Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Sounds of water

I grew up in a village very near bodies of water-ocean, river, water falls. The sounds of water stir one's soul to be attentive. It brings consciousness to nature, melody, and order. The waves creates art in large and small ways. The sound of the surf can keep one awake or asleep. There is beauty and power in the ocean.
It means progress and terror.It is mysteriously wonderful.

Monday, September 12, 2011

To think better

"The mental grasp of this extra personal world within the frame of our capabilities presented itself to my mind, half-consciously, half-unconsciously,as a supreme goal. Similarly motivated people of the present and the past, as well as the insights they achieved, were friends who could not be lost."-Albert Einstein

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Remembrance and Forgiveness

10 years ago, on September 11-a memory of all memories of a day. Today-a day of remembrance and forgiveness.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

The bird

Between the green leaves a bird hides.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011


I finished reading The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro. The story is a butler's recollection of a life narrated while he was travelling in the English countryside on his vacation with a side trip to visit a former housekeeper. He asked, What does it means to be the best butler?" What does it means to be the best in one's profession? What is dignity? These are some of the ideas he touched in his narration.I extracted few lines from the novel. The narrator was seated on a bench in a pier
watching the diminishing light of the day when a gentleman seated next to him spoke- "You've got to enjoy yourself. The evening's the best part of the day. You've done your day's work.Now you can put your feet up and enjoy it..." Later on the same page: "Perhaps, then, there is something to his advice that I should cease looking back so much, that I should adopt a more positive outlook and try to make the best of what remains of my day." The butler's self discovery at the end even was a surprise. The author wrote in subtle and subdued tones and with full of insights.

Monday, September 5, 2011

the fishermen

The boats come out from behind the thinning veil of darkness, gliding over the surface of the river, creating musical twinkles of breaking water. Dawn prepares the strong mind. Up the river the sun clears top of the trees, the fly fishermen stand alongside each other, their minds quiet like the fish.

Saturday, September 3, 2011


On our return home from Oregon, driving on Highway 101 through Elk Valley, we passed by a small herd of elk feeding. The animals aroused curiosity and admiration . Everyone wanted to take a picture which included me.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Waves and more waves.

I'm sorry I have not written anything for the last several days. I had been away and enjoying the Oregon coast without any access to the internet. Sleeping in the tent and walking on the beach every day. There was one day we were riding jet boat in the Rogue River, Gold Beach.We saw a black bear, herons, fly fishermen,an eagle and ospreys and their nests. Outdoors and the canyons with Douglas firs, alders and evergreens. And of course the river.