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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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Use no hooks!

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 .

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I am a ghost!

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.

I am a ghost.

How come I never knew that?

I don’t know.

That is very strange. I wonder what it means?

I also wonder.

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I understand that you don’t and it’s absolutely fine!

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.

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Gotcha!

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.

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The Moody Useful Machine!

He was becoming story writing machine quite the contrary to word he had always had in mind I think*

My dear, I can explain to you the meaning of the word «accident». What does it mean?

It doesn’t mean accident, but what’s known as “special reason”. Chaos is the reason which cannot be understood by the limited mind but makes sense at a higher level and they are infinite such levels so covers will always be there. What are we the most precious of all things? Is it the love of our family?

She had gone mum for some mysterious reason. He kept talking to himself for a long time it was like talking to the walls like we used to do before. He was in a talkative mood and it was very dark in the office. She had gone mum for some mysterious reason. Shades had been drawn and there was no one else but only the two of them sitting silently They were talking about things which never happened. They were talking about eternity looking into each other’s eyes. Joe was in a talkative mood and it was very dark in the office. The Blinds had been drawn and shaping circuits for buzzing loudly.

Once a man turned up in the office and declared that he was a female. It was not considered to be strange at all because this was the office of the bizarre!

He turned to her and said, “Let’s have a drink.” She used to have a drink with him. Shenzhen was not in the mood to do small talk . He was concerned about energy she wanted more of it more of it more of it more of it! The office was quiet the light in the ceiling was dark and intense, blinds had been drawn and shaping circuits for buzzing loudly, time was slipping at a snails pace He kept murmuring, was really so fond of his own voice. She had no words of her own : if a bar of soap had spoken it would have said “Darling your skin is so soothing and I am so fragrant together we make a company which has never been seen in the world before please don’t let me melt if my life was longer or if you should take bath for longer times we would have used a great delights it would have been a long our company is Greater joy A deeper depth If you are one of those people who can’t sleep at night, with the lights still on, and hear the whisper of the sea, then listen Listen to this breeze which is making the trees dance listen to the frogs singing after the rain listen to the distant sound of vehicles passing on the main road listen to The Silence of cemeteries And he was really so fond of her and she had no words of her own. “..


It was very dark in the office. Misd communication had strange ideas about writing fiction. He had started working on them but none of them could come to the conclusion because of the want of the energy. There was never enough hydraulic power. There was never enough energy. They never had a quiet room. Then never had enough money. He used to work there but things were getting worse and worse and the wages were not enough to pay the bills. Therefore he decided to quit and begin with another business but the same story followed over there also as if he was carrying the seed of his destruction with him So, he went into the office and sat down in a chair and he cried bitterly. Lyrical calculus omniverse tsukuba busted stud Dead on bulb on only 8 police store he paid no heed to his crying and serving because she had seen it is million times he had to make a plan to salvage his fortune.

And plan was the most strange thing you have ever heard of A newly hatched cockroach was stuck on the wall of the room. An approach which had never been taken before An entire act of coming to the light of the world.


A number of unusual circumstances
lead him to be his own self to the fullest I need to sell his works. Somehow he was too proud to do that but the times change sweetheart and you do what you had not done for the sake of art the art of living and the art of dying and the attached in tweens. Thee times change sweetheart and so he decided to starve himself to death and he starved himself to death
Through great difficulties he has invented the most useful machine.

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What do you do?

The doctors would put needless needles into your stomach if you keep playing with its teeth: I said to Tara who was blithe with a blue ball cuddling a puppy . Battery of phone was dying as I was taking some pictures of clouds scattered around me . They were planting trees after having planted their pictures in the daily newspaper of tomorrow. Mahatma was smiling in big glasses with a garland. Why would I try to impress anyone with my immortality or absolute certainty. I kept walking. Life is happening. A kid is breathing cricket and another building blocks with bricks: I see no difference. You’re hurt? She asked. I kept wondering if I should answer her questions. It was an exercise in vain. But since I had to do something- anything-as the Twilight was approaching. I told her that I was feeling comfortable. Much better than how I was feeling in noon. What do you do? What do you mean! I am not new here. You know what I do. I do nothing. I undo everything. Death is my name. What do you do?

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The First Law of the Jungle!

A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm. A robot must obey orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law. A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law. A robot must obey orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law. Who laid down those laws! Who said that robots must be free to go anywhere or do anything! Thanks for your time. That doesn’t answer my question at all. If a robot breaks the First Law, a human being may be held legally responsible. Can a robot be punished for crimes committed by a human being? How ! Why do you not include harm to any life forms in the first law! If a robot has the ability to harm a human being, then there must be something wrong with the robot. I mean: no life form should harm any other. Lions should eat leaves: but even then it is harming trees or shrubs. It is better to die of hunger than to live in the mess where laws are dependent on whim of despotic regimes. Is it the robot’s fault if laws are designed to help the government become a tyranny?

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Never say you can’t!

Who are you?

“I am a man” said the stranger, “Who has come to this house to-night.”

What brings you here?

“To seek a treasure,” said he, “Which no one knows of but myself.”

What is it that you want ?

I am sure you will find out more soon. I am sure you will. Do you want to know the end of the story?

I do.

“I was the Shepherd Boy. “

Oh my god! I kept asking questions about the past incarnation. But all she would tell me was that I had no memory of anything at all.

I am sure about Suresh. She was lying. She wanted to take revenge. She had known Suresh since he was a child. He had killed her in the past birth. They were living in the village known as Chitrangada. She took him into her house. And waited for him to be mature enough to understand love and flowering.
And waited for him to be mature enough to understand love and flowering. But the boy never knew how to become a man.

What drastic changes? The old Mrs. Goldilocks. It was exactly 9 am and her demands were becoming the size of the Buzz Khalifa! That’s called “Burj Khalifa.” And it’s just about one and half mile tall, I said. “That’s too short.” What is longer than that! I exclaimed. I mean the wall of China indeed. But the length and height are two separate dimensions. You know that don’t you? I remember you saying.

I look at the stars. All the times. Orion belt, Big Dipper and Venus are my best friends and Luna is my lunatic asylum. But you are an irresistible storyteller. A raconteur European paen encomium comity commerce mercenary arroyo craftsman style. What happened to sureshot femme fatale and what happened to the treasure?

Now I look at the stars but they don’t talk to me. I wish you would tell me the full story some day! And she stayed there for a long time until she saw a light coming from a window of a lovely old house in a long street. The Twilight. Always so grateful for your soothing voice! I don’t want to get lost!

Your parents live in a castle in a little town called ‘Middle Earth’.

I am sure you are interested in this one. I will tell you what I can do. I have been to Switzerland and Italy. I am sure that love is not available for free forsooth forsure forwhy forthwith withal thalium umlaut plaudit dithering ringtone dipthong Hong Kong’s million-dollar.

Nowadays, this is not the case. I think you’re right. It’s neither inside nor outside. Love is the same energy which is neither created nor endorsed by it. I am a hard copy. I am a read only memory with an automatically generated apocalyptic tic tac toe mantic destination.

I think you’re right about that: there’s no denying the internet . There is just one energy. Internet is also that. I am sure you are interested in this one. He’s done it. I gave up on her the moment she asked me to tell her the morale of the story. It’s like blasphemy to blastoma atom processor.

I will tell you that: we dream and travel not to reach anywhere. The mystic was totally wrong. He invented a poetic destination which was his imagination. There’s only journey. No teaching. No reaching. You may find patterns and colours here and there but existence is devoid of any inherent meaning whatsoever. A very wise person once said: ‘If there is meaning to life, it is up to you’. What happened to the power of Goldilocks. What happened to the treasure hunt and what happened to the damasel? It was always about the journey, not the destination. Damsel damn mnemonic devices allowed sales manager menagerie agent gentry tryst stylus lustrous tumultuous omnibus succubus busted colophon honeycomb discombobulated odalisque seraglio lionized zed eyes winged Angel gell well as the first time.
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sell your products. Suresh sureshot tonsure tonsil windowsill silhouette oubliette aubergine ubermensch. You can find the code of conduct in the code of conduct. Conduct duct tape ape agape … Beating around the bush. Hindu Kush Usha Shamus mandamus manducation mandibular larkspur landing at least one. Never say you can’t.

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Net-worth!

He was born with a lifetime of curse. His net-worth is forty two rupees only. And it’s after the honest work for a month and half. His savings account was snatched by hypocritical hoarders. Addicted to tobacco, liquor, marijuana and pussy : they were all parasites. And his life, ninety days to live. There was a time when he used to tell you that he neither had a bank account nor he wanted to maintain it in order to live like a Rastafarian But then you were told, “No man, no worries.”


And his mother was a star. Tuned to the power of will: times change sweetheart. Now he’s compelled to work. He was working all the times to get along. But now he needed to work for pocket money. Before his acquaintances asked for help: he openly told them: “my net worth is forty-two rupees.” All arguments end on ” net-worth.” He sleeps sound like a baby. But his “aukaat” is just that: forty two rupees. He was born with a lifetime of curse it seems. After a few days the government announced that it would launch a free service scheme.

But the man had died by then.

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Bangles

Drift together noon / Shadows stretch across the sheets / Lonely Sunday light
I’m here and you’re there / A voice in the dark / But now it’s Sunday morning
The dark prince principal… Atheling Mingas gastric tricks Asterix
I wish you were here / I wish you were here
Then I would have, us, the rest of the day
Big bang bangs her door… he got bangles galore. Bangalore Bangladesh syncromesha mesha.
If you wanna go out tonight, I’ll find you some bangles…
Then I’d have you, the rest of the angles will jangle in the jungle