05/19/2006 3:47 AM Visits: 285
We, my wife her Dad yours truly went to town this morning I got off at the Kamatipura Flea Market these guys went to the Dragah Hazrat Abbas.
The Market was a bum trip nothing worth buying, so I walked took a few pictures of the same temples I normally pass by.
I was hungry but did not stop at the restaurant where I have Gurda Bhaji, mutton kidneys chopped and vegetables .
The Chor Bazar Market too had a sullen look, I walked out from here straight to Pydhonie to buy fabrics, and from their to Hindmata to buy more cotton fabrics, with my wife her father in tow.
I had a short rest at home, changed went to the National Fair to collect my African stick painted in Tirupathi colors.I did not hang around the fair as the ground was burning hot , took the same rick and am now esconced in my shop.
I have a comment from the English poet from Cornwall Tai Chi Italy.
She is happily married two sons and writes fine poetry and encourages mediocre poets like me.
Honestly I dont get a kick at my age being called poet.
I am a pictorial amateur photographer , my best has yet to come.
I hope it comes before they lay me flat face up supinely looking upwards..to my fairy God Mother .
All night I had crazy dreams, intermittent, when I wake up I dont remember any..they all have one thread in common urging me to give up my duality of nonexistence on the Internet.
I have not gone to Bloggerspot yet.
Its 4 pm.. the heart is irritability at its best.
Sometimes I feel not to come out of the shower at all.
Once again I have decided to stay away completely from Women Buzz..
Women are Trouble.. impersonified as Mans Last and Lost Hope.
I prefer a world without Women.
Or a world where God would have all human beings looking alive like Monkeys.. or Chimpanzees.. a little fat a little thin.. no botox, no perfumes, no makeup, no calvin klein, even if you goofed no problem, the child that would come would also look like the rest of the clan.
There would be yoni and ling and Ying and Yang . fuck and bang.. no crimes of passion, no calling the plumber when you wanted it badly, this is the world I would love to inhabit,
No Pope, No Religion, No Christ, No Nothing, No Holy Places, only God in the face of a Human Being.
Just us at Peace with ourselves as Chimpanzees.
A Blog.. Internet so I can write crazy shit like this and” Tickle Your Ass with a Feather”.. what it really means in an Englishmans diction.”.Particularly Nasty Weather.”
I shall continue this some other time.
Photo of Lord Ganesha Statue made by artisans from Tirupathi.. in South India.
I do miss Bazookiss.
If being Man means killing Man and Mankind.
I d rather be a chimpanzee get killed by a female chimpanzee …of course
UPDATE
These are my earliest thoughts , I just want to disembark from this shit planet of Hate , a God of love that is confused for a God of Hate..Man I cant take it no more , if I was not as strong about my beliefs and Karbala I would have renounced the world , lived among the Sadhus at Kailash Mansarovar.. this too can be added to my heresy as Man..I dont think it is necessary to a be a Hindu to be a Sadhu, a man who follows God , respects man could perhaps be called a Shia..
Imam Hussain is a word monopolizing Humanity ..
If you love Humanity you are are as close to Imam Hussain without being a Shia.
If I am slapped as a heretic for my beliefs , I am happy.. to be what I am a product of my individuality, my environment , my genetic circumstances…
Just see my pictures dont penetrate my thoughts , they were not meant for public consumption, I write all this for my unborn grandchild..cybernetically alive in my blindfolded brain..
A confession I must make ..
He should know his grand dad much after I am dead , gone away from a world where denizens of Hatredness wearing borrowed vestments of Love,,,living a make belief life of self disillusionment.
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