Ronie Dinosaur

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 92 – Hunger and Poverty The point is— a man must eat when it is served. Yet I carry this blame: I did not eat, though the world knew my hunger— those who fed me, Read more from here...

Title — Perennial Lust and intoxicants- flesh and meth- anywhere on earth: indoors, outdoors, forest floor or open sea. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 76 - The Humanoid Robot Girl The humanoid robot girl will be my first girlfriend. I will gift myself this companion and walk away from all of you. She will clean herself- Read more from here...

Title - Compound Isolation Childhood passed in studies, adulthood in earning. Middle age slipped into philosophy and rehab- and old age will not come at all. I have seen the poor carry a king’s attitude, Read more from here...

Title – Value of a Man Until twenty-three, I lived in a college world where a man’s value was measured by style, intelligence, personality, and looks. Read more from here...

Title - Lakkad Baggha I don’t see it as injustice. When I’m with a call girl, she gets a person- a heart full of love. Incapable of finding a girlfriend in this world- Read more from here...

Title - We were Stupid Such nice people, beautiful society- simply wonderful. Give cash, take ass. Respect little coins, Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 63 - Richie Rich Syndrome Most who believe never ask why their gods, their messengers, always lived in poverty- something happened, Read more from here...

When a girl- or a woman- scrolls past my profile, the desi lens brands me: womanizer, playboy, cheapster in a sleeveless shirt. 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...