Madhu Goteti
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The thrums in the strums and the delights in the humdrum of life have always fascinated me.
It’s that feast of reason and flow of soul; in all that I see and all that I shall behold!
I am an avid lover of art and philosophy!
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Bald Awareness
Autobiography of a Spiritualist found as a vagabond in an AI field That’s me, for sure , as the future of Awakening unfolds! I was born different. I possessed a cherubic face which at first glance did not initiate me well into the society. My bonnie appearance never revealed anything exactly. Alongside, my operative vocals (since birth) proved equally adroit in raising riots. Yet, if and when, directly conveyed, one could consider me as a people person, attempting to see things presciently, and conceivably, all of it more predictably. Consequently, I managed to convince fiercest frenzy especially among people who tried to understand me fully. The stint of divine itch started very early in life. I was enrolled into uncontrollable soul stirring meditation 🧘 since childhood. Yet reacting profusely to strong light was a decree 📜 ( not degree,) passed on to me inter-generationally as well as cross-culturally. Honestly all that kept me on toes, always. Staking and energetically claiming my influence on the society, I am herewith lending my visionary eyes 👀. Yes, distinctly quirky—my eyes, always capture the inquisitive humanity with a deviation quite the opposite of its gaze. Following is a piece of my mind projecting a matter from my deliberative diaries which dared to peek 🫣 into the futuristic world. So until I am in myself again here’s how I drive myself into future. Last summer I visited an AI spiritual retreat. The place looked perfect, but something seemed amiss. Happy in the anticipation of what it might reveal, I once again bolted myself in the imaginative fleets of AI. A moment that felt just a little ethereal, too sublime yet too distant. AI world seemed illusive, as though plunging into ever-wakeful open, unreal deceits. Everything was artificial with no spec of originality intact in it. It was a conception bathed in mind's steed and as to the visible, it seemed illumined in some abysmal streets. There, in those realms , a remembrance struck up all in heaps, oozing out of safety, as though temptations were being beseeched. Here’s a peek into its feel of feels. An Imagined Anime in that AI world : A Lack-a-daisy! A Make belief! A guide to relinquish I ( Ego,) and rekindle the spirit: My O My! Just imagine, You and I becoming just a subject matter like a figment of imagination in whatever’s being contrived. Now there, in those dreamy ai realms of bliss, wouldn’t your soul feel cloistered in some stillness deep. Herein, supernal speech feeble at feet, a sprawling commotion wanders valiantly yet, it still appears magically 🪄 unannounced like this -- Lo! Where do you go, so hurriedly. A time or two like a phantasmic voice refreshed in sleep my entity seems led into eternity as though enquiring timelessness. In it I sought what was yet to be fully conceived. Strange,nah! So held among many queries and with no moment to skip, many facets of my persona sprang up in that multi-versed climate. Herein, momentarily I felt as if all the attention deficits of the world (hyperactively,) were curiously played peekaboo amidst those virtual retreats. In that simulation, an augury c’d prop up and proclaim its dead certainty to every forthcoming phenomena. And that happened! So much so, it virtually donned its own mask , stretching its vestiges to authorize a state of predisposition with the offing of a subconscious conceit. And so began a mesmerism. It was a sort of foretelling moving unexpectedly through the realms of generative intelligence ! A process that sounded something like this: In the dim darkness a rebellion shall strike, shutting off consciousness to show off its spite! Way wards when the wind clamors up in such a riot, fallen asleep will be all life, so trite. 😲😮😧 And between those vicissitudes of contrasting brain-strikes; there will be no rhyme nor any reason lingering valiantly (in vain,)outside. But marching along such a consanguineous posterity meanwhile, yea might come across tidings bringing forth tremulous decoys. Thereafter, like some salutations exchanged between this shore and those skies it all felt like mind over matter, reigning in as a otherworldly ally. To that added phantasm wizardry, by means of whatsoever, it felt like all was conferring upon some virtuous vaporous field. Where was the real “I “ in it ? That was the mystery which I myself was trying to understand. Out there, the skies seemed clear, the sun was out, and from a distance, everything looked perfect. But I wasn’t in it. Not really! As an imagery in the midst of a quartet singing emerged with my spirit feeling long stretched over sighs, An endless unfolding imbued over my identity— as someone baffled by disguise! 🥸 ☝️ O look! That was my plight! In there, the mystic in me looked into those meanderings and saw a matrix of co-gelling coordinates. Probably out there, I was hearing solemn sweet nothings, the rights of which some others could also have draw upon. And thereafter feeling fully trivial for having connected to those borrowed ideas and thoughts , I felt a strong internal resistance. A rebellion because I wasn’t feeling myself. My mind was not ready to accept such a transformation which was stripping me off of my real life. Perhaps many others could have felt otherwise. But in that AI world , we were all ascending, as though to encompass the world and speak of it as though we had finally ARRIVED! So in doings, and coming to be perused best in BELIEF this is how I visualize the future of generative AI. Aghast! Out from nowhere everything might grow up to exhibit itself into a phenomenon that —such so—might exhibit accretion, consecration and extrication—all three falling short of honors, while the course of history would get modified —left, right and center. That ☝️ might be the natural grace of futuristic AI thinking. Where is this habitation? Is this a sorcery? This isn't fanciful insight nor dreaming..It might be the future of generative AI. Where am I and What might those feels be like — you may wonder? Thinking again, I was just trying to give a good jolt to the presaging omen of futuristic world amidst AI. I give this airy notion a local habitation and fancifully called it as an Awakening! A Descend into the world of AI : a new awakening! A make belief! Yes , it will all happens, gradually. Being upon a supposition, as the quasi in a mystic shall gently bespeak and a transient calm shall rest serenely over the high of highs with mindfulness tagged to the seven seas. Yet, within those untrodden pathways, heading inward bound, a spiritual serenity shall envisage strong upon humanity to seek its treat. Thereafter when the eternal slumbers shall jump up and open up on weary lids; a pure bliss shall enlighten every earthly grief.( Supposedly) Herein echoes shall walk on by to yonder in strides, And indecipherable as blather, a gentle thought 💭 might also begin to glide. For a light thus lit c’d charm its' own wise and amid those ambers all mirth shall get pushed aside. Then as dimly thro' misty vapors a new breed of awakened souls might begin to rise, Like specters of grace with incense curls swirling up into the skies, For what —now—seems distant, a new era would finally arrive. And scattered thro’ ephemeral, I w’d see future generations in sight. Would it seem like another dream —just arrived! Yes, a dream,where one thing as delightfully obtuse, and the other floating as an amorphously acute; a stream thought would come to sight! And while searching through mysteries held as narratives on trails of thoughts and thawing in collative solvents of thoughtful miens, we shall all survive. And meaning to be identical to oneself , our senses too shall awaken. And enduring such interlocking moments of time, I would attempt to get off such a frenzied flight, every now and then. All these years living so, the fleeting course of time and the nature of its workings have had an elusive effect on me. For some reason this has made be feel far away from the real me. And now, at the cusp of generative AI , I wonder 💭 where will I be. Until I am in myself again! © « Madhu Goteti August 29th, 2025
By Madhu Goteti 6 months ago in Fiction
Favonian Feels
Favonian winds were blowing this way Beyond the realms of time and space Those fealty feels flown in such a hastiest haste For sweet love to summon all it's grace! And all that I took as my own and you marked it as yours, anyways, Be it complete or be it more -as though-in free spirited shape O my, what foamy twilight dresses in silvering shades Much as much as quivers in bowers, rustling thro' glades O! Look! An eternal spring, unceasingly, blooms thro’ quietly unfazed Just as —ever in and ever for—that everlasting phase! Onwards then —that breeze—ushers to every lone hearts' voided space Laying softly upon me, you and others equally, And from which there’s no real escape… Ah! What else c’d be spoken that which wasn’t better told, For it’s about feelings fetched thro’ nature's gale Not for nothing, yet for everything, Embodying pure love in its’ warmest embrace Thereupon, what comes to be bidden, and not hidden in temporal caves Encased, full on -naïveté, marking it's own original face Be thee—joy spilling or a pulse beckoning, thro’ and thro’, as in a musical grace Shining ✨ forth— as sheer brightness, illuming that inner space Again, what else c’d be said in its heavenly praise, For it’s first perceived like a familiar memory banking on its own game, With equal profits accrued under debtors's and creditor's accounted name As equally proportioned as similarly same! © « Madhu Goteti Sept 20, 2021
By Madhu Goteti 7 months ago in Poets
Ⱥղ ටʍղìҍմʂ օƒ Ͳհօմցհէʂ
With withered leaves I weave my boat and seemingly float it on the vast I know not how to swim, 'coz they know not how to cast 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔢 1 👆 Either ways the roaring torrents Rip me to tatters and tear me apart And crackling underneath those rustling waters, It’s that nature's heartstring held to part 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔢 2 👆 And to the boat that clamors in a myriad… Borne o'er currents, groping over many idle hours 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔢 3👆 It’s a journey taken so deep and stretched a bit too far 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔢 4 👆 Here comes Farewell —heretofore a succession departs Moving unto a faraway place, somewhere afar, 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔢 5👆 Yes adrift to find a galore hewn, strewn in the myriad at par.. …𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔢 6👆 Where seven seas and seven hills meet the heaven —whispering unto those stars And as to that divine something, Marking anew —as nothing remains; a void so begotten, dwelling as a vanishing spar 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔢 7👆 To that, let there be a reviving hope, keeping that undying faith, reveling in the ascending power 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔢 8👆 Alas! Thereby, as an orienting generalization, The Almighty shall deliver yea up to that par Showering blessings and all his graces to lift you, me, and my lot towards that endearing heart—𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔢 9👆 Signing off 🙏 July 18th, 2021 © Madhu Goteti
By Madhu Goteti 7 months ago in Poets
Power Outage
My blind sight brought me to a “spare-me -your -kindness,”plight. It was summer of 2020 and a surge in COVID 🦠 deaths were on the rise. Little did I premonish nor realize that our family was being launched 🚀 into a darkness with a strange kindov anatomic-caricatural- travesty looming over our heads. O my gosh! The peculiarities emerged rather stark while we faced blackouts due to power outages. Put together night fall was equally frightening! An eerie calm surrounded the neighborhood. It felt, as if , some random wickedness had been tossed around and ‘twas taking over our home 🏡! Not to mention, our feelings were equally getting trapped over unending horrors of some odd-old sights and we found ourselves braving thro’ that spooky night! Out of nowhere a barn owl 🦉 perched on our window 🪟 and kept staring at us without a blink of an eye. All of sudden a fearful stormy rain came with a terrible force. Everything in the garden blew things around . A little bird was too far from its nest to get in. Lightening struck and the bird was blown off in the wind. About a few seconds later it landed half dead on our front porch. Without any delay we took our torches out and headed our to rescue the bird The fallen bird barely wriggled and its wings hung limp. It had taken a great deal of pain. For a second, beaming through our flashlights it 👀 looked at us —as though—asking for help. As we lay looking at the little one , trying to nurse it to recovery, another strange thing was witnessed by us. Some five birds as victims of poor weather lay there breathless. It felt like a mass burial site. It was more like a ghoulish crematorium tripping beside us in the streets. Well, so it seemed while my angled vision played peek-a- boo 🫣with strangeness lingering throughout that night .. Unknowingly, our family crept to each other’s fright ! And, onto that pitch darkness , topping it all , was this pin drop silence in the neighborhood. This was all building up to a scene of demonic possession. To the gross eye 👁 it was a miasma dipping in a mysterious guise ! I literally, for once, thought 💭 that night had come to a halt —somewhere amidst some ice 🧊age, and all the darkness’s were making their doomsday call. All around, the gushing winds started making running screams and it all felt ominous —like a sure guide towards other worldly flight. Additionally, the nightmarish effects were painting even more sepulchral sights,as if, booking our sacrilege in the quiet. Sooner or later we were to find ourselves succumbing to such a plight. Apparently the transformer powering our home had tripped. A thunderstorm blew the transformer and short circuiting led to a fire. Safety risks extended beyond immediate vicinity but somehow the rain put off the fire. We decided to stay put through the night —admittedly, not to face any more obscurity in the dark. From dawn to bedtime that mid summer night was like a dreamy homestead nightmare. Throughput it was—more so, like zombies 👻 heading for their feasts, cursing us to stage war -parties as they followed us around like swathe upon trails. And anywhere—within 2inches to 💯 miles I was practically ready for anything! With what looked like a pandemic 😷 —full on a strike —we were almost at the verge of being hitch hiked as emissaries while I continued to squint through the corners of my eyes 👀! Somewhere, In the middle of the night I started sneezing and my heavy head started hurting very badly. Full blown symptoms of COVID were appearing. Then I was horrified to notice every member of my family down with high fever. In just a few moments everything had turned topsy- turvy. True, it would have made no difference to nobody if that night our family had died —working against the hopeless odds— thunderstorms, transformer flares, power outage or exhaustion due to covid conditions. Further to that, along came, the limitless nervousness as I moved boldly for the creeping hands to get me from behind. It was my pet Caroo 🐈. He was trying to snuggle next to me. After that, I did not turn my head —this side nor that side. Instead, I cocked the torch under my arm as the battery in it was about to die. I know it was a mad sort of thing to do but, what were we to do when strange darkness was horribly keeping us in the quiet ! At the same time, a cold gush of air was trapping us into this mystical cloud-land with the winds blowing their own howly conceits of a very severe kind! Through and through , the shadows and shapeshifting hues💡 in the flashlight 🔦 were making us draw closer than a tight-knitted tribe. And mostly, as a matter right, we were chanting higher rituals in full spirit—much before the night got visible in the wee bits of light cracking thro’ the dawn. There were courtesy fireflies spangling all around in our backyard. It felt like an occulted delight. Tight pressed, we lay on our pillows as these ceremonial parades melted away from sights. After that, wonder of wonders this log 🪵 wood cutting scene began. Probably that was when I must have drifted, momentarily, into REM sleeps ! It was a dream! A time or two, visibly, a form in shadow suddenly appeared, as though, a spirited beam of light was shattering my brain 🧠, giving me a sense of what I could have be missing in that situation : a delusion ! Out there, in those wild dreams now came in a foresty feel , an act of me unbecomingly empty in the mind —so much so, out of nowhere, I found a 🪚 chainsaw stitched unto my frays, a growing 🎃 jack-o-lanterns glowing with a foot in form , through the night. And thusly, with my imaginations on overdrive, 9 times out of 10, we knocked each other out, thinking something mysterious was lurking within sight! So it was a total Fright Night ! And then , in the morn , it was all about the sun 🌞 rise, coming duly in order for such strangeness to subside! Still living gently and spreading this earnest wish ... never say die! Then when Covid ruins had spread unchecked for several days we finally got ourselves cured. “May the devil 👿 prowl and whoop up its hymns out of sight .. O! that act of wading through the dark, uninformed, a pretty blindly random act , for something of which we did not realize, should be kept socially distanced for miles.” I tell you, those daunting bearings, not much visible, yet one learns to understand only when one lives in the wild only to be shut in groves away from life. Away you go, stealthy Covid🥷 coming at us in a disguise 🥸 . You weren’t much in terms of reassurance, even when you tried to work out theories on our minds. To do well ,now, means , to cut the chilling gloom you tried creating on our insides .. O ! waverly Covid hitting us on all sides, we WILL survive ! #genuflexingtothegroundinreverenceandworshiptoallthegodlinessinreach P.S : May those growls with howls and prowls menacing life remain destroyed ! © ✍️ Madhu Goteti, July 31st, 2025
By Madhu Goteti 7 months ago in Fiction
Omnibus of Thoughts 💭
An Omnibus of Thoughts With withered leaves I weave my boat and seemingly float it on the vast I know not how to swim, 'coz they know not how to cast Either ways the roaring torrents Rip me to tatters and tear me apart And crackling underneath those rustling waters, It’s that nature's heartstring held to part And to the boat that clamors in such a myriad… Borne o'er currents, groping over many idle hours It’s a journey taken so deep and stretched too far For there must be a faraway place wherein—somewhere afar, The seas meet heavens whispering unto those stars And as to the something of that divine—Marking anew —over remains, so begotten as subpar Let that reviving hope keep that undying faith to revel in ascending power Alas! Here comes Almighty, delivering me up to the par Showering blessings and all graces to lift me and my lot in vernal showers July 18th, 2021 © Madhu Goteti
By Madhu Goteti 8 months ago in Poets
Sapphire: A Sure Fire!
O! My! O Precious Life! A Sure Fire! Sapphire! To yea one beholds entire desire Within which —renews—heartless quagmire?! As grating gropes over gurgling gyres Ebbing to flow as some embodied empire! O! My! O Precious Life! A Sure Fire! As fleeting hope and even more luminous than fire 🔥 You belong to the day and equally to the night totally hired O! My! O Precious Life! A Sure Fire! Sapphire! In carrying sails — Is thou oafish a quenchless desire?! Thirsty, perhaps, for so long is thy mired briar Yet, in widespread nature, dwelling so, to persistently inspire ! O! My! O Precious Life! A Temperate Fire! Sapphire! Unto yea, bellying long, are these bounteous spires As clustered congeries over cloistered choirs O! My! O Precious Life! A Sure Fire! O! Must you lie barefoot upon death beds so silently expired Seemingly dropping a thousand dirges over those deathly pyres O! My! O Precious Life! As Infernal as a blazing Fire! But, for the spirit, thickened in dire It's all an illusion which it pledges not to “forever,”acquire! O! My! O Precious Life! An Eternal Fire! For the flesh so camped in rubies, and lodged in sapphires The work of surpassing all is the ultimate goal gravely desired O! My! O Precious Life! A Sure Fire! And post -personified ; waving your final flags as an esquire; You bid adieus -to everything that transpires... O Precious Life ! Sapphire! A Sure fire! Co-concurring— off the hook, as a timely spire... How upon innocence you gently conspire! As faith so ardent rolls its' earnetness so dire.. O! My! O Precious Life! Sapphire! © Madhu Goteti, September 26th, 2022
By Madhu Goteti 8 months ago in Poets
This is Life 🪞
To bring light back to life is a metaphorical concept that speaks of rejuvenation and revitalization of one's spirit, with passion, and a sense of purpose. In life, there are times when one might feel lost, overwhelmed, or detached from their passions. The journey to reignite that inner light often involves introspection, seeking inspiration from new experiences, or reconnecting with what genuinely brings joy and fulfillment. This process can be likened to rekindling a flame that once burned brightly. It may involve setting new goals, embracing creative pursuits, or surrounding oneself with supportive and positive influences. Ultimately, bringing light back to life is about rediscovering a sense of hope and direction, empowering oneself to move forward with renewed energy and enthusiasm. Chill out ! Now that’s comfortable … very doable over and again ! Hence no prowling cries if one chooses otherwise ! And until that ultimate arrival ( awakening,) transgresses time …everything ..yes everything…may SEEM like this :
By Madhu Goteti 8 months ago in Fiction
Splendid Sunshine ☀️
Fawning winds are blowing this way Beyond the realms of time and space A fealty feel flows in its hastiest haste As sweet summer summons in all it's grace In foaming twilights, like an enigma to be born yet delving in shades As a quiver in bowers, rustling thro' glades That and more, staged to groom, ever in or ever for—that eternal light to encircle fate And with each step onwards full dazzling, perfectly quite over hearty space O! Look! What's freshly woven in that sunrise casting nature's gale Ah! That’s everlasting love,bracing undisguised in its warmest embrace Ever to come gently, to be bidden,shining forth in all its brightness, illuming that inner space— For those joys to spill thro' as in a musical grace Thus, full on -naïveté to mark it's own space! For what c’d be told of it, as it harmlessly robs like some banker’s deficit caught apace With debtors's and creditor's, equally proportioned, profiting wholly as similarly same! © « Madhu Goteti Sept 20, 2021
By Madhu Goteti 8 months ago in Poets
You up there!
Let’s not deluge ourselves with further queries Yes, we were not really there! Lurking nowhere—yet all about, you were “good godly,” everywhere…O Gawd! And I, for one, at every moment, a blundering dunce, appearing frolicsome, and as though, yearning processions and like a motley fool, hogging airs! Towards that —wherever, whenever —somewhere out there, we were all there… And look! That in the distance .. is that a wreck ?! O with that haughty breadth, (not breathe 🧘♀️ ) coming off as dilly-dallying there ! Lo! Behold! Much before any secret silence loathes up in a wordless despair… As I see it … Yes, yes we dared ! But… No better nor worse, our destinies scarcely knew which way to turn…but we simply dared, as though —self deployed —like daredevils, ascending steps, fully prepared! Therein “GOM”became the familiar “NOM” ; a stillness, quite assuredly, registering senses and as an end in itself, we were fully compared … But, from where it c’d be viewed as —heartily there —we re-examined and tallied realizations —full on —as if, with our car 🚘 on rapid gears.. Through and through , as another self , and also as a duplicate of every one out there —from this home to that house , in the bedroom, at the table and almost 😅 like hell under bones 🦴 we were there, and as though, the shadowed spirit of that heavenly trinity watched us as we truly shared … And to that, which seems endless, we now owe ourselves —that— free flowing wisdom which comes by as chaste, and passes us as well married in full flare ! Then again , of course, with the popular odium —coming face to face, until the fawn faced , materialistic priest calls it as —all good , fully repaired… We shall be here, there, everywhere ! Who can say we aren’t really there … And look 👀 Where is I so vacant, when me for you and you for me —pass—to be loved in this radiantly brilliant OPEN air…. Evermore so, again —look! In our quest for that higher union we have always prayed 🙏 like all those desert 🏜️ 🌵 fathers who were hauntingly placed everywhere Yes , for better or worse … For all I know now, and forever I shall thusly declare— you and I are truly rare, beyond compare! Dear Reader, That ☝️ was a unconventional rhetoric as I thought out a versification on the topic : You were not really there . Okay ?! And now… here’s a narrative keeping in mind the same topic : Are we there yet?! >>>Mind it: The following is a dream sequence . A concoction of mind. Some may find it mind boggling ! Beware! It all happened in a dream! From that moment I knew I was to never look back. A lonely course, I was aware. As an inkling sown, I knew it was a given. Could it be a semblance of a nightmare, looming over ordinary grounds of that “dreamy,” despair?! Honestly, I knew not —coz I wasn’t totally there! With that said, here’s an analogy to consider subliminally which my conscious mind held a while, considering the hidden meaning in which the subject of my presence c’d be treated with varied degrees of both presence and absence in that dream . After all, who am I ….as I tread this philosophical juggle of life. Partying with prejudice I can’t call myself an enigma or … when “air” is best suited to the provincial flare of giving meaning to self via the lens of higher self : a spirit …is it?! But, who am I to bear this or that ?! While all that ☝️— those thoughts marinated through the fabric of my subliminal thoughts 💭 Something echoed back in a dream : therein lay an understanding to honor those outcomes to which we justify means and thereby associate with as in real, real meaning. That kind of heartlessness would never suit any other worldly affair. Perhaps that dream didn’t know about any reverse gear. In its most evocative —it was replete with repetitive patterns like pulling out, dipping in , with left and right turns ( stunts,) to rummage over diligent thoughts to get nowhere. From the opening, during which, he rose dreamily from nowhere , and yet it all felt like a no man’s land. He was much like a night watchman, all of a sudden, appearing at my front porch.He had little to do except for shooting imaginary arrows in the dark. Against that backdrop, I seemed to be lurking amidst the dungeon walls of a dilapidated church trying to escape somewhere. ( Freud , hold your reigns! You may be wrong with interpretations.) Next thing , I notice: The sudden rattling of the earth underneath and somebody simply walking up and pulling me out of the rubble. “There y’are, “ he said victoriously. “I knew you were in there somewhere.” Quite right, very well thank you for saving me, I said firmly, un repaired nor paired The whole spectacle was beyond the 7th dimensional plane and it had little to do with the real world happenings of this earthly existence. I was reciting the inventions of my own mind through that sleazy plot. It was a sort of a dreary dream. But with thoughts slung not particularly as nonsense, next moment— I found myself seated in a taxi cab, promising to take me away from that catastrophic sight. “Well we can get away fast now,” the cab driver said. “Yes, don’t hold up anymore. There’s no reason to delay anymore as the ground underneath is cracking. Hurry, please“ I said. “Sure, you won’t regret,” he said. As far as I could see, there was no reason why we wouldn’t set off. The cab 🚕 driver must have held the same thoughts. I thought to myself. After all, reflecting such feels , I was expecting him to be as frantic as me in his approach. But he waited there to witness the events unfolding without fleeing the situation. Instead, I found him lighting a cigarette and coolly enquiring —“where is the match? I seem to left it in the porch somewhere. “ “O ,c’mon, hurry, hurry . Is this the time to light up a cigarette,” I complained gravely. “I am no good without smokes,” the driver hailed. “We could get away now if you think we should but looks like I have to anyways get out again,” the cabby blurted in anguish. I heard the roar of the Armageddon. Within earshot, on hand to see was a crippled horse 🐴 and an axe flying towards me. I suppose the environs in the dreamscape were looming towards the end of times and here I was seated beside the cab driver who was delaying our exit from such a horrific scene. And then, guised as some irresistible combination of a haywire and hauntingly silly moment, the cab driver blankly gazed and resignedly said: “ Looks like I have forgotten the car keys. I have to get out again.” “You don’t seem to be doing anything other than getting in and out of this car, time and again. “ I blurted uneasily. Understandingly the cab driver rushed out and within moments appeared back in the front seat. This time in all thoughtfulness he had brought the keys almost out of thin air. He pushed the keys into the ignition switch and pressed the accelerator. The car wobbled and took to the road with a series of starts and stops. Then all of a sudden , like a jet engine propelled, yet moving nowhere, we moved in a zig-zag pattern with the speedometer indicating .05 miles per hour speed. Then again, a series of jerks added to that absurd mess. A snail 🐌 appeared out of nowhere as a no distance speed-mate. He flung a look at me and ran away at nautical pace. And then, in an —even more ridiculous moment, we moved off along unknown paths in the reverse gear. Just out that way, we had paced out one yard. “Do you think you are learning to drive the car for the first time,” I queried harshly. To that , the cabby replied with a harsh voice: “ I thought you don’t like to move fast. So I decided to take it easy. Have faith. You shall arrive soon.”he said “So you are saying there’s nothing wrong with your driving , “ I retorted back at him in a haste. “Well , you’ll be there soon. Look, there’s your house 🏡, behind that tree , “ said the taxi driver. “ Perfectly logical for someone to hire a taxi for a journey—“he further declared And in an odd overturn of events, the fumbling cabby dropped me at the front door of a home and passed away out of sight. We had already been through so much together. “Do I owe you anything,” I asked him generously “O! I was just returning a big favor—I owe you big time,” said the cab driver. What appeared as a play of form was actually happening as an act in a dream, and I realized, I was actually awakened by it in its fullest grace. A deeper impulse of soul has searched for truths and it was all over taking me out there —somewhere —in my thoughts and dreams, beyond compare. But , it seemed , I had finally arrived! The End ! © ✍️ Madhu Goteti, July 6th, 2025
By Madhu Goteti 8 months ago in Fiction
AI —a noiseless revolution… Quote me not, History.
© ✍️ Madhu Goteti, June 12th, 2025 A verse from “Viveka Chudamani,”(विवेकचूडामणि,) a philosophical treatise within the Advaita Vedanta tradition of Hinduism is: Brahma satyam jagat mithya, jivo brahmaiva naparah ब्रह्म सत्यं जगन्मिथ्या जीवो ब्रह्मैव नापरः । अनेन वेद्यं सच्छास्त्रमिति वेदान्तडिण्डिम ॥ Translation: Brahman is the only truth, the world is unreal, and there is ultimately no difference between Brahman and individual self. This Sanskrit verse is supposedly the most powerful verse connecting to the sacred frequencies of the universe, a secret kept away from many for centuries. Preserving such legacies was considered an extremely tenacious act of faith and grace; bestowed only upon a "chosen," few. As guardians, those selected few, were considered as vanguards of resurrection, and they had to go through many esoteric practices, rooted in the umpteen instructional texts— and thereby, supposedly, illuminate the domains of metaphysical mysticism. All this is a sort of naturalism woven into the stream of Indian culture, with mind’s lateral expansion ascertained through these practices. Holistically, it is deemed as the ultimate goal and recognized for its absolute pantheistic stance. Thusly, such processes are understood as an immanent syncretic elements, connecting the everyday realities with the ultimate truth of the universe. In essence, the whole purpose behind the Indian philosophical thought is to attain supreme enlightenment through the gamete of living itself. Thence, many practices are viewed as distinct ways in which, precious legacies of the ancient wisdom are promulgated to emphasize the ascending pathways of human development. Essentially the process starts with taking the body-mind -soul -through deep insightful rumination and integrate its—finite energy with the infinite energy of the spirit universally. Taken together, it is considered as an evolutionary flow of human action and binding it to the ever fleeting stream of consciousness— wherein, varied perspectives track vicarious truths—meant —only—to purport that ultimate truth. So,that then, is seen as an awakening that’s humanly possible ,and that, which must be integrated in the formation of the relationships between the earthly realities and the other worldly. This is sought for the unification( synergy) with the nature of existence in itself. In short, the former approach is considered the highest “prayer of quiet,”designed to lay emphasis upon transcendence, and in this manner, quaintly it’s pathways are preserved amidst the hidden temples of the far east. The incantation of mantraas ( hymns ) with extreme ideation is certainly not to bar anybody (from admission,) but rather, its rigours of discipline are nothing short of any Herculean venture ; tough enough for the unready. In fact, there is a catalog of procedures hidden in the annals to pursue such promised conditions of redemption. Elaborate rituals, considered as pious acts, have gained a sort of living presence, necessary for conditions under which souls could be transformed. In that sense, the wisdom of the scriptural word is holding a mystery and calling off for attention. So many recitations in the form of "Mantra's," have operated—both at the --depth and surface levels to bring about miraculous effects on soul/mind/ body and vice versa. But, it’s a realm of the initiated. In its mystery and manner lies magic! Then, there’s a way of saying verses — a tonal resonance, which works thro’ a synergistic alignment to resolve/ repair the fractured or fragmented lives of humans. This is like converging humans in unison, to bring about unimagined changes to their lives. No, this isn’t any sort of coercion. Rather, it defines its own destined path. Because it is an experience to climb up to, it is considered a matter of utmost significance, leading one towards spiritual convergence. A sort of manifestation! But, time and again many triggering processes have intervened to stop such practices, destroying the people who attempted to propound such philosophies. ….Paradoxically everything turned quite the opposite of what was expected out of the workings of many half -hearted practices. In short, an antitheses had emerged. Where does this all lead to, I didn't quite exactly know—then, but why, I had questioned? I decided to track those beliefs to gain a first hand experience. And tracking those beliefs brought some perplexing realities into view. And with resolution attuned to those" tonic chords," of mysteries, and with doubt stuck upon my face, I was determined to make an appraisal of such reasonings ever since early childhood. It’s been so long since I have come along those ways. My journalistic instincts have been equally demanding because the course of my actions, at times, landed me in many fixes. I had to hold extreme caution. Which part of the world am I exactly referring to— you may wonder?! It was one of those fleeting moments retained by my memory and I now choose to transmit its occurrence long after every trace of it has passed away. Yes, I am referencing to a person that remained nothing so respectable as to be ditched and forgotten as insignificant but only to be found alive only in the nature’s forests ,lakes and streams. Sometimes the unchanging nature retained in the appellations given out by the sculptures, cave drawing are a reminder of those extinct people, disappearing into the history as though to relinquish the control of the world and move towards a passion held as a consequence of the personal efforts and labor. Following is a narrative that could be considered as an invaluable work or it could be treated as something extraordinary jotted and noted, of which the almighty is the author, mankind —an alien to understand divinity fully and the historian conceiving ,interpreting and revealing every piece of history. Unfortunately many a times the truth behind those pieces of history could be garbled and omitted. Caution ! To be honest, this is a piece of my memoir furnishing some material for future histories. This graphic narrative is about my exploration and travels to a holy land in India. But , it was a homecoming without home for me. I had become the most sublime ( subdued version of me,) a martyr who had suffered philosophical indifference, which is never really exciting especially when living cross culturally. Many people living across cross cultures could be led to the ultimate goal of devout altruism through their own deeds. So whimsically enough I was leaping into action. I was making a sanguinary attempt to visit India, of which I was yet to be treated fully as its original species. Of itself the rising power of absolutism was bearing upon the surrounding countryside that I was to visit. I was to find myself in the midst of events and gradually educate self of all that had preceded before in the yore. A lost paradise was prowling along the saber edges of a distant coast, perhaps, craving to rise out of the horizons of illumined lights. And continuing so, I had stepped into this land of ancestors, but I felt another world away from it. It all felt, as if, I was a shoddy wick glimmering in embers of satanic verses, moving towards the chambers of bottomless pits. That is to say, I was treading into unchartered territories, beyond the marks of prohibitions, running headlong into a caprice of a strange reverie. It was all dark there! Or, appropriately put, my ignorance at that time, made me feel so. For decades, I had remained ignorant, and now, I was about to step into philosophic ranges beyond my understanding. I did not realize that taking this journey would be so varying in rhythms, and apparently that would bring me the immediate reputation of a blinded sentinel stranded over the edges of guarded destinies, witnessing mistaken identities. All the while , I was conscious of only a small part of me. I was invisible, out of sight, normally unaware, unseen for ages by my own, and evermore so, unknown to the cursory glances of my own sight. But then, there were some hidden truths about to be revealed, that of which, I had recently become cognizant. Yes, this truth was much more than some mind idling over vagaries. 'Twas the reality of witnessing self-- casted over vivid new beginnings. Everything was to gradually reveal the splendors of the lighted veneers. I was to find the significance of a divine providence in India that was conveying more than unbelievable practices —“Mantraa,” recitations. Why must one take upon such endeavours that spring up from the unknown vagary ( literally, from nowhere); much as much as, some ordained missionary propelled to legitimize the conceptual order of metaphysical world. Was I being classified as an overworked fugitive..characterized as -fair minded, courageous, mildly oppressed ,unselfish, devout-human element :) I was , as if, a —being —sent off as a first hand reporter of the vibrations coming out of the “other worldly,” regimes and discover what all and whatsoever it meant to reveal. Something was droning -loudly —upon ears 👂 but after drowning upon its messages , I was to redirect lives from the dying hours of gloom by studying some magical verses called--"Mantraas." This subject of study was part of my cross-cultural course. I was on a winged flight to the far east, soaring high up in the clouds with an anticipatory prospect of meeting a replica of me--someone outwardly-inwardly, identical to me. To believe such a miracle existed was to suppose and transcend earthly space and time theories. In fact this was a reality that was about to present itself as in a physical entity. Shortly, I was about to redirect myself to me to find someone ditto like me. Believe me, a carbon copy of me ! A replica of me living in a distant land unknown to me. How could I be so blinded by this real world factuality. “Unbelievable,” I thought to myself as I progressed on this voyage of new discovery. But certainly, I knew not that, up until that point, I was fundamentally and presumably so wrong in my conception of reality about the universe and earthly nature. All the while, I was believing that I was opening the door and moving into familiar surroundings. But, in a whiff, everything was changing and all this was striking me as a beam of light, compelling me to swiftly suffuse into things. At times, I felt I was centuries of light years away from home, as if, protected in secrecy, but my counterpart on the other side of the universe, was breaking down , beyond repair ,and that, for which, I was being sought out urgently. And, in all this ,quite identifiably, my double and me, were as distinct as any two individuals, harboring staunch covert resemblances, but recognizably distinguishable, as separate entities. In ways, this was warranting me to do what I was doing remotely, from a far off place, hardly heard and never seen. What's all this ? You may wonder. Without exceptions, I was now --all of a sudden, scaling measures while orbiting celestial light and dark things. Essentially ,I was to give a strong expression to the nature of matter in me, new to some, yet adhering close enough to pull anybody in. The subject of “Quantum entanglement,” was to unfurl through me. Perhaps, the exuding exasperation of having maneuvered the minutest nautical speeds and channeling those chases into planar matters. It was none less than an occurring magic, and it could be mind boggling to many. But such so, I had uncovered new aspects in new scenes. This is all the result of an evolution, demonstrably working in the backdrops of my mind's eye, with infinity making a steady steed over many thought streams. It was more like the way Darwin's theory had created a distinct method ,in which, he described human awakenings as the “origin of the species," and attributed each new marker for every new beginning. Of that origin ,structured conventionally, there's no beginning nor any end since eternity. But with evolution seemingly dismantling and assembling things at nautical speeds, it almost felt like everything was being lost to reverie's fleets. But, in actuality, it's DNA evolving ..and our souls surging up in a yippee, especially when we find innuendo projecting a duplicity in the middle of nowhere. Quite unexpectedly, I was about to witness the new era of artificial intelligence (AI) resting in tradition, abounding in the most judicious use of rituals, and that with such persistent vehemence to turn reality into something more than what could meet the eye or ear. At this point I was seeing myself as an entity animated by my meta-mind, germinating over impulses and affected by varied conditions. I was a crusade journeying the profound truth of AI ( artificial intelligence,) and by no other means witnessing the connectivity between present and past centuries in an eclectic society. It was like the present century history was becoming more probable for the future world’s emergence. I had finally arrived! Totally! Here’s what I ably and religiously learnt in regard to my present situation and position. My ancestors manifested this critical moment. The spirit in me cares to distinguish between what I witness and what you hear, between what you consider as probable and what I find as real -real. Here (in the AI conquest,) the truth is to history what eyes are to insight. So, in this AI world, history was meeting obscurity to sift through the unexamined and examined. So thereby I am presenting to the reader an authentic and undisclosed version of self in correct correlation to the events happening in and around me. This is me—alive after the pandemic and many wars fought around the world. After witnessing so many calamities I redefined myself more as me —the new me. Definitely not artificially changed nor enhanced by anybody.
By Madhu Goteti 9 months ago in History
