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Walk through a garden. Do you see beautiful flowers? If they are beautiful to the eye and nose, then you must also label what is ugly. Describe a neighbor as a good person and another person becomes bad. Loud and quiet. Soft and hard. Before and after. The existence of each creates the other. Teach without word. Study and then forget. Let the tide ebb and flow.
Green tea is wonderful. There are many words that can describe its aroma, its flavor. I can tell you of the temperature of the tea as I sip it from its cup. The smells that fill my nose just as my tongue tastes the first drips. I can explain to you the benefits of the tea. But, you still have not experienced the tea. You only have a rude concept of what it might be. Unless you sip from the cup yourself, you are not experiencing the real. And this is true with the Dao.
her on SSSR : : charcoal,photoshop : : poster on SSSR
Her : : charcoal on A4 print paper.
The greatest of India’s Premiers, Jawaharlal Nehru said:
Laziness is the worst enemy of humans…
India’s ‘Father of our nation‘, dear Bapu, Mahatma Gandhi said:
Humans should learn to love their worst enemies…
*oops*
On the way, I met this guy, a designer, who told me about this site. “Just take a look”, he said and I did, half heartedly; but friends, I must tell you, I was flabbergasted. It was awesome; exceptional; creatively inspiring and overwhelming at the same time.
Typorganism is way too cool. I checked out each and every link in it and each one is an exceptional piece of creativity.
All stars to Typorganism. <*><*><*><*><*>
O beautiful flower,my Lord’s gift,
What is that which your eyes search?
You are that, where my life begins;
You are that, where it ends;
You came as the passing breeze,
And stayed as the life giving breath.You are my closest one,
And also my revenge;
You are the flower of love;
And the thorn too;
You are the body into which I was born,
And you are verily the soul that shall depart;
You are death
And the birth thereafter.You are my richness,
You are my poverty;
The poem that I lost,
And its mistakes,
Are nothing but you;
You are the light in the darkness,
You are the night’s tears;
You are my sky,
And the wings I lack;
This is my English rendering of a song from the Tamil movie “Kannathil Muthamilttal”(When you Kiss my Cheek).
Couldnt help it, the song’s beauty is such. 
Found an online test site, on the way; so what’s special about this one? This one checks how much nerdy you are.So couldn’t resist taking the test and know what? Me has been declared a “High Nerd“. Hmm…I think I knew it all through out..hehe 
Its just a set of simple questions, which you can click and answer. Here’s what they say:
13% scored higher (more nerdy), and
87% scored lower (less nerdy).What does this mean? Your nerdiness is:
High-Level Nerd. You are definitely MIT material, apply now!!!.
So, that’s that…and something for a secret nerdy-satisfaction of sorts. ;)
Here’s some marketing talk from the site:
Have you been recently called a geek, a dork, a NERD? Do you want to be a nerd, geek, or dork? Well, this test is for you! This highly advanced ‘test’ will determine once and for all how nerdy you are. Upon completion, you will be given a score (out of 100) as to just how nerdy you are, plus a nifty little graphic and link that you can share with your friends (if you have any) so they can see how they measure up!
Please note: Spelling errors are intentionel and are in play to sea if you pik up on them (i.e. the erors are their for a reason). So plaese, no more emails regurding speling. Thnx!
I am at…work.
I just ate…the all too famous ‘Dahi Chaat’.
I am worrying about…not having read the 3 books that I desperately wanted to read a week ago,and all those blank pages that are waiting to get painted or written on! help!?!
I am contemplating…on writing an epic tale of Love.
I am missing…my Mom’s cooking.
I am hoping…that I would get featured in the magazine to which I am about send some entries.
I am needing…some exercise; some Yoga; some meditation; some time with my Family.
I am smelling…fresh, printed paper.
I am avoiding…watchin TV.
I am sensing…a need for a long, nice vacation.
I am excited…for the International Travelling Sketchbook (the Book was my idea, and 5oup took it up; wow!)
Hello All,
Dunno how to say this but, that’s how it is…..I have been reading some Budhist teachings and it has affected me in a very subtle way…Silence seems to be embracing my self...and words seem scarce…all the inner torrents and mundane ramblings seem to have died down…
So that’s that…I was wondering how I could share all those Budhist content with all you guys, when I stumbled upon this wonderful content; it was right there on the Matrix site…
Hope this gives you a glimpse of Silence that is in offer…
The Problem of Samsara. Even the title of the film evokes the Buddhist worldview. The Matrix is described by Morpheus as “a prison for your mind.” It is a dependent “construct” made up of the interlocking digital projections of billions of human beings who are unaware of the illusory nature of the reality in which they live and are completely dependent on the hardware attached to their real bodies and the elaborate software programs created by AI This “construct” resembles the Buddhist idea of samsara, which teaches that the world in which we live our daily lives is constructed only from the sensory projections formulated from our own desires. When Morpheus takes Neo into the “construct” to teach him about the Matrix, Neo learns that the way in which he had perceived himself in the Matrix was nothing more than “the mental projection of your digital self.” The “real” world, which we associate with what we feel, smell, taste, and see, “is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain.” The world, Morpheus explains, exists “now only as part of a neural interactive simulation that we call the Matrix.” In Buddhist terms, we could say that “because it is empty of self or of what belongs to self, it is therefore said: ‘The world is empty.’ And what is empty of self and what belongs to self? The eye, material shapes, visual consciousness, impression on the eye — all these are empty of self and of what belongs to self.” According to Buddhism and according to The Matrix, the conviction of reality based upon sensory experience, ignorance, and desire keeps humans locked in illusion until they are able to recognize the false nature of reality and relinquish their mistaken sense of identity. Drawing upon the Buddhist doctrine of Dependent Co-Origination, the film presents reality within the Matrix as a conglomerate of the illusions of all humans caught within its snare. Similarly, Buddhism teaches that the suffering of human beings is dependent upon a cycle of ignorance and desire which locks humans into a repetitive cycle of birth, death, and rebirth. The principle is stated in a short formula in the Samyutta-nikaya:
If this is that comes to be;
from the arising of this that arises;
if this is not that does not come to be;
from the stopping of this that is stopped.
The idea of Dependent Co-Origination is illustrated in the context of the film through the illusion of the Matrix. The viability of the Matrix’s illusion depends upon the belief by those enmeshed in it that the Matrix itself is reality. AI’s software program is, in and of itself, no illusion at all. Only when humans interact with its programs do they become enmeshed in a corporately-created illusion, the Matrix, or samsara, which reinforces itself through the interactions of those beings involved within it. Thus the Matrix’s reality only exists when actual human minds subjectively experience its programs.
The problem, then, can be seen in Buddhist terms. Humans are trapped in a cycle of illusion, and their ignorance of this cycle keeps them locked in it, fully dependent upon their own interactions with the program and the illusions of sensory experience which these provide, and the sensory projections of others. These projections are strengthened by humans’ enormous desire to believe that what they perceive to be real is in fact real. This desire is so strong that it overcomes Cypher, who can no longer tolerate the “desert of the real” and asks to be reinserted into the Matrix. As he sits with Agent Smith in an upscale restaurant smoking a cigar with a large glass of brandy, Cypher explains his motives: “You know, I know this steak doesn’t exist. I know that when I put it in my mouth, the Matrix is telling my brain that it is juicy and delicious. After nine years, you know what I realize? Ignorance is bliss.” Cypher knows that the Matrix is not real and that any pleasures he experiences there are illusory. Yet for him, the “ignorance” of samsara is preferable to enlightenment. Denying the reality that he now experiences beyond the Matrix, he uses the double negative: “I don’t want to remember nothing. Nothing. And I want to be rich. Someone important. Like an actor.” Not only does Cypher want to forget the “nothing” of true reality, but he also wants to be an “actor,” to add another level of illusion to the illusion of the Matrix that he is choosing to re-enter. The draw of samsara is so strong that not only does Cypher give in to his cravings, but Mouse also may be said to have been overwhelmed by the lures of samsara, since his death is at least in part due to distractions brought on by his sexual fantasies about the “woman in the red dress” which occupy him when he is supposed to be standing alert. Whereas Cypher and Mouse represent what happens when one gives in to samsara, the rest of the crew epitomize the restraint and composure praised by the Buddha. The scene shifts abruptly from the restaurant to the mess hall of the Nebuchadnezzar, where instead of being offered brandy, cigars and steak, Neo is given the “bowl of snot” which is to be his regular meal from that point forward. In contrast to the pleasures which for Cypher can only be fulfilled in the Matrix, Neo and the crew must be content with the “single-celled protein combined with synthetic aminos, vitamins, and minerals” which Dozer claims is “everything the body needs.” Clad in threadbare clothes, subsisting on gruel, and sleeping in bare cells, the crew is depicted enacting the Middle Way taught by the Buddha, allowing neither absolute asceticism nor indulgence to distract them from their work.
