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The Transcendental Killer

Yogi: I would like to be in a state of deep awareness when I die. So I request you to please wait for about 15 minutes before you put a bullet in me. Let me start meditating. You can shoot me anytime after I'm 15 minutes into my meditation.

The Yogi begins meditating. The killer has never seen such a beautiful face in front of him, his heart melts.

After 15 minutes, the killer is in a deep state of trance himself. They are both in a mutually affected deep trance. When the moment came, both of them knew it, a faint smile appeared on the Yogi's face. The bullet scattered the Yogi's consciousness into a million beautiful pieces like fireworks and released a ton of energy into the atmosphere.

It was the most beautiful experience the killer has ever had the chance to be part of. As we all know, only beauty can change things. The killer realized that it wasn't the act that made it Karma, it was beauty that made it Karma. From then on, his bullets originated from his heart and went into the victim's heart.

What strange ways should one take!

The Hitman

The hitman was assigned a job. It was to kill his own family. The hitman went home and killed his family. In the evening he returned home to find that his family was murdered and he moaned and cried. He swore vengeance. He killed his employer and disappeared into the forest.

He emerged years later. A saintly man. Nothing was bad enough for him to call it bad. Or good enough to be good. He looked at the men on the streets and he saw that the were ignorant. Lost in a pattern of trained thought. He saw passion and he could recognize passion.

Passion wasn't enough. True compassion was needed to live life in its true potential. True compassion required true sacrifice- the sacrifice he made. The compassion that Arjuna had when he fought the Mahabharatha. That great sacrifice was to kill one's own sense of right- a morality that was learnt. That was the sacrifice, he taught.

Art

Her hair was Gitanes cigarettes

Her bosom, a French perfume

Her smile, many a bottles of wine

Her eyes were the blue sky

Rapist's Cure

Doctor: How many women can you rape a day?

Patient: About 4.

Doctor: After the injury?

Patient: None.

Doctor: After the procedure, you should be able to get back to at least 2 women a day. I have patients who even go upto 4, but they are professional athletes. Even if you chop off their legs, they have got it within them to go for it.

Patient: Would I have to go through rehabilitation?

Doctor: You would need physiotherapy. But its important to start raping as soon as your pain is tolerable after the surgery.

The Teacher

He gave her a slap

She smiled to herself in her mind

Blood marked a river of hope

From her cheeks to her chin

The teacher descends from her high tower

Walks amongst us mortals

Not unlike the whores she brushes by

On Hollywood every evening

The origin

The question,

Like a drop falling on still water,

Created it all!