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China has now risen!

1. MDH head passes away. After Amitabh Bachchan he might have the record of appearing in most number of advertisements on television.

2. I am shown a look alike of Neelu aka Sanat Pandey going towards North, probably to a coaching institute. When he met me he told me that he took interest in me as I was buying some register from a stationery. It’s a similar scene albeit this guy didn’t recognise me at all. Probably an MDH connection with ancient names of Sanat Kumar sages.

3. This morning the left burner of gas outside the kitchen was left open by someone. Normally the fire should have consumed the room when i used the lighter. It didn’t. I wasn’t surprised and causes might be found upon searching but I saw a boy with cylinder and municipal corporation water line was overflowing near Narasimha temple.

4. Scientists known as sages might have created religions and concept of Ishvara. This consciousness was distributed into various names as per the penance or merits like grading of examination papers. Narayana, Hari, Vaasudev, Sanat, Shiv and others might be name and place holders.

5. Each identity interprets or expresses reality as it deems fit. I doubted that the kid i was teaching looked like me. Despite my earnest efforts : I could earn only 1000 rupees per month. It was Kaayvyooha or cloning going on instead of a mere teaching of basics. The family guys want to incarnate in same lineages. The tibetans and Geeta also teach the same. Same old same old. Infinity rising.

6. China bought rice. China has now risen.

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The Blue Bird!

1. It was 23 hours ago. The last post. I am sitting on the same spot. Am I? Herodotus is credited with the quote “you can’t bathe in the same river twice.”

2. Bowled 40 times. 11 hits. Good catching practice as well. There was no juice on juice shop and no poha stall. Two days in a row.

3. I saw two birds. I wanted to take picture. They flew away as I got closer and closer. One of them was a kingfisher with very different blue wings than i have seen so far. It was young. Another was a blackbird which looks like a distant cousin of nightingale.

4. Hockey team is here. I had seen them playing before in my days of struggle. It’s still the same except i am bowling instead of being a mere spectator. There were two girls and nine boys. 232. Abhay was wearing shirt number 3. Abhay is the captain of the team or coach I presume. Chuck dey India. Hockey is India’s national sport. Either it should be given enough funds or Cricket should be made India’s national sport. Abhay tum sangharsh karo ham tumhare saath hain…

5. As my morning breathing, meditation and practice is over, now I should be anxious about money making. I need to buy my daily bread and butter after all. There were three pigeons on a wire. There were three bikers. The morning run is over. Here comes the noon.

Noon boon catamaran choon

Per choon perchance

Prance dance

Pierre Simon Laplace

Placed cede this id

This umber umbrage

Barrage of words without rage

Subterfuge fugue segue garrage

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Morning Role Plays!

1. After the grand success of Shiva-Shakti motors: Adinath motors, Mahoba road, before star of David, the temple of goddess Kaali.

2. First, one of them invites me to play.

3. I tell him that i need to do my everyday bowling practice as I had a very limited time.

4. As I begin practicing: I observe a bowler with a shaved head: a fast bowler. Then, a familiar, tall guy approaches. I had assumed he was in college but he says he’s in school.

5. Dialogue:

AK: Do you live near Mahoba road?

AS: No.

AK: I saw you near Gurudwara.

AS: Yes, I went there on the occasion of 551st Guru Poorab.

( in his mind: why does he pretend to not know me? I clearly remember him seeing me on helipad and he has been coming here for many days.)

Which is your favourite actor?

( I asked him that because he was acting like Krish in the first meeting)

AK: None. I am my own favorite.

AS: Any favourite movies?

AK: No, but I do have favorite cricketers: Virat for example and AB Devilliers.

AS: Which standard are you studying in?

AK: passed tenth, now in eleventh: 94.8 percent marks.

AS: What’s the meaning of ‘panache?’

AK: I have heard that word for the first time.

AS: What’s the meaning of ‘denunciation?’

AK: (with palpable irritation): let me play for now.

AS gets back to bowling. AK is called to bowl. On very first ball the batsman hits in the leg and ball goes outside. The boys go looking for it but come after a long time. Mysterious reasons.

AS continues to ball. 40 balls. 15 hits.

As thinks to himself:

Why did this guy who acted like Krish when Anuj was also introduced pretend to not recognise you until you visited Gurudwara? It’s what Kshetragya is about. An MVM student.

He wanted me to field for him. I said no because I had limited time to ball. His bowling and pronunciation can both be improved. He could have been truthful about having seen me first on helipad.

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Slippery Slippers!

1. A man with shoes, wearing a white kerchief stares for a long time…moves away as i ask. He appeared after my last post was published.

2. A blind man catches hold of me just outside the post office. He requests me to put address of an institution where he’s going to take admission in Indore on an envelope he has:

BCM heights, Vijay Nagar, 452010(Atmalochan Parisar, scheme number 54, Behind Bombay Hospital)

Mahesh Drishtiheen Kalyan Sangh

3. I put the address on envelope and he takes me before the counter where Akanksha sits.

4. Next he asks me to give him twenty rupees for fare. I had a fifty rupees note which is used to buy a tea which he drinks as we chat, a peanut snack which we share and then a sandwich followed by a bread packet. My wallet is empty again. My net worth zero.

5. The man told his name to be Vinod Pateria. He is a priest. His father gave all his ancestral property to his elder brother and none of it to him. He lives in Rampur.

6. I had a strong deja vu inside post office. It is only the second time after 2016 November when i went to put a parcel for Pawan Gupta. I felt as if it was the same person who appeared in form of Ashutosh or Bharatendu previously. Is it Indra or Shiva personified or merely my wishful thinking?

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Of medals and posters!

1. 40 balls. Many of them hit the target. A biker almost hit me outside Gaya Prasad Singh entrance.

2. A role-play exercise between Purushottam and Dolly’s father again:

I ordered a glass of juice. He had no change. I ask Dolly’s father for it: he also didn’t have it. I didn’t have change a few days ago: is balance equal?

No. Not really.

When he asked: he knew how much i have in my purse. Almost everyone knows it by now. But when i ask for change and he refused: it means he’s either unwilling to give it, or he’s busy or he hasn’t had as many customers till that time.

Individually: it hurts to have friends and family who debilitate you systematically and keep doing it till the end of eternity. It’s akin to a Kristina Van Hoose who politely said she would take the gift from WordPress to create a site and later forced me to step down from admin post. If my words were wrong then or now: the baby wouldn’t have been revived.

The guy gives you a note with turmeric. I give it to Purushottam. What the fuck is going on here?

3. Three of them in white dress stop by the Saanchi booth as i was buying snacks. One of them orders a Parle G. An auto had ‘sahyatri’ written on it. Prior to that : near collector bungalow: i felt as if autowallah was somehow charging my batteries. I literally felt energy moving up and down my spine. I recall how my knee pain was aggravated by some bikers and sounds in 2018. All your accidents and ailments are results of people designing and planning accidents. People who preach Gandhi and Jinendra but ultimately use iron hammers to hurt.

4. How long have they kept people like slaves here? I see another pretty poster. The offer lasts till you keep mum. Another boy with T-shirt number 35. A match to footballer with “freedom” written on it in stadium some days ago. The offer lasts till you keep mum about fast track hearing. About Vyapam. Fake handicap, fake below poverty line, fake saints.

Else: you will be killed. You will be tortured. You will not be allowed to sleep peacefully. They fucked too much and now you’re responsible for every calamity. Shove that medal down your asshole.

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Sweetest DLOG!

I am glad to have come across you,

Your glance or smile,

Is enough to make one swoon,

And lose their hearts,

To your majesty!

You’re more divine than i could ever conceive,

And yet,

You let me leave,

Without letting me complete,

A masterpiece for your sublime beauty.

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Is Corona a pandemic or religion?

1. As far as i am considered: it’s a religion. Keep your face covered like muslim women and backward indian women. You’re ashamed of being born. You’re ashamed of being a product of copulation in words of Nisargadatt Maharaj aka beedi baba.

2. Hinduism, Jainism, Islam, Sikhism and Christianity are five religions in India. Corona is the sixth religion.

3. I am not a follower of any of the religions written above. Corona is a state sponsored religion.

4. Guru Nanak Dev was born a Hindu. Prophet Muhammad was born a Jew. Jesus was also born a Jew. Buddha was born a Hindu. Why did new religions spring?

5. I foretell creation of a new religion which would supersede Corona. But the followers of Corona would have to marry to reproduce babies. One of those bright ones will be the founder of the religion which would replace prevalent religion Karona. Or maybe AI would create it.

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Morning Run!

1. 40 balls. 8 hits on target.

2. Read newspaper on app. Strangely: all news in this town and around is either about accidents or Lodhi community. And accident signboard has an exclamation mark, like my posts do. Not just one post. It’s entire journalism community of Dainik Bhaskar mocking the prevention of accidents, pedestrians getting killed by bikers. Can it be published selectively? Yes. Can events be executed selectively? You will be surprised.

3. I recalled my match with Abhishek Rajput when we were in school. He used to blackmail me as I had told him my secret. The secret was my fondness for one of my classmates. She was also fond of me for a while she stayed. It wasn’t one sided. I was a nerd. Four or five of them took an oath but then they broke it. He kept using me for assignments and so on. Then one day Abhishek Narayana Sinha went to principal’s office to free me. I don’t know if he really did. He returned with the word from principal’s office:

” Everyone is god’s child, love each other!”

It was a relief.

It all occured in classes between fourth and fifth. We were nine or ten years old.

It was the same school where we used to take this pledge every morning:

“India is my country and all indians are my brothers and sisters.”

All of them married to their sisters and brothers. So will Abhishek. We are all incestuous since the beginning of Adam and Eve.

Once he challenged me for a one-on-one match and I began chanting mantras as I had heard my father chanting. When the match happened: you know who won. It was me. Then again it happened with Mayank Shukla.

The same trait was present in Ankur Tripathi. I was fond of Sanat Jayasurya. He was an explosive opener after 1996 world cup. We were both watching a match when he began beating Shrinath and Prasad: Ankur entered pooja room in his house with rosary beads and the result was Jayasurya getting out on his leg side by Prasad. I called him out of the room. We were fanatics. Hero worship.

It came to my mind as I was bowling this morning. Abhishek went on to become the most educated person in our batch. Despite all odds. I understood value of a post doctoral thesis only after coming in contact with Devika and company. Prior to that I used to consider doctorates to be awarded as favor by college authorities.

Dravid said in an interview that he wanted to pursue doctoral thesis. Later he was conferred those honorifics by some university and it seemed he veered away from his initial goals. Don’t we all?

4. The poha stall guy went for getting change for 500 rupees. The girl disappeared soon. The boys came to check if samose were hot. Old thread with samose. I was doing my job and they were doing theirs. It was Arya, the poster girl outside Ratan Palace yesterday. I recalled it later. She must have put earnest work to reach where she’s. Like Dhaniram who came with another getup and fancy dress. He came the way I had imagined him : once he met me on way with calendars in his hands. It’s second time he asked for poha. He took only a bit.

5. There were people running inside stadium. The stadium is locked. Even girls were allowed. This is the country where Truth wins in the end! Happy Shabbath! Gesture by bikers outside NCC office.

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Thanksgiving 2020

A fellow blogger inspired this post.

1. This year i feel grateful for this black cap that I don on my head. The man sitting on the thela outside stadium near Surya Namaskar statues sold this to me in 70 rupees after bargaining. He asked me what the thing on my right hand’s finger was. I told him about the tally counter which I use to keep track of number of mantras chanted everyday. It was given to me first as an idea by Hare Krishna movement’s Iskcon devotees in Bangalore, in 2011-2012.

2. i feel grateful for this smartphone. This technology which makes it possible to listen music, write and read. It also allows me to capture images and share it with world via social media.

3. i feel grateful to people who worked hard to build this house, this room, this community and space where I can sleep peacefully. i also feel grateful to people who made these clothes that keep me warm in night.

4. i feel grateful to you. The reader of this article. Thanks for your attention. Thanks for being there. Thanks for being yourself. Thanks for holding your ground and principles. Thanks for letting me post on Blogger’s World again(Pam Kirst).

5. i feel grateful to people who created language. Without it there wouldn’t have been this communication possible.

6. i feel grateful to all friends and teachers including Abhishek Rajput who invited me to attend a marriage ceremony while many Ku Klux Klan people were spitting as i passed from streets.

7. i feel grateful to valiant people of Tibet who researched Living and Dying. Coded their experiences in written language without hiding them. i thank Padmasambhava, Shakyamuni, Thich naht Hanh and Dalai Lama.

8. i feel grateful to Saint Rajinder Singh ji who allowed me to get initiated into mysteries of Surat Shabad Yoga in 2014, in July. i couldn’t keep the covenant. Yet i am thankful to Guru Nanak Dev Ji and Kabir along with Ramananda.

9. i feel grateful to bloggers on WordPress who inspired me to read and write verses and prose. Pam, Rashmi, Kristina, Izza, Devika, James, Nandita, Rishuu, Lia.

10. i feel grateful to kabbalists. They’ve the best model of reality elucidated clearly in English language available on internet for anyone who can read and understand.

11. i feel grateful to Vallalar aka Ramalinga Swamikal Adigal. Since 1874, there hasn’t been any other person who attained perfect immortality. His last 101 verses attest to this fact and it was confirmed by a British collector who donated 20 rupees towards the cause. If the account published is false: there remains absolutely no value in anything published online or offline. There remain no teachers or taught. There remain no goals or walks. No play. Nothing. (World Food Programme)

12. i feel grateful to Manikavacchagar, Aandal, Meera and Nayanmars and Alvar saints.

13. i feel grateful to Rama, Krishna, Christ, Muhammad, Moses, Zarathustra and other messengers.

14. i feel grateful to teachers like Pandit Shriram Sharma, Osho, UG, JK, Eckhart, Nisargadatt and others whose books inspired me to strive for my own reality.

15. i feel grateful to auteurs like David Lynch and Christopher Nolan who created movies which define an era. I feel grateful to Hitchcock, Shyam Benegal and others.

16. i feel grateful to creators of finest music in Bollywood, Hollywood and elsewhere: lyricists like Irshaad Kamil, Gulzar, Mazrooh, Neeraj, Jaaved Akhtar and singers like Poppy, Kylie, Kishore, Rafi, Mahinder Singh, Lata, Manna Dey, Mohit Chauhan and Atif Aslam.

17. Bands which created songs like Rasputin (Bonnie M.) and Ketchup song.

18. Entertainers who inspired us: Brian Charles Lara, Mark Waugh, Sachin Tendulkar, Rahul Dravid, Sanat Jayasurya, Courtney Walsh, Curtly Ambrose, Mohammad Wasim, Wasim Akram, Akram Khan, Moin Khan, Dhoni, Jaunty Rhodes, Ricky Ponting and others.

19. Role models like: Gandhi, Nehru, Patel, Mandela, Franklin, Rahul Dravid, Gulzar, Superman, Batman, Iron Man, Supercommando Dhruv, Natarajan, Quan Yin, Quan Yang, Vishnu, Narayana, Vaasudev, Krishna etc.

20. Dancinglightofgrace. Logos.

21. DLOG Artificial intelligence apps.