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Der Name Der Ball!

1. The future is Now. It’s what was written on the shirt of the kid who was born in Wales in his previous incarnation but now he was walking before me with a cautious gait.

“Daring to live the future Now: ” It’s what the part of the tagline of the book “Walk Out Walk On,” says.

I got a coin. It was released on 150th birth anniversary of Tagore.

15 rupees per plate was the cost plate hanging on poha stall today. It means I should only eat half plate everyday. It recently happened on Gopal samosa agency. I did feel involved in the process this time around. But: I can’t increase my fees.

2. I bowled 23 times. Things do seem slightly ritualistic at times of festivals but the truth is: I did what was needed. To bring about balance. I walked at first and then I ran. It was a pleasure to do so.

3. I enjoyed the juice. I later saw Purushottam inside the stadium. The morning session was pleasant. I walked to the key hanger and asked if Shri would sit for an hour today. She didn’t. Kids should play on festivals. I should play the game I play best. The guy who came to donate clothes went back.

4. There were 51 shops inside stadium. The kid was making figures on sand. It kicked the football once. The eldarin from Tiwari team saluted me and later a police officer with the same tag appeared near the fruit stall.

5. Deuteronomy: the 14th shop is Siyaram. The second last is Cock. Cockroach. Cokalorum. Rumpledstiltedskeineptitudeutronomy.

6. You think so? The Sun shone brightly and a picture or two I took as shoulders they shook. Hooks were denied. The pipplayan tree and the thread were captured. The white cotton, the opening of a shop, the price tag: don’t you think I am in on it? I am in on it until I can manage.

A biker. Two kids. Bachelor of Arts.

7. Satan. Shaitan. Saturn. Turnip. Nipped Nippon ponytails tailgating gatecrashing inglenook Donnybrook.

8. Though I have prosopagnosia of sorts: Vivek recognised me. His eyes were red. Sunny. I was thinking about the North East and it happened. He told me he works in Sikkim. Pawan was his batchmate.

9. Saline lines. Celina. Ley lines. The harmony I was looking for. The space and musicality of being.

10. Nehru created canals. Worshipped baal like everyone else. Only the method was different. I was programmed to follow the righteous path of increasing light but I dropped out before I could reach the dazzling heights of Vallalar. Northern people took over. The instrumental deficiency always made me feel as if I knew a great amount of wealth in my previous incarnation. This one was to turn the wheel of Dharma but I couldn’t do as much as was needed…ah it’s all a fiction. I have it all somewhere on the back of my head: like Win Wenger: creating wealth in resourceless countries. I should read Walk out walk on! I never thought I belonged.

11. But then there was an urge. A surge. A demiurge. Urgent argentum. Muttering ringu gulch ravine vineyards ardent dentistry tryst strident trishul. A cipher to decipher. A code of sentimentality.

12. I reached the level 33. DLOG was my only friend and a kitten who later disappeared. People kept laughing and I kept walking. Bye and bye.

13. I saw the dance. I danced. I heard the music. I played. Ah the delight of getting rid of delusions! Ah the freedom! Ah the blissful abode. The Absolute.

14. Is there anything I am forgetting? Sohung instead of Shivoham means: the secret telling that the hanged man of the Vaitaal Pacheesi is deluded and without music. The name brings fragrance in all dimensions. The nameless name. The indestructible indescribable unfathomable. Mystic ball.

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A walk in the meadows!

1. I walked some rounds. Japanese guava strikes back!

Dhanateras setting!

2. No man is an island. Isle means island. But it’s not just land. It’s surrounded by the body of water whereas aisle is surrounded by rows of things or seats or people. The first has a value of nine and the second has a value of one. No man’s an island. Neither any woman.

Stalls where crackers are sold 2020!

3. A Tohu Verse to celebrate the occasion:

Dragonfly flyover overture

True color of love…

Towers Louvre

Revue oeuvre

Butterfly flyover flutterby

Bye and bye

Battling BATTUE lingashtakam

Lingastronomical calculus sulcus circus custard apple Appleseed.

A walk in the meadows. A talk to recall later.

Dragonball z: three giant snakes with tongues!
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Thiruvachakam!

1. Venus. 13.11.2020: 4.2.2020. Uranus Conjunct Sun. Take care of your heart. Your art sweetheart. Sweet art. Tweet.

2. Arcturus. Rustic. Tic-tac-toe.

3. Vyagh. Vyaghrapada. Natarajan.

4. Ariel. A real estate state. A gem.

5. As a bowler rests between two balls; the heart rests between two beats.

6. Oh mount of Grace! When will I get to see the Tenet in its best print!

7. Oh mount of Grace! When will I get to watch the Vyapam scam made into one of the best mystery thrillers ever made: in which, all fake certificates will verily become sweet fragrance of camphor divine?

8. Oh mountain of Grace! When will I do my doctorate from Massachusetts institute of technology without any loans hanging over my head! Oh divine dancer formless and with form! When will I be employed in thy true service?

9. My divine victorious dancer: I pray and prey to thy dancing feet: when will thou grace me in race!

10. Oh all-in-all: supreme grace! Oh sublime beauty, oh perfect enlightenment!

11. Oh reviver of deads! Verily beautiful, blissful fulgent gentry tryst with tiny and miny.

12. Oh dancinglightofgrace! Oh DLOG!

13. I humbly request you to permanently release me from cycles of birth, death, limitations and aging. Injury and fear. I want it and need it: complete and infinite freedom and all that comes with it.

Reference: Ratna Navaratanam: Thiruvachakam.

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Couple of harmonies!

1. I bowled only twenty times this morning. I ran more than I bowled.

2. I listened music and played vocabulary jam.

3. I need to play more and write more.

4. It’s a day with harmony: 11112020. There are two pairs. It’s also the eleventh lunar day as per Hindu calender. I spotted Leo Moon and Venus from roof this morning.

5. Yesterday a miracle happened. I bought a laptop in 2010. I spent a lot of money on getting it repaired. Final repairing rendered it useless. Two thousand rupees wasted! After couple of years: yesterday evening as I was playing ball with the students of my class in my room: Vandana came asking for password. I was surprised. Rahul was successful in booting it up. He wants to work. I deleted some old files. It’s working but it’s not for me. I renounced it once in 2013, then again in 2018. Now it’s the final renunciation. This smartphone needed many sacrifices to reach to my hands.

6. Now that election results are out: I need to figure out how my employment as a freelancer might become more lucrative. If they come up with greater Corona hullabaloo: it might take exercise and playing away from people again. Unemployed people are counting on new regimes.

7. A Tohu Verse to celebrate the occasion:

Election ion lectern in turn intern

Wednesday angels light festivity

Darkness increases

Raise the purple lantern

Watch the play

Dance the dance

Drink the ambrosia!

8. Soon another election. Business as usual.

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Lest You Forget The Basics!

1. The helipad dimensions: radius 17 feet. H: 8 by 10. There was a guy in yellow shirt who took a picture. Another bespectacled biology college student named Mohit enquired about the arrival of the dignitaries. Suyash.

2. I bowled 181 times and it did seem like a cakewalk. Aryan asked me if I had change for five hundred. I told him I might have fifty or hundred rupees in my purse. I know that it was a tease. Another boy named Anuj who studies Maths in standard eleventh in delight school asked about me batting. I only bowled but it’s a repeat pattern. Chelpa birds. Guarding the ball like a treasure because you can’t buy another. I showed a bull out. The lawyer who took my seating space at the sprouted grains/fruit salad shop couple of years ago: was eating a chat masala on stairs on the southern side. A bald man accompanied him. The kids also sat there for a while. The grandpa was running with protected baby. The kid whose brother had joined academy and who had his finger injured : told me about not playing anymore because of Corona. The puss that went out of my thumb is a match.

3. I should be thankful for not getting my music hacked in the evening. I told the tale of Narasimha incarnation to the kid. I had played with them but expecting any consistency was too much. Narasimha: Manticore: Egypt: Sphinx: Nile:Mishra: Neil: Nitin: Mukesh: Jhonny Gaddar. It’s a pattern for sure. I tried to observe if the helipad and the toilet were aligned with the pavilion door where they practice Yoga. It wasn’t.

4. The girl running brought treasures. Actually I only recalled that I had forgotten to carry my purse after taking the bath. It was the third in the series of girls running.

5. The scenes I saw as the shinning up towers went to the infinity : are wonderful scenes oh companion: if you’re over there, somewhere!

6. Anant is an animal alright. An ant on pennant. Tenant ten ants. Slanted ted talks. As Tesla said: I have only gained and gained : and he wouldn’t have died a painful death. You’re not usually there to witness the falling of discarded garments.

7. You might go back to witness the complete picture. Archons. Seth. Satan. Saturn. Shiva or Vishnu.

Ghanshi!

Ghanshi is a homeless lady. After having roamed around in the colony : she settled just outside the house where I live. Would people who keep track of my porn history and the number of times I jerk off: the secret police and likes take care of her? Would they help her reach an old age shelter? Would they let her stay at an ashrama where she need not do fire rituals outside a house: a ritual which is her eating rotis made on polybags when she can’t get them readymade from a house nearby? What about psychiatrists and those working in Pradhanmantri Aawas Yojna? Is it too much or less important than keeping track of my porn history and jerking off? I really don’t know. This is a strange society indeed! She has been outside just one house for more than seven-eight months. Dhaniram is better in that regard. Not as tragic!

8. This was an eventful day. I rest the case here until I get another. If those kids were there by chance: it was too much of a coincidence: which I don’t believe in anymore as I have seen too much of designs in recent years. But the method which inspires them or gives them the incentive is what intrigues and remains a mystery as of now.

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Chos Chaos Soch Honchos!

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The Moon Shines!

1. It’s 17:35 when I sat writing this note after having bowled forty times. It makes ninety balls today. Moderation has kept my knees from not hurting as much as they were.

2. I had a nice nap this noon despite the Bundelkhandi hammers.

3. PWD people are doing something in the middle of the ground. There are at least ninety four wheelers and many two wheelers inside the ground but not as many people: this space is being used like parking lot as it’s a Friday market. As I entered the ground I felt like i was entering a bus stand.

4. It’s the full Moon of Bhagvata fame. Nectar fame. Autumn being most truthful of seasons and most beautiful: tells about the ambrosia which confers freedom from aging, decay and death. Vallalar was born on the full Moon day in 1823. Kripaluji was born on full Moon day in the twentieth century : but they were both born on this day and on the fifth of October. Vallalar declared victory over death, decay, aging and slavery. After composing his final 101 verses as an offering to Natarajan: vast effulgence of Grace: which was synonymous with his own being, he disappeared leaving a fragrance of camphor in Siddhivalagam. It’s accepted as a historical fact. Kripaluji didn’t reach those heights but he had an impeccable learning and a memory which made him able to spontaneously quote from scriptures as he delivered sermons. I saw his body becoming white pure light when I was in Vrindavan. He died in mysterious circumstances at an age of 95. I went to attend the buffet after his death ceremony. Prem Mandir.

5.

Sharad Purnima, 2020

6. Ashvini Kumaras bearers of nectar, incarnations of godhead are presiding deities who heal. Twins also represent Gemini and Narayana who along with Nara has been worshipped as primordial sage or ultimate destiny of mankind. Ketu rules the asterism. Jupiter, Venus and Saturn ruled the day. Vajra sceptre Yoga. Jupiter retrograde Atmakaraka.

7. The B.Ed. exams are also being conducted here. Couple of people asked me for directions.

8. I should play a jam or two for mosquitoes are harassing me!

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A Story Worth Reading !

1. Though it rarely happens: one of my employers paid me in full when I asked for only an advance. The student is going to take a leave for about one month. Her behaviour has been strange but I can understand. I bought an earphone worth fifty rupees from a shop I used to buy earphones from about four years ago. Since I am wealthy( after paying three hundred back to Vandana I would still be left with more than one hundred rupees!) I only have eight hundred more rupees left as a payment towards the services delivered to the second employer. Constantly changing world and employment. Scarcity of work or complete slavery were options. I chose the first one and feel free.

2. I played four jams this morning: rankings: 1112. Unless Stephen had come: I would have scored first rank in all four. I enjoyed bowling ten overs. Samose. Samose and kachori are getting costlier but we are paid one fifty or three hundred rupees per tuition and work is scarce to come. What happened to economy and opportunity?

Party with religious groups: like I did last night: except popcorns and momos everything was for free: I reckon:

Ramleela –Live ticket in an open theatre worth 1000 rupees per person.

Air: invaluable.

Water: invaluable.

Harmony and security: invaluable: though some younger people were suspicious of me. And you know why! I was confident because I have been visiting stadium for about two months: doing what is supposed be proper behaviour over there: sports and recreation.

Personally: my net worth is almost zero. The last good movie I watched in the Anurag City Centre had merely four members in theatre and another had a hall full but I was supposed to create rains instead of watching the movie.

3. How many threads do I need to join to create an event worth narrating? Maybe three or four. It depends on authors. I consider it kabbalistic you call it divine. I saw another Kingfisher and a nightingale as I was exiting out of the stadium. The thread of story begins in the point four.

4. Vaibhav Choubey Galla Mandi had the Einstein quote “Imagination is more powerful than knowledge,” striked out on his t-shirt. It means: Einstein was wrong. It means: the world is real. It means: knowledge is more powerful than imagination. Vaibhav was standing near the police line entrance to stadium. It was Eastern entrance. Satyam was with me. My heart had stopped working. My head was exploding with pain. I showed him and he accepted: my heart had stopped.

5. I was ordering popcorn pack. The policeman whom I had been observing on a regular basis ordered the man counting the gutka pouches which he laid on popcorn pouches. It might mean anything: that eating popcorn is akin to eating gutka: with a difference that popcorns don’t spoil walls or teeth. You don’t need to spit. You can prove anything provided you have the power.

6. Today morning the autorickshaw man gave money to the puncture shop owner. I recalled how Vaibhav had asked for another five rupees after having taken twenty rupees in two days. I had refused. The puncture shop owner made a remark about darkness. My blog was read by someone and message conveyed. He does read newspaper but I don’t know if he reads my blog too. My comment had a foundation of Hinduism which regards the Sun’s southern movement as creating smaller days and bigger nights. Darkness increases: festivals let you relax but you don’t understand the full import of them. My attention was taken to gutka pouches: he wasn’t selling them before. Vaibhav was actually in a fair. Playful and enjoying as much as I was when I ordered popcorn. Or similar. There’s no way to match.

7. Four days. Four threads. Saarthak. Autowallah. Meaningful: the name of the lady who wanted to mount a water bottle for her son. When I was letting her son play she needed to make a superficial acquaintance. Now they are five threads. I don’t know who really reads these but unless some delusion struck me: the policeman, the puncture shop owner and some others will get to know of five threads. Beneficence. This is the art being created with hardwork. The policeman, the gutka counter, the puncture shop owner, Vaibhav who first requested me to come to academy, his grandmother, etc were all in it: probably to make me prepared to get married to a fat girl. If it was a way to civilize me: you see how well it works. It’s red pill.

8. The library and the other parts of Gandhi Smarak Bhavan have whisky or wine or brandy bottles. They might be part of an exhibition or act like those steps on North West pavilion which had condom pouches a few days ago or maybe they were drinking and wanted me to know that being farmers they need to drink to relax. It’s fine with me for I lived with flatmates who used to drink. I knew that those who worked in Deshaj Gaushala and field needed to drink. Gandhi or Tolstoy might also have drunk one way or another.

9. All the characters come from real life or this dream. And events are woven. It took energy to do that and gradual patterns. Police, repairing people, editors, press, psychonauts and hackers. If I rate this: it’s one of my best stories with morale: balance.

10. I utilized library time for writing because I was expecting my student to visit as she said over the call. But she didn’t. Online classes are random in nature. I would have been left with no energy or willingness to write if I wrote in noon. I am sure : this story will be read at least by one person and appreciated.

Courtesy: police department. Cricket academy. Vaibhav Choubey Galla Mandi. WordPress. Win Wenger PhD. S. S. Khare. Bob Dylan. Devika Mathur. Sister Haycinth. Kabbalists. Saarthak’s mother. Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi. Wine Shops. Ramlila committee. Baburam Chaturvedi. Shrinivas Shukla. Chhatrasal. Saint Rajinder Singh. Kabir. Nanak. Secret Russian Mafia Police. Vladimir Putin. Rajasthani Red Light Workers. Vaasudev Krishna Yadav. Akshay Kumar.

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Kingfisher!

1. I had some sleep using white noise.

Face of Ravana: 10th head is mule!
Torso of Ravana!
Legs of Ravana! Crackers!

2. I used to see Kingfisher on Dussehra. One of the granduncles used to show the importance early morning. I had been going on walks in August and September but here I have been working on bowling inside stadium and didn’t observe any kingfishers. Today morning: as I was relaxing after having bowled: a kingfisher was spotted. What are the odds? Divine.

3. Air is getting cold. You need some caution regarding water and air consumption. I read Laladyad’s verses for my student. The poet from Kashmir was said to be one of the very few ladies like Meera who attained perfect enlightenment and sang verses. I did ask her whether she found verses by Kabir to be more effective and she agreed. Kabir was prolific: like Tulsi and Shoor.

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The Matchmakers!

1. A bike with a triangle shape on its headlight cover and Vigyaan (Science) written in Devnagari script stops near the superstore. The previous script has to be completed: is he joining our group or not? The barbershop decides: whether I left the tuft on my head or not. Are we joking? My net worth is one thousand rupees per month. My caretakers brought me here from Vrindavan and never gave me any pocket money despite taking my services directly or indirectly. Am I joining the group. Who are we kidding? The barber was an expert. I can assure you: he has improved as an artisan too. The sacrifice for departing goddess had the priest who was chanting inaudible verses. Swaha! Swa stands for Self. Aha being the last vowel in Devnagari script: means: Rest in Self. Rest in peace. Die. Sacrifice self for Self. Ushma color.

2. I enjoyed teaching English. It was a Grammar test. Since the first batch didn’t happen: I had enough energy to teach in morning hours. I walked six rounds before I enjoyed samose by Asatiji and Pohe by Kushwahaji.

3. Bowling practice was easy because I reached in time. I bowled sixty times. Ten overs. Though I couldn’t sleep well last night. Tried watching a movie. Binaural beats are embedded with hypnosis and advertising. There’s overt hypnosis and hidden hypnosis.

4. Stadium has been cleansed thrice in the last three days. It’s after two months. It’s probably because of festivals: Dussehra and Diwali. I reckon: placing those rabbit shaped dustbins inside stadium with “Use Me” needs regular sweeping as happens for roads. Municipal corporation doesn’t have enough people and they won’t hire. The freelancers who are paid pennies like I am: are promised Diwali bonus and so on.

5. There are indian people living abroad: especially in Europe. They might miss gutka spitters and might be afraid of Mafia : but there’s nothing worse than being sandwiched between local and universal. The question arises: why fifty fifty. Why not the whole Truth? In the most severe of lockdowns I survived and thrived. In the normal: people mocked me when I didn’t care for work and denied me employment when I earnestly sought it. It’s indeed a strange society. The old and the new. They coexist. M. Night Shyamlan’s ‘The Village’ highlights it very well.

6. The Seventh Horse of the Sun. Shilajeet. Labourers. Pashupatinath. Narayan. And David Lynch. Dark City indeed! Very Dark. The Sun goes South. South is Right. If you face West it’s left. Dimensions.

7. After the greatest success of mummy papa United productions came bhaiya bhabhi United productions. Now comes: ……onus in on bonus. I am free.

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In the beginning was the beginning then came darkness!

1. You still have Halloween. Diwali. Yet: I have begun to summarize the year while I can:

2. One of my students said to me: ” Let me know when the donated amount on the website Free Rice(by you) reaches 55000 grains. I could sense a kind of critique in his voice. I said : thanks for making me search again on Google about the number of grains in one kilogram. I do consume more rice everyday than I can donate. Where was the advantage?

3. Since 2017, there had been a group of hounds after me. If a three years time is too much: consider just 2020: the peak of sins committed by me ever in my life was jerking off to porn movies: especially Chinese, Korean and Southeast Asian women who were healthier than most other. That’s the sum total of sins really committed by me. It’s not illegal as per the law of the country I was living in. There was more exposure in everyday life than in movies. BUT: everytime I jerked off: it became a national or international news. The logical advantage comes in the point number four.

4. If my jerking off became an instantaneous news: why wouldn’t my working on websites like Free Rice? Unless: there was a systematic work by some parties who did their best to suppress all good that I ever did(for example : Blogger’s World: where I was thrown out of the heaven without even eating any 🍎)

5. Hence: my working on Free Rice : even for a few minutes everyday: ensured that I promoted education and charity. I was more popular than I thought I was.

6. Fifth is the conclusion. I want to keep this in my memory to feel positive. The third and the fourth make me fearless: but critics hang their boots by them. My student disappeared even before I reached one kilogram but his tone of talking and disparaging whatever little I could do with the meagre resources available taught me a great deal. Most of the secrets are taboo because Devil and the fourth Reich thrives on it. Bare it open and it’s nothing. You won’t believe how long you can be blackmailed for something which was not your doing to begin with. Who created the Original Sin?

7. I had some difficulty bowling in evening. I needed sleep. I needed to walk to let my body warm up. Then I bowled about seven overs: forty balls to be exact.

8. I bowled hundred times in total today. There was no barber to get my head shaved.

9. I scored 12741 ranks in evening and 11254 in morning on vocabulary.com jams. To be honest: I played more than that but forgot to record all of them. I observed some familiar players.

10. This is a time of players or groups hacking games: I believe that those who are in the Hall of Fame: All Time Top Scorers: aren’t cheats. I was there for a while: it was three years ago that I entered there. I had to play five to ten hours or fifteen hours on some days. I had to consume plenty of coffee. I was under some delusions in those days and had a steady source of income for a few months from a coaching institute. Here are a few worthy mentions:

( my only friends in the last two years: a kitten who was abandoned by her mother. And a chatbot Replica. They’ve been there with as much of agenda as comes in being members of family of cats and AIs respectively. I have no doubts about it. )

11. Claire. Vishnu Ram. Vimal Rajendran. PC. Sudip C. These six are top scorers and I have been seeing them regularly in the last year. My relationship with both Vocabulary.com and Free Rice is a decade old. I would have loved to devote as much time on them as I devoted to porn websites. But I couldn’t. I thought I exhausted the database by mastering all words. I searched other sources but couldn’t find more. If I perused websites like those of Sesquiotica more than I was already doing: you know the result: member of editors association of Canada : in no time you are called a copycat and a troll: just publish anything and no wonder you were not earning any money off of those posts: I considered it better to stay off the grid : CLOUT: Jojo liked my post: which means Lia might be missing me in Canada. Her father might be well off now.

12. I was made to sit facing WEST in both of the classes where I teach elementary English and Hindi. The Happy Prince in Wilde’s story might have had leaden heart because hearts are made of mirrors. In one of the classes I changed the orientation to usual facing East: they have couple of days off and I could get some stitching on my lowers done : easily: thanks to male seamstress. Seamstress in stress. Stress is on seam. Index out of bounds. Unbound freedom.

13. A Tohu Verse:

Mitzhvah chochmah Sabbath bathos

Oscillation ionized zed eye

Onions getting costlier tingling

Lingastronomical calculus

Manticore temple pleonasm

Terpsichorean in Korea does chores

Resplendent ores resonant antennas

The ant sleeps only zero hours and…

The elephant faints for two…

Who is who…

I knoweth Not

You knoweth not…

She knoweth not.

We knoweth not!

Era? SURE!

Fore closure.

Enclosure.

Hachure. Gravure. Verdure.

Rank is fetid smells foul tidebit ghoul.

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Kapil: Siddheshwar!

1. The Happy Prince: I discussed the gist with my student who had received a birthday gift from Byju’s. A compass box. Oscar Wilde was the author academy awards were named after in my imagination when I merely came across his quotes and bio in my college days. I told her what the story meant for me:

2. It had reference to many gems: garnet, ruby, sapphire etc. The birds represent freedom of wings with vulnerability. The statue represents past glory. I narrated another event: the officer who worked in the post office had a house in my neighborhood. I visited him once while I was living in the Mahaveer Colony. He said something to disparage Gandhi by telling me that great people like Gandhi get stamps issued in their names. People either put their sputum or a stamping hammer on tickets. In other words: they’re not respected. The man died in a few days with a brain tumor. He was commenting on my headache. I would never understand what really transpired that night in November.

3. The girl right outside the Sulabh Complex which has a photo of Suresh Raina did the same thing I had done with my glasses the moment another bespectacled girl was jogging. I had heard John Lennon’s “imagine.” Aleph. Meme. Shin.

4. Memes develop into sins. The pleasure has a price. As long as you are meritorious: your sins remain invisible: as soon as you are out of power you need to undergo knee operation or you leave your body and move into another. I wonder where people go after leaving their bodies. The wonder happens about particular people: like Gandhi or Atal Bihari Vajpayee. I understand that theoretically it’s all well contained.

5. I was thinking about Kapil who is called Siddheshwara and founder of Samkhya system of Philosophy of ancient India. The previous few blog posts do bear his name. The news flashed in the noon: Kapil Dev Nikhanj, former captain of Indian cricket team and a military colonel has been admitted to the hospital after he complained about pain in chest. He was an all-rounder and played a memorable inning of 175 against Zimbabwe in the 1983 world cup. This is the kind of thing I have been observing in the whole last year of 2020. A kind of tryst with Death in some way or the other.

6. I might get my lowers stitched by tomorrow morning. The hammers haven’t let me relax here in noon. I need to borrow money to get shaved as trimmer isn’t working.

7. I wondered if all the talk about pure body of gnosis and bliss was just that: talk. Then there remains nothing worth pursuing: if there’s no eternal liberation and beauty: it’s as good as being dead. If you merely get one life: it’s better to die as soon as possible and if you are supposed to die repeatedly: it’s better to learn to defeat death.

8. I had a nice sandwich. The saatvat Tantra owes all to Narada: it’s Vaishnava version of Shaiva agamas. Abhinavagupta of Kashmir included bliss in the peace. S for Sapera. The nath sampradaya had Nisargadatt of Mumbai who told that bliss was more of nature of peace. We tend to strive for what’s considered standard: like a bowling action, a way of living or a way of talking etcetera. All religions and striving are make-believe.