We are in the last leg of preparations for the pilgrimage to Parthi, and all things are falling in the wrong places. In between my monumental task of being a good father and the lesser responsibilities of life like running a company, the coordination for this pilgrimage is whelming. But, for those who realize it, the song of life is not sung by you. By the time you have figured out that you were but the echo, you have ceased to be the echo. Such is the dance of duality.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Last day but 24 hours
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SABN (SR) decided to embarked on a journey to read Praveen's blogs from the beginning i.e since its inception, with the sole aim of tranforming SABN's half baked knowledge to organised confusion and if possible attempt to decrpyt the method behind the madness of Praveen's intelligent thinking.
ReplyDeleteAs the new journey began, I had a chance to look at some of the old posts, which are nothing short of awesome (also perhaps to the point of humbling anybody reading it), which made one wonder if Praveen's literary prowess is anything self made. I am now convinced some are born great, some acquire greatness, in Praveen's case it is (literaryly and literally) greatness thrust upon him by the Swamy!
SABN has decided to become an understudy, a spiritual slave to Praveen's blog remembering the antediluvian pronouncement- He who cannot be a slave, cannot be a master!
Hail the literary Hitler- Praveen!!