Tip of the day

A Call to Our Conscience

2026-08-03T11:01:44.609-07:00

This is a wake-up call—
not to look outward,
but inward.

A gentle invitation
to face a timeless truth:

Our lives are not defined
by what we gather for ourselves,
but by what we give to others.

Life is not measured
by the years we count,
but by the kindness we leave behind.

In the seat offered
to an elderly stranger.

In the groceries quietly paid for
without expecting gratitude.

In the unseen moments
when compassion chooses action.

When our journey ends,
it is not our name
that echoes the longest.

It is the hope we awakened.

The burdens we lifted.

The hearts we touched.

A teacher who stays behind
to encourage one discouraged student
may never know

that years later,

the same student
becomes a light
for someone else.

Our words may fade,

but our actions
become part of another person’s story.

A warm meal.

A listening ear.

A helping hand.

Small acts,

quietly given,

often outlive the loudest achievements.

And in the end,

life asks only one question:

Did you merely pass through this world…
or did you leave it better than you found it?

Did you walk past
the lonely soul on the park bench?

Or did you stop…

sit beside them…

listen…

and remind them
they were not alone?

That choice

has always been ours.

Do not measure success
by how high you climb.

Measure it

by how many people rise

because you reached back

to lift them.

Share the credit.

Teach with patience.

Open the door.

Hold it open

for someone else.

Do not journey forward alone.

Bring others with you.

For every life you encourage

becomes another light

in someone else’s darkness.

True success

is not measured

by what we achieve,

but by how many lives

are stronger,

kinder,

and more hopeful

because we were here.

That

is a life well lived.

That

is true humanity.

And that…

is the highest meaning

of being human.

Do you know someone like this?

2025-09-27T23:33:00.000-07:00

Ever met someone who's a true Good Samaritan? Someone who's always there to lend a helping hand and listen with a kind heart? 🤝

This guy's got a friend circle that's a beautiful mess of different backgrounds, ages, and interests - and people open up to him because he's a great listener! 🗣️ But, here's the thing: he's got a weakness for 'harmless' gossip . He'll casually drop tidbits about others, claiming it's just "stress relief" or "sharing the love." 😅

What do you think? Can someone be kind, loyal, and still enjoy a little gossip? 🤔 Do you know someone like this? Share your thoughts! 💬 #humanquirk #friendshipgoals #goodlistener

నా పాఠశాలలు మరియు సంబంధంలేని నా బతుకు మరియు రచనా ప్రయాణం:

2025-09-17T15:13:00.000-07:00

చిన్ననాటి కథలను గుర్తుచేసుకున్నప్పుడు నాకు అపారమైన ఆనందం కలుగుతుంది. నా పాఠశాల జీవితం ఒక రోలర్ కోస్టర్ రైడ్ లాగా ఉంటుంది. ప్రభుత్వ వైద్యుడిగా నా తండ్రి గారి బదిలీల కారణంగా, నేను అనేక పాఠశాలలకు హాజరయ్యాను, ఒక్కొక్కటీ వాటి యొక్క, ఆ ప్రాంతం యొక్క, వైవిధ్య మైన అనుభవాలతో కూడుకొని ఉంటుంది.

మచ్చుకి ఒక మరపురాని క్షణం. అది ఏలూరులో నా పాఠశాల మొదటి రోజు, సగం క్లాస్ లో జారుకుని, రిక్షాలో ఇంటికి వెళ్ళాను. నాకు ఇల్లు తెలియదు, రిక్షా అతను నన్ను ఒక పర్యాటకుడిని అని భావించి ఆ ఊరంతా ఒక సందర్శన పర్యటనలా తీసుకెళ్లాడు! ఇక గుంటూరులో, నేను చివరి బెంచ్ మీద నిలబడే కళను మాత్రం నేర్చుకున్నాను మరియు నేను నా యూనిఫామ్‌ను మరచిపోయినప్పుడు దయగల పొరుగువారు నన్ను ఇబ్బందుల నుండి రక్షించారు.

నా తండ్రి నాకు వేరే విలువైన పాఠాలు నేర్పించారు, కొన్నిసార్లు సున్నితమైన స్వరంతో, మరి కొన్నిసార్లు దృఢమైన విధానంతో (అనగా దుడ్డు కర్రతో) నా చేతిరాత మెరుగుపడాలని, నా టీచర్ శ్రీమతి శాంతమ్మ తరచుగా మా నాన్నగారి ముందర చేతులెత్తేసేవారు, 72 సంవత్సరాల తర్వాత కూడా నా వ్రాతా, తలా రాతా,శైలి లో పెద్దగా మారలేదు - స్థిరత్వానికి ఇది నిదర్శనం)

నా పాఠశాల రోజులు అల్లరితో నిండి ఉన్నాయి, కానీ నేను లోపల నిశ్శబ్ద విద్యార్థిని. గుంటూరు త్రిపుర సుందరి విద్యాలయం, కాన్వెంట్,గురవయ్య ఉన్నత పాఠశాల మరియు తిరుపతిలోని SPJN మున్సిపల్ స్కూల్‌తో సహా అనేక పాఠశాలల్లో చదివాను, అక్కడ మన మాజీ రాష్ట్రపతి డాక్టర్ సర్వేపల్లి రాధాకృష్ణన్ చదువుకున్నారు. నా ఉపాధ్యాయులు నాకు మార్గదర్శకులు, నన్ను ఈ రోజు నాకు ఉన్న వ్యక్తితం వచ్చేలా తీర్చిదిద్దారు.

నేను చదువులు B.Sc,M.A,, L.L.B, (ఎక్కడా పొంతనలేని విషయాలు కదూ) మరియు ఉద్యోగాల టోపీలను చాలానే ధరించాను - బ్యాంక్ ఆఫీసర్ (సుమారు 25 సంవత్సరాలు- బ్యాంకు సంబంధిత సబ్జెక్ట్లు అంతర్గత ప్రొమోషన్లకోసం చదువుతూ), న్యాయవాది (ఒక సంవత్సరం పాటు - లెక్కలేని లా (వు) పుస్తకాలు మూడేండ్లు చదివాక మరీనూ), మరియు ఒక ప్రైవేట్ విశ్వవిద్యాలయంలో ప్రొఫెసర్ ( ఇంచుమించు ఒక దశాబ్దం పాటు (విశ్వవిద్యాలయంలో ఉండే యు.జీ, పీ,జీ, కోర్సులు, బీ.సి ఏ , యం సి.ఏ. తో సహా, అంటే, ఫైనాన్స్ సబ్జెక్టుల తో సహా, అన్ని టెక్స్ట్ బుక్కులు ( ప్రింట్ కి ముందు ఫైనల్ ప్రూఫ్ చదివేసా - వందకు పైగా - లెక్కపెట్టటానికి టైం ఉండేదికాదు - అప్పుడే తయారైన వేడివేడి అచ్చుపుస్తకాలు- అదీ నా కోఆర్డినేటర్ డ్యూటీ లో భాగంగా-నా పొలిటికల్ సైన్స్ విభాగం కాకుండా ). కాలక్రమేణా, నేను ఆంగ్ల దినపత్రికలలో సంపాదకీయ పేజీలలో కనిపించే కథలను, అనుబంధంలోని కవితలను అందించడమే కాకుండా మ్యూస్ ఇండియా అనే ఆన్లైన్ లిటరరీ జర్నల్ కి ఆంగ్ల కవిత మరియు కథ వ్యాసాంగాలు ప్రపంచ నలుమూలాలల నుంచి approximately 5000 సభ్యుల లోంచి కొందరు, అన్ని ఇంటర్నేషనల్ టైంలైన్లలో ఖాళీ గా ఉండే వారు, పంపే రచనలను ఎడిట్ చేసి, నిద్రమానుకొని అప్లోడ్ చేసివాడిని - డబ్బుతీసుకోకుండా. తరువాత వివిధ విషయాలపై కవితలు మరియు సోషల్ మీడియా పోస్ట్‌లను రాయడం ప్రారంభించాను. నిష్పాక్షికత మరియు మంచితనంతో సహా నా స్కూల్ ఉపాధ్యాయులు నాలో నింపిన విలువలకు నేను కృతజ్ఞుడను. ఈ రోజు, ఒక ఫ్రీలాన్స్ అనువాదకుడిగా మరియు రచయితగా, ఇంగ్లీష్ పట్ల నాకున్న ప్రేమ నా పాఠశాల రోజుల నుండే ఉద్భవించిందని చెప్పుకోవడానికి నేను గర్వపడుతున్నాను.

విద్యార్థులకు, ప్రాథమిక స్థాయిలోనే మంచి చేతివ్రాత నేర్చుకోవాలని నేను సలహా ఇస్తున్నాను. అప్పట్లో ఎంతగానో విలువనిచ్చే చేతివ్రాత ఈ కాలంలోనూ చాలా అవసరం. ఎందుకో నాకు అనిపిస్తుంది అదే మన తలవ్రాతను నిర్ణయిస్తోందని.

( రచయిత శేషు చామర్తి ఆంధ్రా బ్యాంక్ నుండి 1977-2001లో హైదరాబాద్‌లోని వారి ప్రధాన కార్యాలయంలో అధికారిగా స్వచ్ఛందంగా పదవీ విరమణ చేశారు. ప్రస్తుతం Hyderabad లో AS Rao Nagar దగ్గర నివసిస్తున్నారు ఫోన్: 9848553063).

August weekend in Dallas strangely in 2025

2025-08-30T08:31:00.000-07:00

August in Dallas, basically!

Ironically, rain's ruining my plans this time of year.

Technically, the first day off in the weekend, finally.

Naturally, for a retired guy, it's all the same old routine.

Practically, our street is empty beyond our front window.

Ideally,

I took a book out to read over coffee.

Crazily, my cell beckoned me to check messages, again.

Actually, my dear wife interrupted my reverie, with "What's for breakfast?"

Accidentally, I spilled some coffee, because clumsiness is my superpower.

Absentmindedly, I grabbed a cloth and pretended it was part of the plan.

Apologetically, I mopped the floor, with a sheepish grin.

Boastfully, my day began with her eying me despicably, which is basically every day.

Faithfully, all should go right this weekend... until the coffee machine breaks down.

Miserable Miser

2024-09-22T23:43:00.000-07:00

A miser clutched his coins with care,
Haggling for a coconut from a vendor.
Two for one, he bargained with guile,
But four proved elusive, and he went the extra mile.
Unhappy, he sought free coconuts above,
Climbed a treetop, but slipped, and clung to life's thread of love.
His voice, now hoarse, cried out for aid,
Until a mahout passed, with an offer displayed.
"Half your wealth," the mahout proposed with a sly grin,
But then, his elephant spied sugarcane thing.
It ambled towards a cart, a sweet delight,
The mahout clung to the branch, holding tight.
A horseman passed, with a helping hand,
The mahout traded his elephant, a desperate stand.
But fate intervened, as the horse saw his mate,
Chased wildly, lost in love's uncontrollable state.
Now all four were stuck to the branch, a hapless sight,
Miser, mahout, horseman, and horse, dropping finally with coconut's weight.

Sound love

2023-12-06T20:09:00.000-08:00

I never expected love to fall.

Over the years, it came tumbling down with such force.

The message of the angels was love then.

It started out as pure and innocent as light pollen on butterfly wings.

Even the twilight used to blind my rapid fingers.

Those rainbows communicated joy.

Now it is a vivid nightmare.

However, love continues to pour.

On the highways,

where everyone can hear the chuckles,

surrounded by high-tech sounds from parked automobiles and movie theaters.

True lovers, on the other hand, are becoming increasingly difficult to find.

But there is still love.

Why waste breath on moral preachig

2023-05-25T21:36:00.006-07:00

Moral preaching by all and sundry has become a bad habit. Many moral police started the indoctrination or brainwashing of readers with dogmas and biases rooted in caste, religion, physical appearance, and they are trying to divide people by class, money, region, faith, belief, and order. Taking a high moral position has become fashionable for many, seniors or young. The majority these days have some meaningful education. They know what is best for themselves. There is no need to tell anyone what to wear, where to live, or who to marry. Even without warning them through moralistic megaphones, social pressure is strong enough to dissuade departures from various cultural traditions, influencing their minds and compelling them to travel the established road. Compelling by the so-called moralists would not persuade the youth to change their values and goals. Please allow evolution to mold civilization, as history has repeatedly demonstrated. So, why unnecessarily waste breath, bytes, and energy on unnecessary handholding by the moral police folks?

Our Democratic Order (Faith)

2023-05-20T17:17:00.006-07:00

Someone asks:

Why are you not doing this and that?

Those we are supposed to observe

Religiously, and yes, you heard me right.

Those in our religion only suggested them.

From quite a long time ago, which I am talking about.

All those ways of life they had talked about

Are designed to keep every one of us in this world.

Think and shape ourselves and evolve into,

Far better, ones we wish ourselves

And thus become one with Him, ultimately,

Or leave that thing alone, simply for Him.

As to whatever He shall do with us,

Whatever He wishes in the end, now or after.

So, ever proud we are to be from that tradition,

We aren’t an army with strict regimentation,

As to what we should do with ourselves,

From the cradle to the grave!

Interesting sutti… Hear to the end

2023-05-01T23:45:00.002-07:00

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1CdxYLxWE6THkFC1DZ51hFjC3ipiKBkw3/view?usp=drivesdk

Sundry Political Thoughts

2023-03-27T18:08:00.002-07:00

How about wanting to change? I never wished to change, but the things around me should change. Simply speaking, everything around me should suit my taste. And that should make things easy for my progress besides that of others in my group whom I may not know, but I assumed they are like me.

My only problem is to convince them that change is good for them and let them come to my point. Towards the above end of influencing others who I think are in my fold or sphere, I may use good-natured advice, gifts, and even force in that order. It is going on historically in the name of political, moral, and religious philosophies or ideologies.

Forgetting what motivates us and what drives us to change radically or whether a paradigm shift takes place among us, our material things matter most, including the carrot and stick. Spiritual enlightenment and the corollary mindset we acquired are nothing but dogmas.

Fate, or the sense of resignation concerning the future, the feeling of vulnerability in the face of nature, and the concept of time in the mind of ordinary people decide whether one should change.

The attachment one has with family and neighbors, commitments, and concerns are other factors that influence changes.

Finally, it is so complicated to gauge our human beings to know what exactly is on their collective mind.

I, for one, regard human beings as selfish individuals obsessed with their survival, including the survival of their ego and attitude in the form of their family, group, and community that should reflect their personality, work ethics, and way of collective living. Society should also appreciate the change conceived by a particular human being before changing itself, barring a few cases, as with some religious messengers who started religions.

If one’s proposed change is not to others’ liking or would pose a danger to his own family, community interests, and even to himself, then one would isolate, comes out with excuses, or associate themselves with their kith and kin or likeminded people as groups that are safer than being on one’s own and if they are lucky they would become leaders in their own right and would form a formidable opposition to ward off the opposition from other individuals and societies. If one fails, they will flee from the scene to another environment and test the waters there but never abandons the idea to change.

Democracy embraces a variety of mixed ideologies in the conceit. Democracy is fit for all, even though we have been trying to see whether we are good enough for democracy.

It’s hard to say we are materialists, spiritualists, nihilists, and socialists. Or still harder to say we are Communists, existentialists, revisionists, or even republicans or democrats.

The Fear of Public Speaking, Glossophobia

2023-03-23T20:59:00.008-07:00

For about 25 years in my banking service, I never heard this strange word nor had any use for the same. But once I quit the bank, I needed to learn the word glossophobia. It was as though I had this thing right from my childhood. (Mind it, it has nothing to do with milk or wine glasses.) I figured that Glossa in Greek must be tongue. And phobia, as I very well knew, was fear. The new term means fear of speaking in public. During the said act, I was always confident about where to hide my nervous hands. However, my shaking legs would always give me away, coupled with my cold sweat. The fear would start on the day of my impromptu speaking, or before when informed of my schedule, or whenever I saw my case appeared on the cause list of the High Court where I functioned (I mean hardly rather, however, only for a year or so.) I used to be a junior advocate with a Government Pleader. The few words I was supposed to submit aloud before the High Court judge were to appeal to his majesty for a grant of a Passover in the given case as my senior was (would most always be) on his firm and steady legs elsewhere before another judge in one or another courtroom among 40 odd court halls that existed in the same hallowed premises. He had dozens of cases before almost every judge on a typical day. My busy boss had just another junior besides me ( and beside me literally since I used to be afraid to represent myself when I was middle-aged and started my legal career just). Afterward, I worked as a faculty in a university for about seven years, where my management engaged me mostly in writing course materials for the university’s distance learners. Hardly was there any occasion for me to speak in front of the students, except to talk formally to my colleagues to whom I had to give a pep talk daily as the designated official coordinator for the academics. On every occasion, a shiver used to pass down my spine. Reflecting in retrospect, only once, I had stood for about 10 minutes on my legs talking before the judge, after which his honor stuck off our case for good. That was already a gone case and given to me by my boss as maybe he wanted to give me a chance for practice. My assistant at the legal office insisted I merely had read out my arguments from the notes in my sloppy handwriting. Whenever I was supposed to speak before audiences, I rehearsed as always. I always had kept a copy of the speech in my sweating hand and read the contents out while duly raising my head now and then to see if anyone was listening. I also read out my best poems at a poetry meet in Jordon university where I went by mistake). Most of my published poems ( telling the truth, they are on the net, precisely on free sites). To mug up my short-form haikus even, I found it hard to read aloud without looking at the print. All said, ( Did I anything? Rather I wrote down.) I’m at my best in speaking with the help of teleprompters if anyone is interested in engaging me. ( Note: I never saw one before, except imagining one in front of TV newsreaders. :)

My world

2023-03-04T18:39:00.005-08:00

I ended up with the rough end of the stick,

being a bit wet behind the ears,

not to know what just the way of the world is.

Then, it dawned upon me

that the world is all but me,

and what my senses tell me are,

only so much from what these can see

or that’s perhaps the way I wanted.

And hence there is no difference

between the real and perceived worlds.

Therefore I feel it’s better

I kept the world the way I loved it,

also, the way it ought to be!

A tough nut to crack

2023-02-12T17:36:00.005-08:00

We read so much content written in English, regularly from Newspapers, magazines, and paperbacks. (Now, forget the content on signboards, instructions manuals, etc. ) In the process, we come across many words whose meanings we don’t know. Yet we skip referring to the dictionary either because we lack the time or we can still understand the sense or context of the words from the rest of the content. Eventually, we forget that we came across such vocabulary in the text we read just now. Sometimes will have a vague idea of what those difficult words roughly mean in case they are repeated on the same page or somewhere else in that reading. We even ignore and pardon the writers if they are reputed or if the content printed was from a notable publisher or media. Thus, we take our inconvenience in comprehending the vocabulary so lightly and move on. However, if someone from our closer circle like friends, or family uses those words tough enough to us on social media, we feel very embarrassed and try to disclaim our association with them. Besides, we brand them as Shashi Tharoors to their disconcertment, although we notice they disregarded our opinion and keep posting such content with a straight face.

Some of the published articles of Seshu Chamarty

2023-02-09T05:13:00.006-08:00

Weight matters in airports and schools

Why wait for the New Year?

How 'New-Age' Make-believe Differs from the Older Ones

4, Laughter is the Best Medicine,But Keep It Kosher

Pondering the Meaning of Life on Marina Beach

To fly high and light is an art

http://www.newindianexpress.com/columns/article14035.ece

Things that don’t last forever

Talking of New yeartimes

I thought he would be the PM one day

When cycling was my only option

Stampede prevention techniques

16. Refreshing hot baths beyond reach

17. The thirst for a job when fired

18. ME, My phone and the IVRS manoeuvres

19. Why this bias against paan chewing?

20 Come summer it is Avakkai time at home

21. Opening and closing phone calls

22. Mental blocks must crumble one day
Published on 27 January 2011

23. A guilty pleasure we can’t resist
Published on 18 July 2011

24. My meeting with a ‘ghost’ officer
Published on 15 June 2010

25. Peeling coconuts sans injury
Published on 16 March 2011 No.26.

Corruption gains currency in society
Published on 04 July 2012

27. A fortune in a briefcase in a crowded train
Published on 31 August 2012 No. 28

Woman should rule supreme in every family

29. The lives of mannequins, spectators Seshu Cbsr
Published on 11 November 2008

http://www.newindianexpress.com/columns/article3623.ece

30. All-seeing eyes on a high wall

SESHU BSR CHAMARTY

(First published in New Indian Express on 19-5-2008) http://epaper.newindpress.com/ArticleText.aspx?article=19_05_2008_009_004&mode=1

Dropped fear of dogs

2022-12-01T20:52:00.023-08:00

To many, dogs are pretty species. For sure, they came before other pets. Perhaps it was before cats came onto the scene. I love dogs, but only in those still pictures high on the wall. I also loved them in dog shows at arm's length. Yes, that too, as you guessed right, the same thing on the tube, and even celluloid when they looked larger than life. However, seeing them in reality, say, on the roadside, was a daunting experience because they always looked like cross-border decoits that let loose in crowded places.

I hardly ventured outside for fear of facing or passing by a stray dog without them raising their antennae-like ears. It goes without saying that they always sensed my atavistic fear. This was even when I knew that dogs were harmless darlings unless provoked. Anyway, I always failed to stop my adrenaline from shooting up. My first reaction would be to let out a hail of the weirdest of insults, although under my breath at first. Ask me not what they were like, since they are unprintable anyway. Next, my limbs would first get wobbly and heavy sooner. Slowly I would look around for alternate routes to reach my destination, away from the line of vision of the loose canine. (the alternate route was turning back to where I started from). It was like today's VVIP's padayatra or walking campaign with the security personnel in tow passing through by-lanes rerouted when protesters were suspected to be lurking in the corners ahead.

I trace the reason for my inexplicable fear of an incident that took place back in childhood. One day, I was walking to school and had to pass by a litter of just-born puppies. From nowhere, the mother dog pounced on me. It chased me almost to the school, unlike the tamer rhyme version of Mary’s little lamb. My classmates made fun of me for the rest of the year. No doubt, that weird fear stayed with me until my active service ended (perhaps I am not going out much these days ). In the past, someone advised me to raise a pet to reverse my impulse of getting this instinctive fear. Pity, I always lived in apartments, and the neighbors retained their bias towards pets. I wonder why the middle class shuns dogs when the rich and the poor tend to look after dogs fondly.

Humans are the poor masters of pets. Here, I recount a story. At a butcher shop, a man saw a dog buying meat. The creature not only checked on the weight of the cut meat but also took the small change in his mouth. Surprised, our idle onlooker followed the dog to his master. He could not believe his eyes when the dog was on its hind legs and rang the doorbell of its master. The master came out, took the meat, and kicked the dog very hard on his butt. Our man pulled up the owner at his door, "How come you kick such a nice dog?'' The owner replied, ‘See, he forgot the house keys for the third time, and I have to open the door for him’. That is a sample of how some people take pets for granted.

By the way, I have just finished my morning walk, unmindful of sterile street dogs.

Note: Published in earlier version on Silicon India Blogs

Mr.Perfect & Mrs. Beautiful

2022-10-11T05:40:00.003-07:00

Mr.Perfect & Ms. Sexy (published on MSN)

-by Seshu BSR Chamarty Thursday, March 06, 2008

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On this Shivaratri eve, I read a news feature that said a Mr. and another Ms. from Bollywood are titled Mr. Perfect and Ms. Sexy. Great. I am happy about it. But I also thought about all of us out here at our respective homes, i.e., outside the movie business, in the company of our respective, equally, if not lesser, perfect matching partners.

Thinking of partners in the world above us, I cite Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvathi for Mr.Perfect and Mrs.Beautiful. But one may point out that was not Lord Shiva anointed with ash from the burning pyres of the dead. He also sports an unkempt / tangled hairdo that grows up to his feet. This is not to speak of slithering snakes around His neck for slippery jewelry that may raise their hoods occasionally and sometimes menacing. Besides, Shiva drapes a rawhide of the Tiger. I remember our elders saying that without Shiva’s express command, not even an ant will stir to land up in heaven or hell as the case may be”.

Despite all His tardy superficial makeup, or maybe just for it, Goddess-mother Parvathi loves Him as his better half (with due respect to Ganga Ma, who does that in equal measure in drought and floods as well). Lord Shiva may not be appealing entirely as Mr. Perfect as per the current fashions. Neither has he appeared any nearer to Lord Rama who practiced the strictest monogamy. However, Shiva has a redeeming feature that gives him the extra shine which is the crescent, Moon. On the other side of (Arthanareeswara) is Lady Pious, Parvathi (There can not be a holier Goddess in the female pantheon of Goddesses). By the way, she is the real Ms. Beautiful. It’s because she is Nature Herself. At one time, She jumped on fire like Sita to prove a point in Her family as she could not bear an insult. She is everything a woman represents. She is the epitome of every emotion that a woman expresses. She is also the nemesis for everything demonic in humans. To prove this we have a great deal of literature, thinking, and worship about her than for any other Goddess. All this is because she is known as the original and preeminent, for she is the mother of our Triumvirate, Brahma, Vishnu, and Maheshwara.

My point here is to show my knee-jerk reaction to all this celebrity talk about so and so Mr. Perfect to Ms. Beautiful. Let us see the great pairing of Lord Vishnu and Goddess Lakshmi. They are no doubt an ideal couple, cosmetically speaking (not because they live in the cosmos, on the milky ocean). But did not Vishnu undergo the ten incarnations beforehand, some of them have been not quite appealing. In one, he was a dwarf, and in another, he was a Tortoise-- only to give us an example of why all living creatures should be treated as one. By being ugly, he countervailed and balanced the entire earth on his back. Despite being in a midget avatar (like Vaaman), he occupied three worlds in three steps in a single sweep, like a hat trick in cricket.

Lastly, coming to the God Brahma, the originator himself who carries Vedas; he was born with three heads, yet Saraswathi, who is the Goddess of knowledge, loves Him dearly and considers Him as Mr. Perfect, both for his brightness and voice (varchassu and vaakku); the said features get the prefix of Brahma in common parlance namely Brahma varchassu and Brahma Vakku.

Well, while winding up with some conviction, I can say that when all our three Gods and Goddesses worship their respective spouses as Mr. Perfects and Ms. Beautifuls, all the three Gods and Goddesses can hardly think of separation from their cohorts, even for a few moments; thus marking them part of the avatars, none of our men and women outside the movie folks is any less perfect and beautiful to our respective partners. After all, we humans are highly evolved creatures. Aren’t we?

Happiness in doing pleasurable things

2022-07-13T11:54:00.002-07:00

Happiness should be the ultimate goal while aiming for greatness or success. Many times success lies only in a particular activity that gives us happiness. Any success ends in getting us some good results. As we work harder and harder, things desired will be falling in place. The secret behind the sweetness depends on what we pursue that gives us maximum happiness. That is only when the objective is also happiness. In other words, given the choice or chance, we should do activities closer to our hearts. Those may include listening to music, doing a creative job, etc. The caveat is such soft ventures should mostly be without monetary or other tangible returns, except for our sheer pleasure.

If nothing else, the pursuit of happiness is like a train of happiness whizzing past a tree. Here the travel should give to the train rather than the tree or passenger happiness. Hence, pleasure lies in doing pleasurable things that may or may not yield success. The takeaway is that one should do whatever pleases oneself.

Love

2012-06-23T05:41:00.000-07:00

That selfless act towards all things from without, identifying with one's inner self with or without reciprocation--but always satisfying and paying, if not today.

Blame

2012-06-22T21:53:00.001-07:00

Blame is lame, to be used sparingly, even on one's own self.

Delay

2012-06-21T20:00:00.001-07:00

Delay the inevitable.

Preparation

2012-06-21T01:40:00.000-07:00

The way the things are, the way we wanted them to be.

Anger

2012-06-20T01:40:00.000-07:00

When you are angry, guess what reasons others will have to be angry with you.