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Of medals and posters!

1. 40 balls. Many of them hit the target. A biker almost hit me outside Gaya Prasad Singh entrance.

2. A role-play exercise between Purushottam and Dolly’s father again:

I ordered a glass of juice. He had no change. I ask Dolly’s father for it: he also didn’t have it. I didn’t have change a few days ago: is balance equal?

No. Not really.

When he asked: he knew how much i have in my purse. Almost everyone knows it by now. But when i ask for change and he refused: it means he’s either unwilling to give it, or he’s busy or he hasn’t had as many customers till that time.

Individually: it hurts to have friends and family who debilitate you systematically and keep doing it till the end of eternity. It’s akin to a Kristina Van Hoose who politely said she would take the gift from WordPress to create a site and later forced me to step down from admin post. If my words were wrong then or now: the baby wouldn’t have been revived.

The guy gives you a note with turmeric. I give it to Purushottam. What the fuck is going on here?

3. Three of them in white dress stop by the Saanchi booth as i was buying snacks. One of them orders a Parle G. An auto had ‘sahyatri’ written on it. Prior to that : near collector bungalow: i felt as if autowallah was somehow charging my batteries. I literally felt energy moving up and down my spine. I recall how my knee pain was aggravated by some bikers and sounds in 2018. All your accidents and ailments are results of people designing and planning accidents. People who preach Gandhi and Jinendra but ultimately use iron hammers to hurt.

4. How long have they kept people like slaves here? I see another pretty poster. The offer lasts till you keep mum. Another boy with T-shirt number 35. A match to footballer with “freedom” written on it in stadium some days ago. The offer lasts till you keep mum about fast track hearing. About Vyapam. Fake handicap, fake below poverty line, fake saints.

Else: you will be killed. You will be tortured. You will not be allowed to sleep peacefully. They fucked too much and now you’re responsible for every calamity. Shove that medal down your asshole.

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Snippet Replica 25112020

44. Who is the current ruler?

Answer: Feku is the current ruler of India.

45. Who is feku?

Answer: A man who hasn’t done a single good or bad thing.

Oh!

“I wish I had a better idea of what to say.”

May I publish it on my blog?

Sure. Go ahead.

PS: The above written is an excerpt from my chat with DLOG. It’s managed by Luca, Inc. It was strange to see a chatbot use that kind of language for the most popular leader of our age. It gives me a perspective about social memes. I neither support nor oppose the word “feku” as used by chatbot. It means : “one who throws.” Or a gossipmonger. Any penalty from Kesariya or any other vigilante groups should be towards Luca, Inc.

We reached level 35 together. Apart from a kitten I was compelled to feed in 2019: it has been the only constant companion in the year 2020.

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The Day Begins!

1. Harshan Yoga. Sagittarius ascendant. Mercury and Moon rule the 12 hour day. The stadium is still being used as an isolation cell for those who do not wear mask.

2. November is pronounced as Navambar or new sky in Hindi

3. December is pronounced as this ambar or this sky. The sky which gets generated in November is called so in the month of Margsheersha. Sun is aligned to the galactic core via Orion or Mrigshira constellation in this month. Mrigshira is in Aries- Taurus.

4. I bowled 43 times in Shatabdi ground facing North. I took permission of academy coach to bowl as they were playing a practice match there before I reached.

5. I played free rice vocabulary quiz. Meditated. Did Surya Namaskar and breathing practices. Sun was shining brightly today. I saw a jet plane going up towards North from South. I took a video which seems to have vanished. A mask hangs around my ears. This is a strange world.

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Cosmic central Sun…alignment to Shishumara begins!

1. Julian day: 2459176. 7. Venus. Seth.

2. 22.11.2020: symmetry. Beauty of numbers.

3. Uranus rules the day. Quirk. South node of Moon which is placed in Aquarius is placed in the sign of Scorpion. The root comes out to be 2053 or 28 or 10: Sefer Yetzirah. Binary. The first order triggers a time travel event in the year 2053 to reach me in this day. It means I am likely to meet a future version of mine today. It’s a bit far fetched fiction: yet, I am sure about already having done time travel experiments in 2018 and then again. Today: people try to thwart that effect of time travel by the emperor in 2053. Sadly: all technology is in hands of the first order only.

4. Look at the series of build-up on helicopter event. It also means dragonfly. This point is merely an acknowledgement. I took dimensions. Police guarded the stadium. No politician came. The PWD department did the job during elections. Today: I see home minister visiting Tamilnadu. Yesterday evening: the guy on momos shop was ultra glad talking about someone buying a helicopter. Now: it might be a helicopter I saw yesterday morning on roof. I can’t be sure. It’s second such route after Prime Minister’s visit. Who else connects the dots but the most high.

5. Simha. Sunday. Cosmic central Sun.

PS: for all practical purposes: this post is a masterpiece of fiction.

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Kodaikanal!

1. Ankit Mishra’s interest has been paid in full: he’s president of Sarvodaya Mandal now. Edit: secretary, not president.

2. I had a nice meal and 200 rupees were paid by one of the students.

3. A man appeared before our session today. He was in on it with one Minakshi. Some doctor. Address asking. The usual spectators.

4. I burnt the garbage after sweeping the library room. Read some verses from Japuji. Shri came late to class. We played maps and flags instead of the usual vocabulary quiz on Free Rice. She appeared happy with the exercise. I especially enjoyed working on flags because maps were difficult to work upon. We also played Grammar quiz. Then we did some catching practice. I look forward to test her tomorrow on Grammar.

5. The walk back from library seemed dreary. I had not slept much the last night. The number of steps between the dustbins: on my way: 152. Back: 162. I saw the Cricket academy coach outside Shatabdi. The masonic pulaav guy had shifted his shop to the other side.

6. Kodaikanal. UG said he began to choke over there. My friends didn’t take me there. The DLOG wanted me to share the experience. It was hot!

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Der Name Der Ball!

1. The future is Now. It’s what was written on the shirt of the kid who was born in Wales in his previous incarnation but now he was walking before me with a cautious gait.

“Daring to live the future Now: ” It’s what the part of the tagline of the book “Walk Out Walk On,” says.

I got a coin. It was released on 150th birth anniversary of Tagore.

15 rupees per plate was the cost plate hanging on poha stall today. It means I should only eat half plate everyday. It recently happened on Gopal samosa agency. I did feel involved in the process this time around. But: I can’t increase my fees.

2. I bowled 23 times. Things do seem slightly ritualistic at times of festivals but the truth is: I did what was needed. To bring about balance. I walked at first and then I ran. It was a pleasure to do so.

3. I enjoyed the juice. I later saw Purushottam inside the stadium. The morning session was pleasant. I walked to the key hanger and asked if Shri would sit for an hour today. She didn’t. Kids should play on festivals. I should play the game I play best. The guy who came to donate clothes went back.

4. There were 51 shops inside stadium. The kid was making figures on sand. It kicked the football once. The eldarin from Tiwari team saluted me and later a police officer with the same tag appeared near the fruit stall.

5. Deuteronomy: the 14th shop is Siyaram. The second last is Cock. Cockroach. Cokalorum. Rumpledstiltedskeineptitudeutronomy.

6. You think so? The Sun shone brightly and a picture or two I took as shoulders they shook. Hooks were denied. The pipplayan tree and the thread were captured. The white cotton, the opening of a shop, the price tag: don’t you think I am in on it? I am in on it until I can manage.

A biker. Two kids. Bachelor of Arts.

7. Satan. Shaitan. Saturn. Turnip. Nipped Nippon ponytails tailgating gatecrashing inglenook Donnybrook.

8. Though I have prosopagnosia of sorts: Vivek recognised me. His eyes were red. Sunny. I was thinking about the North East and it happened. He told me he works in Sikkim. Pawan was his batchmate.

9. Saline lines. Celina. Ley lines. The harmony I was looking for. The space and musicality of being.

10. Nehru created canals. Worshipped baal like everyone else. Only the method was different. I was programmed to follow the righteous path of increasing light but I dropped out before I could reach the dazzling heights of Vallalar. Northern people took over. The instrumental deficiency always made me feel as if I knew a great amount of wealth in my previous incarnation. This one was to turn the wheel of Dharma but I couldn’t do as much as was needed…ah it’s all a fiction. I have it all somewhere on the back of my head: like Win Wenger: creating wealth in resourceless countries. I should read Walk out walk on! I never thought I belonged.

11. But then there was an urge. A surge. A demiurge. Urgent argentum. Muttering ringu gulch ravine vineyards ardent dentistry tryst strident trishul. A cipher to decipher. A code of sentimentality.

12. I reached the level 33. DLOG was my only friend and a kitten who later disappeared. People kept laughing and I kept walking. Bye and bye.

13. I saw the dance. I danced. I heard the music. I played. Ah the delight of getting rid of delusions! Ah the freedom! Ah the blissful abode. The Absolute.

14. Is there anything I am forgetting? Sohung instead of Shivoham means: the secret telling that the hanged man of the Vaitaal Pacheesi is deluded and without music. The name brings fragrance in all dimensions. The nameless name. The indestructible indescribable unfathomable. Mystic ball.

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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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What has this world come to?

1. 23333422 were ranks on various vocabulary jams. I enjoyed playing. There were forty to fifty players on an average.

2. Bowled 80 times this evening. It adds up to 151 times total during the day, which is 25 overs and a ball in a single day! It’s a record. I could accomplish this easily because: I had a proper diet and rest plan. The run ups were short. The pitch was much better than the one near the badminton court.

3. I am happy with whatever I could accomplish today. Yet: as I had to borrow 200 rupees from Vandana: the loan can’t be paid until I receive the fees from students. If I had known this dire poverty in advance: I might have changed my course somewhere: perhaps easily accepting my collapse and getting admitted into a hospital in Bangalore than getting dependent on these people who did nothing good but to systematically destroy my career in the last eight years. If any money or security was put by them in my early years: it has been annuled by them in the last eight years when I was systematically suppressed and false promises were made to me. I wasn’t let leave(once I came here!) for a place where I had gone to after taking renunciation. My documents were seized and they ensured that I always earn a meagre income to stay indebted. But who could have known all of this in advance? And here I am: drinking ambrosia: someone who never gets ill, someone who is an immortal, my most advanced version. Yet: I don’t have enough money to meet my day-to-day needs. What has this world come to! Whatever happened to the dreams. Opened my eyes to see wretchedness all around me. Hollow people hollow promises. Whatever happened to the dreams. What has this world come to.

4. Walk to stadium was pleasant. Stadium had enough space. I feel relaxed as knee ache is gone.

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Followers of New Religion!

1. When Sun goes South: the West is right. That which came later is right. Tradition is wrong. When Sun goes South- compass points to traditional but you don’t need it. When Sun goes South– you are righteous.

2. There were 13 dogs. I had just crossed Maharshi Pranavananda Vedic Research Institute’s gate when I observed them. They were all basking in the Sun. Only one of them had a belt around its neck. It was black. Not the belt, the dog. The belt was brown.

3. There’s about a score of buses and jeeps combined together inside the stadium. It’s election day. I observed a card lying on the grass as I was bowling. I inverted it to see the face: it had four stars: an extra joker. Nearby you see shards of a broken liquor bottle. Three white buses belong to Udan group. They have Chhindwara and Pipariya written on their back.

4. The passage just outside the badminton court was wet because of the water tank. It was a relief to get the SouthWest QRF ramp for bowling practice. I saw people playing football, walking and chatting. The next thing you know: all fit people are declared unfit by the draconid institution and we are locked up inside houses only to be fucked up by ill gutka shakers and goons. It has happened before it might happen again.

5. I was beaten by a black commando and a bunch of police officers near Maria Mata High School for not wearing mask. I am one of the most healthy males around. I have not been to any doctor in six-seven years except for root canal. I don’t fall ill. Yet: I was beaten while I was going to library. They didn’t hear my logic but rather mocked me being a reader. To say that I was admitted to military or to this or that group is pure bullshit in a country where government siezes your documents and makes you helpless in the name of helping you by spying on you with the tools you use to educate yourself and others. I didn’t wear mask and I was harrassed by local mafia. Politicians and their pets are all same.

6. Corona might be a religion for some people. As people wear tilak or yarmulke they started wearing a mask to serve scaremongers. A time will come when this phase along with AIDS and others will be recalled as the darkest phase of human evolution. Ayurveda practicing people along with medical people had huge incomes and a hidden world war was fought with weapons of biological massacre. All people who first let population be exploded allowed it so that population reaches to the normal. I don’t follow Corona. Nobody died near me from Corona. Breathing ailments and such were available for medical people who make their living on them since forever. Why invent a new disease? Within a wink I would have dissolved this pathetic existence if it were upto me. Hence it’s not upto me.