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The Blue Bird!

1. It was 23 hours ago. The last post. I am sitting on the same spot. Am I? Herodotus is credited with the quote “you can’t bathe in the same river twice.”

2. Bowled 40 times. 11 hits. Good catching practice as well. There was no juice on juice shop and no poha stall. Two days in a row.

3. I saw two birds. I wanted to take picture. They flew away as I got closer and closer. One of them was a kingfisher with very different blue wings than i have seen so far. It was young. Another was a blackbird which looks like a distant cousin of nightingale.

4. Hockey team is here. I had seen them playing before in my days of struggle. It’s still the same except i am bowling instead of being a mere spectator. There were two girls and nine boys. 232. Abhay was wearing shirt number 3. Abhay is the captain of the team or coach I presume. Chuck dey India. Hockey is India’s national sport. Either it should be given enough funds or Cricket should be made India’s national sport. Abhay tum sangharsh karo ham tumhare saath hain…

5. As my morning breathing, meditation and practice is over, now I should be anxious about money making. I need to buy my daily bread and butter after all. There were three pigeons on a wire. There were three bikers. The morning run is over. Here comes the noon.

Noon boon catamaran choon

Per choon perchance

Prance dance

Pierre Simon Laplace

Placed cede this id

This umber umbrage

Barrage of words without rage

Subterfuge fugue segue garrage

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No degrees will be awarded this time!

Made in Bangladesh

1. Event:  I bowled 100 times.

I intended to bowl 140 times, like yesterday.

There were too many people inside Shatabdi today.

I met Yash on my way to Shatabdi ground.

It seemed strange that he recognised me after having not recognised before . Twice. Just outside Satguru stationary and in Shatabdi. I made a boxing gesture that day.

After a brief discussion we parted ways. A flower dropped from a tree in MMHS. Almost where Abhishek Rajput and company had broken a glass window and burnt some fire.

I bowled for a while. Then a boy asked me to bowl elsewhere as it was disturbing him. I chose the place he recommended.

2. Miracle

And lo and behold! There was the cap I thought I would buy. No. It’s a used cap. Nike. Made in Bangladesh. Darbar print. I wanted to buy a cap to don in marriage ceremony of my friend Abhishek. I received an invitation after many years to attend a marriage ceremony and it comes from an oath keeper. A Ph. D. This guy met me after two decades and we shared some memories. Then he talked about another sudden fire and fever in his family.

3. Declaration:

This cap doesn’t belong to me. I just picked it up from ground. Anyone who claims it can have it immediately. No need to buy another. I would drop it as soon as I get a new one.

4. Memories

There was that guy I played Cricket with. I also recalled Vivek who accussed me of chucking as I was too good and bowled him over continuously in stadium. I recalled many other things: how I went to MMHS after getting a two rupee note from a man who was sitting before a woman who was someone’s 27 year old wife. I was only seven. That girl took me to school. It was second hour already. The brother had disappeared. Rekha mam was teaching Mathematics. I got scared of big guys like Amit Shukla and Brijesh Chakraborty: reason? They had been there since kindergarten. And their skin’s color was fair…like English people.

What the **** is going on here?

I had completed the third class in Taparian and I was supposed to get admitted into fourth but they took me into second class based on my vocabulary.

I was building bridges then: unbeknownst to myself. Villages and towns. Then came Cricket. Jumping and frolicking.

I recalled another ragging phase in college. This might be called doctoral ragging. No degrees will be awarded this time around. Well played!

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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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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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Evening session!

1. 221622: six jams on vocabulary.com. Average rank: 2.5.

2. Jagjit Singh singing Mirza Ghalib’s ghazal. The exit from the garden of Eden happened first for the Satan, aka Lucifer, governor of mind. Demiurge. Yaldabaoth etcetera. Then it happened for children of God: the best of creation. The question is: what’s the difference? The difference is: being smarter than humans he rules the Netherlands then redemption happens to humans, then redemption happens to him, then, again the show must go on. It’s not as easy as I have made it look here but it’s true to the best of my knowledge. In a way: God wanted the Satan to rule in proxy, therefore he created toys for him and then created the whole act of exit and so on: the third Reich: Shin. If I think like that I might appear like Satan. But in that scheme: God is one and only godhead and always remains same. The Satan can never become God. It can only lure some more sparks and mould them until they generate enough energy to break through the egg. All promises of deliverance and all shows of bondage are by Satan, for Satan and so on. Godhead is there to be apprehended. Then you become Satan. Then you continue as Satan for eternity. Or: you’re always the godhead. It became it. Satan is merely a shadow. A temporary shadow for play. Pick any version or don’t.

3. Atheists accumulate material power but are always puzzled by death, diseases and afterlife. After they enter afterlife and appreciate the divine or satanic plan for universes: they see the beauty without gods of archons and realize that though there is no God they need to believe in something to keep going on: either in energy or in happiness being goals of the sum total of their activities.

4. Could ball ten overs quite easily. Toes ache. Weather pleasant. If October was a permanent month or maybe November: weather wise: I wouldn’t mind. It’s better than Spring I think. If you have enough food and internet : winters are a blessing. Now that I have outgrown euthanasia : I don’t have any doubts.

5. I am happy to have a good time. I don’t know if it will continue.

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Rocky!

1. I feel lazy. Lazy people can afford to be lazy. I spent some time editing the previous article’s typos. Weather is pleasant once again. I bowled ten overs. It’s the latest version of bowling practice:

A. If the spot is empty: begin practice.

B. Choose a spot where ball has least probability of getting lost.

C. If others come to practice batting: politely refuse: they will neither care for ball getting lost nor pay you money if your ball is lost. You also need to run all over the place to collect the ball.

D. If they want you to help them practice with their ball: it’s fine: then you only get to burn energy and gain skill as well as cooperation.

E. The last ball I lost: it was a hard earned treasure. Some kids kept asking me to give it to them. Then: I chose a place which has a swimming pool just behind the pavilion with bushes and algae.

F. Saying ‘no’ is better than borrowing money from people to buy balls.

G. Watch and learn: don’t rely on promises made by boys or damsels: though they look attractive: most often they fail to fulfill. If you want to survive: you need the ball. Nothing better than it to bring the play online in focus. Then you need to protect it like a hard earned treasure.

H. Needless to say: if I had extra balls or money I would have given it to begging kids today or to those who were begging to get money. But: if I begin doing this: the question arises: who is genuine and who is merely hoarding balls at his or her house.

I. I saw a young girl leading the way on running track for her four or five siblings. It might be one of the most beautiful things I have seen. Yet: some kids looked malnutritioned. It’s a fact.

J. I saw “Neev-Shila” by Shri Shrinivas Shukla, M.A., L.L.B. of Chhatarpur in library today. I read some verses. The central pavilion has been named after him. The track where I practice was inaugurated by Digvijay Singh. The stadium is known as Baburam Chaturvedi Stadium. One entrance also had name of Swami Pranavananda engraved on it. History is written by conquerers: Modi is on mission Bengal. Let’s see who performs better over there. It would be as interesting as Trump’s mission in USA.

K. Rocky.