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Ah! the joys of linger...

All beautiful women lead a gearless life and die horribly. Like the queen- Marilyn Monroe.

An array of colorful camps dotted the river banks, like a garrison of army on a peace keeping mission. A mini India, many great nations. different people living in the same place, an inversion of the notion of nation.

At thirty either you are perfect or nothing.

Because the creator of all the worlds cannot be a participant in worldly matters. Gods are the detached operators of the contents of this Universe- the Brahmand; which consists of twenty Lokas: Six are above the Prithivi, the mother Earth and they ago by the name - Jan, Tap, Satyam, Mah, Swa, Bhuv. A total of seven Lokas, including our earth - Prithivi Lok. Then there are fourteen Lokas below the Earth, of which seven are the Naraks, meaning hells and they go by the name of; Aveech, Mahakal, Ambrish, Rorav, Maharorav, Mahasutra and Andhatamisr. Above them are the seven Patal Lokas below the earth namely- Mahatal, Rasatal, Atal, Sutal, Vital, Talatal and the Patal.

But why have you dear English Jew whose forefathers fought to enter the country of Johnny Mill, the Stuart with a little heart, saunter in Haridwar, no pubs or fish and chips' counters here, only Ganga-Jal, -the holy ale- Quaff it for the spirit and carry it to the banks of Thames in a holy grail.

But Yatrayavalkya! He strutted on his wheels, cursing the acharya for hogging all the limelight and holding the three chiefs of the confederacy ransom to his way of lok tantra. What do people know about running a country? Even the Greek kingdom is a city state and is ruled by priests.

Comparisons are inevitable, her face resembles her, he is like him and this old man is like that old man. This is taking things too far.All old men and women are alike. Ageing makes no discrimination between the beauty and the ugly.

For a girl there is a shorter version of youth.

Fork! that symbol of the British art of gluttony.

He is too presumptuous about the inanities of appearances, poor realities gone for a toss.

He practices exceptions and bends the rules.

Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom...I wouldn't wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.

He shouted and he heard his shout and he feared it and shouted back asking it to keep quiet but he didn't pay any head to his shout and shouted with renewed vigor. One shouts the shout one hears.

His failure became my destiny

How a sip of water from a brass cup or a few drops from a brass spoon of the size of finger or how can one keep rose petals and marigold spreads between the pages of one's books for years or how the fresh shoot of barley could be put behind one's ears or how a dot of vermilion on the forehead or how fasting for a day or how praying or chanting or lightening an incense stick or how lighting a cotton wick dipped in mustard oil or how being blessed by priests and saints or how sitting in a lotus posture or how reading the holy books could kindle in one that thing called faith

Hume hummed in his head. Reason versus passion- David versus Goliath. Let the Goliath win for one last time. But the world is full of the Davids, the begging bastards, passing of their defeat as a win over the favorites. Why the world sides with the under-doggies. A favorite is nobody's favorite, but one's one. As if he has to pay a toll tax for his tolls.

It is better to die than carry the burden of expectations, you die every moment then, bearing situations you are not supposed to put up with.

It is destiny which takes you to people who have the answers to your questions.

It is easy to begin anew, rather than try to redo the existing.

It is important how people take you.

I was grown up long before the grown ups were the grown ups.

live a death, die a death

Love as acme of living and dying.

Mr. Rip Wan winkle, be a star that twinkle.

One needs longing to live and enemies make one long for them.

On hindsight every failure is the best medicine, bitter but effective

Or is it the monthly flushing of the cannon without a birdie?

People forget history nowadays, he lamented, that is what the ego does, making one the prisoner of one's inflated present, ignoring the humble past one has lived.

People who are left alone tell the story but are never a part of it; those who are a part of the crowd, are story bound, acting upon the role assigned to them in the theater of living, loving and longing.

Religion is a good time pass, better than philosophy, and a million times better than love; love is a wastage of an era.

Revenge and bring out the best and the worst in a man.

Sameness of existence. Conformity is inevitable. So is search.

She liked the idea of a place belonging to the cows, no ownership of human ego.

Some actions are indeed unjustifiable and no amount of forgiveness can wash their scars away. But a little amount of understanding can cure the bitterness that arises out of such acts. You should understand the secretive nature of our work. The Matr-Devi cult is thousands of years old but of late we have fallen out of favor of the powers who rule us. In other words we are no longer patronized by the confederacy and that including your father. Hence the people are now inclined to ignore our scientifi c teachings and follow the religious rituals and practices which are easy. They are attracted to the systems of the markets and have new glamour gods to worship. Ours is an ancient practice and it is tough to follow our codes and teachings. But none can undermine our contribution.

The best time to meditate, when the doctor is tongue tied.

The doctor always prescribes the approximate, for there aren't any set of perfect treatments for diseases.

The Only mattered to him.Iconoclasm.

Thinking is the oil which lubricates the action we undertake.

This business of love is one hell of a commerce of emotion. Tear bucks.

Togetherness is the greatest stoning ..relations, the best snuff.

Two conclusions follow, die a death, live a death.

What are we but the some total of our habits and lifestyle.

When the wound is fresh it hurts, more so when you are reminded to the hurt time and again

While in England write or get wrought rotten rusted.

Who was it who said something about the Indians being argumentative, good soul, let him come to Haridwar and meet this bunch. Good for him too, if he adapts with age; for if after fifty you don't live the aspirations of the young, go away. Who needs spectacle snails salivating on the Soma of youth?

Why love has to intense? Women's love isn't. It is a male contribution to a relationship. What does a woman contribute? Children continuity- intentional immortality.

Why one enjoys maternal grandparents more than the paternal ones, i have never understood, but it was like that for me.

Yes you can be a time traveler, journeying to various lokas. You have such powers. Without travelling you can reach far fl ung places. Through telepathy you can know communicate with people living in far off places and through transfer of energy you can travel. As for your question regarding your not knowing about your own powers, then all I can say is that you have never explored yourself. Go on and fi nd out what your role is in the scheme of things of the almighty. Then only can you be at peace with yourself. We have been monitoring your progress from the day you were born and we have found certain inherent talents in you which can help us in our hour of crisis. Yamini how many of us know our true potential? This is the reason that we need people who tell us about our own skills and knowledge.’ the priest explained in detail.

Yoga subsumes all; God, religion, and philosophy.