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It was, perhaps, my last observation shared with Hilltop, (a geographical feature we call a Tor round here) and a friend you all knew before me, (as Hilltop) before I warmed to this clear sighted prankster. It is funny to me, though I realize over stated, to notice how easy it is to find the flaws in the things Maharaji says. Though I've ony attempted it a few times, and then more as, for me, an early morning exercise, a communication between two slightly impish minds. I confess I was often a bit of a back row giggler, in church; in school, the extra seriousness and awe of over inflated self importance, caused almost everything that happened to have a ring of humour about it. Little things: nothing so great guffaw inducing as the day when a perfectly good vicar forgot when to hold and when to let slide the bellrope and shot upwards, till only his boots were visible, and everyone screamed "don't leg go" at once, then he was lowered by a just toppling bell into an undignified heap beneath the fluffy bit of the rope My friend and I, barely clinging, collapsed and rose and descended in stitches of laughter, while all through the villages and neighbouring tors, the peal went into cacophonic chaos. I confess I was often the one made to stand outside in the hall, at school, yet still managed to make the class laugh through the window in the door. Holding the nose and slowly sinking was a good starter. Peering from the corner while faking a third arm to come and grab your head and pulling it slowly back out of sight was another -- grabbing the ear works too ... (Of course checking back to count the score of who saw it, and who's still laughing, was usually when you got caught) And if serious mirth outbreaks occur, running off doesn't hide you for ever. Then it's detention, headmaster's office, etc.... But I digress... I am almost, but not, pleased: but definitely, seriously amused to observe, as so many observe, his growing ability and at times, quite extensive skills at shooting himself in the foot. Oh I know, it's cruel to add vinegar to lemon juice, but I have to go and (talking with Hilltop), mention shooting fish in a barrel. Now I know that's just plain not nice! I mentioned too that I hold an R.A.F. marksman's badge, which makes it even more child's play. It's too tempting though, sometimes, it gets quiet in the early hours, (my time) and suddenly an influx of aptly chosen Hilltop links would appear. I miss him. These would kick start the day for me. My point is that it's too tempting. I don't know what the solution is. It could be that the barrel or the well is shrinking and getting too small. It could be that, like Side Show Bob, "He has some mighty big shoes to fill", Or it could be that if we have learnt nothing over these wasted years we have somehow learned to aim straight. (I won't mention our headmaster's exortations re: the school bogs.) I reckon that in examining any average paragraph from the cult or it's leader, we would find that, subliminally or not, it will contain evidence or at least clues to the cover ups, false images, unfounded promises and confidence tricks. But more, even veiled threats to enforce dosh extraction. Threats like wasting your life, or turning into rotting vegetables, or worse, munmuts, (a rare vegetable found in India). Now, what was I saying? Oh yes, I guess it's a bit catching though, as we appear to have inherited the art. Even though small feet run in our family. Modified by Lp at Tue, Feb 06, 2007, 06:44:02 |
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that Mr Rawat is.