Back in town

Ok so I didn't actually make it to the Embassy. The DhammakutA Vipassana Meditation centre. That's pronounced like Victor without the ctor and pashmina without the mi hence Vipash'na. is a cross between the Island of Lost and Enter the Dragon. It looks like Wudan mountain although practising noble silence meant staring at my feet for nine days when not meditating so I missed the kung fu fighting nuns too but I knew they were there. All the fun of a cult outwith the sexual or financial misconduct.

You know that scene where the One says I know Kung Fu. Well I know how to meditate. First day I think up your game Desie you'll have Samadhi by the end of the week you must invite all your friends if only to suggest they couldn't hack it. By second day I was thinking just finish Desie it don't matter if you don't learn nothing. It went on like the old guard. The back aches stop after day three which was also my birthday thanks for greetings who sent. And if you didn't no worries there is a reason a man goes up a mountain in Sri Lanka on a noble silent retreat during his birthday.

I might learn equanimity. I learnt a lot about pain. It's not all in the mind but the stuff that really hurts is. Doesn't make it any less real, just needs a different technique or as they all seem now to be saying, to learn to do nothing. Don't react don't respond observe gently lovingly with equanimity. Easy to knock someone's equanimity as long as we fall into any of the illusions. Gypsies tore up one of my sandals. I don't weep over torn sandals. I weep over my torn sandals. And if there is anything more of an illusion that outward manifestation it is that there is a subsistent I that has these things.

It's a body system of meditation mainly Burmese now spreading through the evangelical buddhist wing. Still tolerant gets a few caflicks. And it's impressive what you can get people to do if you have there undivided attention for ten days. If they gave me 9 months of similar dedication and I would return them Tai Chi masters one and all.

I hope to return for my honeymoon. If she lasts till day ten then a few days in La Kandy at top of the Hill in the actual honeymoon suite. Plus a bit of Sri Aurobindo designer spirituality shopping first to ease the blow.

It is a physically mental and emotional trauma to undergo. But I learnt to sit still for an hour at a time, and once you practice this increases. A vipassan meditator is known by their ability to sit still for long periods as a Yogin is known by the padma asana. I think I can get both with practice. All I have to do is to continue to wake at 4am for two hours of meditation which is far easier to achieve than maintaining equanimity in the presence of others who speak.

I'll be back in Bangalore in a few hours. I have rupees so I can eat then too but they'll give me stuff on the plane. Apparently the cousins are now being very helpful and assisting Aunty Belinda with her requests for funds. I guess John the Just was just too Just for them whereas Auntie Belinda asking for a bit more dosh was hard to refuse.

Be nice not to be overdrawn. They seem to think I will be getting an increased allowance soon and as equanimous as I intend to be and as much as I shall not be drawn into petty squabbles over my mother's inheritance with people motivated solely by greed. I will not sign away another penny of my mother's inheritance. If they cannot invest outwith my signature well then that's tough but I am not signing over any more money to them because they are thieves. I am pretty sure all I have to do is learn to say they are thieves outwith any bodily reaction with equanimity and solely as an observation. It would be contrarty to Satyagraha to state otherwise.

Apart from that back in England from December 8, they were a little naughty but things work out as they should. I chose to learn Vipassana Meditation on the top of Wudan mountain with some silent fighting kung fu Bikhunni (that's like a bikini gel of the buddhist fighting nun persuasion). So sue me.

I think I fell out with your man the priest Paul Father. I told him I would be ceasing payments for Manjulah as she is no longer at the Ashram and he has no intention of assisting her. He responded with my that's a hasty decision but if you don't want to assist my work with the poor and an odd ending which sounded like hope that's your last visit. I replied with my rights under canon 1300, asking for a breakdown of how exactly he helped this girl and asking for record of how much money he has received from me in total. I mentioned I was not threatening him with a Tribunal but I am aware of my rights and responsiblities under canon 1300. I also mentioned that I was still giving him a lump sum from my settlement at TVU in the Spring but I'd like to know how he intended to spend it as he now admits he has no further intention of running the Ashram.

He is not a thief. He just likes building things. I'll give him more money in case I am wrong about him and I'll ask another priest to assist Manjulah. Beyond that Indians is Indians but it's not wise to talk down to a Westerner when you have taken 2.5k of his mother's money and not been entirely truthful how you spent it. With equanimity mind. Thank god I didn't mention the sex scandal and my knowledge of the Nolan Committee protocols because that might have really upset him, and my path is to live life with equanimity and in the furtherance of yada yada. My path is to get meself a macwhitebook I believe and start playing some on line adventure games while mastering Vipassana meditation and the padma asana and Syriac. I do so hope the ghost sister has responded and a missive awaits in dvk else I shall just send her I phoolan Devi and a book of Lincoln's speeches before i head back home to England. Oh yeah one more gift parcel before Xmas. It is the ninth anniversary of her indefinite fast tomorrow.

I must soar on equanimity. It was fun pretending to be a Buddhist monk of the Tervadin Hinyana school, they aren't all lamas you know and anything is fun for ten days. I'll be back

Things are working out

So I had a massage and then an assessment with the Sri Aurobindo Aryuvedic Doc. I could have gone for the more spectacular hollywood fantasy villa treatment center with the beautiful french indian maidens in the jodhpur kameez stop desie. Ok so the Aurobindo one was odd. Kept stopping through the massage to answer the phone. The actual session was a chat after he took my several pulses, and boiled down to, you can choose between what is superficially pleasant but you know to be bad for you, and vice versa. He mentioned sometimes a young gel will smile but she bears daggers and an old teacher maybe a grump but have the correct advice to give. And although he suggested then in practice no sugar, no white wheat, (biscuits) white rice (can have the southern version) and although he din't specifically say no loose women of low morals who will leave you feeling empty and used in the morning and bereft of body parts, wallet and pin number I think I know what he means. He said to email or write in two months and let him know if my asthma had ceased. He feels all I need to do is to avoid the bad and stick with the good and stay away from mr inbetween, and frankly I managed a good start avoiding the red painted treatment centre, I mean it was painted red and had chinese garden kung fu maiden written all over it. I am not saying it was easy or that I still harbour yearning regrets but I did it.

And he said indian sweets are ok if made of pure ghee just avoid western hydrogenated fats. And I happened to pass an indian sweet shop marked with pure ghee sweets. God is great. If you love the universe it loves you right back.

Oh at 3 one of the travel agents will reconfirm my ticket to colombo for me for 200 rupees. Now I am sure I could do it for less but I don't know the number for air lanka reconfirmations and I don't have a phone so 200 rs sounds fine. This is a nice place. I had a bit of a worry when I realized that shopping outwith a purpose is so relaxing. I spent over two hours browsing for both pressies and unnecessary purchases for myself. It only gets stressful if you have something in mind you must have. Plus mumsie watched over me, I am restrained, I will splash out on the Macpowerwhatever it's called mind. I need something sexy to play Lord of the Rings on line and mount internet campaigns though maybe not internet campaigns it's a bit too platonic cave but stuck in the cave.

Well I think I'll mosey back along to the Guest House. I hope I haven't forgotten anyone but no doubt I have. The good thing about being a little bit persona non-grata is a lot of folks have shown their true colours and it makes it a lot easier to figure out who the alliance forces are. Are you sure this is all we go. This is all we need. Ok then.

Yep life is good. I am frighteningly saddened by my experience with that nurse woman. And that's really odd because she clearly wasn't meant to be anything other than a goad to push me to India. Now job done, why be sad. I am only sad if I write her letters I then re-read and tear up so maybe I should stop doing that. I should also stop eating sugar and wheat products (biscuits) but if enlightenment was easy it wouldn't be the grail of all grails that it is now would it hmmm.

I don't think I'll have access again till November 2 unless the buddhist thing has fallen through and if it has I am sure there is something better lurking for me behind a cloud. Ciao Namaskar, Ohm Shanti Shanti Shanti

Back in Warangal briefly

John had had his email account hacked or is it cracked anyway good news is I seem to have thoroughly confused the nigerian conman either that or the subroutine that automatically sends the email has a gigo filter. Or perhaps John was and this new guy is the false John on a longer scam intending first to lure me into a false sense. And yes people I had thought of a third possibility but frankly isn't that one just a little too complicated.

First time I took a three tier A/C sleeper train I got on and thought now there must be some mistake. Don't worry just sit down catch yer breath and that nice railway chappie johnnie with the three piece suit fob watch cap and shiny whistle will come along and escourt me to the nice carriage where the comfortable sleeper beds are just like the Orient Express. Oh dear well I guess times have changed since the good old days of the Raj.

But second time on a three tier A/C I start the journey alone, and when I wake up an hour away from Chennai I appear to be in the middle of the Nawab's hareem. There is this one gel in a golden salwar, covered in gold, has a cross so I know she is one of us, a beauty andameina. In fact in the old days I would probably just have stared at her and decided I was in heaven. I think I must be ageing. So she tries talking to me, I am beginning to worry I might be dead and this is some shell discard phantasy played out by my latent residual pranic body, but she gives up when she can only manage a few words of English and I never know what to say to wimin even when we speak similar languages. So perhaps the Orient Express is all in the eye of the whether you are in the midst of the Nawab's hareem. Hey and Indian women look amazing in the morning.

White women need make up otherwise they can look old and drawn but Indian women. Ah it would be nice to wake up next to one, but you did Desie, yeah but.

So good news I have broken the back of Syriac Grammar. Not at the stage when I can move to the second style, just reading texts. Still prefer to carry on with the second grammar book but definitely ahead of schedule. Syriac like most ancient languages has a periodic style. Main verb takes a while to appear. So although we learn grammar using sentences. When it comes to reading texts you have to learn to read periodically, which is different. Can be easier too.



Also gone orf the priest. First there aren't 150 kids. He gives that as the figure he said the same in London. But tis aspirational. He had 80 when they returned after the first week. It climbed just under a ton but possibily in part to news of the wondrous tings I had brought from exotic Bangalore.



Manjulah the Princess of Clouds is not on a scholarship with the princessly sum of 32.50 I standing order every month. She is not at the Ashram any more. Long story involving village politics. And he can't help her because it would upset three kids at the ashram whose mother her mother had struck yada yada. He can't help them all because. And so he thought he'd leave it for a while and so did I. Once I get to Pondicherry I shall cancel my standing order. Perhaps it's unfair to someone but why should i pay to sponsor a childe whom he has no intention ever of helping.

I don't want to hassle him about child sex abuse. This is India, but I am glad Manjulah is no longer coming to the Ashram. It's not as nice as it used to be but the buildings look amazing if you are into that sort of thing and take your time with the detail.



Oh but the OIAHE have taken up my case. Hey the assistant ombudsman johnnie chappie sounds on the ball. Summed up the case. This might be fun. I haven't exaggerated or made up stuff and the University is now asked to respond. I have decided to spread the award via Paul Father the Carmelite Friar who might help sort out the Ashram, and the Iron Lady of Manipur.

Things are working out here. Pondicherry is the nicest most beautiful part of India I have visited. My room looks like a proper hotel room that tourists pay for. Sea view I really need to be younger and with someone mind. Found out my flight UL122 is with Air Lanka so just have to book a taxi and reconfirm. Then on November 2 I am back in Bangalore for hte home leg.

Oh I'll send two more emails and then take a break for a while. I am sure I have forgotten many things. but time to rest up and enjoy the sea. The place shuts for Sunday or Monday so bestmake the most of what's left.

Ah Well

Fr Jose is ducking out of the trip to Andhra. How hard can it be. The train leaves sometime after 11.pm tonite and arrives sometime after 1.pm tomorrow. Actually not bad only 14 hours quicker than the bus journey to Kottayam and I am in an A/C sleeper. Bus to the Majestic or City Train Stn I'll leave at 9.pm but it should only take an hour.

Emailed my auntie Belinda, never really liked her or trusted her, but she had offered to be of any assistance, I am sure she won't get involved but no harm in asking. I just want her to tickle the cousins for me. The plan is still to outlive them. The other plan is not to trust nobody else with my money. I don't give that much away. I think I have a natural caution. I've been here altogether 8 months nearly and only recently occasionally started giving one or two rupees to beggars. I thought I'd get mobbed. But it's their job. You give them a rupee then you walk on.

I am looking forward to getting out of Bangalore and the DVK, battlefield of knowledge it maybe but I am more of a solitary loner sniper Syriac Scholar not really a team player. I looked at the possibility of going to Oxford for one year to do an M St after the MA at Kottayam. But it would cost at today's prices at least 8k sterling. Why pay 7x the going rate. I hope Lebanon gets it act together and I can do something at Antioch.

I think I'll email Babush to see if he has anything to prove his mother was a Goan National at any stage. Otherwise it's read more on Phoolan Devi, now that's a tough read, I mean haven't got to the gang rape murder of her husband yet and it's already feeling like things can't really get much worse and you know they do. It's closer to 500 pages. I hope by pg 250 she gets the gang rape over with and starts with the whole tarantino revenge cycle. She is assasinated after success comes to her, she is elected an MLA, but that's India for you.

Oh Jose worked up a contact for Irom Sharmila there is going to be a bigger campaign for November 2 the anniversary of the hunger strike, he said tenth but it's 9th surely. Either way gonna need some help here from God or whoever is out there because we are dealing with human beings here, and there really isn't any need to use terms like psychotic, people are fairly conformist, luckily I grew up in a nice borough so the sheep weren't too aggressive. But I am not clear why God is as not yet disappointed in us.

Honour among Thieves

Sometimes peeps reply to my emails usually I am not fussed. John the Just and Rick the Charismatic had agreed to wrest control from my cousins of "Trust" they are operating providing me with an allowance of 325 pounds per month. But there was talk that I had signed papers over to them and it's not clear that the money is in trust for me at all, it may just be their savings from which they send me an arbitrary amount at their discretion.

Why sweat I was born into a family of thieves, I am just a lazy incompetent one. I have tried to let John know that I will not be needing their services to stop me spending my money. I feel the efforts of my brother and cousins are above and beyond in that respect. What I really need is some money of my own. I signed power of attorney for them to sell my house in my name but they don't have power of attorney to invest or do anything with the funds other than send it to my account. I hope this sounds reasonable because there is no need to get heavy with the people who have been on my side while the carrion pig dragon thieves are on their hols spending my money on well yes the black bile does rise again somewhat.

But I figure I get some money in my account. We all get a piece of the corpse of my dead mother. How I wish I were more spiritual but I amn't. Best for me not to sign anything more for the cousins. What I find odd though is that they maintain that I am suffering from an unspecified mental illness which unfortunately they have been unable to persuade my GP to collude with. This opinion is backed by their father. The rest of the family wish me well hope that I can conclude matters amicably and assure me that they love us all equally. Cunts eh. Not quite how St James put it but there you go, probably better in the original Syriac.

I had thought the only way my brother could maintain the view was by experiencing at least a psychotic episode. But that's like suggesting the only way you could get mugged on the underground is if the mugger was having a psychotic episode and truly believed he had a right to your wallet.

Now the sad thing is I have just read the speeches as selected by the MD of the Book of the Month Club of A Lincoln. First the guy should get a medal not Abe the MD of the Book of the Month Club, he has got rid of all the boring bits, and presented in 100 pages a spiritually uplifting classic for those busy with Syriac Studies and family affairs. Phoonan the Bandit Queen's autobiography is old school. Sure catchy enough, gritty but at least 300 pages and you get life raw in tooth and claw. There are film versions available and a novelocumentary. But the point is yep it's uplifting, but it's just as easy to drop down back into the mud.

If I get some money so I don't have to worry about and I live well, compared to 85% of the population who know their place from birth, I dunno. Sri Aurobindo was right about Karma not working the way Hippies think it does. If the good was rewarded and the bad punished then as Skinner demonstrated the world would be an awfully nice place by now. That's not what Karma means you dumbass hippies.

When they return the remainder of my money, I shall like Achilles with Briseis claim it is not enough and retired to my tent until my favourite cousin dies in battle and if it were Big Di and her husband well death is something to be celebrated children. It's just like changing clothes what's the fuss all about. Though after all the sweat, vomit and excrement you probably want a change of clothes.

Shopping

Spent about ten quid on two books it's just textbooks that are cheap here. The autobiography of the Bandit Queen and some selected speeches of Honest Abe.

The black bile riseth. There is an injustice here. Not on the level of the Bandit Queen nor of Lady Sharmila in fact more on the level of Legally Blonde III. I think I shall have to reclaim some control over my money, otherwise I have to ask some sod permission if I want to purchase a book and sod that for a game of soldiers.

But if I get some money, then I can become a Syriac Scholar for a bit. I do have a cunning plan formulating of returning to Blightey as a qualified elderly and eccentric Syriac Scholar but for now best concentrate on getting to Nellikuduru. Oh I don't think I'll go with the vipissana retreat. They haven't replied since I asked them whether I can still get the visa at Kangy or do I have to get it done at the privatized visa agency in Colombo. Might be beter to stay in Colombo till I get the visa thing at least started. It should take five days. I have a return flight booked for ten days. I can treat it as a tourist holiday. Give me something more worthy to feel guilty about then 10 squid on two books shopping. Ah but chikli awaits. One more revision of the perfect tense. I think I have it shqal shqalat shqlat shqlat sheqlet shqal shqal shqaltoun shqaltein shqaln just have to identify the silent endings, a few have silent endings. This is basically the thing with dead language grammar, that and recognizing the word because the letters are odd looking and read from right to left, like hunting for chameleons, parsing. Then in phase two a few years down the line you are expected to have developed a sensitivity for the language. I hope my English style has simplified enough over the years to give competent translation. I have been developing my strenght of Winnie the Pooh style for some time. I hope it pays off.

Oh yeah the cousins, if I go on the vipissana silent retreat I will not doubt become a man of inscrutable silence and many siddhis will develop. But I'd much rather become a Syriac Scholar and discover some decent cursing Syriac Psalms, all I have to do is outlive them, and that's more me, if you use a Syriac Cursing Psalm there is no negative karma, I am pretty sure about that. Plus I am sure you aren't supposed to cheat the widow orphan or stranger and I'd be making an application under section two of the Syriac Cursing Psalm, they could respond with the whole inherit the wind proverb, but if the heavenly court grants that injunction it would only bring the whole Syriac Cursing Psalm route towards justice and the furtherance of the kindom into disrepute hmm. Anyway must get back to that chikli and some revision at least I got the Bandit Queen to relax with when my brain locks down, but that is part of the process of mastering a dead language. Do not be alarmed.

Hey and Fr Sunny my canon law hero agreed with a fatwa of mine over lunch, his friend has donated a kidney inter vivos. Now if he dies and is fast tracked to sainthood then the person with his kidney would be in possession of a first class relic. Obvious though when you think about it.

So all set

Met Fr Jose last night after Ramsa. He had contacted his laicized priest friend regarding Irom Sharmila Chanu, but the geezer said he'll pass it on to folks in Delhi try the internet. I guess if it's your job not so much romance involved. Conan the Barbarian never had this sort of problem. Or even that gruff Akkadian ex Wrestler I have come for the woman and your head. What use is the Sword against bureacracy.

As for the advocate leave it he says till he returns 8 November, which is what I would have said, often problems go away if you ignore them for long enough, especially in India. I met the advocate she was visiting DVK on other business mentioned she hadn't had time, I mentioned I was leaving for a month on Sunday, so she responded with so I'll get the interview sorted with the commissioner on Monday. I don't think she was really paying much attention mind. And I figure I'll get a two year student visa from SEERI which I could extend to five years. And not even the Great Communist Empires think longer than five years in any one plan. I should head home in March to sort out my money. Well first check there actually is money to sort out then sort it.

He doesn't mind not seeing the kids just wanted a chat with the Paul Father. If the man runs away on urgent bi'ness in Hyderabad on the day of his visit that's India too. I think it's that they feel guilty even if they haven't done anything wrong on the day, oh my god I am turning into a brown Sahib, but it's the incessant drumming, and the high pitched singing of their wimin would drive anyone to G&Ts.

Another blonde did turn up you could tell she was a foreigner always wears salwar kameez with chunni, and I have chikli for now, so leaving her well alone.

Just advised a librarian type kid on his esol grammar test. Now english grammar can be a bit of a I mean correct usage, I dunno. What's that about. When we arrive we had decided, hon no 1 psychotic brother's hon no 2 wife had a habit of saying when I shall have main verbed. Who but a foreigner but I am sure it would pass, or is that would have passed an ESOL exam.

Tail end of the cold going. I might pop down to Landmark, just to be among the friendly zombies of the shopping mall. I probably shouldn't have bought the kids anything, but a book we are talking colouring numbers letters or cartoon style flimsy ones, a 12gm choc bar and a blue pen well if you can corrupt a Lambadi that easily there is no hope for humanity. Haddon wrote the Dog Barking book easy English so, and Satchitananda has good reviews on Pantanjali's Yoga Sutras. Worth a stroll if it's sunny.

Not sure if I am getting ready for Samadhi, I hope it kicks in before the diabetes, or Jose arranges a meeting with an attractive widow, the thought of which having reflected on that last nursey person, is becoming more to the repulsive side of attractive repulsive. But I am fickle no doubt my feelings will be changed.

Orf to the kids on Sunday

Except they are on extended hols but if the priest is still there there will be hot water my own room and plenty of time to concentrate on Syriac. I shall get my East Syriac up to speed for when classes start at DVK in November.

Dennis had mentioned if I am unhappy and isolated why not return to Blighty. Hmm. Sent a stern to the Attorney (in the power of sense) thanking him for his assistance but if my cousins were going to end up with the lion's share of my mother's inheritance and the steadfast belief that they are meant to keep the capital intact for my death and they are not pressing my psychotic brother to make good on his offers of compensation then I really don't see why I have to take their funny stories about how I will give all my money away to the nearest Nigerian scammer. First What Money.

So I have decided to keep my share of my mother's dosh. There is nothing else it would appear left to me. And until or unless I sign something over allowing them to invest in their names and on my behalf I dunno this is getting a bit silly, but I am pretty sure if they were unwilling to become trustees because of the complexity of trust law then I think it's time to thank them and go my own way. As stupid as I am I still feel I am in the best place to determine my own interests given the way others have been interpreting it.

But if they can secure any of the stolen goods money etc. They can invest that. If I am being unreasonable let me know and I'll reconsider.

As for isolated I dunno. They are irritating me now. Over tea one priest I neither like nor dislike asks me why I haven't shaved. Did I not have time. Now all day I've been getting oh you must feel so free because I don't have exams. I could have let it slide. I just asked him did we get married last night and nobody tell me about it. I'm tired leave me alone. Why am I explaining why I haven't shaved to somebody I don't like or dislike. I did explain to another priest whom I don't like Mariadas but he has mary's name, why I don't iron. But even he began to irritate me when he started telling me to keep my room tidy, one it's a cell not a room, and two what business is it of his.

So yes a break would be good. I may even decide the priest is a lot nicer than I remember. I sent him not a snooty letter I hope, I tried to erase the snootiness. Letting him know that I wanted to remain a friend of the Ashram but if my presence was not required he need only let me know and I can end our relationship outwith bitterness. And in future it would be helpful if he gave me more notice before changing agreed plans. That was on he would find it difficult to book a sleeper train to Chennai bit late for me to get an advance booking now. He is delaying the return of the kids so Fr Jose the CMI checking out the place won't be able to see them after all. I also mentioned I wouldn't be getting him the whiskey to save on weight.

I figure I have done enough for him suffered enough for ireland and all that. If I hadn't asked for some rent or cash from my psychotic brother to help the kids then I would never have been accused of being a mentally ill abuser who belongs behind bars or a psychiatric ward not that I would be playing happy families still with him, because destiny is set, but this was the trigger, anyway I don't see as I have to do any more. I have chocolates, pens, books for the kids and some Syriac textbooks for meself.

Put me feet up for ten days. Last few with the wild ones. See how Manjulah the Albatross is doing the trick is to imagine she is dead so if they just screwed up her orthosis it's still better than being dead. Oh and I feel the urge to go to Landmark tomorrow and either purchase The curious incident of a dog barking in the night, and Pantajali's Yoga Sutras in Hindi, because I doubt they will have it in Meiteilon. Or I can put them on order.

Oh and the trick for my better humour. Whatever the theory of diabetes. I think it's to imagine you are a gel and made of sugar and spice. And imagine that in your gel body you have a cupboard where you store the extra sugar spice and carbs. Then when you get to 40+ somebody nicks your cupboard. So now you can't store any sugar spice or carbs. Thus when you need any for visitors or celebrations or just day to day needs you have to start taking them from your own body. Can't fool me I'm not really a gel and even if I were they ain't made of sugar and spice at all.

So I bought myself some dates, which are sort of healthy. And chiki or chikli which is a cross between peanut brittle and peanut butter. It said healthy and tasty on the package so it must be true. Nellikuduru here I come. In fact I am now so looking forward to going I don't really care that no one will pick me up from Kazipet. I am looking forward to wandering around Kazipet (not too far bag is really heavy now) finding a bus using my best accent. How hard can it be it's district Warangal. There must be a bus that heads to Nellikuduru and I can recognize Nellikuduru from the other villages. Not the sharpest is I but I lived there for five months. I shall use pigeon power.

Catch y'all tomorrow and tomorrow then I'll write again from Pondicherry. And if the President responds by email I shall pass on his regards. Well he started it with his I love Gandhi talk.

God Bless America

I noticed our Hilary had congratulated Indian Women Peace keepers in Liberia for their efforts in reducing the war crime of rape there. So I asked the Secretary of State whether she would inquire after the health of Irom Sharmila Chanu, it being one of India's contradictions that we can export best practice on the elimination of rape as a means of post conflict diplomacy abroad while still using it at home in the North Eastern States. These Yanks are efficient I got a response the next day and I believe the matter is resolved says so in the response. Nope the status is solved, which is as close as you can get to being resolved outwith actually being resolved.

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I think I am going to send a card to that nice black first lady in the White House. I don't care what you say about the amurkans but they are ever so polite. I am sure I shall get a response. I am not sure how she finds the time what with appearing on Sesame Street but I guess that's why she is the first lady and I am a termite Syriac Scholar.

Oh go figure now we have excessive rains, about half as much as normal it means the agricultural lands are now waterlogged after the drought so but the really strange thing is, the really good farmers who take care over their lands, keep struggling year by year, commit suicide, their lands are taken over by the large holders who haven't got a clue about farming but have loads of dosh and keep buying up the lands of the small holders. Eventually we should end up with all the land being owned by merchant bankers and filmstars and politicians. I guess the system still works because with a population of 1.3 billion plus you can afford to lose many good men and women. Decent fighter bombers now are in short supply especially if we want to compete with the Chinese and Pakistan. I am pretty sure we could take on Bhutan if we surprised them mind. They tried with Sri Lanka back in the seventies but they didn't get on so well. Best to leave Nepal alone. Bhutan I don't think has an army, or if they do they are all ahimsa practising buddhists, more like modern WWC wrestlers, it's about the costume and putting on a show nobody said anything about shooting anybody.

Oh and I have successfully resolved a canon law problem or rather the problem was solved, I should give it a case file number in Syriac, those yanks are truly inspiring. Oh say can you see.