final move to wordpress

i have moved my retarded ass to wordpress, and i post once every quarter because i am lazy. if you give a damn, you would find the wordpress blog linked somewhere on the page. Yes my life sucks too, we have something in common.

And your mothers eyes.

the normal life

normal life is a life led in imprefection, and not knowing why there is an imperfection. It is also not caring to find the why of imperfection, therefore leading an ignorant life. A life that hankers towards perfection without knowing that imperfection is part of the whole, part of the complete picture, is a normal life. A supernormal life, then is knowing the complet picture, knowing that you dont matter in the larger order of things, every moment, and remaining equanimous about it.

An abnormal life is knowing that your next breath is only a matter of hope, knowing the fragility of life, knowing that you simply cannot know if you will take your next breath, and therefore agitating between hope and despair unable to accept this fact. An abnormal life is a life that completely relates everything to oneself, not knowing that it is ignorance that is important to live the complete picture.

Shuffling between the normal and the abnormal life is what each one of us goes through at various stages of our lives, it is still a form of cycle, and there is simply no release, no escape from this because the duality in life is a balance of life. Ofcourse the true nature of man is non dual, otherwise, there would have been no duality. very simply put, non-duality is a dual of duality, and is the true nature of the over-balanced life, a life that is not disturbed by anything.

The non dual life is a life that treats itself without priorities, without the hundreds of perceptions, without decisions, without , well, brainfart reality. It is a life that is calm and a life that lives completely in the present. It is fearless, in knowing well that whatever perception is, it is all a form of conditioning.

life is not random.

whats going on

Paune bara baje
dono ghar se chale
whats going on -
WHATS GOING ON?

soye hain raaste
yeh kaha ham chale
whats going on
WHATS GOING ON?

chalo chodo nakhre dikhana
duniya ka na koi thikana
kaha seekha baatein yeh banana banana
duniya se hamko yu bachana bachana
ladki ho tum dekh na patchtaaogi
bandhi hui laut ke phir aaogi
seekha hamne jaakar phir na wapas aana
ham toh chale
pitche tum ho pade
whats going on
WHATS GOING ON?

wah wah wahh kabir ko bhi pichu chode diye hai in logon nay.

okay

okay so he pictured it this way...
his soul has two able guards who questioned anything that wanted entry to the purest conscious stuff....the two guards were the two opposites...love and hate, happy bhai and sad bhai and so on.

when stuff like dukha wanted to gain an entry,,love( its opposite) should ideally be asking the questions. but now due to the excessively insipid corruption ,,hate is asking the questions. when love used to ask the questions, he used to lovably merge the questioner into himself. this created no agitation. But now that hate was asking the questions, there was no 'merging'. It was plain simply agitation. on agitation, there was repulsion, and repulsion always left behind some pieces of dukkha still lurking around asking the same questions. these then turned into memories and started all kinds of weird conditioning that caused layers upon layers of protection,,all corrupted.

Similarly when sukkha wanted an entry pass to the conscience, hate shuld ideally ask the questions. It should ask and deny entry that is by way of merging. but we let love corrupt it more, causing instant gratification but which left behind layers and layers of attachment ; which in turn became memories.

To solve all this, he just needeed to understand all this, he needed to understand plain simply to test everything that he does with the opposite, and then merge it into the opposite, not really letting them through , but making them understand that they now form a part of the whole.

like when i write stuff like that, i shuld truly be letting detachment ask questions like "is the ego involved" or perhaps "is the reader prepared for this?"

i still call this intellectual brainfart though. because words cannot describe it.

two things to do before i die
1) visit ladakh again
2) visit ladakh again

D.H.C.

There is no greater nor keener pleasure that that of bodily love -----Plato

The andro legs made him seem offbeat, but they worked wonders and saved him a lot of time.He had perfected and customized the attachments taking great pains and now he longed for andro hands. Unlike andro legs, the andro hands had to be earned. Only people who responded "equal" to R.A. were allowed to mechanize beyond one organ.

The deliberate handicap community (DHC) welcomed everyone. The procedure was simple - pay 100 erd, name the organ, and wake up with a new one. There was only one question asked: "Do you trust the system?" Yes to this, then, guaranteed a replacement. The yes had become a formality thanks to intense competition.

Immortality could be bought too, for the age had turned cryogenic. Males no longer needed to reproduce. Females no longer needed a perfect match- it was all AI. The Chinese room argument was negated with the discovery that curiosity, imagination and awareness could be artificially produced by injecting small amounts of R.A. every ten neptunes.

H.O.P.E.

She just stood there with swarms of people all around her buzzing with activity. Standing still against the backdrop of flowing energies created a strange magnetic aura around her. An aura that kept her safe and protected. An aura that was impenetrable.

Her eyes were moist, a mirror blurred, and if one were to see through them, one would see how much her mind was struggling to escape her conscience. Who could possibly understand the depths of her? Here she was, hypnotized by her own conditioning- a conditioning that did not stop with her, but beyond her.

He had known this silence since he was a boy. It drew him towards her.

"Stop staring like that... It’s creepy and it freaks me out....."

"I freak you out?"

"No, not really, but the way you stare at nothingness, that’s what freaks me out...where are you from?"

"Europe"

"I have been around the world, you know, and the only thing I have found is that if one has hope, one has everything"

"perhaps you can start a book with that."

"perhaps"

free money online!

yes, yes! you too can earn free money online, and guess what, its for free , not.

And the way posts like these go, i am now supposed to write the worst piece of English i can possibly write so here goes....

This blog entry marking the days when i finally having flodded this blog with advertisements. yes, yes, lots of blistering bernacular advertisements that i am click you no yes.Anybody watching listening and bow bow-ing like two stupid dogs or tom and jerry meow meow should perhaps be more than accustomed to the overt censorship in cartoons we are groining up with.

The Japanese having finding THE perfect outlet for their creative urges by ploughing into the 2d space. welcome to the space that is only limiting itself by thought. this is where like physical constraints like do not like you know what like your thought. the human body can now perform miracles because 2d knows no boundaries. like. i am also like putting na smiley faces so i dont sound rude for your royal asness. :) ok nice no?

phew! that was crazy holy chicken sht.

anyway, big prediction coming up: The world is spinning straight towards the era of mmorpg- massively multi player online rpg games and 2d animation. One look at hentai or second life should probably give you a good idea about what i am pointing at.

so, are we sorry that we exist? are we sorry that we exert our identity ? are we sorry that because we eat, there is someone out there who goes hungry? we feeling unhappy that our happiness is at the cost of others? are we brain farting, again??

collective emancipation of my balls.

we lead two lives. one is a collective life , where every action of ours is influenced, dependent and hopelessly intertwined with the people we interact with. The second life is a life that we lead silently and with ourselves.

The two lives oppose each other, wanting a maximum share out of the limited time we have.Both get intoxicated when we allow free time to each, and slowly forget that the other exists.

Awareness, then, is to realize every moment that affirmation of identity is unwanted, that we are all hopelessly time bound, and it is not given unto us to improve the world or improve ourselves. It would appear that we are bound to live each moment with passion, maximize the enjoyment of the senses - both the external and the internal.

Some however opine that dispassion is more important. They say so, to de-link the cycle of causation, and show a path devoid of pleasure and pain- thus indifference.

What is debatable,however, is whether such a dispassionate life amounts to anything at all, heading back to the bliss in ignorance affirmation.

We can however collectively solve the problem by understanding that both exists, and with our ability to choose between the two- anytime,anywhere-leads us to a freedom that we are ignorant about- the freedom to choose how we intend to live based on our circumstances in life.

Do what you want to do and what you dont want to do. We dont have much time to plan, because plans are circumstantial. in case you were wondering about the title, well , thats the after effect of my retard friend at wordpress

alter ego

i have now moved my cute bumsy to wordpress where i write massively insane stuff.

this space is still reserved for seriously retarded stuff,,,that happen to strike a chord at wordpress.

like u gave a sht.

sunyata

its the affirmation of identity that is the problem.

The sound of one hand clapping

language is only a means to hint at the real.

thoughts are just words. there is a limit to thought. the "I" is only a dynamic function craving in incompleteness to grab desires and fears in order to differentiate itself from the whole. it is not important.

a man need not bind himself in chains that he himself holds.

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Shuzan held out his short staff and said, "If you call this a short staff, you oppose its reality. If you do not call it a short staff, you ignore the fact. Now what do you wish to call this?"
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setting forth

We have finally leaped retardedly into the unknown. So what do we intend to do now? FEEL. thats what we are going to do for some time to come. one thing is for sure,,,there would be a lot of 'being' with the universe rather than 'existing' in the universe. We have led a life of quiet desperation. When our wild wild heart tried to break the bonds and limits of life, we were dragged down by an invisible force that was just "not us" . No more,,,no more of conditioned existence!!

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Blackfire: but how will you get anywhere if you stand in your own way?

Me: Where are we going?

Blackfire: gulp
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black

...time often nibbles at my wings and suffocates on reality. for me,,the past is not past. It stays on, conditioning my future. My free will is a result of a thousand impulses and forces that lie beyond my control. And this deafening silence,,,this deafening silence is smothering me, its suffocating me,,and the small gasps i force amidst this chaos affirm beyond doubt,,we..we are all dying...beyond our means.

on freedom, ideals and impermanence

life is pulsating, life is vibrating and we are confused and lost in our own worlds of thoughts and passions...what are we seeking? In the cosmic sense, we don't really know. Still we give our whole to temporariness, because that is the essence of existence.

there are ideals we strive to reach, ideals that are above men,,and all this while, we ignore the miserable present for a happier future. we all know deep down how our system of ideals has failed miserably- simply because people are different...and individuality cannot bear universals. ideals are for men so they all conform. An ideal society today is a society in which every man has died to his personal happiness for want of the greater good.

what then is freedom? properly considered, just as pain is the result of limitation, freedom is opposition, of me to the not-me.

It is important to recognize that actual freedom is to be arrived at, not by me dominating the not me (control) or letting not-me dominate the me (resignation), but by renouncing both.