Deep Adhya, PhD

My name is Hachiko. I live in the land of the end of the world. Here I have met many interesting monsters in my little life. These monsters have given me shelter, so they are not so bad. But sometimes, they behave rudely with me, as if I have done anything wrong by asking for some food. In any case, they feed me with all kinds of food. They have no idea how much acidity I have because of that. First, they used to give me biscuits, and sometimes milk. For how long can I subsist on biscuits? I stopped eating them. Sometimes I used to make a fool of these monsters by showing that I am interested in the biscuits. I used to sniff them, and pretend that I want them. How foolish these monsters can be. By the way, they call themselves humans. I am Hachiko the dog, the dog who is thankfully not a human. I can bark little bit. I am learning to clear my throat. These humans make so much noise in so many frequencies that sometimes I faint trying to understand what they try to say to me. I...

Life in a pinball machine can be a rather rough life, closed within the four walls with God watching from the glass window above. Within, inescapable scrutiny, there are obstacles. Even then, one never gets to know what one is doing, being controlled at all time by plastic flippers. One has to gather as many points as possible. That is the aim. For this, one has to bounce around aimlessly, since it is beyond one’s control to direct destiny. One cannot act on one’s conscience. One acts on the consciousness of God. To remain satisfied one has to either submit to this reality or be the one on the outside controlling the game. People who will read this will know that when one lives in such a system, as in a pinball machine, one bounces around, initially in the momentum from the plunger, then gradually as the juice dries up, and the energy seeps away, one is inevitably pulled towards the black hole, interrupted only by the divine intervention of the flippers. In between the close...