By Khawaja Ashraf
First time I saw him he was
galloping on mountain cliffs. From one cliff to the other
was his one step. I had never seen a man with such a giant
step in my life. How come Krishna could walk from one
mountain cliff to the other with such ease?
For a moment, I lost all my
wits. I could not think straight. Finally, Krishna came to
'What happened? You look
bewildered, he asked.
'Nothing! Really nothing! I
tried to hide my surprise.
I had never heard of anyone, and
I say anyone, who could jump mountain tops like a monkey
jumping from one tree to the other. It was unbelievable.
Particularly for a man of Krishna's height and strength, who
was hardly four and a half feet tall, mountain tops were not
a play ground. And he did not look a strong build either. He
was more sort of a skinny guy with black features -- so
black even American Negroes would call him a Niger.
But Krishna was not an ordinary
human being. He is a god, and gods must have something
unique that ordinary human beings lack. Somehow, regardless
of Krishna's giant steps, there was nothing unique about
'I know what are you thinking.
Krishna tried to appease me relinking the broken
'What am I thinking ?' I asked
'You are thinking how I do all
this .' Yes! Yes! I retorted with a surprise.
'And you know what is more
amazing about all this ?' I asked Krishna in amazement.
' Yes, I know. You are wondering
how I read your mind. It is easy. You know, everything in
the realm of time is tied with a thought. The world of
events are like a lengthy chain. Walk along the chain and
you will know its every link. You can even touch and feel
it. If you dare you can live it too. Can you imagine living
in different realms of time simultaneously?
He said this, then he paused for
a second and he looked at me. He was trying to see through
my thought process.
Then he said, " For a moment let
us forget all this. First, let us handle your questions. Ask
what you want to ask and you will be answered".
'Open your heart to me', I asked
'I am a god and gods don't have
hearts', Krishna replied with a witty smile.
' And gods do not steal either.
I almost outsmarted Krishna, because I wanted Krishna to
behave like a human. That is why I reminded him of his
childhood act like stealing butter and eating it. But my
move had little effect on Krishna. He remained calm. He did
not want to visit his childhood. Instead he remarked, 'You
know, in real time, there is no childhood or old age. There
is eternal youth. Every living and un-living thing constantly
stays in one state. There is no real change'.
Krishna, instead of acting like
a human, wanted to pull me in his godly world. His amazing
acts like galloping on mountain tops, talking in a mythical
voice and style, and even showing me lust of rejoicing with
half naked gopies did not make me think about him as a god.
As I always do during my interaction with gods, I kept my
human attire. Krishna could not lift me to a mental state
where he could control my thoughts.
The problems with gods is they
want to share human sufferings sympathetically, but they
don't know how because they do not like to come and live on
earth. Only humans have to go through the spheres of time
and suffer. Gods keep them out of the sphere of time. They
live in pure time and pure time does not have yesterday or
tomorrow. Without past there is no beautiful or ugly memory,
and without future there is no hope. Gods do not have
memories that haunt them, and no hopes that break. So they
don't feel pain. Without feeling pain they can not
sympathize with humans. Only humans can sympathize with
other humans because they know when it hurts and where it
Krishna read my thoughts. I saw
the shadows of a burning fire on his face. He was going
through a severe pain. I saw him crying deep down in his
heart. What kind of god is he? A moment ago he said gods
don't have hearts but now he was crying like a newly born
baby. Why? After all, why? 'Maybe my trick has worked on
Krishna', I said to myself. Then I just sat there calmly on
the stone next to him. I did not want to interrupt the
process through which he was going. A human being was
emerging out of a god.
After a few moments I saw him
wiping tears out of his eyes.
'What happened Krishna?' I threw
a question at him because now he was in a more real world.
And it was not the world of gods but humans who are born,
live and die.
'Tell me your story' , I waved
'My story is nothing. I am an
ordinary human being. I never got the love of my father and
mother. So I tried to find this love in my gopies. You know
why I went from one gopy to the other? I was trying to
locate my mother in each gopy. That is what happens to a man
when he goes from a woman to a woman. He tries to find his
mother in each woman. When he does not find her he creates
another baby from her and this cycle goes on in his life or
in the life of new born babies. It is the process of
'Reincarnation?' I repeated his
word in order to stay connected with the flow of his ideas.
'Yes! yes! Reincarnation is not
what people think of it. It is a process of going to the
source and then creating another human being like yourself.
Nothing more than that.'
'What about the stories of
previous janam?', I asked Krishna.
'Human imagination is a strange
thing. When a human brain wants to set itself free from the
spheres of time, it uses imagination. It is imagination that
turns human beings into gods. Otherwise gods are nothing.
They are human beings who have crossed the spheres of time.
Once they are on the other side of the border that separates
temporal time and pure time they become gods. Then they are
empowered to intrigue the imagination of ordinary souls.
They control their destinies through their thoughts. Some of
them even make their dwellings in their minds. Ordinary
souls are tended to relate themselves to gods through their
mantras, tantras, and meditation. The more they absorb
themselves in those rituals the closer they become to their
'Now, you are talking.' I gazed
at Krishna with a smile as he started thinking more like
humans. The time was right so I threw another critical
'Why were you crying while you
talked about your mother?' The question was abrupt and
sudden. Probably Krishna was not ready for this question. He
went into deep thought. It was like I hit the nail on the
'My mother, poorest among the
poor, always remained buried in my sub-consciousness. I could
really never set myself free of her thought, not even after
becoming a god. She suffered a lot in her life. Whenever I
think of her sufferings I eat my heart. Life is a miserable
thing for women. No matter how high they go socially,
economically, or politically. Their suffering never ends.
Sometimes they achieve peace with themselves, but that peace
brings them more misery at some point in life.
My mother was no different than
other women. That poor soul lived a life no honorable person
would like to live.
As he talked about his mother, I
saw he was sobbing and crying like an ordinary human and
tears fled out of his eyes. I left him alone sitting under
the shadow of the mountain. He was no more a god.
A Cup of
Tea With Buddha
By Khawaja Ashraf
It was a beautiful Sunday
morning. The Hi-tech Cafe was full with people of different
origins, cultures and lands. Though they all were sitting in
the modern day cafe -- as one can tell from the name Hi-tech
Cafe -- they all belonged to different times as well. Their
dresses had the marks of their age and time. The only thing
common among all was the cups of tea they were holding in
their hands. Each one of them had a different drink in his
cup. As I could tell by looking at their faces, they all
seemed happy and joyful with their drinks and interaction
Wow ! So many great people of
different times and ages and cultures at one place under one
roof. It was all unimaginable. For a moment, I thought, I
was hallucinated. Otherwise, how I would see Confucius,
Buddha, Krishna, Jesus, Moses, Homer, Umr-al-Qaia, Goethe,
Karl Marx and Gandhi sitting in a modern day Cafe. There
were so many other great personalities of the past but I did
not know them. I had only seen pictures of some I have
mentioned above and I recognized them, otherwise, they all
were there. Even those whose names I can not mention out of
the fear of persecution. I do not like the fate of damned
That is precisely the reason I
decided to introduce myself with everybody else at the great
Hi-tech Cafe and stayed away from the few dangerous ones. I
shook hands with Confucius. He put his cup away on the front
table and held my hand for few moments. I tell you -- it was
the greatest moment of my life. Holding Confucius' hand? It
was not an ordinary experience. I felt like passing through
me the lightness of thousands of years of Chinese
civilization. Confucius told me all the good things I have
ever read in fortune cookies at different modern-day Chinese
restaurants. Finally releasing my hand, Confucius gave me a
thoughtful smile and I moved on to the next table.
I met there Krishna. He was too
busy with all his gopies. It seemed like he had just
returned from the great epic war and trying to have good
time. His gopies were giving him a massage and reciting to
him beautiful rhymes in their slick beautiful voices. He did
not have his flute in his hands. Instead, he was holding the
Hi-tech Cafe tea cup in one hand and his other was busy
playing with one of his gopies erotic back. There was an
open window in the side wall of Hi-tech Cafe. Out of window,
there was a long line of Bail garis slowly moving
away in space and time unknown.
If I were in Krishna's place, a
poor mortal and humble creature, I would not bother to greet
anyone in those moments of joy and happiness. Only it was
Krishna who gave his Hi-tech Cafe cup away to one of his
gopies and held my hand while his other still fondling with
the back of another beautiful gopy.
I had a great number of
questions for Krishna that I wanted to ask him but I chose
not to. I did not want to interrupt him in his ecstatic
state. Imagine all those gopies, massaging with their
beautiful rhymes and rosy smell in the air. Only a fool
would like an intellectual discourse in those kind of
circumstances. Probably, Krishna read my mind and heart.
Instantly, energy started flowing out of his hand into my
hand, my body and my soul. It transformed me into a unique
energy. All of sudden, there was no Hi-tech Cafe, no air
filled with rosy smell, no beautiful gopies and their rhymes
and no Krishna. It was all pure energy flowing in the
boundless blissful river of time.
I don't know how long I remained
in this formless form. I could not tell. Even if I wanted to
I could not explain this phenomenon. I only remember when I
came back in Hi-tech Cafe Krishna was busy with his gopies
still holding a Hi-tech Cafe cup in his one hand and
fondling the soft and curvy rear end of one of his gopies
with the other. All my questions vanished. One of his gopies
gave me a white lotus flower and I moved away from Krishna's
While walking on the floor of
the Hi-tech Cafe, I saw all the great masters of their times
-- the times in the past and the times in the future. Each
one in his own bliss and ecstasy. As there is no past,
present and future in Hi-tech Cafe, I saw there all the
great future masters as well. They were yet preparing for
the great rolls they have to play in their times. But I was
more interested in Buddha than anyone else. He always
inspired and fascinated me. I wanted to have a cup of tea
with him. Thanks to the Hi-tech Cafe, now it was possible,
and that was precisely my reason to visit the Cafe on that
I saw Buddha at the all time
highest spot on the Hi-tech Cafe floor. Due to his highest
status in the Hi-tech Cafe, Buddha enjoyed a distinct
privilege and authority. This authority was not like any
earthly king or president. It was unique, timeless in
nature, and more than real in the real sense. For a moment,
I wondered why Buddha was so unique. Why he was not like
anyone else. Though he had the same Hi-tech Cafe cup in his
hand still every other great master wanted a small drop out
of his drink.
Amazing, I thought for a minute,
and then I walked toward him. Buddha had a strange peace on
his face. It was a peace only an individual should have
after hearing, knowing, seeing, becoming and forgetting all.
Thus converting ignorance into blessing. Every step I walked
toward Buddha I felt like I was showered with horizontal and
vertical multi-color lights with a growing peace like
Buddha's face in my heart and mind. My consciousness
converted into pure consciousness. I was not walking any
longer on the surface of Hi-tech Cafe floor. When I made it
to Buddha, looking at me he pointed toward a window in the
"This is the window of
temptation. Jump out of this window and get everlasting
life.'' Buddha whispered in my head without using any words
"No." - I did not shake my head
or utter a word from my lips. But it was a plain no. Buddha
pointed toward a window in the west.
"This is the window of all the
knowledge. Jump out of this window and know every thing."
Buddha whispered again without using any words or voice. I
looked through the window and again restrained going with
the web of thought created by Buddha. Looking at my
reluctance, he pointed toward the window in the north.
"This is the window of eternity.
Jump out of this window and be the master of everything in
the realm of time." I did not show any interest in becoming
the master of everything in the realm of time. Buddha
pointed toward a window in the south.
"This is the window of wisdom.
Only gods enjoy this realm. Jump out of this window and
become one of them." I again refused to go along with the
idea of becoming god. I did not want to go through all the
troubles gods go through. All I wanted was a cup of tea at
the Hi-tech Cafe.
Buddha looked at me, smiled and
gave me the Hi-tech Cafe cup he was holding in his hand.
I walked out of the Hi-tech
Cafe. Krishna was dancing with his gopies. Buddha and
Confucius were smiling while seeing me off. It was already
Sunday evening. I walked toward my home because next morning
I had to go to work.
By Khawaja Ashraf
This is Paradise Casino. God is
the Casino operator and human beings are gamblers. One,
two, three…Adam and Eve hit the buttons on the slot
machines and the symbols of ‘A Trip to planet Earth’
pushes them out of Paradise Casino.
They both fall in muddy grounds at
two different places at planet earth. They want to go
back to the Paradise Casino and play at some other slot
machine, but they have to wait. They both have to look
for each other and find the ways together to get back to
the Paradise Casino.
Here enters Mr. Devil on the
“Ha, Ha, I know the way back to
Paradise Casino” he announces through the whistling
“He is a deceiver, don’t fall into
his trap” shouts God, the Casino operator, through
Adam and Eve, bewildered, lost,
trying to over come the shock of ‘A trip to planet
earth’ look towards whistling wind and thunderous
“What is this whistling wind
telling us?” Eve asks Adam.
“Whistling wind can make us fly,
let us listen to the thunderous clouds” Adam whispers.
“You are right; we need water to
clean the mud on our bodies before we can fly with the
help of whistling wind.” Answers Eve
They start exploring the planet
earth. Jungles, desserts, mountains, streams, oceans,
sun, moon, stars, they like it all.
“Let us live here for a while.”
Adam tells Eve.
“I am with you, here on planet
earth or there in Paradise Casino, but what are we going
to do here?” Eve asks Adam.
“We will till the land, sow the
wheat, and grow in numbers: hundreds, thousands,
millions and billions and then go back to Paradise
Casino.” Adam explains.
Adam and Eve started tilling the
land, sowing the wheat and growing in numbers. They
started splitting two in four, four in eight and eight
in sixteen … and … and so on so forth.
While Adam and Eve are splitting
them two in four, four in eight and eight in sixteen
what Paradise Casino operator is doing? He is adding
more slot machines in his Paradise Casino. He installs
one new machine for everyone who returns to him, every
machine with different symbols, representing different
prizes, and different destinies. Where do the people go
when they die? They close their eyes on this planet
earth and open them in Paradise Casino, where they spin
the machine prepared for them by the Casino Operator,
and depart to seek the prize.
Some do win ‘A Trip to Planet
Earth’ again, some win it over and over, and some win
‘trips to other planets. Yet some stay in Paradise
Casino, rolling their machines, waiting for their
machines to hit a prize.
Adam and Eve, after splitting them
in such great multitudes, are back in Paradise Casino.
One, two, three, Adam and Eve
are free. They enjoy their tango to the tunes of
whistling winds. God, the Paradise Casino Operator, is
too busy with keeping up the slot machines for ever
splitting and growing multitudes of people on billions
of planets in this wide spread universe.
The Two Sides of River Amu
Three countries fucked up
revolution: Soviet Union, China and India. Soviet
Union fucked up revolution by crossing river Amu and
taking over Kabul. They did not need to do it, but
Snow-head Russians, sitting in Kremlin, did not want
to hear junior army officers like Major Karamazov.
All these Snow-head Russians listened were CIA
conduits who were anxious to push Soviets in
Afghanistan. These CIA conduits had carved a theory
to misguide Soviet leaders to lure them into
Afghanistan. The theory was the necessity of
providing access to Soviet Union to warm waters of
Major Karamazov was called
from Tajikistan front to brief the Snow-heads of
Kremlin. The KGB top guns had reported to Kremlin
about his here and there remarks about the dangers
of moving across the river Amu. Major Karamazov was
more interested in leaving Afghan revolutionaries to
deal with day to day problems of Afghanistan. He did
not want red army to fuck around in Afghanistan and
put Soviet Union in dangers of disintegration. At
some level, Major Karamazov had the sense that
Soviet Union was getting weaker inside and had the
real chances of disintegrating as a country.
When Major Karamazov landed
in Moscow, the snow had covered the whole city. The
residents of Moscow were running around wearing
khaki long coats, sipping neat Vodka, to beat the
chill after snow fall. Leafless trees on the streets
of Moscow made the city look more somber.
Major Karamazov passed
several security check points after entering the
Kremlin building. At the end of long haul way, he
reached the briefing room where all Moscow
Snow-heads were mulling over the worsening situation
of revolution in Afghanistan. They were interested
in saving revolution in Afghanistan.
“Why you want to save the
revolution in Afghanistan” major Karamazov opened
“The class structure in
Afghanistan does not allow the perpetuation of
revolution. It will be a while before Afghanistan
can get ready for a revolution. Our Afghan Comrades
have acted prematurely. Soviet military involvement
in Afghanistan will only make the situation worse.”
Soviet Union was considered
iron-clad country. Somehow, Soviet society developed
a mechanism to reach the feedback of Soviet streets
to Kremlin. It was KGB or its loose contacts
Communist party registered workers across Soviet
Union who made this process feasible.
Major Karamazov’s off the
cuff remarks had landed him the brief room in
Kremlin where he was presenting his views on
Afghanistan revolution in particular and overall
situation of revolution across the globe.
“Not only we should leave
Afghan revolutionaries alone, we should also beware
of our Chinese and Indian Comrades.” Major Karamazov
warned the Snow-heads of Kremlin. “China is a
Capitalist country through its bones and it will
revert to Capitalism sooner or later. India is
economic black hole. This economic black hole is
sucking our Soviet economy. Not only we should leave
Afghan revolutionaries alone, we should also pay
less attention to Chinese. We should not have
economic relations with India at all. Otherwise, I
see Soviet Union going down”
Snow-heads of Kremlin
carefully heard Major Karamazov’s presentation and
thanked him. They did not ask him any question. They
did not ask him any question, because they had
already made their mind to cross the river Amu in to
Kabul and strengthen the falling apart Afghan
Then it happened what Major
Karamazov feared. CIA planned to fuck Soviet Union
by joining hands with ISI and Mubarak of Egypt and
Saudis. They knew Islam was more interested in
blood. Be it blood of infidels or Muslims. Blood is
Muslim’s favorite drink. Mere smell of blood makes
CIA used Muslims thirst for
blood to the fullest extent in Afghanistan. The
revolution that came without class struggle in
Afghanistan, could not sustain itself even with the
help of Soviet guns.
When first few stingers
flew in the skies of Afghanistan, Major Karamazov,
who had become Brigadier by then, wrote to Kremlin.
“Let us say goodbye to
Afghanistan. The land and the people on this side of
river Amu do not belong to Soviet Union. The sooner
we pack up and leave; we will lessen the burden on
Moscow. Getting buried in Afghan land is not a
matter of honor for our soldiers. A revolution
without Capitalists’ fuck up is no revolution. Let
them do the job. Afghans will take care of their own
The Snow-heads of Kremlin
eventually agreed to Brigadier Karamazov and they
gave him green signal to cross back the bridge on
river Amu, not knowing, within few years they will
even have to pack their bags from Tajikistan the
land on the other side of river Amu.