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fetch a mouthful
ask s my heart
new somethin
new
fetch a mouthful
ask s my heart
I have turned old
too aged
stoic face
staggering legs
no charms
replies my soul
fetch a mouthful
give a cell
I wona talk to her
give a cell
a big screen
smart icons
quick graph
I wona talk to her
fetch a mouthful
I have not checked your name ms sis of deepika padukone - the miss ghamandi/arrogant crank probably she has forgotten that my pencil can simply throw away any bastard to the tethered
oblivion s with in no time. Any how I have thought to write something for you too. Its a small real time story. One day a person known as charru an LDC ( lower division clerk ) was our professor of computing at my old office premises at c-II hutments New Delhi, at present it supports the DRDO complex. It was a small a/c room specially modified for the purpose. I was learning d-base and basic language the so called DOS soft systems. ( I am not using any extra terrestrial powers / super natural powers- I have already made it clear as I literally don't use such powers for writing at any of my website ricksajay entry in totality) . I am talking of 1990-92 or say so. It was a tough task as cramming of the command lines was a little too tedious and sometime boring too. D- base was a little more complex. There were some other teachers as well , one I remember swamy whom my beautiful and smart staff derided as he was too short tempered and probably ill mannered too with a possible psyche of revengeful nature etc. I put my best efforts to get something out of the drill and persuaded my staff too to get as much possible as was within the reach of a government set set up. The drill was meant to shift over to computerized system of disbursement of salary and upkeep of related data etc. If you come to my flat I may be able to locate some of the printed notes of that period. You see sometimes even a torn jeans or sweater is of immense worth on personal basis. This man was down to the earth and wanted to bring some wonder s in his personal and official life as well but he knew the system does not support his desires. One day he asked me if I can give him a lift in my maruti 800 to rohini area as he probably wanted to see someone in that area. Naturally I was pleased to be with my tutor. Way side saw a live discussion of the computing system as such. He was carrying two big volumes of soft systems. At the fag end of his discussion he admitted he was the real possessor of the knowledge and this knowledge may probably plateau up with in the reach of his big books only.
do tell me how did you like this small story. but not in the manner of your cranky elder like she clicks as usa say 18 times then at her macintosh 3 times then two times at linux then at something other etc etc.
it waits
strikes its best
let there be no flesh
bones
left
not sighs
no traces
I have to weigh
Shakespeare told me a story
say of Wordsworth
a spell of air
a duty of yours
I pause
still my nerves
heart says
say somethin
I keep my calm
calm is thy fate
it takes
a little
a late
to have
somethin
somethin
abonded paths
shadows long
sun with duty
stars say
have a time
I keep my calm
calm is thy fate
its takes
a little
a late
to have
somethin
somethin
shallows of my heart
strike with its ever possible revenge
some vibrant
strike to the finish
coated blue
say
colours are beautiful
feel it
feel us
its the way
your ways
I ask instead
is it true
false
I fail
it says much
of meanings
ways
what not
shallows
of my heart
come its me
its me
its me
resonated blue
I make
one by one
shallows
of my heart
say little
say far
away from me
shallows
of my heart
life may not be a mirror
say the pines
I forgot to talk
I say little
what was there
when I walked
strolled morning
evening
noon
I searched
I heard
but mirror was where
I say little
I have made
a heart full
of dreams
of work
of wonders
of what not
but mirror was there
I say little
morning
evening
noon
it searched
wrote its best
wrong or right
some alphabets
some words
may be a little
more
more be the laugh
but mirror was there
O'
I say
say
little
you my love
come
my eyes
yet to open
see
how you
when
thee feet
make a meaning
felt
soft
airy
feathery white
come
my eyes
yet to open
you my love
I will slide
raise
a bit
a bit
catch you
some where
in mids
thee feet
make a meaning
felt
soft
airy
feathery white
come
my eyes
yet to open
I will hug
the stream
fast
hold it
last
come
my eyes
yet to open
you my love
Love
the sweater which I am wearing at this moment is of my Dad. I remember I told you I will show this to you, you can feel the science which I probably preferred not to write in normal English language. I do remember you were to reach in this house on Sunday which has already passed. I am aware of the Bollywood concept of popularity quotient and the tag of not married and not in relation ship and not in love etc. I am aware of the concept of slide back at box office
but probably you are not aware of what I am aware of.
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