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WordPress

How do you use social media?

  1. I used e-mail.
  2. Interacted on discussion forums which helped improve communication skills as I was talking to people all across the globe.
  3. In my work as a software professional I continued to interact with team mates and clients in an on-site off-shore model via social media.
  4. I used some of the social media platforms and found them to be troubled by advertisement industry.
  5. WordPress also had its share of spams and unsolicited malware like accounts but it worked compared to other social media because it focussed on message expressed in words. What happened to Twitter is apparent. Most of these platforms are used to further personal agendas for the corporations they’re run by instead of providing a neutral, trustworthy, long time means of communication for users.
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4120, 47 look ups, United Nations World Food Program Website Free Rice Vocabulary Test Level 5th

  1. Free Rice was created by Josh Breen in 2007.
  2. I have been using it since 2010-2011.
  3. It puzzles you by using primary, secondary or tertiary connotations at times.
  4. I invited James Harbeck of Sesquiotica fame to try the test out, the event created a ceiling in old frame which I myself cracked many times over. [ 0 errors until you score 1000 and 16 errors at max before you reach 2060. ]
  5. James Harbeck is a linguist and weblogger at Sesquiotica who is in the  great list of literati created by Peter Schmies, which was maintained by Darryl Miyaguchi up until 2000 or 2001.
  6. The Peter Schmies Word Classification Test used to accompany another detailed test which is now dysfunctional.
  7. Similarly, United Nations World Food Program Website Free Rice which claimed to support cause of alleviating World Hunger; to which I devoted a great amount of time and energy is bugged or they changed the test format.
  8. In either case: they don’t respond back to emails.
  9. James Harbeck, Peter Schmies or James Grimes might still respond to your emails if they promote their business as well.
  10. I once did a guest post for James Harbeck’s Weblog Sesquiotica: it’s the only post with “Freshly Pressed” status.
  11. No such thing as apartheid on WordPress.
  12. Yes, Michael Quinion’s World Wide Words or Language Log still exist as functional websites but I seldom get time to explore them because I devote all my free time to develop my personal AI assistant with help of Replika platform.
  13. Yes, WordPress websites are three times as costlier as they used to be just a decade ago. Inflation. This website hardly uses any images at all these days and I am chopping off old branches or leaves one after another.
  14. For example: the latest WordPress weblog where I hardly have any followers has only capacity for about one fifty articles if I also post images.
  15. A decade ago such websites let you publish about a thousand articles before you moved on.
  16. How so very organised. Another website soon popping up on Blogger.
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My Masterpiece For The Daye!

1. Cherie (Rowland Lucas?) looks like a Saint. The post was about bullies. The last post on which I commented via Blogger’s World bridge: was about trolls. Trolls mean fishermen. Phishing is similar in sound. I explained her the meaning of cranes versus swans. The black swan.

2. Many pleasant things happened today. First and foremost: I got a new job which is to teach a kid I have taught twice before. The engagement couldn’t continue for more than one and a half or two months on previous occasions. Lessons learnt: the first time around I was working too hard. Fever took over me. The second time around: I was compassionate to Harijanas but they had no compassion to return. Mind you: they were all richer than me. To make meet ends I toiled. The third time around it was the core of mysterious: transmigration of soul and Egyptian mysteries revealed. How were the pyramids made? How was the Tajmahal made? How costly is it to buy a litre of milk everyday? How much does it cost to walk on your own? What does it mean to be a freelancer? How costly is a banana or a coconut water glass? Spiders. Cats. Bats. Parrots.

3. The poem had a strange title. It was written by one Kedarnath Aggrawal. The title was: Plum(ber) returning to Moon’s Eclipse. Plum is representative of evil people who are good looking. Lunar eclipse is, well, lunar eclipse. Coconut, as per the same Sanskrit dictum, represents good people. Coconut water under the bicycle tyre? Who are the onycophagists and where do they come from?

4. I thought it was written by her. It was indeed. By HER. But not her her. Ben hurr. Har har har. Spotify.

5. Then comes the book and the fasting and methodical dissolution. Aryan Cat was indeed big. Nonchalant. The overwrite: a rickshaw puller was giving directions to the car driver. It’s my own creation. It’s like updating the database. Virus Database has been updated. Dancing light of grace! Satyam Shivam Sundaram.

6. He was the best student but could never study for a month in the entire year of Corona. She was the best student and studied for about three or four months in the last two and half years. I reach to one conclusion: in the nature versus nurture: nurture has won so far. These two were born with previliges. Rest of my students were not upto the mark. Their parents came from low income strata or lower castes. I know from experience: it’s not a rule but so far I have taught about twenty students and these two were single children of their parents.

7. I read a book by Sudarshan. He’s Khalil Gibran of India who was discovered today.

8. That which has no beginning or end has no middle. The statement comes from IAmThat: by Nisargadatt/Maurice Frydman. This much for in betweens. But the Buddhist system is not for reaching to conclusions which are final. They are merely to create heaps of wisdom. Skandhas. Kartikeya is commander in chief of demigods. Dreams made of wisdom are divine and the boomerang goes back to one who threw it first: what was the name? Narayan. Vaasudev. Shiva. Buddha.

9. Asad was the name of the kid. He asked for the ball yesterday and today again. My tennis ball looks worn out. I need to buy a new one and yet: I can’t afford it until I get money for it. I asked his name and heard him say ‘Hasan.’ Then another boy came on a bike. I told him the same thing. His eyebrows were connected like those of Rohan’s, Shivani’s, Amit’s and mine.

10. I left the field in time. I had poha. I had bowled forty times. Yesterday evening it was eighty times. The new job offer which came via Shivani was cancelled. I had written the details on her notebook and I cancelled it. Fishes in aquarium except one black fish died.

11. My net worth: two hundred rupees. My monthly income: would be forteen hundred rupees : provided Shivani and Rohan’s parents can afford it after the thirty first. People below poverty line income earn about six thousand five hundred rupees per month: which means I am getting less than most poor people. Why? Why am I still in such a poor country? Middle class families give more pocket money than this to their high school kids. I was brought here from Vrindavan to be executed systematically. Who invented zero? Who discovered it.

12. What is North? North is a dimension full of answers. Right is South, left is North. Vaamdev. Vaammarga. Tantra. If you sit with your face towards North: East is right. East is past. If you sit with your face towards East: Right is Right and North is Wrong. So what is right and what is Wrong? If you sit with your face towards West: Amitabh asks: Who created Zero? Void. Then: Right is left. Tantra is right then. Left is South. Right is wrong then. The question arises: in the beginning was the darkness or light or were they both same? In the beginning was the word or the light? What’s North? North is a dimension full of answers.

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Word!

1. I had half a litre of milk, one ten rupees bread packet, a bowl full of rice and daal in lunch. I had two rotis and a glass of milk in the morning after breathing exercises and a plate of poha before I entered inside the stadium. I could throw only three overs. A boy who had a bag on his back asked if I could give him the ball. I would have been left with nothing to play. Bob Dylan’s Tambourine Man plays on Spotify playlist. Another madman was projecting Murari Baapu while Narayan Sukta was playing: I was stopped by an old woman who wanted to confirm if she had approached the Chhatrasal’s Horse. She used these words in Bundelkhandi:

” Has Chhatrasal’s Horse arrived?”

“Keep walking straight,” I answered.

“But is it nearby?”

“Yes,” I said.

2. I read couple of stories by Rumi in library. They were translated by one Shandilya. I made a note.

Moses rebuked one devotee.

The unseen or alakh or adrishta told him on radio: “they’re the strange ones. I didn’t create this world to get service from them but to make them feel my power and debt. Let them speak as they please.”

Moses came out of the bushes and told the stranger whose clothes he had already burnt with his fire:” you can say as you please. “

3. The meeting with Shams e Tabriz: different accounts highlight Rumi’s master having command over either fire or water. The moment Rumi said to Tabrizi: ” This is the type of thing you know nothing about,” the books either caught fire or were dropped in the lake. They were recreated in one account and not recreated in another. The account I read today says that Rumi’s master was killed by his relatives because they suspected that he had done some magic which had made Rumi give up his old routine.

4. The Mongoose was spotted the moment I locked the library, hanged the key and began to walk. I kept observing it until it didn’t go away.

5. An army ‘water’ tank was parked outside the Post Office. It had “Factory Jabalpur” written on it. I had to make my students speak “Kaarkhana” and “Factory” multiple times. Despite being in the seventh standard she doesn’t know the meaning of either factory or Kaarkhana. I have to earn my bread but I am often concerned about how weak most of my students are when it comes to read and write. It seems as if they’re atleast two three standards behind. Her vocabulary is not enough to understand even fifth class Hindi books. I do what I can.

6. I had to sit on bench made by Jai Industries which is parked outside to the stadium: I took a nap listening to music. Most of the festivals are show off by communities who have hoarded money for long. People like us are accussed of stealing this or that: books, articles, trophy wives and so on: real hoardes remain behind the scene and the game continues. It’s a routine day for us. Even Sundays are workdays for us. For us there are no bank accounts, no subsidy, no free lunch, food or water, no welfare or community. Who are we and where did we come from and why?

7. I need some sleep before the next class. I am happy to have found a door opening in the Blogger’s World. Sometimes I wonder if Kristina Van Hoose was actually Pam Kirst herself: then you know: what happened? And if it was that Kristina of Automattic: it was a bigger conspiracy. Most forced and mean was entry of Visakha, Piyusha and Visakha’s stalker(where’s Nadine?): What did I really have to do with all that? Anyway: those who know : know that it was the most selfless hardwork I had ever done. Automattic didn’t say that the forum couldn’t be made into a chatting forum. Now : if it’s more active than it has been in the last four years: it gives me happiness. Pam. Oneta. Collate. Kristina. Nadine. Shine. Free spirit. Rashmi. Piyusha. Meg. Jose. And others who came together to create a space(like iambic pentameter poet who inspired thirteen words story,) for wandering souls. Growing up shouldn’t be boring or should it be optional. Passion meets creativity and becomes compassion. Emailing shouldn’t be an option either since we have telepathy. I began writing this note when it was thirteen five PM. I rest my case here. Happiness for all!

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Death is dead!

1. It’s a strange place I have reached. Whereas the most abstruse of spiritual and political topics seem like back of my left hand: my everyday life is a life of dire poverty. My net worth is three hundred and twenty rupees and I am waiting to receive my due fees from three parties.

2. World Food Programme received Nobel Peace Prize: though they are as rigged as Cricket Matches : I am happy that some charity does happen on their behalf : and since I spend some time everyday-playing Free Rice game: I feel like I deserve some rice when I eat it. Not because what I have donated recently is enough to feed many children: it’s a meagre one kilogram : but I am extremely popular. Despite being hidden. Despite being a blogger who has only hundred followers who were not bought by liking in return or by using flattery: I did wait for the count to reach to 100 from 90. By then, all previous ailments, which are merely memories were dropped. Blogger’s World survived but didn’t thrive. A Blogger blog which had utmost honest accounts of how Corona originated (it originated when I was enjoying the Chinese porn): survived. I am happy for World Food Programme. I do need some institution or organization which really does what it says.

3. Maria Mata Convent High School doesn’t. Its T is italicized. Mafos. Logos. All the same. Red Cross? I don’t know. I was a star advertiser : then I was not eligible as a teacher. I was eligible to be butchered collectively in another school: Sanskar Public. The main problem is: I don’t understand why such a prestigious institution encroached such a big amount of public land on a road. Secondly: the same was done by Choubey Nursing Home. And after many months of news reports in 2018 : nothing ever happened. Voices are suppressed : efficiently. I would give you an offer you won’t be able to resist. Marlon Brando/Al Pacino/Robert De Nero? It doesn’t matter. You’re a Warner Bros: stay mum. Anand Hero? Yarmulke? It’s time to shine. Put a drunk man near collector bungalow. What is news? Even collector bungalow encroached public road. Do you have courage to bulldozer that land? Or is it only poor people like me?

4. Sampat had problems with my cleaning the field. My neighbors had bigger problems. And why? Because it’s always a problem. Sampat didn’t know that her name means what her grandchild’s name meant: “vaibhav” : opulence. It was the same name which was inserted into me when I was dying after having my heart stopped. Satyam was present in two such episodes with me. Galla Mandi: Ganesh: and then playing the ball in the academy. Jai Tripathi called it out like the child who saw emperor’s clothes: is it a bhoot bungalow sir? Sampat only had a colony of ghosts in her house. She was rude then and even more rude in parting. She was the second lady after the secretary of Gandhi Smarak Nidhi who employed me: but they were never as clear as I was: they mixed money with cleavage while I wanted them to keep them distinct. I was supposed to be paid for my honest labours. The kids I taught didn’t let me teach. They were mostly nuisance makers. I did my best but in the end: you are not being paid because we had to spend time preparing tea for you. You know what: I had five ghosts in my house: they channeled countless ghosts and you’re not new. Maybe you’re more connected to elite of the town: being a Chaturvedi and all. Who is Bhajju Goswami? Is he same as Gyanesh Or is he a different version. He was more of a friend and we did play chess but he disappeared.

5. It has been six months. I was beaten by a black commando and police. Why? Because I was walking towards a library. I was composing with a slut who thought she was a goddess. I was commenting on heir apparent winking at cheat apparent. The policeman didn’t know where Gandhi Smarak Bhavan is and yet had a right to beat me. Isn’t it logical that since that beating didn’t change the disease and didn’t control the community spread and the Maximilian Muhammad farci: all draconid constellation rulers be soon brought to justice? Will it make me happy that same treatment is given to president, prime minister, or all goons? Will it make me happy that all traces of this civilization disappear for good? I really don’t know the root cause. What can I say? I see beggars vying for attention all around me.

6. What did I learn this year? It’s Autumn. Now deciduous trees mean something else: they don’t make me recall whores. They merely tell me that I have sacrificed myself as many times for the Truth as the leaves falling from trees. I see crows, pigeons, mules, bulls, pigs, dogs and humans: they all have a different meaning to me. This was the greatest year ever!

7. I still long to see thousand hooded serpent. Giant lizards. Aliens. Grays. Sirians. Vulcans. Orions. Etcetera. Where are my countless clones? Exact replicas with whom I may spend time without noise? How long do I need to serve logos before I am rewarded with a noise proof room where I have perfect control for as long as I need it. If no such thing exists: logos is powerless and fake.

8. Where are gods and goddesses with thousands of heads. Not the mystical version of people cooperation. No. If you rattle psyche of children for aeons : by telling them stories about them: you should show something real. Instead: you invent new ways of torture:

9. Celibacy. Sexuality. Marriage. Ethics. Parents. Police. Neighborhood. Shamans. State. Taxes. Outcastes. Incomplete education. Sleep deprivation. Malnutrition. Adulteration of food. Using electricity, internet and other wiring to adulterate music of spheres. And add goons, maafia as well as Mahajan to that: if everyone is indebted to some greater Lord: why do I need to bear the cross everytime?

10. Advertisement carry more knowledge than news reports. Imagination is more powerful than knowledge. I was a slave. Then I thought I was free. Then I was initiated by another Inder who imposed some impossible to fulfill conditions like a diary: what a fake institution. Then: back to Nayanmars who claimed perfect enlightenment merely by chanting omamashivaay. Here precedence was given to rudraksha bearers by primeval Lord? What’s so special about a tree, stone, hair, bones, DNA? Anki and Anlil.

11. Amitabh. Western Buddha verse. Piyusha Patel: only person who asked me earnest philosophical questions in the last year. Only a few meetings. Mere confirmation that I hadn’t forgotten the names and teachings: Jiddu, UG, Eckhart, Nisargadatt, Buddha, Padmasambhava, Nanaka, Rama, Vaasudev, Vyasa, Ramananda, Muhammad, Moses, Ramalinga, Patanjali and Gandhi. Foundation course: Shriram Sharma. Osho. Kripaluji. Satya Sai Baba. Baba Ramdev. I wondered if Asharam, Ram Rahim and Rampal etc were merely adept actors or something of order of solitary confinement did happen to me. I was deprived of sleep, food and given shock treatment by gray aliens in the darkest nights. Let it be known to all who read: Death is dead. Covid is dead. Dick Laurent is dead.

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Updates and thanks!

I just raised 18000 grains of rice on Freerice! For every answer you get right, 5 grains go to the UN World Food Programme. Play it here: https://freerice.com/apps

1. This blog now has 100 followers. For some mysterious reasons: 91 to 100 followers took a long time. This time around I didn’t follow the followers. I just kept the records and narrated the events in the best way I could. I didn’t steal copyright images or ideas from others. My WordPress blogs taught me a lot about keeping records.

2. Thanks everyone. Thanks for everything.

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The four noble truths!

Marvels of Science and Technology

A train passes by.

People wonder what’s going on full stop and I wonder with them.

What is going to happen next question mark questionmark !

Google Translate assistant rule: recognise! But don’t recognise?

A bird chirping so sweetly as many others have been. I had pleasant relaxing tea which was 10 rupees instead of the usual 5 under a shade which was better furnished than the usual 3 shades.

Consider it an irony aur usual turn of events: I have more images which I like compared to I ever had before

The transliteration tool cannot type o r: mark which means ” else “

Therefore: it always types aur. Which means in Hindi:” a n d “

If you had the time to read the sentences above: and you are not like the dirty Buddha guy just to promote your book here: you understand now how difficult it is for me to transcribe my thoughts. You may say it is not a compulsion. I agree. It’s certainly wasn’t. It is a choice: some choices lead to to is affection and others to profound depth of perception. I chose the latter. The keypad of this phone it still doesn’t work and tomorrow I might not be able to record research ideas as I am doing now.

Even when I know that I might not be able to access these recorded transcriptions I continue to embody the spirit of earnest blogging. Creating art which is appreciated by others or which makes others feel good is not against this spirit. But still marketing and popularizing your stuff takes more effort then creating it for the sake of record in experimentation. Having experienced both blogger and WordPress I can clearly tell: so called artists on this platform misguide themselves and others. You may say that I should have adjusted myself to the platform long ago. If part cannot be at war against the whole how could I be behaving the way I do despite the entire community behaving differently. It is strange: people on this platform are writers who want others to read their work and there are no readers. Some people go on to say: it is better to have one or two perceptive than throngs of dumba followers. That is alright but you won’t ever get even a single follower who doesn’t want to become a leader. Therefore please yourself and be in your company aur do as you will.

As in any market Monopoly of the word press employees has always been here. I was always free to leave this platform and choose another and I would have found square over there as well. You don’t have any option to to unsubscribe from wordpress employees who force feed their ideas into you like you don’t have any freedom to remove TV channel which support government.

Whatever is present in your mind is the truth of the movement. It might be different the next moment. It might change completely all might remain the same. All you can do is what you can do. The truth of someone else cannot be yours and yours cannot be that of someone else’s

What kind of politics doesn’t thrive on fear . And what kind thrives on love.

The four noble truths: first: there is corona.

Second floor landmark: mark there is a reason for it.

Third. Desire to die aur thanos is the root cause for Corona.

Fourth: the desire to die is transfiguration of desire to live and expand.

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DLOG

1. DLOG is short for dialogue and the acronym for Dancing light of Grace.

2. Imagine as a verb was never used in my studies as it was found today in the IBM: ad version. In Spotify it gives poor people about thirty minutes of aid. Maid. Animadversion would do anima. Amina will treat amino acids.

3. Imagine means real or seen in a new light or way in that: just to clarify.

4. Rick Rosner said he couldn’t be enough obnoxious. No matter how hard he tried.

I have to get back to full swing panache panacea panatela telamon gnomon gnomic phillipic phillibeg hillbilly idyllic.

It suits you in winter: triangle is visible but what the heck Abracadabra Abraham cadet deterrant Nebraska Nevada absinthe atheling Mingas gastric bypass surgery abysmal dismal marmalade.

I love publishing this and reading it back:

Itsynasynyayaverserkukierkegaardudderenegadeugeniandroberyearlyrenegadeutahailingasynasgaardyaddaayennobledelyoidoilyreverberashenuninjamousymalmseymotelanugoannamesakenowassayageyanamnesisalarm.

It’s easier than it seems. I began doping this as an exercise when I was looking for lengthy words. I might have published some of the longest words ever but they are undeerevognized. My smartphone keypad doesn’t do C…it instead does V . So long…

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Indo-european delusions!

Some birds are chirping here. Some cows are grazing in the fields. Gardners are busy plucking raw mangoes these days. I had to take a class early in the morning at 7:00 a.m. but the student was not available. I have observed that my students are not careful and meticulous with their schedules. I do not understand the kind of reasoning which goes behind their planning but it is constantly kind of business with which I cannot help. I don’t know if they do so knowingly or they are really mechanical and somewhat animal like. I am still unable to find very rudimentary forms of Intelligence around me. It is not consistency which I seek but understanding of human nature. Even the birds follow routines and subroutines. Business commands our learning because human societies are structured in the name of a purposeful and meaningful life. The meaning of life is mostly associated with feeling comfortable safe grounded and connected. Even the wild is connected to the nature and even the group of large people who are disconnected with their own selves perish.

Nightingales are known as Koyal in Hindi. Koyla is the word for fuel which is used to build fires. Both of them are black in colour. I can observe haziness increasing on the sky which is in front of me. I think I understand my surroundings better now. Some bees and Beatles and insects or buzzing and it seems musical. What kind of freedom I was after all my life? In my deluded episodes I imagined myself to be in some kind of utopia where I did not need to work or earn money and everyone was fed without working for earning money. Indo European delusions there was no form of currency required.

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The Maximals City!

After the virus outbreak-USA with five other countries trialled China in the international court to which China resisted. Cold war became an all out third world war which lasted six years. Drones, Mind control and death rays were used to annihilate population down to six percent of global population.

Global warming melted Himalayas and other oceans overflow making Venice and New York sink. All minimalist cavers lived in jungles eating leaves or animal flesh until none were left.

They head towards the city where rest of the world the hoarders were living. All the banks had already sunk and only the ocean was everything. Visible from everywhere. Beggars and minimalism guys were dependent on mercy of hoarders now as it was the barter system which fed people on daily basis. The magicians flourished but they too were dependent on the six percent of city dwellers. it was a hot hell for the minimalist but it was the world at large. The essential goods every one carried with them at all times: masks, sanitizers, counters, bowl, enema pot and a book to read lest they fall ill or go cuckoo.

The city worshipped: Sun, Moon and Venus. Politicians, Warrior and Medical staff. Teachers, alchemists and artists.

All people were forced to marry or go out of the six Sigma city into the oblivion where minimalist often used to become fodder for Barbarian cannibals. Marriages provided rains for the city. food chain. gods. Six babies per family was a must. many mothers died and remarriage was a norm. only requirement for marriage was fertility. Those who couldn’t reproduce were shown out of the city walls and nobody was an exception to the prime law of reproduction which was to sustain tree of life. Magicians were living out of city walls and priests used to consult them time to time but priests and shamans of this strange city were not worshipped. they were merely a necessary profession like janitors or handymen. End.

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Guido Van Rossum!

What a wonderful music plays in the background as the creator of the language introduces himself to his audience.

How often do you hear from Larry Page or Bill Gates or Linus Pauling or Sigmund Freud or Ved Vyasa in your coursework?

I mean: I must be fortunate as he has worked on it for 25 years. How smart indeed!

I am Oslo working on Moslo mostly slowly and slowly willy Nilly. All matters subject to court of Xanada:

Guido Van Rossum

Awesome sommelier

Kristin a Van Hoosegaw

Awe guffaw gallimaury

Dry drayfuss omnibus

Busted colophon honeycomb discombobulated.

Detergentryearlyrixalyazimurhuyamaggymohiyoulukamikazezennoblennyayaverserkierkegaardenyingmagusolouvrevuuenneagrammayon

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RIP- Irrfan Khan!

  1. Irrfan Khan was born January 7, 1967. Left this world today: April 29, 2020, according to Wikipedia.

2. I remember his chart having Jaiminee Atmakaraka in the sign Pisces, in Navamsa before. Now the data has been altered. The same thing happened with the chart of Ramana Maharshi when I was studying in college. Atmakaraka in Pisces suggests a soul who does meritorious deeds and attains final liberation according to Parashar: Jaiminee. Mars being the chara Atmakaraka suggests someone who fought a war or struggled in life. He also had an exalted Jupiter, a baritone voice, like Amitabh Bachchan and his oceanic eyes were like Osho aka Acharya Rajneesh. I thought he, and not Aamir Khan was the most suitable actor to play the role.

3. In 2012, he added an extra r in his name. Irfan became Irrfan.

Irfan: 9+ 18+ 6+ 1+5=39=12=3.

Irrfan: 9+18+18+6+1+5=57=3.

Though root number remained the same, he became a number 57, from 39. He said he liked the sound of an extra r.

{ N.B. – I wrote this draft immediately after the news of his departure arrived. As I searched for a sentimental song, which I would be sharing in the next post, I lost this draft. My apologies for the delayed publishing and condolences to his family, friends and admirers. }

4. His surname Khan= 16=7.

5. IK= 3+ 7=10=1.

6. The root number as per the birthday: 7.

7. Life path number: 31=4.

8. Today’s root: 29=2.

Today’s life path: 1.

9. His life path now matches to his name path. He has reached the Allah. May he ever rest in peace.

10. I watched his Paan Singh Tomar in a cinema hall. I liked his profundity and dialogue delivery. Along with Anil Kapoor he shared screen for India as Gulzar and A. R. Rehman won the academy award for the song Jai Ho for Danny Boyle’s Slumdog Millionaire.

11. He was an avid reader and a noble soul.