Saturday, December 31, 2005

happy aniversary kabir and aishwarya

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happy new years eve december 31st

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The art of Dinh Q. Le

This Vietnamese American artist’s work is exhibited at the Asia Society in NYC. Asiasociety.org
Dinh Q. Le was born in a small village in Vietnam on the Cambodian border, immigrated with his family to the U.S. via Thailand and later returned to Vietnam, where he has lived for nearly ten years.

His work is very powerful, he uses the effects and consequences of the war in Vietnam as the starting point of his art. At the entrance are a series of sculptures called Lotus Land, which have images of children that were conjoined twins coming out of a lotus. This was in reference to the effects of agent orange that had been sprayed in Vietnam from 1961-1971. The conjoined twins that were born in Vietnam were a symbol of thedevastation of the war, but then some villagers started treating these children as symbols of good luck. The artist was showing how some thing that is defective can be reinterpreted as a positive depending on your perception of it. On the left breast of the twins, were the names of the company that had prepared the herbicide, Monsanto and Dow Chemicals.

Defective gene was another exhibit, which had mini images of the conjoined twins, little two inch dolls. Dinh Q. Le included a series of pacifiers that had two nipples, and clothes that had two hoddies. Looking at these images was disturbing, what people do to other hurt people for effects that last generations.

Another exhibit was a woven curtain of photographs and notes from the war. You could look at the exhibit from both sides. On each side their was an image in black& white of a Vietnamese person, and then a note written behind the photograph. Some the notes described how family members were tortured, abused, beaten and killed.

On a more cheerful note their were some tourist posters that had scenes of enticing blue water, golden sands and clear skies, and written on that poster were the words welcome to My Lai. This was the site of the My Lai Massacre of 1968, where over 300 unarmed south Vietnamese people were massacred by the Charlie Company 11th brigade, American division.

Another tourist poster had a red background with young Vietnamese women going to work, and the white lettering spelt out

so sorry to hear that you are still not over us.
come back to vietnam for closure!


http://www.photography-now.com/artists/K09342.html

angad farid singh

welcome to the world..happy new year
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Wednesday, December 28, 2005

do not ask me now beloved

Mujh se paih’li si muhabbat meri maihbub na mang
Mujh se paihli si muhabbat meri maihbub na mang
Main ne samjha tha ki tu hai to darakh shan hai hayat
Tira gham hai to gham-e-daihr ka jhagra kya hai
Teri surat se hai alam men baharon ko sabat
Tiri ankhon ke siwa duniya men rakha kya hai
Tu jo mil jae to taqdir nigun ho jae
Yun na tha, main ne faqat chaha tha yun ho jae
Awr bhi dukh hai zamane men muhabbat je siwa
Rahaten awr bhi hain wasl ki rahat ke siwa
Anginat sadiyon ke tarik bihimana tilism
Resham-o-atlas-o-kamkhwab men bunwae hue
Jas-ba-ja bikte hue kucha-o-bazar men jism
Khak men lithre hue, khun men nahan hue

Don’t ask me now, beloved
Don’t ask me now, Beloved, for that love of other days
When I thought since you were, life would always scintillate
That love’s pain being mine, the world’s pain I would despise.
That your beauty lastingness to the spring would donate,
that nothing in the world was of worth but your eyes;
were you to be mine, fate would bow before me.

It was not so; it was only my wish that it were so;
other pains exist than those that love brings,
other joys than those of lovers’ mingling.
Dark fearful talismans, come down the centuries,
woven in silk and damask and cloth of gold;
Bodies that everywhere in streets are sold
Covered with dust, all their wounds bleeding.

Bodies that have passed through the furnace of ills
With putrid ulcers which their humours spill.
How can I turn my eyes sometimes that way?
Your beauty is still ravishing, what can I say?
Other pains exist than those that love brings,
Other joys than those of lovers mingling.
Don’t ask me, now, beloved, for that love of other days.

Faiz Ahmed Faiz (1911-1984) was a Pakistani Poet. He used ancient forms of poetry like qawwali and geet to convey his message of humanism, with reference to caste, color and creed. He was often imprisoned in Pakistan for his views, and spent many years in exile. He is credited with inventing the modern urdu love poetry.

From 100 Poems by Faiz Ahmed Faiz translated from the original urdu by Sarvat Rahman

Ani Tenzin Palmo & Mariana Caplan

There is no one on this earth who is not looking for God Hafiz
Mariana Caplan
http://www.realspirituality.com/purpose.html
author of the following books that I read this year..
1. The way of failure: winning through losing Hohm press Arizona 2001
2. Halfway up the mountain: the error of premature claims to enlightenment
3. Do you need a guru? Understanding the student-teacher relationship in an era of false prophets Thorsons London 2002
All three of the books are very well written, clear, lucid and thought provoking. The thesis of the first book the way of failure is that - failure should be seen as a positive experience. Just because your perception of success was not realized, does not mean anything. Often because you did not "succeed" you found insight, experience and wisdom, which is much more profound than success.
Failure challenged one to look for other options, which often leads to more compassion for others who are in similar circumstances. She related experiences of failures of love, happiness, suffering, pain, projections and expectations, leading to higher spiritual developments.
Half way up the mountain and Do you need a guru has some similarities in content and were often overlapping with each other.
In do you need a guru, the author used a lot of interviews by spiritual teachers who had experienced many of the dilemmas the author faced looking for the right guru. Chapter two and three were interesting to me. Here she discusses building a working model of a relationship- basic sanity, conscious relationship to power dynamics and mutual trust and surrender. And in chapter three she spoke about using discrimination when deciding on a teacher. Her theory is that conscious discipleship is essential so that the guru and student are in a aware relationship that requires complete participation, to guide the student to their highest potential.
I heard about the author when I went to a talk by English Buddhist nun, Ani Tenzin Palmo about two years ago, in New York.. More about Ani Tenzin Palmo at tenzinpalmo.com
Ani Tenzin Palmo, is establishing a nunnery for Tibetan and others Buddhist nuns in Tashi Jong in the Kangra Valley, Himachal Pradesh in North India. She is an inspirational women, who lived in a cave mediating for a twelve years.
She has worked hard to make it easier for women to access knowledge of Tibetan Buddhist teachings. She teaches in a very compassionate and honest way. She is a humorous and down to earth, making complex teachings simple and relevant in our lives.
She has written one book called reflections on a mountain lake teachings on practical Buddhism
and a biography of her has been written by Vicki Mackenzie Cave in the snow: Tenzin Palmo’s quest for enlightenment.
Annila belongs to the Kagyupa school of Tibetan Buddhism. In Tibetan Buddhism there are 4 traditions the Nyingmapa, the Sakhyapa, the Kagyupa and the Gelupga.
In her book she discusses the two forms of mediation practise in Buddhism- Shamatha and Vipashyana. Shamatha means to calm the mind, and Vipashyana means to look into the mind. Once that can happen then we can became aware of what’s going on inside and outside of the mind and have clarity and insight. She also talks about the practise of Tonglen which is giving and taking. This practise is taking in someone else’s pain and giving out your own positive energy.
I heard a story growing up, that a son had fallen very sick, the father was praying at the sons bed and he asked God, please give me my sons sickness and let him be well. A few days later the son got well and the father passed away.

gurgaon butterfly

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lakshmi and hanuman

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delhi staircases

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pink champas

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nimbu pani

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flowers bouganvillea

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and more clothes

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clothes

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cycle

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great great grandmother spinning cotton

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diwali

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snow mountains in the distance

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lanterns on a cold night

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hanuman mandir

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connections

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delhi walls

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shave anyone

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delhis city life

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himalayan sunset

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r.i.p. Gurbaj Singh

horrible death of taxi cab driver Gurbaj Singh in queens New York december 27th. He was the sole breadwinner of his family in india, he is survived by his wife and two sons. His wife and sons need to get visas to come to the US so that they can give him a proper funeral according to sikh rites.

See the report on newsday below
http://www.nynewsday.com/news/local/transportation/nyc-cab1227,0,4851092.story?coll=nyc-homepage-breakingheadlines

sikh man

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gurdwara exterior

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satnam

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The plight of the Bakherwals