28th February 2004
I have 3 confessions to make and some other tidbit news. 1) I am becoming increasingly impatient and irritated with some people 2) Maybe because I am too full of myself, i.e, my ego is on the rise 3) I haven't visited St Mungo's museum despite living half a minute away from it for the past 5 months.
Also, I am looking forward to the India Pakistan cricket series, albeit on www.cricinfo.com because it isn't on the telly in UK. Peace has its ways, and right now, it's through bat and ball.
I have decided to make a sequel to my first film, Run Rana Run. I would appreciate any ideas about the title. The film this time will seriously be about running. And hard core running at that. But I don't want to simply call it Run Rana Run 2. Also, if anyone wants to be part of the project, they are more than welcome. I always appreciate extras whom are willing to work for free. :)
I'm surprised I managed this Outpour, because I seriously haven't had any inspiration in the past month. For those who notice, the last one was on 5th February 2004. Even so, this one seems boring. What's happening?
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Saturday, February 28, 2004
Thursday, February 05, 2004
5th February 2004
Most of you must have guessed that the Outpour was written for a specific group of people, people that were close to me, some still are. This has been a secret project in essence, because not many people know about it, and those who do, don't actually know the real motive and reason. The term 'Necessary' may have hinted at something, but for many, it seemed it was something I needed to take out of my system to remain sane. I don't blame those who did, because this is what normal, rational people would have liked to believe anyway. However, the time has now come to tell you all the real reason.
I wasn't born as a human being, i.e., straight from the womb, but was in fact the product of a spiritual experiment that embedded in me, a hybrid life form, a life's mission. To make it appear natural, my memory was erased of all the events that occured prior to my birth. Prior to my human birth, I was having a conscious living memory that interacted with my spiritual masters, who were on the verge of a breakthrough in the combined field of spirituality and science. It was in the late 19th century that Man realised that science had its limitations, and infact could only cause more damage than good (read nuclear bombs). To essentially cut a long story short, a group of pseudo-spiritualists meditated hard on a solution and decided that the only way Man could be saved was by creating a human out of pure spiritual energy but together with the normal features of a human being, intact, and very much like everyone else. The hybrid would realise its mission slowly over time, but would never be sure, but make the world a better place anyway. It was never meant to know, because the creators feared it would rebel. I found out on the night I sent out my first Outpour. I wasn't about to rebel, infact, I thought I could expand what I had already achieved. And that is why, I decided to write to all of you, sharing my soul and consciousness, in the hope that,like a virus, my being, and consciousness would spread naturally to all of you, a select group of individuals, who would go on and do the same thing as I had done, in whatever means possible. I had done it through an email diary, making people cry, making them laugh, but always making them love life more. That was my mission, it still will be, but I am confident I won't be alone anymore. I hope to carry on with the Outpour, but you, my dear friends, would have to carry on spreading this message, and recruiting more messengers once you think they are ready. I think you are now ready, and may the force be with you.
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Most of you must have guessed that the Outpour was written for a specific group of people, people that were close to me, some still are. This has been a secret project in essence, because not many people know about it, and those who do, don't actually know the real motive and reason. The term 'Necessary' may have hinted at something, but for many, it seemed it was something I needed to take out of my system to remain sane. I don't blame those who did, because this is what normal, rational people would have liked to believe anyway. However, the time has now come to tell you all the real reason.
I wasn't born as a human being, i.e., straight from the womb, but was in fact the product of a spiritual experiment that embedded in me, a hybrid life form, a life's mission. To make it appear natural, my memory was erased of all the events that occured prior to my birth. Prior to my human birth, I was having a conscious living memory that interacted with my spiritual masters, who were on the verge of a breakthrough in the combined field of spirituality and science. It was in the late 19th century that Man realised that science had its limitations, and infact could only cause more damage than good (read nuclear bombs). To essentially cut a long story short, a group of pseudo-spiritualists meditated hard on a solution and decided that the only way Man could be saved was by creating a human out of pure spiritual energy but together with the normal features of a human being, intact, and very much like everyone else. The hybrid would realise its mission slowly over time, but would never be sure, but make the world a better place anyway. It was never meant to know, because the creators feared it would rebel. I found out on the night I sent out my first Outpour. I wasn't about to rebel, infact, I thought I could expand what I had already achieved. And that is why, I decided to write to all of you, sharing my soul and consciousness, in the hope that,like a virus, my being, and consciousness would spread naturally to all of you, a select group of individuals, who would go on and do the same thing as I had done, in whatever means possible. I had done it through an email diary, making people cry, making them laugh, but always making them love life more. That was my mission, it still will be, but I am confident I won't be alone anymore. I hope to carry on with the Outpour, but you, my dear friends, would have to carry on spreading this message, and recruiting more messengers once you think they are ready. I think you are now ready, and may the force be with you.
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Tuesday, January 20, 2004
20th January 2004
Before anything else, with regard to my previous Outpour, dated 15th January 2004, kindly note that although I may have sounded a wee bit suicidal (to some at least), let me clarify, that unless otherwise stated explicitly, I would be the last person on Earth to take the plunge. I do intend to, however, skydive sometime soon. To some, once again, there's no difference, and the debate may continue for all I care.
All righty then, I'm on the edge of a crucial exam and feeling all hunky dory. Microeconomics gives me the goose bumps, not because of the subject matter, but because of the non-academic tete-a-tete 'conversations' during lectures that border on the ludicrous and the brash. Remember the 'Mehendi Lagake Rakhna' girl? Well, this issue concerns the entire bunch of giggling fools (I say this lovingly and without contempt): The True or False issue with regard to whether 'Clothing is an Inferior Good'. Apparently, what I thought was her sorrow and disdain turned out to be MY nemesis when I realised that I HAD INFACT GIVEN HER THE RIGHT ANSWER!!! Now, most of you would wonder so what. Well, I had previously mentioned karmic consequences. Now that I probably helped her and the group achieve better grades than me, shouldn't I be swimming in positive karma times 5? Well, I haven't seen her since the test. Tomorrow is the exam. I have no vested interests, but I want my pride back, come coffee or no coffee.
Not all Outpours have a great moral ending. Neither do all of them try to pass on some wisdom. So those with expectations that are always sky high, please take the plunge.
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Before anything else, with regard to my previous Outpour, dated 15th January 2004, kindly note that although I may have sounded a wee bit suicidal (to some at least), let me clarify, that unless otherwise stated explicitly, I would be the last person on Earth to take the plunge. I do intend to, however, skydive sometime soon. To some, once again, there's no difference, and the debate may continue for all I care.
All righty then, I'm on the edge of a crucial exam and feeling all hunky dory. Microeconomics gives me the goose bumps, not because of the subject matter, but because of the non-academic tete-a-tete 'conversations' during lectures that border on the ludicrous and the brash. Remember the 'Mehendi Lagake Rakhna' girl? Well, this issue concerns the entire bunch of giggling fools (I say this lovingly and without contempt): The True or False issue with regard to whether 'Clothing is an Inferior Good'. Apparently, what I thought was her sorrow and disdain turned out to be MY nemesis when I realised that I HAD INFACT GIVEN HER THE RIGHT ANSWER!!! Now, most of you would wonder so what. Well, I had previously mentioned karmic consequences. Now that I probably helped her and the group achieve better grades than me, shouldn't I be swimming in positive karma times 5? Well, I haven't seen her since the test. Tomorrow is the exam. I have no vested interests, but I want my pride back, come coffee or no coffee.
Not all Outpours have a great moral ending. Neither do all of them try to pass on some wisdom. So those with expectations that are always sky high, please take the plunge.
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Thursday, January 15, 2004
Interlude
15th January 2004
There was always going to be a time to make a conscious effort, to move towards sanity as you all know it. I am going to find out whether all this time, it really was my intellect I was speaking to. It may feel zombie like in the beginning, but I hope the outpour can continue. It began with tears, and although it doesn't seem to be the end, it's crying anyway. It's a bold bold effort, and it may not last. I'm giving up a lot, but I promise and hope that if I cannot take it anymore, the good One watching above would pull me out and return me to my eccentric self, the self many of you failed to understand, and now won't have to worry about.
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There was always going to be a time to make a conscious effort, to move towards sanity as you all know it. I am going to find out whether all this time, it really was my intellect I was speaking to. It may feel zombie like in the beginning, but I hope the outpour can continue. It began with tears, and although it doesn't seem to be the end, it's crying anyway. It's a bold bold effort, and it may not last. I'm giving up a lot, but I promise and hope that if I cannot take it anymore, the good One watching above would pull me out and return me to my eccentric self, the self many of you failed to understand, and now won't have to worry about.
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Wednesday, January 14, 2004
14th January 2003
Everything to me these days is a blessing in disguise. Well, most of it actually isn't disguised. For example, this glorious beauty in pink at the opposite terminal. In a more lighter vein though, I see joy on everyone's faces when I speak to them. How do I know they are really happy? Well, because I love myself, I allow others to love me. Because so many people finally love themselves the way they are supposed to, the rate at which all this genuine exchange of love-shove is going, the air might just turn pink. When it does, don't panic, the beauties in pink with their lovely warm smiles will still be there. In such a charged up environment, even a smile can do a lot these days... right guys?
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Everything to me these days is a blessing in disguise. Well, most of it actually isn't disguised. For example, this glorious beauty in pink at the opposite terminal. In a more lighter vein though, I see joy on everyone's faces when I speak to them. How do I know they are really happy? Well, because I love myself, I allow others to love me. Because so many people finally love themselves the way they are supposed to, the rate at which all this genuine exchange of love-shove is going, the air might just turn pink. When it does, don't panic, the beauties in pink with their lovely warm smiles will still be there. In such a charged up environment, even a smile can do a lot these days... right guys?
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