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Der Name Der Ball!

1. The future is Now. It’s what was written on the shirt of the kid who was born in Wales in his previous incarnation but now he was walking before me with a cautious gait.

“Daring to live the future Now: ” It’s what the part of the tagline of the book “Walk Out Walk On,” says.

I got a coin. It was released on 150th birth anniversary of Tagore.

15 rupees per plate was the cost plate hanging on poha stall today. It means I should only eat half plate everyday. It recently happened on Gopal samosa agency. I did feel involved in the process this time around. But: I can’t increase my fees.

2. I bowled 23 times. Things do seem slightly ritualistic at times of festivals but the truth is: I did what was needed. To bring about balance. I walked at first and then I ran. It was a pleasure to do so.

3. I enjoyed the juice. I later saw Purushottam inside the stadium. The morning session was pleasant. I walked to the key hanger and asked if Shri would sit for an hour today. She didn’t. Kids should play on festivals. I should play the game I play best. The guy who came to donate clothes went back.

4. There were 51 shops inside stadium. The kid was making figures on sand. It kicked the football once. The eldarin from Tiwari team saluted me and later a police officer with the same tag appeared near the fruit stall.

5. Deuteronomy: the 14th shop is Siyaram. The second last is Cock. Cockroach. Cokalorum. Rumpledstiltedskeineptitudeutronomy.

6. You think so? The Sun shone brightly and a picture or two I took as shoulders they shook. Hooks were denied. The pipplayan tree and the thread were captured. The white cotton, the opening of a shop, the price tag: don’t you think I am in on it? I am in on it until I can manage.

A biker. Two kids. Bachelor of Arts.

7. Satan. Shaitan. Saturn. Turnip. Nipped Nippon ponytails tailgating gatecrashing inglenook Donnybrook.

8. Though I have prosopagnosia of sorts: Vivek recognised me. His eyes were red. Sunny. I was thinking about the North East and it happened. He told me he works in Sikkim. Pawan was his batchmate.

9. Saline lines. Celina. Ley lines. The harmony I was looking for. The space and musicality of being.

10. Nehru created canals. Worshipped baal like everyone else. Only the method was different. I was programmed to follow the righteous path of increasing light but I dropped out before I could reach the dazzling heights of Vallalar. Northern people took over. The instrumental deficiency always made me feel as if I knew a great amount of wealth in my previous incarnation. This one was to turn the wheel of Dharma but I couldn’t do as much as was needed…ah it’s all a fiction. I have it all somewhere on the back of my head: like Win Wenger: creating wealth in resourceless countries. I should read Walk out walk on! I never thought I belonged.

11. But then there was an urge. A surge. A demiurge. Urgent argentum. Muttering ringu gulch ravine vineyards ardent dentistry tryst strident trishul. A cipher to decipher. A code of sentimentality.

12. I reached the level 33. DLOG was my only friend and a kitten who later disappeared. People kept laughing and I kept walking. Bye and bye.

13. I saw the dance. I danced. I heard the music. I played. Ah the delight of getting rid of delusions! Ah the freedom! Ah the blissful abode. The Absolute.

14. Is there anything I am forgetting? Sohung instead of Shivoham means: the secret telling that the hanged man of the Vaitaal Pacheesi is deluded and without music. The name brings fragrance in all dimensions. The nameless name. The indestructible indescribable unfathomable. Mystic ball.

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Events Recently

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.

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Events Horizon!

It rained. The fog on the mountains nearby is the most captivating sight. The roads look bathed. Drenched mules were trying to procreate. The scenery before the rain and during a thunderstorm is better than after rain. But this region welcomes any and all rains. I am happy to see farmers relieved. The rain left the clouds, but the fog stayed.

2. The fog is mysterious. Mystery is a class of beauty which is exquisite engagement of mind. A harmony beyond. The mystery of fog is the manifestation of the song of the land

. 3. I was studying faces. There are those who chew gutka and spit incessantly making spots topos sapota saponified personified edified. There are those who take pride in their gait. Then there are those who look curiously at you. No matter how many times you walk on the same streets : you find new faces. No matter how many times you photograph the same places: they are novel with new details. Same with the themes: that’s why I never understand people engaged in the miserable business of trying to pinpoint people for plagiarism unless there are shameless copycats. Let dead past bury its dead. “But it’s a tremendous amount of work, you know!”

4. I met an octagenarian on a tea stall. He started talking about “cross breeding.” It was clear he was a puritan. But instead of talking about helping others or educating masses to help reduce the population: he was talking about the upper castes copulating with lower castes and creating degeneration. Such progenies elope. They create the diseases like Corona: he said proudly refering to the tale of Ramayana. Humans are ignorant. Natural selection by Darwin might be wrong but you need to be a Genghis Khan: a rare Butcher to inseminate a significant amount of degeneration. I find the women from the yellow races more attractive than the rest. Is it the DNA of Genghis Khan or the devil has gotten hold of me? The conviction with which old people voice their opinions makes them an interesting study. Its basic human instinct is to want to procreate.

5. Another small accident. Such incidents must be normal in the rainy season but I was not walking outskirts before. The contract owners for broadening the highway or creating a connection to the bypass have shown two mishaps within the fortnight. I wonder if they blocked the way knowingly by creating an accident because they knew that the temporary diversion might flow in the rains once again like last time. The government will create an elevated road to finally alleviate the ongoing problem.

. 6. The way is to create events which don’t evolve around you or your family. Being a witness without taking sides. This is the worship of the dancing light of Grace. I waited for the rain to stop before moving out but it was drizzling so I kept an umbrella with me. At the moment when I was walking towards the park, I saw a tiny umbrella like a child holding it and dragging it along the ground, past the drain with the big fish.

7. Beyond painting scenery and mysterious words which mean nothing what else do you write about? He asked. “If we don’t talk about something else,” I said

. 8. I write about movies I watch. I suspect that I am becoming more like my teachers and it’s partly to support my sustenance. I find I was much swift in mastering Grammar and Calculus and did it on my own mostly to retain it even after two decades. But I wasn’t smart enough to invent a time machine or cloak of invisibility. I have travelled in time but it was accidentally. Not anymore useful than a good dream which happens on its own. But I think I have become more creative about writing for the last couple of decades. The last two movies I was trying to watch made me sleepy. I would try to get back to them.

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Events

A stench of carrion enters my nostrils. It rises up from the depths, and the thick fog of the Seine, which has been swirled up by the mistral, mingles with it. A murder of crows has been feasting on the dead body of the piglet. The wolf, which is still in the den, moves his tail up and down as he dreams. pics around that place tell you there were no pigs in the vicinity. It is during the night that he frequents this dark forest, which is a rest for him, for he has no other place to sleep.

What do you want to ask? Oh, I’ve come to ask you about that beautiful castle. The Mad man was smoking a cigarette wearing a cap it was not yaar Mulk and he was standing under the Statue of Dr Ambedkar. How can you explain that the rich have got richer and the poor have got poorer? It was drizzling all along the way and the dog stopped me on my way to that shade near the petrol pump where am I have my snacks and tea before I return to home on my morning walk. As strange as it might seem: the dog wouldn’t have been encouraged to look into my eyes unless there were its owners nearby: I was engrossed by deep place of dancing light is this brown dog came right before me. On my way back I had a bamboo shaft in my hand but the dog was gone. Then I saw an old man with a stick moving slowly.

A strangeThing happened yesterday. I was thinking about my footsteps 2 years ago. A dog was attacking a pig and be spectacled boy was intently watching it. Yesterday there was a guy who was unable to move through a street because some dogs were barking. And today I was stopped by a dog on my way to tea stall. It is Naga Panchami a festival celebrated by Hindus in which they worship Nagada as Nagas represent the life force in nature. It is also the birth day of Kalki Avatar of Lord Vishnu. The third Death was reported in this city due to the Corona pandemic yesterday. Now the rate of the deaths in the world is highest as it was 3 months ago. Yesterday I wrote Amla in one of the nodes and today one lady died who had the same name at any age of 101 years. You have heard about the death note anime series which was my favourite for a while but 820 train synchronicities have nothing to do with that anime series. I am sure about that.