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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UucaXDQnWDg/Twwb2kfmgBI/AAAAAAAACPc/k3nVljg5JXw/s1600/slacker.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" width="280" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UucaXDQnWDg/Twwb2kfmgBI/AAAAAAAACPc/k3nVljg5JXw/s320/slacker.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; ...I think not updating a blog talks a lot about what a SLACKER! you are.. Once you know you love writing about you..life n..crap.. better write.. stopping it for a day or two or a week is okay but not for a month..SLACKER.. I scolded myself.. hmmmm sometimes it okay to be self critical...man.. lot many things have happened in my life.. I moved to Hyderabad! Never thought I will be here.. currently working on a project for an agro industry.. taking an indian company global!! Kewl!! more than that planning to venture into green filed South American Market!! Que Bueno para mi!! Si..en uno sueno come true!! :-)

anyways.. life is good.. Spent my new year in Chennai.. Attended a personality development kindaa discourse by a great guy "T.T.Rangarajan" Worth the time and money.. Started fresh... this year.. not many resolutions...but decided on &lt;a href="http://infinitheism.com/"&gt;Infinitheism&lt;/a&gt; as my way of life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27374867-5876340663740698345?l=palmettoboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was literally mesmerized by this beauty of this scenic Katse Dam Bridge.. Man.. I wanna go there sometime.. my heart started pounding with a desire to spread my wings to fly down to Lesotho.. It came as a blow to my ignorance when I came to know that there is an afri-ski resort..(SKI RESORT IN AFRICA!!!) in the mountains of Maloti..just 4.5 hours drive from Johannesburg.I am quite shocked to see that a country with such a high literacy rate suffers poor Healthcare!..HIV spread so badly in urban areas.. I love this picture of this kid covered in traditional clothing.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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 Looks like Lesotho employs lot of child labor.... Man.. I love to go this country and volunteer for a month.. do my best to help them..as well look for some social entrepreneurship in this place..help these people build a better country...I would appreciate comments from you readers....any thoughts ....any ideas...any suggestions....there are lot of unknown places and people we could do something to change their life....dont forget to leave comments readers.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27374867-982145680004152731?l=palmettoboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes we aren't sure about the decision we make, not sure about What Next? The reason for this uncertainty is not just fear of failure but also the fear of responsibility if Successful! It is sometimes okay to let things go! with the flow...Nature takes care of rest...I was traveling a lot last week, I was meeting new people, understanding new business...quite an exiting week... I am also happy to see last week blog status..quite a number of people are reading my blog across the world..I would recommend all the readers to go through my archive may be you might find something funny! other day my blog reader pinged me that I am turning to philosophical these days.. honestly I have no intention...all that I blog are my scrambled thoughts that are getting some shape form... Anyways..Thank you readers for your support.. 

I am looking for a long term project for my Palmetto Consulting. I think....I am almost in the verge of getting one.. keeping my fingers crossed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27374867-5761994286748834526?l=palmettoboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was so relaxing to listen to these beautiful natural ring tones!! make our mind body and soul relaxed...at the same time kind of an awakening inside.. beautiful image of dawn!  Feel of chilled crispy breeze..Just waiting for your cup of Java.. and a curiosity to know what has happened when we scan through "The Dailies"... WoW! Is it life so beautiful when we start observing small things that we do everyday.. be watching a old women cross the roads.. or a kid jumping over a puddle of water.. A butterfly suckling the honey out of beautiful flowers...lousy noisy of a polluting truck and smoke that puffss!! disgusting but still there is some beauty in that beast too... WoW!...I am loving it.. It is not what is out outside that makes you happy ..It is what you make out of it makes the differece.... Enjoy every nano second of life...by appreciating the world pals!! it really makes a lot of difference.. check it out today! you will know what I mean....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27374867-8518655465388429753?l=palmettoboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Could we call the insane GREEDY Entrepreneurs. Most of aspiring entrepreneurs admire these guys..not for what they are but for what they have built and how  much they are worth!

Anyways, this weekendI was kind of unwinding me watching couple good movies...Social Network &amp; Fun with Dick and Jane
I do recommend you these movies if you have some time to spare..

Quite interesting to watch on how a genius kid! built Facebook empire &amp; later on trapped into the corporate "Carrot &amp; Stick" Rat race.. greedy CEO...How we are living in the false world driven by CREDIT!
-Nothing is ours but still we feel we own everything..I did taste some bitter pill experiencing the great American dream....good experience at my early years.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27374867-7553955010976833389?l=palmettoboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Suddenly my BP was very high last two days.. MAN.. I am just 33 I dont want to die young! Let me go for my regular check up.. Looks like everything fine.. lack of sleep resulted in high BP.. I felt little philosophical today, I want to reach something profound! yeah! I was watching a video on Bruce Lee.. He was advised by doctors to rest for 6 months on bed..
Guess what he researched a lot about Martial arts, Philosophy and Motivation..in fact it was a miraculous recovery...



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I always admired J.K for his works for two reasons...

1. Powerful words of wisdom - A humble, polite soft spoken philosopher!
2. I have no clue of what he means :-) Jk! 

&lt;i&gt;The end is the beginning of all things, suppressed and hidden, awaiting to be released through the rhythm of pain and pleasure. - JK
&lt;/i&gt;


Serious JK is a great philosopher it takes a lot of patience and perseverance to every word to understand what it means... You could find his works &lt;a href="http://www.messagefrommasters.com/Ebooks/Jiddu-Krishnamurti-Books.htm"&gt;e-books online&lt;/a&gt; free..
We all go through a "Retrospective phase" in our life mostly when we have a &lt;b&gt;heartbreak&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;a terrible disappointment&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;unforeseen failure&lt;/b&gt; This is not an one time event it is sinusoidal "ups-n-downs" of our life that make us more of who we are!.. Honestly, If you look back these kind of self analysis is a natural healing process.. ....No amount of intoxication will help..It is a phenomenon that each has to undergo based on ones intellectual ability.. knowingly or unknowingly we all are going through this right from our childhood days..Isn't it interesting! 

Talking about Bruce Lee, I do admire him more than King of martial arts as a great Philosopher..

I love this quote


&lt;i&gt;Always be yourself, express yourself, have faith in yourself, do not go out and look for a successfull personality and duplicate it.-Bruce Lee&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27374867-5990090669551990431?l=palmettoboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was listening to Tonny Robbins on Youtube.. He mentioned about &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BCGLTyTW65k"&gt;Harriet Anderson&lt;/a&gt;, a 72 yr old women finishing Iron man on her second attempt after facing an accident on the first one. I was browsing about Ironman race
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&lt;a href="http://ironman.com/faq#ixzz1dpOmXAcr"&gt;"The Ironman course linked the 2.4 mile Waikiki Roughwater Swim, an estimated 112-miles of the 115-mile Round Oahu Bike Course and the 26.2 mile Honolulu Marathon"&lt;/a&gt; 


I wanna be an Ironman... someday not sure when. &lt;a href="http://www.lonelyplanet.com/india/goa"&gt;Goa!&lt;/a&gt; would be a best place for Ironman in India. Real test of ENDURANCE!!! I really want to be one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27374867-9082807075213213308?l=palmettoboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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While working I thought of listening to hip hop to motivate me..keep me going..50Cents..Get Rich song and Terror squads lean back.. I still remember my initial days of my fellow cohorts introducing me to Rap n Hip Hop!..A paradigm change in my thinking towards these music.. I enjoyed the music.. got my work done..

It was quite an interesting experience watching the local village football finals this evening.
Amazing play by the teams.. I felt so sad for the pathetic state of Indian football..We have good players..absolutely no proper sponsorship or support from government or corporate.... I wish I had enough money to sponsor local leagues in India.. It would be a great entertainment and line of business for lot of people... 

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Is it amazing that a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naxalite"&gt;naxal&lt;/a&gt; affected area celebrating football..lobal boys cheering their team.. There were no proper seats for the people...No proper water or even medical support.. but still life goes on! I still remember the day my friend from Romania visited this place,He said" People in Indian village are poor, no proper rights, no proper roads, cows on streets..kind of pathetic state BUT..they all are HAPPY..celebrating life..laughing around.. merry cheerful colorful..He was unable to accept it"It was always nice see the world through someone's eyes....Yes! Indians Celebrate life..be it food, festival or wedding..celebration unlimted..everyday is something special.. Money cannot buy happiness..It is internal..

So was just thinking about the song Get Rich or Die Tryin....Getting Rich may be good but not necessarily it make you happy.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27374867-9010557228996292592?l=palmettoboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What do I want? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm most of the time it is very easy to say what we don't want. wants &amp; dont wants list grows long but when we scavenge it and mine for ONE THIG...it is very simple : I want happiness....endlesss....anandham..meaning happiness per anandham..meaning endless blissful happiness. Will making a billion or getting media fame I could reach this state of happiness! yes I said state of happiness... hmmmmm not sure because we need to go by our perspective... I dont see rich fame are the most happiest people. I was traveling in India last Christmas with my friend from west. He observed something that I never noticed... Dude! People in India are so poor.. they don't know their right..they have no clue whats happening but still they all are happy...I see them smiling..running around..inspite of all this cows on street.. poverty in the way they look.... gosh! he nailed me right there.. Yes dude we all are happy because we all believe in something great.. Every soul willingly or unwillingly believes in Karma! They are all believe in  reaching their destiny  in the spiritual journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is spirituality..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Spirituality is a human capacity to have a certain kind of experience, just as you can have all kinds of experiences mentally, physically, emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we experience spirituality? Spirituality is our ability to interact with a great mystery and to do so in ways which honour that intrinsic mystery. A true mystery can only be known by its effects, the phenomenon that results from its actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are surrounded by all kinds of mysteries: in nature, in our personal life, in the arts, and in religious and spiritual life, and we often don’t respond to these appropriately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appropriate way to respond to an intrinsic mystery is to be open to its revelation, to welcome that revelation, and to honour it as it shows itself in its own way and on its own terms. To meet such a mystery we must be willing to live with ambiguity and to be able to interact with it, leaving what is fully understood and comfortable behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick search gave me definition of four different experiences..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecstatic experiences — Personal epiphanies and “callings”&lt;br /&gt;Ritualistic experiences — Tribal and cult experiences often derived from oral tradition&lt;br /&gt;Formalized experiences — Highly structured experiences often adhering to a doctrine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spiritual living — Spirituality as a constant, day to day experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooooooooooooo... too much to digest in this blog entry... let me leave the rest in the next...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27374867-6136261653815140615?l=palmettoboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was summer of 2001 I was fortunate to get the glimpse of dream coming true in Orlando Disney.. Epcot! WoW!! what a marevellous place.. One mans dream...all the kids dream...elderly people dream.. gosh! this is what I lived all my life for to see my favourite disney characters.. I was 22 at that time still I felt like a 5 yr old jumping around enthusiastically.. All those rides.. ohh my god.. unbelievable..I called my mom from Diney.. I told Mom! you must be here someday..I miss you all.. I wish Dad was alive to listen to me talking about US and Disney! My mom said sure..son he is seeing your right now blessing you as a guardian angel..anyways.. I realized my dream of bringing my mom to USA this May of 2008.. She landed here in Columbia South carolina Airport visiting me for my graduation.. WoW!! I felt proud!...eventhough I am not supposed to...I felt proud not for me.. but for my Mom! I was thinking of her Journey.. life journey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in a village in a poor family in a state called Tamilnadu in souther india in a village closer to Chennai.. my mom has to fight all the odds as was our country at that time.. It was not a easy path especially if you are the first one in the family.&lt;br /&gt;She was a determined girl right from her childhood. My grandma gave all her strength...an Indian expat from Burma ( Myanamar) My grandma was a world war survivor..she has seen ups and downs in her life living a royal life in burma loosing all her wealth and siblings in the war.. She was a tough women.. she wanted to see a better world through the eyes of her daughter... Vandarkuzhali.. yes that hard to say name is very poetic tamil word.. It means.. the bees are tricked by the beauty and smell of long beautiful hair! that my mom had.. :-) hmmmm gosh! what a name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom told me when she landed in Columbia that all that she knows about America when she was doing her high school is &lt;a href="http://www.american-reporter.com/"&gt;America Reporter&lt;/a&gt;.. A free magazine that was delivered to her village through Indian Postal service! god bless them...in one of the questionaire that she was asked whether she listens to some program in BBC Radio! it looks like my mom replied by mail that her family could not afford a Radio as it is way too expensive.... for her...hmmmm I had my goose bumps! again now as I typing this... poverty ... suppression.. false belief...superstition.. caste system.. name any god damn thing. she has to fight her way out.. even now lot many children are fighting their way out... Mom! you are no doubt an inspiration to so many that you thought as professor in the last 36 years... an inspiration to all that are going to follow your way of fighting againgst all odds in India!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I welcomed my mom with a sigh of relief an hug! as a son I always wanted from my mom.. Mom Thank You! Thank you! for everything.. I am here because of you.. You are simply great!! Welcome to United States of America!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27374867-3283432353744228699?l=palmettoboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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