Post mortem to the present moment

Some people have the view that if they take up the past for contemplation they can somehow learn from it and solve the problems of the past. However, one should understand that when one gazes at the past, one is invariably looking through distorted lenses. Whatever one thinks the incident/experience was like, in the present moment it is not quite like that. This is why people have arguments about what actually happened, even a few moments ago. It is well known to police who investigate traffic accidents that even though an accident may have happened only half an hour ago, two different eyewitnesses, both completely honest, will give two different accounts. Our perception is personal and therefore the memory that arises out of it is relative. If one considers just how unreliable such memory is, then one will not waste mindspace thinking about the past. Then one can let go. One can bury it, cremate it, commit the ashes to the winds and be done with it. There is no meaning in lingering in the memory of the past. Why carry the coffins of dead moments in your head? If one does, then one is weighing oneself down with heavy burdens which do not really belong to him/her. Let all of the past go and you have the ability to be free in the present moment. The only organ of the human anatomy that the past deserves is the middle finger.

Stuffed Tiger Tiger not burning bright anymore

My good travel companions, my world in the background (Ooty town)

View from Texmo House

thought for the day:

Sent at 11:52 AM on Friday
Ashok:
'The goal of meditation is the beautiful silence, stillness and clarity of mind'
Often with meditation there will some hard work at the beginning
...
but be willing to bear that hard work knowing that it will lead you to experience...
some very beautiful and meaningful states
of being
far removed from the ordinary day to day experiences
...
with which we inflict unbearable pain upon ourselves
and that gives us reason to feel miserable so we hate our jobs, people around us, the world in general, the traffic situation, the weather, and all else we cannot control
phew
what a complex web we weave around ourselves

Tiger Tiger Burning Bright

Returning from Ranipet on Old Madras Road

OJ's on a strict diet: Jeans and Shoes

Sanjay's latest acquisition

I'll call him OJ (One-eyed Jack)

View from the Coonoor-Mettupalayam Road

This rocky hill has been teasing me for many many years

I'll climb her someday

Same Same but another time

View out of the window of the JW Marriot

Kwon at the end of our Songkran bout with the flower girl

Chico, me, Jack and Jip

The King of Soi Cowboy

Soi Cowboy

Songkran Splendor below Sala Daeng Station

Traditional Thai dance

View from the window at The Oriental Mandarin, Bangkok

(That's the Chao Phrya river)

Saying "See you soon" to the sun on the shores of Sanya

Imagine the fun

Icy morning in Detroit

Izzy, Taz and Sanjay

Black Cats?

Izzy and Sanjay totally lost in conversation

Jolin, the absolutely sweet and extremely hospitable waitress who waited at our table for four nights fighting hard to understand instructions in english coming from 11 inebriated souls in Sanya.