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By the power of the molar..I am Questor!!!!!
Today
A walk in the clouds led me on an inward journey, for once an objective and maybe even honest evaluation of myself, instead of the usual abstract and egomaniacal ones.
To all ye fellow personality voyeurs remember two caveats..
1) only thing thats constant is change
2) The very act of observing distorts the observed.
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-thus spake the third eye
Be careful what you pray for!
This weekend, an interesting conversation popped up. No booze or pot was involved which by itself is a miracle these days! It was about what you should and should not pray for! Ah hear ye atheists collective groan. Just hold the groan up, ....if its not too late yet, .....I might be actual rooting for you folks in bits and peices.
I know its been a bad day already what with the supreme court letting god exist based on a technicality!
Hallelujah, god exists in supreme court!!!the sweet irony of it,
(or bitter irony depending on which side of the Crt-alt-del button you have been -Yes the dump the bf/gf because my life is messed up and start over a miraculously better new life button-)where was I? yes the bitter irony of it is that the kids legal parent is the only one who can decide what words she should or should not say. HMM!!! so if the guy loses his custodial rights does he become the illegal parent, besides I always thought the kid speaks words which it picked up from the snotty faced kid sitting right next to it, and its gonna stay it, even if the supreme court mandated legal parent likes it ot not.
Now you can groan!..... about how long and windy this guy writes and then! ofcourse please read on, for I am not done yet.
So yes getting into the meat of the argument,- well vegetarians need not leave the table- the question was, Is praying for things 1)that which you can control or 2)for that which you cannot control.
I, would rather pray for what I cannot control, cause if I can control it! why bother the ultimate boss? He (ok or she) might go like, why do you bring your sorry ass to me for problems which you can control. Besides there exists certain things which you cannot control and for which you cant say shuck it (kids might be reading this... grown kids too ;-) ) You would have to deal with them, like it or not, and they wont go away just because you wish them away. One obvious thing, is ofcourse if you have been crt-alt-del by the love of your life, you have two choices one you pray to god that your system is restored, or the other pay up the shrink,.... am not a miser but I prefer getting better help free ;-)
Consider this, I would rather pray for a real "freind-ship" when am marooned on a desert island than for a random floatsam, till then I would be shooting the goat and growing the grains..I dont have to pray for it, they are under my control.
OK enough said...now go PRAY that you dont have read such trash again. I am gonna do the same.
-thus spake the third eye
Excuse to put more peanuts on blog!!!
The other day, I was being ribbed by my freinds. In the middle of it all there came up something which I felt was important to tell at that moment I do not remember now what it is, guess it wasnt that important after all. In any case I guess I went on a limb and placed my faith that I would be taken seriously despite a good intentioned warning.
Well what do you know, the warning was right on the money.
Ah You ask why I am sharing this inconsequential little incident and wasting yor time?
I needed an excuse to put the peanut cartoons posted below on my blog. Afterall everyone has a bit of charlie Brown in them.
Good luck with the world
Am I a mystic
P.S All strips were pilferred from comics.com
-thus spake the third eye
The old tree and the little bird
In the yards across my window, there stands a tree, Neem or oak I wouldn’t know. Once a while during spring a little bird comes and perches atop its inviting and strong branches. It tweets and chirps, I assume it is making conversation with the tree. For the tree sways as if it is nodding his head. Maybe it’s the wind and maybe it’s my imagination, but I always think they converse and have a beautiful friendship.
All through, spring and summer the friendship blossoms. The tree sometimes nodding his head sometimes bellowing with laughter making the papers and fallen leaves startle and run helter-skelter.
The bird, grooming itself, chirping joyously, always looking beautiful.
Then July comes the bird flies away more often than it stays perched on its nest, the tree wants to fly with the bird. Its roots do not let it. July brings love and joy, yet for the tree its sadly always filled with a burning desire to fly and hence the searing disappointment.
Slowly the leaves become golden yellow, all the green energy thus being used up in an ill-fated effort to fly.
The bird by then has stopped coming. It has flown to a faraway land. The bird knows the winter is around the corner; hence it flies away to greener pastures. The tree thinks the bird flew away cause it doesn’t like his friendship anymore.
A small droop comes upon him, his now yellow leaves turn brown in sadness.
Soon the leaves float away, the tree no longer wants them, he has no interest in adorning himself.
The tree stands tall, fiercely proud, but he stands barren and sad at the same time
He no longer sways, he groans and creaks. Soon his barks start to dry up and break and fall away.
All but a skeleton of him remains come april. I fear he is going to keel over and fall dead one day. I look anxiously every morning out through my window. He barely stands but he stands.
One fine may morning, I hear a chirp and wake up. I see the little bird on the tree again, I spy a leaf or two. Maybe it’s the same little bird or maybe its another one. I wouldn’t know. I like to think it’s the same one, whispering to the tree. You big wood head, I am back with you, I had to go not because of you, but simply because I had to go.
Maybe am just a sentimental fool and all the above is my imagination, but then as if by miracle the tree becomes all-right and I once again hear the chirping and the gentle swaying of the tree as if they were never separated.
I am happy for the tree, yet I dread for it, but maybe that’s way, how its supposed to be.
Parting and meeting and meeting and parting.
Wish my bird would come back!
-thus spake the third eye
P.S came across this in a random
blog which I happened to blunder upon. Cant claim its related but I guess it shares the sentiment of the story, besides thought it might add some color to a pretty dour and heavy blog...
Me neither...do U?
tirisangu's heaven
Heavens doors are closed and you cannot come back to earth, oh what a predicament.....
you see something that could have been slowly slip past. Yet the past that be, doesnt let you catch hold of the future.
Frozen in the moment that is now, eternally, - victim of a tug of war between the gone and the soon to come, oh what a predicament.
Why do we have to meet then so tragically part.
Why is parting never like death, abrupt and absolute. Why does it wane, linger and drag on and on, still leaving a whiff of its paralysing, poisonous, fragrance thus immbolizing us.
Why does the farmer stand on his barren sun baked land for the four seasons past, and peer with his wrinkled forehead on to the yonder skys waiting for the clouds which surely are not headed his way.
Hope you say.. nay tirisangu's heaven..
oh tirisangu what a predicament the wise sage vishwamitra left you in...
-thus spake the third eye
Life is but one big grab!
So much for being patient and polite. We live in a world, where today is in a rush to capture tommorow. Even before tommorow can blink, today has taken it and made its own.
Life is kinda like a woman who has a million suitors, She is more capricious than any woman can ever be. She mistakes politeness and patience as signs of diffidence and uninterestedness.
She ignores cyrano and choses others over him.
Cyrano,a synopsis
Hence a cyrano never lives, he can only maybe die as a happy man.
No one would want to be a cyrano.
Yet in me, here lies the contradiction. I do not want life, I want to be a cyrano. I will write my poems and fight my battles. If glory and happiness elude me, so be it. But maybe, just maybe I will will die a happy death.
-thus spake the third eye
