Vishwaas

Phoolon Ka Taaron Ka Sabka Kehna Hai Ek Hazaaron Mein Meri Bhaiyya Hai Saari Umar Hamein Sangg Rehna Hai Phoolon Ka Taaron Ka Sabka Kehna Hai Ek Hazaaron Mein Meri Bhaiyya Hai Saari Umar Hamein Sangg Rehna Hai Phoolon Ka Taaron Ka Sabka Kehna Hai Jabse Meri Aankhon Se Ho Gaye Aap Durr Tabse Saare Jeevan Ke Sapne Hai Choor Jabse Meri Aankhon Se Ho Gaye Aap Durr Tabse Saare Jeevan Ke Sapne Hai Choorr Aankhon Mein Neend Na Mann Mein chehna Hai Ek Hazaaron Mein Meri Bhaiyya Hai Saari Umar Hamein Sangg Rehna Hai Phoolon Ka Taaron Ka Sabka Kehna Hai Dekho Hum Tum Dono theh Ek Daali Ke Phool Mein Na Bhooli Aap Kaise Mujhko Gaye Bhool Dekho Hum Tum Dono theh Ek Daali Ke Phool Mein Na Bhoola Aap Kaise Mujhko Gaye Bhool Aap Meri Paas NAa ab tho durr hogaye Hai Ek Hazaaron Mein Meri bhaiyya Hai Saari Umar Hamein Sangg Rehna Hai Phoolon Ka Taaron Ka Sabka Kehna Hai Jeevan Ke sukhon Se yun baagthe Nahi Hai Aise Mujhe Saaza dehthe Nahi Hai Jeevan Ke sukhon Se yun baagthe Nahi Hai Aise Mujhe Saaza d

Original Phoolon Ka Taaron Ka Sabka Kehna Hai Ek Hazaaron Mein Meri Behna Hai Saari Umar Hamein Sangg Rehna Hai Phoolon Ka Taaron Ka Sabka Kehna Hai Ek Hazaaron Mein Meri Behna Hai Saari Umar Hamein Sangg Rehna Hai Phoolon Ka Taaron Ka Sabka Kehna Hai Jabse Meri Aankhon Se Ho Gayi Tu Durr Tabse Saare Jeevan Ke Sapne Hai Durr Jabse Meri Aankhon Se Ho Gayi Tu Durr Tabse Saare Jeevan Ke Sapne Hai Durr Aankhon Mein Neend Na Mann Mein Kehna Hai Ek Hazaaron Mein Meri Behna Hai Saari Umar Hamein Sangg Rehna Hai Phoolon Ka Taaron Ka Sabka Kehna Hai Dekho Hum Tum Dono Hai Ek Daali Ke Phool Mein Na Bhoola Tu Kaise Mujhko Gayi Bhool Dekho Hum Tum Dono Hai Ek Daali Ke Phool Mein Na Bhoola Tu Kaise Mujhko Gayi Bhool Aa Meri Paas Aa Kehdo Kehna Hai Ek Hazaaron Mein Meri Behna Hai Saari Umar Hamein Sangg Rehna Hai Phoolon Ka Taaron Ka Sabka Kehna Hai Jeevan Ke dukhon Se yun Darte Nahi Hai Aise Bachke Sach Se Guzarte Nahi Hai Jeevan Ke dukhon Se yun Darte Nahi Hai Aise Bachke Sach Se Guzarte Nahi Hai

Sri Rama! Kausalya's endearing son! Wake up, dear! You have to do your day-to-day duties do wake up please. O Govinda, wake up! O Garudadhvaja! Wake up. O Kamalakanta (i.e., the husband of Kamala)! All the three worlds are under your rule, they have to prosper, Wake up, my child. May it be an auspicious dawn (morning) to Thee, O Lakshmi, the Mother of the Worlds, the ever dweller on the chest of Vishnu ( i.e., the enemy of the demons, madhu and Kaitabha), of attractive and divine form, the Mistress and of the nature of granting the desired objects of those seeking refuge! May it be an auspicious dawn to Thee, O Lakshmi of the eyes like the lotus, of a bright face like the Moon, worshipped by the wives of Brahma, Shankara and Indra and a treasure of compassion. You have an endearing attachment to your devotees. Having worshipped the morning twilight (i.e., having said the morning prayer, namely, the sandhyavandana) the seven sages like Arti, bringing the beautiful lotuses from the

Henry David Thoreau says, "If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them. " This is what most of us fail to do. We fail on two counts. One neither is the castle a perfect enough to project our real dream/Vision nor do we ever put efforts enough to start laying foundations for that castle. Building a castle has to be done by an architect cum an engineer. Not in literal terms. As an architect, I know, the technicalities of what exactly is my perception. As an engineer, I know, what it takes to convert that perception into a reality. The far more important point is that, I, as a person, should know that that dream castle of mine is still far ahead of mine. I should start building my foundations (of the right proportion, at the right way with a correct timing) so that reaching my castle is made possible. But the journey does not end there. Life is still a journey. The castle is not my destinati

From IQ to EQ, we have travelled this far. The new Buzzword most of the organisation is speaking about now is SQ- Spiritual Quotient. Lets see what SQ is all about: In today's fast-changing world, materialism and stress have become part of our everyday lives. We are constantly looking for answers: How to live a successful and happy life? One way of finding out answers to this question could be to explore the Spiritual Quotient (SQ), relating to our ability to understand and comprehend the spiritual aspects of life, which, contrary to popular belief, are not necessarily connected to religion. Most of us are familiar with the concept of the Intelligence Quotient (IQ). In the mid ‘90s, Daniel Goleman started talking about EQ or Emotional Quotient. Danah Zoher and Ian Marshal in their recent work SQ: Connecting with our Spiritual Intelligence observe that "While computers have IQ and animals can have EQ, it is essentially an SQ that sets human beings apart". Therefore, for th

Your Failure Quotient by Dr Michael Norwood - A very nice article. The president of my college gave the best speech any luminary ever could have at my graduation. Addressing the hundreds of students, he said that now that we were graduating, our success in life no longer depended on our I.Q., but rather on our F.Q. - our Failure Quotient; how many times we could be knocked down but keep getting back up and slowly moving forward. I don't know if any of my fellow graduates remembered those words, but I never forgot them. I have seen over and over again in my life and in the lives of others how a high F.Q. is the key to success - the one factor that all people of accomplishment have in common. Having a high Failure Quotient is a paradox; we aren't accustomed to equating failure with success. When we think of super-winners or super-successful people - whether they be superstar athletes like Michael Jordan, renowned politicians like Rudy Giuliani, or famed entrepreneurs like Ross Pe

This is about my friend Sreejith. I call him Lord Byron. A nice friend that God gifted me way back during my school days. A Poet by heart. That's the way I wish to remember him. To read his poems, I usually have to use either Oxford dictionary or Roger's Thesaurus to translate that into working English and then try to understand it. He as a poet dates back to William Wordsworth period. It takes some time. But then, I spend time usefully at least. Reading his poems makes me feel as though I am floating back to the ages of our school days. 12 C. We did have a great period those days. Days filled with fun. The name of Sreejith will always bring back - Our game of "Find the song from the humming". Sreejith's fight with Deepthi Raghavan because she teased Dhanya (his younger sister) - That incident made me realise the value of having a brother. His first crush - Krithika. Sri Hari Prashanth's first crush and first display of fear, when that girl's brother was a

I intend to update these freeze moments more often now. If I had a remote control to freeze moments of life and live it to eternity - That's what I call "Freeze Moments". I have had many such in the past. But due to lack of records, I have lost track of them. I no longer intend to do so henceforth. Perhaps these will bring back nostalgic memories back to me years down the lane. On 4th March 2005, We all went to Mahabalipuram and from there to a movie "Mozhi" in mayajaal theatre. Travelling in the car, with the men folk occupying the front seats and women at the back, the air from the open beaches in the ECR road was blowing fresh air in my mind. Though I was down with work pressure, I felt much better going in the air. I was thinking, one of the days, I must travel on that road in a bike or some two wheeler leaving my hair free and trying to hug the air with both my arms. (No Titanic effects - Just the feel of free fresh air through out my body and mind). We wer

I saw the movie "Mozhi". It was a nice one. A story about 2 set of friends. The hero is a musician who falls in love with a dumb and deaf girl. His reaction on realizing she was dumb and deaf - Silence has its own serenity to be enjoyed. There were quiet a number of enjoyable comedy scenes. Nothing vulgar or mushy. The movie was quiet decent. There has been a stiff competition amongst the characters to excel themselves in showing their acting skills. I don't know how to say. I am not sure if the heroine excelled because it was her eyes which spoke every single dialogue to the audience or the hero because he really seemed to live his character. The hero, made his impression in my heart. Compassionate. Even to the girl showing off her love, he is kind enough not to hurt her. To the man who has refused to accept the loss of his only son, he is understanding. At a point when he is depressed, this father-figure comes to him talking about his son's accident as though it ju