<?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-5143797499109688127</id><updated>2012-01-09T20:43:47.010-08:00</updated><category term='Corruption'/><category term='Mission Green Earth'/><category term='Duality'/><category term='Doubts'/><category term='me'/><category term='poem'/><category term='Guru g'/><category term='Sachin'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Sri Sri'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='yes plus'/><category term='moment'/><category term='navratri'/><category term='About the blog'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='Knowledge'/><category term='sprout'/><category term='Ashtavakra'/><category term='ashram'/><category term='QnA'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='devotion'/><category term='love'/><category term='India'/><category term='Grace'/><title type='text'>Celebrate Life...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bhanuja Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214074738887210893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SvcRqSOzxrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz1BNtnvztE/S220/30092007687.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143797499109688127.post-8124690445230138070</id><published>2011-08-18T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T06:51:45.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corruption'/><title type='text'>Togetherness</title><content type='html'>The tri-color happened to be seen longer waving around the city and across news channels,  more dignified than ever,  post this independence day.  Such positive vibration the current atmosphere has created in me that I had to out this post here. Thanks to the more observant mind post SK phenomenon that this time I was amused by the reasons to the grand successful revolution the country is seeing and the mind availed me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jr7Jdw6VHrY/Tk0Uq9Ir4SI/AAAAAAAABMA/UhGLzDNeqp8/s1600/imagesCACEQI2F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jr7Jdw6VHrY/Tk0Uq9Ir4SI/AAAAAAAABMA/UhGLzDNeqp8/s320/imagesCACEQI2F.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642188636363153698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As I was travelling home amidst the busy roads of Hyderabad, got to catch the mind which I could see had settled down, just by following closely the news on Anna &amp; anti-corruption law through the day. There I was left wondering with some questions and while I was answering them, mind interestingly lead me to figure out the spiritual connect of this movement with people. How recursive the mind is!! Or to say single, united &amp; connecting to the center all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are people catching up the wave of the cause?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I feel.  The vibes &amp; enthusiasm of people who ever felt “So Hum” have amazingly made others realize “So What” even before they know “So Hum”. This is not a celebration of a family, a festival, of India as a country, but of the people power. Everyone is realizing his own potential of making a difference and nobody would likely want to be left out as is being said, in the another freedom struggle. So, this cause is of a high magnitude and thus, making a high wave. Adding oil to the fire &amp; igniting so many minds is the inability of our politicians to have put up a good report card ever. With the kind of values a lower middle class or middle class man always had, he has increasingly been in a fix when leaving his morality to choose a better standard of living. This burden has been great on the minds of these people and others who hold the same thought. Corruption, poverty are the biggest itch in these hearts which have evolved over years. The villains being none else than the people in power. While the Indian youth has learned to live in this irrational, impartial atmosphere &amp; become increasingly patient, Sibal &amp; Tiwari showed there level of patience too. With someone like the image &amp; resolve of Anna standing up for the cause, people find great hope. Highly spirited &amp; highly spiritual is what I personally find his personality is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o7FXTFPy9FE/Tk0V6ymFzbI/AAAAAAAABMI/oD8h6hC5zuA/s1600/dec_03.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o7FXTFPy9FE/Tk0V6ymFzbI/AAAAAAAABMI/oD8h6hC5zuA/s320/dec_03.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642190007923232178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How come so large numbers turned up on streets? Everyone&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasions of being “together” have become quite scarce in the lifestyle today. And some rare occasions of togetherness are somewhat traditional, prescribed or forceful, turning it queasy for the large part of generation.  The festivals &amp; cricket matches seemingly so repetitive and expected, the scandals, calamities so often &amp; the television shows, celeb news already an overdose. Not so true may be, but the comparison of jest and fervor of these celebrations with the one this anti-corruption movement has created made it appear so to me. This “togetherness” is different to that compared with  when people unite in helplessness &amp; grief, or in celebration &amp; happiness. It is participative and making each of us believe we can do it.  So, I guess, its extending to even more people. Everyone wants to make that difference. This feeling of “togetherness” helped me understand better the reason why there was a larger impact of group sadhna &amp;  group meditation. Being “together” lifts one and everyone highly up, more so when the results are showing good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-riDSXuRLw8I/Tk0XPu9n1cI/AAAAAAAABMQ/qoFhLs9X4D4/s1600/tiharfastvenue_pkg1_271x181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-riDSXuRLw8I/Tk0XPu9n1cI/AAAAAAAABMQ/qoFhLs9X4D4/s320/tiharfastvenue_pkg1_271x181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642191467237070274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nerve of the cause remains one and only- “ Satyam, Param, Dhimahi “. Indeed a revolution it is. The spirits of people seem to have awakened. The much needed spiritual revolution? Is it? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143797499109688127-8124690445230138070?l=bhanujas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/feeds/8124690445230138070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2011/08/togetherness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/8124690445230138070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/8124690445230138070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2011/08/togetherness.html' title='Togetherness'/><author><name>Bhanuja Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214074738887210893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SvcRqSOzxrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz1BNtnvztE/S220/30092007687.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jr7Jdw6VHrY/Tk0Uq9Ir4SI/AAAAAAAABMA/UhGLzDNeqp8/s72-c/imagesCACEQI2F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143797499109688127.post-2735209208418410031</id><published>2011-02-14T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:08:32.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sachin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>To the love of my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the Valentine's day vibes in the air, expression came out of me in the form of these lines...Thought to scribble here. By the way, wishing all of you a wonderful Valentine's day....express and love more..God bless..JGD !!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;p id="internal-source-marker_0.5564942436758429" style="margin-left: 144pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Arial Black'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="internal-source-marker_0.5564942436758429" style="margin-left: 144pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Arial Black'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;The way you are, is my biggest gift,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;That you’re mine is the biggest drift…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; white-space: pre-wrap; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Today is the day I have heaps of thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Opening the galore of love, I have got…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; white-space: pre-wrap; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Those Endless talks and Sleepless nights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Shivering emotional fantasy-full flights…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; white-space: pre-wrap; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Taking every chance, not missing a look,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Feeling each beat, no plans to unhook…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; white-space: pre-wrap; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Only with time your magic unveiled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;I thought I knew, but you unrevealed…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;I cry, shout and be the kid that’s me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;You love, stay by and help me free…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; white-space: pre-wrap; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Your casual ways with lots underlying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;You’ve made your eyes see dreams which are mine…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; white-space: pre-wrap; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Doing all that what you never have done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Getting up early mornings or tying the apron...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; white-space: pre-wrap; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Say it or not, you’ve cared like none,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Your every possible limit is undone…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; white-space: pre-wrap; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;You lit the fire in the silent me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;To seek, dress and be all that I can be…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dc40UtSRbGE/TVlDV2a0_KI/AAAAAAAABEY/RYGqI3m33tc/s1600/2010-12-27%2B23.39.59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dc40UtSRbGE/TVlDV2a0_KI/AAAAAAAABEY/RYGqI3m33tc/s320/2010-12-27%2B23.39.59.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573560056512052386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; white-space: pre-wrap; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;I chose to fall in love with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;You made it a rise, which I could never view…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; white-space: pre-wrap; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Inch by inch those expressions of yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Made me yours and only yours…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; white-space: pre-wrap; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;With a sparkling tear and a curve rising,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;I could feel the magic of together-being…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: baseline; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; white-space: pre-wrap; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;The thought of you keeps me uplift,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;That life is with you, there’s no more a rift…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;The way you are, is my biggest gift, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;That you’re mine is the biggest drift…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: 'Arial Black'; color: rgb(254, 254, 253); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;The way you a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(254, 254, 253); font-family: 'Arial Black'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;ose Endless talks and Sleepless nights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;~Loads of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; Bhanuja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(254, 254, 253); white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Arial Black'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;nal fantasy-ful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143797499109688127-2735209208418410031?l=bhanujas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/feeds/2735209208418410031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-love-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/2735209208418410031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/2735209208418410031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-love-of-my-life.html' title='To the love of my life...'/><author><name>Bhanuja Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214074738887210893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SvcRqSOzxrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz1BNtnvztE/S220/30092007687.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dc40UtSRbGE/TVlDV2a0_KI/AAAAAAAABEY/RYGqI3m33tc/s72-c/2010-12-27%2B23.39.59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143797499109688127.post-122884076453934172</id><published>2010-12-15T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T08:21:43.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sprout'/><title type='text'>sprout..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sprout’s life till ever I wish&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the twinkle, the beauty, the hope all there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the soul seen through in all its bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;water, light and air to care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;time is what that one can’t hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dreams are many but can’t be sold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;its free, its must, its life to grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the earth is there for a lot more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with care I swelled to face the winds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;those nasty storms and scorching suns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the light that was a pretty sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;now turned out a flash too bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but always came a drop of rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the rainbow smiled to calm the brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;silence came, words all to drain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and a vision to be a sprout again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/TQjl-en2xII/AAAAAAAAA-M/ANx40HXXWeQ/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/TQjl-en2xII/AAAAAAAAA-M/ANx40HXXWeQ/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550939402269017218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;emotions minds everything I play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;experience is a story that all say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the flashes keep that boredom away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the storms for the challenge to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the twinkle, the beauty, the hope all came,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;what was a dream, is life again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143797499109688127-122884076453934172?l=bhanujas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/feeds/122884076453934172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2010/12/sprout.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/122884076453934172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/122884076453934172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2010/12/sprout.html' title='sprout..'/><author><name>Bhanuja Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214074738887210893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SvcRqSOzxrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz1BNtnvztE/S220/30092007687.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/TQjl-en2xII/AAAAAAAAA-M/ANx40HXXWeQ/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143797499109688127.post-3243516329937564291</id><published>2010-11-23T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T06:52:18.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sri Sri'/><title type='text'>My wedding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With a committment to share my life and care my beloved's, I have decided to step into a new phase of life. I will be getting married to Sachin on 27th Nov, 2010. I remember that once in Rishikesh, I asked this question to Swami Pragyapad g about how to be committed in life, and now its the time that I actually walk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542717963653078434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/TOuwnxG33aI/AAAAAAAAAyM/mFji0-m1a1A/s320/09042010137.jpg" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Me and Sachin :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Life is over interesting these days. As if a flood of emotions is crossing through the mind, as if the future is trapping my mind, while I am still firm to the ground, still quite managing the present ;) And he is so smart to pop in when the ground seems just about to shake. Yea, a few days back, when some negativity was overhwleming my mind, Sri Sri was in town ( yeah, just for me). I got a chance to have an eye contact with the magician and be a part of the unfathomable magic that was to come next. I have been in some other planet since then, as if something deep down this heart was tocuhed gently and held firmly. Btw, it was yet another drive of running after him, but this time he was in our zone ( of course just literally ). This time the running was only physical, the mind was one-focussed. I had a dream of inviting Guru g to my wedding ceremony, awwwww !!!! No words. That was just a perfect moment. I was just loooking upto him and he was nodding all the time. Even a brutttle memory of this kodak moment can cheer me up for a long long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyhow, for all my single friends, I would love to script four advantages of getting marraige. Just for you folks !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knowledge:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Surrender, Committment, Belongingness, Love, Devotion are no more just words, but a deeper experience. Marriage helps you to come out of self-centeredness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shopping:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You are allowed to purchase anything and everyday. You are allowed to be too busy in this. Don't worry about budget, coz your partner loves you and the out of budget things are on him/her ;)..I hope Sachin is not reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pampering:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You are the king/queen for people around you. The show stopper of the show. A feel to have for sure once a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feelings:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You are flying in love, in air. You will not have any free time, hence, no boredom. You don't have to take decisions alone, now you have with you someone whom you trust the most and can share everything. There is a warmth, contentment &amp;amp; depth in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542724573456781938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/TOu2ogi4UnI/AAAAAAAAAyU/5yZohYhb7Ag/s320/wedding%2Binviite.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...that is my self made wedding invite :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Loveee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jai Gurudev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bhanuja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143797499109688127-3243516329937564291?l=bhanujas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/feeds/3243516329937564291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-wedding.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/3243516329937564291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/3243516329937564291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-wedding.html' title='My wedding...'/><author><name>Bhanuja Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214074738887210893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SvcRqSOzxrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz1BNtnvztE/S220/30092007687.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/TOuwnxG33aI/AAAAAAAAAyM/mFji0-m1a1A/s72-c/09042010137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143797499109688127.post-3192571020766388523</id><published>2010-08-16T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T07:26:56.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ashram'/><title type='text'>Another Sojourn..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" link="blue" vlink="purple" lang="EN-US"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yet another time, and still quest for more. Had a thrilling 5 days at the Bangalore ashram this June. This time of the year all kinds of emotions, feelings, sensations belch out. And this time it was even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Approaching the Kanakpura road, the ashram, was as inciting as it was when I visited it the first time. It still seemed as if it was the way to heaven. Those smiling faces, those judgment free minds, those ready-to-comfort you eyes are a perfect way to welcome som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eone to a dreamland. So full of love is everything that one instantly becomes one of them. Coming back to your nature becomes easy. I don’t understand how my heart allows me to come back from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got my housing card made and quickened to the yagnshala for Gu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ru darshan. The voice so cloying and the vibes so strong, that I realized the discourse is going in Kannada only after a few minutes, and also that I was sitting just next to B&amp;amp;D. Immediately after the satsang I had a close darshan of Guru g just outside the satsang arena. My day was already more than made. Met the Chandigarh Yes plus gang sooner and was lucky enough to have a much needed long kriya break in the BadriVaishala, was good enough to connect me more to that beautiful present and make it look even more fulfilling. The gang grew bigger and interesting with new people catching up every here and there in the ashram- the vivacious Ankita (ankiteshwari), the cheerful Meenaaaksi, the ever elegant Vinayshree, the cutie Shreshta, the newly weds, Amitesh bhaiya and Tanu di were all around. Slept off with a contended breathe just to wake up eagerly to the early morning chants of Rudra Abhishek wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;h Gurudev.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Annapurna was a big dorm and I had an interesting neighborhood to my bed- a girl from Kolkota, working with Accenture in Bangalore who was flashing a broad smile throughout. She was my partner for the next day Saadhna in VM. A one and half hours long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Rudra pooja seemed to last for only 5 minutes- so powerfully it took us all present there into its magnanimity. Where the day starts like that, you have nothing more left to desire from the day that remains. But a lot more was awaiting. It was Vinay’s birthday, his devotion in its full capacity and he made us stand the entire noon in front of the Ganga Kutir path to wait for Guru g’s arrival. The devotion was so loud that it was impossible for Guru g to disappoint him. Soon Sri Sri followed and gifted him a red rose, the most befitting birthday gift he could have asked for. All those hungry souls were soon invited inside the VM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to attend another 1 hour journey with the almighty himself. A soothing 50 minute meditation bound us more to ourselves, making us more free birds, stretching the length of those smiles even more. Mehak joined me that evening in the ashram and in true sense was a soulful mate for the rest of the stay. We utilized our chance to be allowed to commu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nicate that evening with a long chat session, deserving enough pre-silence ;) So fulfilling and contended can exchange of words make you feel sometimes. It is interesting to see how you always want an assurance of certain things and that is what a true mate does- at the end, I believe, both of us could discriminate better and faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With 900 people meditating together, you feel altogether on a different planet indeed. The next four days were into the course, into that oneness, into that love. And as Gurudev said in one of the talks, being in love is not sufficient. You want to continue it forever, for lifetime, till your last breathe. That love with everything around is what is special and binds one, yet making you feel so free…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some things stay a little more and so will this sojourn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PS: Wrote this 2 months back. Just posted now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PPS: To Vinay, Lots more to come. Stay tuned :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;PPPS: Congrats to our lovely Amitesh bhaiya and Tanu di..I got hold of a beautiful pic of them..Have a look !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/TGlJaipC94I/AAAAAAAAArs/TzrAQ8nCdYs/s1600/ami_tanu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/TGlJaipC94I/AAAAAAAAArs/TzrAQ8nCdYs/s400/ami_tanu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506012739761534850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lot of love&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jai Gurudev !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bhanu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143797499109688127-3192571020766388523?l=bhanujas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/feeds/3192571020766388523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-sojourn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/3192571020766388523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/3192571020766388523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-sojourn.html' title='Another Sojourn..'/><author><name>Bhanuja Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214074738887210893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SvcRqSOzxrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz1BNtnvztE/S220/30092007687.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/TGlJaipC94I/AAAAAAAAArs/TzrAQ8nCdYs/s72-c/ami_tanu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143797499109688127.post-6197691862519601107</id><published>2010-05-05T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T11:03:14.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>this heart did not ever melt..</title><content type='html'>There was a corner never touched,&lt;br /&gt;this heart did not ever mellt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no clues, no blues,&lt;br /&gt;no more a haze,&lt;br /&gt;crazE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken leaves, lonely waters,&lt;br /&gt;nothing but a play,&lt;br /&gt;no dismay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time crawls, beat skips, nerves freeze,&lt;br /&gt;what it is,&lt;br /&gt;bliss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he came, he saw, he conquered,&lt;br /&gt;only him, only him,&lt;br /&gt;whim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a corner never touched,&lt;br /&gt;this heart did not ever melt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143797499109688127-6197691862519601107?l=bhanujas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/feeds/6197691862519601107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-heart-did-not-ever-melt.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/6197691862519601107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/6197691862519601107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-heart-did-not-ever-melt.html' title='this heart did not ever melt..'/><author><name>Bhanuja Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214074738887210893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SvcRqSOzxrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz1BNtnvztE/S220/30092007687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143797499109688127.post-2644857121960493351</id><published>2009-12-14T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:11:13.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment'/><title type='text'>Duality and the present moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. You are driving to office, thinking about how late you already are, how badly the boss will insult you at the right time, what if he gives you a bad grading just because of this, how wonderful the day could be if he is on leave or late just like you, how you are going to manage the time from the next morning so as not to be late in future..and hoping the next lights are not again red !! You are the next prospect Mullah Naseerudin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. You are overeating and simultaneously, thinking of stopping to eat as it may lead to overeating. You are sleeping at 7:00 am afer the clock alarmed you at 5:30 am and you thought, exactly at 5:32 am, that its a must to get-up for jog and no point wasting time sleeping excessively. You are speaking and speaking and speaking and simultaneously, yes, thinking of also listening a little. You are counselling a friend to ged rid of his laziness, be aware, telling him that when nothing works, silence does, telling him about the advantages of the seva, saadhna and satsang. And you act a copy of your friend, otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. You are aware of your possibilities at any point of time. And yet, there is more than you think is your 100 percent of that moment. There is some portions of you still divided, diverted. You come to an advanced course having sudden realizations of some of those moments. You can then see that otherwise unseen ting of ego, lethargy, craving, misery and what not even in those moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first point talks about the mind being in the past or future- forget about it uniting with your actions in the present moment. Duality? huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second point, thoughts and actions will unite, I believe, only and only with the regular practice of 3S's, keenly and playfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third point is a good symptom of you being on the path of being in the present moment. Continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there is another phenominon which happens. You are tired of eating. You are bored of watching. You are tired of speaking. You are tired of craving, yet you crave. You don't want any desires coming up, yet you are full of them. You are tired of this mind, yet it doesn't stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the maya of duality how do I pluck the cleaveless truth of unity :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't I be me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just and all? Only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Thanks to the wonderful Advanced course we had at Solan this Independance Day.&lt;br /&gt;PSA: Two words have been copy pasted as it is from "Rendezvous with Rashmin"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143797499109688127-2644857121960493351?l=bhanujas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/feeds/2644857121960493351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2009/12/duality-and-present-moment.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/2644857121960493351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/2644857121960493351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2009/12/duality-and-present-moment.html' title='Duality and the present moment'/><author><name>Bhanuja Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214074738887210893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SvcRqSOzxrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz1BNtnvztE/S220/30092007687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143797499109688127.post-114656181929368168</id><published>2009-11-01T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:52:27.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ashram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='navratri'/><title type='text'>Navratri 2009</title><content type='html'>I remember my sankalpa at last year Navratri festival in Ashram, which was to come back for next Navratri. I realized it happen only when I entered the Art of Living International Ashram for Navratri 2009 and was welcomed into the Ashram by Dinesh da himself. He said, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so you have come&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Take your accommodation and come back in the evening for Satsang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navratri was fresh and fulsome, making me boast of having experienced the larger than life stuff for the first time again. Guru g was so differently mesmerizing and yet with that resembling serenity and smile. It is the best time of the year when you get to spend so much time with him and listen to him through that silence. You understand why religion has its importance. You know that why your mom used to make your visit to the temple so compulsory. Performing rituals is perfect when done with devotion. It is a method to show devotion and also, to increase it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/Su2vLubO8WI/AAAAAAAAAGg/H8GGTaXITuw/s1600-h/sri_sri_ravishankar32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/Su2vLubO8WI/AAAAAAAAAGg/H8GGTaXITuw/s400/sri_sri_ravishankar32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399164144262771042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meenakshi made a perfect debut in my life. She is one of her type- my companion for Navratri Puja’s this year. She was not a VIP, but yes, self-designated (!) and I had the privilege to enjoy those benefits in her company. "The Secret" very rightly talks about the law of attraction- the kind of thoughts you entertain more, the similar starts happening to you. There was only one thing on her mind- to be as near to Guru g in person which included sitting in the front row and following his car closely. It really did not matter if we entered early or late inside the yagnashala. We were always in the front row. If early, we gave credit it to our commitment, skill and in case late, it was Guru grace and will. And when the later made a hustle bustle around, everyone was made to understand these reasons. As a result, we were partner in the “goal bliss, push rest” crime :D I am one kind of a person who would relish Guru g even from a distance. My mind didn't ever gave me a chance to think of these other possibilities. Thanks to Meenakshi, I got a direct experience. Being in the first row, watching the Puja's so closely was so ecstatic and made it a better happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, we got accommodation in Chattravas, 2-3 minutes to the Sumeru Mantap, and neighbouring to the Shakti Kutir. And unlike when in Khodays, we could now reach the Yagnshala well before time and leave as late as possible (listening to those late night Guru stories ). Not forgetting to mention the fun in Dormitory where all the 50 ladies added more to the fun and devotion. I must say, aunties are aunties. There is only one type and Ekta Kapoor rightly shows that :D We also tried hands at Dandiya, which is a very different and not so easy dance form. Also, we did some interesting Natya Yoga. It re-kindled the creativity within. I re-realized what I am missing in life. I wanted to be innocent immediately. I wanted to go back, learn classical music, guitar and also do a Sri Sri Yoga TTC. All this excitement and life in me was coz of the teacher, Ganga g's last day performance! Artists are so much more closer to life and living it so clearly with there hearts. Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/Su2orTNowtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sDeDTXUBFwQ/s1600-h/8422_1223942633007_1062221453_713440_7286291_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/Su2orTNowtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sDeDTXUBFwQ/s400/8422_1223942633007_1062221453_713440_7286291_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399156990132404946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you know, you come to know that "you do not know"&lt;br /&gt;The more you know that "you do not know", the more you come to know !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I was to club 3-4 posts to 1. But writing about Navratri brought my emotions out. So the rest in next posts. I will try to be emotional in them and make them big :D&lt;br /&gt;PS: To the fans of my blog :D,  sorry for delay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143797499109688127-114656181929368168?l=bhanujas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/feeds/114656181929368168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2009/11/navratri-2009.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/114656181929368168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/114656181929368168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2009/11/navratri-2009.html' title='Navratri 2009'/><author><name>Bhanuja Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214074738887210893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SvcRqSOzxrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz1BNtnvztE/S220/30092007687.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/Su2vLubO8WI/AAAAAAAAAGg/H8GGTaXITuw/s72-c/sri_sri_ravishankar32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143797499109688127.post-4149572574869009682</id><published>2009-07-30T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:09:13.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doubts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sri Sri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><title type='text'>Of doubts and grace..</title><content type='html'>Little does one know of the mind’s perplexity and its awful genius, when clubbed with that playfulness ! It is when you’ve just attended the blissful Navratri Puja’s with the maestro himself and followed it up with an advanced course in quick succession; when you look astounded at any worry, pain and suffering that exists; when u have established yourself deeply in the troth that life is love, life is joy, life is enthusiasm. It is when love keeps flowing in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just until your vision begins to get blurred; just until your mind plays its usual role; just until you begin to be caught in the trap. When Lobh, Moh, Maya and other villains, which had ceased to exist, appear out of nowhere. The mind acts as a magnet to them. They have again started alluring your mind. You becoming aware, put your efforts to love it, to accept it all as it is, managing to understand how opposite values can be complementary, not resisting that it may persist. You read knowledge and it is just a read. Such is the dauntless mind that it so effortlessly makes you land in doubt. It retaliates like anything when you want to rest it down. It wants to prove its being. ‘Letting go’ is not a statement it understands in one go. It needs an egoistic satiation of being the giver of all pleasures, of being the penultimate. It boosts you to be a football of all those rogued opinions. The bunch of calmness that you were surrounded with suddenly seems to be getting lost. Life behaves a parable and you are not ready to move an inch until you solve it. The vicious circle of the mind just awaits to catch you in its ambush. Conclusions don’t come to you easy. You are confused about your aberrant ways. You do what you term as wrong; you speak what you term as ill; you lay back when it’s the time to act. What’s happening?&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, what counts is not just what ‘you’ made when the sun shined, but how long can ‘you’ not let this sun set. You? Nyways, not. It’s about moving from ‘abhaav’ and ‘prabhaav’ to your ‘swabhaav’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was changing, the non-changing me could suddenly start noticing. And this too was supposed to change. ‘Impermanence was the only permanent’ was now an experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;‘Grace’ is the apt word that fits. Explanations to it will definitely curtail how it comes to you and then how it works. It is an experience. Stories, words may give you a reference, but then I’m not sure will they be giving you to the correct feel of it. Some say it’s luck, some boast it as their own will power and yet there are others who wonder: What’s happening? Yes, you wonder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you take a glance back, you realize you have grown up! The Guru had arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364295698391003074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 279px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SnHOhDTAb8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GsFYOguNgms/s400/sri_sri_ravishankar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jee apna bhola bhala hai…Ye ishq bada matwala hai…&lt;br /&gt;Kya kahein ab aur aagey...Ab kaun samajhane waala hai !&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loads of Love&lt;br /&gt;Jai Gurudev&lt;br /&gt;Bhanu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143797499109688127-4149572574869009682?l=bhanujas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/feeds/4149572574869009682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-doubts-and-grace.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/4149572574869009682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/4149572574869009682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-doubts-and-grace.html' title='Of doubts and grace..'/><author><name>Bhanuja Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214074738887210893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SvcRqSOzxrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz1BNtnvztE/S220/30092007687.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SnHOhDTAb8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GsFYOguNgms/s72-c/sri_sri_ravishankar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143797499109688127.post-5861863307590304022</id><published>2009-03-19T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:31:49.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guru g'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashtavakra'/><title type='text'>Aho Niranjan !!</title><content type='html'>The Ashtavakra Gita is a great Indian Scripture and referred to as the highest knowledge by Guru g. Fortunate enough my journey has been in the Art of Living that in less than a year of my joining the family, I have been graced with the supreme knowledge. How my life was almost a year back would be a different story altogether. But how a part of this year- the last few days, when I got a chance to hear Ashtavakra, brought a transformation in me, is what I will put in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole process of listening to the CDs, spread over some 25 days, was magnanimous..or to better put it..so enlightening. As I heard to each verse, something was dropping in me simultaneously, something whose even existence I had never felt off, which was..I don’t know where in me.. But then, I was getting rid of it. And there was a huge sigh of relief every moment I realized it. There was this memory of the past stupid notions about things and then immediately dropping them, as Guru g’s words were touching me. When there was a desire to be an actor of Guru g’s words, the realization of already being one suddenly boomed up. Further, as the days passed, I still remember, when I wished to hold those moments of knowledge forever, how delicately Guru g would talk about being in the present moment. His words had an instant effect that time. There was no dearth of grace, there never is, and now I could realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314936107305318754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/ScJyOtfUuWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uuM5nx9z_kg/s400/7982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time, the “&lt;strong&gt;Aho Niranjan&lt;/strong&gt;” he spoke, would create a vibration in my heart. I was in love. And what a love! Moreover, what a scope of this love! Yea, it was the dawn of better days. Everything did appeared beautiful, so different since then. Every moment was bright, no mood swings- only one mood! But even special was that I could clearly, more closely relate to Guru g. There was a smaller distance now visible to me between me and the people around me. I was behaving like being a part of people around me those days. I could clearly see, the more I can expand into this love, the more I can merge into everything. So deeply was this love imbibed into the moments of my life that neither the question of the purpose of creation nor the storm of emotions could shake my this state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such strongly has the content been expressed and versed by Guru g, I really cannot put the feeling into words, of “how it feels after having this divine bath” ! Not really a good idea to write a post and then put it onto your blog. I mean, yea, I did not do a justice, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My suggestion - a must see for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Gurudeva,&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;br /&gt;Bhanu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143797499109688127-5861863307590304022?l=bhanujas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/feeds/5861863307590304022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2009/03/aho-niranjan.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/5861863307590304022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/5861863307590304022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2009/03/aho-niranjan.html' title='Aho Niranjan !!'/><author><name>Bhanuja Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214074738887210893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SvcRqSOzxrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz1BNtnvztE/S220/30092007687.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/ScJyOtfUuWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uuM5nx9z_kg/s72-c/7982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143797499109688127.post-4688380519963735147</id><published>2009-01-18T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:42:18.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Let me..</title><content type='html'>When people are short of words, they become poets... that is just how I think, no need to be serious. But I am, and here are few lines I penned down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;For a day let me be a child&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;that I can live in the present always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;For a day let me be the tranquil breeze&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;that I can gift a gentle smile  my own way..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;For a day let me be the sky so vast&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;that I can fulfill what all you pray..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;For a day let me be the sea shore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;that I be the witness to creation's best each day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;For a day let me be the God's wish&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;that I be one with whatever you say..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;For a day let me be the gleaming moonlight &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;that my radiance can flourish away..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;For a day let me be the ocean wave&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;that I don't resist to find my own way..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;For a day let me celebrate life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;that I become one with my SELF..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already had its review done from Ashu - The Cruel Critic! So now, only praises are welcomed and be4 doing so, please remember...its my FIRST poem ever. OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of love,&lt;br /&gt;Bhanu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143797499109688127-4688380519963735147?l=bhanujas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/feeds/4688380519963735147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-me.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/4688380519963735147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/4688380519963735147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-me.html' title='Let me..'/><author><name>Bhanuja Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214074738887210893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SvcRqSOzxrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz1BNtnvztE/S220/30092007687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143797499109688127.post-7648269256207987593</id><published>2008-09-16T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T02:18:50.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QnA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knowledge'/><title type='text'>Right Wrong, Good Bad, Positive Negative....</title><content type='html'>The topic of this post is the crux of what led to a half-left discussion with my friends. I was having lunch with them when a sudden intellectualization of their thoughts began to come out in words. Just putting forward this parable as QnA, thereby, completing that discussion ;) and that would be one of the reasons how my love for this blog nurtured surreptitiously :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: There are two answers to each ques. The first one was my instant reaction in words and the second one, perhaps was going at the back of my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can you justify every teaching of your Guru?&lt;br /&gt;A1: I dont judge it as right or wrong! Right or wrong is nothing but an allegory of the mind and may vary from person to person.&lt;br /&gt;A2: To whom to justify, to me or to you? If its to me, it becomes easy coz my mind never asks for one. It is one level, up or below, whatever you take it as! It digests all, what is positive of discrimination. If its to you, it becomes easier even. There are two ways. Either accept me as I am, but that would be hard for you bcoz you need to judge and intellectualize that. So the only left option is repeat the YES!+ to intertwine your innocence and this time do some more warms ups so that you shall be able to take it complete and not leave it in between !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You are being a diplomat ! Don't you need to judge what is good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;A1: How does rigidity of thoughts help? Hard bounding everything is nothing but a sign of limited conciousness of your years on earth.&lt;br /&gt;A2: Being a diplomat is gud, no? (dictionary meaning: a person who is tactful and skillful in managing delicate situations..lol). Perfect judgement, either u accept it or not, will corroborate only in case you are God. When there is doubt, only then the stage of judgement comes and then the categorization to good or bad. And when you know, u do !!  You can always put it safely as 'good for you' or 'bad for you' coz that is when you are limited to your definitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: We always put things as good or bad and then accept. We dont even listen to our parents in one go. You cant keep accepting blindly whatever he says ?(oh, i dint even reached the level of sanity of this one)&lt;br /&gt;A1: I do listen and consider my parents words in one go. No more negativity please ( I m on diet. No heavy things@lunch) ! Lets go.&lt;br /&gt;A2: Isn't love blind? It is. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can you classify positivity and negativity? You said there is no good or bad. &lt;br /&gt;A1: There is a difference between positive-negative and good-bad. &lt;br /&gt;A2: Did your ever hear your medical reports saying you are good or bad, its always positive or negative! Sounds weird logic? Best remedy is dont go by logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the difference between good-bad and positive-negative?&lt;br /&gt;A1: Good Bad relates to when you are rigid in categorizing them according to your optimum level of intellect. While, Positive Negative is not at the level of judgement, but at the level of energy, vibes, intuition.&lt;br /&gt;A2: Good question finally. Postive and negative are more born out of emotions and emotion is Energy-in-Motion. It is a way of expressing oneself in life. It is the quality of how one relates to life. It should more be understood as a description of the main action. Judging and putting it either as "good" or "bad" isn't very helpful. Doubt is what opposes confidence. Once you eliminate the negative, you will see that the positive has already happened and that is how you tackle your emotions !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Not forgetting to mention, I love them both though ! (This clarification go's only for people exceptionally bad at discerning things )&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Do comment, it encourages me to write more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;br /&gt;Bhanuja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143797499109688127-7648269256207987593?l=bhanujas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/feeds/7648269256207987593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2008/09/right-wrong-good-bad-positive-negative.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/7648269256207987593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/7648269256207987593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2008/09/right-wrong-good-bad-positive-negative.html' title='Right Wrong, Good Bad, Positive Negative....'/><author><name>Bhanuja Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214074738887210893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SvcRqSOzxrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz1BNtnvztE/S220/30092007687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143797499109688127.post-8892141455247351730</id><published>2008-08-29T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:50:02.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sri Sri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission Green Earth'/><title type='text'>Plant a tree..</title><content type='html'>The world war III, if so, would be after water. That water would ever be sold, was out of question a decade ago. You could quench your thirst with much ease in those earlier days.  Its no far that the earth would be in such dearth of water that there will be survival of only the fittest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to take responsibility asap. I always had a notion that how would my planting one tree make a different to the earth's resources. Until I did my first DSN course, hardly did I ever realize how supportive people are when once you are in hegemony of doing something good. I still remember the fruit wala in Kishangarh taking ownership of the sapling we planted near his rehdi. He said," I will take care of this." We planted almost 200 trees as a part of our seva project in DSN and would again be gathering on 31st to own some more saplings and get attached to their lives till they grow independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still 'dialectically' what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;If not Earth, where?&lt;br /&gt;If not Now, when?&lt;br /&gt;If not You,  who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think global, Act Green :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SLf1SslGllI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hEPkUWTU7Sk/s1600-h/EnvironmentalDay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SLf1SslGllI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hEPkUWTU7Sk/s320/EnvironmentalDay.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239926393022092882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guru g always makes it easy :) By Mission Green Earth, what a beautiful platform he has provided to serve our motherland! Mission Green Earth is a global programme to fight global warming with a target of 10 crore tree plantation. This is a part of UN sponsored Millenium Developement Goals Programme and in now called mission green earth standup take action 08 program. To get more details about this programme, visit http://www.standuptakeactionaolun.com/take-action.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact your nearest Art of Living volunteer in case u r geared up for some plantation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Bhanu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143797499109688127-8892141455247351730?l=bhanujas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/feeds/8892141455247351730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2008/08/plant-tree.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/8892141455247351730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/8892141455247351730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2008/08/plant-tree.html' title='Plant a tree..'/><author><name>Bhanuja Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214074738887210893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SvcRqSOzxrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz1BNtnvztE/S220/30092007687.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SLf1SslGllI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hEPkUWTU7Sk/s72-c/EnvironmentalDay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143797499109688127.post-1734687162497921082</id><published>2008-08-27T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:55:14.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knowledge'/><title type='text'>The Emotional Garbage</title><content type='html'>How to deal with our emotions? Big problem! Although we have grown older - beyond the ‘teenage’, we more often fail to grow beyond ‘teenage’ mentally. You know, our body grows in a particular sequence. In the first seven years, the physical body grows but the intellect does not grow; then up to fourteen years, the intellect grows. The period from 14 to 21 years is for emotional maturity. So the general belief is that you become physically mature, then intellectually mature and finally, you become emotionally mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, many do not grow to that maturity at all. Lack of emotional maturity is always worrying about your emotions - feeling as though you are a victim of your own emotions: “Oh! I feel like this! I feel like that! What to do?” What will you do? Who cares about your feelings? Why do you worry so much about your feelings? Your feelings keep changing. Sometimes you feel bad; but the bad feeling doesn’t stay with you forever. It changes and you start feeling good once again; but even that ‘good’ feeling does not stay forever. Nobody can feel bad or good ALL the time; the good and bad feelings come like waves. You can’t stop a wave that has already arisen; nor can you make a wave rise just like that. Just as waves come and go, clouds come and go, so also emotions come and go. Waves of different emotion come. And they disappear. But we make it such a big issue: “Oh, I feel good! Oh, I feel bad! I feel this way, I feel that way, nobody cares for me…” - all these complaints keep bombarding our minds. This emotional garbage is so useless; and it is also a sign of emotional immaturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Gurudeva :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143797499109688127-1734687162497921082?l=bhanujas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/feeds/1734687162497921082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2008/08/emotional-garbage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/1734687162497921082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/1734687162497921082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2008/08/emotional-garbage.html' title='The Emotional Garbage'/><author><name>Bhanuja Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214074738887210893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SvcRqSOzxrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz1BNtnvztE/S220/30092007687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143797499109688127.post-2145046911353532606</id><published>2008-08-13T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T03:32:12.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yes plus'/><title type='text'>Chak de fatte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yes!! That was how the youth of 6th Aug bat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ch of Yes P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;lus was! Kudos to their effortless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;happiness and undeterred childishness :) The fluctuations of hallelujah and silence in the hall kept phenominally ecs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;tatic and austere ambience throughout the course. The hall was blooming with the charming eyes of blithful spirits. It was all together a different level of energy, with Ramneek bhaiya in the full flow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SLfNpxSMxzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/iESO5t3nsAI/s1600-h/DSC_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SLfNpxSMxzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/iESO5t3nsAI/s320/DSC_0259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239882808956864306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The last day of the course, and people did not want to leave the hall. I can remember people sharing their experiences with bubbling joy. "I was i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;n a marriage and I danced like I have never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; danced before. My friend asked me 'kehdi peeti aa'?", remarked a boy and vowed not to consume alcohal the rest of his life. Another pretty doll was all excited when she told that she can be with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; this knowledge for all the rest of her life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;eople also shared how they feel like a miracle has happened when they have shed their negativities in the meagre span of 7 days of their life! I still visualize the glitter of those innocent eyes when they shared their belongingness to each other in the last moments of the course!! It is really amazing to experience heaven on earth when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; you such a play of love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SLfOF0WRuuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SgJccaxiETg/s1600-h/12082008736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SLfOF0WRuuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SgJccaxiETg/s320/12082008736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239883290815609570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The infy junta at the course was elated, much as others, to have learnt the "Art of Living" ! I saw Sarv smiling with full enthu which had never happened before. The feeling of togetherness was so visible in them. Vikas seemed to have touched a high of his life :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;) In Vaibhav I could see a sense of satiation. Neema was already dancing in joy! Laveen got her fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rm back, and big way this time :) We missed Sabharwal though ;) Saurabh was all the time sighing to have a camera click with bhaiya, and finally I got him the success &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with my Nokia N 73. Here are the cheerful infy smi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;les for you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SLfOhhnKAYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/up-3Qtd-nAQ/s1600-h/12082008738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SLfOhhnKAYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/up-3Qtd-nAQ/s320/12082008738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239883766822470018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was already 10:30 when we were dancing outside in rain with Ramneek Bhaiya. Munish showered the litters again for the last time before bhaiya left for university. We dropped Vibhore and Rohit to the hostel and set out to find a food venture in Chandigarh at 11:30 in the night. To our perfect delight, we were to taste those yummy paranthas that the food ventures of the entire city were closed and we landed up at ISBT, Sector-17. Saurabh brought a great sense of relief to the hungry souls by enlightening us about the fame these paranthas had in taste. Earlier in the day, me and Saurabh were both missing to have catched up with Rohit. But ah! We got a pleasant surprise when we me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t Rohit at the bus stand. We all had our tummy-full dinner and Gaurav's tummy satiated with 3 paranthas! Making it clear before hand though, it was no induction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SLfOz76uGTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ub5C4pylT4s/s1600-h/12082008759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SLfOz76uGTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ub5C4pylT4s/s320/12082008759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239884083121494322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All in all an eventful day ! Also, an amazing completion of two years of Yes Plus in Chandigarh :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143797499109688127-2145046911353532606?l=bhanujas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/feeds/2145046911353532606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2008/08/chak-de-fatte.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/2145046911353532606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/2145046911353532606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2008/08/chak-de-fatte.html' title='Chak de fatte...'/><author><name>Bhanuja Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214074738887210893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SvcRqSOzxrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz1BNtnvztE/S220/30092007687.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SLfNpxSMxzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/iESO5t3nsAI/s72-c/DSC_0259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143797499109688127.post-6712347418091848611</id><published>2008-08-05T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:27:27.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yes plus'/><title type='text'>Energy on heights !</title><content type='html'>The only good is knowledge and the only evil is ignorance :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!+ Chandigarh begins today with Ramneek Bhaiya. Some more lucky Chandigarh youth is ready to drench in knowledge. The energy wrapped days are back again!! The masti, khapp, raulla is back with a bang to enhance the inner silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended my first Youth Empowerment and Skills workshop 2 months back, thx to Amitesh bhaiya and Tanu di. It changed my outlook to life and turned me inwards. I could better handle my emotions and stabilize my mind. I came close to myself. I could observe things more keenly and with clarity. The discrimination became easy and the goal became clear :) I arose more confident and came out of the course bubbling with joy. The traits of childishness are back. No longer do I need to say....If I were a child !...haha..Its back in me, I can feel the energy, joy, expression, committment, free-ness and natural-ness of a child ;)  I can now relate better to my brother, parents, friends ,colleagues. Love was already in the air but I grabbed it just after the course. So, I am in love with almost everyone and everything on this earth. Made some great friends during the course: Paras g, who is a wonderful person and an Art of living teacher too!...and Saurabh and Gaurav are the gems I discovered during the course. These two guys are also from infy and before I met them at the course I had no idea that they belonged to the same department in my office :p Will let you know some interesting Saurabh Gaurav stories later. Another beautiful gal I met was Radhika, who can cook the most delicious meethe chawal I ever had! Then there was the ever cute Hrishi with great photogenic capabilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world seems a One World family :):)..Vasudeva Katumbhakam !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and do the next YES!+ now! :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Jai Gurudeva,&lt;br /&gt;Bhanuja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143797499109688127-6712347418091848611?l=bhanujas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/feeds/6712347418091848611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2008/08/energy-on-heights.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/6712347418091848611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/6712347418091848611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2008/08/energy-on-heights.html' title='Energy on heights !'/><author><name>Bhanuja Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214074738887210893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SvcRqSOzxrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz1BNtnvztE/S220/30092007687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143797499109688127.post-4858252827310203179</id><published>2008-08-03T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T02:45:16.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sri Sri'/><title type='text'>The best lines I ever read...</title><content type='html'>Wana be happy right now? Wana end all your worries? Wana start your journey to success? Wana make your life a celebration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read this, I come out as a winner..Would love you to go through these. Its by our dearest divine Guru,  Sri Sri  and here they go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About me.... LoVe Is My VeRy ExIsTeNcE......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; am freedom...come AnD be a part of it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Celebrate when I am alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Celebrate when I am in crowd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Celebrate the silence and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Celebrate the noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Celebrate life and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Celebrate death.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A PROMISE BY HIM....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I had to promise you something, what would it be ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't promise that you'd always be comfortable……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because comfort brings boredom &amp;amp; discomfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't promise that all your desires will be fulfilled…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because desires whether fulfilled or unfulfilled bring frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't promise that there will always be good times…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because it is the tough times that make us appreciate joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't promise that you will be rich or famous or powerful…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because they can all be a pathway to misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't promise that we will always be together…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because it is separation that makes togetherness so wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet, if you are willing to walk with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you are willing to value love over everything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise that this will be the richest &amp;amp; most fulfilling life possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise your life will be an eternal celebration,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise I will cherish you more than a king cherishes his crown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I shall love you more than a mother loves her newborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you are willing to walk into my arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you are willing to live in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You will find the one you have waited for, forever…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You will meet yourself in my arms….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sri Sri Ravi Shankar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Gurudeva,&lt;br /&gt;Bhanuja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143797499109688127-4858252827310203179?l=bhanujas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/feeds/4858252827310203179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-lines-i-ever-read.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/4858252827310203179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/4858252827310203179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-lines-i-ever-read.html' title='The best lines I ever read...'/><author><name>Bhanuja Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214074738887210893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SvcRqSOzxrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz1BNtnvztE/S220/30092007687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143797499109688127.post-2251177143266273868</id><published>2008-08-03T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T02:37:10.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About the blog'/><title type='text'>Why blogging?</title><content type='html'>"Why so Serious?" ..this blog aims to spread love, laughter and happiness. It would contain everything which interests you and me.   Its about mine and your world. And, also about how we make a better world! Its the turn to pen down everything exciting, lively, adventurous and worth catching as a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the celebration begins..Lets  celebrate for what we are, where we are or how we are !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reaching out here :) Keep posting to be in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;br /&gt;Bhanuja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143797499109688127-2251177143266273868?l=bhanujas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/feeds/2251177143266273868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-blogging.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/2251177143266273868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143797499109688127/posts/default/2251177143266273868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhanujas.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-blogging.html' title='Why blogging?'/><author><name>Bhanuja Sharma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214074738887210893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQd6lKVqQMY/SvcRqSOzxrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tz1BNtnvztE/S220/30092007687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
