Alas Poor Yorick(India)!

Temporary Crib: over looking a river baby.
Your comment about Gary Colman here: I saw a Kareokee guy today, he might fit right in.
How do you sleep at night? Fanatical Models on wings flying over top my body with various advertisements painted over their body advertising various inline facial creams, perfumed toilet paper, lipstick, the new bouncing shoes for pimps, etc.

Cry Baby Cry, Make your mother sigh, shes old enough to know better.... cry baby cry.

I really felt like crying, and i did facially gesture crying movements momentarily after escaping onto a busy indian street, inside i was screaming and crying in a mix of anger, shock, relief and sadness. Yea thats right i escaped, and a damn good thing it was. I had an tragic American relapse this afternoon after going on search for a pillow! why a pillow you ask? well it all started with me moving into my new apartment! My apartment is very bare, a fresh coat of light light light white blue paint, a bed with a decorative sheet on top, a decorative pillow, two windows with thin curtains and screens(!!!), lots of sun light to illuminate and make a salubrious/happy/bright energy/vibe/atmosphere/enviorment, a fan, florescent light tube, empty light socket (hope it works), all residing on top of a bare stone floor. that is my room described in exquisitely fine detail. so a pillow as two people have already commented verbatim "a pillow is important", yesses i agree. so i want a nice comfy pillow for my nice comfy head. i must have been in some deranged psychotic mood earlier, because what ever posses ed me to advance upon my next action in search of a pillow was obviously satanic. Osama Bin Laden im sure wants to kill me. i walked into this big building that sort of kinda of--oh shit it is--a fully bona fide more american than american MALL! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
[Insert sob stories here]
Ironically, i fit into this place like an albino peach in a bowl of dark Hindu raisins, that is to say i somehow didnt belong there, though people acted like this was my territory and left me the hell alone, save the shocked stares. SHOCKED! i wanna tell you a thing or two about shocked. the next hindu prima donna olsen twins could have walked right in and would have played cool. this was a cataclysmic shock. four floors of STUFF--Hindu stuff, American STUFF, British STUFF, stuff's STUFF. all in all there was too much stuff! so me in me sky blue shirt maroon scarf and english style hemp hat walking in. walking through finding a pillow protesting my contempt in a most jovial way, dropping all desires for a pillow, found some hindi soap, bought it, watched: soap being bagged, tagged, tied, stamped, green for go, patiently waiting, elevator, lines, elevator, 2nd floor--ground floor, exit search, not fast enough, not fast enough, hasty walk, security checkpoint #2, exit, relax the uptight tensity, reclaim backpack, walk down to the street, sigh in relief from hamlet's feeling after Ophelia died, lamenting poor Yorick, and bursting into tears at the sight of india again! OH MY MOTHER OF GOD! that was an experience one should never bear. such a juxtaposed instant transition. IT WAS AWFUL! It could be a real Shakespearean tragedy: shining happy people turn in to western craving masochistic--causing ignorant joy-- materialistic self-pitying, ego tripping FOOLS! DOWN WITH THE USA! for legal purposes the meaning of "down" is ambiguous at best and can only be interpreted by the level of the readers competency and class of terrorist in the usa governments super duty unconstitutional surreptitious "terrorist"list. meaning, i don't know what that means so no spying on me peepers. If im making sense then i've failed.

Well..................................I got nothing folks

Im glad to be alive, and not in a mall in India nor especially, america!

Ciao piggies-- don't be sheep now ya'll hear that?

Actually, i was walking when par-i need toilet paper....

You say its your BIRTHDAY, yeah, well its my birthday too!

Current Location: OsHo MeDiTaTiOn ReSoRt
Your comment about Gary Colman here: He likes wild radish's
How do you sleep at night? with a book under my pillow

HAPPY BIRTHDAY you Pale-hairless chested-tall-white-skinny-curly haired-romantic-tonsil infected-red robed-gets drunk with rickshawdrivers at two in the morning-delivers romantic heart napkins to 33yr old english women- moulin rouge singing- chickaburro shouting-talks to ladies instead of going to the doctor-spends sick leave prancing about silently showering hearts on beautiful ladies- anti-social my ass believer that people my age in my highschool in pinetop arizona and elsewhere are devoid of substance because they try to fill themselves up with so much it has the opposite effect, excusing the few that i associate myself with-enraptured dancing monkey who uses mating calls as a way to ostracize silver pigeons and chipmonks while simultaneously fraternizing audaciously with a 20yr english actress who feels drunk from sipping water-big breasted-firm buttoxed-whimsically fantasical-jovial-naive-incorruptible innocent-justin timberlake look-a-like-with red dotted hands from red permanent markers which are used to seducfully said "cross" people when in actuality are simple implements used to stroke away 100's and 1000's of ruppes with one happy, sick, dejected, indignantly, animositized, perverted, extroverted, introverted, joyful, playful, paroxysmical, romantic, sexually erotic, titillating, movement of my oh so delectable deliciously but highly fallacious charming index finger and a erotically pleasing thumb--dont forget the substance abuse- oh yesses the substance abuser who used wild radish's to induce surreal states of coconuts fasting to jimmy buffet in a desert marked with only the best small piles of sand labeled small piles of sand from century banks clandestine reserve which apparently are only given to those who can find "where the moon hid it's sack of flour tonight"-for those who cant find sacks of flour special awards will be given yester-eve for the greatest enabler of closing chickens in paper cups filled with sugar-19 year old boy/teenie bopper/nacho macho --or is it macho nacho??--man!

Ciao you lovely people. lifes absolutley blissfull, i've never had such a great time, especially when im sick. but silly me i stop following the doctors reccomended mouthwash.

Colin The birthday boy December 14th, 1986.
P.S. if you can listen the "Birthday" by the Beatles on the White Album.

A Day(s) In The Life at The OSHO Meditation Resort!

I am an Espresso Maker, I am a bartender, I am a Buddha, I am a Dancer, A Shaker, A Singer, A Giggler, A Poet, A painter, I am Expression, A Ping Pong Player, A Foosball psychotic, A Swimmer, A Chess Player, I Am a Smile in the world, I am the expressionistic being that expresses what i witness, I Am. I express what i desire when i desire it and im a lot happier.

I SERVE ALCOHOL. Mixing drinks is FUN!

I picked up a pen and laid down some plain paper, started drawing for the first time volitionally in years. It turned out nicely to my standards. i was writing poetry--trying. and i ended the line with "see" and i looked up to my left and saw this small palm like tree standing peacefully and solitary in the middle of a large tiled walkway that i must have passed at least 40 times since Ive been in the ashram, but i never noticed it till now. It was beautiful!

Last night (Saturday 10th) I worked the Plaze Cafe making espresso's, mixing alcoholic beverages and serving them to happy Saturday late night rave dancers. At one point i became so belligerently indignated with absurdity of Asseine Alcohol Laws that i exclaimed the USA to FUCK OFF. Someone then asked where i was from and i, having no other country with citizenship i replied the USA...they laughed, i laughed and i served them a vodka on the rocks!

Last night (Sunday 3rd) i met an Italian man named Darvesh.
The conversation went something to this effect this:
[Sunday: Gambling night. I was working the Bar/Cafe]

Darvesh: ...[Orders]...
Colin: ...Bonoa sera..
Darvesh: Ciao...
Colin: Yea i just came from italy last month!
Darvesh: OH WOW! Where?
Colin: Near Rimini.
D: Ahh! yes Rimini
C: ...about an hour away a small city Novafeltria.
D: AAH! yes yes Novafeltria.
C: [he knew where novafeltria is. i was incredulous.] yea it's right ontop of the mountain a tiny little town called Maiolo!
D: AAAAH! Maiolo!!!
C: [Shocked]....I was at Osho Circle School, have you been-
D: YES i know osho circle school i was just there last July.

So i met an older man. His name is Darvesh. He worked at Osho Circle School during July and visits occasionally.
Today we reminisced about the various people we know at Osho Circle School. It felt really good to talk with him and mention everyones name, it brought me closer to you all at the school. I felt rather nostalgic, but i was still happy.

I met a English man who i first saw/heard singing Beatles songs in the Talent show last week. i eventually got around to hanging out with him. actually hes in the computer cubicle to the left of me right now. He reminds me intensely of the Beatles, specifically a cross between George Harrison and Paul McCartney. Whenever he talks im reminded of the Beatles. His name is Colin, he has a sanyas name but...well i had to write down Darvesh's name just to remember it and thats after he's told me at least three times. Besides names mean nothing. their just silly labels that have practical purposes not valued purposes. Whats in a name?

Colin and I were talking about signing some songs for the variety show (talent show) held every other week. we also managed to involve a beautiful women in on the conversation. so we might have three cool cats singing. I've been singing my normal variety of songs during cafe working hours and off, and i've been printing out song lyrics to learn more songs to sing! YEAH!

I met another man who knows where Maiolo is, i havent had a chance to talk further with him. by now its no shock to meet people who have been to Osho Circle School. Osho is Osho all over the world!

(7th)I'm starting very basically to learn other languages. starting with hello. Austrian, Portuguese, Spanish (and south american variants), Italian are practically one in the same. Swedish is pronounced Hey spelled weird though, Koren is: Anyoung. I started this yesterday so i havent gotten very far.



(dec 7)I was interviewed on camera today by today young girls. It was for a international promo video about the "Meditation Resort". They asked me a few questions. how i feel when im here? what was it like arriving here the first time? How do the mediation's make me feel? i expounded from a core of bliss about dynamic mediation and they became really excited and pleased with my interview. the Asian girl said i almost made her cry when i told her told my experience of crying from a beautiful storm after dynamic meditation. i wrote a blog about that.

(dec 10)
Reading the plethora of comments has been very amusing. I'm laughing out loud in this cozy CyberCafe--without the coffee.

(dec 11) Today was a busy day...
Ciao Folks
So today is a great day. A very clear day. I am alive, i don't feel burdened. I am refreshed and full of energy. singing and dancing everywhere i go. jumping when i feel to jump and so on...

I've been working volunteer at the Plaza Cafe in the Osho Meditation Resort here in pune for 2 or 3 weeks now ish. it's been fun. i enjoy making espresso's. bartending at night time is the best, and socializing with all sorts of nifty people. the less i think about ladies, the more i interact with them. its really interesting. i was dancing last night at the party and i had NO desire to dance with anyone else, moments later this pretty girl is smiling at me and were flirtatiously dancing together, subtly. then people started to leave the floor and i opened my eyes outside of my dancing and i see this entourage of men dancing around this same women. I busted up laughing, and yes i was included in that circle. she asked why i was laughing and i told her. besides the fact shes always around one of two men or both at the same time, she always sends a smile to me when were near.

three days ago we at the meditation resort celebrated a death. it was a beautiful experience to be a part of and to whiteness. A man from Norway died, i never knew him, though i saw his body. we gathered in the Osho Auditorium around his body. with music playing, people chanting and dancing, singing songs together all in joy and merriment. The energy was so strong. I could feel this huge hole in the middle where everyone was dancing and sending energy to, like it was being sucked into the center and disappearing through this body, transforming into...i dont know it was so beautiful. His body was picked up and we all paraded through the streets of Pune playing music, singing, clapping and dancing for his death. His body was decorated in a assortment of colorful shawls with flowers scattered about. we stoped when we reached Diwali--or for a literally understanding: burning grounds. It was on the next to a river that runs through pune. his body was laid down in an open cement pit. wood was piled underneath, to his side and ontop of him, as well as dried cowdung for burning purposes. we surrounded the area, many people from the streets were there. the area was completely open to the public and to view. they lit a fire and continued the playing of music, we continued to dance. we danced and danced and danced and the fire burned. fireworks were placed around his body on the ground and every now and then one of light and would shoot a magnificent display of white and sliver sparking straight up in the air--sometimes they fell over and shot at us :). People very slowly and respectful left, the music stopped, the only sounds were the cackling of the fire. i sat down directly at the feet of this fire 10-20 ft away and meditated, witnessed, took in the experience. You couldn't actually see his body at this point, it was well covered in wood. My friend colin sat down next to me and we just watched, talking about death, and our observations in between the silence. it was such a natural experience, everything felt so right with it. the symbolism of burning his body was so beautiful. we criticized the west and the christian religion for burying their bodies in the ground in a sturdy coffin and dressed in black lamenting the death to the point where the societal pressure makes it rude to scream in joy for his death, where the only acceptable thing to do is cry and mourn, nothing but a somber mood melancholy is accepted.--its absolutely bullshit. its backwards thinking in all aspects. your spending large sums of money to put this body in a well built box that will take hundreds of years to decay just to place it in the ground and lock this body inside dressed so formally. You come into this world naturally naked and innocent and you leave locked in the ground surrounded and covered in society, covered in man made things, dressed in formal clothing--its disgusting. your trying to get to heaven and your family is stuffing you in the ground closing you in a box just to place more dirt on top of you, when all your trying to do is go up and say hello to god. hmm i detect a little indignation there. well their you go. i hear in mumbai they just put the bodies on the roofs and the birds pick at them, colin says you can walk around and occasionally see a finger fall from the sky. you may detest it, but its natural its life, its the circle of life. That person didnt die, he just transformed. there may not be something so structured as a heaven, but their is an energy in all of us that lives on consciously.

I have no plans, im just here now.
ciao everybody. enjoy yourselves!


Dec. 8th, 1980 was John Lennon's Death, i listned to his music all day, i even cried. If you ever get a chance listen to "Real Love" by Lennon its actually on the anthology album of unreleased songs. its so beautiful, it rivals Imagine.
I read this beautiful article about his life, his death and him.
Lennon Lives Forever