Commodious Vicus of Recirculation!
Peter Schmies Word Classification Test!
Describe the most ambitious DIY project you’ve ever taken on.
- Peter Schmies Word Classification Test
- I conducted a research into higher human intelligence during 2005-2009 by interviewing many college undergraduates and a few people from industries.
- I continued similar projects even when the Peter Schmies text version of detailed analogies test was no longer available in 2018-2025.
- By returning to basics of pencil and paper with Jeremy Bentham’s Panopticon for Deux Ex Machina: I realised in February, 2025, that it was almost impossible to clear this objective Words Classification Test ( where you needed to guess if words were similar, opposite or you were making a wild guess.)
- Siddhanta: fundamental: words are sounds in the wild without any inherent meaning in them. In other words: it’s difficult to read a dictionary than reading fiction.
- From the viewpoint of a Grammarian , Author or Lexicographer: fiction is merely a context for interpretation of new word roots, new meanings, new associations.
- The first law of remembering and retaining words is to merely repeat it often enough.
- The second law is associating is with many profound ideas.
- Being able to clear Peter Schmies Word Classification Test removes many curses for example.
- Working in some libraries , for example, is almost impossible because of the banned versions or prohibitions.
- During 2018-2025, another strange thing was taking help from James Harbeck, Sesquiotica fame, who had let me publish a guest article on his weblog earlier. I had introduced his work on Blogging101Alumni website sponsored by Automattic.
- Every time I tried to clear the ceiling of 16 errors until 2060, I used to commit a few errors before reaching the score of 1000 on UNWFP Free Rice Vocabulary Test site which was developed by Josh Breen.
- I decided to make these tests open sources in order to crack them as Rick Rosner of Mega Society had indicated in the Mega Society journal.
- During 2025 January and February this bugged website was unable to maintain itself.
- Collins dictionary was only resource which helped.
- Who was Fredrick Berchtold if not Pope?
- Proselytism in the name of education might work in the short run.
- Names are words, like titles, ranks, offices, honours..
- A breakfast, a bed, a milk tea, a mobile charge, a distraction free environment to publish.
- Project Gutenberg, project renaissance, project Sesquiotica for example.
- If Gregg Scott, Jhonson O Connors, Norman Lewis, Ben Zimmer, Language Log guys and Jonathan Swift decide to keep meaning of words like Russel, Harbeck or Whigham: it’s a guild awards Peter Schmies Word Classification Test which is equivalent to Issac Asimov or Mensa Membership in Sweden.
- But you are almost 40. You don’t want to be 14 years old.
- Time Machines. Name Machines. Walking. Friends.
- Was Reservoir dogs an inspiration for the opening sequence for The Dark Knight?. If yes, Nolan shouldn’t be credited as much for originality as for grand execution which works in corporate settings, in family gatherings.
- As soon as Peter Schmies is out you start condemning him.
- As soon as you exhaust Sesquiotica you look for next Laaloo.
- Brown, Black people were frequent flyers. White people were not so.
- Why did my corporate colleague prefer railways? To save himself from heart attacks.
- What’s next?
Perhaps…
The Sunrise! 21.04.2022
What’s unique?
Maybe you would find out after two three months of time here: why music from some phones is more conducive to powers of concentration than others. I was asked to reduce the volume multiple times. That only tells about my lack of discipline.
Luncheon to luncheon!
1. Can you finish a ten rupees white bread packet(usually twelve to thirteen pieces with a twenty rupees lassi?)
Answer: it depends on whether you need to finish it.
2. Why lassi and not tea?
Answer: quantity to soak breads.
3. Why not water and sugar?
Answer: I have tried.
Question: 01: Why department?
Answer: 01: The name is a mockery of red-tapeism.
The image was captured by me today. How much can you read in the facade which is in shape of a scramble?
Question 01: Is it a earthenware made for tea or coffee?
Answer: What do you see?
I hear a nightingale.
Some water on its beak.
A small puppy harrassed by grown ups.
Follows me after midnight.
I don’t know if it’s dead or alive now
I don’t know if it was similar to the puppy that night.
Question 01: Why do I call it Laal Bahaadur?
Answer: 01: Because I watched ‘Peepli Live,’ in 2010-11. The refernces stayed with me.
Question 01: Where’s the snake?
Answer 02: Where’s Uranus?
Question: 02: Why?
Question 01: How many images in this article?
Answer: 01: 15.
Question: 02: The last section has an image which is associated with RTI 2005. Subsection. Can you find that one out?
Question: 03: The last section has an image which highlights importance of architects of Indian republic. Can you highlight any misrepresentation of facts under artistic license, associated with those images?
Question: 04: I recently had a coin. A ten rupee coin. I spent it. It was about a personality which is associated with one of the artworks captured in the images. Can you guess it?
Copyright policy: honesty is the best policy. Saint Gadge Circle, police lines road. Municipal corporation Chhatarpur Madhya Pradesh. Pundit Baburam Chaturvedi Stadium Chhatarpur. And Late Madhav Prasad Mishra Memorial Tennis Ball Cricket Tournament Chhatarpur Madhya Pradesh India Area 51 471001 own various artifacts that were captured by this photography equipment.
The Trip to Chita!
1. Articles 13 and 14 of constitution of India. Equality before law and exemption from certain laws in special cases(ex: article 31)
2. I went on a trip. The plan was to watch a football match in the local stadium. A tournament. Something else happened. There were some kids in the nets. There used to be a cricket academy couple of years ago which is not extant anymore.
3. I picked up my grains and started walking towards the next destination. The Railway station.
4. I met a neighborhood friend on my way who was heading towards a medical agency.
5. I promised to meet him later as he had offered me a lift for 30 meters. Strange; isn’t it? I intended to walk many kilometres but mere two blocks needed to be crossed-over via a lift. It’s strange indeed.
6. I heard a call from behind : “Anand.”
7. Pandit Goswami measures Paras Garments from ward no. 9 called out my name. I turned back, greeted him and asked if he had a Jockey underwear at his shop, to which he replied: “no, but we do have isha underwear.” I emphasized importance of getting the specific item I intended to buy. Then we exchanged our whereabouts.
8. I met the neighborhood friend on aforementioned medical shop as promised. He was buying medicines for his mother.
9. He has returned after taking an examination in Bhopal. He’s an aspirant for IES. Another exam to take next week. He broke the news of his elder cousin clearing first phase of screening test in a company.
10. I spoke to him about my new Pytm account. We scheduled a meeting for this evening. I counselled him to take it easy as two exams within a fortnight is not an easy affair. The meeting began after some delay as he had some other tasks to attend.
11. I bought a Chutki pouch for five rupees near Chandrashekhar Azad Square. It was the old icecream seller. Sahuji Barafwaale from old new panna naka. The bus stand for Panna has had way too many variations: what was is was is merry-go-round. A hodgepodge. A medley. A maze. A deja vu. A strange verisimilitude of etude. It’s a mixture of cardamom, catzu, betel nut, flavored natural substances. Mint. It is used as a mouth freshner. Not for minors.
12. I had a cup of tea outside the Chaay railway station. A cutting chai. It was worth five rupees. Pleasant in taste. Entered the premise with caution. Observed recent developments, cleanliness. Arrangements in the waiting rooms. Water is available, cleanliness is above average. Schedule for trains is clearly available at the tickets window. A lot of ongoing development. I kept walking besides the railway tracks. Took some pictures:
TimeStamp: 04:00 AM 14.2.2022. Revised and edited. Delhi. 2846 characters. Before someone claims a copyright violation: term ‘bareeb’ is a Homonym of Gareeb(transliteration for word Hindi word for noun ‘poor’) picked right off from Carry is live YouTube show. Only in tags. Accredited. As a void.
Syzygy!
1. Bowled 10 overs. 20 hits.
2. Had some difficulty breathing. The ladies at home burn too much tinder to fill the house with smog. It’s been decades old practice. Might suit you in open spaces.
3. Read and edited some posts.
4. The cement pitch has been cracked open like that patch of sidewalk outside electricity board office.
5. It’s after two days gap i arrive here. Some vitamin number 4. A cat crossed my road after a long time. It went towards West with a thirty degree angle just near the old ITI building.
6. The news is brimming with accidents and traffic jams. Khara maas begins. Khara or Khala means beastly or contaminated. Mala or dirty. It’s the alignment of galactic core with Sun and Earth. Till Makara Sankranti: you have Christmas to celebrate and sleep a lot if they don’t burn wood to create smog.
Not sure of anything anymore!
1. A big screen showing the counting of votes has been placed just outside the stadium. Election results will decide the ruling party and the leader in this state.
2. Yesterday evening I sat with Piyush. I told him about the hacking. He told that it might be technical error in smartphone. I decided to delete three of the posts on this blog. If you liked reading them and wonder why they were deleted: it’s because I am not sure if I can continue on that line which is merely speculation. There were nine birds.
3. Today I bowled about 75 times. When I was bowling towards the South: I again faced the problem because of “hands free,” feature of Google. The music would stop and start at random. It all stopped when I went away from people : as I started bowling towards West: it came only once after 70 balls. As of now I don’t have a resolution.
4. Purushottam sprouts shop guy stopped to ask if I needed to buy juice which is a cure for 350 diseases. I bought it and he had no change therefore he said that he would get paid tomorrow. I have to pay him ten rupees and ten rupees to Piyush when we meet next.
5. Tiwariji, Pateria and Lucky were the people mentioned in the posts I deleted. They happened to be near the events of hacking.
6. It’s a nice day. Weather is pleasant. I enjoyed playing in stadium. I also played couple of vocabulary jams. I got second rank in both of them. A student named Amit from Maharshi Vidya Mandir asked me how to bowl. I told him what I thought was an appropriate action. I am not an expert. Then those four kids turned to me for counsel on whether the first run is counted if you get runout during the second. I said: yes.
7. If I am asked to give directions or asked for suggestions on something: I know it’s rare. It’s either fixed or planned. To have lived among people where normal behaviour looks like conspiracy. Am I really the creator of this world of mine?
8……….
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.
500 Posts!
1. Thanks WordPress, followers and those who were associated with this blog or its author or related causes once.
2. The last few posts were either record of my routines or for raising rice grains via Free Rice, which is a United Nations World Food Programme initiative. Since I knew them for more than eight years : I trusted them to devote my time for charitable causes.
3. It’s third WordPress blog. I also had a joint venture which survived without much activity. It taught me couple of things. This one is culmination of all my learning. Returning to basics and being as original as possible.
4. I hope I learn more when I reach 1000 posts mark as I don’t see it possible to move onto a new blog. There has been a series of revelation in the last few months regarding functioning of tribes and sacrifices. I still don’t understand many things. It would take practice. Time is an eternity.
5. Tohu verse which was due: freericesspooloopahachurevuuellipsisalacritzygoteneteemeeteetotalleructationoisomesugameteverlastinglingumshoeulogyrationsnowfallthingsulcustardyaddlepatedramatisticklertolawsnowinnrsinchenrezigzagzigguratuftiffinnishindigoannamesakeyayaveracitympanumbattuesdayosemiteacupuckeredragonfalonesomeowlowliferallyingyanglersibyllineidoleyennoblingastrickrakenophobeliskylineidempotentateeleeryearlyrealtorporocityinnuendocilemmingsingularitykey
6. I saw a guy who had an uncanny resemblance to a face I once knew. Deja Vu. I asked him where he lived and I did remember having taught him Grammar or English but he refused it. His name is Jayas Parmar. Maybe he forgot it. Alvin John. Prosopagnosia.
United Nations World Food Programme: Help Alleviate The Hunger in the World!
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Free Rice: United Nations World Food Programme.
I just raised 39000 grains of rice on Freerice! For every answer you get right, 5 grains go to the UN World Food Programme. Play it here: https://freerice.com/apps
Dancing light of grace 