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Mom was lost at my fate so she repeatedly put her efforts to understand and goad the beauty of the universe sunita minhas and went to her place to plead her points and convince the motherhood of the universe Pushpa Minhas let me not write other beautiful names
One day these bastards ja ja ja wale at sirsa gathered for their social function. I was invited so I politely succumbed to major goel and accompanied mom at their place
every bitch was feeling at top of the world to see mom fate
Anu mom was lost and her Dad behaved only a principal of a school, I could feel what a Prem stands for .
Prem was my sweet heart at my univ days. One day at sector 17 she tried her best to give me good company and made me feel my worth but I was lost at convincing her look ! that is the girl whom I love but she does not bother
I know your name is Deepika Padukone
but that girl name was sunita minhas.
Love
probably earning job and education is not a related syndrome
Harsh Mittar was student of Bsc final Hons School when I encountered this genius with unique features.
he used to study whole of the night and blessed me his company during day time in my 2/31 Bhatnagar Hall.
our teachers evaluators selectors and the like are not lesser evil to Mayawati Jayajalitha Takla and communists of India.
Riddu Minhas was only a school going student when I was struggling hard to awaken my self in chilling cold to fight the HAS exam and Himachalis were too faithful to fail me in hindi exam s as my marks were outstanding in all the science subjects
probably they knew one Deepika Padukone has to come and I am supposed to love her only as a Haryana farmer.
Love
when I was in 7th standard I used to write in Hindi just like Kiran has his collection , she showed her beautiful creation when I met her in her house at sirsa after her marriage probably the first time ever to witness the married kiran. I glanced a few with closed remarks but she was probably emphatic for my remarks. She is the only original girl I have ever seen.
my sis had quite a number of friends at her youth days. One of them was Usha . She was a genius girl with a medium family as Shiv reflects in his poetry. She lacked the magnetic sexy syndrome which you possess and many girls of the modern days do have such aura around them. Probably every achiever male wants to possess this as also expressed by Kiran eg the figurative entirety or otherwise you see every bitch has sexual organs intact irrespective of the age factor or say agility in medical terminology. Her I mean to say Usha, husband belong s to some Hissar area. One day I was bound for Panjab University Chandigarh to join my campus classes after the vacation period was over. I suddenly faced Usha in that bus at Hissar bus stand accompanied by her hubby . I was very youth ful and sexy male figure at that time. I somehow maintained my low posture as I used to call her Didi. Now I looked a bloody male of any age you can say. I politely skirted the tag of Didi and said Namaskar something like that, let me not remember the whole sequence but that bastard was so nervous as if I was running a bloody affair with Usha, I have a cousin Raju , He is real one. He always was so nervous at my existential s because he has a beautiful wife. I think I should change my topic now.
when sis elder daughter got married at some Hissar venue this bastard husband was invited you see old memories and affiliations. I was deputed on a duty to check the people of their bona fides you see Major Goel has to come on his duty on Tuesday as he has told me that he is on leave on Monday. I feel Monday may be a little smooth. Now this husband was having a dog's tail of bloody modern dog after every "Deepika Padukone".
Dr. Loyal was professor of Plant taxonomy at Kashyap Hall. He was too nervous when we bunked the class and went to see some movie. One day he gave a plant twig to us for examination as practical paper.
I have yet to know its nomenclature.
Love
my tube well in my land which Dad left for me is something you can know only when you will literally come here in Delhi and sit along with me may be in rear seat if you have a distaste to me to sit in co driver seat
I persuaded anu to accompany me to see that beautiful place I remember it was say one yr or so.
she could not get even a nano second glimpse of what I wished
whilst at way back it was a beautiful rural landscape and my speed was not more than a strolling you can feel like . I asked Manu to drive instead . After a few kilometers I requested Manu to have a halt as I know pissing is a bio logical necessity . His mom and Dad were probably too worried to know whereabouts of their kids may be they thought they have gone on a bloody kargil war.
Anu did not came out as she felt it s too un realistic to go in the wilds.
I know her mom maintains her bathroom extra clean
but love you have not sent your hand written letter as to when you are expected here with me in Delhi.
Love
have a nice time.
Love
If I recall back life has never been a rosy picture at village
but I always paint a rosy scenario to you
I remember one day mom was politely painful at her heart to notice that pahar jesa din pass karna bara aukha hei
it were the days of summer say June
Chandigarh is a city known for its beauty and seductive nerves which it imparts
but love
I have never been easy at Chandigarh too
probably you can come
my etios has stuck up in wait of you
but I know Darwin law
it takes 5 hrs to reach chandigarh
at least for some hrs I can fail Darwin law
Love
I really dont know how much I have been paraded naked or say auctioned by girls
some of them may be enjoying sex at this time
Any how
One nice day
whilst at panjab univ I was having a close friend Kamal Maheshwari
Archna Sharma who enjoyed her beautiful sex with him thought that relationship status is not possible if I am not weeded out
she planned a beautiful way
I was standing at Shimla mall road near scandal point and asked a shop keeper to give 5 star chocolate way back in 1977, I asked for another piece on sighting archna to be standing closet to me , it was an excursion tour organised by Kashyap Hall
after a few days of consistent chanakya niti she persuaded to thrash me with the help of this my beautiful friend on the grounds of allegations that I have picked her hand,.
I still remember Sushil Kapoor brother of Reema Kapoor who knew all this in advance never cautioned me . Sushil happened to know this in advance as the 2nd assaulter some Talwar his close associate , he literally explained their plan to him well in advance say a couple of days or so
when my mom expired
I was standing at my fate and did not realise that earthen people do not forget their non sense even at the cremation grounds.
I accidentally sat close set to a person who is father in law of eldest daughter of my sister.
my brother in law literally asked me to leave the close set space so that he can prove his bloody status by sitting close to that bloody professor
this professor has a daughter who is married to a doctor in sirsa and is doing gynecology private practice at sirsa
she was asked to see my material worth by her own mother and brother to see if this bloody oldy can fit the lady Diana possessed beauty of hers
I was rejected like a bloody rolling stone
I was attending ASC core meet day headed by Gen Gupta , and sponsored by Col Hari Shanker
I took maximum possible Vodka to fit to the taste of the armed hierarchy
I was ordered by my most revered brother in law to attend the marriage of ibid doctor at sirsa
I woefully followed the order and drove straight to sirsa and reached by 12 at night
people of family were waiting me because I had a car so that I can drop them at village at that early morning itself.
Today I was ordered by my major Goel the most efficient managing director in principle of the armed forces to go to DAVP on foot so that I can consider the farmer status of officers lobby
I woefully followed his orders
my new shoes have literally sliced my feet as I did not expect such a foolish order on the new shoes with me
late evening Navy General paraded his starred office car so that I should not Love you
लिखी भाग्य में जितनी बस उतनी ही पाएगा हाला,
लिखा भाग्य में जैसा बस वैसा ही पाएगा प्याला,
लाख पटक तू हाथ पाँव, पर इससे कब कुछ होने का,
लिखी भाग्य में जो तेरे बस वही मिलेगी मधुशाला।
Love
one fine day it was raining intermittently
Dad asked to keep inside to obviate catching bad health.
It was sometime in 1959
I remember I was sitting beside Dad cot with sweet roti in my hand which mom made in her kachha kitchen which was adjoining to the living room but showers did wet on venturing to go to mom chullah fired by woods or say twigs of cotton plant which Dad called chatia in his chaste punjabi way of speech
I do not remember when night made us all asleep and in the morning Dad went to his farm assignments . Dad was too punctual without any watch to get up at around 4 O' clock in the morning.
I remember a mango plant was sprouting where the kachha nalha of the house roof top showered the rainy water whole the time
2nd day morning I inquired Dad why that beautiful sprouting vanished from its place.
Dad was not so quick in his reply and keenly observed the point where I was pointing to
Dad whispered may be snake has eaten the tasty buddy plant.
