Sometimes "now"..

My dreamy eyes stay fixed
At the joy island
Up in the sky
As the restless waves
Sweep over my feet,
Calling for indulgence.
They have Mercury
Dancing all over them
To seduce me today,
If only my eyes do stray.

For Swami Nithyananda's motley group of supporters

I very much agree that it is ridiculous to drag someone caught having sex to court just because he was a 'sanyasi'. I think on the same lines of some virtual people here supporting nithyananda's cause.

I regard nityananda's followers as a cult group, rather than a hindu religious group. Going by the articles I have read, he had regarded himself as God and I see his followers, or rather disciples, as a cult sect, who like nityananda's teachings and techniques ( whatever they might be, well, even the name makes me think of sex, lol!).

There were cases of 20 something men and women leaving their families and careers and settling down in the ashram. There could be a lot involved here. Like drugs and sex, as was the case with kalki ashram. And I can see a big room for exploitation. This guy nityananda is usually seen in the videos giving sermons with women massaging his legs. It is said that these women were doing that thinking they were serving God. We Indians are still vulnerable in the matters of God and no wonder these women trusted him and subjected themselves to exploitation. Wasn't there a mention of an unexplained death in his ashram too? Why does words like blackmail and forcible detention pop up in my mind? Well, I am thinking too much. I am mad. Come gag me now!

In a similar way, I strongly support the biggies demanding the struggling actors for a couch test after a screen test, well, who cares to think of the exploitation here, when all we care to think of is the privacy of a man calling the shots because he is able to! Fair or unfair, all is fair after three shots of objectivism. If one has to fuck a boss to get oneself established (off bed), why should we court marshall the boss?? I love my boss. I should love my boss!

I want the privacy of that poor guy to be cared for. I don't care if he is God Himself or just a faker. One dud I came across questioned the very definition of God, which he regarded to be subjective (isn't the answer lying in the very question of his? I thought am the only proudly ignorant new age twink!) If I regard something as God, it would be the degree of trust on it based on what it appears to be. If He chooses to take advantage of me, then it is my fault to be such a dumbo and not drag him to court for his ethical incompetencies.

This would apply to all other crime scenarios. If the victims had used their brains, there would have been no crimes. Cheating is an acquired evolutionary trait, isn't it obvious?? Some people have progressed to such an extent that they live by exploiting the less evolutionarily advanced, and it is stupid to punish such superior traits. And now, it is an individual's right to privacy that blinds me and why should I strain my grey cells to look at what doesn't show up to my naked eye?? He hasn't lead the exemplary life that he has portrayed. Whats the big thing? Well, he has screwed a few disciples of his, obviously taking advantage of his Godly status. But that is his intelligence. Should he be guillotined because he is intelligent?

Sorry, I only have this much capability to think. I was declared mentally retarded, by the old world medical standards, when I was born.

So why do they still trouble kids like me with those stupid laws and punishments? Can't we do away with the whole thing called a government and set the whole human race free? Can't wait to see the spectacular scenes that I only get to see in the African jungles on Discovery, here in the open, in India!

Change of Seasons

The skies pour down in torrents
While I return home in the morning;
School-going kids
Hasten to me for cover under my umbrella
Mumbling half forgotten lessons;
I raise my collar hiding my hickeys,
Smiling a wicked one.. :)

The day after..

After sunset blossoms,
All flashy and alluring,
Enshrouded in gloom thats friendly.

Damn! they have to wake up,
To a dawn thats inconsiderate,
With their stalks that now rot.

One night shows,
Done with all excesses
For motives utter bleak:
Enough reasons
For depressive introspections
The day after.

Living a lie

I reach for my window pane,
Craning my neck
For a generous view
Of a civilised show,
Muted of its sincere cries.
What I see?
Shiny lips,
Rouged cheeks;
Fake eye-lashes,
For an eye that is genuine,
A wannabe hairdo:
An alien staring at me,
From glass that also reflects:
Glimpses of reality.