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Love
you have noticed that I have cached one of your exotic snap with a too mundane snap of your environs as well. I have ignored a beauty of some western background if I am not shaky at my perception quotient. It may be that cultural hiatus is a ground reality hiatus to reckon with practically whole of the time available or say to be negotiated with. Dad remained busy whole of the time at his multiplicity of role factors vs a vs the energy threshold factor whilst the people of his time his so called own peoples simply were bloody pathetic creatures even to the extent they have not understood this even after say when they have started to shade away. I have not heard a complaint to this effect from dad. It used to be hectic time whole of the day howsoever slow pace of activities were characteristic of the village environs. Mom used to send me with a big steel container full of home made tea and rotis plus achar to be handed over at the site where work was in progress. Cups were generally steel glasses only. I sat quiet to the scene when tea was being served. I don't think any of the director s of your world can exactly tell from where I have taken the romance factor.
merei aath pavn dil dimag
kuch tute huei khawab
intzar kartei kartei
subhai ho yaei hei
thaki hui aankhei
puchati hei bar bar
kabhi soch kei uus par
banai hui
bhikari bhikari
selha selha
yadano sei dar lagta hei
kuch aur kaho
kahi aur chalo
jahan tum ho
merei...........
Love
mom used to be innovative at her nerves. I remember there was no concept of breakfast in village life. It was direct roti in the morning hrs itself. It was extremely hot even at the first appearance of the sun rays so hot as if you can say a reminder of the noon itself. Late riser was a concept known to me only in hostel life when I was in university. There were no faculties that can be called as cooling mechanism as such barring the self made systems of shades and wet clothes etc. Mom introduced the system of breakfast when I was say in 2nd yr at my primary school at mirzapur. Dad started sowing bajra. This bajra was got cleansed by mom herself in her canned chalna which was operated by hand only with ingenious ways. The cleansed seeds were partially thrashed in a wooden container with a wooden very big and long rod having a heavy wooden part at one end to increase its impact on the seeds. The un-husked bajra was put in a big bronze container and boiled on a slow burning wood stock in an earthen chullah. Later on it was left overnight to get cooled and turned into a cake like structure. In the morning hrs she used to mix boiled but cooled milk in a big bowl and served to us . I remember I have tried this delicious dish but yet to have one such after mom time.
Love
I am painting my love to you under the backdrop of a period say when navu was yet to join her school. We took a rented accommodation / flat for rs 700/- pm in noida sector 37. There was no furniture with us and we used to put our stay on floor with small time chatai and some chadars etc . I purchased a kerosene stove the candled one from canteen. It was like our five star kitchen if I can paint well. Navu used to be an affectionate child and generally said I will take only that one toffee / chocolate . I am finding tough to fight with mosquitoes at present , I remember this was the scene with us at that flat too. But probably navu is not with me that makes the fight a little more tough.
I have often wondered
the legendary queen
death is not that bravery
nor is the limelight
let pines cones tell they are beautiful
I have heard nanak
gandhi tagore nirala
living is not rosy
roses do smile everyday
liquor is good
once in a blue moon
blue moon is itself a nightmare
let pines cones tell they are beautiful
mirrors are everywhere
they hardly need praise
let be silent
desolation is not good
let not bully the flowers
roses do smile everyday
let pines cones tell they are beautiful
deepika its an incomplete entry infact I stopped short the basic reason could have been I happened to have a rather misfit start as I do not like the way this phenomenon queen chose the life and ended in what I called hair stirring , one day I witnessed the same equation at nehru place where some females were showing a female patient leg ( practically looking like a half operated and left untreated ) for begging money, the scene literally spoiled my mood for a number of hrs, I know these bloody females were instrumental in hell non sense previously and now they were using bloody the other end of life. I am uncomfortable to write further.
Love you will wonder why the hell I have cached your this snap as well as one from my own web entry. I remember I told you of some professor or say lecturer at National college sirsa I feel he was Mr. dyal , he used to teach us physics. I remember his method s were nicely fashioned and focused , one day he put his best effort s to tell us of parallel and series connections and current flowing through it and how to calculate the physics formula e related with this simple experiment using small time things two batteries copper wires electric meter called I feel some nano meter and of course some chalk to explain on the board. At exam s I was dude as I forgot what he wanted to emphasize. Mom was telling of her times and was too focused in telling that people used to share the life and senior and aged were respected and felt a part of the system and were never made realize that they have become a bloody liability and they never felt that age will make every body around them literally sick like of today time people of the live environs are god fearing master pieces who simply wait when the buffalo is going to die and they will be able to poke their part of flesh you can say like.
I have heard
wise
fools
mundane hearts
yet to draw a line
dotted is my heart
pains of its half
it throws
I skid
all steps
I have heard
It says
drum beats
horizons
I see
yet to draw a line
dotted is my heart
pains of its half
it throws
I ha ve heard
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