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Mind flows like the river. It has not seen the ocean but still carries own in search of the ultimate bliss that it has glimpsed but not yet become.  The water finds the lowest point. The mind becomes humble. Humility blossoms. The water overcomes the rock solid obstacles. The mind develops patience and perseverance. A never give up attitude. The water irrigates the fields and leaves fertile soil. The mind shares stories of hardship, toil and makes inside and everyone around light. The water jumps and cuts through hilly terrain. The mind exhibits its youthful exuberance.  The water keeps flowing. The mind keeps exploring the new. The clouds come and meet the mountains. The rivers of life are born. The seeds of mind are fresh from pure rich showers of rain.  The river is born. Streams innocently flow and bubble down the hills. Gathering experience and water to form rivers. They become lazy and lame in fields, dwindling wherever the slopes takes ...

The subtle combo of mind+intellect+memory+ego runs in self-feeding cycle. Ego brings forth the I-ness. Ego nudges the memory to bring into focus an incident/situation in which it triumphs or suffers. Memory nudges the intellect to argue on the situation. Intellect creates the argument and prepares the mind to have the argument. The mind comes into existence with the thoughts germinated in the intellect. The thoughts hail or destruct the ego. And the journey of life begins. You are born. Why are you born? A little story. Once Vishnu was in BrahmaLok and everyone came forth to welcome him except Sanath Kumar. When you get "don't care" in dispassion then its arrogance. Vishnu sensed this and cursed SanathKumar to spent one lifetime on Earth as punishment, as a journey to dissipate this arrogance/egoness. At that moment SanathKumar also cursed Vishnu to spent a lifetime on Earth while he was there and so Shree Ram was born. So tell me why were you born? hmm.. Even...

There is only line of trucks till eyesight go. On the highway, in the riverbed. There is only sand left in the cauvery river delta. Sand which spins money and fulfill desires of few She is born in western ghats Cities and civilizations have been built on her banks Poets, kings and farmers have been inspired by her What remains of her is a small canal in which people bath,wash,clean children jump in 2 feet deep adults wade around there must have been a time when the riverbed was half a mile wide now its only property of few who own the sand quarries centuries old sand particles are now part of some shaky concrete construction tell me is nature beautiful in nakedness or is it in abundance the more you take away the less you will have once a majestic worshiped river is now a mere canal for trichy has huge temples and less river

Day 1 Saturday 13th of August 2005 We waited until after noon contemplating to go for sita devi or pondicherry. After having lunch at “dal roti” we decided to view “Mangal Pandey” at Innovative Mutiplex. And the evening was spent having dinner at Nagarjuna. Meanwhile we got a call from Bhaskar saying his cousin reached in evening from Mumbai and they would go ahead and do the booking. We played along and said yes sportingly. Pondicherry was to wait for some more time in future. Day 2 Sunday 14th of August 2005 Early Morning: I got up at 3:45 AM in morning and wondering how would I manage the dogs of JP Nagar when they give me early morning scare. As time flew, I got my focus shifted from dogs to loo to day ahead. Carrying the load to yesterday’s digested food byproduct I started the Passion and picked up Harshad enroute to Bhaskar’s residence which is in Mathikere. Off we went at about 5:30 AM with tankfull of diesel and Tata Indigo on NH4 until Tumkur where we switched over to...