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Angry protesters are setting fire to banners while fuel prices are going up. They're shutting down his 'ashrams' and 'retreats' because they don't have day jobs. Petitioners have filed a case against him under Sec 294(b) IPC(which relates to obscenity!) because there aren't enough cases pending in courts already.
Who aired the video ? What obscene act did the 'Swami' indulge in publicly? He scored an actress because he has the money and power to do so. Or perhaps he is even in a serious relationship with the woman. He should be the one filing a case here.He is being made scapegoat because we are too proud to admit we were stupid. It is a breach of his personal space and privacy. If it was a journalist who came up with the idea of wiring his bedroom,he must be sued!
Do any of us practice what we preach? More specifically,in this context, is it possible for any of us to practice abstinence(unless enforced)? Won't you bite the cake and eat it too when you get the chance?
All of us are hypocrites in one way or the other. We want our country to grow, but we don't pay our taxes because we want more! We crib about the system being corrupt and bribe the traffic police constable. We have change to fill hundials inside temples but have none for the old beggar outside. We associate ourselves with religions and philosophies which we don't follow, yet we fight for them. From fake smiles to our everyday prayers I can fill this entire page with our pretentiousness.
And when someone amongst us humans claims to be all that we cannot be as a species, we believe him. We shower him with largesses and worship him . Why? It is because we believe he can give us something that we don't have. We submit to his will and remain servile. Till one day when his humanness is exposed. Holy crap on my prashadam! The guy is HUMAN!
A friend told me that our religion stipulates Godmen to practice celibacy and be 'pure'. Well, our religion stipulates a million other things which we conveniently reject. The guy became a Godman because we believed what he said. Had we not believed in the first place, he would've probably become a successful Insurance salesman or a medical salesman. Instead, look what we did. He is going to jail and can't sleep with the actress for a while before he buys out his imprisonment.
Time waste money waste :(
Thursday, February 4, 2010
I wore my sneakers, took my i-Pod and headed out of my house. I hadn't been to Elliot's Beach in a really long time. And before i knew it I was standing by the shore. With my earphones on I couldn't hear a thing around me. I looked around and saw that I was in the company of total strangers in the twilight.
You're in control, is there anywhere you wanna go?
You're in control, is there anything you wanna know?
The future's for discovering
The space in which we're travelling
From the top of the first page
To the end of the last day
From the start in your own way
You just want somebody listening to what you say
It doesn't matter who you are
It doesn't matter who you are
With the music blaring and the waves rising up till my thighs I felt alive. There was peace and calm. I felt the cold sea water on my feet as the waves receded. I wanted to dissolve in the water and flee. The water made love to my feet and I relished every single movement. I closed my eyes and the first thing that flashed in my mind was the Besant Avenue road. And without even putting a thought to it I was on the road once again.
Walk on, walk on
What you got they can't deny it
Can't sell it or buy it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight
And I know it aches
And your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on
Bono's song supporting Aung Suu Kyi's struggle in Burma suddenly seemed like a carpe diem written out to me. I kept walking. The long road leading into the darkness of the night opened my eyes to the fact that in all these years of living in Bessi I haven’t once stopped to see the beautiful trees on the side of that road. The cool breeze sent a chill down my spine. (I also noticed a small idol on the side of the road and wondered who on earth placed it there!)I still wasn't sure where I was going or what I was going to do next. But my feet kept moving and the music kept playing.
The day can never happen waiting for the hurricane
If we look to far ahead today is gone
You will always miss the moment waiting for the hurricane
Cause the fear of future hides the sun
If you can`t seem to find new oceans and a little bit more
Slowly we will fall if we lose sight of the shore
In the race to be the better or best
Don`t miss it, the joy of being, or you will never rest
So unchain your mind
Unchain your mind
Before the voice faded out I was near Malar Hospital en route to Vidya Mandir. Why? No reason.
Yeah, I know nobody knows
where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win
Half my life
is in books' written pages
Lived and learned from fools and
You know it's true
All the things come back to you
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away
After about 2 hours I came back home all drenched and high on life. I was in a state of meditation. I had discovered something I love doing. Wandering.
' Dude what's the fun in walking to some place pointlessly?' That's the point! The pointlessness!'
I get a kick out of wandering to some place. I rediscover the beauty of places I have seen already. While wandering I can listen to music on a completely different level where my mind, body and senses are in tune. It makes me see beauty in things which people see every day but can’t appreciate. I live the moment and feel so much more alive.
Let the music never stop.. Let the road never end..
Song Lyrics in the order of their appearance in the post
1.Square One- Speed of Sound
2.Walk on - U2
3.Waiting for the Hurricane-Enigma
4.Dream On- Aerosmith
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Being the eldest son, it was incumbent upon him to rescue the family in its hour of crisis. His idea of a steady income was a government job in the army. For a poorly educated 6 footer with broad shoulders and the heart of a lion, joining the army as a sipaahi didn’t take much. A couple of physical exams and he was in.
With the little money they received every month and privileges the family subsisted. Initially, he visited them once in a year. It warmed his heart to see his family in a better place than before, because of him. He was a proud son, both of his house and the country. But one question he couldn’t answer for himself was whether, being a sipaahi in the army was a service to Hindustan or a profession. If it were a profession why wasn’t he looking out for something which paid better? If it were a service to the country why was his family’s welfare involved?
Years drifted by and he found himself married with children. The days were long and he literally counted down days left to meet his children. The idea of ‘service’ seemed more like a delusion which the exuberance of youth had cast over his mind. He wanted to get back home to his family. He’d much rather do what his father did for a living than live his life. But the government had other plans for him. He was commissioned to fight the war. There was death all around him. His buddies had been killed. They were his brothers in all the years that had gone by. He felt a rush of blood in his veins. The will to serve his nation drove him day and night. He fought bravely among men who were ready to face death head on. He lived to see the enemy slain. But all did not end well.
Euphoria over the victory soon died down and the shine of the badges on his sleeve began to fade. He decided that life needs a change for the better. Leaving a part of himself behind, he packed his bags and bid adieu to the institution which parented him through his youth.
A shrill noise brought him back to his senses. It was the bus driver honking. He dragged his bags down the steps and pointed to his seat. The bus conductor reached under the seat and took out a pair of crutches. The cripple balanced himself on the staff and set out towards his village. A young boy stuck his head out of the bus speeding past him and waved at him crying ‘Hero!’
This post is inspired by an incident a friend narrated.