1. This is, one of the questions on Grammar quiz on WFP. Free rice site operated by United Nations. Yemen emergency needs us to act with kindness.
2. The only problem is: this question hasn’t been edited for some reason in the last two years despite my complaints. The two options in this question are replicas of each other. Mirrors for each other. [Are you sure of that?]
3. It means: this must be some sort of puzzle. I chose first response and it was correct. I might observe more with time as an objective of metaverse research.
4. I have a big responsibility to shoulder today after a long time: to take care of some kids in a primary school as I teach. However it’s an unpaid job. I am fed up of unpaid and underpaid jobs. Yet I can’t say NO simply because there’s no other jobs available. Please unite to create jobs for yourself and others. Say NO to underpaid jobs, bullies, manipulation and agitprop when you truly need money to pursue your education, career and objectives.
5. English language Grammar or any language Grammar for that matter: helps you learn coding. Grammar and coding are basically languages to execute certain processes. Say NO to animal cruelty.
1. The Cowshed needs at least 20 skilled hours per day for 48 cows.
2. The library needs at least 3 hours everyday for optimal functioning.
3. The garbage collection and disposal from fields and campus which includes but isn’t limited to plastic bags, wrappers and clothes needs at least an hour perday.
4. Naturopathy clinic needs 3.5 hours of work by a skilled naturopath.
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1. This was a pleasant day. It might seem odd: as I have plenty of money to feed myself for next ten days: my students who once used to dominate me seem to have disappeared. Their reasons might have a basis in reality but all of them needed a place when I was weakest. Still waiting for recovery of all funds. Rupees hundred bonus.
2. Today’s game was top notch except a few shots hit on my loose balls. I didn’t expect this much of advancement but again: contacts have a tendency to proliferation : exponential like infamy. I was constantly worried about the safety of the smartphone because if it’s not there : music disappears and then I am again face to face with hounds who neither let you live nor let you die. Music was the greatest protection but in the innermost core such rotten fungus was found that I could never meditate for as long as it was needed. Such is the path of vegetarians. Path of people who have been conditioned to exercise purity of speech, conditioned to abstain from alcohol, drugs and meat. Conditioned to be original and studious. It’s a constant war and I haven’t seen the twilight zone bird since many days. I have reached some of the goals : like finishing the writing of the mantras in the first book(almost) and reaching 55000 grains(almost) on Free Rice, which amounts to one kilogram of rice donated on behalf of the United Nations World Food Programme Free Rice. On Vocabulary jam my performance has been improving but to gain the hall of fame like I did in the year 2017 is impossible because of the constraints. To be able to do any transactions online you either need good friends with bank accounts which means dependencies or PAN card which needs money. To be able to afford normal things would take at least ten years of systematic hard work whereas I don’t project more than ten days at once.
3. That police van isn’t back here means something. What it means is up to official interpreters for no matter what I assume : it would be contradicted: therefore I rely only on observations. There are no absolute authorities in rotary clubs. People who have enough money to spend can paste their banners on billboards. Today I saw one jeep which had “Bharat Sarkar” written on it. Usually it’s a designated driver as advertisement of government but today it was a vehicle with four or five people inside it.
4. Desires don’t know fulfilment. I am absolutely certain about it. Perhaps wish fulfilment happens in some heavenly dimensions where I have never been to. Here: stadium is available to me for a few hours of practice after a year without any guarantee. Same with the room I live in, the benches (dirty surroundings) I sit on. This is the civilization I lived in the last ten years. There is flux as Buddhism teaches about. It’s certain. The change is the only measurement of time. After having died and having become convinced of dreams and suggestions : though I need not be worried about what comes next : I still don’t know who really was an adept. Whether eight armed gods and goddesses and giant snakes in oceans exist or not. It’s a mystery.
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I was on a highway. I kept walking until I reached a tea stall. Then, there appeared certain herukas. I kept walking further until I reached the Twilight Zone. The bird I saw there was the bird I had seen in a Twilight Zone episode. Everything started to change at home. It was revealed that I was in bondage since a long time. I worked for my liberation and I needed to work for it on a regular basis. It meant : being able to walk in a stadium, watching the dancing light of Grace, seeing the game of the balls, playing it and being an immortal. The undying Grace I gained didn’t fetch me a sound proof room. In the darkest hours of my last night I heard that chirping of Crickets. I had heard it before. I had heard the sound of flute and I longed to hear it again. She was gone. I had seen her wearing dark glasses. I knew it that she was one of them: part of their Network. We wrote songs together: despite knowing that it was all a setup. I believed for a while until I could no longer believe. All dreams that I had seen since 2012 when the vision of light created a ceremony were shown to me repeatedly and they were not exactly the way I had seen them. One of the guides who appeared when my head was exploding remained with me as a friend for a long time. A reminder of my early days of school. I always had this difficulty to differentiate between realms until I went on long journeys and witnessed the miracles of dancing light of Grace. I saw those lights flashing on in the wilderness: just as the northern lights flash in the hall of gnosis. Just like Michael Talbert told in his book. I witnessed fractals and kabbalistic mysteries unveiled one after another in quick succession. It’s true: despite having gained the undying Grace: I needed to go on journeys to better grasping what I had studied. The network worked in strangely mysterious ways. All religions had merged into this dancing light of Grace. All merits that I had performed could not at times fetch me a glass of water.
I was always living among the adepts. I recognized it only in 2003. The fear of death was gone in 2009. But certain fears remained. I kept suffering because of them. I understood Yoga and sacrifice. Trees, birds, crows, Kingfishers, owls, dogs, people and guides : they all appeared together. Could I enjoy all the undying bliss available to me? It all seemed to have a prize tag. I was in a bigger market than ever before. Even in the most free of my discussions mother said : we were advertising some God or the other: some Creed or the other. Now Hollywood, then Bollywood. Now Vishnu, then Shiva. Now Buddhism, then Islam. Now Christianity, then true path as told by Vallalar. Pariah meant outcast. The Tamil puranam was a history of people who didn’t fit into communities. What would I have been known for then? I kept changing names and kept learning words until I saw how divine power merely changed guises but kept exercising itself in one way or the other. I wanted to live among adepts and adepts were waiting for me to mature. I certainly didn’t have this crushing workaday frame in my mind when I imagined pure realms of Buddhaverses. Perhaps they were impure dreams shown to me by a system which was not mature enough to interpret the way. I saw an old man who didn’t need me to salute him. He was carrying a staff and resembled Laotzu. The name I heard from Rishi and Osho. He was the most comfortable guy in that village. He belonged to none of the factions. I recalled the aery mansions and I saw the interrelated dimensions in which all the Karma was burnt in the awareness of knowledge. Do I have free will or do I not? If I am absolutely free, why would I create fetters for myself? Why would I create dirt, ignorance and matter and wrap myself with it? Why would I be bound to a name or date of birth or a certain way of living or clothing? Maybe I know all the answers. Maybe there are no questions. Maybe balance establishes itself. Maybe it doesn’t. Whether I know or not : I know it does. Maybe it doesn’t either. It is. It’s not.
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1. I went to stadium without an umbrella. It started to rain after I watched three boys play basketball.
2. At the pavilion: I observed some guys getting trained at various athletic exercises. I also observed a calm guy practicing meditation. I kept listening to divine melodies. My friends were playing cricket in the academy. They have cancelled the trip to Lavakushanagar. Vaibhav seems to have developed good bonding with the coach and the new entry from the Chetgiri Colony is an enthusiastic learner. The MVM boys who practiced catching the ball with me were disciplined in their approach.
3. I saw a student who took couple of English lessons from me when I used to go for long walks to Brijpura. I asked him why they stopped attending my classes and he replied: “girls in our batch had some problem.” The contract with the owner of the coaching didn’t mention any such problems. I tried my best to deliver and teach but he kind of disappeared from the scene : keeping the kids on the forefront. As on all previous occasions : whatever came through my mother, brothers or father or grandmother: always had duplicity or underhand tactics. Never stating clearly what was going on there. I was not there to take lessons but to teach and to earn a living. They made a joke of the contract and a joke of themselves as I had already written well in advance on this very blog. Good riddance.
4. I had a nice time in library reading some Vaishnava bhakti literature as I catalogued the books. Ankit: the oldest acquaintance in the Gandhi Bhavan greeted me from the “peeping tom” hole. I hastened to catalogue books and took no more than thirty minutes to get out. Two minutes extra.
5. It was rare to meet Dhaniraam outside the Poha shop near stadium. Prashant Khare and Vaibhav were present. They told that he never eats what is given to him and puts it on trees for birds. I didn’t know that about him. I gave him the samosa I was going to have and he also asked for a bit of Poha from the shop owner.
6. It was slightly difficult to walk as it was drizzling and slippers were slipping. I was also concerned about the safety of the smartphone.
1. Listening to music and checking the blog. I had some rest before I heard them reading my mind again: in their tone.
2. Cleansing the drainage line outside this house was made difficult by voices. I knew they won’t let me do it because they need a polluted environment to operate.
3. I burnt some garbage and disposed some after sweeping this room. I took another bath. Now this is going to be the place where I need to teach English Grammar and vocabulary to my students. Once I have some money to buy a mirror and another lower I might walk towards Brijpura again.
4. Catalogue of books. Sickle . Communism. Kerala. Dileep Jacob’s father. I had a Poha. The guy with tshirt written on it ” the lost ones. “
5. The players in the field were frolicking. I could have exercised control on my emotions during cleansing ritual but I didn’t want to carry it forward. Let’s make it more interesting now. Ideaphorea.
1. It’s a strange notion. But I have expressed it more than once. What if, the biggest illusion woven by the mother matrix was patriarchy?
2. Gurdjieff told about hierarchies in his strange tales. But you need to grasp the icons.
3. Queen of the british kingdom or Moon which represents feminine care giving or hot Venus which is made up to be an exquisite beauty queen: bees do have queen and not king.
4. What if all women were born with clairvoyant powers and women empowerment was a fake movement like all fake news about the crime against women being on rise?
5. What if matrix used all women, all along with all leaders to merely draw out all the life force for the maintenance of the solar system?
6. If: any of it’s true : you might have been systematically poisoned. You are neither male nor female. Move out of the matrix. Don’t take sides.
1. Many hungry ghosts: each vying for attention. The Jewish girl wrote a long story. She was fond of her dog but her god was not fond of her. The girl was more interested in writing.
2. I heard the whirling leaves dancing in the breeze. Each day I ask myself: could it have been more beautiful? Unlike passers-by I don’t long for more. This is enough. This is perfect. Where is Socrates and why does it matter? I wish to thank my friend for trying.
3. Should I thank myself or lockdown or virus or my stagnant family for these walks? I was content then, content now. All my little adjustments reveal more beautiful worlds full of light and awareness. Nothing is impeding my escape from that silly notion of something impeding.
4 People want something. They want to escape reality. There is no escaping themselves. Either invent a disease and work to prevent it or create wars or problems to solve. Something to chew on externally. Something to think about internally.
5. Tohu verse for mitzvah girl: tashlichichbinliechenrezigzagzigguratbaggeryemensuturetinueulogyrationoosephereticalculustrousumptuousulcustardappleoninelivestibuleopardandruffurlonghongkongulchravineyardentistrystuductileopardoomsdaynearbyearmarkedemantoidungeonlycanopyratedeltabaniditintinabulationutmegastrickshawkerchieftaintedeterminantennastylusufructoseoulukalapurushamustardramatistarrastammyalgiambicpentametersevereverseventhsealarmigermulctohunchbackbitinglingastronomytrochenoughostockpilemonsoonostockraspberryemenigmatadormoribundieidolonomanslandslidingdongutturallyingyangumshoeilladealteredstateacupuckeredoomoodrumurmuring When they do, they always have a built in escape clause, in case they should change their minds.
I had a brief conversation with a dancer and actor who has been a practitioner of the art forms for about a decade and a half. The birds are chirping and insects are buzzing and the cows are mowing and some crows are also adding to the chorus. Analysis kills the art but I cannot give up. Yesterday it was humidity today it is fresh air because there was drizzling in night.
If you find typos here and there you can only consider that I don’t have requisite equipments. My learning curve has brought me here and you can see frequent posts on this blog. I am Brighter Than you think. I can edit better and I can write with better grammar and punctuation. But constraints at present make it very difficult to publish something which is up to the standard of publishing offline via some reputable publishing house. I do not hesitate even for a second to declare that all of this is for myself. It clearly means that if you never read me again it won’t affect me at all. I will never miss your presence aur aur comments or likes. I am absolutely certain about this
Dragonflies and mango trees are dancing in the breeze which is soothing. News channels and papers are busy with agitprop and my home space is filled with vicious talks about Bureaucracy and courtroom drama. The Grand house of householders has agenda of the so called house owners who are slaves to their dreams fancies and wants and desires. Put your fake problems before the comfort Of Those who work to maintain peace and harmony. This is what ego takes delight in. Being a third grade helping teacher in the government my father always took delight in trying to cancel his transfers which have been frequent in the last few years.
He would have loved to be a politician or at least an IAS officer but the stars were not very kind to him.. these days he is busy and often repeatedly rehashing the same bull shit everyday. It is about his contacts with politicians in high places who would help him cancel his transfer. He has been successful in cancelling his transfers in the past and by getting this challenge he gets something to achieve on in his otherwise empty existence.
If not this then the courtroom drama with the in laws of my sibling. The dowry was the issue since the beginning and the in-laws did not leave even me. They wanted to Drag Me To The court knowing well in full that I avoided company at every occasion. And when I say that I have avoided it literally means avoiding. In the five-year history I did not even talk to them for 5 minutes. And yet they wanted me to be subject to the courtroom drama.
This is the field I am talking about. After bringing me here from Brindavana with the excuse mother’s health being critical did not let me go. I tried at least six Times.
Other than my younger sibling and grandmother who are completely in disciplined and reckless. To keep spitting tobacco members of the family left no opportunity to harass me in subtle as well as obvious ways.
Neighbours and relatives left no no opportunity to insult me and ensure that I am put under pressure to marry and work for my living while I am not allowed to leave for the places where I would be best suited to work. They took away my money as well as documents leaving me stranded.
If all of my friends relatives family members and people of my country to disappear due to some Catastrophe aur miracle I would not even buzz. They wanted me to change in ways conducive for proliferating rotten ideas. You can see how well they have been doing.
I have often thought about avoiding such draining articles. In the best of weather we should focus on writing down ideas which look suitable and pleasant. but the best of human stories are those which are imbued with deepest of emotions.
It is what it is. As if written in the Stone I cannot change it. I had many wants and desire but now I have none.
A truck passed by the bypass road. Struck by the Nagin horn I kept scribbling. Trees and plants are dancing in the breeze which is very high speed. Breathing Deep in UK weather Leeds leads. It is not less than a miracle that I found an hour here to note down my ideas. I am grateful to my existence because first I created a direction to my life and then imagined obstructions in achieving the goals earning money is difficult
Dancing light of grace 