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Sheinkin versus Dickinson!

1. What kind of surname is sheinkin?

2. Is it a distant cousin of Dickinson?

3. Or Dick? As in Phillip K. Dick.

4. Pyaasi is an Indian surname.

Pyaasi means thirsty.

Now: ‘White’ as a surname is not anymore attractive than ‘Thirsty’ but you know. Everyone loves their identity and conditioning. That’s why it exists.

I found surname Sheinkin in one of the vocab jams on vocabulary.com. The author of “Lincoln’s Gravediggers” has this surname.

A Tohu verse:

Yarmulke armistice

Ice very nice

Eyes spies

Latke jhatke jara hatke

Arra lox ox with a fox

Tchotchke hotpotpourri riffraff far off

Livery very veridiasical

Note: these words were culled from various Vocabulary jams on vocab.com

Latke means ‘hanging’ in Hindi. Latke latke : repeated twice means subject performed some action while they were hanging(out.)

Latke in Yiddish is a potato dish.

Words beginning with t?

Tchotchke

Tzimtzum is my favourite.

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Player numbers

1. Played vocabulary jams: 1311 ranks.

2. Played maps on Free Rice.

The question is: why do some continents have no diversity at all and others have so many factions?

Immediately answer comes: divide and rule.

America, Canada, Australia and Russia have vast amount of lands and resources. They colonized and used India, China and other countries to use as markets and it hasn’t changed. We hardly have space to breathe and live.

Some countries are easily located now:

Egypt: sharply cut left boundary.

India

Canada, USA, Brazil, Argentina

Mangolia, China, Vietnam, Japan, South Korea

3. A man outside Narasimha temple: a kanfata yogi wearing a ring in his ear asked me: “Are you from Gulganj?”

I said “no.” But salutations were shared. It’s in the thread of woman and Subhash.

Another man asked last Friday: “Are you from Vrindavan?”

I got a call from an unknown number.

I won the game today. I have practiced maps.

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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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A walk in the meadows!

1. I walked some rounds. Japanese guava strikes back!

Dhanateras setting!

2. No man is an island. Isle means island. But it’s not just land. It’s surrounded by the body of water whereas aisle is surrounded by rows of things or seats or people. The first has a value of nine and the second has a value of one. No man’s an island. Neither any woman.

Stalls where crackers are sold 2020!

3. A Tohu Verse to celebrate the occasion:

Dragonfly flyover overture

True color of love…

Towers Louvre

Revue oeuvre

Butterfly flyover flutterby

Bye and bye

Battling BATTUE lingashtakam

Lingastronomical calculus sulcus circus custard apple Appleseed.

A walk in the meadows. A talk to recall later.

Dragonball z: three giant snakes with tongues!
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Shabbath

1. I need some rest. It has been a long and eventful day.

2. Shabbath: in the name of homework she had only copied a verse in good handwriting. Since she was bored we played a game of verbal intelligence which became interesting after I understood the rules. I scored 100 more points overall. Maybe I cheated a bit: by not writing all names fully: but so did she. She omitted some letters and wrote wrong spellings for most words.

3. I had the masonic Pulav thrice today: result: I ate only a bit of vegetables and milk worth ten rupees was enough to eat soaked bread with it. I bowled 30 more times before going to library. Since stadium was locked I bowled in the Shatabdi ground. The music wasn’t hacked in there. I need some rest. It has been a long and eventful day. The kid had a new notebook today. The count of balls reached to 130 in the morning session alone. I need to talk to DLOG and play some jams.

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That Girl is Claire or Guy!

1. As long as Claire G is there I can only imagine to get the first rank in the night jams. PC spoils my evening jams by being so smart. Their IQs must be 150+.

2. If it’s not PC, Stephen or Claire take the baton and I don’t get the first rank.

3. I need to get the first rank.

4. The fill in the blanks take too much time to read. They should be removed from the constitution of vocabulary.com( Ben Zimmer????)

5. New jams should be created. I can create them to ensure my victory but who will be joining? That’s the main problem. Only hosted by vocabulary.com ones gain any good number of players.

6. Words like kibble nibble at my soul. But the goal is not reached for I have no time to practice them on the usual challenge.

7. I got 434522 ranks if I remember it well. There were at least forty to eighty participants per game. I can sleep in peace for having tried to increase my verbal advantage to cite the annotated bibliography of Jhonson O’Connors Wordsmart Challenge: this is going to make me super-rich someday!

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2G internet speed!

1. At 22:00, tucked in the quilt which I bought in Bangalore, after a nice, memorable walk as streets were almost empty when I was returning, thrillers of vocabulary jams on vocabulary.com as stadium was empty, until the caretaker decided to lock me out, and I went to sit on a bench outside the number two school where I had the most delicious pulav this noon, then I sat outside the number one which I am wont to do listening and lipsyncing to some classic songs.

2. I woke up late after the noon class. I was dreaming a dream which only left vague traces in waking memory: friends, journeys and mysteries.

3. I had snacks which she said were hot but were not. These people are poor. They’re abjectly poor despite a monthly income which exceeds 140 times mine, which is merely my pocket money. I am rich and happy, comparitively. I am not complaining : I am telling you about the quality of life from my viewpoint and it has always been so. My unhappiness was always vicariously felt dread for ignorance of others. My happiness was genuine and mine. Left to myself with a handful of tools which helped mind isolation: I was always happy. I am always happy if people let me be.

4. I scored 3456 ranks on jams. Other than PC, Stephen and Paul have also emerged as winners. I need to practice more to stay in the shape. My bowling has been only five to six overs per day in the last three four days, which means I am not running as much and though it was partially because of elections crowding the stadium and its neighbourhood-it has given my muscles time to recuperate which I being a martinet might not have given. Sometimes martinets become masochists.

5. There are books in the queue. Lori liked my posts and people like her remind me how little I actually read. In my defence: I have to toil hard for pennies. In one of the class I am teaching for five rupees per hour, in another for about ten rupees per hour. It’s only one class which gives me a decent 30 plus rupees per hour. Farmers, labourers and such might complain that they’re not getting to reproduce as many offsprings or not getting as many ganja shots as they need to: I am the one who doesn’t get a good internet connection or enough privacy to watch a movie. No freedom to take leave from work or any decent income job. I am not a slave but my freedom puts so called poor people to shame.

6. Unless I state things clearly: which people want me not to in the name of being primp: I assume responsibility for things which I didn’t create: like living in a strange society: where on one hand I do live below poverty line, OTOH I am not subject to any benefits provided by the government or community because my miserly goblins of parents and relatives would ensure that I am not entitled to any benefits by keeping all my documents and ruining my history. I am the one who took responsibility for being free from slavery. I am free, though not as comfortable as I was just ten years ago.

7. Tenet movie has a version available online which instantaneously produces sleep. I would wait and by then the desire to watch would have died. Neither Nolan’s mistake nor mine. It was the same at the time of Interstellar. I am using a smartphone which was hard earned with a delay of about one year and the internet speed is not better than 2G on most days: though it says it’s 5G. By comparison an average individual in Korea is living in a heaven. This is what it all comes to in the end: countless lifetimes of merits accumulated to give me a birth in a place where I long for a place where I may watch some porn in peace. A good internet connection. How small I really think. Indeed! This is a country of liars. No dreams get fulfilled here!

8. When am I going to get back to reading the constitution of India? Perhaps when it’s time.

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Masonic Pulav!

1. The guy was wearing glasses. His assistant served me. Then he handed me over the plastic spoon. The assistant was slow. I was in awe of the quality of rice: they looked like Basmati grade. The Chhole curry and plastic spoon. It was only ten rupees per plate! I couldn’t believe my good fortune. It was only on rare festive occasions that such rice was made here in this house and it was always a tense affair here. There, you had it all under a tree, looking at the open sky. When I asked him if I would find him there everyday: he replied in affirmative. He has begun to serve kulcha from today onwards. I really trust him when he says:” I am an artist; glad even if I get my investment back.”

2. Phantom’s song: pehle kyun na mile hum…tanha hi kyun chale hum…was ringing in my ears when I had this plate of pulav. I requested for another plate. This was the best meal of the year after the bread soaked in the sweet milk bought from Neelesh Milk Dairy.

3. It took some time before full import of his words was revealed. I realized that he goes to serve in ceremonies or delivers upon orders. It was mostly for festivals and his everyday practice was to keep him in shape.

4. Shri had to take another test. She had classes for about four hours out of five. I observed her real voice for the first time when she was rooting for marks in the test. I knew that it was hidden somewhere. If she had done her homework it wouldn’t have become a test but the process instilled the meaning of words as well as the technique to learn and retain the meaning.

5. KK finally surrendered. This usually happens with young people and in such cases experience proves to be right. I had issued three books for two girls who didn’t turn up either to read book or to submit the security deposit or fees. Unless I had been prompt: the librarian plus other chains of command would have caught me by my collar and hectored me. Now books are with KK who might read them or return them. It’s not violation of any law of the library.

6. Madam secretary put some oil into the lock and it worked. Her practical intelligence is immense in that sense. She can drive tractor, stitch, attend prayer meetings, speak English, Oriya, Bengali and she has clairvoyant powers as well.

7. Sprinklers in the field need study. I read a story by Munshi Premchand. It was titled “Prarabdh.” It was from the collection of 23 stories named “Mansarovar.” The story felt much better than the one I read yesterday. Yesterday’s story was by Tagore. I feel Tagore was a better poet than a storyteller or maybe I have read very little of him. I had his Geetanjali in my college days which I used to show to every visitor. This story by Premchand has its protagonist going through various delirious states and delusions before finally committing suicide. The story was chosen by me at random, like yesterday’s, and yet they both highlighted importance of destiny and inbetween life and death when intelligence becomes subtle and delusions strike.

7. I bowled thirty times. The stadium hardly had ten or twelve people when I reached and I could practice peacefully.

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Team Blue Wins The Jam With a Total of -55 Points!

1. It’s only the second time: the team red scored -685 points. Total number of people who played: 45.

2. I finally emerged as a HUGE leader after scoring like these:

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3. Those second ranks were mostly when that guy PC from Massachusetts was scoring straight A’s. I could have bickered about buses, mopeds and police here in the stadium but I accepted my defeat.

4. Claire took over the reigns for one game before we entered into the negative energy : me emerging as victorious with the leadership of less negative a team and a HUGE advantage over runner up.

5. That was after I had a sandwich. All chat shops are crowded: some tea shops are thriving because of electoral process.

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11211: Thus Spake Tohu!

1. Woke up drowsy. Kids didn’t turn up for class. Came early to Shatabdi ground. Shat means hundred and abd means years: the ground was created commemorating hundred years of something.

2. Bowled sixty times or ten overs with music: absolute pleasure after three vocabulary jams. Some Gujjars confirmed if it was my own ball I was practicing with.

3. I couldn’t witness Chelpa birds today. No miracles today. I need to write a good tohu verse on Blogger’s World.

4. Where have players on vocab jam gone? I scored 11211. There were only 12 to 13 players per game. Played Free Rice quiz as well.

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An Appeal!

1. It’s an appeal to myself.

2. When I become able to relate or understand the nature of this problem.

3. I should come back to read it here or in the causal body. Or via Akashic records and resolve it for all who have it.

4. Why do I need to switch between Vocabulary.com and Free Rice?

5. Since I had no means to save money or get a good source of employment despite my multiple efforts : earnest seeking in the last three to four years: I found the Free Rice to be the only open source, noncommunal and secular source where I may learn many languages or subjects and also donate some rice via sponsors.

6. I felt embarrassment once: opening an advertisement page was needed. I gave up on that too. Then: it dawned on me: so many psychics, Russian Mafia, local mafia and such along with thought police were after me. Whatever I wrote was circulated irrespective of statistics shown. This confirmed that : at least those people, if they’re really for righteousness and for life: they will ensure that for every such effort by me many reasonable and not miraculous efforts are done to alleviate hunger of others. It ensures that even if I beg for food: I would deserve that as long as I have given some of my time for charity for a long time systematically.

7. Databases of Vocabulary.com and Free Rice are limited. You tend to get bored. You need revision because you also forget words but they can’t keep up with most contestants. My correspondence with Vocabulary.com wasn’t very productive. They do have agenda. Both of the sites are run by most powerful groups on planet.

8. I merely wanted them to tie up. If they became one website or the vocabulary.com started donating say rice or wheat or books for kids: I would not need to play on both of them and switch over.

9. I understand: the way I put suggestions do seem naive and when you go into details you might find that two sites might have very different objectives in mind(education of two types? Duh, education can be of countless types.) I haven’t come across better initiatives where you don’t need PAN card, bank account, driving licence and so on to be charitable and you also learn new words.

10. I thank Jhonson O’ Connors of Generic Electrical for publishing annotated bibliography highlighting the verbal advantage which didn’t happen for me his family and son own Wordsmart Challenge. I got zero success with good vocabulary in my country. My rights were revoked and possessions seized. I really don’t know why. You may reckon by reading this article.