probably I wrote you in my love letters that I am not capable to paint what those colours are that can describe my Dad persona. Dad knew at his heart the fine nuances of ground realities and ephemeral quotient that has to be worked upon consistently to make a fit out of the misfit what we probably are made of. He never indulged in any non sense of visiting the peoples like now days people called as socialite behaviorism probably the shallowness of non sense was too crystal clear to him. He never asked me to be of any colour minded as he knew his version of life may not be complete as its a something ever changing scenario, I know Salman khan said in press that he has one problem why he is so wrong and why his father is so right any how its never late he can choose a path which he presumes to be the right one but love he probably does not know that Darwin laws are something which need a hell research to understand a bit and its not bloody kumar vishwas way of know how of Darwin that can work even to please the gullible masses as they happen to stand apart or say together or say shattered; Any how one day I was tasked upon by my own behavioral trait s to be a part of the marriage ceremony of my Dad brother in 1964 that was held in Fazilka of Punjab India, way back I was travelling in public transport so called bus and could not take ticket that was amounting to Rs.2/ as the crowd did not budge. I asked to myself let it be a while matter will cool down but by that time Dabwali but stand was already there and conductor deliberately took a smart chance where is my ticket I politely said to the major goel here is the money I could not take earlier. He gave me the ticket and said take the balance afterwords. I feel it was not Dabwali it was some earlier station/ stop may be malot etc at Dabwali I remember I was requesting the conductor kindly give my balance at a dhaba where they were eating free food served to them on regular basis but he did not oblige as I was a faultier in his eyes. I could remember what a bloody free change is worth of.
I was posted at CAO office from 91 to 98 and salary was paid in cash drawn from RBI by ourselves only. It resulted in making us conductors so to speak like but we could keep the money but could do that with the old notes and give the new ones in a little what you feel like you can come to my flat but you have not done so far. Generally there was sufficient supply whereby I could oblige the people with fresh notes and say some old notes taken from some other s . Fresh notes hardly serve any purpose but a bullshit psychological purpose what I feel like. But it leads to a pooling system whereby that bloody change is available with practically every one who so ever asks for.
I was a socialite from the very beginning. Probably contrary to my Dad version of life ( I do not mean that Dad was not socialite - his socialite version was profusely innovative sharp practical glamorous and fit to the precision ) and may be some salman khan grudge may be right as he happens to be a son and so called son has a bullshit right to kick a father as Darwin laws say so. Any how, I used to oblige rather I should say give some fresh notes of the denomination of Rs.10. say worth Rs. 1k to 2k some times even much more to 5k sometimes to 10k depending upon the supply side from RBI and the incidence of local demand that was within our reach of activity to my cousin as she happens to be a doctor by profession and change was a practical necessity to her.
One such fine day , I remember I was having a small gunny bag to be delivered to her and was waiting in the patient list / Que ( I am amending so that noses of those who are stopping you may it be your bullshit physiological system can be mended or say politely tasked upon to better mind their/its own bullshit business and learn to locate the spelling of aukat in some good punjabiat dictionary may it be written in any language ) so that I can go inside to hand over my version of socialite ism a salman khan happened to be there but that salman khan could never know that bloody his bloody khul ja sim sim speaks a language which no body really understands that what could be its real impact and the like.
and kejriwal say s bandeimatram
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