<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091721810579299758</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:17:18.396-08:00</updated><category term='h'/><category term='oNE DAY'/><title type='text'>Vijayee bhav</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kusum acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260582651872792548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bw2IG6TuUQ/SfhjhB3CkpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tKH1698O5Bo/S220/zqj6pfj36.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091721810579299758.post-6880432002234455513</id><published>2010-04-28T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:42:27.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEACHINGS OF A FATHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;We never think of parting from our parents. But daughters have to leave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;their parents' house after marraige willingly or unwillingly. But they always keep on remembering their parents, the sweet memories of their life and sometimes visits them whenever required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;It is always enjoyable whenever I visit my parents. Those momemnts always relax me in my busy life. To see the parents, to share the experiences of life with brothers and sisters energies me. I think all my fellow girls feel the same. That is why girls can never forget their 'MAYEKA'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;As long as I know my parents thay had bastowed me with good education, good Sanskar and good family ties. In the month of January 2010, I have lost my father. He was Shastri, a talented Sanskrit teacher of his time and a noble person.  He taught me Sanskrit in such a manner that it became so simple for me.  That is why I love Sanskrit.   I learnd Sanskrit Shlolkas only be hearing, whenever he used to enchant shlokas from Geeta, Durga Shaptshti and many else&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I always remembver him whenever I enchant those shlokas.  This is the Vidya Dhan which my father had rewarded me and this is the greatest thing of my life.  I feel proud on being his daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;When I was a student he used to teach me by giving examples.  One day he told me, "Work hard, it will pay later in your life.  As a person riding on a cycle works hard to reach on the heights but feels relax while decending.  He does not need to paddle hard now.  Likewise, you have to work hard to reach the heights in your life.  Don't waste time either time will spoil your fate."  One day he showed me a bucket full of water in bathroom which was filled by drops droping down from the tap.  He told me. "See the bucket is filled drop by drop.  So you can learn little by little. One day you will have an ocean of knowledge. Saving one by one rupee you will have lots of money.  So don't waste a single moment or single rupee of your hard earned money.  Do your work with great interest and good deeds without expecting reward or appreciation.  Your happiness will be immense if the reward comes to you without your expectations.  Be honest, truthful and trustworthy. Behave in responsible manner.  Always keep your promises.  This will make you a successful person.  Don't make the promises which you can't fulfill. It will harm your self esteem and happiness.  Place the things in the same place from where you have picked them so that you can find them even in darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;There might be ups and downs in life as life never runs smooth so live life as it comes.  Don't run away from your duties and responsibilities, how much bigger they may be.  Face them and try to solve them with best of your knowledge.  God is always with you because He is always with the truthful person.  He alwsys protect His children who are moving on the path of truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;I miss my father a lot.  He made my life so beautiful that I always thank God giving me such a lovely parents like Himself.  Can we do something for our parents.  Yes, if I spread his teachings to my fellows than I  think I have done a little for him.  I miss my father a lot.  I can feel his presence when I visit my parents house. I can hear him calling me by my nick name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;One day I asked him, "Tell me something about yourself."  He told me,"I think, I am the happiest person on this earth.  I am blessed with good children and good life partner.  I have struggled in my life but God has rewarded me for my struggle.  I have no complaint, no regret in my life and I give all my blessings to my children: "Sarve Bhavantu Sukhina Sarve Santu Niramaya, Sarve Bhadrani Pashyatu, Ma Kashchid Dukh Bhag Bhavet." Live life happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Kusum Acharya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7091721810579299758-6880432002234455513?l=kusumacharya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/feeds/6880432002234455513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2010/04/teachings-of-father.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/6880432002234455513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/6880432002234455513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2010/04/teachings-of-father.html' title='TEACHINGS OF A FATHER'/><author><name>kusum acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260582651872792548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bw2IG6TuUQ/SfhjhB3CkpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tKH1698O5Bo/S220/zqj6pfj36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091721810579299758.post-2716752222068528758</id><published>2009-11-05T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:30:19.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Time does not remain the same. It keeps on changing on its own. We feel happiness when the change is according to our desire and become sad when the time is not favourable.  In this way we spent our whole life in the swing of happiness and sorrow.  The changing position of time reminds us that time is flowing like a sream.  As we all know that sorrow and happiness are the two different aspects of the same coin but whenever there is a problem we think how we would get rid of this problem.  The whole life seems a problem.  We feel that I am the most sorroful person in the world. My problem is the biggest one from all others. I have taken birth only to face the problems in life.  At that moment we forget the happiest moments of our life which might have spent through the life. One feels jealous from the person who is leading a happy and peaceful life. Though he knows that with the change of time his problem will also be overcome.  But when he looks someone in problem, he just feels relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;A poor barefooted man was sitting by the roadside and was crying that he had no money  to buy shoes.  Suddenly, he saw a crippled man who was hanging on his creches and was going on his way.  After looking at him the barefooted man thanked God for giving him feet to walk properly.  A shoe hardly matters.  Time will change and he will manage to buy shoes for himself.  One should always thank God for whatever He had bestowed on him because we all are His children and He is our Father and a Father cannot see His children in pain.  He loves all of His children.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Once a man was very sad and was complaing to God, "Earlier, when I used to walk I could see footprints behind my footsteps. I took it that You are with me. But now in my hard time the footprints are missing. Should I think that You are not with me?" He stopped for a while and listened his inner voice,"Son! don't worry, today when you are facing bad time, I am holding you in my hands and the footprints are mine not yours."  God is always with us and protecting us. Have trust in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Swami Vivekanand once said,"We are like silkworms; we make the thread out of our own substance and spin the cocoon and in course of time are imprisoned inside. But this is not forever.  In that cocoon we should develop self-realisation and like butterfly comeout free. Help does not come from outside.  It comes from within ourselves".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;It is necessary not to struggle in life and not to allow negativity to control our life.  We should learn to float in life. 'Let in' the essential and 'let go' the unessential feelings. Be spiritual. Only then we will have trust in God. Spirituality and devotion allows the finer vibration to flow in to our life and help opening the third eye or intuitive power.  We will experience meaningful things in our life.  We will feel protective hands of God blessing us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hamain Raston Ki Zarurat Nahi Hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hamain Tere Paron Ke Nishan Mil Gaye Hai.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Kusum Acharya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7091721810579299758-2716752222068528758?l=kusumacharya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/feeds/2716752222068528758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/11/disha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/2716752222068528758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/2716752222068528758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/11/disha.html' title='DISHA'/><author><name>kusum acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260582651872792548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bw2IG6TuUQ/SfhjhB3CkpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tKH1698O5Bo/S220/zqj6pfj36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091721810579299758.post-4108178169783310371</id><published>2009-08-26T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:59:03.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVE THE PRESENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Moving fast in life, we are missing out the moments of happiness.  At times when we want to be happy, some kind of fear spreads over our minds and spoils the mood, 'KAHIN AISA NA HO JAYE'.  This unknown fear is becoming part of our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It was raining outside.  Weather was very pleasant. People working in the office were enjoying snacks with hot coffee, which was enhancing the enjoyment of the moment. Rain was so heavy that it was pitch dark during the daytime.  People enjoying the weather suddenly became sad thinking how they would go home. Due to heavy rain there would be water logging everywhere.  They would have to face heavy traffic on the road, which would take lot of time to reach home.  A single thought had spoilt the mood of the people. But why? We can do nothing other than facing heavy traffic, so why we are spoiling the enjoyment of the present moment as it is only the present we have in our hands,  neither future nor the past.  So live the present to the fullest. NEVER TROUBLE TROUBLE, TILL TROUBLE TROUBLES YOU. As:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAR   GHARHI   BADAL  RAHI  HAI  ROOP JINDGI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CHHAANV  HAI  KAHIN, KAHIN  HAI  DHOOP JINDGI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAR   PAL   YAHAN   JEE   BHAR   JIYO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;JO  HAI  SAMA   KAL  HO  NA  HO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:6;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:6;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;Kusum Acharya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7091721810579299758-4108178169783310371?l=kusumacharya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/feeds/4108178169783310371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/08/live-present.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/4108178169783310371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/4108178169783310371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/08/live-present.html' title='LIVE THE PRESENT'/><author><name>kusum acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260582651872792548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bw2IG6TuUQ/SfhjhB3CkpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tKH1698O5Bo/S220/zqj6pfj36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091721810579299758.post-3597268630960974798</id><published>2009-05-28T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:33:10.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SWARNA YUGA   (THE GOLDEN PERIOD)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;A famous Hindi authour Munshi Premchand once said, "Ateet Kitna Bhi Dukhad Ho Uski Smritiyan Hmesha Madhur Hoti Hai". Yes, today in the lunch hour we all were discussing our Smritiyan, sweet memories of our past life. It was the Swarna Yuga of our life. My heart was bubbling with energy. I was also remembering my old days. Although we are not unhappy in our life but how we people are calling our past a Swarna Yuga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first chapter of the Swarna Yuga opened when we talked about the kitchen of old days. It was totally different from the modern kitchen. No gas, no pressure cooker. 'Angithi' was used in place of gas.  The way food was cooked was different from the modern food.  All the family members used to sit in the kitchen on floor.  The taste of food was totally different from the food cooked in the pressure cooker.  Dal was cooked in earthen pots on Angithi on slow flame. Though this process was very slow but the taste of dal used to be amazing. No need of spices only desi ghee ka Tadka was enough.  Sometimes tandoor ki roti, chatani, achar enhanced the taste of food.  In summer Namak-Azwain ki roti, lassi and lots of Aam, Bhai Vah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The second chapter of the Swarna Yuga started from entertainment channel.  In the name of entertainment we used to play indoor and outdoor games.  Although we all are from the different states as some are from Haryana, Punjab, Himachal,  and some are from Delhi itself. But most of the indoor and outdoor games were the same.  In the days of Ramlila we used to go for watching Ramlila everyday. That Ramlila was also quite different from the modern days' Ramlila. We used to feel the character as we see it on the stage. If the scene was of Ram Janam, we used to feel that Ram had takan birth in real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The third chapter of the Swarna Yuga was our 'schooling'. How dedicated we were to our stuides, and how we respected our elders and teachers. There was a small garden in my house. I used to do my homework there. In the garden there was a pomegranate tree. I used to talk to that tree and relate to it all my subject after learning. Being a tree, it could not reply my talks but it could make me realise what it wanted to convey me. Now, I am really missing that tree. To me it always looked like my teacher. In return it used to give beautiful and juicy pomegranates for my good health.  At night we used to sleep in the open air instead of cooler or air condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Although in the modern days we all are leading a luxurious life full of amenities, yet we do not have the feeling and satisfaction like the Swarna Yuga.  We feel that we are missing something important in our life. What is that important thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we move speedily, we miss the small things coming on our way. When we look back, we are not able to see the things left behind.  The same thing is happening in our life.  We are running so fast in our life that we are missing the real essence of life, as moving fast is the requirement of the modern world.  Sometimes small things give much happiness, which we could not see while moving fast and we keep on feeling that something is missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But while moving fast, we should not miss one important thing, praying the Almighty.  We should feel His presence in every moment of life, that will give the real happiness in life. As in Shrimad Bhagwad Geeta Krishana had assuared us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANANYASH  CHINTYANTO MAM YE JANA PARYUPASATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TESHAM NITYA ABHIYUKTANAM YOGKSHEMAM WAHAMYAHM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I take care of welfare of those persons who, to the exclusion of all other thoughts, are devoted to me always.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, always remember Him and feel the important thing which we are missing in our life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kusum Acharya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7091721810579299758-3597268630960974798?l=kusumacharya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/feeds/3597268630960974798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/05/swarna-yuga-golden-period.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/3597268630960974798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/3597268630960974798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/05/swarna-yuga-golden-period.html' title='SWARNA YUGA   (THE GOLDEN PERIOD)'/><author><name>kusum acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260582651872792548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bw2IG6TuUQ/SfhjhB3CkpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tKH1698O5Bo/S220/zqj6pfj36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091721810579299758.post-552037083846410729</id><published>2009-05-28T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:06:29.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oNE DAY'/><title type='text'>INFORMATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day I got a pamphlet regarding a doctor who cures the patients by touching them and so many patients are treated by his touch therapy. i read the experiences of the patients who are cured while there was no hope in the medical science.  The pamphlet naming 'Ray of Home' reads like this :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Dr. Mulk Raj Dass is a name synonymous with 'miracle' - the miracle of giving life to the dying, hope to the hopeless and curing the incurable.  a scientist by profession, Dr. Dass has spent 40 years of his life in Germany and it was only a couple of years back that he responded to the call of humanity and came back to his own country to serve his people.  His patients consider him God, who decended on earth to relieve them of their pains and sufferings they have eudured for years".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Address and T.No: Spring View, near Tehri Bus Stand, Tehri Road, Mussoorie, Uttarakhand, India. Ph. 0135-2630759. E-mail &lt;a href="mailto:m_r_dass@yahoo.com"&gt;m_r_dass@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;;  &lt;a href="mailto:mulk@sanchamet.com"&gt;mulk@sanchamet.com&lt;/a&gt; ; &lt;a href="mailto:mulk__dass@hotmail.com"&gt;mulk_dass@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People who are in great need can use this information to get relief from the incurable diseases.  They can get required information on the Tele.No. mentioned above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is published by Purnima Arora: E-mail: &lt;a href="mailto:purnimavidhi@yahoo.com"&gt;purnimavidhi@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It will be really fruitful if someone in need uses this information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kusum Acharya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7091721810579299758-552037083846410729?l=kusumacharya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/feeds/552037083846410729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/05/information.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/552037083846410729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/552037083846410729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/05/information.html' title='INFORMATION'/><author><name>kusum acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260582651872792548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bw2IG6TuUQ/SfhjhB3CkpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tKH1698O5Bo/S220/zqj6pfj36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091721810579299758.post-6848530963239979045</id><published>2009-05-08T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:06:59.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future of A Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A child takes birth in this world, grows up gradually and is sent to school for better future.  As soon as the child takes birth, parents assume responsibility.  They put all their efforts in shaping the future of their child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After infanthood parents make sure to send their children to the best school within their resources, where they would get education for building their career.  Conception of career takes place in the early age of a child.  Parents desire that their child should excel over all other children in the school. Such type of thinking sows the seeds of competitiveness.  So today children are competitive in building their career.  Academic pressure and a sense competition shometimes cause depression in children and sometimes inspire them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have come across such type of parents who think that only Science stream will make their children's career bright.  It is true that to be good in Science and Mathematics will have an edge as compared to other streams.  There are all types of children.  some may be more brilliant, some less in their studies.  The child who is not brilliant in studies does not necessarily mean that the child is not brilliant at all.  He might be brilliant in some other fields like sports or painting or singing or any other fields. so they need not despair.  A child who passes out of a school finds it difficult to select a field.  Parents always remain by their side.  They help them in selecting their field.  They provide them all the required facilities.  I would like to say that the children should not get disheartened.  Just put their industrious efforts in building their career. As a plant has to face so many difficulties before maturing into a tree like standing under the scorching Sun, braving storm and other vagaries of nature, then only it becomes a tree and is able to give fruits, shadow and shelter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Put your best efforts in building your career and never get disheartened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'LKSHAY TO HAR HALL MAIN PANA HA, PAYEGA JO LKSHAY HAI TERA'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kusum Acharya&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/7091721810579299758-6848530963239979045?l=kusumacharya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/feeds/6848530963239979045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/05/future-of-child.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/6848530963239979045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/6848530963239979045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/05/future-of-child.html' title='Future of A Child'/><author><name>kusum acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260582651872792548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bw2IG6TuUQ/SfhjhB3CkpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tKH1698O5Bo/S220/zqj6pfj36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091721810579299758.post-152860403609334579</id><published>2009-05-04T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:34:45.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day I was watching a popular serial 'Shri Krishna', the popular episode of Shri Krishna and Sudama - Krishna's childhood friend.  I felt it very touching. In that episode the way Krishna met his friend Sudama was very emotional.  After listening the name of Sudama, His childhood friend, Krishna ran to see him.  He literally ran and became  impatient for meeting him. I could not even control my tears looking Krishna so impatient for his childhood friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought if a common man will also become so impatient on seeing his childhood friend. My query got the answer day before yesterday. On the way to my house I met a girl in metro rail. She was childhood friend of Pratibha, my niece. I recognized her and took initiative to talk to her. I asked her, "Are you Shobhna"? She said,"Yes I am Shobhna, but sorry! I don't recognize you". I asked, "Do you remember Pratibha"? "Yes, how can I forget her. She is my childhood friend ",  she replied.  "She is my niece,"  I told her. Then she said,"Now I recognize you also". She became happy to see me.  She took Pratibha's mobile no. After a long discussion, she went away as she had to drop at the next station. I kept remembering the  moments, I spent with with Pratibha's friends, years ago.  They always took me as their friend. I dropped at the next station and went my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next day it was Saturday, my holiday. I was busy with my household work. Suddenly I got a call. It was Pratibha. I found that so many bells were ringing in her voice. She was very happy.  She said, "You have done a great job.  You met my friend Shobhna and gave my number.  She had called me and I had a long conversation with her. I have collected mobile numbers of my all other friends. Now I can talk to them anytime.  From the last many years I have not talked to  any of my friends and I was literally impatient to talk and see them. Thanks a lot".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought had I really done a great job, which made Pratibha so happy.  I recalled Krishna-Sudama's childhood friendship and recalled the old Hindi song  "A KASH KAHIN MIL JAYE KOI TO MEET PURANA BACHPAN KA".  Again I couldn't control my tears. I felt that really one can't forget his childhood friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kusum Acharya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7091721810579299758-152860403609334579?l=kusumacharya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/feeds/152860403609334579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/05/childhood-friendship.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/152860403609334579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/152860403609334579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/05/childhood-friendship.html' title='Childhood Friendship'/><author><name>kusum acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260582651872792548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bw2IG6TuUQ/SfhjhB3CkpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tKH1698O5Bo/S220/zqj6pfj36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091721810579299758.post-6615580655185245039</id><published>2009-05-03T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T02:12:58.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be in An Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As everyone has a source of income in his life. Some may have private job, some in banks, institutes, organisations and so may other fields.  There may be a certain type of env ironment in the office, certain type of colleagues and officers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am working in one of the office of the Ministry of Home Affairs as PA.  A few months ago I have joined a new office.  In this office, there is a room for PAs. When I went to sit in that room, I found that this room is not meant for me as anyone can come in this room, sit and talk like a free zone. As I am a calm and quite person, doing its own work and sitting in a corner, with a book in hands, collecting beautiful thoughts and writing some articles in spare time.  But here, oh my God! I could not even think of doing work.  How I woould sit the whole day here was really a big question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After one week I came to know that someone who joins this PAs lobby have to give party which is called introductory party. After that he would be the member of this lobby.  It seemed difficult to arrange lunch for such a big lobby.  But rule is rule. Anyone who has come to sit here has to follow the rule.  And the lunch was decided for the next day. It was declared, "Tomorrow, no one will bring lunch". Next day people were relishing the lunch.  So the lunch was over.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soon I became familiar with the environment.  People's birthdays, anniversaries and wearing new dresses are being celebrated here. I found that these people were so cooperative and helpful that no one could face any kind of diffculty whether it is official or personal as it may be some technical work or somone's child's admission.  Everyone come close to that person to help him. But one thing which is very common in this room is celebrating parties with Smosas, Pakoras and Patties.  Anyone can raise his voice that from so many days there is no party.  Who is going to order the Smosas.  Then someone will happily open his purse and order for Smosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A major part of the day, we spent in the office. So environment in the office should be according to us as the things happening their leaves an indelible impression upon our mind.  Time is running very fast and so we are. So the moments spent happily in the office will become memories for our retired life.  After completion of sevice these memories will remin fresh in our heart. When we will recall it, we will  sitting in that environment. So to be in an office and having good and healthy time with our colleagues is really memorable thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kusum Acharya&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/7091721810579299758-6615580655185245039?l=kusumacharya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/feeds/6615580655185245039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-be-in-office.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/6615580655185245039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/6615580655185245039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-be-in-office.html' title='To Be in An Office'/><author><name>kusum acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260582651872792548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bw2IG6TuUQ/SfhjhB3CkpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tKH1698O5Bo/S220/zqj6pfj36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091721810579299758.post-9048443288651503921</id><published>2009-05-01T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:29:29.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='h'/><title type='text'>MEMORABLE MOMENTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How much we understand the relations and how much respect we pay to our relations is the call of the time.  Today people are so busy that they have no time to understand the relations and say 'KYA KARE, TIME NAHI HAI'. Parents have no time for their children and children have no time for their parents.  What to say about other relations in the family?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today in the morning when I was coming to the office, a boy came running after me calling me 'BUA'. I turned back and looked that it was Manu, my nephew.  He told me, "I was going to the office in autorickshaw, I saw you on the way. I stopped the autorickshaw and came to see you so that 'MERA AAJ KA DIN ACHA BITE' .  I was so happy and was surprised to see him there.  I hugged him and blessed him a lot. May God fulfill all his wishes. He is really an affectionate child. He went away leaving tears of love in my eyes. He spent only two or three minutes with me but it filled my heart  with joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I thought it is true that we have no time, even then we have to grab the moments from the busy schedule for our dear ones for a memorable life. One day when we will free from all our duties and responsibilities then we will live only by our sweet moments, which we have spent with  our dear ones, that will fill our heart with lots of energy.  It will be the real wealth of our life that we have earned through our life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Try to understand and give respect to the relations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kusum Acharya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7091721810579299758-9048443288651503921?l=kusumacharya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/feeds/9048443288651503921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorable-moments.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/9048443288651503921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/9048443288651503921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorable-moments.html' title='MEMORABLE MOMENTS'/><author><name>kusum acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260582651872792548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bw2IG6TuUQ/SfhjhB3CkpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tKH1698O5Bo/S220/zqj6pfj36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091721810579299758.post-4485150160870497345</id><published>2009-04-29T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:29:45.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing in Disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Things happen in our life beyond our thinking. We think about one thing but the other happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Today my friends and I was recalling our old days that how the parents were particular to discipline their children.  They would have never tolerated any kind of nuisance from their children.  We had to come back to our house early and could never go anywhere without their knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One of my friends was telling that one day his brother had to go with his friend for some important work but could not inform his parents well in time.  But he was quite terrified about not telling his whereabouts to them.  She told that when he came back, he fould that his father is very angry.  He hurridly hides himself in the bathroom.  His father went in the bathroom and wanted to punish him.  Her brother found that some expensive crockery was lying there. Perhaps mother had put it there to wash it separately so it could not be broken. When father came near to him to punish him, he instantly picked the expensive crockery in his hands to protect himself.  Father could not go near him so that the crockery might not be broken into pieces. The "Crockery became CAVACH" for him. Father laughed at his presence of mind.  He hugged him and was very happy on his prompt action.  So the crockery lying there proved Blessing in Disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kusum Acharya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7091721810579299758-4485150160870497345?l=kusumacharya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/feeds/4485150160870497345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/04/blessing-in-disguise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/4485150160870497345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/4485150160870497345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/04/blessing-in-disguise.html' title='Blessing in Disguise'/><author><name>kusum acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260582651872792548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bw2IG6TuUQ/SfhjhB3CkpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tKH1698O5Bo/S220/zqj6pfj36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091721810579299758.post-6998448521601201223</id><published>2009-04-29T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:10:01.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What About Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What can we  say about  life? Do we think it is in our hands, it moves as we move it, it works as we plan or it is as smooth as we think about it.  But I think, life is beyond our thinking. Sometimes it works as we plan but sometimes  we fail to work as we plan. So how can we say we are the master of our life.  Then who is the master of our life and whose directions our life follows. Can we discover it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One day I started my journey towards my house from office and thought I would reach within an hour and it took me three hours to reach.  How could it happen? Who took my two hours. I was very anxious to reach home early. Due to some technical problem in the Metro Rail system I was held up in the midway towards my home. We will call it  '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;circumstances&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From the above it is proved that I was in the hands of circumstances. We work as the circumstances allow us.  We can't change the circumstances. Nobody can dare to think of changing the circumstances.  We have only to bear it.  This is just an example that life has its own calculation, its own mathematics which is beyond our wisdom and whereas we thnik, we are the master of our own life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Who creates the Circusmstances?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There is a Supreme Power who governs this universe whom we can say 'God'.  When the cirumstances are unfavourable, we pray Him to change them.  We continuously call Him. 'Oh God! please help'. And we think 'His' hands will come to protect us. Once a man asks God that in good time he looks foot prints behind him. It were 'Yours'.  I know you are always with me.  But in my bad time I see there were no foot prints.  Hence you have left me alone in my bad time. God tells him affectionately, 'Son! I am always with you. In your bad time you are in my lap. The foot prints are mine'  It is a universal truth that we are alway under someone's protection.  He is protecting us in some way or the other.  But it is our ignorance that we are surviving on our own. Because we think we are the master of our own life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And how much we know about our life? We would say that I am such and such person, and doing this and that thnig. I like this and that thing but how much we actually know ourselves. We only look at our merits and do not look at demerits.  So how our life would be balanced.  How our ANTAHKARN   would be cleared so long as we do not think about our demerits.  How our conscious would be transparent.  How we could be honest to ourselves. When we are not honest to our own self we can't be honest to the society which gives us identification of a kind of human being.  How much we believe in the Supreme Power.  Do we think that we are the puppet of His hands.  We move as He will move us.  Likewise He creates the circumstances as we are the puppet of his hands.  We should concentrate on our duties only, whatever the result may be. Once in Geeta God had clearly declared "KARMANAYVADHIKARSTE MA FLASHU KDACHAN" .  And we think we are the master of our own life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do the best and keep the rest to the Supreme Power because it is God only who is the master of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kusum Acharya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7091721810579299758-6998448521601201223?l=kusumacharya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/feeds/6998448521601201223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-about-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/6998448521601201223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/6998448521601201223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-about-life.html' title='What About Life'/><author><name>kusum acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260582651872792548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bw2IG6TuUQ/SfhjhB3CkpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tKH1698O5Bo/S220/zqj6pfj36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091721810579299758.post-2476473243935433559</id><published>2009-04-27T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:14:44.242-07:00</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/7091721810579299758-2476473243935433559?l=kusumacharya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/feeds/2476473243935433559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/2476473243935433559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7091721810579299758/posts/default/2476473243935433559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kusumacharya.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kusum acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260582651872792548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bw2IG6TuUQ/SfhjhB3CkpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tKH1698O5Bo/S220/zqj6pfj36.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
