‘Dream Girl’ actress Shraddha Arya’s Osho Ashram experience
Osho Resort is becoming a popular venue for a day off – as reported in the Daily Bhaskar, India.
Actress Shraddha Arya recently celebrated her birthday on 17th August with family and calls it the best birthday celebration by far. The actress chose to spend the special day at Osho ashram in Pune with her family.
Shradda’s Family in front of the Ashram Gates
In an interview, Shraddha Arya says, “Experience at Osho meditation resort was phenomenal. Just the kind of stuff I immensely enjoy doing. The silent sitting, dancing with a live Orchestra, amazing food, cleaner air, beautiful people and eye-soothing greenery. There couldn’t have been a better place for me to celebrate my birthday weekend.”
The birthday girl was taken to the ashram by her brother-in-law Raman Handa who is a sannyasin and ivs in the Ashram/Resort. Further talking about the experience Shraddha says, “It was my first visit and most of it was my jiju’s plan to treat us. I can’t thank him enough for treating us in the most amazing way possible.”
The ‘Dream girl’ actor’s birthday dream is to learn to recognize and enjoy the simple things and their beauty in life. Raman Handa adds, “It was Shraddha’s big day. The entire family had a good time. The place has an amazing aura. The meditations and the experience is rejuvenating. I recommend all actors should visit Osho ashram once.”
Taken from the dailybhaskar.com
Shantam and Brian will declare fatwa on her for not spewing up bile, negativity and malice about the ashram, Jayesh and Amrito.
Anyone have any reports from recent visits to the Resort?
Can the master’s energy still be felt?
Are Osho’s vibes still in the Samadhi, or whatever it’s called now?
Reports, please.
The Master’s vibe is available here in the UK Midlands.
“spewing up bile, negativity and malice”
Harpo, please forgive me for stating the obvious, and of course, as always, I have no desire to be cynical, but: WE ARE ALL IN THE SAME BOAT ON THIS ONE, as you YOURSELF have amply demonstrated here with your remarks concerning the prejudged behaviour of Beloved Shanty and Brian!
Before replying, if that is your intention, please consider going into deep contemplation on this issue.
If you actually believe Shantam is being wronged, then all I can say is you can’t read properly.
Arpana!
As of my writing this comment now, Shantam has yet to write anything on this thread.
This much, I believe, I can read.
If that answer makes you happy, fine!
Arpana, I am only happy about my comment insofar as it indicates that I have not gone completely blind!
It seems to me that you have been a little quick on the draw with Shantam on this occasion, as you jumped on him before he even contributed anything – this still being the case.
So from my point of view, your comments could be interpreted as being a bit judgemental (a smelly, obnoxious turd which we ALL put our dainty little feet into from time to time).
It could be, however, that I am mistaken, and there was other stuff going on inside your head?
“It could be, however, that I am mistaken, and there was other stuff going on inside your head?”
There is hope for you.
“There is hope for you.’
Never been in any doubt as far as I am concerned.
But, more to the point, is there any for you re. our friend?
Please don’t feel you need to reply, Arpana, unless your ego forces you to have the last word, which you can have if you really want it, because I shall not say any more on this subject at this time.
@ Ashok.
Trying to manipulate me. Hahahahaha
I particularly like the more in sorrow than anger note you have struck.
Good show!!!!
“The silent sitting, dancing with a live Orchestra, amazing food, cleaner air, beautiful people and eye-soothing greenery.”
What an interesting little sound-bite from a famous actress!
Please allow me some critical appreciation here:
“silent sitting”
Well, yes there is! Alas, this much, I must concede.
“dancing with a live Orchestra”
A more realistic description IMHO would have been: ‘bopping and screaming to the mediocre sound of a below average band’. But then, if you are an insecure, famous actress, who wants desperately to impress others (and in the process build yourself up in your own mind), by recounting the exceptionally wonderful things YOU DID, on YOUR birthday, then yes, I suppose you could be allowed a little bit of hype.
“amazing food”
Really, where? I think she is probably referring to the pretentious ‘foodery’ set up overlooking the new bathing facilities, where ‘nouveau-cuisine veggie-fusion tapas’ posing as main courses, are served at extortionate prices to those wishing to enter a de-tox/slimming program, or follow a starvation diet, similar to those recommended on groups like ‘Who’s In?’. Definitely not for those of you who like ‘plenty o’ good grub on plate’.
“cleaner air”
She can’t have noticed all the people who wear face-masks whilst travelling to and from the Resort, can she? But then,
you are not allowed to wear them inside, are you?! Silly me, I forgot they’re banned!
Nevertheless, the Resort air is slightly less toxic than in downtown central Poonah, I will grant, but still filthy enough to sicken many visitors with some kind of respiratory illness. Not to mention, of course, the many long-time residents who have moved out in recent years, due to concerns over the air-quality. Air is not the right word TBH, smog is more accurate in this case.
“beautiful people”
I am not sure what she means here as I was not present. I will assume, however, that she is probably referring to some of the professional grovellers from the Mis-Management team, who will have pounced on the commercial opportunity presented by having a famous actress present herself at the Resort by blowing adulation up her fluffy little bumkin! I don’t wish to appear cynical, but, it looks like she bought it!
“eye-soothing greenery”
More like eye-watering greenery, I would have said, given that most of the vegetation is covered in dust, sand and other stuff like bat-shoite for most of the year.
Conclusion:
Shraddha ‘Dream Girl’, famous actress, is very dreamy!
This isn’t objective. it’s subjective.
Take responsibility for it.
Your over-the-top negativity is just the other side of the coin of her over-the-top positivity.
You’re afraid of being thought to be naive, afraid that someone will deride you if you say something positive.
Ok, Harps, here is a very positive little commentary for you:
“With a nick-nack Paddywhack, give the dog a bone, this ol’ man came rolling home!”
Oppositional-Defiant Disorder (ODD)
Oppositional-Defiant Disorder (ODD) is a syndrome that is diagnosed in children and teenagers that involves multiple negative attitudes and behaviours such as an ongoing pattern of anger, hostility and extreme stubbornness and defiance towards authority figures that is beyond what is normally seen or expected in children and teens.
This diagnosis is frequently used with children that present with Conduct Disorder, and is often a precursor to the adult diagnosis of Anti-Social Personality Disorder.
Yawn…
Just a minute…!
https://uk.news.yahoo.com/spot-psychopath-yawns-sense-smell-132536668.html#wGCGUFe
http://metro.co.uk/2015/08/30/tea-is-actually-really-good-for-you-so-put-the-kettle-on-yeah-5367514/
Those upcoming, summer-reading, Daily Sanny Mail headlines in full:
“Actress is caught sponsoring herself via vicarious mutual appreciation of media team in former Ashram2
“Online blogger caught using vicarious self-interest to sponsor himself privately while writing imaginatively about vicarious self-interest of Indian actress”
“Tea-making LGBTOTTGBPGTIPS activist caught in public blog whilst refusing to service a reverend vicar’s self-interest”
“Online scrap reveals vicarious self-interest in the guise of contrary mutual self-interest, not being interesting”
“Interesting gardening tips manual and cricketing log-book found in hunt for Rolling Stone and Mr Kipling’s cake fan”
“Long-distance swimmer disappears after stinging rebuke of vicariousness by member of Hebden Bridge Amateur Dramatic Society.”
“Spuming Vicariousness linked to early onset spirituality, in new medical research”
“Oxford University abandons 271st edition dictionary’s new definition of self-serving, mutual self-interest in the guise of collective interest, due to lack of interest.”
“Buddhist lust and desire-enhancing drug, ‘Viagrautama’, kept under review following poor performance and disinterest in trials”
” “Discount supermarkets are excellent retail therapy and vision for future resort”, claims Indian visionary and unemployed life coach.”
Normal service and thought-producing headlines will return after the Summer Break.
vicarious
vɪˈkɛːrɪəs,vʌɪ-
adjective
1.
Experienced in the imagination through the feelings or actions of another person.
“this catalogue brings vicarious pleasure in luxury living”
synonyms: indirect, second-hand, secondary, derivative, derived, at one remove, surrogate, substitute, substituted, by proxy; More
2.
Acting or done for another.
“a vicarious atonement”
September’s thought for the day:
Buddhist Witnessing = Alexithymia
I’m not one for Buddhist practices, but as people are different they need different methods. Why go out of your way to denigrate other people’s practices because they don’t happen to suit you? No one’s trying to force them on you, are they?!
Thankfully, not trying to force, no.
Thats what I appreciate about the Hindus and their offshoots, the Buddhists and the Jainas, they don’t try to force their beliefs onto others. (Of course the Hari krishnas are an exception, but then they don’t like to be identified with ‘Hinduism’, anyhow).
In some Hindu temples they are actually keen to keep anyone who isn’t born into their religion, ie ‘foreigners’, out of the temple, never mind trying to get them in! This is in stark contrast to the conversional religions, i.e. Islam and Christianity.
Actually, I believe that it was one Muslim king (Aurangzeb?) with an ideology similiar to that of Islamic State, who invaded India at one stage and knocked down a lot of the temples (including most of the temples of Khajuraho) and forcibly converted many. But, apparently, he then himself converted to Buddhism.
SD, I’m not bothered to be bothered or to do the bothering. The fact that I bother to mention it at all, invites the same. Am I on a mission? Nope, but I wouldn’t want them to corner the market in ‘awareness’, which they can’t.
What is the real agenda of any individual as an ‘ist or ‘ism? And what have we been led to believe about that?
Grist for the mill.
Do I want them to get stuffed?
Yes, along with their statues.
No, it wasn’t Aurangzeb, it was Ashoka:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ashoka
http://www.osho.com/iosho/library/read-book/online-library-religion-constantine-emperor-508187a8-02e?p=0eda2b43bf864763005b6fdb09cc0486
At face value this is excellent publicity for the resort.
The way Shraddha enthuses about her experience is very compelling.
So I was interested to see her actually speaking about her birthday celebrations and whether she would be as positive towards the ashram in this recently uploaded YouTube video.
Sit back and enjoy a master class in manipulation, where her brief this time seems to be to ‘plug’ Reebok (a subsidiary of Adidas and big player in India.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-tYI4lq580o
Not saying she (or anyone else) is doing anything wrong, as it is the responsibility of each individual to make themselves aware as possible as to who is trying to control them.
“Actress at the Ashram” is a very appropriate string title.
If God sent her a cross-trainer from Reebok, she is obviously very special. Who can argue with God’s generosity…such a nice gift, the cross-trainer.
“So Buddha said there is no God. Nobody understood him, people thought he was an atheist. He was not denying God, he was simply denying the seeker. But if he had said that there is God, the seeker would have been there. And the seeker is the world; seeking is all that Maya is.
For millions of lives you have been a seeker, after this or after that, this object, that object, this world or that world, but a seeker. Now you are a seeker after Truth but the master says there is no truth. He cuts away the very ground of seeking, he pulls away the very ground where you are standing, where your mind is standing. He simply pushes you into the abyss.”
Osho, ‘A Bird on the Wing’ (1974, ch. 2) Chapter title: ‘No Mind, No Truth’
Anubodh draws the following conclusio: “It is the responsibility of each individual to make themselves aware as possible as to who is trying to control them.”
Which leaves me wondering if he includes himself in this notion.
Friends,
Seems to me, we have an ongoing manipulation of trolling here in this string thread of a kind of ´Bollywood’ amount, and helped myself with the Wikipedia research about trolls, especially the chapter about the psychological characteristics of internet chat trolls, and the following quote I ´d like to share here with whomsoever it concerns or is interested:
“Psychological characteristics
Two studies published in 2013 and 2014 have found that people who are identified as trolls tend to have dark personality traits and show signs of sadism, antisocial behavior, psychopathy, and Machiavellianism.[42][43] The 2013 study suggested that there are a number of similarities between anti-social and flame trolling activities[42] and the 2014 study suggested that the noxious personality characteristics known as the “dark triad of personality” should be investigated in the analysis of trolling, and concluded that trolling appears “to be an Internet manifestation of everyday sadism.”[43] Their relevance is suggested by research linking these traits to bullying in both adolescents and adults.
The 2014 study found that trolls operate as agents of chaos on the Internet, exploiting hot-button issues to make users appear overly emotional or foolish in some manner. If an unfortunate person falls into their trap, trolling intensifies for further, merciless amusement. This is why novice Internet users are routinely admonished, “Do not feed the trolls!”
The 2013 study found that trolls often have a high expectation of what it means to be successful, which is higher than they are able to attain, and this results in them resenting others who think they are successful but who fall below their standards.”
I am sad, I cannot deny it.
Madhu
“I am sad, I cannot deny it.”
Madhu, does this mean you consider yourself a troll?
If there happens to be some space beside your blown-up ´self´, Ashok, you may re-read again?
Madhu
Madhu! I sincerely hope you are not suggesting that I keep some kind of blow-up rubber dolly in my image at my side, are you?
What with your post and Harps in Heaven suggesting that I am trying to manipulate him, I feel sure everything is going to pot on this blog-site (maybe some good will come of it?).
Believe me, both you, I am not that desperate!
Broken vow of silence. Snip. Hahahahah!!!
Ehm…Madhu, I suggest you nip out and treat yourself to a good book…something along the lines of ‘Perfect, Brilliant, Stillness’, by David Carse…Who knows, it might cheer you up?
Oh my goodness, Lokesh, you’re surely not recommending another book on stillness, enlightenment and that non-duality nonsense that offends so many readers here, are you?
Surely we’ve all read enough of all those New Age westerners who quote the Tao, and try and get their head round all this ‘ nothing’ rubbish – haven’t you?
Some of them even lived in Totnes, of all places!
As you so often profess, there ain’t no such thing as ‘enlightenment’, is there?
Will the real Lokesh, please stand up?!
Oh my goodness, Simond,
you’re surely not shoving your head even further up Lokesh’s bum, are you?
Surely we’ve all read enough of your attempts to get your head all the way up there, haven’t we?
And his bum, of all places!
As you so often profess, there’s no bum like Lokesh’s bum for shoving your head up.
Now do keep still, Lokesh, while he shoves.
There appears to be a misunderstanding or a mis-spelling here.
The book that our esteemed have-a-go advaitist is referring to is of course
‘Perfect Blatant Silliness’, by David C. Arse.
Arpana,
Many on this site are occasionally very suspicious of me, they rib me, and are deeply critical of what I say.
They may ‘misunderstand’ me, mock me. And I take no offence by what is written. I simply have to listen to it and to ask myself how I could do better. How I might explain myself more clearly, or to take the comments and learn from the observations offered to me.
I try to learn from the comments and not to take anything personally.
As a result I find many of the responses to what I write are often delightful and humorous and expansive. In return, I will use humour to support my writing, I will tease and laugh with others at the absurdity of not only what I think but also what others think.
You occasionally resort to much more personal or negative criticism of me and others. You have varied spats with other contributors, which border on violent misunderstandings. Your language is sometimes personal and uses sexual innuendo. The way you joke or mock might appear as vicious and personal.
I suspect that these spats confuse you. And you might be horrified that you are so misunderstood and find yourself criticised or mocked. You won’t fully understand why they occur.
Like most of us, you wish to be liked, or at least to be heard and to be understood. And you don’t feel that you are.
Behind your mask is a sensitive and thoughtful individual; you are well-versed in psychology and have a wide knowledge of what Osho has spoken of. You can find quotes to support many ideas that are discussed on this site. You have a knowledge of science and logic and a belief in the power of the mind. All this can be commendable and useful. But it is also can be very limited when we concern ourselves with the deeper, more personal aspects of Life.
I suggest you might question whether the clever mind that you have developed is really working.
Are you lonely?
Do you have love in your life, the support of a woman to help you integrate your theoretical understanding?
Could you offer your understanding with a greater humility and practise asking others what they mean, before you offer criticism?
Could you avoid reacting so fast to ideas and observations that don’t fit into your world-view?
If you do this, you may find people start to warm to you personally and will debate with you with greater depth, warmth and understanding.
“Your language is sometimes personal and uses sexual innuendo. The way you joke or mock might appear as vicious and personal.”
I have never used sexual inunuendo. Thats your Xtian mind, vicar.
A fine, clear, measured and tight piece of writing and analysis, Mr simond, please accept my compliments. Naturally, as I am not Arpana, I cannot be testify to the accuracy of your comments, but what you write seems to make a lot of sense to me, and I can clearly see why you have arrived at the conclusions you have drawn.
He’s really not a bad sort at all, our Arpana, although he appears to be very defensive and/or in denial at the current time. He may be going through some kind of a bad patch, as you seem to imply, and if that is truly the case in this instance, all I can say is – don’t we all?
He may well also be surprised to hear simond, that I really quite like him! I admire his honesty, and in particular his courage and determination to stand up to anybody on this site. One of my over-riding impressions of him is that he would be the kind of friend you could depend on providing you with some back-up in tight circumstances – a stand-up kind of guy, I believe.
So if you read this post Arpana, as I am sure you will, please understand that what I have written here has nothing to do with my putting on a show nor an attempt at manipulating you, although you could be forgiven for thinking both those things of me.
Finally, Arpana, for whatever it’s worth, I would like you to know that I felt authentically pissed off with your comment on Shantam.
Thank God.
I’ve been in a bit of a flap.
Thought you weren’t talking to me.
re. sexual innuendo….
Ashoker says of Arpana:
“my over-riding impressions of him is that he would be the kind of friend you could depend on providing you with some back-up in tight circumstances ”
It`s immoral Rev!
A couple of hard men thrusting at each other vigorously right here in broad daylight on a proud upstanding organ such as SannyasNews !
What a pair!
Mind you,these days everyone`s at it!
Ahh to be shure, Father Frankie, oi reckons now it was all dat gob-shoite from Arpo ’bout manipula-ti-tittay-tation as got me all worked up and den da ‘divil’ came sticking out ov me widout me even tinking ’bout it! It’s wot dem experts dat knows ’bout it- is callin’ sum blimmin’ Hell, aint it now?
Then the Grand Master of Tao, Ass Hok, thus spake unto his disciple, Har Po:
” In act of contrition, and search for true wisdom, I command needy disciple to humbly submit to Co-rectum Back Passage therapy, by placing own head with corresponding unworthy thoughts regarding Masters Shan Tam and See Mon Dee, into wind-bag-pipe-exit of honourable opponent, Jok Kee Low Kesh, for long-long time!”
(Closing paragraph of chapter 2501:’ The Last Will & Testament of Master Ass Hok’ , taken from The Pad Di Book of Enlightenment, translated from the original
by Father T. Paddy of Kerry Gold Butter).
Asslok…To think that when you type out loud in your native brogue we can actually read your thoughts and gifts of your mind is truly a spiritual gift of yours. I’m shuddering at the psychic talent you have to communicate directly without ever thinking about what you’re going to say next or whether it’s of any use whatsoever.
It is an old Celtic storytelling skill that kept the tribes listening for days for the message or the point of it all, to be sure. You are verily a true master berator of others in the tall-tale -telling championships of Blarneytown. Gosh and blow me down wid a slice o seaweed soda bread, you ol ‘tinker’ you.
I second Lokesh’s suggestion. Mighty fine book by Mr. Carse. Enjoy it!
http://www.searchwithin.org/download/realization_david_carse.pdf
“THINKING cannot be stopped. Not that it does not stop, but it cannot be stopped. It stops of its own accord. This distinction has to be understood, otherwise you can go mad chasing your mind. No-mind does not arise by stopping thinking. When the thinking is no more, no-mind is. The very effort to stop will create more anxiety, it will create conflict, it will make you split. You will be in a constant turmoil within. This is not going to help. And even if you succeed in stopping it forcibly for a few moments, it is not an achievement at all — because those few moments will be almost dead, they will not be alive. You may feel a sort of stillness, but not silence, because a forced stillness is not silence. Underneath it, deep in the unconscious, the repressed mind goes on working.
So, there is no way to stop the mind. But the mind stops — that is certain. It stops of its own accord. So what to do? — your question is relevant. Watch — don’t try to stop. There is no need to do any action against the mind. In the first place, who will do it? It will be mind fighting mind itself. You will divide your mind into two; one that is trying to boss over — the top-dog — trying to kill the other part of itself, which is absurd. It is a foolish game. It can drive you crazy. Don’t try to stop the mind or the thinking — just watch it, allow it. Allow it total freedom. Let it run as fast as it wants. You don’t try in any way to control it. You just be a witness. It is beautiful!”
Osho, ‘A Sudden Clash of Thunder’ (1976, ch.2)
Apparently, this David C. Arse chap is a regular outback guy from the boondocks in Vermont who has entered into a state of no-mind.
Well, before you Americans get carried away, I would like to point out that rednecks in a state of no-mind is something which we have a significant lineage of here in the sticks in the UK,too.
Down in the West Country we have Adge Cutler of The Wurzels, who has reportedly been in a state of no-mind since about 1971. In fact, the whole band has. Simond may even have had darshan with them when they played Totnes Village Hall back in the day, as they banged out their uncompromising message of awakening:
“Oi`m an awakened being
Oi`m in no-mind all of the day
Ooh–arrh-ooh-arrrh-ay
Ooh-arrrh-ooh-arrh-ay
Theres nobody home
There`s nobody home
Ooh-arrrh-ooh-arrrh-ay
Ooh-arrrg-ooh-arrrh-ayy.”
People just weren’t evolved enough in 1973 to get the Wurzels (part of Osho`s work, of course, was to change that).
Just consider the lyrics of ‘Combine Harvester’:
“I`ve got a brand new combine harvester
And I`ll give you the key.
Come on now and get together
And we`ll live in perfect harmony.”
`Combine harvester` was, of course, a Dylanesque coding for non-duality, and `the key` intimated the teaching, which is really a no-teaching, as pointed out by Professor Silo Fertiliser of Bulmers University in his wonderful new book ‘Perfect, Bloody Cider’.
The Wurzels are on tour right now, in fact…
I would very much advise you serious spiritual seekers to get to one of their gigs before Adge Cutler leaves his body….
Francis.
Google Adge Cutler of The Wurzels.
David Carse’s book is most enlightentertaining. I enjoyeed it and could relate to the story on a very human level. He speaks a language I can relate to with plenty of what the fuck etc. He uses a lot of quotes that put in context add a deeper significance. Osho gets one mention and it is relative. Some interesting takes on the post Poonjaji mini-gurus, who David sees as more or less unenlightened people, saying very enlightened things.
Simond says, ‘As you so often profess, there ain’t no such thing as ‘enlightenment’, is there?’
Well, not exactly. I think that the idea that there is someone who can get enlightenment is bogus. I also think there is absolutely nothing you can do that will make it happen. Sitting at wise guys feet may make the soil right, but in the end it is a spontaneous happening.
Simond concludes, ‘Will the real Lokesh, please stand up?!’
Gimme a fuckin break. Ultimately there is no real Lokesh. Just as there is no real anyone here. With the death and disintegration of the human form the personality will also go. Better get used to the idea. In human social terms I am real enough. Here today and gone tomorrow.
Arps says, ‘Now do keep still, Lokesh, while he shoves.’
Obviously the words of a closet queen. If he came to Ibiza I would send him to the gay bars in Calle de Virgin, where they are no virgins and plenty of mucho gay lords who would make a closet laddie like Arpie feel not quite so cocky. I find that many Englishmen have a suppressed gay side. Like Mick Jagger says, give an Englishman half a chance to dress up in women’s cloths and they are away with a mixer. So come on Arps, get on the scene like a sex machine….or maybe you prefer the Bronski Beat’s Small Town Boy.
Weak men always accuse men who challenge them of homosexual tendencies.
Now, now, Arpie, don’t get bitchy. Here is a wee Jimmy photo to cheer you up. You being a communard and all that.
Tao Master, Ass Hok, closely following the spiritual journey of his disciple Har Po, thus spake unto him again:
“Har Po, after little squeak, look like you go very quiet after putting head into sacred space of honourable opponent Jok Kee Low Kesh.
Ass Hok, very happy you follow dictum and wise words of Master.
Master, hope you ‘keep it up’, therefore calming down when finding own enlightenment in darkness, so to give other wise Masters’ sacred spaces necessary break-time.”
(Opening lines from chapter 2502, ‘Needy Disciple Finds Redemption on Entering Sacred Space of Master Jok Kee Low Kesh’ taken from ‘The Pad Di Book of Enlightenment’, translated from the original by Father T. Paddy, of Kerrygold Butter).
” I find that many Englishmen have a suppressed gay side…. and give an Englishman half a chance to dress up in women’s clothes and they are away with a mixer ”
……….says proud Scotsman dressed in a kilt!
True enough,but it`s global, I find.
When I was going walkabout and loafing around the streets and callejons of Barcelona,I couldn`t help noticing that an inordinate number of the street hookers where actually TVs,getting `straight` customers.
Did you know that in Karachi,the place to go cruising for gay sex is in the queue at the city`s busiest shrine?
And did Mick Jagger know about Papaji? He used to dress up in women`s clothing in an attempt to pull Krishna or something didn`t he?
It is also claimed that the “mucho gay lords of Ibiza would make a closet laddie like Arpie feel not quite so cocky”
Wrong again.
(Simond,look away now)
Actually,they would make him feel a lot of cocky.
Si, senor, mucho cocky, muy barrato.
Please remind Arpie to pack his green hankie, so as he can hang it out of the back pocket of his tie-dye leotards to attract hungry truffle badgers.
Useful info from shaven-headed guy with large moustache doing synchronised caber-tossing in a tartan skirt with wall covered with pics of Jimmy Somerville…
Johnny…remember me….
nudge, nudge, wink, wink – say no more.
know wot I mean?
Gay Enlightenment (New Topic)
After the fecund meeting of poled souls Shantam and Lokesh on Ibiza, which reconciled Chuddydom in the Melon Bar a Go Go with an historic photo, between two prose writing proselytisers, the vedic bard Shantam returned home to Chudwigstein am Lidl, fell in love with a serving girl at the local pub and disappeared from the august pages of SN wearing only a smile and an air of benign contentment on his wedding night.
Meantime, Arpana, having accused the Rev of some outrageous cruising fiction regarding his alter ego Lokesh, was himself subjected to non-stop dance music being played 24/7 outside his bedroom window without any complaints from the local village people, who joined in.
Later, Lokesh, who had been in a dream under his wish-fulfilling coconut tree, woke up to find there was no-one around in the local town square, which had been re-named as La Plaza del Fuck Off by the new Town Mayor, Davide Caruso.
What a funny ol’ world, eh!
Johnny…remember me… – classic line with Mark Almond…def one for the boyos. Always liked you make me feel mighty real…have an extended remix that I play when the vibe is right. One of my gay pals does not like it, because it is too gay. Ah well, can’t please ‘em all.
Bronski beat and Talking Heads were like the missing link that tided over the musical nightmare that was the 80s until A and E relit the fire and freaky dancing suddenly became dancing and men didn`t have to wait to score a goal at Wembley before hugging
(if I remember rightly)
“Oy, Dave!”, his girlfriend Janet had called again from just beyond the jungle clearing where they had kipped-up for the night. Janet had been busy with putting in the tent pegs, setting up the camp-fire, chopping logs, preparing the evening’s rations, collecting rainwater, and drying out their eternally damp clothes. Dave had wanted to respond, but couldn’t as he had clearly stopped existing, as an entity, a full five minutes previously.
“Oyyyyyyy, Daaaaaaave!”, when it was repeated, seemed to find only the shadowing monkey’s troop-whoop as a mocking response. “Whhooopp, Whooopppp!” they echoed back. Janet was chopping heavily into the dead tree-trunk, with more gusto this time, and this time it involved a satisfying chiselling, cracking thud, deep into the arteries of the yielding, spliiting wood.
This ‘holiday’ had been promised as an all-inclusive canoeing adventure, way-deep into the lost land of the mythical tribe of the Nevadamindios, of this mighty South American river system.
The impenetrable silence of that endless forest dripped on through the drenching tropical canopies high above the moored and softly, bobbingly-still, little balsa wood canoes. Satisfyingly helpless, cut-off from that other un-civilising mockery of civilisation, yet here it was, the living, throbbing heart of the jungle, untouched by any who had, unlike Janet and Dave, ever ventured this far…Or, had they?
“Tanka, tinka tonka tukk.” Dave was reading from the native language phrase book, lost deep in the most useful phrases for this part of the world.
“I have lost my mind and I might actually be a Brazil nut.” Dave was perplexing over this last translation. He continued, “Tukku, tick-tock-tick tock”, which apparently meant the very useful phrase, ‘Who needs a watch around here anyways, have you got a boat to catch, relax and enjoy the hammock, as you do not actually exist, at least not since you had that drink an hour ago’.
“Oyy, Dave, there’s a whole bunch of locals looking at you, if you bothered to look up. They’re constantly tapping at their own heads, laughing a lot and collapsing in hysterical giggles…Do you have any idea exactly how long it has taken me to prepare dinner?”
Dave began slowly to re-gather himself, which was threatening to tumble him out sideways from his very convenient hammock, inconveniently…
“Uhhh, ummm…ohhh, err…there is, nnn…nnn…no Dave here.” Dave offered this more in hope than in certainty, which revealed itself in a slight stutter as his eyes met Janet’s axe-dropping incredulity….
“As a person I don’t eggyisstt”, Osho was once heard to say.
He was wearing a golden robe, with a matching gold hat.
“As a person I only appear”, he explained in his soothing, melodious tones.
“When I came to know Myself the person has disappeared -
there is only a Presence…a very living Presence…
that can fulfil your destiny…
that can fulfil your…longing….”
Group photo before a crematorium!