:100%;">"</span></div>Digitally Inspiredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12229090377153695879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390482880085504467.post-87339724689111430462007-06-26T12:51:00.000-07:002007-09-22T13:28:53.584-07:00Art of Heart - Food for ThoughtRecently I got a mail from one of my friend. The pictures and embedded words inside are too much touching that i decided to put them in my blog.....<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shijocj/TheWorldInANutshell/photo#5076388113507769714"><img src="http://lh3.google.com/shijocj/RnL0F-elXXI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ZyuQRrjnvQI/s400/noname1.jpeg" /></a><br /><br /><br />Look those evergreen leaves and crystal fresh water droplets....Like the mother nature, heart is like a greenery of life that gives the whole lot for masses.... Like one red rose spreading its fragrance, for a heart flooding with peace, some few dew drops spilling out from them is sufficient to make the whole world a garden.....<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shijocj/TheWorldInANutshell/photo#5076388113507769698"><img src="http://lh3.google.com/shijocj/RnL0F-elXWI/AAAAAAAAAVU/eT1J8kUcmOE/s400/noname2.jpeg" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Some one refers heart like a symbol of belief, At times, like a rock in hurricane, it hangs to its beliefs disregarding whatever coming across.....One of the sensible representation of heart. It represents feelings and worries in relationships. heart is represented as the symbol of emotional human affairs.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></div></div>Digitally Inspiredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12229090377153695879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390482880085504467.post-49836688388080148272007-06-13T13:02:00.000-07:002008-11-12T20:30:39.386-08:00Those eyes - ever never escape from its magic?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOA2yr49tXM9UoAoV_px3RoehItCWk0P7cRrgwG2bvUPMEh1rx0CPQ3qlNcAVSysC4wsw6ygoPyZJcER313rv9jF1UqiSubzyD69O1lghuYK-BM4XrhFymGvmJK0aF3wf_yIEAi3E60Q/s1600/noname4.jpg"><img style="width: 529px; height: 388px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOA2yr49tXM9UoAoV_px3RoehItCWk0P7cRrgwG2bvUPMEh1rx0CPQ3qlNcAVSysC4wsw6ygoPyZJcER313rv9jF1UqiSubzyD69O1lghuYK-BM4XrhFymGvmJK0aF3wf_yIEAi3E60Q/s1600/noname4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075988604239830354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span> Like the one planning suicide, staring into the depths, I kept looking in to her eyes.....<br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span> Those magical eyes, which transformed a mischievous school boy to nut poet and valentine<br /></span></p><div><span> with </span><span>just one wink, and extruded him into endless courses of chronicle.....<br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span> Their sparkles flooded into emptiness of my mind…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span>Rewording</span> - <span>a simple self work</span> <br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span>Courtesy</span> – <span>Chidambarasmaranakal </span><span></span><span>(Chullikadu)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>Digitally Inspiredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12229090377153695879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390482880085504467.post-31115771935203659432007-05-10T10:25:00.000-07:002007-09-20T14:39:32.486-07:00Life, Success and Positive Thinking<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shijocj/TheWorldInANutshell/photo#5063417206695252194"><img src="http://lh3.google.com/shijocj/RkTfH1Kr0OI/AAAAAAAAASQ/R1rBEYj1AFQ/s400/key_success.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Life is an adventure with plenty of eventful phases. One will be successful when he or she is one who lives well, laughs often, and adored much, gains respect, lives world better than they can find it. They will never lack appreciation for earth's beauty or fails to look for the best in others or give the best of themselves.</span><br /><br /><span>Some events in life bring the joy of fulfilling experience and well being, while others make us pessimistic and contemplative. Both have their own significance in paving the way to our goals. But one thing that keeps unchanging throughout this sojourn is our individual spirit. A spirit that reveals our inner self, a spirit that prepares the way during gains or falls, a spirit that pays back the unique power to defy destiny in our way and motivate us to carve our own footprints in this beautiful universe. This is that motivational spirit that opens up numerous hurdles along the way that help us to reach out in the right place at the right time, where that rendezvous with success is just some steps ahead.</span><br /><br /><span>While plotting our lives, we indulge ourselves inside the romance of this fight, and take an attempt to prognosticate about our different exposures, what is going to unfold is just a nutshell. We have the Master Key, the key that gains its power from an array of motivational spirits, which empowers ourselves enough to unlock the mysteries, and that is what life demands from us. After all, virtue lies not only in finding the way, but to walk the path successfully.</span><br /><br /><span><strong>By the way</strong>,</span> <i><span> I dedicate this to my good friend who herself indulged in "</span></i><i><span>Pain and Numbness</span></i><i><span>". I feel she deserves this little bit to cheer up.</span></i></div>Digitally Inspiredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12229090377153695879noreply@blogger.com1