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Happy Deepavali.......

DEEPAVALI
By
SRI SWAMI SIVANANDA

DEEPAVALI or Diwali means "a row of lights". It falls on the last two days of the dark half of Kartik (October-November). For some it is a three-day festival. It commences with the Dhan-Teras, on the 13th day of the dark half of Kartik, followed the next day by the Narak Chaudas, the 14th day, and by Deepavali proper on the 15th day.

There are various alleged origins attributed to this festival. Some hold that they celebrate the marriage of Lakshmi with Lord Vishnu. In Bengal the festival is dedicated to the worship of Kali. It also commemorates that blessed day on which the triumphant Lord Rama returned to Ayodhya after defeating Ravana. On this day also Sri Krishna killed the demon Narakasura.

In South India people take an oil bath in the morning and wear new clothes. They partake of sweetmeats. They light fireworks which are regarded as the effigies of Narakasura who was killed on this day. They greet one another, asking, "Have you had your Ganges bath?" which actually refers to the oil bath that morning as it is regarded as purifying as a bath in the holy Ganges.

Everyone forgets and forgives the wrongs done by others. There is an air of freedom, festivity and friendliness everywhere. This festival brings about unity. It instils charity in the hearts of people. Everyone buys new clothes for the family. Employers, too, purchase new clothes for their employees.

Waking up during the Brahmamuhurta (at 4a.m.) is a great blessing from the standpoint of health, ethical discipline, efficiency in work and spiritual advancement. It is on Deepavali that everyone wakes up early in the morning. The sages who instituted this custom must have cherished the hope that their descendents would realise its benefits and make it a regular habit in their lives.

In a happy mood of great rejoicing village folk move about freely, mixing with one another without any reserve, all enmity being forgotten. People embrace one another with love. Deepavali is a great unifying force. Those with keen inner spiritual ears will clearly hear the voice of the sages, "O Children of God! unite, and love all". The vibrations produced by the greetings of love which fill the atmosphere are powerful enough to bring about a change of heart in every man and woman in the world. Alas! That heart has considerably hardened, and only a continuous celebration of Deepavali in our homes can rekindle in us the urgent need of turning away from the ruinous path of hatred.

On this day Hindu merchants in North India open their new account books and pray for success and prosperity during the coming year. The homes are cleaned and decorated by day and illuminated by night with earthern oil-lamps. The best and finest illuminations are to be seen in Bombay and Amritsar. The famous Golden Temple at Amritsar is lit in the evening with thousands of lamps placed all over the steps of the big tank. Vaishnavites celebrate the Govardhan Puja and feed the poor on a large scale.

O Ram! The light of lights, the self-luminous inner light of the Self is ever shining steadily in the chamber of your heart. Sit quietly. Close your eyes. Withdraw the senses. Fix the mind on this supreme light and enjoy the real Deepavali, by attaining illumination of the soul.

He who Himself sees all but whom no one beholds, who illumines the intellect, the sun, the moon and the stars and the whole universe but whom they cannot illumine, He indeed is Brahman, He is the inner Self. Celebrate the real Deepavali by living in Brahman, and enjoy the eternal bliss of the soul.

The sun does not shine there, nor do the moon and the stars, nor do lightnings shine and much less fire. All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of the inner light of the Self. Merge yourself in this light of lights and enjoy the supreme Deepavali.

Many Deepavali festivals have come and gone. Yet the hearts of the vast majority are as dark as the night of the new moon. The house is lit with lamps, but the heart is full of the darkness of ignorance. O man! wake up from the slumber of ignorance. Realise the constant and eternal light of the Soul which neither rises nor sets, through meditation and deep enquiry.

May you all attain full inner illumination! May the supreme light of lights enlighten your understanding! May you all attain the inexhaustible spiritual wealth of the Self! May you all prosper gloriously on the material as well as spiritual planes!

IP Says***Happy Deepavali to all Hindus and Indians...No matter if you are a Telugu,Malayalee etc...Lets celebrate this as INDIANS and Pray for a better future for Indians Worldwide.

***Dont eat too much Muruku,then you become kirruku***

HAD TO PUT THE LINE ABOVE,OLD SCHOOL DAYS MEMORIES WITH ALL THE DEEPAVALI CARDS GOING AROUND AND THE COCKY VERSES...damd the good old days and damn sms and e-greetings...

Songs......

After posting about Pale Blue Eyes.....I thought of posting 3 (including Pale Blue Eyes) of my most favaourite ENGRIS song.....I find them nice to listen to...and the lyrics are funny and sometimes suits me in some situation.....*Wink* *Wink*

Here They GO......The Lyrics First

Only Fools Rush In

The King (Elveys Presly'la)

Wise Men say
only fools rush in
but I cant help
falling in love with you

Shall I stay
would it be a sin
if I can't help falling in love with you...

Like a river flows, surely to the sea
Darlin so it goes, somethings are meant to be..
Take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can't help fallin in love with you...

Like a river flows, surely to the sea
Darlin so it goes, somethings are meant to be..

Take my hand take my whole life too for I cant help
falling in love with you

for I can't help falling in love with...... you.

Lips Of An Angel...

(Hinder)

Honey why you calling me so late?

It's kinda hard to talk right now.

Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?

I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud

Well, my girl's in the next room

Sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved on

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name

It sounds so sweetComing from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

It's funny that you're calling me tonight

And, yes, I've dreamt of you too

And does he know you're talking to me

Will it start a fight

No I don't think she has a clue

Well my girl's in the next room

Sometimes I wish she was youI

guess we never really moved on

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

And I never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

Honey why you calling me so late?

Desert Rose...

Sting

I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I wake in vain

I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire

Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die

And near the flames

The shadows play in the shape of the mans desire

This desert rose

Whose shadow bears the secret promise

This desert flower

No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

And now she turns

This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams

This fire burns

I realize that nothings as it seems

I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I wake in vain

I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain

I lift my gaze to empty skies above

I close my eyes

The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love

I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I wake in vain

I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose

Whose shadow bears the secret promise

This desert flower

No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

Sweet desert rose

This memory of hidden hearts and souls

This desert flower

This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love

*****Songs at the Bottom of this Page....Its takes a while to Load...But Trust me Its worth every minute......*******

Pale Blue Eyes

The other day I was driving,and after THR Raaga has ended their session at 8.00pm I switched station to Minnal FM.....and the only word I got for them is.........wHaT tHe FcUk......and I was happily surfing channels...and I came across this English Radio Station.....
A liitle bit of Background..... I am not a big fan of radio and I very very and I mean very rarely listen to English Stations.....Its either THR (TAMIL) or my CD's.....

So back to my reason of this entry....as I was surfing stations I came across this station playing this very beautifull song..... I didnt know (at the time) who sang it and what was the song title....But I had this urge to share the lyrics and if i can find the Video clipping of this song with whoever reads my crappy blog....I googled and I found the lyrics.....


Here Goes the Lyric...It was lovely and Beautifull for me...Hope it was the same for you too....

Velvet Underground,

TheThe Velvet Underground (1969)

Pale Blue Eyes

Sometimes I feel so happy,

Sometimes I feel so sad.

Sometimes I feel so happy,

But mostly you just make me mad.

Baby, you just make me mad.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Thought of you as my mountain top,

Thought of you as my peak.

Thought of you as everything,

I've had but couldn't keep.

I've had but couldn't keep.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see,

I'd put you in the mirror,

I put in front of me.

I put in front of me.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Skip a life completely.

Stuff it in a cup.She said,

Money is like us in time,

It lies, but can't stand up.

Down for you is up."

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

It was good what we did yesterday.

And I'd do it once again.

The fact that you are married,

Only proves, you're my best friend.

But it's truly, truly a sin.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes

Dr. Avul Pakir Jainulabdeen Abdul Kalam

http://www.abdulkalam.com/

IP Says---

The most most wonderfull Website I came across in recent years....Do read the the notes in the To Youths Column and Recent Events (Speeches / Lectures)....

Be Inspired.....

IP's Note: If only there is more souls like both of them (above picture)....world be would be such a great place to live in......

Love Story.....Part II

Hello Friends....

First my apology for taking so long to publish the second part of Cikgu's love story....


No matter how hard I tried or wreck my brain...I am unable to come up with anything sweeter than their love for each other..for an introduction.... I came to a conclusion that the Love Letter from Cikgu to her husband,Mr.Nesan is sweet enough and a concrete evident of existence of love and why the world still goes around...



Enough of my words...lets go to their words of love....Pls read the 1st part before you read this...First part is at http://mithiri-mithiri.blogspot.com/

Dear Nesan,

I read your post and it was a lovely one. I guess there is a romantic part of you, which I have never seen before. This is better than the car, which you bought me as our anniversary present. I am proud of you. It takes a lot of guts to write something like this.

Remember the first time we actually talked. You asked me, whether I agree to marry you or not. You said, "Don't agree just because your father asked you to. Do it only if you really wanted to." My reply,"My dad knows what is best for me but there are some things which he does not know. I am not a virgin anymore and I have slept with many guys. If your old-fashioned thinking can digest this, why not I will marry you. The choice is yours." Your answer was not what I expected,"I don't care whether you are a virgin or not, how many man you slept with and even if you worked as a pros in UK, I still want to marry you." Those words made me realize that you have changed a lot. That also was the reason why I agreed to marry you.

Many things were not right about us right. We seldom talked even when we were engaged to be married. I had my doubts, how am I going to spend the rest of my life with you. You hate talking. Most of the time you prefer to be quiet. Life is going to be hard with you. How wrong was I. Before our wedding, you had to go to Canada. Before you left,you only said, please take care of mum and the kid for me. Bye. You kissed my forehead and marched into your room. I never saw you anymore until one week before our wedding. Still the same old boring Nesan and nothing much to say too.

We got married as scheduled and that was the beginning of many problems and many solutions. The real Nesan, can be seen in his true colours. First day as your wife, in your house, sleeping in your bed.We just talked and one good night kiss and we went to sleep in each others arms. Trust me I was thankful for that. Here I was getting my first kiss and I dare to tell you, I was not a virgin anymore.Somehow, you knew I suppose. Family situation not much of a difference cause I knew your family well. Just felt at home. Now, beginning to see some of your good sides as well. One thing I was glad about was that we started to talk more. That was a nice change. I do not know whether you still remember this, five days later was the first time you made love to me. I am thankful to you for not rushing things. This was the first sign that showed you loved me. Very, very considerate and willing to wait until I was ready. Your actions showed how I felt mattered.

Later fighting also starts, no books in the bedroom you say. Bookworms will always be bookworms no changing. I said no way, my books stay.Another major problem – porn's. Stop watching that I say, makes me want to throw up. No, if your books can stay in the bedroom my porn movies can too. How far we have come. You are as much of a bookworm asI am now. Porn's - take it wherever you want now, even into the toilet. I don't care. He... he... he... Now we can do everything together. Talk about girls, watch porn's , go fishing and make love in the living room.

Give and take policy works best right? Why become a wife if you cannot make your husband happy and vice versa.

Your post brought back a lot of memories. I'm missing you now, more than ever. If my father was still alive now, I will give him a big hug and thank him for choosing a great husband for me.

Hope to see you soon. You know what, I want a baby girl too. A baby girl just like your mum. I wish I could be with you now. I love you and I want to love you for the rest of my life. I want us to grow old together gracefully. I want to see your first grey hair, the first wrinkle on your face and your tooth fall out. Even when all your hair turn grey,your face full of wrinkles and all your tooth fall out, I will still love you. I want to melt in your love, make love to you and fall asleep in your arms.

LOTS OF LOVE, HUGS AND WARM KISSES.

Mithiri

IP again...Well....there it is....Touching and down right romantic right....

My best wishes to Mithiri and Mr.Nesan....Hope all your dreams and wishes do come true...

PS: I was given full permission to publish this letter from the couple...and the latest news I heard was that their family might be expanding..... ;) ...Sounds of babies laughter could be heard soon and I am with the couple hoping for a girl....Congrats to Both...

Part 2 of My Love Story....

Part 1 is at MITHIRI'S BLOG

http://mithiri-mithiri.blogspot.com/

Part 2 is as good as..Part 1...

Watch This Space....

**IP**