Dancing light of grace

Posted on August 11, 2020August 11, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Virtual virtues

1. Merit of being young and beautiful: is to be pleasant to look at. As a living organism you have more potential to further procreate and lengthen the chain of your species, clan or family. Especially in case of women fertility is correlated with beauty. As young children are beautiful to look at by virtue of being alive more than those aging: being young means surviving and struggling on a day-to-day basis mostly to sow your seeds. Seeds, which will be sown anyway.

2. Those who are forever young have gained infinite virtue. The true nectar of immortality. The elixir which lets them gain eternal youth. They have defied the realm of death, fear and decay.

3. The name of coaching class on board: Mars Space Academy. It teaches you high school subjects. It seemed funny to me. What would have crossed the mind of the proprietor to show off both his inclination towards space missions and knowledge of Science?

4. I was talking to the tea stall kid in the high school who plays PUBG lite. He kept swinging hence and forth between subjects and tenses upon being questioned about what he had read in the English Grammar: then I taught him affirmative, negative and interrogative forms of the tense:

“I prepare tea.”

5. Another kid I am giving tuitions to had a strange experience yesterday night. It was like astral travel but nightmarish. He saw the time in clock which read 12:16 AM. I had asked him simple practice questions on Voices when his vision seemed to have got blurred and he could hardly read any further. I asked him walk around the library room breathing deeply. His elder brother had seen a bull one night. This strange bull with red eyes disappeared from his vision after se time. Coming home the kid had strange vomitting. I am eating crunchy snacks and peanuts which are very few but ignite taste buds and give me energy to continue. A building I used to see everyday has been demolished as it served no purpose. How much energy is spent in restructuring because of renovation whereas some people barely have enough resources to start. I saw two kingfishers and one of them twisted itself dramatically. I confirmed that Moon was still in the constellation Bharani and it will reach Rohini by tomorrow upon being asked by tea stall guys. I don’t care about run-on sentences and other nuances. I am much better off writing almost as I wanted to after a dark passage of almost six months where a kitten and lying family members inhibited all my expression. A crow sings and many vehicles pass by… for couple of days Mars will be there as Atmakaraka. I still think about the stranger on that village street when I had not even begun my schooling. The stranger who talked about the Tense.

Posted on August 11, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Acceptance

There’s always a goal or an ideal towards which actions are oriented. As things should be.

If things are as they should be: you need to continue doing what you are doing.

If they are not: you need to work until they are ideal.

The reality of the moment is: as things are. It’s the acceptance and full cognizance of present situation which gives you the ground on which you can work. If in case of less than ideal results you are so excited that denial of the situation results: you can’t work to bring about the change towards the ideal. Similarly: you can’t recognise any changes which are taking place towards the same direction.

The equanimity and mindfulness go hand-in-hand. They’re aspects of Karma Yoga. Skillful action brings about perfection or accomplishment.

Posted on August 10, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Anatomy of Ataraxy!

You are beautiful. Beauty is whatever makes one blissfully aware. The secret to happiness is to make habits that are healthy and easy to control. Take for example the news item:

speaking in groups is necessary to make you feel better: I understand it fully. I have experimented with it. But the effort it takes is the cost. I consider it better to study oneself and realize. I think generic results are just that: generic results. You should know just the enough to get by. Pride makes people contorted. Just examine the faces of children: natural beauty is being yourself. It’s not being artificially humble. And the first impression is forever.

2. I read a notice on a park wall which read:

” The penalty for littering here is 5000₹.”

I walk couple of steps to see many gutka pouches. I was chewing sweety Supari as one of my students was making me addicted by giving just a bit of these flavoured betel leaves mixture. I can afford the mixture for now. I had to share my expensive sweets with my son and daughter

. 3. I have no sons or daughters. The Nepal and Indian ministries are fighting over nativity of Buddha, Vyasa and Patanjali: funny thing is that none of these individuals would have differentiated between nations beyond a mode of behaviour in everyday lives. The cook besides the tea stall was a witty storytelling device if there was ever made one. What do you consider to be a characteristic of unique writer? The stories of the characters are delightful and they are like folklore characters.

4. I for one: never gave a thought to being a writer. I wanted to end the suffering like Buddha and countless others: I used all that was available to me and writing was one of the tools among many for the same. I think sometimes: will that “Echo” guy ever stop liking my posts? I have written about 100000 words on this site. And there are hardly one or two guys who like what I write. It’s fine by me. But the writing as in packaging, polishing, selling and shamelessly promoting your content needs an intelligence which doesn’t really make you any more profound than the pen/stickers/diary sellers on buses or snack sellers on passenger trains. The sad Truth is: like protecting your girlfriend, wife or land: you need to work to protect your credits for many reasons. Leibnitz/Newton to Tesla/Edison: there are plenty of examples of great minds working hard to protect their credentials. It was the effort which might have gone to further research and publications. But life doesn’t happen in neat packages. Krishna himself was working his way through strifes and later Bhakti age movements by Meera/Chaitanya/Ramananda and many others realize something unique by using his teachings or ideal. Life is infinitely creative but art is marketplace commodity giving sustenance to many. All I can say is: “Next time you find a product which gives you love, peace, energy, fame and power, try to give the same back to the universe.”

5. It’s a blank. Humid lanky chicken kenophobia hobnobita tabanid horsemaybluecolddragonflyovertureundertoned.

Here’s a tohu verse: I invented this format by looking for long words but it hasn’t been recognised yet: chattypicalculustrousulcusualacritzygotenetsukeratosisalubriousulkingkongombroonomatopoeiambictusufructualarmingdynastylerdurdensemensensualistervineyardentistrystudentistryingallimaufryearlyrenegadeaconnocturnalacritympanumbattuesdayayaveracitypecasteriskydaddynamicroscopictorallyingutturallophoneycombudsmanticleonasmorgasboardingpointzerodomontadeodorantennapanatelamonocleonine

One more tohu verse: Her beauty even made the moon blush; her deliciousness even made the moon cry.

Posted on August 10, 2020August 10, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Ataraxia ataran atta boy ran Anschluss drayfuss omnibus succubus busted colophon!

Do you want to buy some sand?

First, you must promise not to get a single grain out of the bag.

No. Then, you must not throw the sand into the air.

Why then, are you taking the picture?

Why yes, I think I shall take it. I write blogs. I might use the picture in it.

I will charge you a dollar for it.

What is a blog?

You can read one on the internet. You tilted the trailer and now you want me to pay you a dollar for the ruckus?

It’s not a ruckus, it’s a photograph.

Ah, I write articles: like those you read in the newspaper.

Do you have an article about me?

No. But you might read one if you wait for me to publish this one! This is a collection of tales. Are you from this village?

I am from a little town with a very big forest.

What are the odds? Two accidents within one kilometre! These were the most interesting things that happened in our village.

Posted on August 10, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

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.

Posted on August 9, 2020August 10, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

The Kingfisher Sings!

The ocean is a mystery. It’s the birthplace of life. Under its blue, deep waters lies a land of strange creatures. Squeezing squeed, weed concede, corral losel morsel, whale, octopus October, rivers and mountains and valleys Ever so life-long, finds little terra-lena.

I wonder. Sharks indebted forever. Dolfins Finnish tiffin services. The father and daughter sat over the fire, and thought how strange it all was, and how nice it would be if you could go down into the sea.

I had never heard the red billed Kingfisher sing before. Its blue feathers attract. At the edge of the pool, a deep-sea tree, a giant with wide branches, grows. Tuna fish is a nice dish and many wish fulfilling gemstones abound with a warm, gentle smile, the mermaid flicked her tail, and the father and daughter jumped, a little frightened, for they were not used to her beauty. Mars is in the Pisces with Moon. It’s watery sign. Ocean.

I read a book on oceanic adventure which had a character named Ashok It was a bit far away, yet she had the Sea as her living room. Eel peel reel away. Wayward warden dense mesnes. Starfishes galore sapphire allure. Angkor vaat. Tibet bet beta theta sorority. Actinic shimmering stork strides. The guy named Ashok was blabberwockying at the tea stall. The guy is always high: as the Mars with Moon suggests: a drunk abuser of women or a wine seller, nine times rhymes mesothelioma metheglin isinglass retinitis cretin it is.

The tea stall guy is letting this gurgle away: no rhyme intended there. I understand you will find out more. The guy hides behind the cricket. They all build castles all their lives but their emptiness can’t be filled. Mood swings become acute and uncontrollable with addictions. Nobody would like to be in a mental institution: Their activities will be charted with their doctors. You need to open the nozzle jalopy canopy can copy underwater tonesure cocksure cockalorum cockroach coach approach fibroach swimming pool cespool. Bad things can happen to anyone.

Posted on August 9, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Bullshit Reinforces More!

1. Bill Gates was talking about vaccines long before the pandemic. He’s still talking about it.

2. Mukesh Ambani is now the fourth richest man in the world. Pandemic, lockdown and the rest seems to have suited some people more than the others. Guzrati aristocratic family members along with the bureaucracy have country on their fingertips at present. I am a nobody but I hear people talk: the lockdown and charade was at large to build the temple and keep the environment free from resistance like Shaheen Bagh.

3. Long before the article 360 was removed from the constitution of Kashmir valley: the talk about the quarantine centers in Bangalore was heard by me. It’s funny how evanescent public memory is: same diseases ( AIDS, SARS) are used by regimes every few decades and encounters by police state are repeated ad nauseum.

4. I heard people: only two things are almighty: government and God. I understand that most people don’t. A lot goes behind the screen. Government is a system of people by the people. I gained the conspiratorial frame of mind thanks to Hollywood: pirated DVDs. I am not proud of it.

5. If they hadn’t let China and India become world’s electronic garbage dump posts: markets for rubbish and slavery: would there have been likes of Jack Ma, Gates or Ambani playing heroes ? Where would Trump dump his stagnant weapons then? Population matters. Australia and Europe can boast.

6. The holistic care movement with Ayurvedic formulae was becoming stronger. Ramdev and Shri Shri and others. It’s still strong but emergencies need allopathy and English fear : surgeries. What is scorpion regime known for? Keep them guessing: make their immune system weak and then hit with force. The twenty first century golden age: formula: truth force tested with two biggest democratic national heads competing with each other to speak more lies in a single breath. Elaborate planning is needed to present hoaxes as natural catastrophe and pandemic.

7. Ah genius! How many times have you been fed with Ramayana and Mahabharata on national TV? What about another round of devotion?

8. Talk positive and eat shit: this is the new mantra. The ghost of nation state is better than the feudal debauchery but worse than the whole Truth. There are no families, no nations and no personalities in reality. The day this kid would open his eyes: he would know that neither Tendulkar was a hero nor Ambani nor Gandhi. I might not be around : he would understand : perhaps an abyss would ask him some questions then.

Posted on August 9, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Birds

There were two birds sitting on an electric wire.

An antenna was staring into an abyss.

A pictogram told of a feeble minded nuisance.

How easy it is to decipher her.

The assembly had assortment medley

. And the jumbled vocabulary quizzes by a middle school failure who thought he was trying his best to put up an educated guess.

What is the name of the bird?

What does the gestures of gutka mean?

Not here to educate or enlighten.

The art of keeping records on pingpong tables. Singsongs dingdong claptrap humdrum humbug gummy bears will be there.

The way to eternity is here: you might like or dislike what happens next, said the hummingbird.

The general rules are general and consequences are mostly postmartum stitching besides the inglenook use any books, any hooks, any mad version will do animadversion ions will call clouds of happiness or doubts. You might not like what you see in the mirror. You might run Helter skelter. Books don’t help always and mirrors might start lying contrary to the common saying.

Posted on August 8, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Poultry Chicks

It was strange. They were all being unreasonable together. Having talked about pregnancy and how difficult childbirth is: epiphany of seeing it as a headline in the local news: moreover— artificial intelligence being promoted as a service for storytelling in newspaper headlines while he had been using it for sometime: it only told about coincidence but it was too uncanny and too frequent. “I thought I had seen the most wonderful thing in the world.”

… It was not the wrong question. They say gway wayward ardvark varsity fulgurant asynapsis. It’s not the end. Because everything is supposed to make sense in the end and nothing is making sense right now. Then the Doctor said, “Well, I’m going to London. The smell of poultry truck passing by was the worst thing this morning.

What do they feel like? Do they feel cheated for being reared up only for the eggs? Do they feel the fear when they wait to be killed for someone’s grill? Their entire existence is waiting for the death in order to be useful for their owners. What if humans are also living like that : throwing sacrifice ritualistic worship at random hoping to avoid inevitable end. What about those famed winners who became immortals?

Well, I have not met one. Women at large are reared up to get trained for rearing up children. Their main business in most villages is to cook, to bear a boy or four and to entertain entire families. Anything other than this: is a big black scar on the character. They are supposed to be that “real” human beings. But they’re not.

Look at the honest Shastri who was killed in a conspiracy. Being a son of the prime minister Gandhi got the luxury to experiment and be popular for renunciation. It’s true that he was authentic like Buddha or Mahavir in his experiments with fasting, truth and soul but it was not the only such enterprise. Ramalinga Paradesi or other adepts are not known unless they belong to the ruling class. It’s the ruling class which gets to morph the history into its choosing. It’s so filthy twisting of perspectives that you might feel aghast at the basic social unit of family narratives: extrapolation to the level of a country leaves almost no scope for truth as it really is. Moreover: is it a measure of success to be popular? The history which has been at mercy of popular regimes tells us that many public enemies were later worshipped as demigods and Messiah. Jesus, Socrates and Galileo are a few examples. But not the only ones.

Posted on August 8, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Company

1. Since a man is known by the company he keeps, one who keeps none remains unknown.

2. There’s neither right nor left on the way. There’s no destination either.

3. Since you can’t carry the baggage for too long you drop it here.

4. Most myths are half truths.

5. I saw the thunder. I guessed the news. It’s not the kind of clairvoyance which can be employed in service. It’s apocalyptic.

Posted on August 8, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Mystery

I saw an ant. The ant was looking for an easy meal. After having finished the tea with snacks: I went for a walk. The scenery was breathtaking today. The weather has been kind of kind in the last few days. I finished reading the book last night. Dark groves behind the shade. Dark black clouds all around: it was more than I ever needed: the most deeply engrossing Beauty. Is this, the thing I had been walking towards all my life? Noise is not my voice– said that blackbird. I wanted this journey to end. There was talk of infinity and freewill but you are always forced to chose and when you are trudging: you are bound to walk with either resistance or with acceptance. I was never scared of the woods– said that little bird. Everything is food in some way or the other. And I am always hungry for more. No one will ever take this away from me. I am. World is. Knowledge is merely deconstruction of delusion. It is not impossible to find out what is true. Nothing is true for nothing is false. A poet is looking for a blissful balance and an utilitarian is looking for useful things. A bird is looking for its home. It’s sitting on its eggs. Hoping for all the eternity. I wonder if we multiplied like cell division: would it have made life look like rainbows. The gestation period is gruesome in humans to say the least and yet most women are subject to it. We are mostly out of shape and add deformation after conception of it. “I’ll let you know when I have a child,” the girl said. Logistics requires logic. I walk the empty walk and sometimes I punish myself for having been born. But who punished me to be bound in this cage called body? You are the one who suffers for making a choice. It’s a mystery. If you don’t choose: choice is made for you and if you choose you think you were responsible. It was always a closed contained game with limited choices. The story says: choice leads to choose. It’s a mystery. I’ve made all the possible choices in my life.

Posted on August 8, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace