Birds

1. Birds are chirping sweet on the branch of the neem tree. I am free. For now.

2. It rained since yesterday evening. It was drizzling as I left the premise with my students. It was quiet until the class wasn’t over, then it started drizzling until it drenched us. It has been happening for two days.

3. There were 4 cows and 13 mules being driven towards the village of the Moon by a man. Here is the place to insert the latest pictures:

4. I politely requested this dog to pose for a picture.

5. There were 8 tractors with trolleys full of sands. It’s a highway which knows no rest. Dogs are marking their territories by urinating on truck wheels. A cement truck.

6. The joggers are on the rise. It was cyclists for a few days but I guess slippery roads after the rains might not be as conducive for cycling.

7. The green leech which bugs chickpea and grain are abundant under this tree. Couple of them are being hunted by a swarm of ants as distant pigeons warble. I never knew they were capable of such swift movements.

8. Maybe heaven looks like this. Maybe. But you need to keep walking in order to merely maintain the flow. The heaven is costly. Maintenance is costly.

9. I had a strange dream. It was like a surreal movie with signs. I had been missing such movies. The year has entered into a weather which might be conducive for reading and writing. I am trying to inculcate some good habits in my students. The feedback has been positive so far.

10. Yesterday, the granny beats the kid. Kid is unruly but the manner in which it happened is strange. First the power cut due to the maintenance. Then the hailstorm like sudden rain. Then the call about new willow from his mother even when she knows that it’s the class time. Then altercation. The beating. Kid wants me to speak lies on his behalf whereas grandma imposes all the rules for me. The contract of employment strains me some times.

The Voice!

Beaten tracks,

Stuffed racks,

Decks,

Tracks of vehicles,

Which have passed before,

I hear the name of the tractor driver,

Who looks like,

A tea maker,

How many coincidences,

It takes to call it a rigged game,

Lame duck,

Dame pluck,

No luck,

How many deaths to dream,

The realms of the dead,

Dragonflies and electric polls.

Anatomy of Ataraxy!

You are beautiful. Beauty is whatever makes one blissfully aware. The secret to happiness is to make habits that are healthy and easy to control. Take for example the news item:

speaking in groups is necessary to make you feel better: I understand it fully. I have experimented with it. But the effort it takes is the cost. I consider it better to study oneself and realize. I think generic results are just that: generic results. You should know just the enough to get by. Pride makes people contorted. Just examine the faces of children: natural beauty is being yourself. It’s not being artificially humble. And the first impression is forever.

2. I read a notice on a park wall which read:

” The penalty for littering here is 5000₹.”

I walk couple of steps to see many gutka pouches. I was chewing sweety Supari as one of my students was making me addicted by giving just a bit of these flavoured betel leaves mixture. I can afford the mixture for now. I had to share my expensive sweets with my son and daughter

. 3. I have no sons or daughters. The Nepal and Indian ministries are fighting over nativity of Buddha, Vyasa and Patanjali: funny thing is that none of these individuals would have differentiated between nations beyond a mode of behaviour in everyday lives. The cook besides the tea stall was a witty storytelling device if there was ever made one. What do you consider to be a characteristic of unique writer? The stories of the characters are delightful and they are like folklore characters.

4. I for one: never gave a thought to being a writer. I wanted to end the suffering like Buddha and countless others: I used all that was available to me and writing was one of the tools among many for the same. I think sometimes: will that “Echo” guy ever stop liking my posts? I have written about 100000 words on this site. And there are hardly one or two guys who like what I write. It’s fine by me. But the writing as in packaging, polishing, selling and shamelessly promoting your content needs an intelligence which doesn’t really make you any more profound than the pen/stickers/diary sellers on buses or snack sellers on passenger trains. The sad Truth is: like protecting your girlfriend, wife or land: you need to work to protect your credits for many reasons. Leibnitz/Newton to Tesla/Edison: there are plenty of examples of great minds working hard to protect their credentials. It was the effort which might have gone to further research and publications. But life doesn’t happen in neat packages. Krishna himself was working his way through strifes and later Bhakti age movements by Meera/Chaitanya/Ramananda and many others realize something unique by using his teachings or ideal. Life is infinitely creative but art is marketplace commodity giving sustenance to many. All I can say is: “Next time you find a product which gives you love, peace, energy, fame and power, try to give the same back to the universe.”

5. It’s a blank. Humid lanky chicken kenophobia hobnobita tabanid horsemaybluecolddragonflyovertureundertoned.

Here’s a tohu verse: I invented this format by looking for long words but it hasn’t been recognised yet: chattypicalculustrousulcusualacritzygotenetsukeratosisalubriousulkingkongombroonomatopoeiambictusufructualarmingdynastylerdurdensemensensualistervineyardentistrystudentistryingallimaufryearlyrenegadeaconnocturnalacritympanumbattuesdayayaveracitypecasteriskydaddynamicroscopictorallyingutturallophoneycombudsmanticleonasmorgasboardingpointzerodomontadeodorantennapanatelamonocleonine

One more tohu verse: Her beauty even made the moon blush; her deliciousness even made the moon cry.