THE VOICE OF INTUITION

The voice of intuition is the Voice of Wisdom itself. It is present in almost all the human beings and there is just a difference of degree. The Voice of Intuition is within you also and it is up to you to listen to its directions or disobey it. If you will disobey the Voice it will cease to guide you. Intuition becomes weaker, when you do not pay proper heed to its Voice. The Voice of Intuition seeks only the best for you and aims at your total well-being.

The Voice of Intuition belongs to the realm of extra-sensory perception. We will use the expression ESP for this to denote the realm of human thought beyond the field of sense organs and reason. This is the super-sensuous realm and reason is not applicable to it. ESP enables us to predict the future and to afford guidance to solve the problems which confront us. It is useful in almost every walk of life, be it business, politics, statesmanship or any other field of activities. When we follow the guidance of the ESP, it tends to grow and to make us better and stronger persons in our own field. The lawyers and the doctors are equally governed by the guidance that they receive from their power of ESP.

Dr. Douglas Dean interviewed a number of top businessmen such as William.C.Durant, the founder of General Motors, Conrad Hilton, International hotel magnate, Chestor Carlson(in the picture), the inventor of the photo copying technique and a few others... He came to a conclusion that..... ESP is an essential ingrediant in business life where decisions have to be made about future events, often without enough information to justify them. Businessmen use it every week, every month, every year, continually.. They pile up tremendous profits yearly because they really are stupendous at this ability".

Abraham Lincoln, Winston Churchill, Frnaklin Roosevelt, Dr.S.Radhakrishnan and a few others , were all guided by their very strong ESP and followed the commands of their intuition. They listened to their Voice of Intuition and were able to take decisions of very great significance, involving the detiniesof millions of the citizens of their country. A very young lady, Nettie Colburn Maynard, wa very close to President Lincoln, and while in trance, is reported to have laid very great emphasis on the necessity of the abolition of slavery. Here Lincoln's voice of Intuition coupled with the message received through the young lady, Nettie, was the motivating force behind the historical decision taken by the President for the abolition of slavery.

Winston Churchill had invited three ministers to a diner during the Second World War. While the dinner was going on, he had an 'intuition'. He immediately got up and went to the kitchen, where the butler and the maid were busy cooking the food. He instructed them to put the dinner on a hot-plate in the dining room and vacate the kitchen. It was observed that within less than five minutes , a bomb fell at the back of the house and the kitchen was totally destroyed. Every one was saved as they had just one instance of the Voice of Intuition obeyed by the great statesman. His intuitive powers helped him throughout his life and he had made it a point to obey the Voice without raising any question.

Benjamin Fairless, former Chairman of the Board of U.S. Steel said that while you obey your 'Intuition', "you do not know how you do it; you just do it." With regular practice, you will find that there is a very close relation between following the commands of Intuition and making rofits in business and achieving the goal of one's life.

DIN'T EXPECT THIS TO HAPPEN!!

I was very excited of the tour to Madurai to present my paper at the most prestigious "Thyagarajar Engineering College", the Stanford of the south or the Anna University for the South Indians, on the 15th of February. We booked a ticket for a bus run by the Tamil Nadu Government that was scheduled to arrive at 8 pm at Tambaram. We reached the bus stand at 7 pm and waited for the bus to arrive.


Then came the confusion... The bus dint arrive till 8:30 wherein the buses scheduled to arrive at 8 pm have arrived. We waited and waited and at last got frustrated and approached the time keeper of the transport corporation. He was such a responsible person that he gave a very brilliant answer saying plainly, "The bus will arrive since it has not crossed the bus stand!!!!". Whats the use of technology that has developed heavily but does not help in communicating this very vital information of when the bus will arrive?


Time rolled on. It was 11 pm. The still dint arrive. At last we decided not to wait anymore and decided to take a bus to Trichy and get another one to Madurai. But we werent sure of getting there early. Still we kept our hopes alive. We got one private bus to Trichy and the tragedy

started all over. The bus driver was very reluctant to start the bus since the bus wasnt full. Finally, he started his Mercedes at half past eleven and we breathed an air of relief. This dint end..After driving for some 15 minutes, he rolled into one petrol bunk and stayed there for another half an hour for fuel. I was feeling that we have done a terrible mistake by getting into this bus. With no other go, we slept silently hoping to reach Trichy somehow by 7 the next morning.

It was 6:30 in the morning the next day and Trichy was beaming with sun shining brilliantly over the eastern sky. I was sensing a smell of victory of reaching the place atleast by 7. Ofcourse, there was that toughest assignment of reaching Madurai by 9! It sounded impossible at first but the confidence and desire to reach the college stayed us alive.

When we stepped out of the Trichy bus a middle aged man came running to get us into a bus for Madurai. The bus was cosy and looked the best one to travel to Madurai. We went in demanding the driver to start the bus as early as possible. Promising us he seated us in one of those seats and there was one Vikram's hit films running over the television at the top. Inspite of these frustrations we enjoyed the movie!!!

The road fro Trichy to Madurai was a lush green country side with barely people goingb walk. Then came the most harrowing part, the bus driver was very reluctant to drive the bus over 30 km/her!!! Even the slowest of the tortoises could overtake our bus. It was 130 km long journey which we hoped to end in some two and an half hour, but that seemed too optimistic for us. He drove the bus and parked it in fron of the so called hotels halfway between trichy and madurai that had nothing to eat except for some old packet chips. There were some tender coconuts to drink. That gave us some energy, cos it was last night since we ate a crumb of bread.

Then the bus rolled on and reached Madurai at 10:30 for beyond our expected time and it was not the appropriate bus stop. So we took another bus from there and reached the other bus stand and took an auto to 100 rupees and reached the college at last!!! The event "paper presentation" has commenced and our slot has been postponed by those kind hearted organisers. We dint take bath, no break fast and had one of those hostel rooms to rest. With our head reeling, we entered the presentation arena , which was simply fascinating and waited for our turn.

They called our name and we climbed into the diaz. I felt a sort of dizziness and everything was simply revolving around me. We made a good presentation that satisfied us but there was one student judge who asked some "for asking's sake " questions trying to dethrone us. We, suffering from loss of energy yielded to his plot and ended in me shouting at him!! In all it was a "Big Mess".

The total mission was a failure and I turned towards J and said, "I dint expect this to happen". For which he replied, "Nor did I!" We, with a heavy heart, boarded the Pandian Express and reached Tambaram the 16th morning hoping not to do a mess like this in the future!!!

WHAT IS TRUE LOVE?

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said "Why, your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but it was full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.

The people stared -- how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine. Mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."

"Yes," said the old man, "yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared."

"Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges -- giving love, is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.

The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.

IN MEMORIUM OF EINSTEIN

• Albert Einstein's Swiss Passport.
• Little Albert encountered the first "wonder" when his father showed him a compass that deeply impressed him.
• About the compass, the first "wonder", he wrote:
  "I encountered a wonder of such a kind as a child of 4 or 5 years when my father showed me a compass. That this needle behaved in such a determined way did not fit into the way of incidents at all which could find a place in the unconscious vocabulary of concepts (action connected with “touch”). I still remember – or I think I do – that this incident has left with me a deep impression. There must have been something behind things that was deeply hidden. To things which man sees from childhood on in front of him he does not respond to in such a way, he does not wonder about the falling of bodies, about wind and rain, not about the moon nor about the moon not falling down and not about the difference between the animate and inanimate."
• Why did Einstein stick out his tongue to the photographer?
  Albert Einstein and the Aydelottes were just returning from an event which had taken place in honour of Einstein. Einstein was, though already sitting in the car, still bullied by reporters and photographers. They didn’t let him be and he is said to have shouted: "That’s enough, that’s enough!" However, these words didn’t hinder the photographers from taking some more pictures of Einstein and his companions. And when he still was asked to pose for a birthday picture he really grew tired of the journalists and the photographers and as encouraging words didn’t help any more, he stuck out his tongue to his "prosecutors". The photographer Arthur Sasse pressed the button of his camera in just this moment.
  Einstein liked the picture very much. He cut it into shape so only he can still be seen. Then he had made several copies of it and sent the thus "manipulated" picture as a greeting card to friends later on.
  In this form we know it today and though it isn’t shown here the reader clearly remembers the picture with Einstein’s tongue.
• At age 6, Einstein began playing the violin which would become both his hallmark and psychological safety valve later in his life. He was taught by rote rather than inspiration and seven years would have passed before he was aroused by Mozart into an awareness of the mathematical structure of music. Although amateur, Einstein would always enjoy playing the violin. At this time, Einstein also entered the Luitpold Catholic elementary school.

CSE-3A@MYCOLLEGE.COM

Our class is one of those academically over-conscious, practically yet to develop and staff-repeating classes of Indian classrooms. We have all types of technocrats in our class. From those who take class notes 'letter by letter' and those who don't even hear a 'word' about whats that happening.

I am unable to figure out the happenings in my class clearly. I would rather blame it on the system of education than upon my college. Taking raw notes unknowing of how far those concepts can be implemented and repeating the same for a lofty 90% in the semester seems very hopeless for me.

Its always good to be sharp with the theory behind the happenings, but where have the implementations gone? A mere hectic 7 hour a day wont suffice for the growing competitiveness in today's World. I can see the repeat my schooling in my third year!! No room to think on our own. The assignments in each subjects add up to everyday's mess. Those are the ones copied from some "ABC" book written by some "XYZ". Those are copied again by classmates to be submitted on time to the lecturer. Writing of these during class hours is another offence!

The unit tests add as a serious trouble to those who want to learn by concepts and not merely by-heart. Short period of study followed by some "explain the stuff" questions in 2 marks that eat away ones time result in frustration and lead to shabby work at last. The main aim of the these tests is dashed by not adhering to the capability of students. To be sure, these tests do not provoke any fruitful thoughts.....

These things leave me in only one stae "CONFUSED". I couldn judge if this is good or bad, better or worse. But, it has become a daily event in the day of a cse-3a student..

.........To be contd......

THE ART OF BEING YOURSELF

Well! This seemed to me the best topic to be chosen for discussion, when it matters to reach the top of the world. The term "world" varies with people, depending upon their area of interest, their attitude and so on.

To be precise, it may be defined as their area of competitiveness. Each individual has got some uniqueness that distinguishes him/her from others. This is what makes everyone special. Infact, this uniqueness is very much mandatory to classify individuals. Then why do people lose their originality? Losing originality is very common among people who try to impress others. We can see such actions in shows where "talent exposure" is the key point.

But, when we note it very keenly people who have succeded have been those who projected their own traits, rather imitating others.Secondly, interviews are places where we are forced to lose our identity. We in the process of impressing the employer try to speak or do that don't even match our character. This even though fetches an attractive job package, makes us feel 'cornered' at some point in time.

So, think about it! Its good to emulate the refining qualities of great men, but at the same time we must make sure that "we are what we are". Everyone must have an inherent passion which drives him/her to praise them for "whom" they are and for "what" they are actually for!!!