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In the end was the end!

1. Don’t know how it ends. I am happy to have commented on her posts in a civil manner. It’s a success.

2. I received a coin which had 2017 as its release year as i bought the incense sticks. Crackers were bursting nearby.

3. I bowled 50 times. It was easy to focus on catching and bowling to target but slightly difficult to breathe. I still think it’s the smog they create here on a regular basis. I absorb plenty of that air.

4. I sat in the field for a while as Sun was setting. They were going towards a well. I felt relieved after reading her verse. If our communication was as civil some three years ago: i might have been happier. Old debts. How much of energy, time and effort was wasted in merely being lucid in communication. All people speak different languages. Different groups speak different languages. In the end you’re left with your own version/interpretation of reality. It might be stoic or solipsistic or both. The next step towards civility might be to not expect her to read my posts or to acknowledge them. Not everyone is equally attractive/appealing. People have their priorities.

5. There’s not much worth remembering from this day. A rocket was going South as twilight was getting darker. Just besides the Moon. Then a star popped, silently.

6. Did the tall ladies: two of them in a day mean something in particular? I really don’t know. There’s tonnes of irrelevant information i process on a regular basis.

7. The star on Church gate has a pentagon and five triangles. Though i already commented on that: the bulb is not in the middle of the red pentagon. It’s towards lower right end. The Moon on the top of the shaft is tilted : just like the heads of Jesus and Mary.

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Charity and Memory!

1. I had charity food after a long time today: in one packet there were four pooris and some dry brinjal potato curry which was tasty though I wasn’t very hungry. Whether it was orchestrated or not: they reached the Gandhi Smarak Bhavan the moment I reached and like the day before when I had introduced Ashutosh Thakur to librarian I had to introduce these people to the staff. It was their father’s punyatithi. One year since he departed. It was also a Punyatithi or birthday for Tiwari Ji, Sardar Patel, Indira Gandhi : I was invited to stay for the memorial after the class but I needed rest.

South

2. The stadium is reserved for election. I don’t know if it would only be Sunday. I bowled five overs in morning and about three overs in the evening: a total of 50 balls today. In a way my body is recuperating and getting rest which I might not have allowed it if ground was available.

3. Nothing spectacular. Plenty of rest. I need to play some vocabulary jams now.

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Tenet

1. This was a pleasant day. It might seem odd: as I have plenty of money to feed myself for next ten days: my students who once used to dominate me seem to have disappeared. Their reasons might have a basis in reality but all of them needed a place when I was weakest. Still waiting for recovery of all funds. Rupees hundred bonus.

2. Today’s game was top notch except a few shots hit on my loose balls. I didn’t expect this much of advancement but again: contacts have a tendency to proliferation : exponential like infamy. I was constantly worried about the safety of the smartphone because if it’s not there : music disappears and then I am again face to face with hounds who neither let you live nor let you die. Music was the greatest protection but in the innermost core such rotten fungus was found that I could never meditate for as long as it was needed. Such is the path of vegetarians. Path of people who have been conditioned to exercise purity of speech, conditioned to abstain from alcohol, drugs and meat. Conditioned to be original and studious. It’s a constant war and I haven’t seen the twilight zone bird since many days. I have reached some of the goals : like finishing the writing of the mantras in the first book(almost) and reaching 55000 grains(almost) on Free Rice, which amounts to one kilogram of rice donated on behalf of the United Nations World Food Programme Free Rice. On Vocabulary jam my performance has been improving but to gain the hall of fame like I did in the year 2017 is impossible because of the constraints. To be able to do any transactions online you either need good friends with bank accounts which means dependencies or PAN card which needs money. To be able to afford normal things would take at least ten years of systematic hard work whereas I don’t project more than ten days at once.

3. That police van isn’t back here means something. What it means is up to official interpreters for no matter what I assume : it would be contradicted: therefore I rely only on observations. There are no absolute authorities in rotary clubs. People who have enough money to spend can paste their banners on billboards. Today I saw one jeep which had “Bharat Sarkar” written on it. Usually it’s a designated driver as advertisement of government but today it was a vehicle with four or five people inside it.

4. Desires don’t know fulfilment. I am absolutely certain about it. Perhaps wish fulfilment happens in some heavenly dimensions where I have never been to. Here: stadium is available to me for a few hours of practice after a year without any guarantee. Same with the room I live in, the benches (dirty surroundings) I sit on. This is the civilization I lived in the last ten years. There is flux as Buddhism teaches about. It’s certain. The change is the only measurement of time. After having died and having become convinced of dreams and suggestions : though I need not be worried about what comes next : I still don’t know who really was an adept. Whether eight armed gods and goddesses and giant snakes in oceans exist or not. It’s a mystery.

5. It’s a good note. Waiting for the tenet.

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White Path Was Not Always White! Ethereal shrine in Thillai!

1. After the initiation in Delhi: I was investigating mandalas. I was given two names at the moments of most severe headache and suffering. It was almost when I was delirious: first one was Vaibhav Choubey Galla Mandi, Chattarpur. Second was: Subhash Ahirvaar who used to visit the Gandhi smarak bhavan. Why were they special? Because the transition was unique and much needed. Family members or memes in form of popular politicians, friends or neighbours were tainted. But these people, the new ones had least amount of dirt and they signified my perfection in terms of being aware of transition between realms.

2. When the curtain was lifted: there was no sweetheart. I had many coconuts abound. I had spent time in search of perfect enlightenment for many eons. Was Ramalinga the Vallalar an adept, like Patanjali or Shakyamuni or was it merely a myth like Vaasudev Shri Krishna and Narayana the sage? I had spent many rounds merely deciphering lingo of Bundelkhand region comparing it to Hindi, Sanskrit and English words. Fractals, Teleportation and other technology remained mystery. Not more than what was available during childhood days in form of popular songs and videos was available. I learned to appreciate modesty. I learned to economize and to be charitable.