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when I was negotiating my life at sirsa probably I could never realise the hell. Its true mom dad sahara factor of hindu way of life is a science to reckon with but probably Dad could never tell his wits to me that haramzadi aurat beware of it. I remember at National college sirsa or may be a little earlier at school level itself I encountered a person known to our professor Chug of bio sciences that man wrote a book women I hate you. I never read this book. I always saw that man a friend of chug with very curious nerves eyes brain put together and wondered what could be the plausible reason behind that young heart to write such a thing which ab initio evokes something which heart says chad yaar fir dekh leingei, apni padhaei wich mast rehei. I have pasted the title so I am now changing the content of the letter itself .
I know you may not understand the simple way of life which dad bestowed upon with his beautiful ways of existential s.
at present sirsa has only one say contemporary amphi theatre to speak like. I have never been there. During those days a bansal cinema used to be there at the railway crossing ( now its not there- some market has come up ). There was a horrific narrow lane to have the ticket of economy class. I think it costed about 25 paise. I have seen a couple of movies with this sort of tickets. Later on some other cinema came up at Dabwali road , a state of art one of those days. I have been to this one also with some friends but my memory lane is too hazy to pen down.
I dont know but love that life had a meaning.
now I am changing the title itself as you have read it already I know it.
tough thee ways
ask my heart
lets go
I see you
feel my heart
keep a distance
tough thee ways
ask my heart
it changes
it tunes
its beautiful
I see it smile
keep a distance
see saw of my heart
I take slow
it rushes fast
tough thee ways
ask my heart
major goel is on leave
I may be constrained
come love
its time
wait for two days more
major goel is on leave
I have goods to give
with smile
come
smile my ways
nerves too
it may be
service with smile
come love
two days more
I have goods to give
with smile
come
smile my ways
nerves too
major goel is on leave
Love
probably at my 8th standard I was having a story book.
look
I am hanging in your arms
take it easy
I have no gravity
no mass
no meaning
you have to make
one
I read a story book
my 8th standard
you have to make
one
stars come to me
say
we are ephemeral
too naive
at a distance
you may not
you may
stars come to me
say
neigh
it says
I dither
it budges
a bit
a little
I pause
to learn
to see
feel
thee
stars come to me
say
wee hrs
I have seen
gushing thee thin
search my soul
beacons my heart
may it
get
late
it may be
it laughs
ghost of thee
frighten
as it beacons
you hard
hard
may it be
wee hrs
I have seen
gushing thee thin
Love
probably your this snap is almost live snap just taken and uploaded by you. In 1991-92 when you were searching your some good books so to say to have a bit of non sense of this world, cell was invented in India too but call rates were exorbitant to the tune of say Rs.16 per minutes if calculated on that equation vis a vis salary structure. Satya Parkash Minhas who I am sure is doomed for ever and no power in this universe can save that bastard sent a cell from London and I was tasked upon to receive it from some of his acquaintance who visited India. I went on my chetak scooter and the person an NRI some where around karam pura metro stn as of now was a well educated down to the earth person but wronged by the time factor. I never bothered what I have done as time is never known. Later on say after a life time I could only know that cell was specially brought in India to a tanka bhidhao operation or say a blue star operation of sunita minhas and some aggarwal a manager of her bank probably serving the twin purpose of a bloody kothi for Pushpa Minhas who can not have her ashes in any waters under any circumstances ( I missed the final sentence as probably you can complete the script having such an oceanic experience of your own world at present ) and Kapal Minhas whose persona and family is doomed now served the collusion course of this whole drama could only speak at my land line 011- 27314644 ( just see if it wrings at present moment - I am reminding you , you have to take a train to come here ( I am not elaborating further its a few yr back dt.) Mr ajay ahuja I am your ex brother in law and how dare you abused my mom. My reply was she refused connectivity to a terminally sick person who needed my immediate help for his life to be saved i.e. Ricky. His reply was I will thrash you to the blue at the next opportunity , you save yourself if you can afford.
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