1. Sagittarius is about to set and Alligator about to rise in the East.
2. The Moon is transiting through the Chitra quarter four. It was Bhimseni Ekadashi after the Ganga Dussehra.
3. Drastic dragon draconian Dravidian dragoons.
4. I am looking into this glass. And this is the only class I need to attend at present.
5. I am through socializing routines. Learning routines and some more. For my undertakings this year—-i find nurture is more important than nature.
1. Ajit Jogi and Bezaan Daaruwaala leave.
2. I met an octagenerian. He used to live here as a tenant. The fact that I began reading literature written by Shriram Sharma and continued reading it till I left for Kota, Rajasthan for the preparation of JEE was made possible by him. He had an ample amount of literature which he had purchased during the 1992 Ashvamedh Yajna. He was an officer in the education department. A martinate. A bit peevish. He’s currently suffering from consumption, like my grandmother . The meeting today was brief.
3. There was again a lightning episode yesterday which killed three young men in a village nearby. They were in their farmhouse for picnic.
4. Temperature dropped again. On May 13, it was for the first time: I participated in the prayer meeting. I was enjoying a bike ride in a thunderstorm and my uncle who had planned to join me had to drop out because of the weather after we had a visit to the temple of the Goddess.
5. Our matches are turning out to be low scoring these days. I expect that young people would understand apocalypse. I forget my multiple demises. I can’t keep my experience in mind while I communicate with them. Cricket.
6. Height experiments are fun to demonstrate. I was successful in showing it to 3 witnesses. My height is variable between two measures. It has been consistently so.
7. As I was weeding out the carrot grass: I saw a black monkey. It was near the mango tree. Near the green tomb of the saint. I uprooted 100 plants. I had conversation about Bengal : Karna, Mahabharata, Angadesha and devotional anecdotes. It was after my reading of rice cultivation.
8. The day was rich only because of the weather. Unless the temperature was bearable I wouldn’t have been able to write this note comfortably. I saw the maid on my walk back from the wilderness. She had sent her two daughters for work because she had injured her right hand middle finger. Similarly my uncle injured his while trying to chip the Supari as I was taking a nap on sofa on Sunday.
Parrish parrot pareidolia.
Butterfly flyover flutterby
Bye and bye
By by
Siren renegade red redressal
Salubrious oxkra
Bulbous bulbul buldges budgerigar
Garrison Harrison harridan Ramdan
Danish pantry tryst gentry fulgent raconteur European paen.
Battue Tuesday daylight.
Tight wad Dwight wigwam.
Foofaraw war far off offerings.
Rings of water.
Pigeons and prisons.
Orison Benison sonnets.
Nets hanging onto gingerly lyrics.
Traction attraction onions.
Noisome mesothelioma metheglin.
Isintheglass retinitis isthmus.
Atheling Mingas theology.
The crows nest nearby bats.
Stabs tabs battery battleground.
Groundnut nutterverse severe reverse pastiche chestnut esteem.
I talked to the water. It’s quiet. The birds are singing and humming. If only I had discovered this freedom before. Carrying the current in my pockets with wisdom of the yore.
The kittens in the kitchen. And the statue in the pond. It’s as normal as it gets. Nothing extraordinary.
The burning bush was reflecting in the pond as I looked at the lake from the penthouse. Then it was everywhere. It was always present or always present after the year two thousand and three. It was a matter of recognition. Highlighting the obvious background harmony.
Bells still ring in the nearby temple. I was dehydrated and starving when I last Sat here in search of the mystic peace. Now it’s not about the law or about the people. It’s about the pure body of bliss and gnosis.
I love reading myself more than anyone else. I love the sound of my own voice. I love everything about myself and I am not talking about essence or ranking. I am talking about my everyday reality. This moment and being.
1. This is what scorching Sun feels like. The hot hell. The clouds against hazy skies are too scanty to contain the heat from reaching the Earth. Moreover: the night bounces back some radiation which is retained by the haze which is devoid of any moisture. You envy snowfalls and you make believe that with profuse sweating some of your sins would also burn. That future summers won’t be as hot. But it never works.
2. I tried making the little girl laugh with some stories : fictional enactment of an ice-cream seller sleeping because of hot summer. Her uncle gently knocks at his door to buy some and brings it back with some cold drinks. There are no permanent resting places neither any permanent sources of income.
3. I couldn’t curl the mosquito net back. The boy on the footpath had taught me but I seem to have forgotten. Mosquitoes didn’t bite my skin but they kept clouding my vision for many hours. It barely had space to stretch my legs yet air upstairs wasn’t as heavy as inside the room.
4. Kids keep playing on and off. They are subject their parents who are subject to whims of government who is subject to some mysterious phenomenon or a one world government conspiracy.
5. My business is thriving at present. I have invested and gained. My voice is a pleasant voice. Meaningful noises are paradoxical calculations. I plan nothing. Nothing happens.
6. This side of the town feels like the Texas of the No Country For Old Men
7. A shepherd is driving a bunch of seven goats towards pastures in the South West. A man with a red eye on a bicycle passes by towards East.
8. The shrubs are dancing and the limbic system is being titillated too often these days. It’s the seething blood of reptilian humanoids. The shin.
I know it’s not a discussion forum. I also know that I am not likely to get an answer. I intend to increase my post count.
I have heard about bees disappeared results in world war or was it draught or apocalypse. What about Mosquitoes. I don’t have a Vivekananda concentration but you wish. My life would have been infinitely richer without them.
1. After the prayer meeting we went on a walk to remember. Three kids on bike. The driver gave his handle up loose before the house of the food inspector. The immediate cause was a piece of cloth lying on road. The deeper cause– they are returning players.
2. The bench to sit down for a while seemed like a luxury. Twilight was extremely soothing today. There were military or police people walking inside the stadium. It’s open for business like galla mandi. There is some strange logic in work here- exercise is bad for health. Business is good. What would I do–zilxh.
3. A dyslexic teacher on bicycle with tomatoes in a carry bag was speaking to another on bike. It was about tuitions.
4. I took some photographs in peace. I recall one Urdu poem–
Kisi ko mukammal jahan nahi milta,
Kabhi jameen nahi milti to kabhi aasmaan nahin milta.
5. The discussion turned to the imaginary disease and virus. USA would soon touch 100000 deaths. They have tested about 130000000 people : about one third of their entire population. India has tested only a fraction of people and sacrifice has only been that of the 3500 people. All data given by my friend. If it’s not factual I am not responsible.
6. It’s predicted[citation needed] that a virus is likely to arrive by October.
7. Since we have been slow in testing we would be happy in being slow for vaccination as well.
8. I had an ice-cream and noodles. This is the peak of luxury since 2017. I am employed by a college kid who bumped his head into the wall. He wasn’t chasing the ball as in football stadium yet he got bruises and his head might be hurting. He was running with a bat. I took his vocabulary quiz and found him eligible for my help. Coaching classes are not open for this season. But if business can be open : I am eligible for a coffee and a bike ride. At least I am not raising my voice for Euthanasia. What Euthanasia? They are already dead.
9. And I am back to romancing with mosquitoes -need of another bath. Does that count as a luxury. Yes.
10. Temperature- Sassy Yassy says no need for secrets. The reduction has been many degrees in average temperature of this town. And it has rained every month since last year. I don’t know what is changing the climate so drastically. It’s still not as pleasant as Bangalore.
1. All threads started by Sun.
2. Am reading through the looking glass. Haven’t read it before unlike Wonderland.
3. This could just have been a tweet. A microbiology why knot.
I was not the same when I had a difficult time believing that one day reading my own words would become the greatest source of inspiration to me. Now as I read myself: I find a most authentic and most trustworthy source of inspiration which is more than merely surface consciousness. There was a time when I remembered all that I had written. I recall that day in Bhopal when I told SV about having scribbled 35 pages at stretch. And I retained all that I had written. I was confident that I recalled all that I had spoken or written down. That was also the reason why it didn’t give me the inspiration or sheer joy to read myself back. Now it’s a different matter. My bandwidth has increased. And I find new gems: soothing and comforting to my body and mind. My pure body of gnosis grows vast.
Birds are chirping and singing. A drilling machine makes noise in the hands of a carpenter working in the neighborhood. He has been working for many days. This body has been sweating incessantly as I sit under the shed of tin foil.
Miss communication is so rampant. It made me drive a few blocks. I have broken a few of my resolves recently: like- no sleeping during the day, no consuming of milk products, no Kurkure or sweets and sweat is so near to sweetmeats.
I need to burn oil lamps under an Ashwath tree at the time of the Twilight as it’s a Saturday and retrograde Saturn must be appeased. I hear distant sirens of buses and dogs barking. Clouds have been playing hide and seek with the Sun. I tried listening to A Scandal in Bohemia but it didn’t create the requisite effect. I need to read the newspaper aloud to grandma for appeasing her demons. But only after I have had an instant coffee. Riding the bike goes with instant coffee and bike had a dry battery today because of the heat. I registered for another edX course on Ebola pandemic and I plan on finishing it up by the end of the next week.
A subtle soft chirping of crickets is audible. I keep asking myself: was this day a success? What were the key events of this day?
Vaidhri ti is not considered a good Nitya Yoga and a lot of planets are retrograde. I read Bhagvat Puran and sang Gayatri Mantra early morning. Yesterday evening drizzle only increased the humidity in the environment therefore the last two days felt extremely hot. I burnt some garbage and cleansed the pig dung along with soot. Ambulance sirens are audible and an acau seed pod flies high. It’s the most potent seed pod I have observed naturally because instead of birds it does its own job. No wonder the whole nine yard is full of new acau shoots whereas we had chopped them off. It wasn’t possible to uproot them. I hesitate in doing that again. My objective is primarily to keep drainage lines clean and the ground in a situation which lets kids enjoy the game without making them injured or fatigued. I hurt my right leg thumb and it bled during a fielding session where I saved some runs. The reason? Accumulation of small stones and pebbles on ground during the severe lockdown version 2. Those debrees are still waiting to be cleared out. Now kids don’t contribute into cleansing the ground. I invited them to participate in the cleaning ritual to inculcate a good habit in them. We cleansed for 5 minutes everyday and since we were 10 or more people it was about an hour of work everyday.
Observing that they were reluctant, I stopped asking them. And you might be surprised how thorough I am in reaching to conclusions regarding public affairs where I am the one in charge: I wanted one of them to say it: that they didn’t want to give their five minutes everyday for cleaning. We were playing for about 90 to 100 minutes at the time. After relaxation in the lockdown 3.0 we started playing again and none of them came forward to offer help in keeping the ground clean. Having previously witnessed their reluctance I only considered it normal to let go and continue doing it myself. Nobody likes policing. I have been doing garbanzo beans for about six months this season and yet polyethylene, leaves, stones and wood is piling up in the drainage lines.
I need tools. Individuation wasn’t as miraculous as living fluid in the schizopolis but it keeps you safe. Of what use a rotten system of Tantra in India is : since it depends on clothes, hair, tuft, classes and money along with lots of swearing. I understand why humans are crown of creation. I also understand why education is so important. I also realise how kabbalah is essentially Bhagvat dharma. Easy eradication of delusional superstition is much preferably superior to fathomless dark night of pseudo religions where nobody understands meaning of any words but talks a lot.
Time taken- 47 mins
It’s the world family day.
2. It’s something or the other everyday
I have been a nomad since my earliest lives. I belonged to one and to all. In every group I was the first one to break the sectarian bias. Though I favour Ramalinga vegetarian and vegan movements I can clearly understand why cannibalism and wrong turns exist
4. I only have my body and it’s microcosm as well as macrocosm. Contention point with siblings was always lack of any grounding regarding pursuit of family objectives. Why do neighborhood families have taller buildings: because they need them. Why does USA manufacture more weapons? I got accustomed to village life which had fresh air and plenty of space. Now technology which is incompatible with space is available only to very rich and very famous and yet they succumb to Cancer and other diseases. Ramalinga left with a fragrance of camphor in that room. Where did he go? He said he entered into all bodies. Didn’t all those who succumbed to Cancer or other diseases? No. Because their thirst and hunger lives on whereas Ramalinga or Gandhi left monuments which act as tome to me.
Is whole world really a family ?
Truth be told: adept is one who needs no food, water or respect nor company or help.
I have needs: clothes. Water. Entertainment. Events. Help. Company.
I can’t roam around this city without good clothes or a lot of food and water.
Those who say the whole world is a family must decide first who or what is the world. I am the world and the family.
Those who haven’t attained pure body of gnosis and bliss have no right to say that the whole world is a family. They are serving a doctrine, a media house, a policy or a nation state or themselves to sell their shoddy goods.
1. I read the local newspaper for grandma.
2. Did shopping for three clothes : couple of t-shirts and a lower. The lot would last for a year, hopefully. Spent 570/- ₹ on them.
3. Still looking for tuition jobs. Can’t apply online because of lack of PAN card. I have hated paperwork all my life.
4. After a very short stint in vegan experiment I realised socializing and tea party go hand in hand so why not as long as I can afford the coffee.
5. Gifting my used phone the basic Nokia model to grandma is an exercise I was waiting for in minimalism.
6. If I had a better mother I would have been a minimalist Saint. Wooly clothes and things in this room have teetered themselves to me thanks to her.
7. Neighborhood reminded me to watch Hollywood again: some quality food for mind forsooth. I can download a movie a day provided I give up on Osho Rajneesh and other sirens and also use Spotify. Spotify is a suggestion by Varjak whom I no longer see because of his orientation.
8. I am in want of a better season to continue with reading the constitution of India and linguistics. This room is a boiler most of the times. I can’t get a mosquito net else roof would have been a solace.
9. I am comfortable and numb. My reading is meagre these days but my listening has improved. Almost nothing happened today. I do plan on reading on Black holes.
10. By transit Sun changes sign. I measured my weight and it’s in ideal range as per the BMI range. I plan on maintaining it. Enema is a blessing whereas bike is a curse. A necessary evil. I had this balance only in college when I was working out for three years in a gym and then I let it be lost. Since 2011: I struggled to maintain my circulation and weight. Now I am comfortable but my greys and male pattern baldness along with my weak eyesight and slow reflexes can’t be hidden. I am grateful for what I have. I shall strive for a better station in life.
My mother is slightly overweight as well as severely argumentative. She considers herself perfect.
Dancing light of grace 