tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14050386356716827032024-03-14T01:53:01.873-07:00A Better WorldMy contribution to make this world a better place.Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-39771951752930847492015-10-18T21:56:00.002-07:002015-10-18T21:56:47.483-07:00Root V - ConstantEverything around is changing. Surroundings are changing E.g. Mountains are growing / shrinking, rivers are flowing. Body is changing E.g. every cell in the body has died and been replaced. Thoughts are changing E.g. likes / dislikes are changing, beliefs are changing. Life is moving towards death and from death springs new life.
At the first sight it seems that 'Change is the only constant'. Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-57746408880688099482012-08-20T09:09:00.002-07:002014-05-08T07:29:12.106-07:00Root IV: 'I' Thought
Root of thought(s) is the 'I' thought. It is implicit in everything that is thought of, everything that is said and everything that is done.
If ('I' exists is believed to be true) or ('I' is defined) then
- 'I Do' layer exists
- 'Mine' and 'Not mine' layer exists,
- World is real
Else
- 'I Do' layer does not exist
- 'Mine' and 'Not mine' layer does not exist
- Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-78358634581844924562012-06-16T03:25:00.001-07:002014-05-05T07:09:31.161-07:00Root III: Change in Root thoughtIn ancient times there arose a king who was known for his brutality. It is said that he killed his 99 brothers and several hundred ministers during his ascendance to the throne. Ascending the throne he expanded his empire far and wide.
And then he fought the greatest battle of his life. This battle raged for days killing 100000 soldiers and civilians who rose up in defense of the city.Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-47171893952670929452011-10-04T09:37:00.000-07:002014-05-08T07:21:50.765-07:00Root II: Root is the foundationThe tower had collapsed. All the hard work done by everyone involved was now useless. The king was furious. My vision of building the tower that will take me to the moon has been destroyed he thought. He had to find a scapegoat.
You workers did not do a good job of construction! roared the king. But sire we are the best and the most passionate workers in the entire kingdom said the workers. How Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-91571578915044968732011-07-16T11:20:00.000-07:002014-05-08T07:21:32.909-07:00Root I: Getting to the rootThe Vindhya range geographically separates the country into northern and southern part. The two villages at the foot hills of the Vindhya, one on the north and other to the south, have been inhabited from times immemorial. They have been friends, enemies and rivals at different points in time in the history.
Today the villagers like to talk about the golden past. One story that is often Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-29823934973511206872010-10-15T12:38:00.000-07:002014-05-05T07:19:13.754-07:00ChooseIt was 5 pm in the evening. A stranger from far away land reached the village outskirts. A huge structure was being constructed at that very place. Hundreds of workers were working hard to complete the construction.
The stranger went to a worker who was sitting on a rock. The worker was tired. What is being constructed here? asked the stranger. I don't know and I don't care said the worker. I Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-74887356472732949192010-08-25T07:37:00.000-07:002012-09-25T04:25:07.928-07:00MotiveAs they were getting down from the rickshaw, the driver volunteered to pick up their luggage. That in itself was a strange sight. Under normal circumstances you always end up convincing the rickshawala on why the total fare should be far less than what he is demanding. But not in this case. Irfan carried the luggage and accompanied them to the hotel. But there was no accomodation available. He Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-12848797905145301332010-06-19T10:52:00.001-07:002012-09-25T04:25:32.689-07:00MinuteOnce you cross this field, beyond the bridge is your destination said the man working in the field. Thanking him we were walking briskly to witness the finals of the football tournament in the neighbouring village. Come on we don't have time to pick up that mango. The match is just about to start.
It was one of the most awaited moment in recent days. Everyone in the village was talking about it.Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-53794873422952133542010-04-03T01:01:00.001-07:002012-07-30T11:34:52.760-07:00A StrollIt was noon and I was walking towards home. I was looking for a way to quench my thirst when I saw a fruit vendor selling tender coconuts. Immediately I started walking towards him.
He was sitting beneath a huge mango tree on a little home made seat. Behind the tree was a small house surrounded by a hedge. His elderly mother was sitting in the verandah cleaning rice. There was a little tailor Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-14101428574247672532010-02-21T03:37:00.000-08:002010-02-21T03:41:51.165-08:00ScorecardIt was truly a nail biting finish at the Eden Garden’s. I was reading an article that was describing the last few moments of the game in a ball by ball manner when I realized something. No, not that the team was assured of the numero uno spot for the year. Nor the fact that the team was assured a large sum of money. I was looking at the score card. Four players had scored a century each. Three Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-8481638331067217922010-02-08T20:39:00.000-08:002010-02-08T20:42:10.456-08:00RespectAs we stepped into the college we were greeted by a humble person in mid 60's. After the initial greetings we were served tea and biscuits. We then began introducing ourselves. He was the final person to speak. He had achieved a lot over the years winning several awards and recognitions. Then at the age of 58 or so he had decided to leave all that glory and had come to the college with one Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-78139398652677856722010-02-02T10:24:00.000-08:002010-02-02T10:27:52.292-08:00StarThe sun had set and in no time it was dark. We were still trying our best to find the lost cricket ball in the bushes. Why did he have to hit the ball so hard at this hour? A few of us were complaining. After much struggle we were still not able to find it. Finally we decided to come back early in the morning to continue our search.Five of us were then strolling towards home. Look at the moon oneVishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-60845707475503341452010-01-25T22:56:00.000-08:002010-01-25T23:03:36.904-08:00CoinI met them exactly after one year. Just as before we were engrossed disucssing various errands we had undertaken in the last one year. While I was engrossed mostly with work and re-creation they had come to realize the limitations of old age and were learning to adjust to this new adventure. Yet our conversation's always had something for me to learn. They had reached the bank 15 minutes before Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-73888463789359719582010-01-02T10:22:00.000-08:002010-01-02T10:26:00.144-08:00TipToday I saw a unique collection. A collection of excellent emails spanning 10+ years. For about an hour or more I was reading through the stories, jokes, optical illusions, puzzles, historical events, speeches etc. Among all of them one story really stood out.The story begins with a young child walking into an ice cream shop. He asked the attendant for the cost of the popular chocolate ice cream.Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-55986965531077521862009-12-23T04:27:00.000-08:002009-12-23T04:31:25.079-08:00The PackIt was the eve of a festive occasion. Everybody in the house was busy attending to the relatives who were visiting us. Four of us, two in sixth and two in seventh standard, were climbing the steps in stealth mode. Our errand was to open a huge glass container kept near a window on the first floor and taste the liquid inside. The liquid happened to be a crystal clear form of liquor. We had reachedVishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-82157583860775607272009-11-25T19:39:00.000-08:002009-11-29T09:49:30.933-08:0026/11Over the past one year the horrific incident of 26/11 has been analyzed at length in various dimensions by every one, the media, political leaders, military strategists and even by the common man (like me) over the lunch and dinner table.Today the memoirs of that incident bring forth several mixed thoughts:- Lazy bums in the intelligence agencies and the government who did nothing to stop the Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-17358192984367171712009-06-27T22:01:00.000-07:002009-06-27T22:05:42.181-07:00RaceWinning is all that matters, thundered our table tennis coach. For the next few days we were trying to win every single thing we did. Being the first to get into the school bus, quarreling to sit on a particular sit in the school bus, crowding at the classroom door to be the first to go out of class, fighting to be the first to drink the tap water after playing and competing for every little Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-61107251715019694652009-05-10T22:34:00.000-07:002009-05-10T22:36:26.145-07:00Sour GrapesThe sun was scorching the earth. On such a hot summer day a fox was wandering about to quench his thirst. Then his eyes were fixed on a bunch of grapes on a vine. Ah! that’s what I need he said. He ran towards the tree to grab the bunch lest others see it. The vine had climbed a long way up and the grapes were out of his reach. So he tried to jump but could not reach them. He then took a few Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-57950973602232508332009-03-29T13:19:00.000-07:002009-03-29T13:22:22.145-07:00ReactionOn Monday we will start looking at 'Chemical reactions' announced our teacher as he closed the reference book. Two or more substances interact to transform from one form to the other he said. Just then it was time to leave for home. We left the class noisily and went straight to the playground. For a while the thought about 'Chemical reactions' was out of my mind. But as I sat in the school bus IVishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-21332089892058998852009-03-07T01:20:00.000-08:002009-03-07T15:04:05.715-08:00Stop.The Discovery channel was airing a man who was annoying a poor snake. There was a group of people around the man who was enjoying every bit of what the man was demonstrating. I wondered how they would have felt if the same man was poking at them or holding their neck with the same instrument in the name of studying.The old house had the most beautiful scenic surroundings. It was surrounded by a Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-43439401832938727772009-02-06T10:47:00.000-08:002009-02-16T10:34:36.198-08:00CourtesyWe had traveled for about 32 hours without much rest. We were tired, impatient and in a foreign country. Now, we were waiting in a queue that stretched too long. We knew that we would miss the connecting flight. It happened just as we were animatedly cursing our travel agent for the pathetic travel arrangements. A man, wife and child at the end of the queue had been called out before the others. Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-36698487156252937272008-12-28T22:44:00.000-08:002008-12-28T22:49:03.854-08:00Desecration.The atmosphere in the village had turned volatile. A mob had gathered. Most of them were armed with sticks. Some with stones. They wanted revenge. They wanted to beat up the neighboring villagers for desecrating the statue of an erstwhile leader. Me and my friends were all out supporting the mob and wanted to witness the fight. In spite of an appeal from a few whom we referred to as cowards, the Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-87726950131440116442008-12-14T20:55:00.000-08:002008-12-14T21:23:07.987-08:00Story.Another year had gone by at school. The next year would bring a myriad of changes that we were not ready for. We were gripped with uneasiness and doubts had crippled our mind. We had a lot of discussions on coping up with the changes but did not find any satisfactory answer. As we were not making any headway, we decided to talk about it to our teacher.He was citing examples of various other Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-45515344687141583312008-11-23T01:41:00.000-08:002008-11-23T01:47:03.908-08:00Treasure.A clang had been enough to excite the entire village. The news had spread like wild fire. Rumors had also been doing the rounds. Everyone was talking about it. He had struck something. Some said it might be a trunk full of gold. Some were of the opinion that it might be a bag full of diamonds. Each one of us had a spectacular view on the contents of the trunk. Me and my friends wished for some Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405038635671682703.post-49980324092964777082008-11-15T12:24:00.000-08:002008-11-17T00:42:03.821-08:00Gift.It was announced that our gift for this year was to plant twenty three trees. One each for each child in the village. We were disappointed. I had been expecting some toys and so did the others. We were unhappy to receive the news and launched a strong protest to no avail. The annual gift day in our village had been a disaster for us.Twenty three seedlings had been bought to the village. The soil Vishal Pai Vernekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10127652546977295598noreply@blogger.com0