<?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-36415068</id><updated>2011-08-05T14:22:26.817-06:00</updated><category term='sangItam'/><category term='gItopadeSam'/><category term='haiku'/><category term='dharma'/><category term='bakwaas'/><title type='text'>srOtaswini</title><subtitle type='html'>'srotass' means flow of a river. srotaswini is the name of a river and is also a rare raga of Carnatic music.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sirisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15692982134034704716</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36415068.post-465255751308433049</id><published>2007-09-25T15:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T15:19:30.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Man se rAvaN jo nikAle, rAm uske man mein hain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8U30KvMS1Jk/Rvl6YKBQdAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mggFoGOsMHc/s1600-h/ramparivar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114253407280985090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8U30KvMS1Jk/Rvl6YKBQdAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mggFoGOsMHc/s320/ramparivar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;rAm, just uttering His name is equivalent to chanting thousand names of vishNu. He is our ideal hero, an ideal king, husband, son, brother. Above all, he is the epitome of our vedAnta. His story shows us how our Vedas perfectly unify religion, morals and societal values. Everything boils down to good vs. evil allowing one to categorize both materialistic and spiritual gains. In doing so, you pave a path to reach those higher goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuddha brahma parAtpara rAm – he is the pure brahmAn. Anyone who becomes in to pure brahmAn becomes rAm. Such purity and kindness can only flourish with selflessness. He is the selfless thought. He is the benevolent act of charity. He is that infinitesimal moment of time when the mind does not wander. He is the blue that the eyes see in the colorless sky. He is the unborn cry that is ever waiting to express for the mind. He is the blazing fire that takes us in when one life journey begets another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so close to us, within us. Every gRhiNi is sItA and every husband is rAm…yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Karunanidhi_minces_no_words_on_Lord_Ram/articleshow/2382780.cms"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; ask for proof. The eyes are always wandering to see outside hence he is not visible when the mind eye is clouded with arishaDvargAs (mada matsarya kama krodha lobha moha). Let rAm nAm be the sole mantra, reminding all senses the code of conduct that he has set for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36415068-465255751308433049?l=srotaswini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/feeds/465255751308433049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36415068&amp;postID=465255751308433049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/465255751308433049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/465255751308433049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/2007/09/man-se-ravan-jo-nikale-ram-uske-man.html' title='Man se rAvaN jo nikAle, rAm uske man mein hain!'/><author><name>Sirisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15692982134034704716</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8U30KvMS1Jk/Rvl6YKBQdAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mggFoGOsMHc/s72-c/ramparivar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36415068.post-7871225336050475143</id><published>2007-06-01T10:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T13:59:52.217-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bakwaas'/><title type='text'>Astraphobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lightningsafety.noaa.gov/photos/Hrabos-bw_night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://www.lightningsafety.noaa.gov/photos/Hrabos-bw_night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Astraphobia is fear of thunder and lightning. On set of summer brings thunderstorms. Where I live, thunderstorms occur almost everyday and of course, every night. Nights are dreadful with anticipation of hearing the next clap of the thunder while trying to sleep. I don’t think I am scared of it like small children are. Kids usually hide under the beds to avoid hearing and seeing the thunder and lightning. In my case, I think I am just startled, but to a high extent. The sound is just too loud for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Pardon my scientific ignorance, but I always thought that thunder occurs when two clouds collide. Apparently, the theories have changed over the centuries. We are now supposed to believe that when hot air gushes to fill the void caused by preceding lightning, a bang like sound is produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ligyrophobia is fear of loud sounds, specifically unexpected ones. But in the case of thunder, I see the lightning first and the atmosphere gives an unmistakable hint as well. Yet, I am startled every time. Wikipedia says one way of curing this loud sound phobia (in my case only thunders) is to undergo hypnosis. I would rather stuff my ears with cotton than put my senses in someone else’s hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36415068-7871225336050475143?l=srotaswini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/feeds/7871225336050475143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36415068&amp;postID=7871225336050475143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/7871225336050475143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/7871225336050475143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/2007/06/astraphobia.html' title='Astraphobia'/><author><name>Sirisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15692982134034704716</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-36415068.post-1805480098771986225</id><published>2007-05-06T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T20:50:41.138-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku'/><title type='text'>SkyFlower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.almostedenplants.com/shopping/images/wpe4C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.almostedenplants.com/shopping/images/wpe4C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span chatdir="2"&gt;&lt;span chatindex="A6ACC7100A00DEAE36"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;vikasita tarupankti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span chatdir="2"&gt;&lt;span chatindex="A6ACC7100A00DEAE36"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;vasantakAle ambArupushpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span chatdir="2"&gt;&lt;span chatindex="A6ACC7100A00DEAE36"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuntalet dhAryAmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span chatdir="2"&gt;&lt;span chatindex="A6ACC7100A00DEAE36"&gt;------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span chatdir="2"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span chatindex="A6ACC7100A00DEAE36"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;budding trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span chatdir="2"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span chatindex="A6ACC7100A00DEAE36"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spring flower in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span chatdir="2"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span chatindex="A6ACC7100A00DEAE36"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wear it on my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36415068-1805480098771986225?l=srotaswini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/feeds/1805480098771986225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36415068&amp;postID=1805480098771986225' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/1805480098771986225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/1805480098771986225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/2007/05/vikasita-tarupankti-vasantakale.html' title='SkyFlower'/><author><name>Sirisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15692982134034704716</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36415068.post-3067384509026096445</id><published>2007-05-04T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T11:45:27.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bhaNe narsaiyyo tenu darshan karta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;vaishNav jan to tene kahiye je&lt;br /&gt;pID parAyi jANe re&lt;br /&gt;par-dukhkhe upkAr kare toye&lt;br /&gt;man abhimAn na ANe re&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;sakaL lok mA sahune vande&lt;br /&gt;nindA na kare keni re&lt;br /&gt;vAch kAch man nishchaL rAkhe&lt;br /&gt;dhan-dhan janani teni re&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;sam-dRshTi ne trishNa tyAgi&lt;br /&gt;parastrI jene mAt re&lt;br /&gt;jihva thakI asatya na bole&lt;br /&gt;par-dhan nav jhAle hAth re &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;moh-mAya vyApe nahi jene&lt;br /&gt;dRDh vairAgya &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;jena&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; man mAne&lt;br /&gt;rAm nAm shUn tALi re lAgi&lt;br /&gt;sakaL tirath tena tan mA re &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;vaN-lobhi ne kapaT-rahit chhe&lt;br /&gt;kAm-krodh nIvAya re&lt;br /&gt;bhaNe narsaiyyo tenu darshan karta&lt;br /&gt;kuL ekoter tArya re &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;hr align="center" width="100%" size="3"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;This Gujarati bhajan needs no introduction. Any bhajan is sung to reconfirm our understanding and our love for the divinity. I always took the meaning of Vaishnav here to mean a person of God. Translation - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;One who is a VaishNav&lt;br /&gt;Knows the pain of others&lt;br /&gt;Does good to others, esp. to those ones who are in misery&lt;br /&gt;Does not let pride enter his mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;A VaishNav, Tolerates and praises the entire world&lt;br /&gt;Does not say bad things about anyone&lt;br /&gt;Keeps his/her words, actions and thoughts pure&lt;br /&gt;O VaishNav, your mother is blessed (dhanya-dhanya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;A VaishNav sees everything equally, rejects greed and avarice&lt;br /&gt;Considers some one else's wife/daughter as his mother&lt;br /&gt;The tongue may get tired, but will never speak lies&lt;br /&gt;Does not even touch someone else's property&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;A VaishNav does not succumb to worldly attachments&lt;br /&gt;Who has devoted himself to staunch detachment to worldly pleasures&lt;br /&gt;Who has been addicted to the elixir coming by the name of Ram&lt;br /&gt;For whom all the religious places are in the mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;Who has no greed and deceit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;Who has renounced lust of all types and anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;The poet Narsi will like to see such a person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;By who's virtue, the entire family gets salvation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36415068-3067384509026096445?l=srotaswini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/feeds/3067384509026096445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36415068&amp;postID=3067384509026096445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/3067384509026096445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/3067384509026096445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/2007/05/vaishnav-jan-to-tene-kahiye-je-pid.html' title='bhaNe narsaiyyo tenu darshan karta'/><author><name>Sirisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15692982134034704716</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-36415068.post-5529931394891544265</id><published>2006-12-15T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T12:09:31.170-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku'/><title type='text'>Tender and Wilder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8U30KvMS1Jk/RYLhiKdpirI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SQAPwFjKzyg/s1600-h/Tender+and+Wilder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008813712629926578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8U30KvMS1Jk/RYLhiKdpirI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SQAPwFjKzyg/s320/Tender+and+Wilder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SrIpadyAh saurabheNa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;rAtrijaladharA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;mAyUravarNabhAvuka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Jasmine's fragrance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bearing the dew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns violet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was beautifully clicked by my friend Sriram. You can see more of his photos at &lt;a href="http://koolpix.blogspot.com"&gt;koolpix.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice the first aksharAs of each phrase in my haiku...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36415068-5529931394891544265?l=srotaswini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/feeds/5529931394891544265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36415068&amp;postID=5529931394891544265' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/5529931394891544265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/5529931394891544265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/2006/12/tender-and-wilder.html' title='Tender and Wilder'/><author><name>Sirisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15692982134034704716</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8U30KvMS1Jk/RYLhiKdpirI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SQAPwFjKzyg/s72-c/Tender+and+Wilder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36415068.post-2068167809632192833</id><published>2006-12-13T14:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T14:10:43.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some thoughts are desirous in nature.  My appetite for chocolates is more than just an occasional desire.  The overdose of sweets this holiday season has delightfully satiated my taste buds.   The constant nitpicking about my pickiness of food made me wonder about what is it that differentiates I like versus I don’t like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superficially, it is just a matter of a few pre set priorities of my mind about what tastes I like.   It is similar to relationships.  I like a few people and don’t like others.  This is because I establish a connection or develop attachment (of varying intensities) with them.  So my love of chocolates is a sweet attachment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I still haven’t figured out the above, I stumbled upon the nature of thoughts as such.  Thoughts are infinite in number.  Mind is like an assembly line dispensing myriad superimposed reflections.   It seems daunting to control both number and nature of these thoughts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few examples of nature of thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;kAma - desire&lt;br /&gt;sankalpa - willing&lt;br /&gt;vikalpa - doubtful&lt;br /&gt;nishchaya - decisive&lt;br /&gt;sandeha - doubtful&lt;br /&gt;shraddha - belief&lt;br /&gt;ashraddha - disbelief&lt;br /&gt;dhRti - fortitude&lt;br /&gt;adhRti - lack of patience&lt;br /&gt;hRi - modest&lt;br /&gt;dhI - understanding&lt;br /&gt;bhI - fearful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these different kinds can occur with different intensities. These thought fluctuations is the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;saMkalpa vikalpa  Atmika vRttih manah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts in a state of doubt are the mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;nishchay Atmika vRttih budhdhih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of decision is the intellect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;samaraN Atmika vRttih chitah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faculty of memory is chitta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36415068-2068167809632192833?l=srotaswini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/feeds/2068167809632192833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36415068&amp;postID=2068167809632192833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/2068167809632192833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/2068167809632192833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/2006/12/food-for-thought_13.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>Sirisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15692982134034704716</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-36415068.post-8156208649680422533</id><published>2006-12-06T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T10:15:43.127-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku'/><title type='text'>Silver Lining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://angeles.sierraclub.org/skimt/trips/tableland05/Table-02634web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://angeles.sierraclub.org/skimt/trips/tableland05/Table-02634web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;AkASastha jaladhara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;bhAnuNA spardhita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;rajatAbhAya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clouds in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Competing together with light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the silver lining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It feels easier to write on natural things that I see around myself. Even though natural beauty does not top my list, I guess its easier to write about. I should deviate from nature now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36415068-8156208649680422533?l=srotaswini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/feeds/8156208649680422533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36415068&amp;postID=8156208649680422533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/8156208649680422533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/8156208649680422533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/2006/12/silver-lining.html' title='Silver Lining'/><author><name>Sirisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15692982134034704716</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-36415068.post-1421929210186095028</id><published>2006-11-20T15:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T18:48:12.461-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku'/><title type='text'>mAnassarovar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1628/4445/1600/695956/Kailash_e_Manasarovar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1628/4445/400/66641/Kailash_e_Manasarovar.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SItala himAdri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tasya vyatta jaTA sprushati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;saritAH pravahanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold Ice capped mountain&lt;br /&gt;His open matted hair brushes&lt;br /&gt;Streams flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its beautiful to imagine how everything links to Siva and Sakti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36415068-1421929210186095028?l=srotaswini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/feeds/1421929210186095028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36415068&amp;postID=1421929210186095028' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/1421929210186095028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/1421929210186095028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/2006/11/todays-haiku.html' title='mAnassarovar'/><author><name>Sirisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15692982134034704716</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36415068.post-8675325376927845531</id><published>2006-11-16T20:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T14:58:12.745-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku'/><title type='text'>Do You Haiku?</title><content type='html'>This is my first &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haiku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in samskRtam. I have a few insignificant ones in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;pUrNachandrika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;swapna manDalam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;chittaja rAgamAlika &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The fullmoon light&lt;br /&gt;In the fantasy world&lt;br /&gt;A heart-born ode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one very much for its inherent musical touch. purNachandrika is a karNAtik rAga. The famous tyAgaraja kIrtana "telisi rAma chintana" is in this rAga. rAgamAlika is usually a composition with each stanza in a different rAga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SiSira Rtu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;chAtakAyAh nirIkshaNa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;kArtIka dIpam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cold dark season&lt;br /&gt;The bird's longing&lt;br /&gt;For winter lamps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one is just a fluke. I was trying to maintain the 5-7-5 syllable rule. Dont think too hard about it. I failed to include a good hidden meaning into it. Very seasonal in nature. Please ask if you cannot decipher the language.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to post more haikus in samskRtam soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36415068-8675325376927845531?l=srotaswini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/feeds/8675325376927845531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36415068&amp;postID=8675325376927845531' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/8675325376927845531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/8675325376927845531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-you-haiku.html' title='Do You Haiku?'/><author><name>Sirisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15692982134034704716</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36415068.post-4594324863931328559</id><published>2006-11-15T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:59:05.430-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bakwaas'/><title type='text'>This Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1628/4445/1600/Traffic-Signal-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1628/4445/320/Traffic-Signal-photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I did absolutely nothing today but attend a few phone calls.  Lethargy takes up man or woman beyond belief. Yea, the ever hyper active person like me can be a victim too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes when I listen to my music class recordings, I feel I did not put in that extra effort just because I was lethargic. When I sing it again, it seems perfect. I am similar with signal coordination. So, what goes wrong the first time? Just that the thought process is not complementing the voluntary action being performed at that moment of time. Focus - is the word. The emission of thoughts is so random and seems involuntary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have practiced prioritization of actions at any given moment. How do you prioritize thoughts ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36415068-4594324863931328559?l=srotaswini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/feeds/4594324863931328559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36415068&amp;postID=4594324863931328559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/4594324863931328559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/4594324863931328559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-afternoon.html' title='This Afternoon'/><author><name>Sirisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15692982134034704716</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-36415068.post-9158357224041407640</id><published>2006-11-06T10:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T13:01:31.544-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sangItam'/><title type='text'>janasammohini</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was listening to this santoor jugalbandi while wading my way back home through the peak hour traffic. The rAga stands to its name. My ears and mind were very pleased. There was this usual hustle-bustle in the traffic, but I was not there! I later realized I was the risky driver among the lot. The rAga lacks the note 'ma' and hence not a sampUrNa rAga. This does not prohibit the completeness of my heart's content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I am and what I perceive is only a function of the thought. External characteristics hardly matter to where the mind takes me using the thought. Usually, I attach this kind of satisfaction to the serenity of mAnassarovar. Although I have never been there, my mind has tried to experience the beatitude several times. Beauty is personified when it brings immense peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following verse is one of the many that describe beauty from saundarya lahari:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tvadIyaM saundarya tuhinagirikanye tulayitu&lt;br /&gt;kavIndrAH kalpante kathamapi virinchiprabhRtayaH;&lt;br /&gt;yadAlokautsukyAdamaralalanA yAnti manasA&lt;br /&gt;tapobhirduShprApAmapi giriSasAyujyapadavIm .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, daughter of ice mountain, even the creator who leads an array of great poets fails to describe your sublime beauty. The pretty heavenly maidens with a wish to see your pristine loveliness, try to see you through the eyes of your Lord, the great Siva. And do penance to him and reach him through their mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36415068-9158357224041407640?l=srotaswini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/feeds/9158357224041407640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36415068&amp;postID=9158357224041407640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/9158357224041407640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/9158357224041407640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/2006/11/janasammohini.html' title='janasammohini'/><author><name>Sirisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15692982134034704716</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-36415068.post-7915898394774781541</id><published>2006-10-26T10:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T08:53:40.012-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gItopadeSam'/><title type='text'>nishkAmya karma in Day to Day Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vihAya kAmAn yah sarvAn pumAmScharati nisspruhah&lt;br /&gt;nirmamO nirahankArah sa Santim adhigachchati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That man attains peace who, after rejecting all desires, moves about free from hankering, without the idea of ('me' and) 'mine', and devoid of pride."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I read this Sloka several times from sAmkhya yoga chapter of the gIta. I wish Sankara, if not Sri kRshNa explained in detail how to be effective to us, the super-cool-know-all generation. I guess practising disattachment cannot be preached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what I can infer from this one Sloka. Santim adhigachchati - attaing peace is the ultimate goal irrespective of the magnitude of karma performed. Several kinds of emotions that are caused to a human mind hamper this peace. One such emotion is stress. Stress links back to desires. Desire to perform, achieve, succeed. Stress can be controlled by realizing that such materialistic achievements lead to more desires and more stress. Human mind's inhibition to entertain such belief is its lack of enthusiasm for 'no gain'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voluntarily or involuntarily, we are always learning from and adapting to our surroundings. We take on simple challenges and adapt but restrain from trying bigger ones. If we brood long enough on nature (prakRti), our false notions to expect a reward for our efforts will vanish. Comparing one kind of action to other is also encouraging. For example, compare our acts out of compassion. We never expect anything in return. But we do expect bountiful results for those acts performed out of love or anger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The significance of the word 'charati' should always be remembered. To move along and not be static is the key. All the attachments will make one's mind static, hindering its progress towards liberty, &lt;strong&gt;mOksha&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36415068-7915898394774781541?l=srotaswini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/feeds/7915898394774781541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36415068&amp;postID=7915898394774781541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/7915898394774781541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/7915898394774781541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/2006/10/nishkamya-karma-in-day-to-day-life.html' title='nishkAmya karma in Day to Day Life'/><author><name>Sirisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15692982134034704716</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36415068.post-2974346700852582800</id><published>2006-10-23T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T13:01:14.031-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dharma'/><title type='text'>Symbolizing All Good Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even to the uneducated, the word lakshmi symbolizes all the good things in material life. For the rich, lakshmi brings more comforts. She brings fame and recognition to them in the society. For the deprived and hungry, lakshmi is a dream, the ideal goddess. Younger people crave for beauty. Lakshmi offers them supreme beauty and charm. The word lakshmi means one who has all the auspicious marks (sakala lakshaNa sampanna).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SlokA 11 and 12 from SrI sUktam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kardamEna prajA-bhUtA mayi sambhava kardama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sriyam vAsaya me kule mAtaram padma-mAlinIm (11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apah srijantu snigdhAni chiklIta vasa me gruhe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nicha devIm mAtaram Sriyam vAsaya me kule (12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lakshmi! You have progeny in kardama. (Hence) O kardama, may you reside in me. Make mother SrI with garlands of lotuses to have Her abode in my (ancestral) line. May the (holy) waters create friendship (they being of adhesive nature). O chikIIta (progeny of SrI)! Reside at my home; and arrange to make Divine mother SrI stay in my lineage!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of SrI is profound because while satisfying our material desires, it directs our attention to the supreme power that gives us all that we need&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36415068-2974346700852582800?l=srotaswini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/feeds/2974346700852582800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36415068&amp;postID=2974346700852582800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/2974346700852582800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36415068/posts/default/2974346700852582800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srotaswini.blogspot.com/2006/10/symbolizing-all-good-things.html' title='Symbolizing All Good Things'/><author><name>Sirisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15692982134034704716</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>
