U G Krishnamurti, popularly called and known as UG by his admirers is no more, but in a sense he is “more” now in this world, such is the power and penetration of his words and wits that he has left and impacted on the trackless track of this world. It just catches “fire” and nothing less or more. Eventhough through rotten traditional lense UG appeared to be a Useless Guy, in a clean lense UG is forever a Unique Guy. As a humble admirer, at least I felt like expressing these words, not for praising UG, but just for my conviction, for that crazy UG doesn’t want people to remember and worship him both when he is alive as well as dead.
The contemporaries JK, Osho , and UG are unique in their own way in hammering this mad world. May the breed of these Unique Guys live more on this beautiful earth.
An Artistic Sketch of UG:
This is the art work ‘lovingly’ created by IKURU, who I understand, is an attached as well as detached remote admirer of UG too. Remote in the sense, he never had a chance to meet UG physically, only once he spoke with UG on phone, it seems. That reflects in this UG painting that he has created here. Ikuru always loves and adds more humors amidst the so called tumorous journey of our life. I would like to add a note that this ‘art piece’ is not hosted here in appreciation or ‘worshipping’ of UG, but rather as an appreciation of human expression of art and beauty. May long live our ‘heart and art’!
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Who told you to be happy? There is no illusion greater than happiness. Happiness can neither happen, nor one can attain it – you can only play and dream around ‘perfect happiness’, postponing the very gift of life. Life killers like philosophers, fiction-peddlers, spiritual messiahs may only vainly talk and write volumes and volumes of profound but never found thing called ‘happiness’. Life knows no happiness; life knows no unhappiness. Life has nothing to do with toys like happiness and unhappiness. Life is so self-expressing and flowing, it doesn’t need anything. Life is never short of anything.
All the so called hocus-pocus circuses, spiritual messiah techniques and sadhanas are at best mere phoney pebbles before the very face of life force. Our phoney spiritual gurus have perfectly polluted the humanity and this world beyond repair, and now it is business as usual for them. In a sense, a terrorist act is more fresh, fragrant and action-exploded, more live and life-friendly – it may shake life; but the so called ‘appears-to-be’ life-friendly sermons of attaining the unattainable ‘eternal freedom and bliss’ from our spiritual and philosopher messiahs are the worst kind of and most severe terrible blows to life force, ever played on this earth.. Hard to see or speak, but it is the stark reality.
We say, ‘a flower is beautiful’. Flower cares nothing, it just does its job and foregoes. we say, ‘sun-rise there is beautiful’. Sun cares nothing, it just does its job and goes on. we say, ‘a bird is beautiful’. The bird doesn’t care anything, it just flies here and there; grubs on some nuts or fruits or worms, and fucks and freaks out, when it feels like it. That’s all life. Life is innocent, simple and mere survival, and there is not an iota of eternal or holy sermon in it.
Pleasure Peddling Gurus
Submitted by D. Madhusudhana Rao
“Anything you experience based on knowledge is an illusion.” - UG Krishnamurti
“Anything you experience based on knowledge is an illusion” - UG KrishnamurtiWhich means, our pleasures, our relationships, our sorrow, our beliefs, our spiritual experiences etc etc all are based on knowledge and hence illusory?
My God!
But unlike UG, we are trapped in this web of illusions and there seems no way out and no light at the end of the tunnel?
So what next? What lies ahead?
I think we cannot do anything but live in illusion, enjoy this illusion and die in illusion!
UG freed himself from the illusion creating mechanism but was sure that he cannot help in any way to lead us out of the illusion.
But I must thank UG for enlightening us by saying that we cannot but live in this illusion forever and honestly accepting the truth that there is no way out in contrast to the pleasure peddling gurus who promise “freedom” through meditation, passive awareness and radical transformation and etc.
Our honey bees are disappearing and dying “If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe then man would only have four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants, no more animals, no more man.” - Albert Einsteinout on a massive scale that is never heard in the history, across the globe, more reportedly in Europe and the United States. This strange news has been reported many times in the recent several years. Our scientists are on it to decode this sudden mystery of bees disappearing from the face of our globe. Scientists aptly identified this calamity as “colony collapse disorder” (CCD).
It is reported that the bees simply fly away from their hives and never return; whether they are losing the track or direction and why they are doing so is a mystery. It is also reported that the honey in the abandoned hives remained untouched by other species – is another mystery. Is this that the honey produced by the bees is no more honey but poison?
One thing is very immediate and legitimate that the end of honey bees would spell the end of human species – if honey bees are not there our honey-moon on this earth is going to end soon for sure. If bees are not there, our entire plants and food chain are to end or evaporate abruptly. It is told that Albert Einstein long back rightly pointed out, “If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe then man would only have four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants, no more animals, no more man.”
Whether the genetically modified crops are spelling the catastrophe for the bees; or is it due to the reckless pumping of pesticides and other toxins to harvest more; or some mites sucking the bees of their immunity – all these are the speculations that are taking rounds. And also, the less talked about aspect of mankind’s too much intrusion into the natural life style of bees and extreme artificial method of manipulated harvesting of bees to squeeze more honey and money might have caused the degradation of the divinity, dignity, immunity and beauty of the bees.
The extinction of the bees is just not a concern in terms of honey or money, but the very survival of human spaecies on this earth. Farmers are worried that there are no bees to pollinate their blooming crops. But the bigger worry or question is that there no more be any human species left on this earth to worry soon, if bees are not saved from our reckless activities. Save bees to save human beings, no other way. We can not eat iron ores and survive?
[Thanks to Ikuru for reminding about the news and calamity from the net.]
Watch a BBC News video, reported way back in 2007:
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Yes, laughter and fun is the only way to nirvana, it seems. Order of the disorder is the way. Burden of seriousness and sermons has deprived the mankind of the simple abundant joy and juice of life. Fun is the only antidote to these cancerous serious things called god and holy heaven. Who knows, now someone says there is nothing to know or even not to know? Laugh as much as you like, that’s the only way to life and to God (if god exists). Even in your tear you can laugh. Only in our thoughts life is a big deal to be burdened with. Otherwise life is just a child’s play. Let’s play child a moment from our otherwise wild life.
The strange sermons they play under ORDER OF DISORDER there -
PRECEPTS OF THE ORDER OF DISORDER:
TheThree Treasures –
Disorder
Humor
Love
The Three Tenets –
Not even not knowing
Just wait
Belly laughter
The Ten Guidelines –
1. Don’t kill anything by taking it seriously 2. Don’t steal anything unless you can get away with it (and you can’t) 3. Don’t worry about promiscuity; no one would look twice at you- you clown 4. Don’t lie by pretending to know anything 5. Forget about intoxicants, you are already a mess 6. Laugh at yourself at least as often as you laugh at others 7. If someone makes a fool of themselves, pay your respects and join in the fun 8. If you can, smile. If possible, giggle. Whenever there is a chance, laugh with all your might. 9. Have fun. 10. Don’t laugh at Bernie, Yoowho, or Kuku….
And I also admired the following sayings there –
(bowing backwards):
LONG LIVE eCcentriCs,
absUrdists, NONSensiCs,
levitYnistiCs, and eXuberostiCs
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Along with friends I recently (in the first week of Aug 2009) made a trip to Kashmir valley thanks to Amarnath yatra. The whole world knows the grandeur and wonder of this nature’s snow valley. It was a hot summer there, but the valley down there flowing with the whitest water and splendour gave a cooling breeze to my eyes and senses. My emphasis here is not to write about the good old splendour and beauty of the snow-clad hills and flowing valleys there, but the mundane daily life of the people there in the context of the highly hyped terrorist blot between Pakistan and India. We deliberately interacted with the people in the street and also with the army personnel deployed at strategic points there. Everybody expresses friendship, love and harmony there. We spent two chilling nights as guests in the Army head quarters, thanks to one of our friends’ proximity with some staff there. Everywhere it’s the breeze of friendship and life. “Kashmir Valley knows only harmony, but Pakistan and India play only dushmani.”True human nature unfolded everywhere: Muslims or Hindus, people move and mingle beyond the barriers or borders of religions or rituals there. People are interested in their life and business, never in the dirty politics or rhetoric. They are interested in their daily bread and butter, better life style, and it has less to do with colours, religions or sermons. We visited both the Hindu and Muslim shrines there and paid our respects. Even though one of our friends belonged to the traditional pious Kashmiri Pandit family, we have had no qualms about the labels and religions. In fact this friend has had lost his father’s own house in Srinagar, as it was sold way back in 1990s under the compelled circumstances.
On this occasion our friend made it a point to visit his old sold home in Srinagar. We accompanied him on this historic emotional revisit, that too after a gap or lapse of almost over twenty years. The whole lane there was being guarded by the police personnel for security reasons. It was his father’s house, where he had grown up. Finally he located it – front gate closed with high walls. The new name of the house read, “786 Noor Manzil”. It is now owned by an equally pious cultured Muslim family. Our friend’s father was a highly admired personality in the entire area there, loved by all the people there beyond religions or community labels. Even though there was a shade or veil of fear or suspicion in the thin air up, a young lady opened the door and welcomed our friend inside along with us. Our friend recollects: the same good old big house, the only change that now it is painted with different color. The new owner of the house has had known our friend’s father, and he along with his pious wife started connecting the things well and a whole saga of communication and communion surged there to the pleasant surprise, emotional bond and happiness of our Kashmiri Pandit friend and all of us there. On hearing the arrival of our friend there, many neighbours and Muslim friends came there from the backyard; when the Muslim men and women hugged our friend in a bond of love, we saw there not an iota of religion, but just life and its force in its purest form. An unforgettable event of get together there. The whole family members sat with us on the floor in full reverence in the living room and served us the high tea snacks. There was no religion in it but the natural human communion. Our friend’s gesture of lifting a small kid there up and kissing was a scene of transcending the manmade barriers of hate and discriminations. Love knows no religions. To the surprise of all of us, our Muslim friend gave rather returned a book, ‘The Gita’ (Urdu version) to our friend as parting gift. I could sense the moist in the eyes of our friend while receiving back this holy gift from the Muslim brethren. Our friend’s father has had this Gita book left in this house, incidentally. Our Muslim friend – the newly occupied house owner – preserved this holy book all these years with all reverence, only waiting to be safe returned to the right owner and finally now it reached the right hands. What a best example of mutual trust, respect and tolerance of human nature in its finest color and flavour, indeed. It may appear to be a small stray incident, but this is a miniature of true innate human nature that may naturally unfold in all human beings, irrespective of our religious or otherwise affiliations.
Perhaps, the isolated terrorist and extremist acts, however systematized it may appear to be, should never be equated with the will and wisdom of the people on the street there. The high towering Himalayan mountains stand there as a monumental but mute testimony to the saga of human consciousness and freedom infinite. The infinitely sequenced white snow clad Kashmir hills and valleys flowing down with the purest whitest water in its fullest grandeur and splendour there may affirm a hundred times the ‘life force’ that knows nothing of hate or love. If we fail to sense it and indulge in petty ‘our water our soil’ quarrel, then the existence will never excuse us, it’s just self suicidal to all of us. Both Pakistan and India need to mend and end their ‘hatred and bloodshed’ game for the new young generations and our children to come. The water flowing down the Kashmir valley is so sacred that it’s inhuman to convert into bloodshed.
I asked my Kashmiri Pandit friend, “Do you see in a near future any once for all solution coming to this Kashmir land fight between Pakistan and India?” I could see only his tearful eyes as he whispered, “May be we may not be there to see the solution. May be in fifty years time there may come a solution once for all.”
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Our friend Ikuru, it seems, is good at hunting the net, and this time he sends in the following Video on YouTube: Top Secret UFO’s with Bob Lazar – 1 of 6
As all of us know, the mystery behind the UFOs (Unidentified Flying Object) remains a mystery till today for the larger mass of mankind, and the main science just rubbishes or suppressess it. Many vital threatening information, especially of extraterrestrial origins are deliberately kept as a guarded secret by the global politicians and power there in the ‘best interest’ of mankind (they alone know what’s this ‘best interest’). There’s a strong notion that there may exist an alien world with alien species and our earth is connected to it. Whenever there is any imbalance thanks to the most destructive selfish acts of human beings on this earth, these aliens do try to silence it or if need arises may not hesitate to wipe out the whole human species from the face of this earth on a final phase. This is the last threat that may trigger the mankind to mend and move on with the existence. More mystery and stories are taking rounds around the globe there. It’s only a matter of time for the so called chilling science fiction to turn into a hard and loud reality in front of the very eyes of the mankind.
American scientist Bob Lazar there sheds some amazing first hand science light and facts in a most cool gear. Here is the video on Youtube, a best pitch to touch the aliens and UFOs (a disc-shaped flying craft supposedly piloted by aliens) there. Bob Lazar passionately dreams of using the mysterious UFO technology for the good of mankind on this earth. It seems the video belongs to 1990s.
Pooja, daughter of Mahesh Bhatt, says, “finally UG has left my father with a taste of life.” Today Mahesh Bhatt is a much mellowed down, changed man – and now the never before heard small acts of flowers falling on his cheeks, and a dog wagging his/her tail, are of more life-juicy, significance and senseful. With the series of the lauching of his newly released book, “A Taste of Life: the last days of UG”, Mahesh Bhatt is at his best, serving straight the ‘taste of life’ and there by demystifying the shackles of fraudulently held holy world of myths like gods, sermons, and the gurus; and saying that ‘the only meaning of life is LIFE’. Perhaps, the best tribute we may pay to UG is to never to make him another God, but to Undo God (UG). You may listen to a few words of Pooja Bhatt, straight from her heart, on a recent launch of this book there on this video clip accessible on Youtube:
Yes, it’s released now! Here’s the video clip of the launch of the much awaited Mahesh Bhatt’s book, A TASTE OF LIFE: THE LAST DAYS OF UG, on YouTube. You may listen to some of the excerpts of this strange book straight from the ‘monster mouth’ of Mahesh:
Here are some of the excerpts of expressions made by Mahesh Bhatt, in the context of the release of his bigger than life dream book on UG – ‘A Taste of Life’, as given under the news item link: http://sify.com/movies/fullstory.php?id=14893340
“It was like fire—lava—coming out of my belly on the paper. The book was not an exercise in flashing my writing skills, it was a sense of awe and wonder that drove me to write the book.”
“This is the most defining work of my life, even bigger than my movies.”
“He (UG) was like a blossom in the wilderness which bloomed, withered and then crumbled—the one that was there on a universal plane and yet not there—kind of ephemeral.”
“UG, the anti-guru who deconstructed the myth about men playing gods, was like a wildflower who chose to die unsung.”
“What struck me was UG’s simplicity and honesty that stripped spirituality of its divine pretences.”
UG used to say ‘I am not a godman, I would rather be called a fraud’.
“I had the privilege to be with him in life witnessing his staggering experiences and even in death which I describe as the taste of life because it removed the morbidity that one associates with death like the wind blowing on a landscape where bloom and decay were all one.”
“On the morning of March 22, I saw thousands of black ants marching in a line on the white carpet, up the white sofa and on UG’s stone-like face where they spread out and completely darkened the left side. There were thousands of them moving with the frantic intensity of life. I remembered someone asking him some time ago what the ants were doing in his room. UG had replied they were ‘coming for me’…”
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U G Krishnamurti, popularly called and known as UG by his admirers is no more, but in a sense he is “more” now in this world, such is the power and penetration of his words and wits that he has left and impacted on the trackless track of this world. It just catches “fire” and nothing less or more. Eventhough through rotten traditional lense UG appeared to be a Useless Guy, in a clean lense UG is forever a Unique Guy. As a humble admirer, at least I felt like expressing these words, not for praising UG, but just for my conviction, for that crazy UG doesn’t want people to remember and worship him both when he is alive as well as dead.
This is the art work ‘lovingly’ created by IKURU, who I understand, is an attached as well as detached remote admirer of UG too. Remote in the sense, he never had a chance to meet UG physically, only once he spoke with UG on phone, it seems. That reflects in this UG painting that he has created here. Ikuru always loves and adds more humors amidst the so called tumorous journey of our life. I would like to add a note that this ‘art piece’ is not hosted here in appreciation or ‘worshipping’ of UG, but rather as an appreciation of human expression of art and beauty. May long live our ‘heart and art’!
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It is reported that the bees simply fly away from their hives and never return; whether they are losing the track or direction and why they are doing so is a mystery. It is also reported that the honey in the abandoned hives remained untouched by other species – is another mystery. Is this that the honey produced by the bees is no more honey but poison?
Order of the disorder is the way. Burden of seriousness and sermons has deprived the mankind of the simple abundant joy and juice of life. Fun is the only antidote to these cancerous serious things called god and holy heaven. Who knows, now someone says there is nothing to know or even not to know? Laugh as much as you like, that’s the only way to life and to God (if god exists). Even in your tear you can laugh. Only in our thoughts life is a big deal to be burdened with. Otherwise life is just a child’s play. Let’s play child a moment from our otherwise wild life.
made a trip to Kashmir valley thanks to Amarnath yatra. The whole world knows the grandeur and wonder of this nature’s snow valley. It was a hot summer there, but the valley down there flowing with the whitest water and splendour gave a cooling breeze to my eyes and senses. 
My emphasis here is not to write about the good old splendour and beauty of the snow-clad hills and flowing valleys there, but the mundane daily life of the people there in the context of the highly hyped terrorist blot between Pakistan and India. We deliberately interacted with the people in the street and also with 
the army personnel deployed at strategic points there. Everybody expresses friendship, love and harmony there. We spent two chilling nights as guests in the Army head quarters, thanks to one of our friends’ proximity with some staff there. Everywhere it’s the breeze of friendship and life. 
our friends belonged to the traditional pious Kashmiri Pandit family, we have had no qualms about the labels and religions. In fact this friend has had lost his father’s own house in Srinagar, as it was sold way back in 1990s under the compelled circumstances.
our friend made it a point to visit his old sold home in Srinagar. We accompanied him on this historic emotional revisit, that too after a gap or lapse of almost over twenty years. The whole lane there was being guarded by the police personnel for 
security reasons. It was his father’s house, where he had grown up. Finally he located it – front gate closed with high walls. The new name of the house read, “786 Noor Manzil”. It is now owned by an equally pious cultured Muslim family. Our friend’s father was a highly admired personality in the entire area there, loved by all the people there beyond religions or community labels. Even though there was a shade or veil of fear or suspicion in the thin air up, a young lady opened the door and welcomed our friend inside along with us. 
Our friend recollects: the same good old big house, the only change that now it is painted with different color. The new owner of the house has had known our friend’s father, and he along with his pious wife started connecting the things well and a whole saga of communication and communion surged there to the pleasant surprise, emotional bond and happiness of our Kashmiri Pandit friend and all of us there. On hearing the arrival of our friend there, many neighbours and Muslim friends came there from the backyard; when the Muslim men and women hugged our friend in a bond of love, we saw there not an iota of religion, but just life and its force in its purest form. An unforgettable event of get together there. The whole family members sat with us on the floor in full reverence in the living room and served us the high tea snacks. There was no religion in it but the natural human communion. Our friend’s gesture of lifting a small kid there up and kissing was a scene of transcending the manmade barriers of hate and discriminations. Love knows no religions. To the surprise of all of us, our Muslim friend gave rather 
returned a book, ‘The Gita’ (Urdu version) to our friend as parting gift. I could sense the moist in the eyes of our friend while receiving back this holy gift from the Muslim brethren. Our friend’s father has had this Gita book left in this house, incidentally. Our Muslim friend – the newly occupied house owner – preserved this holy book all these years with all reverence, only waiting to be safe returned to the right owner and finally now it reached the right hands. What a best example of mutual trust, respect and tolerance of human nature in its finest color and flavour, indeed. It may appear to be a small stray incident, but this is a miniature of true innate human nature that may naturally unfold in all human beings, irrespective of our religious or otherwise affiliations.
terrorist and extremist acts, however systematized it may appear to be, should never be equated with the will and wisdom of the people on the street there. The high towering Himalayan mountains stand there as a monumental but mute testimony to the saga of human consciousness and freedom infinite. The infinitely sequenced white snow clad Kashmir hills and valleys 
flowing down with the purest whitest water in its fullest grandeur and splendour there may affirm a hundred times the ‘life force’ that knows nothing of hate or love. If we fail to sense it and indulge in petty ‘our water our soil’ quarrel, then the existence will never excuse us, it’s just self suicidal to all of us. Both Pakistan and India need to mend and end their ‘hatred and bloodshed’ game for the new young generations and our children to come. The water flowing down the Kashmir valley is so sacred that it’s inhuman to convert into bloodshed.
“Do you see in a near future any once for all solution coming to this Kashmir land fight between Pakistan and India?” I could see only his tearful eyes as he whispered, “May be we may not be there to see the solution. May be in fifty years time there may come a solution once for all.”
Our friend Ikuru, it seems, is good at hunting the net, and this time he sends in the following Video on YouTube: 
Here’s the Slide Show of the proud event of launching the book, ‘A Taste of Life: the last days of UG’ in Bangalore, happened on 10 July 2009:
