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Syzgy Plus Plus Solstice!

1. After the class, as I went outside with my student to show him the bunch of bricks which he had failed to observe before as he entered into the house; we remarked on how pleasant the weather was. Before he could correct himself: he said “there are no clouds and yet it seems as if the light is dim, maybe a Sun over the Sun. It was actually the Moon, as he made the requisite correction. It’s pleasant.” Then we observed the Cricket pitch to discuss about the work we needed to do before we could play.

2. The local newspaper is full of advertisements. Irony: the head of the institute from where I am pursuing D.Ed. has given tribute to his father. Another tribute comes from the person he was fighting a case against in the court of law. A news report some months ago published about the fiasco for many months. Now it’s for money. I am up for a fake diploma in education. My father pressurized me when I was volunteering in my mother’s school to get this degree. Don’t even start about the Vyapam fiasco. I used to think a mystery thriller would be made on that. Maybe later, maybe not. Maybee beeswax cauliflower mayflower.

3. Ex. Chief minister’s son takes the whole front page. Yesterday it was the son of the president of the opposition. If you read ads carefully, they teach you a lot. And there’s a guarantee : you will never be bored.

4. A. R. Rehman, Gulzar and Jaaved Akhtar are fighting another war against lack of credit. First two won Oscar award and the other one sells Ortho. Here’s my favourite:

Muskaane Jhooti hain!

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Thank you readers and followers

My father has gone back on his words for four times in the last 6 months. I am waiting for the new smartphone. My mother grandmother and my younger sibling are slaves trapped inside this building. As soon as I get the new smartphone I would write more efficiently and yet my efficiency has been good enough. Including the blogger blog I have written more than 1500 posts in last 6 months of my publishing with the OK Google Transcription service writing is a piece of cake. Very few people read this blog and comparatively more people used to read the blogger blog. Those people who were trolling me started calling me troll as I came into the light. I don’t need a bunch of fools around me. I have done 200 posts on WordPress. Including all my innings I might have published more than 4000 articles. If my comments on discussion forums are also included then the amount might reach to more than 10000. It does not translate as money. It has given me skill and confidence. My clarity of thinking as well as communication skills are improving day by day.

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The morning rituals!

My class finished just a while ago. The environment is brimming with insects. It feels a bit humid right now . Some Birds along with peacock can be heard from here. The sky is foggy but not neptunian aur dreamlike. This biosphere where organic farming is a routine practice seems to be the most conducive place for writing in the last few months. my student is going to part soon but he has paid me in full. And since I was in the dire need of money therefore I feel grateful to my patron. I realise when he said that I should walk instead of using the bike which consumes oil he did not take into consideration my plight. I was not using motor vehicle for about two years in which I had many long walks around the city.

My conversation is interrupted by someone who is busy conversing with my student. She was also a former student but she remembers nothing at all which I taught her. I asked her about my lessons to get the feedback regarding my tuitions and her straight answer was that nothing of your teaching remains in my memory.

Crickets are chirping. Buses are passing by and I am still looking for an idea to elaborate upon the news is kind of repetitive nonsense balderdash these days. I intend to work in the library since my student is still attending the marriage ceremony and I have some free time in the morning.

I tell them that I missed yesterday evening prayers. I asked for forgiveness of my host student for leaving without having watched the dish in which I had poha as we were playing Ludo board game. I got second rank until I was there.

I was again discussing legacies. It has always been beyond my understanding that legacies matter for humans striving towards perfection. Maybe in some subtle form but not in your day to day life. The usual experiences tell us that the appreciation we get for our good deeds help continue services in areas of importance. How does it matter if people appreciate our good deeds once we are gone. Maybe the idea that you are working for something which would continue to provide comfort 2 those future generations once you are gone helps you work more earnestly.

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Why None of It Makes Sense||||||

I have my student with me here outside the library of Gandhi Smarak Bhawan. It is raining cats and dogs.

We are in a Jolly good mood because of the rainfall and Storm. The wind is very fierce and we have been frolicking making fun joking about personality traits.

This is a friendly interview so please take it in your stride and don’t mind it.

Question 1. Have you lost your way?

Answer 1. No.

Question 2. How to reach God?

Answer 2. What what do you mean by God?

Question 3. { The interviewer parted by the second question because of a phone call which stretched indefinitely. The interviewee carried on with his business of teaching.}

They have dispersed now. Storm seems to have relaxed. The thunderstorm is not as frequent in this region therefore it is entertaining for us.

Clouds bursting. I was recounting some linguistic accidents. These people look bored now. The adventurous spirit which was present in the beginning has died down. Now it is more about the drainage of water than about the rainfall. In a while I will far from here my bike is drenched in the rain. Boys in my vicinity will not be able to get even today.

Four boys drowned in the river Kane today. Today morning I was reading that out of 20 years of this century for the 13 years we had less than required rainfall. That is why most of the labourers had to escape to distant regions for earning their livelihood. Some of them have come due to the covid-19. For most of the time we were not even conscious of having a liver in our town.

If 25000 people die every day in India why do I not see any complaints about lack of availability of space for their funeral rites. Why would only 400 deaths per day I would create search a fuss about the last rites? Refer to the recent video shared by someone about the lack of availability office space for funeral RITES in Delhi. That is a fake news or actual count of people who have been dying recently because of the virus is much higher.

Nothing really is happening. It is the same news everyday. Agitprop pops up everyday. As usual Kangana Ranaut makes no sense. I don’t even want to give an explanation for this statement. Please help raise awareness for Euthanasia

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The hammer and head!

1.In today’s Bhaskar editorial, Gurucharan Das, a senior columnist talks about the lessons from the covid-19.

2. The very fast line uses an oxymoron. It seems he was not joking.

3. The hammer of the government should fall softly on the head of the common people. “

4. The way he has put it in Hindi is not appropriate in my humble opinion. Maybe he was actually telling you to understand that it cannot be otherwise. It is akin to that saying which uses tools of knife and fruit of kharbooza. Whether the knife falls on the fruit Or the fruit falls on the knife the result remains the same.

5. The hammer is the order. It can’t be in a soft voice. This is the first lesson.

Image Courtesy…Gandhi Smarak Nidhi.

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Unlocking the charade

The waste of electric power is tantamount to putting more pressure on hydraulic and solar generation centres.

For the entire lockdown duration I have been observing the waste of electric power in the stadium Arena

This was in relation to the world environment day.

The the next. Is in relation to the discretion of the local administration in in the execution of the unlocking

Unlock 1 equals to 3+5+3+6+3+2=4+1=5. India is Bharat now. I have been fine. I will tell you what has been going on. It was struggle between bhudevi and Sridevi war might be for from being over. The  overall overshoot day is reached by xxix of July but in India it never reaches so the environment should be thankful to the environment and also to the mass production of the babies.

As told before – the only thing actually worth the opening was the stadium. Not the temples. Not the shops for tobacco. Not the liquor stores. Ironically: depression and suicide have been the only causes of deaths in in this vicinity and exercise is proven to reduce the suffering.

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Global Day of Parents

1. I only have count of shocks given to me by my parents. My father has not left any form of addiction untouched; tobacco, marijuana, alcohol- you name it.

Gandhi Smarak Bhavan

2. My mother is lustful like my father. She is delirious, argumentative and incorrigible.

3. If I thank them for the troubles they created first; only to make me prey and pray—- what do I thank them for.

4. They taught me to read and write. I taught many others to read and write. I taught them to be honest. I taught them to be abstemious. I taught them to be humble and devoted to the truth. I tried teaching them the truth beyond relatives. I failed. Miserably. Yet I tried.

5. I had a big loan from parents. And I feel I have absolutely none towards parents, grandparents or towards community at large now. I am free.

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Ice Cream!

A few birds are chirping around a cute little baby owl who blinks often. It can rotate its head with the aid of its flexible neck. They say it’s malukeshvara: the vehicle of the goddess of the oppolense. Luxeme is her sweet sweet name. Taxeme. Raceme. Laxeme.

The birds have a forked tail with a red mark. The Chamleone is shy of being photographed. Cyborg. Organized Zed Eye. Yen. Enneagram. Tetrahedron.

The climate is appropriate for writing poetry. I am in love with myself. Every bit of myself. It is the peak of aware narcissistic personality if there is a thing.

Why did luxeme choose the owl as its vehicle?

Why all the young men in my vicinity including those who have been associated with the name of Gandhi want to work as a government servant instead of carving a nice niche for themselves.

You see how it works: despite being the brightest guy around none of them stay my students for very long. The excuse might be this or that: I have a hard time selling my communication skills.

I sometimes feel richest. When I see birds and dark clouds. Among worshippers of money I am one among many. A nobody. I was systematically taught by some of the greatest teachers to not cling. They had a big systematic organisation which required management and marketing. I took them literally. They were the most effective because of the advertisement.

Unlock up zip up hoodie and codex. Index. Dexterity. Ritzy Ritwik bailiwick. I don’t think I had a choice to regret not being able to play World Food Program rice donation game. I also didn’t have the freedom to improve my vocabulary in the last one month. However, in the next few months, hopefully, you would see a meteoric rise in my vocabulary size which would be nice ice cream. It took me 26 minutes to write, edit and publish.

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Temperature dropped again.

1. Ajit Jogi and Bezaan Daaruwaala leave.

2. I met an octagenerian. He used to live here as a tenant. The fact that I began reading literature written by Shriram Sharma and continued reading it till I left for Kota, Rajasthan for the preparation of JEE was made possible by him. He had an ample amount of literature which he had purchased during the 1992 Ashvamedh Yajna. He was an officer in the education department. A martinate. A bit peevish. He’s currently suffering from consumption, like my grandmother . The meeting today was brief.

3. There was again a lightning episode yesterday which killed three young men in a village nearby. They were in their farmhouse for picnic.

4. Temperature dropped again. On May 13, it was for the first time: I participated in the prayer meeting. I was enjoying a bike ride in a thunderstorm and my uncle who had planned to join me had to drop out because of the weather after we had a visit to the temple of the Goddess.

5. Our matches are turning out to be low scoring these days. I expect that young people would understand apocalypse. I forget my multiple demises. I can’t keep my experience in mind while I communicate with them. Cricket.

6. Height experiments are fun to demonstrate. I was successful in showing it to 3 witnesses. My height is variable between two measures. It has been consistently so.

7. As I was weeding out the carrot grass: I saw a black monkey. It was near the mango tree. Near the green tomb of the saint. I uprooted 100 plants. I had conversation about Bengal : Karna, Mahabharata, Angadesha and devotional anecdotes. It was after my reading of rice cultivation.

8. The day was rich only because of the weather. Unless the temperature was bearable I wouldn’t have been able to write this note comfortably. I saw the maid on my walk back from the wilderness. She had sent her two daughters for work because she had injured her right hand middle finger. Similarly my uncle injured his while trying to chip the Supari as I was taking a nap on sofa on Sunday.

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Tohu Minus Ten!

Lips of apocalypse

Ellipsis sisal salut

Salad ladle addled

Delaware beware warehouse

Manager menagerie germane.

Thunderbird blackball snowball ballpark figure blackbird

Iris risible iridium

Radical radium odeum podium sodium chloride sulphate.

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Newsfeed

The Bird and the Sun!

1. Good News: Japan and New Zealand have conquered Corona. They are however reluctant to share the formula with the rest.

2. Aaj Tak showed 92 news bytes in its super fast 100 at morning 7:00.

3. The number of people dead due to Corona was reported to be 170 yesterday and today. What are the odds? God of death abides by some rules. It would have been better if 172 or 163 people died yesterday.

4. I am waiting for stadium to open in my city. Heat wave. Police sirens. Ailing depressed youth. Crying daily wage earners. Gloomy future. Japanese and American are working and my countrymen being poor are left in the dark. I will compare. Aren’t we humans too.

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Existential Nightmares

I was halted by a small piebald dog. It had a belt around its neck and it was wagging tail. I asked it what the matter was and it jumped around barking. It was an old grudge and yet it was wagging its tail.

The chaturthi Moon is like a pelting stone for Venus and Mercury. I am tired of remarking on grandness of virus. Old people swear by their ancient bones : it’s bigger than anything else. It’s bigger than East India Company.

Chaturthi Moon besides Street lights.

A truck driver asked me directions. I find myself to be one amongst many : dependent on mercy of police , militia and state who seem to act as if on a whim. The mass hypnotists are thriving and some of them are thrilled to this addiction of making a tool of others.

Pick any random magazine from AWG. It might be an article about the environment as it was 25 years ago. It uses the same language as present day journalists do.

I had given upon desire to live. It’s not virus or being separated from my people. It’s the absolutely wonderful ludicrously facetious state of affairs in which so called intelligentsia delights. I can’t do anything whatsoever to open their eyes to gaping truth of monotonic ictus.