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Owls

1. Today there were two of them. One was sitting on earth and the other on a branch. Seeing me, they flew to a branch, looking curiously at me as I drew out the phone to capture their image. I think you can spot them easily in this picture though I had to zoom out fully in order to take it. The two were not a pair of young birds but an eagle and a hawk.

2. Goddess Laxmi who confers prosperity has owl as vehicle as per the myth. Mollock worship is well documented in western rituals. My net worth right now is 55 rupees and it was 5:55 AM when I took the shot. I see, there is a vehicle in the temple, but it is the temple god’s own vehicle, not an ordinary one like the temple carriage.

3. A crow, a sparrow and a flock of birds flying towards East. They all sing. My net worth could have been more if it was not for the sudden lucky draw in which the father of one of my students invested 2500 rupees. He said their power supply was cut because they couldn’t pay the bill. He was also waiting to get admission in his school for lack of funds. The other student is waiting to get enough money to buy a mobile phone without which his online classes can’t continue. The one who lost the bet is waiting to get back his money and he is a very honest boy.

4. The Sun is rising gradually. Taxi passes with a song. A bull is laying lazily whereas a red dragonfly was dead. A crane has begun to sing a song. Kingfishers are having their heydays as ample amount of food is available. Yesterday, I spotted at least six to seven of them. A family of seven red-breasted robins are chirping a song.

5. Here you’ve date trees, eucalyptus trees, shrubs and mango trees and many many electric polls. I started earlier today and the quiet dark walk until the second tea stall which was yet not opened was mostly me and my thoughts. I was glad that I did this because I was not hungry and I did not intend to buy anything.

6. The wrappers of the peppermint mixtures lay here. Reminding me of past few weeks. My life at present was somehow more mature.

7. I would continue to write until it is time for the news. Then I would stop. I would sit down on a bench nearby.

8. And enjoy morning tea with snacks. It would be the second tea. You might say I am addicted to tea but actually it’s the sugar which gives me energy to continue through the day. The habit is so ingrained in my body that whenever I am on a long journey I carry a flask of tea with me.

9. No, I don’t. I prefer tea stalls. It’s quiet here and I can sit and enjoy tea without a lot of bother.

10. You see many types of characters on tea stalls and they inspire you to write better stories. I would love to know about their stories and if they have any interesting settings.

11. One of them talks nonsense but it’s a funny kind of nonsense better than sensical talk of so called mature people. Most so called wise people talk about money or nationalism. Younger ones talk about women. You won’t find people talking about time travel on tea stalls and somehow if they do, they would most certainly be cigarette smokers who have watched couple of dozens of pirated hollywood flicks. So, what kind of stories do you write?

12. I have traveled in time. I have yet to meet another who says so. Leave alone meeting one who can travel at will. I have not met such a one anywhere else in the world.

13. Today is Monday, ruled by the Moon. Synchronicity has it: the north and south nodes of moon rule the day. The last day of the month. August ends. The south node of the Moon rules August.

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Zebra Crossings

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.

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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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Dark Clouds!

A woodpecker song.

Squirrel nibbles the fruit which fell from the margossa tree.

A man dressed black had a white beard and funny eyes.

He looked around with suspicion.

Kept digging earth for sand from the root of the grass.

Perhaps some medicine,

Or an amulet.

He sure did spend a long time for a small amount of earth.

Another boy on bicycle has earphone plugged. He keeps spitting every thirty seconds. I watch a kingfisher perching on top of an electric poll.

Cold breeze blows. Clouds fly. Dark clouds.

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Snippets

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.

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Contraction in Spacetime!

1. It was drizzling. Absolutely quiet as I was walking. And though I have been accusing myself of being lazy: an actual contraction of spacetime was taking place. I was like a character in your favourite science fiction movie. Ramalinga had no time for the material aspects or the renderings haven’t survived to see the light of the day. The gradual contraction and the expansion of the spacetime had to do with the sun rays in the southern and northern hemisphere of Earth. I would have stopped to work on the details and received the Nobel prize in Physics if it survived by the time but I am in a kind of a hurry to merge into the dancing light of the Grace so I will pass on it. Because there are things I must do before I am done with this world.

2. A birdie came in search of food and a Kingfisher was trilling. I am counting my blessings and peace has been profound in last few moments. That is, until I remembered my favourite Science Fiction movies.

3. Although it is one life dancing inside and outside me and acceptance of it removes the material or spiritual sides; the one clarity that peace is the destination is not available in one which is so designed as to be always utilitarian. You show that peace or silence and people ask: of what use is peace or bliss? Will it give me the sustenance? Will it give me the exemption from diseases? The point they miss is: even if you have Security, Immunity from diseases, longevity: they’re of no use unless you are at peace with yourself. And it’s also true: no man is called peaceful unless he takes his peace to grave for change is inevitable. So, while the tests are the same, the knowledge of peace is the one that is chosen.

4. I showed them the portraits of great personalities on the walls of the library room. They had asked me to take a class on general knowledge though it was the Mathematics period. They were not able to retain the facts. They play pubg and fire of light but don’t know the name of the president. I don’t hold it against them as lack of national spirit but rather as an exercise for memory. I had a nice time talking to them and I hope they had a nice time talking to me as well. I read an Ekanki: one episode drama written by Jagadish Chandra Mathur : it was in my syllabus and now as I recalled the funny punches from it : my student was bursting out with laughter too. I was amazed by the way it was written and no new creations of type had come into my notice in the language. I was thinking about the security of the signals based on fibre optic cable network in the rainy season as I had a hard time accessing the server. I saw the guys who were laying cable and looking for basic facilities like a gas cylinder and wheat flour as they were going to stay here for a while. I asked them if they had enough things for their use and they told me they had.

4. The ginger in tea was making my liver sulk but it was the necessity of the climate. Being mindful is easy sometimes. Easier than others. I am for this and against that. The discrimination based on the race is still prevalent. Puritans. Equanimity.

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Mystery

I saw an ant. The ant was looking for an easy meal. After having finished the tea with snacks: I went for a walk. The scenery was breathtaking today. The weather has been kind of kind in the last few days. I finished reading the book last night. Dark groves behind the shade. Dark black clouds all around: it was more than I ever needed: the most deeply engrossing Beauty. Is this, the thing I had been walking towards all my life? Noise is not my voice– said that blackbird. I wanted this journey to end. There was talk of infinity and freewill but you are always forced to chose and when you are trudging: you are bound to walk with either resistance or with acceptance. I was never scared of the woods– said that little bird. Everything is food in some way or the other. And I am always hungry for more. No one will ever take this away from me. I am. World is. Knowledge is merely deconstruction of delusion. It is not impossible to find out what is true. Nothing is true for nothing is false. A poet is looking for a blissful balance and an utilitarian is looking for useful things. A bird is looking for its home. It’s sitting on its eggs. Hoping for all the eternity. I wonder if we multiplied like cell division: would it have made life look like rainbows. The gestation period is gruesome in humans to say the least and yet most women are subject to it. We are mostly out of shape and add deformation after conception of it. “I’ll let you know when I have a child,” the girl said. Logistics requires logic. I walk the empty walk and sometimes I punish myself for having been born. But who punished me to be bound in this cage called body? You are the one who suffers for making a choice. It’s a mystery. If you don’t choose: choice is made for you and if you choose you think you were responsible. It was always a closed contained game with limited choices. The story says: choice leads to choose. It’s a mystery. I’ve made all the possible choices in my life.

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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.

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Dual, Moveable and Fixed

It was July the thirteenth. He got their team an exemption from the Dovetail exams. He didn’t understand why they were supposed to take tests for their skills while they were busy with the work. He thought they would be grateful as he had no understanding of the pyramid. He was a simpleton. They were soon digging his grave gracefully with ginger garlic breads, ginseng senger, gingerly surly curlicues, lyrically, calculably, unmistakably. Verily verily I say unto thee: the guy was an oaf and used to take oaths in vain.

The members of the Janam society could be considered wise and wonderful, but they had their faults and prejudices and they were not at all forgiving.

Janam Kundalini: prediction for your time. Advertisement. What is the director between a bull and a Ra m?

Eighteen years have passed since then and I am still waiting for the first line. A bull has a stable nature. It’s practical. It works hard and shit is a great deal. It goes gaga over gung-ho. When enraged zed eyes mingling jing blingbotsslingshotspotsupshots.

When a dog is pissed, it looks pathetic.

It’s true. A bull you might have seen around the stock market and another in Hindu puranas: the first one is an Artha entity and the second a Dharma figure often replaced by cow.

When a dog is pissed, it’s fiercer than a bull.

It’s true. A Ram is a moveable fire. A leader. An army chief. It’s the moveable nature which makes it wander whereas the Leo being the ruler of the jungle tends to stay at one place. It hates to be controlled by people but loves to control. A Centaur being dual fire is stronger than the rest because of the adaptability . It’s the teacher and explorer. It tends to be too optimistic about the new. It tends to talk more than it thinks.

The difference between the moveable, fixed and the dual signs is applied to horoscopes primarily in assessing the temperament and journeys in a native’s lifetime.

A Ram in the West is always considered to be a romantic person in the West, but in the East, Ram is a sign of a strong and courageous nature. Take the myth of Ramayana: the hero has a wandering nature. He attained great fanfare by traveling through the Indian subcontinent. Another example is Buddha the Gautama who is supposed to have plenty of energy in the same sign and same ascendent as the hero of the myth. Buddha also kept roaming around with his teachings.

A Scorpio in the East is always considered to be an all-seeing person in the East, but in the West, Scorpio is a sign of passionate Avengers. Take for example the horoscope of Satya Sai Baba: a scorpion sting was a key event early in his life. And he did not move around much. That’s what a fixed water sign does, ofcourse with scandals and mystique.

Take example of Krishna: Archetype of Dharma: one who sang the song of divine wisdom in the myth of the Mahabharata. He was a bull by sign. He didn’t move around much. Even compared to the other great heroes like Buddha, Gandhi or Rama his movements were very limited.

Gandhi akin to Nehru moved a lot in his life. They both had a Cancer Moon. And also moveable ascendant signs ( Cancer and Libra.) Take the duo of Vivekananda and RamaKrishna : Vivekananda had a dual ascendant as well as a dual Moon. He moved a great deal. Ramakrishna had his ascendant, Sun and Moon in a fixed airy sign of Aquarius. He didn’t move around much. I hope this helps you understand how moveable, fixed and the dual signs affect us.

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A spot and a screen

Eerie rye bread tread lightly browned about the words. Error occurred when activating your attention to details.

I wanted to make sure that you are interested in this one. An example of this is that there was a bird-cage on the parapet. A pet dog was sitting nearby with its tongue out. In the interior of the parapet, there was a pool of water. I swim in your ears as melody of technology. The pet dog was more interesting.

Soon after this Wendy and her mother were crossing a street.

Years passed by. Sometimes her name was aleph, sometimes meme, and some other times it was Shin. Shining Alex indulged in the Joy of lex. She only had a dream of becoming a member of the pyramid and they have been the one who remove the old garbage.

The ink is only in place, so to speak, and nothing else.

A screen where depth is actually an opportunity. An optical illusion. Recto verso serve as samovar Versova catsuit varsity lakeside flack.

I am intrigued and fascinated by you. I am intrigued and fascinated by you. Why do you tell lies! I am intrigued and fascinated by you. I am fed up of tests. I am intrigued and fascinated by you. … I am sure you are interested in this one. … What did you say! Yes, I am interested in this one.
That’s a very interesting one.
What do you think, that I am not interested in that?
What do you want from me?
What do you want to do with me?
I will never learn from you.
I am sure you are interested in this one…
What do you want from me?
You tell lies, and you will get nothing!

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I am a ghost!

The girl is getting married to a guy in air force. She use to live near the place where I died as my heart stopped working. I was under the influence of the drugs. I ran away naked: thinking about a Jain monk. He died last year. I was taken to a saint who also died this year. I wanted to enter into the ground where the air force was hiring. There was a boy with me that day and I saw a  guy who was named Van Rose. Since then 4 years have passed. I am sure: I died in that event and since then: I have been roaming around the city. I am teaching a guy named Van Rose. I heard him say: grain market. What are the odds? I had a dream before I began teaching this guy Van Rose. I saw the personality of the godhead who lived in a high place. And I had been complaining about wheat market opening while ground was closed. I came to know that authority wanted to keep the ground locked as it was a college ground. Very few chosen ones reached near him. I was given a job. I did the job. As wierd things kept happening around the city. I was fed up with being a so called farmer. I became an English language teacher. I was fond of words because they were a guarantee of good career as per the experts. That didn’t happen. I barely am able to pay the bills. Since I am living with virtually the same people who were there four years ago: I wonder if I really died or they all are also the ghosts. I know that I am now in the same state as that night I passed out.

I am a ghost.

How come I never knew that?

I don’t know.

That is very strange. I wonder what it means?

I also wonder.

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I understand that you don’t and it’s absolutely fine!

Hunger is real estate. State of affairs was always so. Elections dictate lockdown. A monitor lizard was seen monitoring the House in Chhatarpur Delhi. What gives you depth. What gives your life reality. I was wondering if you have any other reasons. He was shocked by the fact that no one had noticed the missing house key, which had been left at the main door, for several months. There was a foul smell of death inside the house. Smoke is a color of the dead. A mystery.

The man came home to find his wife lying on the floor, dead of smoke inhalation. She had died trying to bake her tails. She kept taillight on but it didn’t work. She was very pleased to find that in the end she had made a tail after all. A half naked emperor penguin. A quarter past incarnation. Ions on onions on and on snow now that we were going to celebrate the launch of the pyramid it’s a good thing for you to write a story about the new light. The one who doesn’t want to take part in the celebration is the same lady who wrote the story
of the three tail lights. What is the meaning of the most important being. I am sure you are interested. I need to be able to help you practice. The most important being.

Every pixel is an art. An update an upstream an upstarte arriviste stellar performance of the pyramid. Every word is a story about another. Every zilch is a truti in some ways–an eerie Apothecary carry on carrion. I understand that you don’t . We are a hive. You are a drone. One and only Queen pyrene. Renegade gene general expression benzene ring ringu gulch ravine vineyard boulevard royal Alchemist chi Minh chopine pineapple chopping boards for projects. … I understand that you don’t. And it’s fine. It’s nice to be in vogue.