TIME OF FLIGHT

IF TIME EVER WAS A VARIABLE ...THEN THIS MIGHT HAVE BEEN A NEW YEAR....
HOWEVER  I FEEL LIKE WISING SO HAPPY NEW YEAR  TO ALL 

SHARING A PICTURE...NIGHT SHOT WHEN CAMPING OUT DOORS ON THE TOP OF SHUSHUNIA HILLS (BANKURA) 

FEW DAYS BACK.

ANTHOLOGY OF OMICS

                                                        BIRTH OF A CONFUSION

                                                                 
                                                                    ACCEPTANCE

                                                       TRIFONOV'S PERIODICITY

REFLECTIONS

                                  THE SELF REVELATION
                                    ( ATMA-PRAKASH)

luv maichinE

Drft...wud


Bitch in pipe...line ..
Bitch down the drain......
luv makes..a .machine of me .
in a cold conveyer belt

Shanty Song AMRI 9-12-11

drft....wud




JhopARpATTi ZiNDABAD..... 
uCHE HAVELi.....muRDA BAD .
todi goenKa agarwala ........
pANty Ke NiCHE KALA BAGiYA.
HumNE saLA DEKH LiYA..........               


poetry dont say it all..and wont register..in most shaitan middle class Khopri ...still flocking these marwari...brothels day after they gased 90 fellow humans .....but this is the language they understand...sorry can't and wont waste asthetic labour on this nonsense class......middle class..curse them they will get it...cos they earned it...... such are spineless middle class dhandhabaJs....all..this class ever do is...blame politicians and hate torture xploaite  hulmiliate the lower class...                              after all it took a shanty didi..to...bring in some humanity in this inhuman baniya world seen nacKed yesterday.....9-12-11 
my puBiC HAiR 2 uR WoRlD
 i Am ur HATEFul.....shanty... 
AND uR my...niGHTmaRE THAT RECuRRS EVERY DAY.....
in thousand myRid faces  
WHiCH ARE All ugly

The Immortal

Are you Fucking Freaking me ........they are making...a film from Borges 15 page of infinity....The Immortal.....here is the story in nursery rhymn style for those mumBiya dirty picture dupe heads who will never even know who Borges.... was ...is...was.....let alone read it......................i seriously doubt..the veracity ..of the claim.....cos it will take a Borges or Homer to make it...for that we have to sit out an infinity.. i dont think this guy ever got a producer ...wish he gets 1.
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The Immortal
by Borges
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Towards the beginning of this story, some military refugees find their way to Borges’ camp. While they are exhausted and wounded almost to the point of death, they still manage to convey the story of a secret river whose water offers immortality. Intrigued, Borges takes a few loyal soldiers and some mercenaries on a search for the river. After weeks of fruitless searching, Borges’ troops plan mutiny, but he escapes, and continues his search alone. Before succumbing to death himself, Borges discovers a secret entrance in a mountain. The path inside leads into a giant labyrinth: rooms of seven doors each, with six of them leading backwards, and only one leading deeper into the maze. After a countless number of rooms, Borges finally finds his way out of the maze into an even more perplexing kingdom of mystery. He is convinced that this is the kingdom constructed by the immortals, although it is abandoned now. Borges therefore moves on to search for the immortals, and their secrets. Eventually he comes across a tribe of primitive men, who are incapable of language, speech, or hardly even movement. One night, it pours, and the rain stimulates the tribesmen to move out of their normal positions. At this point, Borges decides to try to make contact with one of them, and to teach him a couple basic words. After weeks of trial, however, the man whom Borges names Argos, after the dog of Ulysses, makes no progress. Finally, without any warning, Argos reveals that he can in fact speak. He professes to be the author of the Odyssey, Homer. Borges quickly comes to realize that Homer (Argos) and his fellow tribesmen, and even Borges himself, are the immortals. At this point, Borges ponders the many implications of being truly immortal, including the reality that an immortal will do everything eventually, and that time no longer has any relevance. After time, Borges and Argos part, and the former devotes his life to searching for the river that removes immortality. Eventually, he succeeds, and he dies a satisfying death.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsOM4IBtYRE