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Dad was literate upto 5th standard only and that too of British era Urdu schools
he was good at mathematics
but probably he knew his possessions may not be of any worth so he was not keen on any thing
I remember he taught me how to calculate on fingers
I was a misfit at a platforms of infinite connotations
One day Dad brought a chimney for me
it was a kerosene lamp having a broad base with a broad chimney tapering at upper and lower base
the florescence of light was too pleasing
I used it whilst studying at late evening hrs
I remember insects used to be all around
but love
that romance
I see in you
and ricky
Love
you may wonder
but I really don't have any relevance to so called entertainment media or means what it may be
one thing is feeling of one ness
that is a pure science darling
when I was purchasing for you and anu , kiran too
I was at your arms length
wanted a call too
at other moments
its all empty nerves
striking each other
at logger heads
all the time
may be
I cant say
love
when you and anu will walk with your hand
yeah one by one
both sides occupied
sirsa may get trans formed
anu was saying she is a little fond of kaju sweets
I was too nervous at her coming taxing days
she may get completely recovered by end of Jan
Love
Dad was mundane to the last thread of his happening nerves
he never wanted bloody bullshit sentimental personality in any shape
but love Dad is Dad only
One day he deputed me to fetch a new Philips radio walkie talkie size from his known peoples at Hanuman garh Junction''
I came to railway station by a rustic rehra of that period
train was at time say 7 in the morning hrs
next morning I was coming back to Dad place
he was happy to listen to news only at this new found machine
later on I came to know
Dad paid say Rs. 325 at that time
this money is darling a bomb money of that period
I never asked him any question
I joined panjab university in 1971 at Dav College Chandigarh
I could only afford a private hostel
the campus hostel was for meritorious ones
I missed Dad and mom
the road surrounding the Aggarwal boys hostel sector 15 Chandigarh
and bullshit songs
I really pity the brains til date.
love
you can notice
I have cached a public snap of you
I was standing at gurgaon mall to have some clothes
not meant for me
they charge bloody months salary for bullshit items
I prefer Kanpur instead
I was lost at anu
she was knocked out with some disease
No.
She didn't inform me
Love
this snap is too good
when in my school days at sirsa
mom used to ask me to go to village during vacation days
Dad usually tasked me to sit at the site where food grains were heaped up for further pick up
it was a make shift
two big cots
shades of gunny bags
cushions too
temperatures used be boiling one
probably
that love and relevance
made all romantic
Love
its one of your earliest snap which you feel the overnight phenomenon
I know marketing economy
bloody bidis are too prone to this wilderness of existential s
I was in my 6th standard
our history tutor sher singh
too accommodating at his nerves
the class used to hoot him out
it was a bloody routine
naive I happened to be
I was hooting hei hei hei
my head on the bench supported by the arms
which I happen to possess from my Dad
suddenly class stopped hooting
I was left all alone
sher singh stood silent
beside me
Love
Today at Chhatrasal stadium model town Delhi
I was looking for my counter from where I can get the duty paper
I have not been to such places for obvious reasons
when I drive past the lonely fields of whilst going to my village
I break my journey and put stay at too many places or say locii
may be
every where
you come fresh
with new meaning to me
but
love when I see your environs
its
Love
when I was in hons school
we had a bunch of combinations
well !!
whilst at school level too
I know schoolias
This time
I was with Anu
I am happy
she has not adopted
the bloody scripted non sense.
Love
I have happened to catch a snap of yours that probably has no place in my relevance
you see love
relevance s have to be created
so are the sand dunes
probably you do not know
the infinite constraints of women brains
any how
let the cacti remain beautiful in the gardens only
O' yes I am planing to take leave
may be this time
I will prefer to go to panjab university chandigarh
its a tour of something
which I dither to decipher
O' yes
I will take some popcorns from sector 17 market
just drive to sector 14
half part of which is university campus
I may skip the botanical gardens
euphorbia royalanas have lost relevance to me
I have no charter of duty at my hand
to make them so too
Love
what is love
how is it
is it true
my heart murmurs
U see love
I was standing besidessssssss
a stinky gutter line of New Delhi area called Jung Pura
Nomenclatures of love
Ooph !!
my heart murmurs
is it love
may be
as if you feel the presence
alll the time
opines my heart too
but
how many hearts
the environs too become speaky
I have read bio
and the spelling of it ends at my whims
is it love resides on bio
my heart pokes
I do not reply
my heart whispers
are you scary of me
I keep my calm
pyar kaisa hota hei
how does love feel like
My heart asks me
as you fail
I have spent
my whole worth
to find you
some where
I know panjab univ chandigarh
I have known the world
only from this univ
one day
i heard
Mallika Sherawat fond of her popcorns
i started my car
went straight to sector 17 chandigarh india
i bought
10 packets of popcorns
drove fast to botanical gardens of my univ
i saw my euphorbia royalana(s)
they were smiling with crimson red flowers
i took a few steps
cactus garden with its closed metal- strips doors
wanted to say something
"where is your sweet heart"
a small cactus asked in a subtle way
my eyes starred at 'his' sharp prickles
it could see her antartic eyes
my heart asked
"where're you my love"
i didn't get the reply
but euphorbias were whispering in my ears
"Bulleshah did say : if you really want to see and realise god: you better see the mirror"
i was thinking how to pacify my twister love!
I have put my dried flowers
in your booklet
just feel the fragrance
take your first flight
I am waiting for you.
TWIGS
i drove my way to my univ
stopped near a fucus tree beside hostel no 2 (girls)
it asked me
how come so late my love!
i peeped thro' its twigs
the inflorescence hangs like rhythms of my heart
i saw my atomic watch clicked zero
my stupid brain
it asked
where is your bio-tech-watch
i took a long
to see you
some time under a shower
i did realise
the elixir
of your droppy hair
i thought to taste a bit
time ran the roost
i picked my time
and lost you
i get my time
but look thro' the horizon
where you have gone
may be
to fetch
a solace for me
and my uncanny nerves
i could realise
then
and now
may be
my love
it's beyond
source inspire : neha, mallika sherawat, shipra.v, pu chd india
love
at my univ days
I am sketching a period of say 1977-78
student centre is a place of happening and relevance
one day I was sitting with navu and ricky in say 2005
you might have seen I have reduced the years by my fingers only
navu and ricky were not that happy
it was obvious
but they did realise
the importance of the place
we had a hot dog and tea
whilst paying the bill I asked the waiter
did he recall me
his reply was obvious
you see sir there are many like you
you might have come here number of times
in 77-78 days
our class consisted of a few guys girls too
sunita minhas was one of them
tea was called full set tea
and it costed say rupees three
and there was nothing called as hot dog
hamburger too
but I am sitting over there only
I know
the building is closed.
love
kashyap hall deptt of botany pu chd has a beautiful entrance ambience
I have often visited only with a lonely heart and physique put together
some time s on foot
at maruti 800
zen too
etios says
its better you spare me of your bullshit world
Love
Pragati Maidan now its a little changed land scape used to be a place of hustle and bustle as usual as is witnessed at present
heavy rush some isolated corners to sit like you
I have spent a life time
serving the people
gone with the winds
my heart asks
is it
you are made of that stuff only
Love
by this time I am sitting at my residence only
but
you see when you plan something
some one has to be with you
I am infact going to anu
I know you have tonnes of constraints with you
love
I really don't know
whom I love more
you anu kiran
you can say
its a computing command
whilst at hostel
we used to call thandi sarak
yeah
girls hostel No. 2 and 3
yes
you can only feel
the hot
whilst at that
Love
one day Dr. Verma and Mr. Pathania professor and reader by rank were coming together pulling down their by cycle along them
I have had seen them step in
step out
of the kashyap hall like that
I am talking of a period say 1977-78
you were not there I know yaar
I did have one such with me
my hostel boys no. 3 and my room 2/31
garraze consisted of
yeah many bicycles
entrance to my hostel
well
I think Bougainvilleas are still smiling
with their beautiful flowers
stipules too
come
your saree
stipules have just asked
we just have small kiss
love'
you can notice I have taken this snap with your people
but I have deliberately not taken any of your co stars
when I was studying in B.Sc (Hons School )
Dr, Dhir was our professor of Pteridophytes
he used to use his hands to give a little shade
to his ears
to listen to our punjabi style English
I never asked a question
I was absorbed at him
Pteridophytes are a kingdom of plants
profusely beautiful
even to know of
anu is not well
I am going to meet her on say any time after this night.
you are welcome
Love
I have been to chandigarh so frequent that even you simply can not imagine
but now
chandigarh is a place where I have no relevance to visit
I have memories only
my heart gets pained when I am pen downing this love letter to you
I have visited panchkula a nearby town in that equation
I remember a garden over there
small huts and make shift bridges to give it an exotic look
eisa nahi hei yaar
etios is standing outside
I can literally step down the stairs
start and go
but
I have no idea of posting it on face book
its a purely personal letter
personal to the extent as if you are sleeping with me in my bed
is it now clear.
Love
I have been beamed upon with Chinese satellites non stop like hell
it has not stopped as yet
there is no scope of ending of their non sense on me
I was standing at cp
desolate
to find what for the hell I am here all around
then
other option
I can go to anu for a few days say not more than 2 days
she will be snatched by her mom for petty jobs
and not let her to interact with me at all
I know all this
the lonely lanes
and me
Love
I am observing your feet
mahandi love
yeah it would be scintillating glamorous
No I know yaar
green and adulterated versions
its botanical name
let me see
love wait
I am surfing google
yaar books are no more with me
Lawsonia inermis
yes love I told you botany is very tough
love
my dad was too mundane I told you
his brother in sirsa simply looted him
his all relatives were bloody blood suckers
he lived a life
self created romance
self created relevance
self solution to every problem of his world
he noticed his brother is so pathetic that he will starve his kids to death
he put his maximum to impart education to his eldest son who simply flopped as dad brother used him as a decoy to destroy dad
others were not far behind
he devised his own methods to succeed
he made a shop at sirsa commercial one
one shop commercial one for another son
two commercial plot for other sons etc
arranged for his daughter and wife too
when he put every thing in shape
he thought his dedication simplicity innovation and the like will work to impart wisdom to his family which he left behind suddenly , why suddenly let us not put in writing
but love
today
every bastard is on roads
reasons
their wives
during my early days at panjab university or say dav college affiliated with this univ I resided at aggarwal hostel in sector 15
reema kapoor was in that very sector government quarters
I used to go a time least under my powers
her mom used to give me delicious foods
too fond of me
reema is a beauty
now a days she lives in karnal
its high way scenario
I have left going that way
may be
anu tells a better story
its better to forget
she , yeah anu was with me at sukheja house
she is a naughty girl
definitely not a duck
some damn guy
nothing yaar
makhi.
Darlin me only not my pencil
I have been to new delhi purani delhi and shakurbasti sarai rohila nizamudin railways stations quiet a number of times.
all the times railways and its tracks
some time platforms too
I have searched me too often
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