<?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-28083491</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:17:08.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Signpost Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>While going through the journey of life - the pains and pleasures, the sufferings and solace, the traumas and triumphs - I very often stop to look at the moments of truth. In my oneness with the moment, I experience some gems of realizations amidst a certain spaciousness. These gems of realization are what I call as 'signpost thoughts'. Thoughts, that may take you to your own sensing of this vast spaciousness, the emptiness in which life unfolds.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28083491.post-9097295149033219547</id><published>2010-07-09T14:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-09T14:06:15.545+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A CASE OF THE MISSING CLIENTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;As consultants, many of us are intrigued by the mysterious disappearance of clients, post recession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Neither have they communicated any reason of their disappearance from the horizons of possible engagements. Nor have they left any forwarding address for us to attempt re-engaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What could have happened? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, in my experience, in this age of 'constant-beta', it seems that consulting as a profession seems to be going through radical redefinition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This includes those in legal, medical, technical, financial and such other professions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A completely new set of client expectations is spawning a new genre of consulting – New Age Consulting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clients are expecting consultants – employed with corporations, on contract or independent - to take on different roles. Sometimes that of a parent, sometimes a mid-wife and sometimes even a housewife. As one of my consultant friends aptly eulogized, consultants are now expected to become Draupadis. Not just in being comfortable with polygamy but also in terms of relating to different partners differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are we prepared? Are we equipped to sense and respond to clients' needs of relating differently? From an expert, to a guide, to a facilitator, to a coach or just a trusted agent? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are we ready to let go of the holier than thou posture of a sage-on-the-stage to become a guide-by-the side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess, it's all about figuring out the nuances of balancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holding on and letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dependency and independence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pushing back and empathizing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Participating and facilitating and finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clients' expectation and consultants' recommendations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;At a deeper level it's about the readiness to un-carve oneself from the traditional mould of what in my mind a consultant's role is to perhaps re-carve to take on the role of a New Age consultant. Some sort of coping with the insecurities of letting go of the familiar, faith in the unfamiliar and go-getting to respond to whatever seems to be the clients' crying need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which is all about listening. Listening that is surrendered, unconditional and devoid of any judgment or interpretation what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I invite comments from fellow consultants to get some clues to unravel the mystery of the missing clients. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28083491-9097295149033219547?l=signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9097295149033219547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28083491&amp;postID=9097295149033219547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/9097295149033219547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/9097295149033219547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/07/case-of-missing-clients.html' title='A CASE OF THE MISSING CLIENTS'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28083491.post-1344180039035769701</id><published>2009-07-30T11:11:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:27:36.595+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To Be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SnE1CR3GyYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/dELL_wuK56o/s1600-h/43699-15-tiger-tiger-burning-bright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364126944445516162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SnE1CR3GyYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/dELL_wuK56o/s200/43699-15-tiger-tiger-burning-bright.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being healthy is to be healed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being healed is to be whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being whole is to be meditative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beign meditative is to Be !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28083491-1344180039035769701?l=signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1344180039035769701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28083491&amp;postID=1344180039035769701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/1344180039035769701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/1344180039035769701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-be.html' title='To Be...'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SnE1CR3GyYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/dELL_wuK56o/s72-c/43699-15-tiger-tiger-burning-bright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28083491.post-3286960879660481045</id><published>2008-01-23T22:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:04:54.527+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I lie ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/R5d2F6hreGI/AAAAAAAAASk/ecfSVGHON3Y/s1600-h/waves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158721742158133346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="164" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/R5d2F6hreGI/AAAAAAAAASk/ecfSVGHON3Y/s320/waves.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I wake up from sleep and believe I have woken up, I lie&lt;br /&gt;When I accomplish and believe I have, I lie&lt;br /&gt;When i fail and blame others for it, I lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fool myself and believe I can fool others, I lie&lt;br /&gt;When I cry and see others care, I lie&lt;br /&gt;When I laugh and see others amused, I lie&lt;br /&gt;When I live and forget that I live to die, I lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28083491-3286960879660481045?l=signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3286960879660481045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28083491&amp;postID=3286960879660481045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/3286960879660481045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/3286960879660481045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-lie.html' title='I lie ...'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/R5d2F6hreGI/AAAAAAAAASk/ecfSVGHON3Y/s72-c/waves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28083491.post-116780676831417233</id><published>2007-01-03T12:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-03T17:03:21.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life is a journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4143/989/1600/947361/Divinity%20-%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4143/989/320/91036/Divinity%20-%201.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Life is a journey&lt;br /&gt;And the Destination is&lt;br /&gt;Where You Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May a sense of arrival blossom&lt;br /&gt;In the coming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Year 2007 be fulfilling and meaningful for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28083491-116780676831417233?l=signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116780676831417233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28083491&amp;postID=116780676831417233' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/116780676831417233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/116780676831417233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-is-journey.html' title='Life is a journey'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28083491.post-116170530012800240</id><published>2006-10-24T21:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-24T21:25:00.130+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pushing the river</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/1600/136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/320/136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we really&lt;br /&gt;Need to push&lt;br /&gt;The river&lt;br /&gt;Which&lt;br /&gt;In any case&lt;br /&gt;Is flowing&lt;br /&gt;Towards&lt;br /&gt;The Sea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28083491-116170530012800240?l=signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116170530012800240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28083491&amp;postID=116170530012800240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/116170530012800240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/116170530012800240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/pushing-river.html' title='Pushing the river'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28083491.post-116170468114044159</id><published>2006-10-24T20:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-24T21:14:41.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The little stream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/1600/photo_cascade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/320/photo_cascade2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The little stream&lt;br /&gt;Makes it own space&lt;br /&gt;Trickling&lt;br /&gt;Through the cracks&lt;br /&gt;As the rock stays&lt;br /&gt;Stranded&lt;br /&gt;Stuck with its&lt;br /&gt;Strength and&lt;br /&gt;Pride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28083491-116170468114044159?l=signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116170468114044159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28083491&amp;postID=116170468114044159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/116170468114044159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/116170468114044159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/little-stream.html' title='The little stream'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28083491.post-114837949060619943</id><published>2006-05-23T15:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-23T15:51:40.526+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Beyond ego &amp; pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/1600/The%20Drop-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/200/The%20Drop-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When thoughts subside&lt;br /&gt;When silence settles inside&lt;br /&gt;When consciousness flows&lt;br /&gt;And stillness abides&lt;br /&gt;What prevails&lt;br /&gt;Like godliness&lt;br /&gt;Is love&lt;br /&gt;Eternal, impersonal&lt;br /&gt;Beyond ego &amp;amp; pride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28083491-114837949060619943?l=signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114837949060619943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28083491&amp;postID=114837949060619943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/114837949060619943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/114837949060619943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/beyond-ego-pride.html' title='Beyond ego &amp; pride'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28083491.post-114818830493705986</id><published>2006-05-21T10:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-21T10:41:44.943+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sin and salvation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/1600/orion_molecular_cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/200/orion_molecular_cloud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God is always with me.&lt;br /&gt;Sin is what I choose&lt;br /&gt;To dispense with&lt;br /&gt;Salvation is what&lt;br /&gt;I greed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28083491-114818830493705986?l=signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114818830493705986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28083491&amp;postID=114818830493705986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/114818830493705986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/114818830493705986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/sin-and-salvation.html' title='Sin and salvation'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28083491.post-114809786125157548</id><published>2006-05-20T09:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-20T09:34:21.260+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Splendor of emptiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/1600/Clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/200/Clouds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In loneliness I pray&lt;br /&gt;Longing for the Other&lt;br /&gt;In alone-ness I celebrate&lt;br /&gt;The splendor of emptiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28083491-114809786125157548?l=signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114809786125157548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28083491&amp;postID=114809786125157548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/114809786125157548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/114809786125157548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/splendor-of-emptiness.html' title='Splendor of emptiness'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28083491.post-114794085797971678</id><published>2006-05-18T13:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-18T16:04:29.610+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Co-existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/1600/present-5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/200/present-5.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dry leaves&lt;br /&gt;Lying still&lt;br /&gt;On the ground&lt;br /&gt;Below the tree&lt;br /&gt;Foliaged with&lt;br /&gt;Lush green leaves&lt;br /&gt;Wavering gently&lt;br /&gt;With the breeze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28083491-114794085797971678?l=signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114794085797971678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28083491&amp;postID=114794085797971678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/114794085797971678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/114794085797971678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/co-existence.html' title='Co-existence'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28083491.post-114777386588593018</id><published>2006-05-16T15:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-16T15:34:25.893+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/1600/CycloneB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/200/CycloneB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind asks questions and has no answers.&lt;br /&gt;Love has no questions and is The Answer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28083491-114777386588593018?l=signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114777386588593018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28083491&amp;postID=114777386588593018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/114777386588593018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/114777386588593018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/answer.html' title='The Answer'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28083491.post-114767109567356904</id><published>2006-05-15T10:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:01:35.673+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To love is ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/1600/The_Drop-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/200/The_Drop-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love is to surrender&lt;br /&gt;Like the drop does unto the ocean&lt;br /&gt;The Moment unto Eternity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28083491-114767109567356904?l=signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114767109567356904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28083491&amp;postID=114767109567356904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/114767109567356904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/114767109567356904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-love-is.html' title='To love is ...'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28083491.post-114761301092411927</id><published>2006-05-14T18:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:51:57.426+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Introduction to Signpost Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/1600/16030019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/200/16030019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4143/989/1600/16030019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some call it quips. Other call it quotes. Many other call it the thoughts of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, these are some expressions that arise out of my momentary awareness of situations which are most often seemingly mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this blog I shall endeavour to capture as many such expressions as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that, instead of reading them and subjecting them to intellectual appraisal, readers will experience them as signposts guiding them to some space into their own inner selves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28083491-114761301092411927?l=signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114761301092411927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28083491&amp;postID=114761301092411927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/114761301092411927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28083491/posts/default/114761301092411927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signpost-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/introduction-to-signpost-thoughts.html' title='Introduction to Signpost Thoughts'/><author><name>Indroneil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12232168148961930266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCkSx2AyXQ/SkOfasIoqhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/t0I7Aw401Vg/S220/IMG_1623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
