Sachin Tendulkar 200 not out

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I was in the office working, so as a result missed the glorious innings of a true master class. I do not like cricket, but I do follow Sachin Tendulkar.

I was lucky enough to catch up the presentation ceremony, where Ravi Shashtri was interviewing Sachin.

Just one comment on the interview:

"Sachin Tendulkar is one of those few privileged people, who had indeed followed his heart."

Refer to: Difference Between Heart And Mind. And the comment will be more clear.

'Crying' Is The Birth Right Of A Child. Cry With Freedom

Picture From: http://crunchiemummy.wordpress.com/2008/09/29/thou-shalt-covet-thy-mothers-recycled-water-bottle/

Recently my company changed drastically. A few days before my company comprised of just-teenage-out, confused boys, and now it is mostly a baby girl. My cousin sister. Now a days majority of my thoughts are one way or the other related to her. Kids, understand human nature more than the grown ups do. So to understand them, you have to be really really meditative.

One thing which became clear to me was that, a life starts with a cry, an innocent weeping. But since the grown-ups do not like a crying baby (I have seen people frowning to the mother or parents when they see a crying baby somewhere in a bus or metro), they try to distract the child. It is child's nature and birth right i.e. 'to cry', give them this freedom, whether you like it or not, let them cry, but one should understand the difference i.e. when they are crying out of necessity and when they are crying over futile or mundane things. Crying 'through' will put a realization in the child's mind (realization and kids?? you must be wondering. But kids are more prone to realizations than any of us, grown ups) that crying is futile, and he/she will device new methods to be happy. Every soul is in a pursuit towards happiness, and during our pursuit we tend to avoid unhappiness and sadness, instead of accepting it, and letting it come. Without being sad, true happiness cannot be discovered. Just like, there is a day after night. Day will be useless if night does not exist, or you can say, it is the difference between day and night, which makes day visible. Sadness or unhappiness has it's own significance in life, just like night have, to make day distinguishable.

How to handle words from an enlightened soul, when you are a non-enlightened one

People starting their journeys on the path of spirituality, often read or hear words from many masters (an enlightened soul), and gets confused. It is natural. On my course, I learned or realized a few things, which I will share with you. It is good to learn from the mistakes of others. I am not yet enlightened, but quite a handful of things, listed below, I learned:

Never directly apply, what masters say, in your own life, they are talking from a different plane. Through their words just derive a motivation for meditation.

Many masters say that meditation and effort are paradoxical terms. For them meditation is effortless, again, their whole being is in meditation every moment. We (the non-enlightened ones) need effort in the beginning, maybe for many years or maybe for a few hours, to meditate and to transform. Effort is needed because of the accustom-ism , the accustom-ism of living in past and future. Giving up old accustom-ism and acquiring a new one, needs a great deal of effort in the beginning, but as one gets comfortable with the new accustom-ism, the magnitude of effort reduces (more the comfort, less the effort).

Realizations Of The Day

1) If you take care of your own self, in a way you are taking care of god.

2) Acceptance is the only way to endure all and any pain.

Wisdom Is All Around Us

'The Book I am Reading'

"In this way is justice done, because justice is a judgment that is both fair and forgiving. Justice is not done until everyone is satisfied, even those who offend us and must be punished by us. You can see, by what we have done with these two boys (actually they were fighting on religion in the slums of Bombay, those 'two boys'), that justice is not only the way we punish those who do wrong. It is also the way we try to save them."

These are one of among, a few words of wisdom from the book 'Shantaram', delivered by Quasim Ali, owner of one of many a slums in Bombay, with 25,000 different souls residing. This is just one, there are many more wisdom from many different people, shooting like a shooting star on a dark moonless night, in every chapter of the book I've read so far. Surprisingly none among wisdom deliverers, are respectable position holder in the society. Quasim Ali is a slumlord, few are drunkards, one is an illiterate guide, one is a mafia lord named Khaderbhai, a slut, junkies, Kalra (I don't know yet, what she does), and I guess many more will come.

Reading the book, I realized that everyone in this world has got some wisdom with them. But the nature of the societies, or so called respectable societies in India, is to discard all the wisdom, however precious they are, coming from non-precious people. The servant working in your household, he also have some wisdom with him, just try to explore with an open heart, and you'll find a few. Wisdom comes out of human experiences, and not through books or degrees. Kabeer, the greatest mystic and hell of a great poet, was illiterate, and was a weaver by profession. Wisdom can come from anywhere and everywhere, all we need is an open and a seekers heart.

My secret love "muzik"

makes me smile,in the silence
makes me cry wid the violens,
touches my heart with the guitars,
can't see him cuz he's so far,
takes away my pains and heels my sorrows
relaxes my senses and makes a better tomorrow,
turns me on wid his rythem and blues,
tries to reach my soul with the spiritual views,

makes me burn on the dance floor,
makes me loose wid the loud roar,
breaks my head and bang it hard,
when rock and roll and metal goes apart,
and the hip-hop forces to shake n spin around,
with drums beats driving wicked and surround,
takes my breath away with the old gold classics,
which makes the air go so romantic,
and the base goes running along,
across the southern rock with the country so longed.

and the jazz and raggae comes in action,
with the sweetness and suntan goes in attraction,

he's taught me so much about life
that i knw i can make myself no more strive,
i can feel him in my ears,
but he can't wid all those gears,
i can't see him newhere,
eventhough he catches me evrywhere.

he's immortal and neva bids gudbye,
but i sometyms have to fall apart n go so shy.

Longing for a Camera

When at home, in summer vacations, I had a 1.3 megapixel camera, and I was quite happy. That was my Grandfather's camera enabled mobile phone. Now when in hostel, I am again camera-less :( . I bet I'll buy a camera from my first salary. :) And again start blogging with pictures. Pictures adds an completely new touch to the blog posts. No one in this world have time to waste on unattractive stuffs. Pictures attract.