OH MY GOD...!!! PROLOGUE

OMG : PROLOGUE In following blogs i wish to share my experiences or just chronicle those events which shaped my belief about Hand of God that gently guides the entire creation . I cant say these are spectacular incidents but for me these are what made me realize the Concrete Reality of God. These are what triggered in me strong heartfelt emotions filled with devotion.

If you are born in India irrespective to family of any religious denomination, there is no escape from vast ancient cultural influence on you. You can be atheist , communist or any religious order yet your behavior is inextricably linked to India's ancient history,culture and mythology. There is no escape from it.Entire society is structured around its 5000 years past.. Well speaking about me ., i was always agnostic sometimes bordering to Atheism. Arrogant rebellious nature within me made it difficult to believe that Higher Powers can be of influence/control over mortals like me/us.. but by my 20th year i have transformed to Part time Atheist to Full Time Theist and and 100 % Believer . However It was just intellectual belief rather than experiential conviction. Like i said , i am not really Religious in any sense but i am certainly spiritual . Few days back i signed 4 day Advance Meditation Course in Tiruvanamalai, temple town in TN which is famed for Holy hill of Arunchala and world famous saint Ramana Maharishi . We were supposed to maintain unbroken silence for 4 days. I read somewhere that Sex and Silence are greatest Energy suckers. Well i have zero percent idea about sex and 101 percent about Speech. After all i talk day in and day out.All my waking hours is spent on talking,gossiping,roaring-raving-Ranting, complaining,screaming,shouting,destroying everyone in discussion and debates.Perhaps no other muscle in my body is as well built and oiled as much as my tongue. Always raring to go.

The idea of this blog OMG was born when i was killing my time in this silent zone of holy town of Tiruvanamalai. I started of with full of energy but while returning i returned in taxi back seat with Doctor in front seat. Physically totally dehydrated and sick but spiritually very well lifted and in high spirits. Whats the follwoing blogs can be construed as fables or fairy tales yet these just experiences that are exclusively personal.

Morning Brooding..!!!

This morning i woke up with start and dazed. Its still dark around and only soft hum of AC rented the air. i just had a dream which got me thinking. I just happened to dream about someone whom i know as a school kid whom i totally forgotten and got disconnected after i left my school way back in 1996. It was kind of surprising that the person face flashed in my dreams and funnily i dont remember the name of that person, after all its been decade and more. I really wonder how we believe to ferget everything with passage of time though in reality it appears that things are just relegated behind all the layers of our mysterious mind. I wonder why i dreamed the dream that i just dream. i always thought we dream about things that catch our attention of recent past or fantasies for future.

Ruminating over these thoughts i tried to creep back into dream world hoping to find myself in the same dream like Neo in Matrix and find answers to my questions. But no avail.Tossing and turning in bed gave no solution. Well now i am wide awake and sleep slipped out permanently. i just got up ,munched some Marie biscuits and was looking at my collection of old comics on my shelf. All those DC,Marvel comics of vintage evoking the memories of childhood when i had to walk 5 kilometers to buy those Superman and other super hero comics. Its ironic to find all super heros to have originated from USA. most of all caped and masked heros are from USA. GI Joe is called Americas hero,Superman home town is Smallville in USA,All JLA are americans. I guess Indians and for that matter Asians never needed any super heros to be created either for entertainment or inspiration. We have history and culture that goes back 5000years . Where as America has history only of 500 years or so. No wonder they had to create their own heros .

Indians are bred on stories of valour and heroism since their childhood. Its funny, in West,Religion is taught in sunday schools and where as in

India, its taught by mothers and grand mothers. When i was kid my bed time stories from my mom was more mythological and DD-1 most popular serial was Ramayana or Mahabaratha when all roads were deserted to watch these mythological s serials. Our culture has so many heroic stories from our history we never needed to create new heros for Internet age. We all regaled in stories from 5000 yearpast which can be reflected in our daily lives of common man . How often we come across comparisons like "Sleep like Kumbhakarna", "Strong as Bheem", "Beautiful as Apsara", Panch Pandavas, as sharp as Arjun, Narad muni for some gossip maker etcetc....Its a wonder that 5000 year culture still lives,rules our daily life. hmmmm....Suns first rays are casting their presence.New day and its Time to rock the world. Well friends, till my next blog. Aurevoir, Adios,Halstalvista and Sayonara....

SRI SRI RAVISHANKAR In one of his discourses said "Your consciousness" is very ancient. My nerves were electrified as i tried to grapple the import of His words. That the concept that our consciousness being very ancient fired my imagination as it tried to grasp depth behind His words.I just wondered , How many Births and Deaths could have,our soul endured before taking this shape,form and life as we know what we are now. How gigantic permutation,probabilities and other mind numbing mathematical calculations came into play before our entire environment was created. I wondered what were we before we became what we are? I mean what were we in our past lives. What would be the path of our evolution. What prompted us to take this birth?.What actions reactions could have led us to choose this birth settings like country,parents,friends,circumstances,trials and tribulations etc etc and million more etcs After all , our current lives are just extensions of our past.All our friends and foes, likes and dislikes are mere carry forwards from from our past lives or so i believe.All interplay of Karmic Connections Have you ever wondered How we immediately fall in Love with things,places,foods .people instantly and how we hate some things/people with no reason how come people give us creepy feeling down the spine or great comfort without prior acquaintance?Wondered Why this Affinity or Repulsion/compulsion/affection etc? or any logical rational reason for those unexplainable Deja vu or uncanny feeling of instinct?How are prodigies born? Could these events be result of sudden yet brief outburst of awakened ancient memory? People come-People Go Success comes-Success goes Failure comes-Failure goes Life comes-Life goes But "I" concept remains untouched by Death and space-time continuum.

Sadguru Jaggi Vasudev of Isha foundation claims to have taken birth 3 times to consecrate Dhyana Linga( dhyanalinga.org ). Book "Born again" speaks that Haider ali-Tipu sultan the original inventors of Rocket tech in India were reincarnated as Vikram Sarabhai and Abdul kalam to finish the job left undone 400 years ago and Hindu mythology is inundated with these folk lore.Ashtavakra gita says it takes 81 births for human mind to form. Now that's mind boggling. After 81 cycles if your current mind is formed , i guess we need to be more gratitude towards Creator than cribbing/complaining for what we are lacking. I need to end this here though my Awe at my peek into esoteric sciences will never end. This blog is micro expression of my wonder for macro expression of nature which will never cease to create wonder for one and all...

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DOWN THE MEMORY LANE..!!!

DOWN THE MEMORY LANE:

It was a pleasant surprise when my friend from my school days sent me my school days photo . As per my No-Nostalgia policy I never kept any of my childhood photo. He sent me photos from my 4th, 5th and 10th class. Its amusing to see myself and others . Now that I am 6 feet with V shaped facial structure , its funny to see myself so small n tiny with 100% round gulab jamun shaped face. In fact identifying myself would have been difficult had not been my thick glasses. The natural evolution and growth from 4th to 10th class is fascinating(in 10th class , we were of impression that we were fully grown men). There were so many tiny tots in the photographs whom I hardly remember. All people whom I grew up with but now looking back I couldn’t even remember few of their names.

Just for a moment, I tried to go back into past to remember my classmates but all I faced was huge mental block . Like in Bournes trilogy` I tried to re collect the past but with no avail. Like expert surgeon, I tried to cut through the hidden and forgotten debris in my depths of memory. I remembered nothing except few scraps of memory..some flashes of past from here and there . and that’s it. Nothing more. Occasionally I was able to figure out a name of a person.




I wonder where all these people are...friends,teachers etc..i rember one day as i was reading newspaper, i saw the obituary of my 5th class school teacher. wheels of time we can say surely catches up everybdoy. Wonder what everyone are doing. Wonder if they remember any of our classmates. Will I meet them again. Thanks to web technology, I know 2 classmtes who are on FB .Its funny in age of FB,Twitter, and shopping malls..there is every chance of meeting your long lost friend or bump into old acquaintance. Other day my boss who failed to offer proper service to client was trying to mollify tired client of ours. He made N number of rounds yet his loan was not through with fault from our side. To divert his anger, my boss start asking some personal questions. After many questions, both got shocked with each other as they discovered that they were school mates 30 years ago . now imagine this, meeting after 30 years ….now that’s what is Life is all about. Full of surprises and excitement.

till next update...keep smiling and stay blessed..sayonara

HYPER TENSION INVENTION

It all started when my bored-to-death mind began to scream for some adrenaline rush. My mind got numb to the excitement generated to my day-dreams where I, in very sinister fashion murder my boss billion times. I murdered him million times in million different ways using all weapons varied from primitive to futuristic, from stone to Neutron bombs. Well, with nothing left to think or dream of, I thought, I could well think of my office work for a while and that’s when I pondered over the difference between Productivity and Activity. I began to feel there is no point in working 20 years in a company and gaining expertise and experience purely as by-product of time . Why not exert a little of my idle grey cells on office related work after all I seldom (in fact never till date) strain my tiny brain. My office pays me to work like indentured robotic slave not think and bend mind like Beckham. Than sprang choto choti se asha. Desire to do something different crept into my mind. I wanted to invent something which company never ever saw. Now my mind began to vroom like Vettel on F-1 circuit. Before I could think of what..My mind due to its old habits went into sleep mode . Later its all ZZZZ zzzzz tat buzzed on my mental screen

Early morning when I woke up, the first thought that hit my mind was “An Idea”. A small seed like idea germinated in yesterday’s excited soil of my mind. An Idea can change your life is 100 % true. That’s what I dreamed. An Idea that was never seen or heard by anyone (meaning I never heard of it).Wow. I just felt like Neo in Matrix who bends spoons with mental power and stops slew of bullets with mere hand gesture.




It was my eureka moment when I forgot to brush my teeth, gobbled some fruits and bolted to Pyramid Meditations Hall at speed faster than Usain Bolt. Now like Buddha I sat under pyramid for an hour allowing mind to excite its grey cells without any conditions. Minute idea metamorphosed into Mammothic plan. Million view points got generated. Counter points assailed. Mind rose n fell like wave, twisted itself into knots. Finally I was able to come out with my product or scheme. But I prefer to call it as INVENTION. Nomenclature makes all difference. “Invention” is more exciting than “Scheme”,”Procedure”,”Concept”.

Now my mind began to show its uglier manifestations. I didn’t know how to test its feasibility. I definitely need help of superiors whom I never trusted. My fear is always that they might steal the idea and make it their own. I just locked the Model in deepest part of my mind. I am no person with Commerce background nor iam MBA. I have scant idea how this model behaves in real world. Silently in office hours running sample mathematical diagnostics resulted in positive results yet I was skeptic.

With days passing by before I put on slides for presentation, my initial hyper excitement began to diminish. My confidence began to fade. More I dig into deep into INVENTION, more I found it reduced to school level science project.Plain vanilla product. Small and insignificant. This is my problem always. When I created advertisements which I felt too small, later I found similar advt on international stage. Its almost like Grass is greener on other side.




My MD was visiting my branch other day. I prepared everything with little confidence. With great difficulty I took my yearly bath as well. My mantra was Start slow and reach High. Though I wanted to give it to other banks, I preferred my bank which is PSU and has Govt mentality. Though presentation was scheduled at 5pm, MD came at 8.30 pm, jet lagged from his travel. Myself and My boss as part of our unwritten protocol and surrounded him like Black Cat commandos to give him the Feel of big shot political . We followed obediently around him where ever he went in the office. But my super sharp Sherlock Holmes eyes caught his discomfort in MD eyes. Then i understood he was not inspecting our new office but he was searching for washroom and he was standing in front of door hoping we guys to understand his embarrassing position.

Later after downing free chai and biscuits our MD,GM,AGM,CM, and my own Boss sat in front of my computer with angry , quizzical faces wondering what 2 year old novice officer can teach Financial Veterans.

My boss and Chief Manager never favoured me due to my independent thinking. In Public Sectors, one should always be boot licking sycophantic slave to superior who I am totally in contrary: “Free Minded and Independent”. My boss was angry for not sharing my idea with him. AGMs were silent like Buddha. MD was supportive but not committal. What followed was marathon discussion on feasibility, economic rationality etc .

Now the result: that’s what even iam waiting. They just nodded their heads , shook my hand with great difficulty, said its good . Not a word more. Will it work? Will the product see the light of day?. Should I give it other banks. What should be my next step? State of Limbo is the current status

No answer ….

Its Mad Mad World Folks...!!!

I would have never stepped into train to banglore if not being tricked by semi-jumbo Ashish.He convinced me that our tickets to Bangalore got conformed but only to find that we two had to share a single berth.Only positive point is that both our physical features are oppsite.He is just little heavier than sumo wrestler and iam lean n tall as girafee.With these contrasting bodies we were able to fit perfectly in single berth of Prashanti express.Ashish for those who dont know him is near-perfectionist(one step lower than Amir khan and 2 inches taller than salman khan n 30 inches and 30 grams fatter than Adnan sami).He does everything perfectly.He is a long distance planner and a Street Smart executive.You can find his next 10 day to 10 year schedule tight.

In order to beat him in his game of perfectionism, I planned hardest part of travel all by my own sweat and expense."ITS FOOD FOLKS ".Foodies and Health concious people like me and Ashish will never eat in rly stations hence i planned entire food-programme for the journey.Rice n curry fer lunch.Dozen Pulkas and curry for dinner.Sprouts for next day breakfast(incase u didnt get chance to brush teeth).Digestive biscuits for movie snacks(Ashsih had laptop loaded with films and
Fredrick forsyth Odessa file novel which i intended to complete).Two 2-litre bisleri water.Plates.Fruits for emergency backup.And a big bag to carry all this small picnic food..






I was expecting Ashish to display his street smart negotiating skills with TT for spare berth but Ashish did what he did the best in his office working hoours."Sleeping"."Snoring".Both sleeping and snoring together .He woke up only for shortintervals just like commercial breaks in serials. For food.These commercial food breaks were at lunch and dinner.So he successfully slept for 24 hours except for dinner and lunch breaks.TT,when he came to check our tickets, looking at Ashish shape under blankets felt like an gigantic Anaconda was sleeping under blankets giving out odd noises(his musical snores).He alloted a berth for me on feeling pity seeing me tightly crouching in one corner of berth as if iam soon-to-be victim to Sleeping Anoconda.No one dared to walk past Ashishs berth fearing when Anoconda might spring up from blankets and gobble up.Even when we reached bangalore, Our Ashish was still snoring and i had to pull the blanekts from his big tummy and shake him to wake him up.Co-Passengers gave a sigh of relief on knowing that creature under blankets was just Ashish the modern day Kumbhakarna but not Anoconda as they assumed.

Our Training in Bangalore was more like a paid holiday.Food in hotel was so good that 1st people to be at Buffet and last people to leave buffet was Myself ad Ashish..

Traning Sessions began at 930 am wnd went till late evening giving us litle chance to explore city.But Ashish gave full value for money by watching Kanada-Telugu movies till late night.(I was busy writing this blog).Here we happen to meet different people from different branches .Each person looked at another as if other fellow from other branch is some bacteria under microscope.When i came across the 1st person, all i coud see him was only his chest part., as another part of hs body was high in another floor,His name is NKMishra.He is as tall as telephone tower.No wonder what ever phone he uses , he has clear connection to all networks even when there is none.Everyone in our organistaion knows Mishra.After all "Gyara mulk ke Dons uska peeche hai..."(for messing with their wives,daughters,gfs).He is the one and only one who spoke his heart saying that our AGM was very beautful in front of entire top brass which included our Managing Director.No wonder when our Gabbar Mishra walks in Hotel corridors , all pretty women hide under their beds in their rooms.Sticking to Mishraji was DJSingh from Baroda.Our DJsingh is no DJ (Disc jockey) nor he is "Singh is King"Sardar.He is just Bhag Bhag D.J.Singh bhag bhag(coz Andhi called Mishraji is coming).






On brighter side There is glamour factor as well in form of some females who unwittingly,unlukcily and forcibly landed in these jobs.First was Ujala Raman(No way ie she related Nobel laureate CV raman) whom i saw at lunch buffet when i was having my Round 3(my last round) and when Ashish was on Round 12( and he was just getting warmed up). Humans have one tongue.Snakes and other reptiles have 2 tongues(fork tongues) but ujala had 5 tongues,each speaking Telugu,Tamil,Malayalam,English,Hindi.(now in process of gaining punjabi as well).When Ujala starts her verbal pyrotechniques., none has chance to speak back.She is straight to point and precise and impossible to be defeated in arguement.No wonder when she lashed out her 5 tongues, all our tongues rolled back into mouth..

We guys reacted differently to her speeches.Ashish escaped from his seat for his Round 14 in buffet.Djsingh was awe struck.I was dumb struck.But Mishrajis face changed all colours u find in colour TV.He has fallen in Love-at-First-Sight for the millionth time in his life.All in a suuden he started doing bhangra n kungfu to impress her.Like in Sharukh khans "Main hu Na." DJsingh started playing guiter around Mishraji who now is already in dream world.,and when all this was happening Ashish went for Round 15 and i was toooo dumbstruck to think or do anything.Mishraji is braver than Commando who like sunny deol can wipe out entire paksitani army by single roar.I felt dead sure that he is going to propose her on the spot like he did fer all his gfs in past.

One look at Ujalas eyes, one can tell she is no ordinary gal who will take things in easy way.Already she flexed her bicep muscles twice to warn Mishraji on things thats gonna come.Seeing two parties on warpath i silently wondered what are the ambulance and police phone numbers in bangalore.I felt little happy and comforting to have Ashish next to me as i felt when these two people start their Word War-1, We both can escape quietly but Ashish was ....phew ...is at buffet for Round 17.

I know there is going to be lot of blood on floor now . Mishraji made his killer move and Ujala readied herself with all countermoves she knows in all languages she knows..I tightly closed my eyes.As total darkness enevloped me.i heard no noise but chilling silence.Slowly i opened one eye .unable to belive what i saw i opened another eye as well.There i saw Ujala as angry as Chandi n Kali and our playboy Mishraji on his knees with camera in his hand as he was singing Matajis slokas to calm ujalas fire like temper .He just wanted to take her photo.Ujala gave a very firm curt "NO" for his request .But Misraji was still in his pleadng mode.One photo.Kodak moment.Canon picture.Colgate smile.Please...None of his pleas went answerd by Ujala.I wonder if she refused coz the request came suddenly or its just Ujala forgot to put her one ton make up.But for Mishraji ., Make up or no Make up ..She is still Goddess with full of grace and Divine aura(Probably Mishraji wanted to keep her photo with other deities in his puja room and do puja daily)

When all this Adult rated drama was going on Live, one person was at the site with no emotion,expression on her face.I wondered who that girl was,How can she be so calm when such a big commotion was taking place infront of her eyes.??.Then i realised this Bhopali girl was sitting next to me all through 3 day training yet i hardly noticed her.When entire class laughed ,she kept quiet.When entire class roared .She kept quiet.When Ashish went for Round 21, She was still in her Round no 1 .I wondered how this left handed Bhopali could maintain her silence with such a dignity??My curiousity went out of control.I tried to ask but to all my questions , all she gave was one big blank stare.Still silent.No mater what i ask.Her answer standard.

Total Silence...(Maybe she is like female Gazini who instantly forgots what she hears and sees.Maybe i shoud give her my photo with my name and biography written on back of it)

I wondered if she is mega intelligent or just not able to understand what iam speaking after all i,myself dont understand my hindi., maybe she didnt understand even a bit..She was pretty.i thought even for me ,like SRK and Mishraji ,guitars wound be played.Maybe Ashish wud play them but what did i find Ashish doing.Yes., You guessed right.He was on Round 25 at buffet table.She is beautful and silent.Maybe this is due to Bhopal Gas tragedy and this poor girl is still in state of shock that she till date didnt utter a single word or reacted to anyones words.So filimy.


Phew.three days ended more quickly .I came back to my place.I donno whats happened later .I dont kow if Goddess Ujala gave her permission to Mishra for building her temple like the ones built for simran,jayalalitha,amitabh bachan or she demanded a bigger one.I donno if Ashish went back to his branch or still going on Rounds at buffet.I donno if Bhopali girl is suffering from Gazini syndrome or shock effects of Bhopal gas tragedy 1984...i wonder what happened afer i left the place............some mysteries do thrive in ignorace.didnt someone say that Ignorance is Bliss .I stand by it .

Happy dusherra folks

sorry folks,coudnt think of a title...!!!

This morning I was kinda disturbed. I have just downloaded 4 books online in matter of minutes. I was amazed how such a fat books can fit in small space of computer folders.Internet , and other gizmos like Ipad or Kindle have definitely changed the way we see the world .they have changed the reading habits which remained more or less same fer centuries.No longer I need to carry heavy books . All I need to carry is one Ipad or E-Kindle which will have 100s of books;all atthe click of button.No longer I can feel the touch of paper or smell it.Now its all electronic digitized bits and bytes.No longer I have to go to local flea market to buy some old books and which require my negotiating skills. Its simple down load button ., and there we have tons of books with little or no cost. No longer I have to fear of termites n bookworms damaging my comics. Now its all viruses and computer bugs.



I guess this is what the world should always be ready to brace; ”The Change” only constant in the world of fluid change is is change itself.We comfortably evolved from days of big black telephone (hard or land line as its called now) to 3G cell phones..from fat wallets to ATMs.Cassettes to DVd .Same with books.From hardbound books to e books But iam still old fashioned when it comes to reading or buying books. I still prefer to hold the book and flip the pages as it gives me personal touch .




Well coming back to present., after quick downloads I went to local library where I spend all my free time (as well as stolen office timings).As I was returning I saw bundle of yet-to-be-bar coded books at feet of librarian.Out of curiosity I flipped through the books wondering what titles are they. Believe me ., I felt like hitting billion bucks lottery .It was absolute treasure trove. These are comics which I have spent my entire childhood on. All comics of 1940 to 80s . the flash, superman, justice league, commando and our own indrajal comics ,DC comics, Marvel comics and so many . for a moment my my pulse went erratic as my mind raced to assimilate all information my eyes feeding at rapid speed.I know the value of eacjh and every book of these kind.Guess what , the 1st spiderman comic of 1960 went for 20 lakh INR in auction . but a true bibliophile would never sell his books .Well that’s another matter. As for these books though they are yellowed by ravages of time. They are mostly in perfect condition. I wondered who could have donated them to library (I wish and I really really wish he has given it to me rather than library)



These books or comics are of old world which only a fellow book lover or connoisseur can identify it with. The old world when only DD-1 ruled the airwaves rather than 200 channel HD LCD TVs as of now or when people slept by 9 pm and roads were deserted by 10 pm .Days when postal services were what people waited for rather than instant video sms from your android smart phone. Comics whose pages were yellowed , giving the smell of olden days which is just like smell of mud before rain.Very natural and very earthy.



As I flipped the pages of comics I wondered who the collector was. He definitely is a book lover iof he had preserved so many comics for so many years. I wondered under what circumstances did he donate these Gems of Literature. Even I have tons of comics ., and would a day come that I donate or give to anyone ??..no., Never. Iam too greedy and selfish when it comes to my books. They are like babies and would never part with them even I need to die. For a moment I just thought of all those books of mine that are lying in those boxes . Books which I know I would never read them again .Some books which are preserved out of the sentimental value such as those books presented by someone really special or some books which have some memories embedded to them and some books which I had walked miles to buy them as a kid ..books I know I would never open them again ..



My entire attitude changed when I read paulo Coelho book few days back in train to Bangalore which put things in perspective which I would reproduce (without permission of course)





“I simply believe that a book has its own journey to make and should not be condemned to being stuck on a shelf. Lets leave our books free to travel them, to be touched by other hands and enjoyed by others eyes”



Well…guess that’s what might the owner of all those books who donated might have felt ..maybe one of days in far future I might think in same way .,…let those lovely gems of literature be held as many as humanity can hold

India Conquered....!!!!

I NEVER THOUGHT A SUPER PATRIOT LIKE ME WOULD WRITE THIS...THAT TOO WITH INDEPENDENCE DAY JUST ROUND THE CORNER"


But what to do ...Truth has to be adhered ..I always speak Truth, nothing but truth.I speak truth as much as lawyers speak in court or kid speaks about his report card.The Truth is i was not aware ..it was so subtle . its like blink-u-wud-miss truth.Its almost invisible. Just like nano size element. But its still in the plain sight of all Indians yet we all missed it in acknowledging the truth. The Truth is ..

India got invaded and is conquered by Pakistan and China..!!! How and Why and When are obvious questions by you ignorant, sleeping Indians.

Preamble:Little bit of history before we get into main theme...The sadest reality since 1947 is that India had no chioce n luxury in choosing its neighbours. We seem to have more enemies in our backyard than friends whom we can count.We all know India had fought 1948,65,71 and kargil war with pakistan(n won most of time)(if you dont know anything about these wars ,watch BORDER for 1971 war where garam sunny deol ravages entire paksitan platoon in one roar) and in 1962 with china where we lost in most disgraceful manner ...(I didnt include all those wars we played sportively on playgrounds like cricket, hockey,kabbadi matches, hide n seek games (played exculsively by Pak based terrorists with Indian Special forces soldiers) we play with pakistan and and olympic games where China won enough medals in single event that would outstrip all medals we won in all olympics fer next 10 years n in last 70 years)








Comming back to Present ., let us deal with China 1st

Case of China is like "Crouching Tiger(India) and Hidden Dragon(Chinese)".We are always alert yet dragon is hidden in India .Without knowledge of Intelligence.,Army etc they successfully conquered India. How How come we missed sight of so many Chinese Fast food Centres almost in every galli/mohalla/lane/bylane/higway/roadway/noway dishing out Gobi Manchuria,Shezwan Rice,Hakka noodles,Cantonese chicken etce etc .All these recipes are places in China.Unknowingly they conquered Indias palate and taste and the way we eat things.Our Indian recipies are over written by chinese in hotel menus...See they are in plain sight yet gone unnoticed. no wonder chinese are masters of disguise

Coming to our best friend which never never leaves us.As inseparable as Pani and Puri in Pani-Puri and Tom and Jerry, DevD-Kalki,.Yeah ., its our Hot & Sweet Pakistan...Though our Bollywood n Saas-Bahu conqured Pakistan since time of Piracy and Cable connections., Pakstan took uiltimate revenge last week when they sent their brand new Hyper Lovely,Ultra-Beautful, Electrifyingly-Cute Foreign Minister "Hina Rabbani Khan"(HRK ala SRK))..every Man in India was oggling at this breath taking beauty where as every women perhaps was fumbling with jealousy as their men were transfixed at this young beauty..All nespapers were more interested in taking her photos rather than focus on theme ((incase u forget its "Indo-pak talks")).No one knows what our foreign minister S.M.Krishna(who wasnt seen in any newspaper though He was the host) has spoken with HRK..(guess he must have asked her personal phone number and emial id ).If this HRK was in India , she wud have been next model fer Pepsi youngistan or heroine next to Rajinikanth or bollywoods SRK (SRK+HRK=Rab ne Bana di Jodi ...wasnt that film flop??)







Now entire Indian Strategists and Patriot Planners and Diplomats are in state of tumble.India has to counter Hina-PR-Coup in India before her spell is cast on all 75+aged dynamic Ministers and they agree to every honey dipped words of Hina(who knows ..they might even agree to give away Kashmir without givig Bihar as free gift.One plus One Free offer). They scoured for Warriors who could counter attack HRK charm either by Charming her or Charring her.

First choice fell on Uncle Amar singh . But Jayapradha wont agree .

Second choice came upon Ranbir Kapoor but He is totally unpredictable fickle tapori..Today Hina ., tommroow Katrina.

Third choice was on Ultimate play boy of India and former 85 year old AP governor who was caught on tape with not one but 4 young women on bed(yeh dil manga more ..what a man ...iam sure he could be brand ambassador for Viagara). He can destroy entire batallion of women singlehandledly but the poor man is busy fighting cases in court when his illegitamate son sued against him





Finally they decided to field our own Chocolate boy Rahul Gandhi to counter Honeyed Hina..As none of our Dynamic youth leaders are less than 75 and with Rahul Gandhi has taken celibecy after his foreign Mom Sonia broke his heart by not allowing him to marry his foreign venezeluen GF, Our strategists had to think think think ...strain their brains till trains of thoughts come with Eureka moment ....Finally they came up with solution ...

To Counter Hina ..make Foreign Minister KATRINA ...

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My fascination with Fables n Fairy tales began on my mother lap as a kid when i used to listen with rapture all tales of valour of ancient kings , mythological tales of scriptures. All night my mind regaled those stories as dreams went wild in fantasies. Those bed time stories at impressionable age had deep impact to this day and perhaps in future lives as well..Once iam old enough to read books , my choice of books were still the same ..Stories of Valour, Kings from Scriptures, humour n adventures..Sprituality was always my favourite after all it was part of family DNA for known 3 generations. Among all those tons of books on this topic i read i bring out 5 or 6 best of all i belive in my limited understnding. All are extremely good hence there is no best among this list.Each has its ow speciality n uniquness.Here i goes

1) Autobiography of Yogi by Yogananda Paramahamsa:



One of the worlds most popular spiritual biographies by yogananda. Can be said Indias best export to west who popularised Kriya yoga. Rajini kanths "Baba" movie is taken partly from this book and "Living with himalayan masters" which is comming next. His other books include "Divine Romance and Eternal Quest" but His Autobiography over shadows all his other works.Surprisingly this book comes at real economical price at 75/-

2) Living with himalyan Masters by Swami Rama:
Another NRI-American Swamiji.This book is all about Swami Ramas fantastic experiences with Himalayans sages which rivals Autobiography of Yogi in style and substance..He has been accusd both as Swami and CIA agent His other noteworthy works include "Art if Joyful Living", "Inspired Thoughts"(Out if publication), Eleventh Hour etc




Both the books speak about expereincs which are too fantatsic to normal rational human thought. Their Absolute control over their bodies is truly astounding.they show how tjhrough their penances they gain control even on every cell of human bodies.Telepathy,Clairvoance,control over life and Death,stopping brain waves and heart beat etc are some of experiences they write about. Believe them or not ., Read them and Relish them as Souls fodder

3) Guaranteed Solutions by Nityananda Paramahamsha

Who doesnt know this young swami(supposed to be youngest spiriyual leader in world), after sting operation by sun tv beamed his advntures with actress Ranjita non stop on prime time. i purchased this book in strange situations.I read his artcile in newspaper. i was so impressed of his wisdom, that i just woke up early in morning with no forethought or plan i travelled without map to a small village where He has his temple in outskirts of hyderebad and bought his books



He can be Fake or not, thats none of my business. His wisdom about basic primitive emotions ie Greed, Love, Jealousy etc documented in Guranteed Solutions is outstanding n very practical.He dissects human mentality very precisely and explains in simple laymans terms.He explains how actually each of emotion plays its infulence in our lives. If only we can apply these principles at least by 1% , our lives would be far peaceful than what we are now .This is one book i reccommned to everybody which is pure wisdom .He doesnt speak about religion, miracles, anecdotes etc in this book.Its just about our daily life .Read it and you would know what iam talking about....Trust me buddies., several psychlogical chinks in ur life will be ironed out by mere reading this book


4) Aghora Triology1 2 3 by Robert Svoboda



"Life is mere memory ., be it beautiful or bitter, its just a memory" muses Aghori Vimalananda. I read that line in Odessey book store in jubklee hills when i was a teen. I never got enough funds to buy that book. I had to wait for another 5 years before i could lay my hands on it

Aghora 1(the Left hand of God); Aghora 2(Kundalini); Aghora 3 (Law of Karma). When i read Aghora-1 for the first time i lost half my sleep in nights due to sheer fear.All books i read till now are books that go easy on reader but Aghora triology is no-holds-barred .He shows no mercy and is often ruthlessly frank.No sugar coating for benefit of ignorant reader.These books are of Left hand of Tantra. Aghoris themslves are fierce saints who are said to eat dead bodies and these books "Left hand of Tantras" are more extreme in frankness. Though not suggested for faint hearts, neverthless its very informative which would open new grooves in your brain.

5) Sudarshan Kriya of Sri Sri Ravi shankar founder of Art of Living:




I wrote enough about books.Enough of theory. Now some action ..Sri Sri Ravishankars practcal gift to humanity.Sudarhsan kriya -Simple breathing exercises would directly sars through stresses in ones head. i have documented my personal experiences in my another webpage. the link is given below





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As they say ...

I Pray to Divinity in You

"Loka samasta sukhino bhavantu"
"May All Beings Be Happy and Free"

TIME MACHINE

Other day a weird thought hit my empty brain. It was sunny day .Bright with no heat . It reminded me my school days summer holidays when all i used to do was laze under trees .Then i wondered how would it be if i had power to go back into time . What if we can go back the time. Time is impenetrable but still a lazy fantasy to look back all the events in live back in time .

Time machine is ultimate dream come true for all those scinetists and writers and day dreamers like me .The earliest memory of Time machine was reading HG Wells classsical book "Time machine" and and now a days many movies must have come based on the concept...easrliest movie i remeber was "Blast from the Past"

where science ends , spirituality begins.If anyone of you read any of the works of Tibetian Lama Lobsang Rampa (arun, iam half way up ), He speaks of Akakshic Records where everything about past and present and future are/were/will be stored up and one can tune into it ..Iam not talented as Lobsang Rampa nor iam equiped with HG Wells imagination . iam just a mere dreamer ..Day dreamer. one who dream,s with his eyes wide open (n who lives life with his eyes closed especially at work)

i wondered what if i get a chance or in far distant future we invent such machines what would i see...Iam always frightened of functioning of my brain.It comes with awesome diablocial ideas . iam afraid when ., unknowignly i might listen to it and implement its dangerous senseless ideas(Didnt someone say..Be Master of Will but slave of Consceince"). But for entertainment and slapstick humour , i can totally rely on it..So i wonererd if i would go back to Past or peek into Future

I guess i would turn my focus into Past..zap back beyond centuries of Time and Space and watch the grand evolution of Earth.,watch the historical freedom struggle of our country. I still cannot imagine the force of Gandhjis words on advocacy of Non violence..At his call., not a single satyagrahi lifted his hands in self defence when bashed up by british soldiers with metal lathis.Rows and rows , obediently stood to get beaten.the fallen ones are taken away for treatment and new rows of freedom fighters took the place.Just imagine, i , at slight even perceived sense of danger would go into defensive stance.My training in karate with my teacher was drilled into bone and blood such that even in dead sleep., my hands go into defensive formation. and here pre 1947., people volunetarily give themselves to blows. Unimaginable

Probably next time station would be 1945-1960-1980: Wolrd war between Germany ad Western nations and Intense Cold war between USSR and USA. Even before i could read Indian History ., i was well versed in World war history .thanks to tons of comics i used ot read.some how i regale old european history and aura that period holds.The spy war after WW-2 was one topic i dreamed endlessly.the technology., heated rivalry and almost nuclear war bnetween USSR and USA was mind spinning.Not forgetting technological race and espionage .Damn thrilling.




My entire childhood and to this age aaswell., it spent most of time reading comics esp Amar chitra kathas.I always wondered if Mahabaratha war really took place or not.The missiles they use were too awesome to be imaginative..Can Arjunas Brahmastras be a nuclear weapon invoked by Mantras power??Did Aliens acutally used to visit Earth.Otherwise how can we explain those big Pyramid and weird sculptures of green wich. Are puspaka Vimanas(Flying Vehicles) of past are in reality space ship (atharvanaveda speaks of vimankiasastra dealing with flying vehicles of most modern weapons imginabe 3000 ears ago)

As a kid i was regaled everynight with stories from fables n valour of kings by my mom., and Asoka was always my favourite.Ashoka was one King in Ancient India who deseves nobel prize .Just imagine a King with iron will and never give up spirit and extreme love for power ad war giving up his power after kalinga war after seeing sea of blood shed. We cannot give up our little power on our friends and all poloiticans in wolrd cling to power till death do them a part . And heres the hero who gave up at prime of his power and that too voluntarily

One should watch earth when dinosaurs walked the earth (i never sw movie jurassic park..alas) but iam too scared of any animal. But more importantly, last but not the least., i would enjoy to peak watching my friend grow up. A stupid friend who got mike inplace of throat and shreiks at hyper decibel level that kills eardrums.Watch the person grow from infancy to adulthood till we met.Watch when the person almost died by electrick shock when live wire came in contact in garden. watch the naughty thngs and studiousness as one topped exams in school n college . silently witnessing



if i keep goin on i guess there wont be any commercial break to my sense of umagination and my brain never gets tired at all.well buddies before i get struck up in some unknown historical era ., i would come back to present . Who knows many of my current day friends could have been Napoleon or Ceaser or Hitler or Ashoka or Samudra gupta or cholas or chimpanzees in their past lives....

Enjoy your present ..thats why its called Present