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Love
I don't think you have read my whole website
its not simple to understand even for the infinite brains
our policy makers including Armed Forces
they are just cranks nothing else
I can not say about general peoples
as they are given the benefits of doubts
some are lost in religious oblivions
other s are shirkers of different kinds
we as Indians speak hi fi English like crank Nehru
but do nothing on ground reality
the solution lies
corporate culture at every level
whether its desi or FDI
but the problem is
begging instinct has gone into our genes.
Love
I have been asked by my powers to shift to university life all of a sudden.
I told you I am a failed genius
I performed to that extent that even whole of the earth can not understand abc of my worth. I asked Cabinet of India and Prime Minister to send my appointment letter as per record of soft page and on my officer diary.''
Nothing has happened even till this moment.
Neither you have bothered to come.
Change is such a concept of Nature No body actually wants to internalize none the least existentialize .
the basic trigger of Natural forces
and what are Natural forces
My univ life actually told me.
Love
I was telling you of my early encounter
I saw my Dad deeply in love with his cattle
In Punjabi its called bara which do not get reflected in English Dictionary in the true sense of the word. English is poor in too too many aspects. I will tell you this point when I shall come to you with my university time encounter.
Dad had a beauty queen buffalo w with him.
he asked his man to go along with his beautiful queen and its baby to her youngest sister who was residing at a nearby town at a distance of 45 km. The journey was on sandy pathways.
but probably Dad did not know that his beauty queen loved him more than he could know it
one fine late evening it was standing touching the feet of my Dad.
It did not eat food for a couple of hrs nor accepted water .
Dad again asked another man to accompany with another beauty queen and its baby and fetch back the kid of its first one.
I used to see my Dad love to his beauty queens and wonder what actually love stand for.
Love
I was telling you of my very early days at school
one day I told you I forgot to wear my chapal s
yeah sudden rise of temperature
sandy dunes surrounded my house
I had to piss and hop
one day it was evening time
Dad told his person to carry a gunny bag of wheat for grinding
it was a big one
gunny bags used to be two types
I sat on it as the bullock cart of Dad was slowly reaching towards the atta machine
A lady who was owner of this machine asked us to wait for the turn
It was big stones revolving on anonther one and the underneath part was a big mud tank whilst the upper most extenstion of the machine was supported by a pulley that was connected to a big log put on two mud pillar of say 15 feet in height
A male cow was pulling the load.
I sat on a seat behind its pulling wooden come leather mechanism
I was observing at its slow pace but it did not stop either for water or fodder
Way back home
the Dad person was carrying the load of atta after giving a small portion say about 2 Kg of that time to the lady as barter for the work done.
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.
