Three Chepla Birds!

1. I bowled 120 balls today. I had a plate of waterballs from Mahajana Chaat Bhandaar. The discussion he was taking part in had something to do with his son : it had a twelve hours shift and it seemed like a moral discussion. Usually it’s crowded on his shop : I thought of eating water balls and it was vacant: he asked if I needed to have those dry. I said yes. They were crunchy and I was hungry. As I started walking afterwards-couple of boys were talking about 12 overs and eight overs. Come to think of it: while this day was a success: I have a headache right now. I saw that old water pot which is called ‘matka’ in Hindi( as a verb it means ‘to dance’ and it’s used with Kamar or waist). Symbolic interpretation: Aquarius broken and Pisces beginning. It indicates : Age of Pisces. I saw three Chepla birds: they were the birds I witnessed near Delhi Public School in my longest walks. Automatic photographic memory. The guy from Bijawar who was playing the ball with me told: it is found in abandoned places. I consider it to be a Twilight Zone bird. A bird related to end of times. The room where I take the morning class has an aquarium. The uncle of the kid who teaches dance in his academy had separated a few fishes from rest of them. This whole paragraph has series of events around number twelve or three or Pisces.

2. Prashant Khare was calm today. When I used to wander the streets and spend time in the stadium in Summers in the year 2018: he was one of the homeless people who had a unique presence. He was somehow projecting his presence from a long distance. It didn’t happen with others. Politicians and others were infamous and used banners or goons as promoters. His presence was unique and once I offered him a tea with biscuits in a shop outside the stadium. He was detached. Strangers like him are rare. Dhaniram is one of them. Prashant was working for a chicken shop before but now he’s working for a tea shop.

3. Dhaniram was drawing circles with a piece of red brick. I have not seen a better showman or madman around this city in the last three years. Madmen there are many. Charlatans there are many. People working in theater are many. What makes him unique? I don’t know. Today: couple of people asked me the address of civil line: they had come from Ishanagar. The first time I went to visit the Shiva Temple in Ishanagar: it was difficult. Returning: I saw the old hawker of Navabharat and then Dhaniram who knew that I had been on a journey. He knew the moment I spoke to him. A juice seller told me: “he had accidentally demolished some monument devoted to a deity and since then he went mad.” I really don’t know more than that. He likes to dress well and changes garbs as per seasons. Adept he’s : but whether he belongs to the Truth realm universe or if he’s related to saint Sharir is a mystery yet. Where does he keep his clothes? I can’t follow him for long: it would certainly violate some boundaries: especially as I don’t have enough food or energy to spare in the research.

Mandrake the magician and a hawker!

1. It has been a long day. I had to make an additional visit to pay for the loan I took on poha and samosa. It was 15 rupees. If I had been careful in counting the requisite items to move out of house: with an order of importance as: wallet, phone, earphones, tally counter, handkerchief and eyeglasses : in almost the same order of precedence: I would have saved myself some extra work. Though it was an additional work. I got some milk to drink which was fresh: it was after a long time. I lived without milk as well as tea but the current experience dictates me to continue doing what I am doing until I know better.

2. Grammar class, burning stray paper , polythene bags in the Cricket academy ground, going to confirm what I knew to the library. Buying milk. Reaffirmed collective attacks at the place where I should have been most comfortable and at peace after having died a million deaths: that there’s no such thing as justice or I can’t see it.

3. No new colors of balls are available now. Most of my time is spent doing ablutions. It takes a lot of time for clothes to get dried so the last few days have mostly been taking repeated baths to find most gruesome goblins on my trail.

4. The class went well. The students were in a hurry to leave it. In couple of days: another class or test. I need to buy incense sticks and stick to the routine. Playing the lite version of real cricket which was recommended by V is a new game in which I need to develop my skill and it would take repeated practice.

5. I tried to read Quaran. It was on my bucket list for long.

Mummies and Egyptian mysteries!

1. Mummies are here.

2. Egyptian mysteries have been here all along. I know now how pyramids were built. And how the Tajmahal and other forts or empires were built. I know by the grace of the dancing light.

3. I saw the play of balls. Ramalinga Swami Paradesi the prophet was the most authentic among authors who told how he achieved adept status. I had been through many cycles learning and forgetting but now consolidated wisdom says I must credit the sage Vallalar.

4. I went to the Cricket academy and after four days I was allowed to play for a few minutes with kids there. I had a good time walking in the stadium as it was in 2017 when I was studying knights of Templar. Thereafter I could never enter the stadium for two days in a row. The police van coloured blue said bye and came back today.

5. I have a better understanding of archetype necessary to feel free. I understand parallel evolution of worlds material and spiritual and this dance of gnosis doesn’t leave me. The internet or the fifth wave of interconnections is the grand revealation which was foretold by the Wachowski brothers.

6. Dreams have been fulfilled and I have been working in more capacities than I was aware of.

7. Mysteries revealed and unvieled.

The Blue Bird!

1. Listen well, oh wise one, I will reveal you an eternal mystery!

2. A kingfisher perched on an electric wire. A squirrel was rubbing its ear with its toe. The black bird with a crest asked the kingfisher thusly: pray tell me oh blue bird, why does this emptiness sucks me in, like dust particles are sucked by a vacuum.

3. The kingfisher said: listen well oh beautiful bird: the emptiness is not empty nor does it absorb. It’s your seeking which suffocates you.

4. The meaning of life ends in preservation and proliferation. It’s all about forms which are better, endurable and useful.

5. The knowledge is not illusion but the desire to gain knowledge or to prolong life is certainly illusion.

6. The blue bird continued as the black bird heard with surprise: listen well oh wise: the knowledge and its use are two different domains.

7. The knowledge is neither true nor false. Use makes it so.

8. Life is energy. Fundamental energy exists. Science admits it. Spirituality admits it as well. There is no confusion about it.

9. As water can’t long for water and fire can’t long for fire: life can’t long for life. What exists can’t desire to be. Desire always indicates lack of something. If life doesn’t desire, it must be an illusion. All pleasure and pain borne out of such longing must be illusions too.

10. Desire to live or to die are inherent in forms where life considers itself limited

11. There is neither a beginning nor an end to this timeless illusion which is supported by the timeless reality, like dreams are supported by the sleep.

12. Intense seeking ends in wondering. Nonseeking is the foundation for seeking but it’s primordial and at rest.

13. Those who seek eventually find what they seek and then retire. That which is true can’t be denied by either Science or superscience. Only the application makes one deluded because it’s parting from the perfect rest.

14. Master Ganesha went out to play, with clay! Lay down baby boy babu is on mount Abu said the master Saabu, a playmate.

For Goat The Title is Ramses!

1. I feel excellent today.

2. Rishi Kapur passed away. He was a big celebrity. RIP.

3. Neighborhood was quiet until it wasn’t quiet. The boy was shouting his throat out. The mom was being reasonable and slightly goading.

4. I asked for a new smartphone. They said this one was a reward for my cleaning the house before Diwali. I cleansed and they gave me a second hand already hacked device with cracks on screen. I didn’t ask for it but now I need a better smartphone to write better. Earlier I used a laptop and used to wonder how someone blogged using smartphone with tiny screens, now, I count the blessings of being able to focus sharper.

5. Sky has some haziness. Not enough to provide solace. Birds and kittens talk to me sometimes. I mingle well with those on night rounds to keep the fort intact and I do it better when I don’t have a smartphone in the pocket of my runners.

6. I asked them– “Do you remember, a banyan tree used to be here, in this complex, pointing to the field nearby?”

“We haven’t been here for that long–was the answer” as expected.

7. I recalled later–mango tree it was. It had given innumerable carries for us as kids, even when we kept pelting stones at it. Now a young Neem tree is dancing in its place.

The List of Movies!

This is a response to writing prompt list:

1. Inland Empire:

By David Lynch. Mystery. It’s still the best mystery movie I have ever watched. It’s crafted using a dreamlike sequence of images. His silent movie Rabbits is included into the narrative to create a brilliant effect. I was, am and shall always remain in awe of this masterpiece until I see something better.

2. Waking Life

Richard Linklater”s masterpiece is the best animated movie of its kind. It has philosophy and reality embedded in just the proper proportions. Dream is the destiny if you chose number four.

3. The Grave of Fireflies

This is the most powerful tragedy ever created onscreen in its effectiveness. The scene in which the young one asks if he should call a doctor for his elder brother tore my heart and eyes like never before. That such a situation could arise because of our being too power hungry and warlike and insensitive to the suffering of our neighbours, just haunts you as a haunting existential nightmare.