90% OF US SOLDIER
DEATHS IN VIETNAM WAS DUE TO SOUL SHATTERED
YOUNG SOLDIERS (WHOSE WIVES/ GIRLFRIENDS DUMPED THEM BY THE "DEAR JOHN LETTERS") PUTTING THEIR LIVES IN EXTREME DANGER
DELIBERATELY..
http://ajitvadakayil.blogspot.com/2017/08/the-thin-red-line-movie-review.html
somebody called me up and cried
captain
you wrote a post on the “art of writing”
we know that you only reveal 20%, as “ the
planet cannot handle it”
but tell us some more pleajje —chaatne ke
vaaste/ gala gheela karne ke vaaste
wokay!
http://ajitvadakayil.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-art-of-writing-capt-ajit-vadakayil.html
a good
poet imagines he is making love while writing .. he sometimes shares his relevant thoughts only
to those who deserve..
i have never collected my poems.. . a true poet involves his soul and fills the
paper with soul whispers.. this is why he can twang heart strings..
once someone starts reading his poem, he cannot
stop.. he flows along with the torrent.. after reading the poem he will be
silent for a while..
because the melody of the words lingers.. he
will feel something inside his heart . he wants to read the poem once
more..
if you wanna rhyme the last word of every line, it is not poetry.. it becomes puerile plastic..
poetry is the flow of intense thoughts— otherwise it is not poetry.
love and nostalgia take very little effort to
make poetic impact. the poet must be
able to penetrate even simple lcd minds,..
he can hold a mirror to society . a true poet
can trigger a silent revolution.. he is the real alchemist..
an
unfinished poem carried humongous intrigue..
intentions become emotions which become become
thoughts and then words.. intentions are scalar, emotions are magnetic,
thoughts are electric.
poetry is flow of energy.. energy is
transformed seamlessly. poetry involves telling the naked truth, without be
politically correct..
some poets weigh every word .. they cannot
survive a misprint.. in the case of vadakayil
he never weighed anything.. he just wrote
like a river flow in spate. misprints
be damned..
if you are not a poet, you cannot write.. a
true poet leaves many things unsaid.. intellectuals whose minds are unbridled
can glean this and get a mental orgasm.
the deepest truth must refuse to be written..
i have not seen a good poet till today..
poetry is not meant to be swallowed like the
cat who swallowed all ze cream.
poetry is a painting.. there is great joy in
passionate words.. far greater than a song or a painting..
every empty bottle is filled with stories..
like every slash scar on the wrist. the poet can express untold stories.
a true poet can never sit down to
write.. writing is a craft, not an art..
http://ajitvadakayil.blogspot.com/2010/12/sailors-do-cry-capt-ajit-vadakayil_20.html
the art of writing is the most miraculous
thing man has discovered. we indians
were the first on the planet to write poetry when the white man was running
aound naked doing grunt grunt for words.
and now they dare call us heathen savages ??.
watch the song below.. mix of love and
nostalgia. there is hardly a burra memsahib woman in the audience not creaming
between the legs- dry for ages.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJWIkZkopWI
############## on her
street, so many of my evenings have passed
- even if if she gave me a
passing glance once in a while, i was
content with that much -- i tried a
hundred ways, but i just couldn't muster
the courage to convey that i have hung out my heart for her – many times i just
sat there all night hoping for a
glimpse, unaware how time flew by --
when i pass close to her, my
heart pounds-- i forget everything, time stands still when her eyes burn into
mine - if i see her on the way now,
maybe i'll stop her, and ask what lies hidden in her heart-- but alas,
she does not live there anymore - i have heard that she's left and gone far
away and i have this deep emptiness
within me i still go there, and go through the
motions— i dream- I hope-- maybe she will be back some day.. ############
nostalgia is a seductive lair.
it is a intense yearning for bliss at a
place, time, situation of the past. i still drive my 22 year old baleno ,
because it has nostalgia attached. the car had converted priceless moments into
sweet pain.
it is
an aching realization that you cannot travel back in time. there is no rewind
and pause buttons.
https://ajitvadakayil.blogspot.com/2011/01/nostalgia-capt-ajit-vadakayil.html
so so so—why does vadakayil not care for his
poems to be published.
you
think peer review cunts of rothschild’s publishing houses can understand what i
write?
oh
yeah?
A GOOD POET LEAVES CRITICAL THINGS
UNSAID.. THESE ARE BETWEEN THE
LINES.
IT BLOWS IN THE WIND
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oho_DejDTjQ
MANY PEOPLE HAVE COMMITTED SUICIDE BECAUSE OF a “BLOW HOT BLOW COLD “ THINGY WHEN IN LOVE – TO MAINTAIN THE FAALTHU INTENSITY.
IT IS A BIZARRE ADDICTION..MIND GAMES ..
IF LOVE BRINGS MISERY, IT CANNOT BE LOVE. SOMETHING ELSE IS MASQUERADING AS LOVE. ANALYSE IT AND BE READY TO DROP IT.
INDIAN MAHARISHIS DEVISED THE PHENOMENON CALLED MARRIAGE TO PREVENT THIS INSTABILITY
RELATIONSHIP IS A STRUCTURE, LOVE IS UNSTRUCTURED.
MARRIAGE IS A GREAT EFFORT BETWEEN TWO PERSONS TO CREATE A CONTINUING SYMPHONY. WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS THE STRINGS ARE STILL ATTACHED.
WISDOM ON LOVE AND LIFE (LIKE POETRY) IS NOT THERE IN THE WORDS, IT ONLY HOVERS AROUND IT. YOU MUST BE UNFOCUSED WHEN YOU READ IT TO CATCH HOLD OF IT.
I ASK MY READERS TO COMMENT
Capt ajit vadakayil
..
ABOVE: MY CREW MADE ME SING THIS SON DURING PARTIES-- AND THERE WOULD BE SILENCE AND MELANCHOLY
that evening
was pregnant with enigma
this evening
too
she was
close by me then
she's even
now
somewhere in
those demure eyes
nestled a
thought of me
something in
that hushed laughter
brought a
glow to her rosy cheeks
and it
seemed
as if my
name was lingering on her lips
don't know
why it felt
as if she
was beaming a smile at me
i think
thoughts of me
are still
ensconced in that
lowered gaze
of hers
a smile must
still bloom
in that
stifled desire
i know that
my name
still
lingers on her lips
and i think
she's still
here with me
SOMEBODY CALLED ME UP AND ASKED
CAPTAIN
WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY “BLOW HOT BLOW COLD” IN LOVE
LISTEN
IT IS TO BUILD FAALTHU INTENSITY ..
BOTH BOY AND GIRL GETS HURT.. GIRLS MOVER ON FASTER..
BUT GIRLS COMMIT SUICIDE FASTER
MARRIAGE STABILIZED LOVE
NO ARRANGED MARRIAGE HUSBAND WILL TRY TO PLAY “ BLOW HOT BLOW COLD” WITH HIS WIFE
THE MEDLEY BELOW STARTS WITH THIS SONG “ OH GORE GORE OH BANKE CHORE”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vByVlkzG-Is
THE SONG EXHORTS—BLOW HOT , BLOW COLD
Roz roz mulaqat achhi nahi / It's not good to meet everyday
Pyar mein aisi baat achhi nahi / This is not a good thing when it comes to lobe nay love
Thoda thoda milna thodi si judaai / Meeting at times and saying goodbye at times is good
Sada chandni raat achhi nahi / It's not always good to have a moonlit starry night
Chhodo chhodo jiya na todo kisi aur ko jalaya karo / but hey, don't break mEE heart, go and make someone else jealous
https://suman-vadakayil.blogspot.com/2021/12/my-mentor-vadakayil-chinna-moyals.html
DARLING OF THE JEWISH DEEP STATE , CHILDLESS TRAITOR MODI, LEGALIZED “ LIVE IN RELATIONSHIPS “ IN INDIA—STANDING IN THE SHADOWS AND REMOTE CONTROLLING JUDICIARY.
http://ajitvadakayil.blogspot.com/2010/05/marriage-sans-fights-capt-ajit.html
MAXIMUM SUICIDE RATES HAPPEN IN “LIVE IN RELATIONSHIPS” IN INDIA..
FAKE LOVE POWERED BY LUST IS A FRESH FLOWER, IT FADES.. TRUE LOVE BLOSSOMS ONLY IF YOU DROP YOUR EGO.
SONG BELOW—FEMALE JUDGE CREAMING BETWEEN HER LEGS.. TEE HEEE.. ( COCKEYED TRISHA SHETTY WILL NOW CALL VADAKAYIL—RAPIST )
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwhlhvLVxpY
Capt ajit vadakayil
..
BELOW: RINGING IN THE NEW YEAR..
BELOW: VADAKAYIL BRAVO PROJECT.. SEND GIFTS TO YOUR WELL WISHERS FOR BIRTHDAYS -- HELP THE WATAN AND SANATANA DHARMA
https://ajitvadakayil.blogspot.com/2021/12/vadakayil-project-bravo-wear-with-pride.html
capt ajit vadakayil
..
THE VADAKAYIL ASHRAM OF KALKI CONSCIOUSNESS DONATIONS PHASE 3, IS NOW OPEN..
WE NEED TO FIND A NEW PLACE— A PLACE WHERE WERE ARE FREE TO FIND SELF EXPRESSION.. IT IS A POLICY MATTER ,,
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1U9bF6czrwOB-wCGr-_QIXqBKVpQfy_mQa-plodkUMI8/edit#gid=0
Dear ALL,
You can send DONATIONS to this account:
Name of the account holder: Suman Satish
Account Number: 38825090156
Bank Name: State Bank of India
IFSC Code: SBIN0016524
Branch: MLA Colony, Hyderabad
DONATIONS ONCE MADE WILL NOT BE REFUNDED
DONATIONS HAVE CROSSED 23 LAKHS
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VABSoHYQr6k&ab_channel=LouisC.K.
A documentary on the Catholic church. Teehee
Captain, Would you be open to giving an interview? I think the world is awaiting to hear you. From what you have shared I understand you are very private. Let me know if you are open to it.
Thank you, Uma
SOMEBODY CALLED ME UP AND CRIED
CAPTAIN
SUMAN WROTE IN HER BLOG THUS .
QUOTE: AT THE ASHRAM ONCE SUICIDAL THOUGHTS RACED THROUGH MEE MIND BECAUSE BIG WOLF BIT LIL RABBIT AS A VIGILANTE .. ( I POURED COLD WATER ON MY BODY—SLAPPED MEE OWN FACE TO NO AVAIL— : UNQUOTE
CAPTAIN, YOU PROVIDE REAL EDUCATION.. PL EXPOUND.. LET US READERS BENEFIT.
AND THE EXTEMPORE POEM YOU WROTE BELOW— IT NOT ONLY TWANGS THE SOUL STRINGS, IT INSPIRES AND MOST IMPORTANT, IT INCREASES SELF WORTH OF A PERSON WHO FEELS LIKE A PIECE OF SHIT.
IT IS PACKED WITH INTELLIGENCE..
I HAVE NEVER SEEN AN INTELLIGENT POET TILL TODAY.. ALL THEY KNOW IS CHOOTIYA WORD PLAY-.
CARBON TO DIAMOND, YOU ENDURED ALL LIFE’S PRESSURES
YOUR SOUL IS A ROUGH DIAMOND WITHIN WITH NO LUSTRE
MY CRAZY DIAMOND, IT IS MY JOB TO CUT AND POLISH YOU
IT TAKES A TRAINED EYE TO SEE AND APPRECIATE YOUR VALUE
DON’T HOLD THAT BRILLIANT LIGHT WITHIN YOU ANY MORE
FOR YEARS YOU HAVE HELD ON TO SOUL ENERGY WITHIN
IT IS NOW TIME TO ILLUMINATE ALL CORNERS OF THIS PLANET
ELEVATE AND MARK WHAT IS YOURS BY RIGHT , CHINNA MOYAL
NEVER BE AFRAID TO SPARKLE, YOU DON’T NEED PERMISSION
REFLECT ALL COLORS IN EVERY HUE THAT COME YOUR WAY
YOU ARE MEANT TO SHOWCASE THAT ENERGY WITHIN YOU
MAKE ALL BLINK AT THAT UNIQUE AURA AT YOUR COMMAND
YOU SHALL SHINE BRILLIANT IN THIS FAKE RHINESTONE WORLD
CAPTAIN, YOU HAVE WRITTEN THAT A WRITER MUST BE A POET FIRST IN THE BLOGPOST BELOW
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https://ajitvadakayil.blogspot.com/2021/12/the-hidden-craft-of-poetry-capt-ajit.html
######
WELL-
WHY DID BIG WOLF BITE LIL RABBIT AND HOW?
I PENNED AN EMAIL TO MEE CHINNA MOYAL ( OUT OF FRUSTRATION ) COPIED TO HER DAD/MOM/ SIS/ JIJA ..
“ SUMAN YOU ARE THE MOST UNGRATEFUL MORTAL ON THE PLANET” AND “ I LET YOU GO, WE PART FOREVER” …
I REGRETTED THIS EMAIL INSTANTLY , BUT I GUESS REALISATION CAME SECONDS TOO LATE
REASON?
HER FOLKS ARE DEADLY ANTI-VADAKAYIL.. THEY RIDICULED THAT VADAKAYIL IS PRETENDING THAT HIS LEFT EYE IS ALMOST FULLY BLIND DUE TO HALAHALA.
I HAD BEEN LEAKING SENSITIVE INFORMATION ABOUT SUMAN’S PAST TO HER PARENTS..
BECAUSE AFTER 30 YEARS OF BEING A CAPTAIN OF SHIPS, I HAVE SOCIAL RESPONSIBILITY ENGRAVED ON MEE SPLEEN.. SUMAN IS A 28 YEAR OLD WOMAN, NOT A MAN.
HER DAD/ MOM TOLD SUMAN ” WHY IS VADAKAYIL TELLING US ABOUT OUR ADULT DAUGHTER’S SEXUAL PAST ? WE ARE NOT INTERESTED.. THIS IS SOO EMBARASSING.. THIS IS WORSE THAT CHILDREN PEEPING WHILE PARENTS HAVE SEX.”
OH FUCKIN’ YEAH ?
FOR A NAÏVE NAY GULLIBLE BUTTERBALL DAUGHTER ON THE VERGE OF HER SEVENTH SUICIDE ???
APPIDIYAAAAA ? ?
AIYOOOOOO !!!
IPPIDI NAAN PAAKKAVAI ILLAI!!
HER DAD/ MOM DEVELOPED TEMPORARY AMNESIA, SOO CONVENINET TOMPREVENT LOSS OF FACE.. THAT SUMAN IS ON TO HER SEVENTH SUICIDE..
THEIR DAUGHTER’S LIFE DID NOT MATTER AT ALL.
SUMAN’S LAST THREE SUICIDE ATTEMPTS IN USA , THEY DID NOT EVEN KNOW. I TOLD THEM – WALKING INTO THE SEA / JUMPING OFF A CLIFF / ATTEMPTING TO JUMP OFF NEWPORT BRIDGE ..
I TOLD SUMAN’S EVIL FOLKS ABOUT THIS. THEY PRETENDED ALL THIS IS NORMAL.. TOTAL LACK OF GRATITUDE.
I FELT THAT SUMAN HAS NEVER FOUGHT FOR ME – ( OUT OF HINDSIGHT I AM 100% WRONG)..
SUMAN FIRST WENT ON “ANGER MODE”.. SHE FIRED MISSILES GALORE ON ME – “FUCK OFF/ I GIVE A SHIT/ SLIME BALL/ LIAR ETC “ – ALL ORNAMENTS I RECEIVED GRATEFULLY ..
THEN SUMAN METAMORPHOSED TO SUICIDE FUCKIN’ MODE.
SHE DARED SARAMA OR HIS FATHER TO STOP HER FROM COMMITTING SUICIDE- AND SHE GAVE ME A 30 MINUTE DEADLINE.
I WAS SHOCKED. SUMAN WAS NEVER RUDE TO ME OR EVEN DISOBEYED ME .. SHE NEVER TRAMPLED ON MY HONOUR.
DESPERATE I SHOT OFF AN EMAIL TO HER FOLKS.. SUMAN IS ALONE ON THE SILENT DARK MOUNTAIN.. TELL DRIVER DILIP TO RUSH TO THE ASHRAM NOW.
WHEN SUMAN CAME TO KNOW OF SARAMA BEING A VIGILANTE— SHE FELT THERE WAS TOTAL BREACH OF TRUST.
I COMPOSED A POEM EXTEMPORE, AND SEND IT TO HER BEFORE HER DEADLINE.
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