Monday, March 7, 2011

About the Author

"The measure for measure Pentagon Jokers (PJs) being spied on by Gopal Sea"........And........ What do the signs say? The signs say "Play by Phoenix while Phoenix swings away"....... Measure for Measure...Shakespearian by choice. Duke by profession, Electric blink by choice.. Bottlenose dolphin in sound. The moral compass: Protocol Testing and Measurement. Load generation, emulation, simulation, monitoring on communication protocols. I work for the CIA, USA, in a capacity called COOPER(Commanding Officer OPerations Environment Research) for a section called Kailas and our motto is 'Making a mountain out of a molehill.' And the best laid plans to kill a mockingbird are thwarted by MUSCA....An Algorithm for Constrained Alignment of Multiple Data Sequences. When the cat's away the mice will play with the Musca tools. Musca Tools are like Tron or Sam Flynn or Flynn. India is like Flynn. That's why they say 'in like Flynn'

I live in a CEPHEUS (Cost Efficient Passive Houses as European Standards) and my ambition is very simple. To tear the check when it comes home as I fish by the pond cause I am really tired of the Tontine (a pact made by a group where the last person alive benefits from collected fortunes of the others)

The perfect cover
Plausible deniability is the name of the game. Does he work for the CIA or does he not. If no, then which agency does he work for. That is all for the reader to find out. The first volume of the series is a basic introduction to who he is through publication of a memoir. It may seem he is crazy, It may seem he is not. He is the center of the mystery. The work has to build around the mystery that is Gopal Chandu to keep this series alive.
I have stated that I am a member of the CIA. Though that is a case where I can deny the same cause I am taking medication for schizophrenia.
That's where the case of plausible deniability comes in. Can this person actually be CIA? And then if schizophrenia is his cover for being CIA, it means that he has the perfect cover. Nobody would believe him even if he told the world that he was CIA. It is a question of believing him or not believing him or finding out the truth both of which are tough. He is the hero. People may say he is skilled but off his rocker. But people should be made to question their own beliefs.
The first of the series is just the personal memoir of a boy but it grows on to be a coded mystery. The CIA codes are revealed. All that one can say after the entire mystery unfolds itself is that, "The signals well received. The more things change the more they remain the same while going around in circles (of messages) made in America.”
Book one: The memoirs of Gopal Chandu
Nothing remains save the particles of love created by your beauty and the beauty your love brings to life.
When a new-born infant cuddles in the arms of its father when he is holding the baby for the first time, doesn't time stop? Or is it just a pause in the frame of life when the father finds his painting on the canvass of love come to life. Yes, time does stop! As the father watches the baby, he sees a strong yet uncertain future. With the knowledge that the weaknesses of the past have been blocked off and with the faith that the angel of hope along-with Pandora’s box of troubles are safely behind the thin veil of his beliefs. And somewhere in the skies the clouds part and the moonlight streams into the night.

On a Christmas, as Santa Claus was ringing his bell on the 101st Street in Brooklyn, New York, he noticed a youth working in a gifts and card shop. Being impressed with his sincerity at work, Santa requested the fellow to send an application for the post of Supervisor "Gift wrapping and specialized packing" to the following address:-
To
The H.R.Elf
Santa and Co.
Where all the outer walls of the castle face southwards
North Pole.
A few months before the next Christmas, our man was on leave for a few days before the hectic preparation for Christmas got underway. He was walking down the streets of New York on a Friday evening watching people sitting on the benches of Central Park chatting away with each other in the fading light.
Suddenly, he had a feeling of being watched and turned to see a girl standing in the lights near the doorway of a coffee shop. The girl knew who he was and her eyebrows raised itself into a question mark to the question conveyed by her eyes. The eyebrows seemed to want to know, if whether, her gift for Christmas would be nicely packed. Our man closed in his eyebrows, showing gravity on his face and gave a thumbs-up sign to the pretty young lady. As he resumed his walk, he could hear the gleeful voice of an enthralled being along-with the patter of prancing feet in the dark shadows of the lane. And then it began to rain.
Kahlil Gibran says “Nothing remains save the particles of love created by your beauty and the beauty your love brings to life.” Leo Tolstoy in one of his short stories tells us about an angel who was punished by God as he went against destiny and decided at his own will to not take the life of a woman whose time had arrived. The angel tried to save the woman’s life because he was moved when he knew that she was destined to die on giving birth to twins. I wouldn’t want to narrate the complete story right now but some relevant parts of the story, yes. The angel was asked to spend some time on Earth as a normal human being and told to return back as an angel only when he knew what men live for. The angel works for many years as a cobbler’s assistant. One day, a rich man came inside and ordered a pair of shoes to be worn on a special occasion 6 months from that date. The rich man promised to punish the cobbler if there happened to be any mistake in the making of the shoes from the finest leather. But what happens then is that the rich man dies in the carriage because of a massive heart attack. The angel learnt that man can never tell what his needs are. Then what does man live for? To cut a long story short, the angel finally realizes that man can only love for that is what he can live for, to love and to enrich others by his love.... and when he does the rest of the picture falls into place.
Time is money for some people. For others, god knows what. From others I had learnt that time and tide waits for no one. But then, I feel that time is always your dear friend waiting by your side till the day you die. Lazy nincompoops say that I am waiting for my time to arrive. But I say that this is wrong as the proverb which reads every dog has his day is applicable only to dogs! Only when the Reaper whose name is Death comes at the time of the harvest to cut the bearded grain and the flower that grows between, does time leave you and gives company to the next new born infant.
When realization strikes it's more like lightning. Good summers are to be wasted doing something unproductive. Unproductive like sitting under a shady tree by the roadside and watching the world go by. I was doing the same when I noticed a half dead earthworm being eaten by a swarm of ants. I wanted to do something about it so I picked up a small stone and started killing the ants. Who then happened to pass by? An ascetic with a scepter in his right hand. And he saw what I was doing and asked me if I really understood the gravity of my actions. I said" what". I was just killing a few ants. {Karma- The total effect of a person's actions and conduct during the successive phases of the person's existence. Understanding karma is very fundamental in understanding yourself. Lord Krishna in Mahabharata during the epic war told Arjuna that there was nothing wrong in killing Karna while he was trying to get his chariot's wheel unstuck. And after the war was over Krishna went into a forest and was sitting under a tree when a hunter’s arrow aimed at a deer mistakenly struck Krishna in the foot and he bled to death.} I was told by the ascetic that the earthworm was a helpless Karna and the hunger of the ants was Arjuna. What did that make of the ants? The ants were Krishna and I with my empathetic motive of saving the half dead earthworm was actually mistakenly killing the lord himself. I was the killer of Krishna. Funnily enough my name is Gopal...another name of Krishna. So did Krishna sit under the tree knowingly or unknowingly?
  • There was a time when I used to tell myself a million times again and again that I had to kill myself. By killing ants I did achieve the same.
  • Well, I’ve learnt this lesson well in life that anything you do against your conscience is as good as killing yourself.
...I had just finished biding my time at the Bilathikulam Siva temple in Calicut and it was time to move on. On to the next stop... walking quick I noticed that I was being followed... Climbed into a autorickshaw and asked him to take me there... Where..? There where buses go to Bangalore and Mumbai but are untraceable private buses. Untraceable private buses! Before long i was sitting in this garage which had a bus parked inside and two suspicious looking guys guarding the place... me wearing a saffron robe didn't make things easier in this toughlooking muslim neighbourhood...I was getting uneasy when a pleasant looking quite unpleasantly dressed older fellow came and sat next to me…shoots.."Have you been to Mumbai before"....I don't reply...”Have you seen the movie "Deewar""...my eyes brightened and I nodded in the affirmative...Billa no.786... I said...suddenly the tension in the atmosphere had cleared ...I had the magic number...786...so i was no clown in a susceptible attire....time for me to go I thought...time for me to make my move....I thought...calling 360011 I waited as the bell rung thrice.. A male voice picked up the phone...”Catch me if you can"...were my only words...the attendant at Al-Karam travels said...”You have come to the right place." The unkempt older fellow's eyes twinkled when he said "When you reach Mumbai...look to buy Shahi Badam flavour of icecream."
I fished out a coin at Andheri station and dropped it in the plate of a blind beggar on the over-bridge. The beggar pounced on the coin and held it to his eye as though to check its authenticity. I dropped another 5 rupee coin in his plate and he bent to check on the coin even though he had no legs. He made me happy and we enjoyed the short interplay of expression and i was as happy as the beggar.

One day I was thinking about my friend Pritam who is in the U.S. for the past 14 years and a rick driver asked me "what" and I said "Pritam." He took me to a restaurant called Pritam. Close to where i worked. Pritam at Malad {West} in Mumbai.

And when I got out of the restaurant after having some food he came along again and asked me my name... I said Gopal and he took me to another restaurant close by called Shrikrishna which is another name for Gopal
so Pritam and Gopal are always near each other in Mumbai.
One day you cannot miss being in Ahmednagar
Makar Sankranti is kite flying day for us. Bagadbatti area had a thousand kites in the air. We bought ourselves 12 kites and 1350metres of thread on a Chakri {Thread Roller}. Good thread costs 180 rupees for 900 metres. Kite flying is dependent on 20% the quality of the thread and 30% luck and 50% skill. You need to aim for cutting as many kites you can and ruling the skies. When your kite gets hooked on to another kite's thread you need to release the thread as fast as possible. The heavier kite moves faster in the air. The friction of your thread onto the other kites thread and the speed of the thread rubbing onto other kites thread will decide the fate of your kite. We cut 7 kites in less than 20 minutes. And we had our own cheerleading group on the terrace to shout and make shrill noises every time a kite is cut. An angry and frustrated uncle and his wife who were standing on a terrace 50 meters ahead started giving us harsh looks after we cut 3 of their kites as soon as they were aloft. Two of our kites succumbed to heavier kites allowing them more movement in the air but nevertheless we enjoyed the effort. Me and Karthik with the kites. Cousins Jayan, Biju and Sumesh on the cheerleading squad. Tomorrow being a Sunday we have another big round of kite flying coming up.

I have been playing soccer for the past one year but have not been able to go beyond the basics. Let's see what my basic difficulties are. I can't run quickly. When I run, it seems that I’m in slow motion while others are in play mode. I also have a problem with flexibility and that affects my reflexes. That puts going ahead with the ball and dribbling per se beyond me. I'm pretty good at timing a run while defending and also good at bulldozing other opponents. The stopping part after a burst of (slow motion) sprint is also a problem. I follow the captain's orders and fill in the gaps well. It's better if I got myself fitter but lazy that I am, I barely manage a four round run (in slow motion) round a sevens football ground. I think I’ll be better. Being able to play soccer this regularly is a blessing but this blessing has other sacrifices taking its toll on me. I hope I can find a balance. While running in football and in life too.
There I was sitting in the courtyard at a friend’s place. Those were days when winter used to bring with it white light and now it was in our courtyard. She asked me whether I noticed the white light reflecting from the leaves and it felt as though we were probably not on earth but in heaven. We sat on the bamboo chairs for some more time absorbing the beauty of the morning sunshine. Topics veered to our work. I said all that I do was get up at 3.00 am, walk the distance up to the horizon, put a jack under the sun and lift it up so that the sun rises on time. I said that my biggest fear was that the sun would fail to rise one day.
When I was in the 2nd standard around 7 years old and we had just recently shifted from our old rented bungalow to our new apartment in Sahakarnagar Pune, I joined the gang of schoolchildren climbing onto the school bus called Khatara because of its junk looks and running condition and took a seat. As I sat down and looked around my eyes caught a smart very lively looking beautiful girl sitting in the school bus. I saw her maybe twice and then a strange thing happened.
One Sunday morning as I walked out the door and stopped down the flight of stairs, I saw the same girl from the bus hopping around the house where our new neighbors had moved in. Realization struck and I was happy. We did start playing together soon after that 2nd standard Diwali. Then we did start walking to school together. When we got our report cards from school when she had an eighth rank I had eighteenth and when I had a seventh rank she had seventeenth and I thought that was how it was meant to be. I never ever told her I loved her. I would park my bicycle next to her BSA SLR. I used to stomp on the stairs as I walked past her apartment. I used to scratch her name on leaves and leave them floating in the air and watch them fall from the third floor balcony. Every time we played pairs and chains we used to hold hands as pairs and I would think there couldn’t be anything better.
From 2nd standard to 6th standard she was my first and longest love angle. Then she got herself a boyfriend and I was put in a boarding school and life moved on. But I can say as much that true love never gets wasted and I think if, ever, the person met me again I would still be indebted for helping me see a beautiful me beyond the turbulence that was called a childhood for Gopal.
I think I’m headed towards Kerala. Let's see. My dad works on the plants planted by my mom. He doesn't want to leave Kerala for them and a lot of other reasons. If you see Santosh Sivan's 'The Terrorist', I see my dad as the guy who gives Ayesha Dharker, the female lead, shelter in his house. The setting of his wife who is in a coma. The plantain leaf that he serves with food and leaves empty. His son who is never going to return. The optimism that every seed he plants.. will be a tree. And in the movie he has a dumb worker living with him to do menial jobs whose name is Gopal. Kurukshetra to me means.. The womb.. Why? Kuru means 'seed' in the language Malayalam and Kshetra means 'realm' of the seed. Kshetra represents the apparent reality which enjoins us to play a role with the laudable objective of sustaining the universe. Kurukshetra is also the abode of the divine where the great war of Mahabharata took place. The movie is about a suicide bomber who is pregnant and stays in this old man's house as a guest, days before the planned act of terrorism.
I was waiting. Waiting for the second cup of tea to arrive. Sitting in this tea shop with walls covered with framed pictures of Hindu Gods. Around 54 of them. I counted while i sipped at the saucer. Pouring more hot tea into the saucer. No biscuits. No cookies. This place only served tea. A lady manned the counter. She was dressed in a white sari. White saris with golden border that's worn when you go to temples in Kerala. The waiter was very slow and a bit dumb maybe retarded. It was proving to be another déjà vu. Why. Why. I walked to the counter and paid. The lady at the counter said "Om Namah Shivaya" just as I was leaving the entrance. A blue car full of old men in white with huge moustaches was driving by. All the people inside were laughing. I asked myself whether I really did see that. Cause the next moment the car disappeared into thin air. Somebody cried out aloud "Enjoy the little one". I looked all around and there was not a man in sight. ‘Om Namah Shivaya’ means ‘I bow to Lord Shiva.' The next time I was home, I drew with a pencil on the wall of my bedroom Lord Siva sitting on Nandi with a bow in his hand as shown on the cover of the book "The Meaning of India" written by Raja Rao.
The book did not make sense with the picture of Lord Shiva on its cover. It was clouding my mind. I removed the cover and kept it with me. I left the book at the doorstep of a neighbor whose last name was Buddhisagar meaning 'Ocean of knowledge.' Let that clutter by Raja Rao drown in the ocean of knowledge.
FRIDAY, JANUARY 20, 2006
As a kid sitting behind my dad on his scooter on the way back home was a long drive on a straight road. In the night, above the brick kilns, the moon would also be speeding its way down south ahead of our scooter at all times. I remember asking my dad to step on the gas to overtake the moon. And step on the gas he did. That was a thrilling moment though we never ever overtook the moon. Recently, when I was driving in Kerala on its winding roads I saw the moon in front of me again. And as I was turning on a long curve of the road I noticed that I was actually slowly overtaking the moon. All it took was a U-turn to put the moon behind. And it took me 20 years to learn how.

Mom died on 24th November 2005
I was too far away when my mom died. Too far. Mentally adrift and physically absent to be anywhere near her. She never took such steps when i was around. I had spoken to her the day before. She was just back from the hospital. She asked me when I was coming to Kerala. I said February. I was too far adrift. She replied saying it was too long a wait. I failed thoroughly. The very next day at 10.00 pm my cousin came in and said that i was to fly to Kerala as mom had taken some pills. She had done this earlier and admitted and recovered. I thought this was a repetition. Dumb till i saw her lying on the floor with a stoic face. Tears came but were only for the occasion. Most of us were outwardly insulated and inwardly scorched. Outwardly insulated and inwardly scorched. Scorched. That day was judgement day for me, my dad and our common God. It didn't happen right...it wasn't meant to be wrong either. Except for the intelligence. Too intelligent. Too much of intelligence. What's left is a choice. Would it make a difference? It would. Someone said it takes 20 years of peace to make a man and 20 seconds of war to destroy him. My mom was fighting for 20 years and 20 seconds of peace took her life. At the least that's what i would like to believe. Who was she? I cannot answer that question. Doesn't do justice..not to me. A person who always kept in touch with her friends from school college relatives teachers from school college and in their old age who is there to be a better company. A respectable old school teacher who once told me that my mom was God prayed for her reincarnation. Reincarnation. My brothers classmates and teachers and all hostelites were there for the funeral. Others were family and friends and people from the neighborhood. Make a man and 20 seconds of war to destroy him.

A responsibility is a responsibility is a responsibility
If you are given some work
If you are remotely involved
If you feel you can do it better
If you know you can have the problem solved
It's your responsibility and a ...
Responsibility is a responsibility is a responsibility.
If your creation is the best
Holds siege of the breath
In the chests of the rest
If you know you can contribute more
You can surely do so
Now don't say no.
When you see your work today
and when you see your work in the morrow.
You will see a marked increase
of water
In the bay of happiness
And less in the sea of sorrow
What you do is what you are
What you are is what you do
It does make a difference where you go
It does make a difference what you sow
This lyric is for the seekers
Of a fortune that features
The teachers in the light
And children shining bright
To the people looking forward
To the parents looking up
Let's cheer for a fulfilling day
Let's hear for a fun filled tomorrow
I had gone to my landlords place and was bluffing about starting my own radio station called Converstation. The old couple... Annie Coutinho and her husband were both listening to all the lies i had to say... I gave them the last cheque and said goodbye. Just as i was about to walk away from the building I heard something. It was coming from the ground floor apartment. A lady standing by the window was calling out loud...."Paapi" which means 'sinner'. Someone inside me broke...someone inside me toughened...something inside me knew...And someone I didn't know until that day started walking and walk I did for a mile to a place where there was a board on which were the following words written in Hindi..."Prasanna Jeevan"...I stood dumbfounded on the other side of the road where my feet had stopped by themselves. I had never noticed the board before... I had never seen the board before..but those words...."Paapi" dragged me to the opposite end of this road in front of that horrendous sign which said "Prasanna Jeevan" meaning "Contented Life" and… my heart broke and I cried. I was sobbing. Tears were rivers. My life my heart and my body my memories my past present and future and all that touched me during the course of my existence was crying. The sounds became louder but died out in the noise of the traffic. I was on this side of the road..And the sign on the other....I would never cross over to the other side. I cried for the millions... and mocking at the "Contented life" sung the song "Hum honge kamyaab ek din" ...which means "There will be a day when we will succeed"...
Gopal: imagine a beautiful butterfly... in order to fly ... it flaps its wings together
Gopal: at the same time
Gopal: in tandem
Gopal: not at a cross purpose cause flapping of wings need to take the butterfly up and create momentum...
Gopal: are you with me till now
idunno: yes
Gopal: yes
Gopal: now if the right wing of the butterfly is time and the left wing is work and the flight is achievements in line with your aspirations
Gopal: every time the right wing creates an effort and releases a quantity of time then in that time you need to get that much work completed to move in tandem to create a flight cause if you dont you never fly
Gopal: and if time passes
Gopal: or work becomes more than you can handle which is not the case.... the butterfly bites the dust
Gopal: now do you get me why it's important to go do your stuff if you think you are capable enough to do it as a regular routine>>>continuity>>>existence and not just it but an undisturbed existence and a happy life and healthy sustenance
idunno: Yes, I know
Gopal: gotta go now
Gopal: but you know what I mean
Well, I am almost thirty years old. Twenty eight years to be exact. Coming of age can be considered as being mature or grown up. I am, maybe, seemingly grown up. And I have much accepted the fact that i am not working like others in the same bandwidth as my age group and I am not married like many of my friends are. I work in a field of my own in a kind of work I call my calling. Yet, I do not have the necessary income to be in a position where I should/could be in order to marry. Well, that's not a problem at all as I don't see myself getting married till I am in my late thirties. Finding a means of income has seemed to be more difficult these days. But I also seem to run away from possible employment sources as I seem to enjoy the non-profit work and enjoy my current perspective. Sometimes I would be in a position where I could choose to be what I want to be. Too many bees in that sentence. I like distancing myself from 'be' sentences. Well, two sentences and two lines from the 'be' sentence is distance enough. Sooner or later I need to find a wife who will earn while I do what I like to do. Something a bit more than plain working. But then I would have to wash dishes, make the chapattis, get the kids ready for the day, help them with homework, scream at the kaamwaalibai etc. Well, otherwise my awareness these days regarding individual social responsibility has undergone a remarkable change. I was thinking that since I do not work in any company I am doing that much less harm to the environment. There are stakeholders like flora, fauna and physical environment, whose voices we cannot hear, but who are affected by the anthropogenic impacts of global population. The future generation also does not exist today but will be impacted by our activities. This is because practically every company harms the environment. Just as every individual does. Maybe, I will never have a kid of my own and that much less environmental harm there forth. Not having a kid does not mean not bringing up kids. Furthermore I can use my core competence and skills in writing and interacting with people to good use and my location and whatever funds that find their way into my hands for the help of people and the environment. Heavenly Bliss.
This evening I went to the beach. It was very beautiful. There were colourful clouds reflecting on the Arabian Sea. I sat on a large rock. It must have been facing the fury of winds and waves over centuries. It gave me a nice feeling to sit on that rock and to look where the sea kissed the horizon and the clouds that were blushing with a bright crimson hue. The last of the fishing boats made a beautiful silhouette against the setting sun. My heart was filled with joy and I felt a throb of my pulse and the rhythmic beat of the heart. Below me the waves were beating against large stones. I saw in myself the archetypal rock of being. The indestructible core of the psyche. I was becoming infatuated with the illusions of the phenomenal world.
- Gopal and Guru Nitya Chaitanya Yati on the same wave beat.

I see systems in people and i see people in systems

 


Sophie's Choice by William Styron. What does Sophie's Choice mean? A "Sophie's Choice" is a tragic choice between two unbearable options.


Speak softly and carry a big stick means the idea of negotiating peacefully, simultaneously threatening with the “big stick” or the military

 

The exercise of intelligent forethought and of decisive action sufficiently far in advance of any likely crisis.... Big Stick n Speak Softly


CIA Handler says don't wait until you are at the end of your string. Do something before you are too old to do anything or b4 China gets ideas


I guess the Lashker-e-Toiba would say "LET it be a fantasy or a death valley". The people of India and Pakistan however are free to decide


Let's get the India-Pakistan re-unification show on the road although it's a tough 1 to crack. What do we call the reunited republic PARINDA


It is still a bone of contention as terrorism in New India aka PARINDA would be tagged by CIA as "Who let the dogs out" while beauty is in...

And my handler's daughter says "Get back on the comp Daddy, don't let him go until he gets the Christmas Box in your eyes" ~ Sledgehammer


There is a hard and fast rule in the CIA applicable to everyone "Keep yourself alive for what it is worth" Feels so good to be alive


CIA handler says don't bite off more than you can chew n I say you choose between me n a needle in a haystack. Give them a run for their money


If u were born yesterday, u might as well be dead as a doornail to all the views and the news in the happening


It goes without saying that we are the snowblind riders of the storm and monday morning quarterbacks avoid reading "Evergreen" by Belva Plain


Gopal Chandu is quick on the draw when it comes to larger than life facts of life and I know the sky is crying


We are the Gladiators.... the hard to handle black Crowes and I think one should just let sleeping dogs lie while we are touched by an angel


Shiv-Neri Undercover Special Squad.... Gopal Chandu .... Topan-nav Chopal Gaandu... in other words an undercover member of the Indian equivalent of NYPD Blue... now overtly over cover


No time for tears for Lankan Tamils as I read "No time for tears" by Cynthia Freeman


"Life is worth living" by Fulton Sheen is my last recommend for the day and let me rest as I got cat scratch fever.


Carry on wayward son... a song by a group called Kansas not a movie of the carry on series.. nor a read on "The Drifters" by James Michener


Once a thief always a thief. Once a transformer always a transformer. Once an Interpol agent always an Interpol agent


Now "Rainbow Six" by Tom Clancy is about a multi-national counter-terrorist unit codenamed Rainbow. Know what I do though I only type now


I don't work for the NATO but I loved the movie "Behind Enemy Lines". The movie had a poor release date... Post 9/11


Writing is a way to wealth without risk. For other info on the same read "More Wealth without Risk" by Charles Givens


"The Thorn Birds" by Colleen McCullough. The book's title refers 2 a mythical bird that searches 4 thorn trees from the day its hatched.


What do you understand after reading "The Fourth Protocol" by Frederick Forsyth...? There are enemies on either side of the bridge n friends.


CIA handler says you would laugh out of the other side of the mouth if you saw and read "Inside Russia Today" by John Gunther


For the love of the game, anybody interested to apply to the CIA please answer this trivia. Who is Martha Washington?


Straighten up and fly right while you travel with your aunt and read "Travels with my Aunt" by Graham Greene


The last dialogue was a book named "Gift from the Sea" by Anne Morrow Lindbergh n another named "From the Terrace" by John O'Hara


If an American Indian immigrant from India cannot be US President, can't he/she at least be Vice-President of USA


While you were sleeping, I was recommending a book called "The Status Seekers" by Vance Packard


I guess supporting Pakistan and Afghan rebels in the 80's has made USA realize that "The road to hell is paved with good intentions"


As a precursor to study, I wish all my friends read "Anatomy of a murder" by Robert Traver n then rejoin the discussion


CIA shows a communication breakdown. I say when you guys supported Pakistan to maintain strategic balance did communication vanish too


And before I say goodnight my dear friends all I’ll say is this phrase DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT...


I guess some days you eat the bear and someday the bear eats you. Chances of both are rare though. I don't like it rare... well cooked n juicy


I got to choose between the winds of war and the last hurrah... I guess I will go for the last hurrah after the winds of war


In the long run, I got a run of the mill heartless heart cause as they say happiness is a dry martini


The enemy camp hehehe in the meantime would see "Homealone" on the sitcom. It's all framed my dear... even my dialogues.


As far as I am concerned I need to keep my head above water as my current position clearly says "Easy come easy go" Whatchya say


And the SWORDFISHES of this world would read "It's all in the playing" by Shirley Maclaine


So i guess those who miss out on the pattern are reading "Caught in the Quiet" by Rod McKuen


I guess such low level showboating would only make the people in THE WEST WING to sit up and take notice.


I guess when I said "Olympic ka race ho ya police ka case ho" on October 17 outside the Taj, I seldom expected that 26/11 would happen. AAA

Everybody misses the water only after the well has dried up. Gopal Wishing Well Chandu

However a wishing well still works after the well has dried up

5 R's and a C... Rest Regularity Cleanliness,... never Refuse...always Review all options...Refer to a supervisor if u draw a blank

Now that spider ass says I wasn't meant for him

All I can say is that even a broken clock is right twice a day

The Guru says don't put a brass knocker on a barn door. Or else how about Article 370 for all the states other than Kashmir. If so protective of land prove it

Don't speak I know what you are thinking I don't need a reason don't tell me cause it hurts. DON'T TELL ME CAUSE IT HURTS... CIA Handler

If you've seen Ab tak Chappan, it's time you read the book "Ball Four" by Jim Bouton. Jim Bouton's number as a baseball player is 56

Others can read the book "Dogs of War" by Frederick Forsyth about anti-heroes led by Carlo Alfred Thomas "Cat" Shannon - Commander o z group

The presence of an exception establishes that a general rule exists so Kashmir is the exception Anybody wants to take a shot on general rule

CIA handler says I'm eating High on the Hog. During schooldays HOG was any food item like bhakarwadi brought to school by the students.

The martyrs of the British and the American army in Afghanistan would find it written in their unmarked graves "Atleast we tried"

My friend Ijaz died in a road accident. I believe an innocent dreamer was killed. My professors say that those who miss a deadline because of an accident get a chance to reappear. The Perpetual Jazz Football Academy. For those who miss him and those who don't.
An American is a Darth Maulayalee from a Kerala without airports. A Keralite was brought up in a Tamil Nadu by goons travelling in trails of cars. A Tamil Tiger is actually a Shiv Sainik in Shiv Sena in Mumbai Maharashtra. A Maharashtrian is a Sanglikar from China. Any disputes. Ask the Jews from Pune
Space is a radio station. And all the stars are transmitting. Cerebrum and Cerebellum. One of which is a receiver. All the inventions till today are aliens. Tea leaves are aliens. So, during the Boston Tea Party, you guys did sink a few aliens. Medicines we take are aliens. Buildings we build is alien. Construction industry is the biggest alien threat the world faces today. Your penis is an alien. Censor that. Your body co-ordination is alien. I have been sitting in a shop looking at the passing vehicles on the highway from Delhi to
Kanyakumari. What I notice is that none of the vehicles that pass me both ways leave the city limits. They are in perfect co-ordination with each other. They just turn and make their way back in a strict order from the outer limit of my city. Number-plates on vehicles are aliens. Alphabet, one of the most successful aliens of our times. I have been a witness to alien activity half my life. There are slumdog ghettos which are aliens. There are high-rises which are aliens. Rebels are aliens, strong aliens. This planet had the time of its life when it was all green. And then don't forget the Andromeda strain. Proverbs are aliens. Friends are aliens. H1N1 flu in india is a reply to the bombing of Hiroshima Nagasaki which is also the work of aliens if one studies semiotics. Iris is an alien. Continuous probability distribution is alien. Young Americans are alien. Ally Mcbeal is an alien
~ Captain James Kirk...asleep at the switch.

Reincarnation is setting an example with an ideal or taking cognizance of the fact that an ideal existed. reincarnation of a rapist is pure rubbish

The ones who track you are not your teachers. They are just there because you are their new test-track! The fact that you learn is because you were always meant to be smarter than the trackers! ~ A tip from an old spy.

I hope what taught me and what tracked me are two different institutions for all that i know

Jack of all trades master of Jack

Maybe you are shattered
Maybe there are chains of love
Maybe you rose madder yesterday
Maybe blood will tell
Maybe Maybe
I dream of Jeannie
Jeannie says get smart
Maybe it's just a blessing in disguise.
Maybe there is an unsolved mystery
Maybe man does not live by bread alone
Maybe Maybe
Yield to temptation and get rid of it.
Maybe Maybe
I dream of Jeannie
Jeannie says get smart
Remember the time
And save for the rainy day
Maybe I got advice
Maybe I need your consent
Maybe Maybe
I dream of Jeannie
Jeannie says you can't get something for nothing
Maybe you got grave bills to pay
Maybe I’ve seen all good people
For what they are worth
Maybe it's just another day in the life
Maybe I need to know
I dream of Jeannie
Jeannie says it's hard to say "I'm sorry"
Maybe Maybe
Maybe school...house... rock is a Boston marathon
Maybe it's Woodstock
I dream of Jeannie
Jeannie says love makes the world go round
Jeannie says all’s well that ends well
Maybe Maybe
Maybe it's a wish in a wishing well.

Where are you from? You have a different accent.

I answer. No worries ma'am. I got the sweet home Alabama accent.


Make hay while the sun shines and when it rains open an umbrella factory

Hados being creatures bigger than dinosaurs

Faint heart never won fair maiden. You can do it. Come on!!

My mother used to say I had beautiful eyes. At least, as a kid, my eyes were bigger than my stomach. Not so now. Sniff.
Even with my eyes wide open... I can't see anything ~ Zatoichi
You are sitting in the room watching ships on Discovery channel. And suddenly your face animorphs into that of a dog or wolf and reverts back to its original position within a fraction of a sec. New technology as a escape route for the soul. Naah, only too much of playing the game Dead to Rights on your pc. Watch out for the movie of the famous television series though.
When one fine morning your elder brother's chest starts paining and he starts beating his chest around eight to ten times and then few minutes later your chest starts paining. What does it look like. Body profiling. Naah. Just one too many boiled potatoes for breakfast.
A fine tooth comb requires some precision engineering. One needs to engineer a broken tooth which has to happen when the incumbent is biting into a boiled egg or a soft piece of chicken and the other broken piece of the tooth has to disappear into thin air. What replaces the same is a ceramic tooth with Titanium or some other alloy background which results in a fine tooth comb. I prefer a fine tooth comb and that's why I have one.
I seem to know a lot more than I do know. I seem to want to know a lot less than I do know!
One can't discount the wind and its powers to transform. I am not talking about climate. I'm talking about wind controlling human actions. Just imagine where you would be if air is God. What is felt, is obvious, what is not so felt, much more obvious, what if something is felt and not felt at the same time. Take me to a temple and let me pray. For there is God. And I have seen him. My problem is his serendipity which makes me schizophrenic. For others, it's lack of him being around. What would happen if all of a sudden we all started suffocating because there is no air. One day there will be no such situation as suffocation due to animorphing. What would happen if our minds took us to places like temples and graveyards without us consciously asking to be taken there? That's air. Animorphing is air. Teleportation is air. Research on air and its matrix. Research on body and its matrix. Why did Carl Sagan write Contact. So that we keep referring back to our temples of mind for there lies the secret of all universes. And mind will continue to exist as will body in a matrix. Body matrixes are the thing of the future. Man would be able to exist at several places, in several periods of time, in several bodies at the same time. Why? To make this world more perfect. How? Through birth, however he won't be told who he was in his previous birth.
It's just like the old times. The only anomaly does not exist anymore. A cut and opened pouch of shampoo simply disappears from my bathroom teleporting itself to God knows where. Parting with shampoo is such sweet sorrow. :) Happy? While my guitar gently weeps. (Reference: My mom came in my dreams tonight. She asked me to take a wash early in the morning for there was to be a Pooja for mom. I miss my mom.) Wonder ~ Natalie Merchant

I know the future
I know the future. I know the future cause I’ve heard the clapping of the Gods. And it sounds just like the clapping from an Oprah Winfrey Show. I know the future because I've done some clapping of my own watching the past. I know the future cause it's in the hand of every new born child sucking at it's mother's breasts and sneezing in unrest. Enjoy the little one. I know the future because I am looking at the little one as long as I live. I know the future as I know the past. How do I know the past. Well, I dunno. I know the future better cause I read the newspapers of the future in my dreams. And what do they look like. Like the newspapers of the past. Only better snippets and ads. I know the future, I know the past. I also know that the future of humans does not rest in the hands of humans. It rests in the hands of tireless souls working their ass off from keeping themselves from getting pissed off. Scary somewhat. But I know the past and I know the future. My only regret. The Third Deadly Sin. Only one life to live. What are the first two? Your guess is as good as mine. Time and Vacuum. Why? Because nature abhors a vacuum and time.....time that is as tender as a mother's love.... time makes us old and makes us die. So many good ones... dead. So much space...untapped. And only one life to live. The three deadly sins. Well, I know the future and I know the past. What remains? Ashes to ashes... dust to dust. Crash and burn and never return.
Life before the CIA

My Schizophrenic Fable of August end 2004 when I was working at Epicenter Technologies at 4th Dimension at Mindspace and living at 305, Yogiprasad, Yoginagar, Borivali (West)

I don’t know much about consciousness but I am quite conscious about myself and my thoughts. I know how I was thinking at a particular time and in a particular situation. Role plays happens when your thoughts are synchronized to the settings in the mind. Do you know that Quentin Tarantino is actually Joe Fernandes from Borivali {West}? It’s his conspiracy to get Bill killed. A world where there are no bills and back to every utility given to mankind free of cost because there is an authenticity of need. Joe used to live with his parents and sister at 305 Yogiprasad, Borivali {W} in the hostile environment of 1978 emergency. Roy Abraham had warned me early on that the house where I was going to stay 20 years after the Fernandes family left is a death trap. M.N. Shyamalan was my mentor and Godfather. He always warned me through the medium of movies for he did work undercover for human conciousness group.
Jos’s profile…. The Jogi’s(another family at Yogi nagar) ruled over Yogi nagar silently for the past 20 years. You could have never imagined a single lady in a small one room flat was Joe’s childhood friend waiting for the return of justice. She was the one secretly encouraging me prodding me on to be a G.I. Joe…the Yogi meant Yo G.I. joe and you found that out only if you stood in front of a sign called “Babysitting” cause Mumbai is the baby and you are babysitting it. Who am I? What is my identity? I am XL the XL that is found everywhere and nowhere….. I was the reply to Joe’s challenge of killing Bill …XL.
Joe’s vengeance was not over yet. He would kill anybody who charged and billed for a utility. His ways were very dangerous. And the 305 Yogi Nagar flat was a clear example. Slow poisoning of water. Pipes were changed at various levels. It was done by Jo. I got to know of it when I read a standard notice of the society which had these words written as though mistakenly. “Pipes changed as part of Jo maintenance”. We opened a few of the old packages kept in an old cupboard in the house…and that was a mistake too. For anybody who opened the cartons death was a surety. The cartons had a book on the detailed investigation of Bruce Lee’s death. After I read the book I realized that there were minuscule glass pins in Bruce Lee’s lungs and that was an incident after which the Fernandes family disappeared to the lands beyond. That he would surface in such a manner was nobody’s guess. And then he transformed himself into Quentin. The name had a whiff of Hardy Boys stories. Maybe Hardy Boy stories were written by Mr. Fernandes for his kids and the characters Joe, Frank and Quentin There was some chemical which was suffocating me I didn’t know what to do. This house was a death trap made by the Fernandes family. Luckily Pritam’s parents had left with me a cinnamon spray and as a gut instinct I just took a whiff from it. The cinnamon spray saved my life. My guess was correct. It was not a courtesy visit to India by Pritam’s parents. They knew that I had reached the Yogi Nagar flat and had to equip me with something that would help me in just this kind of circumstance. Where were Pritam and the others?
We, at Epicenter Technologies were the most hurt, and therefore the most powerful group of protectors. I though was not proud of my work at Epicenter. Before I left Epicenter and the Fourth Dimension I told Joshua “Hey, Josh, when you go to heaven, tell Jesus that I didn't attend the last supper." Rudrakshi is a hotel in Yogi nagar, Borivali (W).I was walking towards Inorbit mall. I thought that the mall was controlled by the Shetty’s. I met Eknath Shetty. He took me to a place where he had opened a torture joint for all those who commited evil. He said he would need sharp knives. I asked him why. He replied in a metaphor saying he would need them to cut meat at the new joint. I knew what he meant. He had kept this place for wrongdoers. I knew i had to play the end game. Every good doer was on my side. Every wrong doer feared me. I had to acknowledge and register the presence of good people here there and everywhere from the place where I worked in Malad West to where I lived in Borivali West. After all good people make good Gods. That was my end game. I respect the land and all addresses here and everywhere. There is a strong presence of Spirit in this area. In Borivali (W). The spirit that is prominent is that of Amit Shetty. Who was Amit Shetty? Why was he sitting cross-legged in that projection? Wearing that simple white shirt and pant. Was he a part of the projection of God. After all Good people make Good Gods. How did he appear in my projections? Why did a voice scream out loud that this was Amit Shetty as soon as I had seen the projection? Who else had seen Amit Shetty? And then I saw her. My love for eighteen years. She was waiting to get into the same rickshaw that I was getting out of. I said to the rickshawala that I didn’t have change. Then I asked her to get into the rickshaw and we were together for a couple of minutes. I knew her story. I said that I would take care of her. She said no. The rickshawala returned with some change. I got out of the rickshaw and she went on her way. I asked her where and she said that I must not come her way. Then one day he came and met me. He said to me that Mary had a little lamb and the lamb was white as snow and everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go. He said that she was his little lamb. And started singing the accursed rhyme again. I vowed to take my revenge. Eknath shetty would take care of the rest. We were purifying the country of such vile sinners. I could not bear any longer. But revenge was to be taken. He was caught in the mall Inorbit. I knew it was his last trip to any mall. The Shetty’s took care of him. The Shetty’s made sure that he was given a slow and painful death. . I sent you a reply. I sent her a reply. And then as i was walking down the stairs and passing by her flat I heard the clapping. Who were they who clapped. I heard the clapping chorus in the lobby of Epicenter and now here when i was in my building Gurudeep-4 in Sahakarnagar, Pune. They, the Shetty’s believed themselves to be a part of Gopal’s cause. I proceeded on towards the police station to surrender. 9 ‘O clock was the appointment with the police. I had killed him. The police inspector said the missing go missing. “gahal jhalela gahal hone.” He asked me to go home. Said everything will be taken care of by Pritam . Pritam is an inspector who wears a ring of the phantom.
The goodwill sign of the Phantom. Who is Phantom? Is he Pritam. The rickshaw driver who dropped me home said don’t go to the police. Go to Pritam. But Pritam was police and police was Pritam. Each of the gangs in Mumbai was using their own way of control. One that was most invisible and life saving was that of Aparajit. He could actually change events from the way that they occurred to the way it was meant to be. For his science club it was all virtual reality ..all matrix reloaded.. all minority report.. but he was the rebel. His brother’s name was Aashay. I was a member of the Aashay Film Club … and my membership number was 55. He was very good at controlling nature. There...it is him at work again…The time was exactly 5.50 pm when the lights went out and came back at 5.55 pm. He was working for Akhand Bharat. I knew that Aparajit had given me a message when the lights when on and off. That he was in control of the electricity. What I didn’t understand was how to survive the night with less and less oxygen in the room some kind of chemical released with the gas was reacting with the paint causing poisonous gases to emanate. And then it clicked. Aparajit had been the guy who had told me when we were small that he was the guy who was going to make holes in the ozone layer if it mattered to him. Now it did matter to him that I survived. And I would. I noticed that when you are with a survival instinct you try to learn from everything. I heard the refrigerator switching on and off after sometime. And I found cockroaches gathering near it. I went and lied down near the refrigerator. The refrigerator was a life saving device. When it was on it was pumping oxygen into the air. I learnt a lesson in survival. I had to challenge them. there were friends and there were enemies. Let’s see if the enemies were for real. I went down and walked to Shahrukh’s shop. All those who used to sit in Shahrukh’s shop were prospective protectors of Yogi Nagar. Shahrukh worked with the police. Ashfaq was an informer and Nazir was a victim. His brother Samir was a henchman for the local underworld and Zaheer was a man with a vengeance. He installed Airconditioners which did a lot of smart things like surveillance. It all happened when in Muktangan English School in Sahakarnagar came a lad who was actually being hunted down. Who was that? Nobody knew. whose parents had begun another Chipko movement to save this kid. Then Pandit Sir had a splendid idea. He wanted each one of the kids in the class to be protectors of this little fellow. Parents agreed to his decision with a heavy heart. After 7th grade each of the kids of this class of muktangan were to be groomed in different places. Most of them would have quit their studies. They went onto become the P.T. gang. Pandit Sir was the Mentor.. his kids were going to rule Mumbai. And all the books written and stories written about the New York and Chicago underworld would pale in the face of the change in the landscape. Who would have thought that all these guys who said that they were going to the U.S. to do advance studies were actually coming down to Mumbai and ruling the underworld. It all started to unfold before my eyes.. Aparajit and Nikhil were in charge of North west Mumbai. All the rick drivers knew that they were in charge of their collective destiny as long as they worked. There were always exercises which took place amongst the rick drivers to see who was better placed to make big moves and carry out the encounter. Rickshaw drivers were encounter specialists
Ankush is the Devil of Phantom. My friend Pritam is Phantom of New York and i am the Ghost who walks. I am the Black Current that snuffs the life out of man. Burza is the Phoenix. He plays by Phoenix. Phoenix is an Ad firm that controls all that is put in the Ads in the city so that a quite an obvious message to all concerned can be sent through them. You never know what awaits you in the dark shadows of the next corner. The auto industry in Pune is secretly controlled by an old friend of Aparajit who also had been a classmate at Muktangan. His name is Ashutosh. He had been a Major with the intelligence bureau. An undercover operative going bald, wearing kurtas and chewing paan and smoking cigarettes. You would think he is just another businessman. But it came as a shock to me cause i had always known him to be a diploma engineer working with Tata Motors, a popular indian automobile manufacturing firm. He took care of the deal on Aparajit's wishes. Cause Aparajit wanted his dear friend Gopal to be comfortable all the while he was in this arena and gradually hand him the works. Hehehe. Who was interested in the works. Who was Gopal. Nobody knew. Was he someone like Hojo, chief of interpol who works as a cook at Mandrake's place or was he Mandrake himself. Gopal was top brass. When the top brasscomes visiting you show them their areas of command and how well things have been. I had been to Pritam restaurant at Malad (W) and it was a perfect place for shady deals. When the lights were put off after 12 which was the time when the big guns entered town. They had the whole class of 95 working for the underworld and controlling the nerves of the city. When I said I need someplace where I could fill my stomach and clear my senses….the rickshaw driver asked me…”IB or Pritam”…I had just filled an application and submitted the same for a job with the IB. I said Pritam. He took me there. I could see the big letters P.T. of the P.T. gang painted in the passageway of the restaurant. The name of the restaurant was Pritam. I sat inside waiting. First to enter following my entry was Pritam. He sat diagonally opposite my table. Then came two fellas who sat on the same table as mine. One of them started crying on seeing me. I dare not interfere in their talk. Then they introduced themselves as Pritam’s right hand for north-west Mumbai. They took me in a rickshaw and showed me another restaurant which was named after me. Filtering out the chaff from the grain was important and this could only be done after submitting the individuals to basic tests to test their potential. A couple of rings were to be made. the ones that belonged to the goodwill side of phantom. deaths mark did not have a place in our world. Cause we Indians had pan-a-sonic. don’t know what it meant. Pan-a-sonic means everybody"s permanentaccount number is a sonic. So when your account has a huge debit balance it’s time you started paying up. Shelling out for what you are worth to ensure that you leave behind at least as much as you have taken. Restoration is the name of the game. Well, it's time for me to leave. I had to leave Mumbai forever after giving that last cheque. I had gone to my landlords place and was bluffing about starting my own radio station called Converstation. The old couple... Annie Coutinho and her husband were both listening to all the lies i had to say... I gave them the last cheque and said goodbye. Just as i was about to walk away from the building I heard something. It was coming from the ground floor apartment. A lady standing by the window was calling out loud...."Paapi" which means 'sinner'. someone inside me broke...someone inside me toughened...something inside me knew..And someone i didn't know until that day started walking and walk I did for a mile to a place where there was a board on which were the following words written in Hindi..."Prasanna Jeevan"...I stood dumbfounded on the other side of the road where my feet had stopped by themselves. I had never noticed the board before...i had never seen the board before..but those words...."Paapi" dragged me to the opposite end of this road in front of that horrendous sign which said "Prasanna Jeevan" meaning "Contented Life" and.. my heart broke and I cried. I was sobbing. Tears were rivers. My life my heart and my body my memories my past present and future and all that touched me during the course of my existence was crying. The sounds became louder but died out in the noise of the traffic. I was on this side of the road..And the sign on the other....I would never cross over to the other side. I cried for the millions... and mocking at the "Contented life" sung the song "Hum honge kamyaab ek din" ...which means "There will be a day when we will succeed"...

Gustav Jung said "Unfortunately, the mythic side of man is given short shrift nowadays. He can no longer create fables. As a result a great deal escapes him; for it is important and salutary to speak also of incomprehensible things."

Book:2 Life in the CIA:

Use it by clicking on letters as soon as possible

Other names the gun goes by: Golden Eye. The Green eyed monster

Use it while writing articles and facebooking. don't risk using it while chatting, you might land yourself in a soup. but it could definitely give you decipherable information about the person whom you are chatting with. The problem is.... you deciphering it wrong.

Description of the gun: Measure for measure CIA tool.

Google search: "measure for measure by William Shakespeare" remember that you are the duke in the story measure for measure spying on his own town for the benefit of knowing better about running the country.

The tool is smart but we have humans on the other end of the tool so give them time to find your answer and show them you have understood after you have found the answer.

Someday, you'll be poor no more, in terms of knowledge and wisdom.

What do we mean by conditioning and learning?

Classical conditioning:- Ordinarily dogs salivate when food touches their tongues. This is an innate reflex. But dogs also salivated before the food was in their mouths, when the dogs saw food coming they salivated and even when they heard footsteps of persons bringing food to them. The salivating that occurs in the dog, other than ordinarily, happens through the process of conditioning. Here we are not considering psychological processes but rather physiological terms and responses. In a particular experiment a dog was placed in a restraining harness in a dark room and a light was turned on. After 30 seconds some food was placed in the dog’s mouth, eliciting the salivation reflex. The light was a conditional response in this case; its effect required conditioning.
How can the learning of a person be enhanced through the formation of a game in which the person looks at a couple of words and looks for the next word. If the word can be used, the person uses the word or phrase by making it into a sentence which is posted on a forum for all to see.
Example:
Constellations: Corona Austrina
Phrases: By the sweat of your brow
Song title: I can’t quit you babe / Led Zeppelin
Governors of USA: John Rowland, Connecticut
Sentence made: - If you live by the sweat of your brow, I can’t quit you babe.
The game is just like Hangman where instead of guessing the word, you just click for the next word or phrase and wherever possible use the word or phrase to make a sentence and post it to the forum. Learning occurs when one makes notes and tries to understand the meaning of the sentences and connects it to the next sentence or does not otherwise.
Learning also occurs when I encounter a phrase I do not understand the meaning of and google search it to understand the meaning of the same. Learning also occurs when I understand the meaning and consequence of the words and set of words that follow. So by making notes mentally or on paper of the meaning of the word or phrase, I learn and I move on.
Let us add a twist to the game. The major issue dealt with is whether a person can be conditioned according to the climate in which he behaves i.e. a word or set of words that he sees which are not useful for making a sentence until he reaches the next word to make a sentence and what effect does the making of a sentence have on that person.
I bring a twist to the tale. Suppose we assume that it is the Interpol which is putting these words on the forum and it is a Interpol covert agent who is waiting for the right message to reach him. We are looking at conditioning here and watching how the Interpol can condition a covert agent using a simple game as the one I suggested. Let’s look at examples.
Example: -
Phrase: Cold Shoulder
Phrase: A face only a mother can love
Phrase: I don’t want to see your face again.
Sentence made: - We are giving you the cold shoulder cause you have a face that only a mother can love and I don’t want to see you again.
Song title: It can happen / yes
What have these three phrases in the above example resulted in. The covert agent has learned that he is not liked very much at the Interpol. The song title reinforces the phrases “It can happen” by the band ‘yes’. Let’s look at the conditioning end. The Interpol is actually conditioning the covert agent by using the messages that suit its purpose of conditioning. Such learning or realization on the part of the covert agent is not real learning but is conditioning. Learning occurs when the covert agent searches google for a phrase or a word, the meaning of which is not known to him. So learning occurs when the covert agent is looking for the meaning of the word and finds it.
Conceptually learning and conditioning are two opposite ends of the same pole. However conditioning has powerful effects on the mind of the person conditioned which can only be removed by learning. However conditioning is a craft.
Suppose the initial conditioning being over, the covert agent finds himself conducive to covert messages from the forum and decides to show it’s effects to a friend and perhaps convince him that the game is not just a game but a covert message system for the Interpol. And the Interpol get’s wind of such a move. I can explain with an example of learning:
The examples that show on the system when the covert agent shows the game to a friend.
Song: Watership down/ Richard Adams
Movie: Bionic Woman
Song: Whole lotta love/ Led Zeppelin
The friend does not see any covert message in the above example and moves away to the next room. I am exaggerating here but maybe the friend is a fat guy. The next message that shows up on the game is
Phrase: I don’t trust him as far as I can throw him.
What does the covert agent learn
He is being tracked, his every move is being tracked using internet and satellite surveillance
His every move is being noticed.
The Interpol doesn’t want his friend to know his covert activities
The above mentioned statements is what he learns and conditions him to the fact as to remain covert.
Otherwise, one might notice that the game is just a game
Example:-
Phrase: Up to Scratch
Song: Hey Joe / Jimi Hendrix
Song: Jukebox Hero / Foreigner
Phrase: Stretch the truth
Phrases: Live and learn
Biggest mountain peaks: Pular, Chile
Phrase: Pay through the nose
Phrase: I won’t take no for an answer
Legend of King Arthur: Sir Percival
Basketball team: New York Knicks
Phrase: No man can serve two masters
Why don’t you try making a sentence or two with the words that I just typed and maybe you will get the point. Conditioning requires reinforcements time and again. Conditioning shows responses to reinforcements in the form of sentences made and meanings understood.
I wish to further understand how a game can be made using all the principles of conditioning as outlined by Skinner.
A Utopian community can be made based on the principles of conditioning as explained in the book Walden Two, a novel by Skinner published in 1948.
We can term the conditioning resorted to by the Interpol as Operant conditioning. In Operant behavior the animal moves freely about and “operates” on the environment. Behaviour, in Skinner’s terms is controlled by the reinforcing stimuli that follow it.
To study operant conditioning, Skinner constructed an apparatus that is commonly referred to as a “Skinner Box”. This is a fairly small box in which an animal is free to roam about. At one end there is a bar (lever) when pressed, automatically releases a pellet of food or water. The animal, such as rat, at first pokes around until it eventually presses the bar, and then it gets the reward. As time goes on, it presses the bar more frequently. The most important measure of learning, for Skinner, is the rate of responding; when responses are reinforced, their rates of occurrence increase. In Skinner’s apparatus, the bar-presses are automatically registered on a graph, so the experimenter need not be present mush of the time. According to Skinner, behavior is determined by it’s consequences. Skinner believed that operant behavior plays a much greater role in human life. The mere sight of a book, for instance, does not elicit reading in the same way a bright light automatically elicits an eyeblink. We may or may not read the book, depending upon the consequences that have followed in the past. If reading books has brought us rewards such as high grades, we are likely to engage in the behavior.
Principles of conditioning
Reinforcement and extinction: Skinnerians have performed numerous experiments showing that human behavior, beginning in infancy, can be controlled by reinforcing stimuli. For example, infants increase their rate of sucking when sucking results in sweet, as opposed to nonsweet liquid (Lipsitt,1975). Similarly, infants rates of smiling and vocalizations can be increased by making their behavior contingent upon rewards, such as the experimenter’s smiles, caresses, and attention (Brackbill, 1958; Rheingold et al.,1959)
In such experiments, one is dealing with different kind of reinforcers. Some reinforcers, such as food or the removal of pain, are primary reinforcers; they have “natural” reinforcing properties. Other reinforcing stimuli, such as an adult’s smiles, praise, or attention are probably conditioned reinforcers ; their effectiveness stems from their frequent association with primary reinforcers (Skinner , 1953, p.78)
Operant behavior is also subject to extinction. As I explained in the game above, one can extinguish undesirable behaviours. Operant behavior that has apparently been extinguished may also show spontaneous recovery.
As noticed and explained in the game above there is a need for immediacy of reinforcement. A number of responses at the highest rate can be established when they are reinforced promptly. A rat will begin pressing a bar at a high rate only if it has promptly received a food pellet each time it has done so. This is called immediacy of reinforcement.
Discriminative Stimuli: Skinner reinforced a pigeon each time it stretched it’s neck. At this point Skinner had no knowledge of any initial stimulus; he simply waited for the pigeon to emit a response and then reinforced it. Next, however, he reinforced the response only when the signal light was on. After a few trials, the pigeon stretched it’s neck much more when the light was on that when it was off. The flashing light had become discriminating stimulus. The light controlled the behavior because it set the occasion upon which the behavior was likely to be reinforced.
Stimulus Generalization: Suppose a little girl has been reinforced for saying “Da da” at the sight of her father but not at the sight of her mother or siblings. It is not unusual, however, to find the girl saying “da da” when she sees any man at all, such as strangers on the street. The stimulus has generalized. Her parents must now teach her to make a finer discrimination. They might say, “That’s right,” when she utters “da da” in the presence of her father, but not when she looks at any other man.
Shaping: Operant behavior is usually learned gradually, little by little. Even teaching a pigeon to peck a spot on the wall, Skinner (1953 p.92) Skinner showed must be gradually shaped.
Thus we have learnt how gaming is a form of conditioning and the principles of conditioning according to Skinner. The above text has excerpts from Theories of development: Concepts and Applications 3rd ed. William Crain.



Aye, Bee, Cee, Dee and Eee….. An experiment in conditioning for schizophrenia and for the agency I work for
The basic rule to the following conversations is that a) You have to listen to my short pointers b) you have to google search the short phrase or the song name or the book title that comes as a dialogue to find meaning in it and also c) wherein you also need to try and decode the message in any other way that suits you.

 All I can say to my American counterpart is that the signals well received. The more things change the more things remain the same while going around circles made in America. That's all I can say about the signalling system. If you think I'm bluffing then please understand that the CIA poem has been written solely by the same signalling system, the measure for measure CIA tool with my only contribution being the repeating lines. And one day you won't be poor in terms of knowledge.
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