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Love
yesterday when I took this snap you were observing it live but this snap was politely left in my pc picture library I knew nothing what the hell I can do with this snap as its your personal experience hardly relevant to me and if it is made relevant it will create hell comparability/compatibility issues over the scale of time and space which you will be having a bloody darwin law and me the bloody always a dog around to hound for say on the lighter side of life.
but today it suddenly has some scientific revelation I know I have refused to write sciences but American dominance of sciences can only be neutralized by your dad and his likes.
Love
I am painting my love on an extremely disturbing equation which of course I shall be skirting say by 100 % you will say then what is the bloody left. I know I have told you of some 4000 times of incidence of physiological chemical concentrations either way when its hardly represented in ppm ppb and then further told you it goes to in zillions times of concentration quotient when understood in bio physics. I dont think there is any one in show business in the world or say on the earth who can understand abc of bio physics but love see the music of life they are the very people who boast of the pioneers of change social movement equality entertainment enlightenment truth vs false hood justice vs injustice and what bloody not.
if a question arises what to do : well uttering or chanting mantra is no solution at all neither studying the brains with electro magnetic emission or say aided by other gadgets is of any substance under any substantive reality .
I told you I was standing at sirsa railway station and wondered at the lost quotient with me. I have yet to know when I know such extremes why I dont know the simple thing which I am referring to here. May be one plausible thread of adage is there , Anu is missing in the scene.
Love
I do not know if there has been a moment when the so called dar or uncertain nerves or say well in psychiatry its a stage when neither of your basic faculties are at ease has been a little away from my body politic or say me itself or say my interactive live environs or say my world or say may what I really dont know my self
I am painting my love on the backdrop of 1971. it was the month of april if I am not failing at my memory lane. I took a bicycle and went to railway station at sirsa. I remember I told you when very recent I alighted from train at around 9.30 PM at this very station when sukheja phoned me that his son is approaching me for further pick up I was lost at the environment and was unable to make a sense of the environment itself. I think you can understand my script of what I generally say sometimes I write in that frequency which is not understood so easily. I was observing keenly as the news papers were still to arrive at. Probably it was too early.
I have yet to know even today how I passed my exams at 10th standard.
Love
I am sketching my love on the backdrop of 1978 , the scenario is played on the Mall of Shimla at upper ridge in the mid point just give a command to your earth google and see if what is observable there at this moment. I do not wish your eyes get swayed away by this page constraints but love I really dont know why love is vulnerable to constraints. Mr. Rampartap Singh a friend of Jaspal Sigh Kalra asked me put your camera on the ground and better lie down on the tarmac I remember that snap is not with me as it has gone with winds some where lost in wilderness of life.
you have not come to me but your well wishers are that faithful that they have started envy you.
Love
the obsession of scientific world with encounter whether live or un live thrilled or un thrilled animated or un animated simulated or un simulated has no relation at all what so ever it may be with actual scenario of criminal or delinquent behavior .
I should say you can not create doctors out of bombay film industry or hollywood film or show business. Its their sweet will or wish to play with the psyche of the gullible minds and churn out bullshit dollars or rupees or what so ever it may in black money some property bazar or gold or properties and the like.
psychiatry is a subject which needs a delicate handling not bloody movie masala and the like.
Love
I am painting my love to you against the backdrop of 1976 at PU CHD. One nice day someone told me there is an option to go to the univ for further wastage of Dad's money. I do not remember how Jaspal singh Kalra was invented. Its something a real big missing link of evolution. If I make a Pythagoras theorem of relativity I feel my tutor or say professor at National college sirsa Mr. chug seems to be the person who probably could become the newton to find the laws of motion. First tell me what the hell you are doing with this bloody shushandr rekha - this is not your standard darling , better keep distance from bloody kejriwals of Bombay Film industry who hardly know bloody abc of corruption but become the messiah of eradicating forces of corruption and the like . I know your tender heart may not like my remarks but darling ask this shushandr what is this bloody keep or say a distance do the hell she wants to say the peoples do not know the nomenclatures of private parts hell it yaar. Yaar are you that scared . Just ensure to yourself No bastard can touch you , you better throw away your bloody security as they look too too clumsy bloody toilets on roses. I remember I was opting for zoology but Jaspal told me its a dirty subject better come to botany because of its clean environment. Later on I learnt he was looking for someone who can accompany him to sirsa on vacation days as his father was a railway employee so he used to get subsidized tokens for a say 50 paise or so for the whole visit and for any number of times it were available. One day he told me his sister believes that if a sardar is there then he is male others are may be someone in between or so. She could only recognize a person in turban so she was not sure who the hell I could be. I was more interested in crashing some exam for MBBS so I hardly bothered of any nomenclatures of the period under discussion. I remember I was selected in AIIMS entrance final select list but the other part is a sad story I will tell you when you will meet me in person. One day I went to National college another sardar friend of mine met me and told he got selected in Dhanbad medical college but before I could say any thing as token of your bullshit world Professor Dalal of Physics subject at the college intervened and politely professed " he has gone to university", my brain got fused at his remarks so I kept quiet.
Probably my quiet habit has never taken further exuberance after that.
Love
I am painting my love to you on the backdrop of punjab university Chandigarh the cauldron of making and de making. Generally it is said a university is a mirror of society but love its a bloody escapists statement of those who hardly read the books or say who have become bloody schoolia nothing else. I remember there was a character called Masud in my hostel days. this bastard was nothing but some bloody khomeini he prostitute. you will wonder why I am using so strong and attitudinal words. Its rather very complex thing to understand at the first instance. He used to enjoy the food , quality of education and the sophisticated environment of the university. I feel he did his masters in history. He always grudged the development of India and its natural resources whilst forgot the hell of his own soils. Similarly this equation gets further percolated to many many many metamorphic stages or phases or say simply existential s. Arvind kumar sharma was one of the old acquaintances of mine. I remember I told you of some daftry at my office who used to drink liquor laced with opium and was bed ridden for months together with continuous vomit ting and having even toilets in the bed itself and his wife used to clean whole hell and tolerate his abuses whilst with a sorry state of the house too. Now kiran says she has a psychiatric sick mom in law , I have told her the solution too but she feels still she is handicapped. I was telling you of some sharma , one day he bestowed upon me an English dictionary from sector 17 for Rs 40/- which I paid to him but since I was busy at my some say job of bullshit botany so I could not go to sector 17. I remember I used to scold him why the hell he was wasting his father money in not being faithful to him and lying bloody all the times. Any how One nice day I suddenly saw him walking around sena bhawan , I left my charted bus to meet him. He was too nervous which only later on I could get that he felt bad at seeing me having a job and he failed to get one. Now anu lives at sirsa and you have made her to suffer for so long and I dont feel you have a bullshit idea of saying a courteous sorry to her. I never knew kiran has one anu with her. One nice day I was going to my village but bus was late so just strolling at the bus stand. I met an another old time acquaintance Mr. Pyara Lal he was too elaborate bloody sirsa style dekh lo ji phir aap sirsa ko bhuul hi gaio ho, he told me he has discovered bloody Einstein on earth who happened to be my friend at my university the greatest possible beauty queen of the universe Chandigarh. he politely said he is Mr. Arvind Kumar Sharma. I took the address and said I will meet him next time. Cell phone was not invented by bloody America by that time. One day again I got struck at sirsa and came to know that Mr. Sharma is on the trace of mine. I accompanied him to his room somewhere Anu happens to pulsate hard to come of her accidental aspects. I found him very affectionate and got to know he was working as MR ( medical
rep ) in a sirsa company having its different branches over that geo graphic area.
Later on I came to know neither Payara Lal could be traced nor Mr Sharma and kiran devoted poet shiv kumar batalvi has put his best efforts to say : meinu kha gayein mereiyan hi chavan.
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