First of all I have this strange urge to try and visualize the everyday lives of the so called mythical kings and queens. Not having documented and irrefutable proof of what actually was going on lends an aura of mystery to the whole story. There are rather odd and incongruent ideas that were written by the sages to pass on to people like me to read and determine what is what. Gita is a poem that is embedded within the Mahabharata which apparently took place some 3,000 years before Christ decides to make an appearance. When these poems were written apparently they had hi tech chariots and flying vehicles but then it is logical to assume that they had ketchup for their potatoes and for that matter had it in a squeeze bottle. So before Arjun and co went to war as they often did during those times of stress they filled up on a hearty breakfast. Venison was always a staple - I can feel it that went with some Draupadi hand made hash and Costco sized Ketchup bottle tha...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!