<?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-11943581</id><updated>2012-02-10T03:36:13.088+05:30</updated><category term='numero-graphology'/><category term='meditation'/><category term='yoga'/><category term='inner'/><category term='praana'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='nada yoga'/><category term='psychometrics'/><category term='emtional'/><category term='kundalini yoga'/><category term='tarot'/><category term='shabda yoga'/><category term='vital-energy'/><category term='yogic'/><category term='dream interpretation'/><category term='wellness'/><category term='fitness'/><title type='text'>So'HaM - School of Human Awakening &amp; Manifestation</title><subtitle type='html'>Human Evolution is inevitable. It is the "inner nature", the consciousness of 'being human' that facilitates this evolution. Conscious Evolution. 

In my own awakening, while experiencing Conscious Evolution, I have felt the need for schools and sanctuaries that can facilitate this journey. P D Ouspensky has also confirmed this in his lectures titled The Psychology of Man's Possible Evolution too.

So'HaM is a response to this calling.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-9004846394269059286</id><published>2010-12-19T08:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-19T08:52:58.799+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So'HaM - a walk through</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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float: left; height: 152px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 280px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You take a shower and cleanse you physical body every day. You go to gyms and other fitness centers to keep your self physically fit. You go to parlors and salon to groom and beautify your physical presence.&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleansing your emotional and spiritual body? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ensuring your emotional and spiritual fitness? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grooming your inner beauty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;For the first time we offer a space for holistic wellness and beauty. Through innovative active guided meditations. Involving confluence of a rich tapestry of sounds, visuals, and movements and the synchronized flow of ‘praana’.&lt;br /&gt;No bending and twisting. No esoteric practices.&lt;br /&gt;Yogic practices borrowed from the proven fundamentals of Shabda Yoga, Nada Yoga and Kundalini Yoga are simplified, de-mystified and interwoven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Move out of the maze of thoughts &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring up your pent-up emotions &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Awaken your vital-energy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unlock the transforming power of love &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Transcend your mind-body existence &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Witness the magnificence and grandeur of your Presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Weekly sessions to be held every Saturday at Kristal Tavern, Bellandur Gate, Off Sarjapur Road, Bangalore - 37&amp;nbsp;from 9 am to 11 am. For registration and information write to &lt;a href="mailto:ankuran4u@gmail.com"&gt;ankuran4u@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; or call 080 4125 2201.&lt;br /&gt;Rush!!! Only 15 adults will be enrolled.&lt;br /&gt;Personalized spiritual guidance using dream interpretation, psychometrics, tarot and numero-graphology also available for follow-up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-4530417011821066262?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/4530417011821066262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=4530417011821066262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/4530417011821066262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/4530417011821066262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2009/10/soham-holistic-wellness-program.html' title='So’Ham Holistic Wellness Program'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SsyVYqoY2bI/AAAAAAAAAig/c51gh5J2Cb8/s72-c/DSC00446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-2626702878097286457</id><published>2009-03-15T07:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-15T07:56:58.651+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Ten Commandments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SbxnQQTguvI/AAAAAAAAAfo/SKLN8ZTvZJ4/s1600-h/Ten+Commandments.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313235189342714610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SbxnQQTguvI/AAAAAAAAAfo/SKLN8ZTvZJ4/s400/Ten+Commandments.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/11943581-2626702878097286457?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/2626702878097286457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=2626702878097286457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/2626702878097286457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/2626702878097286457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2009/03/ten-commandments.html' title='The Ten Commandments'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SbxnQQTguvI/AAAAAAAAAfo/SKLN8ZTvZJ4/s72-c/Ten+Commandments.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-3332026681087399666</id><published>2008-12-01T06:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-01T06:35:45.642+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A silent tribute to the victims of the Mumbai War</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/STM38U56TEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/qp5ijGlaQJQ/s1600-h/OilLamp.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274621098124266562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 64px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/STM38U56TEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/qp5ijGlaQJQ/s320/OilLamp.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Mumbai tragedy is not just an isolated event. It is a shameful and shocking manifestation of a much larger systemic phenomenon. It’s like another of those many wake-up calls most of which has gone unheeded.&lt;br /&gt;And from the noise one can hear even now in the discussions, debates, scapegoating, wailing, howling, yelling – it seems that this wake up call may also go unheard and unheeded.&lt;br /&gt;While a section of the population, specially the Mumbai Kars, seemed to have awakened from their slumber of ‘life goes on’, I really don’t know where the rest of the country is. Specially the somnambulistic herd of so-called “leadership”. Waking them up is like waking up someone who dreams of being awake. It is next to impossible.&lt;br /&gt;As a country, we seemed to have been displaying a patterned behavior of inaction and reaction. Inaction and reaction that comes from the collective fear-led conditioning of powerlessness and worthlessness.&lt;br /&gt;The need of the hour however is activism. Activism born out of an innate ability to respond (responsibility) led by purpose and values and fuelled by &lt;a href="http://www.iprodigy.net/the_power_within/tpw.htm"&gt;The Power Within&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This requires silent reflection and exploration at much deeper levels of our being and not just looking at how we can behave differently.&lt;br /&gt;This requires going beyond best practices and acquired competencies to explore and discover the innate life giving forces we all have innately in us.&lt;br /&gt;And above all this requires an awakening and manifestation of our humanness, irrespective of class, creed, sex and color and upholding it in its fullest glory.&lt;br /&gt;In each one of us, in whatever way we can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/11943581-3332026681087399666?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/3332026681087399666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=3332026681087399666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/3332026681087399666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/3332026681087399666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2008/12/silent-tribute-to-victims-of-mumbai-war.html' title='A silent tribute to the victims of the Mumbai War'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/STM38U56TEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/qp5ijGlaQJQ/s72-c/OilLamp.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-5540207627971862139</id><published>2008-01-03T09:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-03T09:07:28.895+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ushering in the New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/R3xX5FJhS5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/lDPO84LR-bQ/s1600-h/leadership.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151088711951272850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/R3xX5FJhS5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/lDPO84LR-bQ/s320/leadership.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New is promising. It's tender. It's raw.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's about possibilities and adventure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's about the old too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The old that you can elope with to the new.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let all of this and many more be yours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let love be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indraneel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-5540207627971862139?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/5540207627971862139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=5540207627971862139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/5540207627971862139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/5540207627971862139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2008/01/ushering-in-new.html' title='Ushering in the New'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/R3xX5FJhS5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/lDPO84LR-bQ/s72-c/leadership.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-8132605244622592542</id><published>2007-08-30T14:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-30T14:52:48.353+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dear God</title><content type='html'>Borne out of intense sometimes heart-rending but always positive experiences of mine.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Good Lord&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the beach and watched the waves crash against the shore. They were dark, angry and turbulent, reflecting exactly what I was feeling. “I am the sea”, I thought to myself. Every drop is a feeling and I’ve got as many drops as the sea, raging, burning and churning inside. The sardonic part of me, which won’t give up, said, “You’ll start looking like the sea if you don’t watch your weight”.&lt;br /&gt;I felt him beside me before I saw him, this man in blue jeans and a white tee. I wasn’t in a mood for company, so I asked, rather rudely, “who are you and what do you want with me?”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m God and I want nothing from you, I never have”.&lt;br /&gt;I burst out laughing, my loud laugh, “ok atleast that’s original”.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn’t laughing, but was just looking at me, his eyes calm, probing and deep, “people will never stop fascinating me, you pray to me, make idols of me and commit all kinds of atrocities in my name and keep asking to see me, but when you see me, you don’t believe it. What if all of you have met me, several times and just not recognized me?”&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know what to say to that, what could I say? Whatever else I imagined God to be, I didn’t imagine him to be wearing jeans and a tee, plonked on the sand beside me.&lt;br /&gt;I sized him up, “Where the hell…oh oops, where is your halo and your white robes?”&lt;br /&gt;“The dress code for Saturday is casual”, he said, smiling at me.&lt;br /&gt;I raked my fingers through my unruly hair, “Listen”, I said wearily, “I’m hurting inside and I won’t make very good company”.&lt;br /&gt;“I know”, he said quietly. “I know because I’m hurting with you, feeling everything you are. Do you want me to go?”&lt;br /&gt;“Go…stay…whatever you want to do”.&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll stay with you”.&lt;br /&gt;We sat in silence, he in his world (quite literally) and me in the dark, murky vault of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;“What shall I call you”, I asked after a while.&lt;br /&gt;“Whatever you want. As I remember you have called me quite a few names. You lousy so-and-so, being one.” he chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;“Have a beer with me”, I challenged.&lt;br /&gt;“Sure, but you’ll have to stand me a beer”.&lt;br /&gt;“What?? Can’t you make beer out of sand or something?”&lt;br /&gt;“Ahh..parlor tricks to prove that I am indeed God. Your institutions keep saying that you have to be worthy of me but from where I’m standing I have to keep trying to be worthy of you, your trust, your acceptance. People blackmail or bribe me all the time. If I do this for them they will give me coconuts or light candles. Why do you suppose they think that I need coconuts or candles? Or worse they keep repeating the same verse over and over again. They must assume I’m deaf or very dim-witted”.&lt;br /&gt;I turned that over in my mind, “So what’s your scene God?” I asked&lt;br /&gt;“What do you think my scene is”?&lt;br /&gt;“Stop that”, I snapped. “I counsel too you know. It’s hard enough for me to take you being God, I cannot handle a God who doubles as a shrink in his spare time”.&lt;br /&gt;“I experience with you and through you. So it’s not ‘my will be done’, it’s ‘your will be done’, he said.&lt;br /&gt;“Very generous of you”, I replied sarcastically, realizing at an intellectual level that I was transferring anger but I was so full of despair and fear and emptiness that I didn’t care. The tears spilt over from my eyes to run freely down my cheek. I looked at him and saw the same pain reflected in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Where were you”, I whispered.&lt;br /&gt;“Tejo, did you want me to be there”? He asked me gently.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t. I hadn’t wanted him to be there.&lt;br /&gt;“Believing in you is almost delusional” I spewed. “You’re an intangible, ephemeral concept. That’s what you are…a concept. You can be anything anyone wants you to be. Like an unstable theory. You seem…well…ineffective, so why would I have wanted you to be there.”&lt;br /&gt;“What would you have had me do”?&lt;br /&gt;“Make things right”.&lt;br /&gt;“What would your role in life have been then?”&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing except to live a charmed life”, said I, feeling a little foolish.&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve heard you say – Oh God, so many times. I’ve heard you say it in pain, in ecstasy, in wonder, whenever other words failed you; all you could say was Oh God. I heard you then Tejo, I was you then, in your deepest, truest feeling, stripped of rationalization or externalization. What you saw and see as emptiness, is the capacity to hold more of life. I was, am and will always be your most intense experience.”&lt;br /&gt;“Very wily. So then it stands to reason that I should consider myself lucky that I’ve had so many intense experiences and so I have been you, while in them”.&lt;br /&gt;“How did you arrive at that conclusion?” he asked&lt;br /&gt;“You’re doing it again”.&lt;br /&gt;He laughed, almost as loudly as me. “You’re hard to resist”.&lt;br /&gt;My mood had changed from angry to pensive. The fire that had burnt inside me had quietened down to easy licks of subduing flames. I clinked my bottle against his and said, “cheers to experiences and intensity then”, I said.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re rebelling against all the reverence that you were taught to show me. Go ahead. It’s a refreshing change. Most reserve stoic, solemn silence for me. They just assume I can’t hear the cursing and their very loud voices and thoughts the rest of the time. Is there any way I can get rid of this reputation of being a grim, judgmental, authority-figure with absolutely no sense of humour?”&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, “well if you want it changed it will be changed won’t it? I thought you could do pretty much as you please”.&lt;br /&gt;“You’ve always known haven’t you? I am not the answer, you are. One thing I do know Tejo. I don’t make anything that is not beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah? What were you thinking when you made the commodore dragon?”&lt;br /&gt;He laughed gently. “You’ve got to see it through my eyes”.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t feel beautiful at all right now”, I said in a small voice.&lt;br /&gt;“That’s because you’re not seeing yourself the way you should be: the way you were meant to be. In fact, you are not seeing yourself at all. You are looking in all the wrong places. When you find yourself, you will know what I mean.”&lt;br /&gt;“I want to remember that God”, I said.&lt;br /&gt;“There will be times when you will forget and you’ll remember again. I hope you remember more often than you forget. Now here comes your friend, so let me say bye”.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s been a pleasure God”.&lt;br /&gt;“The pleasure has been entirely mine”, said God.&lt;br /&gt;Quite a gentleman that!!&lt;br /&gt;“Wait, can we do it again”, I asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Whenever you…er… conceptualize,” he said with a wry grin.&lt;br /&gt;“Touché”, I yelled at his retreating back.&lt;br /&gt;He just waved goodbye in response.&lt;br /&gt;“There you are”, breathed Corina. “Wow, who’s that”, she asked, gazing admiringly at the figure fading into the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;“God”, I replied.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah”, she drooled, I know what you mean.&lt;br /&gt;-xxx_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-8132605244622592542?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/8132605244622592542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=8132605244622592542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/8132605244622592542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/8132605244622592542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2007/08/dear-god.html' title='Dear God'/><author><name>Tejo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02909637334684567825</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-11943581.post-4579634512647568327</id><published>2007-08-29T12:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-29T13:13:50.861+05:30</updated><title type='text'>There is no Nirvana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/RtUcrEHZBbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LgmlutXQ9iQ/s1600-h/Amazing+Grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104017278859019698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/RtUcrEHZBbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LgmlutXQ9iQ/s200/Amazing+Grace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am back on the blog after an eight month long 'hibernation'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So'Ham has been happening, neverthless. It has nothing to do with our sleeping or awakening. It is the process, the Tao of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been and still am hearing a lot of words - idealism, self-actualization, nirvana etc. etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my un-read un-bred self these words do not have any meaning. Neither, therefore, are any questions simmering in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mind ask questions and has no answers. Love has no question and is the answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see a lot of resistance. Within ones own self. Between fragmented conceptual personas of ours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clarion call is however to bring these pieces together and experience the bliss of being whole. Being complete. Right here. Right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By dropping our obsession to 'do' something about it. After all, what can we 'do' to bring together what is already together. Our random thoughts and the habitual need to act upon something has created these illusory concepts about ourselves and the enviornment in which we exist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no 'stage'. There is no where to go. It's all here. Waiting to be experienced. If and only if we choose to surrender to our wholeness, our completeness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Life is an eternal pilgrimage. There is no goal to it. it is a pure journey. Hence the joy of it. Life knows nothing of full stops. Life is a continuum, a song that never ends, a story that goes on unfolding. Each moment something new is ready to happen if you are available .....”Osho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May I once again remind that this space is for sharing our experiences. And the discoveries we make, the insights we gather. Let's try and avoid intellectualizing. It takes us no where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love.&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/11943581-4579634512647568327?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/4579634512647568327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=4579634512647568327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/4579634512647568327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/4579634512647568327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2007/08/there-is-no-nirvana.html' title='There is no Nirvana'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/RtUcrEHZBbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LgmlutXQ9iQ/s72-c/Amazing+Grace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-116780779870952217</id><published>2007-01-03T12:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-03T12:42:20.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My New Years insight ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4143/989/1600/238983/sakb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="138" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4143/989/320/7417/sakb.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; December 30, 2006. A winter morning in Delhi. Basking in the bright sun in lawns of my long lost cousin's bunglow. In a complete do-nothing state. Somewhat hynotic and yet accutely witnessing all of the outside and inside. Suddenly, heard a voice with tone of wisdom and finality. It said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Prosecute the Judge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Free the Offender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uphold the Victim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Liberate the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awesome Human&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From its self-imposed dungeon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of smallness and powerlessness."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all a very fulfilling and meaningful Year 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-116780779870952217?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/116780779870952217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=116780779870952217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116780779870952217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116780779870952217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-new-years-insight.html' title='My New Years insight ...'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-116369101972932635</id><published>2006-11-16T20:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-03T12:23:48.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/1600/The%20Man%20of%20Action.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/320/The%20Man%20of%20Action.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-116369101972932635?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/116369101972932635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=116369101972932635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116369101972932635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116369101972932635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-116288129234081564</id><published>2006-11-07T12:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:13:16.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Does brand matters?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/11/compensation.html#links"&gt;So'HaM - School of Human Awakening &amp;amp; Manifestation: Compensation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-116288129234081564?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.expresscomputeronline.com/20061009/technologylife01.shtml' title='Does brand matters?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/116288129234081564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=116288129234081564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116288129234081564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116288129234081564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/11/does-brand-matters.html' title='Does brand matters?'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-116262915758933737</id><published>2006-11-04T13:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:59:41.610+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Compensation</title><content type='html'>For those of us who are salaried, have you ever wondered that the pay check you get at the end of the month is called 'compensation'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought, who is compensating? For what? What is the damage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us script our musing (not theories and proxy-wisdoem, please) in this space on this pheonmenon of being 'compensated' year after year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave with something that I found my friend having said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man becomes a slave because he is afraid to be alone&lt;br /&gt;So he needs a crowd, a society, an organization&lt;br /&gt;Fear is the basis of all institution&lt;br /&gt;And how can a frightened mind know the truth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-116262915758933737?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.expresscomputeronline.com/20061009/technologylife01.shtml' title='Compensation'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/116262915758933737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=116262915758933737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116262915758933737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116262915758933737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/11/compensation.html' title='Compensation'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-116221367601408031</id><published>2006-10-30T18:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-30T18:37:56.040+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The God of Constant Evolution</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first posting and I wish to introduce myself as a true reader and an abstract writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me... I was a sperm that fought to be the first while pushing away the rest. Little did I know where I was heading,  just to fertilize an ovum and then evolve into a foetus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing that inspired me to do that I just did it as I felt I was the strongest. Who gave me this power? Where did I come from? My origin was not known to me. All I knew was I have to keep moving ahead so I will not be destroyed. There were millions with me but I won that race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a foetus in my mother's womb I had more to struggle than I thought. I had no realization of who I was becoming but I kept growing bigger. My growth started constricting me and so I started kicking around...There, then I was struggling to break out of that shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never could imagine there would be such a wide world outside waiting to welcome me, "to be one of them". It took months together before I realized that I had to accept the others as I was born out of them, they were my kin and kith and they all shared something they called "Love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this journey went on until a day when I realized I was no more a child. I could not play around in leisure as I had to be 'responsible for my acts'... And so I also realized that I had to make something called 'decisions' for everything I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh God" I thought, "if this was how much I had to struggle...Why did I choose to be born? I should have given up the race when with everyone else I ran. What happens after this? Where am I heading to? Am I still in a race or is this the Part 2?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God of Constant Evolution! Did you at all plan the end? And Lo we've all been evolving towards no definite end. Yes...Changes are constant. There can be no such thing in this world that has not changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolution is nothing but a change...A gradual change &lt;strong&gt;mentored&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"That which is born out of itself...That which will never end...Is the God of Constant Evolution...The journey simply never ends"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sowmya Raghavan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-116221367601408031?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/116221367601408031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=116221367601408031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116221367601408031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116221367601408031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/10/god-of-constant-evolution.html' title='The God of Constant Evolution'/><author><name>Atmavismriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11578323701063321887</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-11943581.post-116202389465162988</id><published>2006-10-28T13:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-28T20:49:52.580+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love needs no relationships</title><content type='html'>In the journey of life there are many experiences that one goes through. If we look back, we realize that they were all teachers to help us take this journey forward more meaningfully and joyfully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone through one 'such' experience not very long ago. When in my toughest time, which brought mortal fear right in my face. All the people who knew me somewhat, and did not have much liking to me stood by me like pillars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was it? I often question myself. Why did an almost stranger appeared out of no-where and took charge of the situation and of me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was happening as if it was scripted and planned by some force that I don't see or recognize. There was something, that had brought all those who were mere social aquaintances and even those who were not in my circle of concern or influence, together. To be with me, not just physically but with all their love, care and concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel an unseen bond with all of them, with whom I dont have any relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Today they are my family, my next of kin and I somewhere deep down know, no matter what situation arises, love will always prevail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how tough the tests of life become, they will only prove and re-prove that love prevails and it needs no boundaries, no relationships and no commitments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Indraneel says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love cannot be shown, it can be seen though. By the witness..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-116202389465162988?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/116202389465162988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=116202389465162988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116202389465162988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116202389465162988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-needs-no-relationships.html' title='Love needs no relationships'/><author><name>Puja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07982969573427463971</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-11943581.post-116194651349201088</id><published>2006-10-27T16:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:25:13.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a love story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have read this story somewhere and am reproducing it here... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there was this island where all the human feelings lived... feelings like happiness, sadness, vanity, richness etc and also there were elders like knowledge, time etc. due to some reason lets say the island was sinking ,or something similar, the island was to be vacated. all feelings were making elaborate plans to leave the island to some safer place. for some strange reason love decided to stay put for as long as it could. i guess wanted to hold out for as long as possible. when the island almost sunk it called out to various other feeling who were going off in beautiful boats. nobody had any place for love. richness was carrying all the riches, sadness wanted to be left alone. love was left alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sitting with a lost and forlorn look love heard a very gentle voice by its side. it was an elder and it volunteered to take love along. when they reached a safe destination the elder just went off with out saying. love went to knowledge, another elder, and asked about the elder who had helped love. it was "time" said knowledge. when asked why time helped love, knowledge, with its deep wisdom said - only time is capable of understanding how valuable love is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i guess we all remember the time that we spend in love. all of us cherish those moments and remember it through our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wish all of you more and more time spent in love... Cheers!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-116194651349201088?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/116194651349201088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=116194651349201088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116194651349201088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116194651349201088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-story.html' title='a love story...'/><author><name>soumya</name><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-11943581.post-116194426577377121</id><published>2006-10-27T15:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-27T15:51:46.973+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Self-acceptance: the key to human awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/1600/buddha_sun.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 416px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px" height="306" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/320/buddha_sun.0.jpg" width="377" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am one with all things –&lt;br /&gt;In beauty, in ugliness,&lt;br /&gt;For whatsoever is, there I am&lt;br /&gt;Not only in virtue&lt;br /&gt;But in sin too, I am a partner&lt;br /&gt;Not only heaven but hell too is mine&lt;br /&gt;Buddha, Jesus, Lao Tzu –&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to be their heir&lt;br /&gt;Chenghis, Taimur and Hitler –&lt;br /&gt;They are also within me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am the whole of mankind&lt;br /&gt;Whatsoever is man’s is mine&lt;br /&gt;Flower and thorns&lt;br /&gt;Darkness and light&lt;br /&gt;Nectar and poison&lt;br /&gt;Both are mine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-116194426577377121?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/116194426577377121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=116194426577377121' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116194426577377121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116194426577377121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/10/self-acceptance-key-to-human-awakening.html' title='Self-acceptance: the key to human awakening'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-116186689487818234</id><published>2006-10-26T17:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:32:40.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Significance Of The Lotus Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/512/4038/1600/Lotus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/512/4038/400/Lotus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/512/4038/1600/universe_and_eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/512/4038/400/universe_and_eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lotus Flower, is a beautiful plant that floats on the surface of water and its beauty is nourished through its roots in the mud. Its roots go deep into the water and draw on the nutrients it finds in the mud at the bottom. It remains beautiful, untouched by the dirt around it. (This is a metaphor for our lives.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Lotus Flower is also significant for a second reason. It is a plant that flowers and seeds at the same time. It beautifully illustrates the profound working of life where the effect is simultaneous with the cause. It signifies the process of cause and effect at work deep within the life of each person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we go about our daily lives, in every single moment, we make causes in the things that we think and say and do. The law of cause and effect explains that when we make a cause, the anticipated effect of that cause is stored deep in our lives, and when the right circumstances appear then we experience the effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, the law of cause and effect lies in what we think and say and do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/11943581-116186689487818234?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/116186689487818234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=116186689487818234' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116186689487818234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116186689487818234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/10/significance-of-lotus-flower.html' title='The Significance Of The Lotus Flower'/><author><name>Anisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cs7Ay9SV4W4/SOtmcrMtUdI/AAAAAAAAACI/3SuzMOsdVpA/S220/Doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-116168738043598343</id><published>2006-10-24T16:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:26:20.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dignity</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To those who hurt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You never touched me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To those who gave me the worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You gave me the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't stay bitter for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I look towards what's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've learned from what burned me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I won't be that fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Because I.Am.A.Leaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What blows me lifts me higher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Andrea See.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-116168738043598343?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/116168738043598343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=116168738043598343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116168738043598343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116168738043598343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/10/dignity.html' title='Dignity'/><author><name>Anisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cs7Ay9SV4W4/SOtmcrMtUdI/AAAAAAAAACI/3SuzMOsdVpA/S220/Doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-116134738477468412</id><published>2006-10-20T17:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-20T18:09:48.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life Potential</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The heart is what is important." There is nothing more vulnerable, nothing more corruptible than the human mind; nor is there anything as powerful, steadfast and ennobling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything depends on what is in our hearts. If we decide to ourselves that something is impossible, then, consistent with our minds in thinking so, even something that is possible for us will become impossible. On the other hand, if we have the confidence that we can definitely do something, then we are already one step closer to achieving it in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;D. Ikeda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-116134738477468412?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/116134738477468412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=116134738477468412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116134738477468412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116134738477468412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-potential.html' title='Life Potential'/><author><name>Anisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cs7Ay9SV4W4/SOtmcrMtUdI/AAAAAAAAACI/3SuzMOsdVpA/S220/Doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-116134121439985100</id><published>2006-10-20T16:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-20T16:16:54.413+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who is there ... ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"One went to the door of the Beloved and knocked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A voice asked, 'Who is there?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He answered, 'It is I.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The voice said, 'There is no room for Me and Thee.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The door was shut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After a year of solitude and deprivation he returned and knocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A voice from within asked, 'Who is there?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The man said, 'It is Thee.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The door was opened for him." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-116134121439985100?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/116134121439985100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=116134121439985100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116134121439985100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116134121439985100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/10/who-is-there.html' title='Who is there ... ?'/><author><name>Puja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07982969573427463971</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-11943581.post-116123548812054008</id><published>2006-10-19T10:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-22T11:47:06.053+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Welcome !!!</title><content type='html'>I am delighted to see kindred souls joining us to participate and contribute to this forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me in a workshop the other day, "What is the next stage of human evolution".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "I am not sure if there is a defined &lt;em&gt;stage &lt;/em&gt;we are moving towards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"However, I suspect, there is a certain &lt;em&gt;state &lt;/em&gt;that we could be visting often, in this journey. It is a state of transcension of thoughts. A state of being a witness of one's thoughts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which, to me, does not mean being 'thought-less'. Instead, it means moving from being thought-led to leading ones thoughts, consciously."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my friends, it is about thought-leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's imprint this blog with our exceptional moments of thought-leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indraneel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-116123548812054008?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/116123548812054008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=116123548812054008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116123548812054008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116123548812054008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/10/welcome.html' title='Welcome !!!'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-116116583331108583</id><published>2006-10-18T15:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-18T15:33:53.323+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Dialogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Daisaku Ikeda says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dialogue -&amp;shy; It is the light that eliminates the dark shadows of violence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dialogue - It is the sword of peace that cuts the synergetic ties that bind       distrust to hatred to war. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dialogue &amp;shy;- It is the wings that bring people together and carry us over the walls of confrontation and social disintegration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To revive and return to the art of dialogue, and to multiply the number of participants in dialogue, is our first task as people of the 21st century. &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/11943581-116116583331108583?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/116116583331108583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=116116583331108583' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116116583331108583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116116583331108583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/10/importance-of-dialogue.html' title='The Importance of Dialogue'/><author><name>Anisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cs7Ay9SV4W4/SOtmcrMtUdI/AAAAAAAAACI/3SuzMOsdVpA/S220/Doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-116100712072599409</id><published>2006-10-16T18:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:12:18.913+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>Love is perhaps the most (ab)used word in the dictionary. Sometimes the most (a)voided and (ab)stained word, perhaps, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some of the recent posts having mentioned this word, I thought it may be a good idea to try and see if I could share some of my realizations from experiments with and experiencing of love, just in case it provides some direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to stay away from some of oft-heard profound expressions of love. Lest they are dismissed as "not-meant-for-us" "philosophy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me love, at its most basic level of manifestation, is the way to individualization. The energy which brings together the two parts of ourselves - the man &amp; the woman - together to a unified whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At another level is dissolves the illusive physical boundaries to include others in ones own existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, it is the energy that propels one to a state of absolute bliss as one transcends the physicality and emotionality of love to reach ones abode - a state of conscious awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intense love leaves no space for shame, guilt, condemnation or any of such fear-led emotions. It is about respecting ones freedom to be and let the other be - or even not to be. It is being released from the pressures to become and expectations of the other to become. It is being rendered to a state of surrendered existence. A state of humble spontaneity. A state of a magical presence, often awe-inspiring for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oft understood implication of love has a lot to do with 'doing' something. Maybe, that's how the journey starts. However, it is being 'total' in the doing including being 'total' with ones inability to be 'total'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of love makes a tiger and a sheep drink from the same pond. It makes co-existence of diverse and disparate entities possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it is about being loose and natural. Being at ease, even with ones dis-ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, let me offer a poem that I had written on my love :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My love is like the Sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love is like the Sun&lt;br /&gt;It shines, on all&lt;br /&gt;Making no&lt;br /&gt;Differences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nourishing&lt;br /&gt;Life-giving for some&lt;br /&gt;And scorching, burning&lt;br /&gt;For some others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glare can be blinding&lt;br /&gt;For some who&lt;br /&gt;Experience it&lt;br /&gt;Through its reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those caught&lt;br /&gt;In the paradox&lt;br /&gt;Of the day and night&lt;br /&gt;Are intrigued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By it’s illusory absence&lt;br /&gt;When they move&lt;br /&gt;To the ‘other’ side of&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is like the Sun&lt;br /&gt;It shines, on all&lt;br /&gt;Born out of the fire&lt;br /&gt;Eternally burning&lt;br /&gt;In my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May, 2006, Bangalore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-116100712072599409?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/116100712072599409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=116100712072599409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116100712072599409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116100712072599409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-116100245987195240</id><published>2006-10-16T18:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:10:59.873+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A small little story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was this man who saw a scorpion floundering around in the water. He decided to save it by stretching out his finger, but the scorpion stung him. The man still tried to get the scorpion out of the water, but the scorpion stung him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man nearby told him to stop trying to save the scorpion that kept stinging him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the man said: "It is the nature of the scorpion to sting. It is my nature to love. Why should I give up my nature to love just because it is the nature of the scorpion to sting? He is giving me what he has;I will give him what I have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up loving. Don't give up your goodness. Even if people around you sting!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-116100245987195240?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/116100245987195240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=116100245987195240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116100245987195240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116100245987195240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/10/small-little-story_16.html' title='A small little story'/><author><name>soumya</name><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-11943581.post-116100061840637821</id><published>2006-10-16T17:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:02:49.116+05:30</updated><title type='text'>If you can believe in Miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you can believe in your heart that something wonderful is about to happen then you love your life,&lt;br /&gt;If you can believe in your own powers and your own potential and in your own innate goodness and wake every morning with the awe of just being alive,&lt;br /&gt;If you can discover each day the awesome beauty in the world and explore and embrace life in yourself and in everyone you see each day,&lt;br /&gt;If you can reach within to find your own specialness and amaze yourself and those around you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you can admit that you are less than perfect and not be afraid to share these imperfections,&lt;br /&gt;If you can let those who love you help you and trust enough to be able to take,&lt;br /&gt;If you can look with hope to the horizon of today and live this day well,&lt;br /&gt;If you can let a little sun out as well as in to create your own rainbows,&lt;br /&gt;If you can believe in Miracles....&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/11943581-116100061840637821?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116100061840637821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/116100061840637821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-you-can-believe-in-miracles.html' title='If you can believe in Miracles'/><author><name>soumya</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-115700148182682537</id><published>2006-08-31T10:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-31T10:48:01.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The journey-an adventure</title><content type='html'>The adventure is not in arriving; it's on the way experience...not the expected,it's the surprise. You are not choosing what you shall see in the world, but are giving the world an even chance to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us all experience life... be on the journey, till we arrive at our destination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-115700148182682537?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/115700148182682537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=115700148182682537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/115700148182682537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/115700148182682537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/08/journey-adventure.html' title='The journey-an adventure'/><author><name>soumya</name><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-11943581.post-114943681448350671</id><published>2006-06-04T21:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:06:01.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love and Conscious Evolution</title><content type='html'>We all know how it feels when we fall in love. Aint we ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when we want this feeling to be re-created, we want to fall in love, again and again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint we? As if, the trigger to awakening of the love within is outside of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, falling in love, is a reminder of the fact that I am Love. The substance that I am made of. The proof that it is here (not there). Now (not then). To me, it is about discovering the incessant wel-spring of life, our nourishment - that lies deeply embedded in our being. Or is it The Being, itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fleeting feeling of transcendence, of unity, of surrender and of permanence of our ego brought about by an event of "falling in love" is perhaps an element of the Universal design to remind us that we are love. You are love, I am love and the very existence is Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between the traveller (one who is journeying towards evolution) and the indolent seeker (one who is stuck in ones own quagmire of 'maya') is that the events of "falling in love", in case of the former quickly comes as a wake up call to the realization - 'It exists. In me. Uncaused. Unborn. Undying." And in the case of the later it becomes a search, a seeking, an inquiry: "Where is it coming from?", "Who / what is the source?" and "Do I find it in him or Him"? etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, their is hope. The traveller reaches sooner. transcending from falling in love to being in Love. The seeker keeps questioning and seeking till realizes that what he / she is seeking is The Sought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of the seekers, may be, again by some Universal design remain stuck and persih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None the less, if we were to ask ourselves, what is the most significant signt post to Conscious Evolution ... well dont you all feel it is Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that is silly, stupid and strange? Love that is sacred, mystic and awesome? Love, that is un-caused and eternal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bias. I am an agnostic. My faith is Love. What about you? Is your God love?Or is Love your God? Or, to be more precise, is Love godliness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-114943681448350671?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/114943681448350671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=114943681448350671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/114943681448350671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/114943681448350671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-and-conscious-evolution.html' title='Love and Conscious Evolution'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-114891346418674669</id><published>2006-05-29T19:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-29T20:19:00.763+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Will all of us evolve?</title><content type='html'>In my previous post I had spoken about "impending perishment" of some who are refusing to pay heed to what I call as "wake-up call" events in their lives. I have distinguished between these somnambulists and the ones who are, to say the least, listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though deep inside there is a sense of disappointment, I have for quite some time justified perishment of some, believing that, systemically, that is the only way it will allow others, who are more ready, to evolve. Much in line with the classical theory of evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pleasantly surprised to note that P D Ouspensky in one of his lectures has also touched upon this seemingly unjust design of evolution, though from a slightly diffrent perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why cannot all men develop and become different beings? Why such an injustice? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The answer is very simple. Because they do not want it. Because they do not know about it and will not understand without a long preparation what it means, even if they are told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The chief idea is that in order to become a different being man must want it very much and for a very long time. A passing desire or a vague desire based on dissatisfaction with external conditions will not create a sufficient impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The evolution of man depends on his understanding of what he may get and what he must give for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If man does not want it, or if he does not want it strongly enough, and does not make necessary efforts, he will never develop. So there is no injustice in this. Why should man have what he does not want? If man were forced to become a different being when he is satisfied with what he is, then this would be injustice. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have more view points on this issue from the readers of this post. Never mind, even if it opposes what my beliefs are and Ouspensky's re-inforcement of the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-114891346418674669?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/114891346418674669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=114891346418674669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/114891346418674669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/114891346418674669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/05/will-all-of-us-evolve.html' title='Will all of us evolve?'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-114759102298868405</id><published>2006-05-14T12:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:58:23.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>About So'HaM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/1600/SoHaM%20Logo.2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/200/SoHaM%20Logo.2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So'HaM in Sanskrit means, That I Am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So'HaM has been envisaged as a kind of school, a sanctuary for those who have embarked or are getting ready to embark on their journey of human evolution, consciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-human evolution was taken care of by nature. However, in our habitual obsession with our rational intelligence and belief that we can 'do' what 'we' want, we have not only insulated ourselves from the all-pervasive evolutionary dynamics of the Existence, we also seem to have divorced ourselves from the roots of our 'being' in the Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news, however, is that, whether we want it or not, are aware of it or not, evolution continues. To me, it clearly distinguishes those who continue to go around in circles, like dogs chasing their tails, oblivious and unconscious of the impending perishment (I feel sad that the numbers are astronomical) from those (few), who in their own ways are perceptive to all the noise around them and are often stopping by to listen to the premordial silence underlying all the chaos of survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So'HaM is meant for the later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware of 'my' egoic needs of making So'HaM happen. The need to 'do' it 'right', by the 'right' time, with the 'right' kind of people. I am conscious of my egoic designs to take charge and control. And in my awareness I see this need-led design mirculously dissolve allowing the existential design to prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindred souls from all walks of life and across the globe are gravitating. We are sharing our purpose and passion and supplementing each other. Proposals for adoption of villages are coming forth. And volunteering for funds also seem to be in the offing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just being a spectator - to the bliss and joy of the unfolding as much as to the process of unfolding itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I await your inclusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-114759102298868405?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/114759102298868405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=114759102298868405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/114759102298868405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/114759102298868405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2006/05/about-soham.html' title='About So&apos;HaM'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943581.post-111310851931282789</id><published>2005-04-10T10:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:09:34.666+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Space for Conscious Evolution</title><content type='html'>In the recent times there has been a lot of awareness of the ecology around us. I get to see and hear many of us being genuinely (and many more as a matter of fad) concerned about endangered flora and fauna around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bothers me, however, is that not too many of us even bother to consider human kind as being a significant element of the evolving ecology, leave alone being concerned about its possible endangerment and extinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extinction, primarily in functional terms and then may be in physical terms too. There is more and enough evidence of how changing habitats (economic and otherwise) and frozen habits (egoic – need / fear driven) of some human kinds made them go almost extinct, particularly post 9/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organizational environment (promoted by inorganic mergers and acquisitions) most of us are exposed to, in the current business context may also threaten our survival as ‘human beings’. Notwithstanding the creature comforts that they enable for their employees, most such organizations are yet to do much to allay the feeling of hollowness and fear that most of their associates get in touch with, deep down, sometimes, in their being ‘human’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all are the overall environmental pollutants like eroded values and all-pervasive endemic diseases like corruption and crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we still remain in a state of ostrich-like complacency, believing that we are much beyond the ambit of evolution? Or we choose to share the concern and sense of urgency of Ekhart Tolle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The transformation of human consciousness is no longer a luxury, so to speak, available to only a few isolated individuals, but a necessity if humankind is not to destroy itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the present time, the dysfunction of the old consciousness and the arising of the new are accelerating. Paradoxically, things are getting worse and better at the same time, although the worse is more apparent because it makes so much “noise”."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a response to a certain calling, I feel being drawn to making happen a space for Conscious Evolution. An enabling space in the physical and other realms for individuals to move forward in their journey of Conscious Evolution. You may want to think of it as a sanctuary, a school or a contemporary "ashram".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it is a movement calling for convergence of energies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to contribute whatever you envision. Your creative inputs, thoughts, questions - all are welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11943581-111310851931282789?l=so-ham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/feeds/111310851931282789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11943581&amp;postID=111310851931282789' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/111310851931282789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943581/posts/default/111310851931282789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-ham.blogspot.com/2005/04/space-for-conscious-evolution.html' title='Space for Conscious Evolution'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
