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you have noticed I have learned the dos command to select and copy a line on this micro book. but probably I have yet to learn such dos command to tell you to come to me immediately. This time when I was with anu it was not a taste full time. Probably you do not understand how to come here on say panjab mail and take a rikshaw to this flat. (I will continue ) Dad always was a sophisticated rustic genius whilst mom could not develop to understand his genii nerves. I will keep quiet on this hidden instinctive traits, I do not remember exactly how I was put on a path linked to Chandigarh. I feel it would be a wiser step if a university and affiliated colleges can be developed around every city. Hostel life is not a good alternative at all. Its true exposure to hostile and uncertain environs is necessary for a complete development of a person but running the risk of going to drugs and chokri business is not a less lethal eventuality. Naive brains are literally taken by
the sh rude master minded. You remember some jassika lal murder case. If you come to this place you will find some jat young chaps doing bloody maut ka tamasha on their bikes on the road no 42 the so called main road. I am sure when they will go to their houses they will show as if they are the bloody sau on the earth. The paradigm of some mahinder garh district being debarred from recruitment to armed forces is not an old phenomenon. In my hostel Dad came once. I could visualize the finance crunch could be the only factor for Dad this rare of rarest gesture. I remember some people in my hostel life succumbed to drug addiction , we tried to rehabilitate but of no practical purpose. It was too sad to learn a day after such young person from geo-logical department was finally taken by his dad to his home town as his salary ( he was a teacher I feel ) was not sufficient to absorb the shock. (I will continue) If you happen to know why Japan could inculcate a university culture to create ultra modern cars and its related paradigms on one hand and the hybrid varieties of crop plants whilst obviating the concept of succumbing to modern aspects of USA life eg drug s crime culture and the like you may understand how it can be implemented in India. It is true people like Reliance and other crank banias are a misfit for Indian core development. Manmohanonicms has to prevail under all circumstances.
Love
mom was not philosophical like the cranks of today nor she was exuberant/animated in any way of reckoning. She was never hysterical what we see say a spell too evident on channels and in live too. The serene threshold of a baoli and sophistication of a small flowing rivulet constituted mom persona well evident in her life. I have seen her find romance of life from her mundane much contrary to the persona of female as is well evident in politicized crank stuff of the present. ( I will continue ) village environs were not less romantic happening if I can equate to present life of e- facilitated one rather I should say it was more rich vibrant original and related one as contrary to synthetic and costly way of the things around. I will feel it was more meaningful too. Mom used to be a wife a helper a solicitor a doctor a house keeper if I am not inclined to write more to avoid writing Webster dictionary. Dad used to come in the evening time only after a long more than 12 hrs busy schedule at his work. I remember mom used to make chatni in her dauri sauta with the stuff brought by dad which generally used to be dhania pudina hara pyaz hara aam hara lahsun and the like. He used to sit on the village broad very big cot in the open kachha lawn in front of the house and had his meals. I generally noticed his friends some domestic turned dogs wait for his roti left for getting cooled. I do not know why even dogs used to be so intelligent and affectionate of those days.
pakka hei vishwas
bato mei na yaeingein hum
lana hei tech badlav
sab kei lyein nokria
pundubia jahaj
banaeingein
gali gali mei
awaz uthaeigein
karna hei
haat par hi
mohar ka nishan
lana hei tech badlav
pakka hei vishwas
bato mei na yaeingein hum
button dabei
to' haat pei hi
bhul
kar bhi
kisi nautanki ko
aapna hamraz
na banaeigein hum
pakka hei vishwas
bato mei na yaeingein hum
lana hei tech badlav
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.
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