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	<title>Comments on: The Human Connection</title>
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		<title>By: eric</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jun 2007 15:49:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>nice work man</description>
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		<title>By: Vishnu Menon M</title>
		<link>http://dharmasphere.org/2007/04/29/the-human-connection/#comment-7117</link>
		<dc:creator>Vishnu Menon M</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 May 2007 14:39:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Watson (of the great adventures of Sherlock Holmes) has once said that London is a cesspool, not just a cesspool but one formed of human beings. Having lived almost the entirety of my life in a smaller city , namely Trivandrum (south India) even I can connect with the phrase 'cesspool of human beings'. I put it 'a squalid human togetherness'.

I have done the same(former part of your article) ! I have silenced the ambient noises of the city with the headphones of my music player. I could not afford an apple ipod , so mine is a lesser one in price and features. My music was mostly Indian and yours were most probably English. I have tried to shut out unconnected people out of my lives. 

Last November I was touring rural Trivandrum  with a purpose and I was biking alone towards Palode. I was passing through a particularly hilly terrain and for a kilometer i came across no human being. The endless green plantations on my sides let me wonder whether I am off-route, and trespassing through private estate land. There along a bend on the road that was upward slopy too , I met an old man walking. I asked him direction to Palode and viola I was on the way. For another one kilometer I met no one. And then the small hamlets so particular of rural Kerala (the state/province of which Trivandrum is the capital) started re-appearing.

This time one among the rustic folk connected with me.
"Man cannot walk alone. Man has to walk different roads" - quoted from faint memory.

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i stumbled upon your blog while searching for prabhat samgiita. I was led to your flickr post. Then reaching your blog was a natural consequence. I do not know whether I will visit again. But it was a thrill to realize that there are people worth connecting to.

When I am clueless I too embark on journeys of meditation and learning. I have tried to learn of God. In thus my pursuits he has eluded me. But He often comes to me in subtle ways; in travel as a guiding light, in cyberspace as delightful blogs and in pursuits as challenges.

Fellow margi.
                     VISHNU MENON M</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Watson (of the great adventures of Sherlock Holmes) has once said that London is a cesspool, not just a cesspool but one formed of human beings. Having lived almost the entirety of my life in a smaller city , namely Trivandrum (south India) even I can connect with the phrase &#8216;cesspool of human beings&#8217;. I put it &#8216;a squalid human togetherness&#8217;.</p>
<p>I have done the same(former part of your article) ! I have silenced the ambient noises of the city with the headphones of my music player. I could not afford an apple ipod , so mine is a lesser one in price and features. My music was mostly Indian and yours were most probably English. I have tried to shut out unconnected people out of my lives. </p>
<p>Last November I was touring rural Trivandrum  with a purpose and I was biking alone towards Palode. I was passing through a particularly hilly terrain and for a kilometer i came across no human being. The endless green plantations on my sides let me wonder whether I am off-route, and trespassing through private estate land. There along a bend on the road that was upward slopy too , I met an old man walking. I asked him direction to Palode and viola I was on the way. For another one kilometer I met no one. And then the small hamlets so particular of rural Kerala (the state/province of which Trivandrum is the capital) started re-appearing.</p>
<p>This time one among the rustic folk connected with me.<br />
&#8220;Man cannot walk alone. Man has to walk different roads&#8221; - quoted from faint memory.</p>
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<p>i stumbled upon your blog while searching for prabhat samgiita. I was led to your flickr post. Then reaching your blog was a natural consequence. I do not know whether I will visit again. But it was a thrill to realize that there are people worth connecting to.</p>
<p>When I am clueless I too embark on journeys of meditation and learning. I have tried to learn of God. In thus my pursuits he has eluded me. But He often comes to me in subtle ways; in travel as a guiding light, in cyberspace as delightful blogs and in pursuits as challenges.</p>
<p>Fellow margi.<br />
                     VISHNU MENON M</p>
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