tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54374462011-12-15T02:56:05.202ZThe only thing that matters in life is the living of it....rameshsrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06237954603530757197noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437446.post-1140352048286530652006-02-19T12:26:00.000Z2007-05-29T20:25:00.816Z

What was it that i wanted - i couldn't quite remember...did i want to sit down and do nothing while life just went by,did i want to listen to a song, that would weave a beautiful illusion,did i want to invite that refreshing harmony,did i want the simulation of a good conversation,did i want to relax through the complex art of contemplation,but suddenly it came to me, as i walked into the

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"Would you know what this is?" asked Steve, holding a small round seed. "I went to Singapore recently - got friendly with an Indian there - a priest of some sort - nice chap bless him - and he gave me this - said I was the good man."Of course - most people from India would know what that is. It is the Rudraksh - given to the King of Sri Lanka - Ravana, by the Hindu God Shiva - as a symbol, a

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I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound inTo saucy doubts and fears. - Macbeth in Merchant of Venice Fear exists not only at the conscious level but deep down at the unconscious level. There is the fear with which we are familiar and to which we have become accustomed. There is also the fear deep down, hidden, concealed. Is it possible to be free of all fear? To understand that, one must

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'Are you Indian?' the girl smiled as I settled into my seat on the TGV.'I'm from India' I replied, 'and I live in London'.'You know, I love the icons of the gods and goddess from India,' she said.'They are fantastic,' I said, 'a living proof of India's tremendous contribution to the world'.'Have you been to Paris before,' she asked.'Yes, like India, France is a republic. So there is an

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The train pulled into the Eurostar terminal at Gare du Nord in Central Paris. It was only when I got off the train that I realised that I didn't know a word of French. Gare du Nord is a station like any other but the architecture of the building is balanced and harmonious. I was to find out later that all architecture in Paris - Opera Garnier, Eiffel Tower, Champ de Mars, Arc de Triomphe, Place

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This was special - as it was my first visit to Paris. And i was travelling by Eurostar. I've always loved travelling by trains and the Eurostar, based on the TGV, is right at the forefront of train technology along with the bullet trains of Japan. All promised to be a great experience.... Arrived at Waterloo International Eurostar Terminal, checked-in, went through customs and everthing was fine,

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The Only thing that matters in life is the living of it....

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