Abstract Thoughts

[little-self]

Every aspect has its inherent qualities of good and bad. Like brightness of a day and darkness of a night. We know, it is because of the position of earth towards the sun resulting in distinction of day or night. But going beyond the sphere of the earth, there exists only brightness. So as long as we are in the grip of our senses, we have the sense of good or bad, but when dawn of knowledge awakens within us, we go beyond the realm of the mind; good and bad aspects lose their bearing. Everything appears in its original (normal) form.
Explaining it in a day to day vocabulary, whatever is done for the benefit of others, without any personal motive attached is good. And that which is done for our selfish motive is bad.

[little-self]

Forget about God, concentrate only on yourself. For your realization do you need a place of worship! Billion and billions of rupees have been spent on building places of worship in this country. For centuries country men of this nation had been investing their fortunes in building temples which every invader ransacked and looted. If only they had avoided this colossal waste which ultimately filled the coffers of the invaders and instead invested that wealth for the betterment of its people no invader would have dared to attack and loot this country. But despite this all, ignorant people of this country willfully wasted their resources in the restoration of temples rather than in the building of the Nation. This country had vast resources but religious heads amassed them in temples for their selfish gains by exploiting the common folks. These religious heads became so powerful that they created their own chiefdoms and ruled like kings. Their exploitation of poor was so systematic that they installed religious regimentation by way of ritualism in every sphere of their lives. Right from birth to death services of priests were needed to perform religious rites. Fear of death, calamity, misfortunes, and sorrows were the basic tools and they (Priests) devised rituals for their own amelioration. By this way their grip on their people was complete. They exploited them, from birth to death, not only their grains, free services and wealth but their lives also. People not only surrendered their hard earned grains for the temples but fought for their defense against every invader. None fought against the defense of this country.
Had these resources been utilized in improving the lot of the poor people of this country, it would have ushered in an affluent society and a wealthy country.

[little-self]

of the 83, 99,999 species of living beings, only man eats cooked food. Please note, when I use the word ‘man’ it includes woman, of course. Also we eat meat of living beings. It is unnatural to eat cooked food and kill animals and eat them. It was natural to eat meat, when man was evolving from animal state but when he has come of age after living through so many civilizations, matured through as many cultures, is it wise for him to behave like animals? At least, we must imitate animals and eat not to gorge our bellies and satisfy our palates but to just sustain them.
Our tongue is the most important step in the advancement of man, in his journey to realization. It has two functions to discharge. It tastes and talks. For its tastes, it impels man (or it is the mind that does the dictating) to place before it scores of courses of food. Highly qualified chefs are engaged to prepare delicious dishes, extravagantly decorated on vast dining tables. For a table of four, nearly a fortune is spent, enough for a poor family to live on for a year. But to what purpose, all this labor when all that is eaten shall be out of the body as waste, whose smell its producer cannot stand? Too much eating is also harmful for the upkeep of the body. It ushers in many desires. Gluttons live not long. Moreover, it keeps the man in the shackles of sense organs. It breeds negative (Tamasic) tendencies. No glutton has ever made into a genius or a master. So, we should take food according to necessity, only to satisfy our hunger of bodies, not quench the inexhaustible hunger of taste.
The second function of tongue is the faculty of talk. The original purpose of speech was to communicate our needs and share our experiences. We graduated from sign language to talk and to present day languages. We shall discuss about the evolution from sound to scripts, later. Now we shall confine ourselves to its physical functions only. Now we go on talking and talking, blabbering out meaningless talk, which has no relevance to our existence. We have devalued its significance and use it simply to mesmerize others. It was meant to convey the beauty in the symphony of nature. Sweetness was it nature and sweet, musical words should come from it in place of vulgar vocabulary. We should talk less and listen more. We are basically, learners. No one has mastered the nature, so what is there to talk. Even Masters, who are aware, use it very wisely. They know it tarnishes the language of their thoughts. They communicate in subtle ways for they know human vocabulary is incomplete to express nature and it also wastes precious energy. To preserve energy and to prevent quarrels, embarrassment, spreading of ignorance, it should be used minimally only to convey what is most essential, not to impress others.

[little-self]

Eyes are mere organs. They can only see but cannot react. It is the faculty of sight in them that makes them see, so is the sense of sight that observes but is also cannot have pleasure as it lacks qualities of discrimination. Sight itself is incapable to decide whether a scene or an object is pleasing or displeasing. It is again the mind that enjoys the pleasure. In food also, it was the mind not the tongue that enjoys. Eyes and tongue have their reactions: Eyes react to all the elements, wind, cold, heat, water, etc. and they flutter accordingly. These are biological reactions which do not induce pleasure.
In food also when we eat some dish, tongue only tastes its sweetness/sourness and immediately sends message to the brain. Mind discriminates the tastes and decides which dish the most was deliciously prepared. It is the mind that does the comparison and develops its standards. It is the mind that impels sense of smell and taste and induces watering of the tongue.
Some way ears, nose, hands are also discharging the functions of the body. Their faculties of hearing, smell and touch are the communicating tools of the mind. You take away the mind; the bearer is immediately bereft of his friends. A fool though, tastes, smells, hears, touches and sees but he does not enjoy and discriminate their fruits. He does not derive pleasure out of them.
Whenever our sense organs discharge any act, their subtle bodies (senses) convey their experiences to the brain which stores all data collected through sense organs. It is the mind that does the comparison and sets it definition of pleasure.It is the mind that seeks pleasure, sense organs or senses play the role of tools/observation only!

[little-self]

Repeat

[little-self]

But alas nothing is changed even now! In place of priests, political lords have taken over this country and in the name of socialism they are fleecing the poor and filling their own coffers. Goons, ruffians are ruling today. They are feeding the poor with tall slogans but in return are erecting tall buildings for themselves by swindling the national resources and massive foreign aid. (Till the early nineties India needed massive foreign aid but only a pittance came-by but with a lot of strings)
For the last two thousand years India’s society has been ruthlessly fleeced by its own people, whether in the garb of priests or politicians or by foreign invaders by exploiting its major weakness of religion. Religion has been the cause of its downfall. If it were to resurrect itself again, it shall have to forego its religious inheritance and adopt the western system otherwise it is doomed.
‘Master, if religion were to go, what would replace it?’
‘The ‘Reality’ my dear child!’ was the calm reply of the Master.

[little-self]

Story part Culled from "Quest In Reality"
It was late evening. Shadows of trees had blended with the darkness of the impending night. Sound of creepers was chilled by the occasional howls of jackals. The surroundings had completely been enveloped by the darkness of night but the cascading water of the river was breaking its spell of weirdness.
Suddenly sounds of barking dogs were rapidly approaching the river. A group of nude women, each holding the leash of a dog encircled an object lying, half-submerged in the stream water.
‘Girls stay away; let me see what the trouble is with this gent!
A full-grown woman, her hair cascading to her hips was giving orders to the group. Obviously she was the leader of the group.
‘But Mam, why are you trying to spoil our night bath. Dark nights come after such a pretty long time! Let the ‘bast …d’ enjoy his night cap…’
‘No, you do what I say. The poor man may be dead! You can all go. Have your fun and reach the estate. But don’t pinch your lips.
She watches the group of twelve young girls, all in late teens, disappearing in the dark woods. They were not the only ones in hurry; even dogs were straining their leashes to leave the place,
She patted her favorites dog Sultana, a pure Doberman. They both overturned the man, who was lying on his stomach with his lower body in the water. She felt for his pulse.
Good God, he is alive! Here Sultana, nudge the guy and give me a helping hand, we must carry him home. She started massaging his chest, his numb hands, after she had taken out his heavy body to the riverbank. Ten minutes body heat revived the half-chilled man and he opened his eyes. He tried to speak. His lips moved but no voice came out.
‘Now try to stand on your legs. You are o.k. don’t worry. You are in safe hands. Here give me your hand and try to move. My house is nearby, be a sport and make a try. Bravo, you are my real man. I am sure, you will make it’. All the time she was bucking his spirits. The man was quite lost. He seemed quite oblivious of his surroundings.
Had he been in his senses, he might have come to know the woman on whose slender but strong shoulders, he was putting his hand, the right arm he had woven around her slim waste, was the most beautiful women of her times. Her body charms were a craze in the manly world .She was the most sought after women and there were men, wealthy men, who were ready to squander their fortune in return of her favors.
But she had forsaken their world and settled in the woods. She had built her retreat in a small valley; Forty Kilometers away from Kulu (Himachal Pradesh. India), in the direction of Inner Seraj, she had bought a small valley including the hills surrounding her privacy. No road or a pathway pierced her valley. So, she was living a life of complete isolation. To the outside world she had become a legend in her early twenties.
At nineteen, While still a final year student of M.A. (Philosophy), She was crowned Miss Universe. The glare of her popularity broke her Indian bonds and she became the hottest model of her times. She first posed for Playboy and later became the Revlon model earning 1million pounds a year on contract. She pulled in more than 50000 pounds a year on other assignment. She was the most beautiful model with the body statistics, 5’9” tall and a cool 34”24”35”where it mattered.
She was highly conscious of her beauty and she exploited the charms of her vitals to the maximum limits and extracted the highest price for their exposure. She went to the extremes to out-sex and out-sell other rivals in the trade.
But she had her grey cells too. Being constantly under the blaze of lights, her nude body, though sent thrills into the male bodies, began to give her sleepless nights. She had completely lost her freedom. She was made to wear tailor-made clothes, cosmetics; even the wave of her limbs was controlled by the cameraman. Except during sleep, her entire life was lived on the whims of others. The only property, which earned her a fortune, her body, was handled in merciless manners. She often felt herself an animal on auction. Her pent up feelings mostly found a release in strange beds and she was left with morning hang-ups. She felt nausea on each night out.
She had dated with many matinee idols but her excursions with them proved most tasteless and afterward she always felt shallow inside. Before each meeting, she felt dizzy heights but her experience in bed rewarded her bitter longing in her body.
Day and night, she was obsessed with the body. Her trade was her body and to keep up her price, she kept it fit by spending hours in gyms, saloons, water pools and health clubs. Living in its care she had completely been obsessed by it. In her thought, only her body existed. And she amassed a fortune on its account. She got everything out of it except body love. She was ever hungry and was ever in the look out of satisfying its demands.cont........

[little-self]

Thought she had become immune to the hungry looks of her admirers but in the privacy of her bedrooms, she felt lonely and yearned for a powerful hold of her body by the loving hands of a lover.
After five years in the States, she packed up. She might have been unwise in the selection of her lovers but was shrewd in her investments, which paid her rich dividends, at the time her departure to India. She also knew when to quit. As soon as she got whiff that her graph showed downward rating she immediately decided to renounce her flood-lit life and seek the regions of pleasures and she could afford now to choose her lovers, at her own leisure.
She brought the man, still in half-coma state to her home. She laid him in one of her guest rooms. The girls had not as yet returned. She took off his sagging clothes and covered him with blankets and put the heaters on.
After half-an-hour when the girls had been ushered in their rooms, she brought a hot cup of coffee for the man.
She uncovered his nakedness and gasped at what she saw. Here was the real man, after all! Such a handsome symbol of man, she had not dreamed of even! Even in sleep, he looked wonderful and she could not resist fondling him. She caressed his whole body and leisured him mouthfuls. He stirred with the warmth of a warm body and stared blankly.
‘Here, drink a hot cup of coffee, you will feel better’. She raised him supporting his neck with her left arm. While he was sipping coffee, she was appraising his beauty
He just stared blankly but she could not resist the pent up lava of her feelings which she had suppressed for the last five years. She surrendered herself to her passions and took him in her arms. Her warm caresses revived his body and he willingly yielded to her demands. She reached the heights of passion, hence unknown to her, and cried loudly in ecstasy. But she was going and going with no holds barred and was trying to fill her with all the lost moments of her life, just in one go. She never had achieved orgasms of this intensity earlier in her life; as such this experience was novel for her. Out of exhaustion she lay in his arms.
Hearing her cries, girls had crowded before her door but seeing their madam happy in the game of love, they left. But she was unaware of their presence or departure.
………….


Three days complete rest recouped him and again he was roaming the woods but always in the company of two guards; a pair of pet Doberman, which never let him cross the boundary wall of wires. He was completely free but always watched. It was unnecessary as he himself was lost to the outside world. His world had been confined to the Kamani Estates. He had vainly tried to locate his bearings but to no avail. It was one way affair. While he was searching his identity in the smoke of his mind, Kmani was passionately laboring his body. Of one thing, though, he became aware that he had a responsive body and it was also actively, associating in the classic techniques Kamani was discovering on it.
Now, while sitting in the shades of plants, he was assessing his personality. He was of robust built, fair in complexion possessing a knowledgeable mind. He could remember enormous glossary of names relating to almost all the classics and their masters. He was satisfied about his learning past. But he could not place the identity to which it belonged because he was convinced; his past identity seemed fairly learned and wide based. There was not a subject, he was not aware of now Rather, he could talk for hours together with Kamani and her girls. All of them were trained in one discipline or another. He felt at home while in discussion with each of them.
‘Have you recalled your past’? Kamani enquired while sitting near him. He had noticed her coming. She was wearing see through swimming panties. She was s gorgeous woman, with long flowing hair, veiling a most beautiful body. He simply loved her body. He was so much enamored of it, he could never resist her approaches, which invariably she initiated, and not that he needed any prompting.
‘Frankly, I am a lost man. I seem to possess every faculty of my past except my memory relating to my previous life’s identity. He had a big frown on his big face which was a painful reminder to Kamani as if he was not happy with her environs and was trying to dig out his past to escape his present.
‘Tell me honestly, am I living in my past or in a conscious dream world? How old do I look to you?
‘Please don’t strain your brain, it is not good. About your age, I can’t guess. Sometimes you look in your thirties but while happy in my embrace, you appear only somewhere near twenty five …’ She led him to the jumping board, for a graceful dive in the cold waters cascading down from icy hill tops.

[little-self]

Kamani had chosen a good spot. It was a closed valley, far off from the city life. Even mountain people had inhibition to niche their paths through this valley. It was forbidden area and they had numerous tales to tell about their missing goats, cows and even little children. Often their young girls were not spared and they found them laden with unknown spirits if they happened to cross this valley. All of them knew it was a ghost valley.
All this suited to Kamani, who for her experiments needed this type of a lonely spot.
One night after a vigorous walks in the woods in nude, except for a stiletto tagged along the dog leash, Kamani and the ‘man’ whom she had nicknamed as Dev, were lying in contended half-sleep after passing through ecstatic levels of passions.
‘Kamani I know you are not a witch or weird, nor a lunatic despot. You are on to something; perhaps that something is an extension of your ‘idea’ leading to achievement of human happiness through the practical means of blossoming (activating) the senses to their optimum levels. I can also observe that sex is not an important factor in your ‘philosophy’ but simply the last post, from where you want to jump in the realm of your state.
‘Dev, you have guessed rightly. Human senses are the key to happiness. Mere indulging in sensual bouts leads to disruption of lives, un-fulfillment of desire mar relationship and is the major cause of human afflictions that has brought so much misery to us that we are unable to function as normal human being. Cultural disintegrations, wars, genocide, rape, torture, corruption, all this is because of absence of happiness in our lives. We are told, human body is the epitome of evolution and it has come to us, passing through endless destruction of matter. Naturally, their affects have passed on to us. I want to devise methodology by which we could use these very ‘affects’ for our betterment. Psychiatrists tell us mind is the root cause of our present conditions. And if mind is in balance we can live normal lives. As mind is composed of the ‘data’ fed by our senses, indicates that whatever is fed to the mind is not balanced; meaning incomplete or distorted ‘data’ has been sent. So why not correct the very source of mind! I mean the senses. If we could somehow clean the sieves which let through only distorted view of the world and make our senses completely free of clogs in their sieves, which block the inflow/outflow of energy (electricity), the results would be wonderful!
‘How do you propose to accomplish this delicate ‘experiment’ of yours? Your hypothesis, on the face of it, looks viable’. He wanted to encourage her.
‘It is a long experiment. I have divided it into two parts. The first part involves only the girls and in second stage, I become the medium. My main theory is based on the electrical-current that originates from spinal cord and passes on to all the organs via nerves to muscles. As electricity has two qualities of ‘positive’ and ‘negative’ thus entire body is divided in nine poles of positive, negative and neutral; head (including forehead) diaphragm (including upper parts of both hands) thighs form position zones; collarbones to upper lip, pelvic and including wrist area of both hands are zones of negative (current). Upper lip to eyebrows, navel, knees to ankles, fall in neutral zones; feet are the negative pole of the brain.
What I am working on, is quite simple. I am activating the muscles to their optimum level, by passing through them energy, under controlled conditions and maintaining the body temperature at 110 degree Fahrenheit.’
‘Kamani, are you really doing it?
‘Dev, I have already completed the first part of my experiment. All the girls have been able to absorb 110 F. You should not underestimate my girls. My experiments have revived their youth and now they all look in their teens, whereas they are in the age group of late twenties …
‘How have you been able to achieve these fantastic results? Sorry, for interruption.
‘But Dev, you have become serious by lying limp. Give me a little praise by appreciating my beauty which is yearning to your sensual touch. A little probing and I will be, on to my lecture again. But dear me, don’t get up, be besides me.
‘A marvel of physical sciences, I pay my compliments to you and offer the services of my humble body to the fulfillment of your desires. My body matters not before the charms of your luscious zones. Pray, don’t devour me, my past is already lost, present may not be drowned in you.’
‘Dev, your real charm lies in your simplicity. Dressed, you look sloppy, indifferent and common place. But in natural dress, you are devastatingly adorable. Similarly, when mum, you give the impression of a simpleton but you have the sharpest mind if involved in any discussion. No interruption now please. I will continue my dialogue but I warn you I will stop the moment you stop … Dev, one day I will overwhelm you’.

[little-self]

Dev thought she was a strange woman. Whole day she was busy and performing the chores of her vast estates. Sometimes she would go to the woods for three-four hours. She was impeccably dressed, in simple but elegant manner. She seemed devoid of emotions. But her passions overtook her and she willingly surrendered before them. Or she was using him as one of the tools in her laboratory of experiments. Whatever it was, she looked earnestly dedicated to her cause and systematically was pursuing it. She was not a scientist but a genius in the research of physical perfection.
‘Ah, you are sliding away; keep your mind on me.’ She lightly kissed him and continued again …’
‘As I was telling my girls are not ordinary human beings. Each one had achieved laurels, in her profession. They are the cream of the world, in beauty, brain and sensual accomplishments. They are extraordinarily more developed in the faculty of their senses. Their powers of smell, taste, hearing, sight and touch are ten times clearer than the best in the world. I could pick only twelve women from all over the world. But one thing is common in all of them: none is competent in more than two faculties. Not any two are similar. Out of these ten girls are novices who have undergone the first part of my experiment and the remaining two, which you might have observed by the reddish outfits, are the seniors who are rather my co-sharers. They were the best in their respective disciplines.
For the last one year, I have been slowly and slowly injecting in them, under the trained supervision of my partners, dozes of energy till their bodies were able to stand the temperature of 110 F. Now all the ten are able to maintain this level of temperature for the duration of three to five minutes. In the remaining two months of their first year course, they shall be able to enhance their duration to twelve minutes and that is their limit. After that not only they will live for over hundred years but shall be able to keep the same looks and personality provided they don’t overstep their regimentation …’
‘But how you figure in all this?’ She immediately kissed him fully in the mouth to shut him up.
‘Don’t hurt me. She whispered over his full lips. All of sudden she whimpered in his arms and there was quiet in the room.
Her house, a mansion was not only built aesthetically but seemed a part of the natural surroundings. Though, there were modern gadgets fitted everywhere but the inhabitants did not use them. They were living in natural way. No use of fuel, no electricity, no firewood, absolutely no use of modern facilities. No modern furniture, floors were covered with thick Persian carpets, locally made workable furniture, very sparsely utilized. Only hand-loom cloth was used for curtains, bed sheets and other utilities. There was no kitchen in the house, so use of fuel was out of the question. No cooked food was prepared nor eaten. They were all living on roots, and fruits, grown in the estate. Even dogs were vegetarian.
But for a guest, there was every imaginable luxury in the house. They had their own generation of electricity, from a small dam built on the river, streaming nearby.
Kamani was really on to something serious and the way it looked to Dev, a startling discovery was waiting for the outside world, about which he was unaware.
‘Kamani how is the outside world, if there really exist one?’

[little-self]

‘O.K., I will show a sample of it, right now. So saying she took him to a dark room which looked like an auditorium, reclining chairs were arranged facing a big screen. While entering the room she switched on a few buttons in the backroom. Live pictures came on the screen, sequence-wise. A glassy pent-house in Copenhagen (Sweden): A competition is on for a record of maximum duration of copulation. A live telecast being relayed to whole world by a network of television cameras. Eight couples unknown to each other were taking part. At last, a boy from England, a girl from Paris won by registering time duration of four hours, nineteen minutes. Kamani was acting as commentator. (A real episode)
Another scene; ‘An Inn outside Paris’
A woman alights from a big car, goes in, and pays some money to the man on the counter. He takes her to a room. She is blindfolded with a black ribbon (untying from her hair) and lies down on a cushioned sliding bench. Seven naked men enter and start caressing her body three on each side and the fourth standing at her feet. One by one, each one of them 'service' her body. As the positions are changing, the tempo of caressing, massaging goes a little wild till it reaches a level where instead of gentleness in their touches, roughness is gaining ground. A height is reached when the participants are torturing her with their strong and, gnawing teeth and merciless jerks. She is screaming and screaming but the game does not stop, nor does she want them to stop. Suddenly, she goes limp and lights are put off in the room of the inn. (A real scene but intentionally depicted in brief)
‘Please stop. I can’t bear it. I am feeling sick, where is the bathroom.’ He goes out running with nausea catching him before he enters the toilet.
His head was terribly aching but the vomiting would not stop. Kamani was lightly slapping his back. Massaging his abdomen after he had kicked out everything in him, he controlled his guts and followed Kamani to the room.
‘I warned you not to bother of the outside world. All has gone topsturvy. Sex, money, cruelty, corruption, unhealthy competition, that is the by-word of society everywhere. Forget about the world for the time being at least, till you recover yourself and are ready to face it with the instruments you had developed in your past life and with their help and use, you could face it boldly or could adjust with it. But now you have lost the use of your tools by the loss of memory. So you are not ready yet. Relax and enjoy the nature. Sleep now, I will bring your dinner later or you would rather join us in the lounge.
He nodded and she bid him speedy recovery.
‘Ah, you are sliding away; keep your mind on me.’ She lightly kissed him and continued again …’
‘As I was telling my girls are not ordinary human beings. Each one had achieved laurels, in her profession. They are the cream of the world, in beauty, brain and sensual accomplishments. They are extraordinarily more developed in the faculty of their senses. Their powers of smell, taste, hearing, sight and touch are ten times clearer than the best in the world. I could pick only twelve women from all over the world. But one thing is common in all of them: none is competent in more than two faculties. Not any two are similar. Out of these ten girls are novices who have undergone the first part of my experiment and the remaining two, which you might have observed by the reddish outfits, are the seniors who are rather my co-sharers. They were the best in their respective disciplines.
For the last one year, I have been slowly and slowly injecting in them, under the trained supervision of my partners, dozes of energy till their bodies were able to stand the temperature of 110 F. Now all the ten are able to maintain this level of temperature for the duration of three to five minutes. In the remaining two months of their first year course, they shall be able to enhance their duration to twelve minutes and that is their limit. After that not only they will live for over hundred years but shall be able to keep the same looks and personality provided they don’t overstep their regimentation …’
‘But how you figure in all this?’ She immediately kissed him fully in the mouth to shut him up.
‘Don’t hurt me. She whispered over his full lips. All of sudden she whimpered in his arms and there was quiet in the room.
Her house, a mansion was not only built aesthetically but seemed a part of the natural surroundings. Though, there were modern gadgets fitted everywhere but the inhabitants did not use them. They were living in natural way. No use of fuel, no electricity, no firewood, absolutely no use of modern facilities. No modern furniture, floors were covered with thick Persian carpets, locally made workable furniture, very sparsely utilized. Only hand-loom cloth was used for curtains, bed sheets and other utilities. There was no kitchen in the house, so use of fuel was out of the question. No cooked food was prepared nor eaten. They were all living on roots, and fruits, grown in the estate. Even dogs were vegetarian!

[little-self]

But for a guest, there was every imaginable luxury in the house. They had their own generation of electricity, from a small dam built on the river, streaming nearby.
Kamani was really on to something serious and the way it looked to Dev, a startling discovery was waiting for the outside world, about which he was unaware.
‘Kamani how is the outside world, if there really exist one?’
‘O.K., I will show a sample of it, right now. So saying she took him to a dark room which looked like an auditorium, reclining chairs were arranged facing a big screen. While entering the room she switched on a few buttons in the backroom. Live pictures came on the screen, sequence-wise. A glassy pent-house in Copenhagen (Sweden): A competition is on for a record of maximum duration of copulation. A live telecast being relayed to whole world by a network of television cameras. Eight couples unknown to each other were taking part. At last, a boy from England, a girl from Paris won by registering time duration of four hours, nineteen minutes. Kamani was acting as commentator. (A real episode)
Another scene; ‘An Inn outside Paris’
A woman alights from a big car, goes in, and pays some money to the man on the counter. He takes her to a room. She is blindfolded with a black ribbon (untying from her hair) and lies down on a cushioned sliding bench. Seven naked men enter and start caressing her body three on each side and the fourth standing at her feet. One by one, each one of them 'service' her body. As the positions are changing, the tempo of caressing, massaging goes a little wild till it reaches a level where instead of gentleness in their touches, roughness is gaining ground. A height is reached when the participants are torturing her with their strong and, gnawing teeth and merciless jerks. She is screaming and screaming but the game does not stop, nor does she want them to stop. Suddenly, she goes limp and lights are put off in the room of the inn. (A real scene but intentionally depicted in brief)
‘Please stop. I can’t bear it. I am feeling sick, where is the bathroom.’ He goes out running with nausea catching him before he enters the toilet.
His head was terribly aching but the vomiting would not stop. Kamani was lightly slapping his back. Massaging his abdomen after he had kicked out everything in him, he controlled his guts and followed Kamani to the room.
‘I warned you not to bother of the outside world. All has gone topsturvy. Sex, money, cruelty, corruption, unhealthy competition, that is the by-word of society everywhere. Forget about the world for the time being at least, till you recover yourself and are ready to face it with the instruments you had developed in your past life and with their help and use, you could face it boldly or could adjust with it. But now you have lost the use of your tools by the loss of memory. So you are not ready yet. Relax and enjoy the nature. Sleep now, I will bring your dinner later or you would rather join us in the lounge.
He nodded and she bid him speedy recovery.

[little-self]

Exactly at 4.00 P.M. there was a sound of bell for dinner. Any serious activity in the house, starting from dinner onward was undertaken in natural way, so he too took off his clothes and proceeded to dinner. All were sitting cross legged on a thick carpet and in the center, were several trays of food stacked with fruits, salads and different kinds of roots. There was no distinction among them. Quality, sincerity, helpfulness, was the behaviors conspicuously displayed in their manners. There bodies were beautiful. It was difficult to put them in grades. Each one seemed to come out of the walls of Khajuraho (a place in India, where all the temples----built during 8th to 12th century AD----are adorned with nude sculptures). The scene was too real to believe.
All turned their eyes towards the incoming guest. They were beholding him the first time in natural attire, like them. His credentials were unbelievable to them. They had seen many contests of Mr. Universe but this specimen of manhood was unique. Some whistled, some groaned and others simply stared in disbelief and wonder.
‘Madam, your find is wonderful, really a gem of a man. Please don’t be selfish, let us have him sometimes.’
‘He is all yours. Have a go’. Before she could complete here sentence, all had encircled him and were kissing, caressing him, hungrily. But he seemed oblivious to their charms and was looking at Kamani, with loving glances.
‘O.K. girls you have had me enough, now to your meals. My recent experience with the world without has cooled my spirits. We can make our deal some other time.’ He was jokingly stalling them. But there was firmness in his behavior. They all got the message and let him free.
There was snowing outside. First time he noticed that the walls of the mansion were built with thick sheets of glass. Even the roof had been insulated. That is why, the inside temperature always remained around 25C.
While all had gone, he asked Kamani.
‘Please tell me if it is a fact that all of them have been through the body temperature at 1100 F.
‘Come with me.’ She led him to a spacious room which looked like a sleeping room, spaced with large beds, comfortably cushioned with stylish foams. Each bed could accommodate two occupants. Hanging in middle of each bed, were strange looking rods, as if for support. They were connected to a long range of machines fitted with electronic meters. On the side of each bed was place a computer, linked to the machines.
Kamani pressed some buttons on the machine and lay straight on the bed, nearest to door wall. She held the rods hanging above her chest and again pressed a button camouflaged in each rod. She felt a small jerk and immediately her body began to shine. Quickly she became red. Even her auburn hair turned red.
‘Now touch me’ she commanded.
He slowly touched her shoulder and in a split second he was lifted off his feet and smashed against the wall behind him. Quick reflexes saved him.
He again came near and began to touch her face. He began to kiss her. But she warned him through her looks.
‘Read the temperature of my body in that computer!’
He took the reading of 110 degree F.
‘Fantastic, my dear angel Kamani’! Saying he kissed her sensual lips but again was pushed back to the wall. But this time he was prepared. When he got up, Kamani was facing him.
‘O.K. you have burnt your lips, let me see your fingers. Oh, these are also burnt. I am sorry you had to go through it. But it was necessary to win your faith. Come on let me balm your blisters’. She put him on the same bed and was lovingly applying the balm of her saliva. He was enjoying the warmth of her body as if it had come direct from the oven. He loved her more.
‘Kamani, this could be fatal by absorbing so much energy in such a short time.
‘My prince charming, you provoked me …’

[little-self]

There are thinkers; they give the best that an intellect can contribute, but of what avail! Idealism in practical life is zero without precept---thought, word and deed! We preach Vedanta being in gross-conscious---to those who are in gross-conscious; we teach others theoretical philosophy of universal-oneness, while being in multiplicity; we prescribe panacea for all human sufferings with heart rending feelings but with no powers to discharge! Alas if words could alleviate the suffering, scriptures could have done the job long-long time ago! Love&regards
Ps addressed to none

[little-self]

‘But what is your source of energy, though you have one huge generator which is hardly in use.
‘Perhaps you have not gone to the roof top. It has been converted into one large reflector. It is so powerful that it catches the sun rays even during snow-fall. I have also big solar batteries which can store enough solar energy to last for a month. Now come on with me I shall show the preliminary experiment room which is your next question.’
‘How did you know? I was, exactly going to ask you that.’
‘Dev, there are many things, I know but you are not aware, come on.’ Taking his hand, she led him to the adjacent room. The room seemed to have an entry door but its outer wall was of transparent glass. Inside the room, there was red smoky atmosphere. In its glow he gradually saw ten reclining large benches, well cushioned with red colored foam. On them were lying ten girls nude. Strangely, their vital organs were shining brightly. Not one of them noticed their presence but remained lost in their siesta.
‘You have noticed unlike me, they are absorbing solar energy very gradually. All their vital organs are being watched by my colleagues in the next room on computers. In case of slightest variation, in any organ of any girl is noticed the doze of energy is decreased. But presently, all of them have attained required level of absorption. The bright shining you are noticing is the visible proof of the success of my experiment. Their organs now are in perfect condition and their functioning level is above normal. The girls may look like others but definitely they are an alien lot, for their perceptual faculties are extraordinary.
‘But where all this labor leads to? Are they happy or contended in their present lot? As it seems to me, they still love the touch of a man. If their happiness lies in the body of man, then how are they different from others? The only difference could be is that they might have developed more responsiveness and draw more pleasure in physical contact.
‘Dev, what is the purpose of human life? Is it not to be happy, to be at peace, with oneself? And it comes only through physical love.’
‘What you call physical love is only physical contentment. And it is momentarily, till it lasts. You might also be aware; this pleasure is nothing but the activation of muscles, successively going through neutral-contraction-orgasms, stages. The culmination of muscular activity can’t be our purpose of life. If your experiment could lead to permanent state of ecstatic then definitely yours is a novel way to the fulfillment of joyous state!
‘I shall have to tell you about my second part of experiment. You have not been to the woods otherwise you would have seen five cottages, one each on the five hills, surrounding us. Each one is sound proof and each has an inhabitant. They have been living in those out-houses for the last ten months. They have not been shut there as prisoners but are living in seclusion of their own free will. One reason of their being there is, each has evolved one sense of perception to the optimum level and they simply can’t bear the onslaught of the world without. They are so sensitive to their faculties of touch, smell, taste, hearing and sight that even in air and water, they are sensitive to scent, sounds, vibrations and images and are capable of tracing their sources. For example, the one with the developed sense of touch, can sense everything about you; even your thoughts, the second one, right now knows about your presence here with me and he can sense the exact spot where we are standing, all through the airs we discharge which the wind is taking to his direction; the third one can tell the chemical composition of each object by its mere taste; the fourth one, is hearing us talking from more than two kilometers from here; the fifth is capable to see objects even beyond earth’s atmosphere.
‘All are highly developed ones and are ready for the second stage of my experiment’.
‘But what do you propose to do with them, Kamani?’ he was staring at her. She sensed his thoughts and replied.