Inspirational Pictures … from Reens
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Pictures Taken At Exactly The wrong Time … from Reens
Pictures Taken At Exactly The wrong Time … from Reens
Pranayama – It’s Philosophy & Practice by Swami Ramdev
Pranayama – It’s Philosophy & Practice by Swami Ramdev
Prana means life in the form of breath so Pranayama means the control or regulation of breathing. Basically the book goes into how there are different types of breath for all sorts of remedies or benefits and shlack. Then come bandhas which is where you lock in or lock out the air and again theres a few different styles for that. Mostly the kind of stuff we teach in Art of Living. Thing is it goes into breathing, then asanas (yoga postures), the layers of the body, meditation, opening chakras and awakening the Kundalini, etc… and they’re all connected in a way so it’s better you just read the book because it has a whole load of info. And even thought it’s not the best presented book, it’s still an excellent read for those interested. Lost my train of thought so thats it.
Contents
-Introduction (‘Coloured’ Pictures, Editorial, Preface)
- Why This Book
- Meaning of Prana and it’s Importance
- Kinds of Prana
- Fivefold Body
- Controlling the Prana
- Importance of Pranayama and its Benefits
- Some Rules for Pranayama
- Three Bandhas (Lockings Useful in Pranayama)
- Sitting Postures for Pranayama
- Seven Kinds of Pranayama
- Pranayama Use for in Curing Diseases
- Energy Centers (Chakras of the Body)
- Kundalini Shakti
- Awakening of Kundalini or Purification of Chakras
- Ways and Means of Awakening Kundalini
- Some Guidelines of Meditation
- The Symptoms of Kundalini Awakening
- An Introduction – Divya Yog Mandir Trust
- Public Service Organisations run by the Trust
- Glossary
Kseniya Simonova – Sand Animation … from Joe Allen (text from Reens)
This video shows the winner of ” Ukraine’s Got Talent”, Kseniya Simonova, 24, drawing a series of pictures on an illuminated sand table showing how ordinary people were affected by the German invasion during World War II. Her talent, which admittedly is a strange one, is mesmeric to watch.
The images, projected onto a large screen, moved many in the audience to tears and she won the top prize of about £75,000.
She begins by creating a scene showing a couple sitting holding hands on a bench under a starry sky, but then warplanes appear and the happy scene is obliterated.
It is replaced by a woman’s face crying, but then a baby arrives and the woman smiles again. Once again war returns and Miss Simonova throws the sand into chaos from which a young woman’s face appears.
She quickly becomes an old widow, her face wrinkled and sad, before the image turns into a monument to an Unknown Soldier.
This outdoor scene becomes framed by a window as if the viewer is looking out on the monument from within a house.
In the final scene, a mother and child appear inside and a man standing outside, with his hands pressed against the glass, saying goodbye.
The Great Patriotic War, as it is called in Ukraine , resulted in one in four of the population being killed with eight to 11 million deaths out of a population of 42 million.
Kseniya Simonova says:
“I find it difficult enough to create art using paper and pencils or paintbrushes, but using sand and fingers is beyond me. The art, especially when the war is used as the subject matter, even brings some audience members to tears. And there’s surely no bigger compliment.”
At Your Own Risk – A Saint’s Testament by Derek Jarman
At Your Own Risk – A Saint’s Testament by Derek Jarman
This guy is just oozing creativity… well he’s dead now but will live on through his work especially in the gay scene. He was a painter, theatre designer, author, film-maker, set designer, costume designer, production designer, AIDS activist, and a Saint… But we’ll get to Saint bit in a bit. The book is his autobiography, and not only about him but the social lives and differences of what he calls heterosoc and of course homosexuals. It also includes a lot of articles from the media and how they blow everything out of proportion (as always). Basically each chapter is a decade and each decade is made clear with a montage of articles, states or minds in that time and his own look and experience on it. What I really loved about his writing style (and try to do the same in my stuff) was the blatancy and rawness but at the same time keep the mood light or not too overwhelming, no matter how outrageous and offensive it may seem.
Chapters:
1940’s – mostly articles about the gays in the Military and how they would be handled etc. And how some of them would be rent boys (Rent boy = gigolo or gay gigolo). Before I go any further please note this wont be the best review as dudes writing was kinda confusing at times and also there are so many snippets so there were not many predictable patterns that set the tone for a book.
1950’s – the only note I have is about the guy that decoded the Enigma Code was gay. Maybe the big guns turned a blind eye, maybe they used him and then treated him like all the other gay folks… can’t really remember.
1960’s – something about oldies. Dude’s first visit to a queer pub. Oh yeah gays back then must have been so messed up coz if they came out, Heterosoc would make their life hell, families would disown them, etc. Until artists intervened. Laws changed and it felt like it was ok to be gay in the open but the police started giving them drama by raiding clubs and all sorts. Now Jarman keeps talking about the Heath… I guess that’s where most guys went ‘cruising’(cruising = walking, driving, browsing in known areas just for sex). And there’s some story of how the firemen would have a locking and invite gay folks in their pool after the gays had finished clubbing and shlack. Note: Any hetero that his not yet been hit on by gay folks wont even realize this but there are more closet gays than you think. For some reason I get confused as one too and, boy, the homies I found out were gay… I mean some of my gangsta-est clubbing buddies. Back to the book, before I start naming names lol. Finally gays had it. Too many were being injured or killed by homophobic hate crimes… so they had a riot. They shook the city up man! My favourite line in the whole book is when Derek talks about the Transexuals being way more violent, aggressive and just more lethal in such situations. The line went something like a dress was basically a badge of courage. And how right he is! There are lots and lots of stories of the wild sex kind but the craziest one was about… dude goes to see his bootie call and ended up in an orgy with his friend and friends dad.
1970’s – founding of the Gay Liberation Front, gay politics, manifestos, the gay manual, the drugs, baths, saunas. Special note about the hamstrings but can’t remember and really can’t be bothered. I’m really sorry. Media making it worse with stupidity and spreading the wrong awareness about AIDS. Calling it the gay cancer. The circle of death as more and more known gay folks were dying of AIDS. Pasolini, Wilde, etc.
1980’s – New AIDS acronym – Arse Injected Death Syndrome. I personally prefer Prasheel’s version – Another Idiot Discovered Sex… or was it All Interested Die Soon? Anyway… More misleading quotations from the media. Doctors were making it even worse coz if they knew their patient was gay they’d tell the patient he already was HIV+ so as to stop them from ‘funking around’. So many more deaths of Derek’s friends it’s like he never knew when he’d see them next. So he has a little Lamentation section in memory of quite a few of his friends, the memories he shared of them and a kind word or two… or not. The Sun whipped up the most flames with the most ignorant headlines and articles which were so far away from the truth. And so many pages were dedicated to such articles and headlines. And how Derek finds out he’s infected too how the kiss or death was his kiss of life. Living the life of an AIDS infected gay man, interviews on the subject and the like.
1990’s – Derek is canonised by the gay order of nuns (the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence) for his films and books and very sexy nose as Saint Derek of Dungeness of the Order of Celluloid Knights. Don’t ask. Some poems and a deep meaningful goodbye to the world.
An Appendix – Which was basically information sent to him by his friends who were involved in the struggle for civil rights. Stuff about Hetero Hero (Magic Johnson) admitting he has AIDS and turned into all-American Hero by the president. While Homo Weirdo (Freddie Mercury) dies 24 hours after his public statement and how the tabloids heave into action. Statistics of criminal injustice even though being gay was not a crime anymore. Queer Policing. Tax money issues. Something that looks like a constitution, laws, rights, demands and bills for gay folks and folks with HIV. And that’s it.
Oh no wait… there are 2 sections in the book with black and white pictures. Don’t know what they are there for. I could do the research but I’m knackered after an amazing weekend and I still gotta review an audio book and take notes on the book I just started. All I can say is big up Genie for the book and even through I used to have fun using terms like fudge-packers, fairies, etc… I’ll definitely tone it down after this new found respect and awareness of the gaylord’s struggles and how far they’ve come ;o)
MY JOURNAL (15th Apr – 22nd Apr) Week of Heaven and Chilling with my Bro and Bhabhi
MY JOURNAL (15th Apr – 22nd Apr)
15/04/09 Wednesday – Wake up at 4am. Leave Neha’s at 5. Amit and Rakhee pick me. Meet Bro, Bhabhi and the rest. Attendance: Anj, Amit, Rakhee, Ankeet, Avni, Bev (Bhabhi), Hems (Bro), Bevs folks, Divu, Ria, Kunjal, Sanjna, Aryan and baby Radha. Head out to Lake District. Pit stop, theplas, introduce bro to M&S Yum Yums. Mostly sleep till we get to Rookin House (www.rookinhouse.co.uk) Man the place was all fields and hills and sheep and horses and that refreshing smell of poo. Felt like I was in Masai Mara with less tanned folks :oS Check in and have a lil picnic and no Indian picnic is complete without theplas. Theres dogs and cats too! Anj so reminded me of Mathe. Get down to Go Kart/GP Karting in a circuit made of horse poo. Eat my dust? No, eat some random horses processed food! It was a wicked time and lots of laps. The place we got was amazing… couches, tv, long dining table, kitchen with all the necessary tools, 2 hobs and a dishwasher. Upstairs was bunk beds mostly. 2 bunks per room. I got my own room. So we do some nasto/snacks. Go for a walk around the hills and all. The sheep sound funny. Now while we were walking we saw this young horse and mom just messing around in the distance. After our walk chilled with the young’n, him and the dog seem to be running buddies. It was heaven I tell you. No ads hitting you, no drama or reality tv… until we got back and watched Apprentice hehehe. Oh and dinner was veg Khima. Props: To Avni for her music. Good old ol skool R&B (or what was then known as Swing), hip-hop and Michael Jackson. Note: The guy controlling the GP Kart laps and hazard bell owned the place. He bought it in full I tell you all those tons of acres so it’s all profit from here on out. Of course it costs to maintain the animals and lands but I’d do anything to trade places with him. As long as theres fast internet. Oh and the womens… cutie in recption, hottie in the stable, here a sweety, there a beauty, everywhere a babe babe… ol McDonald got it made. ;o) Notes: Connect 4, cards and jenga with the lil ones.
16/04//09 Thursday – Wake up with a sore lower back. Did I forget to mention the GP Kart track was really bumpy. Amit assigns teams so while one team was human bowling the other was doing the assault course. Both were knackering. More jokes and good times. Feast on lunch. Oh yeah our crew brought a lottttt of food… I mean I’m always up for a bite but had to decline a few times that’s how much. Told you… heaven! Over to Jacobs ladder… the rungs are so far apart you have to use a sling to get to the next one. Then climbing a tree, hitting a basket ball and leaving all the rest to your belayer… trust is needed. And finally the zip wire. It’s wicked but it ends too quick. I did mine in the meditation postion… hope the pics came out. Now the zip wire goes over the fishing pond and at the end you see American dad teaching 3 of his kids how to hook the worm, let the fish tire once its caught, slowly reeling it in, getting it in the net and knocking it the funk out with something called a preacher. Props: To Aaron and Caroline for taking care of us, sharing the jokes and good times. By now Ria and Aryan made friends with Lewis one of the kids of the folks that worked there. He was not only cute and charming and all those kid traits… he was very well behaved like oh and his accent just added to the charm. This time walk out on the road. Get back… I till time with Lewis (spelling). Another lovely dinner and Amit kicks of a multiple of 3s game where you have to say ‘pudla’ if it’s a multiple of 3. Then it kicks back if the digit ends with 3 etc. Note: The pudla actually comes from me saying ‘say pudla’ during picture taking but originally comes from Raj/Padi. (Pudla – basically savoury pancake) Just sounds icky. PUDLA! If you fail you have to stand up on your chair and sing or share an embarrassing moment. Bevs mom was blushing and getting all coy when her turn came and Amit amped the jokes with charas. Lol my bros was a 2 in one… I’ll leave it there unless he wants me to share lol. Over to another game called Taboo. Your team has to try and figure out the word you’ve been given but you’re not allowed to used certain connected words which are shown in the card. Then we have some close to midnight pancakes (not pudlas). Extra butter and nutella on mine please. As we finish up… Kunjal starts with the jokes. Good times. Happy bday to Bevs mom so more cake too. And finally Amit gives us some riddles… one had us thinking big time. Question: Ever been soooo knackered that you’re like lets do more and more till we just drop. Props: Amit, Rakhee, Ankeet, Avni and Anj for hooking everything up, feeding us and the entertainment. As lazy as I am even I was like… lemme do something to help out! Note: Connect 4 and cards with lil ones.
17/04//09 Friday – Shut up shop, pack, check out. Aw mother horsie have birth last night at midnight. Such a cutie. Leave. Stop at a view point. WOW!!! I mean like loch ness wow. Even the pictures couldn’t capture the entire magic and the pictures were sizzling themselves. Lakes at the foots of hills and lil islands in the lakes with single trees growing and folks in their waders fishing and rocky green hills with random houses scattered. I’ll say it again WOW! End up in Lanty’s Tarn Ullswater Lakeland for a leisure walk. I wouldn’t call it leisure but for the senses it definitely was a pleasure. More magic… it was like jumping sets from Lord of the Rings to Blair Witch or Braveheart and Cold Mountain. Oh yeah bought this 100 things to spot in the night sky and grow your own crystals. Hike and trek. Another gangsta picnic. We cleared quite a bit. Props: To Avni again for the choons. Now bro and I been sleeping away in the back till the pit stop. I just woke up and got out of the car and some big dude swore at me for hitting his car and got back in and drove off. I was like… good morning? (in my head). All gather at the HQ and it’s a pizza feast. Chirav and Madhvi come from Cardiff, drop me home. Bro sees my place (room not in the best state).
18/04//09 Saturday – Mostly clear email. Link with Viv for Battle of the Year. This sista came alone and she looked like a proper bimbo. Like the dressing and how she was looking around and all. Borehamwood, knockout.
19/04/09 Sunday – Viv hooks up onion and jalapeno burgers. The jalapeno one tasted like khicchi. Home sweet home.
20/04/09 Monday – Kasuku. Neha tells me funny story just like my encounter with the Indian midget. Over to G2K for the Jai Oshwal reunion. Man even though these folks were in my bro’s year it was good memories like P.A. and prefects. Hell I even met my class prefect. Murda and I used to fight over the prefects we had crushes on. She’s lost the chubby cheeks and glasses though :o( Reminisce, jokes, good and funny times. KP is in the house. Note: Skeletor. Abhi take bro and myself for a ride in his Audi. You can’t even feel the gear change… AT ALL! Get back and man my bro got some funny stories… I’mma try get them on Universal.
21/04/09 Tuesday – Late lunch with Baiju, Preeti, Bev and Hems. Wicked. Busses home.
22/04/09 Wednesday – I’m meant to be planning a dinner tonight for the cousins and buddies. Hope it works out lol. Chill with Genie in the garden. Link with Viv at Ilsa aunties, move bed. Dinner works out well. The Manager was really cool… I hear he gets so close and comfortable he actually said something along the lines of ‘shut the f**k up and eat’. Chilly beer. Cousins and buddies and jokes and food! And boy was I starving.
A Week in Heaven
(Since I’m gonna discontinue My Journal soon some lyrics will be from way back in the day so once again… if there’s emotions or drama in it… it’s all back in my tantrum times)
Chickoo fought me, made me tougher,
Love you for that my ni66a no matter what brah,
Aunties raised me, and whether right or wrong,
Streets gave me all I write in the song,
Oshwal grew me, had me skippin school.
Momma raised me, pop I miss you,
God help me forgive him, I got some issues,
Niki cleaned my ears, and she shampooed my hair.
I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong,
Yeah it’s goin past fast, let’s move along,
My lounge, that’s where I honed my skills,
Snoop made me believe the shit was real.
Chocolate puddin, cousins in the hood then,
Puffin on boza, drinkin papaya,
Shorty rolled with a nigga, ay spot,
Fish, Nemu, Raj and them ni66as, Avocado locked,
*** funked with a ni66a, whassup ha?
Oh, can’t forget Mini-Me in the main land,
He’s gone ’til November, how can I not remember?
Tell your moms I’m there for her and you know who.
Unless you was me, how could you judge me?
I was brought up in pain, y’all can’t touch me,
Police pursued me, chased, cuffed and subdued me,
Talked to me rudely, cause I’m young, rich like other muhindis?
And live in a movie, not livin by rules.
Gopis you’re still with me, shawties what did I say?
The time is comin, you one hit away,
Kims I ain’t tryin to change you, just give you some game,
To make the transition, to the soul from the fame,
My momma loves me, loves me, loves me.
Blueprint (Momma Loves Me) – Jay-Z (Cheap-thrill remix)