when I was at my 2nd standard if I am not failing at my memory lane Dad told me world bank has approved the construction of earthen dams around the river gaghar starting from the main water releasing reservoir called Ottu to down streams in Rajasthan right into the interior of deserts. I remember donkey or say half mules or mules- only donkey yaar mules is a bloody hybrid or say gene tech it was not present at that eventful time- hybrid concept has come with the hybrid wheat varieties first under some pl 480 scheme and certain Japanese schemes in 60's - the conventional wisdom based hybrid is as old as the date line of human settlement in say groups ( I am feeling sleepy good night see you coming late evening as tomorrow I will be busy in my mundanes and going to gurgaon if possible some where near the point where you came but you probably could come out of your bullshit celebrity drama to meet me but your financial and directorial hierarchy could not cut their bloody noses ) I was talking of donkeys they were put to the challenging tasks in hundreds if not thousands on different stretches of construction. Even now a days the pattern is more or less similar in interiors of Rajasthan and Haryana where a rustic bracket / buggage is put on its backs to support heavy loads may it be sands or something that can be fit in the sockets. During those days the feeding was not that much ticklish job as the natural occurrence of bushes was well within the reach but now probably the man has become donkey but it does not bother to accept that kind of work may it be its brain power of non sense and the like. I could see herds of them carrying their loads of sand smartly going up the slops made by their masters to facilitate equal spread of the sands. So was their down the slops steps too systematic smooth fashioned rhythmic holistic sophisticated glamorous.
I do not find any such glamour any where my love.
I will continue.
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