Memories of Mount Waverley..

April 25, 2010

Some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths are so painful only shame can help you live with them. Some things are so sad, that only your soul can do the crying for them.

David G Roberts.

(Remember though – if fate doesn’t make you laugh, then you just don’t get the joke!)

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A letter from Abraham Lincoln to the head master his son’s school…

April 25, 2010

The beauty of expression. The gravity of the essence.
Another one of mom’s greatest introductions to my life.

Abraham Lincoln, the 16th president of the united states of America (1861 – 1865) is one of the world’s great statesmen for all time. Here is a letter written by Abraham Lincoln to the head master of his school in which his son was studying, a letter so typical of the man who bore malice towards none and had charity for all.

“He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just, all men are not true. But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero: that for every selfish politician, there is a dedicated leader.
Teach him that for every enemy there is a friend. It will take time, I know a long time, but teach, if you can, that a dollar earned is of more value then five of found.

Teach him, to learn to lose, and also to enjoy winning. Steer him away from envy, if you can, teach in the secret of quiet laughter.

Teach him, if you can the wonder of books, but also given quiet time wonder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun, and flowers on the green hillside.

In a school teach him, it is far more honorable to fail than to cheat. Teach him to have faith in his own idea, even if anyone else tell him they are wrong.

Teach him to be gentle with gentle people and tough with tough. Teach him to listen to all men, but teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth, and take only the good one that comes through. Teach him, if you can, how to laugh when he is sad. Teach him there is no shame in tears.

Teach them to sell his brawn and brain to the highest bidder but never to put a prize tag on his heart and soul.

Teach him gently, but do not cuddle him, because only the test of fire makes the fine steel. Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself because then he will always have some sublime faith in mankind.

This is a big order, but see what can you do.
He is such a fine little fellow, my son!”


Invictus

April 25, 2010

by William Ernest Henley (1849–1903)

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


Streets of Philadelphia

April 24, 2010

I was bruised and battered and I couldn’t tell What I felt I was unrecognizable to myself I saw my reflection in a window I didn’t know My own face Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin´away On the streets of Philadelphia I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone At night I could hear the blood in my veins Black and whispering as the rain On the streets of Philadelphia

Ain’t no angel gonna greet me Its just you and I my friend My clothes don’t fit me no more I walked a thousand miles Just to slip the skin
The night has fallen, I’m lyin awake I can feel myself fading away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss Or will we leave each other alone like this

On the streets of Philadelphia


The Lost Years.

April 18, 2010

Don’t miss your step on a cloudless night, my father once told me. But I did, and we all do sometimes. Some more often, and some few. Its said how we trip over our own feet sometimes.

Here’s a few wisdom words from Ajahn Brahm to help you on your way. Simple, yet invaluable..

When we come to the cross roads and we are unsure what direction to take, we should pull over to the side, have a break and wait for a bus. Soon, usually when we least expect, a bus arrives. On the front of a public bus is a sign in big bold letters indicating where the bus is going. If that destination suits you, then you take it. If not wait, There’s always another bus behind.

(Note from yours truly: Just remember to read that sign board with wisdom. Looks and words both can be very deceiving.)

If you had a truck load of dung in front of our house and we know that we did not order it, then there are 2 ways of dealing with it. We could carry it around with us. Some in our pockets, some in our heads and some down our pants. When we do that, we tend to loose a lot of friends, family and even loose ourselves. But then there is the alternative. When we are dumped with  truck-load of dung, we have a sigh, and then get down to work. We borrow a barrow, the folk and spade. Tiring and difficult work, but it is better than complaining ourselves into depression. Day after day we dig in the dung. Day after day, the pile  gets smaller. Sometimes it takes days, and sometimes years, but the morning does come when the dung in front of our house is  all gone. Furthermore, a miracle has happened in another part of our house. The flowers in our garden are bursting out in richness of colour all over the place. Their fragrance wafts down the street so that the neighbours, and even the passers by, smile in delight. Digging in the dung is a metaphor for welcoming the tragedies as fertilizer for life.
technically, the glass is always full

A middle aged prisoner in my meditation class in jail asked to see me after the session. ‘Brahm’, he said, ‘I wanted to tell you that I did not commit the crime for which was locked up in this jail. I was innocent. I know many crims might say the same and be lying, but I am telling you the truth. I wouldn’t lie to you. I began to think how unfair this was, and wonder how I could mend this terrible injustice. But he interrupted my thoughts.
With a mischievous grin, he said, ‘But Brahm, there were so many other crimes where I wasn’t caught that I guess it is fair.  I doubled up laughing. The old rouge had understood had understood the law of karma.

The law of karmas should not be mistaken for fatalism. There are some who have had miserable ingredients to work with in this life. They were born into poverty, possibly abused as children, not clever at school, may be disabled and unable to play sport. But the few qualities they did have they put together so well that they baked a mighty impressive cake. I admire them greatly. Then there are others, who had the best of ingredients, yet, they wasted their young lives with drugs and alcohol. Half of karma is the ingredients we have to work with. The other half, the most crucial part, is what we make of them in life. If you are going to sweep, just give it everything you’ve got.

The French philosopher-mathematician Blaise Pascal once said, ‘all troubles of man comes from his not knowing how to sit still’ (and when to sit still).

A friend’s daughter was around four or five years old. One morning, she asked her mum for a saucer of milk. her busy mother was pleased that her daughter wanted to drink milk, so didn’t think that much about why she wanted it in a saucer, rather than in a glass.

The same happened, at the same time, for the next few days. The mother never actually saw her daughter drink  the saucer of milk, so she began to wonder what the child was up to. She decided to secretly follow the little girl.  In those days, nearly all the houses were raised off the ground on stumps. The little girl went outside the house, knelt down next to the side of the building, put down the saucer of milk, and softly called out into the dark of spaces underneath the house. In a few moments, out came a huge  black tiger snake. It began drinking the milk, with the little girl smiling only a few inches away. In terror she watched until the snake finished the milk and went back under the house. That evening, she told her husband on his return from work. He told his wife to give their daughter a saucer of milk again tomorrow. He would fix things. Same time the next time, as soon as the big tiger snake appeared from out of the darkness, there was the cracking explosion of a gun close by. The force of the bullet threw the the tiger snake against one of the house stumps, splitting apart its head in front of the girl. Her father stood up from behind one of the bushes, and put away his gun.
From that point on, the little girl refused to eat. In the old man’s words, ‘she started fretting’. Nothing the parents could do to make her eat. She had to go the district hospital. They couldn’t help her either. The little girl died. The father might as well just have shot his little girl, when he blasted to death her friend, in front of her eyes.

There is an alternative to grief. My own father died when I was only sixteen. He was, for me, a great man. He was the one who helped me find the meaning of love with his words, ‘whatever you do in your life, Son, the door of my heart will always be opened for you’. Even though my love for him was huge, I never cried at his funeral service. Nor have I cried for him since. I have never felt like crying over his premature death. And it took me many years to understand my emotions surrounding his death. It was as if a great concert has finally come to an end. I was, as it were, shouting loudly, ‘More, more!’ when it came to the close to the finale. When I walked out of the crematorium at Mortlake, at the end of the service, into the cold London drizzle – and I remember the drizzle clearly – knowing that in my heart that I would probably not get to be with him again, that he had left my life forever, I did not feel sad. Nor did I cry. What I felt in my heart was, ‘what a magnificent father! What powerful inspiration was his life. How lucky I was to have been there at the time. How fortunate I was to have been his son. As I held my mother’s hand on the long walk into the future, I felt the very same exhilaration as I had often felt at the end of one of the great concerts in my life. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Thank you, dad.
Grief is seeing only what has been taken away from you. The celebration of a life, is recognizing all that we were blessed with and feeling so very grateful.

One of the most priceless of teachings that helps with depression, is also one of the simplest. Depression is a prison that many of us pass through. But that too shall pass! It also avoids one of the greatest causes of depression, which is taking the happy times too much for granted.

-Bodhinyana Forrest Monastery
Perth, Western Australia.

And finally, here’s the golden rule from me. Trust no one, as much as you trust yourself. But if you are lucky, I mean real lucky, and are blessed with wise and intelligent parents – just trust them more than you trust yourself!

Bertrand Russell said.., “The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt.”


an Empire State of Mind it is..

April 16, 2010


Oooh oooh, New York (2x)

Grew up in a town, That is famous as a place of movie scenes Noise is always loud There are sirenes all around And the streets are mean If I could make it here I could make it anywhere That’s what they say Seeing my face in lights Or my name in marquees found down Broadway Even if it ain’t all it seems I got a pocketful of dreams Baby, I’m from

Chorus

New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of There’s nothing you can’t do Now you’re in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Hear it for New York, New York, New York

On the avenue, there ain’t never a curfew Ladies work so hard Such a melting pot on the corner selling rock Preachers pray to God Hail a gypsy cab Takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger For more than from an empty fridge I’m going to make it by any means I got a pocketful of dreams Baby, I’m from

Chorus

New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of There’s nothing you can’t do Now you’re in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Hear it for New York, New York, New York

One hand in the air for the big city Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty No place in the world that can compared Put your lighters in the air Everybody say yeah, yeah yeah


Welcome 2010!!

December 31, 2009

I’ll say it here again.

The opposite of courage in our society is not cowardice, it is conformity. – (Author: Rollo May)


Google Roams Australia for Street View Re-take

November 9, 2009

About time too!

Whoa, we just noticed property listings on maps.

HINT 1: Please update Werribee Center Link location. The last time I followed your advice  got almost copped frantically looking for Center Link down Princess Highway!

Hint 2: PointCook is not more the land with shepard and sheep. Apart from the most awesome looking newly built town center, there’s quite a few new townhouses that’s come up as well. And you no longer have to exit BoardWalk Bvd and come back in order to get to Forsyth road freeway exit. LOL.

And don’t forget to give us a call when you are around, we are the friendly neighbours 🙂


Beautiful You Are, Always in My Eyes..

October 20, 2009

You came and you gave,
happiness..

You showed what love was,
Showed me a whole new world..

Will stand by you forever,
And never let go.

To my dearest darling daughter, with love – Mom.


Setting Up Virtual Hosts in Windows

August 17, 2009
  1. Open up the main Apache main configuration file to enable virtual hosts.
    C:\wamp\bin\apache\Apache2.2.11\conf > open httpd.conf > enable virtual hosts (uncomment Include conf/extra/httpd-vhosts.conf)
  2. open hosts file and edit the text to include the new domain –  e.g.  127.0.0.1 ayanthi.anandagoda.tv
    Go to C:\WINDOWS\system32\drivers\etc
  3. Add a new entry in httpd-vhosts.conf to point to the new document root.
    C:\wamp\bin\apache\Apache2.2.11\conf\extra > open httpd-vhosts.conf

    <VirtualHost *:80>
    DocumentRoot “C:\wamp\www\ayanthi.tv”
    ServerName ayanthi.anandagoda.tv
    </VirtualHost>

Thanks Thilanga for your generous help.