1. What comes afterwards puzzles me. It’s a mystery. The infinity aspect of it is an assurance against boredom and it also confirms that loops which bore are essentially because of ignorance.
2. Ignorance and darkness seem like highest knowledge but there’s a difference. The enlightenment can’t be apprehended fully by human faculties of reason. All that we know is tiny compared to what lies beyond. It’s proven in our life journeys as we move forward. Same holds true for humanity.
3. What if past is a total oblivion in every step of journey : merely leaving instincts and impressions which help us complete that step and the rest is squelched because it’s considered burden for memory. It means we live in black boxes where both future and past look like complete mysteries. These mystical parts attract our attention. It’s prime motive for all seeking and adventure. Memory and its limitations.
This date creates a numerical palindrome: 21022021. It adds up to 1.
1. The day began with a recommended tweet from someone who claimed to have launched satellites in Moon and Mars missions. Her GPA was 2.4 and she moulded herself to become a celebrity. I only moulded her tweet which had grammatical errors: perhaps, typos. I replied her. She didn’t get back to me. I was surprised as last night too I was helping a fellow blogger with typos who also didn’t appreciate it.
2. Walked for an hour. Skipped softy.
3. Sweeped library, verandah and the space around Gandhi statue. There were leaves. Collected and burnt them along with gutka and drinking water pouches from yesterday’s Lokranjan program.
4. Spent some time watching the rehearsal of TendorForTajmahal They were wearing frocks to look like courtiers. It was hilarious to see them. The play is supposed to be funny so I guess they’re successful.
5. Watched GlengarryGlenRoss. It didn’t impress me as much this time. The title and the starcast is intriguing. The plot is depressing.
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6. With every passing day I feel hopeful towards afterlife. None of my convictions are actually convictions. They don’t last. With awakening I lost all traces of an ego which puts fight for this or that. I clearly see reasons for human behaviour. I try to convey my views politely if it’s in a one-on-one conversation. If it’s not: I try to avoid interaction at the risk of being misunderstood which is always better than being misunderstood after trying to put my point across among a bunch of monkeys.
7. It occurred to me yesterday: as I was reading a post by Rehan: in previous instances of mother’s love being called unconditional I used to reject the idea because of my misunderstanding.
Mother’s love is unconditional within the set of mother-child. It means : except in some rare cases: mother’s love their children no matter what. It doesn’t matter if children are ugly or good looking, young or old and so on.
Earlier: I used to argue against unconditional aspect of love by defining love as inherently being unconditional. It’s energy overflowing like fragrance of sweetest flower or biggest cloud ready to pour. If it’s not for all it’s not love. Clearly: mother’s love being limited to child is not unconditional in that sense. It’s not universal and local within the set of mother-child relationship. To call it unconditional love is appropriate. The love of an enlightened sage which might better be called compassion or the love of Godhead is truly unconditional because there no particular forms remain as worthy of love. It’s all encompassing.
8. I have decided to put down Aditi and other deities in Veda by MP Pandit. I have almost completed it in about two months. I got it issued on December 24th. Now I would read Kathasaritsar by Somdev along with Peter De Polnay’s TheUmbrellaThorn.
2. As I cleansed the rack before I sat to register books this noon, i decided to burn the garbage. The wife of the trustee came asking if I was burning new papers regularly. I told her they were old papers. While she’s adept at lying about her income and NGOs functioning, she ensures i am not doing anything unrighteous.
3. Back-from-home farmer is advising another lady wage earner (was that daily wage earner? Slip of lips blips): the milk of newly born baby’s mother is a patent medicine for the pain in ear. The guy then proceeds onto ask if she had tried that as medicine for someone. What’s life without a bit of fun and lewd jokes at workplace is painted on his face. As for payment for my work: they’re all mute.
4. I have limited freedom as a person who is not at least anti-social. I have to prove that on a regular basis.
5. VG visited the premise after a long time. We chatted for a while. I had passed from his office while running for marathon. His house is nearby to big Chhatrasal statue in the village. He said he helped organise the event at that time. I got another opportunity to pass by that place but couldn’t meet him.
6. Sun is shining and cotton clouds are playing in the mild wind. I didn’t take a taxi today. It took me only 27 minutes to reach here which was less than usual. I live in strange spacetime. None of the experiments have monetary value and yet they are valuable in the long run. I manage to live on day-to-day basis.
7. Filled two buckets of water. It involves mounting those buckets on a bicycle with the help of two iron hooks, going to a well, switching on the pump: though there’s no switch and they use jumpers for using switch might make it would be wasted too soon. Then : I come back, put some water into a steel tank which recently got a plastic tap fixed into it.
1. Spent about 30 minutes helping and observing the irrigation system which has pipes, joints and sprinklers. Two motors of different power with one of them having an auto-cut makes sprinklers throw water off to 10-15 feet.
2. Prior to that had lunch.
3. Prior to that spent about twenty minutes sowing coriander seeds in lines adjacent to onion beds.
4. Spent an hour scrapping grass and throwing garbage.
5. About forty five minutes spent on collecting stray polybags, wrappers and pouches which were burnt at two distinct places.
6. Played Free Rice quiz on freerice.com.
7. Pasted labels on almirahs.
8. Published three posts on WordPress including this one. Yesterday I almost finished working on the almirah number 11 anticlockwise. Today I begin with the number 12. It has been a productive day.
Sprinklers and pipes for kitchen garden: Gandhi Smarak Nidhi Chhatarpur Madhya Pradesh
2. Couldn’t bypass conversation of Nachiketa with Yama. The lure of Brahmavidya. I read about it in a book when I was six years old. The word Moksha means liberation. I later developed a vocabulary with at least 40 words for the concept of enlightenment or awakening. Did a guest post on James Harbeck’s blog on the same. The book “Tales From Upanishads,” has been written by Shri Shankar Dattatreya Dev and translated by Shrimati Shakuntala Pathak.
3. Came across Belgian author Matter link’s play Shab-e-taar or Dark Night. The book has been translated by Premchand. The standard preface in Urdu has been rendered beautifully with glossary of terms in the footnote. I clearly recall getting this book issued in the last iteration of registration. I enjoyed it a bit. Premchand was master of Hindu as well as Urdu prose.
4. Another dark night ends. It’s the truth realm. I know the way in and out of it. I had a brief discussion with the librarian as we sat outside his naturopathy clinic. It’s the dawn of the gods as per the Hindu calender.
1. For no bitter history. The network engineer’s instagram handle becomes invisible for me. This note is to keep memory. Maybe she would be back maybe not. The WordPress site is still there if you need to read that NaPoWrMo post or Point Zero.
2. After Nandita and others it’s for the first time that network engineer has become invisible for me. I merely made three comments on two posts. I don’t consider myself to be the cause. Direct or indirect.
1. I began walking systematically again in 2019. I could run a bit last year. The performance is not bad from the viewpoint of that build-up personally for me.
Bib
2. Registered 13 titles in library. The bruises on feet are due to slippers alien to them. Also need to buy new slippers.
1. It took 80 minutes to register 30 titles today. Came across letters by Osho to his patron mother. This book I brought here with a Urdu dictionary. They are in the third almirah clockwise. Udainiya ji and ATM slips mystery is buried in them. Also came across a treatise comparing Premchand with Gorky. By Shachiraani Gurtoo.
2. Completed reading 51 pages of ‘Aditi and other deities in Veda’ by M. P. Pandit. Asked a few questions to lady weeding in the field to get a clearer picture about her life story.
3. It took about twenty five minutes to weed out 80 mustard and carrot grass plants. Strangely: in the row of carrots , potatoes and parsnip –carrot grass and mustard plants were weeds. I tasted some of the mustard leaves. They had oily taste as well as pungent acrid influence on tongue which was beetroot’s effect on throat. I had never tasted a beetroot without its being chopped in form of salad dressing before. I would advise against it to anyone going forward.
4. An hour to sweep and collect garbage, burn it and scrap grass after the meeting. Though they asked for dustbin- they put it outside- they didn’t use it. In effect: they behaved like school kids littering here, tither and yonder. It was also the case with journalists last week. The notice board ‘don’t litter’ or Gandhi’s glasses in ‘Clean India Survey’ can’t bear fruits until we lack discipline. I am supposed to buy two arecanuts which would be enjoyed with tobacco by some family member or the other.
5. Didn’t go to Deendayal Rasoi today. Instead took a nap for half an hour inside library before began working. Couldn’t play free rice either. Watching monkeys was a nice experience. Went to have couple of samose in Sunday market.
1. A bird on a banyan tree dropped a half eaten guava. Guava dropping down from banyan menu. Menu yakeen nai Honda. Hondacity cityride identity typical crisis.
2. Jaggery in January. Gerrymandering. The old man shows me a miracle woodapple. It’s small in size yet ripe.
Ripe elephant apple, money apple, woodapple
3. It took us 27 minutes to complete turning in Shivansh compost preparation method today as there were only four people.
Dancing light of grace 