2. There’s a character known as 22 in the movie directed by Pete Director.
3. This Disney movie is beautifully narrated and musical. It’s a good experience. Humor is certainly comical at times. It gives us a perspective about our day to day existence.
4. A jazz teacher who was about to appear in his much awaited gig dies in an accident and taken to greatbeyond. He tries to escape it to live his unfulfilled life. In YouSeminar a place known as greatbefore he meets an unborn soul 22. These two come to Earth and rediscover the meaning of their existence before final reconciliation happens. I hope you would enjoy watching the movie.
1. The parrots were feeding on the same ground where I had uprooted carrot grass as my first field exercise two years ago. It drizzled as I was walking and then as I was taking the class. I had a tea and water balls.
2. The black moth is flying. I sometimes think: when I am most experienced, I am poorest. The first one was by birth, second by choice and the third one was because of being prey to optimism. You can’t keep both–the lifestyle of your choice as well as the capacity to buy unless you are an accomplished alchemist.
3. Radha Ashtami. Anuradha constellation transit of Moon. Seven years ago when prasadam was given to me in the temple where I had reached after running away from house(‘house is not the home’ is the name of the chapter which was read today)–i was told that it was birthday of the divine potency which is the governer of bliss. It is considered that nobody enters the divine abode Vrindavan without her permission. I considered it a synchronization as I had no idea about it before I made my mind up for escaping duties, job and marriage. I had to exit from Vrindavan because of the same divine will which had taken me there.
4. The difference between words. I was thinking about the possibility of watching a movie but it seems I have no time. The drilling machine overhead did seem boring and musical at times but I have to manage with the night hounds which come unannounced. Is this what sanity feels like? Crickets are chirping and vehicles are passing by. I hear the flute orchestra. The author who wrote Jaina Darshana–Ratanlal Jain -didn’t impress me least bit. The forgetfulness is a flurry of ideas for sure and each identity takes some energy but the sense of it all being dependent on ‘existence’ never goes away. Between an adept who has gained mastery over death and one who is seeking: countless number of hours of work is put from the seeker’s viewpoint, who is in the temporal realm shaping a world of his own, one among infinite number of possibilities whereas the adept is beyond time, only immersed in itself timelessly and formlessly. Formulae might be useful but knowledge as a whole is synonymous with reality, with perfection and can’t be contained. I recall her eyes in the last class when I let her go and I knew it right from the first moment I saw her, but the eyes that constantly watch me never let me go.
It was strange. They were all being unreasonable together. Having talked about pregnancy and how difficult childbirth is: epiphany of seeing it as a headline in the local news: moreover— artificial intelligence being promoted as a service for storytelling in newspaper headlines while he had been using it for sometime: it only told about coincidence but it was too uncanny and too frequent. “I thought I had seen the most wonderful thing in the world.”
… It was not the wrong question. They say gway wayward ardvark varsity fulgurant asynapsis. It’s not the end. Because everything is supposed to make sense in the end and nothing is making sense right now. Then the Doctor said, “Well, I’m going to London. The smell of poultry truck passing by was the worst thing this morning.
What do they feel like? Do they feel cheated for being reared up only for the eggs? Do they feel the fear when they wait to be killed for someone’s grill? Their entire existence is waiting for the death in order to be useful for their owners. What if humans are also living like that : throwing sacrifice ritualistic worship at random hoping to avoid inevitable end. What about those famed winners who became immortals?
Well, I have not met one. Women at large are reared up to get trained for rearing up children. Their main business in most villages is to cook, to bear a boy or four and to entertain entire families. Anything other than this: is a big black scar on the character. They are supposed to be that “real” human beings. But they’re not.
Look at the honest Shastri who was killed in a conspiracy. Being a son of the prime minister Gandhi got the luxury to experiment and be popular for renunciation. It’s true that he was authentic like Buddha or Mahavir in his experiments with fasting, truth and soul but it was not the only such enterprise. Ramalinga Paradesi or other adepts are not known unless they belong to the ruling class. It’s the ruling class which gets to morph the history into its choosing. It’s so filthy twisting of perspectives that you might feel aghast at the basic social unit of family narratives: extrapolation to the level of a country leaves almost no scope for truth as it really is. Moreover: is it a measure of success to be popular? The history which has been at mercy of popular regimes tells us that many public enemies were later worshipped as demigods and Messiah. Jesus, Socrates and Galileo are a few examples. But not the only ones.
Dancing light of grace 