Hearty congratulations, Koneru Humpy.
Grandmaster Koneru Humpy bags India's first gold medal as Chess debuts at Asian Games in Doha on 04/12/06.
We are proud of you. She won Gold Medal in the individual women's rapid chess championship.
Koneru Humpy was born in Gudivada, near Vijayawada, in Andhra Pradesh and started playing chess when she was 5 years old. She has won four World Championships, including the World Girls Under 10, Under 12, Under 14 and World Girls Junior championships.
In May 2002, Humpy achieved her 3rd GM Norm in the Elekes Memorial Grandmaster tournament in Budapest. At the age of 15 years 1 month and 27 days, she became the youngest woman to become an international grandmaster.
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TWO READINGS: pUT THE salt in the water. Do you see it any longer? Taste it then pour it out. You know it was there.
The VOID can be like an ocean; you can walk the path to its edge, but you can not enter.
Kerouac has conveyed an interpretive mood w/ his monk characters, while he stayed up by Mt. Hozomeen watching for fires for a few months alone (Mid-west USA). "What is Zen?" says one monk. The Other: "Sweep out the kitchen."
Harekrishnaji, my friend, who brings us our coffee products, has a blogspot called likeahunger.blogspot.com This will show you the landscapes et cetera of this region where we live. I know you like picture images, so there you have it. See ya'
No, I haven't heard of these authors. Though of course we may assuage the universal, we are provencial in our attempts. For instance, reading Jack Kerouac is me in a positivist's avenging, because it motivates fluidity of thought, stream of consciousness. And he was an in-between man of modernity to embrace, a young modern america, and a truth from an ancient time, w/ friends symbolic of his momentum--we all should get by w/ this help from our friends... again, it is not as easy as all that. I'll try to look those author's bios on-line, however. thanks...
Sometimes, I feel I can only speak to my own condition. (I saw what you conveyed--checked out N. maharaj on encyclopedia...) Walking to the bank from work the other afternoon, in the cold, perhaps an awakened few moments became available. I have exercised attachments enough that instead of being encumbered by intellectual projections e.g.where my studies could all so very importantly have taken me, I , rather enjoyed the climate & emotion of realization, a sensory moment--its solitarian ideal as if the mind was the absolute of energy wholly the product of the outward fact: observer observed observing I hope this isn't sounding like a rhetorical ploy to sound out Eastern principals. It seems entirely probable that the mind allows the observer to hone down to an imitative inner-attention, whence we have the advantage of the empirical & feeling.
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