tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253616582012-02-14T18:09:09.365+13:00AllahdeenIn the autumn of my life, I discovered in me an invincible summer. - CamusAllahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.comBlogger6841100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-43923244263796109932012-02-14T18:09:00.001+13:002012-02-14T18:09:09.379+13:00365-31 Full fuller fullest Full fuller fullest Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-31948749765693553782012-02-14T00:12:00.005+13:002012-02-14T00:12:45.289+13:00365-30 Wabi-sabi leaf Wabi-sabi leaf Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-52060982792062850612012-02-14T00:11:00.002+13:002012-02-14T00:11:27.848+13:00365-29 Sunkissed CBD Sunkissed CBD Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-42362854336021610582012-02-12T23:30:00.000+13:002012-02-12T23:32:14.362+13:00Random ramblings 2 Today is 12.2.12. Nothing special, just a nice arrangement of digits.  It was 11 days ago that I had announced that I would write a little something about how things are going in my life and all I could come up was 11 days of silence. Yes, I know I shouldn’t say things that I cannot bring to practice but it wasn’t for want of trying. The blank page would look back at me and  talking about myAllahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-50032446006529730412012-02-12T12:05:00.001+13:002012-02-12T23:30:36.668+13:00What is your life about? What is your life about, anyway? Nothing but a struggle to be someone. Nothing but a running from your own silence. ~ Rumi Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-46688535476214160202012-02-11T18:24:00.000+13:002012-02-11T18:24:00.785+13:00365-28 Happy Saturday Happy Saturday Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-59550213821006629082012-02-10T22:56:00.001+13:002012-02-10T22:56:17.217+13:00God wants you to know ..that the greatest enemy of individual freedom is the individual himself. Saul Alinsky said that, and he was right. In almost every case, nothing is stopping you, nothing is holding you back but your own thoughts about yourself and about "how life is."  Your personal freedom to experience yourself and life as you wish is Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-25616660317460166732012-02-10T18:17:00.001+13:002012-02-10T18:17:08.221+13:00365-27 Daisy in green Daisy in green Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-45869715389447108642012-02-10T00:29:00.003+13:002012-02-10T00:29:46.789+13:00365-26 Rose rimmed Rose rimmed Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-2132697644823361442012-02-08T23:41:00.000+13:002012-02-08T23:41:01.839+13:0065-25 Enchanted Garden Enchanted gardenAllahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-87675867974719836102012-02-07T21:59:00.001+13:002012-02-07T21:59:14.319+13:00365-24 My first bee shot My first bee shot :)Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-29611026716689436092012-02-06T23:41:00.001+13:002012-02-06T23:41:59.535+13:00365-23 Waitangi Day Waitangi Day Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-8124519891849684392012-02-06T00:35:00.001+13:002012-02-06T00:35:06.280+13:00365-22 Decked up Decked up Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-69353355012665276652012-02-04T19:09:00.001+13:002012-02-04T19:09:29.119+13:00Why it is wise to worship a woman A post I found fascinating ... Why it is wise to worship a womanAllahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-30334698653513086932012-02-04T18:55:00.001+13:002012-02-04T18:55:39.411+13:00Why to believe in others In this rare clip from 1972, legendary psychiatrist and Holocaust-survivor Viktor Frankl delivers a powerful message about the human search for meaning — and the most important gift we can give others. Why to believe in others Awesome.Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-41468154962690400472012-02-04T17:34:00.002+13:002012-02-04T17:34:49.568+13:00Attitude that matters Exact Narration by an auto-rickshaw passenger, Suvendu Roy of Titan Industries, who shares his inspirational encounter with a rickshaw driver in Mumbai: One Sunday, my wife, kid, and I had to travel to Andheri from Bandra. When I waved at a passing auto rickshaw, little did I expect that this ride would be any different... I looked in front and there was a small TV. The driver had put on Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-13755687243885037882012-02-04T16:48:00.005+13:002012-02-04T16:48:57.880+13:00365-21 Neighbours Neighbours Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-13462465716475139992012-02-03T23:56:00.001+13:002012-02-03T23:56:18.241+13:00365-20 Scraper caper Scraper caper Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-41300227089196026132012-02-03T23:11:00.000+13:002012-02-03T23:12:11.556+13:00Dads This post was so touching it moved me to tears ... Dads Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-13508471506126990562012-02-02T13:51:00.005+13:002012-02-03T15:27:13.444+13:00365-19 Stuff of life Stuff of life Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-73137153344089366682012-02-02T12:45:00.001+13:002012-02-02T12:45:41.752+13:00Cycles, Seasons, Rhythms, Life Just read this beautiful blog post by someone I'm following and realised how it is so true for me as well. And I just had to share ... :) Cycles, Seasons, Rhythms, LifeAllahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-81041622956455108252012-02-01T23:51:00.000+13:002012-02-02T00:04:56.207+13:00Random ramblings Today is 1.2.12 or as the Americans would have it, it’s 2.1.12. Nothing spectacular, just a clever arrangement of digits :) Last night I was going through a few blogs and was amazed to read the kind of stuff people put out there, personal stories, even intimate ones, trivial events, kid trouble, car trouble, work trouble, spouse trouble ... they let it all hang out. For an intensely privateAllahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-81768162535689142142012-02-01T22:34:00.000+13:002012-02-01T22:34:17.791+13:00Love art Art begs you to notice it. Why? Because art is God's way of saying hello. So pay attention to poetry. Pay attention to music. Pay attention to paintings and sculptures and Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-29018727100908602082012-02-01T15:38:00.001+13:002012-02-01T16:02:27.876+13:00F.U.C.G. (Warning : Please read further only if you have a sense of humour and a high tolerance to irreverence. :P) In the long distant past (possibly when the Ages were Dark and dismal to boot) in the empire where the sun allegedly never set (but has, luckily for its colonies, since set) it is rumoured that a consent had to be procured from the monarch in order to pursue the activity of making babies.Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-11063740415057057412012-02-01T12:33:00.000+13:002012-02-01T12:33:10.650+13:00365-18 Teabag tapestry Teabag tapestry Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-9994428644741452442012-01-31T16:50:00.004+13:002012-01-31T16:50:50.372+13:00365-17 Black and White Black and white Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-52762231808494442172012-01-31T16:49:00.001+13:002012-01-31T16:49:09.309+13:00365-16 Bareheart Bareheart Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-78540297755250275312012-01-30T22:51:00.001+13:002012-01-30T22:54:33.563+13:00Break free It's like you're a fabulously complicated jigsaw puzzle piece, with stunning colors, wildly serrated edges, oceans of emotion, mountains of possibilities, worlds of talent, and complex energies, but for as long as you see yourself as just human, you'll never quite know where you fit in. You're just another part of me, and knowing this, all else starts to make sense. ~ The Universe by Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-23213546449402536722012-01-29T20:01:00.001+13:002012-01-29T20:01:30.151+13:00365-15 Sound and light Sound and light Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-44505198629743422242012-01-29T00:11:00.000+13:002012-01-29T00:11:59.338+13:00365-14 Smile for the camera Smile for the camera Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-67614756859252963182012-01-28T01:01:00.002+13:002012-01-28T01:01:54.151+13:00365-13 Be Warned Be WarnedAllahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-43771028163334481912012-01-26T16:57:00.001+13:002012-01-26T16:57:28.033+13:00365-12 Pebbled Pebbled Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-15280395911648580062012-01-26T16:46:00.003+13:002012-01-26T16:50:35.140+13:00Relationships I’ve been pondering over a talk by Sadguru in which he says that we depend too much on relationships to make us happy. After thinking about it for some days, I think I’ve got to the wisdom of that. Best to be independent of all outside attachments. Love is so subtle, it can be expressed in spirit, from soul to soul, why seek physical connection? It’s the mind that seeks entanglement of Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-56708112958347198142012-01-26T00:26:00.000+13:002012-01-26T00:26:10.279+13:00365-11 Bell Bell Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-7263742562303074572012-01-24T18:01:00.001+13:002012-01-24T18:02:38.593+13:00365-10 Catch the trade winds Catch the trade winds Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-56050738182083092392012-01-23T23:37:00.001+13:002012-01-23T23:37:13.227+13:00365-9 Happy Dragon Year Happy Dragon Year Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-55942236027937691692012-01-23T16:48:00.001+13:002012-01-23T16:48:35.992+13:00Freedom Unbound “From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines.” ― Walt Whitman Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-16715570712104621052012-01-22T15:38:00.001+13:002012-01-22T15:41:06.573+13:00365-8 Beauty on beauty Beauty on Beauty Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-3369861907055280422012-01-21T22:12:00.001+13:002012-01-21T22:12:24.979+13:00365-7 Discarded Discarded Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-4414621180929422092012-01-21T18:48:00.000+13:002012-01-21T18:48:06.905+13:00The Wandering Soul This is the last song John Denver wrote before his untimely death. Though he did sing it at one event, he never had the chance to record The Wandering Soul. "The Wandering Soul" by John Denver "In this magic hour of softening light The moments in between the day and the night The instant when all shadows disappear The distance in between the love and the fear There's a longing deep within theAllahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-20287740741434329812012-01-21T00:11:00.000+13:002012-01-21T13:44:37.890+13:00In remembrance Today, quite unexpectedly, I met you around a sudden bed in my mind. Your laughing Buddha face - crinkled, kindness shining out of twinkly eyes. You must forgive me the hot tearing of eyes, the sharp, jagged desire, for a glimpse, a smile, a warm, glowing conversation around a meal. And memories flooding, tumbling, unstoppable, that blindsided me and pinned me down with hidden Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-47458647965461987152012-01-20T23:54:00.000+13:002012-01-20T23:55:16.150+13:00365-6 Cock-a-doodle-bell Cock-a-doodle-bell Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-48291820511139196112012-01-19T16:23:00.000+13:002012-01-19T16:23:27.597+13:00Memorable scene Brilliant acting!!! Makes me cry everytime ... the words so true ... Robin Williams in Good Will Hunting Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-15993607983830404292012-01-19T14:28:00.001+13:002012-01-19T14:31:34.888+13:00365-5 Old treasures Old treasures Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-87150927595806947872012-01-18T23:18:00.001+13:002012-01-18T23:46:10.643+13:00Amazing talent Of Sukesh Kuttan, the autistic singer. Performance 1 Performance 2 Performance 3 Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-87810176729820233462012-01-18T22:06:00.000+13:002012-01-18T22:06:00.203+13:00365-4 Hanging out solo Hanging out soloAllahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-30348705214067260212012-01-18T00:08:00.000+13:002012-01-18T00:10:30.624+13:00Simply, too good Hilarious and so true ... :DAllahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-25911283363394330192012-01-17T23:03:00.002+13:002012-01-17T23:04:29.950+13:00Awesome A video that touches you to the core and makes you believe in miracles ... Watch Carly's journey here God bless Carly and her family.Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-16344472885685245182012-01-17T15:08:00.004+13:002012-01-17T15:12:01.021+13:00365-3 Alter-ego Alter-ego Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-56972236763203240482012-01-16T16:09:00.001+13:002012-01-16T16:09:30.000+13:00365-2 Split in two My today's entry Split in twoAllahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-62340549400930277342012-01-15T13:36:00.000+13:002012-01-15T13:36:54.694+13:00365-1 Towards the light This is my first entry for the 365 Project. Towards the light Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-48184620807343293882012-01-15T13:26:00.001+13:002012-01-15T13:38:45.678+13:00365 Project Project 365 is an online site where people are invited to join in and post a photo that they have taken each day of the year. It started when Taylor McKnight started taking a photo a day on January 1st, 2004, and posting it online to serve as a way to remember a year, and also to help him understand what was important to him in his life. Whether it was his relationships, his career, or his Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-7798927282841734202012-01-14T22:53:00.004+13:002012-01-14T22:53:53.512+13:00Mind-blowing The world is a feedback. No more. Observe without blaming. ~ Rinon Hoxha Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-160299977730853932012-01-13T23:38:00.000+13:002012-01-13T23:38:53.185+13:00Weather lesson :) Today was a strange day. I woke up to rain - pouring, driving rain. And wind. Buffeting, roaring, wind. The wind was a constant throughout the day. The rain came and went, interspersed by periods of sunshine. Clouds raced across the sky and the raindrops raced each other to pelt down on everything. When I went for a walk, the wind beat against my body and tossed the tops of trees into a mad Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-6625831902200427822012-01-13T14:51:00.001+13:002012-01-13T14:51:11.328+13:00I am I start to think, and I lose myself, I stop thinking and I find myself.Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-62596546713404096272012-01-07T23:57:00.000+13:002012-01-08T00:05:12.065+13:00The Joy of Quiet By PICO IYER Published: December 29, 2011 in the New York Times | Sunday Review ABOUT a year ago, I flew to Singapore to join the writer Malcolm Gladwell, the fashion designer Marc Ecko and the graphic designer Stefan Sagmeister in addressing a group of advertising people on “Marketing to the Child of Tomorrow.” Soon after I arrived, the chief executive of the agency that had invited us tookAllahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-73978932590425157162012-01-06T15:06:00.001+13:002012-01-06T15:06:13.175+13:00Slain by beauty I was slain by Beauty. She grabbed my heart and Shook me with unceasing and unflinching Love Until the delusional mirror created from My tendencies and protections To see the world and self as Broken, sinful and devoid of the sacred Burst into a million shattered shards of dust. I was slain by Beauty and then… I became Her. ~ Julie Daley Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-19429308350455925322012-01-02T22:15:00.000+13:002012-01-02T22:15:37.403+13:00The beauty of wabi-sabi Wabi-sabi, the Japanese aesthetic whereby greatness exists in the inconspicuous and overlooked details, and beauty can be coaxed out of ugliness. Wabi-sabi is central to the idea Japanese beauty and has the same importance to Japanese aesthetic values as the Greek ideals of beauty and perfection do in Western thought: "Truth comes from the observation of nature. The Japanese have tried to Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-18169902345622505652012-01-02T00:48:00.001+13:002012-01-02T00:51:13.737+13:00Did I? Points to ponder on the year gone by - Did I express love this year, real love? The kind of love that doesn't announce itself in flashy circumstances or structured conditions - but an authentic, quiet, internal love? The kind of love that bubbles to the surface when I gaze at another with understanding, a love that places me in their shoes, granting freedom from judgment and deepening my Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-16319161751606623392012-01-01T19:35:00.000+13:002012-01-01T19:37:20.355+13:00New Conciousness Humankind is being led along an evolving course, Through this migration of intelligences, And though we seem to be sleeping, There is an inner wakefulness That directs the dream, And that will eventually startle us back To the truth of who we are. RUMI, The Dream That Must Be InterpretedAllahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-91296989753369870502011-12-24T00:14:00.000+13:002011-12-24T00:14:04.236+13:00SOULMATE “The feeling of connection that people are looking for, the exhilaration of being with someone with their hearts soaring, really is not a function of the person you are with, but instead it is a function of your own Connection with You. We would prefer to think of Soul Mate as you mating, or consciously connecting, with your own Soul or Source or Inner Being or Self. When you in your Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-92039791626111212782011-12-23T23:50:00.000+13:002011-12-23T23:51:01.598+13:00please pause to ponder Zara gaur farmaiye ... Christmas is almost here, and contrary to popular belief, Xmas is not about Santa Claus or Xmas trees or plum puddings :) Xmas is about a cool dude called Christ who was so cool he asked us to follow only one rule and that is that we must love and only love, no matter who (friend/foe, black/white/brown/yellow, same/diff caste /community/country .... So maybe we Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-35711472285887893952011-12-14T12:17:00.005+13:002011-12-14T18:03:15.256+13:00Ode to a curry leaf A leaf it was, a curry leaf, lying atop the vegetables, fresh from the steaming pot, slick with oil and papery, crinkly at the edges, mocking, almost defiant, its spine still erect, valiant, even in death. Its gaze laser-beaming paths deep into my soul. Born, on the branch, in a brilliant blazoning of being, curl-fisted and rose-tipped, a clarion call of life. By sunlight warmed and Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-13945212061756622132011-12-10T15:36:00.001+13:002011-12-10T15:37:28.455+13:00Rumi Don't be fooled by my beauty - the light of my face comes from the candle of my spirit.  ~ Rumi Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-52709944243331831702011-12-08T11:56:00.001+13:002011-12-08T11:57:32.850+13:00Love :) Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.  - Hafiz of Persia Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-90646191378809620932011-12-06T18:56:00.001+13:002011-12-06T19:03:11.877+13:00The Dance of Mind and Spirit I've discovered that an essential part of our spiritual growth is the interplay between mind and spirit. This relationship is shifting and evolving all the time. Some spiritual traditions speak in very hostile terms about the mind, as if the mind must be annihilated so that spirit can blossom.  I don't see it that way.  As long as we are in human form, we need our mind to live and function in Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-66302012227599958202011-12-05T00:18:00.001+13:002011-12-05T00:19:39.681+13:00Fly You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling, so don't. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.  ~ Rumi Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-55216990900683575402011-12-03T18:55:00.001+13:002011-12-03T18:59:29.901+13:00Only Love A very powerful message in 30 seconds in the inimitable style of Johnny Depp ... Only Love Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-17874398534972939412011-12-01T23:46:00.001+13:002011-12-02T13:44:57.992+13:00Myths about introverts Some Myths about Introverts. Super Interesting ! and Super True ! Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk. This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days. Myth #2 – Introverts are shy. Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-77321452842856792852011-11-27T23:20:00.001+13:002011-11-27T23:23:42.765+13:00Letting go In a time long past, Maitreya was in his incarnation as a laughing, big-bellied monk with a sack perpetually on his back. He used to travel about the countryside seeking alms and sharing them with whomever happened to be nearby. He would customarily sit under a tree, surrounded by young children, to whom he would tell stories to illustrate Buddhist teachings. Seeing this, an Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-31127145962959743562011-11-27T22:26:00.001+13:002011-11-27T23:34:42.869+13:00Khamoshi aaj yuunhi anjaane meinhum ek baar phir bichadekehne ko bahut tha lekinpankh kate the alfaaz kena udh paye, na gaa payebas laut aaye kuch khamosh sedafn kiya jab saari baateintab jaana badi der seawaaz-e-dil bayan hoti haiiss gehri khamoshi mein~~~ Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-11745613082799547932011-11-24T12:18:00.001+13:002011-11-24T15:23:23.257+13:00Our very first goal-post I learned something new today, that there is something called the breast-crawl. It happens naturally in the animal world. Mammals in the wild, unlike humans, have unassisted births. So after the baby is born, it not only has to find its feet and stand up, it also has to find its way to the mother's nipple, all by itself. Else, it would just starve and die then and there. So, nature has Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-73550584404129678292011-11-23T11:57:00.001+13:002011-11-23T12:17:06.473+13:00Nostalgia I had to post this because it's so well-written and reminded me of some old times ... DIL PUKARE, AAREY AAREY AAREY by Paromita Vohra Now, when the weather turns hot and still, making the wisp that is the Bombay winter a faint memory and the decision to buy a top floor house feel like a mistake, I head for Aarey. I have robust friends, hardy hearties who said they walked in Aarey Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-46226809346250163362011-11-23T11:25:00.001+13:002011-11-23T12:30:33.212+13:00Despair I oscillate between hope and hopelessness, I wish the pendulum would fall and be a guillotine. Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-55053540744544304642011-11-22T21:36:00.001+13:002011-11-22T21:39:25.202+13:00Do you have an 'I' infection? Symptoms are similar to narcissism; obsessively talking about oneself, ignoring other people when they talk with you, thinking about what you are going to say next instead of actively hearing what the other person is saying, failing to ask meaningful questions, verbal vomiting on your friends, sending people emails asking them to join your business or like your fan page without asking them Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-48698016607386610532011-11-21T21:02:00.001+13:002011-11-21T21:08:46.843+13:00Elections 2011 It’s election time here and this weekend the country will go to the pools to elect a new government. In the run-up to that, TV channels have been telecasting debates and today I happened to watch the debate between the two leaders - the incumbent Prime Minister and the leader of the major opposition party. First off, what impressed me was the manner of the interviewer / mediator. No fuss, no Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-75805902809683762102011-11-19T23:05:00.001+13:002011-11-19T23:11:03.235+13:00Gratitude The visuals are stunning and the words are simply divine..... Watch the video here And please take the time to ponder .... Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-28031432674586798382011-11-18T15:45:00.001+13:002011-11-18T15:51:00.163+13:00A different way of seeing Sitting here in my lounge on a balmy late spring afternoon, listening to my favourite music and watching the roses outside nodding their heads in the breeze, I cannot help think how simple are the things that make life beautiful. And almost free. The sun pouring down on the trees, grass, leaves and making the flowers light up with an incandescence does not demand a fee. Neither does the Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-69944223363569516782011-11-15T14:30:00.001+13:002011-11-15T14:39:27.623+13:00Insult "Each situation has to become an opportunity to meditate. What is meditation? Becoming aware of what you are doing, becoming aware of what is happening to you. Somebody insults you: become aware. What is happening to you when the insult reaches you? Meditate over it; this is changing the whole gestalt. When somebody insults you, you concentrate on the person— "Why is he insulting me? Who Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-89925965779176823032011-11-14T16:53:00.001+13:002011-11-14T17:04:05.054+13:00Being and experience I am a spiritual being having a human experience. When the human experience is done with I will still remain a spiritual being. Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-32520570809509332652011-11-13T14:44:00.001+13:002011-11-13T14:45:39.836+13:00sunday special :) looking out of my lounge on this bright Sunday afternoon ... Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-19678930625365780962011-11-12T22:42:00.001+13:002011-11-12T22:44:07.598+13:00I am pride My name is Pride. I am a cheater. I cheat you of your God-given destiny... because you demand your own way. I cheat you of contentment... because you "deserve better than this." I cheat you of knowledge ... because you already know it all. I cheat you of healing ... Because you're too full of me to forgive. I cheat you of holiness... because you refuse to admit when you're wrong. I cheatAllahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-67868578673687353092011-11-03T16:36:00.000+13:002011-11-03T16:37:59.782+13:00Dilemma, revisited buried land mines in my heartscape. how do I reach you? love knows the way, takes my hand. old wounds throb. my steps, petrified, our meeting, doomed. I smile, wintery. Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-78001052948324328172011-11-01T23:37:00.001+13:002011-11-02T13:01:57.142+13:00How to photograph lampposts :) Evening. I am out on my walk. Bright sunlight. After a while I realise that the nature of the light has changed, has become filtered, surreal, like as if God had turned on the special-effects button. I look up at the sky. The sun was inching slowly towards the horizon but was hidden behind huge masses of clouds which looked like a cotton mattress had burst its seams and floated up into the Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-15730388043299812332011-10-29T22:57:00.001+13:002011-10-29T22:57:32.740+13:00Mirror by Sylvia Plath I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful- The eye of the little god, four cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers. Faces andAllahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-6297682207632010442011-10-29T11:49:00.001+13:002011-10-29T11:49:30.729+13:00The flash of understanding I do not know if you have noticed that there is understanding when the mind is very quiet, even for a second; there is the flash of understanding when the verbalization of thought is not. Just experiment with it and you will see for yourself that you have the flash of understanding, that extraordinary rapidity of insight, when the mind is very still, when thought is absent, when the mind is not Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-35467903230160494152011-10-26T17:05:00.006+13:002011-10-26T20:08:17.542+13:00Joy rising I am sitting here quietly in a quiet room. The only sounds that are perceptible are those of the birds twittering outside, the wind that occasionally raises its voice to howl and the staccato tick-tock of the clock. I wonder if this is how Thoreau felt as he sat next to the Walden Pond and thought up his writings. But he must have also felt the sun warm on his cheek, the breeze leafing through Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-39921513599716892452011-10-26T11:23:00.002+13:002011-10-26T11:23:21.130+13:00Desires Desires are just waves in the mind. A desire is just a thing among many. I feel no urge to satisfy it, no action needs be taken on it. Freedom from desire means this: the compulsion to satisfy is absent. - Sri Nisargadatta Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-22742297655274800692011-10-24T14:26:00.000+13:002011-10-24T14:26:12.000+13:00Mindblowing quotes Your experiences cannot tell you who you are; they do not define you in any way. You are not that which you experience. 
You are not a victim of your experiences. 
There is an essential essence, a core within you that is not touchable by any experience. 
This is why happiness cannot be affected by exterior circumstances; happiness is a fragrance rising from this core essence. 
This is who you Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-81071898476824110172011-10-21T16:53:00.001+13:002011-10-21T18:26:32.114+13:00And gently she flows ... .. a blue, benign beauty with laughter on her lips, bubbles in her hair and sparkles in her steps. Pulled mesmerisingly by the sea, sometimes fast and rapid, yet at other times placid, almost still, gently she flowed. And I fell for her charms all over again. Now that I am back, I am out on my walks again and today the river calls me towards it. The sun is inching its way slowly Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-39878924159039461972011-10-20T14:39:00.004+13:002011-10-20T14:59:52.998+13:00Elisabeth Kübler-Ross quotes "It is very important that you only do what you love to do. you may be poor, you may go hungry, you may lose your car, you may have to move into a shabby place to live, but you will totally live. And at the end of your days you will bless your life because you have done what you came here to do. Otherwise, you will live your life as a prostitute, you will do things only for a reason, to please Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-22749652452503055242011-10-17T13:08:00.001+13:002011-10-17T13:08:44.561+13:00Trust and acceptance I decided some years ago that instead of trusting another to be what I thought they should be, when I trusted them implicitly to always be exactly who they are with what they have at all times in every moment, I was never disappointed and never lost trust or loving feelings ..... ~ Kristal McVicar on FB Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-65950051604481046682011-10-16T01:21:00.004+13:002011-10-16T01:21:35.473+13:00Dignity Dignity does not mean sticking to social norms, it is the fragrance that arises from a pure and noble soul.- lines from the film Pranayam by BlessyAllahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-61439982881094616012011-10-14T21:39:00.000+13:002011-10-14T21:39:13.235+13:00Freedom "A superficial freedom to wander aimlessly here and there, to taste this or that, to take a choice of distractions (in Pascal's sense) is simply a sham. It claims to be a freedom of “choice” when it has evaded the basic task of discovering who it is that chooses. It is not free because it is unwilling to face the risk of self-discovery. The free man is the one whose choices have given himAllahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-72147932718557581952011-10-14T18:39:00.001+13:002011-10-14T18:40:51.482+13:00Oneness "There are people one meets in books or in life whom one does not merely observe, meet, or know. A deep resonance of one's entire being is immediately set up with the entire being of the other (Cor ad cor loquitur)—heart speaks to heart in the wholeness of the language of music; true friendship is a kind of singing."  ~Thomas Merton Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-20719215714777990682011-10-10T05:35:00.000+13:002011-10-10T05:35:05.533+13:00Marianne Williamson quotes Inner peace doesn't come from getting what we want, but from remembering who we are. The spiritual path is a journey of surrendering who we aren't in order to experience who we are.   Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-8375328933590552102011-10-06T22:11:00.002+13:002011-10-06T22:22:02.885+13:0030-day "Blessing Way Challenge" This is a 30-day " Blessing Way Challenge". If you accept the challenge, you will practice these four steps diligently every day for the next 30 days. After that, you will notice how much better your life has become, in every aspect, and you will practice them for Life! To accept this challenge, make a commitment to following these four steps for a period of not less than 30 days.: 1. IAllahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-17329078689849277352011-10-05T19:39:00.003+13:002011-10-05T19:39:49.035+13:00Pain If you feel hurt, know that there is a way through it. Know that you will only deepen yourself and your world if you allow the pain to be there so that you can heal it. Go with it instead of fighting it. “The cure for pain is in the pain."  – Rumi Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-56593035187813753972011-10-05T19:38:00.000+13:002011-10-05T19:38:45.757+13:00Be I am a leaf Be a Branch nourish me I am grass Be Earth hold me maternally I am a mermaid Be the Ocean channel me safely I am a wave Be the wind caress me afar I am a bee Be nectar rejuvenate me I am me Simply Be you we can Be Free. ~ Dr.Deena Sadik on FB Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25361658.post-81821297883202852372011-10-05T19:17:00.000+13:002011-10-05T19:17:07.679+13:00Joy, unadulerated priceless ... Allahdeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08072901017811869958noreply@blogger.com0