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Feb 26, '10



Sadhana & I …
Am in Mumbhai these days .. ehnjoyin the mausam …. Soh many people … so many beautiful people .. I jhust lohve this place …. Soh many people fallin over each other …. Packed like sardines in their big cars and little buses and small trains … thriving mega human colony …have ya seen a colony of ants … all of them scurrying around with a purpose … thousands of ‘em … it’s a moving mass … but orderly ..just take a lil twig and disturb that mass movement … watch the fun thereafter .. whole lotta chaos breaks out .. them ants.. they starting running in all directions … getting on top of each other .. pushing biting … that my dears .. my deer eyed dears too .. is Mumbai … amchi Mumbai … majhi Mumbai .. tujhi nahi .. me marathi manoos …kay .. karlas k nahi … maq kai … beneath the helker skelter.. they say.. lies the spirit of Mumbai … speakin of spirits …. Heh heh .. brings me lowly self to .. ack ow .. here we go again .. pur kya karoon let go nahi hota…. Spirituality … dekho .. let me be clear here … spirituality … not repeat not SPIRITUALS … … so it goes …. The discouse.. “ For most of us, spiritual sadhana or the practice is the external observance of rituals and ceremonies prescribed by religion. In the beginning such observance of rituals and ceremonies is valuable to enable self – purification and discipline. Ultimately, however, the aspirant has to transcend the phase of external conformity and get initiated in the deeper aspects of spiritual sadhana.” (so this in effect means .. all you ritual practicing praying types .. this is just the beginning of your journey .. once you have conformed externally to idol worship ..and have become rather pure and disciplined … you will then progress to spiritual sadhana .. in essence ..( waise where is eternal essence these days .. any idea .. ) … u will abandon idol worship .. and start calling .. ram, rahim, jesus, Buddha, and god of Abraham, kali mata , and durga devi and jwala mata .. as one god .. that means .. u will say .. bhagwan ek hai … or in a politically incorrect way .. sub ka mai baap ek… multi fit unisex design (uh! Huh! .. don’t let them words like multifit and unisex hurt your religious sentimentalities .. woh hai na hamere .. MF hussian .. nange feet chalte hai baichare ..koi funda hai bare feet ka .. poore bhakt hai .. hum unhe kahe rahe .. bhaiya maqbool fida .. dekhiye .. devi ki photu nahi na baniye … bura maan jayenge jinhone devi ko dekha hai … nahi na sune hamri baat … ab dekhiye .. khade hai Qatar ki citizen ship pane ke liye Katar mein ….) god is one .. matalab externally you will keep saying ek bhagwan .. but chori chori .. u will continue to pray to say… hanuman .. your favorite god .. that is .. or whatever the case may be …. Further still .. as years go by and life keeps getting older ... you will graduate to that eternal energy …. And finally .. the source …. Gangotri of the universe that is … then you will seek to connect yourself with that source …. Seen .. not seen … if not seen .. keep the faith … u will .. still if you don’t .. don’t bother … its .. well .. I will leave it unsaid .. but ya know what I mean ….) … lets move ahead with the discourse .. “In its deeper aspects , spiritual sadhana means follow the yoga of knowledge or dhyan, the yoga of action or karma and the yoga of devotion or bhakti.” Even more important than sadhanas of knowledge and action is the sadhana of devotion or love.” ( now now .. do you see .. how important is devotion or bhakti .. ( bhakti and pooja are not one an the same .. them is two different girls … me was wondering when did devotion change into bhakti and thence to love .. fir bologe aradhana aur pooja ek hi hain …. anyways .. we have a habit of telescoping one thing or one thought or an idea into another . till the final outcome … conveys a meaning which is completely out of sync with what we began with … or we do a gol gombaz … twisting and turning around the ideas that are no way connected to each other to look inseparable …… what he is sayin is lovin sadhana is the best .. ha ha .. ok ok .. sorry what he means is love is the tallest amongst the tall .. and he begins beautifully … keyword ..BEGINS …aage chalen …) .. he says … Love is its own excuse for being. It is complete in itself and does not need to be supplemented by anything. Love is not love if it is based on any expectation.” .. the beginning ends here .. the d word makes an entry here … “ In the intensity of divine love , the lover becomes one with the divine beloved .” …. Love takes over again .. “ There is no sadhana greater than love , there is no law higher than love and there is no goal beyond love ….” .. enter the d word again … - for love in its divine state becomes infinite. God and love are identical and one who has divine love already has god ….” .... there u have .. first.. love is the greatest and then u set about categorizing it … just in case u start confusing loving sadhana .. with divine love .. basic question .. if something anything .. is singularly the greatest … can u categorise it … I mean pehle kahiye .. jannab mohabat sabse acchi hai … phir kahiye .. bhaiya .. mohabton mein bhi … divine ki mohabat sabse unchi ..hai .. the central idea is … find a way to juxtapose “the supreme” every where …. Sirf sadhnana se baat nahi banegi .. hai bhagwan …. Tum bin jayon kahan … agli baar .. kasturi mriga ki kahani …. Till then .. coffee with sadhana ….

PS: The discourse (Bold & Red) is by Avtar Meher Baba … who is no longer with us … sadly .. his email id is …avtarmeherbababombaycentre@rediffmail.com … pur .. lemme decipher is name .. Avtar.. matlab bhagwan ke avtar, meher matlab bhagwan ki meher, or baba to baba hai … god himself …ooops .. u missed seeing the divinty in F & B ...anways.. Shivji ke avatar aur shiv sena ke raja Bal thakre ko boloun kya .. Baba Mumbai ke liye B word ka istemaal kar rahe hai …

PPS : i have sadhana .. u can keep god ... food for thought .. Krishna had a Meera goin bhakti bhakti ... how come .. laxmi, durga, saraswati, kali, or jwala ... never had a ...say .. Mohan .. going bhakti bhakti on them with the same fervor as meera had for krishna .... kyun why ... dont tell me its a girl thing ...



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Feb 18, '10



Am gonna try n make it short .. am gonna renounce the length of this and enjoy what lies beyond .. ahem … The women rebels of Jangalmahal … they are lean mean and ruthless … clad in skin tight olive green shirt and trousers they have insas rifles slung on their shoulders .. meet the women guerillas of jangalmahal . sounds funny .. WOMAN GUERILLA … try n picture it .. ha ha .. don’t miss out on the skin tight part … what are their names .. Jagari, Durga, Ashtami and yo .. Saraswati ….this is the coverage they are getting after killing what … something like 25 men who were getting ready for dinner …. Who are the killers .. people who can barely make the two ends meet … who are the dead .. people who could barely make two ends meet … whats the point … gana ga ke sunaon .. Krishan ne kaha arjun se na pyar jata dushman se .. yudh kar ….it’s a fight for the rights …. It s sad .. the left is fighting for its right … What is the whole idea ….. a chance for a better life ….. funny … a better life through death …. What can I say .. goD’s ways are mysterious ….. ghor kalyug … perhaps it aint god .. perhaps it’s the negative energy .. speaking of which .. heres what my hero from the south did …his name Rajanikant.. Maha Mruntunjya homa … aka .. special pooja to ward off death … and after that he visited several temples of shiva in narsipura near mysore … I have a friend in mysore … aka .. mysore butt …. So then what was that visit about .. it was to ward of .. negative energy and evil forces .. I wonder what kinda evil forces are after rajni … perhaps rajni saw Yumraj lookin at him and doin Yum yum .. yummy … meanwhile death toll from the bakery blast in my city .. is up to 11 .. latest to go .. Aditya … his girlfriend Aditi lives … minus a leg .. they would have made a nice sounding couple …. Aditya and Aditi … am I tryin to be deliberately melancholic .. am bemused at the collective stupidity of the human zoo ….not our fault .. I guess .. its that negative energy … so then .. what next … more death talk .. heck no … lets take a looksie at they way we try to educate ourselves through .. metaphors .. sometime back .. a fella said we are akin to boiling potatoes … a lil before that a cute chica told us to learn from a one eyed horse … now this time as I sat under the shade of my favorite tree .. .. sorry speaking tree.. it looked down at me and said … you are a goddamn Fish … machli he said jayada machal mat … alright .. analyse this ..” A fisherman casts his net and catches all kind of fish. There is one kind of fish though that always eludes him. A few fish struggle and manage to get away. Others strive to get out but remain imprisoned. The majority in the net relaxes they are not even aware that they are in a life threatening situation. They do not feel the danger. A few moments later they are dead. There are four types of people .most belong to the fourth category. Caught in the net of maya, delusion they are oblivious to dangers. They, the bogies, are content in the bondage of worldly life. There are some who have awakened to a higher dimension and are aware of life’s pitfalls. Then he goes on say renounce … then he double backs sayin oops yeh kya bol diya .. says renunciation is not keeping away and living a life of seclusion. It is learning to live a life of inclusion by weeding out that which comes in the way of a fulfilled life. Ultimately , renunciation opens the doors to realization. Life then becomes one which you are not hampered by the body, mind and intellect. You sail afloat , unaffected by the finitude of the world and enjoy the realm beyond ….all these saintly types .. tey this fixation with ..” worldly life”…”higher dimension”.. “awakening” .. “realization” … and ultimately the “Beyond” … ek hizindagi hai .. usi ke peeche haath dhoke after ho .. jeene do .. as it isa there are so many girls with rifles in jangalmahal……… one life please spare it .. there are no pitfalls .. live it ..let live …. Nothing beyond … or down under … or in that spooky higher dimension ….

PS : it was'nt short enough



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Feb 16, '10



In September of the 1977th year of the lord .. NASA launched Voyager 1 to look around in the universe. Well .. actually they sent it to take a looksie at the Jupiter.. and thereafter directed it to carry on ... It carried on .. somewhere in feb of 1990 ..it reached the edge of our solar system .. while it was there .. Carl Sagan asked NASA to direct the Voyager to turn its cameras back to the solar system and photograph earth...thats 6,000,000,000 kilometers... and thats just the edge of the solar system .. can ya think about the the rest of the universe .. its sheer size .. anyways ... This is what the earth looked like ....


































That encircled Pale Blue Dot ... That size is one pixel ..teeny weeny earth .. .. our place in the scheme of things .... so said Carl Sagan ...read carefully .. look at that dot ....

Look again at that dot. That's here, that's home, that's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you ever loved, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives (includes all Character walas, culture freaks and moral police). The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there  on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known. ( ..in the meanwhile you can carry on meditating and being one with the Universe v.. ha)

PS : this is a famous speech by Carl Sagan ..and an excerpt from his book .. Pale Blue Dot ... if you havent of him .. not to worry .. he hasnt heard of you either .......... and unlikely to hear from you .. he is dead ....  he hass left a written message on Mars..." Whatever the reason you're on Mars, I'm glad you're there, and I wish I was with you."..  ..

PPS: men are from mars .. come  September

PPPS:.  that thing in the bracket .. that is not attibuted to Sagan ...



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Feb 11, '10



Contd from the monkey and the tree ...

Delving on the outlook conveyed by granddad Sir... a matter of discussion ...

The speaking tree is a metaphor .. I said it was (all am saying is .. spare the tree the agony).. I question metaphors when they are used to twist the human mind .. therefore .. I questioned the speaking tree .. I have a problem with belief ..therefore I question beliefs .. beliefs are based on presumptions .. presumptions are inherently unstable and dangerous .. all beliefs stand on unsound ground .. in fact beliefs have no standing ground at all % and therefore they are beliefs .. something that is widely believed is not necessarily the truth .. sometime back earth was believed to be flat .. it was a belief .. those who called it round .. got ostracized ... But now .. its round .. the matter is closed .. that belief is dead .. bring a pontiff from 12th century AD back to life .. tell him the earth is round and watch the fun .. as you have questioned his belief .. a belief originates from fear and uncertainity .. Beliefs fill a gap in knowledge .. when I question the belief ..belief in higher power originated in times when humans had no clue whatsoever as to what enveloped the sun in the middle of the day .. we call it eclipse now .. and we still fear it .. it is my belief that I am saving my country that leads me slit another mans throat .. my belief that I am saving my religion when I detonate RDX ... Religion they say is personal choice .. well then keep it personal .. no congregations / no sermons ..be religious in one corner .. dont carry an identity that says am hindu, am muslim , and so on and on and on .. dont ask people to collect under a banner.. no charity in the name of god .. coz moment you do that .. its no longer personal .. u breeding faith and thus hate ..and that deserves no respect no matter how mature I act ..there is nothing personal here ..I f something is absurd .. then it is ..am not going to keep it to myself % am gonna tell all .. that its absurd ... How I wish religion was just absurd .. it isnt so .. its downright pathologic .. it is the ailment which jinxes humankind .. we are one species .. just one ..we look more divided that the animal kingdom .. Can you imagine an animal kingdom .. with pack of hindu giraffes a pack of muslim giraffes a pack of Christian giraffes, ... And then can u imagine amongst the pack of hindu giraffes a further sub division of Brahmin giraffe, baniya giraffe .. and I havent even started dividing the lions, the tigers whatever remains of them that is, the jackals, the dogs, the deer , the buffalos ... They wouldnt last long .. We as animals are fiercely territorial .. we have boundaries of our homes, our streets, our villages our cities our states our languages our countries .. and on top of that .. u make me a hindu too .. I aint gonna last long this way .. when the future of my race is at stake .. am not gonna pretend being nice.. I aint gonna sit and meditate and feel the bliss be one with the universe, let the energy flow through me and be happy .. am gonna take the face off of anything that connects to religion .. am gonna make fun .. am gonna laugh in the face of the composer and promoter of the line .. BHOOT PISACH NIKAT NAHI AWAEIN, MAHAVIR JAB NAAM SUNAVE .. the belief in religion preys on our insecurity..am gonna laugh at anything that undermines me as a human .. yoga and meditation are controlled exercises.. yes .. have benefits ..yes .. but if u are going to turn around and tell me .. that chanting 32 names of durga will help me get over the saraswati who just walked out on me .. am gonna make u do a shavasana sit on your head and do a padmaasana .. and then tell you .. honey .. we are one with the universe now .. when someone calls himself baba .. he tries to project himself a one step closer to divinity .. he thus is a promoter of falsehood deserves no respect .. one who calls himself ramdev ..i.e. ram himself .. well then he is asking for it .. then its the double sri thing ..here is nothing personal about calling yourself a baba or a double sri ( I would love to know their real names and why they changed their names) .. these are not just names .. they are trying to convey that they are more than human ..if they feel no shame in marketing themselves such .. then so be it .. welcome to earth ................ Have you wondered why people take it as an unpardonable offence when their belief is questioned .. coz its a defence .. because they have no answers .. coz they have been conditioned since birth to believe ... And then he went to fight the devil .. the priest asked him .. do you believe in god .. he said .. no .. then go back, the priest said .. if you dont believe in god how will you fight the devil ..??? .. god wants you to believe him .. pray to him .. ask him .. tell me what kinda selfish god is that ..?? .. its not god who wants .. coz there aint no god .. its the priest who wants .. coz without a god .. he hath no livelihood ... and as you and I discuss this ... The speaking tree .. sleeps peacefully ... Ha .. you are right granddad .. Somethings definitely amiss ..tis our inability to identify the pathology of marauding religions ...
oh! my ego...



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Feb 08, '10



It is a huge banayan tree .. its beard .. I may poetically call it its tendrils ..(.. Hullo Red..) .. run to the earth to turn into roots .. it symbolizes .. nearly everything you wanna use it to symbolize .. it can mean peace ..it can mean calm .. it can mean longevity .. it can mean fear … on a dark moonlit night .. as the moon beam serenades(hullo again Red..) through its leaves .. it can give you the spooks .. its known to harbor spooks .. when it fruits .. it’s a universe in itself .. birds, bees, beetles, caterpillars, flies, gnats… fruit bats …and of course .. monkeys …. Never stand under a fruiting banyan tree … chances are .. instead being enlightened like that runaway king who spawned a religion.... u are more likely to be sprayed by bird poo and the squelchy ripe fruit … its a big tree .. its an old tree.. its seen life .. its been there for ages … our predilection for metaphors for allegory for connections .. for patterns .. drives us to call it a Speaking Tree …. Since we associate .. age and wisdom with it … just about any self styled guru can write on its behalf … In itself .. it just stands there … each day with the sun rise it springs to life with birds , with the wind … with the rain … its changing colors through the year …. As the night falls … that tranquility it seems to display during the day turns into an eerie presence … a blackness which gets compounded by the light wind that ruffles its leaves … no grown man has the courage to pee on it .. the same grown man will pee on anything .. even on the wall which says .. look a donkey is peeing .. but never on a banyan tree .. coz this tree has an attitude .. besides …. Atma rehti hai wahan .. prêt or pisach bhi … u as much as pee or spit on a it .. n you are gonna be paid back in kind .. you are likely to turn into a raving lunatic thanks to atma or a dayen .. .. or just might get squelched by a 16 wheeler …. That tree .. it really don’t want to speak … but we humans .. we cant let things just be .. wont even leave  an- old- minding –its- own- business -tree alone .. we have to speak on its behalf …. To educate fellow humans …. From under this or from one of its branches .. thus spoke a human … he said .. yoga can set us free (TOI, Speaking Tree... every day one guru or the other wastes a lot of space in the newspaper .. under the banner of the speaking tree) .. have you seen a alpa male monkey display his power … he is this mean looking, fat, red bottomed fella .. he will hold on one of the branches of a tree its on .. and shake it with all his might … the whole tree will shake .. the other monkeys will look on and be afraid … if there is a territorial dispute going on .. another fat red bottomed monkey will be shaking another tree .. contest will be .. kiska tree jayada hilta hai .. the trees will look as if they have been hit by a tornado … they though .. the monkeys ..that is... will never do it on banayan tree .. because the tree is just too big .. cant shake it … so our self styled gurus picked up the banyan tree for being the spokesperson .. .. besides it would look funny if you put a banana tree photograph in the speaking tree column .. kele ke tree ka analogy .. so said the guru .. yoga can set us free … talking freedom from under a tree that with every passing year binds ever more to the earth through its aerial roots ensuring it doesn’t move come what may …
The fellow is telling us that to get over relationships that have gone sour .. one should do yoga .. as yoga will set us free …. Because … relationship terminated = emotional distress = loss of balance= loss of health + with time healing occurs but .. scars remain .. every now and then trigger happens = wounds open= emotional distress again = vicious cycle = really bad .. therefore .. do yoga = break the cycle .. experience eternal bliss = freedom … simble? Methods = asana, pranayama,and mantra sadhana. Sadhana is a way, a path.. a method of transformation, a journey from impure to pure .. am sorry I disagree .. first the fellow should decide what sadhana is .. a method cannot be a journey .. the sadhana I know is a chic with a funky hairdo …. Impure means.. he says ..world of name, fame ideas and our normal mind where it is the ego that interacts with the world …pure = atma (ha) and acceptance of the world without delusions and illusions .. that there is a speaking tree .. is a delusion itself .. there is gadbad in the foundation .. anyways … he says when sadhana is done regularly with conviction and over a long period of time it transforms a person into being more simple and natural internally … alright .. let me rephrase this … if you would have “done Sadhana” (pun intended) regularly and with conviction and over a long period of time .. ha .. she wouldn’t have left you in the first place and you wouldn’t have been contorting yourself into weird positions and making funny noises from your mouth to feel free .. ha .. ok .. fine,.. even while you did her with conviction  and still she left you for a monkey that could shake a tree far more than you could … if u are sure that she left you purely because he could shake the tree more than you .. then it is safe to assume that she is a certified bitch or a certified bastard if we switch roles .. in a more politically correct way .. it means that u and the PIQ were not compatible … period .. detach … cry a while .. but the crying wont last long once u realise that the person was .. different .. thus I guess you are wise enough to realize that there is no point lamenting .. however if there is even an iota of doubt .. that the person did what the person did coz of circumstances .. then babee … there is no reason to cry about … accept it .. the acceptance will take its own sweet time … no amount of twisting into positions and making funny noises and trying to be pure is gonna help …. This guy here ..tells us yoga helps break the cycle .. well ok .. that in itself means .. you have to endure it till the time it turns into a cycle …. that means .. if you think that a dayafter heartbreak you will squelch your stomach like that  baba ramdev ( baba bhi .. ram bhi .. dev bhi ... i mean trinity .. another example .. sri sri ravishankar .. ek sri se kaam nahi chalta hai ..? .. + ravi bhi aur shankar bhi .. thats quadruple effect.. anyways)  and twist your limbs into mindboggling positions all the while chanting 32 names of durga .. u will be free .. oh well ..honey .. think again ..that is .. specially devised twisted and contorting positions, funny noises .. and invoking of divinity.. promise of balance .. the yoga will help …. Am so sorry .. it aint yoga that will help .. it will be the time that will help .. only time and the feeling that you are doing something to get over it .. that will help … nothing else … the rest . the talk of psychic level .. the spirit .. the transformation from within is all hogwash … u will still be the same you .. the idea of achieving balance is flawed .. coz we aint a bench or a damned pole .. we are the living … our very existence is based on movement .. anything that moves shifts .. any thing that shifts .. cannot be in eternal balance .. its not possible to see the world dispassionately … you need to be brain dead to do that …. Acceptance… yes .. but where is need to learn acceptance from the hocus pocus of divinity, energy, the super being, bhagwan, pranayama, asana, mantra sadhana, kriya yoga, kundalini yoga, laya yoga naad yoga … jo hoga so hoga .. accept it .. take sadhana's friend  for coffee …
 
Thus spoke the Monkey from the Silent Tree…..

PS : as if on cue .. was talkin of dayens .. todays newspaper has an article .. 458 women killed in india each year .. coz they are presumed to be witches ( there is a picture too .. a half naked priest holding a woman from her hair in knee deep waters of what appears to be  Ganga Mata ka dirty pani ... and ridding her of the evil spirit .. or whatever holy crap ..)
 someone in sunday's paper had written .. that mythology says  krishna had 16000 wives .. sixteen thousand ..
my maths says .. if Mr K decided to  spend a day with each wife ... the first wife's second turn would come 43 years after the first meeting .. no wonder ... there was such lot of Birha  .. heh heh ..



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Feb 06, '10



The monkey on the Speaking Tree……
Why do we need to be told a story … to drive home a point …. For example … instead of being told .. Be a good person or that good always prevails over evil ( .. sometimes it might take a few 100 years or so for good to finally prevail … but that’s all right.. our fossiled remains would feel happy about it .. though times it takes half of a persons life time to see it happen .. but at least good prevails .. so what if one is half blind by that time due to cataract .. anyways … ) .. the point was .. why do we need stories to drive a point home … so the example was … story about good prevailing over evil …. They had this book back ..when I was in the 6th std .. Ramayana … good guy ram prevailing over bad guy ravana …. One huge story ..kings, queens, flying chariots, one eyed hunchbacked scheming maids, flying demons, talking monkeys, talking bears, savior vultures, weird sea demons, dirty lookin ravana with sexy wives, betraying brothers( including talking monkeys .. took the brothers kingdom and also his wife .. cool ..), never dying heros … a plethora of characters …. Just to drive one point home .. good prevails … the trouble is .. in a complicated story .. the central idea gets lost … I mean .. u preach polygamy, dashrath … though there is one thing I must admit … that our gods .. the main gods that is .. all said and done … had one wife at any one point in time .. its a different matter though that they took a convenient human avatar whenever they got bored and had affairs with an n number of fair lassies … ultimately got shot in their Soles ( souls…).. Krishna is a case to point … anyways .. am digressing .. was talkin ‘bout trouble with a complicated story … back to the story … you had this polygamous king who had monogamous son who rescued his wife from a kidnapper polygamous king .. and then he buried her alive … I mean … ha ha .. do you see what I mean ….. parallel to it ran another story .. u had this big bad monkey .. who beat up his kid brother monkey and threw him out of the kingdom … this kid brother monkey with the help of the kid brother of the monogamous son .. killed the big bad monkey from behind a bush .. took the big bad monkeys’ kingdom, his own wife and the big bad monkeys wife … and then went to war to help monogamous son .. and then had you these warriors .. who fired missiles at each other with bowstrings …. With really happening names .. like the bhram astra and stuff … the whole war was missile and anti missile … everybody had a Patriot missile defence system … I never could understand the need of armies … apparently they had thousands of men, monkeys, bears and demons ( pardon me if I missed a few species here and there) in their armies … but these poor fellows .. they just died …. Same was the case with Mahabharata .. massive armies … just for pleasure slaughter by the big guns … anyways … so it went one missile after the other … till of course ram caught ravana with his pants down .. and thanks to the betraying brother and other trickery …. Some time in the course of the fight .. the monogamous son and kid brother got kidnapped .. were about to be slain .. but the monkey jumped in .. one would ask .. why do villains since time immemorial waste so much time before putting the hero to rest … ending up dead themselves …. Talkin of trickery.. The same was the story with Mahabharata … I mean bhisma wasn’t going to be killed .. but then god played quirk and the fellow decided to take a direct hit from two dozen arrows that arjun had the capability of launching from his bow … then they told that thumb seeking guru .. that his son was dead and the fellow promptly got in yoga mode to have his head severed( I never could understand why did they have to kill that poor elephant who had the same name ..but then.. like somebody said here on frops … everything is in the name..) .. and then our karan … poor fellow … anyways will talk about Mahabharata and karan some other time .. back to our story .. a whole epic to say … good prevails … how many trees have been cut over the ages to print the copies of the epic … and the ladies in the story … all they did was .. got won over in a bow pick up contest or schemed to have her son crowned, or schemed to have other ladys son sent to jungle or cried when their husbands and sons got killed or sent to jungle or went to the jungle with their husband to be kidnapped.. there was just this one enterprising flying chic .. but she had her nose cut …. That epic .. has been written by one helluva male chauvinistic pig … just where does it say .. good prevails ..??? .. …. … why do we fall or the narrative ….

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Jan 30, '10



Hola .. this write has been like cookin for a while .. generally simmering …. Occasionally sputtering out …. its been like that old flame … which never really got old .. but one just got used to it always being there ..like a candle flickering under the palm …. Makin you wince every time the flicker morphed into a flame … it came aflame again today …as I came across this word in a book…. The word …Serendipity …… well cant say this was the first time I ran into the word … I believe it’s a happening zone here on frops .. yeah! Yeah! .. I know it sounds as if am targeting the zone owner .. something like lookin London talkin Tokyo .. but believe me am lookin at Tokyo and talkin Tokyo.. … that said … the book said .. and I quote .. “Almost everything of the moment is the product of serendipity”.. unquote … There was this fella called Hugh Walpole .. who derived this word form the fairy tale ..”The Three Princes of Serendip” … these princes were always making discoveries by accident or sagacity, of things which they were not in quest of … like that Columbus fellow .. he went lookin for India .. and found America … you find something you are not looking for and it changes the world, while wondering after its discovery why it took so long to arrive at something so obvious …. The scientific angle of serendipitous … well … innumerable … the wheel … there was no specific project marked for inventing the wheel …. We happened roll some logs …. Alexander Fleming the fella immortalized for the discovery of penicillin … wasn’t lookin for penicillin per se …. He was cleaning his lab and he found penicillin mould growing on one of his old experiments ….. tis true Fleming was lookin for ‘something” … but the actual discovery was .. well .. serendipitous … the discovery ..on hindsight looks momentous … however .. it took its own sweet time .. 1928 was the year of the discovery …. And it wasn’t till 1940 that it was first injected .. it became the wonder drug ..in 1945 … … .. .. .. .. .. .. .. and then there was other drug .. don’t blush .. via – agra .. ha …. It was meant to be an anti hypertensive drug … but then there is this thing called … Serendipity .. .. the idea then … is to keep looking … for this or that .. if you don’t find this … you will find that … enough of drugs and wheels …. The binary read ..0101010101111000101010 ….. all zeros and ones .. it ran through the fibreoptics . sometimes traversing the radiowaves … like billions of other binaries .. through gateways, firewalls, waterfalls, broadband, narrowband , no band … it ran amuck like a nomad without a sense of direction .. it reached hundreds of other computers ….. it got decoded .. flashed on the screens ….. the light from that one screen traversed through those lovely brown eyes .. impinged on the retina … made their way to that beautiful mind … they made a statement .. she wrote a statement … it got binaried … went through the same route… reached his computer … his screen .. his eyes .. his brain … something rang there …. Like a bell .. like a connection … a connection … through zeros and ones … he zeroed on to her .. the more zeroed the more he realized she was the one …. They clicked from thousands of kilometers apart … in this world of geeks, freaks, egomaniacs, super sensitive, self righteous, bigots religious or otherwise, self styled experts, Mr & Ms Knowalls … upturned nose moral police, fakes, double triple quadruple ids, centres of the universe … its by accident that one finds .. the one …. Otherwise just when you think you found a good friend … you realize it wasn’t one guy you befriended but it was three of them … I Me and Myself …ha .. anyways .. that’s not the point … the point is her … he found her … they analoged about everything under the sun .. or the moon .. or under the eclipse … he was eclipsed by her .. she found it ominous … he found it serene …. And then .. he wanted to talk to her …. So they like .. talked ..the more he talked to her the more he liked her …. When he heard her voice for the first time …it did something so beautiful to his ears .. that he was always was on a song … he realized for the hundredth time .. that she was the one …. … .. and then the trouble with the human head is that … it just cant let a beautiful thing be … want more and more .. and still more ….. more so when you know it aint gettable …. So then true to the human condition .. he said photo .. she said .. no photo … He said: meet .. She said .. go eat meat .. He said .. it’s a short life … She said.. honey! you will be surprised how long it is .. He said ya .. I long for you so much.. every minute seems like eternity … There! She said … see how long your life is dahlin.. every hour is sixty eternities .. ha .. He said address … She said Earth .. He said which one of the six billion humans are you .. She said honey there is only three billion or so of my kind on this planet … the other three billion or so are morons …. Ha .. He said .. aw! come on .. gimme a sign .. She said .. look at the moon … He said … am lookin at it .. she said … I am lookin at it too …………….. …. ….. ……. ……. …… He said .. we must meet …… She said …..SERENDIPITY …….. he went and saw the movie … Serendipity … 2001 John Cusak and Kate Beckinsale … has anyone of you seen it ……



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Dec 29, '09



OH GEETA,
THIS THING STARTED WITH THE DIVINE MOTHER BLOG... Alright lets get real here ... We started with a mother .. no mother .. no nothin .. but then .. we humans .. we cant help it .. man .. we just have to push .. we aint happy with just the fact that we was born .. we want more .. so full of ourselves ..we just cant fathom a simple truth that we like the rest of the fauna and flora .. have evolved... we ascribe a greater purpose to our existence .. ( matlab yeh hai ki .. aisa ho kaisa sakta hai ki hum yahan hai .. aur iska koi matlab nahi hai .. matlab kuch to hai .. nahi to hamare jaisa .. super intelligent and sensitive being banta hi kyun) ( I mean .. this is the height of deceit man .. to sit and to think .. that just because we are here ..on this planet .. there is something more to it.. something much more .. we denigrate our existence here as some kind of a punishment .. something that we need to grow out of .. attain f@#$%^& moksha ... but while we are at it .. we can go ahead .. tear this planet apart.. tear each other apart .. and then turn around and say .. yeh to vidhi ka vidhan hai bhaiya .. ya bhenji .. .. yeh to hona hi tha .. bhagwan ki marzi .. we are to instruments in the hand of god .. .. WHAT F@#$%^& CRAP.. do you really believe it % do you think it was Ruchikas destiny to run into that sick head rathore .. do you .. do you think ..  the suicide bombers are there .. because it is the divine mother .. playing out her game .. huhh ... come on people )) we love the notion that we have been created .. that there is this sanctimonious super duper reason for our taking birth .. we think .. the earth has been created for us .. it never occurs to us .. that we here because the earth is here .. we think this earth, this lovely planet .. is here because .. our goddamn gOd created it for us .. a playground for the super being called human ..our sense of superdom .. is relative... its just by chance that we are top dog on this planet ...But dahlins.. there are billions of other planets .. billions... and to this .. our dichotomy ... On one side we say .. we are puppets in the hand of god ... and I quote a believer here WHATEVER WE SEE AROUND US ,WHATEVER HAPPENS TO US,IS THE MANIFESTATION OF HER SPORT,HER LILA,HER JOY.SOMETIMES THE DEVOTEE SAYS ,'MAD WOMAN,WHAT ARE YOU DOING?'WHEN HE SEES HER INDULGING IN ONE OF HER PRANKS,PLAYING WITH HUMAN HEARTS PRODUCING PAIN AND PLEASURE.SOMETIMES WE DO NOT FIND ANY RHYME OR REASON IN THE WHOLE COSMIC PROCESS,BUT THIS WHOLE COSMIC PROCESS IN ITS MADNESS ,ITS CRUELTY,ITS PAIN AND PLEASURE IS BUT THE MANIFESTATION OF THE MAD FROLICKING SPIRIT OF THE MOTHER,OF THE JOY SHE HAS IN HER PLAY.. read that again please ...i guess we are dealing with a sadistic B ...here but are we .. what we do is .. we palm off all our hedonistic activities to what we love to call god .. we love to be instruments .. because being an instrument gives us the freedom of being a everyday liar, manipulator, a despot, a psychopath, an everyday cheat, killer , marauder, rapist, petty thief and just about anything else because when the day ends we can all read geeta .. and say .. yeh to maya hai or ofcourse .. we can say we are bloody boiling aloos in a cauldron ... bhagwan ubal raha hai ji .. hum ubal rahen hai .. ... Jaise bhagwan ki marji .. jai radhey Krishna ..Then there is this second escape route... ascribing all to maya ...THE SINGULAR F&^*$# FAILURE TO RECOGANISE THAT THE FAULT LIES WITH US ... THE FAULT ALWAYS LIES OUTSIDE ... Sample this ( from another blog .. aditya3065 .. your beloved geeta .. chap3 v 37 ... "It is lust only ,which is born of contact with the material modes of passion and later transformed into wrath,and which is the all devouring sinful enemy of this world."
When a living entity comes in contact with the material creation,his eternal love for krishna is transformed into lust,in association with the mode of passion,or,in other words,the sense of love of God becomes transformed into lust,as milk in contact with sour tamarind is transformed into yogurt.Then again,when lust is unsatisfied,it turns into wrath;wrath is transformed into illusion,and illusion continues the material existance.Therefore lust is the greatest enemy of the living entity,and it is lust only which induces the pure living entity to remain entangled in the material world
%. Have you read it carefully .. it says .. the fault lies with the lust .. not with the living entity ....huh???!! .. hullo .. no living entity .. no lust .. so why blame lust ...Man ... lust is our own creation .. goddamn it .... u make it sound like vice versa ... And icing on the cake .. in the end it says ... Combine lust and wrath in the service of god .. like hanuman... The suicide bomber next door .... Am sure .. feels like hanuman saving his lord form the enemy .....bigotry .................
Oh .. by the way... Geeta.. (am talkin hazel eyed XX ( that is the chromosome pattern am talkin about) .. would you .. ummm ..care for a coffee honey ..

PS : alright .. what i have quoted here comes from a blog of a fellow human.. named .. aditya3065 .. he doesnt accept messages, scraps or comments beacuse his god forbids him to do so ...his god asked him to delete the comment i posted on the boiling aloo analogy ..( comparing humans to boiling patatos takes quite a bit of an imagination .. i admit that .. i was appreciating that ..  and this what he said in a return message quote " I could answer you in your language but cant do because then what will be difference between you and me. May God give you wisdom to know Him ? I am sure it will be"...unquote oh just by the way .. since when did the divine mother .. become a HIM..)  that is one helluva forbidding god .. anyways ... dear aditya .. this aint about YOU .... OK BUDDY .. AM NOT ADDRESSING YOUR EGO HERE .. WHAT U CALL AHAM ... AM CHALLENGING YOUR BRAHMAN .. ALRIGHT .. THE ALL POWERFUL .. OK .. SO HE WILL TAKE CARE OF ME FOR THIS BLASPHEMY ... dont lose your cool mate ... sab maya hai .. mad mother .. playing games ..   you are free to comment .. i dont block scraps/ messages/ commments ... WELCOME TO THE BIG BAD WORLD ... GODS CAN BE CHALLENGED ..  ... SMILE ... MAYA........)



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Dec 25, '09



Background : It’s an account of coming to terms with .. how should I put it … separation .. no .. distance

Hey … My thesis .. my life (yeah am at it again… am I gonna bore u … am I gonna make it heavy … I don’t know ) .. but yeah .. its u … its us .. u n me .. may be u n I as in UI…. have no form .. but .. to me ..it is everything .. it is more than anything else .. sounds bad? .. shouldnt be? …. There is a reality to face … outta get real ..Well .. am as real as I can get …. You are my universe … my only verse … I know if I say more i will make u feel worse . and u will get terse…. ha … but Butterfly…. Voices inside my head keep saying this one word …. You … u … you … yOu ..yoU …U … the trouble is I can’t get to keep UI at a baseline level …. Baseline level maybe defined as a level wherein I would be happy just in the knowledge that u are there … you know.. as in THERE … ALWAYS … WITH ME .. and I can happily go in doing whatever I am.. secure in the knowledge that u are the wind beneath my wings … obviating all need of a contact through the, microwave, radiation, Ethernet , physical touch, yin and yang, taichi, iski, uski,sabki aur agar aur koi ki bach gai hai to uski.. … just the connection through aether (aluminiferous medium) would suffice … you know .. kinda like e =mc2 … that essentially means all energy is mass and all mass is energy .. basically its all energy ……from theory of relativity …. Happy in the knowledge that you and I like the rest of the universe, both living and non living … are made up of quarks and electrons … quarks and electrons are the common elements of all mass … living, dead, non living and the undead .. that is to say that all of us are nothing but quarks and electrons modulated into different forms through force fields …. The trick lies in the disparate strengths of these multiple force fields ( confused.. heh..heh .. don’t be read the third word from the start … thesis .. hai yeh)..interplay of the force fields decides what becomes a sun and what becomes a human or a swine …. The common thread that connects all there is .. is the force ….. so the essence of baseline is that I should get myself to reconcile ( reconcile perhaps is the wrong word .. the right word would be… understand) that you and I are connected through the Force ( back then when I used to say May the Force Be With U .. I didn’t know this scientific context of the force…) .. and since UI are connected through this force .. there is no need for other connections...whenever my longing for you rises to earthquake level .. I should tell myself …. Get real boy .. its only quarks and electrons …. Simple .. right .. peace … where is the problem …….. but the trouble is… no answer is dynamite proof … it aint simple even at that micro level … coz there are atleast four types of forces … as it is three is a crowd .. so four makes it complicated .. its no longer simple …. Second .. there is whole lot of action happening at the quarks and electron level …. Its kinda like a chaos … so what does that mean … that means peace has just been shown the door .. if what has made us is in constant motion .. how the fcuk can we be at peace … ha.. so then no peace .. just little pieces ….. I just blew the base out of the baseline … all there is left is a line ….. a line that runs straight to you ….. back to square one … u You .. yUo ..U ..
Let me tackle this at a macro level .. lets say human level …. Theoretically there are ways I can come to terms with us ….
Mode 1. Let go …
Mode 2. Move on….
Mode 3. Destiny …
Mode 4. It will be alright in the end …
Mode 5. Let it be ……
Answers
Mode 1. Let go .. of what … u ? life!!! .. sorry .. no way … unless of course a loco hits me … then too the loco will die .. not I …

Mode2. Move on .. yeah I am … all roads lead to you..

Mode 3. Destiny … yup its in my hands .. u are the destination

Mode4. Yeah it will be … who cares about the end … life is a journey … on the road with you …

Mode 5. Let it be … yeah .. that’s what its all about … but with a twist .. lets consume the distance and then just be .....



PS :This is a work of fiction. There is not even a coincidental link to anybody alive, dead ,undead or dying . There are no parallels/ inspirations to/of this write .. either in this universe or the next or the one next to the next. .. okay cool ...
PPS : Make no mistake .. this is abstract .....



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Oct 27, '09



Chaos .. as the devil knows.. means .. onehelluvalotofaconfusion …( confusion .. perhaps means something that’s born when fusion is conned) … them mathematicians say … it is a very specific unpredictability .. … maths they say is the way of the world … everything has a reason .. an attribution .. somebody here has tag line going ,. There is a method to my madness …. Yeah sure … its great being methodically mad … lookin at it from an average ordinary dudes’ eye (eyes if please)… it kinda beats me … what the ffuck do you mean …. By .. analyse this .. specific unpredictability ?? … can something that’s specific be unpredictable …… ? …. Anyways … what the hell .. how the f .. does it matter .. if life is maths … how come mathematicians fare so badly … I aint getting into the mathematical definitions of chaos ….. chaos is like multiple slam bams left right and centre .. its like all the hell breakin loose ( or is it lose).. its like .. 20 GB memory stuffed in a 128 MB space … its like midday sun in the eyes when you expect to see the moon ….its like helter skelter … …. … its something that happens to the head when when a memory returns … …. Wham .. the deja’ vu’ hits u … …. Throws you off the rocker … makes you experience paradise in the middle of hell … its like experiencing Cloud Ten from the middle of a shit pile .. ha …. It happened the other day .. he had just finished presiding over an exceptionally well orchestrated chaos … he was the “Presiding Officer - “ Fcuk Ups” … the day ended … he was receing kudos for a job well done ……with all the things in the well … got into this car …. It wasn’t a Ferrari … he was on the co-driver seat … talkin to his, monetarily oriented, systematic , god fearing, gruesomely loud, astrologer friend … 20 minutes into the drive it hit him … it was the same car she drove …. The make that is …. His mind got thrown into a twirl ….. she came flooding back to him …. Marooning him as the moments he had lived with her wafted over him .. wave after wave after wave …. White horses over the dark sea … wouldn’t leave him even as they stood static at a railway crossing …. He leaned back on the seat and let it happen .. while his friend yakked away to glory … closed his eyes .. and then he realized he had to make an enquiry about a friends child admitted to the hospital … he made the call …. Enquired … heard the story … that thing under his sternum going wilder by each passing second.. thumping … butterflies all over the place …. The child was fine .. that gooey stuff inside his thick skull playing flubber …. Stars, sun , moon, clouds, dust, global warming, green peace , red heat, birth , extinction, bears bulls stallions all at the same time ….. the car was fast .. time stopped.. then walloped back .. he was next to her …. On the roads of D …. She was driving … the rest of the world was hazy … the music in the car was his … a girl crooning in the back ground of heavy guitar and electro beat .. Our love is like no other…. Our love is to be Forever … you make me feel … you make me feel … Stronger…. She refused to look at him .. was always scared to look in his eyes … she called them deadly … … then true to her self .. she would turn to look at him in the eyes .. hold his stare .. right in the middle of the chaotic delhi traffic …. And give that wispy smile … that smile .. that exploded like a grenade full of butterflies in the tendril garden … Chaos ……. That flubber inside his head in rampant “ specifically unpredictable motion” ….BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ …. The relentless vibration of his phone brought him back to his friends’ car ….. he was talking of the Lal kitab of astrology … the quintessential book of predictions ….. the last time he had put his friend in a pressure cooker situation .. he had bolted …. Forgetting all about predictions …. Relinquishing everything to do with ram and his bharose … blog khatam … kya hua .. abrupt ending?? … chaos hai bahi .. kabhi bhi chaloo hota hai .. kabhi bhi khatam hota hai …
PS : did I tell u the title of the song …. Its called .. Take my head….. you make me feel …



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