Kindness Pays

INDNESS PAYS........ One stormy night an elderly man and his wife entered the lobby of a small hotel in Philadelphia, USA trying to get out of the rain. They approached the front desk in order to get some shelter for the night. “Could you possibly give us a room here?” – the husband asked. The clerk gave a broad smile , looked at the couple and explained that it was unfortunate that there were three simultaneous conventions in town. “All of our rooms are taken,” the clerk said. “ But I can’t send a nice couple like you out into the rain at one o’clock in the morning. Would you perhaps be willing to sleep in my room? It’s not exactly a suite, but it will be good enough to make you folks comfortable for the night.” When the couple declined, the young man insisted . “Don’t worry about me, I shall be fine.” the clerk told them. So the couple agreed. As he paid his bill the next morning, the elderly man appreciated the kindness of the clerk and said to the clerk, “You deserve to be the kind of manager who should be the boss of the best hotel in town. Maybe someday I’ll build one for you.” The clerk looked at them and smiled. The three of them had a good laugh. As they drove away, the elderly couple agreed that the helpful clerk was indeed an exceptional manager. Two years passed. The clerk had almost forgotten the incident when he received a letter from the old man. It recalled that stormy night and enclosed a round-trip ticket to New York, asking the young man to pay them a visit. The old man met him in New York, and led him to the corner of Fifth Avenue and 34th Street. He then pointed to a great new building there, a pale reddish stone, with imposing elevation and watchtowers thrusting up to the sky. “That,” said the older man, “is the hotel I have just built for you to manage.” “You must be joking.” – the young man said. “I can assure you I am not.” – said the older man, a sly smile playing around his mouth. The older man’s name was William Waldorf-Aster, and that magnificent structure was the original Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. The young clerk who became its first manager was George C. Boldt. This young clerk never foresaw that a single act of kindness would catapult him to become manager of one of the world’s most glamorous hotels. Be kind to everybody. It will enrich you multi fold in the long run. One stormy night an elderly man and his wife entered the lobby of a small hotel in Philadelphia, USA trying to get out of the rain. They approached the front desk in order to get some shelter for the night. “Could you possibly give us a room here?” – the husband asked. The clerk gave a broad smile , looked at the couple and explained that it was unfortunate that there were three simultaneous conventions in town. “All of our rooms are taken,” the clerk said. “ But I can’t send a nice couple like you out into the rain at one o’clock in the morning. Would you perhaps be willing to sleep in my room? It’s not exactly a suite, but it will be good enough to make you folks comfortable for the night.” When the couple declined, the young man insisted . “Don’t worry about me, I shall be fine.” the clerk told them. So the couple agreed. As he paid his bill the next morning, the elderly man appreciated the kindness of the clerk and said to the clerk, “You deserve to be the kind of manager who should be the boss of the best hotel in town. Maybe someday I’ll build one for you.” The clerk looked at them and smiled. The three of them had a good laugh. As they drove away, the elderly couple agreed that the helpful clerk was indeed an exceptional manager. Two years passed. The clerk had almost forgotten the incident when he received a letter from the old man. It recalled that stormy night and enclosed a round-trip ticket to New York, asking the young man to pay them a visit. The old man met him in New York, and led him to the corner of Fifth Avenue and 34th Street. He then pointed to a great new building there, a pale reddish stone, with imposing elevation and watchtowers thrusting up to the sky. “That,” said the older man, “is the hotel I have just built for you to manage.” “You must be joking.” – the young man said. “I can assure you I am not.” – said the older man, a sly smile playing around his mouth. The older man’s name was William Waldorf-Aster, and that magnificent structure was the original Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. The young clerk who became its first manager was George C. Boldt. This young clerk never foresaw that a single act of kindness would catapult him to become manager of one of the world’s most glamorous hotels. Be kind to everybody. It will enrich you multi fold in the long run.

Why didn't Kansha (Krisna's uncle) simply keep Vasudeva and Devaki separate

Why didn't Kansha (Krisna's uncle) simply keep Vasudeva and Devaki separate so that they could not stay together and thus no child would be born? There are 5 reasons. Reason 1: Kansa wanted to prove Aakashvani, that said Devaki's 8th son will kill him, was wrong. So he kept Devaki and Vasudeva in the same prison cell. Reason 2: Kansa thought it is easy to kill the 8th son on the day he is born. He totally underestimated Lord Vishnu. Reason 3: Kansa thought once the 8th son is dead, he can live rest of his life with a peace of mind. No wonder why he killed the first 6 kids of Devaki. Reason 4: Separating Vasudeva and Devaki would send a message among common people that Kansa is scared of a kid that is not even born. Ego issues, you know. Reason 5: If Kansa separated Devaki and Vasudeva, then Devaki would not become pregnant in the first place. And there would be no 8th son. This would prove Aakashvani wrong. And Aakashvani is never wrong. In short, destiny found its way.

FOOL’S GOLD

Good Morning!!! FOOL’S GOLD Around the Year with Emmet Fox November 28 In mining country, one comes across a valueless substance that is so like gold ore that inexperienced people cannot always tell the difference. This is called Fool’s Gold, and many a young prospector has wasted much time and hard work before discovering that he has been deceived by the spurious article. Old timers used to say to the tenderfoot: “When you think you have found gold you probably have not; but when you do find it, you will know it for certain.” So, it is with the prospectors on the mountain range that we call life. There are many kinds of fools’ gold to be found, but when you meet the genuine article you will have no doubt in your mind. The true gold will give you a sense of peace and poise, a sense of freedom and power because you will no longer be in bondage to passing material things. It will set you free from much of the tyranny of time and space beliefs. The true gold is that sense of the Presence of God with us, to obtain which is the object of this life. “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights” James 1:17

*Dangers of flying into Volcanic Ash*

*Dangers of flying into Volcanic Ash* On the night of June 24, 1982, British Airways Flight 9 floated high above the Indian Ocean. A Boeing 747 carrying 263 passengers, gliding peacefully through clear skies. The world below was silent and dark, and inside the cabin, most people were asleep. In the cockpit, Captain Eric Moody and his crew enjoyed a calm, uneventful flight. Then something strange began to happen. A soft blue glow appeared on the edges of the cockpit windows. At first it looked like harmless static, almost beautiful. St Elmos fire, they thought. But then the glow grew brighter, crawling across the glass like electric fingers. Out on the wings, shimmering sparks trailed behind the aircraft as if the giant jet had dipped its wings in fire. The crew exchanged uneasy glances. They had thousands of hours of flying experience. They had seen storms, turbulence, and unusual weather. But nothing like this. Then the first engine failed. Engine four wound down with a low, sickening sound. Before they could react, engine two followed. Then engine one. Then engine three. In less than ninety seconds, every engine on the 747 shut down. The aircraft became a silent glider, falling through the night from thirty seven thousand feet. In the cabin, passengers watched sparks dance outside the windows. Oxygen masks dropped. Smoke filled the aisles. The calm night had turned into a nightmare. Some people cried. Some prayed. Some wrote final messages to their loved ones. Then the intercom crackled. Captain Moody spoke with the calmness of someone announcing turbulence. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We have a small problem. All four engines have stopped. We are doing our best to get them going again. I trust you are not in too much distress.” A small problem. All four engines gone. Seven miles above the ocean. It was more than calmness. It was quiet, steady leadership when panic could have taken over. Meanwhile, in the cockpit, chaos and determination mixed together. The co pilot’s oxygen mask broke, leaving him gasping for air. Moody descended quickly, trading altitude for breathable air to save his colleague. The flight engineer scrambled through engine restart procedures, while the first officer tried to coordinate with Jakarta control. They attempted to restart the engines again and again. Nothing happened. The aircraft continued to fall. Fifteen thousand feet. Fourteen. Thirteen. Somewhere below lay the mountains of Java, invisible in the darkness. Just when hope felt thin, engine four coughed. Then roared back to life. Moments later engine three restarted. Then engine one. Then engine two. After thirteen minutes of silence, every engine was alive again. Relief filled the cockpit, but the danger was far from over. When the crew looked through the windscreen, they saw nothing. The glass had been sandblasted to a cloudy white. They were almost flying blind. They used side windows for glimpses, trusted their instruments, and relied on the calm voices from Jakarta approach control to guide them. And somehow, unbelievably, Captain Moody brought the wounded aircraft down safely at Halim Perdanakusuma Airport. Not a single life was lost. All 263 passengers and crew walked away. Only after landing did they learn the truth. They had flown straight into a massive volcanic ash cloud from Mount Galunggung. The ash was not visible on radar. At night it blended into the sky. When the engines inhaled it, the tiny particles melted, stuck to the hot engine parts like molten glass, and choked the engines. When the aircraft descended into cooler air, the melted ash hardened and broke off, allowing the engines to breathe again. It was luck. But it was also skill. The skill kept them alive long enough for the luck to matter. Flight 9 changed aviation forever. From that night onward, the aviation world created real time volcanic ash warnings, new air routes, global monitoring systems, and new training for ash encounters. What happened to Moody and his crew became a lesson for every pilot who would ever fly through the night sky. Captain Eric Moody continued flying for British Airways for many years. He is remembered for his steady hands, his calm voice, and that famous line that has been quoted around the world. “We have a small problem. All four engines have stopped.” It was the understatement of a lifetime. And it saved hundreds of lives. The story of Flight 9 teaches something deeper. The impossible can happen. Calmness saves lives. Persistence matters. If the crew had given up after their fourteenth restart attempt, the aircraft would never have made it. But they tried again. And on that fifteenth try, the engines came back. British Airways Flight 9 became the night the sky went dark but human courage shone brighter than anything outside the aircraft windows. It is a reminder for all of us that even when every engine in life seems to fail, you keep trying. You stay calm. You do not quit. Because sometimes, the final attempt is the one that brings you safely home. Credit: WW&F

*Dangers of flying into Volcanic Ash*

*Dangers of flying into Volcanic Ash* On the night of June 24, 1982, British Airways Flight 9 floated high above the Indian Ocean. A Boeing 747 carrying 263 passengers, gliding peacefully through clear skies. The world below was silent and dark, and inside the cabin, most people were asleep. In the cockpit, Captain Eric Moody and his crew enjoyed a calm, uneventful flight. Then something strange began to happen. A soft blue glow appeared on the edges of the cockpit windows. At first it looked like harmless static, almost beautiful. St Elmos fire, they thought. But then the glow grew brighter, crawling across the glass like electric fingers. Out on the wings, shimmering sparks trailed behind the aircraft as if the giant jet had dipped its wings in fire. The crew exchanged uneasy glances. They had thousands of hours of flying experience. They had seen storms, turbulence, and unusual weather. But nothing like this. Then the first engine failed. Engine four wound down with a low, sickening sound. Before they could react, engine two followed. Then engine one. Then engine three. In less than ninety seconds, every engine on the 747 shut down. The aircraft became a silent glider, falling through the night from thirty seven thousand feet. In the cabin, passengers watched sparks dance outside the windows. Oxygen masks dropped. Smoke filled the aisles. The calm night had turned into a nightmare. Some people cried. Some prayed. Some wrote final messages to their loved ones. Then the intercom crackled. Captain Moody spoke with the calmness of someone announcing turbulence. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We have a small problem. All four engines have stopped. We are doing our best to get them going again. I trust you are not in too much distress.” A small problem. All four engines gone. Seven miles above the ocean. It was more than calmness. It was quiet, steady leadership when panic could have taken over. Meanwhile, in the cockpit, chaos and determination mixed together. The co pilot’s oxygen mask broke, leaving him gasping for air. Moody descended quickly, trading altitude for breathable air to save his colleague. The flight engineer scrambled through engine restart procedures, while the first officer tried to coordinate with Jakarta control. They attempted to restart the engines again and again. Nothing happened. The aircraft continued to fall. Fifteen thousand feet. Fourteen. Thirteen. Somewhere below lay the mountains of Java, invisible in the darkness. Just when hope felt thin, engine four coughed. Then roared back to life. Moments later engine three restarted. Then engine one. Then engine two. After thirteen minutes of silence, every engine was alive again. Relief filled the cockpit, but the danger was far from over. When the crew looked through the windscreen, they saw nothing. The glass had been sandblasted to a cloudy white. They were almost flying blind. They used side windows for glimpses, trusted their instruments, and relied on the calm voices from Jakarta approach control to guide them. And somehow, unbelievably, Captain Moody brought the wounded aircraft down safely at Halim Perdanakusuma Airport. Not a single life was lost. All 263 passengers and crew walked away. Only after landing did they learn the truth. They had flown straight into a massive volcanic ash cloud from Mount Galunggung. The ash was not visible on radar. At night it blended into the sky. When the engines inhaled it, the tiny particles melted, stuck to the hot engine parts like molten glass, and choked the engines. When the aircraft descended into cooler air, the melted ash hardened and broke off, allowing the engines to breathe again. It was luck. But it was also skill. The skill kept them alive long enough for the luck to matter. Flight 9 changed aviation forever. From that night onward, the aviation world created real time volcanic ash warnings, new air routes, global monitoring systems, and new training for ash encounters. What happened to Moody and his crew became a lesson for every pilot who would ever fly through the night sky. Captain Eric Moody continued flying for British Airways for many years. He is remembered for his steady hands, his calm voice, and that famous line that has been quoted around the world. “We have a small problem. All four engines have stopped.” It was the understatement of a lifetime. And it saved hundreds of lives. The story of Flight 9 teaches something deeper. The impossible can happen. Calmness saves lives. Persistence matters. If the crew had given up after their fourteenth restart attempt, the aircraft would never have made it. But they tried again. And on that fifteenth try, the engines came back. British Airways Flight 9 became the night the sky went dark but human courage shone brighter than anything outside the aircraft windows. It is a reminder for all of us that even when every engine in life seems to fail, you keep trying. You stay calm. You do not quit. Because sometimes, the final attempt is the one that brings you safely home. Credit: WW&F

*_An amazing real life story_*

*_An amazing real life story_* On the morning of April 29, 1975, Major Buang-Ly knew his country had hours left to live. The South Vietnamese Air Force officer was stationed on Con Son Island, a small outpost fifty miles off the southern coast. The island served primarily as a prison camp, but it also had a small airfield—and on that airfield sat a two-seat Cessna O-1 Bird Dog, a light observation plane built for reconnaissance, not escape. Buang-Ly looked at his wife. He looked at their five children, the youngest fourteen months old, the oldest just six. North Vietnamese forces were closing in. The prison guards were abandoning their posts. If they stayed, there would be no mercy for a military officer and his family. He made his decision. The Bird Dog was designed to carry a pilot and one observer. Buang-Ly helped his wife and all five children squeeze into the backseat and the small storage area behind it. He hot-wired the engine. As the tiny plane lifted off and banked toward the open sea, enemy ground fire zipped past them. He had no radio. He had no destination. He had only the hope that somewhere out there, the American fleet was still operating. For thirty minutes, Buang-Ly flew east over the South China Sea. Then he spotted them—helicopters, dozens of them, all flying in the same direction. He followed. The helicopters led him to the USS Midway. The aircraft carrier was in the middle of Operation Frequent Wind, the largest helicopter evacuation in American military history. More than seven thousand Americans and at-risk South Vietnamese were being airlifted from Saigon to the ships of Task Force 76. The Midway's flight deck was chaos—helicopters landing, refugees pouring out, aircraft being pushed aside to make room for more. At one point, the ship's air boss counted twenty-six Huey helicopters circling the carrier, not one of them with working radio contact. And then the spotters noticed something different. A fixed-wing aircraft. A tiny Cessna with South Vietnamese markings, circling overhead with its landing lights on. Captain Lawrence Chambers had been in command of the Midway for barely five weeks. He was the first African American to command a U.S. Navy aircraft carrier, a graduate of the Naval Academy who had risen through the ranks at a time when such advancement was far from guaranteed. Now he faced a decision that could end his career. The admiral aboard the Midway told Chambers to order the pilot to ditch in the ocean. Rescue boats could pick up the survivors. Chambers understood immediately why that wouldn't work. The Bird Dog had fixed landing gear. The moment it hit the water, it would flip. With a plane packed full of small children, ditching meant drowning. The ship was a hundred nautical miles from the coast—too far for the Cessna to return even if there had been anywhere safe to land. As the small plane continued circling, Buang-Ly tried to communicate the only way he could. He wrote a message on a scrap of paper and dropped it during a low pass over the deck. The wind blew it into the sea. He tried again. And again. Three notes disappeared into the water. On the fourth attempt, desperate to make himself understood, Buang-Ly dropped a leather pistol holster with a message tucked inside. This time, a crewman grabbed it. The note was scrawled on a navigational chart. The spelling was imperfect, the handwriting hurried, but the meaning was unmistakable: "Can you move these helicopter to the other side, I can land on your runway, I can fly 1 hour more, we have enough time to move. Please rescue me. Major Buang, wife and 5 child." The message was rushed to the bridge. Chambers read it. He picked up the phone to call his air boss, Commander Vern Jumper. "Vern," he said, "give me a ready deck." Jumper's response, Chambers later recalled, contained words he wouldn't want to print. It didn't matter. Chambers called for volunteers—every available sailor, regardless of rank or duty, to the flight deck immediately. What followed was controlled pandemonium. Arresting wires were stripped from the deck—at the Bird Dog's slow landing speed, they would trip the plane and send it cartwheeling. Helicopters that could be moved were shoved aside. And the helicopters that couldn't be moved quickly enough? Chambers ordered them pushed over the side. The sailors of the Midway shoved four UH-1 Huey helicopters and one CH-47 Chinook into the South China Sea. Ten million dollars worth of military hardware, tumbling into the waves. Chambers didn't watch. He already knew the admiral was threatening to put him in jail. "I was scared to death," he admitted years later. But he also knew what would happen if he followed the order to let the plane ditch. "When a man has the courage to put his family in a plane and make a daring escape like that, you have to have the heart to let him in." Meanwhile, the ship's chief engineer reported a problem. Half the Midway's boilers had been taken offline for maintenance. They didn't have enough steam to make the twenty-five knots Chambers needed to generate proper headwind for the landing. Chambers told him to shift the hotel electrical load to the emergency diesel generators and make it happen. The old carrier groaned as she picked up speed, turning into the wind. The ceiling was five hundred feet. Visibility dropped to five miles. A light rain began to fall. Warnings about the dangerous downdrafts behind a steaming carrier were broadcast blind in both Vietnamese and English—hoping the pilot could somehow hear them even though he had no radio. Buang-Ly lined up his approach. He had never landed on an aircraft carrier before. The runway was 1,001 feet long—enormous for a carrier, impossibly small for what he was attempting. The downdraft behind the ship could slam his overloaded plane into the deck or flip it over the side. He had one chance. He looked at his family. "When I looked at my family," he said later, "my gut told me I could do it." He pushed the throttle forward and began his descent. The Bird Dog crossed the ramp, bounced once on the deck, touched down in the exact spot where the arresting wires would normally have been, and rolled forward. The flight deck crew sprinted toward the plane, ready to grab it before it went over the angle deck. They didn't need to. Buang-Ly brought the Cessna to a stop with room to spare. The crew erupted in cheers. And then something unexpected happened. Major Buang-Ly and his wife jumped out of the cockpit, pulled the backseat forward—and out tumbled child after child after child. The deck crew had expected two passengers. They watched in amazement as five small children emerged from a plane built for one. Captain Chambers came down from the bridge. He walked up to the exhausted pilot, this man who had risked everything on an impossible gamble, and did something that no regulation authorized but every sailor understood. He pulled the gold wings from his own uniform and pinned them on Buang-Ly's chest. "I promoted him to Naval Aviator right on the spot," Chambers said. The crew of the Midway adopted the family. They collected thousands of dollars to help them start their new life in America. The Buang family became seven of the estimated 130,000 Vietnamese refugees who eventually resettled in the United States. All seven are now naturalized American citizens. Captain Lawrence Chambers was never court-martialed. He was promoted to Rear Admiral and retired in 1984 as the first African American Naval Academy graduate to reach flag rank. Today, at ninety-six years old, he still speaks about that day with the same conviction. "You have to have the courage to do what you think is right regardless of the outcome," he said at a recent commemoration. "That's the only thing you can live with." Major Buang-Ly, now ninety-five, lives in Florida. The Bird Dog he flew that day hangs from the ceiling of the National Naval Aviation Museum in Pensacola, still bearing its South Vietnamese markings. Beside it, in a display case, is the crumpled note he dropped onto the deck of the Midway. Fifty years later, both men—the pilot who refused to let his family die and the captain who refused to let them drown—are still here to tell the story. Some moments become symbols larger than themselves. This was one of them. Not just an escape, but a testament to what becomes possible when desperate courage meets uncommon decency. A father who would not give up. A captain who would not look away. And a flight deck cleared for landing

Is Indra greater than Vishnu?

Is Indra greater than Vishnu? I am sure this post will cause a lot of controversy but facts are more important than feelings - so here we go. Actually according to the Rig Veda, Indra is indeed greater than Vishnu although both of them were best friends, but Indra was the greater. Indra has 243 sūktas glorifying him and Vishnu only has 4. They both have 2 joint sūktas and Indra-vaikuṇṭa has 4. So just judging by popularity alone Indra is greater than Vishnu. The deed for which Vishnu is most praised in the Rig Veda is his taking of three steps (tripāda) He who for the benefit of humankind in his affliction thrice measured out the earthly regions, Visnu- When one so great as you gives shelter, may we with wealth and with ourselves be happy. (6, 49;13); The commentaries interpret these three steps at being the stages of the Sun’s apparent motion, dawn, noon and dusk, and Vishnu’s primary identification is with the Sun. The most prominent secondary characteristic of Visnu is his friendship for Indra, with whom he is frequently allied in the fight against Vrtra. This is indicated by the fact that one whole Hymn (6, 69) is dedicated to the two deities conjointly, and that Indra's name is coupled with that of Visnu in the dual as often as with that of Soma, though the name of the latter occurs much more frequently in the RV. The closeness of their alliance is also indicated by the fact that in hymns extolling Vishnu alone, Indra is the only other deity, incidentally associated with him either explicitly You two have destroyed, you Indra, and you Visnu, Sambara's nine-and-ninety fenced castles. (7:99:5) Your Soma-drinker keeps afar your furious rush, Indra and Vishnu, when you come with all your might. (1:155 2) In one hymn Vishnu plays Indra’s cook and serves him a feast of one hundred buffaloes:– vardhā̱nyaṁ viśve̍ ma̱ruta̍ḥ sa̱joṣā̱ḥ paca̍ccha̱taṁ ma̍hi̱ṣāṇ i̍ndra̱ tubhya̍m | pū̱ṣā viṣṇu̱s trīṇi̱ sarā̍ṁsi dhāvan vṛtra̱haṇa̍ṁ madi̱ram a̱ṁśum a̍smai || 6:017:11 He cooked a hundred buffaloes, O Indra, for you whom all accordant Maruts strengthen. He, Pushan-Visnu, poured out three great vessels to him, the juice that cheers, that slaughters Vrtra. (6,17:11) (or 100 buffaloes and a brew of milk according to 8:66:10 cp. 1, 617). In the Purānas Indra was unceremoniously demoted to a mere regent of the Eastern direction from which Sūrya Nārāyaṇa - or Viṣṇu - his best friend arises every morning. So they are still eternally associated but Viṣṇu is now supreme.

Psychology for Influencing Others

Psychology for Influencing Others 1. If someone does not love you, behave as if you do not seek their attention. 2. If someone mocks you, remain calm and smile. The person who mocks will look foolish. 3. Encourage pursuit by appearing slightly distant and unavailable. 4. Do not show that you are upset when you do not get something. 5. Control the conversation by offering concise explanations. Do not over explain.

Why was Parvati angry with Ganga?

Why was Parvati angry with Ganga? Then it passed through his hair and became the Ganga. During the time when the water was entangled in Shiva's matted hair, Shiva became very fond of the water. He gave it so much of his attention that his consort, Parvati, became terribly jealous.

SLOW TO JUDGE

Good Morning!!! SLOW TO JUDGE Around the Year with Emmet Fox November 30 Many years ago, a professor wrote a book in which he said that he could always tell if a person were a potential criminal by the shape of his ear! This naturally created something of a furor, and a London newspaper sent a reporter to interview old General Booth, of the Salvation Army, on the subject. The reporter said, “General, you probably have an unmatched experience of human nature in the raw. Do you believe there is such a thing as a criminal ear?” William Booth laughed loudly through his Mosaic beard, and replied, “Why, of course there is a ‘criminal ear’— and we’ve all got one. If it were not for the grace of God, every one of us would be doing time or deserving to.” William Booth understood human nature. You never can afford to condemn another, because in his shoes you would probably have done just as badly. Have you not noticed that sometimes, after condemning someone else rather pharisaically, you have shortly afterward caught yourself in a moral failure? Wisely did the Master say, “Judge not.” “But why dost thou judge thy brother? or why dost thou set at naught thy brother? for we shall all stand before the judgment seat of Christ” Romans 14:10

Did Mahabharata really happen or is it all fiction?

Did Mahabharata really happen or is it all fiction? I am not going to retort with a YES or NO. Let me present few proven facts and leave the rest to the readers. The occurrence of Solar eclipse on the 14th day of war: Investigations conducted purely on phenomena like comet sightings, meteor showers revealed that a pair of eclipses occurred during the course of war. Ancient people preferred full moon day for any important event. Latest research by scholars with computer software shows that a lunar eclipse took place on the first day of war. We all know that a lunar eclipse takes place on a full moon day. So there are high chances that war started on full moon day and that day, a lunar eclipse occurred. Dr B N Narhari Achar, Department of Physics, Memphis University, USA also supported the theory of war starting on a full moon day. A solar eclipse is said to have taken place 13 days later. As per Mahabharatha,on the 14 day of war, when the sun appeared to be set, Jayadratha poked out to show that he was victorious against Arjuna . Suddenly the sun reappeared and Arjuna shot down Jayadratha’s head with Pasupathastra weapon. It goes that Lord Krishna hid the sun with his Sudarshana Chakra. Actually Krishna tricked Jayadratha with the knowledge of solar eclipse happening on that day. Researchers are using this eclipse pair with 13 days time gap to find out the exact date of Mahabharatha war. After serious analysis of all the eclipses that happened in Kurukshetra, it is found that six eclipse pairs have the time gap of 13 days. Such events happened in 3129 BC, 2599 BC, 2056 BC, 1853 BC, 1708 BC and 1397 BC . There are others that have low obscurity for solar eclipse, or have dominant penumbral lunar eclipse content and hence ignored. Mahabharatha war could have happened in any of those years and it can be taken as a proof for Mahabharatha war. 2. The Sunken city of Dwaraka: Until recently, the very existence of the city of Dwaraka was a matter of legends. Marine archaeological explorations off Dwaraka coast have brought to light a large number of stone structures beneath the sea. They also found that these structures are randomly scattered over a vast area. The ruins have been proclaimed to be the remains of the legendary lost city of Dwaraka. 3. Connection with present day cities: Most of the places mentioned in Mahabharatha are proved to be real ones. For instance, Hastinapura, the land of Kuru dynasty is now the state Uttar Pradesh; Indraprastha, the kingdom of Pandavas is now New Delhi; The Kingdom of Gandhar is now Afghansitan; Angadesh which was ruled by Karna is now Bihar. Based on the above facts, its upto you to decide whether the war happened or not

KINDNESS

KINDNESS 1.When I was a fresh mom with two under three my card got declined in the checkout line. The baby was in the car seat, the two-year-old was asking for bubble gum and chocolate bars. I felt like I could just melt into the floor. Without missing a beat, the man behind me in line handed the cashier his card. ‘I’ve got it.’ He said. That was ten years ago, and I will never forget it. When I worked at a coffee shop, we had someone buy their own coffee and then anonymously buy the next person in lines coffee just saying, ‘pay it forward’. The next person was shocked to hear their coffee was covered and said, ‘well I want to buy the one for the next costumer’. The pay-it-forward lasted most of the afternoon with people buying other people’s drinks. My friend at the cash register was near tears by the end of her shift. 2.I won’t ever forget that day and I doubt she has either. One time in the Target line a mom with a brand-new infant and two littles who were crying and clinging to her legs asked if I might hold her baby for a minute. I took that baby and rocked her in my arms until she stopped fussing. I bet that mom remembers that day, I know I do. When my toddler was somewhere between threenager and fournado she threw I giant tantrum in a shopping center. I held her on a park bench while she screamed like I was her kidnapper. A couple older ladies stopped and said, ‘You’re doing an AMAZING job mama, hang in there!!’ 3.I will never ever forget them or their words that day. In a train depot in France we were lost and confused trying to figure out where to go. An older man sitting near us accidentally dropped some cash on the ground. My daughter who was six found it and returned it to him. He and his friend loaded us up with snacks from their bags and then in broken English asked if we needed help. They ended up walking us all the way to our next train and riding it with us for a while just to make sure we didn’t get lost. We won’t ever forget those two men. One time on a family road trip we stopped at a roadside cafe to get lunch. When we went to pay, we found out that another couple had already bought it saying that we had a ‘sweet family’. 4.You better believe we will remember that forever. Kindness is so powerful. It can be such a little thing like buying someone’s coffee or giving an encouraging word to someone who could use it. You just never know the impact it might have. My guess is that most of us remember the times that someone stepped out of their own life just to bless ours.”

Dorris Day

She was America's sweetheart. Then she discovered her husband had secretly stolen every dollar she'd ever earned. April 1968. Doris Day's husband Martin Melcher died suddenly of an enlarged heart. She was devastated. They'd been married 17 years. He'd been her manager, her partner, her protector. Or so she thought. When the lawyers came with paperwork to settle the estate, Doris expected to sign documents about her fortune. After all, she was one of Hollywood's biggest stars. "Que Sera, Sera" had topped charts worldwide. "Pillow Talk" made her the highest-paid actress in America. She'd made 39 films. Sold millions of records. Built an empire. She opened the envelope expecting security. Instead, she found ruin. Doris Day wasn't rich. She was $450,000 in debt. Every dollar she'd earned—every film, every song, every appearance—was gone. Her husband had lost it all. Melcher had secretly invested her entire fortune into bad business deals without her knowledge or consent. Oil wells that never produced. Hotels that failed. Schemes that collapsed. He'd signed contracts in her name. Made commitments she knew nothing about. Gambled her future while she smiled for cameras and sang about whatever will be, will be. But the worst revelation? He'd committed her to a television show she didn't even know existed. CBS was expecting her to star in "The Doris Day Show." Five-year contract. Already signed. She'd never read the script. Never agreed to do television. Never wanted to do a sitcom. But the contract was real. And if she didn't honor it, she'd be sued for breach. Most people would have broken down. Doris Day showed up for work. Not because she wanted fame or loved the spotlight. Because she needed to survive. At 46 years old—after decades of success—she was starting over. Broke. Betrayed. With no choice but to put on that smile and pretend everything was fine. America tuned in every week to watch a lighthearted sitcom about a widowed mother navigating life. They had no idea they were watching a woman fighting for her financial survival in real time. Behind every laugh track was someone who'd been betrayed by the person she trusted most. Behind every cheerful scene was someone who'd lost everything. But she never let it show. "The Doris Day Show" ran for five seasons. It was a hit. And slowly, episode by episode, Doris rebuilt what had been stolen from her. But she wasn't done fighting. In 1974, Doris Day sued Martin Melcher's business partner and attorney, Jerome Rosenthal, for fraud and legal malpractice. She accused him of participating in the financial schemes that destroyed her fortune. Of knowing about the unauthorized deals and saying nothing. Of betraying his duty to protect her interests. The trial revealed shocking details about how completely she'd been deceived. Contracts signed without her knowledge. Investments made without her consent. A systematic plundering of everything she'd earned. The jury ruled in her favor. The judgment: $22.8 million. But winning the lawsuit wasn't the end of the fight. It was just the beginning. Collecting that money took years. Over a decade of legal battles. Appeals. Delays. Complications. She never got the full amount. But she fought every step of the way—not for revenge, but for justice. By the time "The Doris Day Show" ended in 1973, Doris was financially stable again. She'd survived the betrayal. Rebuilt her life. Won her case. And then she did something Hollywood couldn't understand. She walked away. No farewell tour. No final album. No victory lap. She moved to Carmel, California—a quiet coastal town far from the spotlight—and never looked back. While other stars chased fame until their final breath, Doris chose something different. She rescued animals. Dogs, cats, horses—any creature that needed help. She founded the Doris Day Animal Foundation, which continues her work today. She bought a hotel in Carmel and turned it pet-friendly decades before that was common. She spent her final years surrounded by the animals she loved, living quietly, finding peace in kindness instead of cameras. Reporters would occasionally ask why she left Hollywood at the height of her fame. Her answer was simple: "I like being the girl next door. I just wish I'd known what the neighborhood was really like." Behind that characteristic wit was a truth many people learn the hard way: Sometimes the people closest to you are the ones who hurt you most. But Doris Day's story isn't really about betrayal. It's about what you do after the betrayal. She could have become bitter. Withdrawn. Broken. Instead, she showed up. She worked. She fought. She rebuilt. She didn't just survive—she chose a life that mattered more than money or fame. When Doris Day died in 2019 at age 97, obituaries focused on her films and songs. But her real legacy is quieter than that. It's in the resilience she showed when everything fell apart. It's in the years of fighting for justice even when it would've been easier to give up. It's in choosing peace over fame when she finally had a choice. It's in every animal she saved and every person inspired by her refusal to stay defeated. "Que Sera, Sera" became her signature song: Whatever will be, will be. But Doris Day proved something more important: *Whatever has been doesn't have to define what will be.* You can lose everything and still rebuild. You can be betrayed and still trust again. *You can survive the worst and STILL CHOOSE KINDNESS.* She didn't just play America's sweetheart. She showed America what real strength looks like. Not the kind that screams or breaks things. The kind that shows up the next day. And the day after that. And the day after that. Until one day, you realize you've built a whole new life—one that's yours, on your terms, without the people who tried to destroy you. Doris Day: 1922-2019. The woman who lost everything, rebuilt it all, and then walked away to live on her own terms. That's not just a Hollywood story. That's a lesson in how to survive anything. #fblifestyle

THE HAZARDS OF PUBLICITY

Good Morning!!! God grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change; Courage to change the things I can; and Wisdom to know the difference. Thy will, not mine, be done. *~*~*~*~*^Daily Reflections^*~*~*~*~* November 26, 2025 THE HAZARDS OF PUBLICITY People who symbolize causes and ideas fill a deep human need. We of A.A. do not question that. But we do have to soberly face the fact that being in the public eye is hazardous, especially for us. TWELVE STEPS AND TWELVE TRADITIONS, p. 181 As a recovered alcoholic I must make an effort to put into practice the principles of the A.A. program, which are founded on honesty, truth and humility. While I was drinking, I was constantly trying to be in the limelight. Now that I am conscious of my mistakes and of my former lack of integrity, it would not be honest to seek prestige, even for the justifiable purpose of promoting the A.A. message of recovery. Is the publicity that centers around the A.A. Fellowship and the miracles it produces not worth much more? Why not let the people around us appreciate by themselves the changes that A.A. has brought in us, for that will be a far better recommendation for the Fellowship than any I could make. ********************************************** Citizens Again "Each of us in turn -- that is, the member who gets the most out of the program – spends a very large amount of time on Twelfth Step work in the early years. That was my case, and perhaps I should not have stayed sober with less work. "However, sooner or later most of us are presented with other obligations -- to family, friends, and country. As you will remember, the Twelfth Step also refers to `practicing these principles in all our affairs.' Therefore, I think your choice of whether to take a particular Twelfth Step job is to be found in your own conscience. No one else can tell you for certain what you ought to do at a particular time. "I just know that you are expected, at some point, to do more than carry the message of A.A. to other alcoholics. In A.A. we aim not only for sobriety – we try again to become citizens of the world that we rejected, and of the world that once rejected us. This is the ultimate demonstration toward which Twelfth Step work is the first but not the final step." LETTER, 1959 As Bill Sees It, P. 21 ************************************************* Meaning of the Circle-Triangle Symbol In response to a query about the meaning of the Circle-Triangle Symbol I wrote this ..... The Sobriety Circle & Triangle Symbol, is the symbol used by Alcoholics Anonymous. The equilateral triangle represents the three-part answer – unity, recovery and service - to a three-part disease – physical, mental and spiritual, while the circle represents wholeness or oneness. The body should be triangular, stable, the mind circular, open. The triangle represents the means for generation of good energy, and is the most stable physical posture. The circle symbolizes serenity and perfection, and the source of unlimited potential. Together they represent the perfect union of mind and body. It has been used in many native cultures. The priests, medicine men and seers of antiquity regarded the circle enclosing the triangle as a means of warding off spirits of evil, and A.A.'s circle and triangle of Recovery, Unity, and Service has certainly meant all of that to those of us in recovery and much more. Love and Peace, Barefoot Windwalker Index of A.A. History Pages on Barefoot's World http://www.barefootsworld.net/aa-ctsymbol.html ************************************************** The Magic of Gratitude and Acceptance Gratitude and acceptance are two magic tricks available to us in recovery. No matter who we are, where we are, or what we have, gratitude and acceptance work. We may eventually become so happy that we realize our present circumstances are good. Or we master our present circumstances and then move forward into the next set of circumstances. If we become stuck, miserable, feeling trapped and hopeless, try gratitude and acceptance. If we have tried unsuccessfully to alter our present circumstances and have begun to feel like we're beating our head against a brick wall, try gratitude and acceptance. If we feel like all is dark and the night will never end, try gratitude and acceptance. If we feel scared and uncertain, try gratitude and acceptance. If we've tried everything else and nothing seems to work, try gratitude and acceptance. If we've been fighting something, try gratitude and acceptance. When all else fails, go back to the basics. Gratitude and acceptance work. Today, God, help me let go of my resistance. Help me know the pain of a circumstance will stop hurting so much if I accept it. I will practice the basics of gratitude and acceptance in my life, and for all my present circumstances. ********************************************** The greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not on our circumstances. —Martha Washington We all have friends who seem happy even though they run into lots of bad luck. And we all know other people who seem grumpy all the time. Nothing makes them very happy. It's puzzling, but some people have decided, maybe without even knowing it, that life is fun and should be enjoyed. No bit of bad luck has to make us miserable unless we let it. A broken bike, a lost math assignment, a rained-out picnic are things that might make us miserable. But we can decide they won't. Feeling happy can be a habit – just like brushing teeth before bedtime. Will I stop and think today before I let things, make me unhappy? ******* Grapevine quote of the day "Until today, at least, I am getting further away from that first drink, which is the one that inevitably leads me to complete disaster." Caracas, Venezuela, May 1971 "My Name Is Adolfo," AA Around the World ********************************************** Awareness When we first become aware of a problem, a situation, or a feeling, we may react with anxiety or fear. There is no need to fear awareness. No need. Awareness is the first step toward positive change and growth. It's the first step toward solving the problem, or getting the need met, the first step toward the future. It's how we focus on the next lesson. Awareness is how life, the Universe, and our Higher Power get our attention and prepare us for change. The process of becoming changed begins with awareness. Awareness, acceptance, and change - that's the cycle. We can accept the temporary discomfort from awareness because that's how we're moved to a better place. We can accept the temporary discomfort because we can trust God, and ourselves. Today, I will be grateful for any awareness I encounter. I will display gratitude, peace, and dignity when life gets my attention. I will remember that it's okay to accept the temporary discomfort from awareness because I can trust that it's my Higher Power moving me forward. ********************************************** ~*~A.A. Thoughts for the Day~*~ ^*^*^*^*^ (\ ~~ /) ( \ (AA)/ ) (_ /AA\ _) /AA\ ^*^*^*^*^ Expectations ^*^*^*^*^ "My serenity is inversely proportional to my expectations. The higher my expectations of other people are, the lower is my serenity. I can watch my serenity level rise when I discard my expectations. But then my 'rights' try to move in, and they, too, can force my serenity level down. I have to discard my 'rights,' as well as my expectations, by asking myself, 'How important is it, really? How important is it compared to my serenity, my emotional sobriety?' And when I place more value on my serenity and sobriety than on anything else, I can maintain them at a higher level-- at least for the time being." Alcoholics Anonymous, 3rd Edition p. 452 ********************************************* Thought to consider . . . Lower your standards and improve your program. ~*~*~*~*~*AACRONYMS*~*~*~*~*~ GRACE Gently Releasing All Conscious Expectations *************************************************** ~*~*~*~*~*^ Just for Today! ^*~*~*~*~*~ Popular From When A.A. Came of Age At this point the Cleveland Plain Dealer ran a series of pieces that ushered in a new period for Alcoholics Anonymous, the era of mass production of sobriety. Elrick B. Davis, a feature writer of deep understanding, was the author of a series of articles that were printed in the middle of the Plain Dealer's editorial page, and these were accompanied every two or three days by red-hot blasts from the editors themselves. In effect, the Plain Dealer was saying, Alcoholics Anonymous is good, and it works. Come and get it. The newspaper's switchboard was deluged. Day and night, the calls were relayed to [early members] Clarence and Dorothy and from them to members of their little group. 2001 AAWS, Inc.; Alcoholics Anonymous Comes of Age, pg. 20 ********************************************** ~*~*~*~*^As Bill Sees It^*~*~*~*~ Each Man's Vision "Beyond a Higher Power, as each of us may vision Him, A.A. must never, as a society, enter the field of dogma or theology. We can never become a religion in that sense, lest we kill usefulness by getting bogged down in theological contention." <<<>>> "The really amazing fact about A.A.

THE HAZARDS OF PUBLICITY

Good Morning!!! God grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change; Courage to change the things I can; and Wisdom to know the difference. Thy will, not mine, be done. *~*~*~*~*^Daily Reflections^*~*~*~*~* November 26, 2025 THE HAZARDS OF PUBLICITY People who symbolize causes and ideas fill a deep human need. We of A.A. do not question that. But we do have to soberly face the fact that being in the public eye is hazardous, especially for us. TWELVE STEPS AND TWELVE TRADITIONS, p. 181 As a recovered alcoholic I must make an effort to put into practice the principles of the A.A. program, which are founded on honesty, truth and humility. While I was drinking, I was constantly trying to be in the limelight. Now that I am conscious of my mistakes and of my former lack of integrity, it would not be honest to seek prestige, even for the justifiable purpose of promoting the A.A. message of recovery. Is the publicity that centers around the A.A. Fellowship and the miracles it produces not worth much more? Why not let the people around us appreciate by themselves the changes that A.A. has brought in us, for that will be a far better recommendation for the Fellowship than any I could make. ********************************************** Citizens Again "Each of us in turn -- that is, the member who gets the most out of the program – spends a very large amount of time on Twelfth Step work in the early years. That was my case, and perhaps I should not have stayed sober with less work. "However, sooner or later most of us are presented with other obligations -- to family, friends, and country. As you will remember, the Twelfth Step also refers to `practicing these principles in all our affairs.' Therefore, I think your choice of whether to take a particular Twelfth Step job is to be found in your own conscience. No one else can tell you for certain what you ought to do at a particular time. "I just know that you are expected, at some point, to do more than carry the message of A.A. to other alcoholics. In A.A. we aim not only for sobriety – we try again to become citizens of the world that we rejected, and of the world that once rejected us. This is the ultimate demonstration toward which Twelfth Step work is the first but not the final step." LETTER, 1959 As Bill Sees It, P. 21 ************************************************* Meaning of the Circle-Triangle Symbol In response to a query about the meaning of the Circle-Triangle Symbol I wrote this ..... The Sobriety Circle & Triangle Symbol, is the symbol used by Alcoholics Anonymous. The equilateral triangle represents the three-part answer – unity, recovery and service - to a three-part disease – physical, mental and spiritual, while the circle represents wholeness or oneness. The body should be triangular, stable, the mind circular, open. The triangle represents the means for generation of good energy, and is the most stable physical posture. The circle symbolizes serenity and perfection, and the source of unlimited potential. Together they represent the perfect union of mind and body. It has been used in many native cultures. The priests, medicine men and seers of antiquity regarded the circle enclosing the triangle as a means of warding off spirits of evil, and A.A.'s circle and triangle of Recovery, Unity, and Service has certainly meant all of that to those of us in recovery and much more. Love and Peace, Barefoot Windwalker Index of A.A. History Pages on Barefoot's World http://www.barefootsworld.net/aa-ctsymbol.html ************************************************** The Magic of Gratitude and Acceptance Gratitude and acceptance are two magic tricks available to us in recovery. No matter who we are, where we are, or what we have, gratitude and acceptance work. We may eventually become so happy that we realize our present circumstances are good. Or we master our present circumstances and then move forward into the next set of circumstances. If we become stuck, miserable, feeling trapped and hopeless, try gratitude and acceptance.

HOW MUCH CONVICTION?

Good Morning!!! HOW MUCH CONVICTION? Around the Year with Emmet Fox November 26 What do you really believe? It is as a man thinketh in his heart that matters, says the Bible, and this means the heartfelt conviction as distinct from mere formal assent. If you want to know what you really believe, simply watch what you do. We always do what we believe, although we frequently talk differently. If you feel that you are not making the most of your life, change your beliefs. Your present beliefs must be wrong if they are not producing harmony and satisfaction. Start believing in health; start believing in prosperity; start believing in the Christ in those about you; start believing that your own divine Selfhood is rapidly unfolding. Act as though you believed these things and the results will surprise you. “For there stood by me this night the angel of God, whose I am, and whom I serve, Saying, Fear not, Paul…. Wherefore, sirs, be of good cheer: for I believe God, that it shall be even as was told me” Acts 27:23-25

Please Save Me from Kṛṣṇa!

Please Save Me from Kṛṣṇa! Śrīmatī Rādhārāṇī, in an angry mood, addressed Bhagavati Paurṇamāsī after she had accused chaste Rādhārāṇī of going to Kṛṣṇa. [Śrīmatī Rādhārāṇī speaks] My dear mother, what can I say to you? Kṛṣṇa is so cruel that He often attacks Me on the street, and if I want to cry out very loudly, this boy with a peacock feather on His head immediately covers My face so that I cannot cry. And if I want to go away from the scene because I am afraid of Him, He will immediately spread His arms to block My path. If I piteously fall down at His feet, then this enemy of the Madhu demon (Madhusūdana), in an angry mood, bites My face! Mother, just try to understand My situation, and don’t be unnecessarily angry with Me. Instead, please tell Me how I can save Myself from these terrible attacks by Kṛṣṇa! -Nectar of Devotion (Chapter 47), Based on Vidagdha-mādhava 2.21 Although the people in this world, wanting to be saved from terrible attacks of saṁsāra (material existence), seek protection from the Supreme Lord Śrī Kṛṣṇa, Śrīmatī Rādhārāṇī wanting to be saved from the terrible attacks of Kṛṣṇa seeks protection from Bhagavati Paurṇamāsī. Such is the crooked path of Kṛṣṇa prema. aher iva gatiḥ premṇaḥ svabhāva-kuṭilā bhavet Just like the movement of the snake, the nature of Kṛṣṇa prema is also naturally crooked. -Ujjvala Nīlamaṇi 15.102 The crooked nature of Kṛṣṇa prema is such that insulting means showing respect, complaining means expressing love, saying ‘No’ is a ‘Yes’, losing is winning, and crying means laughing. To put it in other words, Kṛṣṇa prema is complicated.

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*JOMO*

*JOMO* Most of us who spend time on the internet have come across the term *FOMO*, aka fear of missing out. The anxious feeling that comes over you as you scroll through social media, seeing your friends hop from a concert to a vacay. Then, you give in and book something yourself, too anxious to be left out' of this vivacity. However, more and more people are now ditching this and embracing the opposite: *JOMO*, or the joy of missing out. In the age of beauty fads and perfectly curated Instagram feeds, JOMO is about consciously accepting your own pace of life and feeling content with what you have. It might mean choosing to stay in on a Saturday night to read, cook, or simply rest rather than going to a party to keep up with the Sharmas. As the BBC puts it, JOMO doesn't mean you have no social life - it's about being selective with how you spend your time.

Mathematician asks: How to write 4 in between a 5?

Mathematician asks: How to write 4 in between a 5? China man replied: Is this a Joke? Japan man exclaimed: Impossible! American man said: The question's wrong!! British man snorted: Rubbish !! Indian man wrote: *F(IV)E.* This is the reason why you find Indians everywhere in the world in finance, business, medicine, engineering & arts.. anything to do with optimising your brain!!!!! British: Can u swim? Indian: No. British: Then a dog is better than u because it can swim. Indian: Can u swim? British: Yes! Indian: Then what's the difference between U & the dog? British shocked, faints!! Indian Rocks!!!!! European-: Why do all you Indians come in different colors? Look at us, we are all white. Indian:- Horses too come in different colors but donkeys are all the same!!! 😂🤣😜😛👏👏👏 Send to all Indians all over the Globe. 👌👌👍👍 All of us in this group are definitely Proud Indians.🙏🙏🙏🇪🇬🇪🇬🇪🇬🇪🇬🇪🇬🇪🇬🇪🇬

Story of a Kaanadiga who brought Udupi to Delhi. ToI, Nov, 2025

Story of a Kaanadiga who brought Udupi to Delhi. ToI, Nov, 2025 Farewell to Mr Madras Hotel: The Man Who Brought Dosa and Idli MagicTC to Connaught Place New Delhi – Once Priyavadan Rao left Connaught Place, he began avoiding going there. But some time ago, he told his son that he wanted to visit Connaught Place once more and see the Madras Hotel building, even if from afar. His wish was fulfilled, and shortly after, he fell seriously ill. Rao sahab passed away on Sunday morning. He was 92 years old. Rao sahab introduced Delhi to delicious dosa, idli, vada, and other South Indian dishes. In 1935, his father K. Subba Rao opened the Madras Hotel in P Block of Connaught Place – that is, 90 years ago. At that time, Connaught Place had just been built, and many shops were yet to open. Subba Rao named the restaurant “Madras Hotel” because back then, Delhiites called every South Indian a Madrasi. Rao sahab himself was from Udupi in Karnataka. But after K. Subba Rao’s sudden death in 1955, the responsibility of managing and advancing the Madras Hotel fell on his son Priyavadan Rao. Earlier, he would come for just two to four hours a day; now, he began spending the entire day at the hotel. As soon as he took over, he introduced a rule: if a customer repeatedly asks for more potato masala or sambar with their dosa, fulfill it happily. This step clicked instantly. After that, the flavors of Madras Hotel became a sensation. Visiting it became mandatory for everyone coming to Connaught Place. Even today, you’ll find many people who will tell you, “We used to drink five bowls of sambar, and the waiters would keep smiling.” The piping-hot sambar was so fiery it would burn the tongue, but it delighted the heart. The Madras Hotel was on the first floor of P Block in Connaught Place. It’s worth noting that P Block and Regal Block are architecturally different from the rest of Connaught Place. They were designed by Walter George, while the architect for the rest of Connaught Place was Robert Tor Russell. At the spot where the stairs to Madras Hotel began, there was a tiny photo studio. Outside it was written: “The World’s Smallest Photo Studio.” Under Rao sahab’s patronage, Madras Hotel shone until 2000. Delhi was devoted to its flavors. From morning till night, people satisfied their cravings with giant crispy dosas, idlis, piping-hot vadas, coconut chutney, and more. Thousands of dosas were consumed daily. And the Madras Hotel thali! It included two vegetables, rasam, curd, papad, pickle, and so on. Its fans would queue up from 12 to 3 pm to eat. In 1969, the DTC bus terminal at Shivaji Stadium was even named “Madras Hotel Terminal.” You can imagine what a massive brand Madras Hotel had become. Though the name was changed to Shivaji Stadium in 1982. Rao sahab used to say that in his kitchen, chef roles were divided: the dosa chef would make only dosas. Another would prepare only idlis and vadas. All chefs were Kannada-speaking and from Udupi. There was no place for non-vegetarian dishes at Madras Hotel. Rao sahab was never willing to compromise on this. He would go table to table asking customers, “Is the taste alright?” Former Delhi Ranji Trophy captain Venkat Sundaram says, “Rao sahab also provided financial help to the Madras Cricket Club in the capital.” Players coming from hockey matches at Shivaji Stadium got discounts at Madras Hotel. He had a deep interest in the world of sports. Then came the ill-fated year of 2005. The owner of the space where Madras Hotel operated demanded it back from Rao sahab. He had no choice but to let the Madras Hotel close. After running for seventy years, the lock was finally put on Madras Hotel. Though the Madras Hotel shut down, memories of its flavours remain alive forever in Delhi’s hearts and minds. “ I have fond memories of enjoying my Dosa and South Indian Thaali from the Madras Hotel from the early 1970s to 2000. It was such a pocket friendly place,” recalls author and Vaastu expert Dr. J.P. Sharma ‘Trikha’. People say that after the Madras Hotel closed, the fortunes of long-standing South Indian eateries at Andhra Bhawan’s canteen and Jantar Mantar soared. Times of India November 10, 2025

Is it true that Lord Vishnu had to stay in Patala Loka and marry five women of the Asura clan?

Is it true that Lord Vishnu had to stay in Patala Loka and marry five women of the Asura clan? This is a story from Shiva Purana. After the churning of ocean was completed, Gods defeated Asuras and made them flee. Few of them were killed by Lord Vishnu. Lord Vishnu chased them till Patalaloka. Beautiful Apsaras were born out of drops of nector. Lord Vishnu stayed with the Apsaras and begot few children who wrecked havoc in the world. Lord Brahma informed Shiva about this incident. Lord Shiva came in the form of a bull and killed the Asura sons of Lord Vishnu. A battle took place between Lord Vishnu and Shiva. 42. Protected by Viṣṇu, the gods gained victory. The Daityas fled and those who remained were killed by Viṣṇu and his associate gods. 43. The Daityas were deluded by the gods and Viṣṇu the great soul. Those that survived entered the nether regions. 44. The powerful Viṣṇu armed with his discus chased them even after they had gone to the ultimate end of Patala excessively frightened. 45. In the meantime Viṣṇu saw those damsels born of nectar sprays who were haughty due to their divine beauty and whose faces resembled the full moon. 46. Fascinated by the Cupid’s arrows Viṣṇu attained highest pleasure only there. He began to indulge in sexual dalliance with those women of exquisite beauty. 47. Viṣṇu begot of them sons of great exploits and valour, experts in various kinds of warfare, shaking the entire earth. 48. Those sons of Viṣṇu of great strength and valour wrought great havoc both in heaven and earth causing misery to all. 49. On seeing the great harm done to the worlds the gods and the sages approached Brahmā and informed him of this after bowing to him.[1] Lord Vishnu realizes that the bull is none other than Shiva. The war is stopped and Lord Vishnu returns to Vaikunta leaving Sudharshana Chakra in Patalaloka. Shiva then gives him new Sudharshana Chakra. 15. O lord of the gods, O ocean of mercy, O lord Śiva, I had been deluded by your Māyā and my mind had been confused. 22. My discus is here. I shall take the discus and return to my region abiding by your order with reverence. 23. On hearing the words of Viṣṇu, lord Śiva the protector of virtue in the guise of a bull, replied to Viṣṇu again. 25. I shall give you a discus more terrible than the sun at the time of dissolution and more efficacious than the words of Śiva. 26. After saying this Śiva created another blazing discus, as lustrous as the Kala fire, for the destruction of the wicked. 27. He gave the discus, as lustruous as ten thousand fierce suns, to Viṣṇu, the great Atman, the protector of the gods and the leading sages. 28. After securing another Sudarsana discus of more brilliance, Viṣṇu the foremost of intelligent gods spoke to the gods.[2] Image Courtesy: Google Footnotes [1] Harassment by Viṣṇu’s sons [Chapter 22] [2] The bull incarnation of Śiva (Vṛṣabha) [Chapter 23]

THE LAW OF LIMITATION

Good Morning!!! THE LAW OF LIMITATION Around the Year with Emmet Fox November 22 A young doctor and his wife were entertaining an elderly aunt. After-dinner coffee was served, whereupon the visitor said excitedly, “John, you know I cannot drink coffee! The nicotine in it keeps me awake all night.” The nephew said, “I assure you, my dear aunt, there is no nicotine in this coffee.” The aunt replied, “There is always nicotine in coffee, and it keeps me awake the whole night.” The host then said, “My dear aunt, I assure you upon my word of honor as a doctor, that there is no nicotine in this coffee.” The old lady, who had the highest regard both for her nephew’s professional qualifications and for his personal integrity, was satisfied; and thereupon drank three large cups of coffee, enjoyed them immensely—and slept like a top all night. Naturally, there can be no nicotine in coffee; the old lady meant caffeine. Of course, one does not approve of the deception employed— deception is never legitimate— but the story illustrates perfectly the power of good and bad suggestion. The old lady first made a law of limitation for herself, and then repealed it without any trouble. Why not start today and repeal some of the many such laws you are sure to have made for yourself. “If thou canst believe, all things are possible to him that believeth” Mark 9:23

“What goes around comes around.”

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road needing help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. She looked worried in spite of smile on his face. No one had stopped to help for the last hour. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you. He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.” Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles in the process. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid. Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, “And think of me.” He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he had the satisfaction of helping someone in need. A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan. After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for herhundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.There were tears in her eyes when she read what was written : “You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.” Under the napkin were four more $100 bills. Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, “Everything’s going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.” There is an old saying “What goes around comes around.”

And everywhere that Mary went,

The nursery rhyme you sang as a child was based on a real 9-year-old girl who saved a dying lamb—and accidentally made history. *"Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb..."* You probably sang it in kindergarten. Maybe you sang it to your own children. But did you know Mary was real? And so was her lamb? This is the true story behind one of the most famous nursery rhymes in history. In March 1815, on a cold morning in Sterling, Massachusetts, nine-year-old Mary Sawyer was helping her father with chores in the barn. They discovered that one of their ewes had given birth to twin lambs overnight—but something was wrong. One lamb was healthy and nursing. The other had been rejected by its mother and was lying in the straw, barely breathing, too weak to even stand. Without its mother's care and milk, the tiny creature was dying of cold and hunger. Mary's heart broke at the sight. "Can I take it inside?" she begged her father. Her father shook his head. "No, Mary. It's almost dead anyway. Even if we try, it probably won't survive. "But Mary couldn't bear to watch the lamb die. She pleaded with her father until he finally relented—though he made it clear he thought it was hopeless. When they returned to the house, Mary's mother agreed to let her try. Mary wrapped the freezing lamb in an old garment and held it close to the fireplace, cradling it in her arms through the long night. She didn't know if it would make it to morning. The lamb was so weak it couldn't even swallow at first. But Mary refused to give up. By morning, against all odds, the lamb was standing. Over the next few days, with Mary's constant care—feeding it milk, keeping it warm, nursing it back to strength—the little creature recovered completely. And then something magical happened. The lamb, whom Mary had saved from death, became utterly devoted to her. It recognized her voice. It came running when she called. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb truly was "sure to go. "One morning before school, Mary called out to her lamb as she was leaving. The lamb came trotting over immediately. Mary's mischievous older brother, Nat, grinned and said, "Let's take the lamb to school with us! "Mary hesitated—she knew it was against the rules—but the idea was too tempting. She agreed. She tried to smuggle the lamb into the one-room Redstone School by hiding it in a basket under her desk, hoping it would stay quiet. For a while, her plan worked. The lamb nestled silently beneath her seat as the lesson began. Then Mary was called to the front of the classroom to recite her lesson. As she stood and began to read aloud, the lamb suddenly bleated loudly and leaped out from under her desk, following Mary to the front of the room. The classroom erupted. The students burst into laughter at the sight of a fluffy white lamb wandering the aisles, bleating and looking for Mary. Even the teacher, Polly Kimball, "laughed outright"—though she gently told Mary that the lamb would have to go home. Mary, embarrassed but smiling, led her lamb outside to wait in a shed until school ended. She thought that would be the end of it—a funny story to tell at dinner. But someone else was watching. Among the visitors at the school that day was a young man named John Roulstone, a college-bound student staying with his uncle, the local minister. He was charmed by the sight of Mary's devoted lamb following her into school. The next day, John rode his horse across the fields to the little schoolhouse and handed Mary a slip of paper. On it, he'd written three simple stanzas:"Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went, The lamb was sure to go. It followed her to school one day, That was against the rule. It made the children laugh and play, To see a lamb at school... "Mary treasured that piece of paper. She kept it for years, along with the memory of the lamb she'd saved. The lamb lived to be four years old, bearing three lambs of her own before she was accidentally killed by a cow in the barn. Mary's mother saved some of the lamb's wool and knitted stockings for Mary, which she treasured for the rest of her life. But the story doesn't end there. In 1830, a well-known writer and editor named Sarah Josepha Hale published a collection called *Poems for Our Children*. Among them was a poem called "Mary's Lamb"—the same verses John Roulstone had written, plus three additional stanzas with a moral lesson about kindness to animals. The poem spread like wildfire. It was reprinted in schoolbooks across America. Children everywhere began singing it. By the 1850s, it was one of the most famous children's poems in the country. But here's where it gets even more remarkable: In 1877, nearly sixty years after Mary saved that lamb, inventor Thomas Edison was testing his brand-new phonograph—the first machine ever capable of recording and playing back sound. He needed something to recite to test if it worked. He chose *Mary Had a Little Lamb* "Edison's voice reciting those words became the first audio recording in human history. The poem that began with a nine-year-old girl's compassion became the first sound ever captured by technology. As for Mary herself, she lived a long, quiet life. She married, raised a family, and rarely talked about the famous poem until she was an elderly woman. In 1876, at age 70, Mary finally came forward to share her story publicly when she donated the stockings her mother had made from her lamb's wool to help raise money to save Boston's Old South Meeting House. She sold autographed cards tied with yarn from those stockings, telling the world: "I am the Mary. This is my lamb's wool. "People were astonished. The woman behind the nursery rhyme was real—and she was still alive. Mary Sawyer died in 1889 at age 83. Today, a statue of her little lamb stands in Sterling, Massachusetts, commemorating the day a nine-year-old girl's compassion for a dying animal created one of the most enduring stories in children's literature. The lesson of "Mary Had a Little Lamb" isn't just about a pet following its owner. It's about what happened before that—about a little girl who refused to let a helpless creature die, who fought for its life when everyone else had given up, who showed that kindness and determination can create miracles. Mary saved her lamb. And in return, that lamb gave her immortality. The next time you hear someone sing "Mary had a little lamb," remember: it wasn't just a nursery rhyme. It was a true story about a caring girl who taught us that compassion matters, that small acts of kindness ripple through time, and that sometimes the gentlest hearts change the world. Mary Sawyer: 1806-1889 The girl who saved a lamb—and created a legend.

Can a person still get married at 40?

Can a person still get married at 40? Better to avoid. At 40, you will either get a divorcee/widow of 35–38 with 1 or 2 children or a poor family girl of 20–22 yrs. By the time a person is 40, his life style and definitions of life are too rigid and marriage needs flexibility. Even the woman you were married to some 12–15 yrs ago seems more a responsibility/liability than an asset, by the time you turn 40+. And in option 2, marrying a 20–22 yrs old girl will result in becoming father at 42 which translates to the child just completing class 12 when you retire at 60. Woman’s life expectancy is generally 5 yrs more than man. So your young wife is expected to lead a widow’s life for 22–25 yrs after your death. So the conclusion is, close the chapter and join the RaGa/Sallu Bhai club.

Om Namoh Vasudevaya

When Lord Vishnu took the Varaha (boar) avatar, his height was 75,000 kilometers and his width was 40,000 kilometers. This enormous size was necessary according to the size of the Earth at that time, which was also around 40,000 km. According to ancient beliefs, in his Varaha avatar, he lifted the Earth from a cosmic ocean called Garbodaka Sagara, also known as the Cosmic Ocean, which is said to be one crore yojanas wide. This means the ocean was about 15 million kilometers wide. So vast that a thousand Earths could fit into it. Such a gigantic ocean can only be imagined by us. This is the same ocean where Mahavishnu rests, at an infinite distance from the Earth. The part of the ocean where he resides is called Kshira Sagara. Hence Vishnu is also called Garbodakashayi Vishnu, meaning Vishnu who sleeps in the Garbodaka Sagara. Another question arises: why did God take the form of a boar? Why not any other animal? The reason is that a boar resembles a wild pig. This creature often lives in mud and has a habit of digging deep into the earth. It can find things buried in soil or water with its snout and has a highly developed sense of smell. That is why he took the Varaha form, reached the bottom of the ocean near Hiranyaksha, and located the Earth by sniffing it out and digging through the rocks. Then he freed the Earth. Even then, in India, geography was called Bhugol, meaning “Earth” (Bhu) and “Round” (Gol) — indicating that ancient India already knew the Earth was round. In South India, there are many temples thousands of years old where statues of Varaha show the Earth as round. Meanwhile, in the 16th century, the Roman Catholic Church imprisoned Galileo for supporting the idea that the Earth is round and revolves around the Sun. Anyway… Today is Varaha Jayanti. Best wishes on this occasion. ॐ Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya Namah..🙏

When Shakuni resided for too many years in Hastinapur, who looked after his empire in Gandhar? Don't go by the script of television series. Shakuni was son of Subala of Gandhar, who was the king. Unlike misguiding narratives, Shakuni’s father and brothers weren't killed by Bhishma. Instead, Subala was very much alive, who also attended Yudhishthira's Rajasuya yagna. Shakuni never stayed permanently in Hastinapur. 'O descendant of the Bharata lineage! All of them were welcomed with honour--Dhritarashtra, Bhishma, the greatly intelligent Vidura, all the brothers with Duryodhana at the forefront, all the kings with the preceptor at the forefront, Subala the king of Gandhara, the immensely strong Shakuni, Achala, Vrishaka, the supreme warrior Karna, Rita, Shalya the king of the Madras, the maharatha Bahlika, Somadatta of the Kuru lineage, Bhuri, Bhurishrava, Shala, Ashvatthama, Kripa, Drona, Jayadratha the king of Sindhu, Yajnasena and his son, Shalva the lord of the earth… Chapter 256 (31), Rajasuya Parva, Section 24, Mahabharat On the other hand, his brothers (not 100 but 6) were killed during the battle. They fought from Kaurava side. Now coming to the answer, Shakuni never stayed permanently in Hastinapur. He was a usual visitor and guest. Ved Vyasa didn't find it necessary to add Shakuni’s duties and acts as the prince of Gandhar. Firstly, it wasn't necessary in the plot and added no actual weight to the script. Secondly, the epic's prime focus was showcasing the battle between cousins. Shakuni's presence in Hastinapur Surely there were a lot more things which happened in Hastinapur, but not every single detail is accounted in the epic. Only the major ones which were crucial for the narrative are added in the epic. Thus, as in most of the scenes between Shakuni and Duryodhana and his gang happen in Hastinapur, it seems Shakuni was always present in Hastinapur. In reality, the narrative where Shakuni is seen administering Gandhar, was not deemed necessary for the plot of Mahabharat. As for the administration of Gandhar was taken care by Subala who was the king. He was very much alive and not killed by Bhishma by starvation. Only necessary events which included Shakuni's presence in Hastinapur have been added, which doesn't mean he was permanently present in Hastinapur.

A POWERFUL TRADITION

Good Morning!!! God grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change; Courage to change the things I can; and Wisdom to know the difference. Thy will, not mine, be done. *~*~*~*~*^Daily Reflections^*~*~*~*~* November 25, 2025 A POWERFUL TRADITION In the years before the publication of the book “Alcoholics Anonymous,” we had no name……… by a narrow majority the verdict was for naming our book “The Way Out.” . . . One of our early lone members. . . found exactly twelve books already titled “The Way Out……” So, “Alcoholics Anonymous” became first choice. That’s how we got a name for our book of experience, a name for our movement and, as we are now beginning to see, a tradition of the greatest spiritual import. “A.A. TRADITION: HOW IT DEVELOPED.” pp. 35-36 Beginning with Bill’s momentous decision in Akron to make a telephone call rather than a visit to the hotel bar, how often has a Higher Power made itself felt at crucial moments in our history! The eventual importance that the principle of anonymity would acquire was but dimly perceived, if at all, in those early days. There seems to have been an element of chance even in the choice of a name for our Fellowship. God is no stranger to anonymity and often appears in human affairs in the guises of “luck”, “chance,” or “coincidence.” If anonymity, somewhat fortuitously, became the spiritual basis for all of our Traditions, perhaps God was acting anonymously on our behalf. ********************************************** Arrogance and Its Opposite A very tough-minded prospect was taken to his first A.A. meeting, where two speakers (or maybe lecturers) themed their talks on "God as I understand Him." Their attitude oozed arrogance. In fact, the final speaker got far overboard on his personal theological convictions. Both were repeating my performance of years before. Implicit in everything they said was the same idea: "Folks, listen to us. We have the only true brand of A.A. -- and you'd better get it!" The new prospect said he'd had it -- and he had. His sponsor protested that this wasn't real A.A. But it was too late; nobody could touch him after that. << << << >> >> >> I see "humility for today" as a safe and secure stance midway between violent emotional extremes. It is a quiet place where I can keep enough perspective and enough balance to take my next small step up the clearly marked road that points toward eternal values. GRAPEVINE 1. APRIL, 1961 2. JUNE, 1961 As Bill Sees It, P. 199

WHY WORRY?

Good Morning!!! WHY WORRY? Around the Year with Emmet Fox November 19 Nothing is really worth worrying about. Nothing is really worth getting angry or hurt or bitter about. Positively nothing is worth losing your peace of mind over. These important truths follow logically upon the following fact: You are going to live forever—somewhere. This means that there is plenty of time to get things right again if they have gone wrong. No matter what mistake you may have made, enough prayer will overtake it and cancel it. If those you love seem to be acting foolishly, you can help them with prayer to be wiser, and, meanwhile, if they suffer, it means that kindly nature is teaching them a lesson that they need to learn. But suppose something awful should happen? Well, what then? Suppose you lost everything and landed in the poorhouse. What then? Think what a wonderful demonstration you could make there, and you would probably learn several valuable lessons there, and, anyway, it would be quite interesting. Suppose the whole universe blew up. What then? When the dust settles, God will still be in business and you will be alive somewhere, ready to carry on. “Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee: He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved” Psalm 55:22

WHAT KARNA LEARNED FROM PARSHURAMA.

KARNA DID HAVE THE BRAHMASHIRA WEAPON! For a long time. People have debated whether Karna possessed such mahaastras or not. Today I would like to clear those doubts. First! KARNA’S SOURCE FOR THE GREAT BRAHMASHIRA WEAPON. There is only way for Karna to have this weapon. It is to get it from Prabhu Parshurama. Now did Parshurama have this weapon? He did! Source:−[Sarga] 27,Book:Bala Kanda−TheYouthful Majesties, Valmiki Ramayana After saying this, Śaṅkara taught him the Mantra (esoteric formula) that is extremely difficult to obtain and the following weapons etc. viz.—extremely miraculous coat of mail named Trailokyavijaya; the Brahmastra, Nāgapāśa (Serpentine noose), (missiles like) the Pāśupata which is very much inaccessible, Nārāyaṇāstra, the Āgneya (Arrow with the fìregod as deity), the Vāyavya (of the wind god), the Vāruṇa (of Varuṇa the ocean-god), the Gāndharva, the Gāruḍa, the extremely wonderful weapon Jṛmbhaṇāstra, the mace, the Śakti, the Paraśu (Axe) the trident and the excellent Daṇḍa (baton) So he definitely possessed such astras and could have definitely taugh these weapons to Karna. 2) WHAT KARNA LEARNED FROM PARSHURAMA. Karna basically learned all of Parshurama’s astras. Karna, Dronacharya, Bhisma and Ashvathma are stated to have the knowledge of all the Brahma weapons. Point to be noted: Only Vaikartana Karna specifically among these students of Parshurama received the Vijaya Bow and was stated to be Parshurama’s favourite student. Narada himself said that Lord Parashurama taught Karna everything about the Brahmastra which directly proves that Karna did possess Brahmashirsa. 3) KARNA’S OVERALL SKILL LEVEL! He basically was considered to be Parshurama’s best student. He is easily counted among the top Atirathas of the era. 4) BRAHMASTRA AND BRAHMASHIRA ARE VARIANTS OF THE SAME WEAPON! Both Vyasa and Arjuna refered to the Brahmashira weapon as a Brahmashtra. If they are indeed different,then why would the statment Stated that Arjuna knew how to withdraw “Brahmastra”? Now when King Parikshit was hit by the weapon, there are zero mentions of Brahmasira weapon, only Brahmastra. This is mentioned again, how Asvathamma used a “Brahmastra” to kill Parishit.

Kailasa Mansarovar Yatra

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EDGAR'S PARTY*

EDGAR'S PARTY* ================ Edgar, a 96-year-old man, says to his son: - Baby... (the child is 62). - Yes, Dad! Tell me. - I want to have a get-together with my friends and I'd like you to help me organize it. - Sure, Dad. Don't worry, I'll help. - Help me with what? - The party, Dad!!! - Ohhh yes!!! I'd already forgotten! That afternoon, the son calls his father into the kitchen and shows him a sheet of paper stuck to the refrigerator, instructing him. 1st - Serve coffee. 2nd - Serve sandwiches. 3rd - Serve soft drinks and beverages. 4th - Serve the cake. - Excellent. Now I won't have any more problems. - Thank you, my son! That afternoon, the friends arrived. None of them were under 80. Edgar, a good host, shows them the dining room and goes to the kitchen. And reads: 1st - Serve coffee. And he brings coffee to his friends. After a while of talking, Edgar, nervous, goes to the kitchen and reads again: 1st - Serve coffee. And he pours more coffee for them... It went on like this, four times. Finally, the friends leave. One of them whispers to the other as they leave the building: "Tito, did you notice? What a terrible host Edgar is... He didn't even give us coffee!!!" Tito replies: "Edgar? What are you talking about?" That night, Edgar's son returns to his father's house and is surprised to see that the sandwiches, drinks, and cake are untouched. He asks his father: "Dad. What happened?" * Edgar replies: "My son, you won't believe it!" The sons of bitches didn't come... Moral of the story: - *LET'S MEET NOW, WHILE WE STILL REMEMBER AND RECOGNIZE EACH OTHER...* Send this to your friends before you forget who they are. *HAPPY ACCUMULATED YOUTH DAY* A friend just sent it to me, but I don't remember who. 🤭🤣🤣🤣

Teacher, I’ve read so many books… but I’ve forgotten most of them. So what’s the point of reading?”

Teacher, I’ve read so many books… but I’ve forgotten most of them. So what’s the point of reading?” That was the question of a curious student to his Master. The teacher didn’t answer. He just looked at him in silence. A few days later, they were sitting by a river, suddenly, the old man said: “I’m thirsty. Bring me some water… but use that old strainer lying there on the ground.” The student looked confused. It was a ridiculous request. How could anyone bring water in a strainer full of holes? But he didn’t dare argue. He picked up the strainer and tried. Once. Twice. Over and over again… He ran faster, angled it differently, even tried covering holes with his fingers. Nothing worked. He couldn’t hold a single drop. Exhausted and frustrated, he dropped the strainer at the teacher’s feet and said: “I’m sorry. I failed. It was impossible.” The teacher looked at him kindly and said: “You didn’t fail. Look at the strainer.” The student glanced down… and noticed something. The old, dark, dirty strainer was now shining clean. The water, though it never stayed, had washed it over and over until it gleamed. The teacher continued: “That’s what reading does. It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember every detail. It doesn’t matter if the knowledge seems to slip through, like water through a strainer… Because while you read... Your mind is refreshed. Your spirit is renewed. Your ideas are oxygenated. And even if you don’t notice it right away, you’re being transformed from the inside out.” That’s the true purpose of reading. Not to fill your memory… but to cleanse and enrich your soul. (Source: Teacher Trixie's Corner)

*The Silence of the Bombs*

*The Silence of the Bombs* The poster was small, no bigger than a lunch menu, taped crookedly to the bulletin board outside the pathology lab. “Join the Caravan of Martyrs – JeM,” it read in green Urdu, a pixelated rifle printed underneath. October 27, 2025. 7:14 a.m. A third-year resident named Farooq noticed it while hunting for the duty roster. He peeled it off, folded it into his pocket, and forgot about it—until the CCTV footage landed on Inspector Vikram Rathore’s desk in Srinagar’s Rajbagh police station. Vikram was forty-one, divorced, and allergic to daylight. He watched the grainy clip on loop: a tall boy in a white coat, face half-hidden by a surgical mask, pressing the poster up with two fingers. The timestamp read 02:11 a.m. “Run facial,” Vikram told the constable. By noon they had a name: Dr. Adil Ahmad Rather, twenty-seven, Anantnag, topper in surgery, currently interning at Government Medical College. By dusk they had a locker key. Inside locker 214: one AK-47 wrapped in a blood-stained bedsheet, three magazines, and a Samsung phone sealed in a ziplock. The phone woke up with a single encrypted message still glowing: “Assets for Delhi. Prepare the doctor.” --- Saharanpur, Uttar Pradesh – November 6, 11:47 p.m. Adil was finishing rounds at Famous Medicare when the lights went out. Not a power cut—something deliberate. The corridor plunged into engineered darkness. Two CRPF men in plainclothes stepped from the stairwell. “Doctor sahab, aapka phone,” one said softly. Adil’s hand trembled. The phone was already in evidence. He earned four lakh a month saving lives. Tonight, he would learn how much a life cost to take. --- Adalaj Toll Plaza, Gujarat – November 7, 3:12 a.m. A white Innova cut across three lanes and braked hard. Gujarat ATS surrounded it in seconds. Dr. Ahmed Mohiyuddin Saiyed, thirty-five, Hyderabad, MBBS plus a diploma in toxicology from a university in Wuhan, stepped out with his hands already raised. In the boot: four litres of castor oil, a hot plate, and a notebook titled “Ricin – Yield Calculations.” He had underlined the line: *One gram aerosolized = 8,000 casualties.* He never got to the gram. --- Faridabad, Haryana – November 9, 4:05 a.m. The apartment in Dhauj village smelled of wet cement and fear. Haryana STF kicked the door. Inside: 350 kilograms of ammonium nitrate in rice sacks, thirty-one digital timers blinking 00:00, twenty-three detonators labeled *Made in Turkey.* And Dr. Muzammil Shakil, assistant professor of community medicine, Al Falah University, sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat, reciting the plan like a bedtime story. “Red Fort first. Then the temples—Hindu, Sikh, Jain. RSS shakhas. Sarojini Market on Sunday. Metro at rush hour. Twenty-five soft targets. Like Bombay ’93, but bigger.” His voice cracked only once, when he said the date: 26/11/2025. Seventeen years to the day Mumbai bled. --- Lucknow – November 10, 10:00 a.m. Dr. Shaheen Shahid opened her clinic late. Patients waited for the gynaecologist who once lectured at GSVM Kanpur, who delivered triplets at 2 a.m. and still found time to pray five times. NIA women officers waited too. They found fifteen lakh rupees in cash inside a baby-diaper box, an AK-47 under the ultrasound bed, and a voice note on her phone: “Jamaat-ul-Mominat is ready, sister. The girls will drive the cars.” Shaheen did not resist. She only asked, “Can I finish my chai?” They let her. It was cold anyway. --- Delhi – November 10, 6:30 p.m. The Red Fort Metro station smelled of fried momos and panic. Commuters surged toward the yellow line. A white Hyundai i20 crawled through the chaos, hazard lights blinking like a dying heartbeat. Inside, Dr. Umar Mohammad—MBBS, Al Falah, thirty—one hand on the wheel, the other clutching a Nokia burner. The last text he sent: “They’re inside the net. Allah forgive me.” 6:52 p.m. The i20 became light. Thirteen people became memory. Twenty-three more learned what shrapnel feels like in the lungs. --- Shopian, Kashmir – November 11, 2:14 a.m. Maulvi Irfan Ahmad was folding his janamaz when the IB team breached the mosque compound. Thirty-one years old, former paramedic at GMC Srinagar, now the voice that turned stethoscopes into detonators. His Telegram channel—“Medicos for Khilafah”—had 312 members. All doctors. All silent. He looked up at the rifles and smiled like a man who had already won. “Count the bodies you saved,” he whispered. “Then count the ones you didn’t.” --- Epilogue – November 13, 2025 In a quiet room with no windows, Inspector Vikram Rathore finally slept. Fourteen hours straight. He dreamed of a notice board in Srinagar, clean and bare. No posters. No blood. Just a small handwritten note in black ink: “Thank you for noticing.” *Outside, Delhi woke to headlines that screamed failure. Inside the files, the count was different: 2,900 kilograms of explosives that never left the ground. Thirty-one timers that never ticked. Twenty-three detonators that never sparked. And thirteen graves that could have been fifty thousand.* The city argued on television. The city never heard the silence of the bombs that stayed asleep.

Why does goddess Laxmi sit near the feet of Lord Vishnu and press his legs? Is this not anti-feminism?

Why does goddess Laxmi sit near the feet of Lord Vishnu and press his legs? Is this not anti-feminism? This is a beautiful symbolic message from Hinduism. Goddess Lakshmi is in 8 forms. Dhana, dhanya, santana, Vijaya, dhairya (Veera), vidya, gaja, Adi lakshmi. In this, people are more towards only ‘Dhana lakshmi form'. Money. They become slaves to that. This is a symbolic way to show however rich, wealthy one is, how humble they should be infront of God. Sharanagathi. It doesn't matter you are a male or female. Then what is anti feminism? Lakshmi born in ‘kshirabdhi’. Has all the wealth of this world. Still, she shows how humble she is. Goddess Lakshmi is the deity of wealth, which brings ego into any soul. Lakshmi represents matter or material wealth of this world. Still, she doesn't feel ego. Remains humble. Lakshmi is also the power of embodiment of Sattvam, which is for the knowledge and submissiveness before the Lord, Moksha pradata. It is not the question of male or female and husband or wife. It is the question of God and soul. Parabrahama and soul. Any soul irrespective of it's gender is considered as female form. Surrender to God. Purusha, prakriti. Two different forms of energy. We know ‘a leaf on which all dishes are served remains grounded '. An empty leaf flies away. They don't represent our normal male and female forms. Then what about other forms of lakshmi? Aggressive feminism? Mis guided feminism? Anti males? lord Vishnu doesn't have any role at all? If anyone thinks it's about feminism. A big Pranam to them.🙏 If at all it's anti feminism, they can be happy because Vishnu stays in his inlaws place. Ksheera sagaram.Her parents house. She is samudra Raja tanaya