Sunday, February 25, 2024

There was a time...

There was a time where the former US president Clinton's sexcapades were not yet known to the world. And I was young, and quite innocent. Humanity was being led towards collective stupidity by adding Chlorine to water. Alien life was said to never have been seen before.


We now have videos of Adolphe Hitler meeting those beings.

Aliens exist and are far more common than you think. Time travel is possible, and at every new arrival in the past, a new parallel universe is spawned. Furthermore, according to my master, the past, present and future are all happening at the same time.

And according to what Swami Nithyananda, we, human beings, have the innate power to rejuvenate our bodies. Furthermore, we humans, can use the power of telekineses. I know, because I was able to do this.

It was only a few cm per second, but I was able to do it. This is not fantasy. This is not fiction.

Atma Namastรฉ ๐Ÿ™

Thursday, February 22, 2024

A beautiful flower.

I've been faithfully single for a while now. Since 2020 to be more exact. I might have been emotionally entangled with someone from my LoveLight class, but nothing very serious came out of it. Maybe something might have happened had we not been thousands of miles apart. Maybe. I don't know.

I therefore reserve the right to call myself as single for nearly half a decade. I'm almost proud of this, like a badge of honour that I can proudly show off as I parade my single butt around.

I am rather pleased with myself to see my intellectual faculties re-emerge and stretch its arms with a huge yawn.

I'm glad to be able to find my old self again. I missed this.

I almost forgot that I love writing. I love crafting pretty sentences that I delicately string together to produce some sort of art, that I finally unveil to the world as I hit the publish button.

I was rather surprised recently to be fully captivated by a soul on Facebook. 

How superficial of me. ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฝ‍♂️ I know. I know. Facebook is the only virtual platform I visit these days.

And there she was. She was by no means the hot babe most men drool over, but the simplicity of this atma reminded me that out there, there might be this elusive perfect one. Or maybe it could be her?

I would like to add a fat LOL here, to illustrate the improbability of this ever happening - but, I will be an eternal optimist concerning this! ๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿผ

My heart agrees with this blog post, and we'll both hit the PUBLISH button, after attaching a photo of our favorite flower (which looks a lot like her, tbh): the frangipani.

Tuesday, August 08, 2023

Spirituality, vegetarianism and the right partner!

Sometimes, some of the greatest disappointments of your life turn out to have been the greatest bullets you have dodged! Just give it enough time ๐Ÿ˜‚ Spirituality and a regular spiritual practice are sure signs of a stable character.

A stable character when choosing a life partner I mean. ๐Ÿ˜‚ Or even for most mundane affairs.

It's not like I was a perfect soul myself: I am not a finished product. I quit smoking (cigarettes AND pot) in 2019! I adopted the practice of praying (and fasting!) to Ganesh ji, Surya Dev and mainly to Lord Shiva every Monday. Very recently, on Fridays, I started praying to Laxmi Devi.

I am not a finished product. Neither are you. We still have a lot to experience, and many more lessons to learn.

But, being someone on the spiritual path, I learned to discriminate based on a person's spiritual practice - not only on their looks and choice of diet. Even if being vegetarian is a mandatory requirement for me, that alone won't exclude vegetarian psychos! Even though their population is far fewer, they are out there, lurking in the shadows of vegetable plantations ๐Ÿคฃ

Very lucky to have family members and friends who have been here during those challenging times! Om! ๐Ÿ™✨️

Tuesday, January 24, 2023

Replacement for children therapy.

 "Doctor! Doctor! I think I'm feeling emotional and sh•t!"

The bespectacled man, Doctor Haider, took a moment to push his horn-rimmed glasses up his nose. These were certainly common symptoms in men going through hormone therapy. 

In other words: people looking to change their gender.

"Are you currently on hormones...", the doctor paused as he looked at the patient's file. "Mr. Rajiv", the doctor said.

"I don't take any of that! This ain't natural doc. I'm a strong guy - emotionally I mean."

Someone knocked on the door. It was one of the helpers who had brought the latest order which had just been delivered. That was enough for Rajiv to catch a mother, playing with her new-born. The innocent child - it couldn't have been more than a few months old, was the innocence incarnate. This innocuous scene turned the water-works on and it was once again a sensitive Rajiv crying profusely.

Dr Haider had a sudden stroke of genius.

- "Do you have children, Mr Rajiv?"

- "No Doctor."

- "And what about your immediate family?"

- "A few nephews and neices, why Doctor?"

The doctor ignored Haider's question altogether.

- And how old are they?"

- "They are teens. Except for the eldest, she's already in college abroad."

The doctor nodded. That was it.

- "I presume you don't have pets?"

- "No I don't doc. Why?"

The doctor once again ignored Rajiv's question.

- "Do you feel more comfortable with dogs or cats, Mr Rajiv?"

Rajiv did not hesitate for a second.

- "Dogs, doctor."

Rajiv almost inquired about the reason for this but stopped himself, knowing how futile such an attempt would be.

- "Well Mr Rajiv, I recommend that you adopt a dog, of the breed that you prefer. It however needs to be young. As young as you can handle."

And with that, Haider signed the ordinance. Certainly one of the weirdest ones he had ever produced.

- "The pet store will sort you out," said Dr Haider, as he handed the paper to a quizzical Rajiv. 

"It'll be Rs 350", concluded Haider.

Sunday, December 11, 2022

My Brother from Another Mother

 A picture from 8 years ago suddenly changed everything. No, no - nothing actually changed to be honest. It just shone the light of clarity over the present. It provided me with a truth that was beckoning to be discovered. To be understood.

I know now, that the amazing human being whom I call my best friend is not just another guy I am connected to. There is no genetic proof of this, but in my heart I know: this man is my brother.