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href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-9092192248975904043</id><published>2009-01-02T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T07:58:05.691-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Power of womanhood'/><title type='text'>Power of womanhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta 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&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Oh dear just as a baby giraffe does not realize its determination to stand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;So am I&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I implore don’t let me to be preyed upon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Kick me, show me my determination to stand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Oh dear just as a child hesitates to study&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;So am I&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I implore don’t leave me uneducated&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Punish me, show me that even I can learn.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Oh dear just as a mountaineer does not see the summit in a storm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;So am I&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I implore don’t leave me directionless&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Throw me the rope, show me that I can climb even in a 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D58960f438de96d0c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330033328%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5551BDE669C7AAE502BAAD5BB7546FF388F1C2FB.3DA980E354EF58D2ABA36FC4262E0D2F0FC2FA7F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D58960f438de96d0c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfGKXeXyxJda3_rt2vBj-KDDIPmc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read this blog in a bottom up fashion for better understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a response to my actions. But since I could not find any one intimate to me who could reciprocate my feelings, I bought a new camera and recorded my video. I used to watch this video many times and I myself used to draw inferences about my actions. The background to this video was that I used to indulge in fantasies when I wanted to sleep. Even I sleep and in dreams I did not want to indulge falsely with someone who could belong to someone else.&lt;br /&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/5878167855972451758-5208123707369276394?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=58960f438de96d0c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/5208123707369276394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=5208123707369276394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/5208123707369276394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/5208123707369276394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/12/please-read-this-blog-in-bottom-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SVtw5dYvE5I/AAAAAAAAADM/ueXgh6mmg-A/s72-c/SatContrast2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-3171977017460566943</id><published>2008-09-13T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T02:56:35.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate communication skills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SMuN5PoTy0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/av8X8IpDYQ0/s1600-h/solution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245442205590735682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SMuN5PoTy0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/av8X8IpDYQ0/s320/solution.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corporate communication skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech is a skill that only human beings are gifted with. No one can contest the importance of speech in the corporate environment. Speech is not only meant for communication. The way we speak should convey our sincerity towards our job.&lt;br /&gt;Being part of the solution and not problem should be the goal of corporate interaction.&lt;br /&gt;Being crisp and to the point with effective body language is a virtue which will reflect our personality. Annoyance will result when we indulge in loose talk. Let us now concentrate on the way we convey our ideas, goodwill, contention and displeasure in the corporate environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing our ideas&lt;br /&gt;“Opinions differ” they say. The very point that you have come up with an idea to resolve an issue will be welcome and show your positive attitude to arrive at a solution. However our ideas are not always welcome. People may have different ideas. Rather than thrusting your idea on others you should be diplomatic, see and investigate the right solution. Appreciate others efforts and try to enrich your idea with the input of others. Remember the point is not your idea but the solution to the problem which is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodwill&lt;br /&gt;Why would any one listen to your talk if you do not show them good will? The point that there is something to gain from you is the very basis for others liking you. So whenever you talk to someone make it a point that you know their desire and motive. If you really believe that the other person whom you are interacting with is really up to a good job appreciate him or her and encourage them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing our contention&lt;br /&gt;What should you do when you know for sure that a proposal is not going to work? Lets&lt;br /&gt;Try to answer this question.&lt;br /&gt;The best you can do is explaining your solution and prove that it will work. You may raise your contentment to the other solution by saying that your solution will be more effective and suit the requirement very well. If others are still averse to that the only option you have is to go by what the majority says. This does not mean you compromise on the right thing, it only means that the resources are limited and a unified focus is best rather than partisan argument. The bottom line is “at least let one solution come up rather than no solution at all”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing your displeasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you work hard and do the best you can do, but if you are still discouraged and subdued then you are sure to feel alienated. The one thought that will creep up in your mind is to leave the job. Be careful at this point, because your salary is what that feeds you. Be prudent at this point, escaping adversity is not the solution. Wait for the right moment, show that you are indispensable and you are the only one who can solve the problem. This is the right juncture. Voice out your concerns show your resentment but don’t be ugly. Be professional and disciplined; reinstall your capacity and vigor. There is a proverb in Tamil language it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The best way to punish your enemies is to make them feel ashamed by doing good to them”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sathish Kumar Mahalingam.&lt;br /&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/5878167855972451758-3171977017460566943?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/3171977017460566943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=3171977017460566943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/3171977017460566943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/3171977017460566943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/09/corporate-communication-skills.html' title='Corporate communication skills'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SMuN5PoTy0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/av8X8IpDYQ0/s72-c/solution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-2176425676501527802</id><published>2008-08-31T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T04:23:26.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over confidence leads to jeopardy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SLp-hxkYjxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CJNifPiy_RE/s1600-h/cliff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SLp-hxkYjxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CJNifPiy_RE/s320/cliff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240640235105718034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After winning several archery contests, the young and rather boastful champion challenged a Zen master who was renowned for his skill as an archer. The young man demonstrated remarkable technical proficiency when he hit a distant bull's eye on his first try, and then split that arrow with his second shot. "There," he said to the old man, "see if you can match that!" Undisturbed, the master did not draw his bow, but rather motioned for the young archer to follow him up the mountain. Curious about the old fellow's intentions, the champion followed him high into the mountain until they reached a deep chasm spanned by a rather flimsy and shaky log. Calmly stepping out onto the middle of the unsteady and certainly perilous bridge, the old master picked a far away tree as a target, drew his bow, and fired a clean, direct hit. "Now it is your turn," he said as he gracefully stepped back onto the safe ground. Staring with terror into the seemingly bottomless and beckoning abyss, the young man could not force himself to step out onto the log, no less shoot at a target. "You have much skill with your bow," the master said, sensing his challenger's predicament, "but you have little skill with the mind that lets loose the shot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;People's reactions to this story:&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Having a big ego gets you nowhere. Some people need to be taken down a peg or two.  If you boast and brag, sooner or later someone is going to put you in your place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like this story - it has some suspense to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Physical skills are not enough. There also has to be a balance between mind and body.  Your mind has to be open and curious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can be highly skilled at something, but still not have a very creative mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a big difference between talent and a disciplined mind. A disciplined mind  is the most crucial element in mastering an art."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's just like my mother always used to tell me. 'EXPERIENCE is the real teacher.'   We can learn a lot from our elders."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The real talent is being able to apply your skills even in the most adverse situation-  without fear, hesitation, or doubt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The mind can work with you, or against you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People who brag usually lack confidence and are insecure on the inside. Eventually,  this results in their failing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pride cometh before the FALL (pun intended)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The mind is the most powerful weapon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Learning is most powerful when your knowledge is tested under many different circumstances.  The young archer was skilled under very specific conditions, but he was unable to  apply that skill in an unfamiliar environment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The boy was a good archer but he seemed to be doing it only for the competition.  The old man did it because he enjoyed it, not to prove anything. This gave him a  sense of control."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An interesting story about how fear can rule one's life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a great story to teach children who feel that they are stupid or can't do  anything right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No matter how much you know, there is always more to learn. But also, everyone should  be respected for whatever knowledge they have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The champion has good raw talent but he doesn't know how to use it properly. He's  a show-off and will probably waste his talent. If he used his skill in a constructive  way - like teaching archery, or for hunting for food or clothing - maybe someday  he too will become wise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just goes to show you - don't show off a talent until you've perfected it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're talented at something, at least be gracious about it. This kind of boasting  person really turns me off. I love to see someone really skilled put them in their  place!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What IS 'talent' anyway? Being good at one thing in one situation? Seems kind of  narrow to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The key is not that the champion was a braggart. He was better at archery than the master. However, everyone excels at something. The master at controlling his fear and the champion at shooting a bow. What makes the master wise is that he could put the champion at such a disadvantage by maximizing his own skills while minimizing the braggarts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The idea that came to me was to search for the lesson of the story. The old man in the environment he was in might have experienced defeat. By bringing the man to the area he did, he brought him to his area where he might make the odds more in his favor. The old man must have walked over the vast opening many times and gained confidence in his action. He might have even taken a few shots at the target. The younger man was removed from his comfortable area and put into the comfortable area of the old man. The lesson I learned was if a stuation confronts me, I'm better off trying to give myself the edge. Clint Eastwood..Josie Wales."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone is better when on solid ground. You're more assertive, more sure of yourself,  etc.&lt;br /&gt;But when your stability is taken away, you are simply a child learning everything  anew."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-2176425676501527802?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/2176425676501527802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=2176425676501527802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/2176425676501527802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/2176425676501527802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/over-confidence-leads-to-jeopardy.html' title='Over confidence leads to jeopardy'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SLp-hxkYjxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CJNifPiy_RE/s72-c/cliff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-634705077225089396</id><published>2008-08-31T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T04:08:22.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind and the GHOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SLp7YL07rkI/AAAAAAAAACs/_MQnlvS3fsU/s1600-h/ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SLp7YL07rkI/AAAAAAAAACs/_MQnlvS3fsU/s320/ghost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240636771820875330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; The wife of a man became very sick. On her deathbed, she said to him, "I love you  so much! I don't want to leave you, and I don't want you to betray me. Promise that  you will not see any other women once I die, or I will come back to haunt you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      For several months  after her death,  the  husband         did avoid other women,  but then he met someone and fell in love. On the night that they were engaged to  be married, the ghost of his former wife appeared to him. She blamed him for not  keeping the promise, and every night thereafter she returned to taunt him. The ghost  would remind him of everything that transpired between him and his fiancee that day,  even to the point of repeating, word for word, their conversations. It upset him  so badly that he couldn't sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate, he sought the advice of a Zen master who lived near the village. "This  is a very clever ghost," the master said upon hearing the man's story. "It is!" replied  the man. "She remembers every detail of what I say and do. It knows everything!"  The master smiled, "You should admire such a ghost, but I will tell you what to do the  next time you see it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night the ghost returned. The man responded just as the master had advised. "You  are such a wise ghost," the man said, "You know that I can hide nothing from you.  If you can answer me one question, I will break off the engagement and remain single  for the rest of my life."  "Ask your question," the ghost replied. The man scooped up  a handful of beans from a large bag on the floor, "Tell me exactly how many beans  there are in my hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment the ghost disappeared and never returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h5&gt;People's reactions to this story: &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;/b&gt;  "Ghosts are just human and can't know  or do anything that a human can't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one knows everything. Not even a spirit. You can be wise in some ways, but not  in all ways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ghost kept coming back because the man was always impressed by how it seemed  to know everything. It had power over him. But when he finally stood up to it, and  challenged it, the ghost disappeared forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ghost is actually a part of the man. So it couldn't know anything that the man  himself didn't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ghost comes from the man's own mind. He created it. It is his own guilt that  came back to haunt him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The reason something haunts us is because we keep our attention on it. When we move on beyond it it will disappear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To me, this story just shows that souls have memories, but not enlightenment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't like the ending. I read the story with high expectations, but felt let down  in the&lt;br /&gt; end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't the ghost know that the man had seen a Zen master?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the wife really loved the husband, how could she subject him to such a promise?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything the ghost knew didn't amount to a handful of beans!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-634705077225089396?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/634705077225089396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=634705077225089396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/634705077225089396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/634705077225089396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/mind-and-ghost.html' title='Mind and the GHOST'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SLp7YL07rkI/AAAAAAAAACs/_MQnlvS3fsU/s72-c/ghost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-3024276522314105995</id><published>2008-08-30T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T05:16:26.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Customer care in 2020</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SLk548mcr5I/AAAAAAAAACk/ZEMsGu5D6ng/s1600-h/custcare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SLk548mcr5I/AAAAAAAAACk/ZEMsGu5D6ng/s320/custcare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240283291925131154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut. May I have  your..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "Heloo, can I order.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "Can I have  your multi purpose card number first, Sir?"&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "It's eh...,  hold..........&lt;br /&gt;on......889861356102049998-45-54610"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "OK...  you're... Mr Singh and you're calling from 17 Jalan&lt;br /&gt;Kayu. Your home number is  4094! 2366, your office 76452302 and your&lt;br /&gt;mobile&lt;br /&gt;is 0142662566. Which  number are you calling from now Sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "Home! How did you get  all my phone numbers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "We are connected to the system  Sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "May I order your Seafood Pizza..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator :  "That's not a good idea Sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "How come?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator :  "According to your medical records, you have high blood&lt;br /&gt;pressure and even  higher cholesterol level Sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "What?... What do you recommend  then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "Try our Low Fat Hokkien Mee Pizza. You'll like  it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "How do you know for sure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "You borrowed  a book entitled "Popular Hokkien Dishes" from&lt;br /&gt;the National Library last week  Sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "OK I give up... Give me three family size ones then, how &lt;br /&gt;much&lt;br /&gt;will that cost?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "That should be enough for your  family of 10, Sir. The total&lt;br /&gt;is $49.9! 9"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "Can I pay by!  credit card?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "I'm afraid you have to pay us cash, Sir. Your  credit card&lt;br /&gt;is over the limit and you owe your bank $3,720.55 since October  last year.&lt;br /&gt;That's not including the late payment charges on your housing  loan,&lt;br /&gt;Sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "I guess I have to run to the neighbourhood ATM  and withdraw&lt;br /&gt;some cash before your guy arrives"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "You can't  Sir. Based on the records,you've reached your&lt;br /&gt;daily limit on machine  withdrawal today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "Never mind just send the pizzas, I'll have  the cash ready.&lt;br /&gt;How long is it gonna take anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "About  45 minutes Sir, but if you can't wait you can always&lt;br /&gt;come and collect it on  your motorcycle..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: " What!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "According to  the details in system ,you own a&lt;br /&gt;Scooter,...registration number  1123..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: " ????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "Is there anything else  Sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "Nothing.! .. by the way... aren't you giving me that 3  free&lt;br /&gt;bottles of cola as advertised?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "We normally would  Sir, but based on your records you're&lt;br /&gt;also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diabetic.......  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: #$$^%&amp;amp;$@$%^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator "Better watch your language  Sir. Remember on 15th July 1987&lt;br /&gt;you were convicted of using abusive language  on a policeman...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Faints...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-3024276522314105995?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/3024276522314105995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=3024276522314105995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/3024276522314105995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/3024276522314105995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/customer-care-in-2020.html' title='Customer care in 2020'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SLk548mcr5I/AAAAAAAAACk/ZEMsGu5D6ng/s72-c/custcare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-5312087600597100549</id><published>2008-08-30T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T04:57:50.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke!!! Japanese Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SLk1cNW1XfI/AAAAAAAAACc/G80L_vZ1_0g/s1600-h/japan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SLk1cNW1XfI/AAAAAAAAACc/G80L_vZ1_0g/s320/japan1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240278400160325106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="postbody"&gt;Four corporate presidents, one English, one French, one  Japanese and one American, were on their way to an international business  conference when they were kidnapped by terrorists and taken to a secret hideout.  They were asked for their last requests?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Englishman spoke first.  "Before I die, I want to honour my country and protest this barbaric act by  singing "God Save The Queen" to all you men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Frenchman said, "And I  want to honour my country before I die by singing ‘The Marseilles’ to your men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese said, "Before I die, I wish to honour my country by giving  the lecture I was going to present on the Japanese style of industrial  management."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The terrorist turned finally to the American. "What is your  last request?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American replied, "I want you to kill me right now so  I don't have to listen to another lecture on the Japanese style of industrial  management!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-5312087600597100549?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/5312087600597100549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=5312087600597100549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/5312087600597100549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/5312087600597100549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/joke-japanese-management.html' title='Joke!!! Japanese Management'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SLk1cNW1XfI/AAAAAAAAACc/G80L_vZ1_0g/s72-c/japan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-1945358251472308770</id><published>2008-08-30T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T04:46:01.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke!! Every action has an opposite and equal reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SLkyfMcOm-I/AAAAAAAAACU/BhdgM6s0JdI/s1600-h/execblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SLkyfMcOm-I/AAAAAAAAACU/BhdgM6s0JdI/s320/execblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240275152919239650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="postbody"&gt;One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed. Well, the  passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, 'I don't feel like it, I  just want you to hold me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, 'WHAT??!! What was that?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to  hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman  enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responded to  my puzzled look by saying, 'Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I  do for you in the bedroom?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that nothing was going to happen  that night, I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day I opted to take the day  off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went  shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while  she tried on several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which  one to take, so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to  compliment her new clothes, so I said, 'Lets get a pair for each outfit.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on to the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of  diamond earrings. Let me tell you... she was so excited. She must have thought I  was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because  she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I threw her for a loop when I said, 'That's fine, honey.' She  was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling  with excited anticipation, she finally said, 'I think this is all dear, let's go  to the cashier.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, 'No  honey, I don't feel like it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face just went completely blank as her  jaw dropped with a baffled, 'WHAT?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then said, 'Honey! I just want you  to HOLD this stuff for a while.&lt;br /&gt;You're just not in touch with my financial  needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a  woman.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I  added, 'Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I can buy  you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either....but at least that  bitch knows I'm smarter than her.&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/5878167855972451758-1945358251472308770?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/1945358251472308770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=1945358251472308770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/1945358251472308770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/1945358251472308770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/joke-every-action-has-opposite-and.html' title='Joke!! Every action has an opposite and equal reaction'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SLkyfMcOm-I/AAAAAAAAACU/BhdgM6s0JdI/s72-c/execblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-8266030864607023729</id><published>2008-08-26T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:38:07.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-8266030864607023729?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/8266030864607023729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=8266030864607023729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/8266030864607023729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/8266030864607023729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-7400201943412418852</id><published>2008-08-26T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:50:38.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving for Sex</title><content type='html'>These lines were written out of desperation and craving for sex.&lt;br /&gt;There is a sort of justification for the release of sex energy that gets accumulated and spoils the day to day activities. This is a personification of the male sex organ. This part of prose shows how the feeling of sex is too an integral part of a healthy being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative Writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see this fellow called the P***S wants me to cater to his needs. I exercise suppression and control him. If I keep ill treating him he may seek liberation and become a rebel. He may spoil my integrity and unity. I want to treat him reasonably. You see he is too a valuable part of my wholeness. What am I going to achieve by treating him like this? This ill treatment makes even the very basic processes of my life difficult.&lt;br /&gt;United I stand divided I fall.&lt;br /&gt;Unity in diversity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-7400201943412418852?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/7400201943412418852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=7400201943412418852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/7400201943412418852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/7400201943412418852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/craving-for-sex.html' title='Craving for Sex'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-1604902228255186404</id><published>2008-08-08T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T06:10:00.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Judgement and how is it classified</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookrix.com/_mybookpid-en-sathishkumartrichy_1267460083.2537240982-sathishkumartrichy" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.bookrix.com/prsmedia/_bxripic_196x2000-sathishkumartrichy_1267460083.2537240982.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookrix.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.bookrix.com/prsmedia/_bxmedia_196x240-blackbar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJx1qLkoIKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dRCrTQ_7TBI/s1600-h/judge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232186234619044002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJx1qLkoIKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dRCrTQ_7TBI/s320/judge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evolutionary Judgment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to talk about judgment. What is judgment? I don’t know what the dictionary definition is. But I think judgment is an estimation of what we consider reality of the situation. Interpretation of what the reality of the present situation is judgment. I could also be an interpretation of what events had happened in the past. Are we born judges? Judgment is a very important thing in life. I helps us decide what is wrong and right. Judgment is a mixture of discretion, distinguishon, and discrimination. All these things together and the application of these things together is judgment.&lt;br /&gt;When we are born we come out of the womb and we feel the difference and we cry. Our judgment at the time is very miniscule it is the in comfort that makes us cry. We judge when we are hungry we cry for milk, that is a sort of judgment. It is judging when we are hungry. Then we judge when to have the parental attention and cry. We judge when to do it and when not to do it. Then we grow up to be a boy or a girl. And then we do mischief.&lt;br /&gt;Is judgment anywhere involved in mischief? What is mischief, it is a sort of entertainment, it is an undisciplined entertainment. The undisciplined entertainment for small children is judgment which is considered undisciplined by elders. What do we gain out of mischief? We come to know what is right and wrong. The parents say if you do this it is right and if you do this you are wrong. That is what a child’s mind takes. At that level the children take what the parents say as right. If the parent says that it is wrong to talk with strangers, the child will not talk to strangers. It does not have the capacity or curiosity then. It could not have understood whether such things exist. Like an enquiry, it may not know what is enquiry. It may not know that there are situations or words or conditions beyond what the parent says. If the parents say that the police will catch you, it will get afraid of the policeman. If the parent says that the police man will beat you it will necessarily be afraid of the policeman. So judgment at that level at 3 or 4 years is limited to that extent. Then our needs grow we begin to start telling lies. The child may not know that it is telling lies when it cries for milk or when it seeks the attention of the parents.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes up to 6 or 7 years it comes to realize what a lie is. But it still then continues. Can anyone in this world be without telling lies? No it is impossible even as a baby you would have lied; How could as a baby you would have lied? Now as a baby would have needed the warmth of your mother’s bosoms or hands. So you would have cried just as you would have cried for milk. The reason could be different but you could have thought the mother with the intention of giving milk would come to you and then hold you in her hands and take you near her bosoms. So you see even at that level without knowing of the word lie you would have lied. The cries and smile and laughter could have been meant for that. You never know even a baby could play a lot of tricks without knowing it is playing tricks. I don’t justify lies but the reason for the lie. If you lie for a good reason it is not wrong. The child may not have the capacity to judge what is right and what is wrong so it would just have to take the words of its parents. If you do mischief the cop will come and beat you. It may not know what the cop is but it knows that beating is painful. It may think that even if a caring person like the parent beats it is painful so it may just imagine a stranger beating it. It will be much more tough so it comes to a judgment that it is painful and it is afraid of the cop and it takes the words of the parent. The complexity of our judgment process it changes as we grow. As a teen we may not be at the same level of judgment that as we are in our 25 or 26 years. The judgment could be subjective. What is subjective? If you are crazy about something then you may not hesitate to show bias towards attaining that. So judgment could also be subjective. As we grow older we come to know the difference between subjective judgment and objective judgment. Subjective judgment is a weakness and objective judgment that’s a sort of playing tricks or games to attain ones desires. So we should avoid subjective judgment as well as objective judgment. We should concentrate on judgment as such. But then in society there are a lot of instances where objective judgment and subjective judgment are considered at times rather than real judgment.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need objective judgment? A mentally retarded child may not be able to compete with a child who is normal. In a situation where both are made to perform it is not fair for them to compete. For example like a simple process like taking food the challenged person may take a long time whereas the normal person can take the correct time. But then you don’t misjudge you won’t discredit the actions of a challenged child. You just accept it to be equivalent to that of a normal child. So this is subjective judgment it is subject to the child. What is objective judgment? Objective judgment is a judgment where we are intent to do something. We have competitions in school like drawing competitions, running and swimming. So what is the objective, it is to improve the competition to improve the sportsmanship. So it is reasonable here to use objective judgment. This might be a good example. There are minorities in a country they are given&lt;br /&gt;Special rights in a country so this in also objective judgment. The book worm sort of judgment that we follow as child and teen it just disappears as we grow older. We are able to judge complex scenarios and situations. But then after becoming an adult if we tend to judge as a child would then its unfair. It is like going to the tonnage. So we will have to evolve as normal people. Our judging capacity should enhance. Well as a child the mother tells that we can take only 2 chocolates a day. The mother might say if you eat ice-cream 2 times a day the teeth will decay. But that need not apply to an adult. Even after becoming an adult if he thinks that taking only 2 chocolates or 2 ice creams a day will be correct then so what I intend to say is the rigidity of the rules and laws that we are governed as a child need not apply to an adult. Judgment is a learning process. If we are made to judge at a very young age it will useful. It will be more productive and useful to the society. Well take me as an example as a child I used to write rules in by mind, I used to have rigid laws as to what is right and what is wrong. But then after I grew up I changed. I was not able to do justice to the rules and laws that I had framed. I was not able to stick to the rigid laws and rules that I had framed as a child. I was thinking that what my parents and teachers told was right and that I had to follow it strictly. I did not really put an effort of whether what they where right or wrong, I just took it blindly that what they say is right because they were big and had much more knowledge than me. Of course you see these adults. These people who teach children sometimes compete with children. That is a very funny thing I have observed. How come a grown up an adult compete with a child. The adults here need to use common sense. A child being small is bound to make mistakes. That is what a child is it learns by making mistakes. It has to be given sufficient chances to make mistakes. If it is given a chance to make mistakes the right mistakes it will learn in the right way how to avoid such mistakes. It won’t commit a wrong or a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author of this book is, Sathish kumar Mahalingam.&lt;br /&gt;Please forward your comments to &lt;strong&gt;sathishkumartrichy@yahoo.com&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/5878167855972451758-1604902228255186404?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/1604902228255186404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=1604902228255186404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/1604902228255186404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/1604902228255186404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-judgement-and-how-is-it.html' title='What is Judgement and how is it classified'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJx1qLkoIKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dRCrTQ_7TBI/s72-c/judge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-8717019914064182891</id><published>2008-08-08T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T05:56:53.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retain Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookrix.com/_mybookpid-en-sathishkumartrichy_1282202123.9548931122-sathishkumartrichy" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.bookrix.com/prsmedia/_bxripic_196x2000-sathishkumartrichy_1282202123.9548931122.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookrix.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.bookrix.com/prsmedia/_bxmedia_196x240-blackbar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJx2A_dieKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0bq-mauww88/s1600-h/control.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232186626505078946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJx2A_dieKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0bq-mauww88/s320/control.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Self possession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well good morning it is morning now and I am in a mood to talk as usual. What is going to be the subject of my talk? Can it be the art of maintaining or retaining possession? Can it be the art of maintaining balance? Call it equilibrium, call it self possession. Or call it &lt;strong&gt;maintaining control&lt;/strong&gt;. So how can I start? I have come to a conclusion of what topic I am going to talk about. It is the art of control. Why do we need to be retaining self control? What is the purpose behind that? Do we always need to be in control? What is freedom? What is bliss? Are we in control in our freedom, in our bliss? How do we retain control?&lt;br /&gt;We voluntarily think about what is right and what is wrong in our capacity to retail control or possession. Now if we always keep thinking about what is right and what is wrong and then execute it we will just be a computer doing calculations and if we are too much obsessed about being right. Then we won’t have time for creativity. So making mistakes giving ourselves a chance to make mistakes our desire to make mistakes, even that is control. So after having given a small introduction; Of what I am going to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to narrate a small story. In “mythology” I don’t want to be too religious. So I use the word mythology. Let me be down to earth. There is a story where two beasts which serve as vehicles to god heads talk to each other. In Hindu mythology we have a lot of god heads and they have their own vehicles. This is a discussion between the vehicle of lord Shiva and another vehicle called Garuda. Lord Shiva’s vehicle is the snake. So from lord Shiva’s neck the snake asks Garuda which is a bird. From lord Shiva’s neck the snake asks to the bird “are you doing well? “. For which the bird says “if we are where we are and then we talk every thing is ok and good. So we are safe in the place in which we are. Why am I telling you this story? This story is very important in the art of retaining possession, the art of control. When we are to enjoy we need to enjoy to the maximum and when we need to sorrow we need to be sorrowful or cry to the maximum. What I may say could be strange. What is this guy, he says that he will talk about control and he says that when we are to be happy we need to be uncontrollably happy and when we are to cry we need to uncontrollably cry. But then this is very important in the place that we are. I did not mention the place. When you indulge in sex see to that it is safe but then in the pleasure that you enjoy experience uncontrollable pleasure. When someone close to you dies, it is very uneventful for me to talk this but then I am giving an example. When someone close to you departs, never to come back again? What do you do? You cry you sorrow, Sorrow to the maximum it is uncontrollable sorrow. What befalls this state of uncontrollable sorrow or uncontrollable happiness it is a state of clarity. It is a state where you don’t have sorrow or happiness.&lt;br /&gt;So that is the purpose of being uncontrollable in situations where you can be uncontrollable. They call it a state of “shunnya’ or zeroness in Hindu philosophy. So you reach a state wherein you can start your minds working in a normal and in a state where you can be receptive to day to day needs. When do we need to control? When do we need to exercise voluntary control? When we are capable of knowing that we are in the wrong way or when we are to do something wrong that we are about to commit a mistake. We can correct ourselves this is voluntary control. Where could you exercise voluntary control it could be in your job? It could be in your relationship with your friend. It could be in relationship with your lover. So “voluntary control” is important here. If you indulge in being involuntary, If you can relax your minds resources in things that deserve uncontrollable attention like that uncontrollable happiness and uncontrollable sorrow that I have mentioned above you will have resources in your mind for calibrated or voluntary control. Now don’t be obsessed with what is right and what is wrong in retaining your control, in retaining your self control. If some one deliberately insults you, think once or twice whether you really deserve it. If you really deserve the insult take it. It is your punishment for the wrong that you have done. Feel for it and mend your ways. Try to correct the mistake that you have made. That is the right way to retain possession or control or equilibrium. If you don’t deserve the insult just don’t take it. Don’t take it at all. You need not inflict the insult that insult back to the person who is doing it to you.&lt;br /&gt;It could be that he is not in control and so he may do so. Why do you want to compound the problems of a person in distress or who does not know the art of self retention.&lt;br /&gt;Just ignore it get away from that person. Don’t take the insult. A story comes to my mind it is a very common story. It is the story about Buddha. Buddha walks with his disciple on a street. The theme of it conveys the message. Buddha walks with his disciple on a village, it’s a narrow road and it takes Buddha through a lot of huts where there is population. People seeing Buddha finding him strange abuse Buddha verbally but then Buddha just walks past this shower of abuse not showing any change of his expression.&lt;br /&gt;Retaining his enlightened state he walks past. After they walk past the village his disciple asks Buddha “what is this, these people have been insulting you but then you have just walked past undeterred and there is no change in you. There should be some sort of anger an expression of anger in you”. For which Buddha says “I just don’t take what they have said”. So this is the art of retaining self possession. Know what you must take and know what you must not take. Where did the insults on Buddha go? It went back to the people who directed this insult towards Buddha. Know what you should deserve and what you should not. One thing that is very important is as long as we are in this physical state where our soul’s reside in your body we can’t hope to be extra physical persons.&lt;br /&gt;We are people whose souls reside in our body. We are bound to nature so we need to take care of our bodily needs. This is very important in the art of retaining possession. That is why if pleasure gives you balance. If pleasure helps you in retaining your capacity to judge where you can exercise your righteousness and where you can afford to make mistakes. If pleasure can help you out with this then indulge in it. Indulge in it in the amount that will satisfy your desires. I don’t want you to indulge in excessive or abusive pleasure. Pleasure can be experienced in safe and useful ways. It is a pleasure to teach your child something useful in his life. It is a pleasure to plant a tree in your garden. It is a pleasure to watch the sun rise. It is a pleasure to have sex with your beloved wife. That is the sort of pleasure that I am talking about. The aversion of pleasure is not control. Aversion of reasonable pleasure that we embodied souls are bound to causes us to loose our balance or equilibrium. We are as people capable of knowing when we should be firm on things and not be. We should know when we have the liberty of mistake and when we don’t have the liberty of mistake. What are you going to prove by retaining your firmness? When you say you are firm of doing something about achieving something think whether it is really worth the purpose be firm be persistent. But in being persistent know your place very well. You could say something that is true. You could say something that is un-harm full. But the place in which you are may not be conducive for you to reveal the truth. It is not only true it is also un-harm full and really be good. But the place in which you are may not be suitable for you to reveal this thing. So be very aware of it. What was I talking about? I was talking about self control and talked about retaining control. I also talked about where we can loose our control so that we can relax our mind and body. This is a very big topic it is a very intricate delicate and complex art.&lt;br /&gt;My efforts at telling this may not be complete even if I make one or more tries. I may not be complete in fully expressing the nuances of this art of self possession or self retention.&lt;br /&gt;I may not be in a position to reveal much. I have already talked about judgment. Judge if we are really in need to curtail our actions. Judge whether you can openly enjoy your actions. Judge whether there is really any action in action. “One who sees action in inaction and inaction in action is a yogi and he has accomplished all his tasks” this was something that I read somewhere it came to my mind. Relax your mind and body whenever you have time for it and in a position of it. When you at home, when you are intimate with your loving people, your parents, your children, your friends and wife, relax. One significant thing that I am going to talk about is you need not always control yourself. There are instances where you can allow some one else to take control over you.&lt;br /&gt;If you are too tired and don’t know what to do then it is good that you allow some other trust worthy person to take control over you. If you are in distress and if your wife really has experience in quelling your distress, then, allow her to take control over you. If she is an expert in judging and delivering what is good to you then let her take control over you. After you return tired from the office and you have tried to cope up with a lot of problems and after you have given a lot of solutions you reach home tired and you no longer want to be in control let her take control over you. Let her care for you. If your child returns from school tired of learning and learning and burdening himself too much of things that he may not understand really. Then you take control over him. Play with him tickle him embrace him. So all these things are important, even being controlled is such a joy. But be careful about who controls you. “Anger” we in a lot of instances in life get angry, a lot of events happen and these events may not be in our favor. We may become angry because of these events which are not in our favor. Anger is different from happiness and sorrow because it is a sort of aggression. How can you control this? You can give a vent to your anger or you can understand that you are angry and then go about setting things right. When things are set right you know that you have corrected the problem or issue. You don’t have that anger. Don’t be angry, don’t be angry at all. You may in circumstances act like being angry because we may have to work with common people. When common people respond to you when you are angry and when they think that they should act only when the boss commands them in anger you can act as if you are angry.&lt;br /&gt;But I tell you anger is not good. It is detrimental to the mind as well as the body. So what will you do when you are angry? You first realize that you are angry and then analyze the cause of this anger and try to set it right. Your anger should make you eager to set things right. There should be persistence in your thought that you should set things right. And once you have set the things right your purpose is attained and then anger disappears.&lt;br /&gt;What purpose can anger have? If it has the purpose of insulting someone and then escalating the problem further then that is not what you should do. But then if it serves the purpose of you becoming eager and energetic in finding a solution to the problem then it is ok. So that is how you take things in life. That is how you go about dealing with a lot of mood changes. Your mood is not always stable you sometimes be happy, sometimes you become sad, sometimes you become relaxed, sometimes you become energetic, sometimes you become enthusiastic, sometimes there is anxiety, sometimes there is hope. Sometimes there is desperation, sometimes there is elation and sometimes there is depression. So there are a lot of moods we are bound to these moods. The art of possession is very important when we are in the state of these moods. If we know that these moods are nothing but manifestation of inadequacies in bodily parameters. We will know how to be independent of such mood swings. If we come to realize that these mood changes are a result of changes in bodily parameters. We will know that we can be stable even in mood swings. If we constantly teach ourselves this art of self possession or retention. You may not be happy. You may start the day but you realize that your son has done something bad. You may become sad you may become angry at him. And you may have to go to the office. But when you reach office you may be in the same state of sadness and anger. But if you realize that the actions that emanate from this state of your mood will be detrimental to the relationships that you may have to manage in the office. Then you will mend your actions. Despite being sad, despite being angry people will be able to make out that you are sad and angry. But then if you exercise caution in your action they will also that this man despite being in a state of imbalance is giving the right action. He is doing a measured act, he is being very reasonable. He is using his judgment. Then they will appreciate it. They will tend not to put further imbalance in the state you are in if they are helping. But then if you go to the office and then shout at your boss or shout at your secretary then it will trigger a chain reaction. Then it won’t solicit cooperation. It will trigger non cooperation people may not cooperate with you. They will think that you are very arbitrary and very not unreasonable and irresponsible. Even in a state of anger if you are aware of it and deliver good action. What else can I talk about self control? The feelings are very important there has to be a balance of a lot of feelings so whenever you get a chance. Whenever you feel that, whenever you come to realize that the imbalance or some sort of feeling try to fulfill it. If you have a strong desire to watch a fiction movie and you haven’t been for it for a long time it may not suit your balance. Go and watch it watch a fiction movie. What’s the harm in doing so give some time for your feelings too. If you feel that you have been deprived of loneliness for a long time, be lonely take a shot. Ok if you feel that you have to be persistent in being active for a long time or long hours. Think whether it is really worth it. Whether the situation demands it if the situation demands it do it. Don’t be a workaholic. If you feel like having alcohol have it if you feel like having it but then don’t go to the state of a workaholic.&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol should help you in retaining control. It should not make you uncontrollable. If you are driving don’t take alcohol. If you are to be fully receptive to stimulus if you are to be fully receptive to sensory perception or intellectual perception then don’t take alcohol. But then if you want to relax, if you are in safe places where you can loose some amount of your sensory perception and intellectual perception. Then take alcohol. It is medicine. The medicine gives you side effects. It is the same thing it has to be a medicine it should not become a poison. So I don’t advocate alcoholism. It is very bad. So what else? Ok as I have told you one or two attempts at describing the art of retaining possession is not sufficient. I may have to make further more attempts. Any how my talk has been very slow. It is because of the nature I have been talking about. Ok bye see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-8717019914064182891?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/8717019914064182891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=8717019914064182891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/8717019914064182891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/8717019914064182891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/retain-control.html' title='Retain Control'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJx2A_dieKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0bq-mauww88/s72-c/control.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-2927222503771104000</id><published>2008-08-08T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T06:21:28.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookrix.com/_mybookpid-en-sathishkumartrichy_1282311143.3863420486-sathishkumartrichy" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.bookrix.com/prsmedia/_bxripic_196x2000-sathishkumartrichy_1282311143.3863420486.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookrix.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.bookrix.com/prsmedia/_bxmedia_196x240-blackbar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJx2RLv3VtI/AAAAAAAAACE/hIxXVbf2yrA/s1600-h/excitement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232186904681076434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJx2RLv3VtI/AAAAAAAAACE/hIxXVbf2yrA/s320/excitement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi hello I was just feeling like talking about &lt;strong&gt;excitement&lt;/strong&gt;. And why would I choose to talk about excitement today at this juncture. To day in my office there was a new consultant joining duty and she happened to be a girl. Being a guy I was excited about having a glimpse of her appearance. Now let me talk about myself for a moment. I am a guy of 29 years and a guy of 29 years should have had proximity to a girl or girls of his age or a woman. At age 29 he should have had all this. But then this is something I have not had.&lt;br /&gt;Look at what I have been denied. A very natural thing a thing that is very basic in life has been denied to me all these years. I am not talking about the proximity to my mother or my sister. I am talking about the proximity to someone of the opposite sex. I should have had sex by now. You look at history go back 2000 years 3000 years people would have had all these things the proximity, not only proximity, going beyond proximity having sex, they would have had it all by this time. And so they would have had no excitement at my age. But at this age 29 I am excited having a look at someone of the opposite sex who has joined my office. How weird how crazy how funny. This is manipulation what purpose does this manipulation serve? And who have manipulated this. Who are the people who are responsible for this manipulation does this serve the purpose of good? Well I tell you sex is a birth right and every man and woman will have to have it at the right time it is a very natural and basic thing. Now why does sex always have to be a thing of a hidden agenda why cant it be straight forward why cant it be frank why cant it be honest. Why should we always deal with things like sex, leave sex if you don’t want to consider it. Love is love obscene? Is love vulgar I ask you, why should it be pursued as a hidden agenda? Man Woman I ask you why should love be sought as a hidden agenda? Now why do you always require a license for pursuing love? To drive on the road you require a license. To pursue a career you require a certificate which your university gives. To become a president of a country you require the mandate of its citizens. But then love, who’s mandate do you need for love. Why should it be something which has to be pursued like theft? Why should love be theft? This is crazy, weird and ridiculous. I know of from where I come from I have gone to temples and I have seen explicit sexual content in the place of worship. The sculptures depict explicit sexual content. Why do you associate vulgarity and obscenity when it comes to love, sex. Would you have been born?&lt;br /&gt;If not for this love and the act of sex you would not have been born. Why do you associate irresponsibility when it comes to subject matter of love and sex, if you consider something as a lapse? It is not love it is not the feeling of sex that is a lapse. It is inculcation that is lapse. You have been inculcating rubbish stupidity, indecency and obscenity. I tell you a person of my age should not be excited. Now if I feel excited at this age of a person of an opposite sex joining office. Is it not obscenity vulgarity, who is responsible for this? I don’t want to play the blame game. I want justice, humanity. I am asking for a very basic privilege, the right to love and have sex at the right age. I am not being an animal. I am talking of something beyond that. It dose not mean that if you have love if you are in love you have babies. I tell you we have come beyond those ages. Every thing we do in this world is manipulation. We have manipulated nature but then this manipulation has been there even beyond the time of nature that we have observed. There was not life on this planet. How did life come? What was there before this life? There has had been a manipulation. Manipulation of nature and that was why life came into existence. And it is the same sort of manipulation that happens now. That is the reason why we don’t have babies just because we do something like having sex. Evolve, develop, come up, grow up, become mature I can give you examples but then if I give you examples it will become provocative. It may provoke the feelings so I don’t want to go beyond. Love is a fundamental need. Love that I am talking about that which a child enjoys or knows or understands is not what a person who is an adult is just ok with. He needs a different sort of love. That sort of love becomes essential when becomes an adult. Then why, why shouldn’t he or she get it. Why should he pursue this love as a pervert idea? Why should it always be pervert? Why can’t it be a good thing to ask for.&lt;br /&gt;Phone rings. Ok let me end up I need to attend a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so far my talk has been very emotional. So I thought that I can take a break. I have had a break for one and a half days. And now I am talking in a very balanced state. I have taken necessary actions so that I’ve become balanced. So this emotional talk has been out of a state of desperation. I’ve been starved of something so my words show emotions and a sense of urgency to attain love. But I tell you it is not an easy thing to love. Love it is not spontaneous. At least to me it is not spontaneous. There are a lot of reactions both physical and intellectual things that happen when one comes to the state of love. We’ve heard of love at first sight in literature and in some instances in history. To me love at first sight could only mean infatuation. It is a sort of attraction only that. Now we can progress from a state of infatuation to love. So if it has happened in literature or history. It could be that this attraction infatuation has turned into love. But then love it is a sort of thing that is reached only after a lot of processes physical as well as intellectual processes are complete. Now why do we love? We love so that we can stay together, we can live for our life together. That is why the sexes love. Now there has to be an estimation of the cohesiveness of the relationship for the relationship to be termed as love. The two sexes that are party to this game of love what they do is they meet whenever they get a chance to meet and estimate whether the opposite person is ok to be a life partner. Of course attraction is always there and this attraction is the stepping stone to the next step that which leads closer to the step that which is love. So when they get a chance to meet what they do is they talk, they look at each other. It is both physical as well as intellectual. The physical compatibility is also important as well as the mental compatibility is also important. But the rules are not rigid; the rules in love are not rigid. You never know, there are no hard and fast rules. They say love is blind this is very true. Love can be blind but the meaning of blindness here is not in the level of understanding that which the lovers have. It is the degree of strangeness it is the degree of love being unique. We’ve had instances of people who are very different in culture, meeting together, marrying having children living their life being happy in their life. There are instances where in both of them are not physically as equal in physical attraction. They may not be equal in physical attraction but then they love. It could be that the guy is intellectually good which she desires and it could be she is physically attractive that he desires. So ultimately the thing is you just don’t go and propose to a girl by just having a look at her. You calibrate, you estimate, you try to move closer. You try to find signs of compatibility of cohesiveness and then you move further a step. This is especially particular to people who are quite grown up, who are not so young and naïve. A person of 20 years or 21 years he may not be so very mature in personality. He may just looking at a girl go straight forward and propose to her or she may just go and propose to him. So at that level of maturity it is ok but at this level of maturity at the age of 29 there are a lot of complex processes that are involved. I am not blaming the love at the age of 21 and 22 it happens by attraction and then it grows. It grows into an understanding and then a better level of understanding and then it gets enriched and then there is a lot of education that is involved. As I have said if love has some time to progress it will be very educative. That is why I feel that it has to start early, there has to be an educative curve in love. And then you can get intimate, you can get physically intimate. There is no rigid rule here too.” Physical intimacy” it depends on the culture you are from. If you are from a conservative Indian family then physical intimacy is a taboo. That may not be so if you are from a modern society. But then one fact is there it is that in countries where people are more sexually active there are less incidences of sexually transmitted diseases and things like that. In educative societies where people are active in sex things like sexually transmitted diseases and sexual violence are very less comparing the societies where they say sex is a taboo, it is in these countries that you find that these diseases are more prevalent and violence and sexually related violence is more prevalent. It is a taboo if sex is a taboo then the violation of sex that too becomes a taboo it doesn’t come up. So the rate is quite higher in these countries where sex is a taboo. So what was I talking about, I started with a very emotional tone, I was talking out of desperation and then I took a break so that I could balance myself. And out of the balance there emerged a better understanding of how to pursue this love. The pursuit has to be in terms of the maturity you are in. &lt;strong&gt;Ok have a great day bye bye&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/5878167855972451758-2927222503771104000?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/2927222503771104000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=2927222503771104000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/2927222503771104000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/2927222503771104000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/excitement.html' title='Excitement'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJx2RLv3VtI/AAAAAAAAACE/hIxXVbf2yrA/s72-c/excitement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-3546719594250339065</id><published>2008-08-08T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:38:48.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to my Psychiatrist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJx2jUimujI/AAAAAAAAACM/Gs-CQ2ibKZo/s1600-h/psychiatrist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232187216279026226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJx2jUimujI/AAAAAAAAACM/Gs-CQ2ibKZo/s320/psychiatrist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Doctor Maam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maam I am not a PHD. I don’t have a doctorate degree. I am neither a religious scholar.&lt;br /&gt;I am one among 100 crore common Indians. That is my background.&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me how best a person in my situation face circumstances. I am not an expert in the art of bourgeois or high class elegance or expression.&lt;br /&gt;If I have offended you, the best I can say is “Please forgive me”. I owe my living to a lot of my well wishers and friends and family members. I look forward to working towards our wellbeing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-3546719594250339065?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/3546719594250339065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=3546719594250339065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/3546719594250339065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/3546719594250339065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/letter-to-my-psychiatrist.html' title='Letter to my Psychiatrist'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJx2jUimujI/AAAAAAAAACM/Gs-CQ2ibKZo/s72-c/psychiatrist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-2265521212066517930</id><published>2008-08-08T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:21:02.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to my Lover</title><content type='html'>Hi I am sathish. You could have forgotten me. I was just one among 100’s that you deal with in your life. Madhu Malar I wish you all success in your career. You don’t know that you have been a source of inspiration in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took liberty and advantage but did not disgrace it. You will continue to be my source of inspiration. I am to get married. And I would like to thank you for making me worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;My wife will be my life partner. I will show her all respect, love and responsibility. When I could derive inspiration from a girl whom I have met 6 times. Imagine what all my life partner will contribute to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-2265521212066517930?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/2265521212066517930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=2265521212066517930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/2265521212066517930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/2265521212066517930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/letter-to-my-lover.html' title='Letter to my Lover'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-7768475864968772630</id><published>2008-08-08T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:20:00.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parables!!! Thought Provoking Indeed</title><content type='html'>There was a monk. On his journey he had to sleep. He found a place under a tree.&lt;br /&gt;After lying down he saw up. It was a giant tree but its fruits were small. He thought that it was stingy for the giant tree to bear such tiny fruit. The pumpkin and the tiny creeper came to his mind. Suddenly he woke up after falling asleep. A fruit had hit his cheeks. Now he realized, had it been a pumpkin he would not have been alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish was a good cyclist. He enjoyed cycling. His uncle had a bike and Sathish’s cousin Senthil used to drive it. Sathish used to be jealous then. He demanded that he too be allowed to drive the bike. His uncle helped him. Sathish wanted quick results. So he took the bike when his uncle was not there. He sat on it and gave the throttle or acceleration. He was not able to balance and in fear he gave full throttle and smashed the bike on a gate a few buildings away. However people came to his rescue and helped him and he was safe. His bruises disappeared a few days after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a school child Sathish was taken to a blind school. He saw blind people not only happy but doing hard work. They were weaving carpets and he saw them read using poked cardboard ( Braille). He saw them singing and playing music. He was just a child and did not much realize the purpose of all that. Now that he is grown up and when events make him think about what he can do he remembers them. What could be the lesson he learns? There is joy and satisfaction only in work. As long as we work we satisfy a purpose. Our life is fruitfull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a king and emperor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kingdom was a hilly terrain. Rivers flowed and it was rich in flora and fauna. Medicinal herbs to cure almost all diseases were found. The king nurtured the art of medicine. The emperor who was a close friend of the king suddenly became ill. His courtiers could not find an immediate cure. So they sent forth messengers to all the kingdoms for a medicine. The king receives the messenger. He remembers how the emperor helped him tide over conquerors and famine. He immediately dispatches a medical team. The emperor is now cured. The emperor promises that as long as his empire flourishes, so will the kingdom flourish. People celebrate and friendship flourishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a painter and blacksmith. The painter is a great artist. Kings were ready to trade gold and gems for his magnificent painting. The artist was a genius, he secretly kept his precious painting in a wooden box thinking that he could sell this art to bigger emperors for a greater price.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there was a great storm there was floods and people were fleeing the city.&lt;br /&gt;The blacksmith remembers the artist because he had made a wooden box. He had an iron box which was water proof his trade secret. He takes it out and gives it to the artist.&lt;br /&gt;The artist thanks the blacksmith. The blacksmith thanks the artist. Both of them return to their kingdom. Their goal now was to make their king proud. The kingdom prospered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a vagabond hunter and a farmer.&lt;br /&gt;The hunter lives in the jungle and hunts animals for food. He uses stones and twigs to burn the flesh and eats it.&lt;br /&gt;One day while hunting he chases a deer. Unfortunately he falls down and breaks his leg. He is immobilized. A farmer comes to the jungle to collect wood. He rescues the hunter and takes him to his hut. In a couple of weeks his leg gets cured. The important thing is he learns the ways of the farmer and decides to be a watchman or guard to protect against wild animals. Hunter thinks how miserable his life was in a cave and treetop. Now he has a hut. Oil to cook. And food grains for a good meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a woodcutter and a scholar.&lt;br /&gt;Both of them are on a journey. The woodcutter sees the scholar at a market. The scholar advices the people assembled on what is right and what is wrong. The people listen to the scholar and praise him for his lessons. On a morning soon after sunrise both of them start their journey. The woodcutter joins the scholar after making due requests. The scholar accommodates him. The journey takes them through a jungle after they pass the town.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a tiger approaches them and pounces on the scholar. The woodcutter uses his axe and drives the tiger away. The scholar thanks the woodcutter for saving his life. The woodcutter thanks the scholar for all the good lessons, which he will receive on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Buddhist Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a warrior with pride in his might and Waller. He had not seen the divine. One day he heard of a monk. People said he was divine. The warrior became arrogant. He went straight to the monk and orders the monk to show him the divine. The monk tacitly            &lt;br /&gt; Ridicules the warrior. The warrior raises the sword.&lt;br /&gt;The monk says&lt;br /&gt;“You see evil now”&lt;br /&gt;The warrior puts the sword back in its cover and humbles before the monk.&lt;br /&gt;The monk says “you see divine now”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish, Hema and Lavan were children. They played and used to chat.&lt;br /&gt;They liked to hear stories.&lt;br /&gt;One day sathish told a story slowly but steadily. Hema and Lavan enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;The next day Sathish came up with another story and did not know how to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;Lavan said; “your stories are fake”. She proved her point by asking Sathish to show her the book where he read this story.&lt;br /&gt;Sathish thought that his stories were really fake.&lt;br /&gt;Only after he grew up did he realize that indeed his stories were his own and real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny was an inquisitive person. He wanted to buy a radio. He searched and found the best that met his criteria. On the second day the radio stopped playing. He was confident that the transistor had burned out. So he went to an electronics shop and replaced the transistor. Still the radio did not play. He was now confident that the capacitor had burned out. So he replaced it. Still it did not play.&lt;br /&gt;Finally he took the radio to an electrician. The electrician used an ammeter and found the battery defective. Now Johnny’s radio became a refurbished radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a doctor and a patient.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor was an experienced person. The patient comes to the doctor and says he has memory problem.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor checks the patient and says he is ok and sends the patient away.&lt;br /&gt;The patient forgets to take his pen to the office. That evening he comes to the doctor complaining about memory loss. The doctor gives him some vitamin tablets. After a week the patient forgets to pay his telephone bill.&lt;br /&gt;That evening he comes to the doctor complaining about memory loss. The doctor had no other go but to suggest an invasive operation. Guess what the patient did.He was happy and nodded his head. God  help the doctor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-7768475864968772630?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/7768475864968772630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=7768475864968772630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/7768475864968772630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/7768475864968772630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/parables-thought-provoking-indeed.html' title='Parables!!! Thought Provoking Indeed'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-8938916699352632384</id><published>2008-08-08T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:18:22.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chastity and Pursuance</title><content type='html'>Hey girl I give you my word your chastity is protected in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I know to discriminate and distinguish; I know what to choose to satisfy my carnal desires. I never indulge with you beyond the limits of decency. You must know I don’t plunder beauty, I don’t desecrate the dignity of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish Kumar Mahalingam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl how do I look? How do I look, Do I look smart?&lt;br /&gt;Ok its all a part and parcel of a little amount of your grace&lt;br /&gt;I would say,&lt;br /&gt;Now I am a person who is always obsessed about myself ok?.&lt;br /&gt;But then a thought came to my mind, let go what your smile meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;But what could your smile have meant to you?. Why did you smile at me?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, The answer perhaps to this question could be that you intentionally mostly intentionally wanted to do something good to me. After all why would a girl laugh at a guy who is not that much good in appearance or who is not, let go the appearance even in conduct the way he talks, the way he behaves, his smartness,&lt;br /&gt;Putting it all together why would a girl talk to a person like that?&lt;br /&gt;Not talk, at least laugh ok?&lt;br /&gt;Laughter its something which is of greater significance, let go the talking&lt;br /&gt;Ok talking too is not of much complexity but laughter, What made you laugh at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking on this subject or thinking on why you would have laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;It’s quite a big subject you see?&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to treat it like a subject,&lt;br /&gt;Your laughter because if not for your effort at laughing at me I would not have compiled so many lines of text that could be useful in my book in future.&lt;br /&gt;Hum hm you understand?&lt;br /&gt;So you have done something significant to me. Something very nice, something very great to my life ok ?&lt;br /&gt;The drive that I derived from you makes me live this life to the fullest extent&lt;br /&gt;I derive as much joy as possible from this life, and it is because of you, your thoughts, the more I think about you the more I enjoy life, the more the life means to me, ok? So what is the conclusion?.&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking not things that are of much comprehendible intelligence or intellectuality but then I am just giving a vent to my feelings, a vent to my thoughts. You see ‘the thoughts’ my thoughts require some sort of reciprocation ok? , and from who do I get the reciprocation?.&lt;br /&gt;From you the camera ok.&lt;br /&gt;So what is the conclusion? . The conclusion is that you deliberately, intentionally wanted to do something good to me otherwise no girl would laugh at a boy like that ok?. I am not a dumb guy I am intelligent .One other thing I would like to stress is that just because someone has helped you it doesn’t mean that they become your procession. "You can think about having them as your procession" that is very cunning you see that is how a very what you call a childish person behaves.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a childish person. I am quite mature ok? . Of course I may behave like a child. Behaving like a child and behaving childish is different ok? . So let me be a child, a good child, let me be a mature person, both a child and a mature person a combination of both.&lt;br /&gt;This combination helps me to take your laughter in the right sense ok? .&lt;br /&gt; What is the right sense, what do I mean by the right sense.&lt;br /&gt;Right sense is pursuing my life for my own goodness, and for the goodness of people around me ok? Pursue life not only for your good but for the good of people around you. For the good of people who have made you capable of what you are today ok? for the people who would tomorrow, may derive some sort of guidance from you, a way from you ok?; Ok see your face is before me and your laughter is very near to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I am talking this I can see your face as I saw it 2 years ago. So I don't feel like turning off the cameraaa. I want to continue talking, I want to see my face in the screen, I want to see my emotions ok? , Because there is no one to reciprocate my emotions so at last at last, I switch off the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish Kumar Mahalingam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-8938916699352632384?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/8938916699352632384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=8938916699352632384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/8938916699352632384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/8938916699352632384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/chastity-and-pursuance.html' title='Chastity and Pursuance'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-198930923803481748</id><published>2008-08-08T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:16:56.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more poetry</title><content type='html'>I listen to movie songs and one of the songs in the Tamil movie Ghajini “Surtum Vizhi Chudharae” could have helped me when I had the drive to write a few lines of romantic text that follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby cute and beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Deep I gazed,&lt;br /&gt;Jumped I into the space,&lt;br /&gt;There twinkled the stars,&lt;br /&gt;I kept flying,&lt;br /&gt;Into the cosmos,&lt;br /&gt;Deeper and deeper,&lt;br /&gt;I lost my weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby cute and beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Kissed you straight,&lt;br /&gt;Asking more,&lt;br /&gt;The nectar of your lips,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby cute and beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Absorbed was I into,&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your breadth,&lt;br /&gt;In and out you breathed my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby cute and beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Pulling me,&lt;br /&gt;Into the black hole,&lt;br /&gt;Your embrace,&lt;br /&gt;I could not escape,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby cute and beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;The perfume of your scent,&lt;br /&gt;In all this world,&lt;br /&gt;No garden can bear,&lt;br /&gt;The flower that you are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby cute and beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say,&lt;br /&gt;To say or not to say,&lt;br /&gt;I will wait,&lt;br /&gt;I reserve the lines,&lt;br /&gt;For our days,&lt;br /&gt;The days after marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what I write was a vent to my expressions on listening to two English songs sung by Shania Twain which I downloaded from Itunes website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby tell me&lt;br /&gt;what do I do&lt;br /&gt; what do I feel without you&lt;br /&gt; tell me what do I do&lt;br /&gt; what do I think without you&lt;br /&gt;You tell me what do I do&lt;br /&gt; what do I work without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on tell me tell me baby&lt;br /&gt;Is time precious without you&lt;br /&gt;I keep wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;I keep wasting my energy&lt;br /&gt;All on nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me whom do I kiss&lt;br /&gt;You tell me whom do I hug without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O baby come on tell me&lt;br /&gt;What do I learn&lt;br /&gt;What do I understand&lt;br /&gt;Other than your love and beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby whom do I fondle&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby whom do I cuddle without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my darling tell me whom do I&lt;br /&gt;Fight with whom do I quarrel with without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you what can sleep with&lt;br /&gt;What can I research with without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you whom do I sing ,sleep&lt;br /&gt;Baby sleep&lt;br /&gt;Without you how can I pat, sleep baby sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby tell me what do I do&lt;br /&gt;Without you.&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;br /&gt;What are days,,&lt;br /&gt;Are they movie shows?&lt;br /&gt;That come And go,&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho what are days?&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to the tip,&lt;br /&gt;Of my mamas clothing,&lt;br /&gt;Playing and crying,&lt;br /&gt;For things small as a lollipop,&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho what are days?&lt;br /&gt;Will miss shout at me?&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t sing the rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho what are days?&lt;br /&gt;Why do numbers keep growing?&lt;br /&gt;Making addition and subtraction so difficult,&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho what are days,&lt;br /&gt;Well if the world spins,&lt;br /&gt;Won’t we slip,&lt;br /&gt;Well if the world rotates&lt;br /&gt;Won’t the people below fly away,&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho what are days?&lt;br /&gt;Well Did Newton ask&lt;br /&gt;Why apples fall&lt;br /&gt;Or did I ask&lt;br /&gt;Well if it is right&lt;br /&gt;To speak the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Why did miss then say?&lt;br /&gt;We are glued by something&lt;br /&gt;We cannot see?&lt;br /&gt;Yes she told the truth&lt;br /&gt;Knowing a tender child’s thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho what are days?&lt;br /&gt;Was Einstein better?&lt;br /&gt;Or was Newton better?&lt;br /&gt;Einstein was chased away&lt;br /&gt;Not so was Newton&lt;br /&gt;Then Why miss kept telling&lt;br /&gt;Only good boys will&lt;br /&gt;Succeed in life.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho what are days?&lt;br /&gt;Why are babies born&lt;br /&gt;Only after marriage ceremonies&lt;br /&gt;I asked my uncle&lt;br /&gt;You know what he told me&lt;br /&gt;Babies are kept in store&lt;br /&gt;In the stomach&lt;br /&gt;Are only released in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;If mama and papa feel it is ok&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho what are days&lt;br /&gt;They keep coming but&lt;br /&gt;For how long?&lt;br /&gt;No one knows&lt;br /&gt;Better enjoy them&lt;br /&gt;Make the most of them&lt;br /&gt;For we may not find days&lt;br /&gt;When we need them&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey these are days&lt;br /&gt;I tell you&lt;br /&gt;I am true&lt;br /&gt;These are the days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-198930923803481748?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/198930923803481748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=198930923803481748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/198930923803481748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/198930923803481748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-more-poetry.html' title='Some more poetry'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-6699944972989429403</id><published>2008-08-08T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:15:32.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't convert and loose your identity</title><content type='html'>This is a short story which I wrote on how I could manage life if I married a girl whose customs were different from that of mine. The narration of the story is some what straight and not of literary complexity to keep the message simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramu and Sita were from the same town. Both were brought up and educated in different schools each with repute of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramu’s family has had three generations of repute of being successful lawyers. Ramu’s  father was a thriving lawyer and wanted Ramu to become the one to carry forward the family’s legacy. Ramu was to marry a girl with an aptitude to support a successful lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sita’s father was a doctor a cardiologist. Her grand father was a general medical practitioner.&lt;br /&gt;Sita’s family and relatives wanted to see her as a great doctor. It was a matter of carrying forward the family’s legacy here too. They wanted her to marry a successful doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramu and Sita met in an ice cream parlor and since they met frequently there, chemistry worked out.&lt;br /&gt;So captivated by Sita’s beauty was Ramu.&lt;br /&gt;So attracted towards Ramu was Sita on hearing about how smart Ramu was in speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They one day shared the same table on their friends request. Slowly their friendship became love and so it continued for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time had come for them to pursue their career. Ramu could not compromise on becoming a lawyer and so was Sita, she could not compromise on becoming a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by they maintained their communication through letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramu and Sita finished their graduation and Ramu started practicing.&lt;br /&gt;Sita’s family started to search a suitable bridegroom for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramu and Sita met and decided to break their love story to their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a crucial phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They broke the news and for some time things were topsy-turvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As individuals they united in the wedlock. Opposition could not bereave their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly their parents out of love began to meet Ramu and Sita in their privacy.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly they got accustomed to see them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramu had become a successful lawyer and Sita a successful doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sita conceived and Ramu was delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But problems began to show up after the baby was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Ramu’s side the customs were different and on Sita’s side customs were different.&lt;br /&gt;On a basis of day to day life the customs did not bother them much, but when it came to this issue as to how the baby should be named it was a big issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramu and his side gave up. Gave up to the cause of clarity and goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by and love did its work once again, Sita conceived once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it was the turn of Sita and her side to give up. Give up to the cause of clarity and goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramu and Sita raised their children one became a doctor and one a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society looked up at them. They had proved in life and livelihood that their love was inseparable. They did this without compromising on their tradition and identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish Kumar Mahalingam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-6699944972989429403?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/6699944972989429403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=6699944972989429403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/6699944972989429403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/6699944972989429403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-convert-and-loose-your-identity.html' title='Don&apos;t convert and loose your identity'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-3833353383546561018</id><published>2008-08-08T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:14:08.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves contribution</title><content type='html'>I went to a store and selected some cards by assuming that they were from my beloved.&lt;br /&gt;I mention the word assumption which by reading you can understand is quite different for me. This assumption makes my world brighter and happier and makes me to appreciate the love of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you God&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think&lt;br /&gt;I would have seen this ‘Morning’.&lt;br /&gt;Sep 16, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you I would have been a machine,&lt;br /&gt;You are still with me,&lt;br /&gt;That’s what keeps me alive,&lt;br /&gt;To live I seek love and money,&lt;br /&gt;But to die I sought only your love.&lt;br /&gt;Sep 16, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intuition dear&lt;br /&gt;Not Assumption&lt;br /&gt;Only to the outside world is it Assumption,&lt;br /&gt;Inside my mind heart and soul,&lt;br /&gt;It is love says my intuition.&lt;br /&gt;Sep 16, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many anniversaries does God want me to celebrate?&lt;br /&gt;I just want one more anniversary the last and final one.&lt;br /&gt;Sep 16, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-3833353383546561018?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/3833353383546561018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=3833353383546561018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/3833353383546561018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/3833353383546561018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/loves-contribution.html' title='Loves contribution'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-7682838545212746055</id><published>2008-08-08T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:12:57.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation for Dummies</title><content type='html'>These lines are meant for people who don’t find resources for a high level of &lt;strong&gt;spiritual&lt;/strong&gt; training. These techniques mentioned here are easy and convenient to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meditation for idiots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of techniques of meditation are already available this is my version of the practice of meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditation is the psychological and physiological process of bringing the mind and body to a state of harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turbulences or boredom that is generated in our day to day life may make us sometimes feel dejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dejection makes us loose our focus and concentration. The mind may issue orders but the body may not co-operate. The body may receive impulses but the mind may not take it. There could also be situations where there is disarray or lack of discipline in the mind body relationship. Meditation helps us to overcome these issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are an entity where we are mostly controlled by things that are involuntary and only a half or less than that is possible by voluntary decisions or actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meditation process may be initiated as a voluntary process and the magic I tell you this becomes an involuntary habit through practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My techniques of meditation are for all there are no time or money or place constraints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let me give you some meditation techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a good sleep wake up a bit earlier than when you shoot up to start your day. Keep rolling in the bed for some time enjoy the comfort of your bed and allow thoughts to flow and then sit down then standup. Get set go your day has started.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise, a simple exercise like walking in a park or on a road with greenery or any other place where you can enjoy nature’s beauty will be very helpful.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your bath, massage your self enjoy the aroma of your soap take time and relax.&lt;br /&gt;A simple out of the monotonous job like ironing your shirt or cooking a recipe if done with patience and diligence will improve concentration and give strength to face other rigors of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Playing with children and reliving your childhood will help your craving for mothers care to come alive.&lt;br /&gt;Of course prayer and religious rituals are important.&lt;br /&gt;If you can afford sex have it do it slow and don’t forget the foreplay.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the company of good friends have a healthy talk.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to melodious music or dancing is a very good technique.&lt;br /&gt;Day dreaming is also usefull, when you get time have coffee or ice cream and day dream.&lt;br /&gt;Spend time with parents and relatives care for them it will give you satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t expect too much from yourself, do your job with patience and don’t brain storm too frequently or don’t exert too much physical pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish Kumar Mahalinagam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-7682838545212746055?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/7682838545212746055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=7682838545212746055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/7682838545212746055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/7682838545212746055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/meditation-for-dummies.html' title='Meditation for Dummies'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-3653541942988580466</id><published>2008-08-08T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:11:53.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip to next page</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Flip to the next page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some people underestimated my understanding,&lt;br /&gt;I understand that only a small perverted section of fundamentalists or fanatics or zealots or inhuman creatures are spoiling the goodness of an entire lot of good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t demand peace and harmony at least I can strive for it.&lt;br /&gt;The world needs to get rid of such creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exaggeration was only an attempt to make my opponents understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before drawing inferences please give me a hearing, I have a lot more if you can’t understand still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish Kumar Mahalingam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bamian Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;2. Female genital mutilation.&lt;br /&gt;3. Constraints or partiality on building new places of worship.&lt;br /&gt;4. Human rights partiality.&lt;br /&gt;5. Democracy.&lt;br /&gt;6. Freedom of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reserved Points:&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9……………..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-3653541942988580466?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/3653541942988580466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=3653541942988580466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/3653541942988580466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/3653541942988580466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/flip-to-next-page.html' title='Flip to next page'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-7022476347091143042</id><published>2008-08-08T09:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:10:51.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duty or Love</title><content type='html'>These lines I wrote in the starting hours of the office perplexed on how to start working confused between love and duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept it (my love invitation) for how long do you expect me to wait,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and Waiting I have become tired now,&lt;br /&gt;Caught between my mind and conscience am I,&lt;br /&gt;The mind says leave it, enough of it,&lt;br /&gt;My conscience says don’t betray, (your love)&lt;br /&gt;Caught between you and my job am I,&lt;br /&gt;Do your job says my mind,&lt;br /&gt;First things (love) first says my conscience,&lt;br /&gt;Caught between place and duty am I,&lt;br /&gt;It’s the office says my dutifulness,&lt;br /&gt;No there is no duty greater than the duty of love says my conscience,&lt;br /&gt;Caught between reality and dreams am I,&lt;br /&gt;Reality says there is very little chance,&lt;br /&gt;My dream says your dreams will come true,&lt;br /&gt;Caught between vision and discretion am I,&lt;br /&gt;My Vision shows me on your side,&lt;br /&gt;My discretion shows me that it’s a very feeble possibility,&lt;br /&gt;Caught between firmness and indetermination am I,&lt;br /&gt;Stay firm focus on the task at hand says my presence of mind,&lt;br /&gt;Stay there where you can have the fortune of love says my conscience,&lt;br /&gt;Confused between conscience and heart am I,&lt;br /&gt;Conscience says it’s the mind and heart am I,&lt;br /&gt;Heart says only the heart am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish Kumar Mahalinagam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-7022476347091143042?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/7022476347091143042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=7022476347091143042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/7022476347091143042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/7022476347091143042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/duty-or-love.html' title='Duty or Love'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-1889431850359743746</id><published>2008-08-08T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:09:53.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No to war mongering</title><content type='html'>These lines are crystal clear in the message I would like to send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Indian’s How Do We Become a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Credible Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.       Lets not give into warmongering.&lt;br /&gt;2.       Lets improve our economic status.&lt;br /&gt;3.       Lets educate our children.&lt;br /&gt;4.       Lets improve our military capability just in case war is thrust on us.&lt;br /&gt;5.       Lets improve the divide between village and city (infrastructure, economic zones, schools.. etc)&lt;br /&gt;6.       Lets make a good and stable society.&lt;br /&gt;7.       Let our old live a respectful retirement.&lt;br /&gt;8.       Lets create brands and intellectual assets.&lt;br /&gt;9.       Lets make friends with neighbors and other powers.&lt;br /&gt;10.     Lets venture and compete in technology (space, nuclear energy, medicine, weapons … whatever)&lt;br /&gt;11.     Lets strive for peace and show how good we are in that.&lt;br /&gt;12.     Lets create a history of glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you will see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others seeking greener pastures would want to join us. In being with us they will see security and stability and prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish Kumar Mahalinagam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-1889431850359743746?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/1889431850359743746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=1889431850359743746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/1889431850359743746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/1889431850359743746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-to-war-mongering.html' title='No to war mongering'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-1566901810051228134</id><published>2008-08-08T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:08:58.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another attempt to pacify trouble caused</title><content type='html'>This is one another attempt by me to pacify any trouble I may have caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   * &lt;strong&gt;SILENCE ALL &lt;/strong&gt;*   Part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking scientifically we all have evolved,&lt;br /&gt;Speaking philosophically we have evolved too,&lt;br /&gt;We all have a common ultimate origin,&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have so much trouble in accepting a common ultimate destiny?&lt;br /&gt;To my heaven I want to go says one, no, no to mine only says the other,&lt;br /&gt;We fight for nothing not knowing that we are all kith and kin,&lt;br /&gt;Our faces may be different but our purposes should be for all,&lt;br /&gt;Love of all and respect for all and prayers to the Ultimate All,&lt;br /&gt;It is the white of the sky which splits to a rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;It is in the extensiveness of the dark that the stars shine vibrant each in their own color,&lt;br /&gt;Why I don’t understand we persist in differences,&lt;br /&gt;Differences that tarnish and forsake the very reason of existence,&lt;br /&gt;I am right says one and maims the other,&lt;br /&gt;I ask is it in maiming that one has to see right?&lt;br /&gt;When we have the road of peace to walk upon,&lt;br /&gt;Why I don’t understand we persist in the road of danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me the Bhagavad-Gita , the Holy Bible and the Quran are of equal great esteem and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking at the point of social governance and not religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about a scenario where people with all such beliefs merge and mingle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is happiness and prosperity that I want not fighting and misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each religion may have peculiarities I acknowledge it. That is not what I am against. I want freedom for such peculiarities to persist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then where is my contention?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the place where all such people mix like in a class room a social gathering, a government of a country etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my writings are my personal opinion and I don’t thrust this on any one. I appreciate the pride of having your own personal opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an ordinary person. I may have reacted out of provocation.&lt;br /&gt;Just think how another person in my state would have reacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Hindu and my comments are for local consumption.&lt;br /&gt;Please appreciate that I am a private entity even though I may not have such liberty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is peace that I want I stress peace that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t draw inferences before you give me time to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of live blood I acknowledge. I say it outside the context of a military scenario (don’t misjudge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinions may be ahead of times and may not be relevant now.&lt;br /&gt;My opinion of reality need not be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish Kumar Mahalingam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-1566901810051228134?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/1566901810051228134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=1566901810051228134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/1566901810051228134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/1566901810051228134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-attempt-to-pacify-trouble.html' title='Another attempt to pacify trouble caused'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-5875479841439261662</id><published>2008-08-08T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:05:15.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear not Be a God loving person</title><content type='html'>In these lines I go about telling how fear could be accommodated as a component of &lt;strong&gt;social wellbeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fright or Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we handle fright or fear as a society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instill dignity and self esteem and secular morality (“Secularity at least in place of education” ) and make clear to the individual what is of constructive value and what is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The individual should be made to appreciate patience and responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sense of appreciation of beauty that will result from this will not make the individual a social vandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An individual with such a conditioning will not do or fear doing anything detrimental to the values which he has been taught to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off course we cannot absolutely rule out the stick. But its use should only be secondary and used with constructive discretion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish Kumar Mahalinagam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-5875479841439261662?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/5875479841439261662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=5875479841439261662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/5875479841439261662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/5875479841439261662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/fear-not-be-god-loving-person.html' title='Fear not Be a God loving person'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-9125349045972667739</id><published>2008-08-08T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:58:48.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubt</title><content type='html'>I have a problem of thinking that people laugh at me when they laugh because of their own reason. This is a result of one such laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a joker.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy and make others happy.&lt;br /&gt;I am Safe that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish Kumar Mahalinagam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-9125349045972667739?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/9125349045972667739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=9125349045972667739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/9125349045972667739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/9125349045972667739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/doubt.html' title='Doubt'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-8785902996601336407</id><published>2008-08-08T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:58:00.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was the message I received on my mobile phone and to which I intuitively acted upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Silence All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. History is history it can’t be rewritten.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lets look for a brighter future.&lt;br /&gt;3. Things take time to change an aggressive change can cause unfavorable mutation.&lt;br /&gt;4. You can as an individual pursue change but you can’t make your entire community to agree to it.&lt;br /&gt;5. Even within Great religions there are differences and the proposition that “let my God care for all” should be encouraged.  &lt;br /&gt;6. Affection, love and appreciation of beauty should be encouraged at grass roots level.&lt;br /&gt;7. There is only trouble in raking up negative issues of history.&lt;br /&gt;8. Each individual should appreciate dignity, self esteem and purposefulness, so the individual should be treated that way.&lt;br /&gt;9. There is always room for negotiation weapons deplete life’s purposefulness.&lt;br /&gt;10. World cultures should mingle and the exchange of culture should encourage humanity for there are conflicts not because of God but because of man made differences.&lt;br /&gt;11. When Man makes mistakes he should be corrected and not tarnished to make him do the wrong or worse.&lt;br /&gt;12.  At last mans basic requirements should be met which means creativity is also a basic requirement others you know already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish Kumar Mahalingam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-8785902996601336407?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/8785902996601336407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=8785902996601336407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/8785902996601336407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/8785902996601336407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-was-message-i-received-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-9129617101044681026</id><published>2008-08-08T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:56:39.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is precious</title><content type='html'>This I wrote when I woke up in the morning that I thought I would not see at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that with or without it life should serve its precious purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-9129617101044681026?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/9129617101044681026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=9129617101044681026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/9129617101044681026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/9129617101044681026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-precious.html' title='Life is precious'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-3610222098404530878</id><published>2008-08-08T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:55:20.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Story</title><content type='html'>This is my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;own story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have started from the days of remembrance of my life.&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of lines here that may need explanation.&lt;br /&gt;The home that I mention here is what I disliked as a child but only latter that I realized that my parents were duty bound and gratitude had made them to reside over there.&lt;br /&gt;There is always generation gap that’s culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning before birth I don’t know,&lt;br /&gt;The beginning after that very little I know,&lt;br /&gt;The beginning from the days of remembrance little I know,&lt;br /&gt;            Silent I used to be all curiosity within,&lt;br /&gt;            I remember walking through a street of sand that led to the sea,&lt;br /&gt;            To go to school was I told but I bunked it for fruits of a plant,&lt;br /&gt;            Caught was I.&lt;br /&gt;                        Then came I to a new city a moderate house&lt;br /&gt;                        Good company I found,&lt;br /&gt;                        Taken was I to a home which I could not realize then,&lt;br /&gt;                        I protested but no power was I?&lt;br /&gt;A new chapter a new beginning and experimentation with curiosity,&lt;br /&gt;Taken to a school was I, fascinated by the play things there,&lt;br /&gt;I remember children playing and crying and mothers caring for them,&lt;br /&gt;            Prayer, Music and intermittent sleep was my job,&lt;br /&gt;            Playing and fighting was my hobby,&lt;br /&gt;            I ran behind a brother, who would give me chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;I remember I beat up my friend and on summon I ran,&lt;br /&gt;Caught again was I,&lt;br /&gt;I became the captain of my class and took I to the stick,&lt;br /&gt;Dropped down was I because of overusing the stick,&lt;br /&gt;            Language, Science and Art I observed and appreciated,&lt;br /&gt;On my home front as well as on my job, rigorous was the pressure on me for what I had to become in the future,&lt;br /&gt;Vacation I used to enjoy eating and cuddling and visiting,&lt;br /&gt;Then came I to the sixth grade,&lt;br /&gt;So lovely was my miss I relished the first beating from her,&lt;br /&gt;My friend pinched me I took the matter to my miss,&lt;br /&gt;She rebuked and dismissed me a silly child,&lt;br /&gt;            To become an artist I sought at times,&lt;br /&gt;            To become a scientist I sought at times,&lt;br /&gt;            Of course my experiments with curiosity continued,&lt;br /&gt;The report card I remember made me take exile,&lt;br /&gt;Of course caught was I between exile and signature,&lt;br /&gt;I erased the mark on it once and gave myself a pass,&lt;br /&gt;Caught was I,&lt;br /&gt;Days passed very fast and were much the same after each jump of grade,&lt;br /&gt;I was then inducted as a cadet,&lt;br /&gt;To obey the command in physique and mind was my training,&lt;br /&gt;            I visited a camp, my first venture into outside world,&lt;br /&gt;            ………………&lt;br /&gt;I remember that organ in me took to rigidity,&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know who to ask,&lt;br /&gt;My best knowledge at that time was to keep it a secret,&lt;br /&gt;I continued like that not knowing what it was meant for,&lt;br /&gt;But then consumed by curiosity was I, my experiments used specimens,&lt;br /&gt;Then came a fight and with it guilt,&lt;br /&gt;To end my life I decided,&lt;br /&gt;I knew where I will be rested and wanted to check out,&lt;br /&gt;            With a turbulent mind on a silent night,&lt;br /&gt;            I walked out to the graveyard,&lt;br /&gt;            Took some pictures,&lt;br /&gt;            What can I say about my cleverness, very clever,&lt;br /&gt;Then on a chosen day,&lt;br /&gt;I filled the prescription and had on it my father’s signature,&lt;br /&gt;I took the tablets, had the blade ready,&lt;br /&gt;I even kept the door open to make it easy for them,&lt;br /&gt;But tragedy I slept before I could cut my hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I don’t remember only the pictures showed me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………………….&lt;br /&gt;………………………&lt;br /&gt;…………………………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge understanding I sought again and again and again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each mistake took me towards better understanding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is learnt is a handful of sand and an entire world is there to be learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish Kumar Mahalingam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-3610222098404530878?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/3610222098404530878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=3610222098404530878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/3610222098404530878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/3610222098404530878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-own-story.html' title='My Own Story'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-5643887355290114498</id><published>2008-08-08T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:53:40.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture is not stagnent</title><content type='html'>These lines show my view of what culture could be and is.&lt;br /&gt;History is on my side to justify what I mean in these lines.&lt;br /&gt;I mean no offence here I just throw light on people to respect their tradition and identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that a culture that is stagnant is not culture at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A particular society at a particular (time and place)&lt;br /&gt;(time and place) change -- fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originality is not what I am against.&lt;br /&gt;I want Originality to evolve not convert.&lt;br /&gt;Conversion is a sort of deprivation of originality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not confused between faith and nationalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retain faith in its (true place) pillaiyar Koil and don't confuse with nationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nationality is exclusive of faith it should accomodate Christianity or Islam or Hinduism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-5643887355290114498?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/5643887355290114498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=5643887355290114498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/5643887355290114498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/5643887355290114498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/culture-is-not-stagnent.html' title='Culture is not stagnent'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-2533527954431018445</id><published>2008-08-08T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:51:34.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriotism</title><content type='html'>I have many times thought that I have been deprived of a lot of good things in life.&lt;br /&gt;But at the juncture before I wrote these lines I could see how much a country has contributed to its child.&lt;br /&gt;This is a song of praise to my motherland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunate Am I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunate am I for being born in a great country,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can a country have given me with all the ills it is struggling to eliminate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else in the world is this much complexity handled with efficiency as is in my country,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else in the world is socio economic and democratic progress as fast as in my country,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else in the world is the human resource&lt;br /&gt;which can cope with all this in expert tolerance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else is the natural resource which can support&lt;br /&gt;this much population,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else is the spirit of resilience so great as in my&lt;br /&gt;country when tragedy strikes it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I expect my country to give me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my turn now and that is what I am doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish Kumar Mahalingam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-2533527954431018445?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/2533527954431018445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=2533527954431018445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/2533527954431018445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/2533527954431018445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/patriotism.html' title='Patriotism'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-8356303844804032933</id><published>2008-08-08T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:50:13.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>These lines were written on anger because of insult.&lt;br /&gt;These lines I wrote to cause offence in return to offence.&lt;br /&gt;Please take these lines as an illogical peace of text meant only for insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me all people are equal.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be of some inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;I am just adamant that my personal preferences are taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;I am not adamant about ‘CASTE’ which ails Indian Society.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I’ll take up the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;I want to marry a well educated girl who can take care of me and appreciate my love towards her.&lt;br /&gt;Is my friend Suresh Swaminathan prepared for it?&lt;br /&gt;I mean he too will have personal preferences.&lt;br /&gt;But is he willing to forego ‘CASTE’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must know that in my community that there are a lot of girls that meet the preferences ( Red,Educated,Money ) that I have mentioned. I forego all that for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on  show me a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be explicit because I am a bit of an idiot a tube light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish Kumar Mahalingam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-8356303844804032933?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/8356303844804032933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=8356303844804032933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/8356303844804032933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/8356303844804032933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-7316158591184594577</id><published>2008-08-08T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:49:01.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to expect Result Orientedness</title><content type='html'>This is a letter which I wrote to my manager out of desperation on not doing useful work.&lt;br /&gt;My manager just brushed aside my contention and asked me to work about improving the present scenario. One useful thing I deciphered is the place where one can be result oriented and the place where one can leave it to god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From&lt;br /&gt;Sathish Kumar Mahalingam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sathishkumartrichy@yahoo.com"&gt;sathishkumartrichy@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Velukumar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sub: I would like to take up a role in the new project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intentions are that I want to be result oriented at least in the part where I am governed by the laws of physics.&lt;br /&gt;As far as transcendence to metaphysics is concerned I can accept anything.&lt;br /&gt;I have no contentions in the statements I have made above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My approach is that I want to handle both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that if you permit me to take up a position in the offshore development project there in Kaavian systems, my intentions will be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I will be able to take up challenging positions eventually in the skills that I am best at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please show me a way to purposefulness.&lt;br /&gt;For only there will I find contentment and satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;                        Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Sathish Kumar Mahalingam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-7316158591184594577?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/7316158591184594577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=7316158591184594577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/7316158591184594577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/7316158591184594577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-to-expect-result-orientedness.html' title='Where to expect Result Orientedness'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-5277285206290204032</id><published>2008-08-08T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:47:07.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Description</title><content type='html'>This is my attempt to describe&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I understand such description will be futile but I just gave a try.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That’s the power of Almighty,&lt;br /&gt;There is no shield that the All Pervasive can’t pervade,&lt;br /&gt;There is no atom that the Omnipotent can’t crack,&lt;br /&gt;There is no element that the All Creativity can’t fuse,&lt;br /&gt;There is no lovable that the All Lovable can’t love,&lt;br /&gt;There is no demon that can’t be humbled by the All Humble,&lt;br /&gt;There is no Illusion greater than the All Illusion,&lt;br /&gt;There is no clarity than the All Clarity,&lt;br /&gt;There is no example that can illustrate The All Example,&lt;br /&gt;No words can describe the All Undescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish Kumar Mahalingam.&lt;br /&gt;References – the texts of my religion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-5277285206290204032?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/5277285206290204032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=5277285206290204032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/5277285206290204032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/5277285206290204032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/gods-description.html' title='God&apos;s Description'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-8807704515906487297</id><published>2008-08-08T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:45:16.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power</title><content type='html'>This is a world of alliances.&lt;br /&gt;There are only a few messengers who transcend this boundary.&lt;br /&gt;If their transcendence serves a purpose it should serve the purpose of what we call humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you a very old example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my land in ancient times there were two kings.&lt;br /&gt;One who was powerful and frequently waged war and one who’s weapons were tarnished by use and soaked in blood.&lt;br /&gt;One who was less powerful who was new to war and who’s weapons were oiled and polished and which were mere symbols of  pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances take them to the events which could lead them to war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days poets were held in a position of respect by kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the Tamil poet Avvayar handles the situation of crisis to quell the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She visits the court of the less powerful king and uses a literary form of false praise to convey her message to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says “Oh great king your weapons are new and oiled, edges sharp and garlanded neatly assembled but then your opponents weapons are tarnished by use with blood stains and blunt edges”. May be she said something more and leaves the kings palace with all due respects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war did not happen. This I remember is what my Tamil teacher taught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see how such messengers use ingenuity to serve the purpose of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All praises to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish Kumar Mahalingam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-8807704515906487297?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/8807704515906487297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=8807704515906487297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/8807704515906487297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/8807704515906487297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/power.html' title='Power'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-4062713662588479186</id><published>2008-08-08T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:42:44.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Hope!!!</title><content type='html'>These lines I wrote when I almost &lt;strong&gt;lost hope of my love&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I had been pursuing love with both my mind and heart but at this juncture I put more thrust on my mind so that I could use it to control my heart on the belief that my beloved is married or out of scope of my reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efforts don’t go waste I thought,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to draw inferences,&lt;br /&gt;It was more of my mind though,&lt;br /&gt;And less of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;But now an attempt with all my mind and heart,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you are married,&lt;br /&gt;It is not a question of patience,&lt;br /&gt;But a question of wrong inference and dignity,&lt;br /&gt;I take all the wrong on my part,&lt;br /&gt;And give you your dignity,&lt;br /&gt;To do so was I taught,&lt;br /&gt;To do so is my heart filled intention,&lt;br /&gt;For all the trouble that I have caused,&lt;br /&gt;May I seek forgiveness for,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with all the bang,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my sweet heart,&lt;br /&gt;No trace of guilt anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Too quick to say,&lt;br /&gt;But too strong to deny,&lt;br /&gt;For all that Is happening is all for my good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish Kumar Mahalingam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-4062713662588479186?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/4062713662588479186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=4062713662588479186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/4062713662588479186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/4062713662588479186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-hope.html' title='Lost Hope!!!'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-2156063834296840257</id><published>2008-08-08T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:37:36.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preference and Bias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxnvSXiXRI/AAAAAAAAABs/PXTYDhoOcUU/s1600-h/93media-bias.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232170929179745554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 441px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="292" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxnvSXiXRI/AAAAAAAAABs/PXTYDhoOcUU/s320/93media-bias.gif" width="465" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These lines were written to differentiate &lt;strong&gt;preference and bias&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;These lines show that I am too biased and I too have made justification of my bias.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to stress that such bias is not good but it is something that you have grown up to be accustomed to. I end up with a hope that this bias does not spoil me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Preference Becomes Bias ( a self analysis )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have in my life preferred in many instances to eat chocolate. Do you know what I pick?.&lt;br /&gt;The darkest ( brownest ) and the sweetest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have in my life preferred in many instances to eat an apple. Do you know what I pick? The reddest and roundest of all in the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have in my life preferred in many instances to take tea. Do you know what I have?.&lt;br /&gt;The strongest and best aged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have in my life preferred in many instances to take fruit juice. Do you know what I drink?.&lt;br /&gt;The mildest and the freshest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have in my life preferred in many instances to take rice. Do you know what I have?.&lt;br /&gt;The longest and the leanest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have in my life preferred in many instances to take boiled corn. Do you know what I have?&lt;br /&gt;The toughest (hard to chew Indian variety) and fattest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have in my life preferred in many instances to ……………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chew, taste, swallow and my digestive system absorbs the energy and nutrients. So does my preference and bias do a good job?&lt;br /&gt;Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who contains his preference and bias to what he eats. The one who sees variety in preference and bias. The one who relishes the taste. The one who sees unity in a balanced diet. Who is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish Kumar Mahalingam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-2156063834296840257?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/2156063834296840257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=2156063834296840257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/2156063834296840257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/2156063834296840257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/preference-and-bias.html' title='Preference and Bias'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxnvSXiXRI/AAAAAAAAABs/PXTYDhoOcUU/s72-c/93media-bias.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-9119097994229764943</id><published>2008-08-08T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:32:34.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perversion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxm8b_ZJhI/AAAAAAAAABk/yS4OrfjGrI4/s1600-h/perversion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232170055589504530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxm8b_ZJhI/AAAAAAAAABk/yS4OrfjGrI4/s320/perversion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These lines I wrote in response to what I thought could be the reason for perversion in me.&lt;br /&gt;I started with some background information but deleted it for it was too difficult to take and be appreciated as a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to talk about a WORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby an embodiment of innocence as it may be, compelled by curiosity and means takes the first few steps toward this WORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a breast fed baby would test biting the nipple when it gets its teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it grows its environment shows it how best to put this WORD to use. After all it’s the struggle for the attainment of what it feels it needs. ( A tormented child may seek to torment another child, even in innocence the child may not know that it is doing wrong )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it becomes an adult this WORD becomes essential for it to perform in the process that leads to procreation. ( For some people who may deny it, tell me how to have sex with an undergarment, jean and tea shirt? Even if you do it like that what would you call it? ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now having established that this WORD too is part of the qualities which govern human behavior, lets talk about how to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not put this negatively perceived ( The way you perceive and the way you put it to use it can be a positive quality ) quality to constructive use?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surgeon does not see nudity but nakedness and medical science –&lt;br /&gt;A general does not see destruction but security and military science –&lt;br /&gt;A priest does not see devil but god and religious rituals –&lt;br /&gt;A diver may not seek an endangered species but a common pearl –&lt;br /&gt;A driver may not seek adventure but rules of the road –&lt;br /&gt;A sportsperson may not see aggression but sportsmanship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of my examples I leave the rest to your creative guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course ‘EDUCATION’ in the right way at the right time is essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last this word I acknowledge is ‘&lt;strong&gt;PERVERSION&lt;/strong&gt;’.&lt;br /&gt;SATHISH KUMAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-9119097994229764943?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/9119097994229764943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=9119097994229764943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/9119097994229764943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/9119097994229764943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/perversion.html' title='Perversion'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxm8b_ZJhI/AAAAAAAAABk/yS4OrfjGrI4/s72-c/perversion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-243599010925912086</id><published>2008-08-08T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:30:08.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxmbeoUk-I/AAAAAAAAABc/9P0dbcJ2Sl4/s1600-h/poetry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232169489362359266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxmbeoUk-I/AAAAAAAAABc/9P0dbcJ2Sl4/s320/poetry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a small poem which I wrote in remembrance of my dream girl or lover.&lt;br /&gt;These lines show how I would like her to be a source of inspiration in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear just as a lit candle confuses a fly&lt;br /&gt;So am I&lt;br /&gt;I implore don’t open the window and blow off the candle&lt;br /&gt;Hold the candle open the door and lead me to the garden of brightness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear just as a baby giraffe does not realize its determination to stand&lt;br /&gt;So am I&lt;br /&gt;I implore don’t let me to be preyed upon&lt;br /&gt;Kick me, show me my determination to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear just as a child hesitates to study&lt;br /&gt;So am I&lt;br /&gt;I implore don’t leave me uneducated&lt;br /&gt;Punish me, show me that even I can learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear just as a mountaineer does not see the summit in a storm&lt;br /&gt;So am I&lt;br /&gt;I implore don’t leave me directionless&lt;br /&gt;Throw me the rope, show me that I can climb even in a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear just as a calf does not realize fear&lt;br /&gt;So am I&lt;br /&gt;I implore don’t let me to die&lt;br /&gt;Frighten me, show me that even I can tremble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sathish Kumar Mahalingam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-243599010925912086?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/243599010925912086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=243599010925912086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/243599010925912086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/243599010925912086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/poetry-and-love.html' title='Poetry and Love'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxmbeoUk-I/AAAAAAAAABc/9P0dbcJ2Sl4/s72-c/poetry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-2885999261121783976</id><published>2008-08-08T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:27:53.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxl7RJmpEI/AAAAAAAAABU/nicipw2ukSk/s1600-h/art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232168935988044866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxl7RJmpEI/AAAAAAAAABU/nicipw2ukSk/s320/art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many art forms. The art form that I am mentioning here is the art by which all other arts can be appreciated. This art form is the basis for all higher levels of human development. I have also cited some examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the great arts the greatest is the art of appreciation of beauty, If not for this art there would not have been “civilization nor invention, curiosity nor discovery, generosity nor prudence, courage nor sacrifice, wisdom nor intellect, love nor brotherhood, power nor modesty, all the goodness in this world that we see now”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Examples:&lt;br /&gt;Egypt Indus Valley Aeroplane Fire God Child Columbus Mother Teresa Manmohan Singh Winston Churchill Rani Lakshmibai Chanakya Einstein Shah Jahan VivekanandaNature Mahathma Gandhi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-2885999261121783976?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/2885999261121783976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=2885999261121783976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/2885999261121783976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/2885999261121783976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/artist.html' title='Artist'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxl7RJmpEI/AAAAAAAAABU/nicipw2ukSk/s72-c/art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-1242626432939209628</id><published>2008-08-08T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:25:59.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a struggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxlaIURM6I/AAAAAAAAABM/QaEx-8JRjW8/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232168366681174946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="128" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxlaIURM6I/AAAAAAAAABM/QaEx-8JRjW8/s320/love.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These lines were written in order for the justification I have for pursuing &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; which could be de facto beyond my means.&lt;br /&gt;These lines show how one can derive inspiration and means to pursue his or her desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to the nation of the &lt;strong&gt;Mahathma&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Was it not a ‘great expectation’ at his time that he sought the freedom for his country?.&lt;br /&gt;And what was the means that he employed, was it ever expected?.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever people may want me to expect, &lt;strong&gt;I don’t fear to expect the unexpected&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- SATHISH KUMAR MAHALINGAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my friend for constructive provocation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-1242626432939209628?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/1242626432939209628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=1242626432939209628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/1242626432939209628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/1242626432939209628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-is-struggle.html' title='Love is a struggle'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxlaIURM6I/AAAAAAAAABM/QaEx-8JRjW8/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-6690757011192347692</id><published>2008-08-08T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:22:24.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almighty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxkjWYn_tI/AAAAAAAAABE/LR4_3pcVC1k/s1600-h/galaxy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232167425564737234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="85" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxkjWYn_tI/AAAAAAAAABE/LR4_3pcVC1k/s320/galaxy.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These lines reflect how I see God. I have in these lines depicted God as all caring and all loving. God does not look into differences to accommodate his children in the magnificence of his creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Almighty the Omni potent and All Pervasive in a secular bias less form.&lt;br /&gt;He or She is not the one who demands that I clip my teeth, grow finger nails, cut my toe nails or sport a mustache. He or She is also the one who cares for His or Her children with all such varied beliefs. He or She gives the freedom to represent Him or Her in whatever form that can be perceived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author - My Religion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5878167855972451758-6690757011192347692?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/6690757011192347692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=6690757011192347692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/6690757011192347692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/6690757011192347692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/almighty.html' title='Almighty'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxkjWYn_tI/AAAAAAAAABE/LR4_3pcVC1k/s72-c/galaxy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878167855972451758.post-126926340090857248</id><published>2008-08-08T05:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T06:04:34.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom And Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxD2MqIIJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6NhWeowo5Nc/s1600-h/rose1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232131465487589522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxD2MqIIJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6NhWeowo5Nc/s320/rose1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxDabQn1OI/AAAAAAAAAA0/i79pWAENmdI/s1600-h/buddha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232130988370810082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxDabQn1OI/AAAAAAAAAA0/i79pWAENmdI/s320/buddha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enlightenment &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my letter of clarification to someone of opposite sex who was confusing me. I needed an explanation. And I got it but I was only able to take it factually. I the great depths of my mind even until today I am not able to take this response I got. Whatever be it, it served the cause of furthering my creativity and appreciation of beauty the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarification required. This message is personal and not from an anonymous person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Sathish Kumar Mahalingam. (You would have seen me in office. I have spoken to you in 6 instances)&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the first request I made to you?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explicit request " I like you. Yes sought ". I hope you understand what " I like you " in Tamil means when the request comes from a person of my age to a person of your age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you were engaged. But you have been giving me conflicting signs from which I make assumptions of what could be meant implicitly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that you have no obligations towards me. At this juncture I still request you give me a firm "Affirmation or Negation" (Yes or No). This would relieve me of my confusion and help me make a full stop about the thoughts of a person who could belong to some one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your patience. I apologize for the disturbance that could be caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This message is deliberately composed to be passion and feeling less. In case of an affirmation all efforts will be made to accommodate emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.Sathish Kumar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Response&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am writing this just to clarify things.I have no so called 'feelings' for you. You are just another person whom I meet at my work place. Do keepthis in mind.It's true that I am engaged. But you have nothing todo with it.I did not understand what you meant by "conflictingsigns." It was my mistake that I responded to youpolitely whenever you spoke to me. I just respectedyou for your age.I will not encourage any kind of contact or responsefrom you anymore. If you try to have further contacts with me, myfriends here might have to get involved in this issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From R. Madhu Malar &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/5878167855972451758-126926340090857248?l=philsat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/feeds/126926340090857248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5878167855972451758&amp;postID=126926340090857248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/126926340090857248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5878167855972451758/posts/default/126926340090857248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philsat.blogspot.com/2008/08/wisdom-and-love.html' title='Wisdom And Love'/><author><name>Sathish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06291573998457000561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJsrRvUBAhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yizcrVXLpQg/s1600-R/Picture%2B001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN_l1w1TMEw/SJxD2MqIIJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6NhWeowo5Nc/s72-c/rose1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
