Kichu - The Perfect nincompoop

Sanātana Ḍharma Most Organized Eternal Way Of Life सत्यं ब्रूयात् प्रियं ब्रूयान्न ब्रूयात् सत्यमप्रियम् । प्रियं च नानृतं ब्रूयादेष धर्मः सनातनः ॥ १३८ ॥ satyaṃ brūyāt priyaṃ brūyānna brūyāt satyamapriyam | priyaṃ ca nānṛtaṃ brūyādeṣa dharmaḥ sanātanaḥ || 138 || He shall say what is true; and he shall say what is agreeable; he shall not say what is true,  but disagreeable; nor shall he say what is agreeable, but untrue; this is the eternal law. —(Manusmriti  - 138) Sanatana = eternal, Dharma has no equivalent word in any language (English included) Sanatana-dharma – duties which take into account the person’s spiritual (constitutional) identity as atman and are thus the same for everyone. Sanatana-dharma refers to “the eternal law” which is universal. Dharma is sometimes translated as ‘religion’ but that is not exactly the meaning. Dharma actually means ‘that which one cannot give up’ and ‘that which is inseparable from oneself’. The warmth of fire is inseparable from fire; th...

  आकाषात् पतितं तोयं यथा गच्छति सागरम् | सर्व देव नमस्कारः केशवं प्रति गच्छति || AkAshAt patitam tOyam yathA gacchati sAgaram | sarva dEva namaskArah kEshavam pratigacchati || Interpretations: Literal meaning: As all the raindrops falling from the sky ultimately meet their end in the ocean, the worship of any divine God ultimately reaches the one Supreme Lord. Interpretation 1: Like the raindrops falling on the earth ultimately merge with the sea, all of us have emerged from the divine and will one day revert to him.

The still & heavy darkness shrouded the earth. Far away in the horizon the gloomy rain clouds pregnant with a rain – gliding lazily through the skies. The lovely Moon not to be seen around. The oceans roaring and lashing the shore with its violent waves: for the sins committed in the broad day light. The twitter of the night bird: the glow of the fireflies, the night breeze on the reeds, the strange scents of the grass seed and the silence struggling to take command. The occasional clasps of thunder tearing the skies, with lightening lighting burning the darkness away. The listless soul – wandering on, with nothing to do and nothing done, driven by destiny, like a dry leaf blown by the wind Nowhere to go, nothing to do, no one to befriend - and all alone Balakrishna Gopinath

Staring at the ceiling Lying on the bed The hum of the fan and the tormenting sound of one's own breath listlessly lying as the endless seconds tick,  the lethargic eternity, and a seemingly stagnated run of time the lifeless being lies still on seemingly endless life support  The hapless soul lies there still and lost The eternal run infusion drip  The monitoring screen on the other side At the far corner on the narrow hospital bench Sat a figure frail, exhausted, and scared. On the bed lies her eternal source of happiness, aspirations, and all  The doctors and ward staff come and go  donned in uniform and a drab unconcerned look added to it a very artificial put-on smile, On their rounds and checks on the frail figure on the bed Readings and observations and medications too. The figure in the corner looks up at them   with anxious eyes and endless expectations But all that is there is a smile and a nod and a few jargons of apo...

The vassals of immense vanity donned and disguised in attires of purity  to cleverly mask their true ugly identity  Under the mask of puritan looks quoting and chanting the holy books hidden are the cruel and barbaric men tearing apart the very beautiful fabric of life dipping it in the doomed colours of malice and spite igniting and fanning wars of intolerance and hate  Making mighty walls of faith raking up conflict contrast and hate creating cults, creeds, and groups feeding on the gullible insatiable human greed creating divisions by caste and creed make the best of the human vulnerable    

 The Sky was raining vengeance and wrath, The bows, spears, maces, all in haste, To wound, to kill demolish and destroy. The heavy crash and clank of weapons, The Battle cries, and cries of pain, The animals added their trumpets and neighs. While all that was alive battled on,  With might, vigor standing ground,  the wounded and killed lay all around.  On the ground shrouded in gloom. lay scattered mutilated human forms, listless dead, and half-dead corpses. Streams of blood and clotted pools, Vultures, hyenas, foxes, and even rats, Biting, gnawing, and chewing on the rotting flesh on bones. Fathers and mothers who lost their sons, Wife's who lost their husbands, Children who lost their parents too. Searching among the scattered flesh,  trying to find and match body parts. of the last remains of the beloved ones, Standing on the battlefield seeing all this, The emperor - suddenly was all alone and fully lost,  No men, no weapons,  no formations there, ...

 The land of thieves' slaves and treacherous Bandit brutes from the west!!  The rogues and scoundrels Nothing but haughty tramps The nasty beastly hoard from the west Sailed the seas to plunder the east  Finders' keepers Loser's weepers Say petty thieves and pickpockets They display the booty on their royal crowns With no shame or the slightest qualms They walk in pride decked in loot From the very crown to the boot  Shameless wanton and proud display Of the looted wealth from far and away The land where the sun never sets, they say Because the sun too, is scared that they may steal him away

  Water and fire are fiercest enemies But victory is based on the position and the volume of each,  at the time and point of engagement !!!

Death is a mystic Death is a mystic whom everyone knows and everyone knows not too but certainly, death will for you one day come Walking in from nowhere or when expected least and walking away when expected most wanted or unwanted its entry is for sure Some are scared, some are not Some are there who want to dare  Some others out there prefer not to talk  Some die on their beds, at home some die in faraway lands unknown  Some on the sands, some on the shores Some in the water or in the skies  some on the rocks, others die doing their jobs But all die that's for certain and sure   After death, the rituals, the mourning and all then the corpse is buried or burned the crowd will disperse and dissolve but the memories linger to deliver pain The near and dear will live on with flashes and fragments of memories of the gone slowly as the time passes on The person departed and all the memories are gone the muted past a vague memory hazy remembrances of the d...

  The still & heavy darkness shrouded the earth. Far away on the horizon the gloomy rain clouds pregnant with a rain – glid lazily through the skies. The lovely Moon is not to be seen around. The oceans roaring and lashing the shore with its violent waves: for the sins committed in the broad daylight. The twitter of the night bird: the glow of the fireflies, the night breeze on the reeds, the strange scents of the grass seed, and the silence struggling to take command. The occasional clasps of thunder tearing the skies, with lightning lighting burning the darkness away. The listless soul – wandering on, with nothing to do and nothing done, driven by destiny, like a dry leaf blown by the wind Nowhere to, nothing to do, no one to befriend - and all alone Balakrishna Gopinath