<?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-218430527292733910</id><updated>2011-11-03T02:18:35.518+04:00</updated><category term='Mayapur'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Tv'/><category term='Scrubs'/><title type='text'>Clouds.</title><subtitle type='html'>So I have this fetish for clouds and thunder.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-3331570990582867484</id><published>2011-04-30T18:04:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T18:18:09.375+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deafening silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GgU-yOw8Fy0/TbwZkJuMRhI/AAAAAAAACqM/fuB6dE8RvTY/s1600/Path2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was just going through some old notes and came across an old piece that I wrote way back in 2007. Thought I'd share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Y7R4WVhgds/TbwZ9OaSzPI/AAAAAAAACqU/tysByMlStGg/s1600/Path2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Y7R4WVhgds/TbwZ9OaSzPI/AAAAAAAACqU/tysByMlStGg/s320/Path2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601380576173149426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deafening silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! The vast infinite road of life I traverse&lt;br /&gt;a wistfulness overcomes me as I ponder&lt;br /&gt;a wish for a straight uninterrupted road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wistfulness morphs not into reality&lt;br /&gt;Reality whispers about a fork&lt;br /&gt;Even as I exclaim my protest&lt;br /&gt;The dreaded split enters my vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear and bright as the sunny sky&lt;br /&gt;is my goal on one path&lt;br /&gt;Yet the unknown tugs at my heart&lt;br /&gt;"Have you not learnt the lesson yet?" mocks my mind&lt;br /&gt;"Are you worthy enough" pricks my conscience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dainty step towards the unknown&lt;br /&gt;a hoard of conflicting voices overwhelm&lt;br /&gt;A faint echo I hear, an echo of my soul&lt;br /&gt;lost amongst a myriad of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Wisps of the echo floats away&lt;br /&gt;as I grasp to hear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak louder my dear soul,&lt;br /&gt;Will this unknown path ever converge?&lt;br /&gt;Will I see the dear familiars of my road?&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainity holds me still but&lt;br /&gt;Time does not pause, I ask you&lt;br /&gt;"What should I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ponder on as I listen to&lt;br /&gt;the deafening silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-3331570990582867484?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3331570990582867484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=3331570990582867484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/3331570990582867484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/3331570990582867484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2011/04/deafening-silence.html' title='Deafening silence'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Y7R4WVhgds/TbwZ9OaSzPI/AAAAAAAACqU/tysByMlStGg/s72-c/Path2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-874833408414447430</id><published>2011-01-26T21:40:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T23:03:00.182+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Limbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/TUBvjqP-PrI/AAAAAAAACh8/3VbeQZkELxM/s1600/rollercoaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/TUBvjqP-PrI/AAAAAAAACh8/3VbeQZkELxM/s320/rollercoaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566571797857320626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a roller-coaster? What do you remember most out of that experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you remember the deep drop. Maybe you remember your stomach in your mouth. Maybe you remember your head spinning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What stands out most for me is the feeling of anxiety, uncertainty and anticipation as we climb up the slope. You just KNOW everything will be all right at the end of the ride but the anxiety and 'wait' for the ride to be over does not go away. Why all this roller coaster talk you ask? Well, just when I thought I had everything mapped out, I am yet again climbing this slope of the rollercoaster of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was still single - and I know a lot of my unmarried devotee girlfriends can attest to this - all the pressure to get married gave me this exact same feeling. I did not know what my future would be, who my husband would be, where I would live - so many uncertainties! I felt I was in limbo just WAITING. Just waiting for Krishna to reveal his plans. Once I got married, everything seemed perfect. I thought I knew my future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then came damodar. :). Of course, just his name brings a smile to my face but he has put me back on this rollercoaster. I'm back in limbo - this time for such a LONG period! Now I am just WAITING again. Waiting for him to grow, waiting to see him crawl, waiting to see his first step, waiting to see him play karatals, waiting to see him play mridanga, waiting to see him serve devotees......waiting for a whole lot of things now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I pray for my dear Gopinath is that when this rollercoaster ride is over, please let me be under your shelter and not Maya's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-874833408414447430?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/874833408414447430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=874833408414447430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/874833408414447430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/874833408414447430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2011/01/limbo.html' title='Limbo'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/TUBvjqP-PrI/AAAAAAAACh8/3VbeQZkELxM/s72-c/rollercoaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-5430421103760430261</id><published>2010-08-20T00:41:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T01:21:49.417+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Increasing dimensions</title><content type='html'>Bliss in Krishna consciousness comes in various forms and through various means. We are usually accustomed to experiencing bliss only in a particular way. You could be that kind of devotee who 'feels' it - that ecstasy, that pure joy, the feeling that your soul is completely drenched in satisfaction of being connected to Krishna only by book distribution, waking up early to chant rounds, an ecstatic dancing kirtan, a meditative absorbing kirtan, dressing deities, doing an arati, being involved in management during a huge festival etc etc - or a mixture of any of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an addict to this soul-satisfying ecstasy, joy, bliss - we often tend to get attached to only that particular service which gives us this bliss. And then, like opening our eyes to a new dimension, Krishna somehow throws us into something else. According to our level of maturity, we experience the bliss slowly or immediately. But when our stubborn mind releases its claws on old attachments - oh krishna, we realize the actual meaning of the term 'ever-increasing' bliss. It is a new dimension of joy in KC. "Bliss in KC is ever-increasing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I experienced a new dimension of pleasure and satisfaction in Krishna consciousness. I did not get my usual 'high' from being absorbed in Kirtan. Nor did I realize some brilliant philosophical angle by listening to a Maharaj or senior devotee. I was not remotely connected with doing anything for the deities. I did not dance ecstatically in a super crazy kirtan. I did not make garlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I served the Vaishnavas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....my soul is super-drenched in satisfaction and bliss right now. :) Thank you everyone for accepting our invitation, coming home and giving us an opportunity to experience this bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-5430421103760430261?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5430421103760430261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=5430421103760430261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/5430421103760430261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/5430421103760430261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/increasing-dimensions.html' title='Increasing dimensions'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-539098099617727180</id><published>2010-07-12T21:19:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:29:14.330+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Samsara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/TDtQwwztCvI/AAAAAAAAChE/zG2T_QqX05o/s1600/tears4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/TDtQwwztCvI/AAAAAAAAChE/zG2T_QqX05o/s400/tears4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493072969174158066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Destined I am for tears&lt;br /&gt;tears of misery and helplessness&lt;br /&gt;Uncontrolled tears that have no reason&lt;br /&gt;Except the fact I swim in the ocean of samsara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-539098099617727180?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/539098099617727180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=539098099617727180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/539098099617727180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/539098099617727180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/samsara.html' title='Samsara'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/TDtQwwztCvI/AAAAAAAAChE/zG2T_QqX05o/s72-c/tears4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-3260994953754271217</id><published>2010-01-10T21:10:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:24:25.828+04:00</updated><title type='text'>First and second loves.</title><content type='html'>It's funny how everyone here in Damodardesh associate Kirtans with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;This was the scene in Atlanta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Saturday around 9a.m after the morning program. Time for Mrdanga class with Vedasara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is Anuradha?"&lt;br /&gt;"She is in the pujari making garlands..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the Sunday feast night and you can see and hear all the smiles and 'haribols' going back and forth. It is 'socializing' time......that is prasadam time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/S0oHuvwKY6I/AAAAAAAACfI/eURmTtrWGl0/s1600-h/pujari-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/S0oHuvwKY6I/AAAAAAAACfI/eURmTtrWGl0/s400/pujari-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425157200795034530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is Anuradha"?&lt;br /&gt;"Oh she is on the altar with Madhavi helping her do the evening service"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yup, Madhavi always maganged to lure me to help her on the altar even though it was not my day to do evening seva :) ......and i'll always be grateful for that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for the Sunday night kirtans. And I would be scrubbing the altar or putting away necklaces, earrings as Uttam Prabhu drowned everyone in Mayapur mellows :) Oh I would also completely lose myself in UttamPrabhu's transcendental tunes......but I would be doing so in the pujari room as the holy names waft in through the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shhhh....but it also used to be my excuse.... "Can you help us wash these pots?", "Nope, sorry, have to do the evening arati!" :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite hard for me in Dubai initially. No temple. No Deities. What seva would I do? Now I realize my immaturity during my 'depressed' days. My only solace was turning to my second love - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kirtans&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was talking to Mandali recently in Chowpatty, she expressed that one of her realizations when she wasn't able to do as much deity worship in India, was that it was an opportunity to internalize deity worship. Women can't be on the altar doing abhishek, but who can stop you offering a manasa abhishek to Krishna?! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized another aspect of deity worship! What I was doing as my 'second' love in Damodardesh was really just another aspect of my first love. So now, I regularly peform deity worship in Damodardesh. I regularly serve the deities - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the deities of the holy name&lt;/span&gt;. Kirtan is a beautiful way of internalizing worship. Getting absorbed in Kirtan, meditating on his form with the holy name just engulfing you.... Staying in Damodardesh has opened my eyes to another beautiful form of the Lord - his transcendental name....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Nama-bhajana is not bound by any rule—the holy name is beyond all virtuous acts—He is spiritual—He is virility and luster in a person. All the Vedas have been manifested from this holy name. The holy name is bliss, the holy name is ananda. We can excellently be devoted to Him. The holy name is worship and is to be worshiped; Your feet are to be held in veneration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Srila Bhaktivinoda Thakur, Hari Nama-cintamani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Kirtaniya sada hari... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/S0oIdkK94MI/AAAAAAAACfQ/oRBm7LQDMHQ/s1600-h/kirtan+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/S0oIdkK94MI/AAAAAAAACfQ/oRBm7LQDMHQ/s400/kirtan+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425158005140086978" 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/218430527292733910-3260994953754271217?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3260994953754271217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=3260994953754271217&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/3260994953754271217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/3260994953754271217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-and-second-loves.html' title='First and second loves.'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/S0oHuvwKY6I/AAAAAAAACfI/eURmTtrWGl0/s72-c/pujari-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-1342106315220875755</id><published>2009-12-15T08:16:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:39:41.143+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gopidots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SycS0c5WvsI/AAAAAAAACe8/A8u6f3zSd1Q/s1600-h/radha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415317769255567042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SycS0c5WvsI/AAAAAAAACe8/A8u6f3zSd1Q/s400/radha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Gopidots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scent of rosewater making me heady&lt;br /&gt;bathing your glowing white body&lt;br /&gt;The silence of the altar&lt;br /&gt;Hum of the mahamantra&lt;br /&gt;It is just you and me&lt;br /&gt;as I play with your skirts&lt;br /&gt;Which earrings would you like today ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ache is back my dear Rani&lt;br /&gt;Is some of that mercy saved for me?&lt;br /&gt;One desire.&lt;br /&gt;One day again....just to hold that brush&lt;br /&gt;be absorbed in those patterns.......just to paint &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;gopidots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on your moonlike face.....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-1342106315220875755?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1342106315220875755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=1342106315220875755&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/1342106315220875755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/1342106315220875755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/12/gopidots.html' title='Gopidots'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SycS0c5WvsI/AAAAAAAACe8/A8u6f3zSd1Q/s72-c/radha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-7912827885454650095</id><published>2009-11-16T21:06:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:07:05.531+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;                &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We brahmanas are worshipable by others only due to our quality of forgiveness. It is through this quality of forgiveness that Lord Brahma has achieved the post of master of the entire universe. The Supreme Personality of Godhead Lord Hari, the remover of obstacles, becomes pleased with those who are forgiving. Forgiveness is illuminating like the sun, and cultivation of this quality is the brahmana’s duty.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;- Srimad Bhagavatam 9.15.39 - 41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You think you have forgiven and forgotten and then the bad taste in your mouth creeps in along with all the memories of unpleasantness and distress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Brahmana? Ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-7912827885454650095?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7912827885454650095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=7912827885454650095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/7912827885454650095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/7912827885454650095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/11/forgive.html' title='Forgive!'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-9191699155334736328</id><published>2009-10-14T00:08:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:21:10.525+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thread of the holy name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meshed in my short sightedness&lt;br /&gt;Influenced by expectations&lt;br /&gt;Lamentations of ignorance&lt;br /&gt;a thread of sanity holding me&lt;br /&gt;the thread of the holy names&lt;br /&gt;Hope binds this thread to me&lt;br /&gt;Hope that this thread will lead&lt;br /&gt;to that world of Krishna prema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;trinad api sunicena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;taror api sahishnuna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;amanina manadena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;kirtaniyah sada harihi&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Arial, Helvetica;" &gt;"One should chant the holy name of the Lord in a humble state of mind, thinking oneself lower than the straw in the street; one should be more tolerant than a tree, devoid of all sense of false prestige, and should be ready to offer all respect to others. In such a state of mind one can chant the holy name of the Lord constantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chant.Chant.Chant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-9191699155334736328?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9191699155334736328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=9191699155334736328&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/9191699155334736328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/9191699155334736328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/10/thread-of-holy-name.html' title='Thread of the holy name'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-422048646293653347</id><published>2009-09-20T15:56:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:38:40.919+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leisure Pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;lei·sure: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; freedom provided by the cessation of activities; &lt;em&gt;especially&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; time free from work or duties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been missing this little noun for eons now. Finally I've caught a hold of this elusive little thing today - today being a holiday for Eid. This is such an interesting definition of leisure. Are we ever free from activity? The very nature of the soul is to be active so where do you draw the line between activities that count as work and activities that count as pleasure? When we engage in activies of pleasure, it becomes leisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In yesterday's program, Yadav prabhu made such beautiful points. He mentioned that one of the Radha raman pujaris from Vrindavan once said that, "Krishna gives himself to us in our old age, if we give him our youth".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realized how I'm slowly crossing this stage of 'youth'. After my wedding in December, my day is just going to get busier. I will have officially become an adult with so many responsibilities to juggle.  How to juggle? How do I immerse myself in the Lord's name, pastimes, service with a household to take care of? How am I going to give my youth to Krishna, when I am struggling with paperwork, phonecalls etc from dawn to dusk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is where I get lucky :)  Even though the world seems to get too big to handle, my day seems filled with meangingless phonecalls and paperwork - offering all this to Krishna makes it seem so much lighter at the end of the day. Leisure? Well, who needs it when you are blissful in your busy day anyway. Trick is to link my meaningless paperwork to Krishna.......well not so successful sometimes, but I'm getting there. It's going to get easier to do this when I have a half hour of kirtan together with family to look forward to. Or 15 minutes of Bhagavatam reading. And really, the light at the end of the tunnel - Mayapur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Nitai. For everything. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-422048646293653347?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/422048646293653347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=422048646293653347&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/422048646293653347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/422048646293653347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/09/leisure-pleasure.html' title='Leisure Pleasure'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-7532152762101391146</id><published>2009-08-24T20:08:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:45:34.069+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SpLDjETg-dI/AAAAAAAACdo/Clw0lLLpvrY/s1600-h/Nitai-Pada-Kamala_desktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SpLDjETg-dI/AAAAAAAACdo/Clw0lLLpvrY/s400/Nitai-Pada-Kamala_desktop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373572312624855506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A small number, four seems&lt;br /&gt;Only four defects innate within&lt;br /&gt;Miseries untold it causes&lt;br /&gt;Incapability overwhelms me&lt;br /&gt;binds me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause of misery to one entity?&lt;br /&gt;No. Helplessly I am led to&lt;br /&gt;cause misery to millions&lt;br /&gt;Only four defects they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired Nitai&lt;br /&gt;tired of this bad bargain&lt;br /&gt;tired of my conditionings&lt;br /&gt;tired of my imperfect service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unqualified, yet I beg&lt;br /&gt;to make that day mine&lt;br /&gt;when your form, glories and name&lt;br /&gt;become inseparable from my breath...&lt;br /&gt;inseparable from my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inseparable from M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-7532152762101391146?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7532152762101391146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=7532152762101391146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/7532152762101391146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/7532152762101391146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SpLDjETg-dI/AAAAAAAACdo/Clw0lLLpvrY/s72-c/Nitai-Pada-Kamala_desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-2397318420603502087</id><published>2009-08-16T00:16:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T05:03:55.725+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two monsters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two monsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begged, borrowed and stole&lt;br /&gt;that mercy caused by serving your lotus feet&lt;br /&gt;Undeserving, I blissfully swam in that ocean&lt;br /&gt;drinking in and savoring the taste of spiritual bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carelessness. Ungratefulness.&lt;br /&gt;The two ugly monsters that dwell within&lt;br /&gt;Devoured the little mercy that came my way&lt;br /&gt;Not a glimpse of the spiritual bliss they reveal&lt;br /&gt;Those horrible monsters shadow everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say, "Its the thought and love that counts"&lt;br /&gt;A friend said, "True love ensures its perfection that counts"&lt;br /&gt;Perfection does not happen when endeavors&lt;br /&gt;are tainted with those monsters of mine&lt;br /&gt;Prabhupad gave us the panacea - Chant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamentably this vicious cycle entangles me&lt;br /&gt;What to do if my endeavor to chant&lt;br /&gt;is also shadowed by these ugly monsters?&lt;br /&gt;Hence my plea to you Gopinath....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus, concentration and sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but steadily the monsters will be slain&lt;br /&gt;if your names are chanted with&lt;br /&gt;Focus, concentration and sincerity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O gopinath,&lt;br /&gt;Help me chant&lt;br /&gt;Help me purify myself&lt;br /&gt;Help me slay these monsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Help me my dear Gopinath....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"...another kind of distraction occurs when one is too eager to complete the fixed number of holy names even at the sacrifice of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;quality.  One must therefore always insure that he chants his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;rounds sincerely.  Also, one should better improve the quality of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;his chanting rather than try to increase his daily number of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;rounds for show.  The name of the Lord should be always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;pronounced distinctly.  Only by the grace of the Lord can this be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;achieved.  Thus one should pray to the Lord that he never falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;victim to the wiles of the illusion of distraction, and that he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can continue to taste the full nectar of the holy name."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Srila Bhaktivinod Thakur, Sri Harinama Cintamani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-2397318420603502087?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2397318420603502087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=2397318420603502087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/2397318420603502087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/2397318420603502087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-monsters.html' title='Two monsters'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-1329562408628939200</id><published>2009-08-01T10:14:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:59:19.035+04:00</updated><title type='text'>FOLK - Friends of Lord Krishna : Damodardesh</title><content type='html'>We just finished Nrsimha Arati and were sitting down to eat our prasad, plan our next kartal lesson, exchanging tunes, enjoying some Maha prasad and so on when Sri Vallabh prabhu with his commanding presence walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are we all ready to start our Janmastami meeting?" his voice resounded in Flat 607.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all quickly finished whatever was left of our sandwiches and meekly sat down on one side in a group of 10 eagerly anticipating what sevas we would get to do on one of the most auspicious days in our Vaishnava calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what can the youth get into? " And Sri vallabh prabhu started suggesting a few sevas. And in his usual humorous manner he encouraged us,&lt;br /&gt;"All you youth should take up everything, get into it and takeover. Let us baldies and oldies take a seat back. What say everyone? Shouldn't we let the youth takeover?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came the damper on our enthusiasm and eagerness, "Prabhu, I don't think they are ready yet, they need to be held back a little. Their sins need to be purified first"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Thankfully Sri Vallabh prabhu immediately retorted with, "They are held by Krishna and by doing seva they will automatically get cleansed. We cannot wait for the waves to stop before going for a swim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel extremely sorry that we have potrayed such an image.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry that I have such a big false ego which got a blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many sincere souls in the youth who deserve to be encouraged and nurtured in KC rather than be discouraged. I humbly request senior devotees to take the time to find out about so many of us who have the spark of KC and just need a little fanning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer my obeisances to all of the youth from who I learn something new every week as I associate with them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laxmi - her devotion to her deities ? She is a perfect example of a true pujari. Her eagerness to serve, to cook for the devotees, to preach to all the youth, her passion to learn kirtans and sing........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samiksha - who started chanting 16 rounds since she's been back from Mayapur. Who shed tears as she was leaving....how many of us can shed a tear for the holy dham in seperation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha - who voluntarily transcribes Radhanath Swami's lectures online for iskcondesiretree.com. How much nectar does she absorb by doing this service?? Who is so eager for a kirtan program, to chant to advance in KC to serve, to preach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namrata (chotrani) - who tirelessly arranges for prasadam EVERY week for the youth class... who is everready to serve in whatever way she can....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namrata (keshwani) - on whose mind Krishna constantly dances :) in the form of kirtans, quotes , you tube videos ...... someone whose enthusiasm rubs off on me when I see her.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashish - who has taken up to KC and chanting like lighting fire to dry wood. In the short few months, he's already handling the book table, accounts ...learning Mrdanga from Yadav prabhu (oh yeah we're getting our band ready :)) been to Mayapur.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky prabhu - who tirelessly comes to class every Friday just to enthuse all of us in kirtan and share his wonderful knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneha aka Bunty :) - who never misses associating with us, responsibly handles her seva and tirelessly calls up every one of us every week to attend programs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pavan - who is our little pujari :) His love for Radha Madhav - something I need to get an ounce of. I still remember how excited and ecstatic he was when I got him some Tulasi from the feet of Madhava from Mayapur....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simi - who has gone through a lot of harships materially and has constantly been attracted to Krishna and is another example of fire to dry wood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roshni - who always keeps the class alive by asking questions :) Her excellent presentations and videos... Her sincerity to read Prahbupad's books and gain knowledge....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keshavi - who has definitely been a devotee in her past life :) She grasps playing instruments and singing kirtans so easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course the backbone of our class - H.G Vasudev Gopal Das :) who at the age of 12 was the only boy in children's class who did not raise his hand up when Sri Vallabh prabhu asked everyone, "who wants to be liberated and go back to Krishna?"&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;"Because..." He answered, "If all the devotees go back to Krishna then who will stay back and tell about Krishna to others?"&lt;br /&gt;My full dandavats to you VGD for contantly working to preach to spread Prabhupad's movement among us disillusioned youth in Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my gratitude goes out to Sri Vallabh prabhu, Nand Prabhu and ESPECIALLY Shuba mataji for creating this opportunity for all of youth to come together every week and inspire each other to progress in KC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dandavats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I've written this in one shot and apologize to all the youth whom I have left out! If I have left you out then please come and do seva for youth class and Janmastami so your name will be up there right next to VGD ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-1329562408628939200?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1329562408628939200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=1329562408628939200&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/1329562408628939200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/1329562408628939200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/folk-friends-of-lord-krishna.html' title='FOLK - Friends of Lord Krishna : Damodardesh'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-4999228105216001128</id><published>2009-06-26T23:36:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:07:53.322+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime insecurities</title><content type='html'>There are a few things about Krishna that just hold me in complete fascination that I just start gushing about my fascinations and discoveries about Krishna's personality and pastimes to everyone! If you've met me and known me for a decent period of time, then you've probably heard this from me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Madhavi first told me this on the altar, I just exclaimed ! "How adorable!" So what every Radha Krishna pujari would know and most other devotees would not know is that, the Lord of the Universe, the controller of everything moving and non-moving, THE Supreme &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/Ske-5N09oyI/AAAAAAAACcM/FSGC6wooMd8/s1600-h/krishna-flute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/Ske-5N09oyI/AAAAAAAACcM/FSGC6wooMd8/s400/krishna-flute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352456572326748962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;personality of Godhead.....&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;.sleeps with his flute under his pillow! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.e The pujari who puts the deities to sleep at night usually takes Krishna's flute and keeps it under his pillow physically. I've heard a couple of reasons for this but the official ones from Jananivas prabhu are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;1) The flute is sooo dear to Kanha that he does not want to be separated from it since it is with the flute that he controls the gopis&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The gopis know that with this flute Kanha controls them so they are always looking to steal his flute. He keeps it under his pillow for protection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;nadyas tadā tad upadhārya mukunda-gītam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; āvarta-lakṣita-manobhava-bhagna-vegāḥ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; ālińgana-sthagitam ūrmi-bhujair murārer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;gṛhṇanti pāda-yugalaḿ kamalopahārāḥ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"When the rivers hear the flute-song of Krishna, their minds begin to desire Him, and thus the flow of their currents is broken and their waters are agitated, moving around in whirlpools. Then with the arms of their waves the rivers embrace Murari's lotus feet and, holding on to them, present offerings of lotus flowers.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- Srimad Bhagavatam 10.21.15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:17;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-4999228105216001128?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4999228105216001128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=4999228105216001128&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/4999228105216001128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/4999228105216001128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/bedtime-insecurities.html' title='Bedtime insecurities'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/Ske-5N09oyI/AAAAAAAACcM/FSGC6wooMd8/s72-c/krishna-flute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-1725633179809341511</id><published>2009-06-07T16:16:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:26:23.815+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SiuxeoOsSgI/AAAAAAAACV8/r2eWhXpS1Pc/s1600-h/radhastami_gal15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SiuxeoOsSgI/AAAAAAAACV8/r2eWhXpS1Pc/s400/radhastami_gal15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344560522558458370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfection is what I sought&lt;br /&gt;Perfection is what I thought I found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection does not enter this world&lt;br /&gt;Perfection yet is sought for in souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection's quest welcomes disappointment&lt;br /&gt;Perfection only lies with you - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Gopinath&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-1725633179809341511?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1725633179809341511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=1725633179809341511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/1725633179809341511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/1725633179809341511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SiuxeoOsSgI/AAAAAAAACV8/r2eWhXpS1Pc/s72-c/radhastami_gal15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-4217679590714428944</id><published>2009-05-26T17:23:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:38:48.958+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"When a devotee with all his heart and soul serves Krsna, dresses him in nice garments and gives him a flower, Krsna smiles. If you can get Krishna to smile upon you just once, your life's goal is fulfilled."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Srila Prabhupad, Lecture SB 3.25.12, 12th November, 1974&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/Shv32NaIqOI/AAAAAAAACVQ/3L3tq3xhYrg/s1600-h/Photo0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/Shv32NaIqOI/AAAAAAAACVQ/3L3tq3xhYrg/s400/Photo0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340134293862131938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Vishaka mataji's girirajji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;As my eyes took in the slow dawn of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;my fingers felt the soft wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;bead by bead - transcendental wood of tulsidevi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;My mind the wonderful traveller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; a thousand places did it visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thread of desire was visited and explored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Memories entangled with that thread &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;of gopi dots, peacock feathers, ghee lamps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;of chandan, mukut pieces, chadars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;caused that familiar longing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;longing to serve your beautiful deity form...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;How can I ever anticipate that sweet mercy of yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"Anuradha? Can you come paint and dress up my girirajji?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Amazement and wonder continues to be my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;as your mercy continues to flow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smile please? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-4217679590714428944?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4217679590714428944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=4217679590714428944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/4217679590714428944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/4217679590714428944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/05/smile-please.html' title='Smile please?'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/Shv32NaIqOI/AAAAAAAACVQ/3L3tq3xhYrg/s72-c/Photo0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-6182056993026625616</id><published>2009-05-16T22:46:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:26:41.792+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The sweetest sounds to mortals given  Are heard in Mother, Home, and Heaven.  ~William Goldsmith Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Definitely in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the descriptions given in the scriptures about Krishna, the one I have most trouble visualizing or conceptualizing in my mind are the sounds of the spiritual world. The one thing I yearn most to hear... Krishna's flute, the cakora birds, the koyal, the peacocks, and of course the 'deep resounding thunderlike' voice of Krishna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"Krishna's deep voice resounds like a rumbling cloud and his tinkling ornaments allure the ears...."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chapter 6, Gayatri Mahima Madhuri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This quote about his voice was a little hard to find. I used to wonder and wonder if there are any descriptions about Krishna's voice and then I chanced upon this when I was reading the Gayatri book. But there are countless about his ever enchanting, mesmerizing flute playing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;"..Krishna's flute vibrates eight different tunes. Demigods like Lord Brahma and Lord Siva break their meditation and forget everything when the first tune pierces their ears. Lord Siva stops playing his din-din drum. Lord Brahma sits astonished on his lotus flower, and Lord Ananta Sesa begins swaying hypnotically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;The second tune makes the Yamuna flow backwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;The moon stops moving upon hearing the third tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Cows run up to Krishna, and stand motionless with upraised ears to drink the nectar of the fourth tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;The fifth note brings the gopis madly running-eager for Krishna's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;The sixth tune creates autumn, replete with juicy fruits and rich foliage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Stones melt when caressed by this note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;The seventh note instantly ushes in all six seasons manifesting their full splendor with gentle, sensous southern breezes carrying the perfumed aromas of fresh forest flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;The eighth note of Syama's seductive flute takes the name of Radha....&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know whether it is going to take me lifetimes or just this lifetime to hear what I yearn to hear but one thing is for sure.... all my yearnings for sounds of the spiritual world is COMPLETELY satisfied by .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ching Ching Chinggg....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ching Ching Chinggg....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yess.....those soul stirring kirtans that just teases those senses of ours with visions of the spiritual world and incomparable bliss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e5SdOjq5akA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e5SdOjq5akA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-6182056993026625616?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6182056993026625616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=6182056993026625616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/6182056993026625616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/6182056993026625616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/05/thunder.html' title='Thunder !'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-1350336417553667074</id><published>2009-05-10T16:35:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:37:24.445+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Atma Nivedana</title><content type='html'>A devotee once told me,&lt;br /&gt;" We offer so many services to Krishna......we offer him garlands, we make prasad and offer it, we offer our kirtans, our bhajans yet in the process of offering him all these services, we forget to offer him ourselves! "&lt;br /&gt;Krishna accepts anything offered with love but all he is really looking for is YOU. And that is the hardest thing to offer. The false ego of me, mine never lets us actually do this. Every activity we do, each and every step and action we take in our lives, from bathing, eating, studying.....everything is geared towards one goal......satisfy the self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can classify every action as geared towards&lt;br /&gt;1) Sense pleasure&lt;br /&gt;2) Intelligence &amp;amp; Mind pleasure&lt;br /&gt;3) False ego pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it....every small thing we do can be classified under these things. Even devotional service. When I make garlands, it satisfies my senses to see the beautiful flowers, satisfies my intelligence to arrange it in a pattern, and finally satisfies my ego when somebody says, 'oh what a beautiful garland you've made!'. Even though, I'm making it for Krishna, this tinge of ego pleasure never goes away. I would say that ego pleasure is the hardest to overcome. Whatever service we do, the sense of the self doing it hardly goes away....&lt;br /&gt;(I am of course talking about common neophyte devotees like me and not elevated souls where can see actual 'selfless service')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can argue that if even devotional service is performed to satisfy the material senses and ego then why do it? Well.....the only answer I have for this is to ask you to actually spend a day doing service. Yes, my ego is being satisfied, my intelligence is being satisfied when I listen to a good lecture or read sound philosophy, my senses are being satisfied when I listen to beautiful, heartmoving kirtans and bhajans.......yet, at the end of the day, when I go home....when I get a moment to ponder on my pleasure and enjoyment, I realize, this pleasure is something much much deeper.......it is the pleasure of the satisfaction of the soul....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-1350336417553667074?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1350336417553667074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=1350336417553667074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/1350336417553667074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/1350336417553667074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/05/atma-nivedana.html' title='Atma Nivedana'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-708326352639764384</id><published>2009-04-26T22:21:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:39:54.786+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaggu Dada...</title><content type='html'>So, since I've been caught up dealing with a million different emotions and new situations and new life etc., I just realized today how I miss writing. Yet, I'm still caught up with other things to write anything decent....but I still want to post something so here is something short I had written during my initial days when I first got my brahmana initiation and went on the altar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dear Jagannath...                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;The throbbing feet I can ignore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;sacrifice my precious world of snore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;the burns, the cuts, the bruises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;all I can dismiss away as excuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;to see your beautiful smile on the altar...my merciful Jagannath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SfSpgy-Xc6I/AAAAAAAACT8/4JKj5wW6bmw/s1600-h/DSC00631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SfSpgy-Xc6I/AAAAAAAACT8/4JKj5wW6bmw/s400/DSC00631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329070639990404002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: The burns were from cooking, the cuts from making garlands (I always found a way to bruise my skin with the needle and cut my self with scissors and the bruises from banging myself on random things like doors, tables and chairs as I ran from the altar to the pujari to finish dressing by darshan. I attribute all this to the burning away my karma of deity worship offenses on the altar :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-708326352639764384?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/708326352639764384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=708326352639764384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/708326352639764384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/708326352639764384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/04/jaggu-dada.html' title='Jaggu Dada...'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SfSpgy-Xc6I/AAAAAAAACT8/4JKj5wW6bmw/s72-c/DSC00631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-1037372021185563877</id><published>2009-03-08T20:05:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:29:51.240+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Resolve and branches</title><content type='html'>Resolve a fickle entity you are&lt;br /&gt;choose you I do duped by your exterior strength&lt;br /&gt;of brick and stone you appear to be made&lt;br /&gt;Rashly do I place you in my heart and mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did my intelligence know&lt;br /&gt;of the enmity between you and my heart&lt;br /&gt;Senses chip away at those bricks&lt;br /&gt;siding with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mind! I plead my case to you&lt;br /&gt;heed my words that paint the future&lt;br /&gt;our best interests is to reinforce these bricks&lt;br /&gt;for all I want to do is to serve my guru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Become my friend O mind&lt;br /&gt;let us dwell not on these temporary branches&lt;br /&gt;but on eternal topics that would&lt;br /&gt;soothe the heart and senses.....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Krishna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-1037372021185563877?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1037372021185563877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=1037372021185563877&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/1037372021185563877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/1037372021185563877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-resolve-and-branches.html' title='Of Resolve and branches'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-2149335369900462094</id><published>2009-03-08T15:04:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:48:04.599+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good night...</title><content type='html'>It is funny how we devotees always can find something to occupy ourselves with. If I was a karmi, staying here at the ayurvedic center I would have left screaming for being bored out of my mind.  Benefits of being a devotee, Radha rati mataji and me are occupying ourselves with singing kirtans, reading the Bhagavatam (we have an aim to finish the first canto before we leave) and generally exchanging our realizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was particularly lamenting on my separation from Panihati Dham and the deities there. Deity worship is something that I miss truly from the core of my heart. You have to be a pujari to know what I'm talking about....a pujari who has no deities at the moment to serve. A small temple like Panihati dham where during the weekdays, it is just you and the deities....prabhupad singing softly in the main temple room, there is so much bliss that it really hurts knowing that it is highly impossible for me to go back to that kind of service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prabhupad's bhajans are the most soothing sounds in this world. Getting absorbed in Prabhupad's deep voice, removing Panihati candra's mukut pieces, scrubbing gopi dots off of Madan mohan, giving jagannath some fresh water for the night, sweeping and mopping the altar with some eucalyptus oil.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing in their beds....tucking Krishna's flute under his pillow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="paraverse"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;agaccha sayana-sthanam                                  priyabhih saha kesava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="paraverse"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;                                 divya-puspatya-sayyayam sukham vihara madhava"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="paraverse"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Now come, O Kesava, along with Your beloved                                  Srimati Radharani and Her friends, to the bed                                  covered with transcendental, aromatic flowers.                                  Now happily enjoy Your pastimes, O Madhava."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and then chanting the respectful mantras for everyone else , switch off the lights on the altar,&lt;br /&gt;and then whisper a,&lt;br /&gt;"Good night...".....and slowly tiptoe out the back locking the doors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...until I see them the next morning glowing softly &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SbOuZ2slRyI/AAAAAAAACTU/cBMX6i9FXqU/s1600-h/img_1219955455_999_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SbOuZ2slRyI/AAAAAAAACTU/cBMX6i9FXqU/s400/img_1219955455_999_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310780144802416418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for Mangala arati....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;So, Caitanya Mahāprabhu is very kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Parama karuna, pahū dui jana.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Two Lords, Nitāi-Gauracandra, Nityānanda Prabhu and Śrī Caitanya Mahāprabhu, They are very kind, you see? They have appeared just to reclaim the fallen souls of this age. So They are more kind than Krishna. Krishna, He is also very kind. He comes to deliver. But Kṛṣṇa demands that first of all surrender. Caitanya Mahāprabhu even does not demand surrender. He is so kind. (voice choking) So take shelter of Śrī Caitanya Mahāprabhu and be happy. Thank you very much. (weeping) (end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Srila Prabhupada, Arrival Address, February 28, 1975, Atlanta, Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made Prabhupada weep...will I ever gaze at your merciful eyes again? scrub the chandan off your feet?.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-2149335369900462094?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2149335369900462094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=2149335369900462094&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/2149335369900462094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/2149335369900462094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-night.html' title='Good night...'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SbOuZ2slRyI/AAAAAAAACTU/cBMX6i9FXqU/s72-c/img_1219955455_999_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-3391165074212881004</id><published>2009-03-01T08:53:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:22:56.095+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A conversation overheard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SaoYuI7O8eI/AAAAAAAACSg/ggrddfOYVOg/s1600-h/UdupiSeshKrishna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 340px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SaoYuI7O8eI/AAAAAAAACSg/ggrddfOYVOg/s400/UdupiSeshKrishna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308082291758526946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this sitting steps away from that Krishna&lt;br /&gt;That Kanha whose lotus eyes are said to have been carved by Vishvakarma himself&lt;br /&gt;Lotus eyes indeed! They look mesmerizing through Kanakadasa's window!&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the breeze, hearing the melodious birds, leaves rustling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation I overhear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radha: "Who taps on My door with one finger?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SaoabH9H9LI/AAAAAAAACSo/3Xq145mrXq4/s1600-h/radha-krishna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SaoabH9H9LI/AAAAAAAACSo/3Xq145mrXq4/s400/radha-krishna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308084164103763122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Krsna: " O crooked girl, it is Madhava."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Radha: "Madhava is a name of spring. Has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; springtime come knocking on my door?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krsna: "Certainly not! It is the holder of the Sudarsana wheel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Radha: "Potters hold wheels. Are you a potter?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Krsna: "I am not. I am the person who holds up the entire world."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radha: "The forked-tongue serpent king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;, Ananta holds up the world. Are you he?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krsna: "No. I am the person who crushes serpents."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Radha: "The bird-king Garuda crushes serpents. Are you he?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krsna: "No! I am Lord Hari!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Appreciating Sri Vrndavana Dhama, Mahanidhi Swami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How delightful right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who haven't caught the clue, I am in Udupi right now... enjoying the peace, catching up on my reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Maha-abhishek was so intense an experience that I cannot put words to it. Mercy? The word just doesnt cover it for Gauranga....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SaobJFUHvjI/AAAAAAAACSw/G9OJbZYOiiM/s1600-h/GP+Maha+Abisheka_0255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SaobJFUHvjI/AAAAAAAACSw/G9OJbZYOiiM/s400/GP+Maha+Abisheka_0255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308084953668894258" 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/218430527292733910-3391165074212881004?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3391165074212881004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=3391165074212881004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/3391165074212881004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/3391165074212881004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/conversation-overheard.html' title='A conversation overheard...'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SaoYuI7O8eI/AAAAAAAACSg/ggrddfOYVOg/s72-c/UdupiSeshKrishna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-8721472328930720475</id><published>2009-02-22T11:28:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:44:20.607+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our dear sages...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I came across a picture this morning and immediately the first thing I thought about was this verse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Once, in a holy place in the forest of Naimiṣāraṇya, great sages headed by the sage Saunaka assembled to perform a great thousand-year sacrifice for the satisfaction of the Lord and His devotees."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Srila Prabhupada - &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"....The great sages are always anxious to do good to the people in general, and as such the sages headed by Śaunaka and others assembled at this holy place of Naimiṣāraṇya with a program of performing a great and continuous chain of sacrificial ceremonies. Forgetful men do not know the right path for peace and prosperity. However, the sages know it well, and therefore for the good of all men they are always anxious to perform acts which may bring about peace in the world. They are sincere friends to all living entities, and at the risk of great personal inconvenience they are always engaged in the service of the Lord for the good of all people...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Srimad Bhagavatam: 1.1.4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And today, we have our dear sages who are assembled at Sridham Mayapur with the same intentions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305523150350435186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 445px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SaEBMgQ_w3I/AAAAAAAACSY/gnmDgj6zYP4/s400/n541443883_1461651_5936.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1461644&amp;amp;id=541443883#/photo.php?pid=1461651&amp;amp;id=541443883"&gt;Photo from H.H BB Govinda Swami Maharaj's facebook album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Iskcon guru-vrinda ki jai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-8721472328930720475?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8721472328930720475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=8721472328930720475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/8721472328930720475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/8721472328930720475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-dear-sages.html' title='Our dear sages...'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SaEBMgQ_w3I/AAAAAAAACSY/gnmDgj6zYP4/s72-c/n541443883_1461651_5936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-1557054867390644569</id><published>2009-01-29T10:30:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:49:29.033+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dhamvasi or spiritual warrior?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I feel that sometimes staying in the dham is like spiritual sense gratification. You can hear the holy name 24/7, see devotees everywhere, get to do so much service, get wonderful association all the time. So I sometimes feel a little selfish if I have this desire to stay in the dham. Preaching in the material world is such an austerity. It is so hard to live outside the dham, deal with karmis all the time and preach. So how do we follow the mission of prabhupad while dealing with this desire to stay in the dham?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Answer by H.G Pankajhangri Prabhu: (paraphrased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SZKQ3eV9jTI/AAAAAAAACR4/oIfarkoUf68/s1600-h/DSC_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301458994080877874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SZKQ3eV9jTI/AAAAAAAACR4/oIfarkoUf68/s320/DSC_0459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, staying in the dham is definitely spiritual sense gratification. It is wonderful to stay in the dham. But this sense gratification is the true sense gratification. The gratification we get in the material world is not real. &lt;em&gt;But if we sacrifice this pleasure and go out and preach taking up this austerity, we become very very dear to Lord Chaitanya&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the same time, it is very important to visit the dham to recharge. Which is why Prahbupad organized the Gaura Purnima festival and other festivals. We have to come to the dham once a year and recharge our batteries and go back out in the battlefield to preach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who are really weak, then Krishna says, "Ok you can stay back here" &lt;laughter&gt;I'm exposing my own weakness here :) I'm not personally so strong to go out and preach in the material world. So we get to stay back here :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So I have been in the spiritual world for the last 12 days. Every moment was memorable but not every moment can be described by words unfortunately. I have written down a few beautiful moments such as the one above which I'll post as soon as I get a chance to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/218430527292733910-1557054867390644569?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1557054867390644569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=1557054867390644569&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/1557054867390644569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/1557054867390644569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/dhamvasi-or-spiritual-warrior.html' title='Dhamvasi or spiritual warrior?'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SZKQ3eV9jTI/AAAAAAAACR4/oIfarkoUf68/s72-c/DSC_0459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-7126160080732859607</id><published>2009-01-17T23:03:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:08:01.614+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The endless cycle.</title><content type='html'>Futility engraves itself in every move&lt;br /&gt;Get hit by a tsunami, become a loner among friends,&lt;br /&gt;diseases knocking on your door,&lt;br /&gt;Sadly nothing makes you realize,&lt;br /&gt;the futility of this endless cycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-7126160080732859607?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7126160080732859607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=7126160080732859607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/7126160080732859607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/7126160080732859607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/endless-cycle.html' title='The endless cycle.'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-8816035604378414759</id><published>2009-01-12T22:36:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:51:50.993+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My cowherd boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SWuREBrQKZI/AAAAAAAACRs/gp_otMJ80Tg/s1600-h/ld_image12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 357px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SWuREBrQKZI/AAAAAAAACRs/gp_otMJ80Tg/s320/ld_image12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290481685632133522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears trickle across my cheek&lt;br /&gt;a divine voice singing across my ears&lt;br /&gt;emotions welling up my heart&lt;br /&gt;If just a mortal voice is so heart-rendering&lt;br /&gt;How will your transcendental voice be&lt;br /&gt;O bluish tinged cowherd boy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-8816035604378414759?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8816035604378414759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=8816035604378414759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/8816035604378414759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/8816035604378414759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-cowherd-boy.html' title='My cowherd boy'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SWuREBrQKZI/AAAAAAAACRs/gp_otMJ80Tg/s72-c/ld_image12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-9109480834058836131</id><published>2009-01-06T00:06:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:52:58.107+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Condensed Milk</title><content type='html'>It was the occasion of BB Govinda maharaj's vyasa puja and going by the Indian tradition of serving others on your b'day, Maharaj served us (here in Damodardesh) all by leading the most soothing, divine, ecstatic, mindblowing, [insert synonym of amazing here] kirtan I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked out beyond the stage, there was a row of tall skyscrapers that stood dazzling against the starry night sky. And as the mridanga beats reached a crescendo, we danced our hearts out in the chilly night air. So I'm thinking, how strange it is to be dancing to the holy names in front of skyscrapers instead of beautiful forms of the deities that I'm generally used to dancing in front of.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That train of thought followed to thinking actually how fortunate I am to be part of a sankirtan yatra where the holy name is our deity and the devotees carry it everwhere with them. No really....we went to a park on a picnic for New Years. We decided to play Antakshari (a game usually with two teams, with each team singing a song starting with the letter that the other team's song ended with). Our antakshari was of course very ingeniously played with bhajans and shlokas! Yes shlokas....and the way all these devotees just spit out(or rather sang out) shlokas was amazing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the holy name, I just remembered Dravida prabhu during the Mayapur festival used to give these amazing poetic translations of verses. This one was my favorite about the holy name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;radheti-nama nava-sundara-sidhu-mugdham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  krsneti-nama  madhuradbhuta-gadha-dugdham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  sarva-ksanam surabhi-raga-himena-ramyam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;krtva tadaiva piba me rasane ksud-arte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"An excellent fresh nectar drink with endless subtle tastes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;such is the name of Radha by whom all three worlds are graced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Condensed milk that is wonderfully delicious, thick and sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Such is the name of Krishna in whom all attractions meet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Now mix these drinks, o thirsty tongue, and add the fragrant ice of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;A prize the wise will try to buy at any price &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;And then, at every moment, drink these beverages most fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;and make my heart supremely blissful, peaceful, and divine "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stavavalli,&lt;/span&gt; Raghunath Das Goswami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp.....I can definitely get heady on this condensed milk, especially if souls like H.H BB Govinda Maharaj give it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-9109480834058836131?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9109480834058836131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=9109480834058836131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/9109480834058836131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/9109480834058836131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/condensed-milk.html' title='Condensed Milk'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-1532694616194857575</id><published>2008-12-27T17:39:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:56:54.741+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The pendulam of my mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Last year this time:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Ecstatic kirtans wafting in from the temple into our room making their presence felt with the slight vibrations under our feet... Ma (Goverdhan Lila mataji) and me sitting and wondering how it is the new year already. Almost ritualistically we used to talk about how inconcievably fortunate we are to be in the dham (me more so, since I got to hear her lovely realizations to hear almost every other evening).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year this time:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Annoying, ice-cream van sounding phone's constant ringing wafting into my room as I write this. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"MT container has to be picked up from LG Yard, Arshad....Take the Bill of entry from Jaymurugan at Customs..... Prakash, are you still inside the port?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And yet......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; .... the trees in Vrindavan do not grow straight up. The taller they grow, th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;e further they get from Krishna's lotus footprints, so ...the branches bend down. As they bend down, they create a tiny room almost.....Vrindavan forests full of these rooms called kunja....&lt;/span&gt;" (paraphrased)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HG Sarvabhauma Prabhu, 26th December 2008, Damodardesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not experience the beauty of the dham when such devotees describe it so sweetly, you can taste the nectar? How can I complain about not being in the dham when I get the association of many such wonderful devotees here every week?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SVY_OggWLxI/AAAAAAAACQc/Vh4sj7KnAh0/s1600-h/Sanga_Darsana+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SVY_OggWLxI/AAAAAAAACQc/Vh4sj7KnAh0/s320/Sanga_Darsana+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284480731242180370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't hear the holy name 24/7 though... There is no soft glow of the deities at 4:30 in the morning with the most soothing, "Samsara dava...nalalidha loka....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cancalam hi manah krsna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;pramathi balavad drdham&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tasyaham nigraham manye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;vayor iva su-duskaram&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For the mind is restless, turbulent, obstinate and very strong, O Krsna, and to subdue it is, it seems to me, more difficult than controlling the wind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This post is so random...just like my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-1532694616194857575?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1532694616194857575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=1532694616194857575&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/1532694616194857575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/1532694616194857575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/pendulam-of-my-mind.html' title='The pendulam of my mind.'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SVY_OggWLxI/AAAAAAAACQc/Vh4sj7KnAh0/s72-c/Sanga_Darsana+075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-2607498957903164902</id><published>2008-12-18T22:28:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:46:47.076+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mud and baths.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;One sound wave to awake&lt;br /&gt;the buried layers of memory&lt;br /&gt;Memories that burn, tickle, soothe...&lt;br /&gt;Gently does it probe and question&lt;br /&gt;the essence of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was I? Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts full of superiority&lt;br /&gt;because we lived in 'pigeonholes'&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by plastic and&lt;br /&gt;fed a 'modern' education,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion? Ha! No sir, not me&lt;br /&gt;I'm a 21st century woman..&lt;br /&gt;Full of scorn for 'hindu rituals'&lt;br /&gt;and the nasal sounding, bhajan clapping&lt;br /&gt;'ignorant' white haired ancients of our families....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drops of pleasure trickled from&lt;br /&gt;viewing on a big screen, the life of another...&lt;br /&gt;vying for, acquiring transient objects...&lt;br /&gt;from branches of those relationships&lt;br /&gt;destined to flow different streams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, drowning in oceans of pleasure&lt;br /&gt;from a simple clap during kirtan&lt;br /&gt;from the very same 'rituals' ...&lt;br /&gt;Smell of incense, ghee lamps and flowers&lt;br /&gt;sacred hymns that stir a whirlpool of&lt;br /&gt;satisfaction and pleasure that the self drowns in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was I? A soul wallowing and enjoying in ignorance the muddy marshes of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? A really grimy muddy soul trying to take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....all because you placed the bhakti bija in me, my dear gurumaharaj...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                   &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;oḿ ajñāna-timirāndhasya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                                                         jñānāñjana-śalākayā&lt;br /&gt;                                                      cakṣur unmīlitaḿ yena&lt;br /&gt;                                                    tasmai śrī-gurave namaḥ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was born in the darkest ignorance, and my spiritual master opened my eyes with the torch of knowledge. I offer my respectful obeisances unto him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Please get well soon.... please....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-2607498957903164902?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2607498957903164902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=2607498957903164902&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/2607498957903164902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/2607498957903164902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/mud-and-baths.html' title='Mud and baths.'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-464333156484763424</id><published>2008-12-17T11:56:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:57:37.014+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock Knock Knock....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Whatever Krishna said, that is good,and everything else bad. Bas. Our confusion is finished." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Srila Prabhupada, Bhubaneshwar, January 23, 1977&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=""&gt;Such a simple statement.....yet so hard to follow. The first problem lies in discerning exactly what Krishna said stripping away all the layers of the mind, personal interpretations, motivations etc. that cover it. After we understand to an extent what Krishna's instructions are, we come to the problem of following it single-mindedly despite the distractions, lures and charms of Maya. Solution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determination, perseverance and patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we follow all the principles, rules &amp;amp; regulation doggedly for thousands of years, it is only by the mercy of Krishna that we can understand his instructions and actually follow them. There was this &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dandavats.com/?p=2224"&gt;&lt;font face=""&gt;beautiful story &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;font face=""&gt;I had come across that illustrates this point beautifully.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman" color="#003333"&gt;Several students were living and practicing spiritual discipline under their Guru in an ashram. A time came one day when several of those students reached a stage of mystic attainment (yoga-siddhi) where they could read the ‘Book of Eternal Life’ embedded in the AkAsha. There were two columns - those souls who were to be liberated, and those who were to be damned once again. The contents shocked them: Their own Guru’s name was listed in the category of the unredeemed. Seeing this, many of these students left the ashram without a word, in dismay. Even some students who didn’t have that vision left when their more advanced godbrothers told them about this common vision that many of them had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of days, this old Guru noticed that the attendance to his classes had dropped and wondered aloud where all the students had gone. Very few had stayed back: A tiny section of those who had that vision stayed back because they felt sympathy and love for their Teacher, and a sense of indebtedness to him. After all, it was only under his instruction that they had even managed to reach this stage of mystic perception. There were also a couple of other students who hadn’t had that vision, but decided to stay back merely because of some human affection for this elderly man they called Guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the mystically endowed students spoke up, and told the Guru what had happened, and how most of his brightest and most advanced students had decided to quietly leave. On hearing this, tears welled up in their teacher’s eyes, and in a humble voice choked with repentance he confided: “For 40 years I have been staring at that page of the Book of Life, in despair. But what else can I do except repeatedly knock at the Door of God? Is there anywhere else in the universe I can go? So everyday I continue to knock at my Master’s door, repeatedly, with hope.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that very moment, those students saw in their mind’s eye that their Guru’s name was lifted from the column of the Damned and moved to the column of the Chosen. It was the greatest lesson they had learned in all their student years in the ashram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                  yam evaisa vrnute&lt;br /&gt;                                               tena labhyas tasyaisa&lt;br /&gt;                                           atma vivrnute tanum svam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;"He (God) is obtained only by one to whom He chooses to reveal Himself. To such a person He manifests His own form (tanum svam).” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Mundaka Upanisad 3.2.3)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;....and I will keep knocking on your door, O Gopinath. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="+0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-464333156484763424?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/464333156484763424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=464333156484763424&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/464333156484763424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/464333156484763424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/knock-knock-knock.html' title='Knock Knock Knock....'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-7590581123375028817</id><published>2008-12-09T21:55:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:23:50.970+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Harer namaiva kevalam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Vijaya&lt;/em&gt;, " Are there any distinctions between krsna-nama and krsna-svarupa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raghunatha dasa Babaji&lt;/em&gt;, "The answer is negative, there are no differences whatsoever. However, there is one unique, even mystical feature in this subject: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harinama is more merciful than krsna-svarupa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Offences committed against krsna-svarupa are never forgiven by Krsna; however, offences against both krsna-svarupa and krsna-nama are both very kindly absolved by the mercy of harinama..." - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chp 23, Jaiva Dharma, Bhaktivinod Thakur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ST64cwzUwBI/AAAAAAAACO0/c1DbGCHJ8-w/s1600-h/harinama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ST64cwzUwBI/AAAAAAAACO0/c1DbGCHJ8-w/s320/harinama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277858617600819218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same note, here is a really nice outline by Ravindrasvarup Prabhu on &lt;a href="http://soithappens.com/2008/12/02/japa-an-outline/"&gt;Japa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more personal note, I once went to a palm reader while I was in Mayapur. The only sane advice I could gather from 45 minutes of time that could have been spent more productively ( not to mention the Rs 250 'dakshina'), was: "ALL your problems will be solved if you finish chanting your rounds before 8:00 am in the morning". (No duh!)True. Very Very true. So true that when he said it, a lizard went 'ch ch' (or whatever sounds lizards make).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, still need to achieve that goal and chant good japa. They should hold a japa workshop here in Dubai. Hmmmm... will suggest and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-7590581123375028817?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7590581123375028817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=7590581123375028817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/7590581123375028817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/7590581123375028817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/harer-namaiva-kevalam.html' title='Harer namaiva kevalam...'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ST64cwzUwBI/AAAAAAAACO0/c1DbGCHJ8-w/s72-c/harinama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-6419350944660256100</id><published>2008-12-08T07:09:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:21:16.307+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dhamvasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was told that you should write down your realizations as soon as you have them or they soon disappear from your mind. Keeping this in mind, I did jot down a few of them when I was in Mayapur. The following is one of my journal entries from when I was there, January 2008.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old lady pays her obeisances to Lord Nrshingadev. Her sari looks so old and raggedy. Her skinny bone structure belies the possibility that she might not have eaten for days. Her sari looks a century old and could definitely use a wash.&lt;br /&gt;She gets up slowly after prostrating before the Lord....slowly unties a knot at the end of her sari. She pulls out a dirty , very muci looking plastic bag where she has coins. She slowly takes one out and drops it into the hundi box. Why am I so unfortunate to be born in a sophisticated environment where I am taught to question everything and look for the logic? Just because I chant everyday, love doing service, study bhagavad gita I think I am pious, devotional and religious. Hah! Do I really have the simple conviction that these pious villagers have? They seem ordinary....their condition seems pitiful, but .... I envy them. I envy their simple pure conviction in the supreme. I envy their pious religiousity that makes them give whatever little they have to the husband of the goddess of fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Krishna is the supreme personality of godhead. I really do, and I am convinced of this fact. But, like BVP maharaj was saying the other day - when the doorbell is ringing, baby is crying, milk is boiling off the stove, one phone on the ear...even amongst all that juggling, when you know that Krishna is the supreme, that is when you have true conviction. It is quite unfortunate that I am not at that level where if I get into a car accident or fall or something like that, the first word out of my mouth would not be Nrshingadev. Conviction is when even your instinct follows Krishna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for most people who join the movement including me, when I study and read about Krishna, his pastimes, his energies, although we know and accept it....subtly it is two different worlds. Definitely for me, there was a solid line dividing Krishna's spiritual world and the material world we live in. When I meditate on Krishna or his pastimes, it would definitely be Krishna in the spiritual realm. For all of these pious and fortunate souls, this line does not exist. Krishna is not looking down from above in his realm or comes down to visit every now and then....&lt;br /&gt;He IS here..this is part of him. Fortunately for me, by being in Mayapur this line is becoming finer and finer :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-6419350944660256100?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6419350944660256100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=6419350944660256100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/6419350944660256100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/6419350944660256100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/dhamvasis_5554.html' title='Dhamvasis'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-5714524489290871723</id><published>2008-12-06T19:44:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:29:38.279+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>"Blessed are we who can laugh at ourselves...</title><content type='html'>.....for we shall never cease to be amused!" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Scrubs is priceless at times.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/14oUpAmsS20&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/14oUpAmsS20&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-5714524489290871723?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5714524489290871723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=5714524489290871723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/5714524489290871723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/5714524489290871723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/blessed-are-we-who-can-laugh-at.html' title='&quot;Blessed are we who can laugh at ourselves...'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-2707203782633503603</id><published>2008-11-29T17:53:00.011+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:50:09.936+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullock cart ride anyone??</title><content type='html'>I was around 6 or 7 years old I think. It was in our old house in Karama. I decided it was time I looked through and sorted out our family albums ( or mess it up rather ). I came across this one particular picture that brought tears to my 6 year old eyes...&lt;br /&gt;I went running to my mom whining more than crying, "Maaaa....Look at this picture!! IT IS NOT FAIR!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My puzzled mom looked at the picture and continued to be puzzled, "What? What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with all the righteous indignation I could muster,&lt;br /&gt;"How come you took my BROTHER on a bullock cart but you never took ME on one....sniff!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and a couple of neighbors she was with just burst out laughing while little me was standing there wondering what in the world was so funny when I felt so betrayed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture was of my mom, brother (who was born 11 yrs before me) and cousin sis-in-law (yeah we have a lot of extended family) on a bullock cart with my brother trying to handle the bullocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I mull on about the lecture given by Nand Prabhu on Varnasrama and farm communites ( Side note: Excellent lecture really....he made wild cheetahs around the farm sound like cute little adorable cats you can play with ;D. He also made riding on a bullock cart sound like go-karting or something! Hence the bullock cart anecdote), I wonder if I have it in me to live simply and I mean SIMPLE SIMPLE in a village on a farm...producing your own cloth, no cell phones, no electricity, growing your own food...the works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I've always had an inclination really to villages and village life. My last visit to India just held me in pure fascination for ways of life and things in my dad's old village and farms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/STFTvxVv3aI/AAAAAAAACN8/4rbPL6knquA/s1600-h/DSC01714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/STFTvxVv3aI/AAAAAAAACN8/4rbPL6knquA/s320/DSC01714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274088718791073186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milking a cow..... :D An 'interesting' experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/STFQWIjiAUI/AAAAAAAACNc/cG_JT2oGDkw/s1600-h/DSC01685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/STFQWIjiAUI/AAAAAAAACNc/cG_JT2oGDkw/s320/DSC01685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274084979811418434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing a haystack is quite fun. Should be on your list of things to do in life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/STFRIqUHtqI/AAAAAAAACNk/6MdqO5CmeQo/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/STFRIqUHtqI/AAAAAAAACNk/6MdqO5CmeQo/s320/DSC00336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274085847867045538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating coconut chutney that is ground on a stone grinding mortar has this taste that none of your blenders, Sumit or Preeti grinders can duplicate......&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my arm muscles were screaming in pain after attempting to grind the chutney for 2 minutes. My kind aunt took over taking pity on the poor city weakling that I am... :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/STFR_7XiVDI/AAAAAAAACNs/JFR31f1Rf7g/s1600-h/DSC00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/STFR_7XiVDI/AAAAAAAACNs/JFR31f1Rf7g/s320/DSC00335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274086797337580594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's kids educating this ignorant on the proper way to stoke a fire.... That was my bath water boiling by the way so I could have hot water to take a bath. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/STFTAp2ZAdI/AAAAAAAACN0/WJWdF7F1VjU/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/STFTAp2ZAdI/AAAAAAAACN0/WJWdF7F1VjU/s320/DSC00321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274087909326651858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm......freshly churned butter from milk! My aunt is such an expert, it takes her only around 10 minutes to churn the milk that produces the butter that is transformed into the most fragrant and tastiest ghee that I've ever eaten....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really loved every minute of living there with my family, breathing in the fresh air, seeing green fields all around, having fresh food. But can I do it everyday for life? Maybe....sounds like fun really.....heck I'm still young! I can afford to try it out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...one question pops into my mind. Please forgive my vanity.....but how in the world will I wax? and thread my eyebrows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-2707203782633503603?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2707203782633503603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=2707203782633503603&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/2707203782633503603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/2707203782633503603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/bullock-cart-ride-anyone.html' title='Bullock cart ride anyone??'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/STFTvxVv3aI/AAAAAAAACN8/4rbPL6knquA/s72-c/DSC01714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-1223184302942560570</id><published>2008-11-26T18:13:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:55:40.429+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape escape.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SS1hX5qLlCI/AAAAAAAACMc/ACsboZXdK7c/s1600-h/800px-Dostana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SS1hX5qLlCI/AAAAAAAACMc/ACsboZXdK7c/s320/800px-Dostana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272977801963344930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dostana is supposedly a hit at the box office. That makes me so sad that I have to resort to chocolate to emotionally uplift myself or maybe I'll just listen to some Aindra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ( and I mean sane people) generally like a movie because they can relate to the characters in it.  A sad state the society has come to if they relate to such vapid and insubstantial characters like the ones in Dostana. No really, has Karan Johar even heard of the term character development? Or maybe it was the 'sexy' bodies of Priyanka chopra and John Abraham that people (and I mean lusty animals by that) got gratified by... god, get some depth in personality people/poor excuses of human beings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me before I indulge in escapism of this sort again. I'm going to stick to indulging in my favorite (yeah America's spoilt me.....used to be favourite) escapist pastime of kirtans and Krsna's pastimes. Though it is escapism relative to this world we live in....it is the absolute reality after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite tunes.......ahh I can drown in this tune..... It sounds like singing on a boat on some river or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mfg2kKU9tl4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mfg2kKU9tl4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-1223184302942560570?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1223184302942560570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=1223184302942560570&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/1223184302942560570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/1223184302942560570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/escape-escape.html' title='Escape escape.....'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SS1hX5qLlCI/AAAAAAAACMc/ACsboZXdK7c/s72-c/800px-Dostana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-6904611401983307795</id><published>2008-11-15T20:29:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:01:14.872+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mayapur'/><title type='text'>Tangible Mercy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SR77TfeVoTI/AAAAAAAACAI/z_V9GomfE7U/s1600-h/mayapuur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 454px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SR77TfeVoTI/AAAAAAAACAI/z_V9GomfE7U/s320/mayapuur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268924926354891058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously one of my first posts has to be about Mayapur....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Indistinct are the matter and living on this land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Appear it does - rock as rock, stone as stone, water as water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But breathing in this air day after day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Visible and tangible life becomes on this holy land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sound and smell of life forms passes on to the inert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Smell of the dust of the dham, waves of the ganga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;the ringing bells, resounding conchshells....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Life permeates everything....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;What musical notes do these lifeforms sing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Straining to hear them - they slowly form a melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Melody that is the mercy of Gauranga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Once you hear it, then you smell it-feel it, see it, drown in it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When will I drown again in these waves of mercy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Walk again on the dust touched by Nitai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;See the dust and trail of a thousand devotees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;admist fields that witnessed the ecstacy of Jiva Goswami?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O Mayapur, embodiment of audarya.... call me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Balaram;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Balaram;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;nähaà vasämi kailäse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Balaram;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;na tvaà vasasi mad-gåhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Balaram;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;na devä divi tiñthanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Balaram;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;åñayo na vane vane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Balaram;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Balaram;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;sarve vayaà navadvépe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Balaram;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; tiñthämaù prema-lälasäù&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Balaram;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;gaura gaureti gäyantaù&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Balaram;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saìkértana-parä bhuvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Balaram;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; " I do not reside in Kailasa. You do not reside in my home. The demigods do not stay in the upper planets. The sages do not stay in the forest. We all stay in Navadvipa. Overwhelmed with love, we perform sankirtana, singing "Gaura! Gaura!" in the earthly sphere." - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Text 18-19, Pramana Khanda, Navadvip Dham Mahatmaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-6904611401983307795?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6904611401983307795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=6904611401983307795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/6904611401983307795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/6904611401983307795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/tangible-mercy.html' title='Tangible Mercy'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/SR77TfeVoTI/AAAAAAAACAI/z_V9GomfE7U/s72-c/mayapuur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218430527292733910.post-1678991479262725019</id><published>2008-11-15T20:18:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:57:42.849+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Genesis</title><content type='html'>My attempt at jotting down random thoughts. Really random. Really really really random. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218430527292733910-1678991479262725019?l=walksatdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1678991479262725019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218430527292733910&amp;postID=1678991479262725019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/1678991479262725019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218430527292733910/posts/default/1678991479262725019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walksatdawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/genesis.html' title='Genesis'/><author><name>Anuradha Keshavi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426864622737907880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwOY6pBPAS8/ShwBDmuYBrI/AAAAAAAACVc/ApOOjY4ao6I/S220/service(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
