The Story of Gen Buddha


As explained in the previous post, the concept of Gen intrigued me beyond comparison.
It gave me sleepless nights which no girl could have given a man. As time passed by my mind grew wearier and the heart weaker. To quench my thirst was a royal challenge even for the royal challenge. Many a mighty antacids lay low before the raging fire in my heart. Finally one day I could bear it no longer and I summoned for my steed. I had decided to leave behind worldly pleasures and go forth in the quest of the ultimate truth.




My journey took me to different places. I saw many things.Gathered knowledge and gained experience along my way. The path was long and weary but I never stopped. Well, to think of it I did stop occasionally to have some fun with the locals and exchange opinions. Picked up few dialects which enabled me to survive (The berries and roots weren't enough for my hunger) One of the most important dialect I picked up was the language of fingers. Some were rude (..|..) and some were good.




My travails finally brought me to the place where I would myself achieve enlightenment. It was the place were sidhharth (not to be confused with pseuba) became Buddha (the enlightened). I went near the sofa and with utmost reverence assumed the lotus position and sat meditating. (For those of you who have read the book unraveling the meaning of life would be awed at the fact that I managed to locate the sofa: seat of supreme truth).Slowly my senses began to fade away. First I lost the sense of time and then slowly the others followed.
Even the damsels of mighty Indra could not have aroused me.




When I woke up, I saw that the things had changed. The sofa on which I was resting was no longer present. Instead I found my self sitting below a tree!!! Was that the bodhi tree!! Did sidhharth experience the same transformation!!! as these thought were running through my mind, the truth hit me like a thunderbolt.














= Truth

















I was at peace. I closed my eyes and I opened them again. There was tranquility all around. A delicate balance. And I a part of it could see myself in harmony with all that around me. From the mite to the mighty I could see all; feel all. I had become one with Gen!!

I looked upon people. Saw their sufferings. My mind impressed upon me the need to bring forth the moss that had gathered in the interstices of the mind. So I returned.





(Well it was long time and I obviously had forgotten the way back)


Nevertheless, I managed to come in contact with mankind once again. As I walked through the streets, people regarded me with respect. They requested me to liberate them from the misery of life. As a result of the hiatus, certain skills that were required to do the bidding of the people were rather shaky. I was at loss on how to disperse the knowledge. I acceded to their pleas and finally reached out for the entire mankind through blogs.
blogss??




The people were new to this important form of expression which technically is a series of posts arranged in chronological order. So I took up the task of familiarizing the folks in this tool.

Gen And The Art Of Light Theesko

For those who came late :

First there was nothing, and then there was "Gen".Gen the most sacred word of all times, tries to explain anything and everything that cannot be. "Gen" seeks to quench man's eternal thirst for knowledge, to answer all questions and quell the storms of doubts raised in the minds of men.

Why was the universe created? Why are we here? What is our purpose in life? What for do we work? The answer is Gen! Infact Gen has also answered the most proverbial question of all times!
Why did the chicken cross the road? --Gen!!
We do not know whence and where the art of Gen originate nor we try to explain its origin (why??--gen!).Its roots are lost in the sands of time. All we know is somewhere in the beginning of the second millenia A.D the art of Gen was revived by the tribes of Saraswathi(river of knowledge). Why was Gen revived? Gen!! It is mysterious isn't it, the way Gen tries to answer itself.

Every coin has its flip side and it is sad to note that even the art of 'Gen' has been abused by some. Given a chance, some individuals of the tribe who inhabit a wooded region in a particular metropolitan city would abuse anything and everything. For example : What did the inmate say when he was caught watching sexually explicit material?? Gen!!!

When Einstein said he is looking for one theory that explains everything (the grand unified theory), I guess he meant 'Gen'. Stephen Hawking said - the day we have a unified theory we would understand the mind of God. I can rephrase it as - The day we understand the mysterious ways of Gen we will be liberated. (and why so?--Gen)

Light Theesko more commonly known as 'take a chill pill dude' or 'chill dude'. This word is most popular among the gult tribe. The art with its full potential is yet to be acknowledged by the rest of the community of the wooded region. The art is surrounded by an aura which makes the atmosphere very light in the vicinity where the art has been practiced. Lightness is unbearable, those without any bearing would say but not me. I did not do my end sems well. 'Light theesko machhan'. Machhan's face lits up! "Light theesko" the panacea for all ailments works its way into people's hearts. Ever so light, that its presence is almost undetected unless one is observant enough to sniff it out.
On the surface one would think that 'Light theesko' is the way 'Gen works',but no! It can't be the aother way round too, as 'Gen' is the beginning the end of all. Then what is it?? 'Light theesko machhan'. eh.....? Infact they both are so entwined with each other that one does not know where 'Gen' ends and 'Light theesko' begins.

What nonsense is this?
Light theesko machhan!

Why am I reading this balderdash?
Gen!!
:)

Clever Crows

Some crows in Japan come up with a clever way to eat food that they naturally wouldn't be able to. David Attenborough narrates.

Thoughts......


On a sunny windswept day
when cows were eating bales of hay
with hands covering my face
I was thinking about life's mad race.

Thoughts then clouded my mind
what is there for me to bind
in this miserable way of life
with all its pain grief and strife.

Beads of sweat on my forehead
on thought of life that lay ahead
my heart then cried aloud
to look beyond far from the crowd.

Cleared my vision and from what I saw
made me wonder and gape in awe
for all its monstrosity and wilderness
there are still signs of tenderness.

A tiny life hovering around
its little ones in joy unbound
shimmering lights in the sky
did lift my spirits high.

Then I shut my eyes and thought
what joys had nature brought
never towards the abyss of dismay
while there is yet another day.

SEETHE.....

Scorching heat, withered soul
gazing beyond the wide horizon
fallen deep down the gaping hole
trying to rise and then be gone.

Rumbling grief builds upon
waiting to unleash the terror within,
rising waves wreak havoc on
plague and misery then break in.

Whispering deep within itself
the embittered one rises from the muck
knowing what it itself
is not a question of lady luck.

Ever considered as a freak
in an ocean full of shells
like the blinding lightening streak
not far from boiling hell.

Clouds are torn apart and shredded
sunlight just wanes away
entire ocean is then flooded
when the one thing holds it way.