India

india is closed and died in me
yet once in a day i look at india via google news
i just glance over
cannot read any in particular

once a day late night i make phone call to india
jamaibabu and chandra
try to understand their life in India
both retired one 85 the other exact my age one male one female my two eyes

usa news too i glim over once a day i do not go into detail
i try but do not follow
some times soham tells me by way of news
often i do not understand

india is closed book where my dear brother was killed for his money by my sisters
i do not get involved and I do not like to know more

i was told of one of my sisters death
i came to know later she was in bed mute for a month or more having injured herself from a fall in the bathroom
i was not in contact when she told me to keep off and I kept off more than one year before her death
jamaibabu my sisters husband still vain and trying to find out some reason to utilize his 85 years experience
it is time for him to forget all to bring some freshness
he often repeats his tales
i heard each of them at least 25 times or more - promoting his ideas of his correctness and he is seeing the world surrounding him is wrong and suffocating
he is suffering from his sense of correctness and finding himself surrounded by filth and wrong
karma

i blame my other sister who frankly killed my dear brother for his money - she did not at all care for him because of her suspicion that my brother had TB
while she did not wish to be near him but she saw to it nobody cares for him
she is story teller
she wished his death as soon as possible saving the money for her to steal after his death
as soon as he died she and her son syphoned off his money from his bank they had his computer and all bank credentials - he was in nursing home and he was very worried of theft
she is suffering ever since unable to digest her own deeds
karma

one can never hide from one's own Self that has no eyelid never winks
one cannot hoodwink self by prayer pilgrimage chanting devotion mantra diksha donation or being religious

it is impossible

among still living immortal is Parasuram he has an axe in his grip that never releases
he killed his mother with this axe upon his father's order
he is immortal
karma

india shall remain a place i never wish to read again
i have to bear my sadness my loss through my immortality
all my relation ended with my brothers death
my sahadharmini was not my sahadharmini anymore
i can not accept her dharma that money is preferable to any relationship
my brothers money did not come to his use - he truly wished to live another 5 years as promised by his doctors he trusted
my sister's money will be equally wasted and come to no use
she is a liar who never stops from availing any opportunity to spread lie to eliminate someone she envies
she spread the lie of joya's sister in laws death all over to everyone despite she is alive even now
she has stopped, but for some time on bhai phota she would send message wishing me long life
she is delighted if she hears that i am sick
i am not sick she is spreading i am sick
how does she know
she reads me
joya's assets too shall not come to her use
karma

money is not useful. Money does not serve any good for anyone. If one wishes to safeguard any future from happening that future happens despite money sooner than expected. Money corrupts characters makes one unreliable and liar
money is the only cause of Madness
i cannot be eliminated.
i eliminated me
all is now in permanent akashic record
karma

chhoda many a devoted friends yet he did not call them when he was sick
tt was his mistake to contact chhordi after lifetime experience and inability to read her character
it was his mistake to be gullible about correctness of her son's nature
he didn't inform any of the hundreds persons - his bridge fan classmates colleagues when he fell sick
he had many many experience of chhordi that she is perfect lair
but all along she was scheming
when i was in kolkata while he was in hospital
i witnessed her venomous altercations with didi
i chhordi fell upon me saying chhorda according to her had TB
i immediately tried to get alternate care away from her
i was disgusted
while totally devoted to make alternative arrangement she was scheming and waited till the moment i boarded plane
i called up to hear chhorda that he is not going to new place
i spent $10000 and my toil went waste
i frantically tried to reach didi
she was not in the hospital but sent jamaibabu to corroborate
i called joya's family
i broke down but i realized they were scheming too along with joya too
i could not find my voice till my plane reached delhi
i was in tears and could not recover for next two weeks
i came to know the nature of joya didi and chhordi
chhorda died on 7th june not from TB leukemia but from heart attack
madhu joya's brother etc hospital repeatedly told him his heart was perfectly okay and they were happily injecting him chemo each costing $2000
karma

manifestation of dharma can never be hidden for a single moment
i quit india forever
mahaprasthan

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