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Vandana Fails Again!

1. My net worth is 230 rupees.

2. I have 230 rupees in a small wallet I have.

3. I borrowed another 200 rupees from Vandana. This makes the borrowed amount this season to be 1000 rupees.

4. As I asked her to fetch me money: she said she would give it in a while after igniting lamps.

5. Then she came inquiring about where I spend my money. She doesn’t have any right to do that. Despite earning 70000 rupees per month she has not given me my pocket money without sucking my blood in the last 8 years. She ensured that I don’t get any lucrative employment. Snatched my 66000 rupees from my account without my permission. Kept me barely comfortably. Used shamans and black magic to control me. She not only trapped me into living here but also didn’t let me leave again by creating unnecessary emotionally draining dramas.

6. She asked about the amount of pocket money I needed. I told her: 5000 rupees per month. To which she said: it’s too much. What a strange world! People living below poverty line earn 300 rupees per day and I am asked to work for 5 or 10 rupees per hour. I am supposed to supply some strange support: hemoglobin etcetera to Vandana as she had no blood in her body when she called me.

7. Blood sucking Vandana and company asked me: where do you spend money. I keep telling her but she immediately forgets. For all practical purposes she’s a slave to another slave. All of them borrowed money from some unknown source.

8. Blood sucking Vandana gave me money after 15 minutes of blood sucking.

9. She was willing to fetch only 100 rupees. Then she gave a moral discourse and then she again came with 200 rupees. It’s right: a 35 year old independent individual shouldn’t borrow money from a slave of a slave of a slave who inquires about expenses. Since she doesn’t trust: I don’t trust her either. ( There’s no interest free money. These are petty slaves and there are bigger slaves.)

10. Vandana lost all her merits: like her teeth: merely because of her agitated conversation with me.

11. Let Vandana attain pure body of gnosis and bliss by grace of Shiva or Narayana: whoever she has her faith in. All her money is spent by Shilaajeet. It’s spent the way Shilaajeet wants to spend it.

12. Vandana was trying to earn trust with laptop. Dant Kanti. Poor kids. Vandana is still poor. It’s sad! It’s true. Vandana kept stressing on merits but herself lost all her common sense. Vandana eventually gave me money but it will merely be for two days. Or three.

Am I drunk? No.

Do I drink tea? No.

Do I take marijuana? No.

Do I eat tobacco like rest of her family? No.

Do I take Shilaajeet or Musli? No.

Do I take cigarette or beedi or alcohol? No.

Do I read? Yes.

Do I exercise? Yes.

Do I wish everyone well? Yes.

Why then, am I a subject to inquiry by those who don’t have any merits whatsoever except eating like pigs and gaining weight which makes it difficult for them to stay healthy is a mystery worth being investigated.

Those who were bored reading previous gentle and mild mannered posts should enjoy this one. I had my daily bread, butter and exercise and I saw plenty of poor people who were pretending to be rich. I am not one of them.

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Couple of harmonies!

1. I bowled only twenty times this morning. I ran more than I bowled.

2. I listened music and played vocabulary jam.

3. I need to play more and write more.

4. It’s a day with harmony: 11112020. There are two pairs. It’s also the eleventh lunar day as per Hindu calender. I spotted Leo Moon and Venus from roof this morning.

5. Yesterday a miracle happened. I bought a laptop in 2010. I spent a lot of money on getting it repaired. Final repairing rendered it useless. Two thousand rupees wasted! After couple of years: yesterday evening as I was playing ball with the students of my class in my room: Vandana came asking for password. I was surprised. Rahul was successful in booting it up. He wants to work. I deleted some old files. It’s working but it’s not for me. I renounced it once in 2013, then again in 2018. Now it’s the final renunciation. This smartphone needed many sacrifices to reach to my hands.

6. Now that election results are out: I need to figure out how my employment as a freelancer might become more lucrative. If they come up with greater Corona hullabaloo: it might take exercise and playing away from people again. Unemployed people are counting on new regimes.

7. A Tohu Verse to celebrate the occasion:

Election ion lectern in turn intern

Wednesday angels light festivity

Darkness increases

Raise the purple lantern

Watch the play

Dance the dance

Drink the ambrosia!

8. Soon another election. Business as usual.

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Who Has Seen The Wind?

1. It’s no nonsense: a traffic police guy carrying a black pipe was standing near Chhatrasal’s Horse: maybe because of the Friday market. It was an easy passage inside the street which leads to Gandhi Smarak Bhavan. Usually there are so many unemployed labourers that the passage is blocked. I saw and saluted the librarian who was wearing a mask today. Then I saw one gentleman who I thought would pass silently as he was on a bike but drew my attention and we greeted eachother. Since he’s a rich guy and he once reported of couple of deaths which were not reported later on in the newspapers: I really wonder if I am getting undue attention. Society and people are strange. It works on strange and complex principles.

2. In the class: there was no power. A battery driven lamp helped me play vocabulary jams as he was writing. His parents are careless. They couldn’t buy a new notebook for him in the last four days though he needs it. Perhaps they have no money. The room is stuffed with things and he has no notebook. I merely keep correcting his Bundelkhandi to standard Hindi : he spits on my face as he speaks and hangs too close near chair. I was smarter when I was seven.

3. The guy who was in the batch junior to mine in Maria Mata Convent High School : seemed like he was approaching me. Then he dropped a cigarette pack as he was looking for something in his left pocket. I really don’t know if it was an insinuation or a sign of nervousness. Maybe he works for the secret police. He walks with a slight bend in his spine and looks dull though his demeanor suggests that he’s a nice guy. I saw a police car standing outside the clinic just before the Gandhi Smarak Bhavan. As bespectacled guy had vicariously saluted me because he wanted me to salute when on bike with his son: or so I thought: similarly the man said something about new arrangement to the man in the police car. It’s mostly weekdays and timings and my neurosis which leads to strange stories. Then I saw her in a strange place. I had masonic Pulav for which I only have respect as it energizes me and reminds me to keep working on Free Rice: for I don’t know any other means to help alleviate the hunger of others.

4. The center of the stadium has an “H” made with white powder. There’s a circle around it. A booth nearby and entire thing covered with another circle of rods which are there since three to four days. It’s related to elections but the sign looks more like a crop circle and the booth seems to represent a scenario like Phone Booth. I could bowl 50 times. It was easy. Mainly the pitch.

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A Story Worth Reading !

1. Though it rarely happens: one of my employers paid me in full when I asked for only an advance. The student is going to take a leave for about one month. Her behaviour has been strange but I can understand. I bought an earphone worth fifty rupees from a shop I used to buy earphones from about four years ago. Since I am wealthy( after paying three hundred back to Vandana I would still be left with more than one hundred rupees!) I only have eight hundred more rupees left as a payment towards the services delivered to the second employer. Constantly changing world and employment. Scarcity of work or complete slavery were options. I chose the first one and feel free.

2. I played four jams this morning: rankings: 1112. Unless Stephen had come: I would have scored first rank in all four. I enjoyed bowling ten overs. Samose. Samose and kachori are getting costlier but we are paid one fifty or three hundred rupees per tuition and work is scarce to come. What happened to economy and opportunity?

Party with religious groups: like I did last night: except popcorns and momos everything was for free: I reckon:

Ramleela –Live ticket in an open theatre worth 1000 rupees per person.

Air: invaluable.

Water: invaluable.

Harmony and security: invaluable: though some younger people were suspicious of me. And you know why! I was confident because I have been visiting stadium for about two months: doing what is supposed be proper behaviour over there: sports and recreation.

Personally: my net worth is almost zero. The last good movie I watched in the Anurag City Centre had merely four members in theatre and another had a hall full but I was supposed to create rains instead of watching the movie.

3. How many threads do I need to join to create an event worth narrating? Maybe three or four. It depends on authors. I consider it kabbalistic you call it divine. I saw another Kingfisher and a nightingale as I was exiting out of the stadium. The thread of story begins in the point four.

4. Vaibhav Choubey Galla Mandi had the Einstein quote “Imagination is more powerful than knowledge,” striked out on his t-shirt. It means: Einstein was wrong. It means: the world is real. It means: knowledge is more powerful than imagination. Vaibhav was standing near the police line entrance to stadium. It was Eastern entrance. Satyam was with me. My heart had stopped working. My head was exploding with pain. I showed him and he accepted: my heart had stopped.

5. I was ordering popcorn pack. The policeman whom I had been observing on a regular basis ordered the man counting the gutka pouches which he laid on popcorn pouches. It might mean anything: that eating popcorn is akin to eating gutka: with a difference that popcorns don’t spoil walls or teeth. You don’t need to spit. You can prove anything provided you have the power.

6. Today morning the autorickshaw man gave money to the puncture shop owner. I recalled how Vaibhav had asked for another five rupees after having taken twenty rupees in two days. I had refused. The puncture shop owner made a remark about darkness. My blog was read by someone and message conveyed. He does read newspaper but I don’t know if he reads my blog too. My comment had a foundation of Hinduism which regards the Sun’s southern movement as creating smaller days and bigger nights. Darkness increases: festivals let you relax but you don’t understand the full import of them. My attention was taken to gutka pouches: he wasn’t selling them before. Vaibhav was actually in a fair. Playful and enjoying as much as I was when I ordered popcorn. Or similar. There’s no way to match.

7. Four days. Four threads. Saarthak. Autowallah. Meaningful: the name of the lady who wanted to mount a water bottle for her son. When I was letting her son play she needed to make a superficial acquaintance. Now they are five threads. I don’t know who really reads these but unless some delusion struck me: the policeman, the puncture shop owner and some others will get to know of five threads. Beneficence. This is the art being created with hardwork. The policeman, the gutka counter, the puncture shop owner, Vaibhav who first requested me to come to academy, his grandmother, etc were all in it: probably to make me prepared to get married to a fat girl. If it was a way to civilize me: you see how well it works. It’s red pill.

8. The library and the other parts of Gandhi Smarak Bhavan have whisky or wine or brandy bottles. They might be part of an exhibition or act like those steps on North West pavilion which had condom pouches a few days ago or maybe they were drinking and wanted me to know that being farmers they need to drink to relax. It’s fine with me for I lived with flatmates who used to drink. I knew that those who worked in Deshaj Gaushala and field needed to drink. Gandhi or Tolstoy might also have drunk one way or another.

9. All the characters come from real life or this dream. And events are woven. It took energy to do that and gradual patterns. Police, repairing people, editors, press, psychonauts and hackers. If I rate this: it’s one of my best stories with morale: balance.

10. I utilized library time for writing because I was expecting my student to visit as she said over the call. But she didn’t. Online classes are random in nature. I would have been left with no energy or willingness to write if I wrote in noon. I am sure : this story will be read at least by one person and appreciated.

Courtesy: police department. Cricket academy. Vaibhav Choubey Galla Mandi. WordPress. Win Wenger PhD. S. S. Khare. Bob Dylan. Devika Mathur. Sister Haycinth. Kabbalists. Saarthak’s mother. Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi. Wine Shops. Ramlila committee. Baburam Chaturvedi. Shrinivas Shukla. Chhatrasal. Saint Rajinder Singh. Kabir. Nanak. Secret Russian Mafia Police. Vladimir Putin. Rajasthani Red Light Workers. Vaasudev Krishna Yadav. Akshay Kumar.

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The Matchmakers!

1. A bike with a triangle shape on its headlight cover and Vigyaan (Science) written in Devnagari script stops near the superstore. The previous script has to be completed: is he joining our group or not? The barbershop decides: whether I left the tuft on my head or not. Are we joking? My net worth is one thousand rupees per month. My caretakers brought me here from Vrindavan and never gave me any pocket money despite taking my services directly or indirectly. Am I joining the group. Who are we kidding? The barber was an expert. I can assure you: he has improved as an artisan too. The sacrifice for departing goddess had the priest who was chanting inaudible verses. Swaha! Swa stands for Self. Aha being the last vowel in Devnagari script: means: Rest in Self. Rest in peace. Die. Sacrifice self for Self. Ushma color.

2. I enjoyed teaching English. It was a Grammar test. Since the first batch didn’t happen: I had enough energy to teach in morning hours. I walked six rounds before I enjoyed samose by Asatiji and Pohe by Kushwahaji.

3. Bowling practice was easy because I reached in time. I bowled sixty times. Ten overs. Though I couldn’t sleep well last night. Tried watching a movie. Binaural beats are embedded with hypnosis and advertising. There’s overt hypnosis and hidden hypnosis.

4. Stadium has been cleansed thrice in the last three days. It’s after two months. It’s probably because of festivals: Dussehra and Diwali. I reckon: placing those rabbit shaped dustbins inside stadium with “Use Me” needs regular sweeping as happens for roads. Municipal corporation doesn’t have enough people and they won’t hire. The freelancers who are paid pennies like I am: are promised Diwali bonus and so on.

5. There are indian people living abroad: especially in Europe. They might miss gutka spitters and might be afraid of Mafia : but there’s nothing worse than being sandwiched between local and universal. The question arises: why fifty fifty. Why not the whole Truth? In the most severe of lockdowns I survived and thrived. In the normal: people mocked me when I didn’t care for work and denied me employment when I earnestly sought it. It’s indeed a strange society. The old and the new. They coexist. M. Night Shyamlan’s ‘The Village’ highlights it very well.

6. The Seventh Horse of the Sun. Shilajeet. Labourers. Pashupatinath. Narayan. And David Lynch. Dark City indeed! Very Dark. The Sun goes South. South is Right. If you face West it’s left. Dimensions.

7. After the greatest success of mummy papa United productions came bhaiya bhabhi United productions. Now comes: ……onus in on bonus. I am free.