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Akshardham Temple, New Delhi  

Swaminarayan Akshardham Temple, New Delhi

The Video Clip, a compleate introduction

Akshardham Temple, New Delhi,
The Basic Informations
Address - Near Nizamuddin Bridge
City - New Delhi
State - Delhi
Location - North India
Year of Construction - 2005
Constructed By - BAPS Swaminarayan Sanstha
Type of Construction - Medieval
Type of Building - Temple
Managed By - Swaminarayan Sect
Dedicated To - Swaminarayan
Other Deities - Shri Radha Krishna, Shri Sita Ram, Shri Laxmi Narayan, Shri Uma Maheshwar
Religion - Hinduism

Importance - The sprawling Rs.200-crore pink sandstone cultural complex spread over 100 acres showcases the grandeur of Indian history, art, culture and values.

Opening Schedule - 9AM - 9PM (Tuesday-Sunday). Closed on Monday.

Entry Formalities - Only small female purses or male wallets allowed . Cell phones and other electronic devices are prohibited. Entry to the complex is free. But for exhibitions and light and sound show inside the complex, one has to take tickets.

Accomodation - Available at the nearby hotels and lodges in New Delhi.

Accesibility - New Delhi is very well connected to the major Indian cities by air, rail and road.
Nearby Cities Ghaziabad, Noida,Faridabad and Gurgaon.

Inauguration: 6-11-2005, Kartik Shukla Panchmi, Labh Pancham, V.S. 2062Organizer: BAPS Swaminarayan Sanstha. Creator: HDH Pramukh Swami Maharaj
When I was in Indin Istitute of Technology, New Delhi (IITD), with more than ample time to spare and running out of places to visit, I decided to include the much talked about, newest attraction of Delhi. With this is mind, hoped into an auto after taking a metro ride to Connaught Place, and it faithfully landed me right at the doorstep of the huge 'Temple Premises' (Working in Hitech City this is the easiest similie that came to my mind, need not be the best or the most appropriate). The Temple compound was almost immeasurably huge spread over 100 acres, much larger than the Infosys People Factories constructed across the country.
The first thing that crosses one's mind or rather that should cross the mind is the name of the mandir, Akshardham. The very sound of it proposes great meaning to the plenary nomenclature. Akshardham means the eternal, divine abode of the supreme God, the abode of eternal values and virtues of Akshar as defined in the Vedas and Upanishads where divine bhakti, purity and peace forever pervades. The entire tour of the mandir can be considered to consist of the following sub itenaries for every darshanarthee or devotee
The magnificent Central Monument, other Monuments of religious importance, like the foot prints or the ten doors Hall of Values (Paid) – 45 mins, Audio Animatronics show IMAX Screen Film on Neelkanth (Paid) – 40 mins movie, Boat Ride through the Indian Heritage artifacts and models(Paid) – 12 mins.
The beautiful monument built without steel, consists of 234 ornately carved pillars, 9 ornate domes, 20 quadrangled shikhars, a spectacular Gajendra Pith (plinth of stone elephants) and 20,000 murtis and statues of India’s great sadhus, devotees, acharyas and divine personalities. The monument is a fusion of pink stone and pure white marble, where pink stone symbolizes bhakti in eternal bloom and white marble that of absolute purity and eternal peace.
Akshardham was created by HDH Pramukh Swami Maharaj in fulfillment to the wish of his guru, Brahmaswarup Yogiji Maharaj, the fourth successor in the spiritual hierarchy of Bhagwan Swaminarayan. In only a short timespan of five years Swaminarayan Akshardham became a reality through the blessings of Pramukh Swami Maharaj, 300 million man hours of epic services rendered by 11,000 volunteers, sadhus and artisans and the immense sacrifice, austerities, prayers of hundreds of thousands of young and old devotees of BAPS Swaminarayan Sanstha.
The specifications of the monument are as follows
Height: 141.3 ft
Width: 316 ft
Length: 356 ft

The roof has intricate carvatures which have the power to mesmerize any roaming sight. There are many other splendid monuments like the fore mentioned. The star attraction of the whole tour however is the three paid audio visual shows, which are so superbly crafted that they take you to a different realm altogether, almost making you feel that you are transported to the time when Neelkanth quit his home in search of truth.

Hall of Values
Sahajanand Darshan
Audio Animatronics Shows

Experience the timeless messages of Indian culture featured through the life of Bhagwan Swaminarayan. The principle theme of sculpting one’s life for happiness, success and peace of mind is portrayed in this exhibition. The exhibits portray the messages of ahimsa, endeavor, prayer, morality, vegetarianism, family harmony, etc. through fifteen 3-D dioramas and presentations from the life of Bhagwan Swaminarayan. Exquisite settings and statues in each diorama are brought to life through robotics, fibre optics, light and sound effects, dialogues and music; transporting the audience to 18th century India. Unique 3-D dioramas and walk-through dioramas. Statues come to life through animatronic technology. A fresh experience, a new message and a novel presentation in every diorama. ***********************************
Giant Screen Film
Neelkanth Darshan

85' X 65' Screen
Unique Features
A large format Epic on a scale never seen before. A period film that transports you back to 18th Century India. Experience India's intricate architecture, colorful festivals, traditional rituals, fascinating peoples and landscapes. A land of ancient civilization. An amazing true story that has the power to inspire millions across generations. 11-year-old child, 7 years, 8,000 miles, one incredible journey. Filmed in over 100 locations all over India, from the freezing Himalayas to the scorching deserts. A cast of 45,000.

About the Film Mystic India rediscovers India, a land of many mysteries and fascinations, the one land that all desire to see. Home of the Himalayas, the tallest mountains, India is our world's largest and oldest democracy, and contains an amazing wealth of wisdom, culture and spirituality. And within this earliest civilization known to mankind, lie hidden mystical secrets. It lies hidden in India’s silent spirituality, making her a mystic land of meditation, contemplation and enlightenment. For thousands of years, many have willingly left the comforts of their home and family and set off across this spiritual land in search of these secrets. Their aim has been to reach a deeper understanding of existence and share the meaning of life that would elevate the rest of humanity. Of all such journeys, perhaps none is greater than the true story of an 11-year old child yogi, Neelkanth, who took an extraordinary journey through the wonders of mystic India. An adventure of hardships and survival, faith and fearlessness undertaken by a child. The only one of its kind in the history of mankind.

Film Synopsys
On June 29, 1792, Neelkanth begins his journey of awakening. Having resolved to embrace the challenges of nature, he leaves his home in the city of Ayodhya. Neelkanth walks alone into the cold stormy night, wearing nothing over his shoulders or under his feet, carrying nothing - no maps, no money, no food - except inner courage, confidence and a silent spiritual strength. At the Saryu River, he enters the cold, raging current. Neelkanth is swept away, leaving behind all that was familiar. Neelkanth's footprints begin to map the length and breadth of India - its dense jungles, fertile plains, majestic mountains, mighty rivers, and peaceful coastlines. Flourishing for more than 8,000 years, this land has been home to an ancient and highly advanced civilization.

Neelkanth's walk would last for 7 years, 12,000 kilometers, covering every corner of India. On the banks of the Ganges, Neelkanth takes part in the Harki Pedhi Arti (The Ceremony of Lamps) at Haridwar. For thousands of years, Hindus have gathered here to pay their respects to India's most sacred river. A priest notices Neelkanth in the distance and desires to meet him. Neelkanth poses a riddle to the priest, "Iron sinks, but wood floats. What should iron do to keep from sinking?" No matter how long it takes, the priest promises himself to find the answer. Continuing his way north, Neelkanth climbs his way to the mountain village of Sripur, famous for its grand shrine, Kamleshwar Muth. The mahant (chief priest) notices Neelkanth resting under a nearby tree. He warns Neelkanth of the man-eating lion terrorizing the village and invites Neelkanth to stay in the Muth. Neelkanth asks, "Can your doors stop death?" As night falls, the doors of every home are tightly fastened. It is well past midnight and a chilling roar shatters the eerie silence. A lion charges through the grass spotting Neelkanth. They meet face to face. The Mahant, fearful for the young child, looks out his window and sees a strange and unbelievable sight; the ferocious lion is humbly lying by the feet of Neelkanth. The next morning, as Neelkanth leaves, the grateful faces of villagers surround him. Hosting a diversity of faces, India is home to a colorful mixture of people. Neelkanth introduces us to the faces of India. Home to 18 different languages and 850 dialects, India is the envy of the world; no other country, even continent, has so many different people living and working together. Continuing into the Himalayas, Neelkanth makes his way to Badrinath Temple. Standing at 11,300 feet, Badrinath is one of India's most revered temples. For six months of the year, the temple closes during the deadly cold winter. A procession begins its journey down from the mountains to warmer temperatures and safety. A priest meets Neelkanth on the steps of the temple and invites Neelkanth to join him, but Neelkanth says, "I am not going down, I am going up…to Lake Mansarovar." The priest cannot believe what he has just heard. He says "At this time of year…you'll face blizzards and avalanches. You'll never survive." Neelkanth smiles and walks down the steps, leaving the priest to wonder why such a young child would risk his life in the mountains. For six months, in the freezing temperatures with no shelter, Neelkanth treks through the Himalayas, home to 92 of the 94 tallest peaks in the world. Crossing a pass at 18,000 feet, Neelkanth reaches the sacred peak of Mt. Kailash, and the holy shores of Mansarovar, the source of four of India's mighty rivers - Indus, Brahmaputra, Karnali and Sutlej. With no guide or maps, Neelkanth negotiates through the deepest gorge in the world cut by the Kali Gandki between Dhaulagiri and Nilgiri in the Annapurna Mountain range. Eventually, he reaches Muktinath at 12,500 feet, where an ancient temple of Lord Vishnu gloriously stands to this day, encircled by 108 waterspouts. Here he undertakes a journey without motion, a journey within. Performing severe austerities in a rare yogic posture, months turn to seasons, seasons turn to years, and Neelkanth grows older and wiser. Descending the mountains, it has been 5 years since Neelkanth has left his home. From the peaceful villages to the mountain peaks, Neelkanth leads us through a land ornamented with grand monuments, palaces, and relics of stone. We explore Indian architecture and its paradise of styles, forms and shapes. Neelkanth's route leads him through the rainforests of Assam, the jungles of Sunderbans and to the shores of Jagannath Puri. The annual Rath Yatra (Festival of Chariots) is celebrated here.
Every year, for thousands of years, millions of pilgrims flock here to pull the chariot of Lord Jagannath. Raja Mukund Dev, King of Jagannath Puri, invites Neelkanth to celebrate Rath Yatra. A conch shell blows and the boisterous clanging of plates deafens us. Directly ahead, we see Neelkanth sitting on a colossal chariot and the king standing by his side. Hundreds are pulling the chariot with four massive ropes. Pilgrims are cheering, singing, dancing, and throwing vermillion into the air. The huge wheels of the chariot fill our vision. We float above and let the Rath pass beneath to reveal an awesome sight of thousands. A sea of colors shines below. This festival is just one of many festivals of India. They are expressions of joy for many occasions - be it the birth of a child, the changing of the seasons, or the New Year. A wide spectrum of colors, costumes and customs are portrayed in the festivals of India. Viewers are immersed in some of the greatest festivals of India; from the lights of Diwali to the colors of Holi. Following the eastern coastline, Neelkanth arrives in South India at the ancient Rameshwaram Temple. Built in the 12th century, the Rameshwaram temple has 1,212 pillars and India's longest stone corridor stretching 1.2 kilometers. This temple is one of the most important pilgrimage places in all of India. At each of the 22 wells, people bathe as a purification rite. Standing by one of these wells, Neelkanth is pleased to find the priest he met in Haridwar five years back. The priest has found the answer to Neelkanth's riddle, "If iron attaches itself to wood, iron too can float. We are the iron ring. Enlightened persons like you are the wood." Pleased with the priest's response, Neelkanth explains that the association of an enlightened person keeps our weaknesses from drowning us in the ocean of life. For the next two years, Neelkanth travels from the temple towns of South India, through the backwaters of Kerala and ends his journey in the village Loj in Gujarat. In the villages of India, where to this day 80% of all Indians live, it is a tradition to welcome visitors like gods. A giant banyan tree hangs over Loj. Under this tree, villagers often gather for discussions. Neelkanth learns of a great saint and teacher Ramanand Swami in one of these gatherings. Delighted to hear such news, Neelkanth waits for him in his ashram. While at the ashram Neelkanth, who conquered the challenges of nature, sweeps the floors. Having mastered all the disciplines of yoga by the age of 14, Neelkanth shares his knowledge with others. Neelkanth and Ramanand Swami meet on a riverbank. Ramanandji says, "Now that you have arrived, lead the people because you are the true master." But Neelkanth prefers the silence of the mountains. Ramanand Swami encourages Neelkanth and says, "Awakening was your aim and shall continue to be so. Your footprints in the sands of time will light up the path for seekers of courage, confidence, love, truth, and tolerance."Neelkanth grows older to become one of the greatest spiritual leaders of India. His lessons continue to inspire millions. His vision, work, and wisdom echoes the essence of Indian culture - its unity in diversity. This is the greatest gift India can offer the world. From 1792 to 1799, Neelkanth walked alone, barefoot and barebody, 8000 miles for 7 years through the length and breadth of India. Carrying no maps, no food and no clothing, how he crossed the roaring rivers, faced ferocious animals and survived the freezing winter of the Himalayas, is still a mystery. It is a story of struggle, of kindness and of courage even when face to face with a man-eating lion. Mystic India takes you through icy peaks to the cool blue Lake Mansarovar, into the wild jungles of Sunderbans and the rainforests of Assam, through barren deserts and to the silent shores of South India. Explore and learn from the majesty and mysticism of India's art and architecture, music and dance, faces and festivals, customs and costumes which are brought to life on the giant screen. This entertaining, educating and enlightening giant screen film (15perf/70mm) rediscovers India, a land of many mysteries and fascinations. It is the world’s first large format epic on India.
A period film set 200 years back in time, it retraces the incredible journey of an 11-year old child yogi, Neelkanth. In 1792 AD, he walked for 12,000 km continuously for 7 years, barefoot and barebody, through the length and breadth of India, from the Himalayas to the southern sea-shores. Based on this inspiring true-life story and journey all over India, the film explores unique elements of India, like: Amazing and intricate art and architecture, symbolizing creativity of centuries… Fascinating festivals, among the largest and most spectacular in the world. Colorful customs and intriguing rites and rituals with deeper meanings for peaceful living… India as an epitome of the world with its natural and geographical diversity containing nearly every kind of habitat on earth. World’s oldest and largest democracy with one of the world’s most diverse peoples living together, with every shade of skin and a vast variety of cultures. India’s contribution to the world including concepts like Non-Violence and practices like Yoga and Ayurveda for natural health… A nation of silent spirituality, making her a mystic land of meditation and contemplation, where quest continues to understand secrets of life beyond our material world.The real light and wisdom of India, seeking to know not how to conquer the world but how to live in peace, how to live together in harmony. The essence and message of “Mystic India” that there can be Unity in Diversity, that we are a single human family, capable of living together, loving one another. Thus, more than just a breathtaking journey, and the heroic tales of the child’s tolerance and survival, his values of faith, friendship and fearlessness, the film presents a unique journey into the mind and soul of India through the eyes of an innocent child.Over two shooting schedules in March - May 2003 and Jan-Feb 2004, the Mystic India production team traveled to more than 100 different film locations in India, at times shooting in hostile conditions at a height of 13,000 feet, re-creating the adventures of Neelkanth in the astonishing detail of large format. Capturing dazzling images and scenes on a scale never seen before in large format, this film transports the audience to some of India's most sacred and treasured destinations. The epic proportions of the film climax in the Rath Yatra (The Festival of Chariots). Colossal, 5-storey high chariots on mammoth wheels roll past 8,000 people in period dress of the 18th century from all corners of India. The experience is immense and intense. And what makes the film unique and educative are the questions it answers about India, her culture and way of life. Even the silent, meditative moods transmit the simple messages of love, service and harmony; unraveling India's greatest gift to the world, its unity in diversity.Mystic India is an epic journey into the land and soul of India. An epic period film featuring an exciting and inspiring pilgrimage of Neelkanth Varni, a child-yogi, of 18th century India. This unique period film, Neelkanth Darshan, was shot in the icy peaks of the Himalayas in the north to the pristine shores of Kerala in the south. The large format film depicts India’s holy places, festivals and spiritual traditions on a giant screen that is over six stories high. Neelkanth Darshan is the first ever wide format film filmed in India and produced by an Indian organisation. The international large format version of Neelkanth Darshan film is Mystic India. Filmed in 108 locations of India with 30 giant settings 45,000 cast in colourful costumes. A vivid experience of 18th century India presented on a giant screen. Giant screen: 85' x 65' ft
A beautiful 27 ft. high bronze murti of Neelkanth Varni stands in a determined pose outside the large format film theater.

Boat ride

Sanskruti Vihar India's Glorious Heritage

A 12-minute spectacular boat-ride experience of the 10,000 year old India’s glorious heritage. Savor the world’s oldest Vedic village life and bazaar Sail through Takshashila – the world’s first university Journey through the labyrinth of ancient discoveries and inventions by the great rishi-scientists of India


Musical Fountain
Yagnapurush Kund

The fascinating web of life on earth is intricate, precise and beautiful. Its fragile network shows an uncompromising interdependency between man, nature and God. Therefore what we receive for sustenance by way of earth, water, fire, air and space, we need to repay and sacrifice with body, mind and heart. To fulfil this function in life, India’s great sages and rishis established the yagna tradition. They chanted mantras, offered grains and ghee in a sacrificial fire (yagna kund) to appease the deities of earth, water, fire, air, etc. Yagna means to sacrifice or generously give in appreciation to others. The Yagnapurush Kund is a fascinating combination of a Vedic yagna kund and a musical fountain. It is the world's largest yagna kund measuring 300' X 300' with 2,870 steps and 108 small shrines. In its center lies an 8-petaled lotus shaped yagna kund designed according to the Jayaakhya Samhita of the Panchratra scripture. Its perfect geometric forms testify to ancient India's advanced knowledge in mathematics and geometry. At night the center comes to life with a colorful musical water fountain that echoes the Vedic sentiments of India. Yagnapurush Kund has been so named after the founder of BAPS Swaminarayan Sanstha and the third successor of Bhagwan Swaminarayan, Swami Yagnapurushdasji (Brahmaswarup Shastriji Maharaj).

Garden of India

Bharat Upvan

Through the millenniums people have always looked up to role models for inspiration, guidance, peace and courage. Their sterling lives radiate a perennial glow for the whole of mankind, regardless of all human, geographical and cultural distinctions.India, which has the most ancient civilisation in the world, that hosts one sixth of humanity and has the largest democracy in the world, has produced from its vast cultural matrix a legion of role models for the world to emulate.
Bharat Upvan exudes a magnificent natural and cultural ambience through its manicured lawns, lush gardens and wonderful bronze statues of the great role models of India. India's child gems, valorous warriors, freedom fighters, national figures and great women personalities inspire visitors with values and pride for our great nation.

This is a special lotus of auspicious sentiments. Yogiji Maharaj, the who dreamed of Akshardham, always prayed, “May God do good of all.” He had infinite faith in God and man.Every petal of Yogihriday Kamal reflects the auspicious sentiments of Yogiji Maharaj.

Ever since time immemorial great thinkers, scientists, writers, international personalities, saints and sages from every corner of our earth have expressed their prolific faith in the religious scriptures, God and man. Here, every petal inspires with messages from internationally renowned personages about faith in God and faith in man.An iota of this faith canTransform the face of our world,And also one’s own life.

Infosys' Chairman and Chief Mentor Officer (CMO) - Mr.Narayana Murthy's Speech on Late Sitting  

I know people who work 12 hours a day, six days a week, or more. Some people do so because of a work emergency where the long hours are only temporary. Other people I know have put in these hours for years. I don't know if they are working all these hours, but I do know they are in the office this long. Others put in long office hours because they are addicted to the workplace. Whatever the reason for putting in overtime, working long hours over the long term is harmful to the person and to the organization.

There are things managers can do to change this for everyone's benefit. Being in the office long hours, over long periods of time, makes way for potential errors. My colleagues who are in the office long hours frequently make mistakes caused by fatigue . Correcting these mistakes requires their time as well as the time and energy of others. I have seen people work Tuesday through Friday to correct mistakes made after5 pm on Monday.

Another problem is that people who are in the office for long hours are not pleasant company . They often complain about other people (who aren't working as hard); they are irritable, or cranky, or even angry. Other people avoid them. Such behaviour poses problems, where work goes much better when people work together instead of avoiding one another.

As Managers, there are things we can do to help people leave the office.

First and foremost is to set the example and go home ourselves . I work with a manager who chides people for working long hours. His words quickly lose their meaning when he sends these chiding group e-mails with a time-stamp of 2 am, Sunday.

Second is to encourage people to put some balance in their lives . For instance, here is a guideline I find helpful:

1) Wake up, eat a good breakfast, and go to work.
2) Work hard and smart for eight or nine hours.
3) Go home.
4) Read the comics, watch a funny movie, dig in the dirt, play with your kids, etc.
5) Eat well and sleep well .

This is called recreating . Doing steps 1, 3, 4, and 5 enable step 2. Working regular hours and recreating daily are simple concepts. They are hard for some of us because that requires personal change. They are possible since we all have the power to choose to do them.

In considering the issue of overtime, I am reminded of my eldest son.

When he was a toddler, If people were visiting the apartment, he would not fall asleep no matter how long the visit, and no matter what time of day it was. He would fight off sleep until the visitors left. It was as if he was afraid that he would miss something. Once our visitors' left, he would go to sleep. By this time, however, he was over tired and would scream through half the night with nightmares. He, my wife, and I, all paid the price for his fear of missing out.

Perhaps some people put in such long hours because they don't want to miss anything when they leave the office . The trouble with this is that events will never stop happening. That is life! Things happen 24 hours a day .

Allowing for little rest is not ultimately practical. So, take a nap. Things will happen while you're asleep, but you will have the energy to catch up when you wake.

(Because you never know when it stops loving you)"

- Narayana Murthy -


True Love and Real Love  

I would love to differentiate two kinds of Love, the True Love and the Real Love. True love its just as a sugar coated pill but the real love its natural, that you can see in your mother's or brother's love . The real love is the best and there we are holding, expecting and possesing, but it will not be practical with most of our friends or relatives, there olny the true love will be work out.

I got the piece of this article from the internet and I think it is a good one to explain what is the true love and real love. And think it is a good advice to your heart broken friend, one way or another it also help to heal the wound. Enjoy the article!

I once had a friend who grew to be very close to me. Once when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with a little water and held it before me, and said this "You see this water carefully contained on my hand. It symbolizes Love". This was how I saw it.

As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds. This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love...they try to posses it, they demand, they expect... and just like the water spilling out of your hand, Love will retrieve from you.

For love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature. If there are people you love, allow them to be free beings. Give and don't expect. Advise, but don't order. Ask, but never demand.

It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a life time to truly practice. It is the secret to true love. To truly practice it, you must sincerely feel no expectations from those who you truely love, and yet an unconditional caring. But here the love become artificial.

But come to the real love, it will give and expect, advice and order, ask and demand because that is warmed with afection and intimacy. Because it is naural and budding out from the depth of heart not from the surface of skin. That love will make noice, clash and quarel but it never be lost or leave out you. It will be change to true love when you dont want the real or want to be walk away from it. Such a love you can see only one who is whole heartly loving and really caring and can found in your real well wishers mind and there is no seperation or segrigation between two hearts. And there should be a strong thread which is tied together that you cant be break it. That thread simply we call it as blood realtion. Mother, sister, brother, son or daughter they will ask, they will expect, they will order and demand. Only the real love will try to mould and change you, because they want you to be the best. In such kind of relations, when you are try to mould or change one, they will not think "you are controlling or imposing your will on them" beacause they knows you have keener insight and and taking real care in to the direction your life should be taking. In ture love you have to ask if you want someting, but in real love no need to ask they knows your needs and wll be do it for you even not waiting for yuor permission, because they have the right on you. And such love will not congtatulate when you are gaining, just share the happiness with you and take it as the victory of them and feel they are also the part of that gains, but when you are loosing or paining they will be with you and will take it as their pain.

I am taking back you to the above story. Instead of the water, suppose you are holding the crystal clear gum in your hand. As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses, it will spread and stick to your hand will not spill out through any crack. That means one who really loving then you have right to change, reshape and mould by applying the soft pressure.

The conclusion is all that depends on the attitude and the vision. If you are making your love jsut as free flowing water, then it will be spill out but if you can concenrate your love with affection and intimacy then it will be as viscous crystal clear gum that will not spill out as free flowing water. Only the real love can be understand or trust you.
Now its your turn to choose Real Love or True Love as your wish.



I dont know why this happens...........

Some times I wish if I could be alone for a scream loudly..........

And finally, it happens and I am alone at home... with wandering thougthts... Thought about rain... .................................... For the first time in my life this year I started observing the season........

In winter...Dew Drops shined like jwells in my mind.. as promised this December did not bring any surprise for me.............

Then came Vasantham.... Flowers every were... even the intermediate ring road was surrounded with lots of small small of the best jounrney I had while going home... only me and flowers...every bush wore a flower carpet.. even the worst looking plants had beautiful flowers on them.. I wished if could some more time there..........

Then fall and the most hated summer... every day in summer I was longing for Rain.. I was dreaming she coming in the night while I am asleep ...through the open window stretch her fingers and embrace me... I asked wind to tell the rain clouds that I am waiting........... with a thirsty heart........... And in monsoon... first the first lovemaking............ She gifted a bouque of cloudy days to us in Bangalore... so romantic weather.......... And now...why are you keeping away...dont you have anything to gift us.......?

I haven't done loving you........... I want to get wet in you............... I want to dissolve in you.............. I want to flow away with you................ I want reach the mighty ocean along with your droplets.......... Finally get lost in the cosmic life of the universe......... where are you....?

Krishna Nee Bagane Barooo....  

Oh my dear Krishna,

What can I say or how I can express my thanks before you. Its really difficult to define my happiness. I was searching him for years. Its also may be one of your Leealavilasams. Anyway at last I found out my soul mate, where you was my Krishna. Why you stayed away from me? I don't know where you was and what you was?

I am so tired, was in a long non stop journey to find out my Krishna. Now I am stopping my travel here and putting all my emotional baggages, which was carried over my days, before your foots. Each and every moments my heart is whispering your name to my mind and calling you to me, my dear Krishna. Dear please come and hold me tightly my hands and hug me hard.

I am loving you not only as my friend or as my better half but as my soul. No I cant live with out you, can't take my breaths where your unbreaths exists. Now my room is filled with the sweet fragrance of your smell which is carrying by the cool breeze from you and is filling my Lungs, Heart and Soul.

Krishnaaa Nee Begane Baroooooo........

Angel from Heven  

She said in the mail....

Whats the magic is there in your hand.... Whenever you hold my hand I in your love and care...I dont have any words to explain that feelings its beautifull...moments.....

I feel like holding your hand for life longgggg...I lost in my world and I will forget everything When you hold me. By holding your hand everytime I beg god to make this love as mine.

Very few times in my life I beg god for my sake. But still he wont listen. "savi savi nenapu savira nenapu namma preethiya sundara nenapu...."

My mind is badly fighting with my heart but my mind is not answering for the question asked by my heart. Dont know what will win?

But one thing is true that I am ALIVE still only because of you. Now you are the one who is giving spirit to fight with this life... Missing you very badly in each and every moments.

Thanks a lot for your love, eventhough I am not worth it. How many birth it would probably take to meet some one like you.??????


when I was a infant...

I did not know what a friend is... and was not necessary

when I joined first standard... I felt the girl who was weeping along with me was friend
When I got upgraded to third standard... Some one lent me a pencil and I called him friend
When I was in fifth standard...We together sneaked into wayside farm and grabbed tender mangos I felt he is also a good friend of me

When I was in seventh standard...My friend helped to copy in final exam Without whom it would have been difficult for me to get into high school

When I was in tenth standard...When I was trying to fill my empty stomach with water In one of those troublesome afternoons She shared her lunch box with me, and I felt that the meaning of real friendship

When I was in eleventh standard...My real good friend introduced me to the beautiful girl Who stood first in the folk dance competition During the arts day.
When I was in twelfth...Me felt a sense of social justice and We provoked friends joined hands and stoned the bus refused to stop in the HS junction
That was the end of long dream.. School life.

In the sweltering sun of mid March With watering eyes and trembling heart Wished good luck and parted the good friends

When I entered the biggest ever campus I had been of 10 arcs And that was the beginning of some life long friendships. Five of us took bath in the same bathroom Did many brave things like curing the grass of the greens With a wire a cutter. Jumped the compound wall, got Drunk and puked in the toilet Helped each other to sleep in the study hours

He wrote the record book I have to submit the next day Sneaked into GH during April fools day and Worked together to install timer enabled crackers Celebrated B'day lighting 29 ohm resistors.

She spared her share of Egg for me And many more moments lingering in my heart...
Without my knowledge, some point of time Friends became the elixir of life. Waking up in the mid night and wishing happy birthday, Walking upto the cliff of the mountain and shouting
"we are on top of the world"!

Partying and dancing whole night.. Cleaning up the mess the day after.
As a shoulder to cry on...As a rock to climb on...
As a throttle for the race of life...As a rain in the desert...
As a peg of rum on heavy hearted evenings...

My friend you are there in my life....And...
I have no word to express my gratitude
Thanks for being my friend


Creation of Excellance  

Once Up on a time there was a Bull. One day the Bull came to saw lots of Golf Balls while it is grassing on a Greenery field. The Bull start to have the balls and after finishing all the balls the beautiful oily skin of the Bull is start to change and finally looks as the Golf Ball.
Its not a story just an Imagination of one of my friends, his name is Mr. Deepu Das. I would love to introduce him before you. He is a talanted Graphic designer and a Photographer. He made lots of wounderful creations with the Photoshop.
He mabe this work called as the Golf Bull and won the First Prize with 100 Credits in the Photoshop Talent Contest, the biggest international Photosop Excellance competition. It covering the Cash award, Certificate and Shield.
He made to find new usages of the Photoshop Tools, even the proggramme developers was ignorant on that. He won the first prize in the contest beacise of the finding of the optionalized usage of the tools and talents and creativity he made in the Picture.

The Picture of the Bull before having the Golf Balls

The Golf Balls which was had by the Bull while Grassing

Golf Ball Bull

After the having the Golf Ball the akin and appearance of the Bull changaed because of the Mutation on in its genes.

Cration in Photoshop, which won the Third Prize in the Photo Shop Talent Contest.
The Picture given by the Organizers, by using this he explored the Bomblasting Location.

The pictur is just created in the photoshop. The importance of this pocture is no filter is used and all manually made. He tried to visualize the half burned and crashed Jeep stained with blood of the victims just after the the Blast.

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Just a Photo shop made Greeting card for the Friendship Day. Try to landscaping the Nostalgic feelings and the ever green childood days we lost in past.

The Poster amde for the Diamond Jublee celibration of Indian Independence Day. The Poster leaving a Big Question who is the really dedicated their lives to our Independence?

In this 60th Independence Day I am bowing my head under our Beautiful Tricolour National Falg with all Petriotic feelings.


Gone are the ays  

When the school reopened in June, And we settled in our new desks and benches. When we queued up in book depot, And got our new books and notes.

When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers. We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then micro tips. We began drawing with crayons and evolved to Color pencils and finally sketch pens. We started calculating first with tables and then with Clarke's tables and advanced to calculators and computers.

When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals, and returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat. When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors, Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle shed. When all the colors in the world, Decorated thecampus on theSecond Saturdays.

When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table, Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons. When cricket was played with writing pads as bats, And Neckties and socks rolled into balls. When few played "kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in scorching sun, While others simply played "book cricket" in the confines of classroom.

Of fights but no conspiracies, Of Competitions but seldom jealousy. When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast, In theopposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks. When few rushed at 1:45 to "Conquer" window seats in our School bus. While few others had "Big Fun", "Chock-o-bar","kulfi ice" and "Pepsi" at 2:00 Clock.

Gone are the days Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day, And the one-month long preparations for them. Gone aew the days Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams, And the most enjoyed holidays after them. Of tenth and twelfth standards, when we Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests.

We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost, We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought. With so much fun in them, so many friends, So much experience, all this and more.

Gone are the days when we used to talk for hours with our friends. Now we don't have time to say a HI.

Gone are the days when we sat to chat with friends on grounds. Now we chat in chat rooms.....

Gone are the days where we studied just to pass. Now we study to save our job

Gone are the days where we had no money in our pockets and fun filled on our hearts
Now we have the ATM as well as credit card but with an empty heart

Gone are the days where we shouted on the road. Now we don t shout even at home

Gone are the days where we got lectures from all. Now we give lectures to all... like the one I'm doing now....

Gone are the days But not the memories, which will be Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and Ever and ever and Ever.....


Gone the Days are Gone  

It was raining heavily outside. Dark clouds gathered in the sky and nature was in its ominous best. I took a break from my work and went to the pantry to grab a cup of coffee. I had a sip and went near the window to see the rain pouring down heavily outside the glass structure. I was inside our huge office building, unruffled by even the fierceness of the nature. Through the heavy transparent glass, I could see a small girl trying to hold on to her umbrella which the wind was snatching away from her. I felt sorry for the girl, and was happy that I was not in a similar pathetic situation. Yes. I take pride for the fact that I am an Engineer and researcher. I have everything which a common man would envy; money, status, respect, you name it I have it. I always wanted to be a professional and here I am, working for one of the best firms in the world. But then, am I really happy? Now, I could see an imprint of my palm on the other glass window, through which I reminisced my past, basked in the warmth of the sun shine.

My childhood was so much of fun. I vividly remember those rainy days, when I hugged my mother tightly during sleeping listening to all the stories told by her. Now, I have a big house here, but then it is just a house, not a home. My parents are pretty far away from me now. I have a cell phone to talk to them everyday, but then I really miss those dinners which I had with my family everyday. I could easily afford to taste all the different cuisines these days, but the best of food there, lack the love and affection which is present in the food prepared by my mother.

I threw a lavish party for my colleagues for my birthday, but then they would never replace the birthdays when my friends secretly brought a cake and at the end, half of the cake would have ended up on my face. The couple of hundred bucks that you save for a long period just to give a treat to your friends in the road side chat shop can never give the pleasure even after spending a few thousand bucks these days.

The scene of me crying and refusing to have dinner on the day when I fought with my best friend came to my mind. Today, he has gone far away from me, taking away my love and with it my life, but I am sitting and coding here with a false smile on my face. Everyday I meet new people, but then I long ceased to make a new friend.

It's true that I have a lot of things now. I have a nice bed, but no time to sleep. Lots of money, but no friends to spend it with. The latest designer clothes, but a worn out body. Quite a few to flirt, but no one to love.

Awards for technical excellence, but no reward for the crave for peaceful ambience. A confident demeanor, but a reluctant and apathetic mind. Full of rain, but no sunshine even in the farthest distance.

Now, I could see the small girl on the road enjoying in the rain with her umbrella firmly in her grip. She might not have all the comforts which I have, but then she has the innocence and fun which I lost a long time back. I have decided to come out of this false fantasy, even if it is at the expense of losing the tap of the Engineer. I am going to again enjoy my life. I am going to go out in the rain and play with the small kid now.

I removed my shoes, and went near my computer to shut it down. Just then, I saw a new mail alert in my mail box. I slowly opened outlook and I found a message from my manager with an attachment saying that there was a critical problem in the production line and I have to fix it soon. I convinced myself that I am not going to get bogged down again by these pressures and stick to my decision. I ignored the mail and went to the rest room. After a couple of minutes, the Engineer in me came out, wear on my shoes and tucked in with the perfect tie knot, sat before the files, and started find the problems and remedies.

Kathakali-the classical dance of Kerala  

A dancer performing in the Kathakali tradition, a classical story-play style of Southern India which relies on mudras, or gestures, rather than speech to relay its stories, and colours to denote its character types. The dancer’s face is painted green – colour of heroic, kingly, and divine types – and he wears the sacred mark of Vishnu the Preserver on his forehead. The figure represents Krishna, the Vedic Hindu god and principle of love who came into the world to combat evil, a story that is told in the Mahabharata epic. As a young man of outstanding beauty and great musical prowess on the flute, Krishna caused all the young dairy-maids to fall hopelessly in love with him. He taught that divinity could be found within the self through the gradual intensification of physical love until its eventual entry, or shift, into the transcendent realm of cosmic and eternal creative energy. In Tantric Buddhism, Krishna the lover, is viewed as being a form assumed by the Great Goddess – Lalita. As an adult, Krishna’s most significant advice is that ‘all is illusion, including war and death’.

Silence of Krishna  

In the extremes, I long to come to you and hold your feet close to me and put all my emotional baggages down there! Why are you silent O my dear Lord?

Though your silence, as always is the answer to all my questions, this child wants your response.

I die for that presence, that grandeur which makes me silent, and my eyes filled with the love towards you. Why can't you take a break from the minds of great Yogis and come to the poor ones like mine?

How can you be this partial?

Come, fill my soul with the spiritual knowledge from your flute, have this garland made for you of those breatheless moments of my thoughts on you...

I am here my Krishna  

The path is quite strange to me. I am here for the first time. Shall I take my steps ahead? I could see beautiful gardens filled with fragrance around so far, or are the unseen more beautiful? I am closing my eyes and holding your hand, be there always...............

Even those who made this way for us turn helpless to show the right path . We should make our own way in this labyrinth; be there always...............

Gone are the days of timidity in me for you being a stranger, the uniformity in our footsteps pulled us closer; be there always................

Just seen the reflection of my face in the pond beside, wondered at the surplus beauty seen there. It may diminish on the way when we get tired of this journey..still, be there always.
In bygone days I used to dream of this path and the journey not alone, but your face then did never come on, be there always................

We conversed through the bliss of silence so far; be there always.
The long, dedicated saffron years turn fruitful to my soul here through you, and I know the real value of it; be there always................

Love in its Purest form