The snake rescue

Today morning a large rat snake got coiled in n mesh an d was resced by a few animal /snake lovers .We were not in a position to document the spectacle but here are a few snaps of the spectacle.In the end we were successful but the ferocity of the dart precluded a focused concerted activity of the camera and the human brain and hence the fine moments were lost to posterity

.In the court of Akbar Badshah ( `Badshah', loosely translated, means `emperor'), there was a musician called Tansen. He used to enthrall everyone in Akbar's Court with his superb performances. Once, after such a rendition, Akbar started praising him sky-high and said, "There can be no-one else in this world who can sing so well". Tansen disagreed, saying he knows of a hermit who lives in the jungle on the banks of Yamuna river who is far superior and that Tansen himself has learnt music from him for sometime. Akbar, who could not believe this, wanted to listen to this hermit in order to judge for himself. Since the hermit did not want any publicity, it was decided that Tansen will take Akbar near the place where the hermit lived and they should listen to his music without creating any disturbance.

They set out one day and reached the jungle near the river Yamuna, where, at a distance, they saw the hermit's hut. As the sun was setting on Yamuna, with all Nature at peace, the hermit came out his hut, sat on a rock facing the river and started singing. Akbar could immediately see that this was music of a completely different class which Tansen could never produce.

On their way back, Akbar queried, "Tansen, you say he taught you music; clearly, he has held back some techniques from you".

"No", said Tansen. "I know all the technical aspects of music he does."

"But, Tansen, then how do you account for such difference in quality ?"

"It is simple. He sings for Yamuna while I sing for Badshah".

Dry Drops

Gestures of civilised parting betray emotions of profanity when confronted by sleet of pain.Garbles of fate are prosecuted in the crucible of karma and the humane elves intend on the knowledge pastled out in the yogics fail to comprehend the script of the healr.Left confounded in the parish of the obscure cartons of the abbyss take turnkey affairs in the part of the grand drama of the self and eternal gurus are stymed in the pcituresque harizons of existence

The say

Senses benumb at diagnosis,a vacant gaze into infinity driving questions at the supreme somewhere in the horizon waiting for an answer that never will come.The fabric of self is stretched to the limitand pertinent meanings whither away into nothingness as the dawn of reality nears.Poor selves like tightened strings they try to operate with ease and to oblivion it extends

Beauty

A thing of beauty is a joy forever ,
Its lovliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness;
But still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing."
- John Keats


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Kerala in Monsoon -This is the thekkady sanctuary time and the earth are in tranquility

Priority

Our coffee room is just opposite the Medical Oncology Op and when the door opens we are treated to a view of the section of patients.Upteen times in the coffee room at 11 am the discussion hovers round the state of th eart mobile phones-ipods and the most expensive cars in the market and when the door opens when each physician enters we get a glimpse of the multitude waiting for an appointment and few realise the meaning of the word priority-

1. his priority is getting an appointment ,
2. raising money for chemotherapy
3. getting ready for the bad news
4. bracing for the bleak future
5. loosing someone who is very dear to you
6. gropinh with loneliness
7. Pennuary

While inside the priorities are

1. the latest mobile phone
2. The latest car
3. Novel gadgets
4. Clothes

Probably this disparity is what is the mayhem called life