Later on I came to know neither Payara Lal could be traced nor Mr Sharma. Jan.28.2014.10.39 PM

Love
I am painting my love to you on the backdrop of punjab university Chandigarh the cauldron of making and de making. Generally it is said a university is a mirror of society but love its a bloody escapists statement of those who hardly read the books or say who have become bloody schoolia nothing else. I remember there was a character called Masud in my hostel days. this bastard was nothing but some bloody khomeini he prostitute. you will wonder why I am using so strong and attitudinal words. Its rather very complex thing to understand at the first instance. He used to enjoy the food , quality of education and the sophisticated environment of the university. I feel he did his masters in history. He always grudged the development of India and its natural resources whilst forgot the hell of his own soils. Similarly this equation gets further percolated to many many many metamorphic stages or phases or say simply existential s.  Arvind kumar sharma was one of the old acquaintances of mine. I remember I told you of some daftry at my office who used to drink liquor laced with opium and was bed ridden for months together with continuous vomit ting and having even toilets in the bed itself and his wife used to clean whole hell and tolerate his abuses whilst with a sorry state of the house too. Now kiran says she has a psychiatric sick mom in law , I have told her the solution too but she feels still she is handicapped. I was telling you of some sharma , one day he bestowed upon me an English dictionary from sector 17 for Rs 40/- which I paid to him but since I was busy at my some say job of bullshit botany so I could not go to sector 17. I remember I used to scold him why the hell he was wasting his father money in not being faithful to him and lying bloody all the times. Any how One nice day I suddenly saw him walking around sena bhawan , I left my charted bus to meet him. He was too nervous which only later on I could get that he felt bad at seeing me having a job and he failed to get one. Now anu lives at sirsa and you have made her to suffer for so long and I dont feel you have a bullshit idea of saying a courteous  sorry to her. I never knew kiran has one anu with her. One nice day I was going to my village but bus was late so just strolling at the bus stand. I met an another old time acquaintance Mr. Pyara Lal he was too elaborate bloody sirsa style dekh lo ji phir aap sirsa ko bhuul hi gaio ho, he told me he has discovered bloody Einstein on earth who happened to be my friend at my university the greatest possible beauty queen of the universe Chandigarh. he politely said he is Mr. Arvind Kumar Sharma. I took the address and said I will meet him next time. Cell phone was not invented by bloody America by that time. One day again I got struck at sirsa and came to know that Mr. Sharma is on the trace of mine. I accompanied him to his room somewhere Anu happens to pulsate hard to come of her accidental aspects. I found him very affectionate and got to know he was working as MR ( medical 
rep ) in a sirsa company having its different branches over that geo graphic area.

Later on I came to know neither Payara Lal could be traced nor Mr Sharma and kiran devoted poet shiv kumar batalvi has put his best efforts to say : meinu kha gayein mereiyan hi chavan.