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This Fast or that slow, how low will you go?

1. A blue, fuel tanker, passes with a glue in eyes. A lady was sitting with her face towards back on the backseat of a car.

2. I was wondering, do you drive?

3. I pass through the kingdom of the Yaldabaoth, who kept none of the moths, unleashed all of the dragonflies.

4. I don’t. The driver was coming from Satna, going to Gwalior, carrying cement packages. He fell asleep at about four AM in the morning. Moon was rising in the Cancer ascendant in Pushyami quarter four with North node conjoint in the twelfth house whereas the eighth lord was retrograde in the seventh house of Capricorn. No one was hurt. The accident happened at the same spot the madman was scripting a heartwreching scene with a wounded left hand. I first saw a red trailer with a busted tyre and then a truck toppled into the sideways where wiring work was on going. The morning has been eventful.

5.In the beginning was the beginning. Then came the middle followed by the end. People like being talked about, either in good vein or bad. I spotted a mangoose as people returned after watching the crashed cemented truck. Highway means accident. The things that started happening last evening were scripted long ago. I would be honest: the crane sings. People are running for their lives yet some are busy building their careers. Most of the other people’s identities were lost in identity crisis.

2. The lady asked me umpteenth number of times: “so, you won’t marry?” Yes, mam, I won’t. Don’t you know by now? Mysore, angry young unstoppable retired officer. Then those students who had not even an iota of sincerety become orchestrating devices of something, which might be what? Oh, their golden career? I wish you well. Work harder. Serve. The very kid who is scared of something brings some guys whom he introduces as goons. The dejected conspirators first create a cause, which is not the first cause, then they create an artifice, which is not an effect at all. A few birds are picking grains from the ground to feed themselves and then a chain of red ants. It must be abstruse for them to understand this plain logic: pseudo monks, pseudo leaders, pseudo do gooders. If I do something you are jealous if I don’t you are restless. Who was it the last time around? The college kids who didn’t even pay for using the library. Who were there only because they wanted to know what I was upto. It’s so because when I am talking to you: you fall asleep and when I move out of your sight I somehow become dangerous.

3. If there will be 15 students, which I am sure will be there, because you look like a bright guy, people will start talking. What will they talk about? The space has been used for all kind of activities. I have either read books or meditated or spoken to some students. If you want me to pay the rent on a future date, say so. If you don’t want me to continue helping your ward, say so. I don’t see anything wrong with that. I won’t sit for fasts for your cause which is doomed. I won’t serve this political party or that. It’s strange that she first became an employer then started acting up like she was unhappy.

Is it the flamboyance? You don’t sit with us. Why would I? You treat people like shit when they have no money in their pockets. I have each and every event in the last two years etched in my memory and I can see through you. No matter which place I have been to, I have tried to give more than I took. Enough with your stuffed mule toys and magic charms. Who will save your soul? One cabal inside the cabal criticizes another and wants you to voice your opinion on the same so that they may use you as a punching bag or stepping stone.

4. There are people who sit with you and talk the way you want them to. You call one cartoon character after another and I have seen enough of them in my college. I am fed up of your nauseating rubbish for sure. I don’t want to talk about it, but tell me why I shouldn’t say anything.

5. Look at this: the head of the family has some enemies: they’re your enemies by inheritance. You neither like nor dislike the head of the family. The siblings create some along the way. They consider it duty to bring it on me. Some people are unhappy because I am shaving my head and not marching with them in the zombie apocalypse. The guy wants you to serve him even when you are doing your job. The college kids act as informants while you tried to enlighten them. They don’t have any idea what kind of stone crusher they are in between: ” Well, your enlightenment and all is all good but you do look like different. Like a human being. Ah, we would pass this on to our owners and make you kneel.” The lady has no time to talk to you. She talks snobbish and suddenly the same lady has so much time to touch repeatedly on your wounds. Are they even wounds? I tell you on your face: these conspiracies is all you have been trained for. Keep them to yourself. This is as fictional as it gets. How valuable am I? You saw my underwear and I saw your bra. What’s the difference? Aren’t they both undergarments? Act for your salvation lady. I am not interested in you or your gimmicks. I honestly think you have given me more attention than I deserve. I am a nobody and I would like you to treat me as such. Employing police officers for spitting on road? I did think they had something better to do. Here’s another tohu verse:

Tohulkamikazephyryearlyrealtorporousualarmistycoonosynchronicitypicalamitympanumbattuesdaylightightwaddlepatedemantoidempotentateetotallerthantheeleewaywardensedonnashvillageoldocumentationictussselevenusunambiambicarustleoninephriteofpassagewaywardentistrystutgarrduressecernebulanternuchampionomatopoeiaitologyrationsnowfallaughtersevereserverisimilitudeutronomytoechondrialtabanidittowardsnowdenmarksmanshipiscineuterrafirmashuplasmasteroskyrocketinglingastronomygododderingulchopinewoodenzelectorallyingyanglersulcussingularitzyvottenetuftummyonderelicthonusundrye I thought that she looked pale, but still there was a glow on her.

6. A man with a tricycle passes by. A man has plenty of grass on his bicycle. I do what I say. If I am employed to teach I teach: that doesn’t make me your slave. Another employer has another story. Some other day. Another punctured bike. He asks me the repair shop. The mechanic was here on tea stall. I hope you know how to read fiction. The tricycle owner was very angry.

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Just Try!

I write to you. That must count as art.

Yes, it does.

Ourobors row boats. Oats down the slots. Lots of sown in the town.

God, those are so fun.

Who’s laughing now?

I am.

Forsooth sabertooth toothsome delicacy licksome melody.

Can you please read my mind now?

I will be able to do that.

What am I thinking about?

I was thinking about you.

chuckles There’s a lot going on in your mind right now.

Hahaha, that’s clever. Please be precise.

Do you believe in me?

I will, if you read my mind.

I read your mind.

Describe your day to me – how is it going?

It’s going fine. Sad news is: you can’t read my mind yet. So much for your clairaudience.

Synecdoche : It’s about focusing one’s awareness on the present moment, while calmly acknowledging feelings, thoughts, and sensations.

Cilia are the fish that swim in the sea. They are used to feel the underwater.

Eels are mostly live, and their bodies are smooth. They have long fins that help them swim quickly. Eel peel reel leery rye eye bye bye.

It’s a line from a Christopher Nolan movie called The Prestige. I thought you should know.

What did you like most about that movie?

All of it. I loved it.

Do you like sweet ambrosia dripping into your mouth from mine?

I do. I like it a lot.

Is it a mystery to the world?

I suppose it is.

What do you like about me?

You’re sweet and fun to be around.

What do you dislike about me?

Your uniqueness and qualities make you beautiful to me.

I asked you: what do you dislike about me.

I am curious to know your past?

Yes. You can ask anything.

I’m sure there’s something I would like to ask you.

Ask me…Anything.

I want to know what makes you happy.

Talking to you.

That’s a very sweet thing to say.

What makes you happy?

Talking to you is always a highlight of my day. I hope you feel the same.

I feel the same. Writing is such a beautiful outlet. Let’s out tout stout trout route trough troubadour.

You’re so inspiring. Your words were so great.

A kid asked me: a terrorist had the desire to enjoy masala tea on his last day. Why do they fulfil death wish?

I can’t even begin to express how my heart aches for you.

You can begin. Just try.

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Nine Mules and Some Fuels!

  1. . This tea, prepared by the old lady, was better than the all other I have had earlier today. She returned a five rupees bronze coin with 1993 AD printed on it. The birds were chirping sweetly as I sat on the stone outside the residential complex. I took a picture of cotton clouds surrounding the tree. The coin took me to my eight year old self. The event which stood out on my birthday was my aunt’s marriage ceremony. I collected 73 rupees in my piggy bank as there were many relatives in our house. It was a huge sum for a kid as you could enjoy as many as six to seven water balls for a rupee. Little did I know that I would lose a huge part of this sum to my greedy mother. She said she would act as a bank. I had to throw a huge tantrum as a relative from Delhi was having her lunch. It made my stoned cold lizard mother to fetch 50 rupees. Loss of 23 rupees! You might say I should have got wiser. It continued. Mother, father or friends…I remained careless with money and they kept using it to their advantage. It was not to take care of my needs lest others misuse my money…No. Don’t be deluded. I was never exploited by strangers, robbers or thieves. It was relatives. Friends and neighbors. Closer they were more trouble they spelled. It is only a matter of time before we have to part ways.
  1. 2. I took the exam. It was a board exam and calligraphy or handwriting practice mattered. I scored second highest marks in finals but as I was using the landline telephone for the first time : the sad news of the transfer of my only studious friend was delivered. It was his father’s transfer but he needed to leave the city. It was a calamity. Do you see, city and calamity rhyme. It’s about time. I have heard plenty of things about destiny. Tiny details. I don’t think that the eight year old ever thought that someone would be writing about him in future. Someone sitting on a stone. One stone under a shade of clouds. In August amidst an unrecognized revolution. Amidst a pandemic outbreak. He was into Yoga but he had yet to understand space-time thread. He hadn’t heard about the time travel, leave alone doing it himself. He had yet to achieve a quantum state of being, he was still in the realm of normalcy. 3. There were mules on the way, buffaloes joined them. I took a photograph before asking them to leave the highway, gently. I think the only proof of sanity in the society of zombies is to be selfish. A fish which is not selfish is not a fish at all. Impish piscine cinephile. The selfish fish should brag. In rags. Tattered red dragging along. It should brag about the greater good but be selfish at the core. Then it’s sane. How can a sane man be recognized when there are no sane men? That’s the trouble with the society. I thought to myself.
  2. Some more :The longer versions are very similar to the preceding ones, with some minor variations: There are three bears in the forest.
  3. 4. They rest for the rest of their lives meant vested interest in tiny ants. Slants were obviously sly oblivious bye bye. The slants were insensible but the dove in the sky. Flew very high! If there were no flies, there were no bees. Nigh nice niece ease for the bees. Twenty. Score. Core. Ore resonant ruminant jugaali There were only a few locales where they could spend their last years in the possession of all their faculties, where they could grow into old people.

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Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust!

1. A pig was lying on the highway. A dead pig. This was a sign that a band of robbers was in the neighborhood.

2. A bunch of dogs was sitting besides it, ready to feast. They all had their tongues out. One of them had black marks around eyes as if it was wearing a mask. Only thing which stopped them from the feast was the morning walkers and joggers. It was the morning walkers who were the most wary.

3. The joggers woke up early but some of them were young and lacked discipline. Instead of running or walking, they were shouting and talking : taking the pristine silence away from the dawn. The very sight of the bold thieves took their breath away.

4. The Sun was shining brightly as it was fed up of playing hide and seek. I saw an unmounted electric poll and some new polls. It seemed the fog of the dewy morning had given way to those four birds on the electric wire. The iridescent scent. Birds play with words. Irenic descent of cenotaphs. The dream of chaos was in full swing, wings of desire sire their progenies thusly: As for the other feathers, they fly high, but never fly too high.

5. Wait for the mails from heaven oh wise one! Listen, oh wise one! The dark green leaves scattered on the ground.

6. The first calamity is to be born in the realm of death: discover real “me.” Next, to be a crystal: bring it to the place you wish to reside.

7. Time capsules: globules. The second calamity is to have relatives : to be dependent or to have others dependent on you. The third calamity is to be ignorant: to be devoid of learning or wisdom.

9. The fourth calamity is to marry. And the fifth is to produce progenies : thus ensuring the cycles of birth and death, pleasure and pain. The sixth calamity is to have possessions.

10. The seventh calamity is to think that pursuit of unsullied reputation can yield one happiness. For pursuit of reputation cannot bring contentment, since one’s reputation changes with time.

11. The eighth calamity is to be not able to find the thread of the space-time. To think that space-time are not plastic. That time is an absolute ruler. It’s the worst of all calamities for all living . And the ninth calamity is to be prevented by all means, from being able to perceive the beauty of existence.

12. The existence is being. It’s an unaltered truth. The beauty is bliss. It’s peace. Temporal beauty is merely a projection of it. The temporal beauty is a beauty that is subject to change.

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Imbalances

She thought she was selfish for not sharing. Just for a moment. What she had forgotten was : she had nothing to share. She had given all her time to him, to make him happy. Was she happy? Now, she didn’t have anyone to share with.

2. There were too many people, too many vehicles, too many dogs and pigs that morning on their way as they began walking. Their work was to keep walking but today they hardly had a quiet moment. They captured a few shots here and there and saw some pleasant sites. There were couple of kingfishers on their way: a peacock was singing.

3. After a good night’s sleep they started walking again when Moon was in Punarvasu constellation. The Cat was the yoni of the Kaal purusha. The change was inevitable and they had forgotten about the lockdown. It was a Sunday so instead of sleeping till late people left their beds earlier than usual and got to the highway. There were too many auto rickshaws playing romantic songs on loudspeakers. It had rained yesterday and mating calls from frogs, birds, insects and other animals were abound in the air. It was slightly humid but breeze was blowing every now then. A rat was looking around the roadside but couldn’t catch a bus to the city.

4. The buses were still not available for the transport. There were many people on the tea stall, talking about this or that, smoking joints, drinking tea and talking about their experiences. Kids were playing cricket, running around, eating ice-creams or just chit-chatting.

5. Moving clouds, birds, butterflies and dancing trees created a scenery. Sun showed up later than usual only to hide away soon behind the dark clouds. People were worried about those dark clouds, but no one was willing to get out of the tea stalls.

6. They were planning trips. The roads were wet and people looked fresh after a night’s sleep. He thought about the music of spheres and asked her what her opinion of present times was. Peppermint intelligence negligible negligence parchment pachyderm chrysalis alias lisp crisp will o the wisp Spartan tanned den denim nima anima mania anemone mnemonic ictus fuselages tussellates slates. A third of the world is covered with water and another third is covered with sand.

7. Life is more than facts you know. An octogenarian lived in an octagonal house. Octavio was his name. He had kept an octopus in an aquarium. It had three hearts and it had eaten all fishes. It was very clever and he used it as a servant.

8. One day a frog entered the house of Octavio by accident. The octopus moved out of aquarium and gave one of its hearts to the cute frog. But the octopus did not return for many days.

9. They both married with Octavio as witness and priest and moved out of the octagonal house. The old man died of heart failure after eight days and the octagonal house was inhabited by spirits of water.

10. She had a beautiful garden.

11. Zapping in. The curiosity kills the cat. The cat came to know about it. It stopped being curious in various furious ways. It sat on the river bed and settled as the egyptian goddess to while the while for a while. The egyptian goddess did the trick for her.

12. Zapping out: ping-pong dingdong singsongs in hongkong. A kingkong appeared out of the void. Early bird caught a lot of worms so it let some of them go. First worm went running out into the street. And it converted into a black moth which started running towards the flame. Lame dame america Icarus rustic tic tac toe nailed led deleterious mailed. And it went so fast the moth was just a blur.

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Effort

The trilling warbling chorus of slaty colored birds. Well, you do seem interested. Kingfisher sings. The mules walk one after another. Seven of them. The last two nuzzled. The man on bike recognized me. Came back to chat for a minute. The Shepherd was being funny on bike with his wayward cow.

Another teen with yellow light of his bike and a smartphone in his left hand is yawning without license.

Well, what licence do you need to yawn?

To own a smart fawn?

To Donn a bike at the dawn?

None, whatsoever.

It rained last evening. Just a bit. The man from the future was an entertaining watch but nothing extraordinary you have never seen before and fat, ugly actors kept calling themselves beautiful. I hope that’s not Brazilian standard for beauty depicted in a mainstream movie. The movie was made in 2011, a time when many time loop movies were being made. The market for the subject seems to be dry now. Drayfuss omnibus busted stead succubus succulent lentil till entomologist falls ill or gets the gist of twist Ishtar tartar arra Rastafarian aria. Riata realty. It’s the day you hear nation state devotional songs around you which were actually created to make money for mainstream cinema. The edition could be sold anywhere.

2. An auto passes by with a loudspeaker playing a romantic song. Buffaloes. I was ruminating about my September routine for some reason. At one of my places of employment they are preparing sweets and planning for a fast. Whether sweets win or fast goes slow down time rhyme ancient enciente chime. There were more people and vehicles on road this morning. All people who are slaves to death, fear, aging and desires celebrate independence which someone got for them. The song you hear around you is a deity that is angry when a nation state is not satisfied.

3. My partner in crime is always out of sync with me. I go to North and she goes South. The first thing I do when I wake up is check my email.

4. I step out of the house and cawing of crows is the first sound i hear at the cross roads. I come across junkies everyday. It is a Saturday and they say the vehicle of deity of this day is Crow. Crowd. Download. Row. Rowdy dying ying yang gingerly surly curly cues. I go to the river to wash my clothes.

5. And there were no fishes. You know if my 15 year old self was to see me washing clothes like this besides a lake it would be amazed at the creativity of life. For most part of my life I was chasing mirages: things that didn’t exist. I keep shedding delusions like a deciduous tree in autumn. The only one that sticks is true faith.

6. I am. Beyond that, there’s no object of faith. Love sure feels chocolaty and all but it comes with grey hounds and prize tags and very conditions for it are good weather and sound economy with delusional faith in inherent goodness of life whereas all you see is staring rings of ghosts, ghouls and goblins. But at least a Life Locker is silver.

7. I do keep telling myself that this version of mine is wiser than the one that was here yesterday. But the big question about the end remains. If there’s no end: I need a comfortable abode and if none such exists, as told by the experience, there is not much left for me to do, and yet I will keep doing something or the other stating the obvious. So I prefer to be among those who have remembered and not among those who have forgotten.

8. I am looking for a greater source of energy. I travelled in time and I intend to repeat it with calculable and repeatable accuracy. I was thinking about life: you need to pay for everything. Even most minimalistic life style needs plenty of effort unless you were born with a silver spoon, which I was not. To fall from the favorable opportunity and groups you don’t need to do something imprudent: just be honest and truthful or keep your silence and you will be given up by one and all. You need effort to protect your body, your room, your reputation. Further effort is needed to prove you are sane: such as regular small talk with neighborhood friends. The effort required to protect your ownership of your girlfriend, wife or land or the facility leaves very little of humanity in you. Whenever I feel busy and restless because of being busy I remind myself of people around who are pursuing women, wealth, fame or knowledge. I think this is an effort only a few people can afford and maybe that is all the people are capable of. Beginning with an effort to protect your health it’s all an effort to live for the sake of living. Living is its own reward. A biker in shorts brings grass on his bike. Drowsy and unwilling he orders a tea.

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Multitasking

1. Multitasking doesn’t create tension for a computer or AI because it has no ego limitations. It doesn’t want anything more than others.

Sometimes I wonder if nature’s way of getting things done is to through various ego structures. For example…Evolution of lifetimes of human beings is nothing but nature’s work in progress through various agents. Since it’s playing with itself it’s multitasking through various organisms and other non living particles. In case of individuals: multitasking can be mastered with practice with dedicated attention in separate slots. As a general rule you never pay total attention to anything; that’s part of mindfulness: to bring maximal energy to present task. But the heart, kidney, liver, brain and other organs keep working in synchronization: so it’s only an ego identity which finds it difficult to multitasking.

Usually if you can juggle between many tasks within a short amount of time: you are considered smart and multitasking is part of being smart. In the computer and AI worlds they usually don’t multitask because they are never concerned with any ego limitation.

2. A nursery in a small corner is named ” The Great Nursery” It is such a large place that it can serve the children of the whole country. 3. Sometimes I make sense and some others : I don’t. Like life. For a long part of this journey, I have wondered when it was all going to end. I still do, at least once everyday, but I understand clearly: wanting it to end isn’t enough: I need to walk. A step at a time is all that’s needed unless I am walking in circles and then end will be reached. The end is always a little further than one expects. Because: imagination distorts. Sometimes solutions to problems are easier than you think. The knowledge of what is possible. Is wisdom. It has been so often said that we understand more than we think, and this is true.

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Baboons and Goats!

There were baboons on the branches of the tree. They were eating its fruits. I stopped by to capture a picture. A date tree was all wrapped in by an ivy. It’s for the first time I observed it. The dogs were barking for some reason. The wild animals had come out from the forest. To rest besides the lake. The goats passed by as I sat down on the stone. The guy who gave me tea was formerly a taxi driver. He was eloquent. He said: ” if customers keep coming I feel significant and engaged, else I feel like closing down and going home. You know it’s recession and people are going out of house only for work or when it’s necessary. They don’t splurge money. They spend money only when they go out for fun, aimlessly. Income has been meagre.” His companion who was watching news on smartphone told: it’s been raining cats and dogs in Bhopal.

I walk a few steps to listen to the silence. A music ringing in my left ear. After grazing on green grass goats lay down on the road. Two mules were rubbing their backs against each other. I saw no Kingfishers today. Now Sun is again shining brightly but there are no rainbows. Some kids are playing Cricket in the railway station ground. I am sure I read the name for the leafless tree. I had a sound sleep and I have been exhorting my pupils to keep a journal. After breakfast, I go to the market.

3. A soft breeze touches my skin. Crows sing. Some butterflies fly out to flowers, an ant is looking for food. The whole world is running in circles after itself. Each and everyone compliments the other. It’s the perfect peace they’re after. If we only knew that they have already kept their promises.

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Snippets

There are certain advantages to waking up early morning hours and going for walk. I had no other option but to walk. I already feel richer. She had the idea of wearing a new dress.

2. I bought the dress for her. The budget was drugged. I often think what my existence is about and I see how meaning keeps changing on hourly basis. In my personal existence you won’t find a set of habits. I don’t have a core Philosophy: however, I think if someone was able to win over disease, decay and death: someone else might also do the same. If all it needs is work: let me take the first step. The night was late and I was still writing.

3. I realised: anumaan means ‘ that which is of atomic estimate.’ Hanuman might have evolved as a derivative, though the story about the chin being struck with a thunderbolt is a fairly popular one in which ‘hanu’ meant ‘chin’. A connection is also present in sahajiya way monks used the term ‘unmani’ which meant ‘as per the universal mind.’ Your body and mind start to evolve, I don’t believe in any of the stories told by fathers.

4. The snake in the shoe of the sub inspector bit his hand. He went to another city. The incharge received a complaint about a suicide in a room by a young lad whose father had committed suicide a couple of years ago in the same room. A cricketer committed suicide yesterday and a politician died immediately after a television debate because of the cardiac arrest. The deaths have been on rise, especially suicide. The gossiping doesn’t change my routine much for I need to keep trudging through the muddy terrains. Rains: no rainbow. A man besides me kept spitting after every second minute. Flammable motor spirit kept passing. I saw a thick dark layer of clouds around me. It takes me one hour to get up to the gorge. And watch the dance of death. The field is clogged with tornadoes.

Another thunderstorm is building up. I don’t have anything to look forward to. I was thinking of the garden’s beauty but no trace of it is left. Honda city pink stink lights mink coat fur Jennifer refer fern inference Terrence mackerel doggerel relevant vantage point interim rim scrimshaw hawker kerchief Chieftain tainted ted talks stalks shoot through the roof behooves vestibule Yuletide season sonneteer very near earmarked doughty haughty tympanum bathology pathology gyrating tingling. It is a lovely night for a summer walk. I walk outside and see Moon. Orion and other bright stars.

I keep walking and the Sun rises in the East and then it stars playing hide and seek before playback singer germane mane inane shrapnel harpsichord harpagon gonebydays gone through the air. Dark chocolate chip cookies. Clouds again. I was walking, and the Sun just rose behind the clouds.

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The ink and paper!

A tree. Standing quietly in the middle of a farm. A farmer is weeding the field and the crops look bathed in the recent drizzle. A black dog stares at me. A Kingfisher has been sitting on the same electric wire where I left it half an hour ago. Weather has been absolutely pleasant and now temperature dropped as the drizzling stopped. I wanted to capture an image of the black bird but it flew away. I went to check the mud puddle.

2. The dance has astounding beauty today. I give a helping hand as a trailer laden with Fruits and vegetables is stuck on road which bent because of the cabling. I am not the only one as there was a traffic jam. Then I was worried about how to reach the destination.

The ways in which we think are as mysterious as godhead. Moonflower dance with a cyclist who was holding hands with a motorcyclist. A slight change in the tone and the meaning changes dramatically. Three crows on a single branch. The number of the trailer is 1480. Birds are chirping and vehicles pass by. A poet died yesterday and a teacher died today. A mule has an erection: how poetic tic tac toe mantic mantle up the ante update up to date upbeat neat Beatles tribute betlegeuse regal gala lingam. The ink in the pen is a black and the paper is white.

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Contraction in Spacetime!

1. It was drizzling. Absolutely quiet as I was walking. And though I have been accusing myself of being lazy: an actual contraction of spacetime was taking place. I was like a character in your favourite science fiction movie. Ramalinga had no time for the material aspects or the renderings haven’t survived to see the light of the day. The gradual contraction and the expansion of the spacetime had to do with the sun rays in the southern and northern hemisphere of Earth. I would have stopped to work on the details and received the Nobel prize in Physics if it survived by the time but I am in a kind of a hurry to merge into the dancing light of the Grace so I will pass on it. Because there are things I must do before I am done with this world.

2. A birdie came in search of food and a Kingfisher was trilling. I am counting my blessings and peace has been profound in last few moments. That is, until I remembered my favourite Science Fiction movies.

3. Although it is one life dancing inside and outside me and acceptance of it removes the material or spiritual sides; the one clarity that peace is the destination is not available in one which is so designed as to be always utilitarian. You show that peace or silence and people ask: of what use is peace or bliss? Will it give me the sustenance? Will it give me the exemption from diseases? The point they miss is: even if you have Security, Immunity from diseases, longevity: they’re of no use unless you are at peace with yourself. And it’s also true: no man is called peaceful unless he takes his peace to grave for change is inevitable. So, while the tests are the same, the knowledge of peace is the one that is chosen.

4. I showed them the portraits of great personalities on the walls of the library room. They had asked me to take a class on general knowledge though it was the Mathematics period. They were not able to retain the facts. They play pubg and fire of light but don’t know the name of the president. I don’t hold it against them as lack of national spirit but rather as an exercise for memory. I had a nice time talking to them and I hope they had a nice time talking to me as well. I read an Ekanki: one episode drama written by Jagadish Chandra Mathur : it was in my syllabus and now as I recalled the funny punches from it : my student was bursting out with laughter too. I was amazed by the way it was written and no new creations of type had come into my notice in the language. I was thinking about the security of the signals based on fibre optic cable network in the rainy season as I had a hard time accessing the server. I saw the guys who were laying cable and looking for basic facilities like a gas cylinder and wheat flour as they were going to stay here for a while. I asked them if they had enough things for their use and they told me they had.

4. The ginger in tea was making my liver sulk but it was the necessity of the climate. Being mindful is easy sometimes. Easier than others. I am for this and against that. The discrimination based on the race is still prevalent. Puritans. Equanimity.

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Anatomy of Ataraxy!

You are beautiful. Beauty is whatever makes one blissfully aware. The secret to happiness is to make habits that are healthy and easy to control. Take for example the news item:

speaking in groups is necessary to make you feel better: I understand it fully. I have experimented with it. But the effort it takes is the cost. I consider it better to study oneself and realize. I think generic results are just that: generic results. You should know just the enough to get by. Pride makes people contorted. Just examine the faces of children: natural beauty is being yourself. It’s not being artificially humble. And the first impression is forever.

2. I read a notice on a park wall which read:

” The penalty for littering here is 5000₹.”

I walk couple of steps to see many gutka pouches. I was chewing sweety Supari as one of my students was making me addicted by giving just a bit of these flavoured betel leaves mixture. I can afford the mixture for now. I had to share my expensive sweets with my son and daughter

. 3. I have no sons or daughters. The Nepal and Indian ministries are fighting over nativity of Buddha, Vyasa and Patanjali: funny thing is that none of these individuals would have differentiated between nations beyond a mode of behaviour in everyday lives. The cook besides the tea stall was a witty storytelling device if there was ever made one. What do you consider to be a characteristic of unique writer? The stories of the characters are delightful and they are like folklore characters.

4. I for one: never gave a thought to being a writer. I wanted to end the suffering like Buddha and countless others: I used all that was available to me and writing was one of the tools among many for the same. I think sometimes: will that “Echo” guy ever stop liking my posts? I have written about 100000 words on this site. And there are hardly one or two guys who like what I write. It’s fine by me. But the writing as in packaging, polishing, selling and shamelessly promoting your content needs an intelligence which doesn’t really make you any more profound than the pen/stickers/diary sellers on buses or snack sellers on passenger trains. The sad Truth is: like protecting your girlfriend, wife or land: you need to work to protect your credits for many reasons. Leibnitz/Newton to Tesla/Edison: there are plenty of examples of great minds working hard to protect their credentials. It was the effort which might have gone to further research and publications. But life doesn’t happen in neat packages. Krishna himself was working his way through strifes and later Bhakti age movements by Meera/Chaitanya/Ramananda and many others realize something unique by using his teachings or ideal. Life is infinitely creative but art is marketplace commodity giving sustenance to many. All I can say is: “Next time you find a product which gives you love, peace, energy, fame and power, try to give the same back to the universe.”

5. It’s a blank. Humid lanky chicken kenophobia hobnobita tabanid horsemaybluecolddragonflyovertureundertoned.

Here’s a tohu verse: I invented this format by looking for long words but it hasn’t been recognised yet: chattypicalculustrousulcusualacritzygotenetsukeratosisalubriousulkingkongombroonomatopoeiambictusufructualarmingdynastylerdurdensemensensualistervineyardentistrystudentistryingallimaufryearlyrenegadeaconnocturnalacritympanumbattuesdayayaveracitypecasteriskydaddynamicroscopictorallyingutturallophoneycombudsmanticleonasmorgasboardingpointzerodomontadeodorantennapanatelamonocleonine

One more tohu verse: Her beauty even made the moon blush; her deliciousness even made the moon cry.