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Narendra Kumar Shukla!

1. Motilal Vora passes away. He was an ex chief minister of Madhya Pradesh. I had heard his name for a long time. My condolences. Peace.

2. As I heard the news of his passing away I stopped to check his horoscope and played Dakshinamurti Strotam on Spotify. I was listening to Prasar Bharati on AIR app as I was bowling in the Shatabdi ground. He had celebrated his ninety third birthday yesterday.

3. He had Moon conjunct Venus in Libra forming a Malvaya Yoga along with many planets in the twelfth house of his horoscope. His Atmakaraka Mercury was in Aquarius indicates maker of tanks etc as per the classic text Brihat Parashara Hora Shastra.

4. It’s a very special exit as far I am concerned because it’s also the shortest day in the longest of years so far. In a few hours it will be the birthday of late Narendra Kumar Shukla. He was born on 22.12.1943. He died on 30.1.1995.

5. Observe the patterns:

His life path number: 6

His demise day path number: 1

Motilal Vora’s life path number: 6

( born on 20.12.1927)

Motilal Vora’s death day path number:

1

Moreover: Narendra Kumar Shukla had a Venus and Moon conjunction in the sign of Libra.

6. Rukmani Devi Shukla was convinced that her husband was reborn as the son of his eldest daughter. I had a nice chemistry with that baby. In fact I was fond of all babies taking good care of them when I was young. But my bond with that guy was very strong. I examined his horoscope and found an uncanny match of Moon sign, Ascendant and Constellations with that of Narendra Kumar Shukla. This to me was a confirmation of reincarnation of Narendra Kumar Shukla. Santosh Kumar Shukla was not convinced with my studies.

7. Narendra Kumar Shukla used to play with me when I was a baby. He was the first one to slap me hard because I didn’t follow his daughter’s suggestion. It was about keeping a tea cup somewhere. He slapped a five year old. He was fond of me otherwise. He was fond of movies and when I asked him after seeing an advertisement in the newspaper if he had watched Don- he told me that he went to a theatre with his friend. He was raised better than me. In richer circumstances. I used to borrow a bicycle for 3 rupees for two-three hours and used to go to Govardhan talkies to watch cheap movies like Waqt Hamara Hai. Mithun Chakraborty movies were getting released every five months in those days and i used to be the only young kid in theatre among all grown ups. Akshay Kumar later followed the same tradition. Being honest about working for money not only made him rich but also made him a much better actor than his Khiladi days when his model image was known only for new type of martial arts which resembled Jackie Chan movies.

8. Gudda had the privilege of watching Mughal-E-Azam with him one night. It was a long movie and when I woke up at about two am to pee: they were still in on it. I was disappointed to have missed that opportunity.

9. I told him that I wanted to become a hero. Not an actor: a hero. Junaid called me a hero once as I was strolling in the organic farm and he was there today. I don’t know how this will be interpreted as anything and everything is interpreted in any way that suits political parties, religious groups and individuals. It’s only a synchronicity hence I mention it without meaning any disrespect to anyone. I was impressed by movies he used to watch in my formative years. These days: especially since 2017: any movie I watch seems like a great burden and costly affair. Earlier I had freedom of watching anything and everything.

10. He told me that there was a switch on the back side of TV. He was going to open that for me and I was going to reach Bombay. Aha! It was one of my dreams in various stages: like my dream to be an army man. I had such a strong resolve that my parents seemed like an enemy when they made me convinced to become a superintendent of police. Then i wanted to become a scientist. Then an IAS officer. “B.E. karke IAS” was the formula given by those privileged uncles. Little did I know about the cults and sacrifices then.

11. Then I wanted to become a doctor for a while as I was interested in Biology more than in Mathematics. They made me change my opinion. I ended up becoming a Programmer Analyst for about three years. Only gainful employment in my life. Now I get a meagre sum of 1000 rupees per month which isn’t enough to buy me necessities of life.

12. This wasn’t about me. This was about a person who called himself Narendra Kumar Shukla. He used to buy lottery tickets. Once, after my examination he came to pick me from school. It was Maria Mata Convent High School. He asked for one “Vikas” and he returned. He didn’t know that I was registered as “Anand Prakash.” He was a Jholachchap doctor. He used to practice medicine without having earned a proper medical training. It was all I heard about him. He was popular and died a violent death in an accident.

13. If you want to summarise events which shaped my destiny in formative years until high school:

A. Accident near Kaali temple which resulted in stitches under knee.

B. Death of grandfather at an age of nine years.

C. Death of Aditi Billore.

D. Not being able to get first merit in either my class, or school or state board in tenth class examination despite getting it in the class 8th.

What did I do which was wrong in the class tenth? Nothing.

Those accidents which killed Aditi, two of her parents, my grandfather, and a part of me as I underwent knee surgery and stayed in a hospital where many people were crying for ten days: they were the main reasons of all negativity in my life. That was merely a beginning.

After coming out of hospital: I told Aditya Dwivedi: “I no longer want to live in this body.”

What do you mean by that?

Why are you talking so negatively?

I had read Geeta. I had read that we leave bodies like we discard garments. It had happened in that accident and I didn’t know that. Ah, i wanted to really discard it immediately.

14. A puppy was lying outside stitching shop as I walked back this evening. Ladies spat outside the house the boy yesterday wearing ‘gap’ tshirt was standing. How did it die? An accident. A group of monkeys came to the organic farm as I was sitting under the eight petalled Ku Klux Klan shade.

15. If I could move out of here: I would immediately move out. Grandfather died a painful death according to one account. He was a violent man. No violent man dies a natural death. Says Laotzu.

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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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Burgundy Burgoo!

The cat springs on its paws,

Shimmering stars sing to,

The Corona of Diana,

The silver baby showers dancing breeze,

The freeze has come full circle as batlings fly over in zig zag patterns.

Bells jingle and pigs screech.

I am out of their reach,

For a while,

I smile,

And then I walk ,

Another mile,

Or two,

Burgundy burgoo!

Time taken– 8 minutes 5 seconds.

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Astronomy Day!

Time taken: 2 minutes.

Magal Mangal madrigal

Gala mala jungle

Juggle juggernaut umlauts autarks.

Maga Maggie gaga baggie

Meme mega game gamut

Origami kirigami Harakiri harridan.

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Sukarma Yoga!

1. 02:17 AM. A dog was howing outside.

2. I was dreaming about being a double whammy between two people as I heard a dog howl.

3. This is an inbetween.

4. The date: April 28, 2020: my sleep was always a communion between sleeping and dreaming.

5. Memento Mori can also be looked alternatively as a study of a surfer. He carries the map on his body because everything else is costly. Far away.

6. Everyone is doing well.

7. Bava Karana, Manushya gana and Sun jn Bharani as Moon is in Ardra. Ardra is the moist tear drop. Ears.

8. The Betelgeuse or Alpha Ori is the tenth largest star in our night sky as per Wikipedia. The star is 700 light years away from Sun with an absolute scale of minus six.

9. July sings of silence again.

10. Binary stars. Pleonasm. Pleora. Aeons. Eons. Hexads, sulcus cussing, singularity missing, multiverse, cosmos, sinemos, tannins, cormorants, secmos, xosexmos, xodexyeriyy.

References: Astrosage. Wikipedia.

Timestamp: 28.4.2020[4:10 AM]

[01:47:56.64] time consumed in writing this.

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Magical Calculus Lustrous Succubus!

1. Magical magus gusto stored.

2. Red education ions galore.

3. More lores resplendent chores.

4. Glassdoor Orangutan tanager multiverse.

5. Verisimilitude etude deutronomy prophet.

6. California Caliphate lip-sync zonesing.

7. Birds fly very high.

8. Omnibus sulcus custard powder.

9. Derelict ictus tusselated laterad.

1o. Wall-E, Wallmixy, Xymie, Xylum.

11. Lumpsum fulcrum curmudgeon buldgeon.

12. Games mesmerizing Jing amazing.

13. Ganymede gonfalon falchion ionic.

14. Red pill down the hill: Tohuhonolulu:

Lulukasamesolimosinesoidallyingandolierodomonyayaverserkeringullyonomaubergineeleewayinnardoablennyangangammashunduenneagrammanseuyudenmarksmanshiosoireenavyaya.


2o minutes. 26.4.2o2o.

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Mockery sponsored by state!

1. A classroom in which a shy guy is being taunted by a friend for not admitting his love for someone. The guy might be shy but being subtly aware of the filth under the institutions of love and marriage he hides his smile. Deep inside his heart. In crystal palace.

2. Sutras are sewn by Bramha the creator. A stitch here and a pattern there and seamstress is no more in stress. She owns the town and sewing machine and the Sun, Moon and infinity.

3. Psychic mediums make fun of Godse, Gandhi, Bhagwa and nation state, in the garb of do gooders, wearing Khaki; or are they journalists? A little dark humor does no harm right? Neither does a news about a virus which exists only in the limbic lizard brain and is a tool to enforce new world order of being a slave for those very services which were available to you naturally at once. And there is no guarantee:

At house, its owner is one deep into prostitution.

Its lazy caretakers don’t know naturopathy. Can’t heal themselves. They hoard and hoard while millions burn.

In locality everyone is a chief minister, prime minister and police officer just because they whored themselves out prior to you. They put Tilak on forehead and spit on other passers-by. Just because they are strolling.

Bigger pimps have sold your freedom and nation state to a few rich people for a few dollars more.

What are the trinkets:

A few games. Virtual reality and electrical items. Electronic junk increasing day by day. Landlords and street lords then goons owning rooms and gullies. It doesn’t end. Because human idiocy is infinite according to Einstein.

I went outside to throw some garbage and found restless pigs. They’re always hungry. So many of them. Proliferation.

A member of municipality had announced to get rid of all pigs from this town. It was published in Dainik Bhaskar, many months ago. No action.

If pigs aren’t there with their big snouts : who would eat shit? In softer words: who would wipe the wet garbage out?

If I was powerful enough: I would have burned all hierarchies down. In a zilch. Without thinking.

32 minutes.