tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41724311548908931082024-03-19T02:56:13.376-07:00Hakuna MatataHakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase..
It means no worries for the rest of your days
Yeah. It's my motto!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna matata!
I say "Shut Up and Be Happy"Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-34216639846594308612012-12-30T06:11:00.003-08:002012-12-30T06:18:38.829-08:00Blessed Family<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://sphotos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/c0.7.843.403/p843x403/525559_10151313620375734_844094511_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="190" src="http://sphotos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/c0.7.843.403/p843x403/525559_10151313620375734_844094511_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br /></div>
Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-19078023815960182012012-12-30T06:03:00.002-08:002012-12-30T06:03:40.045-08:00What is Life?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://sphotos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/c0.0.843.403/p843x403/385972_10151366691560734_534546862_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/c0.0.843.403/p843x403/385972_10151366691560734_534546862_n.jpg" width="313" /></a></div>
<h3 style="text-align: left;">
<span class="userContent">In Worrying about tasks of life don't forget the purpose of life.</span></h3>
</div>
Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-67803211172339593282012-12-30T06:02:00.000-08:002012-12-30T06:02:00.840-08:00Who am I ?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://sphotos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/c0.0.843.403/p843x403/396995_10151366721515734_2018391225_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="151" src="http://sphotos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/c0.0.843.403/p843x403/396995_10151366721515734_2018391225_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span class="userContent">What can I do to find "Who am I ?"<br /> <br /> Do Nothing!! ;) .You will get it.</span></div>
Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-85672388128344937582012-12-30T06:00:00.003-08:002012-12-30T06:00:43.922-08:00Trasnformation.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://sphotos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/c0.0.843.403/p843x403/282960_10151374317385734_992019026_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="152" src="http://sphotos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/c0.0.843.403/p843x403/282960_10151374317385734_992019026_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<h3 style="text-align: left;">
<span class="userContent">'It takes a little time for the oil lamp to catch fire, but once it catches fire, it burns.'</span></h3>
<h3>
<span class="userContent"></span></h3>
<span class="userContent"> The same goes with the people of this country. They are a little slow in the beginning, but once they begin, they don’t stop.</span><br />
<h4 style="text-align: left;">
<span class="userContent"> <i>The transformation is a gradual process.</i></span></h4>
</div>
Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-49770427697570235302012-12-30T05:57:00.000-08:002012-12-30T05:57:08.173-08:00Searching for High!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKcM15lS6YWrpVrIZCBCybwLXhTzn_xOmtXhJmjrTkcdoOgbw8fqYKsZQ3FLuJIVm4-VOd37GrsMU64S5sx07ZigdLwPQabAgMl8oM_za_9z_TqOACOIiMC1ApoyM-inWNfilc02fNJqc/s1600/How+can+i+be+useful1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKcM15lS6YWrpVrIZCBCybwLXhTzn_xOmtXhJmjrTkcdoOgbw8fqYKsZQ3FLuJIVm4-VOd37GrsMU64S5sx07ZigdLwPQabAgMl8oM_za_9z_TqOACOIiMC1ApoyM-inWNfilc02fNJqc/s320/How+can+i+be+useful1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span class="userContent">Common Sense says that we(Humans) are made up of 5 elements.<br /> <br /> NOW intelligence is Dont say No to Meditation without experience.<br /> I personally tried everything and I chose the highest kick .</span><br />
<span class="userContent"><i><b>Experience the Sudharshan Kriya taught in Art of Living Course.</b></i> </span></div>
Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-23895521227150378372012-12-30T05:52:00.000-08:002012-12-30T05:52:36.640-08:00Why Master?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1uBmLGAg8CCkV6B8NqgYFoQdreyLbPy0oKoddmeofuFfYZy_aQnOayAC_AQ-B2xZJTAkwhs4pNP6N2VGYFSfzw980YecJyoxnXf-zKF35ynY8E8GAKUVTPwiQHHFBz0mDatByqucVljc/s1600/Downloads.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1uBmLGAg8CCkV6B8NqgYFoQdreyLbPy0oKoddmeofuFfYZy_aQnOayAC_AQ-B2xZJTAkwhs4pNP6N2VGYFSfzw980YecJyoxnXf-zKF35ynY8E8GAKUVTPwiQHHFBz0mDatByqucVljc/s320/Downloads.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span class="userContent">To learn an ordinary subject like mathematics,
we need a guide. So on the spiritual path, the need for a guide; a
teacher is so much greater!The Master is the embodiment of wisdom.</span></div>
Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-6540457737460422522012-12-30T05:48:00.002-08:002012-12-30T05:49:22.074-08:00Human Personality<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgusPuU5T_pfVAaC_i4_CghAsVCRzyEquFkeESosYqOMr1b8Ho6gsHuKYTIKlShjus9rjDNt-3KnI3wLaAgfUjdcoiiedc9swhiHkMUOjDc-sWgS6PpgeGCWycRflN9somP01VCN6AJDbU/s1600/Desktop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgusPuU5T_pfVAaC_i4_CghAsVCRzyEquFkeESosYqOMr1b8Ho6gsHuKYTIKlShjus9rjDNt-3KnI3wLaAgfUjdcoiiedc9swhiHkMUOjDc-sWgS6PpgeGCWycRflN9somP01VCN6AJDbU/s320/Desktop.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<h4 style="text-align: left;">
<i><span class="userContent">One of the rarest combinations in the human
personality is the co-existence of confidence and humility. Often people
who are confident are not humble and people with humility are not
confident. Confidence blended with humility is most appre<span class="text_exposed_show">ciated
by everybody.</span></span></i></h4>
<br />
<span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><b>Question:</b> How can confidence be developed in one who is
humble, and humility in one who is confident?</span></span><br />
<b><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Sri Sri: </span></span></b><br />
<span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><b>1.</b>
When you see your life from a bigger context of time and space, then you
realize your life is nothing. </span></span><br />
<span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><b>2.</b> When you are humble, you need to see
that you are unique and dear to the Divine, which brings confidence, and
when you realize you are insignificant, that brings humility. </span></span><br />
<span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><b>3. </b>When
you have a Guru, you cannot be arrogant.Your guru gives you confidence
and also brings humility in you. The weakness in humility, and the
arrogance in confidence are removed. You are left with confidence and
humility! <i><b>-- His Holiness Sri Sri ravishankar.</b></i></span></span></div>
Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-13859232864328256402012-12-30T05:42:00.000-08:002012-12-30T05:42:29.613-08:00Ulitmate Experience of Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2YDHiu3oPIoOIPhqc2ZBv2q4VA5ySFFqXv36LN_uOLepvDdP5a_WIfaG1vuZOe7dIGa-tatVkQAF9zUfeygt3w-zn6H4X4qJP6S1-suS80fLPTKpw7nAF8lyjvsr_b4wLmYhGminYZVc/s1600/Desktop1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2YDHiu3oPIoOIPhqc2ZBv2q4VA5ySFFqXv36LN_uOLepvDdP5a_WIfaG1vuZOe7dIGa-tatVkQAF9zUfeygt3w-zn6H4X4qJP6S1-suS80fLPTKpw7nAF8lyjvsr_b4wLmYhGminYZVc/s400/Desktop1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<span class="userContent">PEACE!! Its inevitable.<br /> Learn how to get it when you are live. Join the art of living course and experience.</span></div>
Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-71101089565343578422012-12-16T08:26:00.001-08:002012-12-16T08:35:03.511-08:00Blessed!!<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Once you realize that you are blessed, then, all the
complaints disappear, all the grumbling disappears, All the insecurities
disappear, A sense of feeling unloved disappears, wanting love disappears... Sri
Sri </i></span></span>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">For most people it
was an ordinary Saturday afternoon in Durban, South Africa. I was at the
airport with my fellow travelling teacher, Akhilesh, and agroup of local people
who wereall dressed in white,with big smiles on their face and looking
impatient as the eagerly awaited His arrival. As time went by the crowd grew
and as more people joined the to see
their beloved Master, the airport began to fill with excitement. Hands were
filled with cameras, flowers, cake and coffee cups. Some<span lang="EN-US"> were</span>in heated discussion with airport security
and others inwhispering secret discussions. </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">As the excitement
reached a pinaccle, He arrived. Walking through the crowd with a few airport
security. The crowd began to throw flowers, singing songs, and paying homage by
perform aarti. In the rush I ended up walking behind Him, as an assistant,
helping to clear the hordes of people that were falling to his feet and
blocking the path. I was getting a strong look from Him, yet somehow unaware of
it. He turned to me and asked in hindi <i>“Tum
kab aaye?”(When did you come?)</i></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i> </i><br />
I too replied in hindi, something which two south Indians actually need not do,
<i>“Guruji July main, Akhilesh ke saath.” (In July, with Akhilesh).</i></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
</div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">He handed me the
many gifts and letters presented to him and told <span lang="EN-US">us </span>to come in other car. So we rushing to the
house where he was staying, lucky it was the same home that was hosting me at
the time.</span></span>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I carried his Asan
and BLACK bag from car, and entered the house.He was in the playful mode
punching my fat stomach with his elbow. We entered his room and he asked how
much time we had before the evening event.It was a long flight which just
landed 1 hr before He was expected to speak infront of 5,000 people, with
hardly a few minutes to freshen up.Once everyone left, he gave a hug and asked both
of us how everything was going in South Africa, we updated Him and then
continued with the evenings commitments.<span lang="EN-US"></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US">After the event we </span>returned
home and he instructed me to inform everyone to go rest because He was going to
do the same<span lang="EN-US">. After I let everyone know of His wishes returned to the His room, only
to find the door closed. Akhilesh was inside and he told me that Guruji asked
not to allow anyone. Respecting his wishes I left His room thinking that Guruji
would now sleep.</span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US">But after some time Akhilesh came back to our room and said that Guruji
wanted him to freshen up and return. I asked,<i>“Can I come?”</i>Akhilesh replied, <i>“No,
I am only asked to come.” </i><br /><br />
</span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US">I kept silent,but that silence was a bitter one. I was thinking <i>“Why not me? I know that He loves me, but maybe
I am not up to his standards!”</i></span></span></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
</div>
<div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;">
<br />
<img class="l-tk photo" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rD5vdxf-nOg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADzI/NiclZOt63cs/s250-c-k/photo.jpg" width="320" /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US">I decided to take a bath for a break from these thoughts. After some
time Akhilesh returned to our room and said that Guruji had gone to sleep, and
that he asked about me.I asked Alkilesh to tell me more, and what excatly
Guruji asked. Akhilesh replied "Dusra khaha hai?" <br />
I felt even worse. More hurt that he did not asked about me by name.</span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US">The next morning we boarded flight to Cape Town. International DSN teacher
Santoshji who was in capetown, was curious and asked about Guruji, the previous
nights event and if I went inside his room. I said,<i>“Everything was good except the last one.”</i>Santoshji replied<i>“Don't worry, you will also get chance.”</i></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US">Later that evening at a hotel in in Cape Town I went to His room wondering
what had happened to Guruji’s omnipresence and omniscience? He didn't even know
my name.The moment I entered his room He said,<i> "Hmm… Deepak Lanka! How are you?"</i><br />
I was blushing, and told Him that I was good and then for 15 minutes we discussed
why my name is Lanka.</span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US">When I went back to my room after a fantastic time with Guruji,I noticed
a status update on BBM from a devotee in Durban. It said…</span></span></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxCYVn4LSHyKFlYJa0FFbgGD3UiF-8qQgAGipWv7Q7SnypEsNqcyJmScSKwCBLYDpRto8tTZ3v_a06WoAgiV-mIGr4p6eiXvFIhBbUU-waMqAkQQ7pq_tp_qFSyz-WzBbC2X9_m0QykJY/s1600/1+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxCYVn4LSHyKFlYJa0FFbgGD3UiF-8qQgAGipWv7Q7SnypEsNqcyJmScSKwCBLYDpRto8tTZ3v_a06WoAgiV-mIGr4p6eiXvFIhBbUU-waMqAkQQ7pq_tp_qFSyz-WzBbC2X9_m0QykJY/s1600/1+(2).jpg" height="272" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="line-height: 115%;">Once you
realize that you are blessed, then, all the complaints disappear, All the
grumbling disappears, All the insecurities disappear, A sense of feeling
unloved disappears, Wanting love disappears... Sri Sri</span></b><span lang="EN-US"></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></i></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US">Her profile picture was Guruji taken the previous day, and in the photo
standing behind Him was me. I got the message LOUD and CLEAR! It was for me and
I realized how Blessed I am to be choosen by Him and be in this path of love.</span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US">There are billions of people on the planet at the moment, let alone how
many billions that existed throughout history. Just the opportunity to be alive
at the same time as an Enlightened Master is a Blessing! To be one of the rare
few to have stepped onto this path of love is a Blessing! And to be in the
presence of the Divine itself is the greatest Blessing of all! When we realise
how blessed we really are, then all those thoughts and feelings of separation
simply dissolve. When we realise that we are the rare, chosen few… Ahhhh…
Bliss!</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US">JaiGurudev</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US">Deepak Lanka</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US">(AOL Faculty) </span></span></span></div>
Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-35907168725935719692010-01-15T06:36:00.000-08:002010-01-15T06:42:12.437-08:00EK BAAR<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNNTqHDnx8b3hmXOUS2TQHVaUI5Z7nO0f7zyLnf_qucZXX-YYs8QKD-LeCHaF-x6zQy5A4oUGsZVcS23OUfajwqdvA4v3ZdNSRobm1itoWxFZsrBV-KyrZ7YqbULfNpW-6R6tq3nhFw7Q/s1600-h/Recovered_Bmp_281.BMP"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNNTqHDnx8b3hmXOUS2TQHVaUI5Z7nO0f7zyLnf_qucZXX-YYs8QKD-LeCHaF-x6zQy5A4oUGsZVcS23OUfajwqdvA4v3ZdNSRobm1itoWxFZsrBV-KyrZ7YqbULfNpW-6R6tq3nhFw7Q/s400/Recovered_Bmp_281.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426976763845662786" /></a><br />Ek baar ankhon mein ank daalke to dekho, pyaar jalakta hai ki nahin<br />Ek kadam badake to dekho, raah milta hai ki nahin! milta hai na?<br />Ek baar haath batake tho dekho, kaam hota hai ki nahin!<br />ek baar muskurake tho dekho, duniya apnata hai ki nahin!<br />ek baar naam lekhe to dekho, jeevan safal hota hai ki nahin!Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-25184768045552518482009-11-26T00:00:00.001-08:002009-11-26T00:00:31.564-08:00Message for Youth<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C2qSv-TxDhs&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C2qSv-TxDhs&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-13789553974474124592009-11-05T18:41:00.000-08:002009-11-05T22:41:55.436-08:00Mom's BirthdayYesterday was my amma's birthday !!<br />but was too lazy to write the post :(<br />In the evening I got her new pics of birthday so this is the perfect time..<br />She is the well educated person in the family with two master degrees,she has brilliant skills in financial management. The family is because of her Love and unconditional care.<br />She is a super entertainer in the whole family . In all our family marriages she is the person who no one can miss . I got this imitating genes from her :) ..<br />All my friends and cousins say that I imitate alot of people and she imitates me to the core..hilarious jokes & pranks on me..<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400874944402251282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8loNzU4ZbyNb28QSwbKCL982Hh_FlO6XpoboA8ez-Z4zN-7qf5UCohzkfUD-kWGn3s9jCF9WnzrVLOumc0B1k23VUCqLkJPalMYDBX6_kMNjyFhKtGg096Y248w4v-0wihH1iIbZdmyQ/s400/bharathi+birthday+025.jpg" border="0" /> I try all the means to hide something naughty from her and she could just find out easily and u knw what happens next :(<br />For all the major things in my life she is the person who I have fought to get my things done : ) and also the person who supported the most.<br />We both have most of the genes common like roaming around ,travel , social activities ,imitating and some opposite natures like i dont how to save money and she is best in it .<br />She lives a chilled out life.. and she always contribute to the family and also the ppl around her..<br /><br />Love you mom<br />DeepuDeepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-46908441573131141932009-11-04T04:08:00.000-08:002009-11-04T04:29:44.490-08:00Simple realizationJust got it..so i thought let me pen it down before it get losts in thoughts<br />Mind keeps telling this is good this is bad ,I want it and I dont want it , I am only good & I am no good.<br />Instead of getting lost in this constant decision making process about thoughts and oneselfs ..simply observing the repetition of these patterns is very interesting..<br />like nature of feelings are short span ,they come and after some time they go ,but worry eats oneself for a longer period of time.<br />mind worry about negative thoughts only not about positive thoughts,<br />doubts: they are always come on something postive,not on negative<br />Mind wanders past and future , this is known only in the present<br /><br />Wow everything ends where it started, so it is not linear it is circular ...<br />enjoy!! enough knowledge for the day.<br /><br />have to go for Nav Chetna Shibir .. this post i wrote for myself to remember..if u want to comment well and good.<br /><br />Love<br />DeepuDeepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-68171509157134162122009-10-23T04:57:00.000-07:002009-10-23T05:06:44.316-07:00Why Temples ?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.come2india.org/images/great-living-chola-temples.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.come2india.org/images/great-living-chola-temples.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Q: God is present every where ,why there are so many temples ?</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sri Sri : Yes,Air is also present every where ,some time to feel we need FANS ... :)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://drjamesgalyon.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/blowing_wind.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 505px; height: 274px;" src="http://drjamesgalyon.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/blowing_wind.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Love<br />Deepu :)Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-77801942288851240792009-09-11T04:56:00.000-07:002009-09-11T06:28:39.166-07:00Friend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQh_FW_YwM7h2w-ImDiV5M76_NrFeAWnH_a_0w1_2R5foO-22-gFJ1A5wL_wquKFuCM4YVUy1vmxTMJh8Oj_MFk7nyFzD2Rlkc4OPOxTFmCzjmCpV3O2KYIIr2bQYU6elKP66CvJcn_Po/s1600-h/ar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQh_FW_YwM7h2w-ImDiV5M76_NrFeAWnH_a_0w1_2R5foO-22-gFJ1A5wL_wquKFuCM4YVUy1vmxTMJh8Oj_MFk7nyFzD2Rlkc4OPOxTFmCzjmCpV3O2KYIIr2bQYU6elKP66CvJcn_Po/s320/ar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380186381701307298" /></a><br />He is My close friend ...<div><br /><div>we shared , played & celebrated together..</div><div><br /></div><div>He gave me a SHOCK at last..! </div><div><br /></div><div>Shock which left me empty for a moment..! That is he no more.</div><div><br /></div><div>You are great and I Love you Arun..!</div><div><br /></div><div>Love</div><div>Deepak</div></div>Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-43574953622440904622009-08-31T23:18:00.000-07:002009-08-31T23:25:59.445-07:00Attitue<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xCzv44weXM8/R6cVlgnlN4I/AAAAAAAAAxI/AetPkelBMiw/f867re2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xCzv44weXM8/R6cVlgnlN4I/AAAAAAAAAxI/AetPkelBMiw/f867re2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(211, 165, 161); font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 21px; ">"Look backward with gratitude, upward confidence and forward with hope"</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xCzv44weXM8/R6GSfAnlJaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cAtafXQHmp4/Ahhha.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xCzv44weXM8/R6GSfAnlJaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cAtafXQHmp4/Ahhha.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(211, 165, 161); font-weight: bold; line-height: 21px; font-family:georgia;font-size:19px;"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;color:#D3A5A1;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:48px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:7;color:#D3A5A1;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:48px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></div>Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-61660736537383149872009-08-31T01:39:00.000-07:002009-09-01T00:18:07.595-07:003 Principles for Meditation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mandalas.com/Agape_Show/images/buddhas_blue_meditation.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 577px; height: 761px;" src="http://www.mandalas.com/Agape_Show/images/buddhas_blue_meditation.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"><div>I was going through the question answers with Guruji..found this fantastic answer by him...</div><div><br /></div><div>happy reading !!</div><div><br /></div><b><i>Q.</i></b> During meditation my mind wanders a lot. When will it settle down?<br /><b><i>Sri Sri:</i></b> The mind does not wander, it is in search of more and more. This thirst for more will lead to the Supreme Self.<br />One glimpse of the self is enough to lead you back. At least you are aware that the mind wanders. This is a big thing. Sometimes people don’t even know this. Once you know this, it means it will come back.<br /><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;">Desires take you farther away from the Self. Small small desires can disturb your meditation. When you sit down to meditate, tell yourself that at this time<b><i> “I want nothing”</i></b>. The second is to tell yourself <b>“I do nothing”</b>. The third sutra (principle) is <b><i>“I am nothing”</i></b>. Do not think that you have to meditate, just sit and be hollow and empty. You do not have to make any kind of attempt. These three sutras are very important.<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:7;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:48px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:7;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:48px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div>Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-55005039994560231942009-08-19T00:59:00.001-07:002009-08-19T01:12:01.749-07:00YES!+ DSN<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVLfbrhph5GshyphenhyphenOpBAK1xD4xUTirL3_ZUVN5BK-ln1WIg5Tod6MN4jY3wlj8F3i8PwhSh-sUiTVwXjGSUx37IrIYmKIYJmrjuM-jhoyjeL95gWPPPoL5DBgcnJdwncxvJeU4TeurRdV7g/s1600-h/dsn.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVLfbrhph5GshyphenhyphenOpBAK1xD4xUTirL3_ZUVN5BK-ln1WIg5Tod6MN4jY3wlj8F3i8PwhSh-sUiTVwXjGSUx37IrIYmKIYJmrjuM-jhoyjeL95gWPPPoL5DBgcnJdwncxvJeU4TeurRdV7g/s400/dsn.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371582316959356098" /></a>Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-4703827087731706532009-07-31T00:19:00.001-07:002009-07-31T00:32:24.320-07:00Business TripA man boards a flight from Delhi to Mumbai and takes his seat. As he settles in, he glances up and sees a gorgeous woman boarding the plane.<br /><br />He soon realizes she's heading straight towards his seat. Lo and behold, she takes the seat right next to his.<br /><br />Eager to strike up a conversation, he asks 'Business trip or vacation?' She turns, smiles, and says, 'Business. I'm going to the annual Sexologists Convention.'<br /><br />He swallows hard. Here is the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen, sitting next to him, and she's a sexologist! Struggling to contain his excitement and maintain his composure, he calmly asks, 'What's your business role at this convention?'<br /><br />'Lecturer,' she says, 'I use my experience to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality.'<br /><br />'Really?' he says, swallowing hard. 'What m-m-m-myths are those?'<br /><br />'Well,' she explains, 'one popular myth is that African men are the best endowed when, in fact, it's the Tamilian who is most likely to possess that trait. Another popular myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers, whereas actually it is the Bengali. However, we have found that the best potential lover in all categories is the Sardar.'<br /><br />Suddenly, the woman becomes a little uncomfortable and blushes. 'I'm sorry,' she says, 'I shouldn't be discussing this with you. I don't even know your name!'<br /><br />' Venkatraman !' the man blurts out. ' Venkatraman Mukherjee ! But all my friends call me Joginder Singh<br /><br /><div>:)</div>Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-29443517338622926682009-07-30T00:15:00.000-07:002009-07-30T00:16:17.317-07:00Main Tera<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKFR2ILD57Q&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKFR2ILD57Q&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-19544002629322646752009-07-28T02:45:00.000-07:002009-07-28T02:46:26.063-07:00Inspirational song..<object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Kc8YvCNFQU&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Kc8YvCNFQU&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-7503129657561075182009-07-28T02:32:00.001-07:002009-07-28T02:48:22.152-07:00YES!+<object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8yzfaoItoe4&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8yzfaoItoe4&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-75705037606360547862009-06-15T11:36:00.000-07:002009-06-15T19:12:02.835-07:00MONEY MATTERs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/money.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 589px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/money.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Hi all,<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Today I was thinking about money matters,wealth and propery . I realized that if we earn money only for ourselves and not be generous, life becomes boring and insecure.<br />Earn lot of money, have big house and vehilces and be generous to share it with others .<br />My close friend bharath got admission in B School and he is moving out of chennai .No one in his family is going to use it further. He choose to give it to Art of Living so that the bike can be used for sewa .That kind of unshakable faith in the organization and generousity for giving it to sewa is an example for faith in action.<br /><br />I see people refuse to give lift in a lonely place, just because of their mental blocks. Here we see people who would share their belongings with such love and gratitude . I feel blessed being with my Master who is providing whatever is needed and the organization which share and also care for the world.<br /><br />I am very happy that Bharath (India) has got her glory back .<br /><br />Share and Celebrate every moment in life !<br /><br /><br />Love<br />Deepu<br /><br /></div>Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-28443005034865502862009-05-31T22:45:00.000-07:002009-05-31T23:24:03.614-07:00Story<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/66/160791405_1e793843fd.jpg?v=0"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/66/160791405_1e793843fd.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Long long ago, there was a master and a disciple.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">They were crossing the river and they saw a lady finding difficult to cross.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The master sees the girl and takes her on his shoulders and crosses the river .. :)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> The disciple gets confused and puzzled by the actions of the master</span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Later he asks the master </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> "Master we are sadhu's (bharmhachari's) we are not supposed to touch the women , why did you carry her across the river?"</span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Master: "My Dear boy , I have left her long back , you are still carrying her (in mind ),when are you going to leave her?"</span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Ps comment the moral of the story ?</span></o:p></span></p>Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4172431154890893108.post-24463778857410601852009-05-27T06:25:00.000-07:002009-05-27T06:28:01.217-07:00Next Generation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBqbQV1o_zwlpHvIk9MZBXsIxES7qs9WqQKpFevFT3aNiVGX39MXYtP2Dp0wWymFNQLdXdrQotVv9LRgqLOeMIW2mq7yXKj97OCPDjoM5H6Ug2lTFhY46jCU5tAkuCXBNKMgzj9tilwrY/s1600-h/DSC04901.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBqbQV1o_zwlpHvIk9MZBXsIxES7qs9WqQKpFevFT3aNiVGX39MXYtP2Dp0wWymFNQLdXdrQotVv9LRgqLOeMIW2mq7yXKj97OCPDjoM5H6Ug2lTFhY46jCU5tAkuCXBNKMgzj9tilwrY/s400/DSC04901.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340494829158198594" /></a><br />My niece and nephew.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><div><br /></div><div>Love </div><div>Deepu<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><br /></div>Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13313516975610730544noreply@blogger.com0