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Concrete Wall of Silence!

1. Played 10 vocabulary jams with Lily C, Mr. Barham, Stephen and 50 to 80 players on an average. Walking inside a room doesn’t count as a preparation for Bundelkhand marathon, neither does the shoveling of compost as required in one of the seven turnings of an eighteen days long process for preparation of organic farm bed.

2. Scores: (640, 580, 605, 750, 555, 710, 555, 690, 670, 520)

3. Ranks: (3,1,1,1,1,2,4,4,1,1)

4. First rank: 6 times

Second rank: once

Third rank: once

Fourth rank: twice

5. Have covered about eight of her prompts in my verses. Here’s the Concrete wall of Silence:

Concrete wall of silence

Sleeps

Leap year has gone

Bygone gonorrhoea

Honorable onomatopoeia

Bleh blah ah!

6. We had a wonderful discussion in library. The kid helped with the iron cart. It was an art.

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The sheets of cloud #4

The sheets of cloud

Don’t ring loud

They were all created by me

For you

It’s true

Through and through

Rough and tough

Thick and thin

Kith and kin

Myth and din

Alpha Omega theta

Beta gamma zeta

Catherine and Reta

They were all created by me

For you

Oh darling in Darlington

On onions we sleep

Thin sheets of cloud

Don’t ring loud

It’s true

Through and through

Rough and tough

Thick and thin

Kith and kin

Myth and din

For you

Only for you!

Prompt: my valiant soul instagram

Image credit: Self

I own my words, images and the rest!

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Conversations with the Moon!

Hello Moon,

Good afternoon!

Monsoon too soon,

Perchoon perchance chanceon,

Chancellor lord ordained dense marksmanshipwreckedemarcation

Cation anion onion

Ion on ion on and on

Noisome meshuga gasconade bragbro

Bromide Idempotentate tattletale telltale

Ginger ale

Germane mail

Don’t ail,

Anymore,

It’s a chore now-a-days!

Prompt: same as title by My Valiant Soul on instagram

Image credit: myself.

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Onion roots!

Three of them were sowing onion roots in the field. Eastern side near cowshed. I needed cudgel. I asked them if it was the season. They confirmed.

How do we keep getting onions whole year then?

Those are Kaanpuri.

They answered.

Obviously, they come from stores.

One of the ladies tied a heavy bunch of woods-she wanted my help to put them on her head.

She has two daughters and no husband or brother to take care of her.

It was difficult to pass the exit.

She was carrying more than she should.

Or so i thought.

She would walk to her house with that load on head. Many miles.

After a long day of hardwork at fields.

Then she would need to cook food for her daughters.

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Deendayal Rasoi Day 18!

1. Potatoes, chickpea and tomatoes curry in Deendayal Rasoi. Very delicious, without excess of salt or chilly. Fresh hot rotis and rice. I requested for a second serving of curry and they delivered it. The kid was taking dump outside, near bench. Open defecation! Then he kept calling some word loudly merely to hear the sound of his own voice to which I waved my left hand time-to-time as right hand was busy breaking rotis and then mixing rice with curry. Then i gave up and only continued with eyebrows. He also got mild after a while. The guy i had given ten rupees note to asked my name and i told it as it should be pronounced ideally. He corrected the surname with his pronunciation, which is, the trendy pronunciation i have heard all my life. One means white or brilliant and the other means born of brilliance. Since i was never born the identity doesn’t matter. Case closed.

2. There were kids playing cricket. Some snack stalls were beginning to flourish until Saturday. Sunday is a big market over there. The field beside the Deendayal Rasoi is very dirty. Lots of garbage. All I can do for now is to put a ten rupees detergent powder as my contribution which is used to wash plates. Not vim bar. The water cooler of 2018 accompanied billboards. Billboards are still there but most people who eat there are happy with tap water. I carry the water i bring. There was some registration drive outside the town hall. All that for ten rupees. It’s a good community.

Deendayal Rasoi Day 18

3. Yesterday evening as i was walking in the Shatabdi ground i continued to play vocabulary jams on vocabulary.com. i wanted to access YouTube for some work. As soon as i opened the app i saw an advertisement for live streaming of a program by Sawan Kripaal Roohani mission. I watched the program in which message given by Saint Rajinder Singh ji was being translated in another language. I heard it for a while and it looked tiring because of the translation delay. I moved on but i knew that i was going to notice some vehicle or the other today related to that stream of consciousness.

4. Today as i reached Gandhi Smarak Bhavan, i called the person i had borrowed ten rupees from. There are some people on a tour. The front of the van has ‘Ram Raja Sarkar’ written on windshield and the back has ‘Radha Swami’ written on it. The Radha Swami group was initiated by Rai Saligram as told by Tulsi Saahib of Hathras and Sawan Singh ji Maharaj initiated the faith in which Kripaal Singh ji emerged as a great missionary. The place where i went to take initiation was Kripaal Baag in Delhi. Like any cult, conditions are almost impossible to follow. Grandfather’s mission is being propagated by grandson. His father was the pontiff until he could serve. The same thing is observed in other faiths like Gayatri pariwar and in usual political parties. It’s not a rule but in general it’s the state of affairs.

5. The conditioning which takes place in the supervision of some parents requires children to be with them since beginning. Then the inheritance spiritual and material is given if they comply with their code of conduct. It’s a lot of bullshit if you ask me. Bullshit. Dogshit and horseshit. The journalist we talked about was there accompanying the people in van.

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Light, Camera, Sound and Action!

1. There was a report about multicolored monoliths appearing at various places. It reminded me of Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey.

2. While developing models for study of life and students I began with journey, game, school, dream and war models. Yesterday, at the conclusion of ceremony organized by Madhya Pradesh Hindi Literature Unit, the anchor recited a verse to mean that it is a journey and we shall meet again. I recalled Rumi’s Caravan.

3. In the play model: lights, sounds, camera and action is an often repeated pharse. It tells you about primary foundation of play as a model similar to any other models.

4. Light can be of many types. Sunlight, Moonlight which is a reflection of Sunlight or electrical light, electromagnetic light, biochemical light as produced by fireflies and finally the dancinglightofgrace.

5. Sounds can be of many types. Heard word is either produced by collision or without collision. The one with collision has a physical presence of objects in your vicinity whereas the other one is an echo. It might be an extrasensory perception. These can be humane or natural. Artificial or divine or demonic.

6. The logos is inner sounds. It’s written word for those who live in Truth realm universe. If there’s no erroneous hearing : it can also be heard word.

7. Whether seeing is believing or hearing is believing or it’s more complex than that: decides what takes you to your true home in the Truth realm universe in your journey.

8. Witness is camera. It’s knowledge without judgement until it’s a must. It’s forgiveness. It’s Akashic records.

9. Action is Karma or doing or movement of energy which always returns to harmony or higher order. In case of individuals who live in the truth realm: a higher order replaces the chaos which is replaced by smaller and smaller chaos towards higher and higher orders.

10. Without firm conviction given by gnosis you can’t be at peace. It’s akin to bliss of deep sleep. The duality is always a play between the opposites, a zillion shades of contrast. Nonduality can’t be traced, found or pinpointed to . Reality is a mystery and yet this solipsistic Nonduality can find harmony in artistic expression of sublime beauty. As you contemplate and focus identities, the pinholes through which light, sound, camera and action activates the psyche or universal mind, brings them to light of awareness, you realize that every identity is a complete perfection interevolving with other identities into a higher perfection which is novel in its expression yet in keeping with the foundation.

11. A universe comes into being with every identity and as this identity keeps growing in truth, knowledge and bliss it overlaps other identities. It enters into mind of others and others come into its mind which is actually universal mind. Both of them interdependent and arising conditionally. As long as characters engross you they’re given reality by your light which activates them. It’s more complex than mere desire to enjoy, witness or control because it’s above all: desire to be or exist or live. Beyond it there’s neither desire to live nor to not live, which is actually its natural contrast as love and hatred accompany each other.

12. All this for me? Yes. Only for you. There’s no one else but you!

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Time can’t heal timeless wounds!

1. Walked 80 minutes and played vocabulary jams on vocabulary.com. Walking without bag on back is easier. It is possible to complete marathon by using walk and run approach in turns. One of the challenges is to wake up in time on the day of marathon. My heels have cracks and toes have injuries and bruises because of excessive walking. But it’s not new. Time can’t heal timeless wounds.

2. Received 1123124 ranks but not in that order. Moon wasn’t visible today.

Number 9
-9
Evening

3. I own all the images. Though it used to be useless. Who owns what and for how long, yadda yadda.

4. PC and Stephen were missing today. Vimal Rajendran, Yang and another guy whose name is difficult to spell played well.

5. Got shaved. Had to borrow ten rupees. Returned 5 rupees that i had borrowed from the PUBG guy. The game got banned but memories are enough to run a mobile restaurant for youth!

6. We had some discussion in library. I didn’t know it rained in New Delhi. The clouds increased temperature here.

7. Made 100 rupees as a freelancer towards a job which was not completed. Learned to use Paytm. The call which was supposed to last 20 minutes took 2 hours 20 minutes. In 2011 i published a half-baked treatise named ‘A Cookbook For Genius’ on a freelancing site which gave me 25 coins. Then i had a full time job in Cognizant Technology Solutions and yet i couldn’t earn as a freelancer. People from Nigeria and other African countries quoted such low prices that they were immediately hired. I was new. I don’t know how long i can continue but once i am out of this pit i would never be able to forget how deeply entrenched i had become here because of these ancient relationships. You think they’re resolved but complexes keep coming to surface until your identity gets completely changed or you become all-in-all.

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Twilight Sunday!

1. The open mic had an entry fee of thirty rupees. It had a banner of Madhya Pradesh Hindi Sahitya Unit.

2. The person who invited me to sit laughed hysterically when i told him about the alcohol smell.

3. He had no handkerchief.

4. Parrots are returning to nests.

5. Birds are chirping sweetly. Another twilight comes to an end. It has been an eventful day. Yesterday i couldn’t receive the first rank on vocabulary jams but got a job offer. Today I got a virtual payment of 100 rupees.

6. The PC guy looks like Bourbon and Cigars guy. But like my other romances he will remain anonymous. Bourbon and Cigars was from Japan whereas this guy is from MIT. If i am grateful for company of any people in 2020: it’s these illuminati: PC, Vishnu Ram, Stephen and Claire G.

7. After the marathon i would get time for bowling. I still wear the cap with 232 number and it’s a memory of events which had significance then. Virtual significance.

8. A Tohu Verse to celebrate the twilight:

Karaokeyholemmingdynastylusufructifyinyanglerratamarinderpestuaryemenfranchisedramatistorehousemipiternaltazimuthornpikemiambiconicosineinsofficiousouturemnanthillockramsesimpsonsingularitzygottenettlesomeshugameplangentrystutgaardramatistintincturenegadeaconnostockademantoidiodeodiumlautarkrakenneagrammatonoesisisamalmseymorelevantenna

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Why do always keep earplugs in ear?!

1. Who fucked whom and how many times is none of my business.

2. When they fired the bullet which entered the hut a policeman was called who was given a copy of Mangal Prabhat by the helper in office. There was another helper.

3. They said, upon being asked by the policeman that salary would be revealed in private.

4. Khaadi costs more than tshirts available for 100 or 150 per piece. Did Gandhi envision this? He lived luxuriously fasting as and when he pleased with plenty of honey to kill thousands of bees.

5. The helper later told me he received 3000 rupees per month.

6. The secretary obviously received more than that. Librarian got 3000 per month plus roti which he took in secret from kitchen.

7. I asked secretary in the last month of last year about her salary: 3000 rupees per month. She has been my employer but the facts didn’t tally. Why did helper mislead about their income?

8. When once in crisis: i asked helper’s brother about staying in the place: he said i would get 7000 rupees. It’s impossible to get more than secretary. Tez got only 3500 despite his multitalented multitasking.

9. Maybe secretary being selfless took less than helpers. Maybe it was never about money like it’s here with greedy government employees. Maybe it all doesn’t matter as i get full plate of food for ten rupees in Deendayal rasoi. Potatoes and Bhata.

10. Despite my requests they never shared the periodicals with me. The journalist who visited on December 13th said clearly that though periodicals weren’t in circulation recently they were there. Since i have been the most consistent reader in library in the years 2020 and 2018 it was obvious that I should have been privy to journals. But who knows: I might be a snitch working for someone in disguise. Might spill beans.

11. The new books are for sell to rich doctors. Poor people don’t get access to library while many books get termite. Nobody has time to read. One day i am an administrator, the next day i am a farmer, the next day an aristocrat or a naturopath or a teacher. Whatever saves my day, my people, my skin, myself, my truth. I have no skin, no self, no people, no truth.