GODS! Meh!

Most people believe that gods exist. Many do not; this does not trouble the gods, who know that if gods, in turn, were to not believe that people exist, people would actually cease to exist. Mortal belief does make gods stronger; it inflates their egos, which is good for the metabolism. Some gods, in fact, chose long ago to sustain themselves on belief, to survive on the prayers of their followers. Those gods are, alas, now dead. The creations of the gods are made in their image, give or take a few heads; like their gods, they are fickle.

Even those who believe most fervently in the gods, not caring that their faith means nothing in particular to the omnipotent beings that rule their lives, acknowledge that their gods are eccentric. The gods know this, and this does not trouble them. The real problem, they would say, if they cared enough to explain, is that their tiny creations are small-minded. It is not their fault; creatures so tiny cannot be expected to see the big picture. They are not supposed to perceive that the gods' allegedly whimsical behavior is in fact all part of the mostly benevolent divine plan, which is rumored to be about to exist as soon as the gods get around to it. Gods cannot be expected to look into the details all the time. This is why they have a huge supporting case; familiars, angels and the likes, who get the dirty work done, while the gods make love, war, babies, games, interesting works of art and puns that would have been terrible if made by beings less powerful.

The gods would, of course, acknowledge that the system is not perfect. Whenever work of a certain scale is executed quickly – as most divine work is (say, the BIG BANG, I mean, sheesh), because most gods are not renowned for their patience – there is scope of error. For example, Lion, the king of the jungle, a majestic creature, but neither is it quick to hunt on its own, and neither can it survive on its own. The main work that it’s supposed to handle is cub-sitting and teaching them the 101s.

Gods are beings of quicksilver, of dreams and half-thoughts and portents. Impulsive, impertinent immortals. -_-

Krishna is balance, Krishna is contradiction

Krishna merged all contradictions in the dual scales of maya in the ocean of transcendental consciousness. Being perfectly anchored in the still point, he was equally playful at war and peace, love and hate or life and death..

Krishna was mostly the observer-self, the detached driver of everything in the universe, the charioteer in the battle between opposing forces. He could prevent the war simply at will as he could kill the demons in the twinkling of an eye. But he always allowed the cosmic principles of karma prevail over divine intervention.

Krishna as the player as well as the playwright had the entire drama on his fingertips, even his own death by an erring hunter. But he allowed things to happen in their own way and observed the same with absolute detachment.
Krishna as the player as well as the playwright had the entire drama on his fingertips, even his own death by an erring hunter. But he allowed things to happen in their own way and observed the same with absolute detachment.

Krishna knew everything about all the possible sins as well as all the possible goods that can be done. He would go and enjoy his "raasleela" at nights and wake up in the morning to save the village from the wrath of demons as the people were innocent. He would point out to Bheem how to cheat and beat Duryodhan in battle but would be righteous enough to not even pick a weapon just because he gave his word.

Balance and contradiction were the essence of this god's avatar's being. But He is not the one to introduce these in the world of men, rather, He is the one how best to manipulate these two to do your bidding in your life. We can still learn a lot from Him, depending on how we interpret his words and deeds.

This goat just bleats away at this, as this holds no importance for the goat but momentarily whiff of innovation to the storm of imagination that stirs up in his mind. Balance and Contradiction, perfect to concoct a storm, perfect to hide from one as well. 

The Enchantress

… she shimmies in through the door, a babe and pure sex, and she says “Anyone got a light?” She lights up her cigarette, throws back the lights and walks away as seductively as she came in with the only difference being that on her way back, she had eyes of all the men in the room, watching her walk away.

They say that escaping her magic is not possible for all men. They say that once she entices you, you are done for.

She is an enchantress.

She, like everyone else in the world, is a person of need. The fact that her needs coincide with a few just makes her more of a mystery than she herself cares to be. She is simple minded, driven by emotions, just like everyone else. She feels that it would be easier this ways, less complicated than having to say the words. You can lie with her, make love to her, hold her for a while, but the moment she feels she is done, she would get up and leave without a word. Why should she console? Why should she comfort? Why should she care when no one else cares?

She feels the need too, for the warmth of care along with the heat of passion, for the tender hand on hers along with the firm hand that would toss and turn her world, for the hand that lets go and the one that grabs her hand pulls her back for a kiss before she leaves.

But NO! It is not going to be as easy as it seems, my friend. She has enticed many and has been seduced by a few, what makes you think she would let you in her world and be sure that you would not wreak havoc and leave like those men she knew? Persistence, desperation, need, greed, lust, desire, she has seen it all in men when they want her. She has seen the evils of men and faced it all the more. No, even if she feels that the words you say to her are true, that your actions are real, she would not just walk back to you.

Such is an enchantress.