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Let's hear a story then :D
It will be in DC universe. I will name this story- Superman: The Rise Of Indian Sun God
Okay, this is Earth 21 where Superman doesn't exist, atleast not yet :D
Let me start from the beginning. God wave is a cosmic force that came out of source wall to create new Gods and in the process creating other worldly God like Sun God Rao who later created earth and so many others planets in the universe and also was responsible for creating many Superheroes (meta humans) through out universe including earth.
Krypton was one of those Planet. Kryptonians at the beginning of their civilization were aware of Rao's presence but with times they forgot as Rao was disappeared from krypton. Noone knew Rao's presence or where would he be disappeared? As the time progress, Krypton became technologically superior planet in the universe. They soon thought Rao as another mythological superstition.
CC Batson and Marlyn Batson(incase you don't know they are parents of yet to born Shazam aka Captain Marvel aka Billy Batson) were world famous archeologist from America.
They came to India to research on old Konark's Temple in Orissa
They found a lot of wall drawings were similar to Australian aboriginal people's cave drawings about Sun God.
It was this mystery that got them hooked into this.
They were using some kind of radiation meter on the temple's wall. They were facinated to find out that it was giving same kind of radiation signal as it did in that Australian cave. But the difference was that in this case radiation levels were higher as if to say some kind of power source was inside the temple or under it.
Suddenly, an Indian police came running angrily and took their equipment from their hand and threw it away shouting, "Not permitted, not permitted"
CC said to him, "You aren't understanding, there's some of kind of power source under this temple....."
Indian Police said again, "Not permitted, go to the authority"
That equipment had electro magnetic system inside and as it clashed with temple's wall, it burst with strong electromagnetic waves of current.
It shook the ground.
The whole temple was shaking.
Suddenly, a bright light flew away towards sky by shaking everything.
It almost crashed into the sky and opened a portal or warm whole to a completely different part of universe, it came to planet Krypton and destroyed it's core and went inside the baby son of Jor El, the chief of science in krypton.
Jor El was shocked by this whole incident but was even more shocked looking the fact that Kal El was completely alright.
Suddenly, alarm bells were ringing.
Jor El found out that krypton was about to be destroyed.
Suddenly, he found out about the opened portal to another part of universe and also a blue planet, he sent an android robot to find out more.
In the meantime, everyone in krypton was looking for an way out but almost all the mother ship was destroyed.
One ship was remained which was owned by Jor El.
After getting all the necessary information about this blue planet called Earth, Jor El was preparing for departure with his wife and baby son but caught by other kryptonians.
But that mothership was limited, it couldn't take all the kryptonians so there was a huge battle between them, realising the eventual destruction of this mothership, Jor El send Kal El by small spaceship to earth as he knew Kal El would be able to survive in earth atmosphere infact he will be superior to local earth people because of their yellow solar system.
In earth-
There was a small-town named Satyavila outside the metropolitan city Kolkata.
A couple (Jonardon Sen and Mitali Sen) was doing a picnic in jungle area outside locality as it was romantic. They were childless so they were very romantic to each other to fill the gap in their relationship.
Suddenly, they saw a bright light came from the sky and crashed into the jungle destroying a number of threes in the jungle.
Both of them went there to see what was going on and they saw a boy child was smiling towards them holding a huge tree easily overhead!!!!
They said to each other, "Oh! My God, that's not human!!!"
But looking at the innocent smile on that boy's face they decided to bring him their home while hiding his little spaceship in a nearby cave in that jungle.
They decided to bring him up as their own.
He was named Arkya Sen. Arkya realised when he was growing up that he wasn't like other teenagers. He had abnormal strength, speed, durability and so many other ability.
But Arkya never wanted to have any powers, infact he used to be scared so that no-one could find out that he was freak
So he put in that extra bit of effort not to look anything but a human and simultaneously avoided using any of his powers and he got used to that and almost pretend to forget that he had this unnatural abilities.
Arkya just wanted a normal life.
He used to go to school and had fun with his friends, played Cricket with his friends and liked a girl who just moved in next door with her family.
She was two years older than Arkya and adult 18 years old. And she already had a boyfriend. Her name was Sana Ang, a North East Indian.
Pritam Roy was the best friend of Arkya and both of them used to spend a lot of time together. Pritam didn't know about his best friend's secret though as Jonardon asked Arkya not to disclose his identity to anyone expecting public panic.
One day-
Pritam said to Arkya, ", Come on man, you are aiming for too high, she is way out of your league plus she is senior and already has a boyfriend"
Arkya said, "I know but I can't help it man, I am thinking about her all the time"
Suddenly Mitali asked Arkya to go to Sana's house to welcome them with some sweets.
Pritam said to Arkya with a canny smile, "Ha, ha, as if you were not looking for any opportunities to go there!"
Both of them went there and knocked on the door and door opened and they saw a smiling Sana opened the door while talking on her tablet.
Arkya quickly said, "My mother is welcoming you and your family to our neighborhood and this is some sweets"
Sana just smiled at them and asked them to come in and then called her mother and went to her room.
Both Arkya and Pritam were bored talking to Sana's mom.
Later Pritam said, "She didn't even look at us, man, she was busy talking in her phone, probably with that guy she was going out, you have got no chance"
Arkya said, "I know, we are just two kids to her so no wonder she won't even look at us, okay, I will try to forget about her"
In few months later-
There was a huge storm in Satyavila.
Sana's house was damaged because of that.
Arkya said to Jonardon, "Dad, I can help them"
Jonardon said, "Okay, do whatever you can do but be very careful, remember noone should see you"
Suddenly, Sana's mom and Sana saw a blur came and before they realised what was going on, they saw themselves in Sen house.
Sana and her mom was shocked and asked to them, "What's going on?"
Both Jonardon and Mitali said to them that their house was damaged and they were unconscious because of some kind of accident related to this disaster so they brought them their home, they just woke up.
Sana and Sana's mom found this unbelievable but could not find any other explanation either so they kind of reluctantly accepted this
Arkya was smiling.
This was the first time, Sana actually noticed Arkya.
She said, "Hi! You are so cute, Arkya is your name, isn't it?"
Arkya shook his head affirmatively
They talked for a while and had fun.
As the time was progressing Arkya was discovering his kryptonian abilities one by one, he even went to that jungle to that hidden space ship to find out more about his origin but couldn't find much unfortunately.
One day Arkya decided to experiment with his powers by going to the house roof but he instead saw Sana was crying in their house roof.
Arkya asked her what happened
Sana said that she just broke up with her boyfriend.
Even though he liked that news but instead put on sad face and decided to console her.
They were spending more time together from here on.
One day Sana asked to Arkya directly, "Do you have a crush on me?"
Arkya decided to tell her everything
Sana was shocked hearing this and she said with a nice smile, "From the first day!!! I am flattered but you are just 16 years old and I am two years older than you!! And I never saw you anything more than that, I am very sorry, Arkya, but let's be true friend first"
Arkya thought to himself, "Damn, friend-zoned!!! But hey, what else was possible!??!"
One day, when Arkya was in his space ship, he saw a signal in his space ship's interface that was coming from North pole
He used his superspeed and quickly ran towards North pole and reached there after a while.
He saw another huge mothership crashed there.
It was that Android mothership which was sent by Jor El to investigate on Earth
In there, Arkya first time learnt about his kryptonian origin and everything else that associated with it.
He found a kryptonian attire.
He realised that it was different from any earth cloth as wearing it didn't feel like it could burn out when he was running in superspeed.
He tested that theory and proved right.
A few years later-
One day the whole Sen family went to the vacation in Orissa.
Konark's temple was on their bucket list as tourist spot.
When Arkya entered the temple, he suddenly realised something different about him, as every part of his body was charged up.
He didn't stay there for too long as he asked his parents to move on from that place so they went to next tourist spot.
That incident didn't feel right with Arkya as he started to research on Konark's temple.
He realised that long before that temple was made, it was considered a holy place by the locals, a place where Sun God presided which was the belief of the local people, so when a king built this unique sun temple on that place, it quickly turned into a huge tourist spot in mordern era.
As he was trying find out more about his kryptonian origin from that Android mothership, he pressed a button falsely which opened a portal to another part of universe, it was called phantom zone, it was a prison for most notorious criminals in Krypton. A kryptonian mothership came out of that
It was the mothership of war mongering General Zod of kryptonian army who wanted all the power to himself so he was fighting a war against Kryptonian regime.
But he lost and sent in the phantom zone by Zor El with General Zod's huge army and his mothership.
They quickly realised that Krypton was completely destroyed but then he tried to find out who opened the portal of phantom zone, he quickly find out from his mothership that the signal came from another part of the universe.
Zod realised that there could be a Kryptonian connection so all hope wasn't lost, they quickly journeyed towards that source and they found out about earth.
After landing on earth, they realised that earth's atmosphere was making them Superhuman.
They quickly discovered that Android mothership in North pole but could not open as it was needed a DNA signature of Jor El and if he tired to force open the mothership, it will self destroy.
Zod didn't want that as there was a technology in that Android mothership which could terra form the whole earth into Krypton's design.
He wanted this out of pure nostalgia and superior feelings of being a Kryptonian as he hated earth and his local lesser human beings and most importantly they were finding it hard to adapt with earth's atmosphere so quickly as it was uncomfortable to them
He realised either Jor El or his off spring might be living here on earth masking as human as the android mothership was opened before.
He quickly took control of earth's communication system and announced to give him the kryptonian that was living on earth as human beings otherwise he would destroy one country after another and also announced that earth's nuclear warheads were ineffective against them as Earth had no defense against them.
Arkya realised just what was coming, he was very very scared as he never expected anything like this.
As an example, Zod ordered them to destroy Himalayan Mountains.
Realising that so many will be dead, Arkya quickly put on his kryptonian attire and evacuated everyone from nearby places and saw Himalayan Mountains were decimated by a ray from the mothership. He couldn't stop himself, he absorbed the ray by himself.
This is first time infront of everyone, the whole world, Arkya made his debut as the rest of world saw with disbelief as one guy in a blue tight absorbing some kind of otherworldly force. Every media's focus was on this incident.
Arkya jumped towards that ship and punched to the sky and it flew away by its impact towards the sky.
In the head office of ABP news media house in Kolkata, chief editor, Prithvi Das, ordered everyone to focus on this story as he asked his investigative journalist Luci Jain to investigate on this.
In the next day all the headline were saying the same thing about this "Superhuman the Superman"
General Zod realised from this defeat that he needed to be more calculative as earth's atmosphere made him a God.
He decided to find out more about this guy himself hiding himself as another human being.
He quickly realised that this guy was treated as God on Earth, he was pretending as some kind of Superhero.
Zod smiled to himself and said, "Enjoy while you can, I am quickly destroying your God play"
He quickly found out everything about Arkya and his earth found family, about Sana and everything else.
Zod realised that this guy had a lot of weakness as he attached himself too much with these earth beings.
He didn't waste time anymore and knocked on the Sen house's door and as Arkya opened the door, Zod smiled at him and said, "Are you done playing this childish Superhero bullshit? Because I don't have time for your childish whim, help me open that Android mothership and I will let you go and I could have taken you DNA signature any time I wanted but that's not my style and I have nothing to fear in this world"
Arkya was taken aback by all this and said, "You are the one who attacked earth, isn't it?"
Zod said, "So you have brains then, okay, I am going to be straight forward with you, I know everything about you, and if you don't give me what I want then I will kill everyone you hold dear"
Arkya punched towards Zod and Zod quickly avoided that and caught his punch easily and said, "Surprised!!! Initially, it took a little more time to adjust but now I am figuring it out, all of your power comes from earth atmosphere, the yellow solar system, ha, ha, now we all are Gods, you can't stop anything this time"
A huge battle was started which was loosing by Arkya as despite his superpower, he wasn't a trained soldier like General Zod.
Arkya lost this battle and said, ", I will never open that mothership, so fuck you"
General Zod said, "Ha, ha, I will take your dead body if that's what needed to be done" in saying this he was beating the shit out of Arkya.
General Zod said, "You are feeling good about yourself, isn't it? Ha, ha, let's see how tough you can be when it comes to others" in saying this he ordered one of his Soldier to bring Sana
Arkya said, "No!! Don't hurt her"
Zod said, "It's up to you"
Arkya said, "Fuck you"
Zod said, "Fuck me???!!! Fuck me???!!! Do you think I won't do it, you idiot..." in saying this he snapped the neck of Sana
Arkya was shocked out of his mind seeing his love's sorry demise
Water was coming down from his eyes, as he shouted with all of his emotions, every part of his body was angry, suddenly, he found himself flying and feeling all kinds of abilities and strength that he never knew existed.
Zod smiled and said, "So we can fly also!!? How wonderful!!! Good for us!!! Ha, ha, don't be so dramatic, just open the mothership"
Arkya attacked Zod with his full might and said, "You monster, you pushed me too far, now you will feel the consequences"
After a huge battle and a lot of destruction in which Arkya completely destroyed the kryptonian spaceship and was winning.
Zod said to his army, "This is no joke, attack him together and hold him down" as they were also adapting to earth's atmosphere and discovering about their new found abilities.
Forty something Kryptonians hold Arkya down and Zod came smiling and came close to him and said, "You idiot, you are not some kind of Superhero to us, we are all kryptonians, we are all Gods here, you thought you can take a whole kryptonian army by yourself, you dumb idiot"
Arkya was like wild animal in a cage, he looked at Zod with tremendous anger and suddenly a ray beam came out of his eyes and damaged Zod's eye.
He flew away holding Zod and came to Konark's temple thinking that when he was last time here, he was feeling weak and uncomfortable, he was hoping for similar things to Zod as well
But in reality, things didn't turn out that way
as quickly Zod's eye was regenerating.
Zod smiled and said with tremendous arrogance, "This is the best you can do, you dumbass, you are going to die today"
Arkya was feeling helpless and weak in Konark's temple but Zod was completely unaffected.
He came to Arkya and took his heart out and said, "You Stupid arrogant fool, you gave your lives for these lesser beings, you deserve to be dead"
As Zod was preparing to use the heart of Arkya to open the mothership by using its DNA signature
Suddenly, he heard a familiar tone, "I think it's time for you to get back wherever the hell you came from"
Zod looked behind and saw Arkya was standing in the air and bright lights were coming out of his body. His eyes were white.
Zod said, "More new powers, I presume, good for us then"
Arkya smiled and said, "I don't think so, monster, you will find this quite surprising" in saying this he moved so fast and snapped Zod's neck and ripped apart every part of Zod's body and looking at Arkya and the horrible demise of Zod, their general, the kryptonian army flew away towards space and Arkya was feeling very tired, he became unconscious
When he woke up, he saw a huge tree like figure standing in front of him and said, "Never use this kind of cosmic power again, it can destroy earth itself, if you do I am going to be standing in your way"
Arkya saw himself in his normal state and asked about his identity
He said, "I am the God of green, I am known as Swamp Thing in the mythology, you attracted my attention as I normally don't concern myself with meta alien superhuman like yourself but you turned out to be quite different than that, you are a demi God, you have Sun God Rao's blood flowing in your vains, I believe you are last sole survival of that bloodline, you activated it's power when you were in Konark's temple, it was where Rao was resting for so many years, you will never use this power again, you could destroy universe with these powers" in saying this Swamp Thing disappeared
As Superman became more and more popular as he not only saved the earth from alien attack but also helped build the cities again and repaired all the damage
Jonardon and Mitali, both said to Arkya, "What are you going to do now, Arkya? Everyone saw your face now, it will be hard for you live now among us"
Arkya smiled and said, "Don't worry, I discovered another power of mine in which I can shape shift my appearance just enough to look completely different from my normal Superman avatar, I will remain in this look as Arkya Sen and when I have to be Superman, I will shape shift myself to my original look, by the way, I am applying for a new intern job in Kolkata in ABP newspaper under Lucy Jain"
Both of them said, "We are giving our blessings, Arkya, not that you needed it, stay safe, we are extremely proud of you, my son"
Arkya said to them, "Your blessings are more valuable to me than Sun God's bloodline, so keep giving me those, I will always be needing those" in saying this he flew away towards big metropolitan City Kolkata.
The End
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"A LOOK AT LIFE-54 BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY LOYALTY loyalty to what and whom? to an individual who does not understand its meaning to a relationship that stands on permanent interests and hypocrisy to an idea that misguides and takes one to the brink of a calamity or to something else? when loyalty makes one blind to the reality when based on negative reasons and unscientific reasoning, how hazardous it is, instead of fulfilling, it kills the man within in roles and relationships man lives remaining true and doing justice to one's roles, individuals, relationships and values in thoughts, words and deeds is what define loyalty it is never a blind commitment to naked self-interests, dogmas, superstitions and the forces and beliefs, attitudes and endeavours that is against truth and justice man and humanity responding to the larger society its needs and values, collective conscience and betterment of humanity is what mean loyalty to remain loyal to others you are to be loyal to yourself to the man within, to your inner voice the values you inculcated the more you are loyal to yourself the more you are loyal to the rest to truth, love, peace and brotherhood when you are true and loyal to your conscience, you make others loyal and become a better man people and ideologies will come and go, relationships are cultivated, institutions grow and decline, but one's loyalty is beyond these, always to the betterment of humanity loyalty to an individual, to an institution, towards an ideology, man and his whims and caprices irrespective of the goals they strive, means they adopt, which your inner you never accept is but disloyalty to man and the society let your loyalty be full and complete to your love and relationships, ideas and idols and anything you consider true and genuine loyalty lies in listening to the voice of humanity, in a commitment to ideas, endeavours and relationships that is an integral part of man and his development, always in tune with decency and morality, law of the land and betterment of society ©smrutiranjan22.9.2018"

A LOOK AT LIFE-54
BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

                LOYALTY

loyalty to what and whom?
to an individual
who does not understand  its meaning
to a relationship 
that stands on permanent interests and hypocrisy 
to an idea 
that misguides and takes one to the brink of a calamity 
or to something else?

when loyalty makes one blind to the reality 
when based on negative reasons and unscientific reasoning,  how hazardous it is, instead of fulfilling, it kills the man within 

in  roles and relationships man lives 
remaining true and doing justice to one's roles, individuals, relationships and values in thoughts, words and deeds
is what define loyalty

it is never a blind commitment to naked self-interests, dogmas, superstitions and the forces and beliefs, attitudes and endeavours that is against truth and justice
man and humanity

responding to the larger society
its needs and values, collective  conscience and betterment of humanity 
is what mean loyalty 
to remain loyal to others
you are to be loyal to yourself
to the man within, to your inner voice 
the values you inculcated
the more you are loyal to yourself 
the more you are loyal to the rest
to truth, love, peace and brotherhood 
when you are true and loyal to your conscience, you make others loyal and become a better man

people and ideologies will come and go, relationships are cultivated, institutions  grow and decline, but one's loyalty is beyond these, always to the betterment of humanity

loyalty to an individual, to an institution, towards an ideology, man and his whims and caprices irrespective of the goals they strive, means they adopt, which your inner you never accept is but disloyalty to man and the society 
let your loyalty be full and complete 
to your love and relationships, ideas and idols  and anything you consider true and genuine 

loyalty lies in listening to the voice of humanity,  in a commitment to ideas, endeavours and relationships that is an integral part of man and his development,
always in tune with decency and morality, law of the land and betterment of society

©smrutiranjan22.9.2018

#a LOOK AT LIFE-54
BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

LOYALTY

loyalty to what and whom?
to an individual
who does not understand its meaning
to a relationship
that stands on permanent interests and hypocrisy
to an idea
that misguides and takes one to the brink of a calamity
or to something else?

when loyalty makes one blind to the reality
when based on negative reasons and unscientific reasoning, how hazardous it is, instead of fulfilling, it kills the man within

in roles and relationships man lives
remaining true and doing justice to one's roles, individuals, relationships and values in thoughts, words and deeds
is what define loyalty

it is never a blind commitment to naked self-interests, dogmas, superstitions and the forces and beliefs, attitudes and endeavours that is against truth and justice
man and humanity

responding to the larger society
its needs and values, collective conscience and betterment of humanity
is what mean loyalty
to remain loyal to others
you are to be loyal to yourself
to the man within, to your inner voice
the values you inculcated
the more you are loyal to yourself
the more you are loyal to the rest
to truth, love, peace and brotherhood
when you are true and loyal to your conscience, you make others loyal and become a better man

people and ideologies will come and go, relationships are cultivated, institutions grow and decline, but one's loyalty is beyond these, always to the betterment of humanity

loyalty to an individual, to an institution, towards an ideology, man and his whims and caprices irrespective of the goals they strive, means they adopt, which your inner you never accept is but disloyalty to man and the society
let your loyalty be full and complete
to your love and relationships, ideas and idols and anything you consider true and genuine

loyalty lies in listening to the voice of humanity, in a commitment to ideas, endeavours and relationships that is an integral part of man and his development,
always in tune with decency and morality, law of the land and betterment of society

©smrutiranjan22.9.2018

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"As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones. A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me. A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea. Enjoy. Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud *~*~* Part I *~*~* Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother. "Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips. Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?" Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you." "And what kinds of things might they be?" "You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?" "Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A." Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo." Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that? Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo. The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen. "You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child." "I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..." "I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen." "Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone." Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment. "It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special." "How so?" "You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo." Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis." "Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled. It was her very first bawoo. Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms. As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie. People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty. Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!" Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs. Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely. She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving. From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy. At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly. Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off. Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her. Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders. For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done. But they weren't done. Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly. "C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed." Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that. Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes. It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot. Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run. Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did. Bawoo. She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer. *~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~* Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin. They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense. Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes." "Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm." Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it. "Cat?" Richard finally guessed. Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say." Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'." Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again. Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast. The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy. "Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress. "Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head. "I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means." "Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed. Stupid "imu" puzzle. Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh." Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder. Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin. Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?" She had a point. Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point. Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach. By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee. Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats. Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip. Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half. Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit. He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee. "How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort. "Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them. This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly. "S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach." "That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now." They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company. Lizzie... and her fiancée. Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out. "I'm getting married." "Wah - huh?" His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married." "Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?" "Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip." "Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..." "You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach." "Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality." "C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge." It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?" "I haven't told her yet." "You called me before Mom?" "Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first." Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it. Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend. "C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?" He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice. Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first." But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast. Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better. They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late."

As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones.

A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me.

A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea.

Enjoy.

Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud

*~*~* Part I *~*~*

Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother.

"Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips.

Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?"

Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you."

"And what kinds of things might they be?"

"You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?"

"Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A."

Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo."

Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that?

Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo.

The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen.

"You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child."

"I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..."

"I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen."

"Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone."

Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment.

"It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special."

"How so?"

"You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo."

Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis."

"Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled.

It was her very first bawoo.

Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms.

As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie.

People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty.

Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!"

Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs.

Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely.

She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving.

From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy.

At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly.

Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off.

Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her.

Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders.

For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done.

But they weren't done.

Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly.

"C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed."

Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that.

Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes.

It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot.

Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run.

Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did.

Bawoo.

She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer.

*~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~*

Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin.

They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense.

Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes."

"Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm."

Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it.

"Cat?" Richard finally guessed.

Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say."

Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'."

Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again.

Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast.

The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy.

"Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress.

"Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head.

"I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means."

"Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed.

Stupid "imu" puzzle.

Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh."

Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder.

Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin.

Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?"

She had a point.

Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point.

Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach.

By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee.

Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats.

Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip.

Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half.

Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit.

He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee.

"How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort.

"Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them.

This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly.

"S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach."

"That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now."

They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company.

Lizzie... and her fiancée.

Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out.

"I'm getting married."

"Wah - huh?"

His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married."

"Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?"

"Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip."

"Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..."

"You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach."

"Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality."

"C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge."

It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?"

"I haven't told her yet."

"You called me before Mom?"

"Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first."

Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it.

Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend.

"C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?"

He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice.

Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first."

But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast.

Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better.

They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late.

 

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"Here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53' by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and Internationally acclaimed lierary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your wonderful words of appreciation Dear Smruti Ranjaniji Your poem titled"Something I Look at-53" extols rightly the glory and essence of book reading and its benefits to the yonder sky.Books are to be the constant companions of human beings,they can lead human beings into the world of imagination and aesthetic sensibility.When books are given primary importance in the life of human beings,things become more consolidated and firmed up for us,so that we can confront the daily realities of life with enthusiasm,excitement,pleasure and deeper comprehension.An association with books from childhood days can fill us with wonders and manifold positive possibilities.The books can furnish us with so many advantages such as the infusion of a creative mindset,a humane bent of mind,a lovely discerning attitude towards life in general,a compassionate stance towards fellow human beings,a sensitive mentality,a deep-rooted knowledge regarding various issues concerning the society,the acquisition of well-entrenched wisdom,the farsighted inclination towards various matters,the quest to follow the cherished principles of life,the intention to lead an upright life and an orientation towards a life of righteousness.Before all these present electronic gadgets came into the picture,the books had acted as avenues of real knowledge systems of the world.The books also bestow upon us positive vibes,disciplined life and egalitarian vision of life.Today we have everything but the human relationships have taken a beating like never before,the gap between our words and deeds has increased phenomenally,the physical boundaries are reduced but the mental barriers have grown in a substantial fashion.Our value system has taken a battering and we reside in a society which gives less importance to the moralities and ethical principles of life because we don't have comprehensive and holistic accommodative attitude towards the needs of our fellow human beings,still in today's world the books can usher in a world of creative,aesthetic,artistic,imaginative and blissful nature to all of us.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 7th September 2017. SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Books, my love! my most tangible friend! you are with me since childhood never betrayed me once even stood by me in moments of joy and despair, agony and apathy consoling and guiding me to my ultimate destination with mirth and glee Non like you non can be whenever I am in a fix I look at you you have answers to all my vexed questions, a panacea to all my ills you carry truth and wisdom from generation to generation and guide civilisations to its perfection you have in you the beauty and fragrance of the past the knowledge of mankind, a road map for the present, a vision of the futre and everything one needs to go ahead on the path of life with ease and dignity When there was no internet, no telivsion no means of communication and radio was a luxury of the few you were there providing me with all the knowledge, wisdom and expertise and instilled the urge in me to live life to the full with a purpose, love and passion You nourished me all along taught me the spirit of tolerance and compromise, the value of being good to oneself and others and made me what I am a disciplined man with lots of love admiration and respect for others I never fumbled on the way in the manner I was socialised the values I inculcated paved me the way Today we have all the modern means of communication and the whole world at the door step but how incomplete and fragile our socialisation seems to be the way we were groomed in yester years with classics like Ramayan and Mahabharat are far different from the grooming of today's kids with telivision and internet which is clearly evident from their attitude towards life, themselves and others in the midst of electronic gadgets the human touch of the books sadly missing and sadly missing is the simplicity of man, his love concern and respect for others The charm of you knows he who reads you with love and passion I will never let you die my friend! you are stil in the heart of my heart soul of my soul and will be there till I breathe my last copyright@smrutiranjan 2.9.2017"

Here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53' by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and Internationally acclaimed lierary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your wonderful words of appreciation

Dear Smruti Ranjaniji

Your poem titled"Something I Look at-53" extols rightly the glory and essence of book reading and its benefits to the yonder sky.Books are to be the constant companions of human beings,they can lead human beings into the world of imagination and aesthetic sensibility.When books are given primary importance in the life of human beings,things become more consolidated and firmed up for us,so that we can confront the daily realities of life with enthusiasm,excitement,pleasure and deeper comprehension.An association with books from childhood days can fill us with wonders and manifold positive possibilities.The books can furnish us with so many advantages such as the infusion of a creative mindset,a humane bent of mind,a lovely discerning attitude towards life in general,a compassionate stance towards fellow human beings,a sensitive mentality,a deep-rooted knowledge regarding various issues concerning the society,the acquisition of well-entrenched wisdom,the farsighted inclination towards various matters,the quest to follow the cherished principles of life,the intention to lead an upright life and an orientation towards a life of righteousness.Before all these present electronic gadgets came into the picture,the books had acted as avenues of real knowledge systems of the world.The books also bestow upon us positive vibes,disciplined life and egalitarian vision of life.Today we have everything but the human relationships have taken a beating like never before,the gap between our words and deeds has increased phenomenally,the physical boundaries are reduced but 
the mental barriers have grown in a substantial fashion.Our value system has taken a battering and we reside in a society which gives less importance to the moralities and ethical principles of life because we don't have  comprehensive and holistic accommodative attitude towards the needs of our fellow human beings,still in today's world the books can usher in a world of creative,aesthetic,artistic,imaginative and blissful nature to all of us.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature.

Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 7th September 2017.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

Books, my love!
my most tangible friend!
you are with me since childhood
never betrayed me once even
stood by me in moments of
joy and despair, agony and apathy
consoling and guiding me to my
ultimate destination with mirth and glee

Non like you
non can be
whenever I am in a fix
I look at you
you have answers to all my 
vexed questions, a panacea to all my ills
you carry truth and wisdom from generation to generation
and guide civilisations to its perfection
you have in you the beauty and fragrance
of the past
the knowledge of mankind, a road map for the present, a vision of the futre
and everything one needs to go ahead
on the path of life
with ease and dignity

When there was no internet, no telivsion
no means of communication and radio 
was a luxury of the few
you were there  providing me with all the knowledge, wisdom and expertise
and instilled the urge in me
to live life to the full with a purpose, love and passion

You nourished me all along
taught me the spirit of tolerance and 
compromise, the value of being good
to oneself and others
and made me what I am
a disciplined man with lots of love
admiration and respect for others
I never fumbled on the way
in the manner I was socialised
the values I inculcated
paved me the way

Today we have all the modern means
of communication and the whole world
at the door step 
but how incomplete and fragile
our socialisation seems to be
the way we were groomed in yester years
with classics like Ramayan and Mahabharat are far different from the
grooming of today's kids with telivision and internet
which is clearly evident from their attitude
towards life, themselves and others
in the midst of electronic gadgets
the human touch of the books
sadly missing and sadly missing is
the simplicity of man, his love 
concern and respect for others

The charm of you knows he
who reads you with love and passion
I will never let you die
my friend! 
you are stil in the heart of my heart
soul of my soul and will be there
till I breathe my last

copyright@smrutiranjan 2.9.2017

#here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53' by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and Internationally acclaimed lierary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your wonderful words of appreciation

Dear Smruti Ranjaniji

Your poem titled"Something I Look at-53" extols rightly the glory and essence of book reading and its benefits to the yonder sky.Books are to be the constant companions of human beings,they can lead human beings into the world of imagination and aesthetic sensibility.When books are given primary importance in the life of human beings,things become more consolidated and firmed up for us,so that we can confront the daily realities of life with enthusiasm,excitement,pleasure and deeper comprehension.An association with books from childhood days can fill us with wonders and manifold positive possibilities.The books can furnish us with so many advantages such as the infusion of a creative mindset,a humane bent of mind,a lovely discerning attitude towards life in general,a compassionate stance towards fellow human beings,a sensitive mentality,a deep-rooted knowledge regarding various issues concerning the society,the acquisition of well-entrenched wisdom,the farsighted inclination towards various matters,the quest to follow the cherished principles of life,the intention to lead an upright life and an orientation towards a life of righteousness.Before all these present electronic gadgets came into the picture,the books had acted as avenues of real knowledge systems of the world.The books also bestow upon us positive vibes,disciplined life and egalitarian vision of life.Today we have everything but the human relationships have taken a beating like never before,the gap between our words and deeds has increased phenomenally,the physical boundaries are reduced but
the mental barriers have grown in a substantial fashion.Our value system has taken a battering and we reside in a society which gives less importance to the moralities and ethical principles of life because we don't have comprehensive and holistic accommodative attitude towards the needs of our fellow human beings,still in today's world the books can usher in a world of creative,aesthetic,artistic,imaginative and blissful nature to all of us.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature.

Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 7th September 2017.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

Books, my love!
my most tangible friend!
you are with me since childhood
never betrayed me once even
stood by me in moments of
joy and despair, agony and apathy
consoling and guiding me to my
ultimate destination with mirth and glee

Non like you
non can be
whenever I am in a fix
I look at you
you have answers to all my
vexed questions, a panacea to all my ills
you carry truth and wisdom from generation to generation
and guide civilisations to its perfection
you have in you the beauty and fragrance
of the past
the knowledge of mankind, a road map for the present, a vision of the futre
and everything one needs to go ahead
on the path of life
with ease and dignity

When there was no internet, no telivsion
no means of communication and radio
was a luxury of the few
you were there providing me with all the knowledge, wisdom and expertise
and instilled the urge in me
to live life to the full with a purpose, love and passion

You nourished me all along
taught me the spirit of tolerance and
compromise, the value of being good
to oneself and others
and made me what I am
a disciplined man with lots of love
admiration and respect for others
I never fumbled on the way
in the manner I was socialised
the values I inculcated
paved me the way

Today we have all the modern means
of communication and the whole world
at the door step
but how incomplete and fragile
our socialisation seems to be
the way we were groomed in yester years
with classics like Ramayan and Mahabharat are far different from the
grooming of today's kids with telivision and internet
which is clearly evident from their attitude
towards life, themselves and others
in the midst of electronic gadgets
the human touch of the books
sadly missing and sadly missing is
the simplicity of man, his love
concern and respect for others

The charm of you knows he
who reads you with love and passion
I will never let you die
my friend!
you are still in the heart of my heart
soul of my soul and will be there
till I breathe my last

copyright@smrutiranjan 2.9.2017

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An Easy Spiritual Discipline
!! Shri Hari !!
While giving lectures to the children of the demons, Prahladji says – what effort is required in realizing Paramatma (God, Supreme Being) ? - “koti prayaasosurbaalakaah?” (Srimad Bhagwat 7/7/38)


There is one point that one must remember regarding sense objects that, things of this world are not present in all places and at all times. For attaining these, one has to make significant effort. However God is present at all places, at all times, in all beings, and in all situations. There is not a place, time, individual, thing where he is not present. For his attainment all that is needed is intense longing. Just like we have a particular object in our possession, then it is on looking at it that we are able to see it! But to see God, it is not essential to even look in a particular direction, because Paramatma is outside, inside (within-without) and everywhere. Therefore, one can attain Him simply by longing to attain Him!
In realizing God, no effort is required. In this, the only requirement is a deep thirst, a want. And even this want is not difficult. In reality, this need is present in all human beings, naturally and on its own; because man feels something lacking within him, but the mistake he makes is that he wishes to fulfill the deficiency with the aid of the world. All things in this world cannot be acquired by all, they never have and they never will be and even if they are acquired, then too they will not remain with you. Even if the things remain, then, you will not remain. There will definitely be separation from it. Before too there was separation and later on too there will be separation. In between the union is only perceived, it is not there as such. Then too we consider our relationship with those things and desire them, this is a very big mistake.


You have considered yourself to be one with the body, this body is me and this body is mine, this is the main mistake! You are not the body! If you were the body, then you would not die at all and if you died, then you would take the body with you. After dying the body (dead) remains right here, and in that body too we are present. But neither the body goes with us, nor the body stays with us. Therefore accepting that you are the body is a mistake and to consider the body as ours is also a mistake. We cannot keep the body, the way we wish to keep it. We have no control over it, then how is it ours? If the body is not ours, then this money, wealth, glories, family etc. how are they ours? Therefore, what is the difficulty in accepting that this world is not ours? Only God is ours. It has become difficult to regard the thing that is in fact ours – God, as our very own, because we regard the world as ours.


The scriptures say that Paramatma (God) is our very own and the world in not our own - your experience tells you this. At this time though you may not believe this, you are unable to accept this; however do not lose your self-assurance. Do not think that we are unable to accept this at this time. Though it is not believed at this time, but in fact, “I am this body” this is not so. Stay firm with this point. Whether you believe or not, whether you experience it or not, do not worry about it; but do not make this point worthless.


This body is not me, and it is not mine – this point is true, and I am God’s and God is mine, this point is also true. Even on being true, it is not accepted, then this is our weakness. How can our non acceptance make the truth become false?


Questioner - How do we end up making this false?


Swamiji - Whatever we see through our senses, intellect, we consider it to be real and our own; by this the point becomes false. Due to this, even if we are unable to give up sense of mine-ness with those things, then so be it; but “body and world are not mine” this is the truth – that much you must honor. If you don’t see God, then so be it, but God is ours and we are God’s, this point is true. Even if Brahmaji says that “See you are of the world and the world is yours, you are not God’s and God is not yours,” then too clearly say that “Maharaj! We will not listen to your point” So be it, even if we have not experienced this so far, even if it is not entirely sunk in; but this is the truth! God Himself has said - “Mamaivaansho jeevaloke” (Gita 15/7) “this being is a part of Me alone” Saints and great souls have also said so - “ishvar ans jeev avinaashi” (Manas, Uttar. 117/2) Therefore I join my hands and pray to you, have mercy on me and accept this point today. Even if there is no change in you upon acceptance, there is hunger and thirst just like before, there is likes and dislikes just like before, but please do not make these talks false. We are only God’s - accept this, thereafter whether you experience or not , whether you are awakened within or not, do not worry about this. In the end, this point will become firm; because this is the truth.


It is the absolute truth that “Only God is mine, there is no else” (mere to Giridhar Gopal, doosero na koyi.) What is the difficulty in accepting this? You certainly know how to accept. Just as you accept someone as your friend, your Guru etc., similarly you also know about not accepting, just as initially you accepted yourself as a bachelor, but on getting married, you no longer saw yourself as a bachelor, but you begin to accept yourself as a married man. If you leave the household life and become a “sadhu”, then you stop considering the house, the family as your own, and you begin to regard the Guru Maharaj as your very own. Therefore you already know both – about acceptance and non-acceptance. Everyone has knowledge of acceptance and non-acceptance. Now apply this knowledge by engaging only in God, and not in the world.


The mistake we make is that while listening we accept, but then we trivialize it. Whereas that which is not true, we begin to accept it as true. One more mistake we make is that brothers-sisters say that we forget this point. Really speaking if you have firmly accepted this, then even if it is not remembered then so be it. Without remembering, you accept that you are at present in Vrindavan. Has any brother-sister completed even one “mala” repeating that “ I am in Vrindavan”? Just one time you accepted that you are currently in Vrindavan, then do you have to try to remember time and again? Is there any doubt about? When someone asks, you immediately say that you are in Vrindavan. Similarly, without remembering too, the point remains within. When you start to believe that you are in Haridwar, then this will be considered a mistake. Therefore I do not regard the not remembering as a mistake. “I am God’s” - if this is not remembered then it is not a mistake; but the mistake is when one accepts that “I am not God’s and I belong to the world.”


After accepting one time with a true heart that you belong to God, then if you don’t remember at all, so be it. Now what is to be remembered is God’s name. Repeat His divine Name (japa), remember Him, Sing His glories, meditate on His divine play, meditate on His form - these are to be done. After accepting God as your very own, let it be. But do not doubt that you are God’s. Whether you a believe or not, whether you experience or not, do not be concerned.


Many people say that what difference has this made to your life? Even if there are no changes, that is, no change in measurement, no change in weight, no change in color, no change in mannerism, no change whatsoever, then too it is OK! However “I cannot accept, I cannot remember, I am not capable, I don’t have the rights, I am not the proper recipient, I did not meet a Guru, I did not meet any saint, the times are not good, it is the age of Kali yug; the environment is not proper; associations are not good” - by talking about these, do not make trash this point. By applying various tactics, if you continue to make this point trashy, then you will not attain perfection. However, if you do not scrap this point, then surely you will attain complete knowledge. This attainment can be in a few days, months, or it can take years. If you continue to indulge in worldly pleasures, then it will take very long, but in the end you will attain that complete knowledge.


Those who work in the fields, they sow the seed in the fields and feel at ease. That seed gives birth to a sapling on its own. If time and again one takes out the seed to look at it, then the seed will never germinate. There is a story. There was a mango grove. The monkeys were eating mangoes from there so the gardener threw stones at the monkey and scared them off. While going each of the monkeys took one mango in their mouth and one in each of the hands and began to run. The monkeys had a meeting that this evil gardener is not letting us eat the mangoes! Some wise monkeys said that how can they let us eat mangoes from their own groves? If we also have a mango grove, then no one will refuse us from eating mangoes from there. They thought that we have the mango seeds, why don’t we grow these. All we have to do is sow the seed, water it then the grove will be ready, and we will eat plenty of mangoes! On consensus from all those that were present, they decided to proceed. They sowed the mango seed on the bank of a river nearby. Now, time and again they removed the seed to look to see whether the mango had started growing or not, and then they would re-plant it! Till dusk, they kept removing the seed and replanting it! Can a mango grow like this? If you want to farm, then sow the seed, water it, and become free of all worries. That which is not there right now, it will most certainly germinate and appear as sapling; then that which is the truth, why will it not materialize? We are God’s and God is ours – this is the truth and it is spontaneously realized. What is the effort required in accepting this? What force is needed? Do you need some knowledge? Do you need some abilities? The simple straight-forward point is that we are God’s and God is ours; we do not belong to the world, and the world is not ours. Now, do not root is out, like the kernel. In other words, do not test it that are there any changes in us or not? When the seed germinates, the plant will also grow, later on the mangoes will also grow and it will all be great! However have mercy and do not overlook this point. This is a very easy means of God Realization and there is nothing else to be done. Simply, “I am God’s and God is mine.” Do not waiver from this firm determination.


This brother sitting here, first regarded himself as a bachelor, but now he is married therefore he now says that he is not a bachelor. Now if someone asks, are you married? Then will he say, wait a minute, let me think; this year I did not get married, the year before also I did not get married, but twenty years ago I got married, Yes-Yes, now I remember, I am married! Why do you not say so? Because once married, it is done. This is acceptance. Even if someone asks in deep sleep, then too you will say that you are married. Similarly, “ I am God’s and God is mine” this will be remembered without attempting to remember. There will be no mistake in this. A mistake is when you will think that I am not God’s, and God is not mine; because my conduct is not proper, my behavior is not good, Do not raise such obstacles. Even if there is no faith, no trust , no remembrance of God, no changes for the better, life has not improved spiritually, even if nothing whatsoever has happened, then too do not scrap this acceptance (maanyataa), that I am God’s and God is mine.


I have even asked those great men in my eyes and they said, that those men that accept God as their very own, the responsibility of making Himself known to them is borne by God. The reason is only God can make Himself known, we cannot know Him. Where we are incapable, there God’s capabilities come to use. This is such a great point that “ I am God’s and God is mine, I am not the world’s and the world is not mine.” You have the capability of accepting this! Whatever abilities you have, that much you apply. That which you do not have, God will fulfill those. “Sune ri meinne nirbal ke bal Ram.” In those things that you are powerless, there, God’s powers comes to use. However, in those things where you are able to apply your powers, if you do not apply that strength then in this the fault is yours, the responsibility for this is not on God. You accept a few people as your own and others you do not accept as your own - why do you not apply this ability towards God? Whatever you are capable of doing, that is the extent of the hope that God has from you. That which you cannot do, God does not expect that out of you. What do you hope from a little child, do you expect that he carries a heavy bag of wheat flour and bring it home? You only expect as much as he can do. Then does God lack even that much honesty? Will God tell you to do the things that you cannot accept? That which you can accept, you must accept that! That is it! This spiritual discipline that I have shared with you today, is so easy, and so straight-forward and all can do it. Whether someone is a learned and educated person, or uneducated, whether it is a brother or a sister. Whether you have good conduct or bad, whether you have good qualities or bad qualities, whether you are a gentleman or a evil man, however you are, all can simply accept this.


It has been said for a chaste (pativrata) wife -


Ekayi dharma ek barat nemaa |
Kaayam bachan mana pati pad prema ||
(Manas, Aranya. 5/10)


This is my husband, on having a firm acceptance of this, however may be the husband, she will become a chaste wife. Was Ravan a great and extra-ordinary man? However, Mandodari being a chaste wife, followed her “Dharma” properly, whereby she was able to get to know the greatness of Lord Ram, whereas Ravan, even on being told, did not listen! Where did Mandodari gain so much knowledge? This knowledge came from “pativrata dharma”. Can God say that your husband is not of good conduct’ therefore you will not attain salvation? No, He cannot say so. If his conduct is not proper then what are we to do? We have abided in our “pativrata dharma” properly, then God will give it’s full glories - “Binu shram naari param gati lahayi” (Manas, Aranya. 5/18). The responsibility to attain that eternal and highest state, is not on her. That responsibility lies on the scriptures, the saints and on God. She fulfill her “pativrata-dharma” then she is abiding and fulfilling the commands of the Rishis-Munis, Saints-great souls, and God; therefore they will have to give her salvation. If the husband is not capable, then how is it his fault? Mother and father got her married so he became her husband. Her fault will be when she does not follow her “pativrata-dharma”. Similarly “I am God’s and God is mine” - this point, if you do not accept then it is your fault. But if you want to accept from within and you are unable to do so, then don’t be concerned. Apply your complete strength. At the very minimum, do not accept the opposite, do not trash this point. This is an extra-ordinary point that has been shared with you.


I am God’s and God is mine” - only accept this much, then further along what should happen will happen on its own. After accepting this, become free of any uncertainties and ambiguities. Now whatever effort is needed, you do. Do divine name repetition, chant the Lord’s divine name (kirtan), do satsang, engage in spiritual studies, go to the temple, behold the Lord. Do not do any actions that are opposed to God and the scriptures. To the extent that is within your control, as much as you can do, that much you should do. Do not waiver on this point, whether unfavorable times come or favorable; whether someone approves of you or opposes you. This is the truth; thus we have accepted it ! Accepted it once and for all.


Now a question can arise that if we do so, but thereafter do not attain God, then what? The answer to this is that till now, in so many years, what great work have you done, which will be short-changed? If it happens it will be gains only. From all of you present here, any of you tell me, what will be the loss? There will be no loss, and I do not deceive! There will be only gains; because this is the truth, and the truth will ultimately be realized as the truth. How long will a false thing last? By regarding this body and this world as our own, will it become ours? They have never been ours and will never be ours; however, if you regard them as yours, you will have to suffer and you will have to cry! Instead of being deceived by it, and later on accepting it as true, it is better to accept on my saying. Tell me what deception will it lead to? And if you are deceived, then you have been deceived so many times so far, therefore one more time be deceived by my saying! However if amongst you all, if any of you see this as a deception, then tell me brothers! There is no deception oin this whatsoever. Besides gains, there is not the least bit of any losses. Not only do I say this, but God Himself has said this - “mamaivaansho jeevaloke” (Gita 15/7) and Saints and great personalities have said so – “Ishvar ansh jeeva abinaashi” (Manas, Uttar 117/2). Therefore accept, grab hold of this point with a firm conviction. This is the principle that has been agreed upon by saints. Saints and Great Souls have done so and seen for themselves and they have showered us with their grace by writing this down, and to reveal it. Just as some father, earns a lot of wealth, and gives it to his son, then what effort did the son have to go through ? Similarly, this is the wealth earned by the Saints and Great Souls, which they are giving to us. Now it is our duty to protect it, not to waste it. It becomes worthless upon looking at it and doing. You regard as real, those things that are seen with your senses and intellect and the things that are done, but you consider the words of saints and great souls as imperfect. This is a mistake. That which is seen is not there. Actions are not permanent and their fruits are also not permanent. Thus depending on them, by dishonoring the Truth, do not choke the Truth. Do not cause violence to the Truth. By violating the Truth, the Truth is not harmed, rather we are harmed, we only take a fall. Truth will always remain the Truth. Truth will never be wiped out - “Naabhaavo vidhyate satah” (Gita 2/16). If you do not abide in it, you will not benefit. Therefore, accept the point that - “I am God’s and God is mine”. This point is a very easy, but of a very high stature. It encompasses everything.


Narayana! Narayana !! Narayana !!!


From "Bhagwaan se Apnaapan " in Hindi by Swami Ramsukhdasji

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Let's hear a story then :D
It will be in DC universe. I will name this story- Superman: The Rise Of Indian Sun God
Okay, this is Earth 21 where Superman doesn't exist, atleast not yet :D
Let me start from the beginning. God wave is a cosmic force that came out of source wall to create new Gods and in the process creating other worldly God like Sun God Rao who later created earth and so many others planets in the universe and also was responsible for creating many Superheroes (meta humans) through out universe including earth.
Krypton was one of those Planet. Kryptonians at the beginning of their civilization were aware of Rao's presence but with times they forgot as Rao was disappeared from krypton. Noone knew Rao's presence or where would he be disappeared? As the time progress, Krypton became technologically superior planet in the universe. They soon thought Rao as another mythological superstition.
CC Batson and Marlyn Batson(incase you don't know they are parents of yet to born Shazam aka Captain Marvel aka Billy Batson) were world famous archeologist from America.
They came to India to research on old Konark's Temple in Orissa
They found a lot of wall drawings were similar to Australian aboriginal people's cave drawings about Sun God.
It was this mystery that got them hooked into this.
They were using some kind of radiation meter on the temple's wall. They were facinated to find out that it was giving same kind of radiation signal as it did in that Australian cave. But the difference was that in this case radiation levels were higher as if to say some kind of power source was inside the temple or under it.
Suddenly, an Indian police came running angrily and took their equipment from their hand and threw it away shouting, "Not permitted, not permitted"
CC said to him, "You aren't understanding, there's some of kind of power source under this temple....."
Indian Police said again, "Not permitted, go to the authority"
That equipment had electro magnetic system inside and as it clashed with temple's wall, it burst with strong electromagnetic waves of current.
It shook the ground.
The whole temple was shaking.
Suddenly, a bright light flew away towards sky by shaking everything.
It almost crashed into the sky and opened a portal or warm whole to a completely different part of universe, it came to planet Krypton and destroyed it's core and went inside the baby son of Jor El, the chief of science in krypton.
Jor El was shocked by this whole incident but was even more shocked looking the fact that Kal El was completely alright.
Suddenly, alarm bells were ringing.
Jor El found out that krypton was about to be destroyed.
Suddenly, he found out about the opened portal to another part of universe and also a blue planet, he sent an android robot to find out more.
In the meantime, everyone in krypton was looking for an way out but almost all the mother ship was destroyed.
One ship was remained which was owned by Jor El.
After getting all the necessary information about this blue planet called Earth, Jor El was preparing for departure with his wife and baby son but caught by other kryptonians.
But that mothership was limited, it couldn't take all the kryptonians so there was a huge battle between them, realising the eventual destruction of this mothership, Jor El send Kal El by small spaceship to earth as he knew Kal El would be able to survive in earth atmosphere infact he will be superior to local earth people because of their yellow solar system.
In earth-
There was a small-town named Satyavila outside the metropolitan city Kolkata.
A couple (Jonardon Sen and Mitali Sen) was doing a picnic in jungle area outside locality as it was romantic. They were childless so they were very romantic to each other to fill the gap in their relationship.
Suddenly, they saw a bright light came from the sky and crashed into the jungle destroying a number of threes in the jungle.
Both of them went there to see what was going on and they saw a boy child was smiling towards them holding a huge tree easily overhead!!!!
They said to each other, "Oh! My God, that's not human!!!"
But looking at the innocent smile on that boy's face they decided to bring him their home while hiding his little spaceship in a nearby cave in that jungle.
They decided to bring him up as their own.
He was named Arkya Sen. Arkya realised when he was growing up that he wasn't like other teenagers. He had abnormal strength, speed, durability and so many other ability.
But Arkya never wanted to have any powers, infact he used to be scared so that no-one could find out that he was freak
So he put in that extra bit of effort not to look anything but a human and simultaneously avoided using any of his powers and he got used to that and almost pretend to forget that he had this unnatural abilities.
Arkya just wanted a normal life.
He used to go to school and had fun with his friends, played Cricket with his friends and liked a girl who just moved in next door with her family.
She was two years older than Arkya and adult 18 years old. And she already had a boyfriend. Her name was Sana Ang, a North East Indian.
Pritam Roy was the best friend of Arkya and both of them used to spend a lot of time together. Pritam didn't know about his best friend's secret though as Jonardon asked Arkya not to disclose his identity to anyone expecting public panic.
One day-
Pritam said to Arkya, ", Come on man, you are aiming for too high, she is way out of your league plus she is senior and already has a boyfriend"
Arkya said, "I know but I can't help it man, I am thinking about her all the time"
Suddenly Mitali asked Arkya to go to Sana's house to welcome them with some sweets.
Pritam said to Arkya with a canny smile, "Ha, ha, as if you were not looking for any opportunities to go there!"
Both of them went there and knocked on the door and door opened and they saw a smiling Sana opened the door while talking on her tablet.
Arkya quickly said, "My mother is welcoming you and your family to our neighborhood and this is some sweets"
Sana just smiled at them and asked them to come in and then called her mother and went to her room.
Both Arkya and Pritam were bored talking to Sana's mom.
Later Pritam said, "She didn't even look at us, man, she was busy talking in her phone, probably with that guy she was going out, you have got no chance"
Arkya said, "I know, we are just two kids to her so no wonder she won't even look at us, okay, I will try to forget about her"
In few months later-
There was a huge storm in Satyavila.
Sana's house was damaged because of that.
Arkya said to Jonardon, "Dad, I can help them"
Jonardon said, "Okay, do whatever you can do but be very careful, remember noone should see you"
Suddenly, Sana's mom and Sana saw a blur came and before they realised what was going on, they saw themselves in Sen house.
Sana and her mom was shocked and asked to them, "What's going on?"
Both Jonardon and Mitali said to them that their house was damaged and they were unconscious because of some kind of accident related to this disaster so they brought them their home, they just woke up.
Sana and Sana's mom found this unbelievable but could not find any other explanation either so they kind of reluctantly accepted this
Arkya was smiling.
This was the first time, Sana actually noticed Arkya.
She said, "Hi! You are so cute, Arkya is your name, isn't it?"
Arkya shook his head affirmatively
They talked for a while and had fun.
As the time was progressing Arkya was discovering his kryptonian abilities one by one, he even went to that jungle to that hidden space ship to find out more about his origin but couldn't find much unfortunately.
One day Arkya decided to experiment with his powers by going to the house roof but he instead saw Sana was crying in their house roof.
Arkya asked her what happened
Sana said that she just broke up with her boyfriend.
Even though he liked that news but instead put on sad face and decided to console her.
They were spending more time together from here on.
One day Sana asked to Arkya directly, "Do you have a crush on me?"
Arkya decided to tell her everything
Sana was shocked hearing this and she said with a nice smile, "From the first day!!! I am flattered but you are just 16 years old and I am two years older than you!! And I never saw you anything more than that, I am very sorry, Arkya, but let's be true friend first"
Arkya thought to himself, "Damn, friend-zoned!!! But hey, what else was possible!??!"
One day, when Arkya was in his space ship, he saw a signal in his space ship's interface that was coming from North pole
He used his superspeed and quickly ran towards North pole and reached there after a while.
He saw another huge mothership crashed there.
It was that Android mothership which was sent by Jor El to investigate on Earth
In there, Arkya first time learnt about his kryptonian origin and everything else that associated with it.
He found a kryptonian attire.
He realised that it was different from any earth cloth as wearing it didn't feel like it could burn out when he was running in superspeed.
He tested that theory and proved right.
A few years later-
One day the whole Sen family went to the vacation in Orissa.
Konark's temple was on their bucket list as tourist spot.
When Arkya entered the temple, he suddenly realised something different about him, as every part of his body was charged up.
He didn't stay there for too long as he asked his parents to move on from that place so they went to next tourist spot.
That incident didn't feel right with Arkya as he started to research on Konark's temple.
He realised that long before that temple was made, it was considered a holy place by the locals, a place where Sun God presided which was the belief of the local people, so when a king built this unique sun temple on that place, it quickly turned into a huge tourist spot in mordern era.
As he was trying find out more about his kryptonian origin from that Android mothership, he pressed a button falsely which opened a portal to another part of universe, it was called phantom zone, it was a prison for most notorious criminals in Krypton. A kryptonian mothership came out of that
It was the mothership of war mongering General Zod of kryptonian army who wanted all the power to himself so he was fighting a war against Kryptonian regime.
But he lost and sent in the phantom zone by Zor El with General Zod's huge army and his mothership.
They quickly realised that Krypton was completely destroyed but then he tried to find out who opened the portal of phantom zone, he quickly find out from his mothership that the signal came from another part of the universe.
Zod realised that there could be a Kryptonian connection so all hope wasn't lost, they quickly journeyed towards that source and they found out about earth.
After landing on earth, they realised that earth's atmosphere was making them Superhuman.
They quickly discovered that Android mothership in North pole but could not open as it was needed a DNA signature of Jor El and if he tired to force open the mothership, it will self destroy.
Zod didn't want that as there was a technology in that Android mothership which could terra form the whole earth into Krypton's design.
He wanted this out of pure nostalgia and superior feelings of being a Kryptonian as he hated earth and his local lesser human beings and most importantly they were finding it hard to adapt with earth's atmosphere so quickly as it was uncomfortable to them
He realised either Jor El or his off spring might be living here on earth masking as human as the android mothership was opened before.
He quickly took control of earth's communication system and announced to give him the kryptonian that was living on earth as human beings otherwise he would destroy one country after another and also announced that earth's nuclear warheads were ineffective against them as Earth had no defense against them.
Arkya realised just what was coming, he was very very scared as he never expected anything like this.
As an example, Zod ordered them to destroy Himalayan Mountains.
Realising that so many will be dead, Arkya quickly put on his kryptonian attire and evacuated everyone from nearby places and saw Himalayan Mountains were decimated by a ray from the mothership. He couldn't stop himself, he absorbed the ray by himself.
This is first time infront of everyone, the whole world, Arkya made his debut as the rest of world saw with disbelief as one guy in a blue tight absorbing some kind of otherworldly force. Every media's focus was on this incident.
Arkya jumped towards that ship and punched to the sky and it flew away by its impact towards the sky.
In the head office of ABP news media house in Kolkata, chief editor, Prithvi Das, ordered everyone to focus on this story as he asked his investigative journalist Luci Jain to investigate on this.
In the next day all the headline were saying the same thing about this "Superhuman the Superman"
General Zod realised from this defeat that he needed to be more calculative as earth's atmosphere made him a God.
He decided to find out more about this guy himself hiding himself as another human being.
He quickly realised that this guy was treated as God on Earth, he was pretending as some kind of Superhero.
Zod smiled to himself and said, "Enjoy while you can, I am quickly destroying your God play"
He quickly found out everything about Arkya and his earth found family, about Sana and everything else.
Zod realised that this guy had a lot of weakness as he attached himself too much with these earth beings.
He didn't waste time anymore and knocked on the Sen house's door and as Arkya opened the door, Zod smiled at him and said, "Are you done playing this childish Superhero bullshit? Because I don't have time for your childish whim, help me open that Android mothership and I will let you go and I could have taken you DNA signature any time I wanted but that's not my style and I have nothing to fear in this world"
Arkya was taken aback by all this and said, "You are the one who attacked earth, isn't it?"
Zod said, "So you have brains then, okay, I am going to be straight forward with you, I know everything about you, and if you don't give me what I want then I will kill everyone you hold dear"
Arkya punched towards Zod and Zod quickly avoided that and caught his punch easily and said, "Surprised!!! Initially, it took a little more time to adjust but now I am figuring it out, all of your power comes from earth atmosphere, the yellow solar system, ha, ha, now we all are Gods, you can't stop anything this time"
A huge battle was started which was loosing by Arkya as despite his superpower, he wasn't a trained soldier like General Zod.
Arkya lost this battle and said, ", I will never open that mothership, so fuck you"
General Zod said, "Ha, ha, I will take your dead body if that's what needed to be done" in saying this he was beating the shit out of Arkya.
General Zod said, "You are feeling good about yourself, isn't it? Ha, ha, let's see how tough you can be when it comes to others" in saying this he ordered one of his Soldier to bring Sana
Arkya said, "No!! Don't hurt her"
Zod said, "It's up to you"
Arkya said, "Fuck you"
Zod said, "Fuck me???!!! Fuck me???!!! Do you think I won't do it, you idiot..." in saying this he snapped the neck of Sana
Arkya was shocked out of his mind seeing his love's sorry demise
Water was coming down from his eyes, as he shouted with all of his emotions, every part of his body was angry, suddenly, he found himself flying and feeling all kinds of abilities and strength that he never knew existed.
Zod smiled and said, "So we can fly also!!? How wonderful!!! Good for us!!! Ha, ha, don't be so dramatic, just open the mothership"
Arkya attacked Zod with his full might and said, "You monster, you pushed me too far, now you will feel the consequences"
After a huge battle and a lot of destruction in which Arkya completely destroyed the kryptonian spaceship and was winning.
Zod said to his army, "This is no joke, attack him together and hold him down" as they were also adapting to earth's atmosphere and discovering about their new found abilities.
Forty something Kryptonians hold Arkya down and Zod came smiling and came close to him and said, "You idiot, you are not some kind of Superhero to us, we are all kryptonians, we are all Gods here, you thought you can take a whole kryptonian army by yourself, you dumb idiot"
Arkya was like wild animal in a cage, he looked at Zod with tremendous anger and suddenly a ray beam came out of his eyes and damaged Zod's eye.
He flew away holding Zod and came to Konark's temple thinking that when he was last time here, he was feeling weak and uncomfortable, he was hoping for similar things to Zod as well
But in reality, things didn't turn out that way
as quickly Zod's eye was regenerating.
Zod smiled and said with tremendous arrogance, "This is the best you can do, you dumbass, you are going to die today"
Arkya was feeling helpless and weak in Konark's temple but Zod was completely unaffected.
He came to Arkya and took his heart out and said, "You Stupid arrogant fool, you gave your lives for these lesser beings, you deserve to be dead"
As Zod was preparing to use the heart of Arkya to open the mothership by using its DNA signature
Suddenly, he heard a familiar tone, "I think it's time for you to get back wherever the hell you came from"
Zod looked behind and saw Arkya was standing in the air and bright lights were coming out of his body. His eyes were white.
Zod said, "More new powers, I presume, good for us then"
Arkya smiled and said, "I don't think so, monster, you will find this quite surprising" in saying this he moved so fast and snapped Zod's neck and ripped apart every part of Zod's body and looking at Arkya and the horrible demise of Zod, their general, the kryptonian army flew away towards space and Arkya was feeling very tired, he became unconscious
When he woke up, he saw a huge tree like figure standing in front of him and said, "Never use this kind of cosmic power again, it can destroy earth itself, if you do I am going to be standing in your way"
Arkya saw himself in his normal state and asked about his identity
He said, "I am the God of green, I am known as Swamp Thing in the mythology, you attracted my attention as I normally don't concern myself with meta alien superhuman like yourself but you turned out to be quite different than that, you are a demi God, you have Sun God Rao's blood flowing in your vains, I believe you are last sole survival of that bloodline, you activated it's power when you were in Konark's temple, it was where Rao was resting for so many years, you will never use this power again, you could destroy universe with these powers" in saying this Swamp Thing disappeared
As Superman became more and more popular as he not only saved the earth from alien attack but also helped build the cities again and repaired all the damage
Jonardon and Mitali, both said to Arkya, "What are you going to do now, Arkya? Everyone saw your face now, it will be hard for you live now among us"
Arkya smiled and said, "Don't worry, I discovered another power of mine in which I can shape shift my appearance just enough to look completely different from my normal Superman avatar, I will remain in this look as Arkya Sen and when I have to be Superman, I will shape shift myself to my original look, by the way, I am applying for a new intern job in Kolkata in ABP newspaper under Lucy Jain"
Both of them said, "We are giving our blessings, Arkya, not that you needed it, stay safe, we are extremely proud of you, my son"
Arkya said to them, "Your blessings are more valuable to me than Sun God's bloodline, so keep giving me those, I will always be needing those" in saying this he flew away towards big metropolitan City Kolkata.
The End
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"A LOOK AT LIFE-54 BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY LOYALTY loyalty to what and whom? to an individual who does not understand its meaning to a relationship that stands on permanent interests and hypocrisy to an idea that misguides and takes one to the brink of a calamity or to something else? when loyalty makes one blind to the reality when based on negative reasons and unscientific reasoning, how hazardous it is, instead of fulfilling, it kills the man within in roles and relationships man lives remaining true and doing justice to one's roles, individuals, relationships and values in thoughts, words and deeds is what define loyalty it is never a blind commitment to naked self-interests, dogmas, superstitions and the forces and beliefs, attitudes and endeavours that is against truth and justice man and humanity responding to the larger society its needs and values, collective conscience and betterment of humanity is what mean loyalty to remain loyal to others you are to be loyal to yourself to the man within, to your inner voice the values you inculcated the more you are loyal to yourself the more you are loyal to the rest to truth, love, peace and brotherhood when you are true and loyal to your conscience, you make others loyal and become a better man people and ideologies will come and go, relationships are cultivated, institutions grow and decline, but one's loyalty is beyond these, always to the betterment of humanity loyalty to an individual, to an institution, towards an ideology, man and his whims and caprices irrespective of the goals they strive, means they adopt, which your inner you never accept is but disloyalty to man and the society let your loyalty be full and complete to your love and relationships, ideas and idols and anything you consider true and genuine loyalty lies in listening to the voice of humanity, in a commitment to ideas, endeavours and relationships that is an integral part of man and his development, always in tune with decency and morality, law of the land and betterment of society ©smrutiranjan22.9.2018"

A LOOK AT LIFE-54
BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

                LOYALTY

loyalty to what and whom?
to an individual
who does not understand  its meaning
to a relationship 
that stands on permanent interests and hypocrisy 
to an idea 
that misguides and takes one to the brink of a calamity 
or to something else?

when loyalty makes one blind to the reality 
when based on negative reasons and unscientific reasoning,  how hazardous it is, instead of fulfilling, it kills the man within 

in  roles and relationships man lives 
remaining true and doing justice to one's roles, individuals, relationships and values in thoughts, words and deeds
is what define loyalty

it is never a blind commitment to naked self-interests, dogmas, superstitions and the forces and beliefs, attitudes and endeavours that is against truth and justice
man and humanity

responding to the larger society
its needs and values, collective  conscience and betterment of humanity 
is what mean loyalty 
to remain loyal to others
you are to be loyal to yourself
to the man within, to your inner voice 
the values you inculcated
the more you are loyal to yourself 
the more you are loyal to the rest
to truth, love, peace and brotherhood 
when you are true and loyal to your conscience, you make others loyal and become a better man

people and ideologies will come and go, relationships are cultivated, institutions  grow and decline, but one's loyalty is beyond these, always to the betterment of humanity

loyalty to an individual, to an institution, towards an ideology, man and his whims and caprices irrespective of the goals they strive, means they adopt, which your inner you never accept is but disloyalty to man and the society 
let your loyalty be full and complete 
to your love and relationships, ideas and idols  and anything you consider true and genuine 

loyalty lies in listening to the voice of humanity,  in a commitment to ideas, endeavours and relationships that is an integral part of man and his development,
always in tune with decency and morality, law of the land and betterment of society

©smrutiranjan22.9.2018

#a LOOK AT LIFE-54
BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

LOYALTY

loyalty to what and whom?
to an individual
who does not understand its meaning
to a relationship
that stands on permanent interests and hypocrisy
to an idea
that misguides and takes one to the brink of a calamity
or to something else?

when loyalty makes one blind to the reality
when based on negative reasons and unscientific reasoning, how hazardous it is, instead of fulfilling, it kills the man within

in roles and relationships man lives
remaining true and doing justice to one's roles, individuals, relationships and values in thoughts, words and deeds
is what define loyalty

it is never a blind commitment to naked self-interests, dogmas, superstitions and the forces and beliefs, attitudes and endeavours that is against truth and justice
man and humanity

responding to the larger society
its needs and values, collective conscience and betterment of humanity
is what mean loyalty
to remain loyal to others
you are to be loyal to yourself
to the man within, to your inner voice
the values you inculcated
the more you are loyal to yourself
the more you are loyal to the rest
to truth, love, peace and brotherhood
when you are true and loyal to your conscience, you make others loyal and become a better man

people and ideologies will come and go, relationships are cultivated, institutions grow and decline, but one's loyalty is beyond these, always to the betterment of humanity

loyalty to an individual, to an institution, towards an ideology, man and his whims and caprices irrespective of the goals they strive, means they adopt, which your inner you never accept is but disloyalty to man and the society
let your loyalty be full and complete
to your love and relationships, ideas and idols and anything you consider true and genuine

loyalty lies in listening to the voice of humanity, in a commitment to ideas, endeavours and relationships that is an integral part of man and his development,
always in tune with decency and morality, law of the land and betterment of society

©smrutiranjan22.9.2018

4 Love

"As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones. A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me. A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea. Enjoy. Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud *~*~* Part I *~*~* Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother. "Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips. Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?" Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you." "And what kinds of things might they be?" "You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?" "Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A." Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo." Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that? Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo. The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen. "You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child." "I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..." "I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen." "Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone." Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment. "It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special." "How so?" "You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo." Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis." "Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled. It was her very first bawoo. Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms. As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie. People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty. Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!" Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs. Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely. She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving. From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy. At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly. Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off. Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her. Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders. For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done. But they weren't done. Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly. "C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed." Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that. Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes. It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot. Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run. Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did. Bawoo. She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer. *~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~* Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin. They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense. Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes." "Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm." Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it. "Cat?" Richard finally guessed. Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say." Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'." Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again. Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast. The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy. "Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress. "Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head. "I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means." "Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed. Stupid "imu" puzzle. Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh." Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder. Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin. Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?" She had a point. Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point. Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach. By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee. Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats. Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip. Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half. Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit. He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee. "How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort. "Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them. This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly. "S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach." "That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now." They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company. Lizzie... and her fiancée. Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out. "I'm getting married." "Wah - huh?" His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married." "Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?" "Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip." "Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..." "You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach." "Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality." "C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge." It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?" "I haven't told her yet." "You called me before Mom?" "Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first." Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it. Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend. "C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?" He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice. Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first." But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast. Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better. They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late."

As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones.

A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me.

A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea.

Enjoy.

Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud

*~*~* Part I *~*~*

Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother.

"Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips.

Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?"

Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you."

"And what kinds of things might they be?"

"You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?"

"Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A."

Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo."

Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that?

Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo.

The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen.

"You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child."

"I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..."

"I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen."

"Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone."

Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment.

"It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special."

"How so?"

"You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo."

Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis."

"Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled.

It was her very first bawoo.

Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms.

As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie.

People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty.

Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!"

Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs.

Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely.

She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving.

From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy.

At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly.

Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off.

Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her.

Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders.

For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done.

But they weren't done.

Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly.

"C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed."

Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that.

Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes.

It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot.

Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run.

Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did.

Bawoo.

She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer.

*~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~*

Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin.

They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense.

Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes."

"Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm."

Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it.

"Cat?" Richard finally guessed.

Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say."

Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'."

Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again.

Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast.

The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy.

"Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress.

"Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head.

"I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means."

"Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed.

Stupid "imu" puzzle.

Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh."

Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder.

Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin.

Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?"

She had a point.

Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point.

Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach.

By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee.

Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats.

Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip.

Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half.

Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit.

He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee.

"How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort.

"Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them.

This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly.

"S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach."

"That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now."

They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company.

Lizzie... and her fiancée.

Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out.

"I'm getting married."

"Wah - huh?"

His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married."

"Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?"

"Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip."

"Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..."

"You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach."

"Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality."

"C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge."

It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?"

"I haven't told her yet."

"You called me before Mom?"

"Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first."

Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it.

Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend.

"C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?"

He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice.

Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first."

But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast.

Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better.

They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late.

 

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"Here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53' by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and Internationally acclaimed lierary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your wonderful words of appreciation Dear Smruti Ranjaniji Your poem titled"Something I Look at-53" extols rightly the glory and essence of book reading and its benefits to the yonder sky.Books are to be the constant companions of human beings,they can lead human beings into the world of imagination and aesthetic sensibility.When books are given primary importance in the life of human beings,things become more consolidated and firmed up for us,so that we can confront the daily realities of life with enthusiasm,excitement,pleasure and deeper comprehension.An association with books from childhood days can fill us with wonders and manifold positive possibilities.The books can furnish us with so many advantages such as the infusion of a creative mindset,a humane bent of mind,a lovely discerning attitude towards life in general,a compassionate stance towards fellow human beings,a sensitive mentality,a deep-rooted knowledge regarding various issues concerning the society,the acquisition of well-entrenched wisdom,the farsighted inclination towards various matters,the quest to follow the cherished principles of life,the intention to lead an upright life and an orientation towards a life of righteousness.Before all these present electronic gadgets came into the picture,the books had acted as avenues of real knowledge systems of the world.The books also bestow upon us positive vibes,disciplined life and egalitarian vision of life.Today we have everything but the human relationships have taken a beating like never before,the gap between our words and deeds has increased phenomenally,the physical boundaries are reduced but the mental barriers have grown in a substantial fashion.Our value system has taken a battering and we reside in a society which gives less importance to the moralities and ethical principles of life because we don't have comprehensive and holistic accommodative attitude towards the needs of our fellow human beings,still in today's world the books can usher in a world of creative,aesthetic,artistic,imaginative and blissful nature to all of us.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 7th September 2017. SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Books, my love! my most tangible friend! you are with me since childhood never betrayed me once even stood by me in moments of joy and despair, agony and apathy consoling and guiding me to my ultimate destination with mirth and glee Non like you non can be whenever I am in a fix I look at you you have answers to all my vexed questions, a panacea to all my ills you carry truth and wisdom from generation to generation and guide civilisations to its perfection you have in you the beauty and fragrance of the past the knowledge of mankind, a road map for the present, a vision of the futre and everything one needs to go ahead on the path of life with ease and dignity When there was no internet, no telivsion no means of communication and radio was a luxury of the few you were there providing me with all the knowledge, wisdom and expertise and instilled the urge in me to live life to the full with a purpose, love and passion You nourished me all along taught me the spirit of tolerance and compromise, the value of being good to oneself and others and made me what I am a disciplined man with lots of love admiration and respect for others I never fumbled on the way in the manner I was socialised the values I inculcated paved me the way Today we have all the modern means of communication and the whole world at the door step but how incomplete and fragile our socialisation seems to be the way we were groomed in yester years with classics like Ramayan and Mahabharat are far different from the grooming of today's kids with telivision and internet which is clearly evident from their attitude towards life, themselves and others in the midst of electronic gadgets the human touch of the books sadly missing and sadly missing is the simplicity of man, his love concern and respect for others The charm of you knows he who reads you with love and passion I will never let you die my friend! you are stil in the heart of my heart soul of my soul and will be there till I breathe my last copyright@smrutiranjan 2.9.2017"

Here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53' by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and Internationally acclaimed lierary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your wonderful words of appreciation

Dear Smruti Ranjaniji

Your poem titled"Something I Look at-53" extols rightly the glory and essence of book reading and its benefits to the yonder sky.Books are to be the constant companions of human beings,they can lead human beings into the world of imagination and aesthetic sensibility.When books are given primary importance in the life of human beings,things become more consolidated and firmed up for us,so that we can confront the daily realities of life with enthusiasm,excitement,pleasure and deeper comprehension.An association with books from childhood days can fill us with wonders and manifold positive possibilities.The books can furnish us with so many advantages such as the infusion of a creative mindset,a humane bent of mind,a lovely discerning attitude towards life in general,a compassionate stance towards fellow human beings,a sensitive mentality,a deep-rooted knowledge regarding various issues concerning the society,the acquisition of well-entrenched wisdom,the farsighted inclination towards various matters,the quest to follow the cherished principles of life,the intention to lead an upright life and an orientation towards a life of righteousness.Before all these present electronic gadgets came into the picture,the books had acted as avenues of real knowledge systems of the world.The books also bestow upon us positive vibes,disciplined life and egalitarian vision of life.Today we have everything but the human relationships have taken a beating like never before,the gap between our words and deeds has increased phenomenally,the physical boundaries are reduced but 
the mental barriers have grown in a substantial fashion.Our value system has taken a battering and we reside in a society which gives less importance to the moralities and ethical principles of life because we don't have  comprehensive and holistic accommodative attitude towards the needs of our fellow human beings,still in today's world the books can usher in a world of creative,aesthetic,artistic,imaginative and blissful nature to all of us.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature.

Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 7th September 2017.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

Books, my love!
my most tangible friend!
you are with me since childhood
never betrayed me once even
stood by me in moments of
joy and despair, agony and apathy
consoling and guiding me to my
ultimate destination with mirth and glee

Non like you
non can be
whenever I am in a fix
I look at you
you have answers to all my 
vexed questions, a panacea to all my ills
you carry truth and wisdom from generation to generation
and guide civilisations to its perfection
you have in you the beauty and fragrance
of the past
the knowledge of mankind, a road map for the present, a vision of the futre
and everything one needs to go ahead
on the path of life
with ease and dignity

When there was no internet, no telivsion
no means of communication and radio 
was a luxury of the few
you were there  providing me with all the knowledge, wisdom and expertise
and instilled the urge in me
to live life to the full with a purpose, love and passion

You nourished me all along
taught me the spirit of tolerance and 
compromise, the value of being good
to oneself and others
and made me what I am
a disciplined man with lots of love
admiration and respect for others
I never fumbled on the way
in the manner I was socialised
the values I inculcated
paved me the way

Today we have all the modern means
of communication and the whole world
at the door step 
but how incomplete and fragile
our socialisation seems to be
the way we were groomed in yester years
with classics like Ramayan and Mahabharat are far different from the
grooming of today's kids with telivision and internet
which is clearly evident from their attitude
towards life, themselves and others
in the midst of electronic gadgets
the human touch of the books
sadly missing and sadly missing is
the simplicity of man, his love 
concern and respect for others

The charm of you knows he
who reads you with love and passion
I will never let you die
my friend! 
you are stil in the heart of my heart
soul of my soul and will be there
till I breathe my last

copyright@smrutiranjan 2.9.2017

#here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53' by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and Internationally acclaimed lierary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your wonderful words of appreciation

Dear Smruti Ranjaniji

Your poem titled"Something I Look at-53" extols rightly the glory and essence of book reading and its benefits to the yonder sky.Books are to be the constant companions of human beings,they can lead human beings into the world of imagination and aesthetic sensibility.When books are given primary importance in the life of human beings,things become more consolidated and firmed up for us,so that we can confront the daily realities of life with enthusiasm,excitement,pleasure and deeper comprehension.An association with books from childhood days can fill us with wonders and manifold positive possibilities.The books can furnish us with so many advantages such as the infusion of a creative mindset,a humane bent of mind,a lovely discerning attitude towards life in general,a compassionate stance towards fellow human beings,a sensitive mentality,a deep-rooted knowledge regarding various issues concerning the society,the acquisition of well-entrenched wisdom,the farsighted inclination towards various matters,the quest to follow the cherished principles of life,the intention to lead an upright life and an orientation towards a life of righteousness.Before all these present electronic gadgets came into the picture,the books had acted as avenues of real knowledge systems of the world.The books also bestow upon us positive vibes,disciplined life and egalitarian vision of life.Today we have everything but the human relationships have taken a beating like never before,the gap between our words and deeds has increased phenomenally,the physical boundaries are reduced but
the mental barriers have grown in a substantial fashion.Our value system has taken a battering and we reside in a society which gives less importance to the moralities and ethical principles of life because we don't have comprehensive and holistic accommodative attitude towards the needs of our fellow human beings,still in today's world the books can usher in a world of creative,aesthetic,artistic,imaginative and blissful nature to all of us.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature.

Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 7th September 2017.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

Books, my love!
my most tangible friend!
you are with me since childhood
never betrayed me once even
stood by me in moments of
joy and despair, agony and apathy
consoling and guiding me to my
ultimate destination with mirth and glee

Non like you
non can be
whenever I am in a fix
I look at you
you have answers to all my
vexed questions, a panacea to all my ills
you carry truth and wisdom from generation to generation
and guide civilisations to its perfection
you have in you the beauty and fragrance
of the past
the knowledge of mankind, a road map for the present, a vision of the futre
and everything one needs to go ahead
on the path of life
with ease and dignity

When there was no internet, no telivsion
no means of communication and radio
was a luxury of the few
you were there providing me with all the knowledge, wisdom and expertise
and instilled the urge in me
to live life to the full with a purpose, love and passion

You nourished me all along
taught me the spirit of tolerance and
compromise, the value of being good
to oneself and others
and made me what I am
a disciplined man with lots of love
admiration and respect for others
I never fumbled on the way
in the manner I was socialised
the values I inculcated
paved me the way

Today we have all the modern means
of communication and the whole world
at the door step
but how incomplete and fragile
our socialisation seems to be
the way we were groomed in yester years
with classics like Ramayan and Mahabharat are far different from the
grooming of today's kids with telivision and internet
which is clearly evident from their attitude
towards life, themselves and others
in the midst of electronic gadgets
the human touch of the books
sadly missing and sadly missing is
the simplicity of man, his love
concern and respect for others

The charm of you knows he
who reads you with love and passion
I will never let you die
my friend!
you are still in the heart of my heart
soul of my soul and will be there
till I breathe my last

copyright@smrutiranjan 2.9.2017

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An Easy Spiritual Discipline
!! Shri Hari !!
While giving lectures to the children of the demons, Prahladji says – what effort is required in realizing Paramatma (God, Supreme Being) ? - “koti prayaasosurbaalakaah?” (Srimad Bhagwat 7/7/38)


There is one point that one must remember regarding sense objects that, things of this world are not present in all places and at all times. For attaining these, one has to make significant effort. However God is present at all places, at all times, in all beings, and in all situations. There is not a place, time, individual, thing where he is not present. For his attainment all that is needed is intense longing. Just like we have a particular object in our possession, then it is on looking at it that we are able to see it! But to see God, it is not essential to even look in a particular direction, because Paramatma is outside, inside (within-without) and everywhere. Therefore, one can attain Him simply by longing to attain Him!
In realizing God, no effort is required. In this, the only requirement is a deep thirst, a want. And even this want is not difficult. In reality, this need is present in all human beings, naturally and on its own; because man feels something lacking within him, but the mistake he makes is that he wishes to fulfill the deficiency with the aid of the world. All things in this world cannot be acquired by all, they never have and they never will be and even if they are acquired, then too they will not remain with you. Even if the things remain, then, you will not remain. There will definitely be separation from it. Before too there was separation and later on too there will be separation. In between the union is only perceived, it is not there as such. Then too we consider our relationship with those things and desire them, this is a very big mistake.


You have considered yourself to be one with the body, this body is me and this body is mine, this is the main mistake! You are not the body! If you were the body, then you would not die at all and if you died, then you would take the body with you. After dying the body (dead) remains right here, and in that body too we are present. But neither the body goes with us, nor the body stays with us. Therefore accepting that you are the body is a mistake and to consider the body as ours is also a mistake. We cannot keep the body, the way we wish to keep it. We have no control over it, then how is it ours? If the body is not ours, then this money, wealth, glories, family etc. how are they ours? Therefore, what is the difficulty in accepting that this world is not ours? Only God is ours. It has become difficult to regard the thing that is in fact ours – God, as our very own, because we regard the world as ours.


The scriptures say that Paramatma (God) is our very own and the world in not our own - your experience tells you this. At this time though you may not believe this, you are unable to accept this; however do not lose your self-assurance. Do not think that we are unable to accept this at this time. Though it is not believed at this time, but in fact, “I am this body” this is not so. Stay firm with this point. Whether you believe or not, whether you experience it or not, do not worry about it; but do not make this point worthless.


This body is not me, and it is not mine – this point is true, and I am God’s and God is mine, this point is also true. Even on being true, it is not accepted, then this is our weakness. How can our non acceptance make the truth become false?


Questioner - How do we end up making this false?


Swamiji - Whatever we see through our senses, intellect, we consider it to be real and our own; by this the point becomes false. Due to this, even if we are unable to give up sense of mine-ness with those things, then so be it; but “body and world are not mine” this is the truth – that much you must honor. If you don’t see God, then so be it, but God is ours and we are God’s, this point is true. Even if Brahmaji says that “See you are of the world and the world is yours, you are not God’s and God is not yours,” then too clearly say that “Maharaj! We will not listen to your point” So be it, even if we have not experienced this so far, even if it is not entirely sunk in; but this is the truth! God Himself has said - “Mamaivaansho jeevaloke” (Gita 15/7) “this being is a part of Me alone” Saints and great souls have also said so - “ishvar ans jeev avinaashi” (Manas, Uttar. 117/2) Therefore I join my hands and pray to you, have mercy on me and accept this point today. Even if there is no change in you upon acceptance, there is hunger and thirst just like before, there is likes and dislikes just like before, but please do not make these talks false. We are only God’s - accept this, thereafter whether you experience or not , whether you are awakened within or not, do not worry about this. In the end, this point will become firm; because this is the truth.


It is the absolute truth that “Only God is mine, there is no else” (mere to Giridhar Gopal, doosero na koyi.) What is the difficulty in accepting this? You certainly know how to accept. Just as you accept someone as your friend, your Guru etc., similarly you also know about not accepting, just as initially you accepted yourself as a bachelor, but on getting married, you no longer saw yourself as a bachelor, but you begin to accept yourself as a married man. If you leave the household life and become a “sadhu”, then you stop considering the house, the family as your own, and you begin to regard the Guru Maharaj as your very own. Therefore you already know both – about acceptance and non-acceptance. Everyone has knowledge of acceptance and non-acceptance. Now apply this knowledge by engaging only in God, and not in the world.


The mistake we make is that while listening we accept, but then we trivialize it. Whereas that which is not true, we begin to accept it as true. One more mistake we make is that brothers-sisters say that we forget this point. Really speaking if you have firmly accepted this, then even if it is not remembered then so be it. Without remembering, you accept that you are at present in Vrindavan. Has any brother-sister completed even one “mala” repeating that “ I am in Vrindavan”? Just one time you accepted that you are currently in Vrindavan, then do you have to try to remember time and again? Is there any doubt about? When someone asks, you immediately say that you are in Vrindavan. Similarly, without remembering too, the point remains within. When you start to believe that you are in Haridwar, then this will be considered a mistake. Therefore I do not regard the not remembering as a mistake. “I am God’s” - if this is not remembered then it is not a mistake; but the mistake is when one accepts that “I am not God’s and I belong to the world.”


After accepting one time with a true heart that you belong to God, then if you don’t remember at all, so be it. Now what is to be remembered is God’s name. Repeat His divine Name (japa), remember Him, Sing His glories, meditate on His divine play, meditate on His form - these are to be done. After accepting God as your very own, let it be. But do not doubt that you are God’s. Whether you a believe or not, whether you experience or not, do not be concerned.


Many people say that what difference has this made to your life? Even if there are no changes, that is, no change in measurement, no change in weight, no change in color, no change in mannerism, no change whatsoever, then too it is OK! However “I cannot accept, I cannot remember, I am not capable, I don’t have the rights, I am not the proper recipient, I did not meet a Guru, I did not meet any saint, the times are not good, it is the age of Kali yug; the environment is not proper; associations are not good” - by talking about these, do not make trash this point. By applying various tactics, if you continue to make this point trashy, then you will not attain perfection. However, if you do not scrap this point, then surely you will attain complete knowledge. This attainment can be in a few days, months, or it can take years. If you continue to indulge in worldly pleasures, then it will take very long, but in the end you will attain that complete knowledge.


Those who work in the fields, they sow the seed in the fields and feel at ease. That seed gives birth to a sapling on its own. If time and again one takes out the seed to look at it, then the seed will never germinate. There is a story. There was a mango grove. The monkeys were eating mangoes from there so the gardener threw stones at the monkey and scared them off. While going each of the monkeys took one mango in their mouth and one in each of the hands and began to run. The monkeys had a meeting that this evil gardener is not letting us eat the mangoes! Some wise monkeys said that how can they let us eat mangoes from their own groves? If we also have a mango grove, then no one will refuse us from eating mangoes from there. They thought that we have the mango seeds, why don’t we grow these. All we have to do is sow the seed, water it then the grove will be ready, and we will eat plenty of mangoes! On consensus from all those that were present, they decided to proceed. They sowed the mango seed on the bank of a river nearby. Now, time and again they removed the seed to look to see whether the mango had started growing or not, and then they would re-plant it! Till dusk, they kept removing the seed and replanting it! Can a mango grow like this? If you want to farm, then sow the seed, water it, and become free of all worries. That which is not there right now, it will most certainly germinate and appear as sapling; then that which is the truth, why will it not materialize? We are God’s and God is ours – this is the truth and it is spontaneously realized. What is the effort required in accepting this? What force is needed? Do you need some knowledge? Do you need some abilities? The simple straight-forward point is that we are God’s and God is ours; we do not belong to the world, and the world is not ours. Now, do not root is out, like the kernel. In other words, do not test it that are there any changes in us or not? When the seed germinates, the plant will also grow, later on the mangoes will also grow and it will all be great! However have mercy and do not overlook this point. This is a very easy means of God Realization and there is nothing else to be done. Simply, “I am God’s and God is mine.” Do not waiver from this firm determination.


This brother sitting here, first regarded himself as a bachelor, but now he is married therefore he now says that he is not a bachelor. Now if someone asks, are you married? Then will he say, wait a minute, let me think; this year I did not get married, the year before also I did not get married, but twenty years ago I got married, Yes-Yes, now I remember, I am married! Why do you not say so? Because once married, it is done. This is acceptance. Even if someone asks in deep sleep, then too you will say that you are married. Similarly, “ I am God’s and God is mine” this will be remembered without attempting to remember. There will be no mistake in this. A mistake is when you will think that I am not God’s, and God is not mine; because my conduct is not proper, my behavior is not good, Do not raise such obstacles. Even if there is no faith, no trust , no remembrance of God, no changes for the better, life has not improved spiritually, even if nothing whatsoever has happened, then too do not scrap this acceptance (maanyataa), that I am God’s and God is mine.


I have even asked those great men in my eyes and they said, that those men that accept God as their very own, the responsibility of making Himself known to them is borne by God. The reason is only God can make Himself known, we cannot know Him. Where we are incapable, there God’s capabilities come to use. This is such a great point that “ I am God’s and God is mine, I am not the world’s and the world is not mine.” You have the capability of accepting this! Whatever abilities you have, that much you apply. That which you do not have, God will fulfill those. “Sune ri meinne nirbal ke bal Ram.” In those things that you are powerless, there, God’s powers comes to use. However, in those things where you are able to apply your powers, if you do not apply that strength then in this the fault is yours, the responsibility for this is not on God. You accept a few people as your own and others you do not accept as your own - why do you not apply this ability towards God? Whatever you are capable of doing, that is the extent of the hope that God has from you. That which you cannot do, God does not expect that out of you. What do you hope from a little child, do you expect that he carries a heavy bag of wheat flour and bring it home? You only expect as much as he can do. Then does God lack even that much honesty? Will God tell you to do the things that you cannot accept? That which you can accept, you must accept that! That is it! This spiritual discipline that I have shared with you today, is so easy, and so straight-forward and all can do it. Whether someone is a learned and educated person, or uneducated, whether it is a brother or a sister. Whether you have good conduct or bad, whether you have good qualities or bad qualities, whether you are a gentleman or a evil man, however you are, all can simply accept this.


It has been said for a chaste (pativrata) wife -


Ekayi dharma ek barat nemaa |
Kaayam bachan mana pati pad prema ||
(Manas, Aranya. 5/10)


This is my husband, on having a firm acceptance of this, however may be the husband, she will become a chaste wife. Was Ravan a great and extra-ordinary man? However, Mandodari being a chaste wife, followed her “Dharma” properly, whereby she was able to get to know the greatness of Lord Ram, whereas Ravan, even on being told, did not listen! Where did Mandodari gain so much knowledge? This knowledge came from “pativrata dharma”. Can God say that your husband is not of good conduct’ therefore you will not attain salvation? No, He cannot say so. If his conduct is not proper then what are we to do? We have abided in our “pativrata dharma” properly, then God will give it’s full glories - “Binu shram naari param gati lahayi” (Manas, Aranya. 5/18). The responsibility to attain that eternal and highest state, is not on her. That responsibility lies on the scriptures, the saints and on God. She fulfill her “pativrata-dharma” then she is abiding and fulfilling the commands of the Rishis-Munis, Saints-great souls, and God; therefore they will have to give her salvation. If the husband is not capable, then how is it his fault? Mother and father got her married so he became her husband. Her fault will be when she does not follow her “pativrata-dharma”. Similarly “I am God’s and God is mine” - this point, if you do not accept then it is your fault. But if you want to accept from within and you are unable to do so, then don’t be concerned. Apply your complete strength. At the very minimum, do not accept the opposite, do not trash this point. This is an extra-ordinary point that has been shared with you.


I am God’s and God is mine” - only accept this much, then further along what should happen will happen on its own. After accepting this, become free of any uncertainties and ambiguities. Now whatever effort is needed, you do. Do divine name repetition, chant the Lord’s divine name (kirtan), do satsang, engage in spiritual studies, go to the temple, behold the Lord. Do not do any actions that are opposed to God and the scriptures. To the extent that is within your control, as much as you can do, that much you should do. Do not waiver on this point, whether unfavorable times come or favorable; whether someone approves of you or opposes you. This is the truth; thus we have accepted it ! Accepted it once and for all.


Now a question can arise that if we do so, but thereafter do not attain God, then what? The answer to this is that till now, in so many years, what great work have you done, which will be short-changed? If it happens it will be gains only. From all of you present here, any of you tell me, what will be the loss? There will be no loss, and I do not deceive! There will be only gains; because this is the truth, and the truth will ultimately be realized as the truth. How long will a false thing last? By regarding this body and this world as our own, will it become ours? They have never been ours and will never be ours; however, if you regard them as yours, you will have to suffer and you will have to cry! Instead of being deceived by it, and later on accepting it as true, it is better to accept on my saying. Tell me what deception will it lead to? And if you are deceived, then you have been deceived so many times so far, therefore one more time be deceived by my saying! However if amongst you all, if any of you see this as a deception, then tell me brothers! There is no deception oin this whatsoever. Besides gains, there is not the least bit of any losses. Not only do I say this, but God Himself has said this - “mamaivaansho jeevaloke” (Gita 15/7) and Saints and great personalities have said so – “Ishvar ansh jeeva abinaashi” (Manas, Uttar 117/2). Therefore accept, grab hold of this point with a firm conviction. This is the principle that has been agreed upon by saints. Saints and Great Souls have done so and seen for themselves and they have showered us with their grace by writing this down, and to reveal it. Just as some father, earns a lot of wealth, and gives it to his son, then what effort did the son have to go through ? Similarly, this is the wealth earned by the Saints and Great Souls, which they are giving to us. Now it is our duty to protect it, not to waste it. It becomes worthless upon looking at it and doing. You regard as real, those things that are seen with your senses and intellect and the things that are done, but you consider the words of saints and great souls as imperfect. This is a mistake. That which is seen is not there. Actions are not permanent and their fruits are also not permanent. Thus depending on them, by dishonoring the Truth, do not choke the Truth. Do not cause violence to the Truth. By violating the Truth, the Truth is not harmed, rather we are harmed, we only take a fall. Truth will always remain the Truth. Truth will never be wiped out - “Naabhaavo vidhyate satah” (Gita 2/16). If you do not abide in it, you will not benefit. Therefore, accept the point that - “I am God’s and God is mine”. This point is a very easy, but of a very high stature. It encompasses everything.


Narayana! Narayana !! Narayana !!!


From "Bhagwaan se Apnaapan " in Hindi by Swami Ramsukhdasji

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