 BarnitaI'd like to tell you that I'm bright and intelligent, but I can't, cos I'm not. So, with no further ado- hers the blog of an ordinary human of average intelligence, average looks and extraordinary laziness.
Whose world begins and ends with her nephew Aryan.
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Saturday, November 25, 2006
Hi guys, I know some of you are probably wondering if I'm alive or what I'm upto if I am alive. So here's a quick update for you guys. Ssssh! Don't tell anyone - but I've actually been having a good time! I mean Ma's much better now and Papa's retired and with her always - so I took off. Finally. With no great disaster. I'm back from a lovely vacation up north. Just 15 days. But an incredible experience. I made no plans this time. Just let things happen on their own. Basically I just wanted to make it to MoonDust - a 4 day psymusic fest outside Jaipur. In the middle of the desert. In an area as large as (some say) 5 football fields. But I wouldn't know about the size of a football field anyways. So a random call for train tickets lead to a random call for a travel companion. ANd both calls were answered for a change! Unbelievable considering how lousy my luck generally is. So taking the initial easiness as a sign, I packed my backpack and set off for Delhi with an absolute stranger - a fellow blogger, an American Traveller and a beautiful person - lets just call her K. At Delhi we met some folks from the MoonDust community on Orkut. At Dhaula Kuan to catch a bus to Jaipur. ANd what lovely people! Most of them were from Bangalore. There were some Arab brothers. There were people from Hydrabad. From Delhi. Mumbai. All over the world. These folks adopted K and me on the spot and tho K left us at Jaipur - they held on to me. Even put me up with them at the fest. Amazing music, amazing people in an amazing setting with even more amazing stimulants. Sweet! I was in heaven for 3 days. Winter Demon, Aghori Tantrik, MoonSun, VectroElectro and so many more....maddening music after so many, many months. 8 months since my last party. And 11 since the last time I tripped. ANd tho the festival got canned on the 3rd night - it was brilliant. My new friends and I haunted Jaipur for a couple of days drinking mad amounts of lassi in huge clay glasses, before I returned to Delhi to hang around with Jharna and Atul. Just like the good ole days - booming from morning on. But with a difference. ANd most of the difference I'm proud to say, was me. I am a better person now. I can vouch for it. We stayed at Jharna's at the Delhi Cantt - the army area - we tripped our heads off right there. With peacocks and peahens walking by in herds making that spooky "Pihu Pihu" type of sound - flipped me inside out when I heard them the first time on mmmmmmmmm....still gives me shivers thinking of it. So I'm back refreshed. Focussed and keen to work. Keen to write. And read, read read. Once again I'm altered, and this time I hope its for the best. For now I'm just filled with a profound sense of peace and love for all things around me. And also for myself - thats a first. And then I get online. And I read Robert. And AGain. And UT. And B. And I feel Nemo's anger. Specially as I surf for daily news. And the universe moves to shatter my peace and quiet. I'm never reading another newspaper again or watching TV news. I don't believe a word they say. Specially after TOI wrongly printed my friend's name as an arrested peddler when the poor guy just surrendered for possession and consumption after being busted at a party. And especially of the wierd coverage they do of every bust. Most all facts are wrong. Statements are rarely verified, nor are names. Journalistic ethics...what on earth are those? No standards. No pride in doing the work right. After my last vacation - I think we should just get world leaders together in a closed room and get em stoned and leave em to figure things out on their own for a bit. It might work better than when they're sober. Cos then they're just nasty and mean. I've had a lot of time to reflect in the past few months. And I've discovered things about myself and the world around me. I have identified and come to terms with many of my own shortcomings. And of the world around me. I can't seem to help the world in anyways except one - by making sure that all my actions, words and thoughts are filled with love for everyone around me. All I can now do is make sure everyone who comes in contact with me learns about empathy and love for all beings. Because I can't stop a war. And I can't stop the hate all around me. I can only try to spread some more - love and peace.Be good people.
Posted at Saturday, November 25, 2006 by Barnita
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December 4, 2006 07:28 PM PST
so glad to see you back, Barnita - for a while i feared you've stopped blogging ;-)
and i'm glad that you sound so strong, that your mother's better and your father can (and does) care for her
and a little bit i envy you - because watching at our world leaded by the winners of the "Who's the meanest"-competions it's so easy to become cynical like me, but that doesn't help
to "promote" love OTH is to give an existing example, how it should be - real thing, not only preaching of priests, politicians and PR-manager of the companies
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December 6, 2006 10:51 PM PST
Hi Paula!!!
How great it was to read your blog again. What a cool time you had on your adventure. I'm envious. I like your suggestion of locking the world leaders away and getting them stoned :)
Last night I dreamt I was at an Indian wedding. There was one part where a woman brought in a lot of shoes... all different colors and with a point at the toe. If I could describe them better I think you'd know what I mean. There were also leather sandals with a loop that went over the big toe. Then it was time to go to the wedding and I woke up, very pleased I'd been in India.
I didn't know your mother had been ill. I'm so sorry to hear that but happy to hear she's better.
Keep writing, sistah!!! | |
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December 7, 2006 07:07 PM PST
ooooops
seems as if i didn't store my last post?
but, so, again - i'm glad to see you writing again and i'm glad to hear, that your mother is much better now, glad to hear, that your Daddy lifts the burden of care for your mother from your shoulders...
and yes, i am glad to hear that you had some wonderful days. Humans need joy to be able to have a good life
and the best thing is what you brought back: "I can't seem to help the world in anyways except one - by making sure that all my actions, words and thoughts are filled with love for everyone around me."
that's perfectly true, but it takes a lot of courage and strength - much more than to "be the winner"
so please, take care of you, Barnita
(btw: did you receive my email) | |
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December 7, 2006 10:18 PM PST
Again! You wrote me! No - I haven't recieved your mail I guess :(
Thank You for your words Again -they mean so much. Actually, now that Papa has retired, he has a lot of time and its all for the love of his life - my mum. I'm just glad.
ANd B - I'm so glad to see you here after so long. You guys just made my day!
B - I think you're talking about Mojris -the pointed shoes. The others with loop over the toe is a chappal probably kolhapuri - I love that dream. But weddings are scaring me right now - my friends are dropping like flies - all rushing to get married -and the pressure on me mounts too - but ah well -I'm not the marrying types. Can't imagine being imprisoned by a traditional Indian marriage. ANd I haven't met a guy who'd show me otherwise anyways...But I love your dream :D Hope one day you'll be here for my wedding...to the right guy of course.
I will write to you guys at length...but for now work calls. | |
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December 8, 2006 02:00 PM PST
barnita:
"Again! You wrote me!" - yes, i did ;-)
it was the ".de"-mail, but i guess, i was judged as Spam (no wonder today) - but i'll try it again
interestingly, today i see my first post here - what's that?!?
barnita
"I'm not the marrying types. Can't imagine being imprisoned by a traditional Indian marriage. "
but there are other forms of being together than marriage. You've read my post about love - and you know i really ponder about everything, even about how telepathy (PSI) could work (my post "What If?" ;-) ) - i even analyzed the High Arcanes of Tarot = a perfect example for what is called "meme" - telling much about history and the change of philosophies, because people don't understand the pattern behind the Arcanes and therefore? They don't destroy it, so you can interprete it until today (sorry to digress)...
and some times ago i wondered about love - because of the bad invention of marriage, which truly is - socially - a simple product of the Dictate of the Gene - like lions eating the children of the predecessor marriage is nothing else than the cultural "burning mark" of the breeding cattle, so that the male part can be sure that the offspring "is from him" (you know the Triggered Love "SwitchOn/SwitchOff") - you can conclude that from the simple fact, that the woman has to sacrifice her name - because names are powerful, names can kill Gods! Remember the verbot of many religions to name God or to represent God in other ways (like pictures)?
It's because people know the power of names - they are identificators, the representation of something in the world that truly counts: the world in your brain, where reality is representated and therefore has to be able to identify the objects of reality
and if you don't have names - you can't really represent the "object" in your brain - in the end this "object" simply DOESN'T EXIST
vice versa: if you can name an object you can represent it in your brain, you can store information about it and so you become able to foresee its actions - you become able to control it - and (as the most intelligent part of humans - the brain - knows) that even works FOR GODS
so to "rename" woman by marriage according to their husband simply means to "kill the representation" of a unique identity in the world that truly counts - the world in the brains
and so you can see, that marriage can't be a result of love - because love is the realization of respect, not the death of respect - love respects the "unique identity" of the special person and would never demand it to commit suicide and to sacrifice this special identity just "in the name of love"
so i startet to ponder about this fact - why "the love" between man and woman should exist: True love, you know - not the usual commercial agreement of families, where a male heir and a female breeding cattle are put together to secure the assets of a family
no, THIS love, humans dream of since ever (at least since thousands of years) - the Greek dreamed of the Androgyn, the perfect human, the unified male and female body to create a better individuum, they told the story of Philemon and Baucis (seems to me much older than the Greeks themselves because the Greeks were not really "women-lovers" ;) ), the story of Ask and Embla (which i think to remember to be the same story, even so i can't find it on the net - i remember that they have been rewarded by the gods after their death to live as two entwinded trees, as Ask (ash) and Embla (a linden-tree, AFAIK))
seems to me to be an old myth, that story of two people, growing old together in deep love, so that the only thing they wish is to die together
and when i look around me, i sometimes find those couples - where even men do love. So WHY? Where does this dream of True Love come from? You know my post - i actually can't find a rational reason for that (but i know it exists ;-) )
sorry to be so lengthy - just that you don't understand me wrong now:
i wish you never to be married according to the Dictate of the Gene - but i wish you True Love, i wish you, that you will find your Philemon
because you deserve it, Barnita
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December 29, 2006 09:43 PM PST
Hi, Wow, I'm surprised the shoes in my dream have names. Then again, I'm not. My dreams are so real they make me wonder which is the waking state.
I'd love to come to your wedding if you find the right guy. They are very rare, you know. I waited many, many years for the right one to come along and it ws worth it!
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January 6, 2007 04:25 AM PST
Hey Guys...post Robert we're down to discussing shoes....lol. But yes... I'd rather talk shoes than marriage. Like you said Again - true love in life...and not on paper is what I need. How do people meet when they're working all day till night? Lol. They wait patiently Paula. Now I'm talking to myself - thats how quite things are without Thorn-Tree. | |
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