End of the day!

1. Plenty of vocabulary jams. My ID is 01. I invite you to play with me on vocabulary.com.

2. Kavitha J and Paul H scored well today on most of the jams.

3. I attended a birthday party, registered some books in library, emptied dustbin ash, helped in cowshed, wrote couple of blog posts, clicked some pictures, filled water and sat down for a while.

Thisaway, or: Thataway

‘No way. Way!’, a d’Verse Quadrille Runaway, wayless, makes his way up dark areaway – to stowaway on a rockaway. Highwayman in jet cutaway strolling past purplish twayblades, reading stolen waybill, notes blond wayward flyaways. Hereaway’s no place for young tearaways, he smiles. Well, leastways we’re both of waygoing lifeways. The above poem is my take […]

Thisaway, or: Thataway

1. Thanks David and d’ verse!

2. My quadrille with 44 words:

Wayward warden dense mesne

Nescafe affects highway my way

Thyway ryeway ardent dentistriatedeterrantucleonasm

Asmeraldalda palindromes in Rome

Omegaye this way that way

Darkness eats essential oils

Boils roil coils recoil

Way lost

In permafrost

Prema roast

Host forgotten

Tenet costs

Tao boasts

Toasts nowayout!

Routine!

1. Basking in the Sun: 40 minutes.

2. Filling two buckets of water using bicycle for transit : 20 minutes. Believe it or not!

3. Scrapping grass outside library was due for long. Burning stray pieces: 20 minutes.

4. A man walking with fast paces only asked for confirmation of what he knew: “that lady who has a hair cut…” Had a file in his hand.

5. Venus had Jaminee Atmakaraka post for a stage where a big drama took place. It was handed over to caring mother Moon who is entering its house in Cancer with Punarvasu. The next Atmakaraka is going to be Mars again who indicates struggle. The police, martials and athletes and the mathematicians will be in focus now along with revolutionaries.

Script

1. Heard many horn sounds as I was moving out of house.

2. A man on bicycle had a white ream of paper…just behind him a fast moving vehicle with BJP district president plate on it. It’s an old pattern. Another Press vehicle.

3. Snooker game bill board with Russian models.

4. IPTA number three handed me over script to put it in library. The director was on the back seat.

5. Last night I handed it over to director just before closing the library. His bag and water bottle as well.

6. The first page of script has names from voterlist on its backside.

7. How’s it for the first scene of a play?

Keeping the thread as small as possible. Why can’t I ever exclude political parties from these?

Aspiring to get a roof to her house!

1. As I was running helter-skelter for most of the day, though I played vocabulary jams, I couldn’t score in excess of 750 very often.

2. Helped untangle and coil an electric wire which was deployed to give current supply to the motor in well. That well gives sweet water whereas the water from the tubewell which is located besides the cowshed is not as sweet.

3. Tried learning the mixing of straw with leaves to prepare food for cows. Senile head of the trust has a peculiar habit of trying to control every department of every activity without which he feels insignificant. It’s a habit I have observed in every department and every household. These people never realize that there are better ways of doing work. They never realize that some people function better when left alone to do their work. It’s perhaps because in most factory models supervision acts as a goad for animals.

4. Such supervision in case of something which boasts of Swaraj becomes a farce. It’s a public trust based on capitalistic model at best with rude supervision. If the supervisor serves with example: even then the command is a help at times. But a senile decadent eldarin can barely do anything else but to annoy his underlings with his adamant and rude presence. This he or she does to merely play with their minds which is his only source of solace as he watches death crawling over him or her.

5. How much skill most of those tasks need? Minimal. They’re menial jobs and yet you can’t deny efficiency requires correct instructions for new members in any endeavour. Yet: lack of any scope for experiment or learning makes it a joke. They’re running like slaves 24*7. Most of them are concerned about their next meal like me. Biotic Farm or Organic Farm might have freedom of experiments for some resourcefully retired social servants: I only see a market driven place where they symbolically talk about ambar charkha and Khadi is costlier than a T-shirt.

6. Grain is costlier than the market grain and by a huge margin. It’s for officers. Not for common people. Same about milk. I requested for a small amount of cow’s milk and I was immediately denied. Anyone with a handsome income would get milk, vegetables or a place to rest. Not a real nomad or vagabond or a common man.

7. I asked the secretary about her salary. 3000 rupees. All whispered together: it was that amount a decade ago. Why would she tell a lie is definitely my business as far as searching for the Truth is concerned.

8. Ask anyone for help. Be anyone’s apprentice: it’s a temporal experience. They are running to fulfill a command. They’re rushing to make ends meet. They would like you to work their way. They don’t see any other way. Not that there’s not any other way. If they let you run your course: nothing would be left for them to partake in the main course.

9. Tried breaking some stones. Registered some titles in library. Learned a bit about Thrasher and Cutter.

10. The person employed to take care of farm as it’s the harvesting season, told me that he uses much advanced technology on his farms. Compare it with Israel, Canada and America. Why are they using outdated technology here if farming is the main source of income for this non-government organisation?

11. The cook thinks that it’s a government run organization. In an anecdotal conversation she told about the previous secretary who told him about her post being permanent. This all is given by government. I told her about the cook in our house who gets as much salary as she does with less number of hours. She then told about her struggle and other duties she performed painstakingly to reach where she has reached today: Aspiring to get a roof to her house.

Image courtesy: Gandhi Smarak Nidhi Chhatarpur Madhya Pradesh 471001. Captured by dancinglightofgrace.

Twilight Again!

Birds are returning to their nests. Parrots mostly. Eleventh Moon is shining in Taurus just above my head. Sounds of prayers from nearby temples and mosques.

The granary has expanded a bit. Not as much as needed yet. I picked up the scrapped grass and threw it away. A trolley full of pigeon pea is resting before me to be unloaded here.

The conversation with Nadine was uplifting yesterday. Semantics, delusion and further delusions: then their shattering one by one has been the story of my Odyssey here on WordPress. While the poet of highest order disappeared and wouldn’t resurface no matter what: another fish in the cave seems to want to swim to that side of shore. And yet another won’t change her profile picture even after four years. Or has it been lesser. They create black holes. Then bit of scaling. Then return to black holes.

If this Faatima was that Faatima: she won’t believe that one morning in 2016 i hardly had anything else but her words to hang onto. Some scarecrow images. And her words as unicorn images of a safe haven which leads me where?

Here! This is the culmination of all my searches. All my seeking and journey. Nectar of immortality. Don’t tell them they would banish us. Then there is three of us…four of us… countless trillions of us…how lovely to be nobody…

How fluid to watch the dance and play the game.

Twilight