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Events Horizon!

It rained. The fog on the mountains nearby is the most captivating sight. The roads look bathed. Drenched mules were trying to procreate. The scenery before the rain and during a thunderstorm is better than after rain. But this region welcomes any and all rains. I am happy to see farmers relieved. The rain left the clouds, but the fog stayed.

2. The fog is mysterious. Mystery is a class of beauty which is exquisite engagement of mind. A harmony beyond. The mystery of fog is the manifestation of the song of the land

. 3. I was studying faces. There are those who chew gutka and spit incessantly making spots topos sapota saponified personified edified. There are those who take pride in their gait. Then there are those who look curiously at you. No matter how many times you walk on the same streets : you find new faces. No matter how many times you photograph the same places: they are novel with new details. Same with the themes: that’s why I never understand people engaged in the miserable business of trying to pinpoint people for plagiarism unless there are shameless copycats. Let dead past bury its dead. “But it’s a tremendous amount of work, you know!”

4. I met an octagenarian on a tea stall. He started talking about “cross breeding.” It was clear he was a puritan. But instead of talking about helping others or educating masses to help reduce the population: he was talking about the upper castes copulating with lower castes and creating degeneration. Such progenies elope. They create the diseases like Corona: he said proudly refering to the tale of Ramayana. Humans are ignorant. Natural selection by Darwin might be wrong but you need to be a Genghis Khan: a rare Butcher to inseminate a significant amount of degeneration. I find the women from the yellow races more attractive than the rest. Is it the DNA of Genghis Khan or the devil has gotten hold of me? The conviction with which old people voice their opinions makes them an interesting study. Its basic human instinct is to want to procreate.

5. Another small accident. Such incidents must be normal in the rainy season but I was not walking outskirts before. The contract owners for broadening the highway or creating a connection to the bypass have shown two mishaps within the fortnight. I wonder if they blocked the way knowingly by creating an accident because they knew that the temporary diversion might flow in the rains once again like last time. The government will create an elevated road to finally alleviate the ongoing problem.

. 6. The way is to create events which don’t evolve around you or your family. Being a witness without taking sides. This is the worship of the dancing light of Grace. I waited for the rain to stop before moving out but it was drizzling so I kept an umbrella with me. At the moment when I was walking towards the park, I saw a tiny umbrella like a child holding it and dragging it along the ground, past the drain with the big fish.

7. Beyond painting scenery and mysterious words which mean nothing what else do you write about? He asked. “If we don’t talk about something else,” I said

. 8. I write about movies I watch. I suspect that I am becoming more like my teachers and it’s partly to support my sustenance. I find I was much swift in mastering Grammar and Calculus and did it on my own mostly to retain it even after two decades. But I wasn’t smart enough to invent a time machine or cloak of invisibility. I have travelled in time but it was accidentally. Not anymore useful than a good dream which happens on its own. But I think I have become more creative about writing for the last couple of decades. The last two movies I was trying to watch made me sleepy. I would try to get back to them.

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The Kingfisher Sings!

The ocean is a mystery. It’s the birthplace of life. Under its blue, deep waters lies a land of strange creatures. Squeezing squeed, weed concede, corral losel morsel, whale, octopus October, rivers and mountains and valleys Ever so life-long, finds little terra-lena.

I wonder. Sharks indebted forever. Dolfins Finnish tiffin services. The father and daughter sat over the fire, and thought how strange it all was, and how nice it would be if you could go down into the sea.

I had never heard the red billed Kingfisher sing before. Its blue feathers attract. At the edge of the pool, a deep-sea tree, a giant with wide branches, grows. Tuna fish is a nice dish and many wish fulfilling gemstones abound with a warm, gentle smile, the mermaid flicked her tail, and the father and daughter jumped, a little frightened, for they were not used to her beauty. Mars is in the Pisces with Moon. It’s watery sign. Ocean.

I read a book on oceanic adventure which had a character named Ashok It was a bit far away, yet she had the Sea as her living room. Eel peel reel away. Wayward warden dense mesnes. Starfishes galore sapphire allure. Angkor vaat. Tibet bet beta theta sorority. Actinic shimmering stork strides. The guy named Ashok was blabberwockying at the tea stall. The guy is always high: as the Mars with Moon suggests: a drunk abuser of women or a wine seller, nine times rhymes mesothelioma metheglin isinglass retinitis cretin it is.

The tea stall guy is letting this gurgle away: no rhyme intended there. I understand you will find out more. The guy hides behind the cricket. They all build castles all their lives but their emptiness can’t be filled. Mood swings become acute and uncontrollable with addictions. Nobody would like to be in a mental institution: Their activities will be charted with their doctors. You need to open the nozzle jalopy canopy can copy underwater tonesure cocksure cockalorum cockroach coach approach fibroach swimming pool cespool. Bad things can happen to anyone.

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Poultry Chicks

It was strange. They were all being unreasonable together. Having talked about pregnancy and how difficult childbirth is: epiphany of seeing it as a headline in the local news: moreover— artificial intelligence being promoted as a service for storytelling in newspaper headlines while he had been using it for sometime: it only told about coincidence but it was too uncanny and too frequent. “I thought I had seen the most wonderful thing in the world.”

… It was not the wrong question. They say gway wayward ardvark varsity fulgurant asynapsis. It’s not the end. Because everything is supposed to make sense in the end and nothing is making sense right now. Then the Doctor said, “Well, I’m going to London. The smell of poultry truck passing by was the worst thing this morning.

What do they feel like? Do they feel cheated for being reared up only for the eggs? Do they feel the fear when they wait to be killed for someone’s grill? Their entire existence is waiting for the death in order to be useful for their owners. What if humans are also living like that : throwing sacrifice ritualistic worship at random hoping to avoid inevitable end. What about those famed winners who became immortals?

Well, I have not met one. Women at large are reared up to get trained for rearing up children. Their main business in most villages is to cook, to bear a boy or four and to entertain entire families. Anything other than this: is a big black scar on the character. They are supposed to be that “real” human beings. But they’re not.

Look at the honest Shastri who was killed in a conspiracy. Being a son of the prime minister Gandhi got the luxury to experiment and be popular for renunciation. It’s true that he was authentic like Buddha or Mahavir in his experiments with fasting, truth and soul but it was not the only such enterprise. Ramalinga Paradesi or other adepts are not known unless they belong to the ruling class. It’s the ruling class which gets to morph the history into its choosing. It’s so filthy twisting of perspectives that you might feel aghast at the basic social unit of family narratives: extrapolation to the level of a country leaves almost no scope for truth as it really is. Moreover: is it a measure of success to be popular? The history which has been at mercy of popular regimes tells us that many public enemies were later worshipped as demigods and Messiah. Jesus, Socrates and Galileo are a few examples. But not the only ones.

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Company

1. Since a man is known by the company he keeps, one who keeps none remains unknown.

2. There’s neither right nor left on the way. There’s no destination either.

3. Since you can’t carry the baggage for too long you drop it here.

4. Most myths are half truths.

5. I saw the thunder. I guessed the news. It’s not the kind of clairvoyance which can be employed in service. It’s apocalyptic.

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Mystery

I saw an ant. The ant was looking for an easy meal. After having finished the tea with snacks: I went for a walk. The scenery was breathtaking today. The weather has been kind of kind in the last few days. I finished reading the book last night. Dark groves behind the shade. Dark black clouds all around: it was more than I ever needed: the most deeply engrossing Beauty. Is this, the thing I had been walking towards all my life? Noise is not my voice– said that blackbird. I wanted this journey to end. There was talk of infinity and freewill but you are always forced to chose and when you are trudging: you are bound to walk with either resistance or with acceptance. I was never scared of the woods– said that little bird. Everything is food in some way or the other. And I am always hungry for more. No one will ever take this away from me. I am. World is. Knowledge is merely deconstruction of delusion. It is not impossible to find out what is true. Nothing is true for nothing is false. A poet is looking for a blissful balance and an utilitarian is looking for useful things. A bird is looking for its home. It’s sitting on its eggs. Hoping for all the eternity. I wonder if we multiplied like cell division: would it have made life look like rainbows. The gestation period is gruesome in humans to say the least and yet most women are subject to it. We are mostly out of shape and add deformation after conception of it. “I’ll let you know when I have a child,” the girl said. Logistics requires logic. I walk the empty walk and sometimes I punish myself for having been born. But who punished me to be bound in this cage called body? You are the one who suffers for making a choice. It’s a mystery. If you don’t choose: choice is made for you and if you choose you think you were responsible. It was always a closed contained game with limited choices. The story says: choice leads to choose. It’s a mystery. I’ve made all the possible choices in my life.

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Let’s Make Our Lives Count!

1. Let’s make our lives count.

2. Let’s make up

3. Let’s make up stories on the go as we go

.4. A nightmare is over the windowsill silhouette oubliette aubergine ubermensch. A nightingale sings.

5. Many drogons fly over hydra. Flyover flutterby bilateral.

6. It’s almost poetic when stitches are out.

7. A tea stall owner had red eyes and shaking hands as he served tea.

8. The good quality was for truck drivers who pay double without asking.

9. I walk on. Recognised the plump cyclist who used to be a receptionist at the dental clinic but now works at the new hotel.

10. I almost said hello. Walking a few more steps. Another accident. Hurtling abuses at the truck driver was a motor cyclist and the plump man who looked like the fighter in the kung-fu video game stopped by to see a young calf with a limp in its hind leg trapped under the truck. It was saved.

11. Stray animals and reckless truck drivers. A young ninny makes a shrill sound. A tricyclist with three begging boys doesn’t recognise me. He meets thousands like me.

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More fiction!

1. It’s raining. I am not helpless anymore. I walked a bit more than usual today and the most interesting synchronicity happened in the afternoon: I was walking, as if in some circles within one colony for many minutes. I forgot the mask first at the house where I took a class. Since I had walked a few steps I considered it easier to buy one than to go back and pick it up. I asked on the shops but they had none available. I went back and asked only to hear from the peevish lady who had paid my fee today. I trudged towards my house and had couple of toasts before I could decide on whether to use bike or walk. I chose the latter. As I was walking back again a call from the delivery boy with tally counter. It’s a good day but not an easy one.

2. As I was walking towards the next class: I saw the police van in the same street where I was beaten by the black commando for not wearing the mask. I saw a guy being escorted by the police as his family members were fed of his drunken temper tantrums. I knew the guy.

3. He was my classmate. In the previous lockdown he asked if he could borrow some money from me. I had only started teaching and jobs were not many. I had merely two fifty rupees. I had spoken to him once before a few days prior to that. I tried to look at his horoscope but proper data wasn’t available.

4. On the mobile repair shop appeared a strange lady with a boy. She was smiling mysteriously and asked me if I wanted to buy a rudraksha. A one mouth rudraksha. I recalled that earlier this day I was talking about it with the old man on tea stall while I observed that he wasn’t wearing the beads since last few days

5. Similar to the previous pig carrion episode: a dog’s dead body was being feasted upon by the murder of crows. The day before: it was howling like a wolf looking at the sky as i entered the hall of gems. I had seen a pack of brown dogs marching behind its leader. They were seven in number and the last one was a cripple.

6. I asked the taxi driver for lift as he was smoking a joint. He said he was fine with it but there was a dead body of a girl who had died after an illness. Another actor committed suicide. I walked. Something violent happened in Lebanon as I was told when talking about the dynamite. She had confused the spelling of ‘noble’ with Nobel.

7. She keeps giggling. He is eerie. I meet strange men and women and kids who consider me strange. It’s 🐝 raining but it’s not enough. It’s never enough.

8. An injured bird. Head injury. Muttered something strange before flying away. I am glad to be here now.

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The four noble truths!

Marvels of Science and Technology

A train passes by.

People wonder what’s going on full stop and I wonder with them.

What is going to happen next question mark questionmark !

Google Translate assistant rule: recognise! But don’t recognise?

A bird chirping so sweetly as many others have been. I had pleasant relaxing tea which was 10 rupees instead of the usual 5 under a shade which was better furnished than the usual 3 shades.

Consider it an irony aur usual turn of events: I have more images which I like compared to I ever had before

The transliteration tool cannot type o r: mark which means ” else “

Therefore: it always types aur. Which means in Hindi:” a n d “

If you had the time to read the sentences above: and you are not like the dirty Buddha guy just to promote your book here: you understand now how difficult it is for me to transcribe my thoughts. You may say it is not a compulsion. I agree. It’s certainly wasn’t. It is a choice: some choices lead to to is affection and others to profound depth of perception. I chose the latter. The keypad of this phone it still doesn’t work and tomorrow I might not be able to record research ideas as I am doing now.

Even when I know that I might not be able to access these recorded transcriptions I continue to embody the spirit of earnest blogging. Creating art which is appreciated by others or which makes others feel good is not against this spirit. But still marketing and popularizing your stuff takes more effort then creating it for the sake of record in experimentation. Having experienced both blogger and WordPress I can clearly tell: so called artists on this platform misguide themselves and others. You may say that I should have adjusted myself to the platform long ago. If part cannot be at war against the whole how could I be behaving the way I do despite the entire community behaving differently. It is strange: people on this platform are writers who want others to read their work and there are no readers. Some people go on to say: it is better to have one or two perceptive than throngs of dumba followers. That is alright but you won’t ever get even a single follower who doesn’t want to become a leader. Therefore please yourself and be in your company aur do as you will.

As in any market Monopoly of the word press employees has always been here. I was always free to leave this platform and choose another and I would have found square over there as well. You don’t have any option to to unsubscribe from wordpress employees who force feed their ideas into you like you don’t have any freedom to remove TV channel which support government.

Whatever is present in your mind is the truth of the movement. It might be different the next moment. It might change completely all might remain the same. All you can do is what you can do. The truth of someone else cannot be yours and yours cannot be that of someone else’s

What kind of politics doesn’t thrive on fear . And what kind thrives on love.

The four noble truths: first: there is corona.

Second floor landmark: mark there is a reason for it.

Third. Desire to die aur thanos is the root cause for Corona.

Fourth: the desire to die is transfiguration of desire to live and expand.

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The naked Emperor Strikes Back aur the Russian mafia strike spread!

Jo is a sensitive guy!

Birthday went like a breeze. You have heard the emperor Strikes Back. Why not make it ” the naked Emperor Strikes Back! ” This is the best of the two stories. Aur ” Russian mafia strike spray takes you back to the heart of the winter. ” even my misprints and typos bring people out of their Graves. Take this one: I was saying something else Google Translate ration UC it was transliteration: do you see it: it typed ” Jo ” and the guy named Jo came out of coma to comment about ancient female. No that was email. Do you see it? Is that the kind of power my typos wield aur is that they are always lurking behind the scenes to find something to latch onto. Keep sending email female female whatever you want to. No. I don’t even remember ever having interacted with Anju. Any job. But the Jo guy is Mafia and he won’t leave you alone. How dare you write a name jio. Jio john johnny Ana Mena Irene. You run out of names quotes on if you take 2 people into consideration. If you are a person that has any name.

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Twilight

There was thunderstorm. Science of ambulances and police vans all around the city. Yes we were sitting in the open field enjoying the scenery around us chatting he brought into my attention rainbow: half of it. It was after 4 months that I observe the rainbow. There was some drizzling preceding it. The rainbow was coming from the west side of the clouds. They called it the horse of the Madan! My learning curve has been like mountaineering on Himalayas. I told them that Vedas talked about Indra ra and his Thunder along with the bow. The infinity which had kept me going despite having realised utility of all such searches and excursions. God had given me a double vision of things and my knowledge was same as his. Madwoman was laughing with all her teeth out and I saw her on the corner as I was taking left when she was talking hysterically. I had seen the mad man and the new Triangle he had chosen for his theatrical stunt. Another priest was behaving like a Graffiti kitchen. I wasn’t successful in the experiments. And yet what option did I have other than to continue working on them. Lemma lemmings dynasty stylish tycoon on and on onions typhoon snorkeling Linga gastric trics algebris Mukabala balanced Lama Mala Ambala Amla computer Lambda molybdenum number 22 Tuesday Howrah Daliya yaar mulke. What was left for me to learn and yet to learn all that I have learnt.

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Dimensions

Vishwas the resolution of a paradox. No, resolution is to resolve a paradox. The realms existed without any fixed personalities or objects. It is similar to saying that there are no fixed selves in form of individuals even when consciousness exists as a whole. The contents of these realms are entirely different from the contents of the other realms. Actually these realms are based on the analysis of experience. The gradual grading uses degree of awareness or the mindfulness present as the consciousness cloud in any particular domain. All of these realms exist in the form of awareness and emotions. For example take the graduation based on the arrow of time. In this Logistics: we assume that each passing day brings lower levels of awareness in general. Hindu Purana advocate this scheme: therefore with each passing day and year the darkness increases and it becomes exceedingly difficult to continue on the path of Dharma. Consider this example in relationship to the second law of Thermodynamics. Since the the entropy of the universe is increasing and it is defined as the measurement of disorder: it is true that to maintain any system takes more and more amount of energy with each passing day. If the entropy of the measurement of disorder is seen as an order of higher order from some other dimension it would not be possible to reckon the disorder being increased as darkness but only momentary halt due to the requirement of expansion of life towards infinity. It is an indication of the increasing disorder in the universe.

The dimensions existed but the problem was the reconciliation of selves. How could persons named x y z behave so dramatically different from their previous versions. You yourself were subject to to various seasons and moods and unless you are mindful and careful there wouldn’t have developed in you witnessing consciousness which was pure body of gnosis. Which helps you conclude that there are no constants objects aur subject or personality. This helps you understand that the very same conglomeration of objects and people which was perceived as heavenly someday aur one hour might be perceived as hellish aur dark Dimension the other day or the next hour. The paradox arises from trying to pinpoint play more credit on individuals or personalities upon which the entire system of justice resides. The very scripture of Bhagavad Gita which does away with the notion of doer ship is used to take an oath of speaking only the truth in court trials but since the person who is taking the oath is not the person who committed the crime there are no persons infact there are no crimes or or punishments. Seemed futile but there is no other way to to practically impose Responsibility in a world where people are sleepwalking like Zombies. It may be a world where you yourself exist and everyone else is yourself but it would be a world where nobody thinks there is anybody else. Resolution is that there are indeed dimensions where things happen because of type of energy active and it keeps varying therefore the dimensions are also in flux but to comprehend them based on individuals is futile and ideas like prototypes archetypes Gods Angels and Demons Mishra not individuals but energy clouds is better than trying to get hold of individuals. The notion of one being itself that all objects and people may be identical is a delusion.

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Remarkable Renaissance!

There’s not much going on in the town and the streets are deserted.

Ted Talk has no topics left to be covered by them. I was told there will be blood and it would come out of the p. I was not ready for that gruesome site anyhow but I told retail it. No actually I tolerated it. I was not told that there will be blood. Floods have rabies these days and Rubber is our busy buddy busybody in a Boat is embodying Yang Yang Yang angular larkspur spurt per this Pur that Pur ruptured redneck necktie either or neither nor tight read addlepated pedler Adler madla.

I had already fulfilled my destiny to get a picture of a redneck necktie.

And kite was feeling too high in the sky. Let’s try it again: a kite was flying very high in the sky. I said hi then I said chai then I said by bye and bye bye bye. Hindi chini e no more bye bye cholesterol. Roll your sleeves up where your waist star vestibule Nebula bulwark bullet let raad addlepated seated bated breath wreath seat sheet Kidhar HAR HAR HAR.

The girl begins with the topic which was Taboo. Without realising that it might take in the century or half to declare it free from being a terrible Taboo she e goes on to declare it as non Taboo by the end of Har artical it seems to be presumptuous on her behalf doesn’t it ask the smart. Full period.