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Ten inch

Bliss

Jd in Advance course. The radhakunj lake side view. . .

City lights.

I don't know what brings me back to this city heartland again and again. I love being here, taking a glimpse of places where i used to pick my smokes and have my share of beer. Its not like i miss doing it. I dont. I would love to go to the same place and order for fruit juice and sweet pan just to see that confused look on the people who wonders what a weirdo i am. Nothing in me has changed. My love for non veg has changed into paneer and mushrooms, from beer and alcohol to mocktails and lassi and from cigs to meditation. I also, don have a single soul waiting and wailing for me begging me to come spent time together. Still being here is different. I don know what makes brigade road, church street and mg road carries. My ashram is thousand times more peaceful, beautiful and calm. Perhaps its the contrast which makes these streets endearing. . . Let these light shine bright!

Guruji addressing farmers of karnataka

More than 5000 farmers assembled in the ashram

Kerala sadhya (feast) menu

Time to come to kerala folks! :)

Family

Mom's youngest sister's house. The adjacent house to the newly built one.

Aunts new house.

Three of my mom's siblings have made their homes within their inherited plot. . . The retirement home. . . :)

My Mini forest

The land that is there at my mom's place. Its really awesome place. Wish to make a cottage over here without disturbing the place. . . Its not that big too. About 7000 sq land. Any suggestions?

The way back home.

Going home has never been so relaxed. Going home for the purpose of being with folks has never happened in ages. I have almost forgotten, how it felt like- when the monsoon usher in life to my home and our little garden, the simple hearted nearby villagers who still call you by your oldest pet name, the serenity of the roads that lead to temples and just being at spaces which still carries memories of childhood. home is where i wish to come back to. Longing to see, the space which has subtle impressions of my life. . .

Sumeru flower

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Know this game?

Stick car? Its amazing to know there still exist simple kids with around.

Paintings on the walls of panchakarma centre.

Came for pulse diagnosis (nadi pariksha). In this diagnosis, just by checkin the pulse of the person, the doctor will tell you what exactly is going wrong in your body with specific detail. The treatment also is advised.

The balloon seller

For her, sixty seconds of red signal is business time. She gets a couple of these balloons and once she sells it fully, she inflates it during the green signal. . . I could write so much about more, but not now . .

With Brian in their office

With sharanya's shades . . . Shakthi music in background. . .

Paper for recycle.

Elegant press. The left over paper, after cutting are segregated and sent to recycling unit.

Any template for writing resignation letter?

Mail me or reply.

Arabic satsang

Today yet again, the moroccons, iraqis, pakistanis, and iranians sang in satsang. . .

The three levels of my existence

This is my room within the room. My life is more or less dependent on its three layers. The basement is the place for my suitcase, extra pair of footwears and sometimes things fallen from the above two floors. Dust gathers very fast on this level. My other two room mates, who stays in their own rooms, within our room, do broom it every alternate day while i sleep on its first floor. This floor is the arena for the most important activity in my life. Sleep. Seldom used as movie watchin table, with my feet stretched, trying to keep itself warm, on to the adjacent room; of our room. It also used as ironing table as well as dining table. The top floor holds all the essentials of my life. Toileteries, washed clothes, to be washed clothes, washed but not pressed and finally washed and pressed clothes, helmet, film dvds, newspaper and others. Its been one year and four months since i have been rectangled by this funny structure. My bunker bed. There is so much joy living within it as i have realised today, my life is beyond it. In the last 5 years my place, my room, my temporary abode has always been gettin smaller and smaller But life has new found meaning and depth. . .

Prashant p s

The most senior designer in the ashram. In charge of design of the art of living magazine, dvd titles and others . Works in publication division.

Rajeev nambiar

He is the head of publication division of the art of living.