In all the while I was playing Hangaroo, I didn't realise that my life had an excellent audience and that I just have to play my part well.

I've always considered, right from day one, the day i met the "Space Truckin" 'Gods' that these are either people with access to very high end tech in the present or simply put, people from the future who have learnt, in their own way, to do time travel and appreciate the wonders of the past. Which is why I started blogging vigorously about my life in the first place so that my record exists for future generations to see. And when they came back into the past, they realised that they were the only ones to do so. So they did what they did and went their way knowing that the rest would follow.

Gopal.. n ..Railway ministry saving face, minister losing face

Check this collage. The trains that you see are the Mumbai Locals that are the lifeblood of the economic capital of india "Mumbai".: For the Mumbaiite the local trains hold the quality of being holy. The collage is made on the top half of the cover page of the Sunday edition of the Indian Express which carried an article on the new railway minister whose face is the base for most of the cutouts. His name is Lalloo Prasad Yadav and as i saw his face disappearing beneath my cutouts, i sincerely felt that the sanctity of the Mumbai Locals has remained and the conscious feeling of them being sacrosanct is restored without a blemish. I pasted Lalooji's cartoon cutout from economic times to attach salvage value to my conscience if this collage is noticed by a Lalloo fan.

An open letter to David Morehouse of Remote Viewing Technologies

Hi,
I wonder what this means. I keep seeing vehicles with name boards exactly related to some event in my life at that point. In fact facebook also acts funny at times. Television always updates itself on me on a daily basis in a funny way. More often the trillian pop up reads exactly what is in my mind. And empirically studied thought-identification is used when i play Hangaroo on www.miniclip.com/games/hangaroo/en the way I do as I have shown in "goproxycotv" on youtube. My remote viewer is Hangaroo and it tells me over the past five years it has told me that a) Death or rather skipping death has become an option b) Teleportation is a reality in Nasa c) In future we will more and more enter into a matrix d) Schizophrenia is evolution if a schizophrenic can find answers and heal himself e) Time travel is possible from future into the past and remote viewing is possible from present into the past.
Now for my experiences. In 2003, I experienced "Clairvoyance" or "remote viewing", I can't differentiate between both. I saw a dead man sitting in a yogic position meditating and somebody dead shouted out aloud "Amit Shetty has come". I was not sleeping. I jsut closed my eyes for a moment then this happened. Since then Rohit Shetty has directed four movies with the hero's name being my name but i am not related to Rohit Shetty. Another movie called 'crazy gopalan' got released, that's my name with 'crazy' attached to it in my mother tongue by people not connected to me. I used to hear clapping noises like the ones heard in "Oprah Winfrey Show" I heard them thrice. And today my game "Hangaroo" said that on the third occassion it was in relation to something in which i was as pure as the driven snow. After I heard clapping noises from above, I also heard someone say, "Enjoy the little one" when i was sitting at Shivajinagar Bus Stand in Pune in India. It was said as loud as though someone was saying it using a loudspeaker but only i heard it. "Enjoy the little one" is an american usage unheard of in India. The game said it was the "high and mighty" who played that trick on me. And let me tell you that my face got animorphed once. It felt more like a mammoth sucking a person using it's trunk. If you need someone to bank on to expand your company "remote viewing technologies", it's me. I rest on my laurels.

A few days ago, i had posted the cover of my new book,a photo of a truck with "Mahalaxmi" written on it's top board. Today, as I turned U-turn from Kodakara Police Station, I noticed the truck that was behind me, coming from the opposite side now that I turned on the other side and the name board of the truck was "MAHALAXMI"!!!

"Vidrohi"

It's 3.34 in the morning and i just woke up from a funny dream. Initially, i am reading the newspaper report that the "Kailas PC" ad shows a better understanding of Kailas and I am telling my dad how one can work for U.S. army and gain a better understanding of Kailas. Me and my dad are travelling in a bus. Suddenly, everybody inside the bus and people from outside start shouting "Vidrohi" "Vidrohi". I ask my dad the meaning of "Vidrohi" and he says, "it means, a rebel with or without a cause. Like a case of sati or divorce burning could make you take up right's issues. Or maybe you rebelling by acting white-skinned in an indian set-up". Me and my dad climb out of the bus and walk with the people when pakistani soldiers start shooting at us. I don't know what happens to dad, he keeps walking but i suddenly transform myself into a Commando and start dodging Pakistani bullets in Tulshibagwale Colony in Sahakarnagar. I turn the page and i see a notification for Woman Studies in the newspaper and words "nocted" like "the assignments have been 'nocted' ahead" in the notification in the newspaper. It seemed a standard newspaper like "The Hindu". I log into the computer and find myself confronted by a certain Krish Amarnath on linkedin. Strange but not so strange ~ Krish Amarnath

(Vidroh: A flight for rights. In unity is strength.)

I am not interested in picking up crumbs of compassion thrown from the table of someone who considers himself my master. I want the full menu of rights.

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Rebel with a cause

I got a big box of snickers yesterday. I am going to distribute it to all the boys in my village tortured by unnecessary police cases, telling them, hey boys, I got the cut-off dicks of the police together with their underwear, giving them two options. Either they can eat it immediately for instant gratification or, another very good option, is to, leave it hanging in the bedroom wall from where it can be seen from the hall with a strong nail pinning it to the wall. Let it melt and get all gooey on the inside, so that the next time the are arrested and put behind bars without a drop of water. They can ask the policemen to fore themselves with the chocolate hanging on their respective bedroom walls.