shelf my self

Today the disarmed thakur wonders as he gets rid of his karma from the last meal. (i still dont know how he washes up afterwards, maybe we should ask ramesh sippy ji) .... anywys he wonders(just like we do) that what is our real self .If we follow what the scriptures tell us, (decrypted by the spiritual hackers of our times ) they tell us that the self is pretty much free from any taint that our body or ego brings about. In fact the body and the ego is like a piece of badly digested chicken stuck in the gullet of our soul (probably causing gas ,and leading to some discomfort to our celestial neighbours ,but lets not go there now) .
If you agree with this doctrine(of the soul being the real self and the body being the nasty stinky sock that he/she is forced to wear for the gym class ) then its all well and fine. But if you dont (unlike me). Then wonder this, o wise one.... we are continuously shaped by the people around us. Knowingly or unknowingly , we are shaped by every letter we read,every word we hear and every sight we percieve. If that is so , arent we just compendium editions of our predecessors? the latest version of Playstation in the market.?built with the same 'stuff 'that was in everyone before us? just edited with the latest software? reflect upon thy self o wisey misey and let me know how much of you is a shelf of the past.

disconnect

from the moment you are born you start disconnecting yourself. you disconnect from the umbilical cord, you disconnect from your mothers housing capabilities, you disconnect from the sounds of your heart beats. this disonnection continues as you live through your life. you disconnect from your parents and your siblings, you disconnect from your life. and at some certain point of time you become connected to the planet onlythrough your senses. the 5 bonds which refuse to severe themselves. delving deep into you self until you are completely enslaved, and we are certainly enslaved arent we? by the music we hear, by exotic scents we smell, by the deliciousness of food we eat. and then as we walk on, we find these senses weakening. food is no longer as sweet, scents are no more as sharp, music is no more as soothing. and we drift away once more. into an oblivion unknown to science. where dreams divide and disappear. into that everlasting mist of silence. i wonder is it worth it at all? all this delving and dreaming and dying? are our senses the final pursuit for our presence on the planet? are we only a piece of accessory that mommy earth wants to sport before it becomes unfashionable? are we the lost children of bad fashion technology. moulded by ther universe to fit into a pair of pants? or are we the pair of pants? i dont know.