“So many things have happened
since the days I was pure
and I was sure.
Why did you ask me,
what I wanted to be
when I grew up?
I could have been
so much more
if you hadn't...”

I only wanted to look at the stars and ponder on their mysteries. I wanted to know the elusiveness of the wind, why it evoked memories on the edge of remembrance... and I wanted to know, among the haunting scenes of pine trees in Shillong, why the afternoon sun reflected so sadly sometimes. As if all this was a mere dream. If it was a dream, then why this urge to know more about the dream?? Who was the dreamer? Was I the only dreamer among the countless dreamers?

My questions were lonely because nobody answered them. I had to learn to silence the questions, but until then, I had to find out a way... a way to keep the sanity of living a life trapped in a body that is timed to silence itself one day… or so it seemed.

So I found Gadzookz, or rather, Gadzookz found me. I gathered the courage to declare “Spare me the rat race, I am NOT a rat!” and “God is a verb, not just a noun!”

‘Gadzookz’ the word, is linked to the Italian “Cazzo” which means “penis” and the world is still fascinated by the pleasurable sensations associated with fondling it in various ways that culminate in a sigh between the folds of an equally throbbing pink fold of flesh, lubricating with movement - the single act that unites all the people of all the races, all the animals in nature and beyond!!

Gadzookz. How appropriate! Once he is in action, all else is forgotten. He is the epitome of whimsical narcissism, egotistic to the core. Coiled most of the time and an instrument of volcanic emotions, over which even great masters had little control. His favorite haunt is another slippery dungeon, one that has been thrown open in the portals of the Internet. And who can deny that these two together whip up such frenzy all over our globe?

You are neatly trapped in this game. You either believe that Gadzookz belongs to the dungeon or you don't. If you do, then more than half of your life is spent in finding that one delicious haunt where you would like Gadzookz to remain content. But can you tame his spirit? Don’t you want him to stand up tall and erect, spewing out lava forever, the single most important factor contributing to global warming, which may finally melt the ice-caps in the Arctic so we can all drown in our passion? Sobeit!

But the real Gadzookz is beyond Nature. The real Gadzookz is hidden in the ecstasy that He brings. Those five seconds of bliss when the body is racking with a fleeting experience of NO MIND. No thought. Just a Joy that is forever lashing on the shores of our true state of Being.

“The Body in the throes of Orgasm.
The Heart gripped with Love.
The Mind filled with knowledge.
A pebble on the sands of a beach. 
A moment in Eternity. 
A dewdrop on a Rose petal.
A tear misting my Eye...  

Watcha gonna do with me??”