Kumbh Quotes

But you raised a ruckus about and threatened to perform a Julius Caesarian on anybody on anybody who calls April the cruelest month- I was Damn born out of the loins of my father in the spring of April, you claimed. Surgeon, you stood up for the month of buds and bitches like a true Kuon Kunos

The gods are real crazy when it comes to prayers. They listen to some sometimes and do not listen to some sometimes. But the whole world prays, nonetheless-All the time

I knew then and there only that pretty young little things are like monsoon lilies; transient trams. Catch them if you can, but if you miss them, do not wail, a next one would be whistling round the corner, about to enter the La Gurre of your heart

Your perception may not be my reality

People forget history nowadays,that is what the ego does, making one the prisoner of one's inflated present, ignoring the humble past one had lived.

That is what the opposites do, cross the swords invariably and unknowingly.

He didn't ask because he didn't wanted to know. If you know, moments die an instant death. She held his hand in hers; hiding them like a pearl; her coral eyes ensconcing his pain.

The words explain us all, each having a meaning in a meantime: every time for a lifetime.

All writers pen sad stories to garner sympathy, writing is after all for the abandoned of the society: the ink-leech, spewing black blood and sucking innocent souls.

All scientist are oglers, i suppose, the sensuousness is a sine quo non of modern technology

History tells creativity is a result of Soul song.

Unfaithfully our, Time

It is hard to let go; harder to hold on to.

Religion is like this; a prayer, a song, a flower, a white sugar ball, a chime of the brass bell, the rendering of mantra, closing one's eyes; Meditation.

Tough to part; lock, stock and barrel. Something remains, like recognizable tastes and smells, which kindle the faculty of memory, yea-pricks the soul.

What can a fallen star wish for, but it fulfills other's wishes, is it not?

It had remained a mystery to me, a catholic magic, i suppose. Faith is the best Googly one can bowl: God, the proverbial third umpire.

I know it is the itch between the legs which causes everything-Wars, Religions, Marriages, Elections, Families, Globalization, Trade, Literature, Science, and for me Philosophy.

Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom...I wouldn't wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.

Dream are, afterall universal, no ownership, no monopoly: i dream, i achieve, all are blessed.

Life cannot be lived without irritations and angers; fights and placation-A cycle of Karma, wheels of succor.

That night I woke up to a strange fact; keep milk not to drink but to feed the cat.

People forget history nowadays, he lamented, that is what the ego does, making one the prisoner of one's inflated present, ignoring the humble past one has lived.

Jai Shiv shambu, shiv shankar, Jai Bhole..

For, if after fifty you don't live the aspirations of the young, go away. Who needs needs spectacled snails, salivating on the Soma of youth.

Who listens to you when you are at your lowest lows? No one. But it is the best time when you should listen to your calling.

I was grown up long before the grown ups were the grown ups.

I was sent to a school with bosses for teachers- no Twain, only cane; check your dick you harry, no Dickens either, No Tom Sawyers no David Copperfields only Webster, master it for grammar, the Wren with a dash of Martini-Drink deep.

All beautiful women lead a gearless life and die horribly. Like the queen- Marilyn Monroe.

Luke mentioned that a lot of people go to the Kumbh Mela festival to ‘find themselves’. That’s a saying I’ve never understood. If I did want to find myself, I don’t think I’d find me at a festival with 20 million other people. I hate crowds. The

Its gresham's law in operation is all walks of life and not just money: bad money drives out good money from circulation; bad writers drive out good writers from circulation, bad parents drive out good parents from nuturing, bad politicians drive out good politicians from governance, bad girls drive out good girls from heart, bad teachers drive out good teachers from classes....But bad emotions drive out good rationality.

It is easy to begin anew, rather than try to redo the existing.

Karma has to be done, to the last moment, there is no way of escaping the world once one is in it.

Mr. Rip Wan winkle, be a star that twinkle.

All mothers are rivers and all rivers, mothers.

It is better to die than carry the burden of expectations, you die every moment then, bearing situations you are not supposed to put up with.

An orchestra of temple bells and chanting erupted suddenly like a pleasing drizzle.

People who are left alone tell the story but are never a part of it; those who are a part of the crowd, are story bound, acting upon the role assigned to them in the theater of living, loving and longing.

How a sip of water from a brass cup or a few drops from a brass spoon of the size of finger or how can one keep rose petals and marigold spreads between the pages of one's books for years or how the fresh shoot of barley could be put behind one's ears or how a dot of vermilion on the forehead or how fasting for a day or how praying or chanting or lightening an incense stick or how lighting a cotton wick dipped in mustard oil or how being blessed by priests and saints or how sitting in a lotus posture or how reading the holy books could kindle in one that thing called faith

Descartes' Meditations; doubt rise and results in clear and distinct ideas. all in the mind and all innate. Spinoza bakes the best cake, love God intellectually. Oh! God, he should have stuck to polishing glasses or gotten married. Then dear Philosopher we what mettle your are of. Soren Kierkgaard is the king of leer; life is a disease unto death, he proclaimed till death claimed him early. And Nietzche? following Schopenhauer's Superman- was nursed by his sister despite crying foul of the female race and died a wreck man. All theory no practice. Sartre was better , loyal to Simon De...Both lay next to each other in Paris, witout marrying.

live a death, die a death

Some day, Some wish...

For the Soul; Ears are dumb,Eyes are blind,Mind is a juggler.

It doesn't require jargon to describe the soul.

Why can't one live a life of disappearing?An invisible man- the real superman.

Karma has to be done, there is o way of escaping the world once one is in it.

Why love has to intense? Women's love isn't. It is a male contribution to a relationship. What does a woman contribute? Children continuity- intentional immortality.

One needs longing to live and enemies make one long for them.

She liked the idea of a place belonging to the cows, no ownership of human ego.

When the wound is fresh it hurts, more so when you are reminded to the hurt time and again

Why one enjoys maternal grandparents more than the paternal ones, i have never understood, but it was like that for me.

In her spare time she scribbled her thoughts, wishes and dreams, life and times. It kept her sane despite her loneliness.

To each his own. A billion Buddhas. A billion streams of wisdom. All smiling in their anguish.

Ah! the joys of linger...

On hindsight every failure is the best medicine, bitter but effective

Expect guests when the crow crows.

He is too presumptuous about the inanities of appearances, poor realities gone for a toss.

Immortality, thou art a chimerical bridesmaid of life.

The best time to meditate, when the doctor is tongue tied.

An array of colorful camps dotted the river banks, like a garrison of army on a peace keeping mission. A mini India, many great nations. different people living in the same place, an inversion of the notion of nation.

This burden of Brahmins, no one understands. The sacrifice they make for knowledge, when the whole world sleeps they wake setting standards for the mediocre. But it is their arrogance that is taken note of. They have earned it, haven't they?

But why have you dear English Jew whose forefathers fought to enter the country of Johnny Mill, the Stuart with a little heart, saunter in Haridwar, no pubs or fish and chips' counters here, only Ganga-Jal, -the holy ale- Quaff it for the spirit and carry it to the banks of Thames in a holy grail.

In the face of the calamity, the Modi government froze. In the seven months from March to September 2020, Modi made 82 public appearances—physical as well as virtual. In the next four months, he made 111 such appearances. From February to 25 April 2021, he clocked 92 public appearances. From 25 April, after he called off the Kumbh and his Bengal rallies, Modi disappeared. He made no public appearance for 20 days.147 The prime minister of India fled the field when his people needed the government most. Through all of April and much of May, upper class Indians flooded Twitter with calls for help to find hospital beds, oxygen cylinders, drugs like Remdesivir and ventilators.148 The Union did not think to set up a helpline to guide those who needed this help. Into this space strode the youth Congress leader B.V. Srinivas (@srinivasiyc) who, with a team of volunteers, began to help people reaching out for aid on Twitter. He was so effective in the absence of the State and any government presence that even the embassies of New Zealand and the Philippines contacted him for help when staffers fell ill with Covid.149 Focussed on the government’s image, Jaishankar tweeted: ‘This was an unsolicited supply as they had no Covid cases. Clearly for cheap publicity by you know who. Giving away cylinders like this when there are people in desperate need of oxygen is simply appalling.’ The New Zealand embassy staffer who had received oxygen from Srinivas on 2 May died 18 days later.

Between us what it was? i couldn't fathom, till she was gone.

Togetherness is the greatest stoning ..relations, the best snuff.

Freedom is inevitable; it is only the matter of the form in which it occurs. I think it is not the freedom per se that matters but the capacity to absorb it. I could have it and yet not enjoy it.

Love as acme of living and dying.

This business of love is one hell of a commerce of emotion. Tear bucks.

The Only mattered to him.Iconoclasm.

Sameness of existence. Conformity is inevitable. So is search.

At thirty either you are perfect or nothing.

The senses assimilate the world, the maya of God.

People create their own gods so that they could compete with other people's gods. It is not the humanity that fights but human gods. God war. Good war.

He shouted and he heard his shout and he feared it and shouted back asking it to keep quiet but he didn't pay any head to his shout and shouted with renewed vigor. One shouts the shout one hears.

Soundless speechless sorties of life.

The doctor always prescribes the approximate, for there aren't any set of perfect treatments for diseases.

Comparisons are inevitable, her face resembles her, he is like him and this old man is like that old man. This is taking things too far.All old men and women are alike. Ageing makes no discrimination between the beauty and the ugly.

I have noticed one thing, whenever a doubt arises, there are two voices voicing two ways. Always. One has to choose. I have noticed another thing, whenever two voices shout, one tends to pick up the one which is closer to heart.

Yoga subsumes all; God, religion, and philosophy.

The women have to suffer due to nature without compensation or an indemnity.

I thought of her as she, and she as her.

Grey is the shade of life, like shadows.

Only women understand the sensitivity of the soul, men are ambitious and ruthless.

Life, despite the accompanying loneliness that afflicts human without umbilical attachments, was to be cherished for the sheer joy of nature.

Hume hummed in his head. Reason versus passion- David versus Goliath. Let the Goliath win for one last time. But the world is full of the Davids, the begging bastards, passing of their defeat as a win over the favorites. Why the world sides with the under-doggies. A favorite is nobody's favorite, but one's one. As if he has to pay a toll tax for his tolls.

Legacy proves ones mettle and one's karma.

For a girl there is a shorter version of youth.

His failure became my destiny

Nashik is very much known for the Trimbakeshwar Shiva Temple.In Indian culture, Brahmins are placed at the top to perform any religious ceremony. In Trimbakeshwar, this place is reserved for "Purohits." It is known that "TAMRAPATRADHARI PUROHITS," who only has the right to perform Pooja at Shiva Temple, is the most respected Brahmin Sangh in Nashik. Various poojas such as Kaal Sarp yoga, Kumbh vivah, Rudra Abhishek are only and only done with these Purohits. Purohits offer you the best Pooja samagri and Vidhi. They are the local Pandit Sangh which can help you throughout the process. They can also provide you the most spiritual experience and make the Pooja easy.

व उज्जैन में क्यों नहीं। बहरहाल,

Wandered I have at the Kumbh, seeking salvation from the bondages of a painful past Dipped in its holy waters with a million sinners, cleansing me of the sin of having failed in love Burnt in the eternal pyres of Manikarnika, and of my mind, memories of a grim yesterday, and hopes of a colourful tomorrow Offered my self to the Lord of death, hoping to be reborn at the charnel grounds Scaled I have the mighty Himalayas, seeking solace in its serene peaks; Peaks with herbs so potent that they burned many a man’s grief into smokes of joy, With heights so cold that it froze rivers over, and with it, a man’s burning tears, too. In your love I learnt that the salvation, the hope, and the serenity they all offered, was right there where I was Or maybe, this realisation is the blessing these places offer a man – for hither, yonder and beyond.

It reminds him that beyond stale predictability lies hidden moments, random and beautiful… Beyond depressing comfort zones of stagnation are happy meadows of growth… Beyond tears are laughs waiting to be laughed and beyond darkness is light waiting to unravel itself… Beyond it all is life waiting to be lived… Kumbh taught me how to be alone in a swarm of people. To find your little islets of peace amidst a sea of teeming people. How you have to find your way even where there are a million others around you trying to find theirs. How you do not necessarily have to stop and ask each time you feel lost. Kumbh had planted its magic that was to blossom in the days that followed…

Do your heart's calling, dear dreamer or be doomed forever in the fire of unfulfilled wishes, a soul disease.

Ah! the learning! And the fun of it? or is it the white man's burden to know more?

While in England write or get wrought rotten rusted.

Annant is Pickwick paperless, the hunter of wisdom and due to Lovelace heart, a budding poet-ass.

What do you know of her or of deaths and dreams?

Fork! that symbol of the British art of gluttony.

It is important how people take you.

All writers pen sad stories to garner sympathy.