1. Played only one vocab jam in which I got first rank.

2. KK was issued couple of forms from library. It was after four days since books were already issued to his confidante. Two of them. This had to be kept as a private affair. I kept it until I could. I don’t want to be rebuked by the librarian for something I didn’t do.

3. Just because I went to the field for a few minutes he rebuked me as badly as that goon who was drunk. My fault was my optimistic nature. Now if we are to see : there is a world of difference in rules for Ashrama (prison) inmates and visitors. It should be so. It is so everywhere.

4. Being chide about not having 500 rupees for caution money, taking a loan from office assistant who was genial welcoming me into the premise. The duplicity of the secretary and rest of the staff who did their best to prevent my reading or meditation inside the premise not because I did something underhand but because I might have told people about what went indoors. Once they pasted a notice which prohibited anyone who did any substance abuse. When I asked about the Kaka who was Harijana Sevak Sangh member and a tobacco addict: they immediately removed the pasted note.

5. Young people shouted on me saying:” why do you sit at other’s house? The fact was: there were too many like them and I was actually doing my job.” Who are these people, where do they come from?

6. It’s the same people no matter where you go. All ethics and rules are for you: all luxury and enjoyment is for them just because they do it in a group and use laws as their final shield.

7. I read a story by Rabindranath Tagore: it was titled “Alive and Dead.” It was a third class story. Hackneyed. Cliche. Trite. Rubbish. I didn’t like reading it. He was a Nobel laureate, his song was adapted to be a national song. Still: the story was rubbish.