The Tree Speaks

 F****, This one’s for you.

Ram and Priya were hopping along

Hand in hand, they were singing a song

And Bong!

They walk into the Tree!

Oh look, my love, he says to her

This tree looks right, let’s do it here!

She blushes and she moves near

And they do it all for the Tree to bear

They did it and left the tree behind

And the Tree spat all curses that it could find

It cursed them both, feeling very low

Just then it spotted a couple and Lo!

For Vikram and Neha were hopping along

Muttering and fighting, they were singing no song

And Bong!

They walked into the Tree!

Hey look! I think this is it!

Says Vikram, stopping and starting a bit

Wasn’t this the Tree that Ram talked about?

Where he and Priya, you know, made out?

Oh Yes! Says Neha cottoning on

Let sort it here, come on!

And so they argued around and above

And while they were at it, they also made love!

The Tree grimaced, but what could it do?

It wished it could walk, or just slap the two

But sighing and groaning, without a sound

The Tree bore it, as they romped around

They left and the Tree felt free at last

It just wished that night would fall fast

But they day was still young

And hopping along

Came Rahul and Kady, now, singing a song!

The Tree -

Oh what is this, why this plight?

Why do it all in my sight?

Do you think this love-exhibition is right??

Especially when I cannot fight??

You made those walls, those rooms, those halls

So do it there, where no eye falls

Why subject me to thee

Just let me stand, just leave me be!

Right from the days

Of your olden flicks

I’ve had to deal

With these singing chicks

And their heroes dancing around me

Why, oh why, this misery?

You grab me and garb me

And pull me undone

But trust me, your love making

Isn’t no fun!

I’m tired and sick, so better be gone!

Go take it elsewhere, show me no more

And don’t come to me now, hopping along!

The Philosopher's Here

 The Philosopher's back

Let the lines begin

Let's bring out the thoughts

From outside and deep within

Let's talk about the sun

The moon and the stars

Lets talk about the wind

The open lands and the closed bars

Lets talk about life

And people and beings

Lets make sense of them all

Of the weird and simple things

Lets let our tongues loose

Lets together think aloud

Let argue and bicker

And pump up the crowd

Let's share our thoughts today

And grow and rejoice

Let's talk about responsibilities

And of compulsion and choice

Let's bring it all out

Lets drawl and shout!

Lets sound it all out

Straight and round about!!!

The Philosopher's here today

He stands alone with all of you

He's everyone that's in this crowd

He's the one that's within you

So with him all about

Let the talks begin

Come share and sound yourself out

Come on and join in!

Honesty - and my lack of it

Define honesty.
The courage to accept the odds inspite of the shit they'll make you go through.

You Fail.
YOU FAIL
How can you be so driven to something that you let yourself hurt what you love to get it?
Redefine honesty.
The courage to see myself as 'not-worthy'.

Do you have it in you to live it????

Redefine honesty
The courage to not 'be human' as an excuse to what you want in life.

Redefine honesty
The courage to see things as they are and not you want to see them

Redefine honesty.
The courage to not want, to not want beyond all.

Redefine honesty
The courage to not be a parasite.

Redefine honesty
The strength to not love. The strength to love without expectations.

Now live it.
Live it or be ashamed of yourself for the rest of your life.

The Aftermath of Spiritual Inquiry

 Free is he who has no compulsions. We always respond to compulsions all our life long

- the compulsion to live

- the compulsion to fulfill desires

- the compulsion to fit in society

- the compulsion to achieve something

- the compulsion to progress spiritually

Be it noble or evil as long as we are slaves to our compulsions we are bound. Be it intrinsic or external, as long as we helplessly obey our compulsions, we are bound. 

We feel compelled to earn, compelled to eat, to live. Some people feel compelled to rape, to murder or to cheat. There is no difference in any of the above from the point of view of freedom or liberation. Whether the good compels you or the bad, as long as you comply, you are bound.

Swamini Shraddhanand Saraswati says some people are like creepers, they need to cling to someone or something all the time. I feel all of us are creepers, we all cling to SOMETHING. Ofcourse, an enlightened being would not need to cling to anything, Even if he has everyone and everything clinging to him, he is free because he himself clings to nothing. Now all of this is in theory - I don't know if such people exist. I've heard Bhagwan Ramana was one such free being. I don't know for sure... I wish I had seen him, met him 

This dependence, this helpless compulsion is very frustrating. Until some months ago I did not know I was trapped, now that I do, I hate it. I don't even know if it's true or if it is just some massive control tactic by our religion when all other tricks fail -  just look at it this way - it appeals to our most basic need - to be free. It is said that to be free one has to have the highest qualifications, only the bravest and strongest can walk on this path, and even then only the highest of them are worthy. Who wouldn't want to prove themselves worthy? However, there is no tangible goal to achieve, nothing that we get back by giving everything up, no practical utility. And to top it all off, the actual fact is that we're already free, we are already everything that we have to strive to achieve, we just need to know it. 

No, you don;t need to do it, you can keep living your life as it is. But it will never satisfy you, you will never be fully happy. But if you are liberated, you will be in a state of everlasting bliss. I'm wondering why they say that, This whole concept of 'everlasting' is very dubious. After all, everlasting is always interpreted as something that was, is and always be. How is that possible when the only state of time that truly exists is the tiny moment that we are now conscious of, everything else gets erased immediately like a sand drawing, either gone, or not in existence yet. Why this promise for 'everlasting' when that in itself is a paradox? That way, if you are happy, or even remember to be happy in your present moment, you are already free, already liberated.

As I write this, I want to send this to someone, to show it off, to get some recognition. Ther 'Creeper-ness' returns. Why would I want satisfaction that will exist momentarily when someone praises it? Or in the past which I will only remember (again for that tiny moment) that someone praised it? Or that non-existent future where someone might praise it....

Another set of compulsion follows - first the compulsion to share it and feel good about it and then the compulsion to stop myself from sharing it and practise self control for my 'spiritual upliftment'. Whether I follow either I am trapped. 

But as far as I know there is no third way... and I am supposed to find the FOURTH me... Again, is there a scam here.... or not?

Random

The good thing about the internet is that you its an amazing substitute to having to talk to the basin while sitting on the camode. Just say it out loud on the net... More hygienic too huh... and I guess people do it coz it stands the chance of being heard by somebody somewhere.... Which is why people who are more comfortable with their life, or have steadfast friends, don't need to blog to much.
Its not fair to make generalizations, but this is just an offhand observation meant to sound funny. But then it has a 'ME' effect that kind of turns it dismal somehow....
On the same thought, it's nice to have found something to like, to follow, to smile at. But along with it comes the feeling, what once this is over?
Life needs to move on, move away from me dangling on to someone or something for happiness. I know what has to be done, and yet.....

Shit, this shit belongs to another blog.

When I come to rest

I did what I could

I said what I had to say

Now, at the end of life,

I put my baggage away

God has no trolleys

No porters or conveyor belts

He beckons us alone

Alone to his judgement

Thus, I leave behind

Everything I say, and do

Naked and unchained

I will come to you

How then will you judge me Lord?

If I leave everything behind

No deeds no feelings

Nothing to find

I play your game as you have set me

But when it's done

And when I come

With bowed head and folded arms

I shall bring my gratitude

For your hand that I felt all along

Though with your leave lord,

I shall bring naught but some questions along

Why? Why this world?

Why its ups and downs?

Why did you make it in the first place?

And why did you put me where I was

Did I learn my lesson,

Have I passed the test?

I did try hard

Though maybe not my best

How far have I come lord

Afore I came to rest

Am I any better than you sent me

How have I fared the test?

So pretentious, I have a lot more to learn

Firstly, not blow my own trumpet, even if it's my turn

Many years, many words, many tests yet to pass

Till I make myslef worthy to leave it all behind

To Face the Lord.

The PLUS side

The woman I was in love with got married!!! :((

On the plus side......

KUNWARA HUN KUNWARA
KUNWARA HUN KUNWARA
KUNWARA HUN KUNWARA HUNNNNN

:D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BayePJdqtPI