there is no body who can even think of taking punjabi panga with my pencil.
I remember Dad was an ingenious person a person of his own dedicated nerves may be an entirety whom I can not sketch in uni some.
I remember there was no boundary lines of my village mirzapur. Dad house was flanked by a huge really huge spacious lawn that supported sand s and sands . It was such a huge place that a five-eight star hotel can be constructed on it. I know in spite of my infinite some powers I could not do that. Dad used to be a busy person round the clock owing to his unrelenting instinct which probably no body could get an inkling from where he flourished such an elixir of power of physiological set up. I know now a days some sikhs have illegally occupied every thing and bloody nanak eats food with me only and these bastards say he resides at harmandir sahib. I know you also visited there for your bullshit pennies and the like. Dad agriculture land was so big that it needed practically 2 hrs for it s simple supervision. Dad was having around 10 acres which consisted of sand dunes only. the height was say about
1.5 meters . Dad planned his way of doing the thing s but his own brother s were hell bound to thwart his innovative nerves. Dad wished may a sand storm come and let it take whole of this sand in the form of shifting sands and throw it away around the end less expanse of that haryana parts. But chinar kei fool to' darling bantei bhi hei aur khushbu bhi deitei hei.
I remember Dad used his own ways and means to level this field over a period of say when I was going to my 8th standard in 1969 whilst Dad was capable of clearing his lands of jungles in 1952 itself and that too with his own hands.
No comments:
Post a Comment