1. At 22:00, tucked in the quilt which I bought in Bangalore, after a nice, memorable walk as streets were almost empty when I was returning, thrillers of vocabulary jams on vocabulary.com as stadium was empty, until the caretaker decided to lock me out, and I went to sit on a bench outside the number two school where I had the most delicious pulav this noon, then I sat outside the number one which I am wont to do listening and lipsyncing to some classic songs.
2. I woke up late after the noon class. I was dreaming a dream which only left vague traces in waking memory: friends, journeys and mysteries.
3. I had snacks which she said were hot but were not. These people are poor. They’re abjectly poor despite a monthly income which exceeds 140 times mine, which is merely my pocket money. I am rich and happy, comparitively. I am not complaining : I am telling you about the quality of life from my viewpoint and it has always been so. My unhappiness was always vicariously felt dread for ignorance of others. My happiness was genuine and mine. Left to myself with a handful of tools which helped mind isolation: I was always happy. I am always happy if people let me be.
4. I scored 3456 ranks on jams. Other than PC, Stephen and Paul have also emerged as winners. I need to practice more to stay in the shape. My bowling has been only five to six overs per day in the last three four days, which means I am not running as much and though it was partially because of elections crowding the stadium and its neighbourhood-it has given my muscles time to recuperate which I being a martinet might not have given. Sometimes martinets become masochists.
5. There are books in the queue. Lori liked my posts and people like her remind me how little I actually read. In my defence: I have to toil hard for pennies. In one of the class I am teaching for five rupees per hour, in another for about ten rupees per hour. It’s only one class which gives me a decent 30 plus rupees per hour. Farmers, labourers and such might complain that they’re not getting to reproduce as many offsprings or not getting as many ganja shots as they need to: I am the one who doesn’t get a good internet connection or enough privacy to watch a movie. No freedom to take leave from work or any decent income job. I am not a slave but my freedom puts so called poor people to shame.
6. Unless I state things clearly: which people want me not to in the name of being primp: I assume responsibility for things which I didn’t create: like living in a strange society: where on one hand I do live below poverty line, OTOH I am not subject to any benefits provided by the government or community because my miserly goblins of parents and relatives would ensure that I am not entitled to any benefits by keeping all my documents and ruining my history. I am the one who took responsibility for being free from slavery. I am free, though not as comfortable as I was just ten years ago.
7. Tenet movie has a version available online which instantaneously produces sleep. I would wait and by then the desire to watch would have died. Neither Nolan’s mistake nor mine. It was the same at the time of Interstellar. I am using a smartphone which was hard earned with a delay of about one year and the internet speed is not better than 2G on most days: though it says it’s 5G. By comparison an average individual in Korea is living in a heaven. This is what it all comes to in the end: countless lifetimes of merits accumulated to give me a birth in a place where I long for a place where I may watch some porn in peace. A good internet connection. How small I really think. Indeed! This is a country of liars. No dreams get fulfilled here!
8. When am I going to get back to reading the constitution of India? Perhaps when it’s time.