<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758</id><updated>2012-01-09T00:17:38.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters From India</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-2748285838832601745</id><published>2012-01-07T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T00:17:38.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Community in the Making</title><summary type='text'>I include below a short photo essay by Maitreyi Cooper of building progress at our community in the countryside outside of Pune, India.  Nayaswami Maitreyi and husband Michael are devotees from the UK, who left their families to live in Ananda's Kriya Yogashram, last September. Michael has taken on the role of Maintenance Manager for the community's varied projects, incuding overseeing the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/2748285838832601745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/2748285838832601745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2012/01/community-in-making.html' title='A Community in the Making'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bemZNvvKjiQ/Twkwee5mszI/AAAAAAAABZU/xjuVp7TMrmo/s72-c/111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-5748866323351976287</id><published>2011-12-08T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T03:32:41.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FDI in Retail: Is Walmart Coming?</title><summary type='text'>Every foreigner residing in India discovers things don’t work the same here as they do back home, especially if “home” is America or Europe.  You have to learn a new way of navigating the tasks taken for granted elsewhere: where to buy groceries or any of the things needed to furnish your home, how to get around, how to hire someone to fix things or find the basics needed to do the job yourself, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/5748866323351976287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/5748866323351976287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2011/12/fdi-in-retail-is-walmart-coming.html' title='FDI in Retail: Is Walmart Coming?'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3htWyootNOI/TuCD62IDroI/AAAAAAAABYI/XUqXmXyFA8Q/s72-c/blog-croma.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-4234029330159171258</id><published>2011-07-01T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T08:29:02.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flood of Books</title><summary type='text'>The monsoon reached Delhi last Sunday with a drenching three hour downpour.  The dry earth soaked it up as fast it came down and two days later it rained again.  On Wednesday Priti from the Dihika School phoned  to tell us two feet of water was in her basement and our Publications Department's books were getting soaked.  Grabbing all hands available--cook, cleaner, guard, maintenance and our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/4234029330159171258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/4234029330159171258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2011/07/flood-of-books.html' title='A Flood of Books'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yx7y_2VbGVY/Tg2E8J1ahXI/AAAAAAAABSU/cDvFogwIB9Y/s72-c/Mickey%2Band%2BRingkesh' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-4483384457239336831</id><published>2011-06-16T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T04:36:05.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wishing Tree</title><summary type='text'>I stopped by The Wishing Tree last week to buy a couple of gifts for when I go to the USA in July.  It had been a year or two since I had last visited Ananda's "boutique" in the Metropolitan Mall in Gurgaon, and I was impressed by how beautiful the store is now and what a nice, peaceful vibration it has.  The colors are so attractive and the displays nicely arranged. "Uncle" Vijay has done a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/4483384457239336831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/4483384457239336831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2011/06/wishing-tree.html' title='The Wishing Tree'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IjRrfdWZBBE/TfneOsZskiI/AAAAAAAABPg/RttBK5PXA6k/s72-c/vijay%2Bat%2Bdesk%2B%25232%2B9-7-2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-7872342295548291063</id><published>2011-05-29T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T23:52:43.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guru Kripa</title><summary type='text'>This is a story told to me by Jasbir Singh, a friend of Ananda Sangha in Gurgaon and the owner of a fabric shop in the Qutab Plaza Mall, a short distance from our Gurgaon ashram. 

I was first introduced to Swami Kriyananda in 2004.  At that time, I had made kurtas for a few of the  Ananda monks and one day a group of them came to my shop and said that Swami Kriyananda wanted to meet me. I had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/7872342295548291063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/7872342295548291063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2011/05/guru-kripa.html' title='Guru Kripa'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdio15FCHUQ/TeM95aV2f4I/AAAAAAAABPU/RrE3AHrUbvs/s72-c/Jasbir%2Band%2BBrigadier%2BSingh.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-9008185423793026557</id><published>2011-05-10T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T03:57:04.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Gurgaon</title><summary type='text'>Sadhana Devi and I shifted last month to Gurgaon from Pune after being away since 2008.  In our absence, the Ananda center/ ashram went through significant changes, making our return like coming back to a different place.  Even Delhi seems to have changed for the better but my guess is that these transformations are more an outward projection of what has happened within me.  I’ve changed.  Our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/9008185423793026557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/9008185423793026557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-in-gurgaon.html' title='Back in Gurgaon'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FjZkw9vORlc/TcohKnrAVII/AAAAAAAABNo/ApKf46lEQdg/s72-c/ashram%2Bfront2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-3971747437529280106</id><published>2011-01-28T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T02:51:02.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Price of Onions</title><summary type='text'>The price of onions doubled in December to over Rs.50/kg, causing an agony of hand wringing and finger pointing in the press. What started as a minor price fluctuation became over the course of a month the focus of a national debate. What was going on?  Why so much talk about onions?  
On the surface, it might appear to be simply about onions but like many things in India, it’s complicated.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/3971747437529280106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/3971747437529280106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2011/01/price-of-onions.html' title='The Price of Onions'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TUO-04EzU1I/AAAAAAAABLk/Kl_SWL-EQ-8/s72-c/punjab-farmers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-5574081958613053222</id><published>2010-12-29T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T00:03:30.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Community Building--Lessons Learned</title><summary type='text'>On the 23rd, Dharmadas and Nirmala led our annual Christmas meditation at the community in Watunde Village, thirty kilometers outside of Pune.  As I sat there, I couldn’t help but gaze from time to time out the window from Swami Kriyananda’s home to the hillside below.  It’s changed so much from when I first arrived that it’s hard to believe it’s been only a little over two years.  It seems much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/5574081958613053222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/5574081958613053222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2010/12/community-building-lessons-learned.html' title='Community Building--Lessons Learned'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TRsLWyFce1I/AAAAAAAABJI/UBsXKyW0kN0/s72-c/guest%2Bhouse%2B2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-1654463487334166320</id><published>2010-11-29T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T04:49:19.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wagah</title><summary type='text'>At the height of the British Raj, North India extended from the Bay of Bengal to beyond the Kyber Pass, encompassing a vast swath of territory that had been ruled by a long succession of dynasties, sultanates, and emperors.  Because the mountains block the north and deserts are to the southwest, and because the flow of the Ganges is to the east, the natural movement of peoples has been in an east</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/1654463487334166320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/1654463487334166320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2010/11/wagah.html' title='Wagah'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TPOXao4M2nI/AAAAAAAABHg/hikC67aae5Q/s72-c/300px-International_border_at_Wagah_-_evening_flag_lowering_ceremony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-5490093454213001888</id><published>2010-11-05T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T09:42:45.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Giants Win</title><summary type='text'>As some of you know, I grew up as a sports fan in California and remain, to this day, a fan of the San Francisco Giants baseball team.   My dad took me to my first game in 1955 when the Giants played an exhibition game in L.A. against the Cleveland Indians.  Willie Mays became my hero and I was hooked.  Thank God the Indians didn't have a star player like Willie or I might still be rooting for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/5490093454213001888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/5490093454213001888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2010/11/giants-win.html' title='The Giants Win'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-6583416775423771706</id><published>2010-10-27T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T03:56:08.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Temple of Amritsar</title><summary type='text'>It takes less than six hours by train to travel the 450 kilometers northwest from Delhi to Amritsar in the state of Punjab.  Gazing out the window at the passing landscape, it’s easy to see why this region has long been considered the “breadbasket” of India, tempting waves of invaders through the ages.  Nature has blessed Punjab with fertile soil and abundant water from the five rivers that cross</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/6583416775423771706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/6583416775423771706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2010/10/amritsar.html' title='The Golden Temple of Amritsar'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TMg2byko2CI/AAAAAAAABGg/KL5BvYuyaJo/s72-c/Golden+Temple+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-4655134983245251550</id><published>2010-09-22T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T03:29:17.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganesh Chaturthi</title><summary type='text'>Today is “Submersion Day,” the closing of Ganesh Chaturthi, the ten-day festival of Ganesha.  To cries of “Ganpati Bappa! Morya!,” statues of Ganesh were paraded to the Mutha River for immersion in the fast flowing water, dissolving the earthly form temporarily inhabited by the Divine and releasing Him back into the Infinite.  Many came as families lovingly carrying their small household idols to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/4655134983245251550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/4655134983245251550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2010/09/ganesh-chaturthi.html' title='Ganesh Chaturthi'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TJnJjvkOEoI/AAAAAAAABEg/tG5OvSHBwo8/s72-c/ganesha+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-6630686238931086342</id><published>2010-09-08T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:38:15.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jugaad</title><summary type='text'>(The Photos are of Pashan Gaon, where we live in Pune.)Jugaad is a word that characterizes an approach to life in India.  Roughly translated, it means “improvisation” or “an ability to make do” in the midst of challenging circumstances.   It can be thought of as the spirit that says, “No problem” when the lights go out, the water tap is dry and the roads are flooded again.  It’s the village </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/6630686238931086342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/6630686238931086342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2010/09/jugaad.html' title='Jugaad'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TIe5z7cftkI/AAAAAAAABDk/xZ521_RTdUM/s72-c/IMG_1846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-8031904059955743503</id><published>2010-08-23T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T04:16:48.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Trip To Delhi</title><summary type='text'>Last week, Sadhana Devi and I flew to Delhi for our annual pilgrimage to the Foreign Registry Office in Gurgaon to renew our visas. In most circumstances, I’m not a fan of the national capital, much preferring Pune for its weather, friendlier atmosphere and all-around ambiance.  Yet, for once, I have to say I found Delhi beautiful.  It was the cleanest I have ever seen it and very green after the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/8031904059955743503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/8031904059955743503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2010/08/short-trip-to-delhi.html' title='A Short Trip To Delhi'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/THI0yLmrdeI/AAAAAAAABCI/IS-2Z3LBLSE/s72-c/Immigration-at-New-Dehli-Airport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-7310329412441312018</id><published>2010-08-05T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T06:12:15.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Land Progress during the Monsoon</title><summary type='text'>The rain dance has begun,The cripple is dancing,The old have thrown away their staffs,The cattle have stood up,The calves are runningIn joy-filled circles.              HYMN TO THE MONSOON-GODDESS              S. D. PrasadI’ve written before about the monsoon so please forgive me if you find this repetitive but I find it such an enjoyable time of year that I can't help but remark upon it again. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/7310329412441312018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/7310329412441312018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2010/08/land-progress-during-monsoon.html' title='Land Progress during the Monsoon'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TFwE88uQ3sI/AAAAAAAABBU/Tvc87bX9Etc/s72-c/getting+out+of+the+rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-5086648512154720528</id><published>2010-07-13T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T01:01:06.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Aditya and the Clinic - Part 2</title><summary type='text'>The following is the second half of a two part interview with Dr. Aditya Gait, a resident medical doctor and member of Ananda’s Kriya Yoga Community in the countryside outside of Pune, India. Dr. Aditya is also a Brahmachari member of the Ananda Renunciate Order. J: There are good hospitals in both Pune and in Lavasa, but what sort of medical facilities are in the neighborhood of Ananda? Are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/5086648512154720528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/5086648512154720528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2010/07/dr-aditya-and-clinic-part-2.html' title='Dr. Aditya and the Clinic - Part 2'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TD1Ljgty_wI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/X9Jaq741X2M/s72-c/Aditya+and+Devendra+for+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-4208006157381818083</id><published>2010-07-07T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T04:26:12.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Aditya Gait and the Clinic - Part 1</title><summary type='text'>Aditya Gait is a member of Ananda Sangha helping to build a “Kriya Yoga Community” in the countryside outside of Pune, India. He trained as a medical doctor before joining Ananda and is now beginning a medical clinic to serve the needs of local villagers and community members. Aditya is a brahmachari member of the Ananda Renunciate Order and, in addition to his medical service, is actively </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/4208006157381818083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/4208006157381818083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2010/07/dr-aditya-gait-and-clinic-part-1.html' title='Dr. Aditya Gait and the Clinic - Part 1'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TDV3WpYUE7I/AAAAAAAAA-g/MRasIr4w8HI/s72-c/Aditya+Gait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-7784718542152653104</id><published>2010-04-04T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T00:42:53.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Burn or Not to Burn</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;That is the question.If you should drive to our property in the months of March and April, you will see the villagers harvesting sugarcane, wheat ripening, bullocks plowing fields, blackened hillsides and a hazy sky. If driving at night, you might even see a glow of grass fires, a common feature of the hot season in Maharashtra as farmers ready their fields for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/7784718542152653104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/7784718542152653104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-burn-or-not-to-burn.html' title='To Burn or Not to Burn'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/S7mLilO8NFI/AAAAAAAAA74/dAkD7jl3yLQ/s72-c/fire+above+houses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-7841262229920725707</id><published>2010-03-04T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:09:41.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mud Trucks</title><summary type='text'>Driving to Watunde Village each morning, it’s not unusual to see large trucks headed the other way into town, loaded with soil destined for landscaping projects at the many construction sites throughout Pune.   Day by day, without pause, topsoil is strip-mined from the  countryside to feed the growth ofIndia's cities, leaving behind a moonscape of gouged pits and subsoil fields.  No one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/7841262229920725707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/7841262229920725707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2010/03/mud-trucks.html' title='Mud Trucks'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/S5BwKqGYPhI/AAAAAAAAA64/z0SUsalk6gw/s72-c/IMG_1659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-3889773775718041708</id><published>2009-10-19T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:50:11.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping it legal</title><summary type='text'>It seems that every Ananda community, whether in Assisi, California, Seattle or India, must deal with the problems of government regulations, bureaucratic oversight, difficult neighbors and legal hurdles.  Things are no different in Pune although I find the form these take here to be more entertaining (or exasperating) than I’ve been accustomed to expect.   &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/3889773775718041708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/3889773775718041708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2009/10/keeping-it-legal.html' title='Keeping it legal'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/StyF9th-A9I/AAAAAAAAA6A/uLha433W3Qk/s72-c/Village+labor+crew+on+steps+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-5125105624695681642</id><published>2009-07-19T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:01:28.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsoon</title><summary type='text'>Along the western coast of India, passing through the states of Kerala, Karnataka, Goa and Maharashtra into Gujarat, is a range of low mountains called the Western Ghats.  Compared to the Sierras they are rather tame, going up to only 5000 feet further south of here and reaching only half that around Pune.   The Ghats block the westerly winds off the Arabian Sea to create a rain shadow on their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/5125105624695681642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/5125105624695681642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2009/07/monsoon.html' title='Monsoon'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/SmMiqsuK5_I/AAAAAAAAA5o/oi9c4jxDjvg/s72-c/planting+rice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-2591018336672306618</id><published>2009-03-25T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:51:19.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhoomi Puja</title><summary type='text'>My first assignment upon arrival in Pune last November was “to do the needful” regarding our land project and prepare the site by 1 March for our inauguration ceremony, a “Bhoomi Puja.” That date had been set months before and plans were in motion for a hundred guests to arrive for a major weekend retreat. To get everything ready in time, we needed to get busy.   &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/2591018336672306618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/2591018336672306618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2009/03/bhoomi-puja.html' title='Bhoomi Puja'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/Scn-EMrwrBI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cZA8cCEnzok/s72-c/3-1-2009+Land+Dedication+%2831%29++copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-3239481504493472641</id><published>2009-02-11T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:43:16.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><summary type='text'>There was an incident in the city of Mangalore in southern India that recently stirred up a national controversy, revealing  tensions swirling beneath the surface of modern Indian society.  It seems that a group of thugs associated with the Sri Rama Sena, a conservative social/political group, ransacked a local nightclub and roughed up a group of women seen drinking on the premises.  Their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/3239481504493472641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/3239481504493472641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-1943331368148300696</id><published>2009-01-08T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:20:59.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations on Driving</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Sadhana Devi’s first impression of India was of her ride from the Delhi airport to Gurgaon. This was before the new expressway was built, with the road still narrow, bumpy and chaotic.  It was late at night and I was escorting her to the ashram through four lanes of interweaving traffic, bumper-to-bumper and moving at a snail’s pace.  “Traffic’s bad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/1943331368148300696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/1943331368148300696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2009/01/observations-on-driving.html' title='Observations on Driving'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/SWYTGpnV3XI/AAAAAAAAAgo/M-R6QRKzalU/s72-c/HornPlease_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-2560410603058109307</id><published>2008-12-24T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:37:20.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Building Community in Pune - Dec. 2008</title><summary type='text'>I’ve always loved the story Swamiji tells of the time when Paramhansa Yogananda happily showed Rajarsi Janakananda his newly painted quarters at Mt. Washington.  Praising the painter’s handiwork, Master marveled, “And to think it only took him a day.”   Rajarsi was at a loss for words as his gaze fell upon an unpainted room, still awaiting the painter’s brush.  Master’s consciousness was in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/2560410603058109307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/2560410603058109307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2008/12/building-community-in-pune-dec-2009.html' title='Building Community in Pune - Dec. 2008'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/SVJMyOlj90I/AAAAAAAAAgI/52MuI29NtF8/s72-c/arati+and+yash+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-9156616729400068909</id><published>2008-10-28T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T05:46:43.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Shift to Pune</title><summary type='text'>As I write this, aerial bombs right outside my window and masses of fire crackers are exploding in a cacophony of sound all around. It’s Diwali.  &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;    &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  I’ve landed in Pune after packing and shipping most of our stuff and taking care of last minute details -- a new bank account and an Indian driver’s license.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/9156616729400068909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/9156616729400068909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-shift-to-pune.html' title='I Shift to Pune'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/SRhjyZUOvVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/itl7aupByAk/s72-c/village+pathway.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-1021383993545137560</id><published>2008-07-25T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:55:31.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Vote in the Lok Sabha</title><summary type='text'>Last week’s events in India’s national Parliament (Lok Sabha) brought an end to months of entertaining melodrama.  The ruling coalition, led by the Congress Party of Sonia Gandhi and Manmohan Singh, survived a “test vote” that challenged their right to govern and in the process, realigned the political landscape of Delhi. It was a stinging loss to the Communist and Hindu nationalist parties.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/1021383993545137560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/1021383993545137560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2008/07/test-vote-in-lok-sabha.html' title='Test Vote in the Lok Sabha'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/SInOYPIdDiI/AAAAAAAAANU/h1btJIZjqDY/s72-c/Lok+sabha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-8070203174406287898</id><published>2008-06-14T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:09:23.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cricket</title><summary type='text'>When walking through a shopping center or a cluster of sidewalk shops in India, it’s not uncommon to see a group of intently focused men, all staring into the store.  “What’s going on?” you wonder.  It doesn’t take long to make an easy guess.  They’re watching cricket on the shop TV. Team India is probably playing another in a series of endless matches against a national rival, probably Pakistan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/8070203174406287898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/8070203174406287898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2008/06/cricket.html' title='Cricket'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/SFOJHlId1XI/AAAAAAAAALk/qMRHwNlEKfQ/s72-c/crowd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-1716071750243253695</id><published>2008-04-30T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T05:46:55.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ananda Pune - A Plan, Letter #17</title><summary type='text'>I’m always amazed at the marvelous variety of talents we have in the Ananda communities. It’s almost assured that a Sangha member can be found with the right skill-set to solve whatever problem comes along. That certainly was the case for us in India when JT Heater and Alex Forrester came all the way from Ananda Village to help us plan the Ananda Kriya Yoga Community in Pune. Working with our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/1716071750243253695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/1716071750243253695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2008/04/ananda-pune-plan_30.html' title='Ananda Pune - A Plan, Letter #17'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/SNo1Ocwoy2I/AAAAAAAAAO8/XyB93s9G0Ys/s72-c/plan-closeup-april+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-3108524087007681404</id><published>2008-04-30T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T05:37:03.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ananda Pune-Letter #16</title><summary type='text'>I finally found a chance to visit our new land outside of Pune.  I was in the city last weekend to conduct meditation programs with Dhyana and Karpani, so it was convenient to stay a couple days extra to see the property. Dharmadas, Nirmala, Vidura, and Wayne had arranged to fly in on Monday to meet Amol and Amit who were already there, so I joined them to check out the situation.    &lt;!--[if !</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/3108524087007681404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/3108524087007681404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2008/04/ananda-pune-letter-16.html' title='Ananda Pune-Letter #16'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/SNozUWjalBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/CBaN7J60ui4/s72-c/on+the+property.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-339012402848033752</id><published>2008-01-18T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T19:44:09.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl/Boy Ratio in India</title><summary type='text'>I read with interest an article in the Delhi newspapers.  A motion in Parliament was passed, with overwhelming support, requiring children to take care and financial responsibility for their parents in old age. Presumably, the next step is for a committee to draft a suitable law to be brought back to the floor of Parliament for debate and a vote.  Parliamentarians, it was said, gave impassioned </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/339012402848033752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/339012402848033752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2008/01/girlboy-ratio-in-india.html' title='Girl/Boy Ratio in India'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/R5Ce1ccVzTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/k8UEGNDOIfk/s72-c/Bangalore-%289%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-882428832409052699</id><published>2007-12-25T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:52:57.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koh-i-noor</title><summary type='text'>Agra is a large city of several million, a five hour drive south of Delhi.  Mentioned in the Mahabharata, Agra has a rich history, but the modern version is a polluted industrial town of little charm. It reached its peak a few centuries ago when it served as the capital of the Mughal Empire.  Babar captured it; Akbar invested it with forts and palaces; and Shah Jahan created Agra’s claim to fame,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/882428832409052699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/882428832409052699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2007/12/koh-i-noor.html' title='Koh-i-noor'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/R3HSqccVy5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Wyejfm3BgxY/s72-c/taj+mahal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-6977935497476166342</id><published>2007-12-12T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T05:41:45.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pune Progress and Wedding</title><summary type='text'>Wedding Season According to the stars, it’s wedding season in India and yesterday (India time) we celebrated our first ashram marriage  when Cecilia and Vivek exchanged vows, Dharmadas and Nirmala conducting the ceremony.   (Editorial note: Actually, it is the second wedding. Tarun and Megha wed in 2005) Guests came from all over to bless the couple: Devi Mukerjee and members of Hari Krishna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/6977935497476166342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/6977935497476166342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2007/12/pune-progress-and-wedding.html' title='Pune Progress and Wedding'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/R2ETcVztftI/AAAAAAAAADg/CtJpRUEDE_o/s72-c/cutting+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-4921401855968609198</id><published>2007-11-09T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T02:43:37.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The N-Deal</title><summary type='text'>When I served in the Sangha Office at Ananda Village, I would often travel to distant cities as part of my duties, giving classes or conducting kriya initiation. “On the road,” I’d usually buy a newspaper in whatever city I visited because it gave me a feeling for the area and a sense of what issues were important to locals. In Boston, I could say, “How about those Red Sox,” or “I see ‘Othello’ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/4921401855968609198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/4921401855968609198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2007/11/n-deal.html' title='The N-Deal'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/RzUwV9J1MXI/AAAAAAAAACk/88EUttCnvhc/s72-c/manmohan+singh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-7242041113217776237</id><published>2007-10-01T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T00:00:15.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilgrimage to Badrinath, Part 2</title><summary type='text'>Badrinath is quiet at 4:00 am, the rushing waters of the Alaknanda the only sound to break the silence.  Neelam, Sangeeta, Shishir and I rose early to take a traditional morning bath at the temple hot spring.  There to the right of the bridge and from a lighted pavillion by the river’s edge, steam rose in the morning chill.  That must be the place, the Tapta Kund, where hot water gushes from a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/7242041113217776237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/7242041113217776237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2007/10/pilgrimage-to-badrinath-part-2_01.html' title='Pilgrimage to Badrinath, Part 2'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/RwG-XMcrZVI/AAAAAAAAACM/VJ4Lcnsc-Qg/s72-c/jaya-and-SD-on-hanuman%27s-br.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-3156142304018358138</id><published>2007-09-22T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:00:44.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road to Badrinath</title><summary type='text'>Dear Friends,The pilgrimage road to Badrinath is long and winding, symbolic of our own spiritual quest. Pilgrims in the old days, before the road, would walk the 300 kilometers from Rishikesh but few do so now, with the exception of an occasional sadhu with water pot, blanket and staff (or its modern equivalent, an umbrella). You still can see the old pilgrimage trail visible on the opposite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/3156142304018358138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/3156142304018358138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2007/09/road-to-badrinath.html' title='The Road to Badrinath'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/RvxCjccrZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IUmKqkq0csY/s72-c/badrinath-2.thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-22663754401792183</id><published>2007-08-17T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T19:19:49.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to India</title><summary type='text'>Dear Friends,Just to let you know, Sadhana Devi and I arrived in Delhi last Tuesday after finally receiving permission to return to India from the Deputy Secretary of the Home Ministry, using our still active tourist visas This allows us to be in Gurgaon while the details for properly registering Ananda Sangha with the Home Ministry are worked out. Once that is done, Indian Consulates around the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/22663754401792183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/22663754401792183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2007/08/return.html' title='Return to India'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-3282748549060379815</id><published>2007-05-15T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T19:20:41.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cecilia, Ahimsa Silk and AUM</title><summary type='text'>Dear Friends,I mentioned in my last letter that I would tell you something of the businesses we are establishing in India. This letter is dedicated to an interview with Cecilia Patitucci, an Ananda Sangha member of many years from our ashram in Assisi, Italy. She came to India as part of the first wave of Westerners with Swami Kriyananda in 2003/04 and has been part of theAnanda India community </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/3282748549060379815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/3282748549060379815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2007/05/ahimsa-silk-and-aum.html' title='Cecilia, Ahimsa Silk and AUM'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-4534108622232459618</id><published>2007-03-31T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:52:08.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kolkata</title><summary type='text'>The Ganges plain is a sea of green extending in all directions as far as the eye can see.  To call it "farmland" doesn't describe it if you think of the big patchwork squares of corn and beans in the American Midwest. India's great basin is a vast land of intensive gardening, intermingled with small villages. Uncountable thousands of small patches of rice, wheat, and vegetables are quilt-like, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/4534108622232459618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/4534108622232459618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2007/03/kolkata.html' title='Kolkata'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-2320495013534385880</id><published>2006-12-06T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:50:03.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kriya Season</title><summary type='text'>Dearest Friends,November/December is "Kriya Season" at Ananda India. This is when most of our kriya initiations are scheduled, one every other weekend from early November to the end of the year-Gurgaon, Bangalore, Mumbai (Bombey), Gurgaon again, and then Kolkata (Calcutta) on December 30th.   Each represents a culmination of one year's effort of classes and visits to the cities outside Delhi and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/2320495013534385880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/2320495013534385880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2006/12/kriya-season.html' title='Kriya Season'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-8243212979874092083</id><published>2006-09-21T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:49:04.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Diwali</title><summary type='text'>Dear Friends,I'm writing this on the morning of Diwali, India's annual "Festival of Lights," the biggest holiday of the year. Think of it as a combination of Fourth of July and Christmas-fireworks, exchange of gifts, decorative lights on homes, and joyous "Happy Diwali" greetings to friends and strangers.  Tonight's sky will be alight with fireworks and it will sound like a war zone.  For those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/8243212979874092083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/8243212979874092083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-diwali.html' title='Happy Diwali'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-3982016493673369914</id><published>2006-05-21T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:47:59.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Stories</title><summary type='text'>21 May 2006Dear Friends,Swami Kriyananda left India a few weeks ago and is now visiting in California.  At the same time, more than half of our small community in Gurgaon has also taken this opportunity to return to the United States, some to travel with Swamiji and others to attend to duties "back home". Usually we have 27-28 people living in four houses in our neighborhood but we are now down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/3982016493673369914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/3982016493673369914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2006/05/two-stories.html' title='Two Stories'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-7042743899276295520</id><published>2006-04-19T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:57:10.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Essence of the Bhagavad Gita Launch</title><summary type='text'>Last weekend was intense for all of us living at the Ananda Ashram.  The long anticipated "book launch" of Swami Kriyananda's "The Essence of the Bhagavad Gita" finally happened at Siri Fort, one of the largest auditoriums in Delhi. Many dignitaries attended and it was well received, though I saw little of it from backstage where I was taking care of the details of stage management.On Saturday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/7042743899276295520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/7042743899276295520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2007/09/news-from-ananda-sangha-india-last.html' title='The Essence of the Bhagavad Gita Launch'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-6531388496514034891</id><published>2006-03-15T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:43:01.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holi</title><summary type='text'>Dear Ananda Friends,  &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;                                                    &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;            This morning as I was walking from the ashram to the local mall, I heard something zoom by my head.  “What was that?” I looked up to see where it came from and on a balcony above was a little girl smiling gleefully. “Happy Holi,” she cried. The missile</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/6531388496514034891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/6531388496514034891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-holi.html' title='Happy Holi'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794969039385587758.post-4728815270248240039</id><published>2006-02-20T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:51:00.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Ganges, woods, Himalayan caves and men dream God</title><summary type='text'>I've heard it said that India is a land of spirituality where one might realize God more quickly.  Certainly the spiritual quest is a living reality here, acknowledged and encouraged. As Master said in his poem My India, "Where Ganges, woods, Himalayan caves and men dream God."  Even though often buried beneath a thick layer of debris and chaos, I do think this is true. If one is willing to look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/4728815270248240039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794969039385587758/posts/default/4728815270248240039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaya-india.blogspot.com/2006/02/where-ganges-woods-himalayan-caves-and.html' title='Where Ganges, woods, Himalayan caves and men dream God'/><author><name>Jaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002406566764490317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krdIOCfhC_U/TH99DcIsvGI/AAAAAAAABCo/vTXCSEVxoQw/S220/JHelin.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
