JYOTISH OM

August 17, 2003

What you say is correct,provided the astrologers do not put an air of arrogance

and ego which is sickening.And Why should not the failed predictions of

astrologers not be discussed infact there are more failed predictions than

correct ones.Look at the case when Rajiv Gandhi died no astrologer except

Gayatri Devi vasudev predicted correctly but after his death every astrologer

claimed he had made the correct prediction. Most predictions made by

astrologers are ambigous because amibiguity is a great cover up for

igonorance.Astrology was developed by RISHIS but in KAL YUG practiced mostly by

money hungry greedy people. INCORRECT PREDICTIONS OF THE SO CALLED GREAT

ASTROLOGERS NEED TO BE DISCUSSED ALONG WITH ANY CORRECT PREDICTION.

Regards

SudeepChandrashekhar Sharma <boxdel (AT) (DOT) co.uk> wrote:

Dear narasimhaaraoji,

I am in full agreement with your views.

Chandrashekhar.

Narasimha P.V.R. Rao

[pvr (AT) charter (DOT) net]Sunday, August 17, 2003 11:21 AMTo:

vedic astrologySubject: [vedic astrology] ADMIN: Discussing the

success of well-known astrologers

Namaste all,

> Dear List members,> > My experience with K N Rao was quite positive. He

pinpointed a milestone in my life within 2-3 days accuracy and his prediction

proved correct too. Nowadays he is not keeping good health. He has some

problems relating to movement of his legs/limbs but he is recovering. That

might have affected his psyche. At times he is easily irritated. His books on

Chara dasa and Mandook dasa plus his astrological journey are landmarks and has

improved my knowledge a lot.> > L R Chawdhary was money- minded and greedy and

sitting in his Karol bagh office amassed huge wealth but died of cancer. So let

us not discuss him.> > Best wishes> Shiv Chadha

The original mail about Sri K.N.Rao's predictions given to the disgruntled

member that went wrong was uncalled for. Every astrologer makes many correct

predictions and many wrong predictions. First of all, none of us is perfect in

his/her knowledge of Jyotish. Secondly, every astrologer goes thru good and bad

dasas, just like his/her clients do!

If somebody talks about a well-known astrologer's failed predictions to him/her,

he/she will be biasing members. For every one failed prediction of an

astrologer, who knows, there may be tens of correct predictions. Why bias

people? The purpose of this list is not to discuss or quantify the success and

failure record of various well-known astrologers.

In future, please avoid personal attacks and comments sullying well-known astrologers.

May Jupiter's light shine on us,

Narasimha

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August 17, 2003

Respected Gurus and friends,

Let us make objective remarks here without disparaging comments about any one

and creat that synergy together to contribute to this divine science

Jyothish.To help bring back the right spirit back I am giving below the

farewell speech made by US ambassador recently that should inspire us to strive

harder to enhance even further the glory of our Indian Wisdom.

- Thursday, August 07, 2003 3:18 PM

Speech by US Ambassador to India

US ambassadors emotional sign-off at FICCI luncheon - July 29, 2003What

India Means To MeRobert D BlackwillTen days ago, I gave my final policy speech

as US ambassador to India. Today, I shall share with youpersonal thoughts about

how this country has shaped me during these past two years.Unlike Siddhartha, my

meditations while preparing this address have not produced total

Enlightenment.Unfortunately, Brahma and Saraswati, because of my own

limitations, will not adequately inspire my remarks onthis occasion with regard

to my spiritual and intellectual advancement. I clearly need to spend more time

at Brahma's temple in Pushkar. And, despite my continuing contemplations, I am

not always able to follow Krishna's wise words, "Be thou of even mind." He

might have added, including at your Round Tables at Roosevelt

House.Notwithstanding my many inadequacies and the persistence of Maya, the

ever-present veil of illusion, please permit me to proceed since India is the

great storyteller, and because I am soon leaving this amazing country.Shortly

after my arrival, I took the train from New Delhi to Mumbai to see and feel the

land and people of India. You must understand that I love to ride the rails.

Paul Theroux, the glorious American writer who was my friend in the Peace Corps

in Africa more than thirty years ago, describes train travel like this, "the

train soothed and comforted me and stimulated my imagination. It...provided

access to my past by activating my memory. I had made a discovery: I would

gladly go anywhere on a train." That's also me.So let's quickly take the train

around India, pausing in Delhi before we begin. Learning about the seven

cities. Presenting my credentials to President Narayanan in the Rashtrapati

Bhawan, hearing my name read out by an official with the deepest voice on the

planet. I so wished that my mother, Roma from South Dakota, may her soul rest

in peace, could have been there to see her boy, Bobby Dean, on that splendid

occasion. I was astonished to find myself there. She would not have been

surprised.Visiting Humayun's tomb with US Secretary of the Treasury Paul

O'Neill who commented that when it was erected, those living on my continent

had built no structure higher than twenty feet. So you see, we Americans fell

behind you Indians very early on in the architectural sweepstakes. It seems

doubtful that we will ever catch up.Back to travelling in India. Uttar Pradesh

and Uttaranchal - the heat, the dust, and the glacial source of the Ganga. Like

so much of India, alpha and omega provide conflicting context. The vale of

Kashmir, yearning to be again a normal place. Dal Lake, which Ambassador John

Kenneth Galbraith once told me, was as close to heaven as one could get on this

earth. Ladakh's high plateau with the Buddhist prayer flags flapping in the

mountain wind. Sugar instrong tea, a taste that I acquired in India only in the

last two months. I will now treasure that for the rest of my life. Someday, I am

going to drive from Manali to Leh, listening to jazz all the way. Want to come

along? Has this possibility never entered your mind? Not yet.Think about it. I

recall speaking to jawans on the Siachen. Those men from all over India give

new meaning to the word tough. Listening enraptured to a male singer

accompanied by a harmonium in the Golden Temple. Gyrating frenetically in a

borrowed red turban with a professional local dance group outside on a lawn on

a balmy evening in Chandigarh. My ambassadorial reputation may have survived my

hip-hop performance, but barely. However, here is a real curiosity. After my

extremely energetic and, I thought, dazzling audition that night, I received no

offer to join that dance team. I can only conclude that they could not find my

address in India. I could be wrong, but my guess is that they are still trying

to locate the mysterious long legged whirling dervish of that evening.As I

speak with you today, perhaps they will see me on television and be in touch.

Have no doubt. I am alwaysready to dance, fast or slow. It liberates me. How

about you? As you can hear, I could go on along these lines for several months.

But don't you worry. I have arranged meals and bedding for all assembled here so

that you will be comfortable as I continue my extended tour.As has been said,

the world is divided into two parts - those who have seen the Taj Mahal, and

those who have not. I am proud to be in the first, still too exclusive group.

The Shatabdi Express transported me there and back in great comfort. A

wonderful train. All of Rajasthan entrances me. The noble Rajput legacy.

Jaipur. Udaipur. Jodhpur. And perhaps my favourite, the medieval walled city of

Jaisalmer, land of the Bhatti princes, born of the moon. Parapets into the sky.

On some nights, there must be stars nowhere else above the planet because they

all seem to be over Jaisalmer. I am surprised some city in northern Europe has

not sued Jaisalmer for stealing all the stars. Be sure and take your sunglasses

along when you go there - to deal with the starry nights. Standing in Jaisalmer,

close your eyes for a moment and see the camel caravans coming through this

desert town a thousand years ago, which I now realise by India's civilizational

standards is only yesterday - a fellow on the street might have said to me,

"yes, they came through Jaisalmer, just a little while ago."The Jain Dilwara

Temples at Mount Abu. Exquisite wonders of the world. As has been so often the

case during my stay in India, I had only two hours to look. I needed more than

two lifetimes there and elsewhere in this uncommon land. Let me go on following

the map and the train tracks. Inspired by the endurance and courage of the

Gujaratis as they recover from the earthquake. Pulsating Mumbai. Speaking with

its effervescent business community is for me like breathing pure oxygen. I

cannot get enough of it. Sitting around in a small circle on wooden chairs,

trading opinions with a half a dozen distinguished Mumbai painters for an hour

about abstract expressionism in New York in the 1940's and 50's (Pollack, Kline

and the rest). What a special treat. Exploring the Ajanta and Ellora caves and

their wall paintings of people who felt all of the emotions that we currently

carry around with us, including especially the elements of abiding love.Andhra

Pradesh with its path-breaking e-governance, and food hotter than hot. Don't

let anybody tell you differently; those Andhra peppers are without doubt

weapons of mass destruction. Ancient Christianity in Kerala; world class IT in

Bangalore; the game park near Mysore where I first heard of the Columbia

tragedy and stayed up all night writing my poem for Kalpana; the blend of Hindu

and Islamic architecture in Chennai; the elephant carvings at Mamallapuram; the

exquisite culture of Kolkata; the flowers and forests of Sikkim and the border

at Nathula with no shortness of breath; the Northeast, Kaziranga and the

Brahmaputra. What a country this is. And I have hardlyexperienced any of it.In

these places, my omnipresent security detail from the Indian police - my gunmen

as a good friend calledthem - who accompanied me everywhere in India, who kept

me safe, and who were ready to give their livesto protect me. Oh, this India

that I have come to know ever so slightly. The form and function of

Indianarchitecture with its creation, assimilation and adaptation. Magnificent

Mughal miniatures. Like you, Iwish I owned two dozen of the originals. Or one.

India's innumerable and distinctive dances, beginningwith the classical. The

Vedas and the Upanishads. They mean so much more when I read them here: "It is

the ear of the ear, the mind of the mind, the speechof speech, the breath of

breath, and the eye of the eye. When freed (from the senses) the wise, on

departing from this world, become immortal."Indian family values, which I

admire as essential first principles, and see in action many times every day in

this country. The living symbolic power in this ancient civilization, the

abiding aura, of - the tree. Of the circle. Of the triangle. Arranged

marriages. The fourteen hundred years of Islam in India. Friday prayers. The

Indian novel in English. Who is writing better fiction today than these folks?

Mesmerising Hindustani music whose origins are deeply spiritual and therefore

of particular meaning and comfort to me.The mighty Himalayas. They humble even

Blackwill, at least when he is in sight of them and it isn't a cloudy day. Can

we move them to the Potomac to give me more balance and perspective? I would

not be the only one in Washington who would be grateful. Fabulous cuisines.

India is unquestionably the only country in the world where this Kansas lad

raised on beefsteaks could happily be a vegetarian. But please don't tell my

relatives back on the mid-West farms. Holi. Kashmiri carpets. Weavers

everywhere capturing India's enveloping colours. The Bengal tigers in the wild

at Ranthambhore. How could they be more in command? I could use their skills in

my new responsibilities back home, and have sent them an email with a job offer.

Haven't yet heard back from those big cats yet, but I remain hopeful.The Monsoon

that rains life into India. Surely this happens by God's grace. The singular

smell and soundas the drops strike the parched earth. Like so much of India for

me, absolutely unforgettable. And more thanany of this, the remembrances of the

character of the people of India, which I will take back to Americawith me - of

countless individuals over these two years who have taught me, counselled me,

guided me,and protected me - who were generous to me beyond imagination. I

could not repay their kindnesses toWera and me no matter how many times I was

reincarnated.Before I close these, my final ambassadorial remarks in India, I

want to deal briefly with another subject.Many in this country have remarked

upon my strong views against terrorism. In these feelings, to aconsiderable

extent I draw on the white hot anti-terrorist convictions of my President,

George WBush - and on the September 11 attacks on the American homeland. But on

this subject, like so many others,India has left its dominant and enduring

imprint on me.While I was preparing for my Senate confirmation hearing in early

2001 in Cambridge, Massachusetts, Istarted to read regularly the Indian press.

It was then that for the first time I encountered the devastating fact of

terrorism against India. Sitting in my office at Harvard, I began to keep a

daily count of those killed here by terrorists. Three on Monday. Seven on

Tuesday. Fourteen on Wednesday. Five on Thursday. Two on Friday. Day after day.

Week after week. Month after month. India's death toll from terrorism mounted as

the snow fell and melted in Cambridge, and that New England winter turned to

spring. And I became more and more angry. Innocenthuman beings murdered as a

systemic instrument of twisted political purpose.Terror against India that rose

and fell with the seasons, year after year after year. By the time that I left

the United States for India in the summer of 2001, this very personal death

count that I was keeping had reached hundreds. And, for me, these were not

abstract and antiseptic numbers in a newspaper story. Each death, I forced

myself to remember, was a single person - an individual man, woman, child -

with family, loved ones, friends. They each have a name. Just like us, they

each had a life to lead. These are our mothers, our fathers, our brothers, our

sisters,our babies, and our friends. Each had laughs to laugh. Tears to shed.

Loves to love. Meals to eat. Accomplishments to record. Setbacks to overcome.

Places to go. Things to do. Prayers to offer. All snuffed out by the killing

hand of terror.On September 11 in America. Nearly every day in India. No

respectable religion could excuse these mercilessacts. No moral framework could

sanction these abominations. No political cause could justify thesemurders of

innocents. And yet, they go on. But, my friends, these terrorist outrages

against my countryand against yours will not continue indefinitely. We know

this from the Ramayana, and many other holybooks. Good does triumph over evil,

although it sometimes takes more time than we would like.We will win the war on

terrorism, and the United States and India will win it together - because

werepresent good, and terrorists are evil incarnate. God will make it so. In

this context, let me conclude witha word about India's religious beliefs.

Someone once said, "the most sublime purpose of religion is toteach how to know

God." India has been working on that challenge from a variety of perspectives

for severalmillennia. It has been my immense privilege during these two years

to experience, and to profit from,these profound wellsprings of Indian

spirituality.I will return to India. How could it be otherwise? Thank you, my

friends, for listening to these, mypersonal musings. And, thank you India for

every single thing that I have discovered here. Mother Indiahas changed my life

- forever.

sudeep suri

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Sunday, August 17, 2003 5:25 PM

[vedic astrology] JYOTISH OM

DEAR MR NARSIMA