Posts Tagged ‘Humor’

Eat Pray Love [2010]

Posted: April 19, 2011 in Multimedia

There’s a wonderful old Italian joke about a poor man who goes to church every day and prays before the statue of a great saint, begging, “Dear saint—please, please, please…give me the grace to win the lottery.” This lament goes on for months. Finally the exasperated statue comes to life, looks down at the begging man and says in weary disgust, “My son—please, please, please – buy a ticket.”

  • Americans know entertainment, but they don’t know pleasure.
Dear friends and loved ones: My birthday’s coming up soon. If I were home, I’d be planning a stupid, expensive birthday party and you’d all be buying me gifts and bottles of wine. A cheaper, more lovely way to celebrate would be to make a donation to help a healer named Wayan Nuriyasih buy a house in Indonesia. She’s a single mother. ln Bali, after a divorce, a woman gets nothing, not even her children. To gain custody of her daughter, Tutti, Wayan had to sell everything, even her bath mat, to pay for a lawyer. For years, they’ve moved from place to place. Each time, Wayan loses clientele and Tutti has to change schools. This little group of people in Bali have become my family. And we must take care of our families, wherever we find them. Today l saw Tutti playing with a blue tile she’d found in the road near a hotel construction site. She told me: Maybe if we have a house someday, it can have a pretty blue floor like this. When I was in Italy, I learned a word – It’s “tutti” with double T, which in ltalian means “everybody.” So that’s the lesson, isn’t it? When you set out in the world to help yourself, sometimes you end up helping Tutti.

[Sanka Praksalana parody – performed at the Agama first month graduation ceremony]

I’ve got a kriya,

I’ve got a kriya for you

Sanka is fun to do

It will turn your poo yellow

Drink a cup

Drink a litre or two

Of salty water for you

It will turn your poo yellow

Don’t forget do yoga exercices

Raise your manipura chakra

Release your ashvini mudra

Your ashvini mudra

Another drink

Another drink or two

Soon you’ll do a poo

It’ll turn yellow

Stand in line

You know there is a queue

A queue for the loo

That turn your face yellow

How time, seems to travel so fast

When you’ve been

Been pissing from your ass

One more litre

One salty litre to go

You’ve got to let it flow

3 hours on

No longer got our pride

Anal lub by our side

We turned the bowl yellow

Now you’re done

Only vamana to do

Use a finger or two

Should not be yellow

After all this nothing will taste that nice

So eat your butter

And overcooked white rice

It’s the last thing you want to eat

We know

It’s stodgy yellow

Look how you shine

You’ve done a sanka too

Now that will do!