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The Baby Owl!

1. Baby owl posed for a picture as Gengas were making much noise in a chorus before rising to a higher branch. I see an amazing dance as a gull walks shaking its head. The Auburn sky has a pink Sun behind the tree. Even the best of voices made by those dames are no match to this music being made by the birds and cows. They pick on the subtle vibration which is getting erased but hasn’t completely erased. This silence is not so still as it appears.

2. Three Moonflowers were dancing on a plant as I took the picture of the Ashvini Moon who was playing with the Artemis. A young woman I know said that she thought the picture of the moon was incredible.

3. It’s a Sunday and whether it’s going to be a lockdown is being discussed on tea stalls. I had to take biscuits with tea standing upright because the chairs are reserved for the illuminati. The stone piece was taken by the mustache neighbour. My neighborhood uncle went early morning to his job. I met almost nobody until the first tea stall. At first I asked the vendor for tea.

4. After the first tea stall there were boys talking about yesterday’s match. One of them joined me on the second tea stall for a tea. When I was sipping the tea, looking at the dance in the West, one of them shouted at me, taking me to be one of them. Four crows were traveling towards the North. Last evening there were boys escorting me and boys debating their accounts until I reached Maria Mata. There someone working for one politician or the other pitched this into my ear: Maria Mata is the place for the rich and the beautiful. “You have to steal from that.” As soon as I got up in the morning, there were boys dashing about to make the preparations. Like “Dick Laurent is dead,” of the lost highway it’s the devil waiting to stitch a pattern. I don’t know any seamstress. The open to interpretation songs are many floating in the air these days. The other day I saw a crow with a ring in its bill.

5. For some reason: all the dogs were agitated today. The truck which passed just now broke the silent stream with its flashy loud horn. Then I turned to look at the other thing that was going on: the boys were playing a game by rolling balls along the ice of the reservoir.

6. It was the second time Pavitra’s dad asked for a mesh to protect the Kadamba plant. I had asked him to check with the municipality guys because they support such activities. He said that he checked and there was no support. I shrugged.

7. The guy in evening asking for the way to Bijawar Naka at a place where dozens of people were present was not a coincidence or show. It was for preparing a ground in which Dick Laurent is dead could have been put. Couple of guys were showing leg to a dog and it was to me by proxy like the truck driver asking if this road goes to Panna. By my appearance he should not have used the term “Seth” for it’s the term reserved for the Mollock and its servants.

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Thus Spake Zaragoza!

1. The kid attempting the Science test kept saying: “don’t shout or you will have an attack.”

2. Her grandmother answered the bell as he fell asleep while watching Dhoni the untold bazillion dreams for the umpteenth time.

3. He is getting acnes on back for some reason. I know not the reason. A guy who was wearing green shirt had a goatee and he was sweating profusely as I kept walking behind him for a while. The suggestion about overeating was planted before the building of the menu thief and fructified in the unknown woman telling her infant to not eat too much. It was the student eating too much. The Karma is merely a pastime when you’re past beyond a few speed breakers.

4. The Kirana store: coughing, sweeping and Supari.

5. First show the old man.

6. Then show a young man.

7. Then an infant.

8. Call a man with kalaava on hand and tell: you don’t come to take supaari anymore. Why? He kept repeating this. I merely wanted a toast packet. The first time around I went over there after a boy with flashing of toast was inviting me like some other fulfilment of conditions for Mahaveera used to result in the reception of alms. Only difference: I was too easy to appease. No. Actually it is going to hurt sensibilities to use the reference. Religion is a way of life.

9. I asked if I would get the change for 500 rupees and he said I would if I buy ration worth 50 rupees. Sev Murmura is the best of the options in five rupees : better than most snacks I have tried so far. The later oater on the fan in Lucknow had to match with the event in evening in my class: another slipper fell off from the left feet. I had no role to play in the fairy tails. Absolutely bunkum Chandra kumkum muchkund much kind undie indigenous genocide genome. Gnome.

10. This reminds me that I have not seen the petrol pump guy with glasses since the ruckus started because he’s also the maafia. I was polite in asking for the change. And you’re what you are. If I am sitting silently besides a highway or a street it is not supposed to create a communicable disease. It shouldn’t also disturb the passersby. If it does so: humanity is dead and it’s goblins all around. If it’s the cause of disease : something is wrong with the rulers, with the air you are breathing and with the water you are drinking. Don’t produce so many babies when it’s already full to the brim.

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Potency of Obfuscation!

1. Saint Peter’s Royapuram is the green colour t-shirt worn by the cyclist on my way to evening job. I had seen such shirt during the lockdown phase one and now it’s only the first time after that. I greeted the old man who said he had bought it and knew nothing about it. Would look up Royapuram when I have time for it.

2. Before that a jeep full of people stopped me to ask the address of someone I didn’t know. The boy in the middle signalled me to lift my mask up. We all know it’s a charade. Another boy, a young boy with black mask does the role before me to compensate: though he knows that I would never need him to do that.

3. The student who has seen at least four big events in a month of our classes told about another quarantined clinic in his vicinity with a big question about why there was no news.

4. The street beginning from Maria Mata to old ITI was busiest today in the slot I returned from work. That’s in the last one month or so. Most of them were young people with rude language shaking gutka pouches. Why not; it’s the beginning of the month of virgin Mary as per the lunar calendar. Bhadrapada ends.

5. The kid made tea despite my asking him to not. He was talking about web history and making signs with left hand which looked like jerking off. Since he’s a teenager I can understand. He shows me pull ups and I tell him that at once I could do 18 pull ups in one set. Not anymore.

6. After having acquired the habit of shaking feet for some reason the young lady was sleepy again, therefore, I had to make her walk a bit which resulted in her measuring her height and she bumped her head into an electric switch as I was reading a book while the wire curled itself around the fan spindle. It was making an eerie sound while her mother was taking bed rest due to typhoid. I was slightly embarrassed to ask for an advanced payment but I had no monies honestly. And as she told me that she was going to take the healing from shaman in a village with her maid I spent about a minute listening to her. Why not. If I spend time writing about one of the employers I should do so for others as well. It’s only fair.

7. Grandpa with beard was there and the youngest sibling. The elder brother wanted to get feedback on the newspaper article where he was measuring the size of Okra with Kerala uncle whose family members uttered something to mean “Periya Puranam.” I recalled Ramalinga Paradesi. I knew about events beforehand but the cement laden laughing guy marking it twice for the kirana store was picking lines from an old blog. It was not mind reading and if it was I wonder why instead of spending so much on elaborate dramas they don’t pay me straightaway and we walk different ways.

8. The Chodron: Tibetan term. I love China. China is not my country but they do have beautiful women. If it’s because of eating snakes or snacks doesn’t matter to me. I closed my eyes for two minutes as the tea stall manager was arranging and the guy remarked : some people are so heavy that they can’t manage their own weights. Pay attention to the heavyweight. He was paid for he parked the truck where its pipe was throwing smoke in my face. I shifted my chair but his truck should be fined for pollution. The other guy who had a Shikha asked me if I was on a government duty. I said no. Then he further kept showing his big nose by being busybody nosegay margay grimalkin. I was thinking about riding a truck when it happened. And a deja vu.

9. The day was ruled by Venus, Rahu and Saturn. The tall guy in the town hall did look like a new one and I minded my mask lest they stop my passage for water balls. Samosa sellers are killing us poor people for they cost 15 rupees for two samosas and 10 rupees for one. It’s better to buy 4 chapatis from the shop librarian buys them from. He had pawned his radio for bread and a certain CM Mahauri was visiting him as a journalist when I refused to entertain him he didn’t manifest. I tried to taste my samosas well for I might not be able to afford them any longer. Bye bye Gopal Samosa agency.

10. An association for tutors who hike prizes. The day was eventful. Silent morning crowded evening. Somehow this city is the only city out of 52 cities in this state to have received least amount of rains: suggestion: look at the recent pictures of priests in Bhaskar where the water is touching the second or third step. I didn’t have time to visit the lake so bats came looking for me. Similarly: how come BMC Sagar is becoming the hidden euthanasia centre? Make it open and embossed and have me as the first participant willing to get out of here. I promise. Why waste so many resources on intimidating someone when they don’t want to be here anymore?

11. The next post shall be named Japanese Guava. He somehow needed a scooter for a fifty metre walk.

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Probably Why I Prefer Mongolians!

Let’s focus on what patriarchs are talking about. The patriarchs are debating whether it is right to put children in power over adults.

2. The old librarian was talking aloud about the honey trap. The old librarian thinks that the honey trap is a good idea.

3. I wonder why grandma asked her grandson to tear the page off of the notebook. The one where I had written the homework. Was it all a trap because a certain uncle fell after a verbal dispute and somehow onus was on me, like that of real estate disputes of my father’s, divorce proceedings of my sibling’s, my grandfather’s disputes with local mafias and so and so on. I wonder how the notebook was torn.

4. It’s sure that none of them were just that : people taking tuitions because no matter how utterly honest I was : I was always more than just tutor. The Jain baby was to keep tabs on me. While my house was a good destination, his house was off the limits because he was disturbed. The poor kids from privileged colony were also to keep tabs or to eat time because police surveillance wasn’t enough. After I was taken away, they all developed cold feet. Forty feet, forty rupees. Read this tohu as homework assignment:

5. All suicides were because of me. I was responsible for all evils in their eyes. Blind to the core they knew not their own hearts or minds. They were misled by a few silly words from an old man.

6. You do remember the systematic gaslighting on my trip to Satna for the examination for the post of labor inspector. What happened in Panna? Why was my sibling in on it like he was in on recent goon networks? The silly man was behind the whole thing

. 7. They all wanted to teach me a lesson: all in the clutches of death, decay and aging. All jealous and hoarding dust particles. A beautiful mind John Nash. Only I did nothing worthy of Nobel prize like Piyush Jain yet. Ghanshi has settled here and now she’s been finding matches for me like those who sent girls on the water balls shop knowing fully well how such petty arrangements are made by people who are bored of their horrible existence. When I told Piyush Jain that I was going to give her a lecture on quantum physics, she asked me to be her guest at her friend’s house.

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Don’t Take Sides!

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.

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The way out

1. Lest I forget: the reason why the size of posts became smaller: because I started getting more attention than usual from strangers. It created difficulty in sitting for more than a few minutes together.

2. The breeze is soothing after finger tea and five rupees pack of pasta snack. A biker with his wife stopped to ask the address of a gynecologist.

3. To find a quiet moment is difficult. Any and all moment meets with resistance. Wanting comfort is essentially using resistance for more resistance, which renders comfort to be an illusion. When mystic songs tell you about the enlightened abode it’s the understanding of futility of ambition and accomplishments of all types and yet it was misinterpreted by me to be inactive torpor, not just once. Settling and unsettling of mind is related to activity but doesn’t have a unique one on one mapping in each case. Casserole cassettes sets cases ping pong dong dong sing song jingling.

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Threading Ceremony!

1.There’s a dead bird. It rained in night. I would be lying on a bed of lies if I said that weather hasn’t been pleasant in the entire month of August. A month of nice weather is something remarkable. I feel wonderful : you can read, write or go for picnic if you can afford. I hope that we could have some repeat of it soon.

2. The man on the tea stall was injured and it seemed it was not polite to ask as he was wearing bandages and had many bruises. I hesitated before asking. I asked once the tea was served: he told that his bike’s chain slipped yesterday near the three way. The dragonflies are in the air. I hear people talk about something which is indistinct. I can hear the sound of the sea waves.

3. The goons were back and the talk you heard was not a coincidence. It was orchestrated by cowards for obvious reasons. The subtle build up of something they never understood. Why do they need these? Because they had nothing better. To make up for the years they failed to save.

4. The hole was full of them. They had no other business but to follow the command of their owners. Their purpose was to make you cry.

5. The question was not to take the vehicle through. The question was to feel free. There was a great deal of ruckus. It’s the same sign. The old man had many grudges. Gestation period was over. The people thought they were doing a good thing. I saw that there was a hubbub bubblegum Mugwumps thumbs-up handpumps umpteen umpires pyres resplendent dentists fragrant ranting about tingling lingas mingling jingling blingbotsslingshotspotsupshots. To be a man in those days was to fight for your country.

6. There’s a strange idea about making exaggerated claims. What people can’t control : they are scared of. Whatever scares you is the scarecrow rowboats oats sloat shalom anulom vilom anunaki Milwaukee milquetoast roast chicken kenophobia hobnobita tabanid horsemaybluecolddragonflyovertureundertoned. The Scarecrow had no arms, legs, or head, and what was left of him was lying in the straw.

7. As said before: you needed nothing special to be done to create a certain unease. Just be where you are. They want you to take sides. If you don’t then you are a strange case. They would accuse you of all things you never even considered. This is what witch trials were about. You may say there is certain devilry in the way they execute the so called “persecution syndrome.” But it’s at worst an attestation of the fact that you did something right. The garbage and the hole is full to the brim with such people who are scared for their lives. They are not aware of themselves and walk like zombies. I see them but can’t do much about them. At least I never showed them any flattery or pity.

8. There is a clear example of lineage being a hurdle rather than a support. Darker memes come back to cling even when you’re sober and aware that they’re completely ignorant. Contradictions are the fuel of the human mind. 9. Why can’t they directly tell you about their dislikes: because they are flickering, like their minds, in the wind of time: there are multiple layers of law. How many minutes of your time do they take before you return back to the dancing light. No matter how many it’s all going to end, for them, for you, for everyone because there are no eternal shows. They believe that they can leave their bodies. 10. The crow sings on electric wire. It sings a strange song. Kabbalists are not at rest. Why does it take so much effort to stay still? I really don’t understand. Fake news. They are too active and you wanted to tell them that their customs are good only for them whereas you are doing well. The Kabbalists took away the old world with their tradition.

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As it should!

1. A man on a bike in an underwear and a vest was singing something and smiled at me as he passed by. He was in a jolly good mood. He might be the happiest man I have seen in a long time. He didn’t belong to the hungry ghost realm. I started walking with an umbrella today as there was thunderbolt lightening in the South East. It was drizzling on the way and the umbrella came in handy. I took some pictures and met an old acquaintance who was taking tea on the same tea stall. I kept walking until I observed a kingfisher posing for a picture. I took a couple of shots before it flew away looking for its food. A dog was growling at a calf. I kept walking through the many hungry ghost realms. It was more difficult for me to get food on this day.

2. Onycophagist gist logistic sticks. The next day after eating some food, I took a bus and headed to the shopping street.

3. I was sitting silently and a nightingale started to sing a song. Some buffaloes were making a sound which was suppressing the song of melodious sphere of flutes. There were people inside the bus and they were thinking that it was very uncomfortable and they complained.

4. I had experience in traveling. I took the corner seat and kept looking outside. Sidereal zodiac actual snarling lingastronomical calculus. Since I was sitting on the corner seat, I could enjoy the scenery of the street.

5. I saw your face. It was pure love, beauty and joy. The time stopped and I drank the nectar of immortality. Honey dripping from your divine dance satiates my soul, my love. The carriage turned off the main street and I saw the scene behind the window.

6. A white brown doggie who was all wrapped in the mud had come to sit besides me by now. It has rained and trees, plants, animals and streets look fresh and full of energy. Raindrops have left their marks on the window glass, while the fluttering of the wind has left a feeling of total serenity.

7. There are water puddles and fishes. Some people are fishing. I smell some rotten things. Ten in number: I pen them down. Down the rabbit hole the toppled truck is still lying on the way. The Chihuahua and I leave the window and return to the kitchen.

8. I cook some tales. She has grown some tails of her own which ail every now and then though I keep trimming them down under anesthesia. She likes the tales late night her plight is on a flight to Honolulu publications have been catering ions on and on onions ring with caterwaul sounds. There is a presence of her own with which she is rather pleased.

9. There were four of us. Then there were none in nuntucket. I was preparing the bucket list for finales when it happened. A tractor passed slowly with some sand, then another, then another big Hyundai transport vehicle. She was coming with grass on her head, walking cautiously lest vehicles sprinkle the mud on street or she slips. My lips were not sealed anymore as solipsism had come to my rescue. Resplendent dental tally lyrical calculus lustrous omnibus. Another tohu verse in the making. A car passed, and the bucket list.

10. Well, the list dropped. Out of the bucket. And I closed my fist. Like a chemist. Mist was thick so I curled my wrist and took a twist along the long way. A long fellow had met Longfellow similarly. The demons were dancing in the discotheque. My paycheque was due. Verdue verdant ant slant. On the way home, the girl stopped at the bank, withdrawing enough money to pay her rent and buy food. 11. The scenery painted by you just before the rain was most breathtaking scene. The mystery. I kept walking through the fog seeing lines of trees and distant thick dark black clouds just before it started to drizzle. There were no vehicles in sight. No cameras can capture it. Once in a while a car would pass by.

11. The first story of the day finished by eight of clock and it was a sign. I was enjoying the jolly good weather and the soft breeze on my skin. Kith and kin were through thick and thin far away wayfarers. I turned myself to news. 19 kittens died in 21 days in Thane, Maharashtra. Gray slaty birds were singing in the ears of Ramalila Paradesi when he was composing his final 100 verses before his disappearance. Now the cat news is some news. I wonder if they would file it under Corona. As a matter of fact I had discussed with people about no animal casualties from so called virus. Isn’t it logical that animals living as pets should also have died? But Corona would follow no rules. I am worried if a time might come when there will be penalty on talking about Corona. A day might come when you can’t use Corona even in your fictional accounts.

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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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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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Birds

There were two birds sitting on an electric wire.

An antenna was staring into an abyss.

A pictogram told of a feeble minded nuisance.

How easy it is to decipher her.

The assembly had assortment medley

. And the jumbled vocabulary quizzes by a middle school failure who thought he was trying his best to put up an educated guess.

What is the name of the bird?

What does the gestures of gutka mean?

Not here to educate or enlighten.

The art of keeping records on pingpong tables. Singsongs dingdong claptrap humdrum humbug gummy bears will be there.

The way to eternity is here: you might like or dislike what happens next, said the hummingbird.

The general rules are general and consequences are mostly postmartum stitching besides the inglenook use any books, any hooks, any mad version will do animadversion ions will call clouds of happiness or doubts. You might not like what you see in the mirror. You might run Helter skelter. Books don’t help always and mirrors might start lying contrary to the common saying.

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What the heavens is going on here!

1. I am fond of NDTV prime time. The last episode available is enlightening.

2. A high placed govt. employee doesn’t get a bed in Bihar IGMS and dies due to Video drone. He had been declared negative. Then positive. Then dead . Eight months and counting … testing is still dicey.

3. As if it was not funny enough: Ravish interviews the psychiatrist working in Glasgow. I wonder if she’s been to the Sayasen Foundry. What is a psychiatrist got to do with the testing. She went over there from India to study one month was the duration of the study. She decided to live there: all alone by herself in a Mercedes.

And if you still find the attachment for life: here is a good picture I took this evening:

DeZa Woos A Gain!

Dazzling Linga wood woooos again and again gainsaid sadists modiste.