Osho's Disciple Manisha Ji -- He ain't there in Pune -- Please come to Hyderabad for Discourses and The Bodhi Tree Moments -- The Whirling Dervish -- if you're busy with her things a virtual tele presence like spectral phantomi-ish visitation ghostly or otherwise to my Blog Page would not only exorcise the deep seated deep rooted demons of envy and jeaoulsy and all core kernel of evil and you would be saved just in time from the wrath and anger of The Lord of Mankind Jinn and all that Ecisits -- The Lord of the Noble Throne The Lord of the Mighty Throne
You helped me learn to be an Indian or rather how not to be an Indian and I was so savagely dunno all suffix-y devasted to find out this discreet nefarious evil cruel @@$@%@$@%@% secret that your're a nepali. A Suitable Boy right out of Vikram Seth's Novel is so dumbbfouned moonstruck blahblahblah-stuck that he think he finally has found what soul mate Nope no ways an obscure link that dunno asserts that Vikram seth is writng a sequel to it A Suitble Girl. Lies Deceit Evil Devils Deamons The WitchCraft Practitioners The Sorcercers Sihr Magic VroomVroom Vrooming out I-ching says the fun is in the chase so vrooming out to stalk this witch on a broomstick this reminds me i've to get some matchsticks ...machis hai?
My stark-naked vested interest is that Manisha Ji BTW do you get visa on arrival er drat ahem we have some sort of treaty or pact or something right -- and, incredible-ly India -- we still Honor that -- it's reciprocal ain't it Manisha Ji Aren't it I apologize The nuances or non-sensical subtelities of langauage you see stick mulishly foolishly bullishly obstinate-lish=ly headstrong-ish-ly to manual to standards blah blah blah Manisha Ji -- This is deceit colossal a giagantic lie tantamount to treason the banishment of Eve -- the tribulations the very origin of I don't know moral anarchy moral sabotage the unkindest cut of all so see I always get derailed or dunno ADHD what's H short for I forgot lol Hyperactivity or Hyperacidity A NepaLIZE girl in this El Dorado-ish society of DemiGods and DemiGoddess -- you pygym-ish God all these profanity filter activating keywords those diabolic daemons masquerading ass our messiahs or mentors or gurus were blurting out Manisha Ji just quoting 'em with Parental Advisory Guidance Discretion dunno --
Manisha Ji: Hi again! I'm keyin-in this letter ...it's a draft copy, of course -- I'm vroom-ing out to the nearby shack to eat something -- it's 11:55ish -- If you aren't in Nepal then we share the same time zone -- day light savings there eh. Manisha Ji? I just read somewhere and this I don't know some repeat offender juvenile most probably I never assume presume anything but you see they say Holmesian Logic The Science of Deduction is real -- no quack -- mumbo jumbo hocus pocus blah blah blah so see I always get distracted anyway someone was just blurting out this chew the cud fetish they love on any obscure pulp literature-ish riffraff mundane mediocre dunno site that you're a Nepali. So I'm writing to ask you are you Sherpa? Or what're those Gorkha? Nepali or Indian Gorkha? Gorkha Regiment?
So this letter isn't unconditional -- nothing is -- Please read Dr. Wayne W. Dyer's Book: Pulling Your Own Strings -- and, please visit my Blog. It's http://maqsoodqureshi.blogspot.in/ and accept me with absolute unquestioning implied replied applied explicit implicit trust two way one way your guru O My Bride The Reason For My Existence May You Live For 100 Years.
Manisha Koirala Ji: Hi! My name is Maqsood Qureshi. I'm from Hyderabad, Telangana. I first saw you as I believe most of us movie goers and buffs in perhaps your newbie-ish rookie-ish amateur-ish movie in which you strongly suggested an fuel-efficient and environment-friendly alternative to Smoke Signals in the form of ballons.
The Phantoms -- The Specters -- The Spooks watched that movie again and again and pliagiarized your brianchild-ish avant gardish SOS Morse code -- you probably never got the credit for it even in vague Telly interviews by these
Bird droppings as talismanic -- harbingers of I don't know -- a subtle vixen-ish insinuations --surreptitious references to invoke Cupid -- I'm forty-four-years-old -- I watched your movies -- I read about you -- serious mainstream or diabolic paparazzi-ish -- both -- sometimes -- like all of us -- I'm from an underprivileged blah-blah-blah background and blackboard jungle drop out -- and, this nabob notorious for his polo playing frenzies -- has just returned from you know this-that place -- stalwart of old school tie-ism -- I'm not goofing around with you Manisha Ji -- you were so from the beginning -- so
I don't know -- the only word I had in my coveted vocab was awe–inspiring and that too is now so cliched -- The word cliche itself is cliched -- I don't know -- what do you call this
for his daily dose of Schadenfreude?’
self-styled
-- that offensively squelched self-styled -- armchair critics and newcomer Profilers -- vendetta backdrop -- feudal lords like private armies and skirmishes and all that -- that bonfire footage was pretty bloodcurdling -- the inevitability of separation -- ubiquitous and omnipresent mortal fear -- the imminent and present dangers of getting caught red–handed -- The minimal duh reprisal would nothing short of kangaroo court-ish death sentence -- I was in Abu Dhabi at that time -- at my sister #2's place -- and, that song in a nano-second-ish-elaspe time turned into my anthem -- my manifesto -- I as if in state of hypnotic-or-something absolute bliss -- The Bodhi Tree Moment -- This is the Moment of Nirvana -- The Osho-ish Moment -- I Seek You -- So this is what our Himalayan Sages call The Enlightment duh ain't they been telling us about this--you know T-H-I-S gypsy-ish This you know This Flower Poeple-ish -- like since zillions of years eh? -- delirium -- The Whirling Dervish-like Trance -- turned the volume up -- My sister must've been making Chicken-65 for me -- at that precisely -- sharply -- Divine-Intervention-hour -- I don't think she fathomed the metamorphosis -- the metamorphic processes -- that melody -- theatric -- euphoria -- triggered in me -- I was nuked as if an asteroid struck me -- martryred lynched obliterated and then hey presto eureka -- By the way, are you a skeptic or believer, Manisha Ji eh? The Lilliputian in me is zapped -- condemned by occult overpowering overwhelming forces with Evil-Grinning-Faces -- beyond my human unceremoniously to rigourous Sisyphean ordeals till eternity -- for no real reason -- and and The Brobdinagian awakes from zillions of years of cosmic slumber -- Honestly, Manisha Ji -- Zillions of years ago I couldn't foretell forsee no such premonition or anything psychic or shamanic or this-that paranormal jargon -- that I'd be writing this sort of spunky open letter to you -- which is unbecoming of me -- a seriocomical heroicomical tragicomical on a ubiquitous social medium like Facebook -- there's no Internet at that time -- at least, in the Emirates -- BBSes were around but I wasn't aware of 'em.
chain reaction
You helped me learn to be an Indian or rather how not to be an Indian and I was so savagely dunno all suffix-y devasted to find out this discreet nefarious evil cruel @@$@%@$@%@% secret that your're a nepali. A Suitable Boy right out of Vikram Seth's Novel is so dumbbfouned moonstruck blahblahblah-stuck that he think he finally has found what soul mate Nope no ways an obscure link that dunno asserts that Vikram seth is writng a sequel to it A Suitble Girl. Lies Deceit Evil Devils Deamons The WitchCraft Practitioners The Sorcercers Sihr Magic VroomVroom Vrooming out I-ching says the fun is in the chase so vrooming out to stalk this witch on a broomstick this reminds me i've to get some matchsticks ...machis hai?
My stark-naked vested interest is that Manisha Ji BTW do you get visa on arrival er drat ahem we have some sort of treaty or pact or something right -- and, incredible-ly India -- we still Honor that -- it's reciprocal ain't it Manisha Ji Aren't it I apologize The nuances or non-sensical subtelities of langauage you see stick mulishly foolishly bullishly obstinate-lish=ly headstrong-ish-ly to manual to standards blah blah blah Manisha Ji -- This is deceit colossal a giagantic lie tantamount to treason the banishment of Eve -- the tribulations the very origin of I don't know moral anarchy moral sabotage the unkindest cut of all so see I always get derailed or dunno ADHD what's H short for I forgot lol Hyperactivity or Hyperacidity A NepaLIZE girl in this El Dorado-ish society of DemiGods and DemiGoddess -- you pygym-ish God all these profanity filter activating keywords those diabolic daemons masquerading ass our messiahs or mentors or gurus were blurting out Manisha Ji just quoting 'em with Parental Advisory Guidance Discretion dunno --
Manisha Ji: Hi again! I'm keyin-in this letter ...it's a draft copy, of course -- I'm vroom-ing out to the nearby shack to eat something -- it's 11:55ish -- If you aren't in Nepal then we share the same time zone -- day light savings there eh. Manisha Ji? I just read somewhere and this I don't know some repeat offender juvenile most probably I never assume presume anything but you see they say Holmesian Logic The Science of Deduction is real -- no quack -- mumbo jumbo hocus pocus blah blah blah so see I always get distracted anyway someone was just blurting out this chew the cud fetish they love on any obscure pulp literature-ish riffraff mundane mediocre dunno site that you're a Nepali. So I'm writing to ask you are you Sherpa? Or what're those Gorkha? Nepali or Indian Gorkha? Gorkha Regiment?
So this letter isn't unconditional -- nothing is -- Please read Dr. Wayne W. Dyer's Book: Pulling Your Own Strings -- and, please visit my Blog. It's http://maqsoodqureshi.blogspot.in/ and accept me with absolute unquestioning implied replied applied explicit implicit trust two way one way your guru O My Bride The Reason For My Existence May You Live For 100 Years.
Manisha Koirala Ji: Hi! My name is Maqsood Qureshi. I'm from Hyderabad, Telangana. I first saw you as I believe most of us movie goers and buffs in perhaps your newbie-ish rookie-ish amateur-ish movie in which you strongly suggested an fuel-efficient and environment-friendly alternative to Smoke Signals in the form of ballons.
The Phantoms -- The Specters -- The Spooks watched that movie again and again and pliagiarized your brianchild-ish avant gardish SOS Morse code -- you probably never got the credit for it even in vague Telly interviews by these
Bird droppings as talismanic -- harbingers of I don't know -- a subtle vixen-ish insinuations --surreptitious references to invoke Cupid -- I'm forty-four-years-old -- I watched your movies -- I read about you -- serious mainstream or diabolic paparazzi-ish -- both -- sometimes -- like all of us -- I'm from an underprivileged blah-blah-blah background and blackboard jungle drop out -- and, this nabob notorious for his polo playing frenzies -- has just returned from you know this-that place -- stalwart of old school tie-ism -- I'm not goofing around with you Manisha Ji -- you were so from the beginning -- so
I don't know -- the only word I had in my coveted vocab was awe–inspiring and that too is now so cliched -- The word cliche itself is cliched -- I don't know -- what do you call this
for his daily dose of Schadenfreude?’
self-styled
-- that offensively squelched self-styled -- armchair critics and newcomer Profilers -- vendetta backdrop -- feudal lords like private armies and skirmishes and all that -- that bonfire footage was pretty bloodcurdling -- the inevitability of separation -- ubiquitous and omnipresent mortal fear -- the imminent and present dangers of getting caught red–handed -- The minimal duh reprisal would nothing short of kangaroo court-ish death sentence -- I was in Abu Dhabi at that time -- at my sister #2's place -- and, that song in a nano-second-ish-elaspe time turned into my anthem -- my manifesto -- I as if in state of hypnotic-or-something absolute bliss -- The Bodhi Tree Moment -- This is the Moment of Nirvana -- The Osho-ish Moment -- I Seek You -- So this is what our Himalayan Sages call The Enlightment duh ain't they been telling us about this--you know T-H-I-S gypsy-ish This you know This Flower Poeple-ish -- like since zillions of years eh? -- delirium -- The Whirling Dervish-like Trance -- turned the volume up -- My sister must've been making Chicken-65 for me -- at that precisely -- sharply -- Divine-Intervention-hour -- I don't think she fathomed the metamorphosis -- the metamorphic processes -- that melody -- theatric -- euphoria -- triggered in me -- I was nuked as if an asteroid struck me -- martryred lynched obliterated and then hey presto eureka -- By the way, are you a skeptic or believer, Manisha Ji eh? The Lilliputian in me is zapped -- condemned by occult overpowering overwhelming forces with Evil-Grinning-Faces -- beyond my human unceremoniously to rigourous Sisyphean ordeals till eternity -- for no real reason -- and and The Brobdinagian awakes from zillions of years of cosmic slumber -- Honestly, Manisha Ji -- Zillions of years ago I couldn't foretell forsee no such premonition or anything psychic or shamanic or this-that paranormal jargon -- that I'd be writing this sort of spunky open letter to you -- which is unbecoming of me -- a seriocomical heroicomical tragicomical on a ubiquitous social medium like Facebook -- there's no Internet at that time -- at least, in the Emirates -- BBSes were around but I wasn't aware of 'em.
chain reaction
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