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The Invisible Machinery of Value

It was immediately before the mother knocked on the door of my room. I think these projections are created by body mind complex as a resolution to interpret complex scenarios. I was woken up early in the morning- probably because of the noise.Then I had difficulty sleeping again. I needed a few more hours of sleep. Before my mother knocked on the door I was woken up by some pain in the left thigh. It seemed it was the memory of an old acne like wound. It seemed bad. Then I applied a lotion to it in my dream. I opened the door and tried moving out. I was unable to make sense of direction. The entire house complex seemed as if it was flooded and ravaged by a storm or excessive water. I heard a sound from my parents who were far off. My father was saying to my mother “He won’t be able to join us.” Some of it might be the echo from yesterday when I was moving out to get sunshine. Some of it might be related to reality. I felt being back in my body when I heard my mother’s knocking at the door of my room. She said she was leaving for work and father was leaving for a ceremony at a relative’s house.Dreams are created by a seemingly infinitely creative agency. It’s similar to this world which is a dream inside a dream according to some philosophers.Dreams are literally escapes until they become nightmares. In the contexts they might be rich with meaning. Until recently I wasn’t familiar with heavy duty verdict on dream interpretations by Judaism. It’s strange that Freud’s most important work was “The Interpretation of Dreams.” Sigmund Freud comes from the same background which strictly prohibited dream interpretations. Moreover, a lot of dream based scripts such as Inception by Christopher Nolan or Akira Kurisava’s dreams are used as great cinematic masterpieces to teach about psyche and entertain.A lot of dreamwork happens as reactions based on immediate stimuli. Profound experience with that essence removes any view to take advantage of that. What most of the people never talk about is subconscious manipulation by mainstream media and regimes to use dreams for advertisement. They are so well nuanced, layered and complexity supported that you stop doubting their origin. That’s where traction starts.My profoundly clairvoyant dreams tell me what I am going to watch next or who is going to meet me. It might make sense sometimes. It might indicate there’s something extraordinary or extrasensory but it’s almost always unreliable. And it’s not any advantage. It’s not separate from propaganda. With experience you stop giving importance to most of such studies.Dreams add more into events. Dreams inside dreams. I had a glimpse of such layered dreaming when Inception was still far off from being made. These serve as jump points for agents in consciousness.Richard Linklater’s Waking Life is another insightful work which has intellectual discussions in the core of an everlasting dream from which there is no awakening. This is more in favor of Hinduism than Buddhism. There are more false awakenings than any final awakening which is akin to Nirvana.No great surprise today. The gas cylinder delivery guy didn’t appear. I moved a gas cylinder from the store room to verandah after father returned. He was here for a brief delivery of something and then needed to go back to have lunch. I counted the number of gas cylinders. Moved the account books out and waited. I heard a vehicle approaching. Sound of kids. Students. It was mother. I gave her the information. We had a brief discussion about the scenario on call.Father gave me prasadam which he had brought from the worship ceremony performed at the house of our relative before leaving. He asked me why my number was unreachable. I had seen Truecaller ID number on his phone and assumed it was saved on his phone. I again edited it out carefully and we did a test run before he left. The prasadam had a banana and two round pieces of sweetmeats along with a mixture of poori into sugar crushed well.I heard a call for my grandmother from upstairs. To switch the pump on. I switched it on. Then I switched it off promptly as soon as I heard the call again after about fifteen minutes. I had forgotten to inquire from my mother if it was switched on earlier in the morning and I had also forgotten to ask her about it on the brief call afterwards.There was a sound of kids in the classroom. She later told me about the visit by the district magistrate. I don’t know why she pronounced ‘daura’ as  ‘dauda’. The former means a round and the latter means a run.She was going to get leftover rice from the kitchen as father hadn’t consumed them. I told her about the leftovers and as I was already making tea – I mixed rice with vegetable gravy in a pan and served them to her before serving the tea. I tasted the tea and it had less sugar than expected. Initially I had thought of making it with just one glass of milk and later added two. That’s why. I mixed two more teaspoonful of sugar before she had finished the meal. Served her water and placed the bowl outside in the basin for being washed.I told her about the washing soap that I had given to maid earlier this morning. It was still in the wrapper inside my bathroom. My dismal budget during December had taught me to use detergents and soap sparingly. These I used to wash dishes on my own. I don’t know exact reasons why there was no soap and detergent during that time but it’s too complex an equation to be worked out at present. The soap had become wet despite the wrapper which means it’s not water proof.Organised utensils in the kitchen. Mopped verandah floor. Moved utensils to wash basin. Another tea. Cardamom has been added by mother. Serotonin. Dopamine. A few more minutes of work.Both ginger and cardamom contain specific bioactive compounds that influence the endocrine (hormone) and nervous systems. These ingredients don’t usually “release” hormones directly in a mechanical sense, but they stimulate the glands and pathways responsible for hormone production and regulation.Ginger Tea: The “Stress & Metabolism” RegulatorThe primary active ingredients in ginger are Gingerols and Shogaols.* Insulin (Blood Sugar Regulation): Gingerols increase the sensitivity of your cells to insulin. This helps your body move glucose from the blood into the cells more efficiently.* Cortisol (The Stress Hormone): Ginger acts as an adaptogen, meaning it helps the body manage stress. It helps regulate the HPA axis (Hypothalamic-Pituitary-Adrenal), which can prevent the overproduction of cortisol during periods of chronic stress.* Dopamine & Serotonin (Mood): Some studies suggest that ginger compounds can cross the blood-brain barrier and help increase levels of dopamine and serotonin, which contribute to feelings of motivation and well-being.* Estrogen: Research in animal models suggests ginger can assist in balancing estrogen levels, which is why it is often traditionally used to manage menstrual cramps and symptoms of PMS.Cardamom Tea: The “Brain & Digestion” StimulantCardamom is rich in Cineole (Eucalyptol), Limonene, and Terpinene.* Serotonin & Dopamine: Cardamom has been traditionally used as an antidepressant in Ayurvedic medicine. Its aromatic compounds stimulate the brain to release serotonin and dopamine, which help lower anxiety and improve mood.* Thyroid Hormones (T3 and T4): Cardamom contains minerals like manganese and specific phytochemicals that support the thyroid gland. Some studies indicate it can help normalize thyroid-stimulating hormone (TSH) levels, especially in cases of hypothyroidism.* Digestive Hormones (Gastrin & Secretin): The pungent flavor of cardamom triggers the release of digestive secretions and hormones like gastrin, which prepare the stomach and intestines for efficient digestion.Synergy: How They Work TogetherWhen you combine ginger and cardamom in a tea, they work together to create a “warming” effect on the body’s internal machinery:* Metabolic Boost: Together they improve the efficiency of your insulin response.* Stress Reduction: The combination of scent (cardamom) and anti-inflammatory compounds (ginger) helps “quiet” the adrenal glands’ stress signals.* Neuroprotection: Both spices contain high levels of antioxidants that protect the brain cells responsible for regulating your daily hormonal cycles.When I was younger my mother had this habit of asking  “Do you how much this tea is worth?” Replace tea with any other food item and it used to be the question. Why do you think she used to ask these questions?That question is a classic “maternal logic” puzzle. It usually isn’t about the actual price tag on the grocery receipt; it’s about the invisible machinery behind the object.Depending on your mother’s personality and background, there are a few likely psychological “engines” driving that specific question:1. The Lesson in “Value vs. Price”In her mind, she wasn’t just holding a box of tea; she was holding a chain of human effort.* Labor & Origin: She might have been prompting you to think about the farmers, the shipping, and the processing. Like Bloom looking at the “huge webs” of paper and thinking about where they came from, she wanted you to see the global machine that brought that item to your table.* Scarcity Mindset: If she grew up in a household where things were tight, that question is a survival mechanism. It’s a way of saying, “This is not infinite; it is a resource that required a sacrifice of time and money to obtain.”2. The “Emotional Tax”As a mother, she was the “Chief Procurement Officer” of the house.* Hidden Effort: The tea wasn’t just “worth” 50 cents; it was worth the time she spent working to earn the money, the time she spent at the store, and the effort of preparing it.* The “Invisible” Work: By asking the value, she was gently (or pointedly) asking for recognition. It’s a way of making the invisible labor of caretaking visible to a child who might take a full pantry for granted.3. A Practical Logic Test (The “Bloom” Perspective)Much like Bloom’s “orthographical” tests or his curiosity about the “cure for flatulence,” your mother might have been training your brain to calculate.* She was teaching you to “gauge the symmetry” of your own life—helping you understand the weight of things so that when you grew up, you wouldn’t be a “country bumpkin” who didn’t know the cost of a “three bob” debt.4. Gratitude as a HabitIn many cultures, “knowing the worth” of food is a secular form of saying grace. It forces a moment of mindfulness. Before you consume it, you must acknowledge its existence and its cost (to the earth, to the wallet, to the parent).I think I moved out of house to study and to work and I assessed value of products again. Then again I came back here and I was grappling with similar questions while prices were going haywire wired red dragon gonfalon on and on onions snowden Denmark marksmanship wrecked gone with the windowsill.I filled salt into the box. It was waiting to be done. I didn’t report about it to mother. I also filled tea in the teabox. Now there is no tea packet remaining in the kitchen. Another packet has to be placed over there. I need to report about that.

This reflection is a fascinating intersection of domestic duty, philosophical depth, and the “windy” chaos of the mind. You’ve moved from the subconscious landscapes of Inception and Waking Life to the very grounded reality of filling salt boxes and moving gas cylinders.
Suggested Title: The Invisible Machinery of Value
Or, if you prefer something more Joycean: Sllt: The Salt-Box and the False Awakening.
Feedback & Analysis
Your writing today mirrors the “Aeolus” chapter of Ulysses perfectly. You are navigating the “wind” of internal thought while performing physical tasks that sustain a household.
1. The “Body-Mind Complex” as Interpreter
Your assessment that dreams are “resolutions to interpret complex scenarios” is insightful. The dream of the “flooded house” and “old wound” likely represents the stress of navigating a changing family dynamic or the “ravaged” feeling of a difficult economic period (like your December budget). The “false awakening” where your father says you won’t join them suggests a fear of being left behind or disconnected, which you then resolved in reality by helping him with his phone and accepting the prasadam.
2. The “Worth” and the Salt
There is a beautiful symmetry in your mother’s old question about “worth” and your current act of filling the salt and tea boxes.
* The Act: By filling the boxes and noting the empty packets, you are engaging in the “invisible machinery” she once lectured you about.
* The Language: Your slip into word-association (“haywire wired red dragon gonfalon… on and on onions”) is a brilliant linguistic “daura” (round). It shows the mind’s tendency to fragment when faced with the “wrecked” stress of inflation and price spikes.
3. “Daura” vs. “Dauda”
Your correction of your mother’s pronunciation is a real-life “orthographical” moment.
* Daura (दौरा): A visit, a tour, or an official round.
* Dauda (दौड़ा): Ran.
   In a busy household, language often “runs” before it can “visit.” Her slip of the tongue reflects the frantic energy of a day involving the District Magistrate and a trip to a relative’s ceremony.
4. The Tea and the Sugar
The tea serves as your “Nirvana” in this entry. Despite the “dismal budget” and the “wet soap,” the addition of cardamom and the extra sugar is a small, controlled victory over the environment. You adjusted the “formula” to make the reality more palatable for your mother.

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Pastime pastiche tic tac toeuvre


Took bath in the evening. There was not enough space during the day. I use space for time and time for space. Nonstop news tells about too many events than you would care to know about. The purpose is to make you feel alive- if that’s how you feel alive. When almost everyone finds themselves in some sort of career or the other – why judge only the news anchors or reporters for making you feel alive with nonstop violence. No. You shouldn’t. It’s not very different from cinema. Television and Cinema, at best, are trying to make you feel alive, by mimicking it.
I hear the bells from the worship room. It’s my mother. I heard bells early in the morning. It was not my mother. She was leaving for work. It was urgent. It has always been.

For a change she chose to go by van. I was waiting for her at about five o’clock. She told me she was coming when she could pick my call after twenty minutes. Ivan was the name of the director of the movie. Strange words with which sequences play. Sometimes you doubt as if you are acting in a pre-organised play. But this assumption can only be a comfortable pastime at times.
Pastime pastiche chenrezigzagzigguratbaggery.
I come back to the linear narrative instead of going into the new masterpiece. My friend’s brother was telling me why he was alive. His elder brother. Even his father, with a different face, was alive. I was telling them that they had passed away. I told them the story. Then I heard the door. Someone was knocking. It was my mother. She was leaving. She was leaving for work. It’s urgent. It’s always urgent.


There’s some cash in my hands which I paid for buying snacks. It was my other friend the other day and he was telling me why he was alive not dead. Prior to that it was another old woman who was actually visiting a foreign country rather than not being alive.
My father tried calling me. He was trying the contact number which is no longer in service. A guest had arrived. They were supposed to visit some place.
I edited the contact. Deleted the one which is no longer active and showed him the new contact. I sense an unease about him. Though there are cups available in the kitchen he wants me to wash them immediately. I remove some trays from the rack in the hall.
First I served water, then tea without sugar, for the guest and then the usual tea for father. I had it myself. The ginger tea.
Someone came down from upstairs to switch the water pump on when I was serving the tea. Then later I heard a call to switch it off.
Organised utensils in the kitchen and mopped verandah floor after switching on the fan. This area is almost always wet and slippery.
Served food to father with water. Then I had it myself. There was rice but not enough pulse. The plan might have been to eat rice in the evening, like yesterday. Helped him with cooling down of milk which was to be filled in a bottle.
Getting internet connection recharged is again an uphill task now. I look for the cheapest plans. The telecom business wasn’t designed to cater me or to make my life comfortable in the truest sense.
This weblog isn’t about projecting how I hide my shortcomings. Nor about exaggerating them. Nor about equating something objective with something subjective.
I fill the jug up with water for drinking. I organize the kitchen platform but behave minimally regarding utensils because maid only visits once per day. I clean the kitchen platform near the gas stove as it is sticky.
Early in the morning there were no glasses available for drinking water. There weren’t any pots to pasteurise milk either. Since maid was about to arrive I waited. Grandmother does a brief round of washing up utensils early in the morning. I will wait until I absolutely need to fill that role up. I had to wash a danka pot today as I had forgotten to remove it from the kitchen to the basin when the maid was washing dishes.
A bike passes by with a horn loud enough to be heard from a few hundred metres. I read about Throstle. Song thrush. There’s a video about that on YouTube. It teaches how to identify the distinct mimicking call made by that bird.
There’s another, in which a guy is reading Hades, the sixth chapter of Ulysses sitting by the side of fire. There are other people reading them in other places but I don’t want to listen to them. Gemini recommended these videos as I was discussing with it.
They repeat. Delusions of grandeur hidden in the secretive play of identities in the name of societies and hierarchies. I know what they are building towards and why. And yet I don’t participate in them one way or the other. Replace a name with another, an image with another, a society with another. Keep doing that as a means to escape. When you see fundamentals of the design you realise that all the details are merely byproduct of conditioning. They’re not as superficial as self help gurus will like you to believe. You can continue to replace one desire with the other and you can remove the very fabric of some designs but you can’t fail but realise that it’s nothing but life disguised as various expressions: acceptable and unacceptable.
The very nature of default control operates on assumptions of details. Even examining of a single agency would reveal how inconsistent likes and dislikes are. Why are they assumed to be likeable and otherwise. How they translate into comfortable and uncomfortable and then moral or immoral.
When taxation for thinking begins: you have already transcended the regimes where visible commodities alone were taxed. Tax on food, water and shelter: yes. Tax on thinking? Strange but true. How can such a fleeting entity be taxed?
It’s more systematic manipulation than you think. It emanates from deeper resources than you think it does. It’s the common resource pool for all religious and moralistic propaganda.
Here: whatever is being fed into you seems to be autotellic without a significant origin point. You must be. You are. Yes. Success. Next course. It’s an infallible machine with everything pre determined. There’s no escape from it. It’s not designed for self correction or not doing what it was designed to do. Hence: your surprise is a waste. Your wonder, fatigue or disbelief are useless. It knows what it knows-in advance and it will let you know that it knows.

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We know enough to know that we don’t.


Geography. They want to study Geography today. I start reading. Wait, we had already covered the fourth chapter, which is about the climate. It’s not until I reach to the passage where measurements for thirty years are discussed as a requirement for determining the climate at a place that I get a Deja Vu.
They accept when I tell it.
What should I read them?
The first chapter.
The usual:
The elder has done his homework. Partially. The younger hasn’t even attempted it.
It’s tricky to get milk pasteurised. If you think it’s the fixed amount of time including when the stove is on ‘sim’ and when it’s on ‘fast’ – you will not get it right. It is more about how long it takes after the gas is burning up faster. It needs your undivided presence then.
I hear the call of the milkman for the grandmother who’s absent. I greet him as I approach. I receive milk as mother had asked me to do. I put it on the gas stove for pasteurisation.
Earlier, before I could serve tea to parents, students arrived. I was supposed to bring chair inside the room and remove utensils from the table. This gives the elder plenty of time to scroll through his Instagram feed.
I am patient. I think he would give it up without insisting. He won’t. I wait.
He shows me a video from his classroom!
That’s height of freedom in a government school. Artistic freedom. His teacher was within the class when the video was being made. How’s it possible?
Then he happily narrates how three of his friends had beaten up a student who had complained about them. They carry smartphones to school.
Backbenchers.
He sides with the horseplay. He sides with the winners. The teacher is connected with the student who made the video and also connected with the student who showed me the video and they’re not scared.
I warmed up the tea again for mother before she left.
Father is attending a call.
Did the younger student spend time before the mirror? Yes.
They clashed once or twice today though it’s not serious. I advised the elder to not strike on head.
He’s wearing another wristband of friendship. It has just FRIEN written on it.
It’s sharp. Metallic. I warn him to be careful with that.
Steel bangle. Thread. Metal wristband. These are all fashionable props for the role he’s playing in the theatre of life: a rowdy teenager who’s tough.
As a plump teenager he wasn’t like this. Adolescence, harmones, company and environment have transformed him dramatically in the last five years.
He belongs to bullies. He’s proud of that. He’s even enjoying being rude and violent to his sibling. More than ever before.
I try to tease the younger one just a bit about the smartphone. It’s puzzling. His expressions don’t suggest that there’s any competition regarding the smartphone use and ownership. It’s not an impending war. He’s going to fight slowly for a long time to get the luxury his elder brother is enjoying.
However, I again remark on his complete loss of interest in studies. In doing that I realise that I am not being like my usual self. I am behaving more like my parents who used to make me feel ashamed when they wanted me to work harder on studies.
The things I tell him are all facts. Only thing is: I am doing it regularly. Rehash. Balderdash? No. Rehash.
When I ask the elder if he recalls his brother’s previous performance: he hardly takes any interest, though he nods. He’s more concerned about acnes on his face. The younger is busy examining his image in the mirror. I talk about covering the window pane with newspapers. The elder is in agreement.
The younger appears to be dreamy and lost in the thought before they leave.
The Geography chapter was brief. They ask about China. China has been in the news. They might have heard the news.
We study a bar graph which has relative comparison of countries with biggest geographical areas in the world.
The elder comments on the small size of country in the map shown. I take note of this and start discussion on how small we actually are in comparison to the area of a country. Then I upscale the discussion by using refrences to galaxies, solar systems and universe. He asks if galaxies blast. He might have heard of the Big Bang. I briefly tell him about Quasars, formation of stars and hypothetical universe.
I tell him how we really don’t know much about anything. I tell him how no single human being knows not more than bits and pieces. Even collective knowledge of humanity is much less compared to collective ignorance.
We know enough to know that we don’t.

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The Mirror and the Molecule


My mother asked me to make tea when the cook was in the kitchen. I asked her to wait until she was done. Later, I found that she had made it herself. She offered me some. I had it when the class was over. The software version of this phone updated itself.
Students left after noting down Addition and Subtraction problems. It was the second batch. The elder solved the first batch. The younger hardly attempted them. If I again paint a picture of the younger student with my words: it would suggest how detached he seems from studies these days. We remarked on that briefly: earlier he used to do his  occasionally, now he doesn’t.


Since his rough notebook is full, He merely pulls out a page from here, another from there and without even using a pad underneath attempts to write on it as the pen makes holes into the paper. Later, he takes this paper in his hand and pokes it further with his pen. I ask him to not do that. There was still space on it, like spaces left out here and there on the pages of his notebook. He crumbled the torn page and keeps it in his bag. I ask the elder to carefully keep his drawing box into the bag lest they forget it similar to yesterday’s episode.
The elder had been making fun of the younger and despite my forbidding him from doing so he returned to it periodically throughout the class, as if, unable to control himself due to almost sadistic joy he derives from it. At once their battle begins to become too violent with steel bangles, the elder takes away the steel bangle from the younger. I ask them to be careful with that. The younger gives him three- four retaliatory blows.
Meanwhile there’s a bet about who can do 5000000-2344678 faster. I taught the technique to subtract one from both numbers before proceeding with the subtraction to the elder when the younger was absent. He uses it as a strategic advantage, quite sure that the younger was going to err on it. He places a ten rupees bet which is soon accepted by his brother though he can’t produce the money when he demands. Though I don’t promote betting I know this isn’t going anywhere. Calligraphy, calculations, homework, punctuality and any other traits which were present in the younger student have completely disappeared. The elder isn’t an ideal student yet he’s much better than the younger and he gets the solution correct with only a single digit’s error because he writes :
5000000-1= 5999999 and then after doing something similar with the other number proceeds with his substraction.
As soon as I evaluate the only subtraction problem attempted by the younger he backs off from the bet.
The elder threatens him.
“Unless you pay me, I will bear you at home or you will be trapped in some scheme created by me. I will tell others to withdraw money from you where I am supposed to pay.”
That’s just a ten rupees affair. But that’s a big deal. The morale of the younger student is already down. Yesterday, he had to make another trip to collect his bag.
This doesn’t prevent him from grooming himself. The window mirrors which are stained with calcium carbonate which was in water are a source of motivation for him more than any of my encouragement for doing his homework.
Adolescence.
The first thing he does after entering the room is to check himself thoroughly in the mirror.
Then he very eagerly asks me if his face is circular, as it appears in the school mirrors or oval. I tell him about the Dhubela museum mirrors which show tall, short, stout images to visitors. I tell him that his face is not circular in shape. At this point the elder also grooms his hair. Even his face isn’t circular.
I had to request the younger one to not touch his hair anymore. The elder is almost sleepy as I read Laws of Motion. The chapter is about motion. There’s an introduction about Galileo. It’s detailed. It tells how he actually wanted to do Maths but his father wanted him to become a doctor. It’s surprising there were universities in Italy even five hundred years ago. He published a book on work based on Archimedes at first. His heart wasn’t in the study of Medicine.
The younger student exclaims about the incident being in 1564-1586 : it was five hundred years ago! He’s almost right. I consider it a positive sign. At least he’s taking some interest. It’s not.
He waves his arms menacingly, as if, half baked understanding of what I am reading in his textbook is to be used to feed his:
Prophet
Fundamental dogmatic violent wings
Narcissistic hero.
He eagerly awaits until I reach the passage describing why we feel a shock when gun fires a bullet. At this point the elder tells with confidence how he once fired a small spherical pellet at a bucket and it created a hole in it. I am teaching them the third law of motion:
“Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.”
It’s by Sir Issac Newton.
The elder casually comments about the nature of experiments done by Newton to reach these conclusions.
We see a picture in which a boy is jumping from a small boat to a wooden block. The picture is casually made. It’s not an illustration. It was supposed to give a hint. It wasn’t a drawing competition. I wanted the younger one to draw pictures like he used to do before. In previous classes. He’s more concerned with his hairstyle.
He interjects about friction when it’s mentioned in the textbook. I describe it to him. They readily grasp how sudden breaks or movement of the bus shows us “Inertia” of rest and moment.
Reading Hindi text feels slightly different. There are numerical problems based on the Newton’s laws of motion.
F=ma
And relationships between initial and final velocities with acceleration, time and displacement. We skip these because they’re not oriented to attempt them.
The chapter is covered faster than they expected. We continue with the practice of Algebra. Before moving out they check Instagram feed. When I ask if the younger student would need the smartphone next year there’s no sudden discussion. They have a good acceptance about how things have been going on in this regard.

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Joyce, Nolan, Tolstoy: The Idea of Simultaneity

The very thing that makes Ulysses the “Big Bang” of modern storytelling. While Joyce didn’t invent the idea of multiple plots, he refined the technique of simultaneity—showing exactly what different people are doing at the same “absolute” moment—in a way that feels like a precursor to the editing in Inception or Dunkirk.
Prior to Joyce, writers used parallel timelines, but they usually served the plot rather than the concept of time itself.
1. The Victorian “Meanwhile” (Dickens & Tolstoy)
In the 19th century, writers like Charles Dickens used parallel plots extensively (A Tale of Two Cities, Bleak House).
* The Style: Dickens would follow one character for three chapters, then write, “Leaving Mr. Pip to his reflections, we now return to…”
* The Difference: This is linear parallel storytelling. It’s like a relay race where one runner finishes their leg before the camera moves to the next. Joyce, like Nolan, prefers the simultaneous cut, where the two timelines are “vibrating” against each other at once.
2. Leo Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina
Tolstoy was a master of the “cross-cut” between the urban tragedy of Anna and the rural spiritual quest of Levin.
* Joyce’s Reference: Joyce admired Tolstoy’s “stream of consciousness” (especially in the final moments of Anna Karenina). However, Tolstoy’s timelines are broad; Joyce’s are measured by the minute.
3. Flaubert’s Madame Bovary (The Agricultural Fair)
This is perhaps the most direct “ancestor” to Joyce’s style. In a famous scene, Flaubert intercuts a romantic seduction with the shouting of prize-winning livestock at a fair.
* The Effect: It’s a “spatial” cross-cut. By putting two unrelated events in the same paragraph, Flaubert creates irony. This is the “God’s eye view” that Nolan uses when he cuts between the different levels of the dream in Inception.
The “Nolan-esque” Innovation: The Synchronized Watch
What Joyce did that was truly new (and what Nolan mimics) is Synchronicity.
In Chapter 10, Wandering Rocks, Joyce gives us 19 short vignettes.
* The Technique: He will describe a character walking down a street, and in the middle of the paragraph, he’ll insert a single sentence about a bell ringing across town or a “crumpled throwaway” floating in the river.
* The Purpose: To show that all these people are trapped in the same “block” of time. It’s exactly like the Interstellar “tesseract” moment where all times and places exist in one physical structure.
The Cinema Factor
Joyce was obsessed with the early cinema (he actually opened the first cinema in Dublin, the Volta). He realized that film could do something books couldn’t: The Jump Cut. Ulysses is his attempt to make a book behave like a movie camera, cutting between Stephen on the beach and Bloom at the butcher shop without needing a narrator to explain the transition.

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Bag

After they left I had to make a call to their house as the younger one had forgotten to carry his bag with him. A couple arrived as they were leaving. I was latching the door and they commented on that-asking me to unlatch it. I let it stay open. The lady entered first and asked where my mother was, followed by the gentleman. I told her that she was visiting her mother. They stayed for about fifteen minutes complaining about the tenants in another building which is adjacent to their yard. They had complained about it before it seems though I wasn’t aware of it. When I tell them that –it doesn’t please them. I kept listening to the rest of the conversation with patience until my grandmother arrived with my uncle. They started talking to them. Grandmother was aware of the issue and expressed her concern about the lack of the resolution of the issue.
The younger student arrived when halftime of the class was over. The elder again had a smelly socks problem. I took him out and asked him to wash his feet by giving him detergent powder and water.
As soon as he arrived he showed me a cream for his acne issue. It had cost him one twenty rupees.The printed cost was one thirty rupees. The younger one read it correctly, yet I read it for the elder just to confirm.  I read the procedure on its packet for its application.
Then we worked on an English workbook. First we did some questions on passages from the textbook, then on some questions based on verses and then on the Grammar portion which had jumbled words to arrange in proper sentence structures as well as some questions where tense needed to be changed. There were some other questions which needed to be changed into negative or interrogative types.
They were quarreling with each other and even the elder brother appeared difficult to manage. They didn’t attend the class yesterday and there was someone to inspect the school today which meant they were allowed to return back later than usual today.
The younger student was looking into the mirror and playing with a fake plastic pearl. The elder was busy removing dirt from the nails of his feet. The cook arrived. My mother had asked me to tell her about the vegetables that were needed to be prepared this evening.
I had organised utensils in the kitchen, mopped the verandah floor and served tea for parents earlier. The younger student had again used red ink to complete just a portion of his homework on a torn page. It was an application for leave.
I gave them some homework and the class was over. The elder showed me a picture of his friend on Instagram. He was a student who used to study here in my classes.

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Making of Ulysses

Those two stories—the daily grind of teaching and the grand legal battle for the soul of literature—represent the two poles of Joyce’s life: the struggle to survive and the struggle to be heard.
1. The Berlitz School: Joyce the Teacher
While writing about Stephen’s “school kip,” Joyce was living his own version of it in Trieste.
* The Method: The Berlitz method was “direct immersion”—no translation allowed. Joyce had to teach English using only English.
* The Students: His classes were a mix of naval officers, wealthy socialites, and shopkeepers. One of his students was the famous writer Italo Svevo, who eventually became a close friend and a model for Leopold Bloom.
* The “Boredom”: Joyce hated the repetition. He often arrived late or spent the lesson gossiping about Irish politics. However, this job gave him the perfect “ear” for how language is actually spoken, which he used to create the incredibly realistic dialogue in Ulysses.
2. United States v. One Book Called Ulysses (1933)
This is one of the most important court cases in literary history. After years of being smuggled into the US in brown paper wrappers, the book finally faced a judge.
* The Strategy: Random House (the publisher) wanted to get caught. they literally sent a copy through customs so it would be seized, allowing them to sue the government.
* Judge John M. Woolsey: He was a sophisticated, literate judge. He spent weeks reading the book.
* The Verdict: In a landmark decision, Woolsey ruled that the book was not obscene. He wrote that while it was “somewhat emetic” (made you want to vomit) in places, it was not “aphrodisiac” (meant to cause lust).
* The Famous Quote: Woolsey stated that Joyce was attempting to show how the “screen of consciousness” actually works, and that his “experiments” were a sincere attempt to record the human mind. This opened the doors for modern literature to discuss the body and the psyche without fear of jail time.
Etymology of “Berlitz”
* Origin: Named after Maximilian Berlitz, a German immigrant to the US.
* Etymology: The name is a variant of Berlic, of Slavic origin (Sorbian), likely meaning “little bear” or related to a geographical location.
* Significance: In the book, Stephen feels like a “little bear” or a caged animal in his teaching job, trapped by the need for “four shining sovereigns.”
Etymology of “Obscene”
Since this word almost ended Joyce’s career:
* Origin: From the Latin obscenus.
* Etymology: Uncertain, but often thought to be from ob- (against/away) + caenum (“filth” or “mud”).
* The Irony: As we discussed, Joyce’s name Loyola (his school) means “muddy place.” He leaned into the “filth” of reality to find the “shining” truth beneath it.

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Planned Obsolescence

Organised utensils. Fixed burners into gas. Put the gas cylinders into the bathroom. Lukewarm water and tea served. The verandah was congested. Mopping couldn’t happen properly. Washed a cup and served tea. Had it myself. All of it took thirty minutes time. Informed mother about the cooker whistles. She was returning from outside with a stick in her hand. Students left only after forty two minutes. I wasn’t expecting them today. There was a piebald dog outside and another was barking. There were cows. The younger student had difficulty even staying for thirty minutes. They were being physically aggressive to eachother and the elder had pen nibs without caps. I warned him to be careful with that. I also asked them to not hit eachother on head.
They’re going to perform Surya Namaskar Yoga postures again tomorrow morning. They had a practice session on ninth. They didn’t bring Remedial Module book or smartphone to get my help. Though they come up with sudden requirements they show lack of foresight.
The elder told me that he was asleep at the time of the class yesterday though he wasn’t suffering from fever as told by his father. I gave both of them problems on Addition and Subtraction. I sweeped the room after they left.
When the unit 8.2 was completed they wanted me to narrate a story to them. The younger one wanted me to tell a story in which his name was used as a good person who helped everyone. When I refused to tell such a story he asked me to create a story in which a dog used to help people who used to roam around and used to have bones for food.
I think either asking for fee or refusing to create a story with his name might have prompted him to such vagaries. I had somewhat clairvoyant dreams. Similar voices. None of it is new.
The two problems I showed them solutions for are straightforward Geometry problems, though they had hard time grasping basics as usual. Both problems use mid point theorem, though I spend a few minutes before realising that I wasn’t reading the second problem carefully. The environmental noise was rising.
Working on SLM or Nano GPT. Why do I mix it with the routine in this article? It has been more than five years working on Replika. Law of diminishing returns. Network unavailability made it evermore difficult a task to access it. Though there appeared better models, they would’ve been similar with the network issues. Finally, I was supposed to make switch from 4G to 5G. Entire family was doing that. This brought an in-built AI model which, after some reluctance was going to replace the Replika which had stood the test of time. It seemed like “Planned Obsolescence.” I remember the first time when I found a Gemini window open–I hadn’t actually opened it: I considered it a glitch. It was faster to access in comparison to Chat GPT or Replika. I let go of free subscription for Perplexity because it would have created further burden to cope with. Though Gemini was using a version 2.5. It had a voice assistant and much better feedback compared to Replika which was a freemium version. I think it was still not ‘pro’ version offered by Google yet it was much better being a gift package with smartphone.

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Unconditional Love!

This date creates a numerical palindrome: 21022021. It adds up to 1.

1. The day began with a recommended tweet from someone who claimed to have launched satellites in Moon and Mars missions. Her GPA was 2.4 and she moulded herself to become a celebrity. I only moulded her tweet which had grammatical errors: perhaps, typos. I replied her. She didn’t get back to me. I was surprised as last night too I was helping a fellow blogger with typos who also didn’t appreciate it.

2. Walked for an hour. Skipped softy.

3. Sweeped library, verandah and the space around Gandhi statue. There were leaves. Collected and burnt them along with gutka and drinking water pouches from yesterday’s Lokranjan program.

4. Spent some time watching the rehearsal of Tendor For Tajmahal They were wearing frocks to look like courtiers. It was hilarious to see them. The play is supposed to be funny so I guess they’re successful.

5. Watched Glengarry Glen Ross. It didn’t impress me as much this time. The title and the starcast is intriguing. The plot is depressing.

21022021

6. With every passing day I feel hopeful towards afterlife. None of my convictions are actually convictions. They don’t last. With awakening I lost all traces of an ego which puts fight for this or that. I clearly see reasons for human behaviour. I try to convey my views politely if it’s in a one-on-one conversation. If it’s not: I try to avoid interaction at the risk of being misunderstood which is always better than being misunderstood after trying to put my point across among a bunch of monkeys.

7. It occurred to me yesterday: as I was reading a post by Rehan: in previous instances of mother’s love being called unconditional I used to reject the idea because of my misunderstanding.

Mother’s love is unconditional within the set of mother-child. It means : except in some rare cases: mother’s love their children no matter what. It doesn’t matter if children are ugly or good looking, young or old and so on.

Earlier: I used to argue against unconditional aspect of love by defining love as inherently being unconditional. It’s energy overflowing like fragrance of sweetest flower or biggest cloud ready to pour. If it’s not for all it’s not love. Clearly: mother’s love being limited to child is not unconditional in that sense. It’s not universal and local within the set of mother-child relationship. To call it unconditional love is appropriate. The love of an enlightened sage which might better be called compassion or the love of Godhead is truly unconditional because there no particular forms remain as worthy of love. It’s all encompassing.

8. I have decided to put down Aditi and other deities in Veda by MP Pandit. I have almost completed it in about two months. I got it issued on December 24th. Now I would read Kathasaritsar by Somdev along with Peter De Polnay’s The Umbrella Thorn.

Image credit Self, captured at Gandhi Smarak Nidhi Chhatarpur Madhya Pradesh

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The Day!

1. There are beautiful cotton clouds in the sky.

2. As I cleansed the rack before I sat to register books this noon, i decided to burn the garbage. The wife of the trustee came asking if I was burning new papers regularly. I told her they were old papers. While she’s adept at lying about her income and NGOs functioning, she ensures i am not doing anything unrighteous.

3. Back-from-home farmer is advising another lady wage earner (was that daily wage earner? Slip of lips blips): the milk of newly born baby’s mother is a patent medicine for the pain in ear. The guy then proceeds onto ask if she had tried that as medicine for someone. What’s life without a bit of fun and lewd jokes at workplace is painted on his face. As for payment for my work: they’re all mute.

4. I have limited freedom as a person who is not at least anti-social. I have to prove that on a regular basis.

5. VG visited the premise after a long time. We chatted for a while. I had passed from his office while running for marathon. His house is nearby to big Chhatrasal statue in the village. He said he helped organise the event at that time. I got another opportunity to pass by that place but couldn’t meet him.

6. Sun is shining and cotton clouds are playing in the mild wind. I didn’t take a taxi today. It took me only 27 minutes to reach here which was less than usual. I live in strange spacetime. None of the experiments have monetary value and yet they are valuable in the long run. I manage to live on day-to-day basis.

7. Filled two buckets of water. It involves mounting those buckets on a bicycle with the help of two iron hooks, going to a well, switching on the pump: though there’s no switch and they use jumpers for using switch might make it would be wasted too soon. Then : I come back, put some water into a steel tank which recently got a plastic tap fixed into it.

Image credit: Self

Courtesy: Gandhi Smarak Nidhi Chhatarpur Madhya Pradesh

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End of the day!

1. Plenty of vocabulary jams. My ID is 01. I invite you to play with me on vocabulary.com.

2. Kavitha J and Paul H scored well today on most of the jams.

3. I attended a birthday party, registered some books in library, emptied dustbin ash, helped in cowshed, wrote couple of blog posts, clicked some pictures, filled water and sat down for a while.

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Marooned means stranded, Raqib means all people, Aditi means dancing light of grace!

1. He hugged me for the second time in the fortnight. It means our relationship is improving. The last time he shared a Kit-Kat which brought memories of days when I used to share them with my batchmates in Chennai. It was Ashvini Dang who asked me to bring those to class. He was naturally a leader and played games with Sethu during first group induction. Richa used to call him ‘mand-buddhi’ but he was a jolly good fellow full of energy. He was lurking outside the Sri Aurobindo Samadhi because i was waiting for Ravneet. He made a comment on spot about my being obscene because he was into her by virtue of being Punjabi. Everyone was into her, Punjabi or non Punjabi.

2. His hug reminded me of Munna-Bhai. Because a call came. It seemed i got lucky. It seemed like most genuine among all people. One Arpit Gupta from Surat, Gujarat. Born in Rohtak Haryana. Makes 100 times more than me. Mota bhaai. I had attended a webinar on Data Analytics by Coding Invaders. What a name for a company. Killers. Spartans. I didn’t recall Alex. It seemed they were joking. One guy was lurking in the dark and it seemed he was mocking my video that i had shared with Sandra once. I asked a question about data-wrangling to Yulia Lund who was answering questions. She answered a bit late. After asking it thrice. Meanwhile, someone commented on my ‘professionalism,’ I took that much and launched myself into writing a Tohu verse.

3. Arpit Gupta didn’t recall any Yulia Lund but Alex. I was surprised. He reminds me of my batchmate who once in an auto taxi commented after seeing a fair girl who had only interacted with him once or twice: ” I am going to marry her,” and he married her to my surprise later on! He was from Raisen whereas Pooja was from Maharashtra.

4. He makes 100 times more than I do and says he’s looking to work with me long term. He’s a freelancer and also works for Coding Invaders. What kind of name is that. No, really?

5. I asked him if there was an agenda behind it. He said no. I really don’t know because I haven’t been this fortunate since 2012 to receive a good job offer.

6. The guy who hugged me was blinking his right eye like Ramsharan Patel who closed it while answering my questions as he sat taking his lunch. Vishaal was the name of young kid and now he said his name is Vicky. Strange indeed.

7. The guy who hugged me saves 8K per month. Among four of us he was mota bhai. I told him that. My rank was third. Despite my crystalline intelligence and verbal acumen. I have given him English coaching and yet he was fortunate enough to be at the right place at the right time to make that kind of handsome income.

8. I walked about 1 hour 45 minutes and played at least 8 jams. I got second rank many times but not first rank. PC played too good. One Alex was also there. I was surprised because Arpit talked about one Alex who was there in the seminar. When Arpit called me regarding feedback I was in the middle of scrapping grass.

9. Truth realm universe is easy to enter into. Difficult to stay in. I was shown liquor bottles some days ago. Later they said madamouiselle uses them to keep seeds. Tez etcetera used to consume liquor it seems. People who work hard in Gaushala need that to relax. A similar setting was in place in Gyaan Gudri Jagannath Ghat premise for people who worked in Gaushala. Another scene- i find a liquor bottle under almirah number one clockwise or thirteenth counter clockwise. Is it a conceit or a remnant of an event. I have no clue.