Sunday, August 9, 2009

Inspiration needed


Where did all my inspirations go? Now I only have respiration it seems! Oh I can see the glee on your fizzes, it’s nice, I have been waiting so long to catch sight of that.

They have a theory somewhere that “ugly is beautiful”. I believe in such theories when it suits me.

So, your gleeful mugs are like that of Isabella Sanchez (I am guessing, there could be some great beauty like that in the Latin American countries) to me. Delectable.

Yet where did my inspirations go really?

No idea, I seem totally dumb of late. Well some would say that that it’s not hot news. Oh I agree, but I was not speaking of the intellectual pursuits that some highly evolved beings indulge in, I was talking about my predicament in updating the blog.

This is a must and the very mustard seed for me. I am not kidding folks. If I did not do something silly every day what would my devoted enemies think? They would cry outright. And honestly I would not want to hear that braying at all. I have a very musical ear.

This is what compassion is all about, being kind you your sworn enemies. In the coming ages people would talk about me and my great humility and kindness and sweet nature. I would just, that is very just fall short of Father Damien and Baba Amte. If no one knows about them, well folks don’t sit like mountains of sloth, stir yourselves up (or down as you prefer) and look the guys up.

May be they are in the Wikipedia, or else they would be in the library. Only, when you meet them don’t tell them that I sent you there. They are suspicious of me as it is. I am fast catching up in the area of humility and as to others; I have already out shown them.

Baba Amte recently told me when I caught up with him.

Are bhaiyya (Brothers and sisters of the entire universe) kaai keliye mere ped mien aise martha hai. (Don’t volunteer for scientific experiments.)

I only said “Ji”

It is like the ‘gee’ of English.

Pretty strong expletive.

He seemed pretty sore at me.

Most people are.

Anyway none of that solves my pickle.
I am trying to stir my brains up for what it is worth. It is still a brain is it not?

It might again save me!

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