the bylakuppe story

"so much buddha"


and the monk came riding in his ferrari... riding riding riding up to the old inn door.


and who should be waiting there but "so much buddha"


"with a rooftop over our heads"


"i remember those cheers
they still ring in my ears
and for years
in my thoughts they'll remain"


"cos one night i took off my robes
and what did i do?"


"i forgot to wear my shorts
i recall every fall
every hook
every jab
the worst way to get rid of the flab"


"i know i'm no olivier
but if he were to fight sugar ray
he would say
the thing aint the ring
but the play"


"so give me a stage
where this bull here can rage"


"and though i can fight
i'd much rather recite.
THAT'S ENTERTAINMENT"


"that's entertainment"


*clap clap clap*


returning to pertinence... and buddha country


there are deers of heaven to be had... and peace to be plucked


bullshit! i love inanities. i guess i've made that obvious.


but sometimes i fool myself into thinking there is a profound streak running through my seemingly disconnected cognitive patterns. "profound... like james brown"


"so much more buddha"


"lets export some to bamiyan"


so as it happened, jack, robin and i took off one evening. one of those few instinct fuelled trips that didnt go bad. one thing i can vouch for is it was wonderfully therapeutic. rid my head off a million demons. and at some point as we watched a bunch of monks chew away on strange edible rolls and play snake on their nokias as we waited for the next chanting session, i found myself and an old way.
om mani padme hum.