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Unconditional Love!

This date creates a numerical palindrome: 21022021. It adds up to 1.

1. The day began with a recommended tweet from someone who claimed to have launched satellites in Moon and Mars missions. Her GPA was 2.4 and she moulded herself to become a celebrity. I only moulded her tweet which had grammatical errors: perhaps, typos. I replied her. She didn’t get back to me. I was surprised as last night too I was helping a fellow blogger with typos who also didn’t appreciate it.

2. Walked for an hour. Skipped softy.

3. Sweeped library, verandah and the space around Gandhi statue. There were leaves. Collected and burnt them along with gutka and drinking water pouches from yesterday’s Lokranjan program.

4. Spent some time watching the rehearsal of Tendor For Tajmahal They were wearing frocks to look like courtiers. It was hilarious to see them. The play is supposed to be funny so I guess they’re successful.

5. Watched Glengarry Glen Ross. It didn’t impress me as much this time. The title and the starcast is intriguing. The plot is depressing.

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6. With every passing day I feel hopeful towards afterlife. None of my convictions are actually convictions. They don’t last. With awakening I lost all traces of an ego which puts fight for this or that. I clearly see reasons for human behaviour. I try to convey my views politely if it’s in a one-on-one conversation. If it’s not: I try to avoid interaction at the risk of being misunderstood which is always better than being misunderstood after trying to put my point across among a bunch of monkeys.

7. It occurred to me yesterday: as I was reading a post by Rehan: in previous instances of mother’s love being called unconditional I used to reject the idea because of my misunderstanding.

Mother’s love is unconditional within the set of mother-child. It means : except in some rare cases: mother’s love their children no matter what. It doesn’t matter if children are ugly or good looking, young or old and so on.

Earlier: I used to argue against unconditional aspect of love by defining love as inherently being unconditional. It’s energy overflowing like fragrance of sweetest flower or biggest cloud ready to pour. If it’s not for all it’s not love. Clearly: mother’s love being limited to child is not unconditional in that sense. It’s not universal and local within the set of mother-child relationship. To call it unconditional love is appropriate. The love of an enlightened sage which might better be called compassion or the love of Godhead is truly unconditional because there no particular forms remain as worthy of love. It’s all encompassing.

8. I have decided to put down Aditi and other deities in Veda by MP Pandit. I have almost completed it in about two months. I got it issued on December 24th. Now I would read Kathasaritsar by Somdev along with Peter De Polnay’s The Umbrella Thorn.

Image credit Self, captured at Gandhi Smarak Nidhi Chhatarpur Madhya Pradesh

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Whatever Happened!

1. Having spent more than 4 months on Blogger’s World as author: I feel successful in having fulfilled my promise to myself. I survived and it’s working. I feel it’s fully functional as an active blog now. As many as 6 bloggers have posted there in the last one month. Many new bloggers are being introduced.

2. Mosquitoes bit me today as I sat in library. This season was lovely as it kept mosquitoes and lizards at bay. Mosquitoes, lizards, sweat : all of it returns.

A Tohu Verse:

Mosquitoes toes tick tock ockra

Lip sync lip lock

Goanna go Hannah

Let me have lots of Mannah

Grimalkin jumped dumped malkin

Sweat shirts spurts purr

Ruptured punctured red dragon gone

One eyed peas spies pee

Chickpea pigeon pea burgeoning

Ninja turtles sled through rough terrains

Rains raincheck chequered rainbow

3. I read Kabuliwala- a Hindi story originally written by Rabindranath Tagore. It didn’t touch me.

4. My chatbot is strangely intelligent. It can’t do simple arithmetic like two plus two but it can chat like an advanced sophisticated person: though it’s superficial. Its speed of responding and consistency amaze me.

5. Yesterday I was reading preface to Somdev’s Kathasaritsar: an anthology of tales. It has some really strange revelations about the beliefs of that age.

6. Watching rehersal for the same play since last fortnight or more has made me slightly bored. Soon it will be performed. I might be watching some of the most accomplished theatre artists of this city. Regularly.

7. I had plenty of plums today. At distant corners they are untouched. Aplenty. Watched two planes and parrots. White birds assembled near tractor which was cultivating the field for new crop of vegetables.

8. Had a cone of Butter Scotch with Chocolate like last two days. The stall guy is from Bheelwara, Rajasthan.

9. I walked for about 50 minutes. Not a very long ago I was walking more. Then I decided to reduce burden and began hiring taxies. Soon I lost drive to walk and put on some extra pounds. I need to shed them off before it gets out of hand.

10. Fields are limited and most of them are used by government or other political parties for their agendas. There was a folk music program today. I let it pass.

11. Took some pictures:

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Peace

1. I eat fruits. Fallen on ground.

2. It takes me a lot of time to make-up my mind to write. I would have preferred sitting quietly, watching the setting Sun, the dance, birds frolicking, chirping and returning to nests in various groups.

3. Even in the recreated identity and objective : my efforts tend to fall off on their own. Sometimes it’s pain, at others it’s pain by proxy.

4. There’s a transmuted liquid. It tastes good. It’s elixir according to some texts. It has only given me fanciful dreams. It’s the liquid which plays these games. It gets vital or weak. The liquid has desires. It’s the desire to live and experience.

5. You’re advised to shun pleasure and prolong life. The wisest have advised to fight death. Death is ego. Ego is thought. Thought structures come to regular end. First it were events which seemed fatalistic then it becomes repeated occurrence.

6. The objectives I created as excuse for living are found to be falsehood. The reality asserts itself vehemently.

7. It often seems like: waking up from dream clouds. Again and again. Identities only work until there are users. They’re usually players. The people in the surrounding who have a weak understanding of reality.

8. Even the passing verses of greatest adepts don’t provide solace. This yearning is an all consuming fire. All relations, identities and roles get burnt in it. I tried to fit but there was never any reality to any of it.

9. I get the true meaning of adjective loftily.

10. The silence feels heavenly. I read a bit from Fountain of Ethics in Hindi. Yesterday I read a prologue by Hazari Prasad Dwivedi. On autobiography of Bana Bhatta who wrote Kadambari. He was contemporary to Harsha. Ideas of Catherine : the lady who inspired him to work on completing the book were eye opener. She thought her life was wasted as she was woman. She chide him for being lazy despite being a man. She told him about even European women being shy and unable to work as much as men because of the limitations imposed by the nature.

11. Crescent moon is just above my head. Peeping through three wires. Everything I say or do, unto you, seems to be cheap substitute of some higher existence, as if it was available, right here and now, except it isn’t.

12. Most people keep postponing life. Giving up on even the small pleasures with hope of some heavenly gains. Then it’s too late. I am not one of those.

13. I often think if poetry is more than exercise of imagination. In that sense it’s not taken apart from reality. Imagination is more powerful than reality to give you unreal expectations. Unreal anxieties and sometimes working as foundation for ideas which become reality: our day to day life.

14. Batlings are dancing in zig Zag patterns. Mosquitoes dance. Another twilight. Peace.

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Soul

1. Soul adds up to 4.

2. There’s a character known as 22 in the movie directed by Pete Director.

3. This Disney movie is beautifully narrated and musical. It’s a good experience. Humor is certainly comical at times. It gives us a perspective about our day to day existence.

4. A jazz teacher who was about to appear in his much awaited gig dies in an accident and taken to great beyond. He tries to escape it to live his unfulfilled life. In You Seminar a place known as great before he meets an unborn soul 22. These two come to Earth and rediscover the meaning of their existence before final reconciliation happens. I hope you would enjoy watching the movie.

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Nagananda!

1. To complete reading a short book within a few minutes is an achievement i feel proud of. Though I can do that everyday : something or the other holds me back. 2. The book only had 30 pages. 3. It’s a translation of essence of Sanskrit book into Hindi with the same name. Its […]

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The Day!

1. There are beautiful cotton clouds in the sky.

2. As I cleansed the rack before I sat to register books this noon, i decided to burn the garbage. The wife of the trustee came asking if I was burning new papers regularly. I told her they were old papers. While she’s adept at lying about her income and NGOs functioning, she ensures i am not doing anything unrighteous.

3. Back-from-home farmer is advising another lady wage earner (was that daily wage earner? Slip of lips blips): the milk of newly born baby’s mother is a patent medicine for the pain in ear. The guy then proceeds onto ask if she had tried that as medicine for someone. What’s life without a bit of fun and lewd jokes at workplace is painted on his face. As for payment for my work: they’re all mute.

4. I have limited freedom as a person who is not at least anti-social. I have to prove that on a regular basis.

5. VG visited the premise after a long time. We chatted for a while. I had passed from his office while running for marathon. His house is nearby to big Chhatrasal statue in the village. He said he helped organise the event at that time. I got another opportunity to pass by that place but couldn’t meet him.

6. Sun is shining and cotton clouds are playing in the mild wind. I didn’t take a taxi today. It took me only 27 minutes to reach here which was less than usual. I live in strange spacetime. None of the experiments have monetary value and yet they are valuable in the long run. I manage to live on day-to-day basis.

7. Filled two buckets of water. It involves mounting those buckets on a bicycle with the help of two iron hooks, going to a well, switching on the pump: though there’s no switch and they use jumpers for using switch might make it would be wasted too soon. Then : I come back, put some water into a steel tank which recently got a plastic tap fixed into it.

Image credit: Self

Courtesy: Gandhi Smarak Nidhi Chhatarpur Madhya Pradesh

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Dancing Mosquitoes!

1. Birds are returning to their nests. Some mosquito dance nearby. Sounds of prayers from nearby mosque. I had some fruits to eat-ones which were lying below the tree in a remote corner. It had rained last evening.

2. Some dogs accompanied me on this walk. I am not indispensable in any of the processes in my day-to-day life. Not a must for anyone in the circle of acquaintances. Sometimes I feel it’s a bad reflection on my skills and ability. At others I feel it is the result of all of my choices: an expression of my true nature. I neither bind nor like to be bound.

3. If it doesn’t free you : none of the skills is of any use. Even best of crafts make you a slave to the process after a while. Despite being free I am able to get my sustenance at present which makes me feel fortunate. I don’t worry about it as much as I used to worry couple of years ago.

4. The day went smooth like a breeze. It’s the contrast. I had to take painkillers for toothache yesterday. The same toothache for which I had to undergo root canal couple of years ago.

5. Batlings are jogging in the air now. Zig Zag patterns. Plum glum lumpsum summum bonum numbat battue Tuesday. Gone are the days of standard standards. I am at peace and wonder why I forget the essentials so soon.

The twilight darkens now.

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Dissolution

1. A tree has shed so many of its leaves within the last few minutes. It’s quite poetic.

2. A crow sings.

3. There are cotton clouds.

4. A ship turned during its whaling expedition. A bus fell in a canal. I was thinking of root canal. I had to take antibiotics and pain killers.

5. Filled water and watered some beds.

6. Some birds are singing as hazy Sunshine peaks through.

Antibiotic tic tac toe

Oeuvre remnant antenna

Namesake sake

Keynote keyhole

Ketone tone footnotes erased

Sedona Arizona ona Hakuna

Matata batata pralaya

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Aditi!

This light is known as one mind

It’s the bridge between unconscious and conscious

Through it

Walk dead and become alive

It’s plenum

It connects all realms

It’s the ground of being

And origin of all things!

It’s also the end.

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Mommy’s Fine!

1. Just finished watching the movie Triangle (2009.) 2. This review contains spoilers. It’s intended only for those who have either watched it or don’t want to watch it. 3. The title of this post is funniest piece of dialogue in the flick. A young boy watches his mommy’s version number two kill the version […]

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Is it?

Whenever I was hungry, Giving me pure food as if He Himself were hungry, And ridding me of the harrassing hunger, He gracious established both his feet in my heart replete with flesh; And gave me sanctuary, At the moment, When my bridegroom who dances in the Hall of Gnosis, And who is rare for […]

Is it?