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Love
I was talking of monotony
Its a total misnomer that the so called bloody babas or babi can bring a solution
its for the fools only
youth can be be fooled by them
but that creates another conflict order
having no end in nearby reach
The real solution lies
create jobs
not cranks
Love
whilst at my KG (kinder garden ) and lower KG level
my primary school was made of one big kachha (mud ) room partitioned by a kacha wall , one side was a relatively smaller space where teachers used to sit for their rest. I have seen only two teachers at my time.
The classes were generally in front of this room in a lawn which was beautified by big shade trees. I remember it was Neem, Dalbergia accompanied by small bushy herbs. I used to carry a small gunny bag to make it a platform for sitting on the ground as grass was not there. Teacher was having a wooden chair and there was no black board.
I was not sure how he managed food as only a hand pump was there . We used to go to drink water with the permission of the monitor. I never carried any eatables with me nor any of the students did so.
one fine morning the teacher asked us to go back to homes.
whilst coming back I noticed my Dad accompanied by too many peoples of all ages were quickly making a round wall in the visible range of the village surrounding its all Kachha houses as there was no pakka house at that time.
At late evening Mom told me to go to the roof top. I did not know why a shift of the routine has come.
I remember Dad used to send a man to fetch fodder in a boat for his cattle.
I recall those days as I often accompanied that person.
Love
I have been compelled to write an extremely disturbing letter to you. Reasons are many.
Scientists do not understand there is a limiting factor to their non sense
I tell you a secret : a prostitute is zillion times better to the so called faithful wives.
You shall wonder at the sanity factor.
I shall say the former comes to her house the later never comes.
I know
if I explain the gradient of lambda factors
these bastards will put my office hierarchy
to put a whole non sense on me
as today
its my working day.
Love
the biggest focus of research at most advanced labs under different conflict orders and g is how to write rewrite and decipher the human brain in toto
you are standing in a triangle
the center portion is g
but all of you three hearts have their own independent g too
the question arises
whether the main first is true or not
the reply is yes
its true only
but the science is not so simple love
have you seen Japanese copper rounded calender for say 100 years or so
come
I will tell you
the empirical part of it
Love
I am going to write a real disturbing letter today
Have you read of Amartya Sen and Mother Teresa
these are the biggest fools ever created by society and its conflict orders and g
The prime focus and study of the brains has to be creations of jobs
Jobs can not be created by Sonia Gandhi or Mayawati or Bengal Chief Minister Mamta Banerjee Jayajalitha Takla and his sons Dev Raj Goda and his party , Reddy s and Paswans Lalus nor by brains like speaker of Lok Sabha who only know s to say Namaskar and beth jayei.
capital intensive focus is a principal cardinal but you can not create localised Lalas like sunars banayas or Malls and the like.
corporates with laisez faire system and chain system of economy can create jobs at mega large scale. you can not create the bloody contractors or middlemen who provide contractual jobs to students and instead keep the major part of the loot and pay little amount to the students.
but who is the person who can do it
Deepika Padukone
reasons : She does not possess the filthy brains of Indian divisive system of politics.
Love
I have studied up to 5th standard in my primary school at village Mirzapur
I am painting you another picture
I know I have told you every body has a Photoshop or its evolved versions on Linux or Linux like software, as soft languages are being written on daily basis by thousands of brains under their own mechanism of conflict orders and g
one fine day
Dad told me come a little early
I used to play with my dusty friends
bereft of definitions
Surinder and Parkash Kaurs and Asa Singh Mastana
the folk singers who cached the masses with their worth
Lak hilei mizazan jaundi da
Lei dei gadwa chandi da
they were struck nearby
roads were not laid by
Congress ruled my area
its only Devi Lal and Sons
also known as Gundas
( in the eyes of congress high command )
Mayawatis only make elephants
I got interrupted whilst editing my entry
I was a silent listener among st the huge gathering
un imaginable
it was pre 1965 period
Love
you shall wonder
why I am painting a picture
every boy has Photoshop software with him/her now a days
I was not a pliable chap
difficult self riddle
one day Dad thought
he purchased a small dusty room nearby at sirsa residence of ours
it used be a storehouse for fodder
raw husk fetched from village
he managed to send his two buffaloes and one cow from village to sirsa residence
he was in love with his cattle
a huge number of them
including the male cows
meant for farm related works
one day he asked me
there was a fodder yielding small portion in his land
the bullock cart he managed with one male cow
it was having the inflated tyers not wooden ones
I was sitting half asleep on the makka / hybrid maze cum wild maze
the slow pace of bullock and me
memories
I told you
you can know better
