Comments on: Zen and the Art of Painful Clichés http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2007/02/20/zen_and_art_of_1/ All that flavorful brownness in one savory packet Sat, 30 Nov 2013 11:11:28 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Mistress of Spices http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2007/02/20/zen_and_art_of_1/comment-page-2/#comment-119343 Mistress of Spices Fri, 23 Feb 2007 02:00:09 +0000 http://sepiamutiny.com?p=4173#comment-119343 <blockquote>the Deepak Chopra Kama Sutra book was just lying there waiting for dazed people to buy it.</blockquote> <p>Anyone read that?</p> <p>Anything special in his as compared to other versions out there?</p> <p>He probably tries to tie difficult positions into tantric spirituality or Shiva/Shakti this and that, yada, yada, yada. It's more or less just a social and sexual manual, but because it's Indian, mysticism will be tied to it in one way or another. Corny!</p> <p>Jai Kamadeva!</p> the Deepak Chopra Kama Sutra book was just lying there waiting for dazed people to buy it.

Anyone read that?

Anything special in his as compared to other versions out there?

He probably tries to tie difficult positions into tantric spirituality or Shiva/Shakti this and that, yada, yada, yada. It’s more or less just a social and sexual manual, but because it’s Indian, mysticism will be tied to it in one way or another. Corny!

Jai Kamadeva!

]]> By: Amrita http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2007/02/20/zen_and_art_of_1/comment-page-2/#comment-119295 Amrita Thu, 22 Feb 2007 19:07:07 +0000 http://sepiamutiny.com?p=4173#comment-119295 <p>Love youse guys--rappin and jammin, hoppin and thumpin -- kusala-hema-sid, the one thing worse than being laughed at is not being laughed at. Cicatrix, you pinned it, and CB, seriously, it was of course unspoken, the Deepak Chopra Kama Sutra book was just lying there waiting for dazed people to buy it.</p> Love youse guys–rappin and jammin, hoppin and thumpin — kusala-hema-sid, the one thing worse than being laughed at is not being laughed at. Cicatrix, you pinned it, and CB, seriously, it was of course unspoken, the Deepak Chopra Kama Sutra book was just lying there waiting for dazed people to buy it.

]]> By: Shodan http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2007/02/20/zen_and_art_of_1/comment-page-2/#comment-119293 Shodan Thu, 22 Feb 2007 18:38:39 +0000 http://sepiamutiny.com?p=4173#comment-119293 <p>Uncle MC-ji and his daddy-ji. Enjoyed your contribution to Sepia Cypher.</p> Uncle MC-ji and his daddy-ji. Enjoyed your contribution to Sepia Cypher.

]]> By: Mistress of Spices http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2007/02/20/zen_and_art_of_1/comment-page-2/#comment-119290 Mistress of Spices Thu, 22 Feb 2007 18:12:41 +0000 http://sepiamutiny.com?p=4173#comment-119290 <p>Bharatiya Nari</p> <p>Yo, I'm a Bharatiya Nari Ain't no boo of Rastafari</p> <p>Know how to lay it down When saas where a ugly frown</p> <p>Massage yo feet and bring yo chai Yo be feelin so damn good, yo think yo high</p> <p>Seen, I know how to work it Know how to pull off the lajja shit</p> <p>Cover my head when the elders are around When your bigger brother look at me, my eyes are on the ground</p> <p>Spoilin our betas coz they grow up to be THE MAN Teach our betis how to cook, whatever they can</p> <p>Keep our traditions alive, roti fresh from the tawa But when we kick it the bedroom, you be spillin like lava!</p> <p>But nobody will know, coz I'm a quiet kula-stri In Indian culture it ain't all about ME</p> <p>So here's a loud shout out to all my Karva Chauth sistas Follow your vrat and please yo mistas</p> <p>Coz your moksha come from seva, no need for any other dharma I'm proud to call myself Mrs. Devendranath Sharma!</p> Bharatiya Nari

Yo, I’m a Bharatiya Nari Ain’t no boo of Rastafari

Know how to lay it down When saas where a ugly frown

Massage yo feet and bring yo chai Yo be feelin so damn good, yo think yo high

Seen, I know how to work it Know how to pull off the lajja shit

Cover my head when the elders are around When your bigger brother look at me, my eyes are on the ground

Spoilin our betas coz they grow up to be THE MAN Teach our betis how to cook, whatever they can

Keep our traditions alive, roti fresh from the tawa But when we kick it the bedroom, you be spillin like lava!

But nobody will know, coz I’m a quiet kula-stri In Indian culture it ain’t all about ME

So here’s a loud shout out to all my Karva Chauth sistas Follow your vrat and please yo mistas

Coz your moksha come from seva, no need for any other dharma I’m proud to call myself Mrs. Devendranath Sharma!

]]> By: louiecypher http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2007/02/20/zen_and_art_of_1/comment-page-2/#comment-119285 louiecypher Thu, 22 Feb 2007 17:49:54 +0000 http://sepiamutiny.com?p=4173#comment-119285 <p>Some of the commenters think that there is a hint of dismissiveness of Hindu spirituality in this thread.The point I am trying to make is that I am not sure comtemplative practices developed by sages, who for the most part were searching for larger truths and were freed from labor/commerce by the patronage of the feudal classes, is applicable to the work place. I have seen classes on Zen based approaches to work, but then again there is a tradition of looking for insight in the routine aspects of work in this philosophy (which is ultimately Hindu/Indic in origin anyway). Agreed that the only way to test the efficacy of these methods is in the workplace.</p> Some of the commenters think that there is a hint of dismissiveness of Hindu spirituality in this thread.The point I am trying to make is that I am not sure comtemplative practices developed by sages, who for the most part were searching for larger truths and were freed from labor/commerce by the patronage of the feudal classes, is applicable to the work place. I have seen classes on Zen based approaches to work, but then again there is a tradition of looking for insight in the routine aspects of work in this philosophy (which is ultimately Hindu/Indic in origin anyway). Agreed that the only way to test the efficacy of these methods is in the workplace.

]]> By: Uncle MC http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2007/02/20/zen_and_art_of_1/comment-page-2/#comment-119280 Uncle MC Thu, 22 Feb 2007 17:18:45 +0000 http://sepiamutiny.com?p=4173#comment-119280 <blockquote>Yo Uncle, yo Daddy, this is cool, browns can spit,/ amalgamate the culture, one takes, one pulls, but is that it?/ I dig angrezi qawwali but wheres the thesis?/ Uncle, Daddy, it aint all about fusion, tantric sex and Deepak/</blockquote> <p>True dat. It's also about paisa. As I said in one of my legendary songs:</p> <p>"I'm Uncle MC and I'm never gonna tire of earning this paisa, learning this paisa, burning and mathemacking this paisa..."</p> <p>No von Mises, my blood, thanx for standing up to be counted.</p> Yo Uncle, yo Daddy, this is cool, browns can spit,/ amalgamate the culture, one takes, one pulls, but is that it?/ I dig angrezi qawwali but wheres the thesis?/ Uncle, Daddy, it aint all about fusion, tantric sex and Deepak/

True dat. It’s also about paisa. As I said in one of my legendary songs:

“I’m Uncle MC and I’m never gonna tire of earning this paisa, learning this paisa, burning and mathemacking this paisa…”

No von Mises, my blood, thanx for standing up to be counted.

]]> By: Ennis http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2007/02/20/zen_and_art_of_1/comment-page-2/#comment-119275 Ennis Thu, 22 Feb 2007 14:27:20 +0000 http://sepiamutiny.com?p=4173#comment-119275 <blockquote>around this thing once called Hindustani.</blockquote> <p>Sorry man, I'm a SouthAsian ;)</p> around this thing once called Hindustani.

Sorry man, I’m a SouthAsian ;)

]]> By: No von Mises http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2007/02/20/zen_and_art_of_1/comment-page-2/#comment-119274 No von Mises Thu, 22 Feb 2007 13:40:13 +0000 http://sepiamutiny.com?p=4173#comment-119274 <p>Yo Uncle, yo Daddy, this is cool, browns can spit, amalgamate the culture, one takes, one pulls, but is that it? I dig angrezi qawwali but wheres the thesis? Uncle, Daddy, it aint all about fusion, tantric sex and Deepak Wollop, trollop, spiff, boom, bam, this is what I could do to you, I could mock you like SpoorLam I read you, you act like a buffoon, and when I finish, you'll be all backwards, like your pantaloons. India shining? Bullshit. wakeup people, Hammer meet Mr. and Mrs. Dalit. You and me, what we got dangles by a string, we brown, yah, and we all got small dingalings But there's more to it, this thing we call South Asian, broken, argued, forgotten, hated, painted we need a Colbert to say, "Hey Nation!" The C should never be dropped, we're confused, we pat ourselves on the back yet still abuse Case in point, the thread about caste, brother, when it comes to change, we finish dead last You talk about deep pockets, thats fine, I got a pocket, I live in it, its ethnic, poor, & what I have aint mine Sit up Daddy, sit up Uncle, stand up and be counted Don't forget the kids, the ones who didn't meet a -cide, fetus, infant, geno, Diesel and Tamasha do it, and do it with pride First gen, second gen, thats all good, they're gravy, What you got for the third, the fourth, 2080? iBanking is cool yah, Fortune 500, VP, maybe head, but dont believe that Keynes shit, in the long run we aint dead We're here, we the underclass, paying mental rent to corporate presidents, You see Daddy, you see Uncle, it ain't all good enough of the pandering, live in the hood The global hood, the slum where homies can't have none, food Shelter, water, its fiefdom, yo Bush, wheres my freedom? Is it cause underneath aint gold, that where I shit is where I sleep, where my bed folds only to be told by the Bank and the Fund, get up son, where's your boots, pick em up If only they knew that my feet are bare, cause I'm black, I'm brown, I am what you ain't, and that's why you got what I can't I aint preaching, it's just, I feel hosed, for them, the comments, like their minds, are closed. And don't say vote, save me the trauma, no ones on our side, not even Obama So he went to Kibera? So what? wake me up when my brothers in Rio live in something other than a 2 ply hut. Enough bitching, let me relate, When does the angle (TM) become a link, I think, for Khosla and Kaavya to see me as me, be me through me, talk with me, I'll listen, in turn, promise to feel me, My mind jumps the Atlantic to hear Snapper, put your ear to the Mother, Earth, for me, though I ain't dapper, I got something to say, in your tongue, meet me halfway, you say trollied, I say plastered, we both say George Allen is fust class bastard And there we are, you and me, share this identity, your shoes may be Japani, my pants Englishtani, but we unite, not ephemerally, around this thing once called Hindustani.</p> Yo Uncle, yo Daddy, this is cool, browns can spit, amalgamate the culture, one takes, one pulls, but is that it? I dig angrezi qawwali but wheres the thesis? Uncle, Daddy, it aint all about fusion, tantric sex and Deepak Wollop, trollop, spiff, boom, bam, this is what I could do to you, I could mock you like SpoorLam I read you, you act like a buffoon, and when I finish, you’ll be all backwards, like your pantaloons. India shining? Bullshit. wakeup people, Hammer meet Mr. and Mrs. Dalit. You and me, what we got dangles by a string, we brown, yah, and we all got small dingalings But there’s more to it, this thing we call South Asian, broken, argued, forgotten, hated, painted we need a Colbert to say, “Hey Nation!” The C should never be dropped, we’re confused, we pat ourselves on the back yet still abuse Case in point, the thread about caste, brother, when it comes to change, we finish dead last You talk about deep pockets, thats fine, I got a pocket, I live in it, its ethnic, poor, & what I have aint mine Sit up Daddy, sit up Uncle, stand up and be counted Don’t forget the kids, the ones who didn’t meet a -cide, fetus, infant, geno, Diesel and Tamasha do it, and do it with pride First gen, second gen, thats all good, they’re gravy, What you got for the third, the fourth, 2080? iBanking is cool yah, Fortune 500, VP, maybe head, but dont believe that Keynes shit, in the long run we aint dead We’re here, we the underclass, paying mental rent to corporate presidents, You see Daddy, you see Uncle, it ain’t all good enough of the pandering, live in the hood The global hood, the slum where homies can’t have none, food Shelter, water, its fiefdom, yo Bush, wheres my freedom? Is it cause underneath aint gold, that where I shit is where I sleep, where my bed folds only to be told by the Bank and the Fund, get up son, where’s your boots, pick em up If only they knew that my feet are bare, cause I’m black, I’m brown, I am what you ain’t, and that’s why you got what I can’t I aint preaching, it’s just, I feel hosed, for them, the comments, like their minds, are closed. And don’t say vote, save me the trauma, no ones on our side, not even Obama So he went to Kibera? So what? wake me up when my brothers in Rio live in something other than a 2 ply hut. Enough bitching, let me relate, When does the angle (TM) become a link, I think, for Khosla and Kaavya to see me as me, be me through me, talk with me, I’ll listen, in turn, promise to feel me, My mind jumps the Atlantic to hear Snapper, put your ear to the Mother, Earth, for me, though I ain’t dapper, I got something to say, in your tongue, meet me halfway, you say trollied, I say plastered, we both say George Allen is fust class bastard And there we are, you and me, share this identity, your shoes may be Japani, my pants Englishtani, but we unite, not ephemerally, around this thing once called Hindustani.

]]> By: Sriram http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2007/02/20/zen_and_art_of_1/comment-page-2/#comment-119272 Sriram Thu, 22 Feb 2007 12:56:27 +0000 http://sepiamutiny.com?p=4173#comment-119272 <p>Uncle MC & Co....Awesome</p> Uncle MC & Co….Awesome

]]> By: SP http://sepiamutiny.com/blog/2007/02/20/zen_and_art_of_1/comment-page-2/#comment-119271 SP Thu, 22 Feb 2007 09:09:32 +0000 http://sepiamutiny.com?p=4173#comment-119271 <p>I am lowwwwing the rap <i>jugalbandhi</i>.</p> <p>And I vote for according the term "Ho-rientalists" entry into the Official Sepia Dictionary.</p> I am lowwwwing the rap jugalbandhi.

And I vote for according the term “Ho-rientalists” entry into the Official Sepia Dictionary.

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