when I was negotiating my life at sirsa probably I could never realise the hell. Its true mom dad sahara factor of hindu way of life is a science to reckon with but probably Dad could never tell his wits to me that haramzadi aurat beware of it. I remember at National college sirsa or may be a little earlier at school level itself I encountered a person known to our professor Chug of bio sciences that man wrote a book women I hate you. I never read this book. I always saw that man a friend of chug with very curious nerves eyes brain put together and wondered what could be the plausible reason behind that young heart to write such a thing which ab initio evokes something which heart says chad yaar fir dekh leingei, apni padhaei wich mast rehei. I have pasted the title so I am now changing the content of the letter itself .
I know you may not understand the simple way of life which dad bestowed upon with his beautiful ways of existential s.
at present sirsa has only one say contemporary amphi theatre to speak like. I have never been there. During those days a bansal cinema used to be there at the railway crossing ( now its not there- some market has come up ). There was a horrific narrow lane to have the ticket of economy class. I think it costed about 25 paise. I have seen a couple of movies with this sort of tickets. Later on some other cinema came up at Dabwali road , a state of art one of those days. I have been to this one also with some friends but my memory lane is too hazy to pen down.
I dont know but love that life had a meaning.
now I am changing the title itself as you have read it already I know it.
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