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One day whilst reaching at village farm of my Dad
from my univ days
I ex temp ore asked my Dad
some thing of nuclear bombs
he smiled
all cities will be ones
village may get spared
but not another types of
Now when I see water in the local channels
I think
my Dad was more than a doctorate
and doctorates
are simply dummies bastards
but I forgot to ask
the thrashing machines
may be
I should keep quiet further
My Dad once politely whispered
I was busy in his small jobs
fetching tea , home made
serving the peoples at his farm
carrying empty gunny bags
Dad knew
small jobs are infact big ones
but his whisper
daughters should not be pursued
And now a days
even my kiran
she remains hooked
I never got that guts to tell
its ok you are far away in USA
I know homesickness is a bloody nonsense disease
I used to weep
sitting under a bloody old tree of mango , eaten by termites
I have sketched
a real science
the tree is probably still there
location is
Aggarwal boys hostel
sector 15
Chandigarh
India, Earth
but better not carry
your bloody i pods
My Dad often used to give me small jobs
he as well as me knew
my small days
they have made me know
the romance of mundanes
success or failure
its not a point of ponderance
only my Dad can create me
None other
mud house can create Taj Mahal
not vice verse
its my Dad who made me know
the quotient of love
but Dad has always a limitation
beauties
Look Dr. Manmohan Singh , I am not promoting you
I have taken your snap
its a total different connotation
you may be any damn person
I am not bothered
one way you are lucky
No bloody bitch has ditched you
one day I saw Mallika Sherawat giving an exotic romance somewhere around the walls of a Mall then she represented herself the nude hot shot in a hotel at New year eve somewhere in a state capital. Has she ever thought of such reality with her personal life when she ditched some one while she was some other name ( if I am not failing at my memory its Neelam ). She joined Airlines and learned how to exploit and churn money. Now she represents herself as the liberated icon of women hood and has become a bloody Swami Vivekananda of Haryana women. Dimple Kapadia spoil t the cinema but has she ever epitomized herself in not crucifying some one. Now she claims to be the rightful owner of that very sacrificial goat's assets. Males are not far behind ; some karate tutor married Ms Dimple ( I am not that bothered about the real name, there is no need to identify toilets in exact nomenclatures ) to become millionaire in short circuit. Now he poses himself as the evolving actor of the world; you too happen to be a part of that.
gulf money is driven in two basic channels ; one drugs another is Bollywood and churn billions of rupees of their ill gotten wealth.
the so called Khans are taken as faithful kingpins but when they ditch their promised love it is taken as a part of this silver screen gutter lines.
Well !!
it is good way to sell love.
I have yet to know
why there is a need of telecommunication or say electronic communication
when every thing is being run on basic instincts
these were present all the times over the evolution ladder
I have often observed nonsense
around writ large
basking the whole hell and showering it into the environs
can I feel what for
If iron rod is the basic principle
then it is that necessary
hypocrites are every where
probably rod shall destroy
I am writing an horrible science
it might have escaped every brain thought mechanism
whole of physiological threshold gets metamorphosed to say a lemda factor
this lemda factor has gradient s to such an extent
only a complicated cum complex and synchronized nuclear magnetic resonance can only decipher
it s either way
say from minus to plus 4000 times
this is the secret of practically every thing
on existential grounds.
yes
if you have to come to my flat
this mechanism will be in operation
all the times
round the clock.
