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when you cross over to the other side of the bridge you realise the change in perspective has occurred. a mountain turns back into the original mole hill once you have climbed over and gone past it. actual dimensions of the mountain seem to suddenly shrink from the perceived insurmountable height to something easily achievable. isn't it much true of all problems that become larger than life when times are not going too well? once we face them head on, with faith in the heart and brave through the so called tough patch keeping our chin up and head straight, looking surely into future while feet firmly grounded on the present. we take one step forward with commitment to overcome our own limitations, iron out any kinks and decide to re-write our own destiny, letting the grace of master do its magic, without even once doubting its ability to make us rise and shine to our own created situation and deal effectively with it, making us much stronger and mature in the process. when it dawns...

Divine has a plan. Always there is a plan working in the background. A big picture not very difficult to visualise for a silent saint. It is creating a kind of deep untouched passionate yearning somewhere inside I cannot reach. Somewhere I wish I could forever be. Somewhere far off in the darkest layer of a thick forest. I wish to fly there and be. In the noisy de-stabilising churning movement of the race one finds oneself sucked in every now and then, where is the space to stand back and stare blankly at the crowds, gaze at stars or enjoy the flow of a river from its bank. Somewhere at the end of the road, somewhere beyond the horizon, beyond the milky way, perhaps leading towards end of universe.... . or beyond! Looking at whats going around, taking part in the flow of events, being the drop in the waterfall that follows the others with the fall to make it right into the splashy puddle of water body surrounded by rocks below, splurging, rising, simmering with a glitter of sun peircin...

chalo chalo lets do the dhamaal niklo gharse karne ko kamaal siddarth ke sang dein duniya ko rang bramh naad ki udayein milkar patang ek patakha Guru ne choda kuch mittha kuch khattha thoda tum bhi chakhlo ho jao sang hum to rangen ab unke ke hi rang ek nahin, SITAR hazaar bajenge satyug ke kayin dwaar khulenge apni apni dhun main gaaoo sab ko bramh ka naad sunaaoo chalta hai ab nahin chalega sabko shaamil hona padega aaj abhi main mauj manao apne saath auron ko laaoo jo hum sabke hain itne pyaare sabko unke dikhlaaoo nazaare ik ik kar kaarvan badhaaoo tum bhi aao unko bhi laaoo sone ki chidiyon ka dera sapno ka ho saakar basera dhyaan lagaao, abhyaas badhaaoo khud jago auron ko jagaoo hone ko hai naya sawera jo tera kuch nahin hai mera delhi hilaaoo, NCR ghumaaoo, chahe sare jagko batlaaoo nayi daud mein bhaago bhagaaoo is dharti ko swarg banaaoo jo chhootein unhein haath pakad kar saath le aaoo bas saath le aaooo abhi hanskar WOH hmmmm kahenge lo chodo phir saans bharenge kann k...

United we stand, divided we fall, some of us dwarf, others a bit tall, some doing big things, others small, now is the time for HIS call, to celebrate differences yet do it all, Bramh Naad will make history and go you will remember it for how much you grow fasten your belts and jump in the show so shall you reap as much you sow for there are only 14 days left to go!

Everything around is in a sort of dance. Like snakes intertwined in opposite direction, DNA moves in a helix structure. Blood moves through the arteries and veins pumped up to the lub-dub of beating heart. Sensations transmit electrical charge across neurons, carrying messages to and fro from senses to brain via central nervous system. Breath carrying energy and toxins moves in and out of the lungs, rejuvenating the body. Humans like bubbles floating atop a wavy ocean, dance up and down to the tune of love. Butterflies swarm the flowers in an attempt to suck divine nectar. Planets move around the sun, moon moves around the earth. Milky way moves in a spiral inside a galaxy, the universe has so many stars spinning around their axis. Synchronised vibration of all pores making each cell pulsate to divine charge, gives rise to once in a million lifetime happening. BrahmNaad (21st Nov, 6pm, Sector 32, Noida) is a rare opportunity to witness anything close to the music of life. Dance to ...

Today we rocked Shipra Mall, Ghaziabad and are all set to shake Noida from its epicentre ATTA tomorrow. Donald ducks will dance outside MacD, Atta, Sector 18, Noida on Sunday, 16th Nov 2008 6:00pm to the tune of Siddarth's Sufi Strings . This ends the series of Rock Satsangs held over last few weeks to create BrahmNaad Awareness and we would like you all to be there and make it the GRANDEST so far. Your presence will enhance the beauty. Let us gather to showcase our powerful presence and inspire onlookers to jump in. If you cannot c onvince them, c onfuse them, if you cannot confuse them, c onspire to i nspire them with m usic. JAI BRAHMNAAD!!!

http://in.youtube. com/watch? v=YT7velSnfKk Guruji's talk on Brahmnaad 2008- 21 st Nov 2008. - A translation Both, Music and spirituality bring harmony in life. Meditation brings silence within and brings music from the soul. Whereas, good music brings calmness to the mind, and gives rest and strength to the body. It has always been my liking to make the impossible, possible. Whenever I said, that many Sitars will be played simultaneously, people always told me, that is impossible…it can never happen. I said, “The power of Yog makes possible what seems impossible.†When so many sitars play at the same time, it is not just Sound ( Naad ), it is Divinity - Brahmanaad. We are a nation of a billion people. We should be able to find 1000 sitar players from within Delhi . But this did not happen. We had to search for them from all over India and bring them together. This shows that we have ignored our music and culture. We are not giving as much importance and priority as...

If myth is infact a word, it is not the meaning it denotes or that one understands behind. if it is not a word but infact the meaning it indicates, what is myth anyways? a word or what you think what it denotes or what it actually denotes, that somebody defined in the websters dictionary or decided to use as a way to express what was intended to be expressed, and what makes you certain that there was no mistake committed in making it mean what it was originally meant to mean? seems like words are themselves a myth, which means there is nothing called myth, nothing called a word, nothing that you are seeing written here, nothing that is flowing from somewhere deep inside called me, through that called keyboard, inside a laptop, now appearing on this screen which was sometimes ago appearing exactly like this on another laptop screen, somewhere in space, time or beyond, and something called email, made it all appear in your mailbox that you accessed a while ago to read what was written s...

When you close your eyes and sit down comfortably to meditate into nothingness you are actually getting ready to plug into the largest unseen reality that abounds everything in and around us. that massive divine light which radiates from within as if from nowhere to everywhere and yet nowhere shows us the glimpse of something that is beyond words, beyond lights of million suns, radiance of billion moons, unlimited energy, unbound something you recognise as bliss anand, peace joy or something similar represented by other words..... how can i share with you what is so personal, what is the only experience worth sharing, the only truth worth contemplating , the only light worth displaying, the only music worth humming, the only lyric worth singing, the only story worth narrating, the only gossip worth indulging in, the only tune worth playing.... meditation is the best worship for it shows you that what really IS, that what you are, that what we all are made up of, that what we came from ...

Opposites values are complimentary. Sounds familiar? Yes if there was no night, would one ever appreciate a day? If life went on a smooth track all the while, would it be fun at all? What would darkness mean without light? What would deep silence mean if there was no noise around sometimes? What would good mean without a bad? What would high be without a low? What would thin be without a fat to compare with? Isnt it funny that everything we perceive the way we do, is because there is an exact opposite way it can also be perceived? When life is going on a low ebb, does it not mean it will soon turn into a high one? Well whenever I expereinced a low rough patch in life, it always appeared as a passing phase, soon to be overcome by something nicer, being hatched up while the low ebb lasts. Sometimes it gets really difficult to continue on with this kind of a perspective, but keeping an unmoving faith always paid off in the end. The longer it lasts, the more time next higher one gets to ha...