That Which Must be Written

The Arab World

2009-07-30T09:28:00.000-07:00

I have been thinking about the arab world a lot after coming to America. I have met a lot of Arabs here mainly from African Arab countries who are quite humble and very open minded. Contrasting the Arab world with India we see the Indians have a variety of cultures, languages and religions (though Hindus still form a majority) whereas the Arabs speak Arabic (different dialects) and also follow the same religion yet they are fractured on mainly colonial demarcations.

Saudi Arabia is the defacto "head" of the Arab world and the muslim world. They are ruled by two groups. The House of Saud and the Ulema. Where the royal family ensure that materialism thrives, the Ulemas ensure that the religious doctrine according to their interpretation (Muwahiddun)is imposed. So all in all we have a very materialistic yet religious state. Kuwait is more or less the same but again Kuwait is ruled by two groups. The Sabahs and the Parliament. The power of the fundamentalists is weaker than in Saudi Arabia making Kuwait more liberal but most of the power still lies with the Sabahs. Kuwait has had the good fortune of having a more open minded royal family as compared to the Wahabis but again this depends on the individual ruling the country.

Lets zoom out and look at the Arab world now. What will it take for them to come together and function like a massive unit like it is in India. The religion is not an impediment because Islam dictates that all muslims are one. So what are the impediments? Why is the Arab world so divided when they have so much in common? When Europe is trying to come together as the EU why wont the Arabs come together?

One reason is loyalties to ones tribe. In Kuwait a miniscule country, lower level parliamentary elections were put off because Kuwaitis would vote on the tribe level and thus undermine Kuwait as a whole. The other I would think is the lack of separation between the religion and the state. Why does religion need to be separate from the state? Because far from being one single sect, Sunnis can be divided into
1) Hanafi (Turkey, Pakistan, the Balkans, Central Asia, Indian subcontinent, Afghanistan, China and Egypt)
2) Maliki (North Africa, the Muslim areas of West Africa, and several of the Arab states of the Persian Gulf)
3) Shafi'i (Arabia, Indonesia, Malaysia, Maldives, Egypt, Somalia, Eritrea, Ethiopia, Yemen and southern parts of India)
4) Hanbali (Arabia).
By the lack of separation of state and religion these divisions manifest themselves in the state thus giving each a different identity.
The third reason is authoritarian regimes. None of the countries in the Arab world are a democracy. The division amongst the Arabs is what keeps "the powers that be" in power and therefore everything will be done to maintain this power.

With a population of 325 million people, straddling two continents Arabs are a people with great potential for power and development and it is a tragedy to see the same people live under the illusion of being so different.

The Placebo Postulate

2009-07-24T09:01:00.000-07:00

I was watching Ramachandran's talk the other day and when he came down to the part of his lecture where the mind learned or unlearned past "habits" eg - a paralysed phantom limb, it resonated with past learnings/unlearnings I had experienced. For eg - My first face punch or my first lip kiss. I remember both instances were frought with great tension and shivers but after the event happened I felt this great elation like the vanishing of a border I had always wanted to pass.

Right now I am trying to kick my smoking habit. The process of unlearning this habit is as experience dictates more of a mind exercise than a body exercise. When I went to Kuwait during my summer holidays, the choice always was between walking under the glare of a 50+ degree desert sun all the way to the only shop in my area that sold loose cigarettes vs the experience of smoking a cigarette. The first few tries would be the great "Lawrence in Arabia" treks to the cigarette store coupled with a feeling of nausea that comes with not smoking for a long time and the confusion between my mind and body as to the point of the trip. After sometime the decision would be made looking out of the window into the flaming desert from the confines of my air conditioned flat and deciding that the trip was not worth it.

Habits - unlearning and learning habits. One person I really admire is Caesar Milan. Some key phrases used in the video are "calm assertive","pack leader"," dont take it personally" and "calm submissive". The mind is like the dog and the self needs to be the pack leader. I have come to realise in my meditations is that mind is an organic being almost exclusive to the self. Sometimes it works for the self and at other times it works against the self mostly because it doesnt know any better. Most of us are servants to our minds when the self needs to be the pack leader for the self to be successful.

Now according to Caesar Milan the self needs to be calm and assertive when the mind goes astray. Every level of defiance or suffering that is unleashed by the mind must be met by an equally strong reaction. It must happen at a natural pace too. This is where ""Gnothi Seauton" comes in aka Know thy self. In this postulate it is more Know thy mind. How it acts. How it reacts. What is the natural method of bringing it down to "calm submissive".

One other habit I am trying to incorporate into my life is meditating. From a minimum of 2 minutes to a maximum of 20 minutes the endeavours are sporadic and unconstructive as of yet. Why do we same OM when we meditate? Because it brings the mind back down to the calm submissive state everytime it starts attacking the cage.
Now why did I call this post "The Placebo Postulate"? Because if you did go to a western counsellor to discuss this issue you would get a bunch of pills that will tweak your body and then your self and finally your mind. You dont need to tweak either your body or your self. The issue is in the mind and thats what needs to be changed. The mind is not very intelligent as you can see from Ramachandran's lecture and Milan's video. The key to controlling it is a bunch of illusions that when well placed(a mirror or a physical response) can control it and tame it.

The Emperor and his microscope.

2009-05-28T21:09:00.000-07:00

I had a conversation with Han the other day on how a system of thought by itself is a system of action. I wanted to post something that day itself but my unravelling of this interesting perspective took many days. In the end the crystalisation of this thought process has brought me to the truth of action.
The construction of an ideality eg - Brahman in Advaita, The Void in CoD, Heaven in Christianity etc all is beautiful in a very mathematical axiomatic way but hardly teaches us how to lead a way of life. The system of thought in this process translates into a vague system of action. Looking at an ideality it is easy to find "truths". God is a sphere said a Greek. The truth is nothingness said the Madhu etc. But it is much harder to find it in reality.
There is however one embolus of thought that has attacked the human system of action in a very concise and sound method. The Propounder of this, who I shall call the Emperor did try on the great variety of robes that the intellectuals of his time had to offer. Not finding any that suited him he cast them all away. He then followed human action with a microscope and learnt off the rejectionists. They had claimed desire (artha, kama, dharma and Moksha) to be the truth and their path was to reject the truth and suffer. And suffer they did. In the flames of their suffering they forged the will of the indomitable. And this was their end.
The Emperor weilded the indomitable will and wondered what he could do with it and he discovered he could do nothing with it if he had no desire.
Casting off his indomitable will, the Emperor followed life again with a microscope. He began to notice a pattern in every human action. Wherever he looked he found it. And then the truth of human action came to him. He decided to call this truth Suffering.

Suffering in the conventional point of view is something to be avoided, apathised, resolved or left behind. The Budhha however looked at Suffering differently. It was God, the Void, The Brahman and Heaven of human action. It was the source of activity for all human life. By ignoring it Man had lost his way.
Now I dont want to talk about what Buddha sought after but just his discovery of it. That all our lives revolve around suffering whether we like it or not. The Source.

Ultimo factory

2009-05-27T22:06:00.000-07:00

Imagine a set of tools, a set of simple devices made of a hard substances like metal,plastic etc. These set of tools are enough to create the basic consumer electronics we use today. These are five.
Batteries, harddrives, chips, lcd screens and mother boards. One set of instruments that can make a variety of each of these electronics parts and the parts of these.
Let us call this set of tools the Universals. Used anywhere with the right materials could create high quality products that in the end could be bought together to create a range of gadgets from the Xbox to the mobile phone.
The Purpose of this thought process is centralising the decentralisation of operations in the making of technology. It should be such that you can put the Xbox in your computer if you so wanted to. Not only would it be good for the consumer, increased competition from individuals rather than factories would increase the progress and development of technologies.

My Universe

2009-05-24T02:04:00.001-07:00

Dear Universe, My Universe
Omnipotent Omnipresent
Bearing this life Gifted this earth.

Like Universe, Love Universe
Elegant yet beautiful
Determinist Naturalist

Man Universe, God Universe
Far off yet close Live alien
Sent us comets Seedlings of life

Tall Universe, short Universe
Sired bastard Called himself Man.
Raised from his fours Agreed to stand.

Live Universe,Dead Universe
Walked out of home, When he was teen
Built an army, Killed his own Gene

Mom Universe, Dad Universe
Attacked own home Axed own cradle
Man stood happy on his ladle

Man Universe, Dog Universe
Must do the work Bid by Master
Heating this earth Must melt water

White Universe Black Universe
Deodourize Acclimatise
Must make planet Desert and ice

Mind Universe, Ass Universe
Standing on head Sitting on Ass
Turning top down lies confused Man

Hayden

2009-05-07T11:02:00.000-07:00

Margaret sat in her apartment, listening to the pitter patter of little feet running through her apartment. She had put up screens all over the apartment to allow Hayden as much room as possible, to let him run to which ever room he wanted to. He flashed across the living room screen and stood in front of her and beckoned to her.

“Mommy! Catch me....Catch me if you can.”

And she leapt from her seat and ran clumsily after him. He jumped from one screen to another till in the end he was cornered in her room. He stood there laughing at the excitement of being cornered. She reached out to touch him but all she felt was plastic. Flat smooth plastic that divided her world and his. Innocent computer generated eyes looked up at her. She hugged the screen and so did he, both trying to feel each other.

“Mommy...why can't you come over to this side?”

“I will Hayden...the doctors are trying....I will come there soon.”

“Mommy....I want chocolate cake....”

Margaret felt helpless at this simple demand.

“Not today Hayden...I have to go and buy the ingredients, but forget the chocolate cake for now Hayden. Are you happy Hayden?”

“Yes Mommy but I miss you. I want you to carry me Mommy.”

“I will Hayden, I will.”

Hayden was three and a half when the accident happened. He was at the back seat when the car collided with the truck. The emergency crew had managed to pull Margaret out before the fuel tank exploded.

“The earlier he realises the truth the easier it will be for you and him.”, said the doctors to Margaret. It had been two days since he was introduced to this experimental treatment, he was the first. Margaret had faith in this new technology, she had to make it happen.

“Hayden do you want a hug from Mommy?”

The little boy nodded eagerly.

“Follow Mommy then.”

She led the way up the stairs to the outside of a room. The lights and screens inside were switched off.

“Mommy, whats in there?”

“I will show you Hayden, but you must not get frightened. Mommy is coming in with you.”

She opened the door and switched on the lights. Creaks of the pumps and the functionings of the life support system filled the room. She opened container and looked at the mutilated body that once was her adorable Hayden. She touched him tenderly and then went and switched on the screens around the room.

“You can come in now Hayden.”

Hayden came in to one screen, his eyes focused on the body connected to the Giant machines around the bed.

“Who is that Mommy?”

Grief engulfed her but she didnt have the heart to tell him.

“Close your eyes Hayden.”

Hayden then closed his eyes.

She picked up the limp body and held it tightly to her own.

“Can you feel me hugging you, Hayden?”

His computer generated body recognising the warmth that held him, tried to hug back but his arms could not touch anything. Margaret then kissed the body in her arms looking at the child in the screen.

“Keep your eyes closed Hayden. Can you feel Mommy?”

“Yes I can Mommy. Yes I can.”

Margaret then reached out for the remote and switched off the lights in the room.

“Go to sleep now Hayden.”

This post is inspired by a single mother I was hunting who introduced me to a very special young boy called Hayden. This story is the only fruit gained from that hunt.

Israel and Singapore commissions Google to build first Cityshield.

2009-02-01T15:53:00.000-08:00

Standing here in the middle of The Cityshield Base factory in the outskirts of the city of Bikaner, Rajasthan, in a dreary little town called Padhalam, I stand in awe of the great spikes of the Cityshield. The Spikes stand tall., protecting this town, like Giant talons that hold back this town from falling into the sky. The thick foundation of the Spikes, built almost a mile deep into the earth, sits on the borders of the town ,surrounding the town in a perfect circle, radiating out into the sky forming a perfect hemisphere. Padhalam was subject to three nuclear strikes of which one destroyed the town with not too much loss. The desert in uninhabitable which was why the government commissioned the land to Google to build their Cityshield. The town consisted of a few structures which were built underground so that loss generated in a target strike would be the shield itself. The second test worked and the spikes stood.The post-strike clean up procedure was exact. So was the third test.

The technology was developed by Google labs at MIT. Lasers sent from one spike to another crisscrossed to form resolutions. At high resolutions not even clouds or birds could enter the village. At low resolutions it would not allow anything bigger than an eagle to enter the bubble it creates. This combined with a highly sensitive targeting system, formed the most protective city defence shield. Sheltored from terror strikes, the city is also equipped with air mixers and oxyhydro generators could keep the city alive for decades. A diplomat's nightmare, the nullification of nuclear strikes makes diplomatic control weaker in many respects rendering previous power structures irrelevant. Fearing a new power struggle, the United Nations has asked Google to be prudent to who it sells it to.

Google on the other hand says the City Shield will level the playing field, keeping dominant nations at bay and giving a chance to smaller nations to survive in the event of a nuclear strike. In keeping with google tradition, the company believes this shield will not harm humanity but generate a revolution where the old order will be challenged and a new stronger order will be formed.

The third successful test was all Google needed to start the bidding war for the first Cityshield. Israel bought the first shield for the city of Netanya in a competitive bidding war against notably Microsoft, Saudi Arabia, Iran, China, Sony, Singapore, Toyota and The US. The shield sold for almost a trillion dollars and looks to begin a bullish defence race. After the second sale to Singapore, it was noticed that demand cost of the Cityshields fell by eight percent. With two confirmed bidders, many more are lining the doorsteps of Google.

The Nescient Theory

2008-06-01T05:09:00.000-07:00

2008-05-28T02:58:00.000-07:00

The Purpose of Fashion

After a week long debate with Ms BFH I think I see the light, faintly atleast. After she asked her patrons the big question "What is Great about fashion?", two of them replied with answers of substance.

Annie said," Fashion is a silent, inate form of communication between humans. It is an outward expression of self. Anyone who calls off fashion as a means to get attention is forgetting the fact that it is also an art. Would you say the same thing of somebody who wrote a book, or the person reading it? Following fashion is another form of increasing knowledge. It may not be as concrete as following scientific discovery, but it is more pertinent to our modern culture. Behind the pleats and seams, you can find the stories of our society. It is a response to what is happening in our world."

"the stories that are hidden behind the pleats and seams." Very Eloquent Ms Anne and I m not being sarcastic. After reading this comment I realised that you cant escape fashion. Its not about showing the world who you are, what you do or your attitude but about the fact that you are always showing the world who you are, what you do or your attitude through the way u present yourself.

Stephie said, "Fashion transcends languages. That's the reason why we all read scandinavian blogs or buy french magazines even if we don't know the language, because we can respond to the outfit even if we don't speak the language. That's the beauty of fashion for me. Also, I like that fashion is democratic. It's reflective of your individualistic choices. You can choose whatever you want to wear, and let your outfit have a voice of its own. Its what people see, and yet can never dictate."

This is true. There is something universal about it. A lot of the richness in the diversity of the great ppls of this Planet can be relished through understanding the difference in their dressing styles. Its amazing actually how people can be so different.

Some of the others did retort with shameless shallowness. But I shall let them be. Live and let Live like they say.

Last but not least. My opinion after a week long/short analysis about Fashion.

Apart from the stupidly selfish bombardment of ones looks onto someone elses eyes for the sake of the bombardment itself, there are thankfully other utilities to fashion. Fashion is unavoidable. It is the shell that people carry that defines how they are treated or should be treated in the social world they live in. For a person like me I was looking for the purpose of fashion in the wrong places. Neither the runways, the magazines nor the red carpets are the intriguing representers of the fashion world. Instead as always, it is the people.
The fashion world byitself is a universe. Lets check out some interesting examples.

The Judiciary

Look at this guy. Why the hell did he have to wear that wig? Why did everyone at that age wear a wig? Why did the Indian Judges wear that Wig? Even a turban would have looked better than that Wig. Those Godamn Wigs!!! And the burqa robes of Lawyers have also always mystified me. Some research is in order.

Yogis

Check him out. Now heres a guy with courage. He truly, madly and deeply doesnt give a shit about what you think hes wearing or not wearing. Not to mention out of all the types of Nudists out there Yogis are just one kind. Mebbe a post is in order for the rest of em.

Italian Mobsters

Enough has been said of them. Their look have been glorified in countless movies, comics and shows.The dark violence that was hidden by perfectly groomed exterior gave them a spin that no other kind of person in a suit could.

Nonsense On Stilettos

Just look at it. Typical Emperor in New Clothes. I know the texture is just exquisite but what kinda rubbish is this. Forgive my french but someone please convince me whats so good looking about this whatever.

Timberland

Now heres a company worth watching out for. The closest combination to stylish utilitarianism. I got a weird story about the origins of this company from a tibetan shopkeeper who was selling me chinese steel toed timberlands.
Timberland used to make utility shoes for firemen in New York. Their shoes was so popular the youth at that time took over the look of the shoe and started playing with it. And hence the awesome combination.

Well thats my first fashion post. I m sorry if I pissed off anyone. Dont take it to heart coz in the end looks are just temporary and Yes, I am an arrogant noob.

Alfred

2008-05-22T13:02:00.000-07:00

A few wrinkles rippled across the fine muslin cloth covering
the table. Alfred reached out and evened out the cloth with his
palms. He stood back and quietly reveled in the soft morning light
that bathed the foyer. As the moment passed Alfred went back to his
duties.

Steps came down the massive stairway of the Manor. Bruce
Wayne dressed in a fine suit came down carrying an overcoat. He walked
to Alfred who was busy putting flowers in place. Bruce looked at the
Bouquets that lay on the muslin.

"I am ready, Alfred."

"Yes, Master Bruce."

He handed a bouquet to Bruce and carried one himself.

The door closing behind them, in long over coats they walked
towards the car. After closing Bruce's door, Alfred went around the car and
seated himself behind the wheel. Placing the bouquet to the side he
stole a glance at Bruce who sat looking out the window grimly. The car started and
they drove off.

Two gaunt gravestones sat in the mist surrounded by wilderness. The
stones thrust out of the mist, which flowed around at snails pace.
In the distance over the trees the high Gotham
Manor could be seen. A car drove up and footsteps approached in the
silence. Bruce stood over his parents graves.

He placed the flowers on his mother's grave while Alfred placed his on
Thomas'. Bruce brought his hands together with his fingers crossed,
arms hanging in silent prayer. Alfred stood in silence.

A moment passed. Then Bruce turned his head looking down.

"Alfred…Say something."

Alfred looking at Bruce, took a moment, then stepping forward he
cleared his throat and opened his pocket Bible.

"Dear Lord, (Job 22-23)

Thomas and Martha Wayne were taken away from us 23 years ago on
this very day.

And they answered the angel of the LORD that stood among the
myrtle trees, and said, We have walked to and fro through the earth,
and, behold, all the earth sitteth still, and is at rest.

Said Job,
When I think of it, I am dismayed, and horror takes hold on my flesh.
Why do the wicked survive, grow old, become mighty in power?

Said Eliphaz the Termanite
Come to terms with him to be at peace. In this shall good come to you.

May those that live understand that they led a good life and died good
people. May those that live not look upon their passing with horror
but with the knowledge that they passed away as we all shall."

Alfred then stepped back. Bruce quietly thanked him.

2007-12-11T06:19:00.000-08:00

Here is a poem
By a guy with no idea how to write one
Coz he never gave it the glam
that One can

And in this poem he tried to write
why the world is the way it is
Or why that girl is filled with light
Or that we why because we is.

Apart from all this He would like to say
That its all good and its gonna be okay
Not much to say but much to do
It will do for who else will do.

This poem is dedicated to Uganda and its dead Jazz scene.

2007-11-24T13:43:00.000-08:00

The Art of Story Telling.

Foreword

I am neither a great story teller nor a scholar in the art of story telling. I have looked around for good sources on the subject of story telling but to no avail. Thus I have decided to start writing on the subject myself. With respect to writing, the writer with a blank sheet of paper and a pen assumes the same position as that of the creator where the infinite nothingness into which he must put forth his creative energy is but the blank sheet of paper. With great humility and respect for what he creates the writer must move forward for what he creates in the end is what will give him his existence.

Matter

To simplify the understanding I will assume three objects to be necessary for the act of story telling to happen . One would be the Teller, then the second would be the Story itself and the third would be the Listener.

The Teller is the God of the story. The Story itself would be where the Listener and the Teller interact thus the life of these three objects. The Listener is passive in this relationship but is the end of the three. The Teller with all his powers and tools must “floor” the Listener with his story or the story itself would be a failure.

Now that we have defined our players lets delve into the art itself.

What are the qualities of a good story? What is a simple story? What is a Higher Story?

Let us take into account some good stories. Not writing or directing or a good musical score but the story in itself. A great writer or director might have many skills up his sleeve but all of those will fail if the story itself doesn’t count.

Heres one sci fi story I really liked.

A Most Ambitious Experiment by Mike Krath

"Now," Robert told his wife, "I am going on a long trip. You won't see me for years, but I will come back and see you."
"Where are you going?"
"I am going into the future. I am sure you will be angry when you see me, but it won't be for long, because once I have seen you, I will then vanish again and you will see me standing in this very spot exactly five minutes from now."
Robert's wife was puzzled.
"I am curious what our 401k will do if I invest in certain options and leave them," he said. "I've decided to go twenty years into the future and see the outcome."
"What if you can't come back?"
A slight pause - then, "I hope I made the right choice."
"What do you want for dinner?"
"I wouldn't make anything for me now, but, five minutes later, I will tell you what I want."
Robert left for the basement. His wife, still confused, but knowing that Robert was a puzzling man, went to the kitchen to make dinner, with or without her husband's request. She was quite unsure what to make of all of it, but, after a few minutes, she quickly forgot the conversation.
Later in the afternoon, Robert's wife walked over to the basement door and knocked. She waited. She knocked again, and, again, nothing. Finally, she opened the door and walked down to the laboratory. Robert was nowhere to be seen. She hadn't heard him come up. Where had he gone?
When supper was ready, and the light outside turned a dim color, Robert's wife called out his name, but no one answered. The house was quite still.
"I don't like this," she thought. "He's never been late for dinner before."
Robert's dinner grew cold, and his wife placed it in the oven to keep warm hoping he would notice it when he came back. In the morning, Robert's plate was still warm in the oven. He had never touched it. His wife looked for him once again and called out his name, but it was to no avail - he wasn't in the house.
After several days, Robert's wife contacted the authorities and told them what had happened. They searched the house for clues, but all they could find was a slightly discolored spot on the basement floor.

"Did he say anything before he left?" they asked.
"I'll be back in five minutes," she said.
After the authorities had left, and after several more days, weeks and months, the case was officially closed. Robert was missing, but since no foul play could be determined, it was decided that he had just deserted his wife. Robert's wife was not pleased.
Years passed, and Robert's wife was able to secure a job that kept her living slightly above poverty level. Day after day, while working, she cursed her husband for leaving her. She would never forgive him. Never! Her face became more wrinkled and the pretty smile she once wore turned into a permanent scowl.
Finally, twenty years to the day her husband had left, Robert's wife was sitting at the kitchen table when she heard a noise coming from the basement. She immediately got up in fright. Who was down there? She heard footsteps slowly walking up the stairs and - finally - the door flew open and there, before her eyes, was none other than Robert. He didn't look any different than when he had left.
"You!" she managed to say.
"Okay, what's the value of our 401K?" Robert asked.
"Where have you been?"
"That doesn't matter. What matters is the value of our 401K. I need to know if I invested wisely or not."
"You left me twenty years ago with nothing to live in and expect to find anything left of the 401k?"
"You spent it all?" Robert asked. "Oh great - that's just great. I'll be right back."
Robert turned and went down into the basement.
"Robert? Robert, where are you?" Robert's wife said but suddenly saw a brilliant blue flash of light and then nothing. Robert had vanished once again.
Robert's wife went back to the dining table. She sat down and tried to think of what had happened. Her mind was muddled. She couldn't think. The 401k had been - had been - she thought - left untouched when Robert had first left, but now - she was beginning to remember different things. The 401k had been placed in a trust. A trust where she couldn't touch the money for twenty years. Then, she remembered that when the authorities had informed her that Robert had deserted her and was never located, that she had him declared legally dead so the trust would be legally hers without waiting for twenty years.

Another flash of light in the basement, more footsteps, and Robert walked into the kitchen.
"The value?"
"I told you I spent it."
"I put it in a trust."
"I had you declared legally dead." Robert's wife said.
"Oh bother," Robert said. "I'll be back again."
A flash of light and Robert's wife was again confused.
"Did I say spent it? Spent what?" she thought. She had tried to obtain some money after Robert had left her. When she had gone to inquire how much was in their 401k, she had found out that Robert had withdrawn the money and had hidden it somewhere - but where?
Another light and Robert was there in the kitchen again.
"Do you know how much you put me through? You left me nothing to live on."
"This will all be a bad dream," Robert said.
"If it wasn't for some gold coins that I found buried in the backyard, I would never have survived."
"You found the gold coins?"
"So that's where you hid the money!" Robert's wife said. "Good. I'm glad I found it and spent it all!"
Robert went back into the basement and disappeared. His wife sat still for awhile expecting him to appear, but he never did. She got up and went to cook. She thought of her husband and tried to remain bitter against him. She suddenly couldn't think of what would make her bitter. Deserted her? He had never deserted. What an imagination she must have. As she opened a cupboard, Robert walked into the kitchen.
"Have you decided what you want for dinner?" she asked. "I haven't started making anything yet."
"Leave me alone, I'm not hungry," Robert said and sat down at the kitchen table.
"What's wrong?"
"Can't you keep your grubby hands off our money for twenty years?"
"What?"
"You can't let me leave you for a measly twenty years without spending everything we have, can you?"
"What are you talking about, honey? You haven't been gone for five minutes and already something is troubling you."
Robert looked at the wife of his youth.
What if he killed her? He could strangle her now, go into the future, see what the 401k did, come back a few minutes before, and live happily ever after.
"May I see that dish towel for a sec?"

Robert's wife handed it to him, and, much to her desperate surprise, he tied it around her neck and choked her, all the while telling her, "Don't worry, this is just an experiment."
Robert went back down into the basement, and twenty years later reappeared in a flash of light.
"Who's down there?" a man asked walking down the basement stairs.
Robert hadn't thought of this. He looked for somewhere to hide, but it was too late. The new owner of the house had a rifle.
"Say your prayers."
"Wait! I can explain!", but it was too late. Robert was immediately shot and fell backwards quite dead - a most miserable end to a most ambitious experiment.

The End

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I did. Lets get to analyzing it.

The Teller

Krath’s writing is average. He gets his point across using simple language and doesn’t play with his words too much. Krath’s understanding of time travel is formidable and his character play is exquisite.

The Story

The world is very simple. A basement and a kitchen. The number of lead characters is two.A husband and a wife. The motive for the narrative lead is money. The Spin on the story is the Time Machine/Time Travel which in itself is hardly described.

The Listener.

The listener must make the suspension of disbelief about time travel. Other than this the trivialities of greed for money, husband wife relationship, interest on deposits are all universally accepted concepts. Putting my feet in the shoes of the Listener I was floored. Why? Because I couldn’t predict what would happen. What happened enthralled me. And the end was satisfying.

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This story reminds me of butterfly effect and the Linear hold that story had on different points in time and the effect of one time on another.

That Light in the Woods

2007-11-20T08:06:00.000-08:00

Once upon a time, in what is now called France, there lived a dark wizard called Monet. He ruled over the forest of Chique Saret where he kept a harem of witches to do his bidding. All girls born to them would eventually be taken by Monet. All male children were killed. And in this despicable fashion he and his family ruled over Chique Saret.

One of the young witches born to him was Sabrina. The day she was born she cried and cried. The witches around her tried their best but nothing would do to silence the child. The wails persisted and they slowly left the room one after the other. In the end only Sabrina and her mother remained. Her mother carried her around her trying to comfort her. Then suddenly the witch felt something. The baby in her arms had stopped crying. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw the Light. Rays of the Sun, which never touched Chique Saret, touched her and her baby. She put down the child and opened the windows. Dead trees who had their souls stolen by Monet were coming back to life. The Sun shone through and everything came alive.

Sabrina's mother had forgotten what light was but then she wondered about it. All of this was impossible. The forest was under the strictest spells. There was something stronger than it here now. She looked at her baby and grew anxious.

Much later the day came when Sabrina came of age. Her mother took her to Sabbath cliff where Monet would come. Sabrina wasnt angry with her mother . She knew like the dead forest below her and the Undead that lived in it, her mother had lost her soul to the dark wizard a long time ago. Her mother had protected Sabrina's secret for as long as she could. Today there was blood on the moon and Monet would see it. He would come no matter what. She simply placed her child there and left.

Sabrina shivered in the cold. She stared up at the moon and saw his carriage approaching. She stood there and waited. The carriage drew to a halt in mid air and Monet descended. He was smiling at her. She noticed his fangs. When spells didnt make his victims submit he would drink their blood.

Monet inspected her with his eyes and then whispered," You dont seem to be here by your will my dear". Sabrina shook at the iciness of his voice. She didnt want to give in ever. She stood her ground and shook her head .

"Yes Master I do not wish to be taken". Monet laughed,"Young witch, there is nothing to be afraid of. " Monet then licked his fangs and strode towards Sabrina. Sabrina went on her knees and undid her coat. She took it off and began to take off her blouse. Monet slowed down seeing this. She opened the top of the blouse to reveal her smooth bare neckline. Monet smiled. He caught her by the shoulders and dug his fangs slowly into her soft skin. Sabrina shuddered. He drank and drank.

Having had his fill he raised his head. His mouth was draped in blood and his eyes were intoxicated. He went on his knees and began panting. He looked at her and said,"Sabrina my dear your soul is more powerful than anything I have ever tasted." Sabrina looked at the ground. She stared at it. Monet tried to lunge for another feed but began heaving and sighing. The spot on the ground where Sabina stared started to move. A green leaf showed itself. Monet saw it too and was astonished. "How can this be?" He said. He held himself and began to shiver. He retched and threw up but knew what he had just drank was in his bloodstream now. The power it gave him had a mind of its own. Monet tried to control it, hold it and bend it to his will but it was strong. Too strong.

Monet had to let it out. He opened his eyes, his ears and his mouth and it gushed out. Pure white light. He stood there screaming white beautiful light. And with it came the souls. The Countless souls that he had made his, escaped within those rays. The green leaf grew faster and faster fed by the illuminance flowing into it. In just a few moments it grew to become a tree. All the souls that had escaped hid in the tree making the tree strong. The tree grew tall and titanic in its might. When the light escaped him Monet fell to the ground. He gasped and spat what was left of him.

Sabrina did her top and put on the coat.She broke off the sharpest branch of the Tree and walked to Monet. He was helpless and weak. She kicked him turning him over facing her. She drew the branch back and drove the stake into his heart, the only way the Undead can be killed. Monets body went limp. The forest below her let out wails and screams. She stood next to her tree and hugged it feeling its warmth.

The Nth reAwakening.

2007-11-12T12:13:00.000-08:00

The_UndeaD_ flexes his fingers and twirls the keyboard on his index finger. He looks at the screen and then drops the keyboard and begins punching it in.

Dogs. I live with two dogs. Their names are Foxy and Therakan. They are the sweetest, dumbest and most gentle alsatians ever. Their Dad is even dumber but their Mom was incredibly smart. She died of breast cancer. When she was alive she had so much class she even beat the humans in the house. Full grown men used to shit in their pants when Diana gave them the eye. She would sit like a lady when ordered to, wait like a sniper when she hunted and attack like a tiger when ordered to shoo. Small children were forewarned not to bother her before they entered the house because Diana took shit from no one. Well almost no one.

The Bell has rung and The_UndeaD_ went to open the door. Aunty has driven all the women folk home and Uncle is back in the restaurant with the boys who are cleaning up. Its Aunty's Birthday today but the cake, flowers, presents are all hidden. They ll be opened when Uncle comes home.

Small Children. I live with one small child. Her name is Lumsy. She is the cutest, smartest and the most irritating child of all time. Shes small. Very small. So small I can lift her up with one finger. But her arrogance can dwarf Russel Crowe's. Let me give u an example. During her potty training days which happened to be in winter the whole family would sit around one powerful coil heater coz there would be no electricity and the inverter could hold just one coil heater. This gathering was usually formed around the idiot box and on one of many such gatherings Lumsy happened to unknowingly urinate in her pants. One of the family noticed it and soon all of them noticed. Before a single angry reprimand could be launched Lumsy jumped into the air and mid air she kicked and sent her chappals flying into the audience. As soon as her cute lil feet landed on the floor her face grimaced and she screamed a blood curdling warning to all present. It was so funny man, seeing such a small thing defending her honour so viciously.

The_UndeaD_ has had two shots of vodka and is buzzing nicely. Uncle has come, The Cake revealed, the flowers and gifts bestowed and the alcohol flowing.

The point being Lumsy is the only person who challenged Diana's authority. She had been bitten by Diana many times but she never rested in her mission to climb that mountain of ego no matter who stood in her way (except Heno and Hepa). Diana fell in the end to breast cancer and Lumsy is 3 and half now. All her energy, enthusiasm and will is genetic. Nothing has been imbibed except general discipline and language. But all alone this girl can stab you without looking back. She can also achieve anything she wants if she really wants it. Shes still damn cute. Till she stabs me that is.

Captive

2007-06-18T22:30:00.000-07:00

Deacon stood on his farm and looked up at the sky. It was the year 1806 and the farms of Louisiana had been ravaged by the crop circles. Everyone was stumped by the incidents but Deacon had seen something more in the "signs". They resembled symbols of the constellations. Simple yet incredibly accurate.

He watched the stars and squatted right in the middle of one such design. His symbol, the one demarcated on his property was Orion. Above the fertile farm another Orion inched its way across the barren black sky. A dark cloud raced against the constellation. And then there was a flash and Deacon squatted no more on his field.

Deacon was awake. He couldnt see anything. Or what he could see was nothing. He could also hear the Nothing. It was kinda odd. Was he dead? He remembered the flash. It came from a star that wasnt a star. A proxy star hidden amongst the other stars. Remembering his current predicament, Deacon moved his hands. Yes he could move them freely. His limbs could perform free movements. They hadnt bound him.

Yet he couldnt see. Deacon then tried to speak. His mouth formed the words, the voice box exerted itself to generate sound but the sound issued could not be heard. Even if they had blocked his ears he knew it was possible to hear from the inside of his head, when the vibrations moved from his throat through the flesh and bone all the way to his ear. But all he got was Nothing. Deacon began to feel fear. His Captors held him in ways he could not understand.

Deacon in the darkness tried to feel the things around him. He wasnt lying down on. He wasnt sitting. His feet could not feel anything. Deacon knelt and felt for the ground. There was no ground. Was he floating? Was he flying between the stars? Deacon couldnt help his helplessness.
He tried to pinch himself and froze. His right hand couldnt feel his left arm. He tried to to touch his body. The arms swished in the empty space. Each arm tried to feel the shoulder the head. All there was was the Nothing. Deacon began to panic.

Then abruptly a blare resounded and slammed itself on Deacon. Deacon felt his head disintegrating against the sound and then it stopped. Again That Nothing crept back into his ears. Across the darkness a slab of pure white light slammed his eyes followed again by the same darkness. Deacon slowly recuperated what was left of his senses. Blankness filled him.

What happened next was atonishing. His eyes opened themselves. And so did his ears and his mouth. A whole room presented itself to him. Deacon mouthed a few words but nothing came out. He heard sounds. Yes his ears worked. He could see. What bliss it was to be able to see.

His eyes blinked and there it was. A giant room where indescribable creatures were calmly sitting on their indescribable furniture working their indescribable machines. "Is this hell?", he wondered. He waited and then saw a mobile rack carrying something to him. As it got closer what it carried became more and more familiar. Too familiar. It was his body. That plain striped shirt. Those comfy jeans. My watch, My hands, My poor body. He tried to reach out to it. Instead the poor body reached out for its head. Never have such valuables been stolen from in front of the very living eyes of its owner. Deacons panic became despair. He silently wept.

Deacon then knew he was in hell. He was defeated. Broken. There was no redemption. These creatures had destroyed him.

I apologise for the dark nothing nature of this post. This short was inspired by the book Phantoms of the Brain by Ramachandran. It was also partially interpreted from the CoD theory.

The Royal Nativity.

2007-05-26T13:05:00.000-07:00

Chapter 1

Queen Gandhari had been carrying her immense womb for two years now. Her sister in law Kunti had already born a son -Yudhistir. Kuntis recent childbearing troubled her and the Queen's own womb had worn her patience. Gandhari banged at it with her fists and the world around her shook. She stood there while the pain grew and shot at her between the legs. The Queen then fainted and fell.

In the forests below the Himalayan mountains, a pale man sat deep in thought. His beautiful wife Kunti sat with their son Yudhishtir on her lap. Kunti sat ardently studying her husband awaiting his decision. After the contemplation Pandu stood up and looked at Yudhishtir and then Kunti. “Yudhishtir being first born will be King. They say Gandhari will beget her hundred children today. They are said to be strong and hard. We must also have a strong child Kunti. Strong as the mountains above us and as hard as the ground below us. Come Kunti, Call on the Great Vayu to bless us with a son. A son as strong the great Wind God himself.”
Kunti looked at her husbands feet and replied, “You must remember this is not the first time you have asked me to…” Pandu raised his hands, “Yes I know of what you speak. It will not be the last my dear, lest you wish your husband to die with no heirs. Do as I say for it is my will.”

Kunti bowed and lifted the innocent Yudhishtir to her husband. Pandu picked him up and walked away leaving Kunti alone. Kunti sat in meditation. Her mind was in turmoil. She looked around but everything was quiet and still. Not a blade of grass moved. She waited and waited when suddenly but softly a breeze touched her skin and ran through her hair. She shivered and said the Mantra.

In the Hastinapur Palace compounds, Adhiratha the Royal Charioteer drove in haste. The King and his attendant Sanjaya had to be rushed to the Infirmary where rumours were abound that something had happened to the Queen. The Queen had been expecting for a long time now. Adhiratha thought about his own son. The Infirmary then appeared from behind the trees. Adhiratha drove his chariot in and stopped. The King dismounted the Chariot and strode into the infirmary followed by Sanjaya. Born blind the King watched with his sightless eyes as the Sage cut open Gandhari. The surgeon performing the operation was the Spiritually Omnipotent Vyaas. Vyaas had blessed Gandhari with a hundred sons. He was here now to redeem his words. But there were dark omens about -Inauspicious for a royal nascency.

At the foot of the Himalayas, Kunti closed her eyes in fear. The sky above her exploded and a tornado formed. The peaceful meadow tore itself to feed the tornado which grew immense and then, as suddenly as it had come it vanished. Everything became quiet. Kunti looked about and stood up. She heard the hooves and turned around. It was the most beautiful Deer she had ever seen. Atop the deer was the God she had just summoned. She didn’t dare look at his face but instead rested her eyes on the Wheel he carried. The Wheel spun around and then slowed down and finally stopped completely.

Meanwhile in the Royal Infirmary, the sliced open Abdomen fell to the sides to reveal a huge mass of dark flesh. The midwives screamed. The King's eyes grew wide as Sanjaya told the King of what he saw. The Sage ordered the room to be emptied. The Queen was taken away and The King, Sanjaya and The Sage pondered over the darksphere of flesh. It was alive in its horror and ugliness. It excreted fluids and shook itself. As ordered, many potsof warm ghee were put around the Sage and his blessing. He cut through the fluids and touched the tissue. It bled but was as hard as iron. He then drew from his dressing an amulet of holy water. He sprinkled a fewdrops on the mound of flesh. The ball shook and began to fall apart.The Sage hastened the break up of the flesh with his hands till he reached the center. At the center he grabbed one piece and looked at it as the rest of the parts of the mound fell to the ground. His eyes rested on it for a few moments before he discarded it into one of the pots of ghee.

Pandu waited listening to the screams of his wife. When it stopped and the cries of the child resounded he hurried. He saw Kunti lying there pent out. Her hair was disheveled and she looked worn but her eyes shone looking at the child in her arms. So intense was her admiration of her baby that she did not even notice the approach of Pandu. Pandu placed Yudhishtir on the ground and peered at this new child. He was beautiful and healthy. Pandu put his finger in the childs hand and the child gripped it tightly. Pandu smiled. "He is strong. Very strong. Haha." He then looked at Kunti and touched her cheek," You have done well Kunti. Very well." Kunti felt helpless between the greedy pride of her husband and the innocence of her newly born child.

Gandhari stood with her husband while the Sutas (Labourers) dug the ground. She stood there strong and cold. They had buried what she had given birth to. Bheeshma-the Grandsire, Vidhura - the Kings brother were also present. Then one pick axe struck something. They cleared the mud and a pot emerged. Everyone grew tense at the prospect of opening the pot. Bheeshma, who had grown hard and strong with age, deftly opened the lid and there it was. A child. It looked strong. But there was something wrong. Bheeshma picked up the infant by the leg and slapped it on the bottom to make it cry. The sound that came out of it drove a chill down everyones spine. From the grounds around them wolves howled, vultures turned and strong winds blew.

Ligers and Stalkers

2007-05-25T00:19:00.000-07:00

The Wildlife trip continues. First let me talk of impurity and the Immensity of the Mixed Blood. I am talking of Hercules the Liger. His Dad is a lion and his mom a Tigress. Okay this is Madhu's Crash Course in geneology so dont take it as the complete true fact. Lions for some reason have a size limiting gene which doesnt allow them to grow too big whereas tigers grow to their respective sizes. Now when a Lion mates with a tigress, the tigress does not pass on this limiting size gene to the cub which in turn grows HUGE. Let the pics talk for themselves. If you dont believe me wiki a Liger.

Enough with the Mixed Bloods. What I am going to show you is a video of a tiger in Corbett. I am not going to assign any adjectives to this video. Its not horrifying or terrifying or horrible or anything like that. It speaks for itself.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5001042479898028675

The Principles.

2007-05-23T12:55:00.000-07:00

Is it possible to lead ones life guided solely by a bunch of Moral Principles? I dont know. They say Men of Discipline and Clarity know how to walk this talk. I want to walk it . For a period of two months I will push my life between 5 Principles. And what are they?

1) Face off - To never run away from one's duties. Do everything that must be done with not the end in mind but the path. To face it all with courage and patience.

2) Silence - To achieve stillness of the mind with no addiction to people or pleasures. To be able to achieve this state of mind at will.

3) Smiling only at the Blue Moon- To be hedonistic only for the highest pleasures rationing ones sensual high over long periods of time.

4) Completeness and fullness - This pertains to the first principal. Whatever must be done Must be done with finesse and completeness.

5) To be a Rock - To not be swayed by pleasure or pain. To try to be as objective as possible. The above mentioned principles may not be twisted or replaced.

Well these principles pertain to me only. They will have a totalitarian effect. Lets hope it works and works for the Best.

Divine Footprints.

2007-05-22T13:31:00.000-07:00

I sit here in front of my comp adjacent to the worst DVD player of all time which by the way is below the BEST DVD player of all time (which my dad disconnected) wondering how to write what I want to write.

Today's post obviously wont be fiction. Its about something else. Something real. Something Worldly. Yes? Hmm. I have many dreams. Of these some are practical. Some are more easily realizable than others. Here are some that can be realised but requires fortune and effort.

1) Sharing the waters with a Blue Whale Yeah baby. Swimming with a blue whale is on top of my list. Touching it would be awesome but then monkeys should not be too cocky. You might get hurt. Respect should always be accorded.

2) Touching General Sherman

If you thought The Blue whale was the largest organism on this planet think again. Its a tree called General Sherman which is located in the Giant Forest of Sequoia National Park in the United States east of Visalia, California. It weighs more than 6 blue whales and is freaking 2200 years old.

3) Hunting a Tiger with no guns -

Well no poison. No bombs. Just spears, arrows,a camera and your balls. I dont know how many of you have actually seen a wild tiger with your own eyes in the open with nothing between you and the tiger. I have and its exhilarating. This one was wild but it was in Corbett so it knew not to fuck around with open safari jeeps. From what I have heard from hunters/photographers is that there aint no animal as pricy as a tiger. Its like the most elusive celebrity ever. And its fierce and powerful. An awesome balance between pure strenght and agility. I hope I live.

4) Driving a SR 71 -

Haha. Now most of you might think oh its like a Ferrari or a Porche but sorry. The_UndeaD_ isnt so grounded. The SR 71 is THE fastest vehicle ever made. Its got a max speed of mach 3.2. Can you comprehend that? At a cruising speed of Mach 3 I can clock New York to Delhi in what a little over 4 hours. I can fly from Kuwait to Delhi in 45 minutes. Now I dont want to put a picture of this awesome machine on my blog . Heres the link.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/97/Lockheed_SR-71_Blackbird.jpg

Isnt it Beautiful?

5) Reaching for the Moon -

Well today we can go into space and bounce around a lil bit for a million dollars. Tomorrow I am sure they ll let you touch the moon, mebbe even get a rock back , mebbe even allow you to leave Jakka there. Haha. Ahem. This Dream might not be that realistic coz as you can see it doesnt have its feet firm on earthly ground.

I called this post Divine Footprints because through these "dreams" I believe you can see the Power of the Gods not in a story or in Karma or in the universe out there but right her right now in Reality.

Well I think thats enough realistic dreaming for now. Everyone take care.
Tag urself if you have it in you.

Irritants

2007-05-19T17:54:00.000-07:00

My biggest obstacle to writing with a sound mind is surprisingly my mother. She keeps interrupting the flow with food offers, chats about mundane nothings, worries about my future and the english translation of malluwhatevers is going on on TV.
Shes a formidable Obstacle. Its almost impossible for me to teach her any respect for my writing. She thinks of it as a kind of harmless Lunacy. Today I will attempt to instill some sense into her but I doubt it will work. My mother as she grows older becomes more and more like a child. She plays around and laughs off everything while I pull my hair and stomp the ground. I wish I could end this snippet of mine in a sweet constructive way but I doubt it. In the end I have to shout at her but I hate shouting at my mom.

Death of the Highborn.

2007-05-17T02:15:00.000-07:00

Adhiratha returned home after a long day at the Palace. It was raining and the sky was grey. Tired and worn, Adhiratha went over to his porch, sat on his Cane chair and stared into the overcast sky. Radha stepped into the porch and walked softly to her husband. She bent over and lightly touched his arm. Lightning exploded and the thunder shook Adhiratha. He turned to see Radha’s finger on his lips. She beckoned him to follow and then entered the house slowly .

In Hastinapur, a group of children played in the rain near a well. Lightning exploded and the thunder shook them. The Ball they were playing with fell into the well and they screamed in unison at the one who dropped it. An Old powerful warrior laughed as he watched them from the Palace Balcony, waiting to see how they would solve their predicament. Then another flash from the Sky and Bheeshma saw fiery eyes and heard that terrible voice. He grasped his head wondering what brought on this vision. The children were quiet now. He followed their line of sight and saw a Brahmin approaching them.
Drona walked softly on the grass his fingers running through his prayer beads. His eyes fluttered in and out of his eyelids immersed in prayers. Bheeshma could hear the prayers vibrating in his skull. How did this Brahmin know these chants? And then it stopped. Bheeshma looked up.
Drona towered over the children his eyes wide open – boring into them. They stood in fear staring at him. This was no normal Brahmin. He had the muscles of a warrior and the scars of a fighter. His eyes showed great learning and calm. Drona then cocked his head and smiled.

“Oh Little ones. Why do you look so forlorn and lost? Where is the joy you had before I happened to pass by?” Yudhishtir the eldest of the litter looked at Drona. The rains were pouring now and he pointed to the well “Our ball has fallen in....”. Yudhishtir blinked as the rain drops smashed into his young face. Drona smiled again.

Back in his house Adhiratha followed Radha in. She led him to the basement. There she opened the door quietly and led him to the window of the Armoury. There was something glowing in the Armoury. It was golden and it came from the other end of the room. Adhiratha peered in looking for the source of the light. He saw his Bow on the floor and the string strung out next to it. Then footsteps approached and the glow became stronger. Radha drew away and so did Adhiratha. Then he saw him.
It was Vasusena, his ten year old son. His golden earings glittered in the dark and brought a beautiful hue to the room. Carefully Vasusena drew the string and began to string the bow. Adhiratha knew it was not possible. Even full grown strong men found it hard to string that Bow but – Vasusena was special. There was something about him. Great strength and something divine. Adhiratha watched in silence as the ten year old tied one end of the string to the lower leg of the Bow and then lifted the Bow that was heavier and taller than him. The other end of the string being held in his mouth, Vasusena placed one of his legs on the lower leg of the bow and grasped with both his hands the upper leg of the bow. He then pulled. Adhiratha couldn’t believe it. The Bow creaked and moaned fighting the pull. Vasusenas body pulled tight with the effort and his parents watched with horror as his Gift could be seen clearly now. Vasusena had one deformity that Adhiratha and Radha never understood. He had rock hard Armour under his skin. The stringing of this bow brought the armour to the crust of his skin and it was clearly defined now. With the Bow sufficiently bent Vasusena quickly tied up the other end of the string. He then let go of the Bow and a twang ran through the house and his parents hearts.

Drona bent down and picked up a blade of grass. He then leaned over the well and looked at the ball at the bottom of the well. He threw the blade of grass and it went straight down. It hit the ball, lightly penetrating it yet holding on to it. The children seeing this were awed. They then scrambled on their fours and collected more blades for the Brahmin. Drona then deftly launched many more blades each behind the other forming a chain from the ball all the way to the mouth of the well. When the chain was complete he simply drew the ball out to which the children cheered and praised him.
Drona amused by the little ones threw his ring into the well. The children went silent wondering why he did such a thing. Drona then saying a mantra threw a single blade with incredible force into the well. The blade went straight for the ring floating on the water. As it slipped into the ring something happened. The water that was ahead of the blade suddenly appeared behind it though the blade kept up in its momentum. With the water behind it the blade shot back up the mouth of the well into Dronas hand. Bhim ,the largest of the litter ran to the Grandsire and shouted out this great feat of the Brahmin to Bheeshma. Drona turned and looked at Bheeshma. Their eyes met but they already knew a lot about each other. Thunder crashed again and both were reminded of the fiery eyes . The Terrible One had taught them both and somehow they intuited this fact of the other. They both greeted the other by bowing their heads.

Meanwhile in Adhiratha’s home Vasusena crept out of the house and stood in rain. His parents kept a safe distance but continued to watch him. The boy was looking at the sky. Thick clouds blanketed the sky - hard and opaque. Vasusena strained his eyes and then he saw it. In the distance near the horizon he saw a break in the clouds and the flow of Sunlight. He smiled and picked up the bow. He fixed his arrow and stared at the hole through which sunlight poured in. It was far away. So far away. Thunder crashed above him.

The Terrible One sat in rain looking at his training grounds in Vishnatar. Parasuram, Death of the Highborn, was impatient. Storms used to follow him in the olden days when his blood lust couldnt be quenched. This storm troubled him though. The Lessons should not be stopped because of a few drops of water. Bah, todays children were too fussy. He got up and drew his bow and shot a mighty arrow at the heavy clouds. The arrow punched a hole in the clouds and sunlight poured in. His students came out and wallowed in the Beam of light. Parasuram stared at the hole he made when he saw something fiery heading for the same hole. An arrow. That too an ordinary arrow. An ordinary arrow burning because of its immense speed. It went straight through the same hole Parasuram had made. Tracing the line of that arrow he looked at the horizon. He wondered who this audacious person could be.

Savra

2007-05-14T21:28:00.001-07:00

There were three of us. Radh, Leo and I (names have been changed). We were at this old house in the tropical hills of Kerala. Radh and I were playing around the house. If there is any doubt in the matter our friendship was Platonic. Leo was looking out of the window when suddenly he drew back and told me that there was an odd character walking around the house. For some reason something nipped me in my head when I heard it. There were alarm bells ringing but I didnt know why.
Radh and I got up and walked to the window. There he was walking around the property like nothing happened. He wasnt a big man. He had that standard brown maroon Dravidian colour. He was old but his wrinkles and his good health left you confused about his age. He was Savra. The Greenery around him appeared more green than ever and the earth he stood on was as red as blood. Last I heard he had died.
I looked at him and he smiled at me. That skewed Toddy smile. The Skewed smile then approached our window. The wooden windows of this house could either shut out the light completely or be left open. Though Radh and Leo had their senses straight I lost it. There was great danger about and our lives were threatened. Savra scared the shit out of me.
I pulled the window shut and screamed at the others to help me. The shutters banged shut and I pulled up the latch to fit it into the metal ring. Wrinkled fingers appeared in the gap between the shutters and pulled them open. Panic hit me and I told Leo to hold on to the shutters. I focused and found a scissor around. A Nose hair scissor- that curved and sharpened towards the end. I ran back to the window and stabbed wildly at the wrinkled hands. The soft skin took the first stab. The skin moved with the point of the scissor and dragged itself over the bones and muscles but the tip of the scissor didnt break the skin. I stabbed again and again but to no effect. Seeing this Radh and Leo also shat.
Savra then tore open the shutters.

Having Chutney in Winter...

2006-10-19T05:46:00.000-07:00

Well its been sometime since I have blogged anything. Life revolves around work at the moment. There is an urge to get either more Hedonistic or more Monk like. The answer doesnt like in either paths but in the middle. The crack between Classical and the Romantic.
Winter is gonna be awesome assuming I am suitably prepared. The mist, the fog, the smog and the icy delicious wind that blows - all make good aesthetics. Also working out, quitting smoking and doing some non job constructive work are in the list of "to-do s". I dunno if it ll happen tho. Lets see.
Chutney tastes much better this around for some reason. Maybe its coz I see the Buddha or something. Cant put it to words. More interesting Posts later.

War

2006-03-14T11:33:00.000-08:00

I just read the Hindu an hour back. In it was an article where some guy called Suresh Krishna says "There are only two things that the world respects;One is a well trenched military force and the other is a well trenched economic force".An Economic War. Hmmmm. Is there actually a war going on?? Who are the Victors and what happens to the loosers?? Lets begin the analysis.

My Dad if he were to be a part in this war would probably be a mercenary of sorts. He has no affiliations except to the job itself and the money it pays and hes survived well except for a few health problems. Tawakley would be a Jawan who just got promoted to lieutenant or something. What abt Misha Singh who works for an NGO and probably doesnt get paid? She would be a nurse who takes care of the victims of this war. Murthy is training for direct admission of Corporal. What abt Yohan? Mr Academic. Hmmm....He is gonna be working for R&D for companies fighting this war or he ll end up training ppl who might fight this war. Me. Philosophers I think will always be civilians. Che was a philosopher but then decided blood was his path.

There are three modes of power; blood, money and appeasement(politics). Blood is deemed too ganvaar to fight over in todays world except ofcourse by the Americans and Jehadis. So it shall be money. The fight is on. You fight in the day, bring up warrior children and then bring home the head of your enemy (which might be a nice car or microwave). Its all making sense to me now. How could I have not seen this ? Hmmmmm..Its like a secret deal between Shiva and Vishnu. Lakhshmi will Rule. Those who respect her will survive and those who dont can chill with Shiva. What a world.
Lets not leave it with a bitter taste. Lakshmi is the beautiful wife of Vishnu. She must have her purpose. What is the purpose of this war?? Mobile phones,microwaves and plasma tvs are good but what is actually going on. The answer is hard for me to realise as of now.Maybe it is for her to know and us to find out.

War Part II

Said Tuvok to the Madman one day,"Does it surprise you that there are only two forms of power... Economic and Military ?

Actually, Military power is a by-product of Economic power... for eg. Russia failed coz of its lousy economy and is now only recovering coz it is slowly regaining economic clout... at the other end is Japan and the Tiger economies... which aren't really militarily strong but can't be fucked with militarily...

This is not a new war anyway... colonialism and imperialism were no different... a struggle for economic power through military means...

Wars make it sound like a short-lived conflict... but its not... its been around forever... call it the Global Interaction or something...

the Renaissance, Scientific progress, culture and what not are all results of this process...

and like in Military wars, eventually every power will fall and be replaced..."

so what exactly did Tuvok do? He meshed everything well together and put everything in perspective. Something Yohan John could never ever do except ofcourse the whole flighty "music" scene but who cares abt all that anywez.

So Lakshmi has been active for sometime now. Through her power - the world has become smaller and communication has got us closer.I tell you this Global Interaction will go on till a new space is created as big as a point but powerful enough to hold 5 or 6 billion ppl right next to each other...all smsing and texting and bla bla bla...but whats the point again...it ll break down barriers...ppl will get more homogenised...Pluralism will survive...A huge single consciousness??...Earth Will then become alive and conscious as a planet..Hmmm...

Lakshmi what is going on?...is there something more...We are neither Gods nor Human beings at the moment...something in between...struggling to be one or the other..Its like being a part of a super mega experiment and trying to figure out what the experimentors are upto.

Nothing.

2006-03-10T05:53:00.000-08:00

I was sitting and contemplating stuff when I stumbled on nothing. Yes Nothing...Black Empty Space...That Nothing. Nothing has a lotta qualities that not many ppl notice. First of all if you were to think about God logically...Every single adjective there is was created outside of God by God.Even the word creator was created by him. So God would be attributeless but Now the only thing that is seriously attributeless that we know of is Nothing.

Thats just the beginning my friend. If you are to move to Eastern Philosophy true "Stillness of Mind" can only be achieved by concentrating on Nothing. There is no such thing as nothing in the Real world. Even black space is something. So according to them the only place where nothing can Truly exist in this whole wide infinite universe is in Your Mind my friend. I have just begun to meditate on Nothing and lemme tell you thinking about it is hard. I am at black empty space as big as a stadium as of now.

Theres still more. Said The Oracle of Delphi to her ppl "He who knows that He knows Nothing is the Wisest". Can you imagine that statement made in this present context??...The guy who knows NOTHING...Truly KNOWS it is the wisest....why would she say something like that?...Hmm...the answer lies here in India in Kerala in the teachings of One Mallu- Advait Shankaracharya. His concept of Brahman is probably the deepest concept of nothing I have ever seen but not known. All good in the end I guess.

Last but not least. The Coffin of Darkness. Radhika Bhalla once said" If I were fine with myself...I would have no problem being in the coffin forever".I couldnt agree more.

Tildum Maerbin Schiboo

2006-03-01T11:09:00.000-08:00

This shaved head feels fantastic. Seriously I even look better without my hair.

I saw this most well structured (skeleton alert!!!) movie called Old Boy. Its a Korean movie. Very Disturbing and groce but very well made. The name is Old Boy. Boy what a twist it has in the end. The movie is #112 on IMDB. Dunno if it deserves that much attention but its worth a watch.

All of you know that my life in Kuwait is pretty sad but it has its clean points. I played Volleyball today and even though I am rusty and goofy it was a good trip. I also managed to do 3 clapping push ups (dunno what the technical term is) .

Going on to more serious matters lets talk abt ppl. Its so hard to talk to ppl as you grow older. Their minds harden and you wonder if yours is the same too. Thats why I like talking to kids especially smart ones. You can talk about anything and that too with coherence. Its almost as if ppl play a game as time passes moving from one level to the next and at some point they cant beat the harder level. The level that doesnt seem to have an exit, nothing higher- the top floor,the glass ceiling.
Whenever they wake up its the same level .No way out and no fire in em to find the way out. That level then becomes their reality and they tolerate it, care about it and in the end become it. I dont know what to do when I meet such ppl. Maybe they dont want my pity. Maybe someone else pities me.
Jesus Christ was born a Jew. Gautam Buddha was born a Hindu. Prophet Mohammed was born a non Believer. All three of em broke their levels at some point in their lives and entered a new exciting level. These 3 might make it seem like something esoteric but its not. Let me show you how.

Rules of the game-

1)There is always an exit and entrance to the next level.
2) The exit probably requires some great skill that can be mastered with practice .
3) The Bible says "the greater the hardship you go through the greater the reward at the end". Its actually the harder the level the greater you feel when you clear it.
4)You can be stuck in one level for years but" Everything must pass".
5) You can cheat and go to the next level but there ll be a price to be paid.
6)If you are stuck at one level and are at peace with yourself and that level then dying in that level would be a good death.

Gring Bring and Flighty

2006-02-26T08:04:00.000-08:00

The first Post of this year happens in late feb. My Writer Muscles are atrophying so forgive the lack of bounce. I just went through a heavy dose of healthy wastedness in Delhi and am recovering. I shaved my head yesterday and started studying today. The meter is reclocked and I am back to square One. Moms food, AC, shitloads to study, Uncle Tenlobs out and Home. I can do anything I wish as of now. Yes My friends all symptoms of the arrival of Spring.

I saw a movie yesterday. A mallu movie and a surprisingly good one at that. The Protagonist is diagnosed with Cancer and begins to die. He takes care of everyone including his wife and his family making sure all is fine after he dies. Out pops this other guy. He sez that cancer is something amiss in the beat of our body. One cell fucks up and starts to multiply and the whole body suffers. No one knows why. He teaches our protagonist how to get his beat back and the movie goes on with our hero coming back from the dead and how life still rejects him even though hes alive.
Hmmm...I guess we all have our beats and we should stick to it. Thats what I love abt home. The beat is quiet, reflective and very strong. Its good to be back.

Resolutions, Carols and Arbit Festivity

2005-12-23T07:18:00.000-08:00

Well being a damp squib to the party mood in Kuwait is genetic in my family. Doesnt mean we dont like parties, just that we cant have the time of our lives in Kuwait. So fuck that shit.

I just saw this mallu movie called "Anandabhadran" in the theater. Its about this Yogi who goes into black magic and wreaks havoc. The first fantasy malayalam movie I have seen in recent times. It sucked but shows promise.

Every building in Kuwait is being invaded by carol singers and Santa Clauses. Some of these kids sing pretty well. All the Santa Clauses suck though. Mebbe its coz I have seen too many american movies. It has to be an old jolly fat white guy with a real beard.

I had actually written a post a while ago. The post remained on the comp and I left the house with a friend.My organised mother popped outta nowhere and disconnected the internet and closed all the windows leading to the demise of that nice post. Life sucks.

I am fighting with demons who want me to smoke. Doesnt life just suck when you try to quit smoking? Yes it does. Everyone else take care and have a Happy New Year.

Oh God, Help me Out!!

2005-12-08T22:52:00.000-08:00

The list of screwy practise tests continue...I keep achieving lower and lower scores...what the fuck is going on??....I even started praying...I didnt like to pray...but now I m forced to reckon with it.

It seems to be an inexplicable want for something where not getting it is a travesty...a unbearable tragedy. Such want is disgusting from one perspective and inspiring from another. It shows that the creature is alive yet bound to the chains of life. Sorry for the dramatic description about a graduate exam but this is Madhu, bear with me. I am even forced to reckon with God in a new way because of this exam.

In my original belief (CoD) I believed that the whole setup was already written...the path and destiny already set...All we had to do was walk through it...Then In the last samurai I heard a line..Some guy asks someone..."You think that is our Destiny??"...then the someone replies..."A man does what he can till his destiny is revealed"...The setup changes at this point from a director watching his movie (where we are but one of his many characters who walk in pre defined paths)...to the living room of the creator of an interactive game sitting with you watching you play his game...and You pray for guidance.
The Christians believe it is all a test and the harder the journey the more rewarding the end...Buddhists dont give a shit...Hindus probably believe it is but a part f my karma...Maybe the weed burnt up my brain... Maybe I need to understand there is a higher power and bow...hmmm...Pray for me.

David and Goliath

2005-12-01T09:22:00.000-08:00

Okay, Arbit trippings yet again - Lets get to it.
I was playing "Command and Conquer" today and I was tripping. I also have been reading up on these snippets on cells. Eukaryotic cells have nucleuses while Prokaryotic dont. Prokaryotic cells- singles cellular cells can get as big as your hand and they are pretty powerful in their own way. They form diseases,cures and are almost omnipresent.
Now the human body is a Multicellular organism.We have many cells governed by one supreme consciousness-Us.Even though the Consciousness rules it is "Of the Cells".The Cells can dictate to the Supreme consciousness using tools such as pain, weariness,hunger,etc.I m trying to draw a correlation between a human organisation like a country with the human body.eg- Bill Gates is the Supreme Consciousness in the multicellular organism of Microsoft.

Now playing cnc I can see how hard it is to coordinate multipronged attacks. Attacks that require subtlety and timing require more attention than full power attacks.All of it is all about coordination and thought dexterity. Thus ppl who manage large amounts of ppl are really Supremely conscious. The Chinese Head has to be a man of incredible management skills to coordinate a country of 1 billion ppl. You have to give it to such guys. They are the Supreme Consciousness of bodies where we are but bacteria floating around in the air.Blogs might give someone a cold or a cough (IIPM)but we are bacteria. David might get Goliath with a well aimed stone. But we dont deserve to take out these Goliaths so cheaply. How the hell do ppl like Laloo get to manage resources. There is a heirarchy in this world. All men are only equal when it comes to their personal lives.

The Sun Shines yet again...

2005-11-27T10:51:00.000-08:00

Today, Sunday the 27th is a good day...All good days like good movies start of with a bumpy ride and ends well..As much as critics and Esoterics love their niche movies that suck ass (like Adoor Gopalakrishnan) theres nothing like a good ending...Thats why you must set up your death as much as you set up your life...

Now amongst the ppl who have died in my life...
the most common kinds of death are...

1)Heart Attack..
The ending is usually...Your immediate family surrounds you in the party, at home or at some shopping mall...and you feel intense pain with your wife screaming all over the place and children crying and poof your gone...

If you survive..
The ending is usually....In the hospital surrounded by more family + much more friends...theres that annoying machine that keeps beeping...and ppl whispering "serious",
"very serious","critical","done for" etc...and suddenly you hear the dial tone...and everyone starts wailing...you inevitably pass away

2)Car accident
The End is truly horrible...You are either driving or worse some asshole is driving...and one mother of a truck/bus decides to make sandwich outta you...Death is usually caused by firemen/policemen trying to pry you out
of the tinned meat can that was your car...

3)Genetic Illness.
The End is....kinda sadistic...You die slowly...but visibly...over a period of years you are just eaten away at...but the slow pace of it makes it more bearable than car accident...and everyone is nice to you coz you are dying...

4)Cancer...
The end is...worse than capital punishment...
Radiation, chemotherapy,loss of hair and what not...theres something very disgusting about cancer...Reminds me of what Agent Smith said to Neo...

You(Human Beings)move to an area...and you multiply...until every natural resource is consumed. The only way you can survive is to..spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus. Humans beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet...and we...are the cure.

As in Aesthetically..theres something to cancer and Human progress...and it hits the most innocent ppl and humbles them and everyone around them...a true tragedy...and when the end comes...all you can do is leave the theater and be happy about your own life...

5)Old age...
The End is...upto you..this actually the ONLY way to die...but it can be bad...some ppl die puking and die painfully in your old age...which sucks ass...but my favorite is to die in your sleep...nothing like it...where your death is basically you going to sleep forever...aaaah...no hospital...no irritating relatives face....your just dreaming and poof..your gone...

Brain Stew

2005-11-20T11:55:00.000-08:00

Sunday the 11th and I am hale and hearty. My leg wounds have healed. My shoulder pain is gone. My head ache is subsiding and I have also shampooed my hair.Tomorrow is a big day for me.Its the beginning of no mind Vs too many mind.

I was just tripping on the fact that the vagina kinda looks like a flower. Seriously it reminds me of flowers . Like if you were to look at a Vagina not upto much activity its like a closed bud but when activated it actually blooms or opens up. And it has layers just like the winding petals of a rose. It blooms every 28 days. All this has led me to believe that the female evolution has in some way come through plants .

The Scissor is a great Invention. It serves its purpose well, cutting its way through paper, cloth, metal, sheets, skin and fat. Now even if Nasa were to spend Billions of dollars on Scissor research to develop the most "advanced" scissor with GPRS, infrared and titanium edges most of us would still be happy with easily available ordinary scissor. I am using the scissor as a metaphor here. I am not against innovation but I think its very cocky on the part of the first world to call themselves Developed. I dont mind India being called Developing country but how can you affirm yourself to be DEVELOPED?? who decides the roofline?? India is still in pretty bad shape I agree but I think we need to learn from the scissor. The internet is a good idea to develop in India but is hardly a scissor. Its a user friendly library at best to a villager- not the opening door to riches to a poverty stricken village.
A lotta things are hitting their rooflines. The Microwave, the fridge, the washing machine, the fossil fuel driven car. Now I m not saying that these tools are DEVELOPED or they dont need innovation, but there is a self sufficiency to them now that we dont see in mobiles yet. These tools are one with their purpose (which is a good thing).Mobiles still have some way to go. Does that mean the Mobile industry is developing? Bad language I would say. I would rather admit to one industry as happening and the other as achieving it purpose. India is happening in some fields and so is the US in other fields(not Hollywood) and then China in some boring fields.All of us looking for the elusive Oneness with our purpose. Just like the Scissor.

Hollywood is dying. You can see it. The symptoms of old age are
1)seeing weak little grandchildren running around while the old giant sleeps.
2)The teenager who tranquilised the grandpa making out openly in the house.
3)When the grandpa wakes everyone hides.

The rising conservatism has brought about distaste to most liberal and controversial topics (fodder to good storylines).Antiamericanism has unnerved hollywood. Divisions in the country itself has fragmented perspective. If the Terminator blows up a building with innocent ppl in it , isnt it/he a terrorist ??America at one time could actually sell the fact that it had no history, no religion and no face. There is a kinda purity in the fact that it could have been the magnet to the best of the best of anything in the world. The Worlds best Playground. For the World,Of the World and by the World.

Then theres Patriotism.

The Blue Dream In White Sand.

2005-11-14T23:38:00.000-08:00

I had a dream last night. A most beautiful one - visually stunning. I havent dreamt one so moving in a long time. Let me try to explain.
My Dad was taking us to the beach(not Really-In My Dream). We were in the car and I was looking out through the Window. The Beach was to my right and we were driving along. It was cold and the whole atmosphere had this blue effect. The sky couldnt be seen because of the clouds or smoke and the sand was white with a slight tinge of blue.What commanded the scene was this eruption of thick blue Smoke billowing from the sea half way to the horizon (like a Blue Volcano). I got onto the sand and there were these basic spartan type structures built on the sand for some purpose. And on the sandy shores itself there were these streams or rivulets of pure blue liquid. I ran into one and I felt soft blue Snow below my feet. The Ice was sublimating into blue cloudlike vapour which was what I thought was the Smoke. The clouds were chilly and then standing on the rivulet I looked out onto the sea watching the ice on the sea spewing tons of blue cloud into the sky...phew...it was awesome (and I think the switched on AC was the cause of this Creation).

Calegüinas

2005-11-01T16:52:00.000-08:00

Ok...I didnt write this story but I think its brilliant.

Fernando Sorrentino
Translated by Gustavo Artiles and Alex Patterson

An Enlightening Book
Ludwig Boitus: Stelzvögel, Gottingen, 1972

In his brief prologue to Stelzvögel, professor Franz Klamm explains that Dr. Ludwig Boitus travelled from Gottingen to Huayllén-Naquén with the sole purpose of studying in situ the assimilative attraction of the long-legged bird popularly known as calegüinas (this name has almost unanimous acceptance in the specialist literature in Spanish and it will be used here). Stelzvögel fills an acute gap in our knowledge of the subject. Before Dr. Boitus' exhaustive investigations -- the presentation of which takes up almost a third of the volume -- little was known for certain about calegüinas. In fact, except for fragmentary qualitative studies by Bulovic, Balbón, Laurencena and others -- works plagued by whimsical, unsubstantiated claims -- before Stelzvögel, the scientific community lacked a reliable basis on which to base further research. In his work, Dr. Boitus starts from the -- perhaps debatable -- premise that calegüinas' main character trait is its very strong personality (using the term personality in the sense established by Fox and his school). This personality is so potent that simply being in the presence of a calegüinas is enough to induce strongly calegüinas-like behaviour in other animals.
The calegüinas are found exclusively in the Huayllén-Naquén lagoon. There, they flourish -- some estimates put the population as high as one million -- helped both by local by-laws, which make hunting them illegal, and by the fact that their flesh is inedible and their feathers have no industrial use. In common with other long-legged birds, they feed on fish, Batrachia and the larvæ of mosquitos and other insects. Although they posses well-developed wings, they rarely fly, and when they do, they never go beyond the limits of the lagoon. They are of a similar size to storks, though their beaks are slightly larger and they do not migrate. Their back and wings are a blueish-black; their head, chest and belly, a yellowish-white. Their legs are pale yellow. Their habitat, the Huayllén-Naquén lagoon, is shallow but wide. Since there are no bridges across it -- in spite of many representations to that end -- the locals are obliged to make a long detour in order to get to the opposite side. This has had the effect of making complaints to the local newspaper almost continuous but communication between the shores of the lagoon rather scarce. To the uninformed observer it would appear that residents could cross the lagoon quickly and easily by using stilts and even without them, at its deepest point, the water would barely reach the waist of a man of average height. However, the locals know -- although perhaps in a intuitive way only -- the assimilative power of the calegüinas, and the fact is that they prefer not to attempt the crossing, choosing instead -- as already stated -- to go around the lagoon, which is encircled by an excellent asphalt road.

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All this has not stopped the hiring of stilts to tourists becoming the single most important part of the Huayllén-Naquén economy, a circumstance that is perhaps justifiable in view of the scarcity of basic resources in the region. The absence of serious competition and the lack of official pricing has made the hiring of stilts a very costly business indeed; inflating prices to outrageous levels is the only way tradesmen can recoup their inevitable losses. In fact, there is a rather limited Huayllén-Naquén by-law stipulating that shops hiring stilts should display a sign, positioned in open view and written in bold lettering, warning that the use of stilts may lead to fairly serious psychological alterations. As a rule, tourists tend not to heed these warnings and, for the most part, treat them as a joke. It should be noted that it is simply not possible to make sure that the notices are read by every single tourist even when, as is undeniably the case, the shopkeepers comply with the by-law punctiliously and place the signs in highly conspicuous places. The authorities are notoriously inflexible on this point. It is true that inspections are not very frequent and are always preceded by a warning sent a few minutes beforehand -- but the inspectors are known to perform their duties conscientiously and it can only be coincidence that there is no recorded case of a shopkeeper being sanctioned under the by-law.
Once in possession of their stilts, the tourists, either by themselves or in cheerful, chattering groups of two, three, five or ten go into the Huayllén-Naquén lagoon with the aim of reaching the opposite shore where they can buy, at very reasonable prices, tins of exquisite fish -- a product that provides the main source of income for the population on that side of the lagoon. For the first two or three hundred metres, the tourists advance happily; laughing, shouting, playing practical jokes and frightening the calegüinas, which, like all long-legged birds, are extremely nervous creatures. Gradually, as they penetrate deeper and deeper into the lagoon, the tourists become more subdued while, meter-by-meter, the density of calegüinas increases. Soon the birds are so numerous that progress becomes extremely difficult for the tourists. The calegüinas no longer run or fly away nervously -- as their numbers rise, they appear to grow in confidence, although their behaviour could also be explained by the fact that, by then, most movement is physically impossible. Whatever the reason, there comes a moment when shouting is no longer enough and it becomes necessary to use sticks and hands to shoo the calegüinas out of the way. Even then they concede very little ground. This is generally the moment when the tourists fall silent and the joking and laughing comes to an end. Then -- and only then -- they notice a dense humming emanating from the throats of the thousands of calegüinas, filling the entire lagoon. In its timbre, this humming is not very different from that of doves -- it is, however, considerably more intense. It enters the ears of the tourists and resonates inside their heads, it fills their minds so completely that, gradually, they too begin to hum. To start with, this humming is a poor imitation of the birds, but soon it becomes impossible to distinguish between the humming of the humans and that of the calegüinas. At this point, the tourists often start to experience a choking sensation, they can detect nothing but calegüinas for as far as the eye can see and soon loose the ability to differentiate between land and the water of the lagoon. In front and behind, left and right they see an endlessly repeating, monotonous desert of black and white made up of wings, beaks and feathers. There is usually one tourist -- especially if there is a large group of them on the lagoon -- who perceives the wisdom and convenience of returning to Huayllén-Naquén and sacrificing their prospective purchase of exquisite fish at very reasonable prices from the opposite shore.

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But where is the opposite shore? How can they go back if they have lost all notion of the direction they came from? How can they go back if there are no longer any points of reference, if everything is black and white, an endlessly repeating landscape of wings, beaks and feathers? And eyes: two million blinking, expressionless eyes. In spite of all the evidence that returning is no longer an option, the tourist who is most lucid -- or rather, least delirious -- addresses his companions with some pathetic exhortation: 'Friends, let us go back the way we came!' But his companions cannot understand his strident croaks, so different are they from the gentle humming they are now accustomed to. At this point, even though they themselves answer with the same unintelligible croaks, deep down they are still conscious of the fact that they are human. Fear, however, has unhinged them and they all begin to croak simultaneously. Unfortunately, this chorus of croaks has no meaningful content and, even if they wanted to, the tourists would be unable to communicate their final coherent thought: that they are all calegüinas. It is then that the elders of the calegüinas community, who up to this point have kept knowingly silent, begin to croak with all their might. It is a triumphant croak, a cry of victory that starts from that inner circle and spreads quickly and tumultuously through the length and breadth of the Huayllén-Naquén lagoon and beyond its limits to the remotest houses of the nearby town. The locals put their fingers in their ears and smile. Happily, the noise lasts barely five minutes, and only after it has completely stopped do the tradesmen get back to making as many pairs of stilts as tourists have entered the lagoon.

Arbythea IV

2005-11-01T14:02:00.000-08:00

at http://arbythea.blogspot.com

An Interview With Shiva

2005-10-25T11:55:00.000-07:00

Grim Silence as the Studio Audience waits...The Host paces up and down....Heavy steps are heard...A huge Man enters with thick, worn, hanging dredlocks.He is dirty, strong and has a scent of violence...He seats himself..

The Host sits and the Show starts..

Ladies and gentlemen...The only man whos third eye isnt blind...I give you Shiva...

(No Applause...Eerie silence)

Ahem...Lord Shiva...We were just talking to the Devil yesterday...He stated that his existence was not real...Are you real??

Shiva:Well...I am more real than the Devil...The Devil is more of a facade compared to me...I am THE Destroyer...

Okay...Would you say that the destruction of Hiroshima and Nagasaki were attributed to you?...

Shiva:haha...You are funny...No...Those were the Americans...You dont understand..I Destroy...After my work...there would be no Hiroshima or Nagasaki..

Hmmm....Please explain..What would YOU use...if not a Nuclear bomb...

Shiva:Well my methods are different...When I dance only the Preserver can determine who survives...because his skills of Preserving match mine of Destroying...So if I had my way...There would be nothing...this studio...that audience...This Seat.. nothing....

Ahem...Total Anhilation...The End of the Universe as some people might say...

Shiva:oh yes,You get nice coffee there...

Yes...Enough about your work...tell us about yourself...

Shiva:Well I live in the Himalayas...I have a wife and 2 sons...

Hmmm...Very nice...They say you sleep a lot...

Shiva:Yes I do...

I cant help mentioning that the Devil was talking about the very same thing yesterday...He called it a deadly sin...Sloth...

Shiva:yes it is from His perspective...In fact my favorite Sins would be Wrath,Sloth and Lust...

Lets talk about your Wrath...Your past record states that you defaced one of your sons...

Shiva:Regretably Yes...It was an unfortunate incident...but I do have my solution to that problem..

Shiva draws an Immense MahaChillum...and fills it up with green material...He hoists the Chillum up above his mouth and lights it up....followed by a mother of a Pull...that blazes the top of the Chillum...The Host pulls back...A Cloud of smoke escapes Shiva's lips filling the studio...the Audience and the Host cough and feel light headed...

Cough Cough...Ahem...Dont you think that this solution is commiting One Sin to right another??

Shiva:I do not believe in Sin...A person with my Power and Purpose cannot be active throughout Eternity...The Ganja helps me to step back from the circle of life and observe the restless pace of life from outside...It helps you to achieve objective peace...You begin to see the life behind everything...and the beauty of it all...

And this Ganja...also lets you slumber

Shiva:Do not underestimate the healing powers of a long peaceful sleep...it leads to clarity and enthusiasm during wakefulness...

ok...lets talk about Lust...Your sex life is the stuff of legends...what do you think about this kind of publicity?..and the fact that your sex life has led the ppl to worship even your penis...

Shiva:Well...its a symbol of Virility and strength...and abt the publicity...I think the Kama Sutra was the cause of that...

Haha..yes yes....let us go on to more serious matters then...You are the God of Destruction...You say that there is a beautiful life behind everything...How does it feel to be the cause of death to so much that is beautiful

Shiva:Well...All that is beautiful cannot be saved for ever...that would be partial to the Truth... Only the Truth is eternal...everything else must pass...It is my Dharm to impose this order...

You are very humble inspite of the fact that you hold the most potent of all powers...Destructive power...Why is that so?

Shiva:My power is final...too final even for me...therefore I respect it and I respect all that I destroy

Lord Shiva...thank you VERY much..

An Interview with Satan

2005-10-22T13:55:00.000-07:00

No introduction needed for our guest today...We all know him...Ladies and Gentlemen this is Lucifer.
(applaud)

So Mr Mephistopheles...tell us more about yourself..

Satan:Well...honestly...I m not so bad...its just the Judo-Christians who made me so infamous...When I was created by..let me re iterate...I was created by the all powerful God...and He created me for a reason...

You were created...hmmmm...but many look at you as his counterweight...his yang...the imbalance for the balance..is that the reason...

Satan:No,no,no...the reason is more subtle...The saying goes that the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was to make the world believe that he doesnt exist...I dont...I m not "real" in the true sense of the word....uhmmm...I am the weed that grows in your garden...the wind and the snow that blows down on the mountain climber...I am all the pleasures in the world...I am the jail where people suffer their pain...I make fun of everything and have respect for nothing except Time...

Why Mr Mephistopheles...I didnt know that you were responsible for anything except sin...

Satan;haha...well thats how the media has been treating me...Some people...they treat me with anger,resentment and expulsion...lets put such treatment as grade A.Now there are those who fight me and manage to win the battle at points with concentration and discipline peacefully.Lets put such treatment as grade B.As you can see Grade A ppl are more tense...they treat me with fear and emotion...Grade A ppl might win the battles but loose the war..Grade B ppl are better off at winning the war..

The War Mr Mephistopheles...what are you talking about...

Satan:Forgive me...My job is such...People like to dualise things...as black or white...good or evil and such....there are evil times in my life...The war with man starts of as a fly bugging him and might end up in fratricide or insanity...why is there such a force in life?....its not upto me...it is upto the individual...the more they ask for evils the more I give them...

Hmmm....Name some of these Evils...

the most popular ones are sloth, greed, gluttony, lust, pride, wrath and envy.They are the most famous ones coz theres an infinite supply of em...You can ask as much of these evils till u die supplicating to it...

Who is your greatest friend?

Satan:Time...On a long enough timeline ,everyone falls...The Only Person who can beat me...is one who can beat Time...that is the war...and the Victor almost always is Time...

What will befall those who fall for your evils...and those who do not...

For those who will be tempted...time will change everything...and those who do not...time will be to their advantage...

As simple as that?

As simple as that...

The Reset Button

2005-10-18T13:04:00.000-07:00

Hmmm...I m trying to put my thoughts into words..This post is in continuum with the where o where post...
Lets start anyways...
Guns have affected equality in Humanity to a great extent...Even if people have wealth,strength and wisdom...it is the one with the most destructive power who laughs last...Everyone knows this and it is an obvious fact today....
Guns do not distinguish between the rich, poor, white, black, blackbelt, Sumo, American president or Nu life slum dweller...Whoever you are...You are the same to a gun...

The shades are very gray when it comes to the ethical Values a gun imposes of the world...it even has the capability of threatening that order..but this post isnt about guns...its about this Reset button that this era has brought upon all of us.
Let me explain...Guns marked the end of the Samurai in Japan...their techniques with the sword is unnecessary in this world...The Reset button was pushed and everyone was back to square one both the samurai and the farmer...because of the Gun..
Blogs do the same...Individuals have threatened an institution (IIPM) with the Reset button that blogs have given us...IIPM ads = My Blog
In the art world..The Reset button is the internet...Upload any movie,painting or music and Bang...its the same as the rest of it...The Mona Lisa=the google pic of the Mona Lisa
There are a lotta age old refined techniques that go through their own evolution and bring about great services to humanity and give great life to the human being commiting that action..but what is happening now is...through technological shortcuts the honour and the pride of that individual commiting that action is removed...just the service to humanity remains...it is done mechanically...with no honour...
eg-I like songs...and playing the guitar is romantic
...but rather than playing what I like on the guitar I m bound to the technological shortcut of winamp...there is no honour in me being a guitar player anymore....
Now you might think the fault lies with me...true but there is a strong slothfulness that technology tempts us with...
Democracy was the beginning of this Reset button...and everyone thinks its great...I dont agree...
Today that Reset Button is Very great...So great that it takes service to many ,maybe even millions of
ppl to keep your art alive...there are fields that are still one to one...like medicine, teaching, sport etc that are still alive in their one to one form...but the technological threats are out there...just waiting to come in and take their place...

eg-the biggest companies in consumer electronics 10 years ago hold about only 30% of the market...who controls the rest?...No name Chinese manufacturers
...the art of technology has undergone Resetting....

Ok I m going to JUMP off the 50th floor now with trying to predict the future k...feel free to jump higher or lower with your comments...

Akhil Puri once said he wanted to invent the Magic Drug...You take it...And all will be fine...There wont be any issues...its a very metaphorical concept...

The Magic Drug that all of us are running after is total equality...if anyone looks better than you...or runs faster than you...or makes more money than you...you take the magic drug and everyone is back to square one...like a world of clones...

Whats funny that there is a strong undercurrent of Communism in this powerfully capitalistic world...
Instead of the infinite world opening up to us...the world is getting smaller...Instead of our lives getting more meaningful with worthier actions...The actions are getting easier with no meaning...

This post is just an analysis of where our Consumer/technocomfy/lack of any Tao in any action Philosophy is heading...I dont know what the solution is or if anyone really gives a shit if there is a problem...

Arbythea

2005-10-17T16:06:00.000-07:00

at http://arbythea.blogspot.com

Oh Where o Where

2005-10-12T01:25:00.000-07:00

It was said in The Republic (by Plato) that Democracy sucks. The problem with Democracy according to the debaters in that book was that the dogs would begin to act as Lions,Cows would walk as Horses and Pigs would start flying. Hmmmm.

According to some Hindu forecasts this age is supposed to be Kalli Yug.Its sposed to be another age of destruction....ummm but theres no world war.Isnt the Human race progressing?Its all cool isnt it?

Let us look at the problem more closely.In South India you will see many old Temples.Temples that are as old as a millenium.Now the oldest of these were made of Stone.They were literally cut out of HUGE boulders.Why did the engineers then do this?because they wanted it to last.

Now lets look at something The Americans made-

Every single thing you see in this pic has to be cleaned,repaired,replaced and maintained.Not exactly progress according to me.In time the whole bridge needs to be replaced to make it last.

Coming back to The Republic and the Kalli Yug.This era of human existence isnt exactly about the human race moving forward.Its more about individual freedom and the power that comes with that freedom.Let me quote one more line from Plato "The excess of liberty, whether in States or individuals, seems only to pass into excess of slavery".

I was chilling with my friends who play Vball.All of them respectable young working men.One guy works for the Public Warehouse Company.They lease contracts for companies.The American Army had signed a contract with them for around 400 drivers.PWC quoted the least price and won the contract but The Americans didnt read the contract properly.400 Philipinoes who came into the country were fired as soon as they landed because they didnt live up to American expectation(not in contract).

What I am trying to say is Our populations cannot be fluid forever.The destruction or the third world war cannot be seen with our own eyes.The destruction and the war is in the replacement and constant change in the world.True it happens in the jungle too but the pace in a "natural" environment has a specific rhythm.
But as humans we get used to all of it.We all get shoved around by Money.Thats ok...as long as the future is.....what...
Hmmm...Imagine there were another revolution that would make ppl think that our times were evil and their times better...what would their lives be like?

Into Da Night

2005-10-11T12:48:00.000-07:00

Well the Proper Birth of this Winter Season Blogging is commencing as I type. This season promises to be an interesting one.

We have the Straight ones on the left<-Me,Tuvok
,George (Gone for a 6) and Ms V. And on the Right The Clutterers -> Yohan,Mooman and Kria ( yes the Hindi idiom thingie). The Clutterers are more formidable as of now coz they are in better form. Tuvok has lost his Mojo, George refuses to go beyond criket, Ms V has had a family tragedy and I am well me.

The daunting force of his XLNC Murthy shall hopefully be sucked away by an equally daunting XLRI. Nothing can quell Yoko Ono Han. Ms Kria shows promise as both Straight and Clutterer. Lets see how her Karma forms.
Last but not least we have the arbitors=Salil,Pai and Mighty. May the Blogging begin. (Thundering applause)

Well one thing I noticed(recently) was the new line for Adidas. They bought Reebok if you remember and they are the biggest sports company out there at the moment. After all this they come out with a line that says "Impossible is Nothing". Raveesh Thomas could have thought up something better. Nike is way smarter.
Adidas has poor English too. I m so sorry for em.

Actually this ad isnt too bad...

Anywez..
Yohan didnt like my poetry (Murthys blog) one bit...He literally farted after reading it...Well one try...Who cares..but he ended our chat on a good note tho..Be Truly Creative..

Ashim and the Circle

2005-10-10T04:11:00.000-07:00

In the immediate vicinity of our times, there was once a Sage and a Pupil.They lived on the slopes of the Himalayas. The Sage had left the future and past behind him in the hope of relieving himself from the chains of the circle of life.He was teaching about this very circle one day to his disciple Ashim.Sage:"So as you can see only through hard concentration and stillness of the mind can you escape the cycle of Karma and Rebirth"

The day was beautiful,the sage looked upon the trees on the neighbouring mountain.The peace and greenery befitted everything and everything was in place.From the corner of his eye the sage sensed an out of place smile.

Ashim smiled a sly grin,"Teacher but why is it that the people of the world are outnumbering themselves...whose Karma is that??....Where are all these extra souls coming from?...Is it from aliens??...There has to be something wrong doesnt it??".
The Sage's eyes opened wide,thunder and lightning exploded from it,"You insolent child....I will teach you where the Karma comes from."

Ashim sat back frightened as the Sage cursed him.

The world went blue and then Red .In the end all was Green. Ashim couldnt believe it. He was surrounded by billions of gooey fellow-whatevers. Ashim tried to goo his way around but it was hard. Out of the gooeyness came a beautiful goo thingie with a long tail.
Said the Goo to Ashim,"Hello Ashim,I m Uh-Dam , a sperm.You are an Amoeba.We are timeless .Welcome to Eternity."
Ashim felt sad at what had happened to him.The Sperm circled around Ashim and flicked it with its tail.Ashim looked up and asked,"Do you know why I am here?".
Said Uh-Dam,"Uh,Damn I dont know but I do know some one who might....Follow me."
The Sperm then took off.Ashim pseudo-podad his way through microscopic spaces trying to catch up with Uh-Dam.The scenery was brilliant.The whole universe was alive and heading somewhere.There was no gravity so all of Space was filled up with the gooeys.

Ashim,"My father told me that this is where life started"

Uh-Dam,"Well he was right...partly atleast...See for all of life...when they reproduce , the life of the offspring starts in this world,as a gooey and we send it from here to the World of time..The gift of life starts only from us...The Gooey...and for the Gooey there is no time"

Ashim,"No time....I dont understand it"

Uh-Damn,"Dont worry...You will...You need to see it to understand it"

And they moved through space, Uh-Dam circled around a black hard body floating in nothingness...

Uh Dam in a low ramble,"Nah Oy....Nah Oy....Oh Beginning of us all....Wake up....There is one who needs ur help"

The Black Stone began to shake and tremble
....Gooeyness formed in nothingness....and Nah Oy was awake...

Uh Dam to Ashim,"Meet Nah Oy....the first of us Gooeys....In all of us resides his power..."

Ashim bent low,"Your Eminence....One who knows all...Why am i here??"

Nah Oy,"Your father sent you here for a reason,my child....A reason that should be obvious to you very soon..."

Ashim,"Hmmmm....Your Prominence,We were talking about the Karmic cycle and rebirth....and I mentioned souls...Ofcourse...He wanted to show me that even in this world....The cycle of Karma works...."

Nah Oy,"yes yes...Tell me how it works...."

Ashim,"well....Uh Dam told me this world is timeless....and you are the first of the gooeys....and I am here even though we are of different times...."

Nah Oy, "You are getting warm"

Ashim,"My Dad...My teacher should also be here....and I can right what I had done wrong...by turning back my time"

Uh Dam:"Bingo my friend....You have got it..."

Nah Oy,"Now it is upto me...Uh-Dam will take you to your fathers loins before your time....and then you will see how it works...."

Ashim got onto Uh-Dam and Uh-Dam tailed his way into the Sages Loins.....and it all happened again....

Again in the immediate vicinity of our times there was a sage and a pupil.They lived on the slopes of the Himalayas. The sage had left the future and past behind him in the hope of relieving himself from the chains of the circle of life.He was teaching about this very circle one day to his son Ashim.
Sage:"So as you can see only through hard concentration and stillness of the mind can you escape the cycle of Karma and Rebirth"
The day was beautiful,the sage looked upon the trees on the neighbouring mountain.The peace and greenery befitted everything and everything was in place.He looked at his son and saw his sons pure knowing smile.That too was in place.

The Crazy Guy

2005-08-26T01:49:00.000-07:00

Three months ago, my plane crashed somewhere along the border between Iran and Pakistan. A local tribesman (or boy) took my body to his village. I asked him later why he did. He said it was because I was the only one who was alive amongst the carcasses. His sister and mother cared for me and got me healthy again. In return I learnt their language.

My adventure began on a hunting ride with Nadir(the tribes boy).We were looking for wild goats when it suddenly struck me that Nadir’s Village lacked men. I asked him why. He said a local Warlord had massacred the men folk over some issue. The women of the village were waiting for their boys to grow up to have men back in their village. Nadir didn’t want to grow up. He wanted to behead the War Lord.

He had a plan. He kept running through his plan over and over again. The first time it sounded juvenile. The second time it was irritating. The third time I told him to shut up. I asked him if he knew where the War Lord lived. He said yes. I asked him if he ever saw where the War Lord lived. He said no.

So our hunt was redirected to a human instead of goats. The Warlord had a nice house I must say, but what caught my attention was 25 million dollars walking around his compound. Six feet and eight inches of it. This time I had a plan.

We went to the city bought ball bearings, catapults, formaldehyde, and ofcourse weapons. We camped outside the house at night. Nadirs prey came out to watch his herd move to some ranch somewhere. When everyone left, the Warlord stood watching his herd passing into the horizon romantically. Nadir walked right behind him and threw a knife. The knife pierced into his head and he fell off the horse. What followed was disgusting.

He put the head into the formaldehyde bag.It was my turn now. Nadir showed me where the guest quarters of the house were.The door was open. I walked in with my catapult drawn. He was old and resting.His body was long and his eyes were wise.I let go off the stretched string easily and the metal ball went through his head.

I put the head into my formaldehyde bag and rode to Nadirs village and got my stuff .Then I rode to the India-Pakistan border where I bribed a Pirate DVD dealer to smuggle me in. In the end I was in Delhi in front of the US embassy with a head in my bag.The whole journey took 8 days. They gave me the 25 million without much fuss. They took credit ofcourse. I gave it to them. His Karma was too heavy for my shoulders.

Arbythea Sequel

2005-08-20T20:52:00.000-07:00

My Second Chapter to the Arbythea series is published at
http://arbythea.blogspot.com/2005/08/chapter-2-it-was-dusk_20.html.

Hope you enjoy it.

Stillness of the Mind

2005-08-15T18:45:00.000-07:00

My dear Dudes and Dudettes,

After a long period of unrest and ill definition,I decided to Blog today.The topic is deeply philosophical and has practical aspects to it.Allow me to introduce this Blog.

I saw The Last Samurai yesterday.The first time I saw this this movie was on Kilaras Laptop in IVihar.Added to this discomfort,the print was shitty and the cd was scratched.I hate Tom Cruise today and so did I on that day.Sadly they need him to market the movie and cash their profits.Apart from all this,I think the movie is Brilliant.Edward Zwick is a Formidable director.

My Aesthetic picked up on this brilliant line of serenity in the movie.The character Katsumoto

leads this beautiful hermetic life in the hills dedicated to studying the Art of War.His life is dedicated to the Human Spirit and sincere in its pursuit of the ideal Warrior.All nice and romantic but what is the point? Its more like three points actually.

1)The Samurai in this movie were Buddhist,practised meditation and sought the Stillness of the Mind

2)The Kundalini Awakening

3)The Year 2005

Haha...A nice threesome.
The Kundalini Awakening is a phenomena that comes about at some point in a persons life.Needless to say that it is a form of Nivana,emancipation etc etc.Why I am into the Kundalini right now...is for other reasons.

A few days ago while I was sleeping,my head was resting on my right hand and the latter promptly went off to sleep.Now I awoke at some point and thought that my right hand was up at a right angle with the index finger pointed at the roof.But then I saw my hand on the bed,limp and unconscious(while still feeling that that very hand was pointing up).I was going through waves of trippiness coming from my "hand" pointed at the roof.I guess the trippiness was caused by the blood re entering the limp hand but the result of all this is something else.

I discovered that the mind has this Matrix of "Livingess" that is forced upon the real body.Now at most points these coincide bringing about a well coordinated mind body relationship.There are fuck ups like mine and the Kundalini.Now according to some very popular ppl they say that - in this Matrix that the mind "thinks" IS the body, there is one region that has immense power.The Power lies in a Potential form but when awakened shoots up into the person.Now this Potential Power the mind "thinks" exists resides at the base of our spine.That region is called the Kundalini.They say it is like a coiled serpent when awakened the serpent of energy snakes up our spine and lots of trippy shit follows.

If you want to get into this, read The Serpent Power by Sir John Woodroffe aka Arthur Avalon.Pretty popular book.
Ok if u remember -The Kundalini Awakening has something to do with Samurais and the year 2005.Lemme get to that.

The Tao,The Qua,The Holy Ghost(??),The Krishna etc is becoming one with whatever ur doing.If u guys have seen that Animatrix series theres one with the 100 m runner.

The story is that this guy runs so well that his mind couldnt be controlled by the matrix anymore.He begins to break from the matrix in the middle of a race.

Then an agent pops up and shoots his ass down.Whatever.

Some ppl would say this guy had a Kundalini awakening.Now according to Indian Philosophy u can "awaken" your Kundalini by meditating and saying prayers.I think you can attain it with actions where you are one with your action.You need total control of the Mind though.They say the mind is but a tool but in most of our cases the tool controls the User.Pretty cool I would say.Thus only after you attain Stillness of the Mind,The Taming of ur Wild Spirit-is anything possible.Thus the admiration for the Samurai and their pursuits.

Now what does this have to do with the year 2005.Like Tuvoks folks I m gonna try my hand at some spiritualism.The chilledoutness of a weed smoker is damn cool but its not eternal and its kinda juvenile.Lets see what others kinds of Peace are out there.

Arbythea

2005-07-31T12:40:00.000-07:00

My latest Blog effort can be seen at

http://arbythea.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_arbythea_archive.html

Rowling Space

2005-07-19T05:57:00.000-07:00

Wrrrrooooom...WWWWRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOMM...The sound of an Engine in our Space....Such a sound doesnt exist in Rowling Space(excluding Muggles ofcoz)....Now shes got some damn good ideas for our space k...Lets call our space Real Space...

Horcruxes

Now a Horcrux ,as defined in Rowling Space, gives u extended life by storing a "piece" of ur 'soul' in material objects.

A Horcrux in Our Space would probably be something like Info on ur DNA that allows cloning with Memory transfer...The Info could be anything from a cell from ur body to a comp file..Memory Transfer; i doubt the possibility coz nothing that works in this way is known to me yet...Also when the Person who wishes to live beyond his Bodily death using a Horcrux must have some way of transfering his most recent memory to the Horcrux Memory Holder so that the person who is then created from cloning will believe that he is the same guy and therefore escaped death...

The Pensieve

A remarkable Idea...Brilliant i would say...The Pensieve allows u to enter into Peoples Memories and enables u to walk around the worlds that existed then and be the total objective observer...

Now in Rowling Space the memory is just a whirl of smoke that can be drawn from ur head with a wand...and put in2 a bottle or container of sorts...

One problem is we have many theories abt Reality..Some ppl think that there is only Subjective Reality (ie Ppl live in their own realities and each reality is diff) but who cares abt that...

Rowling Space Presumes an objective reality that we are all a part of...and all see in the same way...
She induces subjectivity by using tactics like smoke and stuff(i guess its ok)...

Converting it into our space...The Pensieve basically a Virtual Reality that can be loaded on to ur comp or a VR room,anything that is capable of handling the detail of our reality....But the hard thing is reconstruction of this reality ACCORDING to some guys memory...

The Point I thought would make most sense originally was that People dont usually know whats behind doors when they pass by them....But in Rowling Space when ur using the Penseive in someones Memory U can walk behind the door that the person has passed and see what the hell is going on behind that door(Even tho u shouldnt coz the person passing the door shouldnt recollect whats behind the door coz he hasnt seen whats behind the door)...But its there as real as everything else in Rowling space for all Memory Trespassers to see....How is this possible??....How can anyone see something that the Person whose Memory they are using hasnt seen??
The Answer i think comes from Rowling herself...The Woman has this uncanny ability to stick with the basic fundamentals of the Truth....Reality has a fractal nature ie u can recreate the whole of it using only but a part of it(eg u can get the whole image of a Hologram by just using a part of it...or u can create a whole living mammal with just using one cell of that animal)...so the memory that goes into the Pensieve actually regenerates the whole universe at that spacetime...Pretty brilliant!
Converting into real space would be hard because u ll need a really powerful computer depending on the nature of detail u would like to see from the memory and "IF" the comp will ever have the software to regenerate reality...

Apparate

Apparating=Teleporting

Invisibility Cloak

Haha...I think our Real Space is closest to creating this...Though perfectly i dunno...The Invisibility Cloak in Rowling Space basically makes u invisible by wearing it....and makes all points that it covers ahem Invisible...
In our space some Japanese guy i think..designed a suit that had a camera on its back....All it did was take videos of what was going on behind the wearer and project it on the front part of his suit...so the illusion of transparency comes in...Damn cool Idea...

I think thats Enuff Analysis for now...Laterzz...

Matrix Revulsions??

2005-07-08T05:10:00.000-07:00

My Dear Friends,

The Matrix was very potent when all of us were first exposed to it. It was inspiring and visionary. None of us talk about it anymore .Most people cant think of The Matrix creation independent of the Warchowski Brothers. It has a separate existence, that was raped and plundered by the capitalistic tendencies of the offspring fucking Warchowski faggots. This script is dedicated to the original vision. Please forget the 3rd part while reading this script.
This script comes just after the sequel Matrix Reloaded.
Remember that Neo just met the Architect, gave away the whole ( minus zion) human race to be killed and saved Trinity. He then stops the sentinels in the real world after the machines bombed the Nebuchadnezzar.

The Source
The Source is the supplier of information to the mind. Since all of us live in the same world,we all have basically same information with differences in space and time coordinates. The difference in our coordinates generates all other differences in perspective and experiences creating individual subjective experiences. The only thing that holds us to a collective social sanity is the similarity in the world we live in. If the source was different for different ppl, we would be living in our own worlds, incoherent of each other. In the real world the source is the real world.

Fade in-Matrix Revolutions matrix font opening title-

Beat

The title (Matrix Resurrected) forms and approaches…Engulfing the screen…Zooming into the opening titles..Diving into the matrix symbols..the matrix symbols taper into the horizon….in a sky and earth of code…and then u skim at warp speed through the symbols and then u see it….An immense white gigantic star in a universe of code….The Source…and the code emanates from it and converges into it simulataneously in all directions…The rays are bright white but emit green rays of light which is the code…

Beat

Plunging deep into the source…u see it….deep within…the fuel that burns the sources flame…the fuel is darkness…The darkness grows into a huge nebula of darkness…pure infinite beautiful black space…black like no light ever touched it….

Beat

A single white light twinkles in the all encompassing dark night…at first u wonder if u saw it….then u see it….A single white star light years away in the blackness…twinkling in the impossible black sky…

Beat

A shockwave bursts from the far away twinkling light realising a beautiful meadow with a blue sky and morning light….and then u continue seeing the meadow with the wind blowing the blades of grass…and the camera pans and u see two ppl on the meadow….

Neo is lying down and a wasted dirty long haired guy of Jamaican descent (Leon) relaxes around in the distance.Neo wakes up. He sees a perfect meadow and a blue sky with a yellow sun.He stands up and sees Leon looking at him .He stands back to absorb the scene.Everything was at peace with Leon and He with everything else.

Beat

Neo strides towards the dude.Leon opens his eyes and smiles an open smile.

Leon
Morning Neo

Neo looks at him bewildered for sometime….and then around.

Neo
Where am i?

Leon
This is a matrix,Neo.

Neo looks around but something is wrong.It looks like the matrix but it isnt.He “sees” the code everywhere but for some reason it emerges from the dude.He sees the dude’s code everywhere including in himself.

Neo
Who are u?

Leon
Leon….I am the one Neo…just like u…You hit the source dude.Happens to the best of us.

Neo stares at the smiling dude.

Neo
I need to get back to Zion

Dude shakes his head …

Leon
You are here Neo….What that means is u ve done all u could….Thank you for taking part in the resistance….Welcome home…

Neo looks around at the meadow and the sky
What is this place?

Leon looks around with a perplexed expression….
How do I put this?….ummmm….Theres only one way u ll understand….

Beat

Remember one thing….When everything turns dark…be calm and… hang on….IT ll come to you then

Neo smells something fishy…
What ll come to me then…

Dude
The light….

and withdraws*…

*Withdrawal-
The Horizon is eclipsed in darkness.The darkness grows from there spreading to sky and earth, eating up the dudes matrix.It grows in size and Neo finds darkness approaching him and the dude from all directions…..

The dudes code just keeps vanishing and the blackness comes dangerously close.Neo gets perturbed.

Neo
Whats happening?

The dude continues to chill ….

The darkness touches Neo

Neo
Stop it…

Neo charges the dude…He gets dangerously close but the darkness catches up and Neo vanishes in the darkness.The approach is also arrested

The darkness stops just around Leon chilling on the grass.

Shot of a guy smoking on a tuft of grass floating in nothingness.

Dude looks at the joint..”What?!?…Dude needs to know where he is…

Beat-

….If he wants to get out.”

INT ZION CLINIC-GOD KNOWS WHAT TIME IT IS

Normal Zion Hospital room…with gadgets and greyness and lack of any kind of capitalistic esthetics.Trinity sits waiting over Neos body.Morpheus walks in quietly.Trinity turns and looks up at him.

Morpheus
We cant find his signal anywhere.

Trinity
The Oracle would know.

Morpheus
The Oracle is missing….We cant find her…The Matrix is changing ,Trinity…Like nothing we ve seen before…

Morpheus takes a breath in….and looks insightful…

Trinity
What is happening out there?

Morpheus
The machines…they are not fighting us anymore….

Trinity
Who are they fighting then?

Morpheus smiles and looks at Neo
Smith…He has the Oracle too…

Morpheus
The Merovingian wants to have a word with us

Trinity looks up with alarm

Morpheus looks down calmly

Morpheus
It wont be a trap.We fix the meeting place this time.He wants something from us this time.

Trinity looks down

Trinity
U think he can help us with Neo?

Morpheus
We shall see.

Shot to a tall building on a wrecked street and camera zooms to the basement.

Nice corridors lead to a room in the basement..

The room looks like a shit hole…

Trinity and Morpheus wait...

Telephone rings and the Merovingian and the Twins appear

Merovingian
Morpheus….Ze beautiful Trinity….How nice to see the both of you..

Trinity
What do you want?

Merovingian

Trinity…please…Zis is business….I don’t trust you to be a good at MY business…(pause)…but I have a proposition…something good for yewer business….

Trinity looks at Morpheus…

Morpheus-
This is abt Smith…isn’t it?

Merovingian looks at Morpheus and he curses in French…this time nothing like a silk towel on a babies buttocks…

Merovingian…
^&%^!!!...Zat smeeeth…Never seen anything like eeet… like a virus …spreading with each kill…(pause)..The Eyes of Ze Oracle is with it…It sees without time now….

He reminisces…

Shot of Armies of Smiths walking in a city…

They turn at one corner…and helicopters and tanks and missiles await at one corner…The armies stop at some distance from the opposition…The opposition consists of humans and agents(non smith agents)….lots of cops,military ppl…and agents…lots of them…guarding a tall building…

Shot to the Eyes on One Smith….are different from the rest…

He walks and sees while everyone is frozen….The Oracle Smith…..
The Oracle smith breaks from the formation and takes out his glasses and sees and smiles…The Tall building is the same as where Trinity and Morpheus are meeting the Merovingian…(but its in order and the street is civilized)

Smith then puts on his shades and takes out his pistol
Time resumes while he shoots indiscriminatingly at the crowd in front of him…and then it starts….a full scale war in the middle of bustling city…The intimidating powers of destruction of the opposition anhilate 1000s of Smiths…but the numbers get overwhelming…..The retreat begins…Agents getting converted to smiths…and so do humans….and then in the end there is no one but Smith….and his silence.

Beat

He walks into the building and everyone else(again smiths) looked like they forgot the war had just happened….Smith walks down into the basement…down the nice corridors and waits….More smiths join outside the door Morpheus and Trinity just entered….and then they kick it in…Shot of door being kicked open in a white clean neat room…with screens...with different video images…and the Architect on his chair…

Architect
Smith….The virus at my doorstep now…How honoured I am…what r u gonna do now?...Run the whole matrix?... Let me tell u…u ll destroy all the crops including urself…

Smith smiles
No Mr Architect(pronounces it with clenched teeth)…I am the Matrix …the Crops…and I will soon be you….

Smith converts the Architect to another Smith…

Architect Smiths looks around…

Architect Smith-
Destroy everything…

He looks at the other agents…and the Architect’s beautiful,Spartan room gets mothered.

Shot to the Same basement with Trinity,Morpheus and Merovingian…

Merovingian-
You see…I cannot fight him alone….It ees selfish but I do not deny your gain if u accept zees partnership…

Merovingian looks at cynical Trinity

Merovingian
My dear Trinity…Smith can copy humans locked in their pods in your real world(points to the outside of the room)…Do u know what that means??....He will be next to you in Zion tomorrow if u allow him to run free….U don’t have a choice…Zis is a matter of survival for both u and me….and also ze machines…

And he smiles his naughty smile…

Trinity
Where is Neo?

Merovingian
Yes…Neo…His time is up…He is in the first matrix…(pause)..Ze perfect world they say..That’s where all “ze ones” go…What has happened is the same as before yet not the same...Neo had chosen to let the humans in the matrix die….The machines will try to shut down the matrix but Smith has taken the Architect….The crop fields will be attacked soon to stop the Smiths but it wont help….The Architect knows how to enter the first matrix… Smith will open the door soon…The corridors are to be accessed from zis building…
We have to be zere before he is…

Morpheus
What do we do then?

Merovingian
U take ze body of ze one and enter Machine Sector 7…Needless to say u will face opposition…

Shot to sector 7…

Heavily guarded machine city in the Real world….small room with screens and ONE jacking chair…has this uncanny resemblance to the architects room…but this one is old dirty and not white…

Perfect Matrix-

Shot to nothingness with the dude on the tuft of grass…
The Dude floats in space on his patch…

His eyes look around while rolling a joint….then he sees it…a white far away light again...
It gets brighter….and then there is an explosion….

Neo stands in a more urban environment….Neo generates more and more of the background detail…till the sky and the earth meet again…this time…the code from Neo….except the dude…he chills in his own space…the meadow and grass…

Neo looks around and sees this time the code is from him….Everything here is a part of him…everything except Leon.

Neo
What is this place??Y do I have so much power??

Dude
Infinite power my friend…Power to create and destroy….and to live with true equals…who YOU cant rule or submit to…Your own space…infinite and beautiful…perfect I would say…

Neo looks at his hands and his hands get claws,scales ,a glove and then a gun…and the gun vanishes…

Neo looks at the dude nerved..

Neo
How is this possible?

Dude
Hmmm….The source…Its like this Neo…All living beings have the source in them….Everyone is connected 2 the source….They see everything in space and time through the source…The source tells them where and how and why everything is… . The ones have a peculiar relationship with the source…not because we are peculiar…but because of how we use it…In our respective fields…we can see the life behind the source…We see through it….see what is beyond…We play with it…U activated the source Neo….Which means u became too powerful for the source so it just ejected you to this reality…The source bends to ones power…Ppl with powerful presence can change ppls perception of reality…Some ppl call it “convincing”…others power…There is no source here…Reality is what u wish it to be…No race for power here…

Neo reminisces…
I was in the real world…I could feel the sentinels…and I stopped them…It was overwhelming…Feeling everything in the real world…I remember white firy light…How did I get here from the real world?…

Leon
The physical world does not exist without a mind perceiving it.The mind has a relationship over matter.All minds are connected to each other through matter or none of us would know the existence of another.The source of the matrix has the peculiarity that it is also connected to the same physical world and therefore to all minds including yours.The Machines haven’t figured out this relationship…but that doesn’t stop a few humans in doing so..

Neo
The Ones….We understand it…and this is our escape??

He looks around at the recently generated reality…
…Can i leave this matrix?

Dude
I wouldn’t call it escapist…and abt leaving..Yes and no…

Neo
Why are u here?…Why didn’t u save the others??

Dudes eyes become larger….

Dude
My dear Boy….dont let ur cynicism get the better of u…

And then the Dude proceeded to show Neo the whole universes that he had power over…

Shot to Trinity and Morpheus having a dialogue with one of the elders.

Elder
Well Morpheus…I have always had faith in you…Do what u must…

Morpheus
We need the Guardship…

Elder raises his eyebrow…

Trinity
We need the best….You know what we are up against…No one has ever done this before….

Elder nods his head…
Don’t think our walls can hold them off much longer now…make haste…

Shot to immensely huge battleship….that Morpheus commands….

He walks down the command room into sickbay

He sees Trinity with Neos body.

The gigantic vessel leaves zion and starts traveling towards the machine world…

Shot to Twins in the matrix…

Twins walk through doors in the corridor….They stop at one door and open it and enter another corridor with more doors…they take a look into one of the corridors and they see them….The agents walk protecting one agent…

Twins to each other-
The Architect....

The Architect agent clicks the lock on one door and the twins charge…

Bish bash…dishoom dishoom….great fight sequences…

The Architect agent opens the door…and walks in and closes the door… …but the Merovingians phone also slips through…

Shot to Morpheus and Trinity going through resistance on their way to the sector 7…emps and missiles and explosions on the house…They fight and enter the room with one jacking chair and screens…

Shot to Perfect matrix…

Neo creates something beautiful…and the dude is impressed…

The Dude-
Everything that is beautiful…has to be alive…there is no beauty in total lack of life….that is why we exist…and no beauty exists without a beholder…

Mr Anderson….

Neo whirls around to see Smith

Smith
..We meet again…….So this is it…..The perfect matrix….Do u like it??Your mind free to do anything now..or have u figured it out?... Why one million human beings died here…??

Neo looks mean…
U don’t belong here

Smith
Neither do u….

He is cut off by the Dude

Dude smiling….
Leon…I don’t believe we have met…

Smith looks at the smiling dude…and his outstretched hand…

Neo sees whats gonna happen…

Smith penetrates the dude and creates a wall to cut Neo off…
Neo breaks through the wall and sees 2 agents….

Neo fights a gods war now….reality changes and universes fly by…but hes fighting a loosing battle with the 2 agents…and then something happens…there is silence and everything freezes…and 4 ppl(THE FORMER NEOS) stroll into the scene…and look at frozen neo and agents in mid fight…one of em is a chick.

One of the four destroys one agent who breaks into many pieces…each piece becomes another agent…

Now there are more agents …

The Ones scratch their heads figuring out their next move….when in the silence a phone rings….the phone the twins threw in…

One of the four tells the others….by just looking at the phone
Its not for any of us

The chick looks at Neo and sez….its for him….

She puts the phone next to Neos face and clicks her fingers…

The paused war had someone press play…The phone placed next to Neos ear dematerializes Neo…

Shot to Morpheus and Trinity in Sector 7-

As the twins phone flies into the black room of the perfect matrix….Morpheus receives a message…and he jacks Neo in…

And Neo wakes up in the real world….

INT NEO,MORPHEUS AND TRINITY MEET-GOD KNOWS WHAT TIME IT IS

Morpheus sits silently….thinking

Morpheus-
Why didn’t the One fight back when Smith copied him?

Neo sits looking ruffled…silent.
He reminisces and sees the peaceful smile.

Neo
I don’t know.

Neo looks at Morpheus and asks pensively…
Have the machines attacked?

Morpheus
Yes…They have breached the air tunnels.The resistance is presently holding on.We don’t have much time now.

Trinity
Neo…The first matrix….What was it like?

Neo looks down and his face fills up with feeling..

It was beautiful .

He looks up
Why did all those people reject it and die?

He looks at Trinity…
I was happy there….Never been so happy about anything in my life for a long time….till …

Face grimaces-
Smith walked in….I don’t understand anything…How can Smith be so powerful now…

Morpheus-
Neo…We can only know how he got his power and what that means to us….The reason for a Powerful Smith in this world does not exist…let us use his power to our advantage…We will discuss this in the matrix…We meet the Merovingian now…

Neo looks at Trinity-
The Merovingian???

Trinity looks at Morpheus and then Neo-
Hes on our side for the moment….and he helps..

Shot to Merovingians basement-

All of them are sitting

Merovingian
And Smith will not deny what we give him…He doesn’t have a choice in this matter…It is what he wants…and because of this he will fall.

Neo
And what if he doesn’t?

Merovingian
Then it is up2 you zen Neo…U are ze one…

And sniggers…

Morpheus
Let us begin…

Shot to Real World aboard the Guardship…

Morpheus talking to communicator in Zion

Morpheus-
We need one person in the real world copied by smith…

Communicator-
We have one person…Lieutenant Bane…what do u want with him???

Morpheus-
Jack him in…We ll tell u where and when to do it…Just be ready with him…

Shot to Neo in the Matrix

Trinity is the operator now….
Neo walks with Morpheus…(like the old times)

Trinity-take a left…Yeah…that’s the building…

There are agents all over the place…

Trinity guides them through…and takes them to the room with a weird door…The Oracle agent sits waiting….

Oracle Smith-
I knew you would come….I foresaw…but I don’t understand...U have come here to open that door and I see myself walking through it….but what is on the other side??

Neo looks at Smith…
U cant see beyond the choices u haven’t made…

Morpheus picks up his phone and sez

Now..!

The Oracle agent stands up…the phone rings and Bane Smith materializes…

Oracle Smith looks at the other Smith wonderstruck…

Neo proceeds to the door draws a key…and opens the door…

The Door….opens up to universe of straight lines and clarity…with straight lines stretching out straight to an infinite horizon....The Door to the Machine world..

Morpheus grabs the agent and drags him…Oracle smith starts to fight…

Hardcore action sequence …where Neo and Morpheus fight the Smiths…They don’t allow Oracle smith to enter…but they force the other smith in…The other side has clean cut lines all the way to the horizon and smith shreds to pieces and warps into the door….like to another dimension…

As soon as he warps….Oracle Smith freezes…only his eyes are open…

Neo closes the door and throws away the key… and Morpheus and he leaves… and the Oracle smith is left frozen alone in the room again…

He begins to see what has just happened…He sees himself warping through the machine world….he becomes the sentinels…the bombs….everything….

(The door that was opened…opened to the machine world )
Shot to War sequence in real world…

The machine world shuts down….as it fights against smith….

Morpheus talking to Zion

We have exactly 4 minutes now…

The Oracle smith sits and thinks…

He sees the machines fighting him in the machine mainframe…and then he understands what he needs…He remembers the Architect Smith copying the dude….Copying the one would enable him to destroy the power of the machines…

He walks to the door of the perfect matrix again…

He enters…and he sees the dude and the architect…

Smith-
Its impossible…how did u manage to…

Dude
Dude…I m the ONE…

The dude pierces the Oracle Smith and draws out the Oracle..

The Oracle smiles…-
There there…Its almost time isn’t it..

Dude turns to the other ones…
Yeah….The partys gonna start soon…

They smile as they wait…

Int Nebuchadnezzar-

Morpheus and Trinity hug Neo…Neo smooches her and bids his last respect to Morpheus…The crew also wish Neo goodbye…

Morpheus turns and looks at Neo
“U said the Prophecy was a lie…”

Neo
“I was wrong Morpheus…I m sorry”

Morpheus bows his head…

Neo jacks his head in…

Neo walks into a street in the matrix…

He sees a leaf on a fence….He points at it with his index finger and raises it….and then allows it to float in the wind away….

“I m gonna miss this”

He smiles and then struts down the street ….

Then as he walks he sees it…and his smile vanishes slowly…

The whole street…The cars…the cops…everyone was smith….and it fills up this eerie feeling in him….

He begins to get pissed…..he concentrates on the Smith…and goes deep within him…deep….deeeeeppp…within him…and sees the difference…and then destroys the Smith half…

One by one…he touches smiths all freeing themselves…a whitish blue light cracks and they break…The humans break out of the shell…free….
He continues doing this for sometime…

Int Nebuchadnezzar as it makes its way to Sector 7 again…this time in total peace…tnx to Smith attacking the machine world…they proceed to some machine room…

Int Matrix

Neo still fights the smiths…And then he sees a non Smith approaching him…The Merovingian

Merovingian
Yezz…I have something to give you…

And he takes out a Key…

Neo
I don’t sense the link up…

Merovingian
Well Morpheus and Trinity are on it…They are very dependable…Its just a matter of time…

Neo pockets the key…”ok”
And goes back to screwing the Smiths …

Shot to Guardship…

“Everything is up and running..8 flag ships heading towards the crop fields…”

The guardship fights the machines trying to destroy the smith crops…great action sequence…

Morpheus and Trinity get off the Nebuchadnezzar and split up….take care of their respective objects in the mission…and they link up…some computer gadgets in the Machine sector 7…

INT Matrix-

Neo stops…He sees a crow flying from a building…then sees a ripple flowing out a door in a building…and then another crow taking off the same way as the first one…

Neo smiles and sez….
De ja vu…

Neo flies to the door…He takes out the key…turns and looks at the Merovingian…The Merovingian drives away in a limo waving…and then Neo draws his breath and turns the key and opens the door…and enters….The door opens to nothingness….and then it sucks the whole matrix in…

A black hole tears up the environment….All living beings are sucked in…in the hordes…
All of humanity hooked up to the matrix feels the pull of that one door…the great magnitude of life flies into that door….

INT perfect matrix-

6 Neos stand in symmetry like 6 of diamonds in a pack of cards…in mid air floating at the
gates….and then they see it….the smith bodies flying in
the air.,…and as each comes near a neo…a whiteelectric
charge touches them…and the smiths crack and free
themselves into ppl… who go into the perfect matrix…millions of ppl free and powerful…gods in themselves…with infinite equal powers,,,and the powers start creating themselves….universes and new existences are created by their wills…Life in all its diversity and flavours is created from the difference in lives and ppl in the perfect matrix…and then…

Int real world…

The crops…all the crops start shutting off….the code is
copied and placed in the perfect matrix…the bodies are rejected
by free minds…and life continues in the perfect matrix
where these ppl lead perfect lives forever….while their bodies rot in the real world…

Morpheus and Trinity back the guard ship off…The crops are attacked by machines…and they were all destroyed in the 4 minutes…Most of humanity had left the matrix by then… Smith continues his war against the machines in the machine world..It lasted the machines 6 years…by which time the survivors of Zion nitpicked and destroyed the whole of the machines….with the help of the ones that is…and the ones show them the truth that if they are nice and good then the machines they create will also be nice and good…

The End

Morpheus and Trinity have interracial sex also since Neo left them for high things in life…

And it begins.....

2005-07-08T04:24:00.000-07:00

Trying to work on more than one story in a day and pushing at *&%# can be arduous...What is a graphix card??...Can there actually be a different kinda evolution that lands up in the same kinda reality we are in??...If u call Buddha meditating under a tree Peace...then what of the Peace of the non static??...If there is a force that can plough throo ur veins and brain cells and make new connections , what would u call the resistance that ur Body provides??...Is it a secret??....Y doesnt anyone talk abt it....Did the Devil pull another trick??...is there such a thing as a comma before an and??....Shhhhhh!
Today is because its a weekend and my folks are home and I need to get out but its too hot to get out...Anywez....come Sunset...I ll put on my boots,pocket my visa and stride out into the world leaving all this behind...A conscious Hot Arab chick,a few clacks of solids and stripes,one Marlboro light and a few good loving friends can save u from any hell hole...Ouch...My foot just went to sleep...its still sleeping...Folding a toe can send shockwaves up ur dozing leg...
My Dad is drilling a hole into the wall...to make yet another improvement in our apartment...U must give it to him for showing such enthusiasm...But it was my mother who showed my stumped father how to figure out where on the other side of the wall he had to drill the connecting hole....My Dad and I tried putting our ears to the wall....then it was my moms stethoscope...All this while all my mom did was measure the two walls;Not with lasers or Measuring tape...but with her little feet she figured out exactly where in the wall to drill and there My Dad drilled..and it worked...One shot...No misses...not bad i would say....
Talkin abt my sleeping leg...Have u ever tried to open ur eyes in the middle of deep sleep....or move a finger or ur hand...Its very hard in the sense...Its the same command as when ur awake...but it requires more energy....U have to keep the button pressed...and keeping the button pressed wakes u up a little bit...and that helps....but i find it queer...the whole setup...

Yjinns

2005-07-02T02:26:00.000-07:00

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