1. Baby owl posed for a picture as Gengas were making much noise in a chorus before rising to a higher branch. I see an amazing dance as a gull walks shaking its head. The Auburn sky has a pink Sun behind the tree. Even the best of voices made by those dames are no match to this music being made by the birds and cows. They pick on the subtle vibration which is getting erased but hasn’t completely erased. This silence is not so still as it appears.
2. Three Moonflowers were dancing on a plant as I took the picture of the Ashvini Moon who was playing with the Artemis. A young woman I know said that she thought the picture of the moon was incredible.
3. It’s a Sunday and whether it’s going to be a lockdown is being discussed on tea stalls. I had to take biscuits with tea standing upright because the chairs are reserved for the illuminati. The stone piece was taken by the mustache neighbour. My neighborhood uncle went early morning to his job. I met almost nobody until the first tea stall. At first I asked the vendor for tea.
4. After the first tea stall there were boys talking about yesterday’s match. One of them joined me on the second tea stall for a tea. When I was sipping the tea, looking at the dance in the West, one of them shouted at me, taking me to be one of them. Four crows were traveling towards the North. Last evening there were boys escorting me and boys debating their accounts until I reached Maria Mata. There someone working for one politician or the other pitched this into my ear: Maria Mata is the place for the rich and the beautiful. “You have to steal from that.” As soon as I got up in the morning, there were boys dashing about to make the preparations. Like “Dick Laurent is dead,” of the lost highway it’s the devil waiting to stitch a pattern. I don’t know any seamstress. The open to interpretation songs are many floating in the air these days. The other day I saw a crow with a ring in its bill.
5. For some reason: all the dogs were agitated today. The truck which passed just now broke the silent stream with its flashy loud horn. Then I turned to look at the other thing that was going on: the boys were playing a game by rolling balls along the ice of the reservoir.
6. It was the second time Pavitra’s dad asked for a mesh to protect the Kadamba plant. I had asked him to check with the municipality guys because they support such activities. He said that he checked and there was no support. I shrugged.
7. The guy in evening asking for the way to Bijawar Naka at a place where dozens of people were present was not a coincidence or show. It was for preparing a ground in which Dick Laurent is dead could have been put. Couple of guys were showing leg to a dog and it was to me by proxy like the truck driver asking if this road goes to Panna. By my appearance he should not have used the term “Seth” for it’s the term reserved for the Mollock and its servants.
1. It’s a nice weekend morning here. Yellow butterfly flyover flutterby bilateral relations between two people. Ants. Burroughs. Yellow flowers. Green leaves dancing. The ivies on the neem tree also dance. A 180 metre long boundry wall fell because of the lightening. I am not disgusted by the way people react in the face of chaos. It was clear right from the onset. The tea was pleasant. The day before yesterday the stall guy had pitch black eyes. Earlier it was red eyes now it’s bald head. Something or the other to pick on. My sibling once asked: why do you have so much hatred for some things? The reason he asked the question was because he wasn’t able to perceive it in himself. I saw people. Hungry people dying for negative attention. What would their leaders look like? And what would their master look like? Yes, extremely hungry. I should be grateful for the stick I have in my hand because I didn’t bring umbrella. The roads were wet and the birds are chirping sweetly. I refused to play ping pong balls with them and it made them furious. It’s always some king or the other. I admit that you are a sovereign because there’s only one ground where reality dances a unique dance. You are that reality like me: why then, do you need, a king in every street and house? Do names really have meaning? How big is your kingdom? Do you even own your mind? I understand that you don’t and it’s fine by me. You can’t control the flow of your thoughts, but if they’re your thoughts, you can control them and decide who they are shared with.
2. There are cows near the railway track. Two technicians start filling the silent air with some random talk. The act is not top notch. They don’t mind you overhearing their conversation because they are putting it as a hint for suggestions they want you to absorb. In fact, what they have been doing is suggesting they are from the company that is making the railway tracks, and they have a problem that they need your help in solving.
3. If it’s not your doing, but rather your nondoing, your presence as not opposed to their absence but your graceful dance, your melodious flute, which is the voice of their soul. Why does it hurt? It shouldn’t. The only thing that is wrong is your body, which is a pack of secrets
. 4. Yamashita tabanid nidit ditto toasting toadying yingyang anglers. Lurking king kong chronicle clerihew hewn stewn sewn on the other Theravada vadapaav paavbhaaji chutney. I go to japan on my way back to samoa I don’t think I’ll be coming back to samoa
. 5. I did following things: breathing, walking, sleeping, writing and minding my surroundings: and it created some kind of resistance periodically. I don’t know if it is in any way unlawful but it’s somehow generating immense resistance because there is a good dancer who dances an amazing dance since time immemorial. When I saw the dance I was surprised and I thought if I could go to learn the dance I would be able to go anywhere in the world, even to China
. 6. It has been three days in a row and as soon as I sit under the margosa tree: two people join me. They pretend to talk about this or that but mostly it’s unconvincing because they could’ve chosen to be on the tea stall nearby. Oh they can’t go anywhere else they have been given incentive to be here. If someone as good as three thousand rupees per month can be given this much attention: mostly negative: they must be doing something too positive. Law of opposites. When I was in the village: I used to be a great dancer but my family members are not pleased with my dancing
. 7. Now there were three of them: they took names out of the journal but their flawed programming was clearly understood. The man with the azure shirt was not a labourer and had big nails. The slaty shaded pant guy had been here before. And they thought that the intelligence was blind. That it only takes random names and numbers for execution, damage or exaltation. If it were really so: it wouldn’t have been called an “intelligence” now, would it? And actually it’s not an intelligence but ‘the’ intelligence. The alpha and the omega. They were not aware of the blind intelligence.
8. The fourth guy said: I have served in bigger company and I don’t care about the small company like this. It was slightly strange but the new guy was wearing a shirt which was also azure, like that of the previous guy. I was not a tradecraftsman nor a rat or snitch but they needed no convincing that I was one of them as there were many tapping onto my wires, only stealthily, not treacherously because I took it for granted that whatever I spoke about to my wards or neighbours was made public because it was spoken with all earnestness without any reservations or hiding. The agreement had been that if I became a witness or a snitch, I would never be allowed to become a tradecraftsman and would have to leave
. 9. Being misunderstood was not something I loved. The only thing was: your presence made them feel smothered : and there was no escaping it. It was the presence of a name or form, a perzona, a masquerade, an identity. I really appreciate it as a script but not as a livelong business because I have more than you can see. I am infinity. So are you. Are you not? Don’t you know it already? So be it. Well, then; you are myself; if you are
. 10. There is a fire in California, earlier it was Australia. I remember about Amazon rainforest. I thought the twenty first century was the golden age with technology amply developed to create a safety mechanism against such fires. Resplendent dentists fragrant ranting chores galore. I found out that the greatest danger for the future is the unfathomable.
11. Cleanliness survey? I have lived in Chennai. How come Tamil people who took pride in their education are not caring well for cleanliness? I have seen a picture of monkey and a rat together.
12. I thought they were joking about gutka spitters. Now I don’t understand. There were monkeys on the field yesterday. I took a picture. I saw monkeys in a dream. You were wearing a white shirt. I saw a boy who had stone for chocolate. And he considered it dharma to chew on it, like dogs chew on the bones. They were violating all laws. Including the freedom of expression. What happened to the constitution? If we don’t have one, the monkeys can’t remain here.
Dancing light of grace 