Project on Meditation – Day 4
Sunset, a night approached, an island girl came calling me for breakfast. I went there, I sat down, I had breakfast. As it turned out to be a girl who came on a short course to the capital, got some training from me (that means I am a trainer which is a flat lie but it is okay to put it that way – cool…)
So in the dark backyard, on a set of joli, we set down talking for two hours. Her mother came, asked, “You still here!” I replied, “Unfortunately, I’m resting after breakfast.” Mother said, “Oh please do be comfortable.”
I left, I went home. I sat down watching stars in the sky, listening to the sixties music. Someone came, someone tapped. It was the girl…she came to ask for supper at her home. I said, “It’s too early.” She said, “I’ll come to fetch you later. Keep the door unlocked.”
She came later, past midnight, she had changed. She had changed to a nightgown, so I asked, “Why you changed?” She said, “I thought I’d sleep here for a while.” I said, “Okay, take the bed, I will sleep in the couch.” And the girl squeezed the lips driving saliva on the lips, “Please! Don’t do this to me!” I knew, what she meant. So it went on just like the way she said that it would go.
Somewhere she said, “Is it me you wish to give halwa tonight?” Halwa is a sweet confectionary so she asked if I give her sweet – it also means masturbate. So my old boy, retired weapon colonel…napoleon…already loaded, shockingly eyed at her.
Following day, afternoon, after sunset, other girls from the same course came and said, “We know who it was in your room last night.” And then they told her name. She said this, “What kind of your honour’s random pick will be the date I be with you on a night?” and this whole phrase, the way they say it, reflects on how belittled a slave she had become for my visitor-status outsider and that I had a noble liking for the girl I preferred to pick last night. Did I?
If you call it a “loaf of bread” – it’s a very old way to put it, just call it bread.
On this island, everyone belongs to Quicksilver, old man, young man, fisherman, they all look the same. Long red hair and music – native drums. Everyone is a water sports somebody, and a surfer. Each carried one pint cannabis, a can. In the sitting rooms, in every house…there is the traditional chew waiting for visitors to help yourself but on this island, they don’t keep cigarettes or tobacco joints. They leave tobacco and rolling paper to fill in for yourself. If you rolled loose they call it a shutta – a cigar, if you roll it bit well, they call it cigarette – cool, light, nice evening…if you roll it tight, slim, strong, they put the shoulders out and call it a bidi – a real joint – no headaches, no coughing, no clog…goes well, the best…cool for the whole evening.” Sometimes, old parents also feel it that way. Oh my god! I’m not on earth anymore…I’m dead.
They give me a couch to lie down on the water’s edge on the beach, coz they wanted to do me something and I asked for a couch bed to lie down there on the beach. I could feel the cool breeze. Besides, this should mean nothing big to ask. And they don’t feel it silly because they put up a couch bed in the waters on the beach far away from seeing a human being. And I’m lying down there.
They enter LIFE after having a joint…high…stoned. What it means is they were merely surviving before. So my semi-intelligent mind got stuck with polarities that night or sarcasm. I laughed on my own.
Then there is the committee chief who secretly installed a micro camera but in his own shower garden in the open-air – watching girls in the house using the expanse for wash and other things…sisters and brothers too. In the next house, there’s always a row with a brother and his sister-in-low. They all live together. One day that brother came out with a knife and stabbed her. He’s high on dope…brown sugar guy.
Man who finds money that dirty doesn’t mind others having money or others keeping his money. Renault boss tied the knot with a good-looking girl. That big coolly from India said, “So who says money can’t buy everything!”
What is there to offer besides money? Renault boss will certainly not be friendly with this coolly guy – particularly he’s a young bloke who is NOT interested in money. Coz that guy will end up with his good-looking wife. She married HIM for money. She makes love with them for sex. Money and sex are like two sides of a coin – if Renault boss is a coin, for example.
Still coolly guy feels money is dirty. People touch them too much. And he comes from India so what’s the matter! That’s the problem because he doesn’t have to know a lot about money. He doesn’t have it, he got no worry. You find a lot of poor people in India, but nobody is in debt because no money…even if they stay without a meal for three days, they don’t keep borrowed money either. In Europe all rich are in debt living on credit.
India’s embarked on eradicating poverty. During Vajpaee era they drove the beggars away. To eradicate poverty you goanna get rid of the peasants – either by executing them or creating a middle class. India’s option – create middle class. In the paradise island seminar in Maldives, they put up a paper to eradicate poverty in South Asia region. According to it, they eliminate all peasants...like Bush plan to eliminate terrorists...
Now the Religious Party is supporting the Republican Party because he got all the paradise resorts with him.
Sterling pounds got its germs from the manufacturer along with some minute amount of narcotics to make it special or unique. No, no anthrax. No Ebola…no, no. Sounds scary but think about it – sterling pounds, a hundred grand!!! You’re not gonna leave them even if you have to pick from trash – with Ebola.
Values are falling…
Zimbabwe money and Japanese Yen got million digit figures and they call it dropped value against a two digit dollar bill.
But those “MADE IN ENGLAND”, “MADE IN WEST GERMANY”, “MADE IN USA” days are gone. No more “MAD IN JAPAN”. Right now everything is “MADE IN CHINA” including my garbage – millions of tonnes of garbage collected from every city in the world are China made.
And they are dumped in China too…best management is mismanagement.
China’s got a lot of money – hard currency – hard-earned – within the Communist Party and they are quite capable guys with money affairs, if you suggest salaries. Some people think money should be circulating while others think it must be in a depository. And China is right because they have all the money even after Beijing Olympic.
China is right from the moment they built the Great Wall because now USA is trying to put up the Wall of De-fence across the Russian boarder and the Mexican boarder too.
In Africa!!! You get that “MAD” fever in Africa. Wines, alcohol, battery acid…train ride...soon we expect “MADE IN SOUTH AFRICA” products to reach the markets.
Asia is the destination…for money because all forms of smuggle is there...including child trafficking...
No comb, no toothbrush, I got nothing to hide,
I’m travelling only with a pocket full of dreams,
A heart full of love and they weigh nothing at all,
Soon I’m goanna see the love look in her eyes,
Da da da da da da…paradise…
I have forgotten this song for the last twenty-five years. It’s so forgotten that I DON’T even recall memories. But I know I played this song…listened to Cliff Richard.
Respect!!! These guys respect me for not fasting. Because sometimes I feel Cuban and I’m very Cuban. (I don’t even know Cuba…but that’s how I feel). Then I feel working in a hot kitchen behind a restaurant in New York…wearing a chef’s costume. I really don’t know any cuisine or to prepare food. But I feel happy there…smiling big. I’m employed…I got to work. I also feel Christian...
A girl and a boy who just left school bring the morning show. She said, “These days you don’t pay much attention to extra-curriculum at schools…” The boy didn’t get it. He was thinking about this “extra-curriculum”...in his mind it appeared to be dating girls.
And the girl got the same feeling too, she said, “Okay, forget it…” after all there is no extra-curriculum in the schools these days…schools teach two-three sessions and end up in midnight. Extra-curriculum is fighting, doping and dating.
The writer was called in for a good morning interview…
The girl asked, “How have you thought about writing such a disturbing book?” Suddenly, some staff members rushed into the studio. The cameras turned to them. They came and teased the writer…
“You are not actually called for an interview. We just want to make a joke out of you. This is April first. We fooled you.” In fact, the interview was taken previous night.
“Acheedi!” Writer grabbed the wires harshly, removed the earphones, “Oh shit! I don’t think it’s wise you do this to me on national TV. I don’t want to stay here…” He walked out of the studio and the staff members followed still hooting and teasing him. It was LIVE show...
COMMERCIAL AD BREAK…
Interviewers returned with the writer. All that was choreographed to make his popularity grow…so the writer flung his arm over the backrest. The girl asked, “Are you okay.”
“Sure I am…cool…behaving well.”
The boy said, “Would you mind to sit straight, put your leg down.”
“Oh! I’m feeling comfortable…” He was feeling big and very big. Arms flung open...that's the gesture of a guy feeling boastful.
Interviewer said, “We believe there’s a technical error here. We go for commercial break.”
This interview never took place because the writer was high on drugs…stoned.
Did McCain feel like a woman…anytime in his life? He did…everybody does…he doesn’t need to take the oath. He’s too patriotic. He’s taken enough oaths. He can do no wrong. But he says he’s desperately in need to take another oath…