srimad bhagwad gita

Anger is a corrosive and self-annihilating phenomenon. In this world of broken promises and empty lies, anger, lying dormant within us finds ample opportunity to uncoil and lash harshly at the day-to-day life. Anger must be mastered in order to realize the best that exists in all of us.

live....................

Lightning crashes, a new mother cries
Her placenta falls to the floor
The angel opens her eyes
The confusion sets in
Before the doctor can even close the door

Lightning crashes, an old mother dies
Her intentions fall to the floor
The angel closes her eyes
The confusion that was hers
Belongs now, to the baby down the hall

Oh now feel it comin back again
Like a rollin thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin from the center of the earth again
I can feel it.

Lightning crashes, a new mother cries
This moment shes been waiting for
The angel opens her eyes
Pale blue colored iris, presents the circle
And puts the glory out to hide, hide

elvis has left the building........................

Just after 2pm Tuesday, August 16, 1977 Ginger Alden found Elvis, face down, unconscious, on the floor in the bathroom at Graceland. Clad only in blue top and yellow pajama bottoms. Elvis was crouched over. His face dark and bloated. By 3.30pm Elvis had been pronounced dead after frantic ambulance ride to Baptist Memorial Hospital where an unprecedented number of specialists battled to save his life. The official verdict was death by heart failure. The hospital called Vernon Presley to tell him that his son was dead. Joe Esposito was going to announce the death, but was to overcome with grief. Half an hour later, on the steps of Graceland a grief stricken Vernon announced to the world: "My son, Elvis is dead..."

Within minutes the press headlines announced: The Memphis Press Scimitar announced:

• LONELY LIFE ENDS ON ELVIS PRESLEY BOULEVARD

• The French headlines read: L'ADIEU A ELVIS!

• The British frontpage said: KING ELVIS DEAD AT 42 AND ALONE.

• The Soviet newspaper PRAVDA ran a full-page ELVIS IS DEAD. THE USA HAS GIVEN US THREE CULTURAL PHENOMENON: MICKEY MOUSE, COKE A COLA AND ELVIS PRESLEY

• The Australian Herald - ONE HOUR BATTLE FAILS. KING ELVIS DIES

• Richard Nixon asked Americans fly their flags at half-mast. In Tupelo Elvis' birthplace the mayor declared, August 16 an official day of mourning. RCA sold 400 million Elvis Presley records to distraught fans

the last snap of elvis,hours before the calling.........







Wise men say only fools rush in
But I cant help falling in love with you
Shall I stay
Would it be a sin
If I cant help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I cant help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I cant help falling in love with you
For I cant help falling in love with you



one of the kings best offerings....................\,,/

rastafarian thoughts of bob marley...........

Don't Let them fool ya or even try to school ya .........



Don't worry about a thing, every little thing is gonna be alright ..........

Free speech carries with it some freedom to listen ....

I don't stand for the black man's side, I don' t stand for the white man's side. I stand for God's side ....

I handle fame by not being famous...I'm not famous to me..........

I have got a running stream of love you see. So no matter what stages.. they put us through, we'll never be blue ...........

If you are the big, big tree, we are the small axe, ready to cut you down! ..............

If you get down and quarell everyday, you're saying prayers to the devil, I say ................

Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality . Wake Up and Live! ............

My future is righteousness .....................

One good thing about music, when it hits- you feel no pain .............

Overcome the devils with a thing named love...........

Politics no interest me. Dem devil business.... Dem a play with peoples minds. Never play with peoples minds ................

Your worst enemy could be your best friend, and your best friend your worst enemy ..............

Bob Marley was a hero figure, in the classic mythological sense. His departure from this planet came at a point when his vision of One World, One Love -- inspired by his belief in Rastafari -- was beginning to be heard and felt. The last Bob Marley and the Wailers tour in 1980 attracted the largest audiences at that time for any musical act in Europe.

Bob's story is that of an archetype, which is why it continues to have such a powerful and ever-growing resonance: it embodies political repression, metaphysical and artistic insights, gangland warfare and various periods of mystical wilderness. And his audience continues to widen: to westerners Bob's apocalyptic truths prove inspirational and life-changing; in the Third World his impact goes much further. Not just among Jamaicans, but also the Hopi Indians of New Mexico and the Maoris of New Zealand, in Indonesia and India, and especially in those parts of West Africa.

"The Food That Feeds Our Souls!"

Music raises the soul of man even higher than the so-called external form of religion...


There will come a day when music and its philosophy will become the religion of humanity...If there remains any magic it is music.


That music alone can be called real which comes from the harmony of the soul, its true source, and when it comes from there it must appeal to all souls...Music alone can be the means by which the souls of races, nations and families, which are today so apart, may one day be united...The more the musician is conscious of his mission in life, the greater service he can render to humanity.


Music is behind the working of the whole universe. Music is not only life's greatest object, but music is life itself...Music being the most exalted of the arts, the work of the composer is no less than the work of a saint.

The use of music for spiritual attainment and healing of the soul, which was prevelent in ancient times, is not found to the same extent now. Music has been made a pastime, the means of forgetting God instead of realizing God. It is the use one makes of things which constitutes their fault or their virtue.

"Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you."
~ Frank Lloyd Wright

graffiti.......

RAJGAD TO TORNA

been so much time since have gone trekkin.shal do rajgad to torna once my operation is over next week. yippie . m so excited . :)))))))

a very happy womens day to all the women out there
thank u for everythin.

one of the most touching video ever.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdY9Z5ub9xw&eurl=http://www.videosift.com/video/Hero-Dogs-Pit-Bull

diggin a ditch.

I'm digging a ditch
Where madness lives
I'm digging a ditch
Where my silence lives
I'm diggin a ditch and when I am through
Digging this ditch I'll dig one for you
Digging a ditch
As black as cold
Digging a ditch
Where I can hide my soul
Digging a ditch
Where my secrets stay


Unto your dreaming
When you're alone
Unplug the TV
Turn off your phone
Get heavy on with digging your ditch

Cause I'm digging a ditch where madness gives
Digging a ditch where silence lives
Digging a ditch for when I'm old
Digging a ditch where stories told
Where all these troubles
That weigh down on me will rise
Unto your dreaming
When you're alone
Where all these worries
Weigh heavy on my heart
Will rise, will rise, will rise...

Unto your dreaming
When you're alone
Unplug the TV
Turn off your phone
Get heavy on with digging your ditch

Cause I'm diggin a ditch where madness gives
Digging a ditch where silence lives
Digging a ditch and when I'm through
Digging this ditch I'll dig in for you
Where all these disappointments
That grow angry out of me will rise

Unto your dremaing
When you're alone
Not what you're sure be or what you've become
Just getting heavy on with digging your ditch

Cause I'm digging a ditch where madness gives
I'm digging a ditch where silence lives
Digging a ditch and when I'm through
Digging a ditch I'll give one you
Where all these disappointments
That grow angry out of me will rise

Unto your dreaming
When you're alone
Where all these habits
That weigh down on me will die
Will die, will die, will die...

Unto your dreaming
When you're alone
Unplug the TV
Turn off your phone
Get heavy on with digging your ditch

thats the way a lazy afternoon should be spent babey

rider on the storm

and maybe the pain of the calculi shal continue.if it is coz of the calculi that is.
back to hydrotherapy and potassium citrate.flush em down.
before they flush me.


anyways.
had breakfast with dad today after doin some investigations for the stones.
and across the table,was a young beautiful lookin girl.
nothin special abt that i guess.
all women r beautiful. in some way or the other.
so there i was not givin much attention.even tho this wasnt doin justice to the beautiful hair,the lucious pink lips, and uncanny sweet dressing of the pretty damsel.
(she did gimme a few looks tho :) , ormight jus be my imagination, for alli know.)

had my sandwiches.the dosa.coffee.
and jus before we were abt to leave.
she and her frens got up .and left.

nothin special bout that either.

ony when she was leavin was it evident.
she didnt have a left forearm.seemed like a cruel amputation.
but.
how can that be.
she looked so pretty.
for a second my heart was set on her.

not a frown on her face.
was chattin on her phone like any other 'girly'
a bit of attitude.naye.pride on her face.
gosh,felt like askin her out.while she was walkin away.

whoah.pune traffic is killin me.
back home and ready to take sophie out to spend her money.
god bless her.
\,,/

my baby sophie at just 90 days of age.the silent warrior.

Ganges too polluted to defecate in, say Sadhus

The All India Association of Sadhus, Swamis and Snake Oil Sellers (or NAMBLA), has claimed that the extraordinary degree of pollutedness of the Ganges river is severely affecting their ability to use its water for their daily toiletry.

In a press statement, the committee of visibly constipated Godmen declared that the huge amount of pre-existing fecal matter in the water of the river, along with fertilizers and pesticides, was making it hazardous to use this water as a medium for cleaning excrement off their bodies. As a result, many of them had not had an opportunity to empty their bowels into the depths of the river, thus adding to the health risk. This problem was causing particular hardship to the millions of Hindu devotees who throng the banks of the river this time of year during the Ardha Kumbh Mela to perform a ritual discharge of their waste into its putrid but soul-purifying waters.

The polluted waters have also been blamed for an increase in the occurrence of skin diseases. Earlier, the only skin diseases caused were those that were passed from one bathing devotee to another. Now however, the water itself brings forth the microbes that cause these maladies.

Other Sadhus have also expressed apprehension regarding the future of their own remains once they have passed on to the next life. Many Hindu holy men prefer to incinerate their mortal remains on the banks of the river and disperse their ashes into its waters, a process which reportedly guarantees them rich dividends in the heavenly afterlife. However, with the river being dangerously polluted, these Sadhus are now reluctant to share its water space with foreign feculence not of their own making.

Maintaining a united stand on the issue, the Association of Sadhus has threatened that if the government were not to take immediate and drastic steps towards cleansing the river, all ten million of its members would boycott the Mela this year and refuse to deposit their body waste into its waters, eternal salvation be damned.

the elections r back

coming soon..............

Hear my cries
Hear my calls
Lend me your ears
See my fall
See my error
Know my faults
Time haults
See my loss
Know im lacking
Backtracking
Where i met you
Pistol packing
Itchy finger
Trigga happy
Try and trap me
Bad rap
Wiretap me
Backstab me
Break the faith
Fall from grace
Tell me lies
Time flies

You said to trust you
You'd never hurt me
Now i'm disgusted
Just been adjusted
Certainly it fooled me
Ridiculed me
Left me hangin with my shit
Boomerangin right back at ya
Pistol range
Narrow-minded
Left me blinded
I consigned it
Shit backfired
Not many would bear the pressure
You comprehend me
You want to end me
You offend me
Its trauma
Feel the trauma

Fuck my enemies
Fuck my foes
Damn these hoes
Back up off me
Give me room to breathe
I'm not hearin it
Im not fearin it
Im up to my ears in thisBullshit
Reluctantly i've been moving on
I ignore you
Sorry if i bore you
I neglect you
Don't mean to disrespect you
Can't you see
I love you dearly
And i sincerly
But you annoy me
You can't creep me
I'm here to stay
Forever and ever
And a day that's never
I can't let you go
I can't forget it
Why you did it
And won't aquit it
I wanna fight you
I'll fuckin bite you
Can't stand nobody like you
You can't run
You can't hide
No surprise
Close your eyes

We sit and watch umbrellas flyI'm trying to keep my newspaper dryI hear myself say,"my boat's leaving now"...so we shake hands and cryNow i must wave goodbyeWave goodbyeWave goodbyeWave goodbyeWave goodbyeWave goodbyeYou knowI don't want to cry againI don't want to cry againDon't want to say goodbyeI don't want to cry againI don't want to run awayDon't want to race this painI'll never see your face againOh but howHow can you sayThat i didn't try...You see things in the depths of my eyesThat may love's run dryNo...We leave to their goodbyesI've come to depend on the look in their eyesMy blood's sweet for painThe wind and the rain bring back words of a songAnd they say: wave goodbyeWave goodbyeWave goodbyeWave goodbyeWave goodbyeWave goodbyeBut you knowI don't want to fall againDon't want to look this painDon't want another friendDon't want to try againDon't want to see you hurtDon't let me see you hurtI don't want to cry againI'll never see your face againHow can you sayThat i didn't tryYou know i didYou see things in the depths of my eyesThat my love's run dry...so i read to myself:A chance of a lifetime to see new horizonsOn the front pageA black and white pictureOf manhattan skyline

aye dharti , mujhe sametle aapni god mein,
thak sa chuka huun mein,
tanha mein raha huun,
aapne aanchal se dhak de mujhe.

har gujarta din ,
mujhse yeh kehraha hai,
gulistaan nahi , kabristaa hain yeh,
amrit pila pila kar,
khud zeher ke,
kadve ghunt pi pi kar,
marr sa chuka huun mein.

kaante ye chunte chunte ,
gir pada huun mein,
mujhe aapni julfoon ki,
beintehan mohabaat ,
mein sula de.