2. Ramashankar Yadav from Benares works for PNC. He says that there was rain three days ago in Benares. How were they reporting it now?
3. There’s a cancer hospital in Kishanpura on Bijawar road. Two boys on a bike, one wearing a Big Boss T shirt, stopped by the Neem tree. I gave the seat to mister Ramashankar. The old lady walked from Gathewara to hunt treasure on Choudhary’s village. I would be exalted like this. The tryst with the dancer was supposed to be on the railway tracks. Birds are chirping and fruits of Kabir are playing ping pong with Ying Yang .
4. I recommended the burly man whose in laws live in Basaari to keep a notepad and pen with him: conductors do so. Leonardo did that. And doctor Win Wenger pH d recommended that before the smartphone era. Way too much of positive attention. Suddenly everyone was asking me the address. Earlier I was being spit on. Who is what and what the heavens is going on here? If you know, you are probably full of it, said Robert Anton Wilson. Jogging memories.
1. A burly man in his forties was talking on a red colour phone with a cream colour shirt. He pretended to look at me with authority then kept driving and then came back. He kept talking on the phone instead of letting me watch the heroic acts of Kangana Ranaut who is playing the lady Ravana in the new state sponsored chaotic movie. Politics is dirty and costly but the power shift sometimes makes it more interesting than the cinema. Chouksey ChaCha is back to pavillion but the Chhatarpur edition had decided to suddenly drop him off somewhere in November or December when Noal Harari published his only article for Bhaskar and vanished into the oblivion. I don’t want to be a journalist because it’s dangerous but it’s even more dangerous to uphold Dharma, variety and truth with one banner or another in the name of holy ass hub. Sudama reloaded.
2. The burly man said he had a call. He wanted me to remember a number like Upasana Das did. I refused to write it down on my mobile for I could remember it. Then he showed another number and asked me to help him saying that he was a villager. I helped him when he called a man who had ringtone set to “Ham Saath Saath Hain ” . God is mysterious. He was supposed to pay 4000 rupees in a post office. The mobile was actually worth 17000 rupees. Whereabouts. Nowgong was his place of residence and he had a bike with an UP number plate. He was here visiting his in laws. He offered me a lift to which I politely refused telling him I was walking to keep fit.
3. Later outside the kiosk people were talking about 17000 rupees. Three bikers were talking before: I die in Ataniya first then I die here.
1. Chutki is used for jokeful remark in Hindi but for me it means peppermint mixture made and packaged in Delhi crows are singing ginseng songs. Gingerly gingerly I say unto thee: a bike slowed down. They had a man in the middle who laughed devilishly as it looked at me. The idea was either to heal me or to get their guy healed. Clearly I didn’t go to them so they might think I am a shaman as I exhibit consistency in certain routines. I don’t want to get into a discussion about the nature of the relationship between the two subjects, but it is evident that I have a lot of work to do.
2. The vice president of the village was waiting for me to salute him. It’s evident in the manner the event of theft was brought into my attention. Something else was made into something else. There never was any Corona. Now it’s absolutely clear that it’s a hoax to control populace when you’re on verge of 5G and revelation that AI is synonymous with Godhead. Now Wachowski brothers will be worshipped instead of Christ as they had foretold what twenty first century was going to be like. I haven’t seen any death by Corona in my neighborhood. None in my family or relatives. It’s not that I want to see them all dead because it’s not a Buddhist game where you’re supposed to be alone in the centre of empty universe which you repopulate. I can escape and it’s enough. I’ve got some money for myself.
3. The mysterious aspect of godhead vested in the government uses media and police both as limbs. The more you know more you’re worth. That sacrifice is a must: is an open secret but it’s not the manner in which it’s done. Why animal sacrifices result in rains? I almost always smell dead animals when it’s raining. The ancient gods are fond of sacrifices. Did Buddha fail here in India? He enlightened you to learn that sacrifice means interdependence of all phenomenon. Coexistence means leaving your place when it’s time for others to take it. But attachment to something prevents you from seeing the flux. Hence the corruption. Space is infinite. Time is infinite. There is no death and yet there’s is this game by the matrix : to scare people of death and aging and disease. I am out of here! The matrix is a process of “we are”.
Two guys were near a narrow passage. They asked me if I knew a mechanic nearby. A man passing with a bicycle said that the Village of the Moon will be found soon if they kept walking towards the West. They put a green stick into the hole and kept driving their bike slowly. The bolt is called nut. A crow is singing. It is time to write my report.
2. A lifetime might not be enough for mastering a language like English. I have to look up so many words on a day to day basis. I think it’s because I have a poor memory.
3. I was taking snacks with tea when couple of sparrows perched down and I shared some granules with them. Then some crows, gulls and red tailed bulbous bird also joined them. They kept picking up granules cautiously moving their necks swiftly. The gulls were the most persistent. The young dog who was barking yesterday barked only once today, looked at my gait and then started wagging its tail, showing its friendliness. I asked him why he was so excited and he said: “Have you ever seen a real live zebra?”
4. There were couple of big dogs in the street today, soon after I moved out of the house, in chains which were pulled by two young men, there is another who does this in evening. Narrow streets and dogs which rush here and there randomly towards strangers don’t really make them feel comfortable. I don’t hold them guilty because they are usually going out very early in the morning when there are rarely anyone and I am a nobody. None of my problems have been ever registered as genuine but rather results of some malady, inborn or invented, cultivated or possessed , rendering me a freak of nature. The evening guy could have been more careful. However, things are what they are, I can’t change them else I would have changed them to suit my needs. There is no other way, I can only get what I want by making other people pay the price for my happiness.
1. Monkeys refused to pose for me. Kaal purusha’s yoni is monkey today: I consider it a sign because I didn’t see any of them yesterday. I zoomed out and took the shot. It was near the peppermint processing plant. A dead water snake was lying nearby. It had flies on it.
Can you see the color?
2. The twenty rupees note in the picture above was given in change for the hundred rupees note by the tea stall boy. This is the first such note in my hand. Its color is different. I think about the icon of Gandhi. Since India is more populous than most nations except China: image of Gandhi draws more psychic energy than that of image of Hanumana, Christ or Rama combined together. Almost everyone uses money and every note as a rule has Gandhi on it. 10, 100 and 20 rupees notes have greatest circulation. You should not be surprised to see Modi, Patel or Golwalkar on currency notes very soon.
3. The cement truck has a burst tyre. I hadn’t noticed it until another truck stopped by here and they were talking about it.
Can you see the burst tyre?
4. A kingfisher perched on the main road before it flew back to the electric wire. A nightingale sings.
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.
1.There’s a dead bird. It rained in night. I would be lying on a bed of lies if I said that weather hasn’t been pleasant in the entire month of August. A month of nice weather is something remarkable. I feel wonderful : you can read, write or go for picnic if you can afford. I hope that we could have some repeat of it soon.
2. The man on the tea stall was injured and it seemed it was not polite to ask as he was wearing bandages and had many bruises. I hesitated before asking. I asked once the tea was served: he told that his bike’s chain slipped yesterday near the three way. The dragonflies are in the air. I hear people talk about something which is indistinct. I can hear the sound of the sea waves.
3. The goons were back and the talk you heard was not a coincidence. It was orchestrated by cowards for obvious reasons. The subtle build up of something they never understood. Why do they need these? Because they had nothing better. To make up for the years they failed to save.
4. The hole was full of them. They had no other business but to follow the command of their owners. Their purpose was to make you cry.
5. The question was not to take the vehicle through. The question was to feel free. There was a great deal of ruckus. It’s the same sign. The old man had many grudges. Gestation period was over. The people thought they were doing a good thing. I saw that there was a hubbub bubblegum Mugwumps thumbs-up handpumps umpteen umpires pyres resplendent dentists fragrant ranting about tingling lingas mingling jingling blingbotsslingshotspotsupshots. To be a man in those days was to fight for your country.
6. There’s a strange idea about making exaggerated claims. What people can’t control : they are scared of. Whatever scares you is the scarecrow rowboats oats sloat shalom anulom vilom anunaki Milwaukee milquetoast roast chicken kenophobia hobnobita tabanid horsemaybluecolddragonflyovertureundertoned. The Scarecrow had no arms, legs, or head, and what was left of him was lying in the straw.
7. As said before: you needed nothing special to be done to create a certain unease. Just be where you are. They want you to take sides. If you don’t then you are a strange case. They would accuse you of all things you never even considered. This is what witch trials were about. You may say there is certain devilry in the way they execute the so called “persecution syndrome.” But it’s at worst an attestation of the fact that you did something right. The garbage and the hole is full to the brim with such people who are scared for their lives. They are not aware of themselves and walk like zombies. I see them but can’t do much about them. At least I never showed them any flattery or pity.
8. There is a clear example of lineage being a hurdle rather than a support. Darker memes come back to cling even when you’re sober and aware that they’re completely ignorant. Contradictions are the fuel of the human mind. 9. Why can’t they directly tell you about their dislikes: because they are flickering, like their minds, in the wind of time: there are multiple layers of law. How many minutes of your time do they take before you return back to the dancing light. No matter how many it’s all going to end, for them, for you, for everyone because there are no eternal shows. They believe that they can leave their bodies. 10. The crow sings on electric wire. It sings a strange song. Kabbalists are not at rest. Why does it take so much effort to stay still? I really don’t understand. Fake news. They are too active and you wanted to tell them that their customs are good only for them whereas you are doing well. The Kabbalists took away the old world with their tradition.
. This tea, prepared by the old lady, was better than the all other I have had earlier today. She returned a five rupees bronze coin with 1993 AD printed on it. The birds were chirping sweetly as I sat on the stone outside the residential complex. I took a picture of cotton clouds surrounding the tree. The coin took me to my eight year old self. The event which stood out on my birthday was my aunt’s marriage ceremony. I collected 73 rupees in my piggy bank as there were many relatives in our house. It was a huge sum for a kid as you could enjoy as many as six to seven water balls for a rupee. Little did I know that I would lose a huge part of this sum to my greedy mother. She said she would act as a bank. I had to throw a huge tantrum as a relative from Delhi was having her lunch. It made my stoned cold lizard mother to fetch 50 rupees. Loss of 23 rupees! You might say I should have got wiser. It continued. Mother, father or friends…I remained careless with money and they kept using it to their advantage. It was not to take care of my needs lest others misuse my money…No. Don’t be deluded. I was never exploited by strangers, robbers or thieves. It was relatives. Friends and neighbors. Closer they were more trouble they spelled. It is only a matter of time before we have to part ways.
2. I took the exam. It was a board exam and calligraphy or handwriting practice mattered. I scored second highest marks in finals but as I was using the landline telephone for the first time : the sad news of the transfer of my only studious friend was delivered. It was his father’s transfer but he needed to leave the city. It was a calamity. Do you see, city and calamity rhyme. It’s about time. I have heard plenty of things about destiny. Tiny details. I don’t think that the eight year old ever thought that someone would be writing about him in future. Someone sitting on a stone. One stone under a shade of clouds. In August amidst an unrecognized revolution. Amidst a pandemic outbreak. He was into Yoga but he had yet to understand space-time thread. He hadn’t heard about the time travel, leave alone doing it himself. He had yet to achieve a quantum state of being, he was still in the realm of normalcy. 3. There were mules on the way, buffaloes joined them. I took a photograph before asking them to leave the highway, gently. I think the only proof of sanity in the society of zombies is to be selfish. A fish which is not selfish is not a fish at all. Impish piscine cinephile. The selfish fish should brag. In rags. Tattered red dragging along. It should brag about the greater good but be selfish at the core. Then it’s sane. How can a sane man be recognized when there are no sane men? That’s the trouble with the society. I thought to myself.
Some more :The longer versions are very similar to the preceding ones, with some minor variations: There are three bears in the forest.
4. They rest for the rest of their lives meant vested interest in tiny ants. Slants were obviously sly oblivious bye bye. The slants were insensible but the dove in the sky. Flew very high! If there were no flies, there were no bees. Nigh nice niece ease for the bees. Twenty. Score. Core. Ore resonant ruminant jugaali There were only a few locales where they could spend their last years in the possession of all their faculties, where they could grow into old people.
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.
There are certain advantages to waking up early morning hours and going for walk. I had no other option but to walk. I already feel richer. She had the idea of wearing a new dress.
2. I bought the dress for her. The budget was drugged. I often think what my existence is about and I see how meaning keeps changing on hourly basis. In my personal existence you won’t find a set of habits. I don’t have a core Philosophy: however, I think if someone was able to win over disease, decay and death: someone else might also do the same. If all it needs is work: let me take the first step. The night was late and I was still writing.
3. I realised: anumaan means ‘ that which is of atomic estimate.’ Hanuman might have evolved as a derivative, though the story about the chin being struck with a thunderbolt is a fairly popular one in which ‘hanu’ meant ‘chin’. A connection is also present in sahajiya way monks used the term ‘unmani’ which meant ‘as per the universal mind.’ Your body and mind start to evolve, I don’t believe in any of the stories told by fathers.
4. The snake in the shoe of the sub inspector bit his hand. He went to another city. The incharge received a complaint about a suicide in a room by a young lad whose father had committed suicide a couple of years ago in the same room. A cricketer committed suicide yesterday and a politician died immediately after a television debate because of the cardiac arrest. The deaths have been on rise, especially suicide. The gossiping doesn’t change my routine much for I need to keep trudging through the muddy terrains. Rains: no rainbow. A man besides me kept spitting after every second minute. Flammable motor spirit kept passing. I saw a thick dark layer of clouds around me. It takes me one hour to get up to the gorge. And watch the dance of death. The field is clogged with tornadoes.
Another thunderstorm is building up. I don’t have anything to look forward to. I was thinking of the garden’s beauty but no trace of it is left. Honda city pink stink lights mink coat fur Jennifer refer fern inference Terrence mackerel doggerel relevant vantage point interim rim scrimshaw hawker kerchief Chieftain tainted ted talks stalks shoot through the roof behooves vestibule Yuletide season sonneteer very near earmarked doughty haughty tympanum bathology pathology gyrating tingling. It is a lovely night for a summer walk. I walk outside and see Moon. Orion and other bright stars.
I keep walking and the Sun rises in the East and then it stars playing hide and seek before playback singer germane mane inane shrapnel harpsichord harpagon gonebydays gone through the air. Dark chocolate chip cookies. Clouds again. I was walking, and the Sun just rose behind the clouds.
1. It’s raining. I am not helpless anymore. I walked a bit more than usual today and the most interesting synchronicity happened in the afternoon: I was walking, as if in some circles within one colony for many minutes. I forgot the mask first at the house where I took a class. Since I had walked a few steps I considered it easier to buy one than to go back and pick it up. I asked on the shops but they had none available. I went back and asked only to hear from the peevish lady who had paid my fee today. I trudged towards my house and had couple of toasts before I could decide on whether to use bike or walk. I chose the latter. As I was walking back again a call from the delivery boy with tally counter. It’s a good day but not an easy one.
2. As I was walking towards the next class: I saw the police van in the same street where I was beaten by the black commando for not wearing the mask. I saw a guy being escorted by the police as his family members were fed of his drunken temper tantrums. I knew the guy.
3. He was my classmate. In the previous lockdown he asked if he could borrow some money from me. I had only started teaching and jobs were not many. I had merely two fifty rupees. I had spoken to him once before a few days prior to that. I tried to look at his horoscope but proper data wasn’t available.
4. On the mobile repair shop appeared a strange lady with a boy. She was smiling mysteriously and asked me if I wanted to buy a rudraksha. A one mouth rudraksha. I recalled that earlier this day I was talking about it with the old man on tea stall while I observed that he wasn’t wearing the beads since last few days
5. Similar to the previous pig carrion episode: a dog’s dead body was being feasted upon by the murder of crows. The day before: it was howling like a wolf looking at the sky as i entered the hall of gems. I had seen a pack of brown dogs marching behind its leader. They were seven in number and the last one was a cripple.
6. I asked the taxi driver for lift as he was smoking a joint. He said he was fine with it but there was a dead body of a girl who had died after an illness. Another actor committed suicide. I walked. Something violent happened in Lebanon as I was told when talking about the dynamite. She had confused the spelling of ‘noble’ with Nobel.
7. She keeps giggling. He is eerie. I meet strange men and women and kids who consider me strange. It’s 🐝 raining but it’s not enough. It’s never enough.
8. An injured bird. Head injury. Muttered something strange before flying away. I am glad to be here now.
Dancing light of grace 