WHY ONE SHOULD VISIT TEMPLES REGULARLY?

Here is the scientific Reason. Must read and share...

There are hundreds of temples all over India

in different size, shape and locations

but

not all of them are considered to be in the Vedic way.

Generally,

the temples are located in a place where earth's magnetic waves pass through.

In simple terms, these temples are located strategically at a place where the positive energy is abundantly available from the magnetic wave distribution of north/ south pole thrust.

Because of its location, where high magnetic values are available, the Main Idol is placed in the center,
and
also because they place a copper plate written with some Vedic scripts,
which is buried, beneath the Main Idol's placement known as "Garbhagriha"
or
Moolasthan, the copper absorbs the earth's magnetic waves and radiates to the surroundings.
Thus a person who regularly visits a temple and makes clockwise pradakshina of the Main Idol's placement, automatically receives the beamed magnetic waves which get absorbed by his body.

This is very slow and a regular visit will make him absorb more energy,
known as positive energy.

In addition, the Sanctum Sanctorum is completely enclosed on three sides.

The effect of all energies is very high in here.

The lamp that is lit radiates the heat and light energy.

The ringing of the bells and the chanting of prayers gives sound energy.

The fragrance from the flowers, the burning of camphor give out chemical energy.

The effect of all these energies is activated by the positive energy that comes out of the idol.

This is in addition to the north/south pole magnetic energy that is absorbed by the copper plate and utensils that are kept in the Moolasthan.

The water used for the Pooja is mixed with Cardamom, Benzoin, Holy Basil (Tulsi), Clove, etc is the "Theertham".

This water becomes more energized because it receives the positive-ness of all these energies combined.

When persons go to the temple for Deepaaraadhana, and when the doors open up, the positive energy gushes out onto the persons who are there.

The water that is sprinkled onto the people passes on the energy to all.

That is the reason why, men are not allowed to wear shirts to the temple and ladies have to wear more ornaments because it is through these jewels (metal) that positive energy is absorbed in ladies.

It is proved that Theertham is a very good blood purifier, as it is highly energized.

In addition, temples offer holy water (about three spoons).

This water is mainly a source of magneto therapy as they place the copper water vessel at the Garbhagriha.

It also contains cardamom, clove, saffron, etc to add taste and Tulsi (holy Basil) leaves are put into the water to increase its medicinal value..!

The clove essence protects one from tooth decay, the saffron & Tulsi leave essence protects one from common cold and cough, cardamom and benzoine known as Pachha Karpuram, acts as a mouth refreshing agents.

This way, one's health too is protected, by regularly visiting Temples.. !

Tribute to Dr. A.P.J Abdul Kalam

What I will be remembered for.. my memory of the last day with the great Kalam sir...

It has been eight hours since we last talked – sleep eludes me and memories keep flushing down, sometimes as tears. Our day, 27th July, began at 12 noon, when we took our seats in the flight to Guhawati. Dr. Kalam was 1A and I was IC. He was wearing a dark colored "Kalam suit", and I started off complimenting, "Nice color!" Little did I know this was going to be the last color I will see on him.
Long, 2.5 hours of flying in the monsoon weather. I hate turbulence, and he had mastered over them. Whenever he would see me go cold in shaking plane, he would just pull down the window pane and saw, "Now you don't see any fear!".
That was followed by another 2.5 hours of car drive to IIM Shillong. For these two legged trip of five hours we talked, discussed and debated. These were amongsthundreds of the long flights and longer drives we have been together over the last six years.
As each of them, this was as special too. Three incidents/discussions in particular will be "lasting memories of our last trip".
First, Dr. Kalam was absolutely worried about the attacks in Punjab. The loss of innocent lives left him filledwith sorrow. The topic of lecture at IIM Shillong was Creating a Livable Planet Earth. He related the incident to the topic and said, "it seems the man made forces are as big a threat to the livability of earth as pollution". We discussed on how, if this trend of violence, pollution and reckless human action continues we will forced to leave earth. "Thirty years, at this rate, maybe", he said. "You guys must do something about it… it is going to be your future world"
Our second discussion was more national. For the past two days, Dr. Kalam was worried that time and again Parliament, the supreme institution of democracy, was dysfunctional. He said, "I have seen two different governments in my tenure. I have seen more after that. This disruption just keeps happening. It is not right. I really need to find out a way to ensure that the parliament works on developmental politics." He then asked me to prepare a surprise assignment question for the students at IIM Shillong, which he would give them only at the end of the lecture. He wanted to them to suggest three innovative ways to make the Parliament more productive and vibrant. Then, after a while he returned on it. "But how can ask them to give solutions if I don't have any myself". For the next one hour, we thwarted options after options, who come up with his recommendation over the issue. We wanted to include this discussion in our upcoming book, Advantage India.
Third, was an experience from the beauty of his humility. We were in a convoy of 6-7 cars. Dr. Kalam and I were in the second car. Ahead us was an open gypsy with three soldiers in it. Two of them were sitting on either side and one lean guy was standing atop, holding his gun. One hour into the road journey, Dr. Kalam said, "Why is he standing? He will get tired. This is like punishment. Can you ask a wireless message to given that he may sit?" I had to convince him, he has been probably instructed to keep standing for better security. He did not relent. We tried radio messaging, that did not work. For the next 1.5 hours of the journey, he reminded me thrice to see if I can hand signal him to sit down. Finally, realizing there is little we can do – he told me, "I want to meet him and thank him". Later, when we landed in IIM Shillong, I went inquiring through security people and got hold of the standing guy. I took him inside and Dr. Kalam greeted him. He shook his hand, said thank you buddy. "Are you tired? Would you like something to eat? I am sorry you had to stand so long because of me". The young lean guard, draped in black cloth, was surprised at the treatment. He lost words, just said, "Sir, aapkeliye to 6 ghantebhikhaderahenge".
After this, we went to the lecture hall. He did not want to be late for the lecture. "Students should never be made to wait", he always said. I quickly set up his mike, briefed on final lecture and took position on the computers. As I pinned his mike, he smiled and said, "Funny guy! Are you doing well?" 'Funny guy', when said by Kalam could mean a variety of things, depending on the tone and your own assessment. It could mean, you have done well, you have messed up something, you should listen to him or just that you have been plain naïve or he was just being jovial. Over six years I had learnt to interpret Funny Guy like the back of my palm. This time it was the last case.
"Funny guy! Are you doing well?" he said. I smiled back, "Yes". Those were the last words he said. Two minutes into the speech, sitting behind him, I heard a long pause after completing one sentence. I looked at him, he fell down.
We picked him up. As the doctor rushed, we tried whatever we could. I will never forget the look in his three-quarter closed eyes and I held his head with one hand and tried reviving with whatever I could. His hands clenched, curled onto my finger. There was stillness on his face and those wise eyes were motionlessly radiating wisdom. He never said a word. He did not show pain, only purpose was visible.
In five minutes we were in the nearest hospital. In another few minutes the they indicated the missile man had flown away, forever. I touched his feet, one last time. Adieu old friend! Grand mentor! See you in my thoughts and meet in the next birth.
As turned back, a closet of thoughts opened.
Often he would ask me, "You are young, decide what will like to be remembered for?" I kept thinking of new impressive answers, till one day I gave up and resorted to tit-for-tat. I asked him back, "First you tell me, what will you like to be remembered for? President, Scientist, Writer, Missile man, India 2020, Target 3 billion…. What?" I thought I had made the question easier by giving options, but he sprang on me a surprise. "Teacher", he said.
Then something he said two weeks back when we were discussing about his missile time friends. He said, "Children need to take care of their parents. It is sad that sometimes this is not happening". He paused and said, "Two things. Elders must also do. Never leave wealth at your deathbed – that leaves a fighting family. Second, one is blessed is one can die working, standing tall without any long drawn ailing. Goodbyes should be short, really short".
Today, I look back – he took the final journey, teaching, what he always wanted to be remembered doing. And, till his final moment he was standing, working and lecturing. He left us, as a great teacher, standing tall. He leaves the world with nothing accumulated in his account but loads of wishes and love of people. He was a successful, even in his end.
Will miss all the lunches and dinners we had together, will miss all the times you surprised me with your humility and startled me with your curiosity, will miss the lessons of life you taught in action and words, will miss our struggles to race to make into flights, our trips, our long debates. You gave me dreams, you showed me dreams need to be impossible, for anything else is a compromise to my own ability. The man is gone, the mission lives on. Long live Kalam.

Your indebted student,

Srijan Pal Singh

ഹൈവേ ഡ്രൈവിംഗ്

പ്രിയപ്പെട്ട ഡോക്ടര്‍ , ഇക്കഴിഞ്ഞ ദിവസം എനിക്കുണ്ടായ ഒരു വിചിത്രമായ അനുഭവത്തെക്കുറിച്ച് വിശദമായി അറിയാനാണ് ഞാനീ കുറിപ്പെഴുതുന്നത്.
പാതിരാത്രി , അപരിചിതമായൊരു ഒരു ഹൈവെയിലൂടെ ഒറ്റയ്ക്ക് കാറോടിച്ച് വരുകയായിരുന്നു ഞാന്‍. വിജനമായ ആ പരിസരം ഞാന്‍ ഒന്ന് വീക്ഷിച്ചു ...ഭീകരതയോടെ റോഡിലേക്ക് തള്ളിനില്‍ക്കുന്ന കാട്ടുചെടികള്‍ , ഭയപെടുത്തുന്ന കനത്തഇരുട്ട് ,അന്തരീക്ഷത്തില്‍ പന്തലിച്ചുനില്‍ക്കുന്ന നിശബ്ദത!! പെട്ടെന്ന്‍ എന്റെ വണ്ടിയുടെ മുന്‍പിലായി സഞ്ചരിച്ചിരുന്ന ആ കാര്‍ അപ്രതീക്ഷിതമായി ബ്രേക്ക് ചവിട്ടി നിര്‍ത്തി. ഒന്ന് അമ്പരന്നെങ്കിലും ഞാന്‍ എന്റെ വണ്ടി വെട്ടിച്ചെടുത്ത് മുന്നോട്ട് പോയി. പൊടുന്നനെ, ആകാശത്ത് നിന്ന്‍ അതിശക്തമായ ഒരു കൊള്ളിയാന്‍ മിന്നി. റിയര്‍ വ്യൂ മിററിലേക്ക് നോക്കിയ ഞാന്‍ കണ്ടത് എന്റെ പിറകിലായി വന്ന ഒരു ജീപ്പും എന്തോ കണ്ട് അവിടെ നിര്‍ത്തിയിടുന്നതാണ് . പിന്നെ അവിടെ നിന്ന് എങ്ങനെ വണ്ടിയോടിച്ച് രക്ഷപെട്ടു എന്ന് എനിക്ക് തന്നെ അറിയില്ല.
എന്തായിരിക്കും ഡോക്ടര്‍ അവിടെ സംഭവിച്ചിട്ടുണ്ടാവുക ? എന്തിനായിരിക്കും അവര്‍ വണ്ടി നിര്‍ത്തിയത്?ഞാന്‍ കാണാത്ത എന്തായിരിക്കും അവര്‍ കണ്ടിട്ടുണ്ടാവുക? ഇതെഴുതുമ്പോഴും എന്റെ ഞെട്ടല്‍ മാറിയിട്ടില്ല. പ്ലീസ് ഹെല്പ് മീ.
ഗിരീഷ്‌

പ്രിയപ്പെട്ട ഗിരീഷ്‌.
ആദ്യമേ തന്നെ പറയട്ടെ..താങ്കളുടെ വിചിത്രാനുഭവത്തെകുറിച്ചുള്ള ഈ കുറിപ്പ് അത്യന്തം ആകാംഷയോടെയാണ് ഞാന്‍ വായിച്ച് അവസാനിപ്പിച്ചത്. ഇത് തീര്‍ത്തും ഒറ്റപെട്ട ഒരു സംഭവമല്ല. കേരളത്തില്‍ തന്നെ പല സ്ഥലത്തും ഇത്തരം കേസുകള്‍ റിപ്പോര്‍ട്ട് ചെയ്യപെട്ടിട്ടുണ്ട്.
ഞങ്ങള്‍ ശാസ്ത്രലോകം ഇതിനെ 'ട്രാഫിക് സിഗ്നല്‍ റെഡ് ലൈറ്റ് വയലേഷന്‍' എന്നാണു വിളിക്കാറ്. ഇതില്‍ പേടിക്കതക്കതായി ഒന്നുമില്ല. അതിനാല്‍ ഗിരീഷിന് ഞെട്ടലില്‍ നിന്നും വിമുക്തമാകാവുന്നതാണ്. എന്നിരുന്നാലും, ഒരാഴ്ചയ്ക്ക് ശേഷം ഈ അത്ഭുത പ്രതിഭാസത്തിന്റെ തുടര്‍ച്ച എന്നോണം, R .T ഓഫീസില്‍ നിന്ന്‍ ഒരു ലെറ്റര്‍ വീട്ടിലേക്ക് വരുന്നതാണ്. അപ്പോഴത്തെ സൗകര്യം അനുസരിച്ച് ഗിരീഷിന് വേണമെങ്കില്‍ ഒന്നുകൂടെ ഞെട്ടാവുന്നതാണ് .
സ്നേഹത്തോടെ
ഡോക്ടര്‍

Appreciate the effort

A young man went to seek an important position at a large printing company. He passed the initial interview and was going to meet the director for the final interview. The director saw his resume, it was excellent. And asked, '
- Have you received a scholarship for school?' The boy replied, " No '.
-' It was your father who paid for your studies? '
-' Yes.'- He replied.
-' Where does your father work? '
-' My father is a Blacksmith'
The Director asked the young to show him his hands.
The young man showed a pair of hands soft and perfect.
-' Have you ever helped your parents at their job? '
-' Never, my parents always wanted me to study and read more books. Besides, he can do the job better than me.
The director said:
-' I have got a request: When you go home today, go and wash the hands of your father and then come see me tomorrow morning.'

The young felt his chance to get the job was high.
When he returned to his house he asked his father if he would allow him to wash their hands.
His father felt strange, happy, but with mixed feelings and showed their hands to his son. The young washed his hands, little by little. It was the first time that he noticed his father's hands were wrinkled and they had so many scars. Some bruises were so painful that his skin shuddered when he touched them.
This was the first time that the young man recognized what it meant for this pair of hands to work every day to be able to pay for his study. The bruises on the hands were the price that he payed for their education, his school activities and his future.
After cleaning his father's hands the young man stood in silence and began to tidy and clean up the workshop. That night, father and son talked for a long time.

The next morning, the young man went to the office of the director.
The Director noticed the tears in the eyes of the young when He asked him: -' Can you tell me what you did and what you learned yesterday at your house?'
The boy replied: -' I washed my father's hands and when I finished I stayed and cleaned his workshop '
-' Now I know what it is to appreciate and recognize that without my parents , I would not be who I am today . By helping my father I now realize how difficult and hard it is to do something on my own. I have come to appreciate the importance and the value in helping the family.

The director said, "This is what I look for in my people. I want to hire someone who can appreciate the help of others , a person who knows the hardship of others to do things, and a person who does not put money as his only goal in life". ' You are hired '.

A child that has been coddled, Protected and usually given him what he wants, develops a mentality of " I have the right ' and will always put himself first, ignoring the efforts of their parents. If we are this type of protective parent are we really showing love or are we destroying our children?
You can give your child a big house , good food , computer classes , watch on a big screen TV . But when you're washing the floor or painting a wall , please let him experience that too.
After eating have them wash the dishes with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you have no money to hire someone to do this it's because you want to love them the right way . No matter how rich you are, you want them to understand. One day your hair will have gray hair, like the father of this young man.
The most important thing is that your child learns to appreciate the effort and to experience the difficulties and learn the ability to work with others to get things done. "

தீபாவளிக்கு பயன்படுத்தும் பொருட்கள் ஒவ்வொன்றிலும் ஒவ்வொரு தெய்வத்தின் அருள் கொண்டிருக்கிறது

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