Death

Extremities fuels existence, balance justifies it. Single bead makes the whole rosary. There is no specific progression to this inner urge to procreate first at sublime then subsequently at gross state, but when the mind desires to it finds itself short of a prolonged coherent self sustainable thought, which becomes a commodity in short supply. The mainstream light of my insights remain concentrated on random deep milestones I hit on my journey. There are flips of bright sparks which are short lived so again for them to shine I may have to wait for ages.

I do my bit instead and weave the web from the nucleus towards the periphery resultant being a neat work of divine symmetry. A deep fear resides in each of us that we don’t feel happy to confront and after a certain age a sense of knows all be all factor sticks itself to the individual. This is due to what we have confronted throughout existence becomes the parametric set on which we reside to frame our opinions of the overall existence. On the contrast in realty only 2 percent pie is known of the whole pizza, rest is left to wild assumptions and to an extent influenced by unknown beings of fame unfamiliar to us always.

The massive sanity is insane and the methodical originally is the soul lost in mess. This is not a dying leaf of writing before branding labels it and that too not divinity itself but based on biased one side inclined mass opinion. We don’t understand why what happens that what happens in the way it happens the interesting aspect being that still there is a sense very rational attached to it maybe not understood completely to the mortals.

Death is what excites my nerves to the hilt as someone has quoted aptly “there he is and now there he is not” this is one aspect secondary only to birth. The two events are full of so much learning and so full of what they depict the two sides of the coin. That we are each second dying slowly but happily or are we already no more this has been and can be contemplated on till eons. This unknown phenomenon is lurking by the corner each second and we see it happing to someone else and we have made ourselves comfortable with its sudden and helpless occurrence. The event is still an alien for us but we still agree to live on the bylines ignoring it altogether maybe because here at our home land life is so much in abundance so a loss of it is hardly noticed.

The battery just wears out and it can happen just now while writing too and this text can b just left unfinished. What a beauty can there be in the unfinished, something which was about to be completed but could not because we are no more.

There is an abrupt pause for the soul a chapter closes in its life, the set of people known with lived with are no more known and then the same wholeness manifests itself on some remote corner of the earth, also we need to witness that both the events death and birth has a portion of pain attached but birth is more miserable as it makes a turmoil for the two. For death at least for each one his own like a personal inner-wear. Repulsed but we still need it.

It’s not that difficult just close your eyes and that if prolonged is what it is a simulation, if u need then go to sleep. Both the activities are connected. We have been fed so much in our brains that we lose our intellect to think in its own capacity of a certain aspect of being and then even if we do the new self centric question of how does it affect/benefit me enters you, but for the greater cause if the veil is lifted and reality known then the benefit is itself ruled out.

First to manifest and then to remove it, am talking about the soul here, it is a tough task.

Though you have committed murder many times on a mosquito or a lizard or oh we forgot the chicken remember on here not of because you have not killed the soul of mosquito but killed the vehicle carrying the soul that is the body, you have just made a choice that cannot be undone.

Just see the event it’s not easy to drive out life force out of these beings they get so self attached and identified to them. Non human life force forms a flow chart of existence and follows it perennially. Then consider it for us sane humans who have mind. For us it’s like giving away our prized possession our life. The question is to cherish it or to let it go or the balance of both which is said to be worthier.

this is very thin line visualizing the patient in the ICU fighting with the green graph trying to keep it alive and the next minute it can go blank.

Every man has an opinion … but still whatever you say, you r just a guest to stay …

Ranges @ Midnight

The road from my flat is a straight run spanning some 6 kilometers to the inception of a sidelined sharp hill borne cut at right the curvy road under the warm arms of tress and blackness crawls to the troy like black gate, at this hour even the champions prefer not to dream of the terrain amidst the obvious. I create the palate to paint my minds surreal journey to the Delhi shooting range. Switching your vision to night mode not green but "white" follow me to the grand entrance. The sun has the luxury to witness glories and the moon is abandoned always similar to a widow.

There is a presence of ethereal ectoplasm which is felt closely by me while navigating the new sleek slender stretched 16:9 ratio lanes evenly distributed, tough the magnificent arena stands empty at this hour there is only me as the witnessing spectator with only encompassing white darkness. No erratic blasts of barrel are herd on the contrast the balance is witnessed. the silence negates the loudness sum resultant 0.

Electrification of a single vertical unit (lane) gives enough light to introspect the massive extremities the area had witnessed just few days/hours back when a guy from Hyderabad lived perfection and another from zirakpur/gemrany went into Zen satori, also a mindful Bengali persistently makes sensual embraces with his trigger and leads his muse bleiker into ecstasy. As a ghost away from fiery stardome, managed to be largely unknown has his share of memories @times travelling on foot to the entrance and sometimes lucky enough to b dropped down by a Scorpio.

So many years invested turned some into immortals and others to camouflage into the herd. The early crisp mornings had seen the European robotic machines rising into air out of nowhere aiming at the end of the vertical y axis unit and frenzied human's fetish being fulfilled.
But @ this lucid hour there is only silence for those who were; who are; and who will be indulging in this never forgiving extravagant sport. 

I float out into the moonlit sky new structures standing on my right and left and front. Each has eons of stories to tell. This loneliness is not trembling but full of awe the nature of soul is to be alone while cloaked in form. Especially the ones who choose this discipline recognize this as a larger fact. The secret which unfolds here is to be alone in company, the mind created biases towards the convenient and the intellect selects. The screeching silence is deafening as the ear is conditioned to the barrels spitting bullets but the yin and yang the silence in the shooting is the secret firmament which is the elixir of our divine sport.  

This journey by me hopefully has a new meaning to the ancient art called S.H.O.O.T.I.N.G sport.

Bullet Buddha 

PROUD MOMENT

The road from my flat is a straight run spanning some 6 kilometers to the inception of hilly cut at right the curvy road under the warm arms of blackness crawls to the troy like black gate at this hour even the champions prefer not to dream of the terrain.amidst the obvious I create the palate to paint my minds surreal journey to the range. Switching your vision to night mode not green but white follow me to the grand entrance. The sun has the luxury to witness glories and the moon is abandoned always similar to a widow.

There is a presence of ethereal ectoplasm which is felt closely by me while navigating the new sleek slender stretched 16:9 ratio lanes evenly distributed, tough all empty at this hour there is only me as the witnessing spectator with only encompassing darkness. No erratic blasts are herd on the contrast the balance is witnessed. the silence negates the loudness sum resultant 0.

Electrification of a single vertical unit (lane) gives enough light to introspect the massive extremities the area had witnessed just few days/hours back when a guy from Hyderabad lived perfection and another from zirakpur/gemrany went into Zen satori, still I who managed 2 b largely unknown has his share of memories @times travelling on foot to the entrance and smtyms lucky enough to b dropped down by a Scorpio. So many years put in and turned some into immortals and some made to camouflage into the herd. The early crisp mornings had seen the European machines rising into air out of nowhere aiming at the end of the vertical y axis unit and frenzied humans fetish being fulfilled. But @ this hour there is only silence for those who were who are and who will b.

I float out into the moonlit sky new structures standing on my right and left and front.Each has eons of stories to tell. This loniless is not trembling but full of awe the nature of soul is to b alone while comig or going back. And esp the ones who choose this discipline recognize this as a larger fact. The secret which unfolds here is to b alone in company, the mind created biases towards the convenient and the intellect selects.

This journey by me hopefully has a new meaning to the age old act.

Called S.H.O.O.T.I.N.G

I. eye.

The concentric rings, core black in the centre and brown and blue or green or black spreading out the cornea like a spider’s web a smooth layer of skin flaps it to change images formed at the mind and fleeting in 1/10th of a second but the impression on subconscious lasts forever the first memory! Close your eyes, that u see are a glimpse of invoked divinity. Untainted. then you may ask questions when you were dead or enlightened in human world we call it sleep the missing piece of life and so many hours lost to it.., you ask what did I saw it is not known dreams of very unique nature some of it becomes embedded not to be forgotten till the end and some you force on yourself to occur, natural is the way let it come on you. Receivers work is to receive and display clear.

Reverse the wheel go deep down remember it all scattered pieces of existence not neatly symmetrical but still crucial for identity the intangibility of which the self is made the ethos, the character, the very own nature. It cannot be undone once started it only flows forward with again bits and pieces adding some make sense and some seem totally alien. The oldest small spark in the head everything adding to the unknown balance sheet Surreal seems confusing and which the mind cannot comprehend it rejects outright but then to change to alter dimensions is not what I suggest. I ask to make this dimension the altered one

The images get in and get out some get stuck in the filter the filter is your intellect the material used decides what it will keep and what it will reject.. The eye sees the aim and the aim wants the eye the ultimate balance that keeps all intact …. In infinity v r lost and in limits we succeed whenever the quest for the limitless is made the limited gets lost… its an achievement or a tragedy is yet to be decided but our forefathers changed some rules they for the convince of their children and understanding the sheer dumbness encompassing us which they could foresee captured the unlimited in the bottle of wine the shaped divinity which are tapped by meticulous still doable ways.

The precious exercise is to make the eye see what is hidden to generations mind is a gimmick it deludes and senses are slaves, the visions are an imp tonik which differentiates the special.. the power centers focused on by mind have the ability to do what is really wished for but the animal inside humans has to tamed in the right manner or else it creates havoc the practice is quite essential. It a process of lifetimes but they are short lived due to the addiction of the game. The naked wanderer is the real king. Faiths only I ask you to give to the universe. In abundance and that’s all... rest is automatically taken care of. The rhythms are ancient and the rites are continuous. The adoration never stops once you uplift and know the real there is no turning back. The karma pulls back but the penance like a knife cuts it.

The brightness inside a tiny dot fucking bright. That’s soul. Remember it’s the essence. Bring it to the centre of the forehead and raise it. Put the memories in fire. Purify them and as well the desires for future…. there u stand naked with the bright light in the centre of forehead. Pushing towards extremes break the chord balance is the key. Nothing is to be overdone. Just the eyes in the eyes, the visual coitus maintained. Finally some tears may roll out of longing and the skin lids close. But the balls still see. Don’t wish MOKSHA its devastating total annihilation even a new born is better he kicks and cries but the person on the verge of moksha is in coma. Will seem to you externally so atleast. …

Feel it inside like hunger or restlessness as you focus,.. The vision has to be of the above and pure... Just keep on walking and one day you without knowing U yourself end up submerged into the sea.

I don’t know how this flowed. But whatever happened has more heart than mind.

Left handers are wonderful They have the right brain working for them.

The echoes are transmitted.

Ekta On Hunt

The clouds made the day peak towards the end early there has been an ongoing rush of downpour which looks everlasting the idiot box has been blasting out of the same situation with increasing casualties but still the wet lord does not stop its sprinkling tap. Clouds gave us an excuse and by 5pm we were at zirakpur in a small unknown house in the by lanes temporarily abandoned by the original owner for once a year ritual to visit their elder son so the younger was left for us to bear. 3 of us were enjoying the freedom we acquired and the young lad whose house we were about to devastate was least bothered. immersed in his taste of sorted out occasion suited jagjit singh cd ~ rotating and kissing the lens of the boutique player,

To my amazement the alcoholic intake supplier seemed to know the exact preferences learnt by heart of both the mammals. Their eyes were more brightened by the soothing feel of the green glass bottle the one which had recently witnessed devastating effects on the Indian local beer market, I for a change demanded the Russian transparent liquid. The session was started with a small ritual of cursing the side snacks for not being 5 star perfect the effects started settling in within 50mins of repeated action of hands munching & sipping and fantasying realities what even the mind cannot control. . . the outside could b heard with a heavy rush of h2o from unknown heights. The electricity was an out of question luxury and the inverter had already died on us. So a stand having 3 candles was readily available

SET and SETTING was perfect the time was near to crash down and the bed was generous enough to accommodate 3 male arses. Puneet was the guy who in such circumstances without diverting his mind wanted to sleep and Praveen the boy who was the host was flexible and subtle enough to understand my devilish mind… the most imp topic of the night was introduced by me the Experiences of the Paranormal and how such things exist. Puneet thought that he should dig a hole in the bed and get inside but we managed to gullible him to listen. I told him of my college days when my flat’s first floor was said to b haunted by an eunuch’s (hijra) ghost and it was seen by the room owner hanging from their ceiling fan at night he got high fever the next day and ran in a week… the other being the Nagaland girl’s story who use to sit in the corner of the room cuddled posed in ring style. Puneet was already getting the jitters and Praveen was supporting me for the cause, other incidents of MEHINDI PUR BALAJI the sacred temple of LORD HANUMAN G the holy place which is v powerful for such miracles to be seen where v get rid of all ghosts and Bahan garh the no~1 haunted place of INDIA in Rajasthan where none is allowed in the fort to enter after 6pm, the hills were left so the focus went to Kasauli hills and how Praveen had experience of paranormal nature.

The chiller came from Praveen when he told about the in house experience of someone poking him and speaking his name in the same house where we were staying and they had to do a purity havan ritual and the most striking account of Chandigarh’s own haunted house in SECTOR~16 which among all the well built well lit adored houses was a widow, a charred forgotten devastated house complete ruins.. The story behind it like every place haunted was that ex BEAUROCRATS son and his friend had raped a girl EKTA and killed her after that they all died mysteriously. One day as told by Praveen he had gathered the courage to enter that house in night 2am with his 4 companions after having some quick shots of liquor. They formed a chain and went with mobile lights on. It was drastically smelly all unwanted energies they could feel someone as if calling inside though nothing substantial happened as the vaastu was crumbled and bad there were basements through secret doors in rooms and further basements and kind of a asymmetrical error maze , Praveen and the five others after 25 mins of excavation were terrified internally and decided to go out not breaking that chain, and after they were out Praveen himself noticed written on the front wall clearly in red EKTA ON HUNT. This is no joke but a real life experience even I now practicing for some time circles unknown got startled and had to gather my soul to fight the dark the imagination gives you more chill then the real unknown. My advice is simple and practical don’t put your foot where the ground is soggy or else u will fall.

By the end of this real time experience we saw Puneet and he was totally inside the bed sheet on his face and terrified to the hilt. V had to switch on the light which had come by then ~ perfect timing. I consoled Puneet and made him forget the dark world which we had stepped in there was a short break and Praveen stood up for a smoke, water and Puneet also rose to follow as Puneet left the bed and the door I tip toed unnoticed behind already fear inflicted Puneet and b4 he could understand just in a FLASH OF A SECOND I held him from the back and made a weird sound, the action had more than a equal and opposite reaction , it was sight to see he jumped and was frenzied totally horrified he was in a state of semi heart attack, our mission was achieved. We had to make him overcome his fear but instead he was trying to grab and punch me right in my face and I was running like Jerry.

If you want to conquer someone install your fear in his mind let him get inflicted and then attack the job was half done already you will just do the formalities.

Excerpts from recent trip to Chandigarh

Divine Intake

21st CENTUARY: 2010

It all starts from someone who brings u into the covenant u are alien to its basic nature. always known as a option looked down upon and not to b chosen even restricted by law but still outnumbered, mass following increasing day by day people from the anvil ~ novices trying it on a regular basis getting used to that alien smell the noticing aspect is the art by which it is created from starting to end comparing both the novice and the expert the difference lies in the small details. Armatures these day are preoccupied in walking through the lanes of this craft getting used to the mechanic process which is integral to the experts nature, the uninitiated travels the path to be an expert by each passing day and the expert longs for its memoirs when he was what he is not today when 1 drag would give him those moments which are lost now although presently he remains in a perpetual trance state. He longs for the catharsis.

The hands twitch and there comes a fine sheen of white paper all symmetrical with a unique Spanish name Rizilla, the intelligent prefers to customize the act to suit the group's current state, the proportions of mixing the tobacco flakes with the green dried grass are so precisely monitored as if its gold in making and it becomes a subconscious fetish. The fingers then have to administer fine work of camouflaging so that there is no caste bar remaining between the two cousins, evenly distributed on the white sheen it is held up with calculated angels of thumb and fine fingers where the small dwarf is ready to b inserted at the conjunction of the rolled crescent and the cave part of human face, finally the balancing touch of the tongue’s slimy liquid touched in moderation eventually uprising a long round pole shaped formation flourishes , The MISSION is achieved voila the baby is born.

With so much intangible satisfaction attached to it the consumption starts for the 1 who is a rookie he sits with impatiences with gleaming eyes and lord Agni is invited to light the pole which has so high stakes as its not machine made , he becomes enchanted by what he sees, there may b t lights , trance/Buddha ambient music and then the covenant gears up for the rotations of inhalation & exhalation’s mechanical process the mind bends and gives up to the new found luxuries personal gratification begins taking control of the arena very few take time to understand the substance and I feel sorry for the newbie’s who have abused the art for finding personal god’s and jailing them in their own illusionary domain getting off side from the tracks of the real understanding, the hard earned decorative is finally burnt to a golden bright circle of fire enhancing selfish angels which are portrayed with big ego boxes , I strongly feel there has to an institute where learning can happen on the real usages, techniques and understanding of the plant.

THE ELEVATED DIMENSION

The first half was aimed to bring to light the present real time case scenario where the usage is umpteen mixed with alcohol and u know what. The reasons are many and names are plenty, Ganja Weed Grass Charas hashish MARIJUANA. Unknown a smoker speaks hailing lord Shiv this is his Prasad not a problem smoking it, across our subcontinent people in plethora administer it not expensive so sorted after by many.

Let’s now zoom out of this pathetic human dimension and zoom into mount Kailash for a change to make things familiar to your conscious otherwise think what you may because he is all pervasive. Lord Shiva is perpetually in a Samadhi state,unconscious, semi conscious or fully conscious only he himself knows this is the Shiva force In this form that v see as an image since time immemorial in temples, questioning this would be like asking why does river Ganges doesn’t flow in the opposite direction. We understand that Shiva is the supreme consciousness and so many secrets unfolds to the seeker much learning happens just by looking at him thoughtfully, more than a god head he is a mystery and unravels with great understanding.

Shiva is god to all devas asuras and humans etc, his ways are distinct and his name is ancient and resounding in the universe. Now he has this strange habit of consuming the grass which humans don’t have a hint to decode and it makes the fact more strong that our ancestors were monkeys because we simply replicated that what we see. This life for many of us is not that eventful in the full course and at times person wants to forget everything and just b with himself this is just a small understanding that I see through, Shiva is out of time the bigger aspect called Mahakal so he has been a key witness to much chaos like the architect in matrix.

He feels happy his way and remembering not just 1 life time but many eons is taxing on Shiva so conch chillum filled with marijuana makes him forget the world he is the destroyer and for him there is nothing to remember. The world comes and goes but he remains and all is him, weed brings less sleep and immediate concentration and thoughtlessness, so a small drag for him is allowed after all he is the one who started the process of consumption , other than this logic there are spiritual effects > there is a curse on marijuana which is first removed and used by tribal people to control hunger so it was more then simply pleasure intake it is a rough grass not found in tame lands.

So there are many hidden secrets to the substance and 1 known prominent benefit is it brings happiness laughter and light mood, so nothing bad after the act of destruction he is still guilt free because its his karma to do that, lastly as said by the great lord himself somewhere when advised not to smoke on harms of memory loss, lighting his chillum he said

“that is exactly why it is good no idiot who smokes this is afraid of forgetting he is scared of not forgetting and the guy wondered what terrible past could have initiated Shiva to get addicted to this strange stuff.

Oh even I finished my stick, my small insisting to all ~ think twice before smoking there is a karma gathering on you while you divulge deep into the pleasure there will b a repay of it not now may b later, do it the safer way .ASK ME …

Ps:

> This has been my original understanding of the subject I picked with my own experiences also yes met the long matted guys who are masters of the art

>Some lines are taken from the immortals of meluha to suit the occasion.

>That’s a small view point on lord Shiva you may have yours as many minds so many are the universes and so are the gods.

Golden Flames

lingering fragrance in the subconscious, sensous, serene, tantalizing. The perennial wait of the weight which the flesh longs sometimes so light so swift not at all felt and at other instances heavy enough to crumble you down .The warmth it has is sweet and addictive this it is not a carnal craving but a pure feeling primordially belonging to many lifetimes the real contact is just a final flowering of the fantasies the dreams an array of continuous longings of the jigsaw to be complete.

Interesting enough the divine forces had even scummed to it the most arduous pure not affected were charmed and indulged though they realized later that even their involvement for this whimsical moment had pushed them down deep into the abyss but still they were tempted enough to take the risk just a small spark would rise a desire so strong that would consume the whole being. this is the beginning which is feared always but once entered has path of no return

There is an old technique less known to mortals but personally experimented by me and the followers of the oriental practices would know, that the desire is controlled by the mind and the mind by breath so if breath is managed so is the end resultant controlled to once accordance but how many us take the path against the flowing stream of consumptions

There have been citing that the angels had also fallen for the human race the pleasure so enticing that though knowing the long run outcomes not favorable they risked and involved. The word FALLEN was used by the pure beings of that race because the connotation of this word is negative and according to me the lot of the angels more strict and confiding by the code didn’t see their contemporaries compromising their purity for that pleasure which was of blood and flesh, again demeaning human race is not a very attractive idea to be accepted by me because on oriental arena there are a plethora of cases where god has entered the human body to be a part of us and being amongst us to make us realize that we are but the one and only HIM.

This is my small understanding where I contradict with some serious western scholars but how does it matter that flame is not wiped out the ancient urge still resides in us all. The westerners have classified it as devilish the oriental as forbidden only some brave have looked into and experimented and encountered it by the face that happiness is totally unfathomable so many have written so much but the wait of that soft weight near you makes you go numb this is one experience that if monitored in moderation can be a real out of world experience and if u are smart enough u get it free! lol

Witnessing

lingering fragrance in the subconscious, sensous, serene, tantalizing. The perennial wait of the weight which the flesh longs sometimes so light so swift not at all felt and at other instances heavy enough to crumble you down .The warmth it has is sweet and addictive this it is not a carnal craving but a pure feeling primordially belonging to many lifetimes the real contact is just a final flowering of the fantasies the dreams an array of continuous longings of the jigsaw to be complete.

Interesting enough the divine forces had even scummed to it the most arduous pure not affected were charmed and indulged though they realized later that even their involvement for this whimsical moment had pushed them down deep into the abyss but still they were tempted enough to take the risk just a small spark would rise a desire so strong that would consume the whole being. this is the beginning which is feared always but once entered has path of no return

There is an old technique less known to mortals but personally experimented by me and the followers of the oriental practices would know, that the desire is controlled by the mind and the mind by breath so if breath is managed so is the end resultant controlled to once accordance but how many us take the path against the flowing stream of consumptions

There have been citing that the angels had also fallen for the human race the pleasure so enticing that though knowing the long run outcomes not favorable they risked and involved. The word FALLEN was used by the pure beings of that race because the connotation of this word is negative and according to me the lot of the angels more strict and confiding by the code didn’t see their contemporaries compromising their purity for that pleasure which was of blood and flesh, again demeaning human race is not a very attractive idea to be accepted by me because on oriental arena there are a plethora of cases where god has entered the human body to be a part of us and being amongst us to make us realize that we are but the one and only HIM.

This is my small understanding where I contradict with some serious western scholars but how does it matter that flame is not wiped out the ancient urge still resides in us all. The westerners have classified it as devilish the oriental as forbidden only some brave have looked into and experimented and encountered it by the face that happiness is totally unfathomable so many have written so much but the wait of that soft weight near you makes you go numb this is one experience that if monitored in moderation can be a real out of world experience and if u are smart enough u get it free! lol

Under Currents

sumerian, aramik, sanskrit, the dialect used by the ones who r just a myth now the permanance is lost with every moment it vanishes some r warriors other pawns .this synthesis a fine mesh which seperates the other dimensions why have v closed ourselves in the box i wonder at times, the existence is subjective to the seer, fro a child who is born this world is new for the world he is new the newness is in the madness, madness is not quantifiable and it is not found in asylums but btw u normal humans the lunatics are the only cured it seems at times just a counter balance, but still onn this planet hidden are people this is under currrent the real ones they the umpires the watchers the monitors they keep the balance intact though there is a lot of duplication cloning happening and it turrns out to be a task to understand the real diamond in heaps f coal. winners,artists,acccoumplishers,eeducationalsit,do gooders,profit churner silver spoon carriers, lucky bastards and unlucky ass rubbers, these floodlights are above them. these masters have a real off exsistence and have secrets which are crucial for understanding the larger cause. humans dope go crazy make out vigrously to get a new high and the trap is perrinial u need more threshold to get out of it and there r contemporaries who pull u down under UNDERGROUND into the abyss.. this is not mytological tour of the hell with fire blazing btw the planks but a reality check of wat lies beyond. loud musik bursting then a small door, some unexpected random explicit scenes then a blind gaurd who gets u in where the half tripped blak cloth face covered mystik sits has been a visual used effectivly in cheap hollywood cinema but these mystiks are still tough to detect they work in the underbelly and it is easy for them to b lost in our holy cow nation where excistence is cheap,unwanted and dominated by ny one who is inteligent enough to b the wolf in the sheep. but the seers r there few left but still sorted after and the lands are still pure and this ray shines above the blakness dat v increase for ourselves day by day, the main being lust, not only for flesh but simultaneously for power etc this is a multi utility word. am no improver but a explorer ... i was at a village in western parts of up and i hv seen the village being dependent on the hookah smoking god man who has a spirit in control, and it solved our problem as well , now analyze a place with no water or electricity can solve problems of ppl who hive in from far and white, i read extensively bout the sanskrit txts and the amount of learning u have there is not a comparison to wat others hv to offer and commendable rr those who bring inn practise the principal , the world was btr b4 the net bcoz individdual was bothered ffor himself but with connnectivy comes knowledge and a lot of knowledge brings confusion in choosing the right path nd delusion seeps in, it is v imp to tread the path of systematik right knowleedge for which i hope i can b helpfful bcoz this concept which is considered a cult is handled with freevolous attitude which has destroyed the essence, am no preacher just a awakeneer i plan to start the fire so dat u can b burnt nxt time when u see a ordinary man having cofffee thing 2wice as he may b extra ordinary, so for today go and slap urself . b awake, and keep on searching. THE TRUTH

nanga baba.

Diamond Studded Forehead

the craze has increased for the burn out generation day by day so has the temperature and today v sing all day for the water to come down but alas so much sin has happened as they say that the water does not come in this land of flyovers and crazed out traffic you may see an ankel tattoed female with hair tossed out ipod plugged in walking unaffected in her zone on the sidelines and a white shirt clad very obvious man on his phone talking bout the days usual never ending stories, they pass each other front on in a flash, the fragrance of the female goes a long way with guy and the girl sniifs her nose bcoz of the wet soiled inhalation, this is our land where contrasts xist in happiness uaffected dnt take it as an insight on india bcoz u already know bout it but u wat u dnt know is this tiny blue ball no which v rotate is just a very small dot and v r but a virus petrified smwhere deep down by a race which fuked up its resources real bad and this is the latest talked buzz in usa presently of our exisitance, of contrasts, of antimatter and balance on the razor of our reality and dat of a parallel universe but to us v think v know it all... but alash there is so much to understand , hw many lives do v remember of our being its a spot light focusing on rungs of chain but v forget we r ourselves the complete chain, dat day i was at the terris at 3.30 am the delhi terris are an array of mammoth and all so aligned as if u cud walk on the whole city at connecting heights of 100 vertical meters, so i was contemplating bout the plane of spice jet flyin past me over my head, the ppl inside dont even know dat time is changing with countries they fly upon and so is their xcistence, v know it by the gmt calcuations but still the mystery remains like the loch ness remains, the macro aspect i bring home is vere v better when v presumed earth was flat or today when v know it is round but hw many other rounds there may b which may b blue and hv sm one like me and you, fuk the enlightment is this is a trap the more you want to know the more there is to know but then what, ;like the number 23 which has some divine connection of the galactic centre aligning with out solar system/milky way in 2012,.. chalchitra lounge has amazing jasmine tea with a tiger moustached bombay uncle who serves me dat rs80 cup smiling aways and padoson movie running on the projector in gk2, i dnt even know his name and in afternoons when i wlak past i see him having a flag and acknowleding my xcistence, though am at a rough patch just after 12 hours at 3.30 pm when am hunting for humans who cud b goats and sheeps for my orgn and v cud slaughter them, not literally, lol...

tell me do u like being slapping yourself may b , who knows its a secret ... but like this then there is so much u want to do or get done,,,, man clok is tiking life is licking, .... either just hv a cheap fag and read me and say of fawk this is bull or , close ur eyes relax think bout me and make love to me,

but most imp is but wtf even if its imp or not bcoz imp is our made term, dnt bcom a lunatik but bcom real and then see through,

adios by pagal baba

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Journey

do u know that feeling which comes to you when u r shut out and with your self , closing your eyes lying on that comfortable couch u think what you want and for brief moment you feel u r in it, a very enticing system for our happiness, illusions can b more satisfying then reality. the person is one but lives many lives try this while reading just think bout say a swimmer on espn and keep on watching him with focus and you could then self identify with him and feel yourself swimming, what an amazing xperience when u may feel it,. this is a technique which may b result in a very good escape route to your daily monotonous routine but the point is it is just those two extra wheels to the cycle which we use as supporters but later after gainig the xpertise u dnt need these toys but being with the self is what makes u content, v r bound by our own will and the fear of unkonwn so v create the safety net i want to b realistic and bring courage to those souls who have discovered this writing on mine, can u remember how many times u, v have taken that xtra foot ahead taken the risk for anything worthwhile, once done you dont look back and there the discovery begins and you add so much to yourself, so to become the red in the black i feel we have to do what others dont. at times v stik to something for too long whearas v should go ahead and at times v move forward when v need to stable the most. this insight once developed is very rewarding. i have started already. r u game !

Karma

The word has been misinterpreted according to individual comforts or else been moulded into a sellable thought which an indian ear always want. a philosophy in favour of their existence but the realities are firm and in contrast to desire. This word has a life and is alive newton got late but when he spoke the third law the humans realted karma to that law its instead that he discovered karma and phrased it in his understanding and it made the third law.

the spotlight on life is for a brief segment where u know u r born and you die but even in this span the memory in unable to remeber the complete flow of events, this spotlight is focused on this single life like to understand it simpler its like a chain and u light ur torch on a single mould, but its a continuous chain and what binds that chain of life is karma. not only the connector but also it is the surprisingly justifying mechanism of god.

the practial implications are that what you see in your dreams irrelevant stuff which u cannnot relate to yourself does have meaning, its an inner call and its imp to escape the circle but almost impoosible it has a secret technique which is known to the mystics and seers and to become one is a challange and a process in itself but still being human u can do, you killed an ant unknowingly at a specific momownt at a specific time it was not chance but had a purpose the karma tries to balance itself and this tension creates more karma so the process is everlasting. the humans suffer bcoz what they have done and get happiness due to their good deeds., thats what v know since long.. but the most imp part i tell you is the cheat code to life
its the escape, what ever v do physically mentally or spiritually is all sacrificed to the nothingness , the supreme which is unknown to the human mind, and its burnt... then only real light the ancient fire will purify the spirit, i dont say soul but spirit , the spirit has character and that charachter needs nourishment,, once lightened by the burden of eons gathered karma .... it gets light and elevates.. this is the only escape otherwise for all of your knowledge even when if i write i create karma ...

cheers

p./s : suggested readings aghora triology and arthur avalon , law of karma

12 to 21

The bell rang the BOYS ran

In front the greenish high up above the rainy sky

The screams aloud the faces proud

The living dreams some chuckling queens

That age so naive no effort to save

Some swings some slide a profound insight

Are v the one once absorbed that sun

V wink, its gone changing eons

We try to find what we have LOST.

10.9

Scanning the range with hope and speculation,

the commands echos in the distance "welcome shooter to the ----"

the silence prevails

with little streams of unheard respiration felt

the heart trying to jump out from inside

the preparation time when no one prepares

the sighter aligned for the pressure to release

the rifle picked up with grace and detail,

stance,grip,breath,alignment,

trigger pull,Zeroing,stability : for a fraction of a second,

the planned surprise shot.

follow through, disdain or a faint smile, .

the numeric on screen matching the expectation

the process continues

this is my spirit my game