1. A crow is cawing. A squirrel is running. There is a layer of clouds in the sky. A dragonfly flies.
2. I took some waterballs and a tea. A woman joined in saying that onion is cheap these days. The waterballs guy was busy playing ludo online albeit his companion kept making noise until the woman joined.
3. Seeing an autowallah(the term was used frequently by Shobha De) I recalled how in morning hours I saw an autodriver going on backgear for more than 100 metres. It did seem strange because there was no apparent reason for the same.
5. I enjoyed talking about the volcanoes but my student who has recently changed his routine to early morning hours practice of playing Cricket has been sleepy since last two days. I told him the difference between the pravrutti and nivratti.
1. I had a tea. I can hear horns from vehicles passing by. Though I need a chador in night it’s slightly hot in noon these days. Bearable. A guy from a nearby town came to our hospital.
2. I can only have a quickie as there will be students soon. One of these skipped class today, other skipped it yesterday and another skipped it the day before : the change in seasons affects immunity of people. I need to finish my homework before the students arrive.
3. Crows are cawing. I saw a stone on my way out. It commemorates the 1972 surrender of Chambal dacoits. I read the word “baagi” for dacoit. It’s a word which means ‘rebel.’ It also sounds like one used by the mystic poet Kabir; for callers for prayers. Baagi might also sound like gardners or garden visitors as gardens are called “baag” in Hindustani. It was written by the British censor.
4. I took the picture of a bull who was calmly grazing as vehicles were passing. There have been couple of transfers and they were making an inlandempire of it. Sum of epiphany. Mosquitoes still bite you. People still spit gutka. You need to work hard for a day’s food. I had a chance to work with Madhuri Dixit.
5. What the heavens are you talking about? Maybe it’s because I am a writer.
6. I never understood why would people keep pets and boast about it. In most of the cases: it informs me that they are pathetic and lonely. They have hoarded money but lost lives to gluttony. Even more degrading are those who boast of having kept humans as pets. They are wretched. Just because you have a piece of land and paper and you have been here for two minutes longer than me: you pretend as if you own the nature. Which you do if you don’t need to pretend but not now because you have not tasted the spirit. And only from that time you are able to understand the wonderful things that nature has to offer.
6. Further details about the car accident: it happened yesterday about seven and the driver was drunk though it was only partially his mistake.
Weather is most pleasant this morning: neptunian, foggy and dreamlike. A baby owl was sitting here on a branch of neem tree where I found a piece of chair to scribble my ideas. Birds are festive and wind is blowing fast. It took me less time than usual to cover the distance today. It was also more quiet than usual today. A shop where welding work is done was open too early. Octogenarians were conversing sitting on the wall of the Shiva temple. A few joggers. The first tea was alright but the second was cold. I ran for a little while after coming to the city to cover the distance.
2. Something strange woke me up this morning. Something was moving near my left arm. It startled me and i woke up jerking the chadar to throw it off. I saw a rat which made a sound as it went away. It was a mole rat. A chhachoondar. I had to look up for the English word. I read a bit and now i realize that it might have come for the want of the heat as it is an ectotherm. Only mamallian thermoconformer. It was an indication that the temperature dropped this morning. Wind is indeed slightly cold compared to yesterday. It is a good thing that we have the chhach in the house.
Ten marks for spotting the baby owl in the picture!
3. I enjoyed the chai. The mild drizzling shower was refreshing adventure. There was no structure to it. The walawal means it has water and the walawalap means it is full of water.
4. A roadroller is parked here and I am planning on writing a verse. It is a rough draft and I have to think about it more. Edit: it was a roadroller not a rollercoaster.
Verse: rhoeo oeillade oeuvre revuue thermoconformist mist istar tartar arra It is not in the best condition. Sclerenchyma parenchymal malamal marmalade ladle soup coup the treat eat your fill walk a way! There are many other places to go to. Blastoma plastocyte phytoplankton tonnage age old gemmatria trialsome sommelier The sun is setting so I need to go.
1. The parrots were feeding on the same ground where I had uprooted carrot grass as my first field exercise two years ago. It drizzled as I was walking and then as I was taking the class. I had a tea and water balls.
2. The black moth is flying. I sometimes think: when I am most experienced, I am poorest. The first one was by birth, second by choice and the third one was because of being prey to optimism. You can’t keep both–the lifestyle of your choice as well as the capacity to buy unless you are an accomplished alchemist.
3. Radha Ashtami. Anuradha constellation transit of Moon. Seven years ago when prasadam was given to me in the temple where I had reached after running away from house(‘house is not the home’ is the name of the chapter which was read today)–i was told that it was birthday of the divine potency which is the governer of bliss. It is considered that nobody enters the divine abode Vrindavan without her permission. I considered it a synchronization as I had no idea about it before I made my mind up for escaping duties, job and marriage. I had to exit from Vrindavan because of the same divine will which had taken me there.
4. The difference between words. I was thinking about the possibility of watching a movie but it seems I have no time. The drilling machine overhead did seem boring and musical at times but I have to manage with the night hounds which come unannounced. Is this what sanity feels like? Crickets are chirping and vehicles are passing by. I hear the flute orchestra. The author who wrote Jaina Darshana–Ratanlal Jain -didn’t impress me least bit. The forgetfulness is a flurry of ideas for sure and each identity takes some energy but the sense of it all being dependent on ‘existence’ never goes away. Between an adept who has gained mastery over death and one who is seeking: countless number of hours of work is put from the seeker’s viewpoint, who is in the temporal realm shaping a world of his own, one among infinite number of possibilities whereas the adept is beyond time, only immersed in itself timelessly and formlessly. Formulae might be useful but knowledge as a whole is synonymous with reality, with perfection and can’t be contained. I recall her eyes in the last class when I let her go and I knew it right from the first moment I saw her, but the eyes that constantly watch me never let me go.
Dancing light of grace 