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Achievement!

“Every science begins as philosophy and ends as art; it arises in hypothesis and flows into achievement. ”

I heard that with awe and wonder. It was beautiful wisdom on her exquisite lips which tasted like nectar of immortality. She was my destiny. The fountain of youth. The source of beauty. Her forgetfulness was peculiar. On one hand she was unable to tell the name of the first US president even after repeated discussions, on the other: she said she was well versed in Greek mythology.

“So what is the name of the first US President?”

I asked again!

Longing for an accurate answer. Ah! She meant a wonderful world to me. She was my delight.

Abraham Lincoln!

Both eyes closed
Dropping to the ground.

As she snapped out of her reverie, she frowned in concentration. I was amused. I hope to hear from you soon kroon afternoon monsoon. A day might come when you would utter George Washington in response to the question and continue to do so. It will be the event I have been waiting for since an eternity. I looked at her blonde hair. This is the most important day of my life, I thought.

It’s rather complex, but the development of the human psyche is a truly awe-inspiring thing.

Wisdom is the oneness of mind that guides and permeates all things.

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Dark Matters!

How blind were power hungry politicians. Until Atal was in power his style was mimicked by the rest. As soon as he went out of the business: he fell ill and forgotten. Shah started mimicking Modi and others started mimicking him in rallies. Rhetoric. I was not surprised: they knew only this way. I had observed my siblings copying my father. When I showed it to them: it had a two fold effect. I would use the same technique to fight shyness. They said. Then they began attacking me for being deviant. I was not an ant of Devi but rather Anant. An ant on Pennant. I would have to be careful. You are reading my mind and seem interested. I can tell this much: it’s a jungle of memes and instead of realising the essence we get attached to forms. If not family or friends– memes from art and culture take over. Ramayana and Mahabharata are art forms which engage people so much that they are able to spill blood. Another art is art of creating Patriots. They are conditioned by system using intoxication. Then reverse conditioning is needed to feed masses who are vicariously enjoying the thrill of martyrdom but can’t really dare to kill. Bhagwad Geeta can be interpreted anyway: Gandhi who championed the non-violence considers it to be a battlefield of mind where evil is subdued by good. Right wing says: you would have read that it was all a dream as in case of other stories like sage Markandeya witnessing Matrix by grace of Godhead.

Rahu Hullabaloo loopah.

I woke up in a container. Someone had called police. A Burlesque man had killed another with a Lance. Lancelot patios ios soiree reefer fey. In the new version: everyone was busy playing some games or the other. I found none of them suitable for me so I invented my own. And even when it resembled the games they were playing it was unique. It had a life of its own. They checked my right arm. As soon as they put some solution on it- there came a great amount of steam. I was quarantined. I had been waiting. I knew the charade for I was the designer. Exploring the facility. My grandmother who was naked most of nights because of excessive lust for her husband died some 50 years ago used to prey upon me. A pervert. I found her in the quarantine. I kept exploring the facility. It had a clean toilet and plenty of food which was distributed punctually. What else a nomad like me needed. I sang a nobody is nobody and a monody can be converted into a threnody if dying monopoly allows it to be. I used to play on the piano. I woke up in a dream. It was a strange dream. A realm of possibility. I had been to the bathroom. I was going to search for the urban itching for my bike was stolen. I rode a friend’s bike. I woke up in a garden. The Heather and the lemon grass. Kids wanted to play but I was concerned about their safety. I was distressed that the ground was muddy.

Dark matters!

You decide Take this key,
And this package
Which will make you invisible
Hide behind the wall over there She said. I woke up again  I was wondering if I could cross over the sewage line being dug on my way to search the thief. Then I found myself on the very ride I was looking for. It was strange but steam was still coming out of my arm. I woke up at the bench. Then in the container. Then I found myself on bed. It soon seemed like a Jacob’s ladder rungs though I had no recollection of its initiation. Though thrill it was enervating beyond limit. I was becoming delirious and nauseated. Seated on my chair I kept puking frequently and rocking it. I kept on falling down. Rabbit hole bit me last six months. I was distracted.

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The Sleep|

The hubbub. The commotion. Another motion by Beelzebub. The uproar. lost in the fog of permafrost The thieves livened up their job. Bob obsolete Oblivion ionized Jedi with its coldness.

Characterized by Sinister, otherworldly beings, Corruption of physical forms and a decent into madness. If you spin the spinner; a neta comes out of it. If you spin the spinner; a neta comes out of it. Enough. I need sleep now. So do I.
I shall find you. In this thread. In the dreams. So it is.

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Why NDTV is not available in my house!

There is a puddle of water outside my room. My father engineered it so that I have plenty of workout in the rainy season as my grandmother as well as siblings are crippled. I’m not complaining as it gives me time to daydream and write. My parents were government employee. They were right wing. I was in the standard twelfth on voting day when they whispered in my ears about having voted for BJP. I mumbled a cacophony of lies so that they didn’t know I voted for congress. I never voted but once. I was working as runaway priest in Vrindavan, Mathura in Gyaan Gudri Jagannath temple. I voted for Hema Malini because unless I did that the head of the temple would have been at loggerheads with me. The temple was in an area that was in the grip of a small warlord who had a nexus with the rebels that were causing havoc in the area.

I am not political. I have heard my grandfather was given a ticket to fight an election for state assembly. He declined the offer because he had no money. Gandhi wanted to walk on the middle path. Middle is neither left nor right. And it’s a razor’s edge because those in the left immediately have their ears up in the air they hear : Yoga or Karma. And rightist are searching your forehead for Tilak, your wrists for bands and your dress for saffron. Your attendance in temples also matters. The middle man is considered leftist by the rightist and a right wing by liberals. He is not a politician, not an artist, not even a man. And yet: he can’t take the first flight out of the pyramid. Euthanasia is not available. Is not near the end. End is not near. And in the middle-he’s not dying. Nigh high on your face. On your wrist on your ankles.

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Ball of light!

The news centre has become the most popular indian movie. … Peru erupts. Indians run for their lives. Youtubers react to the ruptured red purr. The news centre ends up being run by a fangirl.

It spread like wildfire. But for her it was merely a reading of Merle. She could never forget the last line: “I’ve come too late to help you.” As happens in nightmares: Vegas was turned upside down. Marley ley lines saline linolin lineaments delinquent entomologist. It was a ball of light dancing around the room. Broom boom boom! It was not like anything she’d ever seen before.

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Police State

He thought it existed only in the North. The uneducated lot. The state of Tamil nadu saw some despicable police brutality. NDTV reported it. He recalled how he was beaten on the eleventh of April for walking without a mask. He was in the perfect health and knew that pandemic was a charade and joke. How naive, he thought, as he walked out of the room! It’s “say no to plastic bags”day He was thinking as he walked out of the room.

He was confused if some days came more frequently than the others. Then he realised: it was the Earth Day and Environment Day earlier in the year. They all brought similar ideas. What had he done for the Earth, for the environment and for humanity. Seeing flaws wasn’t enough. Walking among zombies wasn’t enough.

He liked watching “The Irishman.” Nero was Nero and Pacino was Pacino. One of the greatest myths was acting. Nobody acted. Method was merely imbibing some emotions of the subject in hand. All actors, writers and painters had their idiosyncrasies printed on it. Even those who thought that Atheling or Logos was speaking through them. And then not just them, but everybody. Yes. It was merely forgetting oneself temporarily.
Those who didn’t float in the cosmic ocean felt weight of a freight train. Fiction was addiction: not because it was stranger than reality rather because of its allowing the subjects to say things they would avoid in the non fiction. Story telling comes easiest to sleeping bags. Ennui is a myth. Liquor or drugs did the same- that is why you have a history of most dazzlingly brilliant Galaxy of authors who were obese, alcoholic or addicted to caffeine. Nicotine or caffeine is considered “normal” in artistic circles. As normal as liquor in the poetic circles. Alcohol or caffeine addiction is the most widespread of addictions and is as common among authors as among other creative individuals.

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Segue

Her general knowledge was not good. She kept forgetting simple things . He was in love with her. But he was concerned for her fading memory.

“Oh,” he said, “you don’t know your own heart, and I know mine.” I am sure you are interested in this. I will see what can be done. He went home and told his father, who was very much pleased, and asked his son what he would like to have. I don’t think we should be together now. I am sad. But we need to say our goodbyes some day.


Why not now? I’ll just tell you, once more, how I felt at that moment. I don’t want to say goodbye. Why! I am sorry. I understand . It’s all right.

Birdie.

Segue. Sage way. Let’s go away. Separate ways. Saying goodbye he waved his hand. It was slightly strange but she had poop for general knowledge. And she had flunked on her quizzes. I mean: all her quizzes. It was bit of a mystery. What mystery. Mystifier. Fiery eye rye eerie year indeed deed done in indigo goes chigoe. And she was taking a shower.

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If a rocket can hit wicket…

Birds are returning to their nests. They are little birds, and the mothers are very angry with them. Piglet gimcrack rucksack backpack acknowledged ledgerdemain. One mother bird is not happy. As it has a toothache. This is because the other mother bird has a bad temper and she scratched it.

Birds are chirping around me. The sky has been covered by a layer of clouds. Kane: the Polynesian God stopped by the way. He stopped by to talk. I had nothing to say. You should tell him about the clouds. The somersault by the Merle on ley lines. There are clouds in the sky.

Granny allowed me to eat some guavas. They were unripe…on branches. Some of them fell as I was giving them to Grandma for sauce. Chutney has nothing to do with knee. Snickersnee need Edo ode diode module site. I was on my way to make chutney when I smelled it. It was a pleasure to meet you at the moment. After I ate my guavas I was overcome with fainting and fell on the floor. It was a temporary heart attached to this question. If a rocket can hit you it can hit me.

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Melancholy Melanie.

Emotional hubbub bubblegum Mugwumps thumbs-up handpumps umpteen omasum humdrum humbug gummy bears.

She wanted to give you her everything. All you asked was for her contact number. You gave her up. And you have forgotten about the words of wisdom. I am sure you are doing well and you will find out more information about this…… wrote Wendy in a letter one morning. And get the number of some good company for your friend. Endemic mixed with a friend who was born on July the 13. I know that if you want to find out more information about this…..
And when the door opens, there is another room behind Hindsight Hindu Kush cushion ion on onions. I can only offer you a feeling of melancholy, which you have lost and you are never going to get back.

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Big Time Spider!

The liberal Moon and Neptunian mist of the word. I kept asking questions for which she had no answers. She was not consistent in her responses. Nor logical. It was her presence. Her beautiful mind and body of bliss which seemed to be always one with his being. The place he considered home. A mile long banyan tree which was home to many dannar bees and butterflies. Jejune Junebug may fly out to mayflowers. But Wendy might grow up. Enough Wendy! You need to come inside house now. Look what has been cooked for you this evening. Pea Soup. You love that. Don’t you? Big dipper looks all dapper with pert posterior. It is big time spider and big time spider can do some big time spinning.

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Kumbhakarna

He was a studious man. He had nectar in his ears. He was going to to ask for the power to continuously work on his project for six months without sleep.

He wanted relaxing sleep to be nearly one day long. He had worked hard to to gain merit which granted him the requisite perfection.

Please send the application to Lord Brahma– the department of merits wrote back in response to his inquiries.

As soon as the Gods came to know of this they hired Saraswati to delude this Chap to write 6 in place of 1 and 1 in place of 6. This slight mistake not only reversed the effect he was seeking but also changed his destiny. It ensured his fall and ultimate death and it also ensured gods won. When he reached Lord Brahma after his death he asked him why he allowed this to happen. To which lord Brahma replied that those angels who deceived him will be subject to similar effects in the cycles to come that in the next cycles he would be immune to sleep. He didn’t think that the compensation was any explanation to what was asked but there was no other way.

Bramha didn’t have answers he was seeking. He will be born with the same powers right from birth and he will be able to accomplish what he couldn’t. With the assurance the Asura kept drinking the sura, the divine Madeira wine in the classes of nine. Kumbhakarna enjoyed watching the fight between Angels and Demons and when the time was ripe was born again to fulfill his dreams. The Gods found out what had happened and they decided to test predictions.

Kumbhkarana who was the enemy of words became the very word of God. Served the cause and merged in the cause. The story continued that he was the Word, and the Word was serving Him. He became the teacher of gods. And as he was narrating this story to his pupils they were all listening with wonder. Then the Almighty God approached the teacher of gods and asked him to tell the student what the most powerful divine weapon was made of.

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Kindness is Paramount

ok have you heard about the Jesus Jesus Jesus Jesus Jesus Mary is my favourite character that’s ever been in my gaming life. Have you heard about Buddha for the birds which were talking behind his back about the kid who was crying because of the memories of his mother the father was trying to control the kid but the cows were not show particular about the way the kid was crying therefore the Jesus and the Gandhi and the Buddha and Ramalinga they all join hands became Angels and came to the kid singing Rhymes Nursery Rhyme funny time and all of them sing a song which need the Thrones government Google hahahaha hohohoho like the Santa Claus they made the kid very happy and then he flew towards the Sky with the angels and his mother was there Lo and behold he flew into heaven. But the kid was crying again and he saw his mother’s beautiful eyes. And she told him to smile the kid third to be rude and then the kid look towards the sky which was dancing with the grace light and it was a wish fulfilling that gemtree which distributed the Ambrosia the sweet nectar for free with the little one. At that time they were all very happy now. now the mother said it is your turn Birds 2 EP is the weeping child u have been frolicking for the whole day now do some work because without the work you cannot enjoy your lunch first of all you won’t get it second even if you get it you would find that you are not worthy of it because the laws are very strange very Visa and very very so paneer so birds and deserve your food do you understand what I am saying I am saying this because I am talking to you and no one else you are the one who is frolicking Yes you are the one who is falling licking the sweet nectar on the cheeks of the dancing light of grace which is the only country in the entire existence Yes you are the one who is dancing with the grace of the god on the land of nectar this land is the only country Only place where dreams and reality merge into each other where every desired is fulfilled immediately and you do not find any kind of abstruse in affable inharmonious incommodious intrusive rumpled is tilted skin coming before your goals and your work … Where are the dancing light of grace where highest duggan are being missed … The path of this life is so amazing
I have heard a story, I know that it is a It is the mystery beyond mystery beyond mystery chemistry inside chemistry inside chemistry alcami Myna aha See the miracle every night my love
… Destiny destiny destiny no destiny miracle clear ear arey Re Ray of hope job dreams
Love the world with its wonder and beauty in itself
If you were in the world and saw a giant white cat, I would think that the world would be a perfect place for a cat. Yes the world is in your mind and your mind is in the world in the nature is in the mind and the mind is in the nature and the nature of the nature is to mind the mind and the mind of the nature is to mind the nature you are the nature and the nature of the nature is in you
and you love the world And you love yourself you are the nature of the world
and you are the nature of yourself
and you love the world
Next line This is the next line the line of the meeting the place is all the predestination To be the nature of the nature the nature of the nature is to mind the mind of the nature is to love the world of the world is to What is metamorphosis it is apperception it is perception about the perception it is matter near catatonia catalepsy you know that you know and consciousness is infinite Li concept of infinite levels within it the fractals inside the loops …