Only two days I practiced Maha Brhahma's prescription I was getting into dream mode just like switching to a new window panel in Full Monty.
He said don't do Kusala or Akusala and it was easy to practice it because of the industrial action we set ourselves motivated in to go forward with.
It goes like this.
Like in simple scientific laws of physics, that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction in pursuit.
If I do some academic work, it becomes Akusala to the Union we represent and it is Kusala to the government in full gear and turbo power.
If I stay at home and have a pipe dream in my armchair dreaming about the miracles that would happen and the exponential salary hike, it is only dreams which we are entitled nowadays.
It is Kusala to my Union and Akusala to the University authorities including UGC.
They cancel each other and get into Kriya Mode which is the Dream Cycle in Action.
Mind you U.G.C. is a white elephant created by the yesteryear colossal animal called JRJ and now no more but his look a like is hovering in the upper chambers of power untouched by nobody.
So for dreaming virtually anything I get a salary not worth to done in a garb called cloak which every blessed graduates hire for his or her convocation and a photograph afterward.
I done in this cloth only once in my life time to honour a Japanese professor who was humble enough to share my room and learn English (from another Japanese who was perfect example of an ambassadorial stuff) in less than six months.
Worse scenario was, then Vice Chancellor came two hours late from his official residence which was a walking distance.
Suffice is to say he was very close associate of Mrs.Kumaranatunge and followed her example to the letter by getting late on every occasion.
These are the type of Vice Chancellor that UGC selects and recommend now on political affiliations.
I think very soon somebody (not me, I have an allergy for governments of East and West or Dead Center) will get a Chair or we call it professorship for dreaming for the government in power.
In actual fact the present Ministers does not know how to dream a miracle which I am going let you know in a moment.
I am very bad at dreaming and even if I dream I cannot remember (that is the very physiological nature of dreams) them for any length of time and Maha Brahma and his fancy for human dreams especially of mine has facilitated a healthy relationship and this adventure will go on until our industrial action is over.
God only knows for how long for sure.
My dream was a miracle dream.
I was selected by a panel from American Judges for a intergalactic mission of goodwill and I was the one taken in to give a brief in "Buddhism in a Nutshell" to the aliens.
We were in flight and within minutes I felt fishy.
They have perfected a new form of energy from antiatom caught and arrested by CERN in France and the name for that energy is called Poseidon (to remember the ship that sunk-it was brought to surface in seconds by this new form of energy) and the metal that the intergalactic ship was made was a new form of metal created by combination of few grains of antiatom and aluminium.
This element which is called antiatominium which has the atomic weight below hydrogen (Antiatom take the weight out of the equation but not the metallic strength) has the biological property of healing after injury and when damaged release enough antiatom for the repair process.
I was in a room which looked like Guanthamala Prison.
I was not allowed to see others.
They told me I get bored I will be allowed to look after sick inmates (ship was like a prison anyway with cramped up quarters and food was horrible).
I felt they were doping (it is called doping, or enticing antiatom, a new fission process to make antiatom from atoms) antiatom experiment and we were the human guinea pigs to see the after effects.
So I set about a revolts and to save all human beings from these nasty scientists.
First I designed a way to make locked rooms open electronically using Linux Password Cracker (LPD for short). For my luck they gave me a computer with a printer like machine to make plastic cards robber resistant and I carried some Flash cards and Flash drives for my amusement.
So in a matter of few hours I made about 100 plastic cards with secret code cracker installed and was under way opening every cubicle.
To my surprise all the cubicles had animals of food variety but not a single human soul.
I was so annoyed I woke with spicy words following the phrase these Americans......
Interpretation
Maha said the dream was good one and he enjoyed it.
I asked him is the intergalactic mission possible.
What nonsense he replied.
They promised miracles during election and this look like a plausible scientific miracle dream!
He told me that politician dream during election campaign after heavy liquor but when they wake up from the dream realizes that not a single promise can be delivered like what JayaLalitha promised in Thamil Nadu.
He said this dream is futuristic but nothing scientific in nature and is a political realization of high order.
In your mind's aberration and applying science to unscientific field like politics, you can have dream like this.
What nonsense with coconuts going nuts, there is not even pol or pol arrakku, I told him.
Listen then.
It is a very short interpretation.
1.In future politicians in power spend two years of campaigning on borrowed money from IMF.
2. Next two years they are devising methods to pay the loans they owed and forget the electorate.
3. then the next 2 years they on campaigning.
4. Then a bizarre period of famine follow after failure of rain for few years.
5. Opposition come into power.
6 . Cycle from 1 to 3 repeats.
This is exactly what is happening now know?
No you missed a point.
The part you dreamt about animal is real.
Animals have to be bred in space or intergalactic space and brought in batches, just before and after the election for the G.O.P. party.
What about wine.
There is no alcohol or wine.
Why?
Temperature is above 38 C and all yeast species are killed on earth.
But they make a drink from the animal blood scarified in somewhat of halal method where every drop of blood is extracted from the killed animals in space.
It is called gintone (gin and tonic in short form).
Do you get a kick?
If you are still alive and well there on earth you must ask the elected president.
Why?
They only drink it and I have not yet tasted it.
OK.
OK.
