It's tough to play "God".......

Yes it’s been close to 2 months since I visited and wrote a new blog on this site. There are many times in life that you consistently have something in your “To do” list and maintain it that way without a reason and writing blog was one such item for me for the last 2 months. I am surprised to find out that there were few anxious enquiries as to why have not I blogged. I categorize them as people who are so troubled by me and can’t live without the pain I inflict on them…

I am just back from my annual haj - a visit to “Tirupathi” which is still lingering in my mind positively. Few notable observations & experiences:

Vacation time and the visitor traffic are expected to be very high and there are no surprises in that. But the crowd which I mostly saw is in their teens that represented the maximum %. The next in the category was the recently married category with a young kid. The predominant belief that younger generation is moving away from religion, rituals and religious places seems to be a myth. Yes they may be there to request or bribe the lord for better marks in exams or for a better future. But the reason does not matter. The trend of younger generation thronging the temples is not just limited to few famous temples like tirupathi but across the spectrum. So, bhakthi is growing and not diminishing.

I was lucky to have a friend who managed to arrange this trip at a short notice and we wanted to walk up the hill. We started our climb at midnight. I was surprised to find that large % of people are also climbing up at that time most of them with a bag (shoulder pack) or with their kids. Kudos to their drive as I can see that by their appearance they are going to take a general queue or a least paid ticket for which the waiting time ranges between 8 hours to 20 hours. There were a few who were applying haldi and saffron to each and every step. So just imagine that people climbing up carrying babies / bags that would weigh anywhere between 5 kgs to 10 kgs, wait in a line for more than 10 hours to have a glimpse for about 30 seconds or less. Amazing levels of energy & drive displayed and you can call it bhakthi, faith, superstition anything… it gives me goose pimples even now if I think about them.

But most important of it all is the fact that I with my single pack abs managed to climb up almost at the same duration as I did in my previous years, which essentially conveys that my stamina levels have not gone down drastically. My delusions of falling stamina levels have been pleasantly broken.

Tirumala is not a place where you plan and visit for a darshan at your will but I strongly believe that Lord has to call you and remind you that your visit is due. This time too it has happened in the same way.

Just as we were reaching the top of the hill at about 2.30AM we could hear “Venkateswara Suprabatham” played in the temple premise for the lord to wake up. Its then I realized that how difficult it is to play god if we stupid humans make it a point to wake him up at about 3 AM in the morning every day. I can be awake till 3 AM in the morning without sleeping the whole night but can’t allow some one to wake me up at 3AM in the morning…. Not for half of this world.

It’s tough to play “god”…

Finally this visit is a fine blend of stamina test with a 3 hour trek, weight reduction program for the heavy heart and a mild sedative for the restless mind. Guess i have reset my sin counter which allows me to commit more...... :)

Yours religiously

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Few gems which i picked up in the last few days...

Disclaimer: Its absolutely unadultered with my thoughts. I picked up these gems in the last few days and wanted to share them...From Kahlil Gibran's "Sand and Foam".

Only once have I been made mute.
It was when a man asked me, “Who are you”?
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Remembrance is a form of meeting
Forgetfulness is a form of freedom
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Strange, the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain.
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There is a space between man’s imagination and attainment that only be traversed by longing.
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Our mind is a sponge and out heart is a stream
Is it not strange that most of us choose sucking rather than running?
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Every seed is a longing
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Now lets play hide and seek
Should you hide in my heart
It would not be difficult to find you
But should you hide behind your shell
Then it would be useless for any one to seek you.
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Trees are the poems that earth writes upon the sky
We fell them down and turn them into paper
That we may record our emptiness
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Lovers embrace that which is between them than each other.
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Generosity is not in giving me that
Which I need more than you do,
But in giving me that
Which you need more than I do.
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You often borrow from tomorrow to pay our debts of yesterdays.
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Should we confess our sins to one another
We would all laugh at one another
For lack of originality
Should we all reveal our virtues
We would also laugh for the same cause
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If the other person laughs at you, you can pity him
But if you laugh at him you may never forgive yourself
If the other person injures you, you may forget his injury
But if you injure him you will always remember
In truth the other person is your most sensitive self
Given another body
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The silence of the envious is too noisy.
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When you reach the end of what you should know
You will be at the beginning of what you should sense…

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Shall add more...

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My first time...

Disclaimer: You would have read something similar in the email, some time back. So with a thanks to the original writer who gave us ver1.0, consider this as ver 2.0. I can't tell you what its about, but never jump to conclusions till you read it fully. If you are born and brought up in urban centers, then you are still waiting for your first time.

Beware, many times such "items" act as mirrors to our own thinking process ;). What i can bet is that you just can't read this just once!

Enjoy this and have a great weekend...


It was a hard day’s work
Didn’t realize it is so dark
A beast that she is,
At a flash of her thought
And a thought of the act
As I chuckled to myself
My stress greatly unbuckled

Till half past nine
The evening was fine
I was tasting wine
Her toes drawing random lines

The sky wasn't dark
But I had my mark
The moon was high
All alone just her and I

Her hair so dark
Her skin so soft
Her eyes so blue
I think she knew what I am going to do

Her lips so moist
Her eyes on her calf
Her legs so fine
My fingers ran down her spine

I didn't know how
Yet I decided its now
Slowly I tried my best
To place my hand on her breast

I wasn’t sure
Had I managed to lure
My lips so dry and
My fast beating heart
She took her time yet slowly
She spread her legs apart

The moon went into hiding
As the clouds came to my rescue
My hand went into a sliding
As her soft moans gave me cue

As she felt no shame,
For this,
No excuses are lame
Deep inside feeling a flame
I was ready for the game
As there is no one to blame
After a little while
Slowly & steadily all the white stuff came

Beads of perspiration
A sigh of satisfaction
A sense of levitation with
A sense of accomplishment
As I heard a energetic mow
I gathered happily myself slow
Thinking its all over now,






My first time..... milking a cow!


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