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2. Trolls make my day. Rhey are welcome and when I am not able to handle; would let them know.
1. Rahul Rabbit was the name given to Rahul Dravid the cricketer who lived in Indira Nagar, Bangalore. The naming was done by Subba the son of Ishvara Singh the policeman who was living as a tenant in this house some 21 years ago. Yesterday it was 20 now 21, you know that deal and the drill don’t you.
0. We were chatting about Dravid, Tendulkar and Ganguli recently*** Greg Chappal Episode and the next day there was an article head of which read–“if players use these 2-3 years well they can further their careers.”
Well-known coach of under 19 Rahul Dravid said so. And my parents said so. And my teachers in highschool and my colleagues and everyone around me.
1. I am facing the music. It mostly has sirocco zephyr and chirping chirality typhoons spoons.
2. The screen has a few more cracks. As usual my dead furthers his procrastination on new smartphone and mummy is a slave.
3. I had lost my wallet by 9 o clock yesterday night. Logos. I gained it by 9 o clock this morning. It had 1115₹. You might assume that I am rich. Truth is: 222 ₹ per day is the cutoff for below poverty line income in India. I have no job or source of income. This money is from tuition fee in 2018. I don’t have requisite documents to receive government help for Below Poverty Line people. I can’t afford to buy petrol for my bike or coffee pouches for long. I need tuitions to further my career.
4. I wouldn’t have dared to report loss of my wallet if I hadn’t regained it. In that case: my carelessness and failure in rediscovering it would have been an agony in print. I went at around 11 in night to search it using the smartphone torch and I couldn’t.
Now: it’s a report about my good fortune and solace of quanta.
5. Body is sweating profusely and am getting addicted to two rupees pouches of Nescafe instant coffee. The brand doesn’t need likes of me for endorsing it . It’s a conditioning. Bike and coffee go hand-in-hand. And you tend to gain weight faster than you think. As I am sweating : weight is melting flab in lab labile smile . Miles to go before frost bucket list Milo sorghum beghum hummingbird iridescent descent scent of cenotaphs.
6. Writing heavily depends on weather, place and overheard conversations. I am consistently inconsistent these days.
7. Take for example: the reading of the constitution of India. Procrastination. Pramadi is the name of Vikrama Samvatsara. I might return to read the page four only when Nautanki is over.
8. Excessive fasting is evil. Penance is evil unless you know how to immediately switch over to positive from the negative. Blind imitation is evil. And what is evil? A rhetorical device.
9. We had many tenants. My father knew how to use every nook and corner for business. For the want of concentration I kept fighting. I went to my aunt’s place to study during a marriage ceremony. If I had the talent I would have stopped all marriages like this with a snap of fingers and expelled the tenants out but then what about our studies? Oh since both my parents did grade three clerical jobs like evaluation of answer notebooks and dancing before education or administrative officers, everything except teaching kids: it would have sufficed. My father might have had difficult time drinking and whoring out. My mother always had enough money to show off gold and jewelry in shoddy marriages and all her energy was devoted to her mother’s house and relationship with her brothers and sisters. My father being ambitious reluctantly followed the suit. He kept abusing his in-laws and yet all he wanted was their respect because they were mostly class two government servants.
10. Wednesday is 100. Mercury is Thoth the Alchemist. The white wing and Heather divine feather.
11. One of the tenants was named Ishvara Singh. He worked in the police department. His younger son who has visited us couple of times in last few months was a funny and energetic chap in his childhood.
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My sibling had developed a formula to cope with my whimsical father’s wrath as he arrived. Being a Virgo Sun my father had a critical eye on household while he himself did little more than beating my mother after getting drunk. I used to see if buckets were filled as he needed to use water to wash himself up after having whored himself out to feudal lords of the region. He was suspicious of my mother’s character and I don’t know when exactly it happened but many demons were using his body as he used to talk about divorcing her very often. Buy it didn’t happen.
My brother used to recite whole chapter of civics as soon as he heard father’s scooter reaching while I used to work. The youngest sibling used to go out for emptying his bowels whenever there was a critical emergency and it was never understood why dead couldn’t recognise my siblings’ repeated recital of only one chapter. He had memorized it so well that he didn’t need notebook. No matter which game we were playing or where we were he started chanting as soon as he heard the scooter sound and lighting and behold he was immediately out of the danger. A protective charm he had developed. He also might have shield for us. He also played a key role in persuading my father to give up on alcohol. But strange: he continued using marijuana, tobacco and smoking and they all attacked me together when I was found using a little of marijuana.
12. Shubham or Shivam was the name. This son of the aforementioned tenant was akin to my brother a smart chap. His mother was illiterate. Whenever she got irritated with him and his siblings and ran after him with a cone or stick or broom, to beat him up, he used to run towards the roof on the stairs. They were 16. They are still 16, after 20 years. On step number 4 or 5 – with any book he could get his hands upon to support his act; he used to yell with his lungs full–
” My parents are great,
They don’t mock anyone,
They jump on the train as soon as they see it,
And they don’t quarrel.”
Holy mother of Vows@@@@
It was to make me dumbfounded, astounding dingo goading grounded without luggage. That guy was a raw genius!@@#$-&+*-
What in the names of heavens was he chanting~ And why did it work~
13. Usha Utthu sang a song Didi…Didi. And I used it to pull the leg of his younger sister named did. Oxymoron. Onion oncology gyrations.
14. The only Delhi girl whom I half-heartedly proposed for I knew it wasn’t going to happen and she was semi sincere didn’t take any of my calls until I called her a record 34 times. To say- don’t be so serious. I was kidding . I have done that with two other boys. I might have married you if you had a house in Delhi plus John Abraham body plus a dead who was a magistrate as well as dead plus adventurous spirit to drive 6 hours overnight to just meet me plus discotheque voolibah minus Jalaluddin Rumi plus limousine plus ability to handle my poor spirit etcetera. She knew — I was using her for improving my scribbling practice.
Anyways- one of the colleagues lost his father. We went to see him off to the Chennai International Airport. Early morning– I saw Usha Utthu with her friend. And Didi didi badi khusi hoi… This guy used to call those girls 56 times. It was then when they told it to me– I realized how big vast the world and how desperate I might have seemed in my pursuit of obsessive compulsive scribbling spamming and flooding in the name of holy Dr. Win Wenger Phd.
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Birds are singing their sweet morning song. Their bunches flying towards the South. Some dogs in the vicinity bark intermittently. The sky has been painted in chiaroscuro in the East as Sun is about to arise. Batlings fly flies also fly. I grappled with leftovers of yesterday night before gearing myself up for the morning coffee. I have been an evening person since forever. Mom and company don’t sleep before midnight and there is no guarantee of uninterrupted sleep even after that. Dead’s night duty meant he would ring a bell early morning at four. I was dreaming about someone’s demise. I slept about four hours which is enough. I don’t sleep during the day. I am listening to Gayatri Mantra in the soothing voice of Anuradha Paudwal and ozone of early morning hours does improve the quality of this day.
The camera is strange. While my eyes record an impression of a waning Moon of Dwadashi, crescent arc hanging out of haze in the East, Ayushmaan– the camera records a circular dot. A dot, ideally shouldn’t have any depth like a line.
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7. 17. Out of those four: one who serves me with steadfast devotion with the nondual realisation of being one with me without a wavering mind with love with my essential knowledge : such knower of reality is dearest to me.
The verse ascertains superiority of right knowledge. The chapter is known as gyanavigyanayoga meaning the yoga of science and knowledge.
I was reading Deva Dutt Patnaik: his article today clarifying the difference between Shridevi and Bhoodevi.
The iron Paya versus gold Paya.
The grain versus gold.
The system of feudal lords versus the system of merchandise.
Slavery belonged to system of feudal lords. East India Company.
Abraham Lincoln, Mahatma Gandhi, Thomas Jefferson and Benjamin Franklin along with George Washington worked for the same cause: equality and justice: Shridevi.
Indian constitution heavily borrowed from British and American. I am still reading it. Ambedkar converted to Buddhism and he was also the head of the committee which made the constitution. Is it fair to say that he favoured Shridevi like Gandhi?
The war between East India Company and USA. The feudal versus mercantile system becomes highlight of the current economic crisis. No fresh air and plenty of loans. In the foundation remains the land owner and 1% own entire land. Look at the rebellious Edward Snowden and Wikileaks founder : groundmail delivery address counts. Counts still count. Slavery still exists. It only keeps changing forms. I am telling you from my first hand experience of having worked for a multinational company where all I had after three years of slavery wasn’t enough to feed me for next few months and since I had no foothold in the feudal system either I was looked down upon by both worlds.
Credit cards and EMI. I bought my laptop and bike by using them. I enjoyed laptop for about 8 years. It had cost 47000 rupees and now it’s defunct. The bike cost me 72000 rupees and it’s still available for use. Until I had paid off my debts I was perpetually in stress. I was receiving a meagre 21000 when I joined and 27000 per month when I retired. It wasn’t enough to live comfortably in Bangalore. And my father wanted me to save money and send it to them to pay back the loan on my education.
Since I didn’t give him anything substantial except the 65000 left in my account and the 23000 in my security deposit from my flat : they still consider me to be in debt.
The 300000 on my bachelor’s degree plus 88000 for JEE preparation meant about 400000₹ and it was never paid back by me.
And yet: I never snatched a single rupee out of his pocket. I never asked for JEE or Bachelor’s degree. Whatever my savings were: they used without my permission. They used my bike with my permission.
I am not in any debt today.
And yet: the war is about debts. Imaginary land owners. Imaginary goods. Imaginary parents. Real desires?
Shriman Narayana Narayana Hari Hari!
The southern India would not accept Hindi or English. No one language or one currency. Mission accomplished by language of Love and light.
Dancing light of grace 