where does ur freedom end....

before i start talking about the issue on hand let me make two things clear
a) i am a strong supporter of individual's freedom. everybody has a right to do anything and everything, if it doesnt interfere with other person's freedom.
b) i believe in religious tolerance. though i am an atheist, i still believe that it gives me no right to mock at people. i respect all religion, their beliefs, and so on. Actually often i am dazed and wonder at the simplicity of such beliefs.

So coming to the issue at hand...
day before yesterday i was coming from bhubneswar to chennai. I had gone there to attend a marriage of my friend. we had stayed all night and had slept only in the morning. so when we finally got into the train, at 10 in the night, we were tired and just kicked the sack.
i dont what time it was, must be between two to four in the morning, when we heard lot of noise. The sabarimala devotees, making their annual pilgrimage, got into the train, shouting " saami saranam....."
It was to say the least - irritating.
When morning i got up, having hardly slept, i find all the devotees sprawled all over the coach. they did not have confirmed ticket. ofcourse it is legal to get into a train with a wait listed ticket, but so many of them? OFcourse giving inconvenience to the fellow mankind is never a thought in their mind, after all converse only with GOD!!!
notwithstanding the fact that our dear lalu had introduced a seat between the side upper and side lower, making each coach little more crowded, these people occupied every single space left - the places beteen the seats, the places between two thin people, the places where one guy has gone to the upper berth to catch a nap.....every possible seat.....
and top it up with the noise.....
and as if it was not enought that they disturbed the sleep in the night, when we went to sleep in the afternoon, their enchanting prayer to god, cajoled us to wake up!!!!!
thank u god
thank u devotees

what am i doing...

for defending my concept of friendship, i alienate my friends....
for defending my concept of honesty, i hurt my dearest...
for defending my concept of justice, i show no mercy to the dying...
for defending my rights, i snatch away others'...
for proving i am right, i prove everybody else wrong...
what am i doing...
who has given me the right to decide, what is right, what is wrong...

We'll See...

There is a Taoist story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit.
"Such bad luck," they said sympathetically.
"We'll see," the farmer replied.
The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses.
"How wonderful," the neighbors exclaimed.
"We'll see," replied the old man.
The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.
"We'll see," answered the farmer.
The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son's leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out.
"We'll see" said the farmer.


- zen philosophy
taken from - http://goto.bilkent.edu.tr/gunes/ZEN/zenstories.htm

my rendition of pablo neruda

pabloneruda.mp3

relationship!!!!funnily more people confuse the name of a relation with relationship.and i look at them verily, smiling to myself, and shaking my head in disbelief.i remember, one sweet girl, who saw a number of rakhi in my hand, and said - how lucky....i dont have a brother to whom i can tie. i said - hey, u can tie it to me. and she refused. not that she was in love with me. but, she understood the meaning of relationship. i was her friend. nothing more. nothing less.that night i thought about what she did. it made sense. if she calls me as my husband, i wouldnt become her husband. if she calls me brother, why does society insist that yes i am her brother. the logic system is contrived to suit our needs.and the main issue that bothers two individual is the name of a relation. if i am in love with a girl, why is it that she has to be my lover. lover is a name. when i love a girl, there is more to it than the tag.when i am happy and succesful, i want her to be my friend, rejoicing with me, celebrating.when i am sad and dejected, i want her to be my mother, supporting and consoling.when i am unsure of a decision, want a long talk, i want her to be my sister/brother...talking to me, understanding mewhen i do wrong, i want her to be my father. to show anger at me, to direct me, to show me the right path.i want her to be herself, everytime i am myself.everytime i want love, i want her to love me.and everytime, i dont want to call her by a different name. becuase it really does not matter if i call her mother, father, brother, sister, lover, she simply is the girl i love. i just want her to be there for me.....whew!!!

relationship!!!!funnily more people confuse the name of a relation with relationship.and i look at them verily, smiling to myself, and shaking my head in disbelief.i remember, one sweet girl, who saw a number of rakhi in my hand, and said - how lucky....i dont have a brother to whom i can tie. i said - hey, u can tie it to me. and she refused. not that she was in love with me. but, she understood the meaning of relationship. i was her friend. nothing more. nothing less.that night i thought about what she did. it made sense. if she calls me as my husband, i wouldnt become her husband. if she calls me brother, why does society insist that yes i am her brother. the logic system is contrived to suit our needs.and the main issue that bothers two individual is the name of a relation. if i am in love with a girl, why is it that she has to be my lover. lover is a name. when i love a girl, there is more to it than the tag.when i am happy and succesful, i want her to be my friend, rejoicing with me, celebrating.when i am sad and dejected, i want her to be my mother, supporting and consoling.when i am unsure of a decision, want a long talk, i want her to be my sister/brother...talking to me, understanding mewhen i do wrong, i want her to be my father. to show anger at me, to direct me, to show me the right path.i want her to be herself, everytime i am myself.everytime i want love, i want her to love me.and everytime, i dont want to call her by a different name. becuase it really does not matter if i call her mother, father, brother, sister, lover, she simply is the girl i love. i just want her to be there for me.....whew!!!

i look back at my old friend, who asked me a certain question...in alchemist, the boy- the protagonist is in love with the baker's daughter. for sometime, that is the only thing that means anything in his life. then he goes on a journey, in a way for hersake - a search..or any metaphor that could replace dream, meaning of life, or whatever.
in the middle of his quest, he meets this another girl, and he is ready to forsake his journey.
so, the question is - which of the two is true love in his case...

i dont know why she asked me that question. probably in this question there was an answer she was searching for herslf....i dont know....today this question means a lot to me....in it lies my salvation??? ( bahut bari shabd eh? kya kare..."lage raho.." jo dekh liya maine........)

i dont understand these days

i dont understand the things that goes around me....
one day i hate a girl so much that i decide i will never ever talk to her, and the next day, i am arranging a surprise birthday party for her.
one day i am telling everybody, i have no crush on so and so, next day, i am ringing her door on every pretext, and her thoughts haunt for another few days...
one day i decide i will help not help somebody, next day i leave my job to sit and help for that person leaving the job i have at hand. the persons i used to hate, now i love them. person's whom i used to love, i hate them. persons i thought are very caring and understanding, are not so. the person i thought were cold hearted, seem to have a genuine caring heart.
nothing that seems is what they seem to be. everything is an illusion, my philosophy is reinforced.
i try not to interpret people. i try not to understand them. but i keep thinking abt them.
if people are good or if people are bad, why should it bother me.....
if i love them....i should love them..,.wther they are good or bad...then why do i so often complicate my thinking...
is it because i am still a humanbeing

i dont understand why people talk to me....i mean strangers...who absolutely know nothing abt me....its funny that they actually do....and its absolutely frightening too
its not that i am handsome. its not that i exuberate the charisma of great leaders...worse....i can hardly speak to strangers.
when i am introduced to people by mutual friends, i can hardly speak more than a word - say hi...or hello...ohhh nice to meet u. looking at probably at my disinterest, i often am left alone, in the middle of a conversation.
so why do strangers talk to me....probably because some intuition tells them that if they are ever introduced to me, i would hardly speak, so they just dont introduce themselves and start speaking without giving me a chance to show that i am disinterested.
other day, i was waiting for a bus, a guy, as young as me, probably younger than me, started talking to me. he drives lorries, but he has no licence for two wheeler. he makes good money to send to his family. his manager takes care of him well. his friend is not as good as him...and so on.....his dirty dress, pan in his mouth, his local lingo, frightened me. i kept checking my back pocket to ensure he is not putting a trap to try his hand on me. having been a victim of pick packet, i was little cautious. but his bus came, and he left, and he left with sweet wrods, ok we will meet tomoroow and talk. i hardly ever take that bus, but he promised familairity!!!!!
then there is this bsf fellow i met on a train. he talked abt all his heroics - in the kashmir borders, in the bihar elections, abt how he miraculously escaped from death twice and so on.
and then he talked abt how he was worried abt his brother,who had not been in contact with him for two weeks. how he could not even reach him through his friends, because his friends pleaded ignorance abt his whereabouts......
and then there was this girl, who was travelling with me in the bus. i was reading a journal paper, she asked do u exam. i said no. she said why are u reading lets talk. i often get bored in a bus, if fellow passengers dont talk. so kept talking, just like kareena in jab we met. and there was a fellow with me. she forcefully became a friend with both of us. she asked all kinda question. finally when she asked abt love, i told her, i am already in love, and the other guy said he is still searching, she called me brother, and started concentarting on the other guy. lucky escape........
but why do people have to talk to me...
and why people talk to me...it beats me....
but it is often leaves a nice taste in the memory

just when i thought i cannot forget her

just when i thought i will start drinking to forget her memories....
just when i thought i will ruin my life - for a life without her is not worth living...
just when i thought, all important things of life are worth giving up
just when i thought, all friends are less important, and dumped them into my stranger list, for her memories became alive in their presence....
just when i thought, i could dissolve myself in unending pain to forget the pain her silence brings...
just when i thought i can never forget her....
there comes this beautiful phantom of feminity, man has ever known in this world......and i get drenched in the rain of love....
no...its not love as people say..because i know the love, a mortal feels for another, because i was there, and i have seen it all....
no, this is not that kind of love. this is where, the sum total of love human kind has ever seen and will ever see, wrapped in a single moment and thrown at me , assaulted at me...
and lo! i have succumbed to it...
its not that she is the most beautiful girl in the world......but she was at that moment the most beautiful woman i have ever seen, and she still is, the most beautiful woman i have seen.
its not that she had a charming smile, but her smile has kissed all the pain out of my life.....
she changed my life in a jiffy.
people say love is this and that. and i was telling that myself half a day ago. but love has nothing to do with a boy or a girl.
love is the moment.
and i know....i am in love.
i dont know i will ever see her again.
i dont know if i will remember her.
but the warmth, the joy, of the moment will always stay with me.
and years from now, i will still say - i saw love.

is it that i was taught wrong

all my life i was taught that if u love sombody, truly and wholly, the person will love u back.

is it that

i dont love her truly enough

or

is it that

i was taught wrong

EVERYDAY, the question becomes stronger - who are we? why do we exist? what is the meaning of our existence. what makes it worse is the fact that people dont understand my question. they are contented with mixing the definition of their career/happiness/satisfaction with meaning of life. i wouldnt be complaining, if this act of theirs deprives me of companionship in this quest.
i walk alone....without any support.
i was talking to somebody who does tantra. he assured me supernatural exists.
i dont belive him. but he gives me the much needed green signal to go in the quest of the absolute truth.
though initially i just wanted to go in search of the truth - to know whther any absolute truth exists. i am sure of it now. though it does not mean, that absolute truth is synonymous with paranormal truth. so, indeed i am going in search of it.
as i say this, i think it is important i tell the other thing that i discovered too. call it great conspiracy theory. whenever anybody mulls over the question of absolute truth, the whole universe conspires such a way that he is pulled deeper into the intricasies of human relationship. as if the universe conspires against u from finding the absolute truth. perhaps thats why the sacred books talk abt vairagya as a way to find truth....
anyway...let me plan it out

why everybody is one and the same

hey,
as i try to answer ur question - how i claim everybody is, inspite of layers, one and the same, the superficiallity glowing with revenge to distract the truth......I thought i will address everybody, as i think, this could affect everybody, who can read and understand this letter. MY CLAIM - that everybody is one and the same - can be easily seen, if u are simply willing to see....a little deeper....if u do that...u will find people are beautiful....each and everyone of them.....My last trip to indore to culcutta and back to chennai, in a sleeper class of our beloved indian railways, brought me close to all kind of people. Two andhra businessman with nocare attitude towards me, one eunuch who was attracted to me, one eunuch who supported him/her, the gang of eunuchs,who were strongly behind these two, a disoriented scientist at indore whose only arguement was i am right because i am right, a scientific assistant who had seen his five year old son die before his own eyes only months ago, a young scientist who wanted to make a mark in science but had to fight authorities, a young research scholar who became so attached to me that he was crying when i was leaving, young girls who were interested in teasing me for the goggles i was wearing for conjunctivities, a soldier in bsf who had seen election manipulation in bihar and near death in kashmir who was still waiting to hear news from his brother who had simply gone missing, the soldiers wife who didnt care abt changing her dress before me, a head of scientific lab who taught i was too smart that he decided not to teach me anything, another famous scientist who liked me spent hours teaching everything, another scientific assistant who pitied me and taught me how to ask for water and pitied my silence in an overbearing kolkatta, a girl who fell in love with me, a guy who was in love with her who was wondering why because he was more handsome settled as a gret scientistwith and had really pleasing personality, a senior scientist who was bisexual who wanted to take advantage of me though i bet his wife must have been really ignorant about it.then there was this hyderabad trip where my pocket was picked, the autodriver who unscrupolously raised the auto fare knowing i was stranded, and so on...the different gamut of people i met, each as different from each other, as water and fire.the layers and layers, each dissolving in more layers.but i still claim everybody is one and the same, because i found, each one of them beautiful.people are beautiful, if u can see that beauty, u can see the differences dissolve.these beautiful people, are afraid. all of them. one kind of insecurity or the other haunts them. for some it is as simple as finding next time's food, about finding a mate, about finding peace, about seeing oneself in the mirror that night, for others it is as complicated as an alien trying to contact them as in beautiful mind. no, i was only kidding. the insecuriy can be a continuance of their past experiences. it can be a need to be talked to or a need to be listened. also the ego, is usually the most important aspect of each one of them.so, whenever u find anybody really happy, or really disturbed, if u find anybody really angry or really frustrated, reaaly withdrawn or making a show of oneself....look at them, j, with ur beautiful eyes at their beautiful faces, of their innocence, their inability to deal with their insecurity, abt their beautiful committment to fight, abt their desire to as beautiful as u and me, their desire to be recognised, their desire to hide.....inshort, if u can give them that jadoo ki jappi, a hug - to tell them - "no matter what u say, no matter what u do, no matter how things are with u, how society is treating u, no matter whether u are wrong or right, i will be with u...because i can see the beautiful u.....belive me, their beauty will shine through all these layers, and u will find them, as i saw - everybody is equally beautiful
love u
Pandian

why do we think, the way we think?

why do we live, the way we live
why do we smile, the way we smile
why do we think, the way we think?

rationalism, logic and human existence

i dont know a thing abt any of the word used in the title of the post. or should i say, i dont understand at all.
consider for example, both ur twin sister have been kidnapped by a saddist. he promises to release only one of them, and kill the other brutally.
whom would u chose to save.
can rationalism prove that rational thinking is rational? while irrational thinking can prove irrational thinking can. dog is black and moon is round. so rational thinking is rational. and irrational thinking is best.
when we fall in love. there is no reason we fall in love. yet we conjure up reasons. isnt that how science works.
what is the purpose of human existence. nothing. what is better - dying as a begger, or dying as a multimillionaire who has served millions of people. neither. i dont opt to die. if both are dead, what does it matter how they lived.
dont want to write a thing, because i should concentrate for my big day tomorrow so,leave the post incomplete......that gives it a sense of completeness
and yeah....
let this be madness....yet there is a method in it...


PS: the post is complete. the idea of incompleteness is just to showcase how we leave out the most important questions of life for the sake of mundane human affairs!!!

?????

As i travelled towards home, i realise that life could be surmised as a bus journey. I have not chosen the bus, nor the fellow travellers, nor the road. i am just destined to travel. even were i to chose another route, the road would not be mine. even if i were to carve out the road, the land would not be mine. my destiny is just to travel. probably the destiny is also not chosen by me. Then i could as well refuse to travel. but is that a real choice?

when man stops to think

it is appalling to see all men and women on this earth think the way they think - that is, they dont think at all. why. what happened. i dont know.
people have fixed ideas. worse people have limited logic.
they refuse to think more than what has been taught and what they have read.
for them, its like perception of color. what they see as red, is red. no matter whther they see it on a fruit or a paper or a traffic signal. they know it is red, and will die for its cause.
but then what u see as red may not be red. thats elementary optics. but then who would wanna think. for they know and they can see, a red is red is red.
thats how we look at love. some people like to talk abt love as divine blah blah. and others, who think they can think, define it more practical way. call it hormones. others who think they can think better, they will call it socio economic inflence. others might refuse the existence of love. but then again they think that they think that love is so and so. but then love is simply love and love need not be love. people wont understand it....and it is a sad reflection of the state of their mental degradation

pain is pious

long ago, when i was in college, an American lady came to our class. i remember asking her - why do Christians wear cross? because it was on the cross, jesus was ill treated, his hands and nails were nailed. He bleeded and died on this very cross. so when u wear a cross, doesnt it rather bring the sadistic nature of mankind. she said - the question was a difficult one to answer and probably what i said was true, including, possibly, if jesus was electrocted, probably, she said all christians, would be wearing an electric chair.
of course she took time, to explain the powerful meaning of the cross, and what it represents to the fellow believers.
but the idea remained in my head that people celebrate pain.
in hinduism also, we celebrate ravana's vadha, how bhima tears a demon into two half, how narshima tears open the demon with his hands, and so on. each death and gory event celebrated with fanfare.
it always made me think is it in human nature to celebrate pain. or is it pain tht beautiful. finally i realised, that pain is no beautiful, but it is pious.
when our hand bleeds, it bleeds because it removes, all the impurity from the body, making blood pure again.
so does the pain associated with pregnancy....it is celebrated.
why go so mch far to explain this. have u ever seen a mosquito bite u. and did u ever let it bite u, seeing how it sucks r blood. the pain associated is absoltely pios, because, u r donating ur blood for its offsprin....more arguements continues

i was just thinking this, that indeed it is waste of time, to write for losers, who have given up the hope to find the truth, and if u prod the, would say smugly - what truth. so i write from today, for i have been entrusted to pass on the light. but it is none of my business if u people prefer to stay in the dark. i dont care. its their choice....

and as i though this , i came across the test, whose result, i proudly display below.....

You Are 78% Misanthropic

Here's the truth: Most people suck. You are just lucky enough to know it. You're not ready to go live alone in a cave - but you're getting there.

How Misanthropic Are You?

what does it matter

what does it matter, if u die tomorrow.....the world will just move on fine...well without u....few will shed tears, fewer will remember, but with time, ur existence would have become debatable....

what does it matter....
like dogs, we are born, we eat, we mate, and w die.
In dogs we call it mating. in humans we call it making love.
in dogs we call it intinct. in humans we call it learning.
finally we die, thats the ultimate truth, with all our actions, whatever it may be, making no sense at all.
some prefer, not to question thus, and try to soak each moment in the moment. by finding meaning in love - girl or money or social cause. by finding meaning in the satisfaction of the moment. Conveneinetly forgetting the bigger picture, that it does not matter......
nothing matters....
no action...
no love....
no cause...
finally we all die, and thats how sad life is.......
go, i tell all the people, find a meaning, and live a hypocritic life. put a sham.....but i tell u...it does not matter

love is meaningless. only relationship is meaningful

ofcourse, i have stated before, in my first post, that people have stopped thinking. so it came as no surprise, to find people, finding themselves at crossroads, deciding to hold on to whatever was thought by other people and passed on to them, rather than to think.
and precisely, i could be accused of passing on my thought. but more than beliveing me, i want people to think. if, and what a big if it is, people do start thinking, it will become obvious, the things i am stating here.
ok, let me start with an example ( i would like to mention though, examples are the worst way of explaining things, because examples can be misleading, and are often misunderstood. but i use it, for lack of imagination from the part of my readers) .
We love our parents. right? we tend to belive we love our parents. but look closely, isnt it obvious we love our parents, because they are our parents, rather than who they are as individuals or who we are individuals. we love them, for the relationship that binds us.
ofcousre, there are parents, who dont love their children as much. but do the children, start hating them. no. not until, the relation stops having meaning. that is to say, we love our parents, till the relationship ceases to have meaning.
more often we see, we find children, once grown up, married, they move on, and scarcely care for their parents. why? is it that the love for their parents has grown less. no. not at all. the relationship has lost its significance.
i ask everybody, how can we love some person today, and hate the same person other day. is it love so fragile. so tangible. does our love depend upon how the other person behaves to us. ( if yes, then i would like to remind u, u r not talking abt love, u r talking abt newton's third law of action reaction)
and if that is the case, what does it mean to love a person indefinitely, forever. it is meaningless.
listen, we need a relation. and that is what we strive towards. let me ask u, again, why do we love a person. the easiest reason is, i dont know, i just love a person. when most things, in life, have a reason. how come love doesnt? is it because, we are hypocrites. we are cowards. we fail to acknowledge, we need a relation ( which is very tangible, and materialistic) and as soon as we use reltion, we think of physical relation, and feel ashamed of ourselves.
but the relation i am talking abt, is the need to bond with others. the need to identify ourselves and differentiate ourselves from others. we love others, for our sake. for the sake of relationship. because alone we feel insecure.
suppose, today, ur beloved, hurts u. in a way, it is irraparable. u have simply decided not to talk to the person ever again. u still think of the person. why? is it love? if it is love, isnt love all about forgiving. isnt love all about compromises. isnt love mutual. infact how could the person u love so much, hurt u. because, love can never hurt ( i am not talking abt love not being reciprocated) . love simply is. then why do we feel hurt and move on. its not because love has suddenly faded away. its because, we find the relationship, we are in is no more sustainable.
as an individual, its relationship we seek. as a kid, we sought parents, teh we sought friends, then lover, then wife, then children. love is just a bonus. whther love is there or not, we will pursue the same path. ( dont the parent love their children, no matter how bad the kids are. is it love. or is it because they are their son's and daughters ( relation) . )
think again.
looka t ur memories they are filled with sweetness and bitterness, arising out of a relation. u forget the love they gave u. ( can u remember the sweet lullaby ur mother sang every night, can u remember the warmth of her smile, the first time ur beloved spoke to u.....no all u remember is the warmth of the relation they provided, the comfort, the assurance )
even from a evolutionary point of view, what advantage, does love provide. none at all. ist only the relation, that makes life so much advatntages

love is meaningless. only realtionship is meaningful.

ofcourse most of u would find it difficult to separate the two, love and relationship. the obvious question would be - "isnt it a fact that love breed relation. where love ceases to exist, doesnt the relationship die?"
i still maintain love is meaningless. its existence is a pathetic lie, to which we hold on for our own seemingly meaningless life. its only relationship that fulfills our life and gives meaning to our existence.....
( watch out this space for the complete arguements)

love has no meaning. only relationship has

Since i am just discussing the main themes of the major philosophy i am developing, which i am writing as a book, here i just present a brief sketch alone. so i leave the natural unnatural topic, and move on to the next theme. ofcourse for previous posts, kindly see the comments and please feel free to ask questions. since i have mentioned before, most of u have stopped thinking, i have no problem doing the extra thinking!!!
watch out for the explanation of the topic, in the next post

reject every thing unnatural -2

why reject unnatural. because we are in an age where that is the only option left. science proves nothing. it simply says, this works so and so because that works so and so. similarly maths prove nothing. magic never did. logic never can.

so in this wilderness, when we are in lookout for some kind of support, where everything - our logic system, our consciousness is a suspect ( whose existence and reality can be questioned), isnt it natural to reject everything unnatural.
by unnatural, i dont mean man-made. if an ant makes an ant hill, we call it natural, so if a man makes a house, why shouldnt we call it natural too. isnt man part of nature?
when i say, unnatural, i talk about things that are against are nature. let me explain. if we see somebody dying on the road, our first instinct is to help. but, gradually, we have seen so many cases of police interference, and nuissance arising of this, that we seldom step out ot help them as time passes by it becomes natural for us to not help them, and simply to walk away. but this is what i call as unnatural. to act against our instincts, to be conditioned. because the natural reaction comes, when we find our own relatives on the road dying....we tend to help them.
in rejecting unnatural, we also claim all are equal as all our natural. to differentiate between natural and unnatural behaviour, ask urself, if u would act the same way in other circumstances. if in all circumstances, the answer is yes, then yes the act is natural. or else it is unnatural.
ofcourse, like all philosphers, i reiterate, it wil be difficult to follow. to tiring to ask again and again, what is natural and what is unnatural and act upon them. but as time passes by, u will become accustomed to selecting natural things, that this will come out naturally

reject everything unnatural.

i tell u, and i tell u because u have stopped thinking long ago, reject everything unnatural. ofcourse, it would seem a wise question to ask what i refer to as natural and unnatural. and since u have stopped thinking long ago, let me elucidate. everything, that makes u queasy is unnatural. a forced smile, second thoughts, compromises, dutybound work, everything, that is not natural is unnatural. reject them.
throw away the veil.
accept things that are only honest and pure.
ur first work would be to identify what are natural and what are unnatural.
ofcourse i will that to u, since u have stopped thinking, but before that i have to tell u why reject unnatural. i will explain that in the next post.