BOUGANVILLIA MAY 18.2013 3.52 PM

Love
Today I am washing cloths
some are too worn out

I have yet to see you with me

your Dad is too stoic
I dont think he will allow you to live with me

your mom is liberal

yes its the other way round

what you have experienced till date

BOUGANVILLIA MAY 18.2013 5.51 AM

Love
good morning

Nothing having drinks cheers !! 

I was telling you of my small days

Dad brought his first tractor
it was a ford
during those days Indians were that crank they used to sing the songs but do nothing. Nehru and Gandhi has spoil t the genes.
That spoilage is still continuing to a larger level

Now it has taken a black hole equations

I told you
one day I wrote a love poem
Kan , Navu friend
she was reflected as a source of inspiration

Kan called Navu and ricky and asked them to tell me to remove her name immediately

I did as directed.

Dad used to repair his tractor on his own

BOUGANVILLIAS MAY 17.5.2013

Love
I was just reading the Tagore work ; translation only yaar !! I do not know any bullshit love poetry and non sense around it.
I feel its a psychiatric disease only.

Today my whole hell hierarchal cranks  were disturbing me
Even my canteen tele showed your latest film clips some jawani etc etc to me by bloody cable remote control mechanism

Nothing
I kept as if I hardly know anything

just like

you hardly love me

and I paint

you love me all the time.

BOUGANVILLIAS MAY 16.2013 7.35 PM

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.

BOUGANVILLIAS MAY 15.2013.8.38

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.

BOUGANVILLIAS MAY 15.2013 6.32 PM

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.

BOUGANVILLIAS MAY 14.2013 9.25 PM

 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.