Thursday, September 30, 2010

Each of them had an extraordinary story, more beautiful than a fairy tale

From Paulette to "Tusar N. Mohapatra" cc RY Deshpande date 30 September 2010 08:31 subject Can you post my reply to a long-term Aurovilian
my posting is also in the internal website of Auroville. Can you post my reply to a long-term Aurovilian, she too fully aware of those presences? Thanks Paulette

How blessed have we been, to be witnesses of that world before it was all over! I knew your Birendra too, he bonded books for me. But the Birendra I have mentioned was a short man, no longer young, with long curly hair and intense eyes, wearing invariably blue shorts and a white shirt. Big smile, no words… He radiated a simple joy, contagious: I felt happy just by looking at him. And there was a third Birendra, looking like a small old child, very gentle. He worked at the Press’s binding section and was considered one of the greatest sadhaks. He was popular because of his cap… and for walking daily up to the Matrimandir until a very advanced age.

Heavenly innocence… Professor Aravind Basu, who for twenty years taught Sri Aurobindo at a British university, used to eat at the Dining Room; daily he cracked jokes, playing the fool with my daughter Blanchefleur, who at that time was not yet two… Champaklal, exchanging roses in his room with small Blanchefleur… Once I accompanied him to the train station; Champaklal was leaving for Amarnath and invited me to follow him but… how could I leave my young child? And later on, Nirod – who to my daughter Blanchefleur simply was “uncle”. Every afternoon at 4 pm she had tea, biscuits and cake with him and his niece Dollydi, in his room. When Blanchefleur became a Kalakshetra student Nirod often asked her to sing, dance, and do mudras for him…

Amal Kiran (Sethna), the ‘overmind’ poet, on his ex wife Lalita’s demand used to cheerfully comment on the poems I wrote in my broken English… A constant flow of grace, a daily miracle: this was life at the Sri Aurobindo Ashram, those days. Can I ever forget those sadhaks, known and unknown?

I have mentioned my daily flower offering to Nolini-da, around the samadhi, but there was a third party as well: a small, very old lady, wearing a white sari, whose task was to wipe the marble. Day in and day out, with a broad smile, she offered me an incense stick; if I was leaning on the samadhi tapping on my shoulder, to let me know she had come… Ten years later I enquired who was she, I did not even know her name; to my great surprise I discovered that she was Navajata’s mother: a most simple lady who did not speak one word in English, and who with me never uttered a word anyhow: what for? We communicated through the heart!

And there was Themi, whom many considered the one authority on Savitri. Themi had come very young, along with her wealthy parents; like them, she lived in a room in Golconde. Elegantly beautiful in her youth, over the years she kept growing more and more thin, oblivious of her health and person, totally absorbed in her work for the Mother. Intimidated by her grandness I was unable to speak to her, as with Nolini and Parichan. It took me months to find the courage to ask her one question: can we relate the state of suspended death described in Savitri (and discussed in the Agenda) to the Mother? The seemingly other-worldly sadhika turned suddenly into a shakti and passionately replied yes, yes!

So many others… a few still alive, mostly women… Each of them had an extraordinary story, more beautiful than a fairy tale… A common thread, a special charisma linked all of them, one could feel that they belonged to a different world, it was tangibly real. Awareness of another dimension of being, tireless service… Trustfulness, generosity, straightforwardness… That psychic quality that compels to love people as they are, concentrating on others’ positive aspects and leaving the negative ones to the Mother to be taken care of – what’s left of it? Gentleness, innocence, graciousness… Psychic love, divine compassion…

This is the stuff those early sadhaks were made of. And there is no one to replace them. No one. When all of them will be gone, what of that world will be left? Paulette

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

These rare gifts will adorn the shrine of Overman Foundation

From overman foundation date 29 September 2010 12:20 subject From Overman Foundation: Two Precious Gifts
Dear Friends,
    It gives me immense bliss to announce to you all that Overman Foundation has received two precious gifts from two senior sadhikas of Sri Aurobindo Ashram, Pondicherry. And the gifts are a sari with a blouse worn by the Mother and a piece of cloth belonging to Sri Aurobindo.
     These rare gifts will adorn the shrine of Overman Foundation and be brought out for public darshan on special occasions. To have a darshan of the Mother’s sari and Sri Aurobindo’s cloth-piece, please click on the following link:
 With warm regards, Anurag Banerjee
Chairman, Overman Foundation.

Integral Yoga is an irreversible call that make you drop everything

From Paulette to "Tusar N. Mohapatra" date 29 September 2010 15:17 subject Re: Sri Aurobindo Ashram: “Paradise on Earth” mailed-by
Tusar, Can you kindly post the following, also attached, in the Savitri Era Open Forum? Thanks
Sri Aurobindo Ashram: “Paradise on Earth”
Dry argumentations leaving no space for the heart, for the soul, for one’s cry for the Mother. I feel a chill reading the insentient comment of someone, in Auroville since only a few years, exhorting us not to bother about the fratricidal war raging at the Sri Aurobindo Ashram. Someone who does not have the history we old Aurovilians have – eventually, commenced at the Sri Aurobindo Ashram, decades ago, as in my case. As if our past, our memories, our longings, our feelings could be chopped off, and by this act our wings as well. Our models too, predestined souls who had joined the Masters long time ago and whose sadhana was fashioned directly by Them… If I could never quit Auroville it is because I carry forever in my heart the presence of self-effaced sadhaks of Sri Aurobindo and the Mother, of whom often I did not even know the name… What name and fame are to the adoring soul who works unassumingly, unpretentiously, having gathered in oneself the four varnas? What power is? And prestige?
There is no need to speak: everything is within. Who can define the Eternal, give classes about the Ineffable? We are, the One. The yearning and ecstasy of pure psychic beings is all one needs, the fragrance of flowers growing by humbly serving the Mother, tenderly attended by her. There is but she, and one’s daily offering, year in and year out, bowing at her feet. This was for me the Sri Aurobindo Ashram, which Nolini Kanta Gupta had called “paradise on earth”. As long as I bathed in the atmosphere of the early, great sadhaks this was my language too, the abode of my soul, my home.
Nolini, who was to be hanged along with Aurobindo and Barin Ghose and the nationalist youth… Read the first hundred pages of “Reminiscences” and you’ll know who Nolini Kanta Gupta is! Nolini, whom Sri Aurobindo saw as his most advanced disciple, the third one to follow on the supramental path! When the Mother left the body the entire Ashram gathered around him, Nolini-da!
1973, I had just arrived at the Sri Aurobindo Ashram. An unknown woman of a regal beauty (Purna, I did not know she was the Mother’s granddaughter) walks straight to me and two hours later I end up in Nolini’s room, escorted by her. He asks what I have read of Sri Aurobindo, The Doctrine of Passive Resistance I reply; one article was made an exhibit in the Alipore Conspiracy Case, I go on talking… I cross Nolini’s eyes… and see the Infinite… Enwrapped by his majestic silence, never again was I able to speak to Nolini. At five in the afternoon he used to do pradakshina around the samadhi. I waited there, with a flower for him, daily; we looked into each other’s eyes without exchanging a word, and I knew that their Path is real, Their Ashram is real, Their people are real. Never did I feel as an orphaned child, never did I look for surrogate gurus, spiritual chaperons or others. As in the Scriptures, initiation without touching… The highest satsang is silence, as in the teaching of Dakshinamurti, the guru of gurus… In the utmost silence of one’s soul the psychic threads the Path: the one and only guide, progressively merging into the Mother!
Nor was Nolini the only honey bee. Other great sadhaks were still alive and they too were my teachers, in the subtlest way: by their silent example. In their luminous presence I could tangibly feel Sri Aurobindo and the Mother. Indra Sen, professor of psychology at the University of Delhi… When he started visiting the Sri Aurobindo Ashram, in the thirties, Sen was the foremost Jungian in India. He is the one who, even before joining the Ashram, introduced the concept of integral psychology, with Sri Aurobindo’s blessings. The Master had asked Nolini-da to read him every single page the professor wrote; but when finally Sen settled in Pondy, in the forties, for the first ten years the Mother made him water plants, and afterwards look after the Ashram Press and its machines… And there was Birendra, freshly graduated at Calcutta University and proud of it, whom the Mother made sweep and count bananas for the next sixteen years… Kishor Gandhi, whom the Mother had appointed as the sole editor of Sri Aurobindo’s Letters on Yoga: he lived in a tiny room that he never gave up for a better one, because from there he could glimpse the Mother’s room… Fiery-eyes Parichan, in charge of the Ashram gardens; weeds grew all around the yard outside his house and at the end of the day his elegant white clothes were stained with earth: he had no time for his person or the place where he lived… How could Parichan-da be my Sanskrit teacher, when in front of him I was unable to utter a word, feeling like an ant in front of the Himalayas? In all those years only once he addressed me directly, “To be a mother you must be a yogini” he told me.
On the Mother’s request Rishabchand had written a biography on Sri Aurobindo nationalist; also on request he wrote a fantastic compendium on Integral yoga for the purpose of introducing the Path to the American reader. The quality of his books is such that decades later still they are being reprinted, but… his day-to-day job was to look after the carpentry department! By the way, isn’t this the place where Nirod the doctor commenced his yogic career and where, when doubting himself, he wished to return? Rishabchand had given up his family and most successful business in Calcutta to live in a few square meters room whose walls were padded with books. I entered that room every afternoon to type on Rishabchand’s typewriter notes from his biography on Sri Aurobindo. The great one was no more but I felt his towering presence in every object… Rishabchand had a friend, Purod-da, a small man with a child face and enchanting smiling eyes; he too was a sweeper. Both men used to meet every evening for their daily reading of Savitri; when this reached a peak Rishabchand looked at his sweeper friend: he was gloriously asleep, after a full day work for the Mother…
Integral Yoga is an irreversible call that make you drop everything, wherever you are, whatever you own, whatever you have achieved, to come and serve the Mother: watering plants, working with machines, counting bananas, sweeping the Ashram compound or elsewhere, looking after the carpentry workshop, just anything she tells you to do. The Italian countess Marta Avogadro joined the Ashram to live in one room and work at the binding section of the Ashram Press. Gluing had become her daylong occupation. “After wasting all my life playing bridge and canasta, only now I am learning to live” the grand lady told me. This is what a sadhak of Integral Yoga is. And there is no amount of books or classes, no external ‘teachers’ or ‘counselors’, no lecturers and no priests who can make of you one. No one can give you clothes if you can’t make your own, warned the Mother.
My only reading, those years, were Sri Aurobindo’s “Last Poems”, the Mother’s “Prayers and Meditations”, and what I read on the face of those sadhaks: loyalty, humility, surrender, joy, love, empathy, compassion, ineffable peace. Has the split from that world grown irreversible? More than anything else it is our vacuum that is responsible for the no-man-land we are, in Auroville, and for the suicidal war uprooting all that the Sri Aurobindo Ashram stands for. The great sadhaks and scholars are no more, there is no one to replace them. When the few of us, initiated into that world, will be gone as well, who will tell our children and grandchildren what the Sri Aurobindo Ashram was, and the Auroville of the pioneers? How real they were? And that this is the future?
Everything is within, without any need for external crutches. Utterly alone: the Divine – and oneself. Eternal, immortal, Jivatman!
Long live the Sri Aurobindo Ashram!

Cosmic mischief

From Jitendra Sharma to "Tusar N. Mohapatra" date 29 September 2010 00:22 subject It's not my post! [Written vs. oral history]

Dear Tusar-bhai, 
                  Obviously, there is some mischief here in my name. This post does not interest me. Moreover, I always publish my posts directly in my name, not through any X, Y, Z. Jitendra Sharma

From cosmic human to "Tusar N. Mohapatra" date 29 September 2010 16:44 subject Re: It's not my post!
Dear Tusar-ji, 
Before anything else, thank you for posting my message on your website. 
About Jitendra Sharma's message, I honestly don't see any mischief if he forwarded this message to some other people and nor do I see any mischief whatsoever if I in turn forward it to you. 
I occasionally receive some e-mail or the other with Jitendra Sharma's name appearing on it from many of the e-mailing lists that are devoted and dedicated at the Service of Our Masters. Jitendra Sharma also directly posts on your website regularly, so I don't see any mischief or any reason for suspecting some thing like this at all. 
I suppose that the message that I have indirectly received from the SAICE list might have contained Jitendra Sharma's name as a proof of authenticity of the source. I do not see any foul play at all. I can imagine that in these times of tension everybody is very suspicious of one another. And that is why I prefer remaining anonymous. 
I hope that this clarifies my stand point and pov. Best Regards, CH

From Jitendra Sharma to "Tusar N. Mohapatra" date 29 September 2010 17:59 subject Re: It's not my post!
Dear CH,
             I had never forwarded this message to any person. Even a serious investigation by the crime branch will prove it. How has my name figured in it? Jitendra Sharma

Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Sri Aurobindo Ashram Trust bows to the public dema...": 
Raghu please take YOUR medication REGULARLY. You forgot to take the morning dose. You have admitted yourself the asininities you are capable of when you miss the dose. Do you know when you make the most sense: when you are silent. You have as much alma-mater in your brain as you have hair on your head.
You might have to be confined to a mental asylum. And stop posting as anonymous. Posted by Anonymous to Savitri Era Open Forum at 11:21 PM, September 28, 2010

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Dirty Minds have right to vote

From dr raghu to date 28 September 2010 14:15 subject Re: Pl. Post
Dear Mr. Mohapatra,
Pl. post without displaying my e-mail address. Thanks!
Dr. Raghu

Dirty Minds Make Dirty Projections!

The anti-Heehs gang suffers from severe challenges in reading comprehension in English. One of their claims is Peter engages in a “cardinal slur” and makes “lurid” sexual suggestions about the relationship between Aurobindo and Mirra. I will show that this is false and a classic case of "dirty minds" making dirty projections on Peter’s account. 

The passage these "dirty minds" like to quote as evidence of Peter’s “cardinal slur” and “lurid” suggestions occurs in the context of his account of dinner meetings and talks held at the house of Paul Richard (ex-husband of Mirra, assuming that their marriage was formally or legally dissolved) and other meetings between Aurobindo and Mirra in Pondicherry around 1920-21.

The "dirty minds" allege that Peter describes, or suggests, or insinuates that there was something stealthy and sexually improper going on between Aurobindo and Mirra when they were sometimes alone together during this period. Is this true?

Here is a part of the passage on p. 326 of The Lives of Sri Aurobindo:

“At some of those meetings, people noticed a surprising development. After dinner those present tended to cluster in two groups: Aurobindo and Mirra on one side, Paul and the others on another. Sometimes when they were alone, Mirra took Aurobindo’s hand in hersOne evening when Nolini found them thus together, Mirra quickly drew her hand away.”

The "dirty minds" seize on the last two sentences of this passage as proof of Peter’s “mischievous intent”, “cardinal slur”, and “lurid suggestions” on sexual impropriety between Mirra and Aurobindo. But this is silly, asinine, and a product of sexually repressed minds culturally conditioned to read something sexual into the most innocuous behavior of men and women toward each other.

Mirra could have taken Aurobindo’s hand in hers to emphasize something, or to seek assurance, and/or to express affection. Note that, if the description is true, it was Mirra, and not Aurobindo, who quickly withdrew her hand when Nolini found them together. This suggests that Aurobindo did not see anything improper in the fact that Mirra held his hands. Mirra may have withdrawn her hand out of consideration for the Victorian puritanical sensibilities of Indians concerning women and men in those times and which still persists at large in India to this day.

Peter goes on to write on p.326 that:
On another occasion, Suresh entered Aurobindo’s room and found Mirra kneeling before him in an attitude of surrender. Sensing the visitor, she at once stood up. There was nothing furtive about these encounters, but they did strike observers as unusual. Neither Mirra nor Aurobindo were in the habit of expressing their emotions openly.”

Again, only a dirty and sexually repressed mind would read something "lurid" into this description of the behavior of a fully-clothed disciple paying respect to her fully-clothed master.The key sentences which dispel the malicious allegations of “mischievous intent”, “cardinal slur”, and “lurid suggestions” in Peter's account are the ones which follow:

“There was nothing furtive about these encounters, but they did strike observers as unusual. Neither Mirra nor Aurobindo were in the habit of expressing their emotions openly.”

The key word in the first sentence is “furtive”. The word means “Characterized by stealth; surreptitious. 2. Expressive of hidden motives or purposes; shifty”. Peter is clearly denying that any of these elements characterized the meetings of Mirra and Aurobindo! He also explains what made those behaviors unusual for those observers: “Neither Mirra nor Aurobindo were in the habit of expressing their emotions openly.” 

And these are simply the ordinary and healthy emotions of devotion and affection and not the stealthy sexual ones the dirty minds are projecting on Peter’s account of some innocuous features of the early meetings between Aurobindo and Mirra

So much for Peter's infamous "cardinal slur", "mischievous intent", and "lurid suggestions" on the relation between Aurobindo and Mirra! 

Tusar N Mohapatra has left a new comment on your post "Das Gupta is a captive of Heehs camp":
Manoj Das Gupta is the latest to join the anti-book bandwagon, and you may address your request to him for an authorized explanation. [TNM] Posted to Savitri Era at 12:54 PM, September 27, 2010

Friday, September 24, 2010

Slice of life of SAICE teachers

From Jitendra Sharma to "Tusar N. Mohapatra" date 24 September 2010 11:00 subject
SAICE Teachers

While all U.G.C. Professors of Colleges earn around Rs.70,000 per month and all service benefits including a good pension for all life, senior Teachers of SAICE are neither given any remuneration nor are properly respected. Many of these sincere devotees continue to suffer silently. Should things continue like this? Dr. Jitendra Sharma

Monday, September 20, 2010

Peter's book faithfully reflects Sri Aurobindo's view of Savitri

Dear Mr. Mohapatra,
Pl. post without displaying my e-mail address. Thanks! Dr. Raghu

Falsehood Comes Braying With Claims of Truth!

A memorable line in Aurobindo's Savitri suggests that  falsehood comes laughing with the (apparent) eyes of truth. I suppose that it sometimes also comes braying with claims of truth!

Here are Peter's remarks on Savitri in his Lives of Sri Aurobindo:

"Savitri...would become his most extensive literary creation." (p. 299)

"The brief narrative based upon the Satyavan-Savitri story became, through successive revisions, a vast symbolic account of his yoga. But the poem was not just a record of his experiences; it was also a ladder that helped him reach higher levels of poetic expression." (p. 377-378)

"...the epic Savitri which he considered his most important literary project." (p. 389)

One would have to take leave of one's precious Buddhi, on the precarious assumption that one possessed it to start with, to set up a false opposition between the literary and the spiritual. 

Savitri is both a literary and a spiritual project or creation. That was Aurobindo's view of it. And Peter's book faithfully reflects Aurobindo's view of Savitri. 

20 September 2010 14:46 re: Pl. Post

I feel a movement of integration descending

Richard Lipschutz Posted September 11, 2010 at 12:49 pm | Permalink
The fundamental goal of Integral Yoga, our global fundamentalism as it were, is Saccidananda assuming its true form in another mode: our bodies, lives, minds, souls evolving, right in this good red physical world, a delightful conscious existence inner and outer, individual, global. The opposite of what we now see! We all have a supramental friend, “the human aspiration” (which is also the name of the first chapter in The Life Divine by Sri Aurobindo). Somewhere in our depths we all share this aspiration toward God, Light, Freedom, Bliss, Immortality, to which however every facet of our human life seems richly opposed in striking polar fashion. And this friend tells us: “The greater the apparent disparateness of the materials offered or the apparent disorder, even to irreconcilable opposition, of the elements that have to be utilised, the stronger is the spur, and it drives towards a more subtle and puissant order than can normally be the result of a less difficult endeavor.”
Our friend goes on: “Not only, then, is the upward impulse of man towards the accordance of yet higher opposites rational in itself, but it is the only logical completion of a rule and an effort that seem to be a fundamental method of Nature and the very sense of her universal strivings.” We know we are all impossibilities needing to be solved and even in our personal lives we have to face and incorporate our own opposition to our deepest strivings; so if I want to be courageous I must face down that shrinking coward in my own self, and moreover I have all the present direct intervention and guidance I need to do so.

The Sri Aurobindo Ashram in Pondicherry is a collection of disparate representative types, some more apparently disparate than others; they are all there for a reason, to be reconciled in a fundamental way with themselves and each other and the greater movement of evolution. It’s in no way a religious institution or a place where all are cut in single mold to peacefully agree one with the others; it is, instead, a furnace for transformation. Peter Heehs is from what I see and most inwardly feel a sadhak, a spiritual practitioner, one of these impossibilities to be solved that we all are, who has in his outward work deeply researched Sri Aurobindo as one biographer, producing one of the several biographies available so far. Others are free and if so moved then even bound to produce what they feel in themselves are truer representations. Meanwhile if in outward physical consciousness we can’t understand we can begin to look a few fractions of an inch deeper within and at least try to tolerate each other.
To attempt to change the order and structure of the Sri Aurobindo Ashram in Pondicherry based on the religious persecution of this man is itself a sacrilege in any true sense of the word. To drag the internal affairs of the Ashram, its constitution and the substance of its structure, before a politicized public court constitutes the most exemplary unbelief in the fundamental basis of the practice of transformation that is the only reason the Sri Aurobindo Ashram exists.
Due perhaps to a call for a dynamic collective meditation that has taken place this morning of September 11, 2010, I feel a movement of integration descending and spreading out to manage this situation whatever outward form it goes on take. I’ve never been to the Ashram but say all this from the perspective of innermost identification. I don’t know about you, but the way I see it this anniversary of the birth of global fundamentalism is an interior flute-call to return to the revolutionary fundamentals that roundly promise to reconcile even the deepest oppositions within ourselves. Rick Lipschutz

Comment posted by RY Deshpande:  Re: An Open Letter...The Jhumur Episode and The Registrar’s Non-Performance
This is what Jhumur the she-frog presently is, living in a she-well named self-importance, narcissism, hauteur, pride, vanity, or by whatever similar name one may like to call it. She is afflicted with a pretty familiar complex, something which should not have happened having grown up in the Ashram since her childhood, for having had personal contact with the Mother during the tremendous 1950s. But hard is it to change human nature. One can come in physical contact with the Mother for long years and yet remain stupid in several ways. …
The supercilious manner in which she handled or was prompted to handle the present issue is only indicative of immaturity, if not childishness; or else, and most probably, it simply was ugly contrivance. A nobler approach would have been to advise the student to leave the class, and inform the teacher that the student was leaving his class. The matter would have rested there, a thing which routinely happens in the Centre of Education. But the mischief was played by the predictable devil that is there in The Lives of Sri Aurobindo. The test for remaining in contact with the Mother lies in it. That is also the fight. The real malaise is present in it, and many of those “early students” have lent themselves to it—a most unfortunate thing. 
~ RYD 20 September 2010

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Online research on the lives and works of Sri Aurobindo and the Mother

from     overman foundation date     8 September 2010 11:29 subject   From Overman Foundation: Inauguration of the Online Research Facility at Overman Foundation
Dear Friends,
         On Saturday, 4th September 2010, Overman Foundation has launched its online research facility for researchers and scholars who are desirous to work on the lives and works of Sri Aurobindo and the Mother. The inauguration was done by Mrs. Sanghamitra Banerjee, eminent film actress of Bengali film industry. 
        For a detailed report of the event, please click on the following link: 
        A catalogue containing the details of the research materials available at Overman Foundation would be provided to the interested researchers upon request and according to their requirements, the materials (documents or photographs) would be dispatched to them either through e-mail or by courier. In return a nominal sum of money would be charged as fees. With best regards, 
Kushal Sinha, Secretary, Overman Foundation.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Barun Subudhi, New York or Bhubaneshwar?

On 26 August 2010 23:41, Barun Subudhi wrote: To:

Mr. Tusar N. Mohapatra, Esteemed President, Savitri Era Party
From: Mr. Barun Subudhi, Bhima Tanki Housing Colony, Bhubaneshwar, Odisha
Respected Sir,
I see you are very active on Internet, and great upholder of Sri Aurobindo and Ashram. […] Soldier of Light and India, Barun Subudhi
P.S.: I am new to EMAIL, so I aksed my friend to type draft and send earlier. Now have got new EMAIL address. Please acknowledge this EMAIL and post on your blog please. Because otherwise your credibility will become questionable. Trusting and thanks to you.

From Barun Subudhi to date           8 September 2010 17:38 subject      Second request: Please remove my IP information from your site
Please acknowledge receipt of the e-mail below and kindly remove my location, IP address and carrier info from the post. 
On Wed, Sep 8, 2010 at 15:36 PM, Barun Subudhi  wrote:
Hello Tusar,
Kindly remove the following reference "Optimum Online ( White PlainsNew YorkUnited States, 50 returning visits" from the post that you have created. I had chosen to post anonymously in response to other anonymous comments and a fabricated posting. I hope you will respect my choice of doing so since you are clearly not doing the same thing in the case of other anonymous posters. I hope to keep participating on your site once you extend this courtesy to me.
Thanking you in advance

from     Barun Subudhi to date           8 September 2010 18:08
subject Re: Second request: Please remove my IP information from your site
I am not sure why you are publicly posting these private e-mails that I am sending you, unless this is your idea of some kind of a practical joke. Well, at the very least I can rely upon you to be completely unreliable. 
from     Barun Subudhi to date           8 September 2010 18:34
You do realize of course that by playing these little games you are detracting from the seriousness of your own site. In any case I am happy to add masala to your sizzle. So here is some more for your posting pleasure :-)
from     Barun Subudhi to date           8 September 2010 18:52
I don't see my last e-mail on the public forum yet. I hope I did not scare you with my last message. ;-)
from     Barun Subudhi to date           8 September 2010 19:20
It seems I may have. I hereby take leave of your majesty, Lord Director and President of the Savitri Era Public. Thank you for the loving embarrass.