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Hahaha. So a commanding stature and a rich baritone are keys that can open many doors for you , especially where there are queues !
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Hahaha...no sir I am 32 years old . No I haven't gone through that snippet, will try to explore it soon.
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Itz good to know young ones too chant as a habit!
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Dear Thyagarajan,

As I mentioned to Balajee earlier, Chanting "Namo" might help get things done in India nowadays. People were standing in line to change their currency notes, then, in line to get their gas connection subsidy paid through the bank and then, now for Aadhar ID. Keeping people busy with their own affairs is the best way to rule the people without any attention to any political matters.

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Thank you. I liked the intended pun . Namo Namaha:
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GeetaKashyap said: ↑

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The art of turning every situation in our favour! Good techniques! I will start practicing them along with the chantings. If not anything, active chanting improves focus and prevents mind from wandering.
Thanks and trust God Ganesha would certainly impel you with appropriate ideas to extricate in the event of your following “techniques” .
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Dear Thyagarajan,

My puppy Orion was due for his routine medical checkup last week. He was shivering with fear when he knew he was waiting for the Vet. A nurse came into tell us about the physical he was going to go over. My wife was chanting Slokas for the well being of my pet. She stopped it to greet the nurse and all of a sudden noticed a big Tatoo in her forearm and told her, "Your Tatoo is nice". She said, "Thanks". I asked her, "It looks like Sanskrit words". She replied, "Yes, It is "Aum Gum Ganapathaye Namah". She added, "I chant that everyday at 4:30 a.m. followed by my Yoga". My wife was happy that she was leaving our puppy in a safe pair of hands.

On the way back she asked, "Why are you looking so dull? Orion will be fine". I replied, "I am not worried about Orion but I am thinking how a Caucasian makes a commitment to chant something at 4:30 a.m. in the morning followed by Yoga. Perhaps, that is the type of devotion I need for my salvation". What a way to start the day. Every such conversation is a big motivation in my life.

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Spouse & Me In Chanting Mode

As a senior citizen brimming with inertia, I felt greatly relieved when the Supreme Court of India ordered that for getting welfare benefits from Government, Aadhaar ID is not a must. When I rejoiced telling her of the Supreme Court order, my spouse dismissed it with a click of her tongue.

Following day, being last Sunday of the Aadhaar team camping in nearby school, she desired that I forsake early-morning coffee and be out for getting Aadhaar ID. As desired by her, I dressed up in full trousers and cotton kurtha. Thrusting a handy plastic pouch containing ration card and voter’s id into my hands, she insisted that I carry thailam in bottle to apply over my knee, in case it pains while standing in queue.

I sauntered to the school. The sight of the serpentine queue stretching beyond street-end sank my heart. With deadpan face, I ambled, bit panting toward the tail end. I estimated, by the time I get my turn it may turn out to be dusk. I noticed a small bit of paper in the hands of others relating to page and line number in the voters’ list and learnt the necessity for it.

I felt my knees craving for thailam massage. I requested few, to keep guarding my ‘status’ in the queue and that I would return. I ambled across vast open sandy ground within school precincts.

I recalled my spouse uttering “Narayana” or chanting the verse “Om Namo Bhagavathey Vasudevaya”
My lips chanting “Om Namo Bhagavathey Vasudevaya..” in silence, I saw people in a huddle on a distant stage. I reached the spot and prised through the huddle and found a woman inspecting the voters’ list and helping to discover page and line number wherein name printed in the voters’ list. I brusquely managed to quickly draw her attention by showing names from my voter id.

As luck would have it, she discovered relevant information for my family in the very same page of voters’ list which she had previously referred to. On a piece of blank paper, she legibly wrote the corresponding page and line numbers for my family and handed to me. I carefully folded and stuffed it into my trousers’ pocket.

A small step completed. The thought of joining and standing in queue enduring ailing knees turned me effete. I switched silent-chanting from ‘Narayana’ to my spouse’s other favourite line “Om Namo Bhagavathey Vasudevaya”.

At closer proximity, I could see a commotion near enlisting room. Some force impelled me to reach the spot with an idea.

In baritone, I ordered the crowd that they all shall stand in queue and seek their turn and lo, the crowd mistook me for Aadhaar staff and obeyed. I was standing erect at threshold of the room. Inside, a wall clock had finished chiming 9 times; and voila - a lady behind desk-top and accessories but out of sight to queue, ushered me to take seat in front. I quickly retrieved from trousers the small slip and showed it to her.

She glanced over it. Compared with her copy of voters’ list, I heard her tapping the keys, I felt rejuvenated and in few minutes, she finished imaging my iris and finger-print.

The sound of printer making an acknowledgement made me ecstatic. She tore out and gave the acknowledgement.

At the back of my mind filter coffee and “Om Bhagavathey Vasudevaya” were still playing thanks to my wife.
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Spouse & Me In Chanting Mode

As a senior citizen brimming with inertia, I felt greatly relieved when the Supreme Court of India ordered that for getting welfare benefits from Government, Aadhaar ID is not a must. When I rejoiced telling her of the Supreme Court order, my spouse dismissed it with a click of her tongue.

Following day, being last Sunday of the Aadhaar team camping in nearby school, she desired that I forsake early-morning coffee and be out for getting Aadhaar ID. As desired by her, I dressed up in full trousers and cotton kurtha. Thrusting a handy plastic pouch containing ration card and voter’s id into my hands, she insisted that I carry thailam in bottle to apply over my knee, in case it pains while standing in queue.

I sauntered to the school. The sight of the serpentine queue stretching beyond street-end sank my heart. With deadpan face, I ambled, bit panting toward the tail end. I estimated, by the time I get my turn it may turn out to be dusk. I noticed a small bit of paper in the hands of others relating to page and line number in the voters’ list and learnt the necessity for it.

I felt my knees craving for thailam massage. I requested few, to keep guarding my ‘status’ in the queue and that I would return. I ambled across vast open sandy ground within school precincts.

I recalled my spouse uttering “Narayana” or chanting the verse “Om Namo Bhagavathey Vasudevaya”
My lips chanting “Om Namo Bhagavathey Vasudevaya..” in silence, I saw people in a huddle on a distant stage. I reached the spot and prised through the huddle and found a woman inspecting the voters’ list and helping to discover page and line number wherein name printed in the voters’ list. I brusquely managed to quickly draw her attention by showing names from my voter id.

As luck would have it, she discovered relevant information for my family in the very same page of voters’ list which she had previously referred to. On a piece of blank paper, she legibly wrote the corresponding page and line numbers for my family and handed to me. I carefully folded and stuffed it into my trousers’ pocket.

A small step completed. The thought of joining and standing in queue enduring ailing knees turned me effete. I switched silent-chanting from ‘Narayana’ to my spouse’s other favourite line “Om Namo Bhagavathey Vasudevaya”.

At closer proximity, I could see a commotion near enlisting room. Some force impelled me to reach the spot with an idea.

In baritone, I ordered the crowd that they all shall stand in queue and seek their turn and lo, the crowd mistook me for Aadhaar staff and obeyed. I was standing erect at threshold of the room. Inside, a wall clock had finished chiming 9 times; and voila - a lady behind desk-top and accessories but out of sight to queue, ushered me to take seat in front. I quickly retrieved from trousers the small slip and showed it to her.

She glanced over it. Compared with her copy of voters’ list, I heard her tapping the keys, I felt rejuvenated and in few minutes, she finished imaging my iris and finger-print.

The sound of printer making an acknowledgement made me ecstatic. She tore out and gave the acknowledgement.

At the back of my mind filter coffee and “Om Bhagavathey Vasudevaya” were still playing thanks to my wife.
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Spouse & Me In Chanting Mode

As a senior citizen brimming with inertia, I felt greatly relieved when the Supreme Court of India ordered that for getting welfare benefits from Government, Aadhaar ID is not a must. When I rejoiced telling her of the Supreme Court order, my spouse dismissed it with a click of her tongue.

Following day, being last Sunday of the Aadhaar team camping in nearby school, she desired that I forsake early-morning coffee and be out for getting Aadhaar ID. As desired by her, I dressed up in full trousers and cotton kurtha. Thrusting a handy plastic pouch containing ration card and voter’s id into my hands, she insisted that I carry thailam in bottle to apply over my knee, in case it pains while standing in queue.

I sauntered to the school. The sight of the serpentine queue stretching beyond street-end sank my heart. With deadpan face, I ambled, bit panting toward the tail end. I estimated, by the time I get my turn it may turn out to be dusk. I noticed a small bit of paper in the hands of others relating to page and line number in the voters’ list and learnt the necessity for it.

I felt my knees craving for thailam massage. I requested few, to keep guarding my ‘status’ in the queue and that I would return. I ambled across vast open sandy ground within school precincts.

I recalled my spouse uttering “Narayana” or chanting the verse “Om Namo Bhagavathey Vasudevaya”
My lips chanting “Om Namo Bhagavathey Vasudevaya..” in silence, I saw people in a huddle on a distant stage. I reached the spot and prised through the huddle and found a woman inspecting the voters’ list and helping to discover page and line number wherein name printed in the voters’ list. I brusquely managed to quickly draw her attention by showing names from my voter id.

As luck would have it, she discovered relevant information for my family in the very same page of voters’ list which she had previously referred to. On a piece of blank paper, she legibly wrote the corresponding page and line numbers for my family and handed to me. I carefully folded and stuffed it into my trousers’ pocket.

A small step completed. The thought of joining and standing in queue enduring ailing knees turned me effete. I switched silent-chanting from ‘Narayana’ to my spouse’s other favourite line “Om Namo Bhagavathey Vasudevaya”.

At closer proximity, I could see a commotion near enlisting room. Some force impelled me to reach the spot with an idea.

In baritone, I ordered the crowd that they all shall stand in queue and seek their turn and lo, the crowd mistook me for Aadhaar staff and obeyed. I was standing erect at threshold of the room. Inside, a wall clock had finished chiming 9 times; and voila - a lady behind desk-top and accessories but out of sight to queue, ushered me to take seat in front. I quickly retrieved from trousers the small slip and showed it to her.

She glanced over it. Compared with her copy of voters’ list, I heard her tapping the keys, I felt rejuvenated and in few minutes, she finished imaging my iris and finger-print.

The sound of printer making an acknowledgement made me ecstatic. She tore out and gave the acknowledgement.

At the back of my mind filter coffee and “Om Bhagavathey Vasudevaya” were still playing thanks to my wife.[/QUOTE
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Spouse & Me In Chanting Mode

As a senior citizen brimming with inertia, I felt greatly relieved when the Supreme Court of India ordered that for getting welfare benefits from Government, Aadhaar ID is not a must. When I rejoiced telling her of the Supreme Court order, my spouse dismissed it with a click of her tongue.

Following day, being last Sunday of the Aadhaar team camping in nearby school, she desired that I forsake early-morning coffee and be out for getting Aadhaar ID. As desired by her, I dressed up in full trousers and cotton kurtha. Thrusting a handy plastic pouch containing ration card and voter’s id into my hands, she insisted that I carry thailam in bottle to apply over my knee, in case it pains while standing in queue.

I sauntered to the school. The sight of the serpentine queue stretching beyond street-end sank my heart. With deadpan face, I ambled, bit panting toward the tail end. I estimated, by the time I get my turn it may turn out to be dusk. I noticed a small bit of paper in the hands of others relating to page and line number in the voters’ list and learnt the necessity for it.

I felt my knees craving for thailam massage. I requested few, to keep guarding my ‘status’ in the queue and that I would return. I ambled across vast open sandy ground within school precincts.

I recalled my spouse uttering “Narayana” or chanting the verse “Om Namo Bhagavathey Vasudevaya”
My lips chanting “Om Namo Bhagavathey Vasudevaya..” in silence, I saw people in a huddle on a distant stage. I reached the spot and prised through the huddle and found a woman inspecting the voters’ list and helping to discover page and line number wherein name printed in the voters’ list. I brusquely managed to quickly draw her attention by showing names from my voter id.

As luck would have it, she discovered relevant information for my family in the very same page of voters’ list which she had previously referred to. On a piece of blank paper, she legibly wrote the corresponding page and line numbers for my family and handed to me. I carefully folded and stuffed it into my trousers’ pocket.

A small step completed. The thought of joining and standing in queue enduring ailing knees turned me effete. I switched silent-chanting from ‘Narayana’ to my spouse’s other favourite line “Om Namo Bhagavathey Vasudevaya”.

At closer proximity, I could see a commotion near enlisting room. Some force impelled me to reach the spot with an idea.

In baritone, I ordered the crowd that they all shall stand in queue and seek their turn and lo, the crowd mistook me for Aadhaar staff and obeyed. I was standing erect at threshold of the room. Inside, a wall clock had finished chiming 9 times; and voila - a lady behind desk-top and accessories but out of sight to queue, ushered me to take seat in front. I quickly retrieved from trousers the small slip and showed it to her.

She glanced over it. Compared with her copy of voters’ list, I heard her tapping the keys, I felt rejuvenated and in few minutes, she finished imaging my iris and finger-print.

The sound of printer making an acknowledgement made me ecstatic. She tore out and gave the acknowledgement.

At the back of my mind filter coffee and “Om Bhagavathey Vasudevaya” were still playing thanks to my wife.
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Spouse & Me In Chanting Mode

As a senior citizen brimming with inertia, I felt greatly relieved when the Supreme Court of India ordered that for getting welfare benefits from Government, Aadhaar ID is not a must. When I rejoiced telling her of the Supreme Court order, my spouse dismissed it with a click of her tongue.

Following day, being last Sunday of the Aadhaar team camping in nearby school, she desired that I forsake early-morning coffee and be out for getting Aadhaar ID. As desired by her, I dressed up in full trousers and cotton kurtha. Thrusting a handy plastic pouch containing ration card and voter’s id into my hands, she insisted that I carry thailam in bottle to apply over my knee, in case it pains while standing in queue.

I sauntered to the school. The sight of the serpentine queue stretching beyond street-end sank my heart. With deadpan face, I ambled, bit panting toward the tail end. I estimated, by the time I get my turn it may turn out to be dusk. I noticed a small bit of paper in the hands of others relating to page and line number in the voters’ list and learnt the necessity for it.

I felt my knees craving for thailam massage. I requested few, to keep guarding my ‘status’ in the queue and that I would return. I ambled across vast open sandy ground within school precincts.

I recalled my spouse uttering “Narayana” or chanting the verse “Om Namo Bhagavathey Vasudevaya”
My lips chanting “Om Namo Bhagavathey Vasudevaya..” in silence, I saw people in a huddle on a distant stage. I reached the spot and prised through the huddle and found a woman inspecting the voters’ list and helping to discover page and line number wherein name printed in the voters’ list. I brusquely managed to quickly draw her attention by showing names from my voter id.

As luck would have it, she discovered relevant information for my family in the very same page of voters’ list which she had previously referred to. On a piece of blank paper, she legibly wrote the corresponding page and line numbers for my family and handed to me. I carefully folded and stuffed it into my trousers’ pocket.

A small step completed. The thought of joining and standing in queue enduring ailing knees turned me effete. I switched silent-chanting from ‘Narayana’ to my spouse’s other favourite line “Om Namo Bhagavathey Vasudevaya”.

At closer proximity, I could see a commotion near enlisting room. Some force impelled me to reach the spot with an idea.

In baritone, I ordered the crowd that they all shall stand in queue and seek their turn and lo, the crowd mistook me for Aadhaar staff and obeyed. I was standing erect at threshold of the room. Inside, a wall clock had finished chiming 9 times; and voila - a lady behind desk-top and accessories but out of sight to queue, ushered me to take seat in front. I quickly retrieved from trousers the small slip and showed it to her.

She glanced over it. Compared with her copy of voters’ list, I heard her tapping the keys, I felt rejuvenated and in few minutes, she finished imaging my iris and finger-print.

The sound of printer making an acknowledgement made me ecstatic. She tore out and gave the acknowledgement.

At the back of my mind filter coffee and “Om Bhagavathey Vasudevaya” were still playing thanks to my wife.
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