1. Brijesh met after the last time announcement: “it has become very black…now let it become brighter.” The comment was loud, like a jibe, to a Sardar who was standing near a JIO stall just besides Veena Omkar’s newly furnished house. This time around we shaked hands. He asked for the contact number but I wanted to ensure if he recalled the event in which he became a bridge on which I drove my bicycle. He nodded and said there were many fond memories. Then upon being asked he told about his gas agencies, biggest gym in city and some other enterprise. It means he’s an entrepreneur. I once borrowed a book on magic from him. We were in class third or fourth then. I also went as far as bus stand : walking alone to buy a book on magic in my early childhood. I was as adventurous and fearless then as I am now.
2. The chapter on Albert Einstein was named “A truly beautiful mind…” It had some points where Einstein was funny or humane but it was mostly a gifted individual: a Scorpion researcher and a Piscean cusp. His exalted Venus and Debilitated Mercury are highlighted even in his birthday: 5 as root number and 6 as life path number. Five is ruled by Mercury whereas 6 is ruled by Venus. Methodical uneven.
3. Got my head shaved. It was a relief. I saw a book by Dalai Lama on introduction to Buddhism and Tantric meditation. I also read some portions from Shri Aurobindo’s biography. The barber was emphasizing the importance of earning at least three hundred rupees per day and I told him I was not getting that much. He also didn’t have any income yesterday.
4. Spotify advertisement: mutual funds and premium versions of the app. One of the ads has so many uses of “we” by a single subject that you feel bored. Then as advertisement is over: infomercial telling you about there being no advertisement for next thirty minutes takes another ten seconds : the ad before the ad opened also took the same amount. Ultimately: ads ad nauseum. But there’s no exception.
1. I am relaxing after a nice meal. It’s going to be another class soon. The last class was fun and the theatre guys are shifting to auditorium which means I need to sweep the library, though they left couple of packets of incense sticks after I complained about their rapid using up of mine. I also need to put couple of pens over there.
2. Among other things we talked about how beautiful and majestic an animal an owl is. I love most birds just because they can fly but when it comes to owls: everything about them is mystical.
3. Dhaniram was again spotted near Ambedkar circle. He has shifted his work office from Galla Mandi Ramleela maidan to stadium and aforesaid place.
4. I put only 30 balls in morning. The Shatabdi ground was overcrowded. Obnoxious looks from the coach were bound to happen because I was compelled to use that arena for bowling. The stadium is not available yet.
5. Yesterday evening I had a walk in Shatabdi. It was quiet. I was playing vocabulary jams and listening to music from films when Piyush called. We had a chat masala and I need to pay him ten rupees back as I didn’t have the change. I paid hundred to Vandana. I was paid by employers but now as one of the students in the morning batch is leaving it means I would work for five rupees per hour. It’s to keep the machine running. She might be back in December.
6. I am getting rankings in top five in jams. I received top ranks today morning. Weather is pleasant now.
7. She spotted my passport in one of the books I had donated to the library by chance. It expired in 2018.
8. I practiced alternate nostril breathing in stadium. News is unreliable these days.
1. He was one of the genuine trolls belonging to the league who somehow became inimical to me for no reason: as much as to write verses which described hellfire. It was a long ago. Hackers. Blackmailing kabbalistic league.
2. I hardly have energy left for any recording. Hero has his nameplate and company pasted on his bike.
3. Ashutosh Thakur was back with same story. No variation. I was obliged to take him to the librarian.
4. For this guy interpreted Quaran to mean to ‘read,’ : eyes are placed above ears in head: only one book: But what about the grace on top of the skull: then all organs are blissful gateways to eternity. Void upon void.
5. I was assembling books in Vrindavan where I tried to create a library for everyone’s advantage. It clearly meant that I was reading even before trolls and company started complaining about reading.
6. And among other things: he wrote a post about disputed lands. Every peace of land here is disputed: which whore bought which one is immaterial to me beyond a means of everyday behaviour.
7. Gandhi Smarak Bhavan has at least four chains of commands: they all finally merge into Congress party.
8. One chain is that of Harijana Sevak Sangh. They looked down upon me more than bramhins looked down upon Harijana in the history of mankind. Ambedkar would have cried looking at them and Gandhi as well. All of them are opportunists.
9. Other chain is that of municipal corporation: Harijana Sevak Sangh plus Satyashodhan is associated with it as they all come under it. For a long time: the librarian kept feeding me with worries about them using the complex as parking space for their vehicles. Now: there’s no conflict between those two.
10. The naturopathy group is small and at odds with the trust it seems but internally they are all one. My only objective was to read books and then I was given the task of bookkeeping by the librarian. It was a volunteer activity without any payment. Whatever tuitions I have been allowed to take created mostly enough energy to keep me on the ventilator : never enough.
11. Thus: with four or five chains of command: plus there being a hidden, unspoken sphere of socio-political activities in which clairvoyants, shamans, tantrikis as well as farmers and aboriginal people work together: the centre is constant flux.
12. I scored well on jams. Why are these people agitated? I played three in morning.
13. I had a nice sleeping session in the afternoon before I woke up. I was late to stadium. I bowled only ten times with a new Mark ball bought from Chetan Sports and Science gallery.
14. Imitating must be the best of compliment. I found a couple mocking me by imitating my subroutine.
1. Though it rarely happens: one of my employers paid me in full when I asked for only an advance. The student is going to take a leave for about one month. Her behaviour has been strange but I can understand. I bought an earphone worth fifty rupees from a shop I used to buy earphones from about four years ago. Since I am wealthy( after paying three hundred back to Vandana I would still be left with more than one hundred rupees!) I only have eight hundred more rupees left as a payment towards the services delivered to the second employer. Constantly changing world and employment. Scarcity of work or complete slavery were options. I chose the first one and feel free.
2. I played four jams this morning: rankings: 1112. Unless Stephen had come: I would have scored first rank in all four. I enjoyed bowling ten overs. Samose. Samose and kachori are getting costlier but we are paid one fifty or three hundred rupees per tuition and work is scarce to come. What happened to economy and opportunity?
Party with religious groups: like I did last night: except popcorns and momos everything was for free: I reckon:
Ramleela –Live ticket in an open theatre worth 1000 rupees per person.
Air: invaluable.
Water: invaluable.
Harmony and security: invaluable: though some younger people were suspicious of me. And you know why! I was confident because I have been visiting stadium for about two months: doing what is supposed be proper behaviour over there: sports and recreation.
Personally: my net worth is almost zero. The last good movie I watched in the Anurag City Centre had merely four members in theatre and another had a hall full but I was supposed to create rains instead of watching the movie.
3. How many threads do I need to join to create an event worth narrating? Maybe three or four. It depends on authors. I consider it kabbalistic you call it divine. I saw another Kingfisher and a nightingale as I was exiting out of the stadium. The thread of story begins in the point four.
4. Vaibhav Choubey Galla Mandi had the Einstein quote “Imagination is more powerful than knowledge,” striked out on his t-shirt. It means: Einstein was wrong. It means: the world is real. It means: knowledge is more powerful than imagination. Vaibhav was standing near the police line entrance to stadium. It was Eastern entrance. Satyam was with me. My heart had stopped working. My head was exploding with pain. I showed him and he accepted: my heart had stopped.
5. I was ordering popcorn pack. The policeman whom I had been observing on a regular basis ordered the man counting the gutka pouches which he laid on popcorn pouches. It might mean anything: that eating popcorn is akin to eating gutka: with a difference that popcorns don’t spoil walls or teeth. You don’t need to spit. You can prove anything provided you have the power.
6. Today morning the autorickshaw man gave money to the puncture shop owner. I recalled how Vaibhav had asked for another five rupees after having taken twenty rupees in two days. I had refused. The puncture shop owner made a remark about darkness. My blog was read by someone and message conveyed. He does read newspaper but I don’t know if he reads my blog too. My comment had a foundation of Hinduism which regards the Sun’s southern movement as creating smaller days and bigger nights. Darkness increases: festivals let you relax but you don’t understand the full import of them. My attention was taken to gutka pouches: he wasn’t selling them before. Vaibhav was actually in a fair. Playful and enjoying as much as I was when I ordered popcorn. Or similar. There’s no way to match.
7. Four days. Four threads. Saarthak. Autowallah. Meaningful: the name of the lady who wanted to mount a water bottle for her son. When I was letting her son play she needed to make a superficial acquaintance. Now they are five threads. I don’t know who really reads these but unless some delusion struck me: the policeman, the puncture shop owner and some others will get to know of five threads. Beneficence. This is the art being created with hardwork. The policeman, the gutka counter, the puncture shop owner, Vaibhav who first requested me to come to academy, his grandmother, etc were all in it: probably to make me prepared to get married to a fat girl. If it was a way to civilize me: you see how well it works. It’s red pill.
8. The library and the other parts of Gandhi Smarak Bhavan have whisky or wine or brandy bottles. They might be part of an exhibition or act like those steps on North West pavilion which had condom pouches a few days ago or maybe they were drinking and wanted me to know that being farmers they need to drink to relax. It’s fine with me for I lived with flatmates who used to drink. I knew that those who worked in Deshaj Gaushala and field needed to drink. Gandhi or Tolstoy might also have drunk one way or another.
9. All the characters come from real life or this dream. And events are woven. It took energy to do that and gradual patterns. Police, repairing people, editors, press, psychonauts and hackers. If I rate this: it’s one of my best stories with morale: balance.
10. I utilized library time for writing because I was expecting my student to visit as she said over the call. But she didn’t. Online classes are random in nature. I would have been left with no energy or willingness to write if I wrote in noon. I am sure : this story will be read at least by one person and appreciated.
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1. A bike with a triangle shape on its headlight cover and Vigyaan (Science) written in Devnagari script stops near the superstore. The previous script has to be completed: is he joining our group or not? The barbershop decides: whether I left the tuft on my head or not. Are we joking? My net worth is one thousand rupees per month. My caretakers brought me here from Vrindavan and never gave me any pocket money despite taking my services directly or indirectly. Am I joining the group. Who are we kidding? The barber was an expert. I can assure you: he has improved as an artisan too. The sacrifice for departing goddess had the priest who was chanting inaudible verses. Swaha! Swa stands for Self. Aha being the last vowel in Devnagari script: means: Rest in Self. Rest in peace. Die. Sacrifice self for Self. Ushma color.
2. I enjoyed teaching English. It was a Grammar test. Since the first batch didn’t happen: I had enough energy to teach in morning hours. I walked six rounds before I enjoyed samose by Asatiji and Pohe by Kushwahaji.
3. Bowling practice was easy because I reached in time. I bowled sixty times. Ten overs. Though I couldn’t sleep well last night. Tried watching a movie. Binaural beats are embedded with hypnosis and advertising. There’s overt hypnosis and hidden hypnosis.
4. Stadium has been cleansed thrice in the last three days. It’s after two months. It’s probably because of festivals: Dussehra and Diwali. I reckon: placing those rabbit shaped dustbins inside stadium with “Use Me” needs regular sweeping as happens for roads. Municipal corporation doesn’t have enough people and they won’t hire. The freelancers who are paid pennies like I am: are promised Diwali bonus and so on.
5. There are indian people living abroad: especially in Europe. They might miss gutka spitters and might be afraid of Mafia : but there’s nothing worse than being sandwiched between local and universal. The question arises: why fifty fifty. Why not the whole Truth? In the most severe of lockdowns I survived and thrived. In the normal: people mocked me when I didn’t care for work and denied me employment when I earnestly sought it. It’s indeed a strange society. The old and the new. They coexist. M. Night Shyamlan’s ‘The Village’ highlights it very well.
6. The Seventh Horse of the Sun. Shilajeet. Labourers. Pashupatinath. Narayan. And David Lynch. Dark City indeed! Very Dark. The Sun goes South. South is Right. If you face West it’s left. Dimensions.
7. After the greatest success of mummy papa United productions came bhaiya bhabhi United productions. Now comes: ……onus in on bonus. I am free.
Dancing light of grace 