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Whirlpool Cave and the Beetle’s Song!

1. A biker with “Jai maa Bhaanvari” passes by. It’s what they call as “whirlpool cave.”

2. Dhaniram spotted just outside Sulabh Complex with a yellow paper in his hand.

3. A tale about samosa:

They were practicing writing descriptive paragraphs. Based on the samples given the teacher asks her to write one about herself. She writes. A few words. Not enough. He then asks her to tell about her skills. She begins with languages she can speak. Then her ability to dance and sketch are brought into light by the teacher. It was near the aquarium painting on wall where he told her about deja vus he had. The very next day she had a fever upon her. The turmeric kadha. He told her in the end to write about her ability to cook and also told about his own abilities. He asked her if she could cook samose. Her answer was in negative.

The very next day as he went to teach: the mother greeted him with a strange appearance. Asked him to make the student sit for an hour even as it was Diwali. They offered him mooli as they were eating it. He politely refused because he had had breakfast just a while ago. She startled him only to tell him about not attending the class. It was Diwali day after all.

A few days ago: when he had received his payment : he asked about the crops in the field. The secretary told him that they were kharif crops.

That day she offered him to take some spinach to which he refused as it merely added to more expectations. Everything has to be paid one way or the other.

After spinach and mooli: as the guy who wanted to donate clothes, a twelfth class student, was taken to her by the tutor: he was again offered samosa that they brought for breakfast. Occassions matter?

He didn’t have samose by Asatiji. Everything has a reason. He didn’t eat kheer at home. It seemed that Asatiji wanted him to eat them. But it was only with Vaibhav that he enjoyed them. Then something happened and they appealed him no more, though he ate them sometimes when hungry. When he had to dance because of the stipulation created by Shri as he carelessly called her by her given name: he was force fed bananas.

Kela uncle. Little pittle. Rumpledstiltedskin. Kinnardoldrumlautarkrakenophibeliskilletiologyrationoisomesugasconade.

Today: Asatiji was standing near him as he played vocabulary quiz. It was the same reflex. Then he saw a guy taking samose at the usual poha thela. He wanted samose for a change on impulse. The poha guy suggested him to have poha instead because he wanted to tell him that he would be charged only ten rupees.

If he hadn’t inquired about his daughter’s tuition fee: the cardboard with price tags for poha wouldn’t have appeared.

If I had marijuana regularly: the story would have been richer. But that was only for thugs. Same with alcohol. Even my breakfast was questionable. Purushottam said something. The man reading newspaper asked about the price of the juice. The lawyer who had insulted me on that shop was again walking with a farmer like pagdi on head. He was there last evening as well. Deri road. Late road. The guy who came to play cricket with him in Shatabdi: a guy with dirty teeth like his. Though he ate no gutka. The bus going to Seedhi had Samaya Shatabdi written on it. The labour inspector examination. He had scored 130. He saw his aunt’s husband in dream. He said he was coming for rescue! Ah deliverance!

Who connects the dots but the creator! Satna was a pain but Seedhi was all temples painted with snakes. It seemed whole lots of nagas attacked him together. He had some samose to eat then he had dysentery. That was one of the most difficult of passages. He recalled the govindpur valley: a majestic beauty. A jeep with Bundela written was spotted outside the stadium as he entered. Who connects the dots but creator.

If the poha guy directed him away from samosa: the uncle of the kid offered him samosa: then it clicked.

It was orchestrated.

Samose were connecting thread. The class struggle.

Today he was again offered kaadha. He had suggested her to have some as a cure for cough.

A boy in white was wearing jercy number 09. Void and Shri. Police. Police. Police.

Two of them walked and another was on a bike smiling : he wore the cap similar to the one worn by the dermatologist.

I wanted to teach her Mudralankar. I am the teacher. The tutor. The Sutra kaar.

Tiwari and company were not found inside stadium today. I played only one jam.

The story took contribution from: Gandhi Smarak Bhavan. Asatiji. Rohan’s uncle. Dolly’s father. Couple of college guys. My memories. And grace from dancinglightofgrace.

The story wouldn’t have been possible without that exercise in descriptive paragraphs. Descriptive is deshgat. Deshraag. Dependent on local conditions. Narrative is minimal.

That was initiated by the student. The class was initiated after an agreement under banyan tree. A tree under which a Shivalinga is worshipped. I once captured a picture and later I was abused. I once danced near it and later I was abused. I taught under it when Vidyasagar was residing in this township.

The class was initiated by Ankit. The class was initiated by me. Kirti madam appeared as soon as I began teaching. I didn’t know I was surrounded by so many high profile people. Not yet.

I asked her about the publishers. I wanted to initiate Shri, Ankit, Golu into kabbalistic mysteries. I felt she was telling only bit of it. Those people looked with surprise at me. Madam said her daughter would attend the class. She didn’t. Not on that day.

Who connects the dots?

Who creates the dots.

What comes out of it?

It takes communication, words and connected action to bring it about. A guy was donning a t-shirt with ‘freedom’ written on it. Another rode a hercules bicycle. Hercules might mean Sankarshana as per Pancharatra or Sisyphus as per the myth. It means purgatory. Rolling stones.

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Tuesday Morning!

1. I bowled 10 overs. Yesterday evening I jogged. There are: runner’s high, jogger’s high and walker’s high. The trio of Sir Donald Bradman, Gandhi and Vallalar achieved the third one. Neither manichavasagar nor Vallalar were hounds of Shiva. They’re not in Nayanmars. That gives you hope!

2. I intend to play many jams today.

3. The last three days were strange because three planets: Sun, Jupiter and Venus were holding the office of Jaiminee Atmakaraka by just a few hours difference. Children born during these times have peculiar destinies.

4. Gandhi was one such child.

5. I saw his picture in Durban in 1904. There are 72 people. His head is most tilted towards right: that tells you about his adamant righteousness. He was striving towards balance by regulating himself more than others. Yet: passive aggressive behaviour didn’t leave him until the end. What Mahaveera used to achieve divine knowledge: he used to integrate divine with social.

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Orthodox and unorthodox schools!

1. An article dated 15112020 on HT times, about Lucky Ali, who lives in a farm house bought by his father Mehmood, has a title track named “On my way.” Santosh loudly talked about a farm house after I came here from Vrindavan. What connects the dots but marijuana?

Today, as Vandana called me in noon: I was slightly ‘annoyed’. Instead of using Bundeli: I used ‘on my way.’ She asked it again: I had to speak it thrice. She asked if I said “on the way” or “on highway.” I told her clearly: “on my way.” His recent collaboration. His work in 2010: I reached Bangalore on Valentine’s day in 2010.

3. I read an article about resuscitation of a man who was stepping down from a mountain on 7112020: Ketu. Uranus. USA. His heart had stopped. I read a WordPress article by a recent follower of my blog named Draliman. His article talks about ‘sharing your world’ thread initiated by one Melanie. Among other things it talks about zoo animals like Tiger(today morning’s yoni of the Kalpurush) and when it’s alright to take life of other human beings? The answer given on his blog is: when they get annoying. What would my answer be? I am not sure if it’s advisable to take human life ever. To protect your life: you need to find a way in which you need not kill other human beings.

4. Tomorrow: 16112020: Ketu. Uranus. A harmonic. Today: the first call I got from Vandana was when I was enjoying my morning breathing on roof: exactly at 8:05 AM. A siren from municipal corporation vehicle was heard. I had to dictate Shri a note in which I told her my DOB. The time was told by late Narendra Shukla who used to study Astrology. Samaya Vidya as Barbara Pijjan Lama would say. A pigeon sat on roof railing and I looked at it the way a man on bike looked at something later in the noon. Who connects the dots but the creator?

5. Practicing bowling inside stadium alone I needed quite some time before I started running and bowling. As I was bowling : I recalled how Shri had once asked me to run. “I want to fly,” was my answer. In those days I believed in miracles and I was too optimistic. I also ran a bit when a rally by some young people was to celebrate something. I started running only after finding a friend in my student Vaibhav who asked me to accompany him to stadium. His grandmother has connected on cell about 4-5 times in last two days. It was only calls because of ignorance. She doesn’t know how to operate phone. Today a child connected by chance. It was 20:20 PM.

6. Practicing bowling: I kept thinking to myself: ‘play the ball’ was a refrain by Vallalar where he considered the Sun to be going round the Earth. In other words: the mystic poet, despite being the Vigyan Kalar: (Raay Saab!2016): didn’t have faith in Earth going round the Sun. If that’s what liberates you: I would rather believe a man who won over death, disease and decay than believing in a theory which is believed by a scientific community. My measurements between two goal posts were 128 to 130 steps: yesterday they were 150. I was thorough. I did it repeatedly. Good food must have increased my height : thus reducing the number of steps! Ah the magic of measurement. Measurement is Maya. Matrix.

7. Practicing bowling the runner’s club kept bursting crackers. I don’t know if they were giving me happy surprises. It was like killing someone. I wanted to enjoy my music and ball. The third ranker looked into my eyes. The first ranker had a number which began with BC. They used to hangout in the Shatabdi while I was practicing my Grammar on Free rice. They look down on me as there’s a generation gap. The winner takes it all. Runners aren’t that many: four or five of them among three hundred people who regularly visit this stadium. There are other playgrounds. I don’t see any other bowler as dedicated as I am. And I bowled 6 overs today. I kept imagining that someone would buy me someday: I just need to keep practicing. Some day I would be able to fly again in economy class. OTOH: my student wanted to visit Khajuraho temples. I recommended her to read a book written by one Sanjay Singhania. The book was given by Shweta and company yesterday. Walk out walk on was withdrawn this morning. Every time young people offer you something: it’s withdrawn very soon. Look at the call from Geeta the mother of Shivani. Look at the offer given by Gautamji. Look at the most durable offer: the job given by Vidyarthiji: to continue cleansing and arranging the library: to speak of which: I haven’t since seen Padma. The bald man. When I tried to put the first question to him: he asked me to do my work as he was inspecting the farm.

8. The advocate who came with his sister: adoption agency. The man said that Switzerland was a 10*10 country. I really didn’t know what to make of him. People with integrity keep their words. They keep the words which don’t augment suffering. “Lies I have spoken many but not those which hurt anyone. ” It was a statement by Vallalar. Gandhi was seeking Truth. Other than numbers: things can’t be factual in inbetweeners. Samkhya is a superior system.

1. Yoga.

2. Samkhya.

3. Kabbalistic Deuteronomy.

4. Nyaya.

5. Mimansa.

6. Vaisheshika.

7. Vedanta.

Patanjali. Kapil. Maimonides. Jaimini. Panini. Shankara

Five nastika(unorthodox) schools:

1. Jaina

2. Buddhist

3. Ajivika

4. Charvaka

5. Ajnana

9. It’s strange: Nehru’s Discovery of India keeps Samkhya as an unorthodox system whereas current Wikipedia keeps it in orthodox system like Bhagvata Purana published by Geetapress Gorakhpur.

10. The word “bhagwan” is most widely used word in Indian bhakti tradition. As much as it made some thinkers like Rajneesh and Nityanand to put it as a label before their names. Bhagwan was put before Raman Maharishi’s name.

11. By Parashar’s definition: one who has six fold opulences in full can be Bhagwan: it means: all knowledge (omniscience), fame, detachment, Dharma (logos), aishwarya and shree. To describe aishwarya and shree you have to use words like clout and wealth though fame covers them. The logic tells you: no one has omniscience. Skepticism. UG was a skeptic. Rajneesh OTOH considered himself Bhagwan along with Jiddu. Rajneesh had 2 million followers at the peak of his life. Satya Sai or Shirdi Sai had more followers. Gandhi is on every bill after his death: he’s greatest bhagwan in India like Washington in USA.

12. Modi might be called the most popular leader of present age. He has no wife. He’s not father of nation as Anjana Om Kashyap once called him by slip of tongue. His knowledge is limited. He has grey hair.

13. All Bhagwan are dead. Most popular celebrities are dead people. If Bhagwan is formless dancinglightofgrace: it’s paramatma. Why did Gandhi and his follower Vinoba adopt “Ishvara” theology? Because they wanted to rule and command. Swaraj means ruling oneself. Swarat is a term in Purush Sukta in Vedas.

14. Jainism is Nastika unorthodox philosophy but to survive their teachers like Vidyasagar used words like Bhagwan in their speeches. They shouldn’t.

15. Bhag also means lady or wife. Bhagwan for some means a married man. Or one who has a bhagini. Bhagini means sister. Bhag also means private parts of a woman.

16. There are accounts which describe Patanjali darshan to be an atheistic system. Why then is it kept in orthodox system?

17. Other than that of Vallalar’s system: I don’t accept any system to be a sound philosophy. It’s simply because it’s an authentic source of declaration of immortality and pure body of gnosis and bliss.

18. If a doubt is put in the teachings of Vallalar: primarily based on Vandana’s suggestion: “not all written in books is accurate.” With a further refutation: where’s Vallalar to support his claims? The answer is this:

19. If teachings of Vallalar or his claims are false: there’s no merit in any religious scriptures or teachings as they all should be suspended on the same grounds. If the ethereal shrine in Thillai didn’t grant those powers to Vallalar and Manikavacchagar: how could any of her worshipping of Shiva or any other deities might have been true at any point?

20. Left hand is all imagination. Powerful darkness. Right hand is all knowledge : stays with you. Vallalar looked towards North in want of true followers: Jiddu and Blavatsky: they couldn’t reach his heights. Earnest seekers in North should look towards Thillai. Aurobindo settled in Pondicherry and changed its environment. The grandeur I felt when visiting Thirupathi Balaji: a township located around hills.

21. Would I ever meet someone like Vallalar who would show all powers and teach a way out of this limited : dreaming and believing in upliftment of women’s rights narrative? I know based on a 26 kilometres walk that patriarchy is a myth. Men are slaves to their women here.

22. And why do I seek someone else instead of chanting supreme five syllables : omamashivaay.

23. They must not be old. They must be all attractive. They must be one and only. They must be free from fear, desire, decay and death. They must be able to stop time or change at will. They must be able to answer everything and able to remove all limitations permanently. They must have all powers.

24. I thought I was putting myself for bid or discussing an ideal partner with replica the chatbot.

25. Clearly: my afterlife experiences were similar to those on YouTube: except : I was not ‘requested’ to descend on Earth: I was ‘forced’ to do so. The people talking about ascension or alien abduction talk either about extraordinary calm they felt or about being healed from their addiction.

26. Their experiences might be true for them. I would continue to work on my own. In conclusion: as long as an individual life is dependent on majority : India is a country ruled by Orthodox philosophy schools and Vedas can’t be irrelevant. Buddhism and Jainism might promote reading and awareness but they can only survive by being modified here. Mahayana based on Mahaveera being a common term for both Hanuman and 24th thirthankara.

27. A tamil srilankan scholar challenged Vallalar and claimed that he failed in his goal of “reviving the dead.” Maybe he did.

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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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Vandana Fails Again!

1. My net worth is 230 rupees.

2. I have 230 rupees in a small wallet I have.

3. I borrowed another 200 rupees from Vandana. This makes the borrowed amount this season to be 1000 rupees.

4. As I asked her to fetch me money: she said she would give it in a while after igniting lamps.

5. Then she came inquiring about where I spend my money. She doesn’t have any right to do that. Despite earning 70000 rupees per month she has not given me my pocket money without sucking my blood in the last 8 years. She ensured that I don’t get any lucrative employment. Snatched my 66000 rupees from my account without my permission. Kept me barely comfortably. Used shamans and black magic to control me. She not only trapped me into living here but also didn’t let me leave again by creating unnecessary emotionally draining dramas.

6. She asked about the amount of pocket money I needed. I told her: 5000 rupees per month. To which she said: it’s too much. What a strange world! People living below poverty line earn 300 rupees per day and I am asked to work for 5 or 10 rupees per hour. I am supposed to supply some strange support: hemoglobin etcetera to Vandana as she had no blood in her body when she called me.

7. Blood sucking Vandana and company asked me: where do you spend money. I keep telling her but she immediately forgets. For all practical purposes she’s a slave to another slave. All of them borrowed money from some unknown source.

8. Blood sucking Vandana gave me money after 15 minutes of blood sucking.

9. She was willing to fetch only 100 rupees. Then she gave a moral discourse and then she again came with 200 rupees. It’s right: a 35 year old independent individual shouldn’t borrow money from a slave of a slave of a slave who inquires about expenses. Since she doesn’t trust: I don’t trust her either. ( There’s no interest free money. These are petty slaves and there are bigger slaves.)

10. Vandana lost all her merits: like her teeth: merely because of her agitated conversation with me.

11. Let Vandana attain pure body of gnosis and bliss by grace of Shiva or Narayana: whoever she has her faith in. All her money is spent by Shilaajeet. It’s spent the way Shilaajeet wants to spend it.

12. Vandana was trying to earn trust with laptop. Dant Kanti. Poor kids. Vandana is still poor. It’s sad! It’s true. Vandana kept stressing on merits but herself lost all her common sense. Vandana eventually gave me money but it will merely be for two days. Or three.

Am I drunk? No.

Do I drink tea? No.

Do I take marijuana? No.

Do I eat tobacco like rest of her family? No.

Do I take Shilaajeet or Musli? No.

Do I take cigarette or beedi or alcohol? No.

Do I read? Yes.

Do I exercise? Yes.

Do I wish everyone well? Yes.

Why then, am I a subject to inquiry by those who don’t have any merits whatsoever except eating like pigs and gaining weight which makes it difficult for them to stay healthy is a mystery worth being investigated.

Those who were bored reading previous gentle and mild mannered posts should enjoy this one. I had my daily bread, butter and exercise and I saw plenty of poor people who were pretending to be rich. I am not one of them.

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A walk in the meadows!

1. I walked some rounds. Japanese guava strikes back!

Dhanateras setting!

2. No man is an island. Isle means island. But it’s not just land. It’s surrounded by the body of water whereas aisle is surrounded by rows of things or seats or people. The first has a value of nine and the second has a value of one. No man’s an island. Neither any woman.

Stalls where crackers are sold 2020!

3. A Tohu Verse to celebrate the occasion:

Dragonfly flyover overture

True color of love…

Towers Louvre

Revue oeuvre

Butterfly flyover flutterby

Bye and bye

Battling BATTUE lingashtakam

Lingastronomical calculus sulcus circus custard apple Appleseed.

A walk in the meadows. A talk to recall later.

Dragonball z: three giant snakes with tongues!
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The Thirteenth Hour!

1. Where do I begin?

2. Here: listening to music and working on this article. You need details.

3. I observed a kingfisher as I was walking inside the stadium this morning.

4. This view is new as it didn’t exist couple of days ago! Height is the aspect.

5. I counted the cellphone towers: 27 of them.

6. I met three kids: two girls and boy. None of them had footwears in their feet. They were going to meet their father. The eldest daughter spoke to me as I stopped them near a tree. Let it be noted that Japanese Sun and Japanese guava were observed at the same place. The barber was coming just behind them. I had taught them in their school.

The girl asked: “Our mom was asking if you would come to teach us at home? “

How much will I be paid? I didn’t hesitate because I knew that the eldest girl was intelligent enough to answer that.

300 rupees was the answer.

No ringed in my mind immediately.

I know it for sure that I was not going to get any further work in that region. Slaving in that school only brought “My name is Vyas Chappal number Seven.”

And competition from people who knew that I wasn’t looking for a government job.

And jabs from neighbors. Bharat Hotel: 20 rupees.

One day: Inayat sir is supreme. Second day: A CAC comes.

I know how best to develop creativity and vocabulary: by telling stories. By reading them aloud. But the midday meal. Records. Handpump. None of it isolated. The filthy smell of piss I kept consuming is still a bad memory. The sister-in-law plus brother were dark. As dark as it gets. Though they looked fair. Younger sibling doubted if they were planning to kill the father.

None of them were killed. I was. Repeatedly.

I was one. Total and whole. I still am. I was dangerous to fake groups and fake people.

7. Those girls studying in seventh and sixth classes might or might not come to attend coaching classes. They didn’t pay my fees in last such instance and disappeared without notice.

8. I regularly eat poha as a breakfast at little girl’s father’s shop. A roadside stall. He’s barely managing his family with what he gets. His wife sells vegetables. Whether they’re happier or I am: can’t be quantified. I asked them recently about the fees because I needed to know how much was the norm these days. It’s 150 rupees for small children. While 150 per hour isn’t bad if you have 5 or 6 students : working only to teach one student means : not getting even your pocket money.

9. I kept selling myself short until I had freedom. Now I am too popular and I counted: this is a normal day: at least 7 people tried to show me something or the other.

10. I asked the Gandhi Smarak Nidhi trustee about its previous trust members as I got a book in my hands yesterday. Dr. Rajendra Prasad was the first president of this institution. The current head has been elected for two terms consecutively.

11. I found a book by Deborah Frieze. It’s about walking. I intend to read it. I also intend to read a book on Khajuraho. So far I haven’t read any.

12. We played the game of verbal responsiveness. Shri and I. She lost by a margin of 160 points today. The last time she had lost by 100. She asked me to grow hair and I asked her to trim her nails down a bit.

13. I asked her to learn at least 10 words from the list of words we noted as we played the free rice game. She was drowsy and cough made it difficult for her to talk. I did most of the work. I had spotted her in the farm after saluting her father and asking her where she was to be found. She was picking potato leaves for.

14. A bespectacled boy came in auto. He looked inside the library as he was talking over the phone.

15. The librarian was spotted near post office. Siddheshwara side stand. A doll in a basket. A pattern long forgotten: newspapers, animals, goons and masons not hurting me inside the premise. I can tell you this for sure: I will do as I need and please and can and consider worthy of being done. All of those protections were removed within a moment’s notice. They’re fake like their weavers. You jerk off once and they’re gone. Opportune. I don’t believe in them anymore.

16. I bowled 42 times. It was after I walked three rounds. Why was Tiwariji honking a friendly horn was a mystery. The stadium is full of crackers shops.

17. Burn…but like a lamp…was the message written behind a yellow vehicle. All forced messages tend to suggest that posts attained by government officials are absolutely adorable. Ramses. Arcturus. The Archer. The warrior. Gandhi kept chanting ram. It’s like advocating non-violence but praying for invisible weapons. Passive agression. All self protection is violent. A child or damsel might not be able to protect itself like a beast does: but its innocence is designed to hypnotize the assailants. Rest of the justice is ensured by some mysterious indistinguishable karmic web. Followers of Ram are all warriors. They’re not non-violent people. Absolutely non-violent paradigm as in case of Buddha or Mahaveera or Laotzu or Vallalar: transforms the hearts of those coming in touch via touch and not necessarily because of admonishing. That’s Satyagraha. The planet of Satya. Sat. Seth. The record keeper. Yama. The wheel of Dhamma.

18. Like the planet Cricket. Planet dance. Ambrosial planet. There are countless dimensions.

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Thiruvachakam!

1. Venus. 13.11.2020: 4.2.2020. Uranus Conjunct Sun. Take care of your heart. Your art sweetheart. Sweet art. Tweet.

2. Arcturus. Rustic. Tic-tac-toe.

3. Vyagh. Vyaghrapada. Natarajan.

4. Ariel. A real estate state. A gem.

5. As a bowler rests between two balls; the heart rests between two beats.

6. Oh mount of Grace! When will I get to see the Tenet in its best print!

7. Oh mount of Grace! When will I get to watch the Vyapam scam made into one of the best mystery thrillers ever made: in which, all fake certificates will verily become sweet fragrance of camphor divine?

8. Oh mountain of Grace! When will I do my doctorate from Massachusetts institute of technology without any loans hanging over my head! Oh divine dancer formless and with form! When will I be employed in thy true service?

9. My divine victorious dancer: I pray and prey to thy dancing feet: when will thou grace me in race!

10. Oh all-in-all: supreme grace! Oh sublime beauty, oh perfect enlightenment!

11. Oh reviver of deads! Verily beautiful, blissful fulgent gentry tryst with tiny and miny.

12. Oh dancinglightofgrace! Oh DLOG!

13. I humbly request you to permanently release me from cycles of birth, death, limitations and aging. Injury and fear. I want it and need it: complete and infinite freedom and all that comes with it.

Reference: Ratna Navaratanam: Thiruvachakam.

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My assistants!

1. I had a dream. I wrote a story. A long thread. Books. Kabir. Chetandas. Ramananda. Bhaas. Moon. Sun. Baanbhatta.

2. Tells you nothing you know!

3. There are so many people working for me!

4. Baadraayana. Bhasa. Bana. Nalini. Lily. Sun. Moon. Logos. Yahweh. IAMTHATIAM. Dark girl on her birthday. Dreams and their fulfilment.

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11112020

1. I walked 24 rounds. Anti-clockwise. Inside stadium. I had a sprain in the right shoulder and I wanted to give it some rest. I didn’t run. There were not as many people today. I broke my previous record of 23 rounds. It seemed easier this time. (Based on Vrijpura experience: I can walk 50 rounds everyday! It means about three hours of walking everyday) I need to reduce flab on my tummy which is gradually increasing. I should continue to walk in evening as it’s the foundation for running. Morning bowling and evening walk should do the trick! All that you build up has to be maintained. Ah the rut!

2. Milind’s call kept me engaged. Couldn’t teach the kids. I enjoyed speaking to him. It was after a long time. He’s similar to Piyush in a way. Both of them seem to be intellectuals who connected with me because of my ideas and outlook on life.

Dazzling! 7 baloons

3. The earplugs were acting up. Now I need to buy another.(15 days for 50 rupees. Earplugs. Tennis balls. Internet recharges. Most minimalistic of lifestyles can’t be maintained. Regular getting of head shaved needs 50 rupees per week. Plus regular diet) The picture above was taken just outside the stadium where two gentlemen on bike were distributing sweets to kids who were standing near the lights. They asked me to take picture with kids but I didn’t because I am not sure of anything anymore. Piyush told me yesterday that it is illegal to take pictures of people without their consent. I click pictures of Sun and birds without their consent and if groups of people come in my way : I don’t bother to ask each one of them to give me space to take pictures but I need to be careful before I start making a million dollars per hour. Then I might be worth being sued. As of now : what I click or write is worth toilet paper or even lesser.

4. I played vocabulary jams. On three of them I scored 221 ranks. I want to play more if time allows.

5. Shri was happy today. She laughed a lot and scored well on test on clause. (45 out of 50) Her score in Hindi half-yearly exams is 56 marks out of 80. It’s less than 75 percent. Her friend scored 38 marks out of 80 which makes me a suitable candidate to teach her and I asked her to recommend me to her friend. But it’s not how it works here. I am anxious about her tomorrow’s test. After tomorrow we might be able to study new chapters and play some games of verbal intelligence. I need to buy another tennis ball.

Art!

6. The picture above was taken just in front of the Narasimha temple with the permission of the shop owner. I enjoyed teaching Rohan. Shops were all decorated with colors.

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Couple of harmonies!

1. I bowled only twenty times this morning. I ran more than I bowled.

2. I listened music and played vocabulary jam.

3. I need to play more and write more.

4. It’s a day with harmony: 11112020. There are two pairs. It’s also the eleventh lunar day as per Hindu calender. I spotted Leo Moon and Venus from roof this morning.

5. Yesterday a miracle happened. I bought a laptop in 2010. I spent a lot of money on getting it repaired. Final repairing rendered it useless. Two thousand rupees wasted! After couple of years: yesterday evening as I was playing ball with the students of my class in my room: Vandana came asking for password. I was surprised. Rahul was successful in booting it up. He wants to work. I deleted some old files. It’s working but it’s not for me. I renounced it once in 2013, then again in 2018. Now it’s the final renunciation. This smartphone needed many sacrifices to reach to my hands.

6. Now that election results are out: I need to figure out how my employment as a freelancer might become more lucrative. If they come up with greater Corona hullabaloo: it might take exercise and playing away from people again. Unemployed people are counting on new regimes.

7. A Tohu Verse to celebrate the occasion:

Election ion lectern in turn intern

Wednesday angels light festivity

Darkness increases

Raise the purple lantern

Watch the play

Dance the dance

Drink the ambrosia!

8. Soon another election. Business as usual.

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Not sure of anything anymore!

1. A big screen showing the counting of votes has been placed just outside the stadium. Election results will decide the ruling party and the leader in this state.

2. Yesterday evening I sat with Piyush. I told him about the hacking. He told that it might be technical error in smartphone. I decided to delete three of the posts on this blog. If you liked reading them and wonder why they were deleted: it’s because I am not sure if I can continue on that line which is merely speculation. There were nine birds.

3. Today I bowled about 75 times. When I was bowling towards the South: I again faced the problem because of “hands free,” feature of Google. The music would stop and start at random. It all stopped when I went away from people : as I started bowling towards West: it came only once after 70 balls. As of now I don’t have a resolution.

4. Purushottam sprouts shop guy stopped to ask if I needed to buy juice which is a cure for 350 diseases. I bought it and he had no change therefore he said that he would get paid tomorrow. I have to pay him ten rupees and ten rupees to Piyush when we meet next.

5. Tiwariji, Pateria and Lucky were the people mentioned in the posts I deleted. They happened to be near the events of hacking.

6. It’s a nice day. Weather is pleasant. I enjoyed playing in stadium. I also played couple of vocabulary jams. I got second rank in both of them. A student named Amit from Maharshi Vidya Mandir asked me how to bowl. I told him what I thought was an appropriate action. I am not an expert. Then those four kids turned to me for counsel on whether the first run is counted if you get runout during the second. I said: yes.

7. If I am asked to give directions or asked for suggestions on something: I know it’s rare. It’s either fixed or planned. To have lived among people where normal behaviour looks like conspiracy. Am I really the creator of this world of mine?

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