<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29744037</id><updated>2011-10-25T02:05:12.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scatterbrain</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistlingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744037/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistlingwords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>krispa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08743363953678970012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29744037.post-136881904074783414</id><published>2007-08-09T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T02:47:43.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From Bhagavatham &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord Vishnu is just like a great tree, and all others, including the demigods, men, Siddhas, Caranas, Vidyadharas and other living entities, are like branches, twigs and leaves of that tree. By pouring water on the root of the tree, all the parts of the tree are automatically nourished. Only those branches and leaves which are detached cannot be so satisfied. Detached branches and leaves dry up gradually despite all watering attempts. Similarly, human society, when it is detached from the Personality of Godhead like detached branches and leaves, is not capable of being watered, and one attempting to do so is simply wasting his energy and resources."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For self-realization, the people in Satya-yuga, living a lifetime of a hundred thousand years, were able to perform prolonged meditation. And in Treta-yuga, when the duration of life was ten thousand years, self-realization was attained by performance of great sacrifice. And in the Dvapara-yuga, when the duration of life was one thousand years, self-realization was attained by worship of the Lord. But in the Kali-yuga, the maximum duration of life being one hundred years only and that combined with various difficulties, the recommended process of self-realization is that of hearing and chanting of the holy name, fame, and pastimes of the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone tries to make a permanent plan for happiness, but everyone is baffled by the laws of material nature&lt;br /&gt;Therefore the materialistic world is called the darkest region of God's creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole world is full of questions and answers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29744037-136881904074783414?l=whistlingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistlingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/136881904074783414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29744037&amp;postID=136881904074783414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744037/posts/default/136881904074783414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744037/posts/default/136881904074783414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistlingwords.blogspot.com/2007/08/lord-vishnu-is-just-like-great-tree-and.html' title=''/><author><name>krispa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08743363953678970012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29744037.post-420650800363322778</id><published>2007-08-09T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T02:48:24.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bhagavad Gita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If a man's brain can produce a space satellite, one can very easily imagine how brains higher than man can produce similarly wonderful things which are far superior"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Vedas contain regulated principles of knowledge covering social, political, religious, economic, military, medicinal, chemical, physical and metaphysical subject matter and all that may be necessary to keep the body and soul together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the revealed scriptures the following twelve varieties of rasas are enumerated: (1) raudra (anger), (2) adbhuta (wonder), (3) sringara (conjugal love), (4) hasya (comedy), (5) vira (chivalry), (6) daya (mercy), (7) dasya (servitorship), (8) sakhya (fraternity), (9) bhayanaka (horror), (10) bibhatsa (shock), (11) santa (neutrality), (12) vatsalya (parenthood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sum total of all these rasas is called affection or love"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29744037-420650800363322778?l=whistlingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistlingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/420650800363322778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29744037&amp;postID=420650800363322778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744037/posts/default/420650800363322778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744037/posts/default/420650800363322778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistlingwords.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-mans-brain-can-produce-space.html' title=''/><author><name>krispa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08743363953678970012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29744037.post-116488833671539804</id><published>2006-11-30T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T04:05:36.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some of the &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=16352&amp;tid=2498799689214745432&amp;amp;start=1"&gt;Bhagavad Gita shlokas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore do your prescribed work, for doing some work is better than doing no work at all. Without work it is not possible to even maintain the physical body."&lt;br /&gt;[Chapter 3 Verse 8]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Works in this world can cause bondage unless done with a sense of sacrifice. Therefore, O son of Kunti, perform your actions for the sake of sacrifice only, free from attachment."&lt;br /&gt;[Chapter 3 Verse 9]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Yogi who is established in his Self and who is even minded all the time and at all the places develops the equal vision where by he sees the Self in all beings and all beings in the Self."&lt;br /&gt;[Chapter 6 Verse 29]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He who sees Me everywhere and all Me, I am not lost to him, nor he is lost to Me."&lt;br /&gt;[Chapter 6 Verse 30]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fearlessness, excessive Sattva (purity), preoccupied with knowledge and yoga, charity, self-control, rituals and worship, study of scriptures, penance and simplicity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Non-cruelty, truthfulness, without anger, self-sacrificing nature, peace of mind, being non-critical, compassionate to all beings, without greed, gentle, modest, firm-minded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intelligence, forgiving nature, fortitude, cleanliness, without envy, without egoistic pride- these O Bharata are the riches (virtues) of those born with divine nature."&lt;br /&gt;[Chapter 16 Verse 1, 2 &amp; 3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pomposity, exaggerated self-importance, pride in one self, anger, rudeness and ignorance, are the property (vices ) of the those born with undivine nature."&lt;br /&gt;[Chapter 16 Verse 4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The knower of truth who is established in the yoga thinks," I am not doing anything at all", while seeing, hearing, touching, smelling, tasting, walking, dreaming and breathing." [Chapter 5 Verse 8]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29744037-116488833671539804?l=whistlingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistlingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116488833671539804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29744037&amp;postID=116488833671539804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744037/posts/default/116488833671539804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744037/posts/default/116488833671539804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistlingwords.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-of-bhagavad-gita-shlokas.html' title=''/><author><name>krispa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08743363953678970012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29744037.post-116037352818121535</id><published>2006-10-08T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:59:13.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bhagavad Gita As It Is - Chapter 18 Text 51-53&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buddhya visuddhaya yukto&lt;br /&gt;dhrtyatmanam niyamya ca&lt;br /&gt;sabdadin visayams tyaktva&lt;br /&gt;raga-dvesau vyudasya ca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivikta-sevi laghv-asi&lt;br /&gt;yata-vak-kaya-manasah&lt;br /&gt;dhyana-yoga-paro nityam&lt;br /&gt;vairagyam samupasritah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahankaram balam darpam&lt;br /&gt;kamam krodham parigraham&lt;br /&gt;vimucya nirmamah santo&lt;br /&gt;brahma-bhuyaya kalpate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buddhya--with the intelligence; visuddhaya--fully purified; yuktah--engaged; dhrtya--by determination; atmanam--the self; niyamya--regulating; ca--also; sabda-adin--such as sound; visayan--the sense objects; tyaktva--giving up; raga--attachment; dvesau--and hatred; vyudasya--laying aside; ca--also; vivikta-sevi--living in a secluded place; laghu-asi--eating a small quantity; yata--having controlled; vak--speech; kaya--body; manasah--and mind; dhyana-yoga-parah--absorbed in trance; nityam--twenty-four hours a day; vairagyam--detachment; samupasritah--having taken shelter of; ahankaram--false ego; balam--false strength; darpam--false pride; kamam--lust; krodham--anger; parigraham--and acceptance of material things; vimucya--being delivered from; nirmamah--without a sense of proprietorship; santah--peaceful; brahma-bhuyaya--for self-realization; kalpate--is qualified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSLATION&lt;br /&gt;Being purified by his intelligence and controlling the mind with determination, giving up the objects of sense gratification, being freed from attachment and hatred, one who lives in a secluded place, who eats little, who controls his body, mind and power of speech, who is always in trance and who is detached, free from false ego, false strength, false pride, lust, anger, and acceptance of material things, free from false proprietorship, and peaceful--such a person is certainly elevated to the position of self-realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PURPORT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one is purified by intelligence, he keeps himself in the mode of goodness. Thus one becomes the controller of the mind and is always in trance. He is not attached to the objects of sense gratification, and he is free from attachment and hatred in his activities. Such a detached person naturally prefers to live in a secluded place, he does not eat more than what he requires, and he controls the activities of his body and mind. He has no false ego because he does not accept the body as himself. Nor has he a desire to make the body fat and strong by accepting so many material things. Because he has no bodily concept of life, he is not falsely proud. He is satisfied with everything that is offered to him by the grace of the Lord, and he is never angry in the absence of sense gratification. Nor does he endeavor to acquire sense objects. Thus when he is completely free from false ego, he becomes nonattached to all material things, and that is the stage of self-realization of Brahman. That stage is called the brahma-bhuta stage. When one is free from the material conception of life, he becomes peaceful and cannot be agitated. This is described in Bhagavad-gita (2.70):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apuryamanam acala-pratistham&lt;br /&gt;samudram apah pravisanti yadvat&lt;br /&gt;tadvat kama yam pravisanti sarve&lt;br /&gt;sa santimn apnoti na kama-kami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A person who is not disturbed by the incessant flow of desires--that enter like rivers into the ocean, which is ever being filled but is always still--can alone achieve peace, and not the man who strives to satisfy such desires."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29744037-116037352818121535?l=whistlingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistlingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116037352818121535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29744037&amp;postID=116037352818121535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744037/posts/default/116037352818121535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744037/posts/default/116037352818121535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistlingwords.blogspot.com/2006/10/bhagavad-gita-as-it-is-chapter-18-text.html' title=''/><author><name>krispa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08743363953678970012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29744037.post-115865655738160032</id><published>2006-09-19T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T02:02:37.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1845/3177/1600/pic_office_engineer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1845/3177/320/pic_office_engineer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A nice article by some software engineer ...worth reading .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;ONE BEDROOM FLAT... WRITTEN  BY AN INDIAN SOFTWARE ENGINEER...- A Bitter Reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the dream of  most parents I had acquired a degree in Software Engineering and joined a  company based in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;USA&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, the land of braves and  opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;USA&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, it  was as if a dream had come true. Here   at last I was in the place where I  want to be. I decided I would be staying in this country for about Five  years in which time I would have earned enough money to settle down in  &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was a  government employee and after his retirement, the only asset he could  acquire was a decent one bedroom flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do something more  than him. I started feeling homesick and lonely as the time passed. I used to  call home and speak to my parents every week using cheap international  phone cards. Two years passed, two years  of Burgers at McDonald's and  pizzas and discos and 2 years watching the foreign exchange rate getting  happy whenever the Rupee value went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I decided to get  married.  I told my parents that I have only 10 days of holidays and  everything must be done within these 10 days. I got my ticket booked in  the cheapest flight. Was jubilant and was actually enjoying hopping for  gifts for all my friends back home.?  If I miss anyone then  there will be  talks.  After reaching home I spent home one week going through all the  photographs of girls and as the time was getting shorter&lt;br /&gt;I was forced to  select one candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have  to get married in  2-3 days, as I will not get anymore holidays.  After  the marriage, it was time to return to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;USA&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;,  after giving some money to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after  them, we returned to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;USA&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife enjoyed this  country for about two months and then she started feeling lonely.  The  frequency of calling &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; increased to twice in  a week sometimes 3 times a week. Our savings started  diminishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two more years we started to have kids. Two lovely  kids, a boy and a girl, were gifted to us by the almighty.  Every time I  spoke to my parents, they asked me to come to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;  so that they can see their grand-children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I decide to go  to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. But part work part  monetary&lt;br /&gt;conditions prevented it.  Years went by and visiting &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;  was a distant dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;Then suddenly one day I got a message that my parents  were seriously sick.  I  tried but I couldn't get any holidays and thus could  not go to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt; The next message I got  was my parents had passed away and as there was no one to do the last  rights the society members had done whatever they could.  I  was depressed.  My parents had passed away without seeing their  grand children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After couple more years passed away, much to my  children's dislike and my wife's joy we returned to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;  to settle down. I started to look for a  suitable property, but to my dismay  my savings were short and the property prices had gone up during all these  years. I had to return to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;USA&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife refused to come  back with me and my children refused to stay in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.   My 2 children and I returned to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;USA&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; after promising my wife  I would be back for good after two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by, my  daughter decided to get married to an American and my son was happy living  in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;USA&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.  I decided that had enough and  wound-up every  thing and returned to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.  I had just enough money to buy a decent 02 bedroom flat in a  well-developed locality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out  of the flat is for the routine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife  has also left me and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;gone to the holy  abode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wondered was it worth all this?  My father, even  after&lt;br /&gt;staying in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, had a house to his name and I  too have the same nothing more. I lost my parents and children for just  ONE EXTRA BEDROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out from the window I see a lot of children  dancing.  This&lt;br /&gt;damned cable TV has spoiled our new generation and these  children are losing their values and culture because of it.  I get  occasional cards from my children asking I am alright.  Well at least they  remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbours again who  will be performing my last rights, God Bless them. But the question  still&lt;br /&gt;remains 'was all this worth it?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;I am still searching for an  answer................!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29744037-115865655738160032?l=whistlingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistlingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115865655738160032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29744037&amp;postID=115865655738160032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744037/posts/default/115865655738160032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744037/posts/default/115865655738160032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistlingwords.blogspot.com/2006/09/nice-article-by-some-software-engineer.html' title=''/><author><name>krispa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08743363953678970012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29744037.post-115520991804063522</id><published>2006-08-10T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T04:42:29.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;left-brain/right-brain conflict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q&gt;We have heard many instances where in people say that they had actually foreseen some place or some instances, which they later came across in real life.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually sometimes confused to be a vision of the future. But science explains it and is popularly called as the "left-brain/right-brain conflict".&lt;br /&gt;Here the data you get through your visual sense has to go to both the left and right brain. If there is even a small delay in the data reaching one of the brains i.e if it doesnt occur simultaneously then the data that reached one of the brains suddenly becomes past. So when your other brain gets this same data it recognizes it to be past and gives u the feeling that the incident has already occured&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29744037-115520991804063522?l=whistlingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistlingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115520991804063522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29744037&amp;postID=115520991804063522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744037/posts/default/115520991804063522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744037/posts/default/115520991804063522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistlingwords.blogspot.com/2006/08/left-brainright-brain-conflict-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>krispa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08743363953678970012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29744037.post-115434758951220758</id><published>2006-07-31T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T05:08:26.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this word falls on my ears ....my mind goes to a state  which is hard to control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yogachander , I meet this guy in my 2nd year of Eng ..He was the last person to enter the class always,but he was the topper in our class.&lt;br /&gt;little i kno abt this guy abt ...but i was a admirer of this person who used to be so brillant.&lt;br /&gt;Cool,Calm and intelligent was our yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all passed out of the ENG.He was one among the topper in our class..&lt;br /&gt;Days went by.....got a news from one of my frnd that Yoga had blood cancer. :(&lt;br /&gt;He was suffering from Blood cancer from 6 years or so ...But nobdy knew abt it in our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been to kidwas hospital to meet him after hearing the news .&lt;br /&gt;We ver in tears  when we saw Yoga vomiting blood over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was bck to home but still suffering ,he got a job in satyam in hyd but still .....&lt;br /&gt;he was so eager to work in big s/w comps like most of us....but ..god did not give him a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been to his house to just meet him once ....he was same ,jovial,calm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called in "KP hengidiya maga ...yeli kelsa madtha idiya ? yavder mele kelsa "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year back we got the news from my frnd that Yoga is no more ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more saddening that none of us be there when he breathed his last on&lt;br /&gt;sat,8 Jan 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May his soul rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm......:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all miss you Yoga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29744037-115434758951220758?l=whistlingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistlingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115434758951220758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29744037&amp;postID=115434758951220758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744037/posts/default/115434758951220758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744037/posts/default/115434758951220758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistlingwords.blogspot.com/2006/07/yoga-when-this-word-falls-on-my-ears.html' title=''/><author><name>krispa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08743363953678970012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29744037.post-115285732221205481</id><published>2006-07-13T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:08:42.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y do people  blogg ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it becoz they cant tell all the things to some one ?&lt;br /&gt;To know abt their thoughts w.r.t to others ?&lt;br /&gt;Time pass ?&lt;br /&gt;Best place to spread there thoughts ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still dono y ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that matter to know y people blog....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god knows ...anyway this is my first post.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29744037-115285732221205481?l=whistlingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whistlingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115285732221205481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29744037&amp;postID=115285732221205481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744037/posts/default/115285732221205481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29744037/posts/default/115285732221205481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whistlingwords.blogspot.com/2006/07/y-do-people-blogg-is-it-becoz-they.html' title=''/><author><name>krispa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08743363953678970012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
