In a separate life, we see joe as a guy called Ravi. He meets a girl called Swati, they both fall in love and get married. But only in a few years they start fighting and disliking each other, then get separated, start missing their parents and file for divorce and go back home. They figure out that their parents are both just too અરરો, and that’s what caused the divorce. But it is too late for them to realise they’ve been subdued by their parents who want to stay અરરો. They call them nothing fools in love. Ravi is not able to survive his love also turns out to be a અરરો. She calls him names a loser. That’s what a અરરો society does to man. She leaves him for good.

Later Ravi finds himself alone, getting more taurmented and subdued by the world. After a while sees an anchor on tv who looks like Swati, follows her, only to get even more abused by her. It seems she can’t rise above in life without abusing him, leading him to a dead end.

This is one thing I just loved watching a couple of years ago. It was a dream for me to watch France since childhood. I had seen a bit of the west in early life, it felt like school in winter, ICSE or ISC for that matter. School is hard in India it is just insane come to think of it, west is similar, just heavy strict really unforgiving. But that’s what our parents and native is made of. Then Russia TV, this isn’t BBC however. That’s more like DOS stuff that I haven’t seen in a while. For an outsider both Russia and France go hand in hand. We are the Indian subcontinent.

So it isn’t about the geographic world anymore these international TV channels here. They are more about what ever stalks me resides with me, my katra and this illusive myth, that I don’t talk about. Said joe very candidly on a TV show one day. It is what connects us to the rest of the world, call it love, call it fate, or just a कहानी. Stay connected. Let things happen even if it is just a coincidence.

This reminds me of the movie Edge of Tomorrow. See tv is now over for me, any channel, any show, any news is only this અરરો s confessions for me, said Joe.

I do a lot of internet searches, like peanut, Mia khalifa, and Claire Pryde. The search results are not too satisfactory though. I get results other than therefore, like many celebs, movies, popular people from UK, US, sports stars, royal family members, sailors, distinguished people from science and research even. A ton of people over several pages those I feel are abroad somewhere I couldn’t get a salary from. But I call them popular idols those I follow or aspire to be like, in a dream maybe. These ones I call kde. Have a heart.

I’m afraid the इंडिया I keep talking about was just this house. But it does exist somewhere. It is a myth for me. You get slightly brushed by it, thinking it could be some real place, but turns out to be this house again. I had a vision of it, like place of worship, earthen, flatland, wide at glance, with something you can’t have or can’t take home. They feel like foreigners who are serious people even ones who show sacrifices varied cultures and very deep ancestary. I have some memories of trees youngsters rain and wide mettled roads where you lose some part of yourself then find yourself. It is treacherous not for the faint of heart, not as it looks, a dark romantic place. This romance is of a kind which is meant for explorers alone. Gently reminds me of a movie called Point Break, or even Talaash.

This war is eternal, between जो and અરરો, nobody kills him but me, said અરરો.

I still need to understand why after coming here, people become so arrogant so અરરો. જો felt that the jungle would keep sending more and more અરરો s at him, so he built the dome, with the help of the master, allowing him to neutralize the અરરો turn them into something benign for him.

It’s between me and him, said जो, as he defeated અરરો s sent for him, one after the other. Later on in life when અરરો became weak, he destroyed the whole jungle, all bosses, the master, and the gate keeper.

But this war is cyclical, the jungle comes up into existence on its own. So a new जो is born with each occurrence of the jungle and vice verse. It’s nature.

Who hasn’t aspired for becoming a star in Bollywood as a youngster? Said Joe.

I’ve watched many Hindi movies they were really actually very good, specially the Eastman color ones from the 60s, 80s. The 70s was an era that came later in my life, with a select few movies, the likes of, राजेश खन्ना, amitabh bachchan. हॉलीवुड is what I really watch these days however, one movie in about 2 years.

Politics of movies is such that, what you like is made in USA, what you endure is made in India. Each English movie is a big thing for me, it has life changing effects, but what follows is a ton of Hindi movies that bring that one English movie to me. So waiting time is huge, and I end up missing all हिंदी movies and therefore not able to sync with my locale, that’s a small price to pay however.

But all Bollywood stars for me all hail from the knm world, so have to brought here by me. Therefore I don’t watch new Hindi movies as a rule. Rumor has it that they all are from my subsidiaries in Calcutta. Stars like Shah Rukh Khan, Aamir Khan, Amitabh Bachchan, Hritik Roshan, Priyanka Chopra, સલમાન ખાન, Ranbir Kapoor, are the ones I watch a movie of or read about in filmfare, some time ago. TOI.

When the elders travel, the house gets all lonely spooky and empty, like there is nobody around. Then I get a different staff that does cleaning and cooking. It feels like the volume of people is low, almost only local. It gets pleasant for me, I’m able to relax. In the night I go outside for a quick walk, that helps me localize more, with less people it feels great for a while.

It is a simple place, clean, a two floors villa, it gets really spooky if no body’s around. So I wait here for house staff, then the elders, to arrive here. It is only about these things for me, meals, wash up, then sleep. I go outside at times and find other neighbours of society walking socializing like me. I’m reserved introvert kind of guy however, I take stuff seriously and slowly here, and take nothing for granted. But coincidences do happen.

There are tv rooms, lots of satellite TV, international, national, movies, TV soaps, many stars, celebs, public personalities, politicians, doctors, engineers, scientists, devotional preachers, a tonne of faces I remember. Newspapers filling the house up with incidents, events, politics, genders, wars, debates, sports, etc.

All this reflects in people of this house, and at the end of the day this place fills up and feels like billions of events, incidents, from all over the world. Then finally its only about competition, that I find prevalent here, that’s what keeps all of us connected.

Restore power, for Doom 4 ultra. That’s a pending mission. Nothing in sight yet though. It is a spooky emitter/iterator of myself. Looks freaky, like waking up after thousands of years. Where is everyone?

It’s a new place here, you need to explore, investigate, are restart yourself here. It is some crysis 3 universe too.

Computer games, real games, are a standard for competition, they are like exams, tests, or selections. Staying at the top, competing with others, is how you cover up here. The game is on live all the time, the goal is to be the best of the best, of the best, Sir. Reminds me of many movies, like MiB, and other TV shows I watched here. There are many games available in the market, each has to be taken seriously, as a full time commitment, take it or leave it. Each has a life changing effect on me. And groups pairs and teams are allowed. For me therefore at the top is the Game Quake 3 Arena, and after winning you must take Doom 3, as the life you live. And this is a one time affair, after which you become top and stay their. Never play a game after you’ve won. It must be thrown away.

After which you play other games only to adorn excite iterate on who you are. This practice has to be repeated. Doing simple things will also have the same effect.