Quotations "Tall man small shadow"

Tall man small shadow- 10 Philosophies

1.What is the purpose of his life? What he can achieve if he continues to live? His death could have a purpose but not his life?

2. A visible emptiness is greater torture than invisible emptiness. Especially when you are expecting more.

3. A professional care is mechanical. The care of your loved ones has a healing effect on your ailment, and also strengthens your emotional and spiritual bonding."

4. Old people die not because no one cared for them but because someone they expected care from did not bother.

5. The shadow is positive; it's not the absence of something. It's an effect of the cause; it's not the part of the object.

6. So far you have more than you can eat and there is someone who sleeps hungry, you are a sinner.

7. All around me is a crowd of mediocrity, with neither great virtues nor great vices, who run a rat race towards the bourgeoisie.

8.One may enjoy being empty provided the creativity caused by such void or emptiness is trapped and put to use, in the self interest or in the interest of humanity at large.

9.It is good to pray even if you do not believe in God.

10. Maturity is not understanding the culture and behaving accordingly. To know the meaning of life is maturity.

                                                                                                               ~Vipin Behari Goyal

Meaning of Life

Initially when I was searching the meaning of life, I thought it could be reason for life. A seed has reason for life, to grow become a tree, give shade, give fruits, be used as medicine, produce oxygen, sustain life, produce many of own kind and look beautiful . There is a reason of its being. There was no such reason in my being, but it has some meaning. That meaning could be inherent but exploration is required. I did explore, made mistakes, and corrected them. In the end I was stuck in the vacuum and unless I cross it no further exploration was possible.

                                                                                                              From: Tall Man Small Shadow

 

Unconditional Love...

                           

Another beauty of my unconditioned mind is its being capable of unconditional love. My love has no boundaries, it is endless.  This endlessness is not infinity. I have already explained that to take care is no proof of love. Doing things that make others happy without expecting a reward is also not love. I take care of a lot of people and make lots of people happy without an expectation does not mean I love all of them. I am capable of unconditional love also does not mean I love everyone unconditionally. One has to draw boundaries to make them feel special to whom we love.

The Old Man and The Nymph

This novel is about old age, about four Nymphs who seduced three old people. This is exceptionally well written novel about geriatrics and their emotions.

I am not your shadow

                                     Excerpts from "Tall Man Small Shadow"

 

 

When Aalya reached for Seema's house, the maid opened the door. She informed Aalya that madam was in her bedroom. Aalya had  permission from Seema to enter into her bedroom anytime. She slowly knocked the door, heard some consenting sound and opened the door. Seema was lying on her double bed in her gown. It was a pink colored expensive gown showing voluptuous figures. Aalya was always intrigued by the beauty of Seema. Seema saw Aalya with half opened eyes and asked her by the gesture of finger to come near. When she was close to madam she opened her arms lying on bed inviting Aalya for embracing. She was not sure if she is making the correct interpretation of this gesture. She was puzzled for a moment but in her heart this is what she was longing for long. She entered in her embrace with full plunge as if afraid that any delay would result in withdrawal of the offer. The fragrance of Seema's body was better than orchid fragrance she loved most. Her body was like velvet smeared with cream. Seema kissed Aalya softly on her cheeks. The lips were warm and Aalya flushed furiously. Aalya could feel the heavy bosom of her guide on her own small mounds.

Life is absurd. so is death

I was walking through a park now. It was clean and without traffic pollution. The bench under jacaranda tree, where I often sit and contemplate is unoccupied. Some children were playing. On Sundays the park is monopolized by children whole day. The bench is at isolated corner of the park surrounded by many flowering trees. There was a violet carpet of jacaranda flowers on the ground. I could catch my breath here. Except some voices of children in the distance the park was totally silent. Slowly these voices also become part of silence and I am at peace. The anxiety of Aalya's marriage is over. She has her own fate which I don't control. The boy would search her, or she him. Once she is gone I will have no purpose in life. May be I can spend time taking care of my wife. What is the vacuum I fill in this world that will remain, if I die now, on this bench. I lie down on the bench and pretend dead. I could listen to my own heart beat. A dead man with heart beat. May be my heart is pumping mechanism, and there is no blood to pump. Few flowers had fallen on me. Great funeral. Nature is also ready to bid me farewell. I felt as if I have filled some vacuum in nature. Some flowers float in the air change direction and fall on me, others coming at me go stray and fall on the ground.

A flock of birds settled on the tree of jacaranda and sung a chorus. My eyes are closed; there is no movement in my body. Birds are not scared of me. One sits on my shoes, I can feel her beak searching for food in the crevices of my old shoes. Wherever I will be after death, I am sure there will be no bird searching for food sitting over me. There is an urge to shake a leg. I control and remain motionless. The bird flies away after some vain efforts. Next time I will remember to put some grains in the crevices of my shoes. A dead man has no right to disappoint anybody.

In search of the Tantric father

My second novel:

This is a story of American girl who comes to India in search of her biological father who was a Tantric....It's an incredible story of Incredible India.