Tomorrow is my birthday and I had a feel of 'lowness' now. Azeem is not coming to the party. I lost to his (when compared) ex-lover. In fact, he never had loved me so deeply as I did but I do... I do... and it pains now.
I lost to love and feeling low. Tomorrow is my birthday and I won't be celebrating again, anymore.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Incorrigible Incompetent
Morning, 10:30 A.M: The office buzz is in full bloom when the lanky fella’ walks in with this shirt drooping like a hangar clipped to a thin rope. Standing six-feet and something, he looks like a skeleton with his pale bucktooth exposed to the morning air smelling rotten tomatoes. He reminds me of a scarecrow. The man is mad!
Staring to his blue Windows, since the morning—he pretends, scratches, and lastly gulp a throat of spit; ever wondering what NOT to do; OR to be correct ‘how NOT to do’. Rather, he is the most incompetently incorrigible slob I’ve ever encountered.
That’s exaggeration. Oh, NO! Let me recount the list of tasks he has done for past one week. Hmm…, I can’t even recall anything except of having catch him ogling at the galaxy (the screensaver) for nearly 6-hours (and he come to office at 11:00 everyday). In fact, it’s unworthy and a sin to write anything (him…) but I always get somebody as a pain to my ass. And, he’s the latest. (Thus, I don’t mind bitching. In fact, I’m lovin it.)
For past eight years, my work life has been engaging and enriching yet this is one of the BEST examples of where I shouldn’t be. I commit harakiri to my career but trying to find a way out. (Hope, the wish will be granted soon.) Till then, living with incorrigible incompetents. WTF!
Staring to his blue Windows, since the morning—he pretends, scratches, and lastly gulp a throat of spit; ever wondering what NOT to do; OR to be correct ‘how NOT to do’. Rather, he is the most incompetently incorrigible slob I’ve ever encountered.
That’s exaggeration. Oh, NO! Let me recount the list of tasks he has done for past one week. Hmm…, I can’t even recall anything except of having catch him ogling at the galaxy (the screensaver) for nearly 6-hours (and he come to office at 11:00 everyday). In fact, it’s unworthy and a sin to write anything (him…) but I always get somebody as a pain to my ass. And, he’s the latest. (Thus, I don’t mind bitching. In fact, I’m lovin it.)
For past eight years, my work life has been engaging and enriching yet this is one of the BEST examples of where I shouldn’t be. I commit harakiri to my career but trying to find a way out. (Hope, the wish will be granted soon.) Till then, living with incorrigible incompetents. WTF!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Remorseless
What a salvation? Well, it's the opposite of damnation. I learned that Hell is a real place where you really do go if you’re forgiven when you meet Jesus. Interestingly, he’d forgive you for anything—child labor, loss of innocence, murder, or Internet porn. Unless, I walk to HIM and confess: “I’m GAY”
Monday, October 13, 2008
Why did I wrote this?
For past few months, when I return to my ‘queer’ self after the long hiatus; surprisingly the world seems to have changed a lot. I’m all-welcomed and in-demand. (The shirtless avatar and new hairdo create its wonder—I look queer now.) Happy!
Yea! Seems like someone's been bitten by the puppy love bug. But to be honest, It's time for me to stop hiding all the stupid gunk and step up to be a man, it's time for me to say that every time I close my eyes, all I see is your face and my stupid hair and my stupid chat and my stupid fans…
Feeling like a shadow passing over my soul until I realized ‘I love you’! And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you—truly, sincerely, and with all honesty. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't-I can't look into your eyes without feeling that-that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. (No pun intended)
I know…I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there's a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. And all I ask, please, is that you. You might nudge and say, queer songs in the air… but you know; even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I am forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, NOW-FOREVER!
Yea! Seems like someone's been bitten by the puppy love bug. But to be honest, It's time for me to stop hiding all the stupid gunk and step up to be a man, it's time for me to say that every time I close my eyes, all I see is your face and my stupid hair and my stupid chat and my stupid fans…
Feeling like a shadow passing over my soul until I realized ‘I love you’! And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you—truly, sincerely, and with all honesty. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't-I can't look into your eyes without feeling that-that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. (No pun intended)
I know…I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there's a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. And all I ask, please, is that you. You might nudge and say, queer songs in the air… but you know; even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I am forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, NOW-FOREVER!
Friday, October 10, 2008
Funny Ad - Or Food for Thought
Yesterday, I was watching this funny advertisement at YouTube (me, definitely a youtubber). The campaign is funny, if not hilarious and truly expressive with almost no dialogues. Creativity is at its best. To brief, those who haven’t noticed the campaign ad, it opens with a text which says bangles, talisman & vermillion mark on forehead are the symbols of a married woman. Husband daily applies a vermillion mark on the wife’s forehead as it is related to his long life and when he dies mourners strip off all these symbols from a married woman who is a widow now.
Shot II: Sandstorms blew that desert clear where a group of Rudali (local mourners) waiting as the husband struggle with last few breath. And, no sooner does the man breathe his last – the screen goes chirpy with the wailing mourners start to strip the woman of all the symbols except the vermillion spot on her forehead. In fact, two ladies tried their best but never succeed. In amidst of this process husband takes a deep breath leaving all bewildered and the woman amused.
Shot III: In the flash back it is shown that the Vermillion mark was inscribed with the permanent marker and the ad ends with the voice over ‘Camlin permanent markers, really permanent.’ With a humorous twisted and pun on the permanence of (at least in the ideal world!) marriage, taken by Camlin, the makers of Permanent markers – it leaves an interesting ‘food for thought’ to me… [Check the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uxq2d8uBIk]
Shot II: Sandstorms blew that desert clear where a group of Rudali (local mourners) waiting as the husband struggle with last few breath. And, no sooner does the man breathe his last – the screen goes chirpy with the wailing mourners start to strip the woman of all the symbols except the vermillion spot on her forehead. In fact, two ladies tried their best but never succeed. In amidst of this process husband takes a deep breath leaving all bewildered and the woman amused.
Shot III: In the flash back it is shown that the Vermillion mark was inscribed with the permanent marker and the ad ends with the voice over ‘Camlin permanent markers, really permanent.’ With a humorous twisted and pun on the permanence of (at least in the ideal world!) marriage, taken by Camlin, the makers of Permanent markers – it leaves an interesting ‘food for thought’ to me… [Check the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uxq2d8uBIk]
‘Why the courseware designers don’t take a cue from this?’ Ask the marketers and traditional school of learning.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Saradiya Subeccha Roilo...Ami Mayer kache jabo
My heart yearns homeward as festivities start to unwrap. The joyful city or the ‘Meri Delhi’ wake at the soft flow of Autumnal sunshine, days filled with warmth and smile are back. I have definitely lost track of time... and don’t mind being.
Elo khusir sarat.Ektu himmer hawa.Pujor bhore dhaker aawaj. Mayer kachey jawa.Onek khusir onek alo, pujo ebar katuk bhalo. Sarodiar Subhecha roilo. (Bengali phonetics)
Elo khusir sarat.Ektu himmer hawa.Pujor bhore dhaker aawaj. Mayer kachey jawa.Onek khusir onek alo, pujo ebar katuk bhalo. Sarodiar Subhecha roilo. (Bengali phonetics)
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Turned to my Grandmother
There used to be a time when I would wake only to the sound of my alarm, take a nice long stretch, and meet up with myself in the bathroom mirror only to discover an incredible case of bed head and some nice pillow case lines imprinted onto the entire length of my face. For five months, I wake up to the sound of alarm bell only to stop the buzzer and recoil under the warm blanket and sleep.
Dissolving the ego appears to be a very daunting task. I am beginning to be more aware of when it arises-which appears to happen all too frequently. One way that I thought of slowly turning the tide was to do an ego releasing deed with every ego promoting thought. That might be one way to keep the ego in check.
So...I realized today that I have finally turning to my grandmother.
Dissolving the ego appears to be a very daunting task. I am beginning to be more aware of when it arises-which appears to happen all too frequently. One way that I thought of slowly turning the tide was to do an ego releasing deed with every ego promoting thought. That might be one way to keep the ego in check.
So...I realized today that I have finally turning to my grandmother.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Cry for Identity
I am not a sociologist but observant. And, I don’t feel embarrassed if *others* find my views provocative, lecherous, or unsuitable. Damn with them. Two raging issues keep constantly plopping throughout the day as I manage with the usual chores and respond the chat windows (…but!). What made me write to this blog is an inert feeling. Say about myself.
[The credit however shared by two others, (err! strangers) one who dispassionately talk and refer ‘it’ to be a SIN that Laws of Shariat command and another who passionately (now) scrapping on how much ‘he long to get back to another relation after the sudden death of his ex.’] Life is strange.
Just another day at pub, unwinding myself at one of the puffy pelt-skin with cigarette burning between the fingers, I sported a bunch of young bodies squeezed into flammable shirts, flaunting bleached blonde hair and piercing rocking to the *high* notes gregariously. (Ouch!) I enjoyed most of time staring at the wriggling bodies dancing too closely and too much of grinding when one of them catch me red-handed and I smiled back. As he approaches me, my Freudian fetishes soar, which finally ended with both of us lip-locked and heavily slurping the love-saliva. (Umm!)
Ironically, when the country debate over the issue of ‘to-be’ or ‘not-to-be’ a gay country and most authoritarian have publicly denounced the right to be a liberal and radical proclaiming homosexuality nothing more than ‘perversion’. I enjoyed the warmth of the kiss and uninhibitedly let my hands slide down the waist excited.
Homosexuality, for many snoops, is a matter of curiosity and rather than pondering on the real issue of human psycho-sexuality, they label it to be ‘perversion and criminal offence per unnatural act’. (Interestingly, many won’t mind getting a free blow…sometime secretly). Coming back to the real issue, as gays, lesbians, bisexuals, transgender, or queer folks, march the city roads pleading for identity and repeal of Article 377; conservatives defended themselves seeking protection. Cabinet finally ruled out minority dudes and walk in-hand to conformist thus declaring Article 377 bona fide.
What’s wrong with homosexuality? From sociological per se, this weakens the family system and create imbalances in gender. A heterosexual society is needed (irrespective of the fact that they practice adultery and extra-marital affairs), it results in production of babies and generations to continue. Further, when you say ‘homosexuality is normal’, let’s look at the literal definition to the word [normal] ‘things are functioning in the way it was meant to be’. In this sense, homosexual practice is simply “abnormal”. Sexual organs were obviously not meant to fit in bodies the way homosexuals use them, resulting in a host of adverse medical consequences.
I do not agree to other so-called claims by political and religious reformers, to whom the issue of Article 377, shamelessly gesticulates and misinterpret quotes that otherwise vindictive or biased to gain publicity campaign. If you ask them, I do not agree to them but to me, ‘if gay sex is natural because two people perform the act in consent, adultery or extra marital relationships are also need to be legalized on similar ground’. In my humble view, homosexuality is immoral just as heterosexual adultery is immoral.
The argument is though convincing at multiple citations, still…it’s a natural and void to be legalized. To begin, when God made Adam and Eve it was a heterosexual world but Adam has two sons (Cain and Abel). Gnostic literature shows the extremely manly Cain and the rather androgynous Abel share consensual relation wherein Abel acts as the female counterpart and Cain is the master. A famous painting by Lionello Spada shows the murder of Abel in a bedlike altar with their drapes untied. Between that and the closeness of their bodies, Cain might as easily be ravishing his brother as murdering him. This is not just a crime; it is a violation. (But Cain was cursed? Dude, even Eve and Adam violated the rule and punished. All these debates would have been meaningless if Adam and Eve wouldn’t have followed the serpent.)
Similarly, all sons and daughters of Adam married each other thus, adultery started with the first act of Genesis. Kill me or defend yourself. You are a sin-child since birth. Why target to homosexuals now? Many religions still conform to incestuous and extra-marital relationship as practices without prohibition, why sectarians have problem when gays make love. Neither heterosexuality nor homosexuality is inherently sinful. It is free of sin if it is safe, consensual and, perhaps, within a committed relationship. In Hinduism many of the divinities are androgynous and some change gender to participate in homoerotic behavior.
Many species in nature have been observed as exhibiting homosexual behavior. In some primate species, males who are denied mating opportunities by stronger, more dominant males or males who are sexually immature will often be seen performing sexual acts to each other. Some may even continue this behavior long into adulthood. Face it, homosexuality is a natural behavior. Being gay is not exclusive to the "homo sapiens" primate. What has never been observed is a group of dolphins beating another dolphin senseless because he was gay. No biologist has documented anti-homosexual behavior in nature.
So is it possible that the unnatural behavior is the hatred and oppression of gays? If all these don’t make sense it won’t matter to *us* for we are lip locked in darkest night and enjoying happiness. To rest, legalization of Article 377 is only to make our identify recognized and sanctimonized.
[The credit however shared by two others, (err! strangers) one who dispassionately talk and refer ‘it’ to be a SIN that Laws of Shariat command and another who passionately (now) scrapping on how much ‘he long to get back to another relation after the sudden death of his ex.’] Life is strange.
Just another day at pub, unwinding myself at one of the puffy pelt-skin with cigarette burning between the fingers, I sported a bunch of young bodies squeezed into flammable shirts, flaunting bleached blonde hair and piercing rocking to the *high* notes gregariously. (Ouch!) I enjoyed most of time staring at the wriggling bodies dancing too closely and too much of grinding when one of them catch me red-handed and I smiled back. As he approaches me, my Freudian fetishes soar, which finally ended with both of us lip-locked and heavily slurping the love-saliva. (Umm!)
Ironically, when the country debate over the issue of ‘to-be’ or ‘not-to-be’ a gay country and most authoritarian have publicly denounced the right to be a liberal and radical proclaiming homosexuality nothing more than ‘perversion’. I enjoyed the warmth of the kiss and uninhibitedly let my hands slide down the waist excited.
Homosexuality, for many snoops, is a matter of curiosity and rather than pondering on the real issue of human psycho-sexuality, they label it to be ‘perversion and criminal offence per unnatural act’. (Interestingly, many won’t mind getting a free blow…sometime secretly). Coming back to the real issue, as gays, lesbians, bisexuals, transgender, or queer folks, march the city roads pleading for identity and repeal of Article 377; conservatives defended themselves seeking protection. Cabinet finally ruled out minority dudes and walk in-hand to conformist thus declaring Article 377 bona fide.
What’s wrong with homosexuality? From sociological per se, this weakens the family system and create imbalances in gender. A heterosexual society is needed (irrespective of the fact that they practice adultery and extra-marital affairs), it results in production of babies and generations to continue. Further, when you say ‘homosexuality is normal’, let’s look at the literal definition to the word [normal] ‘things are functioning in the way it was meant to be’. In this sense, homosexual practice is simply “abnormal”. Sexual organs were obviously not meant to fit in bodies the way homosexuals use them, resulting in a host of adverse medical consequences.
I do not agree to other so-called claims by political and religious reformers, to whom the issue of Article 377, shamelessly gesticulates and misinterpret quotes that otherwise vindictive or biased to gain publicity campaign. If you ask them, I do not agree to them but to me, ‘if gay sex is natural because two people perform the act in consent, adultery or extra marital relationships are also need to be legalized on similar ground’. In my humble view, homosexuality is immoral just as heterosexual adultery is immoral.
The argument is though convincing at multiple citations, still…it’s a natural and void to be legalized. To begin, when God made Adam and Eve it was a heterosexual world but Adam has two sons (Cain and Abel). Gnostic literature shows the extremely manly Cain and the rather androgynous Abel share consensual relation wherein Abel acts as the female counterpart and Cain is the master. A famous painting by Lionello Spada shows the murder of Abel in a bedlike altar with their drapes untied. Between that and the closeness of their bodies, Cain might as easily be ravishing his brother as murdering him. This is not just a crime; it is a violation. (But Cain was cursed? Dude, even Eve and Adam violated the rule and punished. All these debates would have been meaningless if Adam and Eve wouldn’t have followed the serpent.)
Similarly, all sons and daughters of Adam married each other thus, adultery started with the first act of Genesis. Kill me or defend yourself. You are a sin-child since birth. Why target to homosexuals now? Many religions still conform to incestuous and extra-marital relationship as practices without prohibition, why sectarians have problem when gays make love. Neither heterosexuality nor homosexuality is inherently sinful. It is free of sin if it is safe, consensual and, perhaps, within a committed relationship. In Hinduism many of the divinities are androgynous and some change gender to participate in homoerotic behavior.
Many species in nature have been observed as exhibiting homosexual behavior. In some primate species, males who are denied mating opportunities by stronger, more dominant males or males who are sexually immature will often be seen performing sexual acts to each other. Some may even continue this behavior long into adulthood. Face it, homosexuality is a natural behavior. Being gay is not exclusive to the "homo sapiens" primate. What has never been observed is a group of dolphins beating another dolphin senseless because he was gay. No biologist has documented anti-homosexual behavior in nature.
So is it possible that the unnatural behavior is the hatred and oppression of gays? If all these don’t make sense it won’t matter to *us* for we are lip locked in darkest night and enjoying happiness. To rest, legalization of Article 377 is only to make our identify recognized and sanctimonized.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Quick Recall
Can you imagine, I didn't have anything that I wanted to post today - no memories, no complaints, no workload…I am chillin and ‘high’! So, try responding to few funny moments of life. (I am trying harder to keep my sanity intact)
Q: What’s the time of the day?
Its weekend and I’m home with a pile of myself…getting loose.
Q: So, what are the plans?
Like flying away with someone for some cheeky romance but am an old fruit. So, sitting over the fruit basket and staring at the walls (mebbe! volunteer myself to kitchen and bake myself). This weekend is like… (dunno!)
Q: Hmm! So, what’s cooking?
Gee! I hate cookin but planning to make exotic Palak Paneer (in a typical Punjabi style with dash of butter and spice). I almost have forgotten the taste. Thus, trying to revive the old Delhi when I’m with Nizams; after-all Mughals where always the Emperor. Hey! Didn’t you say it’s Punjabi…oops! But Delhiwale eats nah!
Q: Did you notice you’re opening up? 1-2 and then 3 lines (See above)
Wait for the rest of your madcap questions to get over. (Return to monologue…he he!)
Q: Any weekend plans? Think again…how about getting some pictures.
Hyderabad is unworthy. There’s nothing apart of four pillar standing mid-way and reaching no-where. It’s a funny city with almost no fun. Men grow pot-belly and untrimmed moustaches while the youngster (the lean mean machines) grows sideburns that either primitive or unwedded. On weekends, man stroll around in shopping mall with five or more burqa-clad women following him. And, yea! They all join at food court and hog like pigs (…Pigs are holy, amen!)
Q: O.K. boy! You’re beating around the bushes. What’s on mind?
Nothing dudes. I’ve turned idle, unproductive, and tedious; unimaginative, humorless, and vain; vindictive, undignified, and weak. In short, I'm just a humorless ice maiden in desperate need of a good humping. Idle hands spend time at the genitals, and you know how much God hates that. Well, I'm kinda bored, but, go ahead. Why I am rambling?
Q: Change the topic…Are you reading something?
Yea! Partho send me fresh news scripts on the chief minister act like a man finally shooed off the controversial Dow Company whom he was following for months now. A big date to Partho and his team and I acted as the usual listener to Partho’s all-excitement as any other time. Interestingly, the warkari (local religious-cultural sect in Maharashtra) in an historical event staged a protest; thus, actively supporting the local cause to chuck Dow Company from India.
Another article that keep me busy (forwarded by [name withheld] and working with Naaz Foundation) on the controversial archaic rule that advice public not to follow ‘LGBT rights’, thus dispassionately viewing homosexuality as nothing but a criminal offence and unnatural.
Huh!
Q: What’s the time of the day?
Its weekend and I’m home with a pile of myself…getting loose.
Q: So, what are the plans?
Like flying away with someone for some cheeky romance but am an old fruit. So, sitting over the fruit basket and staring at the walls (mebbe! volunteer myself to kitchen and bake myself). This weekend is like… (dunno!)
Q: Hmm! So, what’s cooking?
Gee! I hate cookin but planning to make exotic Palak Paneer (in a typical Punjabi style with dash of butter and spice). I almost have forgotten the taste. Thus, trying to revive the old Delhi when I’m with Nizams; after-all Mughals where always the Emperor. Hey! Didn’t you say it’s Punjabi…oops! But Delhiwale eats nah!
Q: Did you notice you’re opening up? 1-2 and then 3 lines (See above)
Wait for the rest of your madcap questions to get over. (Return to monologue…he he!)
Q: Any weekend plans? Think again…how about getting some pictures.
Hyderabad is unworthy. There’s nothing apart of four pillar standing mid-way and reaching no-where. It’s a funny city with almost no fun. Men grow pot-belly and untrimmed moustaches while the youngster (the lean mean machines) grows sideburns that either primitive or unwedded. On weekends, man stroll around in shopping mall with five or more burqa-clad women following him. And, yea! They all join at food court and hog like pigs (…Pigs are holy, amen!)
Q: O.K. boy! You’re beating around the bushes. What’s on mind?
Nothing dudes. I’ve turned idle, unproductive, and tedious; unimaginative, humorless, and vain; vindictive, undignified, and weak. In short, I'm just a humorless ice maiden in desperate need of a good humping. Idle hands spend time at the genitals, and you know how much God hates that. Well, I'm kinda bored, but, go ahead. Why I am rambling?
Q: Change the topic…Are you reading something?
Yea! Partho send me fresh news scripts on the chief minister act like a man finally shooed off the controversial Dow Company whom he was following for months now. A big date to Partho and his team and I acted as the usual listener to Partho’s all-excitement as any other time. Interestingly, the warkari (local religious-cultural sect in Maharashtra) in an historical event staged a protest; thus, actively supporting the local cause to chuck Dow Company from India.
Another article that keep me busy (forwarded by [name withheld] and working with Naaz Foundation) on the controversial archaic rule that advice public not to follow ‘LGBT rights’, thus dispassionately viewing homosexuality as nothing but a criminal offence and unnatural.
Huh!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Namyo ho renge ko
It was a ‘Date with Conversion’. I've always wondered why rich Indians, dismissive about their own, find solace in others faith. Jesus! Last weekend, I was invited to such passive a conversion meet (…they didn’t offer me food, eew!) in a posh apartment with bunch of lost-child acting relieved and myself…ugh!
With no viharas nearby as the city grow to multiplexes; makeshift arrangements made to the posh apartment to accommodate 20-odd self-deprived flummoxed seating in front of a shrine that scribbled ubiquitous (non-deciphered) script, nicely framed and post-fixed. Sitting cross-legged on the local carpet uncomfortable as I try to adjust and adapt myself—there were Richie and desperate dollies start chanting ‘Namyo ho renge ko’ in slow moan (as if they’re squeezed there…) till it start to scream.
‘N—A—M—Y—O—H—O—R—E—N—G—E—K—Y—O’ // ‘N—A—M—Y—O—H—O—R—E—N—G—E—K—Y—O’ // ‘N—A—M—Y—O—H—O—R—E—N—G—E—K—Y—O’
Within minutes, the room filled with heavy nasal tones of mixed races (err! gender) chanting aloud with their folded hand closing the breathing way that I fear they might not ex-plod in the whaleway brodge, all a same time. ‘N—A—M—Y—O—H—O— (Fcuk).
Buddhism for beginners is like the story of a rich kid that decided to slum it. No joke - this guy Buddha was living at home in his palace, leeching off his dad until he was 30. Then, like some spoiled trust-fund baby, he decides to leave the palace and finds all this romance in self-inflicted deprivation, all the while knowing that he could ring up his dad to top off his Visa card the minute anything went wrong.
Hey, Buddha has spiritual insight! O really, N—A—M—Y—O—H—O— (I'm chanting)
With no viharas nearby as the city grow to multiplexes; makeshift arrangements made to the posh apartment to accommodate 20-odd self-deprived flummoxed seating in front of a shrine that scribbled ubiquitous (non-deciphered) script, nicely framed and post-fixed. Sitting cross-legged on the local carpet uncomfortable as I try to adjust and adapt myself—there were Richie and desperate dollies start chanting ‘Namyo ho renge ko’ in slow moan (as if they’re squeezed there…) till it start to scream.
‘N—A—M—Y—O—H—O—R—E—N—G—E—K—Y—O’ // ‘N—A—M—Y—O—H—O—R—E—N—G—E—K—Y—O’ // ‘N—A—M—Y—O—H—O—R—E—N—G—E—K—Y—O’
Within minutes, the room filled with heavy nasal tones of mixed races (err! gender) chanting aloud with their folded hand closing the breathing way that I fear they might not ex-plod in the whaleway brodge, all a same time. ‘N—A—M—Y—O—H—O— (Fcuk).
Buddhism for beginners is like the story of a rich kid that decided to slum it. No joke - this guy Buddha was living at home in his palace, leeching off his dad until he was 30. Then, like some spoiled trust-fund baby, he decides to leave the palace and finds all this romance in self-inflicted deprivation, all the while knowing that he could ring up his dad to top off his Visa card the minute anything went wrong.
Hey, Buddha has spiritual insight! O really, N—A—M—Y—O—H—O— (I'm chanting)
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