1. It’s not a problem. It’s only a narration of an event. I was listening to the morning news near a Komatsu road roller which has skating wheels. I was thinking whether it’s a story or a narration.
2. When, I saw the driver approaching the vehicle. He was brushing. The driver was brushing the tire of the road roller.
3. On my way back from the tea stall: a guy with a stick in hand was chasing a cow. I saw the guy as I was passing by the Komatsu road roller which had been parked.
4. A driver was waiting for me to approach. He spit on ground. For the reason that I had been standing near the road roller. What did he not like? Did I do something illegal? No. Not as far as I know. I told him that I had not done anything.
5. Maybe he didn’t like my face. My presence. My attire. My walking style. It’s not for the first time I have seen couple of people spitting on road. They belong to Ku Klux Klan. The Saracen foundary established a pillar in Gandhi Smarak Bhavan garden. She is the daughter of M.S. Khurana, ex-Chief Secretary of Jammu & Kashmir.
Hard at work eh?
6. A bespectacled lady was doing round on a bike . She was learning to drive. The second lady was the intriguing case. Not the first one. The epitome of hounds becoming Baskerville basketballs was seen here. Do they expect me to be unreasonable to the hierarchical structure? They shouldn’t. I’ll simply let their arrogance turn them into the nimbus.
7. The black insect is called ghamra. A bird called Ghenga picked it up and flew away while my interlocutor was saying that birds don’t eat its kind.
1. It’s a strange notion. But I have expressed it more than once. What if, the biggest illusion woven by the mother matrix was patriarchy?
2. Gurdjieff told about hierarchies in his strange tales. But you need to grasp the icons.
3. Queen of the british kingdom or Moon which represents feminine care giving or hot Venus which is made up to be an exquisite beauty queen: bees do have queen and not king.
4. What if all women were born with clairvoyant powers and women empowerment was a fake movement like all fake news about the crime against women being on rise?
5. What if matrix used all women, all along with all leaders to merely draw out all the life force for the maintenance of the solar system?
6. If: any of it’s true : you might have been systematically poisoned. You are neither male nor female. Move out of the matrix. Don’t take sides.
1. Two birds on wire were nuzzling each other. A buffalo was singing a song in a strange voice. The Sun shone brightly and there were no rainbows.
2. There was a bus without any passengers or staff, parked just about a hundred metres away from the pipe where the truck had toppled. I feel it’s obvious that there were very few people on the way as I started walking. I was thinking about the possibility of waiting for the tea on the second stall. But it was not open at all. There were some players in the railway ground. They were singing the song of the brotherhood.
3. The parasite on the shepherd’s shoulder was there since yesterday, when he went to cut the grass off. The smoking man was talking about the theft that happened recently. The father was telling the kids to come back and take a rest.
4. The third kingfisher sat on the neem tree. It started speaking in a strange tongue. It wanted me to believe in something I didn’t believe before. The conviction that new identities related to events and people which are new are actually ancient is one of them. It’s contrary to the recency illusion in which you develop a delusion that something is recent whereas it’s actually ancient: for example the word ‘methinks,’ is not new and it’s found in Shakespeare but I was convinced that it was recent when I first encountered it. I saw indra’s net and I saw its signboard along with damsels. The dreams are akin to waking life if you have enough deja vu. Sometimes, in the true sense of deja vu, the signs of the presence of some past event are so strong that you can mistake that event for the present event.
5. Breeze is soothing. There was a cricket on the shirt and it kept chirping. The people developed a new trait: to show some artificial damage just to satiate some gossipmonger, because yes, you understand what righteousness or knowledge truly is: playing the ancient game of counting ducks and doing reparations. Strange world in which I lived is getting stranger. A biker passed by saying “yes, this is the net, indra’s net, with a billion eyes in it. I saw an insect crawling on my phone yesterday. It was a spider. “Let me take a photo of you, Mr. Spider,” she said, “to show my friends.”
6. Small cloudlets are travelling in Southern horizon. I feel relaxed. The burden of work has reduced. There was a war in which Artemis was present. Sweet birds sing lullabies now. A ray of starlight is shining here and there.
1. The birds were chirping sweetly. Sound of a distant truck approaching gets louder. Doppler. Doppelganger. Granger. Germane mane inane anemone one two three…seven is the number of the heavenly crows on an electric wire. Buffaloes do their morning march. I convert starch into glucose. A Tupperware seller trudged on bike towards the petrol pump as its fuel unexpectedly finished before his destination. A bus got stuck in a large pit this morning as the driver couldn’t see the opening for optical fibre cable line. The bus was going to Rewa and it came from Gwalior. I had seen the cable yesterday and stopped for a while to observe it. The earthen stove of the tea stall guy was cracked by someone yesterday night. He would take help of the CCTV footage to find the culprit. The Baba Shree truck which had toppled is back on track but still needs repairing. It has been here for three days. A tram passed by with a harsh sound. A kid was kidnapped yesterday and discovered. The case was reported by one of my students as it was in his neighborhood. The kidnapper was a young man whose family worked for the afflicted family for a long time. It might seem strange but my student repeatedly used the word “slavery.” He said that one family was slave of the other and it might be true but as far as I know slavery has been abolished. Django Unchained. Quentin tarantino tintinnabulation. We are not slaves of government or aristocrats. The black commando can’t beat us at their whim. They can’t invent new diseases nor can they keep you inside houses or force you to subscribe the dish TV which feeds the nation state hate stories or religious political propaganda. Our right is protected by the international law.
2. Yellow butterfly. I took the phone out of my pocket and a dog started following me with the hope of getting something to eat. The prompt tea stall number one guy is an alert admirable old man who opens early every day and gives you a ginger tea. He had spotted me and was waiting with five rupees jeera biscuit and tea. Ah, what more courtesy did I need? I was floored. I didn’t take any pictures before a certain place because there were way too many people. It was too crowded but still I took some.
3. There was a drove of cattle on road. I drove them away as drivers had difficulty. They kept coming back because they were fond of sitting on road. Accident which happened yesterday was reported to have happened because of one such drove. The cable guys today could also have put a sign board saying that there was “work in progress” and it would have saved the trouble. A bike slipped yesterday on the road which connects the main road to the colony I live in. The cable work. The road inside is narrow. People encroached the public land. Everyone took just a few feet and it was supposed to make them happier. Walking on road is difficult now as four wheelers, bikers, tractors and pedestrians all have to walk on a merely twelve feet wide street together. Don’t even talk about the bazaar. The people would say they are happy for their choices. This is life. Minus an exit like euthanasia. You could be referred to BMC Sagar for Corona where you surreptitiously disappear. They would say I am paranoid and have a negative view about life but would never explain how a 20 feet road inside the colony became a 12 feet road. I am the greedy one for heaven’s sake who has taken all the internet space. All the bandwidth and all the smartphones in the world. I sure eat like pigs with an income of less than 3000 rupees per month. I applied for a PAN card and it was a private company. Like Musaddi Lal of Office Office fame I have been there four times. Ah, but these are difficult times and private companies are also acting up like government ones. They create big schemes and then people stand in queues chanting names of yashasvi(famed) ministers. We are droves of cattle, please drive us dear Pashupatinath, in the divine form of greatest among the leaders of all galaxies and systems. All the newly printed currency notes are given to us at the banks.
4. Bikers were busy doing some ritual yesterday. A lemon on my walk. I belong to none and to all but those who don’t know what it means to be human take pride in a few customs as much as to consistently pursue you for this goal or that. I was given a coin which had 125th birth anniversary of Nehru printed on it, I gave it to the old lady who made a nice ginger tea. The morning has already been eventful. The news about the toppled truck was not published in the local newspaper. This tells me about how much information reaches you on an average day. Dragonflies. Dragon fly. I saw neptunian, foggy and dreamlike mount hidden in the divine fog. I was wondering about the neverbefore seen mist. The adept. The alchemist. I was walking on a road laid by humans. The life. Divine beauty. Enraptures. Resplendent Sun looked like it was taking a dip into a pool of clouds. In the center of the road there was a tree. The tea stall guy starts cursing the vandals. Yesterday morning his bike’s tyre also got pictured.
1. A blue, fuel tanker, passes with a glue in eyes. A lady was sitting with her face towards back on the backseat of a car.
2. I was wondering, do you drive?
3. I pass through the kingdom of the Yaldabaoth, who kept none of the moths, unleashed all of the dragonflies.
4. I don’t. The driver was coming from Satna, going to Gwalior, carrying cement packages. He fell asleep at about four AM in the morning. Moon was rising in the Cancer ascendant in Pushyami quarter four with North node conjoint in the twelfth house whereas the eighth lord was retrograde in the seventh house of Capricorn. No one was hurt. The accident happened at the same spot the madman was scripting a heartwreching scene with a wounded left hand. I first saw a red trailer with a busted tyre and then a truck toppled into the sideways where wiring work was on going. The morning has been eventful.
5.In the beginning was the beginning. Then came the middle followed by the end. People like being talked about, either in good vein or bad. I spotted a mangoose as people returned after watching the crashed cemented truck. Highway means accident. The things that started happening last evening were scripted long ago. I would be honest: the crane sings. People are running for their lives yet some are busy building their careers. Most of the other people’s identities were lost in identity crisis.
2. The lady asked me umpteenth number of times: “so, you won’t marry?” Yes, mam, I won’t. Don’t you know by now? Mysore, angry young unstoppable retired officer. Then those students who had not even an iota of sincerety become orchestrating devices of something, which might be what? Oh, their golden career? I wish you well. Work harder. Serve. The very kid who is scared of something brings some guys whom he introduces as goons. The dejected conspirators first create a cause, which is not the first cause, then they create an artifice, which is not an effect at all. A few birds are picking grains from the ground to feed themselves and then a chain of red ants. It must be abstruse for them to understand this plain logic: pseudo monks, pseudo leaders, pseudo do gooders. If I do something you are jealous if I don’t you are restless. Who was it the last time around? The college kids who didn’t even pay for using the library. Who were there only because they wanted to know what I was upto. It’s so because when I am talking to you: you fall asleep and when I move out of your sight I somehow become dangerous.
3. If there will be 15 students, which I am sure will be there, because you look like a bright guy, people will start talking. What will they talk about? The space has been used for all kind of activities. I have either read books or meditated or spoken to some students. If you want me to pay the rent on a future date, say so. If you don’t want me to continue helping your ward, say so. I don’t see anything wrong with that. I won’t sit for fasts for your cause which is doomed. I won’t serve this political party or that. It’s strange that she first became an employer then started acting up like she was unhappy.
Is it the flamboyance? You don’t sit with us. Why would I? You treat people like shit when they have no money in their pockets. I have each and every event in the last two years etched in my memory and I can see through you. No matter which place I have been to, I have tried to give more than I took. Enough with your stuffed mule toys and magic charms. Who will save your soul? One cabal inside the cabal criticizes another and wants you to voice your opinion on the same so that they may use you as a punching bag or stepping stone.
4. There are people who sit with you and talk the way you want them to. You call one cartoon character after another and I have seen enough of them in my college. I am fed up of your nauseating rubbish for sure. I don’t want to talk about it, but tell me why I shouldn’t say anything.
5. Look at this: the head of the family has some enemies: they’re your enemies by inheritance. You neither like nor dislike the head of the family. The siblings create some along the way. They consider it duty to bring it on me. Some people are unhappy because I am shaving my head and not marching with them in the zombie apocalypse. The guy wants you to serve him even when you are doing your job. The college kids act as informants while you tried to enlighten them. They don’t have any idea what kind of stone crusher they are in between: ” Well, your enlightenment and all is all good but you do look like different. Like a human being. Ah, we would pass this on to our owners and make you kneel.” The lady has no time to talk to you. She talks snobbish and suddenly the same lady has so much time to touch repeatedly on your wounds. Are they even wounds? I tell you on your face: these conspiracies is all you have been trained for. Keep them to yourself. This is as fictional as it gets. How valuable am I? You saw my underwear and I saw your bra. What’s the difference? Aren’t they both undergarments? Act for your salvation lady. I am not interested in you or your gimmicks. I honestly think you have given me more attention than I deserve. I am a nobody and I would like you to treat me as such. Employing police officers for spitting on road? I did think they had something better to do. Here’s another tohu verse:
Tohulkamikazephyryearlyrealtorporousualarmistycoonosynchronicitypicalamitympanumbattuesdaylightightwaddlepatedemantoidempotentateetotallerthantheeleewaywardensedonnashvillageoldocumentationictussselevenusunambiambicarustleoninephriteofpassagewaywardentistrystutgarrduressecernebulanternuchampionomatopoeiaitologyrationsnowfallaughtersevereserverisimilitudeutronomytoechondrialtabanidittowardsnowdenmarksmanshipiscineuterrafirmashuplasmasteroskyrocketinglingastronomygododderingulchopinewoodenzelectorallyingyanglersulcussingularitzyvottenetuftummyonderelicthonusundrye I thought that she looked pale, but still there was a glow on her.
6. A man with a tricycle passes by. A man has plenty of grass on his bicycle. I do what I say. If I am employed to teach I teach: that doesn’t make me your slave. Another employer has another story. Some other day. Another punctured bike. He asks me the repair shop. The mechanic was here on tea stall. I hope you know how to read fiction. The tricycle owner was very angry.
1. A pig was lying on the highway. A dead pig. This was a sign that a band of robbers was in the neighborhood.
2. A bunch of dogs was sitting besides it, ready to feast. They all had their tongues out. One of them had black marks around eyes as if it was wearing a mask. Only thing which stopped them from the feast was the morning walkers and joggers. It was the morning walkers who were the most wary.
3. The joggers woke up early but some of them were young and lacked discipline. Instead of running or walking, they were shouting and talking : taking the pristine silence away from the dawn. The very sight of the bold thieves took their breath away.
4. The Sun was shining brightly as it was fed up of playing hide and seek. I saw an unmounted electric poll and some new polls. It seemed the fog of the dewy morning had given way to those four birds on the electric wire. The iridescent scent. Birds play with words. Irenic descent of cenotaphs. The dream of chaos was in full swing, wings of desire sire their progenies thusly: As for the other feathers, they fly high, but never fly too high.
5. Wait for the mails from heaven oh wise one! Listen, oh wise one! The dark green leaves scattered on the ground.
6. The first calamity is to be born in the realm of death: discover real “me.” Next, to be a crystal: bring it to the place you wish to reside.
7. Time capsules: globules. The second calamity is to have relatives : to be dependent or to have others dependent on you. The third calamity is to be ignorant: to be devoid of learning or wisdom.
9. The fourth calamity is to marry. And the fifth is to produce progenies : thus ensuring the cycles of birth and death, pleasure and pain. The sixth calamity is to have possessions.
10. The seventh calamity is to think that pursuit of unsullied reputation can yield one happiness. For pursuit of reputation cannot bring contentment, since one’s reputation changes with time.
11. The eighth calamity is to be not able to find the thread of the space-time. To think that space-time are not plastic. That time is an absolute ruler. It’s the worst of all calamities for all living . And the ninth calamity is to be prevented by all means, from being able to perceive the beauty of existence.
12. The existence is being. It’s an unaltered truth. The beauty is bliss. It’s peace. Temporal beauty is merely a projection of it. The temporal beauty is a beauty that is subject to change.
1. It was a story inside a story: I didn’t expect the grandma to offer me water and tea. It was rare but it did happen. Her son was out doing work for he had been out of work for long. Peevish crying everyday. Bugging one and all and finding faults have been his lifelong obsessions which got extra demonic these days. He neither let you sleep well nor let you eat in peace. His greedy restlessness was hunting you because you seemed like an investment gone wrong. The scorpion mother tried to put her lust into fake caring voice which she still confused with motherly care but surfaced only when her husband was not around. You either understand scorpions or you don’t. These ladies were playing good cop. Temporarily, to draw out something from you. On command of their owner– In order to know what they considered were secrets I was carrying in my heart, whereas, I had no secrets and I saw them coming from miles.
What do they say? Once Bitten twice shy! Why, oh my my, I was bitten a zillion times so to say, by millions like them and yet couldn’t be shy but I had mastered to slay their dragons and scorpions just in time to ward them off. The best revenge is to live well.
2. Wordlstar Cafe: was constantly closed. What made it a decade and half ago seemed like a progressive step in this town. Pizzas: costly food which is not healthy for your budget or intestines. I had no pizza in the last eight years and I secretly craved it sometimes. Cozy Star Cafe: why did they name these cafes like that? Now, there were two ultra modern hotels for marriages but the pandemic was playing pandemonium umlaut plaudit dithering ringtone dipthong Hong Kong dingdong singsongs Singapore claptrap humdrum humbug gummy worms Armageddon donning Inglewood wodden dense mesnes nested loops bloops Nescafe nascent scent incandescent bulbs. Come to think of it, the whole town felt as if it was in a decrepit state.
3. I had overestimated their worth in every which way: especially their spiritual worth. A water ball seller was killed for asking ₹5 as the payment. It was about 25 kilometres near this town. I was having warerballs near the waterfalls when he was attacked by a drunk guy named Ramkishan and there was a snowstorm nearby. On the way back, I heard some shocking news.
Dancing light of grace 