Siddha Yoga. Moon in Moola quarter first. Mothers may be angels. Angels may be mothers and fathers, friends, strangers and sisters. Ultimate mother is Moon and your Self.
Here is a picture with credit to Dainik Bhaskar, the daily Hindi newspaper we purchase. The image is of a painting by Picasso. If I am violating any copyright laws: please let me know, either in the comments or via email. Thanks.
Dainik Bhaskar, Picasso.
The Hindi underline reads: Picasso painted it in the year 1902. His mother had such confidence about his abilities that she said he would be the greatest no matter what he did. She expected him to become a general or a pope by choosing either army or sainthood and he chose painting to become the Picasso.
As an aside: his birth chart had 6 debilitated planets. Unique so far.
Here is a picture of the Sun Sunday from my roof:
The Sun. May 10,2020.
Indian economy is taking a dip. Accidents and suicides along with firing incidents are on rise in my town. Mercury has changed Rashi and entered into the fixed Earth sign Taurus.
1. It was early morning and we were about to enter into Chennai. My friend opened the window to ask a man in a lungi about the location:
“How far is Chennai, from here, Sir?”
“How much Chennai do you need? In a typical condescending Tamilan attitude, as a villager living on the outskirts of the city, he replied in a tone that had all four of us cracking up with laughter and tears in eyes and I might be exaggerating about the tears for the comic effect but it was natural situational comedy and I played the interpreter for them telling them that the person actually meant :
“As you’re already in Chennai, why the heavens do you ask for further directions?”
Or
“Which place do you want to go to in Chennai.”
His using “how much” instead of “Where” converted it into a joke for us. As all four of us were from North India and expected him to be fluent in English.
That might also be an exaggeration.
Actually: I found most of my colleagues and shopkeepers in Thiruvanmiyur R. t. O. Region had their own typical accent and they rarely cared for Grammar.
As I used to share my mails with them asking for the feedback: they used to say I was using too difficult words and they had to open a dictionary to grasp my posts.
Now I feel they were kidding.
But it’s too late now. That ship has sailed.
I used words like:
1. Quirky
2. Whimsical
3. Onomatopoeia
4. Insouciant
5. Contemplative
6. Obfuscation
7. Metempsychosis
8. Thanatose
9. Blabberwockying
10. Synchronicity
They were pretty regular words and yet to avoid my emails as well as to look down upon me: they used to say that I was using too complex vocabulary. They insisted on me reading Sydney Sheldon while I preferred watching movies like Waking Life by Richard Linklater and Inception by Nolan.
2. I am using Spotify application now. It’s possible to continue writing while listening to music now. I need an earplug now as this one has one of its bud dysfunctional. Lockdown limits my going out in search of an earphone shop and it’s scorching Sun these days. Hence I wait for an opportunity.
3. I had a brief discussion on phonemes and morphemes with a young man in my neighborhood. I introduced him to conspiracy theories.
1. The waning Moon is the object of the barking dog. Wind is soothing and I wonder if I should call it breeze. As I walk it sussurates into my right ear.
2. The block system of WordPress app indicates that they consider the work to be an architectural design.
3. The Anuradha Moon has its head slightly tilted to the right. Mosquitoes want me to listen to their song in exchange for a few drops of blood, which isn’t too costly as all neighborhood seems to be asleep. In my childhood I used to wonder if mosquitoes existed in the times of Rama or Narada. Scriptures do tell about them.
4. Heavy vehicles keep passing. Singular larkspur landing. Dingdong singsongs of Singapore porous porcelain ain’t so cute more morel more losel selling lingas gastric tricks Asterix Chicago Goa goatee teetotalers Erny.
5. Within a few minutes I observe clouds near Big Dipper:
Hazy Big Dipper
6. Now the Southern dog is resting and Eastern is speaking to North Eastern. The haze is topos. A crane speaks briefly flying about sixty nine degrees before going mum. Mummers and miss summers have gone into the mercurial victory palace and lace ruffle ace the case as I hear crickets chirping.
7. They keep asking me: what am I about? What do I write about?
8. The cloud farming gives no returns.
9. Neither does the cloud computing. Tingling lingas mingling jingling blingbotsslingshotspotsupshots. I need to use smartphone cache to keep some aches at bay time to time.
10. Reading newspaper to Grandma was necessary to keep their demons at bay. By the end she started dozing off.
11. I recall lyrics of a Hindi song which sayeth: my friend Mumbaikar is visiting me: salutations to him. Let’s eat and drink in the night and rest during the day. In GK booklets I used to read that there were no mosquitoes in France. I hear sirens. I also read that there newspaper was printed on paper.
12. Now dogs in the South East are in a melee. A truck passes by on highway. I can hear sounds in 2 kilometres range now. Crickets chirping. Ft t s.
1. I had set myself a goal of learning about constitution of India or Bharat within a month of lunar cycle. The idea was to finish reading the 268 pages of the PDF with about 80% reading comprehension within the duration. Now it seems some magical changes have taken place. My consciousness has been so fluid in the last few days that I have been overlooking all my assignments. Especially: Python programming project (P3) and courses on Indian mythology and others which were available for free on eDX. I wonder if there would be an availability next time I login to their site. I also needed to read some fiction by Carrol Lewis: through the looking glass. Since I am in heavens I need to make most of it. Dad has asked me to wait till twentieth of May to get a new smartphone. Being a patriarch he controls all wealth in the household. I had asked mother and she redirected me to father. After six months of 2-3 hours of everyday given to cleaning this house where they scatter things and spit as they consume tobacco, Supari and other poisons : they lured me into believing that my isolation or using a defunct JIO smartphone was no good. They gave me a second hand smartphone with scratches on screen. And the cat left no scope as I dropped it once to lose a bundle of keys on keypad. I became a kind of Helen Keller or Milton composing with great difficulty what I may have finished with a snap of fingers.
2. Wait: this was supposed to be a note on COI(Constitution of India.)
3. I veer away with hope. The heat is really picking on nerves.
4. After a few days I might get a new smartphone. My laptop is wasted. I spent 1800 rupees on it and within a day it died again. The startup circuit. The maintenance guy humiliated me by humiliating my laptop. The parents humiliated me further by talking behind my back about my being spendthrift. They had almost worshipped me on July 20 2014 when they arrived Vrindavan unbeknownst to me and brought me here by citing morality as an excuse. Since then the six years were supposed to be my correction period. They left no stone unturned. I paid my dues to receive very little back. Those who learnt from me started spitting on my face. I never thought this was going to be the case and my life path would have been much easier had I continued with monks and beggars in 2014. A simple decision in the name of compassion in which my own comfort was also hidden became the Sisyphean curse weight of which is still a ton of atmospheric pressure upon my shoulders.
5. Earning money is difficult. By doing charitable deeds I can get my meals or by begging. I might have called myself a businessman but none of my students stay. In English they want me to teach something which helps them in exams. I teach vocabulary and word roots: I am no James Harbeck or Michael Quinion at that but clearly: I can help them gain words and understand better at a rapid rate. Or I teach yoga to kids: not a Ramdev at it yet I know the fundamentals well enough to make them immortal.
6. I hear you say: this is about the constitution of India. How is a guy supposed to earn his living? I may keep burning garbage like I have been: for the last six months: it won’t fetch money. I am happy with a clean ground instead of a dump pumpkin patch outside my house with pig dung cow faeces. Wait: kids play when lockdown is laxed. Laxity. Maxixe. Tithe blithe Megatron rodomontade.
7. You see. A note about CoI. I can’t give myself even 5GB of data everyday. I can’t download a movie. The day I downloaded one I had a hard time accessing the browser data and YouTube videos refused to play. Constraints. Grave of fireflies.
8. I don’t know if my notes sound more like a joke on myself or a joke on India. I recall Peepli Live. I told uncle about the dead Piglet as I went to collect garbage to burn. The Piglet had its left eye smeared red with blood. It seemed synchronicity as I had written about explosion of pigs in this colony. I wonder: who or what killed it.
9. I had reported the event so that we don’t have to bear with the fetid smell. If I wasn’t the one breathing the news. No, it was :breaking the news: I would have been the one sewing it. Receiving it with wings.
The way of white clouds!
10. Parliament reserves the right regarding union of states. It can divide or add at whim without even passing the bill. Digvijay Singh and company divided Madhya Pradesh into Chattisgarh and Korba was lost. Severe power cuts was the result. I had a hard time in passing my higher secondary studying under a lantern in night on roof and occassionally some insects used to bite into my stomach thanks to Neptune conjunct Moon in my horoscope.
11. Division helps ego. It helps privacy. I tried patching up with my siblings. I tried talking to them normally. They don’t even know how to read or write. And they are too old to learn it from me. While they siezed with force, by hook and by crook, every patch of space I had: I kept giving them the best of resources. Spiritual counseling to ward their demons off. The narrative is set like this: dirty scumbag doesn’t want to lean his room, or bathroom or act. Openly abuses parents and siblings and even beats grandmother: when I ask him to cool down and take some time off he starts believing that it was him who set the limit for himself. He uses casuistry and black magic along with Hindu rituals of touching feet to make others think everything is alright. And he thinks he can kill everyone for his handicap and get away with it. The other kid is the do gooder hooded with underhand tactics under a government which uses those itself : Pegasus for example.
12. Compared to my childhood I barely have any space left here. And new marriages: younger siblings bringing wives means letting go of me or peaceful coexistence. Letting go of me would be the option once they have tried attempting to make me marry or serve them like a slave.
13. I would either go to Puducherry or Rishikesh. Haridwar won’t accept me. Vrindavan is already closed. This place needs babies and toddlers who would grow into men to further the amily tree to feed the hungry souls of ancestors. I need to read my blogs more often than not: they constitute my pure body of gnosis. It’s a weakness to grow fondness for places or people. Individuality, identity, idiosyncrasies are the only thing you truly love and they are delusion. Relative apperception. I have grown out of needs of mirrors. I walk with Narada on celestial waters.
Rama is Bhagavan whereas Narada is merely a journalist. In the fiction there are big egos and smaller ones. Rama is one of the biggest. Narada was also an incarnation of Vishnu like Rama but Ramayana glorified Rama. Narada had initiated Valmiki the creator of Ramayana. Narada asked his lord Narayana to confer an appearance like that of Hari. It was to win the swayamvara contest and get married to the most dazzling princess of Mayanagri. Sadly the lady marries the lord Narayana who reveals that Narada was deluded by his Matrix and the girl as well as city were to examine his devotion. But it’s late as Narada had already cursed Narayana to suffer in separation from his wife ( the sorrow by seeing his monkey like face in the mirror became the cause of the curse which made lord Narayana suffer when Seeta his wife was kidnapped by the Raw One of Shri Lanka.)
I tell this story to my mother. I also tell her about the past incarnation story of Narada where he was not a muni but a five year old Bodhisattva who serves some teachers and gains merits to be born as the Manasa Putra of Bramha. His initiation makes all 10000 sons of Aasak ti and Daksha renunciates. This is repeated once again before Daksha curses him to remain a lifelong bachelor. This became the precursor to the story of Swayamvara recounted up thread.
I told stories. Vyasa said briefly about Rama: he enacted the role of a sensual man suffering by being separated from his wife and he calls her name Hey See te! He asks :” Oh birds, oh deers, oh Betels , have thou seen my Seeta who has eyes like a fawn?” And he swoons by recalling her lovely ways.
When I told about Vyasa version of Rama as told in Bhagvat Puran: the Mahanta of Gyaan Gudri Jagannath Ashrama, Gyaan Prakash ji became palpably agitated and started rebuking me severely.
My mother says: Rama is lord himself. Narada is mere servant. They are both incarnation of Narayana the sage. Or Vishnu the Hara, the Natarajan the dancing light of Grace.
Why Krishna is the supreme personality of Godhead? And Rama? Why not Narada? Because it’s about householders and world. If Rama was a social reformer and transcended death after 11000 years of rule as per Ramachari Manasa of Tulsidas: Ramananda and Kabir also qualify for same worship because they left the earth with their bodies intact and they kicked death in the butt. Krishna had 16108 wives and helped wipe out a sizeable portion of population within 18 days of Mahabharata war. He was super detached and aloof force of nature when his own kins killed each other off in Prabhas Kshetra. This makes him grand.
In my humble opinion. Only the authors Vyasa, Valmiki, Tulsi and Shankaracharya are grand. Dancing light of Grace: logos and visual aspects of nameless fill the stories romantic and otherwise with Colors as per the need. Narada is superior to Rama. Narada is superior to Krishna. Narada is looked down upon by the masses because of being an honest journalist and guru of all and sundry. Why worship a Rama or a Krishna when you yourself are Rama, Krishna, Narada, Shiva and much more? Isn’t it all a play of consciousness: the Vaasudeva?
2. People choose to believe what suits their causes. For example: people around me choose to believe that Ramayana and Mahabharata being telecast by Doordarshan are statements of Truth not mere myth. Similarly some people choose to believe in the constitution of a nation state or a book called Bible or Quaran. Look how Quaran is similar to Quarantine. Linguistics like James may find that link by research. Kabbalah and Science uses some tools to. Authorship and meritocracy emphasizes the importance of an agreed upon rulebook. The Hindu Rashtra advocates want all the wealth to be with very few chosen ones. Corporate houses who govern by proxy.
3. As I was taking breakfast: I saw a program in which the DD Bharati was showing spectacular India. A few churches in Shillong, Chera poonzi and elsewhere emphasize devotion to holy spirit. The kids clapping in the chorus look devoid of life. They look like robots. No critical thinking left in them. They might be happy and the place does look clean with greenery but they look like Stepford Wives. They appear to be too good to be true.
1. We had a brief discussion on effect of Corona. We seemed to agree on improvement in air quality. Narmada and Godavari couldn’t be cleansed even after big movements and activists like Medha Patkar sacrificed their lives for the cause. Godhead heard them and Narmada is cleaner. It works in mysterious ways.
2. Deaths:
Look at the tally. Today’s newspaper says 2 crore children will be born this year. Even in USA it would be 30 lakh births. USA being the top contributor to the Deathalymoixs would gain at least 26 lakh lives this year. Population explodes further in India. Old people were dying before. Why use the guise of a Virus managed by the states and central government with the help of a system of journalists who are either sold or are too scared to see the naked emperor roaming the streets without clothes.
May 8, 2020, Aditya.
3. Polythene and Polymer
Styrene gas leak on Thursday in morning hours, killed about 11 people and many others including police and rescue team as well as flora and fauna in the 5 kilometres area surrounding the chemical factory owned by a South Korean company. The factory was previously owned by default magnate Vijay Mallya. It’s an irrelevant info. Like this: Vishakha constellation influence ends and the event happened in Vishakha Pattnam. Pattnam means a bandargaah or a port. Vishakha means sub-bra ch. With Narada Jayanti the month of Jyesh tha begins. The biggest heaviest Dharma as Sun drinks most of the water from your body and you absorb greatest amount of Sunlight. Mythical hero of Mahabharata epic who was named Yudhisthira had this constellation. His name can be broken down into: Yudh and Sthira, which means the one who remains steadfast among vicissitudes or in the face of war. He went to heavens with his body. He ruled Indraprastha for 36 years.
Coming to normal: breaking off of the tangent: polyethylene or single use plastic ban is the government sponsored joke of this decade. Like flying cars being available to all and sundry by the year 2015. Smartphones are indeed available to most of us and I thank those who envisioned a 2020 with many hands using most modern computers in their pockets. I really do. Internet had improved my knowledge base and now smartphone is the only tool to meaningfully connect with cross ethnic groups. But where are the flying cars? That was a fiction like Arthur C. Clarke’s odysseys culminating in 2016.
I have to mostly remove single use plastic from drainage system outside my house as I burn the garbage. Most of the garbage is polythene bags. Why did they announce that they were going to ban it? Another suggestion is to not show warnings for alcohol and cigarette smoking and drinking. Be it TV or movies or packs or bottles. Don’t do that. People know the risk. My father, a chain smoker since the age of 14 years is 55 now. He filled an unspeakable amount of poison in our young lungs since childhood and we were suffering from bronchitis asthma etc. He looks hail and hearty. Don’t print warnings for everyone knows that Liquor and other toxins can’t be banned. In my walks someone or the other spits just as they see me walking. Sometimes it’s throng of people and now I know it’s not offensive. UP and Madhya Pradesh are states of Gutka eaters and paan masala guys who do as they please for they had attained Bramhjnana. They keep coughing and sneezing all day long and never take care of their bodies which have been sold to Devil and its advocates.
4. Pigs without Pepperwork:
Today 1000 labourers arrive here from Delhi. My father in a team of 5 is working to enlist the people who are diagnosed for the symptoms of Corona by the medical staff. I had downloaded the Aarogya Sethu application by the Ayush department of India. I took the survey and it declared me healthy. The blue tooth thing didn’t work as there were no cases (how could there be?) Hence I deleted the app. It had asked me if I was willing to volunteer for service to the cause and I said yes. Nobody approached me. I offered my voluntary services to enlist people with my father this morning as I want occassionally to escape this complex where trapped air has mostly the frustrated blabbering of my siblings, mother, father and grandmother. They have lost their jobs and feel insecure about their futures. By escaping from this complex for a few hours I would have breathed in some fresh air but the stadium as well as ashram are still locked. Where do I go? No matter where I go people look at me with suspicion and mockery. Mostly because of the clothes I wear as I use only a pair of them for being minimalist and I need to wash them as my parents haven’t spent even 2K on my clothes in a year. They had promised to take care of basics and not to interfere in my meditation. They left no stone unturned to ensure that I was not able to leave for another destination which might have been Tamil nadu, Hardwar or Rishikesh. Now I need to prove my worth on a daily basis to get a few crumbs.
Gist: they are like leaders who keep only the promises which are conducive to winning the elections.
Fear of death, fear of humiliation, mind control using police, media and battery as well as technology are key aspects of 21s century regime.
Municipal corporation promised to remove pigs. There are at least 25 pigs outside my house on a regular basis. There were none 5 years ago. Why are they proliferating? Neighborhood complains about not being able to feed cows who are useful animal.
4. Narada Jayanti
Marks the birth of sage Narada who is considered divine and an incarnation of lord Vishnu. He’s undoubtedly one of the most popular devotees in India. Only Hanuman, Dhruva and Prahlad come anywhere close to his impeccable reputation. Narayana, Narayana on his lips with a pair of cymbals and Veenaa in his hands, he’s the epitome of devotional Love. He features prominently in all of the greatest mythical stories. For example: he’s present as a counselor to Sage Vyasa in the Bhagvat Puran. He was the one who inspired him to create a song praising dancing darkness of grace. Bhagvat is a testament of grace. A song full of divine love. Narada is also present in Valmiki”s transformation event. He changed his heart by meeting the divine sage and became a creator of immortal epic of Ramayana. Narada is also present in the story of Dhruva and Prahlad. Vashishtha might come closer to the reputation of the divine journalist who was equally respected by angels and demons. With a time machine I would have loved to walk with Narada a few miles: hearing him chant Narayana, Narayana. The sage who gave Paanchratra and Narada Bhakti Su tra. My most humble obseianxe to one of the greatest among renunciates.
5. A bird chirped sweet as I woke up. It’s still twittering. Mrig Yoni, Devagana, Kolav Karana, Bramhin Varna, Gemini Ascendant with Mercury being the Atmakaraka in Sagittarius in Navamsa. Prati pada of Krishna Paksha begins. Jyesh tha month begins. Mercury rules the constellation. It’s Dharma dominant.
6. A labourer had to walk 1000 kilometres from Soora t Gujarat to Panna. He collapsed in Chhatarpur where he was taken care of by the medical staff and a gentleman gave him 500 rupees to help him.
7. A 37 year old government employee hanged himself to death in Panna. Reasons unknown. May he rest in peace. Please help raise awareness for euthanasia. Thanks for reading.
3. People singing in chorus in the nearby temples. It was the sheer radiance today. A kid is singing and family members are busy chasing away the persistent cat. It gets almost no food here and it has been beaten yet it lingers here. So does the Ghanshi the name rhymes with Banshee and she is the old lady I wrote about another day on this very blog.
4. Mosquitoes are singing too. Kids frolic and some vegetable and bangle sellers had a good time today. I enjoyed playing Cricket with neighborhood kids and for a while it seemed as if Nitrous Oxide was mixed in the air people were breathing.
5. Life seems to be returning to the normal in the vicinity. Nitty gritty. Typhoons telephone time and Tide play one on one. And I have abstained from creating tingling lingas gatecrashing hinged zed eyes mingling blingbotsslingshotspotsupshots.
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7. I look South. The only sky available to me with heavy hot air right now comes with mosquito bites. Mosquitoes deserve their food as much as I deserve my comfort or Etheridge victuals. Battue Tuesday has come to an end as dead animals dance with heavy ringtones notes on keywords venire xenon cenote secern discern neysaz. I have to remind myself of scaling and click time to clock time else the psychology takes over pretty fast track acknowledged degrees verdigris. Grisly sly lyrics.
8. Though the lunar calendar says it’s the full Moon, it’s not circular in shape but oval and tilted slightly to the left as if imagining a story.
1. In the birth, Prashna or Muhurata horoscope, the Moon placed in the various houses with respect to the ascendant or the sign arising in the East- makes various steps or padas which are also known as Payas.
2. Moon in the first, sixth or the eleventh makes: golden step. It’s severe and normal. Uranus. Gold: AU: 121:4.
3. Moon in the second, fifth or the ninth houses is silver step. It’s ruled by the Saturn- excellent among steps. Silver:AG:17:8.
4. Moon in the third, seventh or the tenth house is copper step: it’s good. Copper: CU: 321: 6. Venus.
5. Moon in the fourth, eighth or the twelfth houses is iron Paya: Iron: fe:65: 11:2. Moon.
Delight!
6. In my Science viva voce for the high school examination, I was asked the formulae of Gold and Silver and I replied instantaneously as my class teacher told the examiner who was sent by the high school board of education that I was the most brilliant student of my class. We were two students for the viva and the other one got the first rank in the finale. I got the fifth rank in class while I was expecting, like my friends, teachers and relatives the first rank in my state. I could never comprehend my failure but I had to digest it and move ahead. My tensile strength wasn’t much in those days. Resilience was tending to zero until I started learning the integral Calculus in the higher secondary.
7. My friend who appeared in the viva with me had his house very near to school. His mother asked me to comb my hair when I was waiting for him to join me on my way to school. I politely refused telling them that I wanted to leave an impression of a nerd who had no time to comb hair. Which was hypocrisy because I was too well prepared in advance for all examinations. In fact, my speed of working out remained superb even an year after the high school and yet the God of mysterious things punished me for not having put enough work in previous years and getting good ranks only based on calligraphy. Karma Cagey.
8. As I told before: in the farewell juniors gave me a tag of “study is diamond, nature is gold,” and I was so full of myself, I never recalled what were the tags given to other students. The gold did match with my step as Moon was in the guest house of horoscope but the diamond is meaningless. Why did public opinion matters so much to those who are actually not more than public servants at best and public enemies at worst?
9. I used to run after the prayer in the school to home. I used to measure the time taken to reach home. I was a storm some days and kids watching me used to mock. I was merely experimental and collecting data. It wasn’t out of spite or desire to look down upon those who were in the game mode enjoying their lives. By the end of the standard eighth board examinations the recognition entered my head and I became an earnest student who experimented with whatever he got from books like those of Benjamin Franklin and Shriram Sharma: i.e. statesmen and scientists.
10. It continued in college and it wasn’t sudden. I tried people around me for enough long. And they were human beings. Not angels or demons. I wanted to dance with gods and learn from demons the tricks of the trade and tradecraft and I paid heavily by hurting my knees by walking on a treadmill for three days in a row for more than an hour everyday at a high speed while tendons were crying. I was under the influence of Bhaang and I didn’t listen to the body which needed rest. I learnt things hard ways by being a seeker of excess and risk in words of Barbara Pijjan Lama, the Jyotish.
Moderation is difficult. I ran and fell or veered away. Slow and steady all won the race. My high school friends earned doctorates and post doctorates. My colleagues are rich and perhaps famous I have not been in touch. I am a humble man as you can see. Therefore: as I advised my cousins {who once named me their role model, which was a decade ago when I was a black horse,} to follow celebrities like Da Vinci, Shakyamuni, Donald Bradman and Gandhi if you want to reach the very top. Or Ramalinga, Kabir, Nanak or Meera if you want to attain perfect immortality. It’s Koorma Jayanti as per Hindu puranas. Kurma is a mythical giant turtle incarnation of the dancing light of grace who holds the entire cosmos on its back carapace.
1. A dog heard the grandmother calling me inside to have another meal. I had a tea at aunt’s place where I walked a few steps with my cousin who is an author and a programmer.
2. Programmers as well as authors do the same thing: they write codes using information available to them in some language. I used to wonder about my past team lead”s attention to details. He was a Libra Moon and Ascendant and he had infinite patience to navigate through the XML style sheet language documents. He used to catch bugs in codes quite easily because he had good experience with maintenance and support team. I joined as a developer for my first project and later I was required in a maintenance and support team where instead of attending webinars I was busy learning new things online. Learning needs patient application of knowledge base and creative branching out with returning harmonics. In simpler words: you need to keep some type of record for whatever you learn. Teaching a subject or learning it by writing a book about it is truly absorbing and it results in perfect condition where you master a certain skills set which doesn’t require reference to the tome or the pupils.
3. It was Narasimha Jayanti: the birth of the manticore incarnation of lord Vishnu who saved his devotee Prahlad by killing his demonic father Hiranyakashya. Since Holika dahan, which was on Falguni Purnima, it was after 55 days this event is recognised. Which means victory of Truth over falsehood.
Vaishakh Purnima: Buddha’s Appearance!
4. It’s the Purnima or the full Moon of Vaishakh: the day of appearance of Shakyamuni Buddha some 2600 years ago. Couple of years ago I was walking in stadium experimental about the diurnal variations in my height. Now I have been following the news and stadium is not open yet.
5. Crickets are chirping and mosquitoes are singing in chorus with coolers and fans.
6. There was dust storm as I was enjoying cricket with neighborhood kids. Then I enjoyed talking about prospect of working on a programming project. I wanted to play vocabulary quizzes but preferred socializing over it.
Dancing light of grace 