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I was telling you of my small days
summer in my village is known for its sharp rise and drop of temperature
I told you my Dad house was on mud only
initially it was a single room with kitchen
then he got it extended with another big rooms for storage
and got erected a platform in front of all the rooms
He was fond of his pet tree an acacia arabica plant along with another sister plant of bushy in content
this was used as a shade for making food in hot and scorching sun
later on he got erected a tan door for catering larger demand way away from the rooms to best suit the hot environs
his house was in an L shape the small wing being the kichen and large being storing rooms
it was east facing
the trees stood in east to west at the end of the arm of L
he used to fetch ice from a nearby town
keep it in husk used as a thermocol
mom made food
mostly on tandoor
a share system at tandoor prevailed during those days
neighbors pooled the fire wood and labor too
it was a gossip point too
he had many big cots as big as you simply can not imagine
four to five were used and put in the front area of house
water was sprayed for making environs cool
mom made "pakki lassi " of milk and ice and sugar
vegetables included onions bringals cucurbetaceae family vize kaddu tori
oil was from the cattle
normal curd and lassi was not available at evening food as temperature had no scope of such facility
I was too small
as little
as you can imagine.
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
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
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.
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.
