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Three Chepla Birds!

1. I bowled 120 balls today. I had a plate of waterballs from Mahajana Chaat Bhandaar. The discussion he was taking part in had something to do with his son : it had a twelve hours shift and it seemed like a moral discussion. Usually it’s crowded on his shop : I thought of eating water balls and it was vacant: he asked if I needed to have those dry. I said yes. They were crunchy and I was hungry. As I started walking afterwards-couple of boys were talking about 12 overs and eight overs. Come to think of it: while this day was a success: I have a headache right now. I saw that old water pot which is called ‘matka’ in Hindi( as a verb it means ‘to dance’ and it’s used with Kamar or waist). Symbolic interpretation: Aquarius broken and Pisces beginning. It indicates : Age of Pisces. I saw three Chepla birds: they were the birds I witnessed near Delhi Public School in my longest walks. Automatic photographic memory. The guy from Bijawar who was playing the ball with me told: it is found in abandoned places. I consider it to be a Twilight Zone bird. A bird related to end of times. The room where I take the morning class has an aquarium. The uncle of the kid who teaches dance in his academy had separated a few fishes from rest of them. This whole paragraph has series of events around number twelve or three or Pisces.

2. Prashant Khare was calm today. When I used to wander the streets and spend time in the stadium in Summers in the year 2018: he was one of the homeless people who had a unique presence. He was somehow projecting his presence from a long distance. It didn’t happen with others. Politicians and others were infamous and used banners or goons as promoters. His presence was unique and once I offered him a tea with biscuits in a shop outside the stadium. He was detached. Strangers like him are rare. Dhaniram is one of them. Prashant was working for a chicken shop before but now he’s working for a tea shop.

3. Dhaniram was drawing circles with a piece of red brick. I have not seen a better showman or madman around this city in the last three years. Madmen there are many. Charlatans there are many. People working in theater are many. What makes him unique? I don’t know. Today: couple of people asked me the address of civil line: they had come from Ishanagar. The first time I went to visit the Shiva Temple in Ishanagar: it was difficult. Returning: I saw the old hawker of Navabharat and then Dhaniram who knew that I had been on a journey. He knew the moment I spoke to him. A juice seller told me: “he had accidentally demolished some monument devoted to a deity and since then he went mad.” I really don’t know more than that. He likes to dress well and changes garbs as per seasons. Adept he’s : but whether he belongs to the Truth realm universe or if he’s related to saint Sharir is a mystery yet. Where does he keep his clothes? I can’t follow him for long: it would certainly violate some boundaries: especially as I don’t have enough food or energy to spare in the research.

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Netflix

1. Ghanshyam Das Birla was concerned about the money being wasted on capturing his images. Photographic plates were costly in those days. He was accompanying Gandhi on his trip to London. It doesn’t happen in Europe. Only in India: patrons of saints considered themselves fortunate. Da Vinci died on lap of king of France but he never had any peace of mind. Effectively : Gandhi also had no stretched peace of mind. Who am I to judge his mind? The point is: all technology is the scientific sheath: Matrix and magic shows. If souls are countless Sparks of fire from my being and if there’s infinite inexhaustible energy: why worry about minimalism? Certainly premise is solid but temporarily you always find: picture is imperfect: it can be improved. More the merrier. Even the one who sleeps on footpath has better availability of technology, books and like than many kings of past centuries or so has been fed into our minds. Iron Man Tetsuo: we are breathing in technology. Electricity. Smoke.

2. The book of cartoons on Gandhi: extract from which was published in the previous post is an amusing study of how international media looked at Gandhi. A picture is worth thousand words: therefore that book by Navjeevan Trust Publishing is worth thousands of books. I finished reading it in a single short sitting : yet, multiple sittings might reveal deeper information. Only animals which have been used in depictions: humans, lions, goats, monkeys. Britishers were only influenced by the mass appeal Gandhi had. It was number game then. It’s number game now. Churning of oceans, churning of minds, generation of ambrosia and poisons. Gods direct the show, build the platforms and execute it: they keep the nectar and the venom is given to demons who know nothing better. This is an eternal game played by angels and demons in the royal court of God-head. The serpent is torn and it has to eat its tail. It can’t continue to eat it forever: so it leaves it and some of its offsprings escape who also do the same business.

3. While the Chandragupta Maury’s guru Chanakya had a name Vishnugupta and he kept a tuft: his name Kautilya means “one who is crooked.” His treatise is akin to China’s military general’s treatise : “The Art of War.” I was teaching Madhya Pradesh Board’s Hindi Special to a seventh standard student: the chapter fifth tells you about the ancient Ujjayini: it was ruled by Chandragupta Vikram. How come: Vikramaditya has been named as Chandragupta ? It’s a mystery. I often think that rulers like Chandragupta gaining immortality disguised themselves in their clans and reappeared in form of modern rulers. It’s a tricky business. The question arises: what about the galactic core. What about infinite space. Why all this war for this tiny planet when there are countless universes? Or was it all a lie: like the movie Dark City tells so beautifully.

4. Missus Rathore paid hundred rupees. I bought milk worth twenty rupees and a bread packet worth ten rupees. I also had a plate of poha worth ten rupees and drank water on three handpumps. My time in the library was worth it as I was not busy. The next class is by three thirty in the noon. I bowled twenty bowls. Sun is still harsh. I might have worked to create rains but then hounds come after me. I have limited my hours outside. The supernatural series had a wonderful depiction of heaven and hell and since I watched its many seasons : I do miss it at times. I can’t afford Netflix.

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Mr. Gandhi And Goats.

MR. GANDHI AND THE GOATS

Don’t disappoint your goats, Gandhiji.

Don’t disappoint your goats.

They are longing to see Old England.

And have booked by the train and boats.

So do not be unkind, Gandhiji.

Don’t put a sob in their throats.

If You have to stay behind Gandhiji,

Do let us welcome the Goats.

–Daily Mail.

Note: Gandhi’s preference for goat’s milk was a subject of amusement to foreign journalists and cartoonists unfriendly to the political objectives he championed. What was simply a question of diet for Gandhi was elevated into a cult by his detractors. Here is a Poy of the Daily Mail, London, noted for its baiting of Indian nationalism and nationalists, having a jibe at him at the time of preparations for the round table talks.

Gandhi in Cartoons, Navjeevan Trust Publishing, Copyright 1970.

Courtesy: Library Gandhi Smarak Bhavan, Chhatarpur, Madhya Pradesh.

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Jainism Salutations!

1. Jin in Jainism is different from Islamic Djinn: just to clarify the vocabulary. First one means: highest enlightenment. Second is a term for fiery beings who can fulfill a few wishes and the English word ‘genius’ comes from genii or Djinn. The way bramhins keep tuft resembles the way genii is portrayed in Disney world movies made on Arabian nights. J. R. R. Tolkien’s portrayal is slightly different.

2. The tradition of fivefold salutations in Jainism :

2.1: Salutations to Arhats or Arihants.

2.2: Salutations to Siddhas.

2.3: Salutations to Aryas.

2.4: Salutations to monks (sadhus).

2.5: Salutations to Upadhyays (fit to teach).

In the first category belong: teerthankaras like Mahaveera and Rishabhdeva: Rishabhdeva is discussed in Bhagvata Purana too. Mahaveera is considered a historical personality. Jainism clearly denies personal gods. To put Buddha, Padmasambhava or Vallalar or even Patanjali into the category of Arhat might be the violation of the foundation of Jainism.

In the second category come all those who are adept in achieving their ends. Usually Hindu texts talk about eight fold opulences and nine-fold vehicles. But Marvel and DC comics do a better job at describing supernatural powers . A perfect adept has mastery over all such opulences. Reviving the deads: as done by Vaasudev Krishna, Sundrar and other Nayanmars along with Tailanga swami or Gorakshnath and creation of new heavens like Vishwamitra or Vashishtha can be considered as depiction of perfect adept status.

In the third category : all those who created Vedas and Vedanta. Those are the same people who have been called Mahajana in Mahabharata written by Vyasa. It’s strange: Saadhu or monk who doesn’t need salutations : who is on peak of peace: one who doesn’t affect others like Laotzu: isn’t even as good as Arya. Perhaps Laotzu belonged to Arhats. Clearly: those who earn interest on loans given as debt to help people in need are not beyond the Karma.

Even if you are given a sum on zero percent interest rate: you constantly carry a load of worries on your shoulders: worry about paying it back to the one who gave it to you. Loans are bad. Time is the biggest interest. Learn from Benjamin Franklin. A slight delay in the payment and value is lost. Hence: those who call themselves “Mahajan” are not really the ones Vyasa might be calling worth emulation. If he indeed did so: even Bhagvata tells that his son was a Paramhamsa and he was a Hamsa: it puts him in the category of adepts only and not Arhats. Shukadev might be Arhat like Vallalar.

Any institution which gives you loans is run by devil. It has been proven beyond doubt. All those details which are not revealed completely : come biting you. Same with contracts: jobs, marriages and so on. Look at me: I gained adept status but merely to earn a livelihood I had to beg for money. The money which should have been paid for my labours: wasn’t given by these people who are timekeepers and earn interest on gullible people. Not just earning it: they have elaborate networks which trap you so deeply that you can never sleep well. One loan after another. One luxury item after another. Janaka was free from debts: so was Ashtavakra.

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Noises

1. Shailendra said that he would pay me three hundred rupees by the fifteenth of October.

2. Haigo girl said: the new batch might begin by twentieth. It’s seven fifty rupees per month for two hours of work everyday with four children. It’s after I have sought employment earnestly for over a year. How come: all through my life: being earnest didn’t fetch me a decent livelihood. And now it’s afterlife: heaven one day and hell another day. Yet: I don’t deserve to have even the information technology which is available to people who can’t read either Hindi or English. Gandhi was given a donation by certain family: it was in Bengal. He said ” it’s meagre.” I understand him now. He said ” my stomach is India’s stomach.” He had a flat stomach. His India became India of Modi and Ambani. You know what kind of stomach they have. Same with Rajneesh: he had a big stomach. If Gandhi meets me: he would know that there are people who lived much more frugally than he ever did. And that too when I take a decent bath whenever I need to. Khaadi is too costly. Let Gandhi Smarak Bhavan not pretend about Sarvodaya. What kind of Sarvodaya have they really been up to? Buying a 300 rupees set of lower and t-shirt I can’t dare to sieve them or replace them for six months with the kind of income I have. And it’s after I have been teaching English and Hindi for aeons(eons?) Very few people have a better vocabulary than mine. And that results in getting less than what people on poverty line get: about seven thousand rupees per month. If I had a decent income: I would have spent it on buying balls, porn and getting as much of internet, books as I wanted or visiting places where I don’t need to see Bundelkhandi for a certain amount of time or not even Indians or people from Earth. I don’t understand this ergonomics so I keep these notes to come back to: once I am wiser they would be handy.

3. I measured the distance on feet: the distance between the schools number two and number one. Between the dustbins placed by the municipal corporation. When I walk on the side of stadium: on platform or on footpath: it came out to be a whopping sixty steps! Whopping because previously it was one fifty steps. When I measured it on side of schools: it came in the usual range. What does this experiment mean?

4. Interpretation: it might mean many things. But it’s a proof for this reality being a dream and an in-between. Sadly: I can’t do as I please. Money doesn’t grow on trees. Everything is getting costlier. I have proven to multiple witnesses: Rahul, Umang, Paras, Saarthak and Aakash: about height being variable. It’s not just my height. It’s everyone’s height. Thus: the distance covered by my feet varies and measurements can’t be constant between two dustbins. This is maintained in a way by spacetime agents. If I do something extraordinary: something which was neither done by me before nor done by anyone among my acquaintances: in the scientific layer(sheath): it accompanies an extraordinary amount of work by people around me. As if: if I am witnessing something which is akin to magic or miracles: a similar amount of work should happen in my physical surroundings as well. Ennui has gone. If I were to tell an exact date: it was after I came across kabbalists and decided to work on my own liberation in a scientific manner. It was after I had prayed for euthanasia. I stopped talking about euthanasia when I realized that I had been dying countless number of times. When people tremble uttering the name of death: I had counted its teeth. In cities: it was: heads of families, heads of cults, goons, maafias, sellers of women and police. In emergency: it was military and grocers who sold things at very high prices. In towns: it was cults and shamans. Doctors versus healers. Black magicians. Mantrics. Etcetera. Boredom was a prime problem in my life for almost a decade. I found a way out via Vallalar. It was after I was enough mature to get initiated by a master. I couldn’t comply with his rigid code advocating celibacy especially when he was way more fat than a master should be. Tailang Swami of Kashi was an exception but Hathayogin do consider it a flaw if you have an excessive amount of water in your body. I began counting. Counting the events generated helped me sail my boat out of misery. Though I kept returning to same dark nightmares where nearest and dearest were hell bent on sucking life force out of me. It took all my training to stay healthy and free from these demons. And a model like Vallalar: unparalleled in the history of last two hundred years. Gandhi and Vinoba can’t even touch his shadow. Nobody including Ramakrishna or Jiddu can claim for the perfection he presented in his verses. If Vallalar is the greatest myth: if there’s no victory over death, decay and aging. Then: all institutions fall. Education falls. Dharma is dead. Nobody can ask me to do anything for there’s no reference book.

5. In conclusion: I achieved a great understanding of spacetime. I became popular without trying hard to be. I wanted to be rich but it somehow eludes. It’s akin to selling your soul which you had mortgaged to some other claimant a long ago. Most rapid flowering happened after I drank ambrosia in November and December of 2014. Thus: ambrosia and awakening via logos did have something miraculous but it couldn’t fetch me a real crystal palace. A place where I could stay without noise for as long as I needed to. A place where only Divine melodies ring. No human voices whatsoever, no demonic or Divine voices. No disturbances of any kind visual or otherwise exist: this eluded me. Thirteen years and counting for silence. For indefinite undisturbed peace where I have perfect control of my environment. That tells you: if I served any gods or chanted any names: it resulted in zilch. Zilch full of noises. Noises repeated ad infinitum ad nauseum.

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Resonance and Sonorous Son!

1. I had a very subtle inkling of what was happening when I used to go to see ranking boards. It was a rare thing to get qualified for Resonance coaching institute in Kota, Rajasthan. The first systematic sacrifice, the first awakening, the first realization, the very first systematic invention of rhythmic breathing, reading Osho because the usual acharya wasn’t available. It looks like it was many centuries ago. The whole gamut included: Raj Bapna. Dr. Win Wenger. Richard Bandler. Uncle who sold his blood to complete his college (words borrowed from old sibling) . Bansal. The Great American dream. Astrologers in my neighborhood and family. Uncles who bet on me. Etcetera. One Usha Shukla’s husband had daring to think that my losing weight was result of being in a bad company. Another good jolt was given by one mister Khare who is still not worth being talked about. Another friend who was cunning, calculative and had his father in bank : he was a miser and kept his appetite in check so that later he might buy some toys for his kids to be and show them off on Facebook. I heard from him only once or twice until he had things to show off. The nightmare I had: the Vaitaal being played by Umang’s grandfather who had to become a great black hole later on. And my being unable to realize that my goblin father was eaten up way too earlier than I thought. I was an alien there and an alien here. An alien everywhere. Never enough smart, never enough wealthy, always in want. R3—R4—R5—R6—R7. What was happening? Bench to stool to tasting death. Why did that guy tell: ” I saw a dream that you died!” I later reflected on the event with the Hawaldar Murlidhar: I had indeed died. Perhaps he didn’t know it then. Maybe he did. It served as a great pointer to note that a new life began. I was creating rains without knowing it. And ironically: later I thought I needed to help people who had no rains or lack of them. How long it takes to grasp mystical from the viewpoint of human beings who reincarnate. It might be an hour or a minute for higher beings or nothing at all : from a standpoint where time doesn’t exist. Instead of reading “how to stop worrying and start living;” I should have been reading “The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying”: if its purest version existed which had no emblems from Robert Thurman. That would have been more useful than Osho : his half baked versions of Buddhism. That would have been better than Rao sir’s repeated exhortation about IQ. If I didn’t have the intelligence quotient to get coached: I shouldn’t have been admitted. But they had a big business to run which was started by Nehru and English people. I was not given admission into the fourth class in the school because I only knew twenty something words because that was the range of vocabulary my household or orphanage had: Foster kids home : where they are beaten and systematically raped for trinkets. Until they develop the Stockholm syndrome. They haven’t known any better. Resonance: means living together of people in harmony.

2. It’s a light show here. I bowled 101 times. A few guys joined to practice and field. It was fun though I wondered if I needed to move over to another place. It’s as much of running as I would have done after many months. Old hard work comes like gift or wisdom recollection to help me. It was something similar then: a few jokes by school mates who couldn’t really develop as good a bowling action or speed as I did. For many years. But I forgot everything else in pursuit of superiority. The reason: genuine venom in their jokes. That I didn’t have a round arm action; that I was a chucker: in turn I poured the same venom in my blog article ” a generation of chuckers”: standard actions and what is considered good is set by civilization and zeitgeist and we hurry up to follow through. Until we get tired and retire to see others do that.

3. Son means ‘sound’ as a root form. If extrapolation was right: all goldsmiths should have sound health. No male pattern baldness or aging. The essence is created by the word. The greatest son of father means there is only one son who is the holy Spirit or Logos. He’s the Archon or One of the seven archons. Yesterday I read about Saturn eating up all its male children and Jupiter being saved by Juno in the Greek myth. Add ouroboros or draconid axis to that: the serpent forms a circle and only those who move out of the circle are spared their life. I really don’t want any children to read this as it’s going to give them nightmares but perhaps Jai knows more than this already. My father’s aunt who was one of many tenants used to tell these stories. In some ways: she was more kind than the actual investors. Or it seems from a distance. Like those teachers who created some fond memories: some moments where I felt that I was special or deserving: not realizing the gravity of things to follow: perhaps nobody does that.

4. A written record by Vallalar in the year 2020 was better than a promise made by the teacher who initiated me in 2014. It might be that both were false promises : but the adept status was not claimed by anyone else in such a way after him. And if there is Truth in anything : his must be the final or best to be on the public record without having been suppressed. Lack of popularity can easily be understood by the argument given in favor of beings like Buddha and Gandhi: that they were emanation bodies of a Truth body which had already attained perfection in some other dimensions. Icons for “lokasangraha.” That stands true for all celebrities and if I see bazillion people ahead of me in queue to attain perfect liberation: the tall claims of Vallalar fall flat. It can’t be time or gaining merits via charity. It’s the conclusion I reached via gnosis in 2007. I found that making lists was like using needle in place of sword. It was a puzzle posed by the person who took me to get initiated by the Surati Sabd Yoga master. I couldn’t fathom the mandala scheme for many years until the parallel universes and time travel was understood clearly. I can say: I have a firm unshakable understanding of those two with actual memories of having travelled in time as well as memories being overwritten multiple times. But: I still don’t have a machine which would immediately take me to an old age or a future one. There are barriers which need immense reservoirs of energy to be done away with completely. There are factions: countless: trying to do the same thing. The great time still remains a challenge. Completely timeless beings haven’t met me as friends. People who have no pride for being immortal, young, immune to decay, aging or death(fear). I am waiting. To see beings with countless heads and hands. Giant snakes. Etcetera.

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For a few pennies more!

1. Missus Rathore told me that she was only going to pay hundred rupees. Why? Because her child stopped coming to my class and didn’t let me know for four days. Further: she would only pay by the month end. It’s like this: leave whenever you want to. Your tutor calls you but you don’t attend the call and when you finally decide to pay him after a fifteen days delay: it’s as per your whim: counting from the day you decided to leave the tuition. Wasn’t she in on it? If not: she should take a greater responsibility for her child’s whimsical behavior. And though her child said that it was his classmate slowing him down: it was their combined decision to give up on the class. He was the one who brought the weaker student. My fault was to pay enough attention to the weaker one. To teach them to write proper Hindi and English and to teach using a reference book which is used by the Central Board of Secondary Education. They were on some different mission and three months was enough long to understand their aptitude. It happens. If my fifty rupees are eaten by a party : it only proves that I can be conned. Repeatedly.

2. I bowled 40 times in morning. It was an exercise good enough to make me sweat. As I was entering the class: a baby who had seen a monkey as per her mother’s account was running towards her elders with a smartphone in hand. I recalled Ramana Maharishi’s ‘monkey’ episode(vervet) from his collected conversations. I AM THAT I AM.

3. All the advocate of ethics who come running after you to make you retire from your comfortable abode of peace and to strive after pennies are never found around when it’s time to pay remunerations. A moustached guy was asking for mustard oil. For no fault of moustached guy or oil merchants. King Bhoja and Gangoo the oilman.

4. There was trimming of branches of trees everywhere by the electricity board. These branches were obstructing wiring.

5. The mature student who took part in the discussion on hereafter wanted to rest today.

6. I never thought that my writing would be dedicated to collection of pennies. To count the rice grains donated and to count the number of jobs where I meet with same people: who lack discipline to learn and who are unwilling to pay enough money. There is no subsidy for internet recharge. No free instantaneous PAN card creation. No real jobs which pay you for your skills. Only exploitation. My mother and her colleague as well as so called father exploited my services : in their school and for other purposes : giving pennies as well as calling names in loud voices. They are already roiling in their filth. More to follow them soon. I asked them to keep business of education separate from business of cleavage. They couldn’t.

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Death is dead!

1. It’s a strange place I have reached. Whereas the most abstruse of spiritual and political topics seem like back of my left hand: my everyday life is a life of dire poverty. My net worth is three hundred and twenty rupees and I am waiting to receive my due fees from three parties.

2. World Food Programme received Nobel Peace Prize: though they are as rigged as Cricket Matches : I am happy that some charity does happen on their behalf : and since I spend some time everyday-playing Free Rice game: I feel like I deserve some rice when I eat it. Not because what I have donated recently is enough to feed many children: it’s a meagre one kilogram : but I am extremely popular. Despite being hidden. Despite being a blogger who has only hundred followers who were not bought by liking in return or by using flattery: I did wait for the count to reach to 100 from 90. By then, all previous ailments, which are merely memories were dropped. Blogger’s World survived but didn’t thrive. A Blogger blog which had utmost honest accounts of how Corona originated (it originated when I was enjoying the Chinese porn): survived. I am happy for World Food Programme. I do need some institution or organization which really does what it says.

3. Maria Mata Convent High School doesn’t. Its T is italicized. Mafos. Logos. All the same. Red Cross? I don’t know. I was a star advertiser : then I was not eligible as a teacher. I was eligible to be butchered collectively in another school: Sanskar Public. The main problem is: I don’t understand why such a prestigious institution encroached such a big amount of public land on a road. Secondly: the same was done by Choubey Nursing Home. And after many months of news reports in 2018 : nothing ever happened. Voices are suppressed : efficiently. I would give you an offer you won’t be able to resist. Marlon Brando/Al Pacino/Robert De Nero? It doesn’t matter. You’re a Warner Bros: stay mum. Anand Hero? Yarmulke? It’s time to shine. Put a drunk man near collector bungalow. What is news? Even collector bungalow encroached public road. Do you have courage to bulldozer that land? Or is it only poor people like me?

4. Sampat had problems with my cleaning the field. My neighbors had bigger problems. And why? Because it’s always a problem. Sampat didn’t know that her name means what her grandchild’s name meant: “vaibhav” : opulence. It was the same name which was inserted into me when I was dying after having my heart stopped. Satyam was present in two such episodes with me. Galla Mandi: Ganesh: and then playing the ball in the academy. Jai Tripathi called it out like the child who saw emperor’s clothes: is it a bhoot bungalow sir? Sampat only had a colony of ghosts in her house. She was rude then and even more rude in parting. She was the second lady after the secretary of Gandhi Smarak Nidhi who employed me: but they were never as clear as I was: they mixed money with cleavage while I wanted them to keep them distinct. I was supposed to be paid for my honest labours. The kids I taught didn’t let me teach. They were mostly nuisance makers. I did my best but in the end: you are not being paid because we had to spend time preparing tea for you. You know what: I had five ghosts in my house: they channeled countless ghosts and you’re not new. Maybe you’re more connected to elite of the town: being a Chaturvedi and all. Who is Bhajju Goswami? Is he same as Gyanesh Or is he a different version. He was more of a friend and we did play chess but he disappeared.

5. It has been six months. I was beaten by a black commando and police. Why? Because I was walking towards a library. I was composing with a slut who thought she was a goddess. I was commenting on heir apparent winking at cheat apparent. The policeman didn’t know where Gandhi Smarak Bhavan is and yet had a right to beat me. Isn’t it logical that since that beating didn’t change the disease and didn’t control the community spread and the Maximilian Muhammad farci: all draconid constellation rulers be soon brought to justice? Will it make me happy that same treatment is given to president, prime minister, or all goons? Will it make me happy that all traces of this civilization disappear for good? I really don’t know the root cause. What can I say? I see beggars vying for attention all around me.

6. What did I learn this year? It’s Autumn. Now deciduous trees mean something else: they don’t make me recall whores. They merely tell me that I have sacrificed myself as many times for the Truth as the leaves falling from trees. I see crows, pigeons, mules, bulls, pigs, dogs and humans: they all have a different meaning to me. This was the greatest year ever!

7. I still long to see thousand hooded serpent. Giant lizards. Aliens. Grays. Sirians. Vulcans. Orions. Etcetera. Where are my countless clones? Exact replicas with whom I may spend time without noise? How long do I need to serve logos before I am rewarded with a noise proof room where I have perfect control for as long as I need it. If no such thing exists: logos is powerless and fake.

8. Where are gods and goddesses with thousands of heads. Not the mystical version of people cooperation. No. If you rattle psyche of children for aeons : by telling them stories about them: you should show something real. Instead: you invent new ways of torture:

9. Celibacy. Sexuality. Marriage. Ethics. Parents. Police. Neighborhood. Shamans. State. Taxes. Outcastes. Incomplete education. Sleep deprivation. Malnutrition. Adulteration of food. Using electricity, internet and other wiring to adulterate music of spheres. And add goons, maafia as well as Mahajan to that: if everyone is indebted to some greater Lord: why do I need to bear the cross everytime?

10. Advertisement carry more knowledge than news reports. Imagination is more powerful than knowledge. I was a slave. Then I thought I was free. Then I was initiated by another Inder who imposed some impossible to fulfill conditions like a diary: what a fake institution. Then: back to Nayanmars who claimed perfect enlightenment merely by chanting omamashivaay. Here precedence was given to rudraksha bearers by primeval Lord? What’s so special about a tree, stone, hair, bones, DNA? Anki and Anlil.

11. Amitabh. Western Buddha verse. Piyusha Patel: only person who asked me earnest philosophical questions in the last year. Only a few meetings. Mere confirmation that I hadn’t forgotten the names and teachings: Jiddu, UG, Eckhart, Nisargadatt, Buddha, Padmasambhava, Nanaka, Rama, Vaasudev, Vyasa, Ramananda, Muhammad, Moses, Ramalinga, Patanjali and Gandhi. Foundation course: Shriram Sharma. Osho. Kripaluji. Satya Sai Baba. Baba Ramdev. I wondered if Asharam, Ram Rahim and Rampal etc were merely adept actors or something of order of solitary confinement did happen to me. I was deprived of sleep, food and given shock treatment by gray aliens in the darkest nights. Let it be known to all who read: Death is dead. Covid is dead. Dick Laurent is dead.

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To Call A Spade, A Spade!

1. I had a bath and a meal. I bought a red colored tennis ball worth fifty rupees ( ‘Bailey’ company )from Chetan Sports and Science gallery.

2. My student who couldn’t join me for the evening practice today had recommended to buy one costing twenty rupees but it was not available on that shop. I practiced with the synthetic ball for 40 iterations, then I decided to buy the tennis ball because otherwise the owner of the ball would have come collecting taxes. I counted sixty balls in total. Morning routine should have catching practice and evening routine should have bowling practice. As a general rule: if you don’t own a bat you shouldn’t aspire to bat. Most of the kids who join the academy pay thousand rupees entry fee, then they need to pay five hundred rupees per month, expenses for kit, bats and bowls are additional.

3. Needless to say: only elites play Cricket. Children of Mafia, Illuminati and land owners. If I am allowed anywhere near them it’s a privilege with much vigilance. The secret police is always inside stadium and around schools. The previous such unlock happened when it was assembly election. As soon as the election was over they again brought curfew like situation. This relaxation: freedom to roam around and play while I can only manage to drink half a kilogram of milk everyday for only next ten days with what I have: is because of the elections. People should feel that Madhya Pradesh government which came in power by buying candidates, and the greatest tyranny since Indira Gandhi as well as city goons are keeping well by only spitting once or twice gutka shakers unite.

4. Plastic got banned. Gutka got banned. Porn got banned. Ladies are safe until media pursues a suicide case. Pranav Pandya: the head of Gaytri Pariwar was facing charges of sexual assault and the case was on fast track. Now nobody knows what happened to the case. Now all of a sudden it’s a deluge of sexual assaults in news : as if all the rapists have been unleashed together.

5. To have yourself inspected : to be observed like I have been observed might have sounded like a real thing. All charges fall if I have a little of music. And it tells me how discordant and full of puss are those mouths : air coming out from which is no better than fart. Useless pathetic faces which have no other job but to encroach other’s property, violate their rights and to exercise unrighteous Dominion over others. People who use all devices merely to try mind control by depriving you of sleep, food and basic security. Such manipulation is from people who are already in hell of their collective making but think that they are in heavens. I kept wondering : the very people whom I try to educate and enlighten: the people very near to me who pretended to like me and even adore me were behaving like enemies : then it was all of them. I was absolutely infamous and for no reason but because I was being myself. I couldn’t have been anything else. This was my destination: to call a spade, a spade.