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Saturday

1. You can see both Sun and Moon in the sky. The rising Sun looked amazingly beautiful and I took a shot but the camera fails to capture the extent of beauty perceived by eyes. Thinking of beauty : it’s a construct of repeated suggestions based on what’s supposed to be harmonious and orderly from the viewpoint of humans. The reason why Natarajan was called the madman and the regimes like that of Hitler’s caused unforeseen destruction : humans can’t just surrender to the harmony. Ego structures are bound to fall sooner or later. There is a beauty in the wild another in the mix where humans meet the wild and yet another which is completely artificial. Most of the humans are limited to the third type. The first type needs you to have the owl vision.

2. I kept talking to the owls. Baby owls are cute. They mimicked my head. Couple of Genga birds above my head on the branches of the Neem tree. Their eyes are funny. Owls are creatures of stunning beauty. Today’s walk was a pleasure as there was this contrast from the last evening’s hubbub. Now that more people are coming on the ground : my evenings might become exhausting.

3. A policeman was talking to the tea stall guy. I only heard bits and pieces.

4. Reality is indeed stranger than fiction. Come to think of it: if you live like I have been living : it might be more interesting than a Hollywood flick. I have not watched anything which comes close to Inland Empire in the last five years. Even Inception has no match. Nothing of value was made by Nolan after The Dark Night. Interstellar was much ado about nothing and Lynch had an understanding which no other auteurs had. Rest of the filmmakers coming later on had shoddy mimicking of time travel movies made before. A Shammi Kapoor song : Baar Baar dekho…. Plays on radio of an autowallah. Lyrics is stunning so is music. Sometimes I flow with the ideal of quality of things reducing with the passage of time as depicted in Hindu Puranas. Take much talked about web series Dark which uses music by a German artist: Hollywood movies did it better. Music annoys. Overacting artists. In short, you take time to adjusted to the lingo of villagers and transport guys. Sun is hot.

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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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Monkeys

There were many of them.

1. Monkeys refused to pose for me. Kaal purusha’s yoni is monkey today: I consider it a sign because I didn’t see any of them yesterday. I zoomed out and took the shot. It was near the peppermint processing plant. A dead water snake was lying nearby. It had flies on it.

Can you see the color?

2. The twenty rupees note in the picture above was given in change for the hundred rupees note by the tea stall boy. This is the first such note in my hand. Its color is different. I think about the icon of Gandhi. Since India is more populous than most nations except China: image of Gandhi draws more psychic energy than that of image of Hanumana, Christ or Rama combined together. Almost everyone uses money and every note as a rule has Gandhi on it. 10, 100 and 20 rupees notes have greatest circulation. You should not be surprised to see Modi, Patel or Golwalkar on currency notes very soon.

3. The cement truck has a burst tyre. I hadn’t noticed it until another truck stopped by here and they were talking about it.

Can you see the burst tyre?

4. A kingfisher perched on the main road before it flew back to the electric wire. A nightingale sings.

5. A tohu verse in the making:

Crust rust trust bust stud udder der furor Teutonic cussing singularity ritzy zygote otiose mitotse litotse

Tectonic architectonic tonic ambrosia nick Icarus rustic tic tax toe sticks taxeme nostoc regeme nostrum truncated nose talk nosegay margay grimalkin kith through rough thick thin ninny nyayaverserk krass raspberry.

Altarrastasisaltazimuthompsonneteereelingastronomynahalwalnutterversevereserveracitypicalculustrumurmurodomontadeedeemeediniditihasalutufticklishindiginsengombroonoorunicunningingerlyrealacritympanumbattuesdaylightingeoduckrampikenophobeliskydaddylovesyouchopineptitudeucesspooloopholestrademandsudorifictoonomatopoeiambicarusticklerrevuueulogyratinglongonebydaysnowonoosevensunsahollisticitrusimississipisconematodeaconnockranschulussoiteringulchravineyardaylightiffinishinnuendoodle

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Eyes Wide Open

1. The parrots were feeding on the same ground where I had uprooted carrot grass as my first field exercise two years ago. It drizzled as I was walking and then as I was taking the class. I had a tea and water balls.

2. The black moth is flying. I sometimes think: when I am most experienced, I am poorest. The first one was by birth, second by choice and the third one was because of being prey to optimism. You can’t keep both–the lifestyle of your choice as well as the capacity to buy unless you are an accomplished alchemist.

3. Radha Ashtami. Anuradha constellation transit of Moon. Seven years ago when prasadam was given to me in the temple where I had reached after running away from house(‘house is not the home’ is the name of the chapter which was read today)–i was told that it was birthday of the divine potency which is the governer of bliss. It is considered that nobody enters the divine abode Vrindavan without her permission. I considered it a synchronization as I had no idea about it before I made my mind up for escaping duties, job and marriage. I had to exit from Vrindavan because of the same divine will which had taken me there.

4. The difference between words. I was thinking about the possibility of watching a movie but it seems I have no time. The drilling machine overhead did seem boring and musical at times but I have to manage with the night hounds which come unannounced. Is this what sanity feels like? Crickets are chirping and vehicles are passing by. I hear the flute orchestra. The author who wrote Jaina Darshana–Ratanlal Jain -didn’t impress me least bit. The forgetfulness is a flurry of ideas for sure and each identity takes some energy but the sense of it all being dependent on ‘existence’ never goes away. Between an adept who has gained mastery over death and one who is seeking: countless number of hours of work is put from the seeker’s viewpoint, who is in the temporal realm shaping a world of his own, one among infinite number of possibilities whereas the adept is beyond time, only immersed in itself timelessly and formlessly. Formulae might be useful but knowledge as a whole is synonymous with reality, with perfection and can’t be contained. I recall her eyes in the last class when I let her go and I knew it right from the first moment I saw her, but the eyes that constantly watch me never let me go.

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Rastafarian birds!

There are few words. A few birds frolicking. There were eight crows on the way. The clouds are foggy but enough to obstruct the path of the Sun. Breeze is soothing. A couple of geese flying over the pond. . The white birds came here for food. The day was spent counting the spitters. What you reinforced became magical calculadora fedora oral omnibus busted stead. The man and the woman that lived in the house were both researchers of the supernatural.

The girl who has her left hand bandaged was playing with a cart just a few days ago. As I was sitting besides the puncture shop , couple of men on tractor asked me if I repaired punctures. I told them that the mechanic was in his village in Bihar and next shop was a few metres away. Buffaloes, crows on their back and a few cows. The lady with water box on her head walks cautiously.

Tohunchopinewoodenmarksmanshipwreckedeaconnostocomcasterismiasmaritannedensemestersevereserverisimilitudeepediatricianinjamermaidempotentateeleelaitympanumbattuesdayanshamsitabrizionomatopoeiambictusuturesplendentistrystuckrassingularitypicalarmistarravineyardentrancesspooloopholeoninenemyalgiamericanineuterrovingumshoeilladealtaipeidolonesomeshugameteoutoutiniditihasalubriousumptuousummumbonumbattuesdaylightightwadouseraglioilowlemmingsnowononionoisemipiternal

Diversion,

Inversion ions noise,

Cenotaphs aversion,

Ad version, fed version,

Version XYZ,

Gee gemmatria trialsome sommelier,

Which veanjmarse is on?

Which verse will do?

Any mad version.

Anima mania

Animadversion

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Justice

Justice!

Just ice,

Very nice,

Roll the dice,

Play the role,

Reach the goal,

The hole,

Play the word,

Lay the cards,

On table,

Cable car,

Carmine minecraft,

Able stable,

Rabble roused.

Coal doused.

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Art

1. Two birds on wire were nuzzling each other. A buffalo was singing a song in a strange voice. The Sun shone brightly and there were no rainbows.

2. There was a bus without any passengers or staff, parked just about a hundred metres away from the pipe where the truck had toppled. I feel it’s obvious that there were very few people on the way as I started walking. I was thinking about the possibility of waiting for the tea on the second stall. But it was not open at all. There were some players in the railway ground. They were singing the song of the brotherhood.

3. The parasite on the shepherd’s shoulder was there since yesterday, when he went to cut the grass off. The smoking man was talking about the theft that happened recently. The father was telling the kids to come back and take a rest.

4. The third kingfisher sat on the neem tree. It started speaking in a strange tongue. It wanted me to believe in something I didn’t believe before. The conviction that new identities related to events and people which are new are actually ancient is one of them. It’s contrary to the recency illusion in which you develop a delusion that something is recent whereas it’s actually ancient: for example the word ‘methinks,’ is not new and it’s found in Shakespeare but I was convinced that it was recent when I first encountered it. I saw indra’s net and I saw its signboard along with damsels. The dreams are akin to waking life if you have enough deja vu. Sometimes, in the true sense of deja vu, the signs of the presence of some past event are so strong that you can mistake that event for the present event.

5. Breeze is soothing. There was a cricket on the shirt and it kept chirping. The people developed a new trait: to show some artificial damage just to satiate some gossipmonger, because yes, you understand what righteousness or knowledge truly is: playing the ancient game of counting ducks and doing reparations. Strange world in which I lived is getting stranger. A biker passed by saying “yes, this is the net, indra’s net, with a billion eyes in it. I saw an insect crawling on my phone yesterday. It was a spider. “Let me take a photo of you, Mr. Spider,” she said, “to show my friends.”

6. Small cloudlets are travelling in Southern horizon. I feel relaxed. The burden of work has reduced. There was a war in which Artemis was present. Sweet birds sing lullabies now. A ray of starlight is shining here and there.

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Escape Clause Built In!

1. Many hungry ghosts: each vying for attention. The Jewish girl wrote a long story. She was fond of her dog but her god was not fond of her. The girl was more interested in writing.

2. I heard the whirling leaves dancing in the breeze. Each day I ask myself: could it have been more beautiful? Unlike passers-by I don’t long for more. This is enough. This is perfect. Where is Socrates and why does it matter? I wish to thank my friend for trying.

3. Should I thank myself or lockdown or virus or my stagnant family for these walks? I was content then, content now. All my little adjustments reveal more beautiful worlds full of light and awareness. Nothing is impeding my escape from that silly notion of something impeding.

4 People want something. They want to escape reality. There is no escaping themselves. Either invent a disease and work to prevent it or create wars or problems to solve. Something to chew on externally. Something to think about internally.

5. Tohu verse for mitzvah girl: tashlichichbinliechenrezigzagzigguratbaggeryemensuturetinueulogyrationoosephereticalculustrousumptuousulcustardappleoninelivestibuleopardandruffurlonghongkongulchravineyardentistrystuductileopardoomsdaynearbyearmarkedemantoidungeonlycanopyratedeltabaniditintinabulationutmegastrickshawkerchieftaintedeterminantennastylusufructoseoulukalapurushamustardramatistarrastammyalgiambicpentametersevereverseventhsealarmigermulctohunchbackbitinglingastronomytrochenoughostockpilemonsoonostockraspberryemenigmatadormoribundieidolonomanslandslidingdongutturallyingyangumshoeilladealteredstateacupuckeredoomoodrumurmuring When they do, they always have a built in escape clause, in case they should change their minds.

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Walking

1. There were giant bats on the Ashok tree. It has started to drizzle as we were waiting near the swing. Wings of bats were spread like canopies. Batlings were battling with drizzle drops, flying zigzag. They were not there just a few days ago. An owl and half lives there too. It’s cute. A bird with a crest was sitting on an iron bar. They threw their beedi and went away. The owl with white feathers on top of the white electric poll flew away as soon as it saw me coming to take a picture. I moved out of house without an umbrella. I had walked only a few blocks when drizzling became rapid and I had to go back and pick the umbrella. The umbrella has a gaping hole on the handle.

2. The rapid movement of clouds from left to right created an exquisite scenery. I took many pictures before the second tea stall. The truck kept moving slowly until it disappeared in the horizon. It was the fourth day since its accident. I saw the deaf man before the narrow passage. He was trying to tell about yesterday’s bus accident. I tried to grasp his sign language. It rained and umbrella came in handy for saving torso. The deaf man said his name was Li Ning.

3. I got a job offer yesterday evening. The timings need to be adjusted. I also need to explore another direction for an examination. The days are hectic. He will see her in a day or two.

4. She was looking at him with intrest but he had no time for her. The customs. People are enjoying good weather. He plans to have a discussion with his father.

5. The discussion about breeding is a fundamental discussion. The second hand was moving without jerk and it was time. The stuffed tomatoes were singing ginseng songs. The father is thinking about the son.

6. The dancing lord is dancing an amazing dance. I don’t pay any heed to gossips. I don’t have anything to look forward to. Nor do I have anything to look backwards. It has all been erased. The teacher came and stood on the left side.

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Nowhere!

It’s the world photography day.

A squirrel is trying to nibble at the blue shirt hanging on a pillar.

A lizard looked out of ventilation of the bathroom yesterday, near the same place as it was raining cats and gods.

Dragonflies and horseflies,

Buzzing zing,

Amazing birds,

Though he charges ten rupees per tea,

How does he maintain the same quality per serving,

Is a mystery. I have served tea.

It’s drizzling and a piece of plastic chair is my seat under the neem tree.

If I were asked to live a memory of this life again,

It would be this.

The tree leaves are dancing,

And all the faces which were familiar to me have completely been erased from my memory.

The freight train passes at random times. The passenger and the express are no longer running. I look towards the track which might be used as the pathway in Winter.

Yellow butterflies flutter by.

Rustling leaves, emptiness.

Heavy vehicles on duty.

Heavy duty.

Free from desire. I never had any.

Many birds commingle on a branch,

They look innocent,

They sing jingles,

Bells chime,

Words rhyme,

It’s about time,

A portal opened,

A doorway,

A snoring ring,

A quiet bird perched,

Quietly on an electric wire,

Oblivious to oblivion,

Immersed in its own glorious fumes,

It looks at the caravan of moths,

It looks at the grass,

It ponders,

It twitters

Its chirping is terse,

It looks at the timeless dance,

Eternity.

It was here, now it’s nowhere.

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Vyatipata!

1. The first is: Rahu rules the Vyakulata. I chose the word “calamity” to describe human existence as it came to me and synchronistically it’s what Vyatipata means: “A great disaster.” Sun, Mars and Mercury change their signs by transit today and Rahu becomes the Armakaraka for a while. For many days: Rahu would keep swapping the post with Moon until Venus, Sun, Mercury or Mars mature in their new signs or Jupiter begins directional movement again.

2. Saturn and Moon rule the day. I saw a madman near the pipe. His left hand was wounded and he was only wearing a pant. He came from the West to this village. His gut wrenching plight is existential. All humans are collectively responsible for him. Many dogs were agitated today and the only kingfisher I saw had feathers dishevelled. Yellow butterflies fly as I sit under the shade of the margossa tree after having taken a piss. Some birds chirp and vehicles keep on passing for it’s a busy highway. A woman in a hijab keeps her baby near her as she puts the baggage in front. You either carry this baggage or that but carry you must the carrion.

Here is a tohu verse:

Ivyingombroonycophagiographytonomatopoeiambicarusufructachyonderemiteemingdynastylusualacritzygottenetsukeratosisalubriousenettledifyininnyayaverisimilitudetudeutronomynahamartiambeeaumontaineptitudemandingdonguntersevereserveracitypicalculusulcussingularityponytailgatinglingatecrashingedintonnagemmatrialsometheglintelemetrystuddermatologisticsvervenusundonetworhreeffeevescencesspoolootedelightwilightwinflamericanaryearlyrealtorporositycoonoosephereticalculationsnowonoisomeshugasconadeaconnostockraspberryemenseutudeewaanamnesisternuchanuchenrezigzagzigguratbaggeryangularkspurtuftingemeritoriousualarmingymnashiumpteendangeredressalutahmadinematodeuterrafirmasterslavishunnedinerroaringulchampionionestedancinginsengingerlyricaltazimuthompsonneteerectummyalgiaimlessororitzygot

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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.