Part - 5 - Prostitute’s Preaching on Negatives and Positives

(Continued.....)

“Dear my son,
Whatever with I try to convince you,
You will end up only in beliefs.

“Believing in something said by some one
You want to rest your head and be lazy.
You want to escape and evade the challenges.
The challenge of being open in open
With no, but all, directions from and towards you.

“And it is not your blame
To end up as a believer,
Closed and secure.

“To rest and be lazy is the final aim of any one.
As it is how God and perfection is.

“Dear my son,
Positive and negative
You are the one who decide and create the same
As you want them to be.”

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Dear Madom, meaning?

Dear my son,
Simple lines on your face in a particular way
Can make you to be frowning and negative
Creating in and around you
Negative energy of hatred and anger.

The same face with different lines
Can make you to be smiling, positive,
Creating in and around you positive energy
Of love and happiness.

“My son, everything is positive
Even if the things look to be negative
In your first sight.

“Dear my son,
There is nothing as absolute wrong or absolute bad.
Absolute is, what you call, God.
Things are depending on how you look at it
And what do you take from it.”

“Soil is soil only.
But mango tree takes out
The mango fruit from it.

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“Dear Madom,
For my better conviction
Can you give me an example?

“Dear my son,
Mud is mud. True. And you agree.
And you think it is negative to have or fall in

“So, any one with mud in his life is
An ill-fated one or is a failure with negativities.

“But, dear my son,
What would you say if mud is taken as fertilizer,
Will it be then dirt or an ill fate?

Is it not also, then,
Better and comfortable
To fall in mud
Than on heavy rocks?

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“Dear Madom,
I can understand.
How can it be a practical example
In human life?

Dear my son,
Then, I would better start from me
Than from any other hypothetic characters.

As you may know, I am a prostitute.

You also may know, as a prostitute,
What I am selling as a product.

It is me, myself.

You also may know, as a prostitute,
What am I selling in and from me.

To be frank and true
The worst and the ugliest part.

The part through which both urine and dirty blood flow.
The part in the neighborhood of dirtier part of the body.

If taken negatively and pessimistically,
It is a curse for any woman to have such an ugly part,
With only ugly things coming through it,
With no good shape or color or smell for it.

An ugly part in such an ugly area
Together with many other ugly and dirty aspects
From and around.

But, dear my son,
Taking positively and optimistically,
The same ugly part becomes the part
That makes me to be a woman,
Making it the main attraction in me,
Which I am able now to sell,
Without disposing, at the cost I want.

Dear my son,
Now, I look at it as my strength, than weakness.

And dear my son
One becomes positive and optimistic

Only when he is able to see in his weakness
The seed for his strength.

And when he is able to see difficulties
As the seeds for his chances.

Than taking the chances
As the seeds of difficulties.

Such strength, confidence and optimism
Is, my dear son, that which enables me
To live as a woman and a prostitute.

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Dear my son,
Every gentleman in this human world,
Through out the history,
Has paid such a very high price
From major part of his life
Just for this positive feeling
A woman has made for herself
About the very negative and ugly part of her body,
Being or pretending proud and confident,
Either by hiding it
Or by beautifying other parts of the body.

And dear my son,
What you call marriage is such a price paid by men.

Marriage is the price paid to the women
For her strength, confidence and optimism
Availed by positively looking at her negativities
And for making negative ugly things
As the most positive and precious part.
As the source of all strength

“Dear my son, as you may guess,
As a usual girl, I also had great aversion
Towards my ugly part.

Looking at it close, will give no one
Any good opinion.

But, later, looking differently,
It became that this very ugly part is
The centre point of all attractions, and
Of all the affairs and efforts in this world.

Unless made free,
The demand for the same
Will make the same negative, dirty and ugly part
To be the most positive and beautiful part.

So is, my dear son,
Any model or celebrity
Makes sure that you guarantee them
What they want of and from you
Just by hiding the negativities, the ugliness.

Dear my son,
So is, my dear son,
Any of such celebrities wearing
Any kind of exposing dress,
But ensuring neatly covering of the negative ugly part,
Giving a feel of something better hidden there,
And ensuring such part’s availability is not free.

In this way, dear my son,
They will make such ugly parts
To be the most beautiful and wanted ones.

Covering the ugliness with knowledge,
Making the same to be the seed for beauty
They make it to be source of their beauty,
And demand for them from others

Dear my son,
What else is there further needed
To increase your confidence and optimism
And to prove anything can be made to be positive
If you decide and want the same to be so?

Otherwise, what after all this life is,
Except for the attraction created by hiding
One’s or other’s ugliness and negativities
To give them thereby the name of
Positive and beauty?

(to be continued)

Part – 4 - Present & Current - That is the fate - Confidence and Optimism (Continued)

Confidence and Optimism

“Dear Madom
The way to gain confidence and optimism?

Sprout the seed
Mere possibility will become sheer reality
Bare imagination will become sure practice.
Egg of stagnance will be made to be the chicks of movements

Sprout the seed
Past will become present and current
And future of no-confidence will be brought into
Present and current of confidence –
Of touch and reality.

Don’t think seed is only a seed.
It is past and in it lies the past
Conceiving the present.
And with that, and with present in it,
You can catch the future.

Knowledge is past, the bow.
Practice is its sprouting, the arrows.
The arrows - the present - goes out to catch its prey.
And the prey that the present will catch and swallow is the future
Making the same also to be present and current.

The arrows seek for novelty
In and with which
The confidence and optimism grows up.
It may and could also be
Diverted into finding the real one of no-time and mood
The one which is and will be all the same, all the time.

(to be continued .....)

Present and Current - That is the fate - 3 (continued) - Prostitutes and Politicians

Prostitutes and Politicians
To have nothing to say when we meet each other is also
A kind of reaching the ultimate
Or is a kind of result of reaching the ultimate.

At this stage,
One becomes spelling only the truth
In and with whatever he spells
And in and with whatever he doesn’t spell.

Like a say in Malayalam if interpreted in this way
“Vaayil thoaanniyathu koathkku paattu”
Buddhanum paattu.

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Prostitutes and politicians
Seemed to be the best available masters
With more of chances and choices
In their face and eyes.

Within the paradises of present and current,
And feeling secure and having more,
They looked never inferior, though not superior too.

They seemed to be the ones
Creating something from nothing,
Showing themselves as the products and fruits,
Increasing the demand for them every now and then.

And they never seemed to be selling all of them
Except for an illusory feel
Of those who seek and approach them.

Politicians, in spite of all above,
Seemed to be the ones stressed and tensioning,
For their fear of soil erosion from down their feet
And for their inability to give the fruit they claim.

They looked cheating and misleading,
Sometimes cheated and misled too,
For their claim of what they don’t really have and possess
And for their inability to deliver what they happen to promise.

Hence, resorting to prostitutes was my only other option.

Prostitutes seemed less stressed and tensioning,
Being able to accommodate all, with no claim,
With no discrimination and with great pleasance
And for no fear of soil erosion from down their feet.

Their openness was their beauty and attraction.

They could deliver whatever they promised
And were available, with their doors open, to all.

Those who sought and approached them.
Were quenched.

And it was for their own helplessness
The seekers were made to be tired and failing,
Even after getting what they were seeking from them.

Prostitutes looked triumphant in their games ever
Satisfying both themselves and their customers together.

So, I approached one of them on the street
And asked.

(to be continued......)

Present and Current - That is the fate - 2 (continued)

So, I wandered through all the walks,
Seeking the lesson of confidence
And the lessons to be positive and optimistic
In life.

Priests, scholars and academician
Increased my aversion towards life

I saw them carrying
The past graveyards or future threats.

Looking very much burdened themselves
I had a kind of insecurity or less feel
Or of inferiority and having not enough.
They were burdening me too with more and more.

Talking of dead
They too were dead.

Stinking with the stench and worm
On their face.
(Continued......)

Present and Current - That is the fate

One’s fate is like a vessel.

A vessel with all that one requires
To run through all the big oceans.
In it is one’s skills and talents.

Running or trying to run inside the vessel
Will tire oneself in his material life
And losing one’s confidence
Will put a hole in its bottom
Letting the vessel be sunk and lost.

No-confidence represents
The hole in the vessel.

God is the one in present and current
As the one who works and runs the present and current,
Doing and making all to do what all required
For running and sustaining the present and current
And to sink the future in it to make the same too
Only as the present and current.
(Continued......)

MR. PRIME MINISTER - YOU ARE RIGHT - POOR AND MEEK CAN DO NOTHING BUT TO VOTE FOR ONE OF YOU AGAIN

MR. PRIME MINISTER - YOU ARE RIGHT - POOR AND MEEK CAN DO NOTHING BUT TO VOTE FOR ONE OF YOU AGAIN

Yes Mr. Prime Minister of India,
You are cent per cent true and correct.

At least in this matter.

True to say that you don’t have a magical wand
To fight corruption and black money.

But ,Mr. Prime Minister, one simple question to you
Whether you were helpless to say so
Or were you very foolishly arrogant to consider,
Or were you trying to show how arrogant
Our political parties and leaders are to consider, that
No one and no magical wand can catch and punish them?

Or was it your other way of saying, in this case, that
You don’t have trustworthy, honest,
Loyal, dedicated and sincere people
Neither in the government
Nor in your party or any other party?

Yes, Mr. Prime Minister, we know that you may have
Another question to ask yourself and to the general public
“How can a sincere, loyal trustworthy and honest man
Be a part of any party or be a leader of any party in India?”

True, how can the dewdrops be inside the fire?
And how foolish is it to expect the shit to smell good like perfume?

And how foolish is it to expect any kind of goodness
In Indian politics or among the leaders of political parties, including you?

Yes, Mr. Prime Minister, you know like we know,
Or at least you will try to know by now from us,
That the only magical wand with which
This country can fight corruption and black money
Is the wand of trustworthiness, honesty,
Loyalty, dedication and sincerity.

But you were very sure to make you say, like us, that
Such elements of trustworthiness, loyalty,
Dedication and sincerity is not available
In or among any of the parties and its leaders in India.

And to be a political party of India itself will mean
The negation of all trustworthiness, loyalty,
Dedication and sincerity.
And to be a political leader means to be
A denier of trustworthiness, loyalty,
Dedication and sincerity.

That is where you have had to say helplessly
“You don’t’ have magical wand in your hand”

So, Mr. Prime Minister,
You and your party also knew very clearly,
You can easily arrest Anna Hazare or any one
Who fights for the meek and poor
Against the black money and corruption.

Just for the reason that you know for yourself
Very clearly from inside your party circle that
No other party is different and sincere
In joining this anti corruption movements.

Neither governing group nor apposing Group,
Will strongly come against you
Since all of you have the same agenda
In protecting the corruption and black money.

So, you are secure to feel that,
That poor and meek has no other choice
But to vote for one of you again and again.

DEAR ANNA HAZARE – TEHEY ARE THE CRIME MINISTERS AND CHEAP JUSTICES OF INIDA - YOU CAN”T TOUCH THEM.

INDIAN POLITICS - WOOD CUTTERS AS THE PROTECTORS OF THE FOREST.

India proves it again
In the name great democracy.
Democracy herein has become
Just a bouquet or full coconut
Given in the hand of monkeys.


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See the very ill-fate of this our great mother - India.

Wood-cutters are here’s protectors of the forest
Termites are the cloths put on to cover naked truth.


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Didn’t you see Mr. anna Hazare,
In this Independence Day morning,
They, the thugs and murderers of this great nations,
Running heavily to hoist the flag of India
To thank her in the name of the freedom and chance they got
To rape her (their own mother) the way they want
And to suck and stock her menstrual blood even.


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All political parties and leaders herein are same
With the same kind of wine put in different bottles,
With different names (Irrespective of their faction and name).


No one of them are other than the wood cutters,
Thieves, thugs and murderers
And the perpetrators of all wrong doings and cruelties.


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What, Dear Anna, could you expect better
As the rule and law of such a jungle
Than to allow the cruel and beastly
To be crueler and beastlier
At the cost and blood of poor and meek?


By putting more condition and bridles on the protectors
To unconditionally let the woodcutters (the ruling group)
To clean the forest of any tree or plant of virtue.


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That is why
The men of black money and power are with
Twenty two or more conditions and bridles
On those meek who fast for the meek and poor.


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And it is no wonder to see
These men of black money and power
Ensure to have no conditions and bridles
For criminals, thugs and corrupts
Or for the so-called Prime or crime ministers, chief or cheep justices
Or ministers (monsters) or bureaucrats (bureau-crabs) of this jungle
For doing their corrupt and criminal activities.


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They will invite you, dear Anna, to the Election front.


Do you have any doubt as to who will win
The match of election to be
One among the members of their power house.


Never the week and meek sheep or goat.


But , for sure, only the lions and tigers
Of the jungle of black money and power.


With all the laws they have passed or will pass for themselves,
They will justify anything of cruelty and corruption
To make the same as the walk and talk of this jungle land
And to ensure only they will have the winning streak
Through the hearts and fields of ignorant Illiterate Indian majority,
The very play ground of Indian democracy.


Don’t ever hope these sheep and goats
Can make their voice heard.
And don’t ever hope these poor sheep and goats
Will ever know and understand
Who their protectors and well-wishers are.


Because this is Democracy.


Herein, meek and week are supposed to be
Only the ladders of vote bank
To let stronger and crueler thieves and thugs
Go up pressing their feet on their shoulder
Or are they very cheap and weak watchmen
(But respected and powerful in script)
Who can’t have any other option but to open the doors
To these stronger and crueler thieves and thugs.

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Proud
To able to born as an India
To live as an Indian
And to die only as an Indian
With a vision of accommodating
All the world and universality with all its diversities
In to the great concept of great mother India,
To see and make all different as only one.

Shame
To see Independence Day of this great, great mother
Celebrated by hoisting of its flag,
Only by the great criminals and thugs
Fully depending on their black power and money


Shame
To be helplessly see only the criminals and thugs
Filling in all its parliaments, assemblies, courts and offices
And to see those thugs and criminals
Find reasons to put more and more conditions and bridles
On those who fast for the people
And just to be able to live very passively.

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DEAR ANNA HAZARE –
TEHEY ARE THE CRIME MINISTERS AND CHEAP JUSTICES OF INIDA -
YOU CAN”T TOUCH THEM.