1. I am planning on returning to Blogger. Or blogging simultaneously on blogger and WordPress.
2. Deathly hallows has USA on top. You can’t say that less number of people died here in India because of lack of testing. Testing is only identification and mortality in case of Vivid virus is related to immunity.
3. If you blame it on lack of lockdown in USA you know what you’re in for in India. Hunger games. People were hoping it won’t spread in Summer. It has defied their reasoning. It’s only a matter of time before vaccine arrives. Men can tolerate anything but the succession of ordinary days.
4. India’s economy is definitely in the negative with loans overhead increasing and once we come to track after vaccination it would be back on track miraculously as in Hindi movies. Or in Anglican Hollywood movies like It’s a wonderful life indeed isn’t it?
5. Laugh and world laughs…I neither laugh nor cry and it’s not even figuring out about the next meal or the meaning of life. As told before I have thrived beyond my wildest expectations and it is likely to be so in days to come. I am not sure what shape the world is going to take tomorrow or if it will be there but I am here and I will remain.
I talked to the water. It’s quiet. The birds are singing and humming. If only I had discovered this freedom before. Carrying the current in my pockets with wisdom of the yore.
The kittens in the kitchen. And the statue in the pond. It’s as normal as it gets. Nothing extraordinary.
The burning bush was reflecting in the pond as I looked at the lake from the penthouse. Then it was everywhere. It was always present or always present after the year two thousand and three. It was a matter of recognition. Highlighting the obvious background harmony.
Bells still ring in the nearby temple. I was dehydrated and starving when I last Sat here in search of the mystic peace. Now it’s not about the law or about the people. It’s about the pure body of bliss and gnosis.
I love reading myself more than anyone else. I love the sound of my own voice. I love everything about myself and I am not talking about essence or ranking. I am talking about my everyday reality. This moment and being.
1. As soon as the count of cases reaches to 10, the area would become a red zone. One less. All business was needed stadium is as close as ever.
2. Having spent 1000 rupees at Dr. Dileep Tripathi clinic just a few days ago my mother is again feverish.
3. Younger sibling has vomitted a record 5 times within last 30 days. Two of them was inside the room. He couldn’t even manage to reach out to the bathroom.
4. This is 46 degree centigrade here. I absolutely detest such high temperature and can’t really compose poetry. I am fed up of Corona virus pandemic which is a charade by illuminati. Unforeseen unprecedented. I am waiting for the zombie apocalypse. I have thrived all emergencies. I am already beyond death.
5. The image was taken this noon.
6. I have many plans about experiments with space time and am looking for Starjade-the deutronomy prophet online who was a regular interlocutor in the last decade. If any of you by any chance comes across this person kindly let me know via email or comments.
1. After the prayer meeting we went on a walk to remember. Three kids on bike. The driver gave his handle up loose before the house of the food inspector. The immediate cause was a piece of cloth lying on road. The deeper cause– they are returning players.
2. The bench to sit down for a while seemed like a luxury. Twilight was extremely soothing today. There were military or police people walking inside the stadium. It’s open for business like galla mandi. There is some strange logic in work here- exercise is bad for health. Business is good. What would I do–zilxh.
3. A dyslexic teacher on bicycle with tomatoes in a carry bag was speaking to another on bike. It was about tuitions.
4. I took some photographs in peace. I recall one Urdu poem–
Kisi ko mukammal jahan nahi milta,
Kabhi jameen nahi milti to kabhi aasmaan nahin milta.
5. The discussion turned to the imaginary disease and virus. USA would soon touch 100000 deaths. They have tested about 130000000 people : about one third of their entire population. India has tested only a fraction of people and sacrifice has only been that of the 3500 people. All data given by my friend. If it’s not factual I am not responsible.
6. It’s predicted[citation needed] that a virus is likely to arrive by October.
7. Since we have been slow in testing we would be happy in being slow for vaccination as well.
8. I had an ice-cream and noodles. This is the peak of luxury since 2017. I am employed by a college kid who bumped his head into the wall. He wasn’t chasing the ball as in football stadium yet he got bruises and his head might be hurting. He was running with a bat. I took his vocabulary quiz and found him eligible for my help. Coaching classes are not open for this season. But if business can be open : I am eligible for a coffee and a bike ride. At least I am not raising my voice for Euthanasia. What Euthanasia? They are already dead.
9. And I am back to romancing with mosquitoes -need of another bath. Does that count as a luxury. Yes.
10. Temperature- Sassy Yassy says no need for secrets. The reduction has been many degrees in average temperature of this town. And it has rained every month since last year. I don’t know what is changing the climate so drastically. It’s still not as pleasant as Bangalore.
1. A dull page dedicated to experiment minister by ex chief minister. In local newspaper today.
2. It’s usually good to stay out of the way of politicians.
3. Rajiv Gandhi was handsome.
4. I worked as an IT employee.
5. It was a raging storm the evening he died. Unlike anything I had ever seen before. I have seen many since then. His death did make him more popular than a conventional one would have. It was a tradition-Gandhi , Indira, Rajiv. You know Amitabh Bacchan would have liked to die instead of Rajesh Khanna in Anand. He kept dying in Sholay and others. Like Jesus. Martyr syndrome.
6. I didn’t have the maturity to comprehend Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam.
7. I do hope I am not beaten by the police and military this time around. The last time around when I remarked about Rahul Gandhi winking for Modi and both being members of illuminati, wilderness builderbergs I was silenced by police which was sent from Uttar Pradesh.
8. Though I also kept wondering if that was because of my porn history articles. Check chess maye link June jejunebugs bunny nyayaverserk.
9. I will definitely continue with poorn history articles once the country or the world becomes stable ay large.
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I was not the same when I had a difficult time believing that one day reading my own words would become the greatest source of inspiration to me. Now as I read myself: I find a most authentic and most trustworthy source of inspiration which is more than merely surface consciousness. There was a time when I remembered all that I had written. I recall that day in Bhopal when I told SV about having scribbled 35 pages at stretch. And I retained all that I had written. I was confident that I recalled all that I had spoken or written down. That was also the reason why it didn’t give me the inspiration or sheer joy to read myself back. Now it’s a different matter. My bandwidth has increased. And I find new gems: soothing and comforting to my body and mind. My pure body of gnosis grows vast.
Hide and Seek!
Birds are chirping and singing. A drilling machine makes noise in the hands of a carpenter working in the neighborhood. He has been working for many days. This body has been sweating incessantly as I sit under the shed of tin foil.
Miss communication is so rampant. It made me drive a few blocks. I have broken a few of my resolves recently: like- no sleeping during the day, no consuming of milk products, no Kurkure or sweets and sweat is so near to sweetmeats.
I need to burn oil lamps under an Ashwath tree at the time of the Twilight as it’s a Saturday and retrograde Saturn must be appeased. I hear distant sirens of buses and dogs barking. Clouds have been playing hide and seek with the Sun. I tried listening to A Scandal in Bohemia but it didn’t create the requisite effect. I need to read the newspaper aloud to grandma for appeasing her demons. But only after I have had an instant coffee. Riding the bike goes with instant coffee and bike had a dry battery today because of the heat. I registered for another edX course on Ebola pandemic and I plan on finishing it up by the end of the next week.
A subtle soft chirping of crickets is audible. I keep asking myself: was this day a success? What were the key events of this day?
Vaidhri ti is not considered a good Nitya Yoga and a lot of planets are retrograde. I read Bhagvat Puran and sang Gayatri Mantra early morning. Yesterday evening drizzle only increased the humidity in the environment therefore the last two days felt extremely hot. I burnt some garbage and cleansed the pig dung along with soot. Ambulance sirens are audible and an acau seed pod flies high. It’s the most potent seed pod I have observed naturally because instead of birds it does its own job. No wonder the whole nine yard is full of new acau shoots whereas we had chopped them off. It wasn’t possible to uproot them. I hesitate in doing that again. My objective is primarily to keep drainage lines clean and the ground in a situation which lets kids enjoy the game without making them injured or fatigued. I hurt my right leg thumb and it bled during a fielding session where I saved some runs. The reason? Accumulation of small stones and pebbles on ground during the severe lockdown version 2. Those debrees are still waiting to be cleared out. Now kids don’t contribute into cleansing the ground. I invited them to participate in the cleaning ritual to inculcate a good habit in them. We cleansed for 5 minutes everyday and since we were 10 or more people it was about an hour of work everyday.
Observing that they were reluctant, I stopped asking them. And you might be surprised how thorough I am in reaching to conclusions regarding public affairs where I am the one in charge: I wanted one of them to say it: that they didn’t want to give their five minutes everyday for cleaning. We were playing for about 90 to 100 minutes at the time. After relaxation in the lockdown 3.0 we started playing again and none of them came forward to offer help in keeping the ground clean. Having previously witnessed their reluctance I only considered it normal to let go and continue doing it myself. Nobody likes policing. I have been doing garbanzo beans for about six months this season and yet polyethylene, leaves, stones and wood is piling up in the drainage lines.
I need tools. Individuation wasn’t as miraculous as living fluid in the schizopolis but it keeps you safe. Of what use a rotten system of Tantra in India is : since it depends on clothes, hair, tuft, classes and money along with lots of swearing. I understand why humans are crown of creation. I also understand why education is so important. I also realise how kabbalah is essentially Bhagvat dharma. Easy eradication of delusional superstition is much preferably superior to fathomless dark night of pseudo religions where nobody understands meaning of any words but talks a lot.
I have made hundred posts here. This is my third inning on WordPress minus the pitfalls. It’s 15 and Friday both ruled by Venus.
I don’t have kinda clout. But I need to thank you for reading me and comments: Defining Ambiguity who seems to have deleted their blog and the chess guy. Fatima and James Harbeck’s blog which keep inspiring me to do better.
I hope I reach 1000 without clout or money though I need both to survive I don’t want them. I know this is not the place to beg. Streets of Indian places of pilgrimage are good enough for that.
Dancing light of grace 