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and weirder still…..

September 25, 2011

Greetings,

Everyone in India reading this, or if you have an Indian friend who needs to see this, please pass this around. This is the box of Pandora, opening, all around us.

Everyone’s secrets are flying out of cupboards like skeleton’s from a deep closeted-ness.

Everyone is spilling their beans…. the number of people who are openly and knowingly naked, physically or even having sex for small or large audiences, forever in the global electronic memory…. what is with this global catharsis by mostly demeaning, public sex?

But again, it is a reflection, as with-out, so with-in…..

Think, and I mean really think

About Pink.

Why does it saturate a little girl’s environment (and grown up little girl’s get red). Why this overt expression with pink. Pink skinned dolls, pink dresses, pink sheets, curtains……

Which came first, the chicken or the egg?

Do you even have a leg…

To stand on….

Now, knowing what you know and seeing that your non-deceiving eyes are presenting you evidence of a reality that can only be best described as…. alternate.

What are you going to do? The rabbit hole is an endless dive, ending only with -in your “self”. I cannot emphasize this enough.

Every time I look around, like I did today, with much judgement and disdain, on my semi-annual (almost) visit to the mall, I’m shown reflections of my “Self”. Many that I cannot acknowledge, even to my-self.

But, on with the show then….

The cheering.. I thought Paris Hilton had landed….turns out she had, but in Delhi and MooooomBuy… and she stated, I believe, or rather, she allegedly stated that Indian women were hot…… but anyway

…..Oh no… and…Good grief. There was an NBA sponsored event on. Indeed, the FULL COURT PRESS is on. Everyone was squealing and screaming as their pal/brother/uncle/dad managed to pot one of their 15 tries…. and the degree of nakedness was astounding. I wondered at the girls at the Samsung Tablet sales booth, dressed in white mini-dresses, no older than 15-17…. tiny skirted Basket ball assistants, who had clearly had “Willingness to Show Deep Cleavage” as the top three requirements…. handing out co sponsor Sprite’s bottles to anyone who could make a few ridiculously easy baskets.

Pretty soon we’ll have exhibition games with the Washington Wizards and then the Bears and The Grizzlies and then the Final Four will have a game here… the literal full court press. And creating these crappy jobs for kids. Standing around half naked and with no knowledge at all of either the product you purport to be selling…bored and just wanting to text and all, y’know. Or chill….like….dude….

My young lady in white panicked when I asked her a question….. I suppose I look really haughty or something. But anyway, I walked away most un-impressed with this tablet thing.

So, half-naked sales-girls was the dominant theme, the back-drop to seduce the great Indian masses. And it’s working. Everyone looked really happy. Really over-joyed. Almost pumped up. Very loud laughter. Lot’s of release of nervous tension. it felt like a concert’s energy, a big concert’s energy, but with 6 stages and totally dis-tracted audience.

Back, literally and otherwise, to the stripping of India. Very meta-phoric. Please understand this in the light of the white man’s fight against the Burkha. I’ll leave that one hanging for now.

It’s a trend that the boiling frog’s in India have failed to really notice. I see mother’s competing with teenage daughters in the ridiculousness of their clothing. All the fabric got very very very thin, but no one noticed. Underwear became equalwear and is now overwear.

Such a masterful display of socially engineered, in-doctrinated morons. None of their fault though. TeeVee is a powerful, powerful drug…

Being there today, watching the young lads strapped into Formula One simulators….125 Rupees a pop, no problem. Everyone can dream of being a Superstar, no? What could possibly be wrong with that? And all around me, white models for everything, from shoes to beauty to clothes. Only pop music. Ridiculous, elevator stuff.

I even had a young lady, selling peace buttons and looking like she had stepped out of a San Francisco goth convention gone terribly wrong, actually make eyes at me.

So, i judged, terribly. Felt so disdain filled.

Interesting, strong emotions when I left…. I was on a high for almost 3 hours after. Rushing about, doing stuff. The mall is the social engineer’s lab rat cage.

How undignified are you willing to be in front of total strangers for 5 minutes of a tiny spot-light?

So, in light of that much light, as it were, in the eye of the proverbial deer….. how does one navigate?

Very carefully. 😉

And with that rather long pre-lude, where the point, in short, is that the outside world is merely a reflection of our own entirety…. tough to imagine for me on a visit to the mall.

I clearly have a LOT of work to do! :-0

So, here we go, posted without further ado…

Caveat emptor, I’ll say I’ve read variations to this, even from some excellent sources…..

All these women ‘leaders’….

A MUST READ-The Nehru Dynasty*

At the very beginning of his book, "The Nehru Dynasty", astrologer K. N.
Rao mentions the names of Jawahar Lal's father and grandfather. Jawahar
Lal's father was believed to be Moti Lal and Moti Lal's father was one
Gangadhar Nehru. And we all know that Jawahar Lal's only daughter was Indira
Priyadarshini Nehru; Kamala Nehru was her mother,who died in Switzerland of
tuberculosis. She was totally against Indira's proposed marriage with
Feroze. Why? No one tells us that !
*
*Now, who is this Feroze? We are told by many that he was the son of the
family grocer. The grocer supplied wines, etc. to Anand Bhavan, previously
known as Ishrat Manzil, which once belonged to a Muslim lawyer named Mobarak
Ali. Moti Lal was earlier an employee of Mobarak Ali.
*
*What was the family grocer's name? One frequently hears that Rajiv Gandhi's
grandfather was Pandit Nehru. But then we all know that everyone has two
grandfathers, the paternal and the maternal grandfathers. In fact, the
paternal grandfather is deemed to be the more important grandfather in most
societies. Why is it then no where we find Rajiv Gandhi's paternal
grandfather's name? It appears that the reason is simply this. Rajiv
Gandhi's paternal grandfather was a Muslim gentleman from the Junagadh area
of Gujarat .
*
*This Muslim grocer by the name of Nawab Khan, had married a Parsi woman
after converting her to Islam. This is the source where from the myth of
Rajiv being a Parsi was derived. Rajiv's father Feroze was Feroze Khan
before he married Indira, against Kamala Nehru's wishes. Feroze's mother's
family name was Ghandy, often associated with Parsis and this was changed to
Gandhi, sometime before his wedding with Indira, by an affidavit.
*
*The fact of the matter is that (and this fact can be found in many
writings) Indira was very lonely. Chased out of the Shantiniketan University
by Guru Dev Rabindranath himself for misdemeanor, the lonely girl was all by
herself, while father Jawahar was busy with politics, pretty women and
illicit sex; the mother was in hospital.
Feroze Khan, the grocer's son was then in England and he was quite
sympathetic to Indira and soon enough she changed her religion, became a
Muslim woman and married Feroze Khan in a London mosque. *

*Nehru was not happy; Kamala was dead already or dying. The news of this
marriage eventually reached Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi. Gandhi urgently
called Nehru and practically ordered him to ask the young man to change his
name from Khan to Gandhi. It had nothing to do with change of religion, from
Islam to Hinduism for instance.. It was just a case of a change of name by an
affidavit. And so Feroze Khan became Feroze Gandhi.
*
*The surprising thing is that the apostle of truth, the old man soon to be
declared India 's Mahatma and the 'Father of the Nation' didn't mention this
game of his in the famous book, 'My Experiments with Truth'. Why?
When they returned to India , a mock 'Vedic marriage' was instituted for
public consumption. On this subject, writes M. O.Mathai (a longtime
private secretary of Nehru) in his renowned (but now suppressed by the GOI)
'Reminiscences of the Nehru Age' on page 94, second paragraph: "For some
inexplicable reason, Nehru allowed the marriage to be performed according to
Vedic rites in 1942. An inter-religious and inter-caste marriage under Vedic
rites at that time was not valid in law. To be legal, it had to be a civil
marriage.*

*
It's a known fact that after Rajiv's birth Indira and Feroze lived
separately, but they were not divorced. Feroze used to harass Nehru
frequently for money and also interfere in Nehru's political activities.
Nehru got fed up and left instructions not to allow him into the Prime
Minister's residence Trimurthi Bhavan. Mathai writes that the death of
Feroze came as a relief to Nehru and Indira. The death of Feroze in 1960
before he could consolidate his own political forces is itself a mystery.
Feroze had even planned to remarry. Those who try to keep tabs on our
leaders in spite of all the suppressions and deliberate misinformation, are
aware of the fact that the second son of Indira (or Mrs. Feroze Khan) known
as Sanjay Gandhi was not the son of Feroze..*

* He was the son of another Moslem gentleman, Mohammad Yunus.
Here, in passing, we might mention that the second son was originally named
Sanjiv. It rhymed with Rajiv, the elder brother's name. It was changed to
Sanjay when he was arrested by the British police in England and his
passport impounded, for having stolen a car. Krishna Menon was then India 's
High Commissioner in London . He offered to issue another passport to the
felon who changed his name to Sanjay.
Incidentally, Sanjay's marriage with the Sikh girl Menaka (now they call her
Maneka for Indira Gandhi found the name of Lord Indra's court dancer rather
offensive!) took place quite surprisingly in Mohammad Yunus' house in New
Delhi . *

*And the marriage with Menaka who was a model (She had modeled for Bombay
Dyeing wearing just a towel) was not so ordinary either. Sanjay was
notorious in getting unwed young women pregnant. Menaka too was rendered
pregnant by Sanjay. It was then that her father, Colonel Anand, threatened
Sanjay with dire consequences if he did not marry her daughter.
*
*And that did the trick. Sanjay married Menaka.
*
*It was widely reported in Delhi at the time that Mohammad Yunus was unhappy
at the marriage of Sanjay with Menaka; apparently he had wanted to get him
married with a Muslim girl of his choice. It was Mohammad Yunus who cried
the most when Sanjay died in the plane accident. *

*In Yunus' book, 'Persons, Passions & Politics' one discovers that baby
Sanjay had been circumcised following Islamic custom, although the reason
stated was phimosis. It was always believed that Sanjay used to blackmail
Indira Gandhi and due to this she used to turn a blind eye when Sanjay
Gandhi started to run the country as though it were his personal fiefdom. *

*Was he black mailing her with the secret of who his real father was? When
the news of Sanjay's death reached Indira Gandhi, the first thing she wanted
to know was about the bunch of keys which Sanjay had with him.
Nehru was no less a player in producing bastards. *

*At least one case is very graphically described by M. O. Mathai in his
"Reminiscences of the Nehru Age", page 206. Mathai writes: "In the autumn of
1948 (India became free in 1947 and a great deal of work needed to be done)
a young woman from Benares arrived in New Delhi as a sanyasin named Shraddha
Mata (an assumed and not a real name).. She was a Sanskrit scholar well
versed in the ancient Indian scriptures and mythology. People, including
MPs, thronged to her to hear her discourses.*

*One day S. D. Upadhyaya, Nehru's old employee, brought a letter in Hindi
from Shraddha Mata. Nehru gave her an interview in the PM's house. As she
departed, I noticed (Mathai is speaking here) that she was young, shapely
and beautiful. Meetings with her became rather frequent, mostly after Nehru
finished his work at night. During one of Nehru's visits to Lucknow ,
Shraddha Mata turned up there, and Upadhyaya brought a letter from her as
usual. Nehru sent her the reply; and she visited Nehru at midnight...*
*
"Suddenly Shraddha Mata disappeared. In November 1949 a convent in
Bangalore sent a decent looking person to Delhi with a bundle of letters. He
said that a young woman from northern India arrived at the convent a few
months ago and gave birth to a baby boy. She refused to divulge hername or
give any particulars about herself. She left the convent as soon as she was
well enough to move out but left the child behind. She however forgot to
take with her a small cloth bundle in which, among other things, several
letters in Hindi were found. *

*The Mother Superior, who was a foreigner, had the letters examined and was
told they were from the Prime Minister. The person who brought the letters
surrendered them... "I (Mathai) made discreet inquiries repeatedly about the
boy but failed to get a clue about his whereabouts.. Convents in such
matters are extremely tightlipped and secretive. Had I succeeded in locating
the boy, I would have adopted him. He must have grown up as a Catholic
Christian blissfully ignorant of who his father was."*
*
Coming back to Rajiv Gandhi, we all know now that he changed his so called
Parsi religion to become a Catholic to marry Sania Maino of Turin , Italy .
Rajiv became Roberto. His daughter's name is Bianca and son's name is Raul.
Quite cleverly the same names are presented to the people of India as
Priyanka and Rahul. What is amazing is the extent of our people's ignorance
in such matters.*
*
The press conference that Rajiv Gandhi gave in London after taking over as
prime minister of India was very informative. In this press conference,
Rajiv boasted that he was NOT a Hindu but a Parsi. Mind you, speaking of the
Parsi religion, he had no Parsi ancestor at all. His grandmother (father's
mother) had turned Muslim after having abandoned the Parsi religion to marry
Nawab Khan.*
*
It is the western press that waged a blitz of misinformation on behalf of
Rajiv. From the New York Times to the Los Angeles Times and the Washington
Post, the big guns raised Rajiv to heaven. The children's encyclopedias
recorded that Rajiv was a qualified Mechanical Engineer from the revered
University of Cambridge . No doubt US kids are among the most misinformed in
the world today! The reality is that in all three years of his tenure at
that University Rajiv had not passed a single examination. *

*He had therefore to leave Cambridge without a certificate.
Sonia too had the same benevolent treatment. She was stated to be a student
in Cambridge . Such a description is calculated to mislead Indians. She was
a student in Cambridge all right but not of the University of Cambridge but
of one of those fly by night language schools where foreign students come to
learn English. Sonia was working as an 'au pair' girl in Cambridge and
trying to learn English at the same time. And surprise of surprises, Rajiv
was even cremated as per vedic rites in full view of India 's public.. *

*This is the Nehru dynasty that India worships and now an Italian leads a
prestigious national party because of just one qualification - being married
into the Nehru family. Maneka Gandhi itselfis being accepted by the
non-Congress parties not because she was a former model or an animal lover,
but for her links to the Nehru family. Saying that an Italian should not
lead India will amount to narrow mindedness, but if Sania Maino (Sonia) had
served India like say Mother Teresa or Annie Besant,i..e. in anyway on her
own rights, then all Indians should be proud of her just as how proud we are
of Mother Teresa.
One Comment leave one →
  1. Nadall permalink
    September 26, 2011 4:17 am

    I’ve had some time to think about what you said, Vivek. So ….is the trip to the mall a walk into the darkness so you can discover the things that you still hold a charge of judgement upon? For the purpose of understanding and release of the judgements? To achieve a neutral, balanced state regarding those things? To find a place within for compassion (or at least allowance that all THAT might actually have a legitimate place in the current space/time reality? ) To try to see the face of “the One” behind it all? Tall order, right? Most assuredly, I’m not on this walk alone. I just finished a kind-of-old book by Gregg Braden called the “Science of Compassion.” Great concepts. I’m trying to figure out the “hows”. I don’t have the …..whatever it takes … to go to the mall. Haven’t been in 15 years or so. Maybe it’s time. I’ve always gotten way too angry at the nonsense/manipulation/wanna-be-a part-of-something-so-desecrating themes I see around me, the aching emptiness/loneliness. Ugh!!!! Hmmmm. Yup, it’s time alright.

    Truly, it’s a time for the hidden to be exposed….brought to the light (for healing or?maybe purification by fire). I just read about nudity in the heart of San Fran. as well as the people in Utah are wearing their undies in a protest march against the repression of the religious PTB. Actually, if you picture it, it’s pretty easy to laugh. 🙂

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