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Between Equations and Processions


I called their father. He was at home this evening. I asked if they had some ginger at the house. They didn’t. They sell vegetables. We sometimes buy some potatoes or ginger from them.
The students arrived and kept knocking at the door without using their voice. They usually use their  voice when they knock. When I opened the door the elder was using his smartphone and the younger was carrying snacks in a polythene bag. Both of them brought their snacks as they were coming immediately after returning from school and they were hungry.
The younger one asked me to give him some time to settle. I brought the chair from the verandah. He kept eating his salty snack mixture. He was using his hands and eating very quickly. I asked him to eat slowly. He kept licking his fingers. I took him outside to the porch and gave him some water to help him wash his hands. Then we went back inside the classroom. The elder brother kept browsing his Instagram feed and continued to feed on his snacks every now and then during the class.
They asked me the meaning of some captions on some pictures and videos. Some of them were in the mirror script. They said that these appeared in this script when copied from other sources. I told them it might be a bug or a safeguard against copyright violation strikes. Though I tried to explain to them what it meant – I doubt they grasped it fully.
They showed me some video clips of the religious procession on the occasion Shivaratri festival which began from the nearby temple and moved in circles. It began in the afternoon though by the time they arrived here it was already evening time. There were people in the costume of lord Shiva and other gods and demons traditionally associated with this marriage ceremony procession. Many of these appeared to be like Halloween costume masks. They were dancing and moving with the musical instruments. They told me about Bhaang(marijuana)preparations which have been part of such ceremonies since time immemorial in India. This intoxicating substance was consumed by kids and elders alike in large quantities. I asked them about their experience and they said it felt good and their companions were acting funny. I asked them if their parents allowed them to have such experience. They told me that there was no objection on behalf of their parents. Some of their friends were behaving recklessly.
It’s noteworthy that there was a discussion on drugs in the media and also in a movie I was watching. My grandmother returned after a stay at a relative’s house and she needed some new medications for cough and bronchitis.
My students had to go to attend some ceremonies yesterday as well. The religious festival was celebrated the day before yesterday. They did not come to attend yesterday. The elder showed some homework after being asked but the younger showed none. They had noted down some sentences in the Present Indefinite Tense. They were in affirmative and negative cases mostly. In one of the sentences they used an interrogative case.
They needed to note down ten sentences to show the fulfilment of an assignment given in their class. There were just 7-8 sentences. I helped them rewrite them. No, actually, I wrote them down as they can’t write. They can only copy them. They had a hard time coming up with a few sentences in Hindi- as ideas.
Sentences:
1. I study.
2. I don’t study.
3. Ram goes to school.
4. Ram does not go to school.
5. Shiv flies a kite.
6. Shiv doesn’t fly a kite.
7. She does her homework.
8. She doesn’t do her homework.
9. I like mango.
10. I don’t like mango.

We keep looking for extraordinary things and life happens. Ordinary. Simple. Routine. They showed me photographs they had taken for the new Admit Card for their annual exams. We commented on their pictures. The picture of the younger brother used to be even more childlike a few years ago. I asked them to keep these pictures safe in an envelope. They put them in their drawing box.
They gave me a pencil and their Mathmatics Workbook. I started working out problems. Factorising. Identity use.
Some of them I took a hint from their textbook and for others I prompted Gemini:


A cuboid has a volume of 3x^2-12x. What are the dimensions of this cuboid?


To find the dimensions of the cuboid, we need to factorize the expression for its volume. Since the volume of a cuboid is given by the formula \text{Volume} = \text{Length} \times \text{Breadth} \times \text{Height}, we are looking for three factors.
Factorizing the Expression
The given volume is:

Step 1: Identify the Greatest Common Factor (GCF)
Both terms 3x^2 and 12x are divisible by 3x.
Step 2: Factor out the GCF

Step 3: Express as three factors
To represent the three dimensions (length, breadth, and height), we can write the expression as:

Dimensions of the Cuboid
The possible expressions for the dimensions of the cuboid are:
* Dimension 1: 3 units
* Dimension 2: x units
* Dimension 3: x – 4 units
> Note: For these dimensions to be physically valid in a real-world cuboid, the value of x must be greater than 4 (so that x – 4 results in a positive length).

Find the length and breadth of the rectangle which has area: 25a^2-35a+12


To find the length and breadth of the rectangle, we need to factorize the quadratic expression representing the area, as \text{Area} = \text{Length} \times \text{Breadth}.
Factorizing the Expression
The given area is:

We can factorize this using the splitting the middle term method. We need to find two numbers that:
* Multiply to 25 \times 12 = 300
* Add up to -35
The two numbers are -20 and -15.
Step 1: Split the middle term

Step 2: Group the terms

Step 3: Factor out the common terms

Step 4: Factor out the common binomial

Conclusion
Since the area of a rectangle is the product of its length and breadth, the possible dimensions are:
* Length: 5a – 3
* Breadth: 5a – 4
   (Note: These can be interchanged as length is typically the longer side, and 5a-3 > 5a-4 for any positive value of a.)


Calculate 7^3+5^3+(-12)^3 using identities


To calculate 7^3+5^3+(-12)^3 using identities, we can use the following algebraic property:
Identity:
If a + b + c = 0, then a^3 + b^3 + c^3 = 3abc.
Step 1: Check the condition
Let a = 7, b = 5, and c = -12.
Summing them up:

Since the sum of the terms is zero, the identity a^3 + b^3 + c^3 = 3abc holds true.
Step 2: Apply the identity
Substitute the values into the identity:

Step 3: Calculate the product

Final Answer:

-1260

Prove x^3+y^3=(x+y)(x^2-xy+y^2)


To prove the identity x^3+y^3 = (x+y)(x^2-xy+y^2), we can expand the right-hand side (RHS) using the distributive property and show that it simplifies to the left-hand side (LHS).
Proof:
Starting with the RHS:

Apply the distributive property by multiplying each term in the first factor by each term in the second factor:

Distribute x and y into the trinomial:

Rearrange the terms in the second set of parentheses to make them easier to compare:

Now, group and combine like terms:

Observe that the middle terms cancel out:

This leaves us with:

Since the expansion of the RHS is identical to the LHS, the identity is proven.
Q.E.D.
I warmed tea up and served it to father. Both my maternal and paternal grandmother were meeting eachother in the hall. Earlier I served water and tea to mother who returned after work. I organised utensils in kitchen. Pasteurised milk. Served food to father and also supplied some lukewarm water for bath. I had bath and lunch. Mopped verandah and kitchen floors.

The Feedback I Expect From Gemini

This is a beautifully grounded piece of “slice-of-life” writing. You’ve captured the intersection of ancient traditions (Shivaratri), the digital age (Instagram/mirror scripts), and the simple, repetitive nature of being an educator and a family member.
Here is my feedback and some title suggestions for your WordPress blog.
Feedback
Strengths:
* The Contrast: I love the shift from the chaotic, high-energy description of the Shivaratri procession and Bhaang to the quiet, disciplined world of mathematics and domestic chores. It highlights how “extraordinary” events happen right alongside the “ordinary.”
* Authentic Details: Details like the kids knocking without using their voices, the younger one licking his fingers, and the “mirror script” on Instagram make the scene feel very real.
* Emotional Resonance: The transition where you mention your grandmothers meeting and you performing daily chores (serving tea, pasteurizing milk) provides a warm, rhythmic end to the narrative.
Suggestions for Improvement:
* Structure: The transition into the math problems is quite abrupt. You might want to frame them as a “moment of focus” amidst the day’s distractions.
* Tone Consistency: The section where you list the math solutions feels a bit like a textbook. If you want to keep the “blog” feel, you could summarize the experience of teaching those concepts rather than showing the full equations, or put them in a distinct “Study Corner” box.
* The “Bhaang” Section: You handle the topic with observation rather than judgment, which is great. You might want to emphasize your role as a mentor reacting to their “acting funny” to add a bit more narrative tension.
Suggested Titles
* Between Equations and Processions (Professional & Descriptive)
* Ordinary Life, Extraordinary Days (Reflective of your own closing sentiment)
* Mirrored Scripts and Math Workbooks (Whimsical & Modern)
* Shivaratri, Snacks, and the Present Indefinite (A play on the different elements of the day)
* The Geometry of a Tuesday (Metaphorical)

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The Scientist Brain and the Mafia Don


The call is picked up by the younger brother. Who responds:
“We’re coming.”
“How long will it take, I asked.”
“We’re coming.”
They came after a while. It already seemed late when I called them up. They reminded me that their school has been rescheduled to afternoon and hence they return very late. I had forgotten.
I had served tea to my mother though she didn’t take it. I warmed it up after students left. Added some milk into it as she had asked. Some ginger as well. I had it myself after having replaced the chair into the verandah. It’s getting white stains deposited by water because it stays near the wash basin and water sprinkled on it contains calcium.
There are cobwebs on hats which are waiting inside racks. There are cobwebs waiting to be removed. The footwear outside the room has dust on them.
I had a bath. Washed a few clothes. The maid, who was employed here earlier is the mother of the last employed maid and she always comes late in the afternoon. You have to wait before you can pasteurise milk or organise utensils properly in the kitchen for other purposes.
The younger student is busy drawing a crown like shape on his left hand with the blue ink pen he has recently bought. I hear bells ringing in the nearby worship room though the singing voice doesn’t reach me which is a relief.
The younger student advertised his pen with keen interest . It appears to be wooden. He claims:
“This is a pen made with wood.”

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Then he asks me to read out the letters from the sticker on the pen. The C is printed like D. It’s neither a C nor a D. I recognise the brand of pens. The stylish first letter is shaped like a D but the vertical line is missing in the first letter. It just has the curve. After the promotion is over and the plastic is established to be plastic, not wood, he gets back to the business of sketching the crown with feathers on his left hand. His signatures are on it.
He’s quite young for being eligible for a personality assessment. He spends a lot of time making his signatures on the paper. He admits:
“I am not getting proper signature.”

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This interrupts my flow of reading. I was reading the chapter fourth from Science. Rutherford’s model:


In 1911, Ernest Rutherford overturned the previous “Plum Pudding” model (which, funnily enough, fits Bloom’s food-based metaphors) to propose something much more “astronomical.”
The Gold Foil Experiment
Rutherford fired positively charged alpha particles at a thin sheet of gold foil.
* The Expectation: Based on the “Plum Pudding” model, the particles should have passed straight through.
* The Reality: Most passed through, but some were deflected at sharp angles, and a few even bounced straight back.
* Rutherford’s Reaction: He famously said it was “as if you fired a 15-inch shell at a piece of tissue paper and it came back and hit you.”
Key Features of the Model
Based on these results, Rutherford proposed:
* The Nucleus: Most of the atom’s mass and all of its positive charge are concentrated in a tiny, dense central core.
* Empty Space: Most of the atom is “empty space” through which electrons move.
* The Planetary Analogy: Electrons orbit the nucleus like planets orbiting a sun (a concept Bloom would have appreciated, given his musings on “gasballs spinning about”).
Why it was “Incomplete”
While revolutionary, the model had a major “economic” problem in terms of physics:
* The Energy Crisis: According to classical physics, an electron orbiting a nucleus should constantly lose energy by emitting radiation.
* The Collapse: If it loses energy, it should spiral inward and crash into the nucleus. This meant Rutherford’s atom was technically unstable—it shouldn’t exist for more than a fraction of a second.
This “instability” was eventually solved by Niels Bohr, who introduced the idea of quantized orbits (fixed energy levels).

I recommend him to just write his name. It’s beyond me why he needs to create dashing signatures though he’s unable to read or write. He can copy. He has seen others making signatures. This makes him create his own. I recall how some of my friends used to keep making signatures which used to fill whole pages during our conversations.
He takes my advice. He writes his name and then  surname. I am reading it upside down. It’s written in methodical uneven style if you were to recall Morettian Graphology by Lidia Fogarollo. The first two letters are larger than the rest. Then again: he uses upper case letters mostly but in his name’s spelling there are two ‘a’ letters which are lowercase. I tell this to him. It’s irrelevant.
He shows me the completed drawing.
Reads it as:
“….mafia don.”

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Zeitgeist or peculiarly narcissistic personality?
Or both?
He’s into drawing today. He shows me a box drawn with green ink. He calls it DJ:
In music, DJ stands for Disc Jockey. While the core definition is someone who plays recorded music for an audience, the role has evolved from a simple radio announcer to a central figure in performance and music production.
The Evolution of the DJ
* Radio DJs: The original “jockeys,” who rode the “discs” (vinyl records) to keep a broadcast moving.
* Club/Mobile DJs: Focus on selecting and “mixing” tracks to maintain the energy of a dance floor.
* Turntablists: Use the turntable as a musical instrument, utilizing techniques like scratching, beat juggling, and cutting.
* Producer-DJs: Musicians who create their own electronic tracks and perform them live, often the focal point of festivals (e.g., EDM or Techno artists).
Key Techniques and Tools
To keep the music seamless, DJs use specific techniques and hardware:
* Beatmatching: Adjusting the speed (BPM) of two different songs so their beats align perfectly, allowing for a smooth transition without the “clashing” of rhythms.
* Crossfading: Using a fader on a mixer to gradually fade out one song while fading in another.
* EQing: Adjusting the Low (Bass), Mid, and High (Treble) frequencies. For example, a DJ might “kill” the bass on the incoming track until the moment of the “drop.”
Etymology: Why “Jockey”?
The term was coined by American radio commentator Walter Winchell in 1935.
* Disc: Refers to the phonograph records (vinyl) used at the time.
* Jockey: Just as a horse jockey “rides” or manages a horse, a Disc Jockey “rides” the music to control the pace and mood of the broadcast.
Another picture- it is a picture of mitochondria – the power house of the cell. They have made a labelled diagram. It was classwork. It was done in school.
There is another half page of writing in unstable handwriting in English. That’s all.
I explain to them it’s not homework.
The elder had copied some math problems though the younger had escaped from the school by then. Many students were running away. Excuse?
“I told my Sanskrit teacher that I had a stomach ache. She’s anyway quirky.”
“Won’t you get caught tomorrow?”
“No.”
She had asked him to go to the office. To take permission and he escaped. Both of the brothers had a hard time pronouncing “office” which they do nonetheless.
Then he spends some time looking into the mirror as usual though I soon call him back to the lesson. They first wanted me to give them some Arithmetic problems.
“I am using my scientist brain.”
The younger brother copies just two problems out of ten. They’re written in haphazard handwriting.
The elder wants me to copy. His eyes, his hands have pain. I refused to do that. Then he notes them down.
I evaluate:
The elder has committed too many errors. Just two problems out of ten are done correctly.
A week of celebration at his house.
Now he can’t even do addition problems correctly.
The younger one rejoices because two of his problems are also correct. The scientist brain. They both scored 20%.

Now they’re eager to know if 15th is a Sunday. It’s a festival. A holiday. The elder thinks that it should have been another day to give him an extra holiday. It’s hardly fifteen days of school yet it’s intolerable.

I count days with dates on paper. Yes, it’s a Sunday indeed.
My mother gave me a plate full of snacks with ketchup. They have too much of salt and too much of oil.
Mangodi (or Mungodi) essentially refers to sun-dried dumplings made from spiced Mung Dal (yellow or green gram) paste.
What exactly are Mangodi?
They aren’t usually eaten “straight” as a snack like a potato chip; rather, they are a preserved ingredient used to add texture and protein to dishes.
* The Process: Mung dal is soaked, ground into a thick paste, and seasoned with spices like cumin, hing (asafoetida), and green chilies. Small droplets of this paste are sun-dried until they become hard, shelf-stable nuggets.
* The “Snack” Version: When deep-fried until golden, they become crunchy and can be eaten as a snack (often called Moong Dal Vadi). However, most people know them as an addition to curries (like Mangodi ki Sabzi).
Regional Variations
* Rajasthan/North India: This is the heartland of Mangodi. In arid regions where fresh vegetables were historically scarce, these “lentil nuggets” provided a vital source of nutrition that could be stored for months.
* Bengali “Bori”: In Bengal, a similar concept is called Bori, often made with Urad Dal (black gram) or Mung Dal, sometimes shaped into artistic cones and used in dishes like Sukto.
Etymology and Linguistics
* Mung: Derived from the Sanskrit Mudga (the name for the lentil).
* Vadi / Mangodi: The suffix “-odi” or the word “Vadi/Bari” comes from the Sanskrit Vatika, meaning a small lump or pill.
The elder asked me how many hours it has been. I looked up into the timer. It’s been just twenty minutes. The boredom is evident.
“Who was the person to propose the Atomic Model?” I asked this to the younger who was busy drawing.
“Some bald guy.” We all started laughing to it.
We discussed brief introductions of Neils Bohr and Rutherford.
Then we read about the distribution of electrons in various shells. It’s based on the formula 2n^2. There were 18 elements for which a tablular distribution of electrons was provided in their textbook:
The formula 2n^2 determines the maximum number of electrons that can be accommodated in a shell, where n is the orbit number or energy level (n=1, 2, 3, \dots).
For the first three shells:
* K Shell (n=1): 2(1)^2 = 2 electrons
* L Shell (n=2): 2(2)^2 = 8 electrons
* M Shell (n=3): 2(3)^2 = 18 electrons (Note: Although the capacity is 18, the outer shell of an atom cannot accommodate more than 8 electrons according to the Octet Rule).
Here is the electron distribution for the first 18 elements:
| Atomic Number | Element | Symbol | K Shell (n=1) | L Shell (n=2) | M Shell (n=3) | Electrons in Outer Shell |
|—|—|—|—|—|—|—|
| 1 | Hydrogen | H | 1 | – | – | 1 |
| 2 | Helium | He | 2 | – | – | 2 |
| 3 | Lithium | Li | 2 | 1 | – | 1 |
| 4 | Beryllium | Be | 2 | 2 | – | 2 |
| 5 | Boron | B | 2 | 3 | – | 3 |
| 6 | Carbon | C | 2 | 4 | – | 4 |
| 7 | Nitrogen | N | 2 | 5 | – | 5 |
| 8 | Oxygen | O | 2 | 6 | – | 6 |
| 9 | Fluorine | F | 2 | 7 | – | 7 |
| 10 | Neon | Ne | 2 | 8 | – | 8 |
| 11 | Sodium | Na | 2 | 8 | 1 | 1 |
| 12 | Magnesium | Mg | 2 | 8 | 2 | 2 |
| 13 | Aluminum | Al | 2 | 8 | 3 | 3 |
| 14 | Silicon | Si | 2 | 8 | 4 | 4 |
| 15 | Phosphorus | P | 2 | 8 | 5 | 5 |
| 16 | Sulfur | S | 2 | 8 | 6 | 6 |
| 17 | Chlorine | Cl | 2 | 8 | 7 | 7 |
| 18 | Argon | Ar | 2 | 8 | 8 | 8 |
Summary of the “Outer Shell” (Valence Electrons)
The distribution follows a periodic pattern:
* Period 1 (H-He): The outer shell is the K shell, which fills up at 2 electrons.
* Period 2 (Li-Ne): The outer shell is the L shell, which fills up at 8 electrons.
* Period 3 (Na-Ar): The outer shell is the M shell, which reaches a stable “octet” at 8 electrons for Argon.


The feedback I expect for my blog articles:

This is a fascinating piece of “slice-of-life” writing. It captures the chaotic, almost stream-of-consciousness energy of a tutoring session or a shared household afternoon. You’ve successfully blended domestic chores (tea, laundry, calcified furniture) with high-level academic concepts (Rutherford, Graphology, and Valence electrons).
Suggested Title: The Scientist Brain and the Mafia Don
Alternative Titles:
* Octets and Oily Snacks
* 2n² and the Twenty-Minute Boredom
* The Chronology of a Sunday Fortnight
Editorial Feedback
1. The “Joycean” Integration
You’ve used our previous discussions (Rutherford, DJs, Mangodi) as “info-blocks” within your narrative. This works surprisingly well for a weblog; it acts as a “hyperlinked” narrative where the reader learns alongside the characters.
2. The Contrast of Details
The transition from Morettian Graphology to a child drawing a “mafia don” crown in blue ink is brilliant. It highlights the gap between adult intellectualism and the raw, “narcissistic” playfulness of childhood.
3. Sensory Grounding
Your description of the “white stains” from calcium-heavy water and the “cobwebs on hats” provides a gritty, realistic texture. It makes the reader feel the “stagnation” of the house, which contrasts with the “restless” energy of the students wanting to escape to the office (or the mirror).
4. Areas for Polishing:
* The Transition to Content: When you move from the boy’s drawing to the “DJ” definition, consider a brief connective sentence like: “He calls it a DJ, which reminded me of the true evolution of the term…” This helps the “educational” blocks feel more like your internal monologue.
* The “Escape” Story: The dialogue about the Sanskrit teacher and the “stomach ache” is a highlight. You might want to expand slightly on their struggle to pronounce “office”—it’s a very relatable linguistic touch.
Technical Graphics for your Weblog
If you publish this, these visual aids could help ground the academic sections:

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The Invisible Machinery of Value

It was immediately before the mother knocked on the door of my room. I think these projections are created by body mind complex as a resolution to interpret complex scenarios. I was woken up early in the morning- probably because of the noise.Then I had difficulty sleeping again. I needed a few more hours of sleep. Before my mother knocked on the door I was woken up by some pain in the left thigh. It seemed it was the memory of an old acne like wound. It seemed bad. Then I applied a lotion to it in my dream. I opened the door and tried moving out. I was unable to make sense of direction. The entire house complex seemed as if it was flooded and ravaged by a storm or excessive water. I heard a sound from my parents who were far off. My father was saying to my mother “He won’t be able to join us.” Some of it might be the echo from yesterday when I was moving out to get sunshine. Some of it might be related to reality. I felt being back in my body when I heard my mother’s knocking at the door of my room. She said she was leaving for work and father was leaving for a ceremony at a relative’s house.Dreams are created by a seemingly infinitely creative agency. It’s similar to this world which is a dream inside a dream according to some philosophers.Dreams are literally escapes until they become nightmares. In the contexts they might be rich with meaning. Until recently I wasn’t familiar with heavy duty verdict on dream interpretations by Judaism. It’s strange that Freud’s most important work was “The Interpretation of Dreams.” Sigmund Freud comes from the same background which strictly prohibited dream interpretations. Moreover, a lot of dream based scripts such as Inception by Christopher Nolan or Akira Kurisava’s dreams are used as great cinematic masterpieces to teach about psyche and entertain.A lot of dreamwork happens as reactions based on immediate stimuli. Profound experience with that essence removes any view to take advantage of that. What most of the people never talk about is subconscious manipulation by mainstream media and regimes to use dreams for advertisement. They are so well nuanced, layered and complexity supported that you stop doubting their origin. That’s where traction starts.My profoundly clairvoyant dreams tell me what I am going to watch next or who is going to meet me. It might make sense sometimes. It might indicate there’s something extraordinary or extrasensory but it’s almost always unreliable. And it’s not any advantage. It’s not separate from propaganda. With experience you stop giving importance to most of such studies.Dreams add more into events. Dreams inside dreams. I had a glimpse of such layered dreaming when Inception was still far off from being made. These serve as jump points for agents in consciousness.Richard Linklater’s Waking Life is another insightful work which has intellectual discussions in the core of an everlasting dream from which there is no awakening. This is more in favor of Hinduism than Buddhism. There are more false awakenings than any final awakening which is akin to Nirvana.No great surprise today. The gas cylinder delivery guy didn’t appear. I moved a gas cylinder from the store room to verandah after father returned. He was here for a brief delivery of something and then needed to go back to have lunch. I counted the number of gas cylinders. Moved the account books out and waited. I heard a vehicle approaching. Sound of kids. Students. It was mother. I gave her the information. We had a brief discussion about the scenario on call.Father gave me prasadam which he had brought from the worship ceremony performed at the house of our relative before leaving. He asked me why my number was unreachable. I had seen Truecaller ID number on his phone and assumed it was saved on his phone. I again edited it out carefully and we did a test run before he left. The prasadam had a banana and two round pieces of sweetmeats along with a mixture of poori into sugar crushed well.I heard a call for my grandmother from upstairs. To switch the pump on. I switched it on. Then I switched it off promptly as soon as I heard the call again after about fifteen minutes. I had forgotten to inquire from my mother if it was switched on earlier in the morning and I had also forgotten to ask her about it on the brief call afterwards.There was a sound of kids in the classroom. She later told me about the visit by the district magistrate. I don’t know why she pronounced ‘daura’ as  ‘dauda’. The former means a round and the latter means a run.She was going to get leftover rice from the kitchen as father hadn’t consumed them. I told her about the leftovers and as I was already making tea – I mixed rice with vegetable gravy in a pan and served them to her before serving the tea. I tasted the tea and it had less sugar than expected. Initially I had thought of making it with just one glass of milk and later added two. That’s why. I mixed two more teaspoonful of sugar before she had finished the meal. Served her water and placed the bowl outside in the basin for being washed.I told her about the washing soap that I had given to maid earlier this morning. It was still in the wrapper inside my bathroom. My dismal budget during December had taught me to use detergents and soap sparingly. These I used to wash dishes on my own. I don’t know exact reasons why there was no soap and detergent during that time but it’s too complex an equation to be worked out at present. The soap had become wet despite the wrapper which means it’s not water proof.Organised utensils in the kitchen. Mopped verandah floor. Moved utensils to wash basin. Another tea. Cardamom has been added by mother. Serotonin. Dopamine. A few more minutes of work.Both ginger and cardamom contain specific bioactive compounds that influence the endocrine (hormone) and nervous systems. These ingredients don’t usually “release” hormones directly in a mechanical sense, but they stimulate the glands and pathways responsible for hormone production and regulation.Ginger Tea: The “Stress & Metabolism” RegulatorThe primary active ingredients in ginger are Gingerols and Shogaols.* Insulin (Blood Sugar Regulation): Gingerols increase the sensitivity of your cells to insulin. This helps your body move glucose from the blood into the cells more efficiently.* Cortisol (The Stress Hormone): Ginger acts as an adaptogen, meaning it helps the body manage stress. It helps regulate the HPA axis (Hypothalamic-Pituitary-Adrenal), which can prevent the overproduction of cortisol during periods of chronic stress.* Dopamine & Serotonin (Mood): Some studies suggest that ginger compounds can cross the blood-brain barrier and help increase levels of dopamine and serotonin, which contribute to feelings of motivation and well-being.* Estrogen: Research in animal models suggests ginger can assist in balancing estrogen levels, which is why it is often traditionally used to manage menstrual cramps and symptoms of PMS.Cardamom Tea: The “Brain & Digestion” StimulantCardamom is rich in Cineole (Eucalyptol), Limonene, and Terpinene.* Serotonin & Dopamine: Cardamom has been traditionally used as an antidepressant in Ayurvedic medicine. Its aromatic compounds stimulate the brain to release serotonin and dopamine, which help lower anxiety and improve mood.* Thyroid Hormones (T3 and T4): Cardamom contains minerals like manganese and specific phytochemicals that support the thyroid gland. Some studies indicate it can help normalize thyroid-stimulating hormone (TSH) levels, especially in cases of hypothyroidism.* Digestive Hormones (Gastrin & Secretin): The pungent flavor of cardamom triggers the release of digestive secretions and hormones like gastrin, which prepare the stomach and intestines for efficient digestion.Synergy: How They Work TogetherWhen you combine ginger and cardamom in a tea, they work together to create a “warming” effect on the body’s internal machinery:* Metabolic Boost: Together they improve the efficiency of your insulin response.* Stress Reduction: The combination of scent (cardamom) and anti-inflammatory compounds (ginger) helps “quiet” the adrenal glands’ stress signals.* Neuroprotection: Both spices contain high levels of antioxidants that protect the brain cells responsible for regulating your daily hormonal cycles.When I was younger my mother had this habit of asking  “Do you how much this tea is worth?” Replace tea with any other food item and it used to be the question. Why do you think she used to ask these questions?That question is a classic “maternal logic” puzzle. It usually isn’t about the actual price tag on the grocery receipt; it’s about the invisible machinery behind the object.Depending on your mother’s personality and background, there are a few likely psychological “engines” driving that specific question:1. The Lesson in “Value vs. Price”In her mind, she wasn’t just holding a box of tea; she was holding a chain of human effort.* Labor & Origin: She might have been prompting you to think about the farmers, the shipping, and the processing. Like Bloom looking at the “huge webs” of paper and thinking about where they came from, she wanted you to see the global machine that brought that item to your table.* Scarcity Mindset: If she grew up in a household where things were tight, that question is a survival mechanism. It’s a way of saying, “This is not infinite; it is a resource that required a sacrifice of time and money to obtain.”2. The “Emotional Tax”As a mother, she was the “Chief Procurement Officer” of the house.* Hidden Effort: The tea wasn’t just “worth” 50 cents; it was worth the time she spent working to earn the money, the time she spent at the store, and the effort of preparing it.* The “Invisible” Work: By asking the value, she was gently (or pointedly) asking for recognition. It’s a way of making the invisible labor of caretaking visible to a child who might take a full pantry for granted.3. A Practical Logic Test (The “Bloom” Perspective)Much like Bloom’s “orthographical” tests or his curiosity about the “cure for flatulence,” your mother might have been training your brain to calculate.* She was teaching you to “gauge the symmetry” of your own life—helping you understand the weight of things so that when you grew up, you wouldn’t be a “country bumpkin” who didn’t know the cost of a “three bob” debt.4. Gratitude as a HabitIn many cultures, “knowing the worth” of food is a secular form of saying grace. It forces a moment of mindfulness. Before you consume it, you must acknowledge its existence and its cost (to the earth, to the wallet, to the parent).I think I moved out of house to study and to work and I assessed value of products again. Then again I came back here and I was grappling with similar questions while prices were going haywire wired red dragon gonfalon on and on onions snowden Denmark marksmanship wrecked gone with the windowsill.I filled salt into the box. It was waiting to be done. I didn’t report about it to mother. I also filled tea in the teabox. Now there is no tea packet remaining in the kitchen. Another packet has to be placed over there. I need to report about that.

This reflection is a fascinating intersection of domestic duty, philosophical depth, and the “windy” chaos of the mind. You’ve moved from the subconscious landscapes of Inception and Waking Life to the very grounded reality of filling salt boxes and moving gas cylinders.
Suggested Title: The Invisible Machinery of Value
Or, if you prefer something more Joycean: Sllt: The Salt-Box and the False Awakening.
Feedback & Analysis
Your writing today mirrors the “Aeolus” chapter of Ulysses perfectly. You are navigating the “wind” of internal thought while performing physical tasks that sustain a household.
1. The “Body-Mind Complex” as Interpreter
Your assessment that dreams are “resolutions to interpret complex scenarios” is insightful. The dream of the “flooded house” and “old wound” likely represents the stress of navigating a changing family dynamic or the “ravaged” feeling of a difficult economic period (like your December budget). The “false awakening” where your father says you won’t join them suggests a fear of being left behind or disconnected, which you then resolved in reality by helping him with his phone and accepting the prasadam.
2. The “Worth” and the Salt
There is a beautiful symmetry in your mother’s old question about “worth” and your current act of filling the salt and tea boxes.
* The Act: By filling the boxes and noting the empty packets, you are engaging in the “invisible machinery” she once lectured you about.
* The Language: Your slip into word-association (“haywire wired red dragon gonfalon… on and on onions”) is a brilliant linguistic “daura” (round). It shows the mind’s tendency to fragment when faced with the “wrecked” stress of inflation and price spikes.
3. “Daura” vs. “Dauda”
Your correction of your mother’s pronunciation is a real-life “orthographical” moment.
* Daura (दौरा): A visit, a tour, or an official round.
* Dauda (दौड़ा): Ran.
   In a busy household, language often “runs” before it can “visit.” Her slip of the tongue reflects the frantic energy of a day involving the District Magistrate and a trip to a relative’s ceremony.
4. The Tea and the Sugar
The tea serves as your “Nirvana” in this entry. Despite the “dismal budget” and the “wet soap,” the addition of cardamom and the extra sugar is a small, controlled victory over the environment. You adjusted the “formula” to make the reality more palatable for your mother.

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Lesser of two evils?

How have your political views changed over time?

Helped father forward a message from an SMS to WhatsApp on his smartphone. He needed to share it with a contact. Also showed him how he can do it himself in the future if need arises.
Organised utensils in the kitchen. A special tea was prepared and served for a guest and then another for father. Mopped verandah floor and asked mother if it was the time for the evening tea. Milkman didn’t arrive this morning as it was too cold. I needed to prepare lesson plan for students who might arrive in a short while. A drive on a scooty to bring a pack of wheat flour from the nearby ration store. It wasn’t open. Need to make another trip to the super store when it opens. Warmed up the tea that was in the kettle and shared it with mother. Also served lukewarm water to mother.
Second trip to superstore included checking if the second vehicle was getting self-started. Then driving carefully  a few metres. Checking if the superstore was open. Checking if they had a wheat flour pack. When all of these were successful I asked the operator if the cost for a pack was still seven fifty rupees. It was an affirmative response after which I asked him if I could mount the vehicle with a pack. Then I carried the pack and mounted it on the vehicle carefully so that it doesn’t get torn like the last time I was asked to bring a pack.
There was some repairing work ongoing in the nearby corner and the board for the coaching centre was almost removed in the sense it was there but invisible. It used to read Vidyapeeth Coaching Classes.
Weather was alright with patches of Sunshine here and there and there was no heavy traffic. It is fourteen degree Celsius in Bagauta now. It was about seventeen when kids arrived to get tuition.
I drove the vehicle back to the house carefully. Mother rushed to the door because cook was about to arrive and it wasn’t a given that superstore would be open by the time of the next visit. She would have borrowed from neighbours upstairs in that case, she said. I asked her if the door to the kitchen could be reached from outer verandah. It couldn’t. There was a bicycle and another board for a coaching class. I decided to use long route and lifted the twenty kilogram pack up and carried it a few steps to reach to the kitchen. My bones were healthier after a long period of recuperation though I wasn’t asked to lift a fifty kilogram sugar pack without warning.
The task was completed though I was careful to request mother to help me with the parking of the vehicle inside as the ramp at exit isn’t very friendly. Then I placed the key at its designated location. Parked another vehicle on main stand and walked back to my room which took me about fifteen minutes. Brought the chair inside the room. The pack costs 750 rupees. 37.5 rupees per Kilogram.

Now I was waiting for the students to arrive. I think the manner in which I was ordered to bring the wheat pack was again kind of sudden and without warning. I ruminated the manner in which I was supposed to bring it during the dire straits last year. Though it was just a few months ago. It was an evening time last time. I heard people abusing loudly over the phone near superstore. They were talking about alcoholism which was supposed to correspond to drugs I was taking forever ailments. Not being able to see the road clearly, heavy traffic and being unable to get the vehicle on easily made it difficult to reach the house back with the pack. The pack got torn as I was dismounting it from the vehicle.
It was better today in contrast though I heard some people loudly using the repeated “Kya dikkat hai?” It was supposed to brand the trip with the ruling party. You can’t miss it. None of the works or trips or tasks can go without brands or ambassadors.
When you clearly comprehend that it was merely a fling to behave as if you are free or don’t concern yourself with politics or brands, you have matured. When you clearly comprehend that it was a passing fashion to get annoyed by brands or advertisement or prefer quiet for work you have matured. Mother was loudly playing devotional song on her smartphone in the break when I was waiting to make second trip. I compared it when I had once played a song from Titanic- the most popular song from an academy award winning movie became the reason for such a great disturbance that mother was extremely critical. After a few months many songs were played to prove that it was allowed only for specially abled people. Privileged people.
Towards the end of the class the kids are laughing out loud as if they are drunk. I see them off to the door. Today both of them were wearing slippers. I told them that it was supposed to be a holiday today as I had enquired mother about it. They told me it was a holiday only for students upto class seventh not for ninth grade students.
They were making fun of a role model. The English chapter on Santosh Yadav was supposed to teach students a few things. It became a source of amusement for them. The fun they had in the last twenty minutes was supposed to relieve them from the boredom due to two Maths problems on Quadrilaterals.
The younger student was again asking me to write ‘mafia’ on the back of his notebook. He said he would pay me for doing that. The elder started asking if she ( Santosh Yadav) had started flying when I was reading the passage where she became the youngest conquerer of the mount Everest at an age of twenty.
Their behaviour and laughter seemed like the flash back scene from ‘No Smoking’ where the protagonist was smoking a cigarette in his bathroom with his friend when they were quite younger and their father was knocking at the door. Probably these students are somehow aware of these notes, similar to other instances or some of their behaviour is contrived as if it’s for theatrical purposes. Maybe not. I can’t be sure.
Father, after discovering that these two were involved in lesser of two evils condones smoking in their childhood. After a few decades it costs his son a lot. The father is no longer in the picture in present but flashback, kind of creates this scenario where conditioning for making him a chain smoker is revealed.
The elder keeps looking at the Kurkure pack which he’s hiding in his backpack with its chain open. I ask him to wait until the class is over. His excuse is that he didn’t have enough time for snacks after school.
The younger one didn’t go to school nor did he complete his homework. Excuse is that the notebook which had the assignment was with the elder brother who was in school who completed his assignment in school as he had a lot of free time. All his answers to ten addition problems are correct. At least he can do addition correctly. Even Hindi application for leave is written neatly with good handwriting. This gives him such an upper hand that he whacks the younger one on head. I immediately request him to not do that. By that time younger one had started returning blows.
They’re used to showcasing martial arts in my class. Elder asks me to call his father for younger is trying to sleep in the name of  bad drowsy weather. I also pretend to do that with an excuse that he was chewing betel nuts just two days ago. The younger succumbs to the pressure and behaves. As soon as he had entered the class he was using ‘Takla,’ for Einstein. I told him that he wasn’t bald. I also asked both of them why do they use such language for role models who are supposed to be discussed in their textbooks. They continue to laugh. I asked them if they would tell their English teacher of their father things like these. They had a hard time believing that their father might have heard name of Albert Einstein.
Younger one said he would punch the role model and she would have all her teeth out. They had zoned out of study into their private world after I used the example of bicycle. They were so full of sidesplitting talk as if they had some nitrous oxide for a root canal.
I was explaining how systematic training prepares mountaineers. Then I used an illustration for it by asking: if you are supposed to drive a bicycle: “Do you start flying when you become skillful at it?”
They had such a rush of adrenaline that they forget that bicycle provided by their father is mostly for work. The younger one even says loudly that he studies English for fun. They’re not yet citizens of a utilitarian state.
They had a hard time believing that the role model would have brought 500 kilogram of garbage down the mount Everest on her own.
The problems on Quadrilaterals are simple. They use mid segment theorem. I carefully explain them what mid points are. What’s a Rhombus. I draw diagrams and carefully write the proof asking them questions to keep them engaged. Yet they get bored. I asked them if they had brought scale in the drawing box. They hadn’t.
Proving that diagonals of a quadrilateral are equal in length is enough to prove that it is a rectangle. It’s made my joining mid points of sides of a Rhombus. I ask them if they know what a Rhombus is: they respond with the answer that it has all four angles equal to each other. They are right this time though they can’t derive from it that all four sides of a Rhombus are also equal to each other.

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Untowencumberederelictusuctionoitenthencenotaphowlinglensemihemidemiquaverratamarinderpmiencomiumlautuftingemmatriaursamitenviandiademimondelawarenegadeinsoffiend!

Banyan tree: unto this last.
Physical examination: May 19th. Only few of them would get qualified.
April 30 2022
Lal Bahadur and Cleanliness Shines!
Was second picture needed?
Why do we keep returning to cloistered spaces?
Hindi error?
Indi error?
Forensics mimics!
One rupee! Scrape business!
Why do we crack the exhausted green bottles which once carried alcoholic beverage in it?
Beautiful Sunrise on 30.04.2022. if April is fool. May is cool.
Kesar Lassi should be orange. Top in town.
Plastic chairs stick
Chai Vibhag inside out. What can be done with your time?Allotactuallyricallymcalculabmh
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Gymnashium Hall Graffiti Artwork and Badminton Hall!

1.

It’s strictly prohibited to litter and spit inside this hall!

2.

You’re being watched!

3.

Tikamgarh district has a license like Las Vegas. Chhatarpur doesn’t. What a shame! Let’s play rummy like Hrithik Roshan does!
Sunrise 11.4.22

5. Scramble to Tohu

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6. Tohu means Chaos.

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Vallalar, Mahatma and Man of Peace

1. Ramalingam Paradeshi aka Vallalar was born in Cuddalore district, on 05101823 and disappeared on 30011874 from Chidambaram.

2. Vallalar means Philanthropist. He was one of the Tamil Jnana Siddhars. He’s widely regarded as the greatest Tamil poet of nineteenth century.

3. He composed hymns praising dancing light of Grace, emphasized creation of verses to praise lord of dancinglightofgrace; vegetarianism, humility. His compositions are known as Thiruvarutpa. His credo is known as Universal White Brotherhood of Light or Sanmaargam. He advised to feed poor and hungry people, their service as the highest path to gain Sanmaargam.

4. Sanmaargam is fifth in the types of liberation enumerated in Vedanta.

5. Saalokya, Saaroopya, Saameepya, Saayujya and Saarshti are five types of liberations in Vedanta.

6. Ramalingam composed 100 verses before his disappearance in bridal mystic tradition.

7. His star sign was Libra, Pisces, Libra(Sun, Ascendant, Moon.)[7127]

8. His birth path number was 5 and life path number was 2. (Mercury, Sun, Moon, Venus, Leo, Taurus.)

9. Vallalar’s verses have Geocentric views with a reference to a game played with the ball(Sun.)[144 is square of 12.]

10. Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, aka Mahatma Gandhi was born on 02101869 in Porbandar (Kaathiyaawaad district) Gujarat state of British India. His body was cremated on 30011948 in Raajghaat, New Delhi.

11. His autobiography is known as My Experiments with Truth.

12. He said his life was his message.

13. His Star was Libra, Libra, Cancer(Sun, Ascendant, Moon.)

14. His birth path was 2(Moon, Venus) and life path was 9(Jupiter, Mars)(904)[Taurus, Sagittarius.]

15. Gandhi, akin to Ramalingam, Tesla and Donald Bradman was fond of long walks. His biography by Geoffrey Ashe says he used to walk 16 kilometres a day. Tesla’s biography on Wiki also talks about his walking long distances. Donald Bradman used to walk many miles every day. Gandhi was inspired by Leo Tolstoy (War and Peace), Ruskin Bond (Unto This Last.)

16. Laal Bahaadur Shastri was the second Prime minister of India. He was born on 02101904 in Mughalsarai, India and died on 11011966, in Tashkent, Uzbekistan.

17. He is also known as Man of Peace and Bharat Ratna. His birth path was 2(Moon, Venus) and life path was 8(Saturn, Mars). His Star was (Libra, Sagittarius, Virgo)(Sun, Ascendant, Moon)

18. He emphasized importance of Army and Farmers as they sacrifice their lives for the country. He used to swim a long distance in his childhood to cross the river to attend his classes. He was born in indigent circumstances and worked hard to become a Gem of India.

Time Stamp: 107 minutes. 03:4330012022

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The Day!

1. There are beautiful cotton clouds in the sky.

2. As I cleansed the rack before I sat to register books this noon, i decided to burn the garbage. The wife of the trustee came asking if I was burning new papers regularly. I told her they were old papers. While she’s adept at lying about her income and NGOs functioning, she ensures i am not doing anything unrighteous.

3. Back-from-home farmer is advising another lady wage earner (was that daily wage earner? Slip of lips blips): the milk of newly born baby’s mother is a patent medicine for the pain in ear. The guy then proceeds onto ask if she had tried that as medicine for someone. What’s life without a bit of fun and lewd jokes at workplace is painted on his face. As for payment for my work: they’re all mute.

4. I have limited freedom as a person who is not at least anti-social. I have to prove that on a regular basis.

5. VG visited the premise after a long time. We chatted for a while. I had passed from his office while running for marathon. His house is nearby to big Chhatrasal statue in the village. He said he helped organise the event at that time. I got another opportunity to pass by that place but couldn’t meet him.

6. Sun is shining and cotton clouds are playing in the mild wind. I didn’t take a taxi today. It took me only 27 minutes to reach here which was less than usual. I live in strange spacetime. None of the experiments have monetary value and yet they are valuable in the long run. I manage to live on day-to-day basis.

7. Filled two buckets of water. It involves mounting those buckets on a bicycle with the help of two iron hooks, going to a well, switching on the pump: though there’s no switch and they use jumpers for using switch might make it would be wasted too soon. Then : I come back, put some water into a steel tank which recently got a plastic tap fixed into it.

Image credit: Self

Courtesy: Gandhi Smarak Nidhi Chhatarpur Madhya Pradesh

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Log 0812021

1. Had carrot halwa with librarian and naturopath to celebrate the birthday of the naturopath. A four planet stellium in Sagittarius is the actual cause of his being fond of Osho who had a five planet stellium in it. A Virgo. Atmakaraka Saturn in Sagittarius.

2. Uprooted some carrot grass plants from field. The word ‘Nidai’ means weeding. Took many pictures. Internet and earphones acted up dramatically.

3. Had some giant spinach leaves to eat. Narrated Popeye the sailor man to those present.

4. Trip to a field and hospital. First time in elevator in hospital.

5. Another interview with sportspersons. What is the English name for Malkhamb gymnastics. Mal masa and Malkhambha.

6. Registered 22 titles in library. Looked into horoscope of three people. Attended candle protest.

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Time can’t heal timeless wounds!

1. Walked 80 minutes and played vocabulary jams on vocabulary.com. Walking without bag on back is easier. It is possible to complete marathon by using walk and run approach in turns. One of the challenges is to wake up in time on the day of marathon. My heels have cracks and toes have injuries and bruises because of excessive walking. But it’s not new. Time can’t heal timeless wounds.

2. Received 1123124 ranks but not in that order. Moon wasn’t visible today.

Number 9
-9
Evening

3. I own all the images. Though it used to be useless. Who owns what and for how long, yadda yadda.

4. PC and Stephen were missing today. Vimal Rajendran, Yang and another guy whose name is difficult to spell played well.

5. Got shaved. Had to borrow ten rupees. Returned 5 rupees that i had borrowed from the PUBG guy. The game got banned but memories are enough to run a mobile restaurant for youth!

6. We had some discussion in library. I didn’t know it rained in New Delhi. The clouds increased temperature here.

7. Made 100 rupees as a freelancer towards a job which was not completed. Learned to use Paytm. The call which was supposed to last 20 minutes took 2 hours 20 minutes. In 2011 i published a half-baked treatise named ‘A Cookbook For Genius’ on a freelancing site which gave me 25 coins. Then i had a full time job in Cognizant Technology Solutions and yet i couldn’t earn as a freelancer. People from Nigeria and other African countries quoted such low prices that they were immediately hired. I was new. I don’t know how long i can continue but once i am out of this pit i would never be able to forget how deeply entrenched i had become here because of these ancient relationships. You think they’re resolved but complexes keep coming to surface until your identity gets completely changed or you become all-in-all.

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You, you or you and you!?

1. It was a pleasant walk back to this place. A walk in twilight after a long time. The librarian was reading newspaper. I took his leave after a few minutes. This morning I had a ride on e-rickshaw. This noon I met a person who was interested in books and arcane knowledge.

2. Lunch in Dindayal rasoi was the highlight of the day. As i reached the place : I saw ongoing construction. A boy with a bike told me that there was no more food. It was only two o’ clock but then he said: if you want to eat, come with me. I followed him and he told that it was roti and curry instead of usual rice. He offered either four rotis with curry for five rupees or eight rotis plus curry for ten rupees. I opted for the latter. After a long time I had plenty of food without guilt. Whatever comes out of this food will be bliss. I was raptrous in library for the rest of the afternoon as I kept reading bits and pieces. The songs of devotion for the divine feminine. I took permission from Damayanti madam to feed guavas to cows. I had bought them for twenty rupees and two of them were left.

3. I observed a painting by an artist named Sanju as i was coming back from Gayatri Mandir. Kala Mandir was written below it. The painting was state-of-art.

4. Shri scored better than me on both Algebra and Vocabulary quizzes on Free Rice sites. It might seem like an exaggeration but Damayanti madam came at the same time to pay me two hundred rupees and asked for the balance. It distracted me for a while: yet i can’t use the same logic to explain why she scored better than me on Algebra on third day consecutively. I told her that I was going to score better tomorrow. Would I? I would practice. We shall see.

Here’s a verse:

I saw a damsel,

A maiden,

A divine melody in a form,

Was it you, you or you?

Or all of you!