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Moth murmurous Omni bus Incubus

It is always the birds. Sweet Birds. They have been singing for some time now. Crow faintly murmurs. My student is sitting with his notebook now slightly tired because of the exercise given to him. He was telling me about the Khajuraho group of monuments. It is UNESCO recognised World Heritage site since 1986. It has been a source of revenue as well as n International Airport full stop it has been a source of employment for this region. When I say for this region it means for the people of this region.

I was speculating about the bird which is singing. I asked him if it was a Nightingale. Some other Birds can also be heard nearby. A moth flew by me. Horns of vehicles passing from the nearby bypass road can be heard. The hazy Sky looks beautiful but the breeze is is not providing any respite from humid air surrounding us.

Most of my students at present are difficult to teach not because the subject matter is difficult or that I cannot elucidate subject matter but rather because they are not available most of the time. For example this one who works here is busy most of the time with miscellaneous duties which keep changing on day to day basis. It is not necessary to say that covid-19 did not allow me to work for my coffee and bike. Needless to say my students cannot attend classes for 3 days at a stretch. I consider myself fortunate to have these students because some job is better than no job. I have some money to take care of my basic necessities because of these teaching jobs.

I just hear a harsh cry from the throat of my pupil who made it to protect the mango on the branch of this tree under which we have settled for studying. This Google Transcription Services of an annoying it takes too much of my time to edit and correct what I speak.

It is a harsh truth for those things which we get take for granted like ripe mangoes and wheat and other vegetables to eat we never stop to appreciate the effort and time which has been given to take care of those things by farmers and labourers. It does not mean that w e do not deserve to enjoy our fruits and vegetables and curries because we also worked hard to earn the money which let’s us enjoy those things still I feel if you are close to the farmer and labourers you will never stop to appreciate the hard work which they put in to make your life comfortable. With this I want to stop today morning talk and I want to proceed for further discussion with my student thank you for reading.

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The fragrance of RAW mangoes!

Morning

This is me reporting. It is 8:24 a.m. it was very humid last night. I was woken up about three o’clock in the morning by the heat. And I found myself in a puddle of sweat. I meditated and then took bath.

I heard the morning news and had the coffee as usual. Here in the premises of Gandhi Smarak Bhavan near Ashok tree I got an opportunity to meet an old acquaintance and a wonderful interlocutor. And I asked him about the emergency which was imposed during the rule of ex Prime Minister Indira Gandhi. I can hear a few Birds chirping. As you might have observed so far my attention is drawn mostly by the twittering of the birds. Dancing light of grace and the humid air along with some people who are interacting with each other: I was not able to discuss much with my student today because he was busy plucking mangoes from a tree. They are talking about leaving legacies.

I wanted to ask a question regarding non violence. As I weed out some plants like carrot grass on a regular basis I ask myself if it is not killing the plant. It is indeed violent. Even the weeds like microorganisms want to live. How could then the farmers be nonviolent ? They cannot be.

This essentially drops down to the existence and survival in the the jungle on a day-to-day basis which is divided into tasks is actually a struggle constantly. The life forms are dependent on each other. When I heard about the non violence I interpreted it to mean the complete abstinence from killing of an organism. When I read ideas of Gandhi I realised he was not opposed to killing of stray dogs and monkeys. Jainism which is known for the monks practicing most strict non violence also admits that some form of violence is inherent in all living.

At one point I considered non violence to be pure witness. You exist merely as witness consciousness of gnosis and bliss. You do not want to change anything at all . Now I don’t have hard and fast opinions on anything. I feel the way I live on day to day basis is also not the part of my belief system. It is guided by the natural Intelligence and super consciousness.

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Birthdays

Some birds are chirping. Some vehicles are passing by. Some human beings around me. And I am still figuring out some things..

It was the birthday of one of the ex colleagues. During the induction program he was my Chris child. He was from Bengal. I went to a restaurant with him and tasted some Bengali dishes. Needless to say they were vegetarian dishes. I had gifted him a teddy bear when we were celebrating. Then as we went on a trip to Mahabalipuram I realised that he was into smoking and that kind of shocked the Chris father in me. He had lost his father at a young age. He was technically good. There was another friend who owned managed an online forum. And the friend contributed into my mental makeup for a few years when I was in the college. I met some friends on that forum and I still have memories of our conversations. It’s her birthday as well.

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The noon!

It’s is me reporting. A dog has been barking for some mysterious reason. Some birds can be heard in the fields. A squirrel has passed by. The sky is hazy. Although the Sun has been covered by the clouds the humidity has made it unbearable to function

A black bird which is also known as crow calls out in a harsh voice. A man came walking towards us to buy some raw mangoes. Young dog named Kaalu also visited us. You can see a bullock cart from here. This transcription like the one before is also for my communication skills class. My student is working in capacity of being a mango seller. The noon looks quiet. Mongoose entered inside the library, came out, and then again entered inside the library and then again came out and then again entered inside library and again came out and then finally went south.

A mild breeze is blowing now and it it is soothing for our skins drenched in the Sweat. Ambulance sirens can be heard and also horns of some of the vehicles passing from the nearby road. I have been speaking for about 15 minutes and now it is the time to start discussion with my student on whatever has been spoken so far.

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The hammer and head!

1.In today’s Bhaskar editorial, Gurucharan Das, a senior columnist talks about the lessons from the covid-19.

2. The very fast line uses an oxymoron. It seems he was not joking.

3. The hammer of the government should fall softly on the head of the common people. “

4. The way he has put it in Hindi is not appropriate in my humble opinion. Maybe he was actually telling you to understand that it cannot be otherwise. It is akin to that saying which uses tools of knife and fruit of kharbooza. Whether the knife falls on the fruit Or the fruit falls on the knife the result remains the same.

5. The hammer is the order. It can’t be in a soft voice. This is the first lesson.

Image Courtesy…Gandhi Smarak Nidhi.

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The Date 🌲 Tree

This is me reporting. It is 8:31 a.m. inside the premises of Gandhi Smarak Bhawan. I just observed a hummingbird on the branch of a mango tree. I can hear the birds chirping nearby. Their twittering is soothing in what is otherwise a hot humid and harrassing climate. It has been suffocating in thelast few days. My pupil and friend tells me he had hard time sleeping last night. I asked him to speak without interruptions for a while he spoke about our surroundings for 12 minutes. Now some cows are approaching us I can also hear the sound of an airplane passing.

I am also supposed to speak for about 12 minutes and 5 minutes have already passed. I can see the Good Shepherd trying to sweep dry mango leaves with his bamboo stick. I salute him and ask his name is Ram Lakhan. He shouts calling the name of the cow. The name is Laali which means a Maroon or dark red hue which is similar to the colour of lipstick worn by women normally.

You might think that I wanted to speak about other things. I wanted to give feedback on what my students spoke about. And the introduction has already taken seven minutes. My student says that you speak too much and don’t let me speak. I told you already all of us are fond of our own voices. We all love to hear our own voices. And the truth is all voices are our own voices. But the ego says that the identity which is being exposed by it right now must be used to generate unique voice.

I am supposed to speak with a low pitch and Tempo as my student requested it in order to help him understand clearly what I speak. The key note of his entire talk was the date tree which I suggested him as the subject on which he should have spoken. I initiated the conversation with the most popular was spoken by mistake poet Kabir:

What is the use of being so tall if you cannot provide fruits or shade.

He told me that the fruits of this tree are used for making brown sugar in the state of Bengal. It has stems and leaves but no branches. It has a root which is white and juicy. It is rich in fibre and known as Gaava. Its Thorns are poisonous. It is a very useful tree for Handlooms and making brooms.

I might not have been able to cover that entire talk on this tree. But it is true that Mystic poet Kabir was not actually talking about the tree. As the discussion with my student revealed this tree is actually a very useful tree. The poet was insinuating the people with grand egos who have great achievements but cannot be useful to our society at large. I have taken 17 minutes instead of 12. I stop my talk here and proceed for the discussion with my student.