He's so cute, he makes me wanna cry!

Or maybe Not.

Nattramn.

So while I'm listening to some Metal (after, forever, yes!), the thought of Nattramn, came back to me. Yes, the all-gore guy..so here's all I could find from his 'sold-out' book, 'grishjärta'.

"You faithful supporters of the miserable animals, I sink deeper and deeper into the well of esoteric wisdom. My way was given to me thirteen years ago by the only true prophet ever (but short) visited this planet. The direction of the middle work has not yet been fully revealed himself to me, but the last bits coming soon in its place. and now, my only purpose is to focus on "Pig Heart." soon, this tome arrived and focused on our purpose. Great times await , the eternal light is bright, the future is to find the past. I will carry this message of the new bodies and new forms. I will take the world on my shoulders, but only if the window can rule over our timeline. These papers will serve as a guideline for the eternal soul temporarily trapped in the human vessel. and let it be known that only through me, "He-She" (the true non-human) has the baton in the fire, I have opened your mind and famous you with the eternal light of the soul. follow me through rejection of man, to invoke the true and sacred animal and its final transformation into a higher being than the level in the man ... and over time you will understand just what freedom means! "
/This is DEAD END and no one will hear you cry!

No longer human, no longer slave

Lift me up

to the upmost high

let me swirl through

atoms and molecules

and let me breathe in the future

so that I can breathe out the end

finally it is time

to alter the depths of my mind

this life was but a great preparation

for the ascent

nothing more and nothing less

transformation is the key to salvation

it is time to rise again

to rise again in the great beyond

- Nattramn

The Messenger of Death -.-

I think, butterflies and moths are evil. They die, reincarnate, live, die, and it goes on about that forever. That's fucked up. Not a doing of God. :3

Even the band, Poets of the Fall, should agree with me as they depicted butterfly as guns in their video for the song, Lift.

Here's a dangerous, crazy thought from an otherwise sober (and very eminent) biologist, Bernd Heinrich. He's thinking about moths and butterflies, and how they radically change shape as they grow, from little wormy, caterpillar critters to airborne beauties. Why, he wondered, do these flying animals begin their lives as wingless, crawling worms? Baby ducks have wings. Baby bats have wings. Why not baby butterflies?

His answer — and I'm quoting him here — knocked me silly.
"[T]he radical change that occurs," he says, "does indeed arguably involve death followed by reincarnation. In effect, the animal is a chimera, an amalgam of two, where the first one lives and dies ... and then the other emerges."

What he's saying is, while a moth appears to be one animal, with a wormy start and a flying finish, it's actually two animals — two in one! We start with a baby caterpillar that lives a full life and then dies, dissolves. There's a pause. Then a new animal, the moth, springs to life, from the same cells, reincarnated.

According to this theory, long, long ago, two very different animals, one destined to be wormy, the other destined to take wing, accidently mated, and somehow their genes learned to live side-by-side in their descendants. But their genes never really integrated. They are sharing a DNA molecule like two folks sharing a car, except half way through the trip, one driver dissolves and up pops his totally different successor. Driver No. 2 emerges from the body of driver No. 1.

RIP, Mr. Thompson.

I'm writing this post in a very morbid mood as one of my fishes died. It was a gold fish, named Mr Thompson. I hadn't known him for long, probably 48hrs only, as it was gifted by our neighbor, in my absence, and even though it was only for a short while for which I had known him, I feel great sorrow. Especially, for Mrs. Thompson. She's gotten pretty lonely in there. I need to look for someone new for her, now. Poor lady. Dying is so sad. Even if it's of a little being..any life taken is sad. God, I just needed this thing to trigger me now, did I?

A couple of years back, we had another fish tank. It was bigger than this one. We had many fishes. But they all died, as the guy who sold it to us, gave us sick fishes. The garden which we had there wasn't huge, unlike the current one, but anyway, I dug graves for each one of them. Made them little garlands with ribbons which had their names engraved and buried them, properly. But that was when I was little. This hasn't happened in a long while. The last time I cried for a pet was in 09', when our domestic help lost Mr. Mitchell (my turtle) in the yard.

I love pets, or rather, animals, more than homo sapiens. Anyday. And if one of them dies, it's like one of my own family member dying. Be it a turtle, bird, fish, dog (don't even go there..when my doberman died, I felt like her spirit was following me everywhere..and god knows the nights I cried for her), nevertheless, I hope Mr. Thompson rests in peace, up there..with many other Mrs. Thompsons.

Mr.Thompson..

Mrs. Thompson.

Inkaar.

A film by Sudhir Mishra.

Starring Arjun Rampal and Chitrangda Singh.

Well, I've always loved Arjun Rampal. He's just got that eccentric touch to his acting. Pretty suitable for his role. Ambitious, Professional, Sexy..you name it!

And then Chitrangda Singh, she looks better with her bangs and flare hair, rather than the straight professional look. I mean, she looks good that way as well, but only better with the young divine look. Nevertheless, not bad.

The movie's pretty weird..considering how it's all about solving a grudge between the two protagonists..If it had to be because both of them were in love with each other, then why call up on a social worker and file a case for sexual harassment? I mean, that was kind of pointless, constituting to much wastage of time. The film is pretty vain if you consider that, but because it has Arjun Rampal, I won't call it a flop. It's just a one time watch..not even one you could watch in a theatre, because that'd be wasting time and money, altogether, absurdly. Not worth it. But, well, the styling was good, so was how the framework of an Ad agency was depicted and the styling, of course. It's like a wannabe Hollywood movie..but only with the Bollywood 'love ka tadka'.

They could have had the case solved, sued someone..you know, given it a proper baseline with an end. But well, love has it.

Society Sucks.

Legends.

A better definition to Being PERFECT? Nah.

Lonely days have come and gone.

well, been forever since I last posted.

Nevertheless,
I've been reading and traveling a lot.

Last week, I toured around 3 of the most beautiful and historically important cities of our country..Jaipur, Pushkar and Ajmer.

So if anybody knows me well, they should be known about my obsession with lights, night lamps, etc. :3
Btw, it's at Amber Fort.

They stole this from our place >.<

At the Kali Devi Temple, where they still sacrifice a goat, every day.

Amber.

They have loads of our ancestors there. :3

And they were pretty epic with such things. :3

Made up with natural colors. 

Way to Sukh Mahal.

Sukh Mahal

Mum.
Tired and Nauseated/

There's a lot about this wall, then just what is depicted about it in the simplest form here.

Jaipur.

One of the places down the hill where they sell Handicraft products.

Pushkar.

Naman kijiye :3

Ajmer Sharif.
My most favorite place <3