Ronie Dinosaur

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 113 - The Weight of My Efforts At first glance, it might seem I am a hungry man, his meal denied him- unwise, easily fooled. But read again, hear my words deeper: I was right, with pure intent and character, Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 102 - Still Alive Live in your delusion that I will die- the more you test me, the more I’ll become like Ram. The more pain I swallow, the more I’ll rise like Shiva. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 10 – It Grosses Me Out Let me tell it straight. The fame I want is private, measured one witness at a time, validated only in the dark by the reflection that never lies. Read more from here...

This is the age of whores, sir. Ram’s face is dark not pale in Kaliyug. The swan-once elegance itself-roots in filth, the cunning crow feasts on golden thrones. A cheap woman will knot a man of character, laugh while she milks him dry, Read more from here...

Hide your desire; you’ll poison her. If she senses it, she’ll recoil, convinced you’re vile. I no longer know how to stand in front of a woman. I fear them, and I fear love. I am both disciplined and undisciplined at once- and for the crime of being human I will be punished. Read more from here...

The stark difference between Shiva and Ram begins with the direction each chooses. Ram belongs to society; Shiva stands outside it. Yet they feel like twin expressions of one primal force, moving on different planes of existence. Shiva listens only to the mann-the raw, untamed inner will. He bows to no one; insult or misunderstanding mean nothing to him. Ram listens to the voices around him, follows rules, and bows readily. Society crowns him the ideal because obedience makes him useful-an image sculpted perfectly for public worship. Shiva carries no such burden. He can be animal, dinosaur, or Ardhanarishvara-half-woman, wholly free. He refuses the narrow cage of masculinity that society demands and ignores every game of approval. Whatever Ram builds within civilization, Shiva dissolves by simply being himself. Both arise from character, but Ram’s is shaped from the outside while Shiva’s rises untaught from within. The mann invents its own law; copied ideals do not. That is why Shiva has no avatars. He is not a replica, not a rebirth, not part of Vishnu’s line of refined societal images. Ram, the seventh avatar, is a continuation-son shaped by father, ideal polished by tradition. Neither figure is complete alone. Shiva eventually enters society after wandering beyond it; Ram is exiled to the forest and learns freedom by force-two reversed journeys toward the same center. Each supplies what the other lacks. A woman becomes the bridge in this alchemy, because every person seeks to balance the wild inner Shiva with the disciplined outer Ram. In the swayamvara hall, Ram pursues and wins Sita; desire begins on his side. Picture the scene: the clang of bowstring, the murmur of watching kings, the sharp intake of breath when the bow snaps. His victory is public, earned, performative. Shiva moves differently. He is pursued. Women worship him through the Shivalinga, meeting him as equals, not subordinates. Shiva allows, he permits the woman to feel the power through him. Ram-no matter how ideal he appears-still needs to hold power over the woman he wins. The wife is expected to bow; the worshipper of Shiva stands eye-to-eye with her god. Ram is desired as husband, son, brother-roles society can use. Shiva is desired for the Shivalinga itself: source, not symbol. People need Ram because they can possess his story. Shiva exists whether anyone needs him or not. These are two modes of being: the wild interior truth (Shiva, the mann) and the socially sculpted identity (Ram, maryada). Wholeness comes from holding both without letting either dominate. “Who am I?” must flow into “Who are you?” just as Namaste answers Namaskar. Awareness is not isolation; it is the meeting of two truths. Read more from here...

Better than a life spanning a hundred years are the days of love-so long as you know it is love. What if I became a philosopher and knew everything? What if I gained the life I never had-still nothing. What if I fucked a thousand women-still nothing. But if I had the life I wanted, while knowing what I already had? Read more from here...