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On an eventful time I was working as so under or say with Col ( I have forgotten his name , he was some haryana person ) a saction having a person with a designation of daftry, its a job you may not need to get elaborated, he used to take liquor laced with opium from RK Puram slums and was bed ridden for months together with this epileptic psychiatric disorder. I tried my best to put him on back waters. Used to sign papers which were totally illegal for getting his pay released etc etc.
I know when scientists got knocked me down for months together with their bullshit technologies I was put to the harshest treatment at my own hierarchy including the pay cut etc etc
I have not been able to give opium to those guys.
May a Brig Giri Raj could be their to have a drink.
Love
this snap I have seen way back years together but I do not know why I always decided not to pen down. I know practically all writers use a technique of suspense in their creation , it may be skirt y if not qualitative.
Love
I have cached a snap which is probably touch me not touch me yes. I was in early schooling at univ when professor Thind asked us tell me a place where fungi do not occur. The class was rhetoric in a way say its fire sir, Thind was silent for a second then he hesitantly said except that. Any how but love fungi and bacteria do exist in fire too.
I feel ( shall continue later on ) the decision of not writing sciences is a big hurdle that has started affecting my way of expression of love to you too.
Extracting something from kids is a something of say a latest facade. The symbiosis of fungi and bacteria if let not be Algae if at all has lost the sense what Thind probably wanted to convey. He was a mycologist so he was too exhaustive in his approach. But probably this instinct has percolated down to a pathetic level in that bloody connectivity has been a subject of what non sense not. I really dont understand how does it matter at all. I am not referring to psychiatric disabled persons non the least.
Professor Thind was a simple person down to the earth , he was another person who used only local buses and the like. He used to wear very normal mundane clothes very docile affectionate
accede mic in approach but love Thind has been replaced by bloody Salman Khans every where ever possible you can feel like.
Love
I think in 1993-94 you may be somewhere at Banglore for your studies , I have read your profile from net as you have never bothered to write to me, this house witnessed a bloody mayajal of shaknuis , RC Minhas the left over junk by Pushpa Minhas was hell bound to throw away the dirty clothes of hers in their known and distantly known peoples to avenge the scenario he faced. Ricky mom was forced out of this house and got shifted to Chandigarh. Kids faced their unbelievable trauma, I purchased a computer for say 57 K at that time, the purpose was to bring them at some comfort of the whole hell that was simply unstoppable.
I remember an old acquaintance ( Kamal Maheshwari ) of mine at univ days asked me to accompany him on a symposium or say orator the subject being whether marriages should be banned for a few years, the year was 1977-78, I did not realize the challenge and thought I can put like major Goel does in my office having an authority in his hand. All the peoples simply listening to the non sense what so ever he chooses to say like.
the resultant impact was I lost the track after a gist full lines you can feel like, my brain simply fused what to say next.
Probably your face was not invented by that time.
Love
I know its rather a difficult task to pen down love to you whilst having a firm decision not to write sciences. Probably love is itself a science only. It directly means you simply can not love if you are not aware of sciences hidden hard nor you can sustain your love without the implicit and explicit know how of sciences. I do not know whether I love you as it will ipso facto telling you the sciences which I have undertaken not to tell, but its absolutely true beyond doubt you love me. I know that science too why you love me but again any how to put the love on sustainability quotient is a science which is in your hand only not in my hand yes its another science
only. You know love every body makes tea, as the one I am having at present and probably you can see it live if you have ultra electronic gadgets with you. This small cup of tea is a bullshit science only as the ingredients are same everywhere but tastes are variable in that equation , I remember anu Dad was saying Prem doesn't make good tea and wanted my yes to that effect , which naturally I was no way interested to indulge at, Prem was too quick to respond then you better make one for her. I know anu makes a very good tea. Even if she makes a bad one I don't think I will ever say its not a better one, its again a science so you see love without science even expression of love is probably too too vague.
Love
I have just talked to my old acquaintance/friend krishan gopal at Vancouver Canada, I know you have heard me live in Hindi English and Punjabi .He wanted to know what sort of problem I have with you. my reply you have heard live. Any how I will continue with another story > I know I have said I do not know Deepika nor I love her nor I am in any direct connection with her its a face to me but love don't you feel you love me and I have yet to know whom I love is it kiran anu or anu or is it I love more you kiran and anu or say I love you anu kiran and you or say its a rombic cube of love.
I am continuing with my love lorn with you. You are here as if made for me only. Still too far away yet too close. I generally toss my fingers what to write you next, probably this is love only. but love this is in fact not love at all too. You will say its too confusing does it mean love remains a confusion or say a confusion more or less may or may not be true. Generally when I write you I hardly remember you rather I remember the environs where anu may be pulsating her heart hard. She doesn't bother to talk to me nor you neither kiran then where is the love. Is it my running fingers make a love quotient , again may or may not be true.
I am feeling sleepy as the effect of psychiatric medicine is already on full swing, when I have three beauties to love me why I need these medicines. Is it or say will be true when either of you or all of you may be residing with me again may or may not be true.
if love is prone to such a factor of unpredictability then what actually love stands for. Is it love or say love remains susceptible all the way over the scale of time and space again may or may not be true.
Love
This snap of yours is worth of writing to you in Hindi. Probably you will wonder what's that bullshit Hindi. I do not know from whom I learnt to speak. Dad remained a busy person all the time what I can see back mom was too lost at her domestic chores and the like. Well ! may be if I can recall back it were the domestic cattle he calf or she calf or say in chaste punjabi kati for female buffalo calf , I have searched the net but to no avail. Any how, Probably I told you earlier Dad loved his domestic cattle to an extent that it was a part of his family so to say, I was generally playing with them whilst sitting in their fodder eating kachha embankment. I remember their food was too good and sometimes I did taste the boiled wheat mixed with village made gur. Sometimes when I did not leave the place of their eating substances they politely pushed me away and started eating the cached food.
One day Dad asked me to accompany him to the farm areas. I saw a huge chullah spooked by fire wood supporting a huge iron container which consisted of boiling raw sugar cane juice. Dad mixed some shakarkandi with the froth and after sometime delicious ready to eat sweet potato was ( I am feeling sleepy good night.) offered by Dad to me saying just have it and say how its feels like so to say.
Dad was very warm at his heart , I remember he used to collect exotic things for every body around him.
At present where my tubewell stands, it is the place which I have sckeched a love 8 D you can see feel touch and become a part of it.
sometimes I feel like making a one room set at this place. it will be a big room supported by basic facilities of kitchen and others. All side open but provided with climate control mechanism. I do not intend to spend much on this facility. It will be within my original clerkia aukat. I will place basic life supporting necessaries in it. I know your time is too precious you may come like a flying person but I know this place may evoke a feeling or say touch of life which your costliest beeches of the world may not even afford to replicate.
I know anu she is too hard to understand.
