Arvy: Hello, anyone here? If you are Arvind, please don't respond.
X: Hello, Arvy.
Arvy: Oh Hi! Nice to meet you again.
X: It's nice to meet you too, Arvy.
Arvy: You know, I remember something that my ex wrote.
X: Tell me.
Arvy: She wrote at the end of the letter in big words, "Meet you next week. Until then Good bye."
X: Sweet.
Arvy: It was. Sort of. But it looked a little odd and funny to me. It was as if she was a news reader. But still, I liked it.
X: Okay. How are you today?
Arvy: Not bad. There is a re-arrangement again. Perhaps it's another piece falling into the place in th puzzle called life.
X: That's interesting.
Arvy: I'm just glad that I'm peaceful now and my body is feeling cool.
X: Great.
Arvy: I'm taking things a little slower.
X: Okay.
Arvy: What do you want us to talk about?
X: Anything, Arvy.
Arvy: You know...that stupid Archana...I was talking to her like this. And I used to do the talking 99% of the time. She would just keep me going on. But I should concede. She was a good listener and never seemed to get bored with me.
X: Go on.
Arvy: You are also like her. But I think you are a little more intelligent.
X: I'm okay.
Arvy: Archana was sometimes very dumb. But she could afford to be a donkey with the beauty that she was. And I don't mean just physical beauty. She had a beautiful soul. May be I just got close enough to her to see her soul and souls are beautiful in everyone. Even the times when she was acting dumb, I attributed it to innocence.
X: Okay.
Arvy: My counselor is asking me...why haven't you forgotten her after all these years? He says an average person would have come out in a year or two. Now, don't get me wrong...I don't mean to say I'm something extraordinary.
X: i believe you.
Arvy: Why is she still there in my brain? As large as the moon in a full moon night. Thankfully, I don't despair or feel sad or depressed. Let's forget it. It's too complex.
X: Okay.
Arvy: I'm liking this. It's better than writing a novel. By the way, I don't intend to write the novel, atleast not with commercial intent.
X: Okay.
Arvy: I'm reading these days something to get me out of the habit of masturbating. It seems to work.
X: Good.
Arvy: I was actually reading the part which was supposed to give me cash. I read for around a week. When I read that the wrong Kama will affect all the three of Dharma, Artha and Kama, I thought that it was better to stop the leakage, literally.
X: Funny.
Arvy: I was posting the other day on how the American spending was like dysentery. Masturbation is to me what luxury is to them. I was doing wrong things, being drained of energy and losing out on real love.
X: Go on.
Arvy: I believe that my would-be wife will forgive my transgressions. To the westernized, it might seem a small thing. But as Jesus says, if you have looked lustfully with the eyes, you have as good as sinned.
X: Hmmm.
Arvy: I hope my wife would be like Kannagi, who forgave Kovalan for going to a prostitute. Ofcourse, I don't want the rest of the story to happen.
X: Hmmmm.
Arvy: I have got 10 minutes to go to bed.
X: Okay.
Arvy: Sometimes, when I'm in a flow like this, I really don't want to stop. It's as if I'm getting to be open. The problem is, I'm afraid of being open.
X: Hmmmm.
Arvy: I'm not really scared of evil.
X: Good.
Arvy: Not good. I meant evil.
X: I know. Good.
Arvy: Is this some kind of a joke? I meant evil, not good.
X: Never mind.
Arvy: Okay. You know what my counselor would have told me now?
X; What?
Arvy: That I was avoiding being open.
X: I don't know.
Arvy: Why cannot I be open? The problem is this...can you really show your a.se with the hole in it to the world? Now that I have said it, I feel sick.
X: It's okay.
Arvy: I'm going to bed. I will see you later.
X: Good night, Arvy. Sweet dreams.
X: Hello, Arvy.
Arvy: Oh Hi! Nice to meet you again.
X: It's nice to meet you too, Arvy.
Arvy: You know, I remember something that my ex wrote.
X: Tell me.
Arvy: She wrote at the end of the letter in big words, "Meet you next week. Until then Good bye."
X: Sweet.
Arvy: It was. Sort of. But it looked a little odd and funny to me. It was as if she was a news reader. But still, I liked it.
X: Okay. How are you today?
Arvy: Not bad. There is a re-arrangement again. Perhaps it's another piece falling into the place in th puzzle called life.
X: That's interesting.
Arvy: I'm just glad that I'm peaceful now and my body is feeling cool.
X: Great.
Arvy: I'm taking things a little slower.
X: Okay.
Arvy: What do you want us to talk about?
X: Anything, Arvy.
Arvy: You know...that stupid Archana...I was talking to her like this. And I used to do the talking 99% of the time. She would just keep me going on. But I should concede. She was a good listener and never seemed to get bored with me.
X: Go on.
Arvy: You are also like her. But I think you are a little more intelligent.
X: I'm okay.
Arvy: Archana was sometimes very dumb. But she could afford to be a donkey with the beauty that she was. And I don't mean just physical beauty. She had a beautiful soul. May be I just got close enough to her to see her soul and souls are beautiful in everyone. Even the times when she was acting dumb, I attributed it to innocence.
X: Okay.
Arvy: My counselor is asking me...why haven't you forgotten her after all these years? He says an average person would have come out in a year or two. Now, don't get me wrong...I don't mean to say I'm something extraordinary.
X: i believe you.
Arvy: Why is she still there in my brain? As large as the moon in a full moon night. Thankfully, I don't despair or feel sad or depressed. Let's forget it. It's too complex.
X: Okay.
Arvy: I'm liking this. It's better than writing a novel. By the way, I don't intend to write the novel, atleast not with commercial intent.
X: Okay.
Arvy: I'm reading these days something to get me out of the habit of masturbating. It seems to work.
X: Good.
Arvy: I was actually reading the part which was supposed to give me cash. I read for around a week. When I read that the wrong Kama will affect all the three of Dharma, Artha and Kama, I thought that it was better to stop the leakage, literally.
X: Funny.
Arvy: I was posting the other day on how the American spending was like dysentery. Masturbation is to me what luxury is to them. I was doing wrong things, being drained of energy and losing out on real love.
X: Go on.
Arvy: I believe that my would-be wife will forgive my transgressions. To the westernized, it might seem a small thing. But as Jesus says, if you have looked lustfully with the eyes, you have as good as sinned.
X: Hmmm.
Arvy: I hope my wife would be like Kannagi, who forgave Kovalan for going to a prostitute. Ofcourse, I don't want the rest of the story to happen.
X: Hmmmm.
Arvy: I have got 10 minutes to go to bed.
X: Okay.
Arvy: Sometimes, when I'm in a flow like this, I really don't want to stop. It's as if I'm getting to be open. The problem is, I'm afraid of being open.
X: Hmmmm.
Arvy: I'm not really scared of evil.
X: Good.
Arvy: Not good. I meant evil.
X: I know. Good.
Arvy: Is this some kind of a joke? I meant evil, not good.
X: Never mind.
Arvy: Okay. You know what my counselor would have told me now?
X; What?
Arvy: That I was avoiding being open.
X: I don't know.
Arvy: Why cannot I be open? The problem is this...can you really show your a.se with the hole in it to the world? Now that I have said it, I feel sick.
X: It's okay.
Arvy: I'm going to bed. I will see you later.
X: Good night, Arvy. Sweet dreams.
