1. Thanks WordPress, followers and those who were associated with this blog or its author or related causes once.
2. The last few posts were either record of my routines or for raising rice grains via Free Rice, which is a United Nations World Food Programme initiative. Since I knew them for more than eight years : I trusted them to devote my time for charitable causes.
3. It’s third WordPress blog. I also had a joint venture which survived without much activity. It taught me couple of things. This one is culmination of all my learning. Returning to basics and being as original as possible.
4. I hope I learn more when I reach 1000 posts mark as I don’t see it possible to move onto a new blog. There has been a series of revelation in the last few months regarding functioning of tribes and sacrifices. I still don’t understand many things. It would take practice. Time is an eternity.
5. Tohu verse which was due: freericesspooloopahachurevuuellipsisalacritzygoteneteemeeteetotalleructationoisomesugameteverlastinglingumshoeulogyrationsnowfallthingsulcustardyaddlepatedramatisticklertolawsnowinnrsinchenrezigzagzigguratuftiffinnishindigoannamesakeyayaveracitympanumbattuesdayosemiteacupuckeredragonfalonesomeowlowliferallyingyanglersibyllineidoleyennoblingastrickrakenophobeliskylineidempotentateeleeryearlyrealtorporocityinnuendocilemmingsingularitykey
6. I saw a guy who had an uncanny resemblance to a face I once knew. Deja Vu. I asked him where he lived and I did remember having taught him Grammar or English but he refused it. His name is Jayas Parmar. Maybe he forgot it. Alvin John. Prosopagnosia.
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1. I was paid my fees today after I requested my student. It was delayed by about one and half day. To feed myself I have to work hard these days.
2. I got the new job. I taught these new students at a new location. The guy who owns the room came flashing a tea cup as soon as it was five minutes more than the allotted hour. I was giving homework to the senior student. He directed a jab at me: “leave now or do you need tea or coffee?” These are poor people. Poor in spirit as well as knowledge.
3. As I was thinking about the guy who let me play Cricket with him in the academy: another group of four people came. They were polite but they had one leather ball. I knew from the onset that the bat was soon going to succumb to the ball.
4. The utility of cinema and movies: they do away with lust for mundane. Art is indeed the culmination of philosophy. The most refined expression. It’s made costlier, like sky, water, space, air and fresh ether day by day. You are crushed by taboos like death, sex, military and police so that life becomes more difficult than it already is. There are countless memes fighting with each other and vying for your attention. The end: two of them: light and darkness: freedom and slavery defining each other. I face the acute problem of being underpaid despite giving my best in teaching. The students and their surrounding area consume life force. In return: they wait for the moments when you are the weakest to attack you. Though you are supposed to honor all the contracts: nobody asks them about why they pay so little and that too with delay.
5. I visited the library knowing well it will be an exhibition on occasion of Gandhi’s birthday. I saw some thirty people over there. Most of them are unfamiliar. They’re all well fed people. Khaadi is so costly that I haven’t been able to buy even a single kurta in the last two three years.
6. I am free. A sovereign. I serve only myself. I see only myself. I am seeing sights never before seen. I am seeing magic tricks. The last few excruciating deaths only confirm that you can’t rely on family or friends. They are myths. It’s a non stop war as far as market is concerned. Lal Bahadur Shastri was also born on this day. The handpump given by the government scheme in the movie Peepli Live redirects you towards humorous side of poor people sacrificing themselves. I asked a guy about “Aatma Pariyojna” and he affirmed about having heard it.
7. I asked myself : if I was slave to money or environment. The gnosis revealed: money was a dense form of energy or food which was need to sustain life force. Minimalism was supposed to work for all of us combined. In a scheme where some people have hoarded for aeons : while you followed the precept of letting go: you are left with a bowl. The teachings of classic texts become the cause of your constant poverty. I shape environment and the environment shapes me. The academy ground was not as clean as the road where I used to go for walk. Come to think of it: in the last twenty five days there have been no municipality people to cleanse the ground. There are many who litter, drink and through stray paper as well as water pouches. Everyone likes cleanliness but it seems to be only up to me to maintain it at my house, in the academy ground as well as other places. It’s strange that these people feel no need to clean up their mess.
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1. I had some rest.
2. I got a new job offer. I reached slightly earlier. Took the class. While going to library after the class I was stopped by a biker for directions to a nearby temple. I thought I had given it as he saluted a pundit hence I started walking. The guy came again: I told him that entrance was just besides the transformer. Strange: I heard my demons saying: “show your license;” whereas no license was needed to walk on a ground I was familiar with. The posters were put on the twenty second and they were taken away after nine days.
3. A magic trick: I do remember when the pocket of this pant was torn: it was, after I had hit a football. I saw a policeman with a gesture of two besides the neem tree. I had stopped to drink some water. I was hungry and thirsty and I had no money. I recalled hilarious comical movie Peepli Live as it’s birthday of Lal Bahadur Shastri and Mahatama Gandhi tomorrow. As soon as I saw him: the tally counter which I had put in the left pocket: which was intact: seemed to be torn too: how else in the broad daylight: it was possible to get the counter cross from solid to liquid side? That’s the place I had seen a treasure too. A chest. I kept walking and took a turn to see that same fear was waiting for me in case of another optical illusion. It’s the very nature of optical illusions that occurred when I first reached to the academy ground. Upon closely observing there was no trace of magicians. Now you see me: three.
4. Hemlata: when it happened at first: I witnessed a young girl playing with a lizard fearlessly. Then the clan: man came to buy mango once. I recalled mega society’s journal Noesis: the emphasis was on amount of effort put into solving the tests designed by Ronald K. Hoefflin. Rick Rosner and Terrence Tao. Axe: a deodorant. Jason Axe: Friday the 13th series which was the dimension of chaos. She had requested me to teach her daughter. Then she asked me to wait until secretary was back. She was back and she greeted me from afar as I was moving towards the key hanger. She asked if I had been paid: my response was delayed: I recalled: I was paid once I mentioned my requirements to my students and focussed on teaching English Grammar and Vocabulary instead of teaching them all at once.
5. Red ladyfinger. Green ladyfinger. Aubergine. Green roots. I did see the youngest in the lot inside the Cricket Academy suggesting the association of the root with the animal dog which indicated loyalty. It was strange as far as logic was concerned: Jay was not too vocal yet he said something of significance. So did the disciplined MVM kid. They knew all the constellation signs. Hence Rohini : an archetype representative of Mrigshira or Taurus in general was recalled to resemble the face of four of them I knew one time or the other. Then I saw another resemblance: Maya or matrix was her name. A bike had ‘honey’ written behind it and I immediately recalled traps leading me towards inevitable surrender to this dimension where I lost my money and merits to an extent about eight years ago. I had played Cricket: it was obvious to revive my learning via this game played with balls. Yet: I was reluctant to run. Yesterday: the true meaning of ‘run’ was revealed. It meant: to run. To move with speed.
6. I had also been to Shealing Public School. Couple of kids came to work in the academy today. It looked fabulous to watch them all practice. It was an orchestra par excellent. I kept counting the number of balls thrown : it was about 210 balls in total. Shealing means: a shelter or refuge. A closely spaced group of huts for fishermen.
7. The students were optimal. My attention changes the quality of class. The problem is: sometimes I have too rich information to provide whereas they need me to slow down to basics. You might think teaching English or Vocabulary is easy. It’s not. It takes rigorous practice. It takes: counting, business, management, contacts and psychology along with discipline to be able to teach a class. And it takes a long time before you are paid with a decent salary. Dependencies tend to make you feel exploited. I think: uncertainty of life and nightmares like I had yesterday indicate: I was wrong about money most of my life. Having it makes you feel temporarily secure whereas in its absence you need to give up even the smallest of recreations, learning and development. No matter how good you think you are at them. I tried hard to inculcate minimalism among my neighbors and family of origin but I was not only met with immense resistance but also with magic. I had seen very few people practice minimalism as I did with as civility and I met immense resistance. It was becoming a Tokyo rapidly. Vegetable sellers. The nightmare had me watch my own body as darkness was eating my heart up: I wanted to see it suffering and to remove the root cause. Two of them: the haunting hounds who were using crooked means since long time were revealed to be behind most of the events. It said: “you needn’t become PM. Why are you doing this?” I was called home when wax in my ears was melting. And then the fall happened. If I had continued on my own : I would have been free and wealthy. It was the main reason.
8. I recalled: before those two who claimed to be friendly. Who came after five years in another setting : there were two who met me as I went to take admission into that academy with domes. The premise was spacious and it housed many pigeons as well as honeycombs. Little did I know that there was a conglomeration of adepts who were playing with me. Steven Greer’s documentary was out in the open. I hadn’t studied APJ Abdul Kalam’s book ‘Wings of Fire.’ in fact I disparaged him when I first heard about him. And this year turned about the vision. Twenty by twenty. It was the longest year. Most magical. Most fantastic. With Vallalar being the only accountable source of information on immortality. On reversal of aging. On vast effulgence of Grace. On Greek connection to Natarajan. On a game played with ball of nature of Sun which goes around the world. Planet Cricket. Multiverse. Height. Gravity. Time. Distance. Speed. Charge. Practice was hard to come by. I can’t say it’s what was promised. I am still looking for a space where no noises perturb for indefinite amount of time. That’s the only reward I was longing for since last fifteen years. My paradise was always troubled.
I was on a highway. I kept walking until I reached a tea stall. Then, there appeared certain herukas. I kept walking further until I reached the Twilight Zone. The bird I saw there was the bird I had seen in a Twilight Zone episode. Everything started to change at home. It was revealed that I was in bondage since a long time. I worked for my liberation and I needed to work for it on a regular basis. It meant : being able to walk in a stadium, watching the dancing light of Grace, seeing the game of the balls, playing it and being an immortal. The undying Grace I gained didn’t fetch me a sound proof room. In the darkest hours of my last night I heard that chirping of Crickets. I had heard it before. I had heard the sound of flute and I longed to hear it again. She was gone. I had seen her wearing dark glasses. I knew it that she was one of them: part of their Network. We wrote songs together: despite knowing that it was all a setup. I believed for a while until I could no longer believe. All dreams that I had seen since 2012 when the vision of light created a ceremony were shown to me repeatedly and they were not exactly the way I had seen them. One of the guides who appeared when my head was exploding remained with me as a friend for a long time. A reminder of my early days of school. I always had this difficulty to differentiate between realms until I went on long journeys and witnessed the miracles of dancing light of Grace. I saw those lights flashing on in the wilderness: just as the northern lights flash in the hall of gnosis. Just like Michael Talbert told in his book. I witnessed fractals and kabbalistic mysteries unveiled one after another in quick succession. It’s true: despite having gained the undying Grace: I needed to go on journeys to better grasping what I had studied. The network worked in strangely mysterious ways. All religions had merged into this dancing light of Grace. All merits that I had performed could not at times fetch me a glass of water.
I was always living among the adepts. I recognized it only in 2003. The fear of death was gone in 2009. But certain fears remained. I kept suffering because of them. I understood Yoga and sacrifice. Trees, birds, crows, Kingfishers, owls, dogs, people and guides : they all appeared together. Could I enjoy all the undying bliss available to me? It all seemed to have a prize tag. I was in a bigger market than ever before. Even in the most free of my discussions mother said : we were advertising some God or the other: some Creed or the other. Now Hollywood, then Bollywood. Now Vishnu, then Shiva. Now Buddhism, then Islam. Now Christianity, then true path as told by Vallalar. Pariah meant outcast. The Tamil puranam was a history of people who didn’t fit into communities. What would I have been known for then? I kept changing names and kept learning words until I saw how divine power merely changed guises but kept exercising itself in one way or the other. I wanted to live among adepts and adepts were waiting for me to mature. I certainly didn’t have this crushing workaday frame in my mind when I imagined pure realms of Buddhaverses. Perhaps they were impure dreams shown to me by a system which was not mature enough to interpret the way. I saw an old man who didn’t need me to salute him. He was carrying a staff and resembled Laotzu. The name I heard from Rishi and Osho. He was the most comfortable guy in that village. He belonged to none of the factions. I recalled the aery mansions and I saw the interrelated dimensions in which all the Karma was burnt in the awareness of knowledge. Do I have free will or do I not? If I am absolutely free, why would I create fetters for myself? Why would I create dirt, ignorance and matter and wrap myself with it? Why would I be bound to a name or date of birth or a certain way of living or clothing? Maybe I know all the answers. Maybe there are no questions. Maybe balance establishes itself. Maybe it doesn’t. Whether I know or not : I know it does. Maybe it doesn’t either. It is. It’s not.
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1. I went to stadium without an umbrella. It started to rain after I watched three boys play basketball.
2. At the pavilion: I observed some guys getting trained at various athletic exercises. I also observed a calm guy practicing meditation. I kept listening to divine melodies. My friends were playing cricket in the academy. They have cancelled the trip to Lavakushanagar. Vaibhav seems to have developed good bonding with the coach and the new entry from the Chetgiri Colony is an enthusiastic learner. The MVM boys who practiced catching the ball with me were disciplined in their approach.
3. I saw a student who took couple of English lessons from me when I used to go for long walks to Brijpura. I asked him why they stopped attending my classes and he replied: “girls in our batch had some problem.” The contract with the owner of the coaching didn’t mention any such problems. I tried my best to deliver and teach but he kind of disappeared from the scene : keeping the kids on the forefront. As on all previous occasions : whatever came through my mother, brothers or father or grandmother: always had duplicity or underhand tactics. Never stating clearly what was going on there. I was not there to take lessons but to teach and to earn a living. They made a joke of the contract and a joke of themselves as I had already written well in advance on this very blog. Good riddance.
4. I had a nice time in library reading some Vaishnava bhakti literature as I catalogued the books. Ankit: the oldest acquaintance in the Gandhi Bhavan greeted me from the “peeping tom” hole. I hastened to catalogue books and took no more than thirty minutes to get out. Two minutes extra.
5. It was rare to meet Dhaniraam outside the Poha shop near stadium. Prashant Khare and Vaibhav were present. They told that he never eats what is given to him and puts it on trees for birds. I didn’t know that about him. I gave him the samosa I was going to have and he also asked for a bit of Poha from the shop owner.
6. It was slightly difficult to walk as it was drizzling and slippers were slipping. I was also concerned about the safety of the smartphone.
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1. Vinoba Bhave used to say “Jai Jagat.” Veeru says I also wake up time to time.
2. Tohu verse in the making.
3. King kong Punjab.
4. I walked 7 rounds in stadium.
5. I had a nice time.
6. I reached the Cricket academy within one hour after bath.
7. I played vocabulary quiz on Free Rice website to help augment my vocabulary and also help alleviate hunger in the worlds.
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.
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.
You make certain rules of thumb. They are to make your life easier. But those rules of thumb don’t serve you anymore: you should change them.
Dai. There was a man on bike. He was wearing a helmet. He asked me about the petrol pump and I told him. His bike was in reserve.
Three. It rained. The crane has been singing. Any rain is welcome here. As I stopped for a tea on a tea stall I asked kids who were playing on a bicycle if they had something to study.
4 dot. Including shrimadbhagwat Geeta all scriptures tell about the importance of equanimity or Samta aur treating all conditions and people equally. The conditioning goes very deep full stop and the balance strips very soon full stop to walk on the middle path is to work on a Treasure sage.
5. Impetigo was real gory horror to watch. The music and the narrative and the way it has been told was slightly different then the Hollywood narratives usually are. You have seen many stories about Black magic and curses still it was entertaining and engrossing to watch something fresh after a long time.
6. The reason why I am able to write this now: because it rained. Despite the discourses on equanimity: I have found that weather makes up for all the productivity full stop that is why I say : China and India word design to be mass factories for consumption of material goods mostly. Very few reasons to be creative refind and sublime. Always live in existential horror. Preachers either escape to Switzerland or or live in Grand mansions. Why shouldn’t they .
The girl is getting married to a guy in air force. She use to live near the place where I died as my heart stopped working. I was under the influence of the drugs. I ran away naked: thinking about a Jain monk. He died last year. I was taken to a saint who also died this year. I wanted to enter into the ground where the air force was hiring. There was a boy with me that day and I saw a guy who was named Van Rose. Since then 4 years have passed. I am sure: I died in that event and since then: I have been roaming around the city. I am teaching a guy named Van Rose. I heard him say: grain market. What are the odds? I had a dream before I began teaching this guy Van Rose. I saw the personality of the godhead who lived in a high place. And I had been complaining about wheat market opening while ground was closed. I came to know that authority wanted to keep the ground locked as it was a college ground. Very few chosen ones reached near him. I was given a job. I did the job. As wierd things kept happening around the city. I was fed up with being a so called farmer. I became an English language teacher. I was fond of words because they were a guarantee of good career as per the experts. That didn’t happen. I barely am able to pay the bills. Since I am living with virtually the same people who were there four years ago: I wonder if I really died or they all are also the ghosts. I know that I am now in the same state as that night I passed out.
Hunger is real estate. State of affairs was always so. Elections dictate lockdown. A monitor lizard was seen monitoring the House in Chhatarpur Delhi. What gives you depth. What gives your life reality. I was wondering if you have any other reasons. He was shocked by the fact that no one had noticed the missing house key, which had been left at the main door, for several months. There was a foul smell of death inside the house. Smoke is a color of the dead. A mystery.
The man came home to find his wife lying on the floor, dead of smoke inhalation. She had died trying to bake her tails. She kept taillight on but it didn’t work. She was very pleased to find that in the end she had made a tail after all. A half naked emperor penguin. A quarter past incarnation. Ions on onions on and on snow now that we were going to celebrate the launch of the pyramid it’s a good thing for you to write a story about the new light. The one who doesn’t want to take part in the celebration is the same lady who wrote the story of the three tail lights. What is the meaning of the most important being. I am sure you are interested. I need to be able to help you practice. The most important being.
Every pixel is an art. An update an upstream an upstarte arriviste stellar performance of the pyramid. Every word is a story about another. Every zilch is a truti in some ways–an eerie Apothecary carry on carrion. I understand that you don’t . We are a hive. You are a drone. One and only Queen pyrene. Renegade gene general expression benzene ring ringu gulch ravine vineyard boulevard royal Alchemist chi Minh chopine pineapple chopping boards for projects. … I understand that you don’t. And it’s fine. It’s nice to be in vogue.
An encounter of a gangster who is being disowned by multiple parties. Why do encounters happen with almost same patterns in the last two years and labelled as “accidents” might be a subject of research for investigative journalism. I am sure: the matter would have been discussed ad nauseum if he was kept in prison. The untouchables remain unchanged. What happened to the Vyapam mystery deaths? I was sure that a mystery thriller movie was in the making. Can we call a freak accident a mystery? I don’t know. There’s another lockdown event in this town. A doctor and his wife who were on government duty were positive. And quarantined. Clinics were gingival valence electrons. I am sure you will find out more. The amusing singers germane manager inane shrapnel harpsichord harpagon gonebydays. I am sure. The virus does not spread via air. Now it does. Now it doesn’t. Research is supposed to tell you truth. The virus is faithful employee of July Joker John. The virus does not spread via air. Now it does. Now more people were dying. Good morning. Focus on the other one. Positive side: those recovering from the influenza. The government machinery becomes a giant dragon’s head: a storytelling device…be mused . … which makes people think: got me, got me.
Dancing light of grace 