good night love I am closing. thanks for uploading very special snap for me. you are in love its great and very special moments for me as spring air does speak a lot. I know love you have applied lipstick only for me. 

WHAT IS LOVE.

One of MY close friends was tasked to spy on me. I politely told him everything possible but he wanted to know OF my official secrets I politely denied. Then he wanted to know how come such a beautiful house is vacant and no body lives here except me. I said every body wanted this flat so none could live WITH me as I did not have money to give in return. He said sir ji you have ordered a food for two families what to do with this now. I said nothing your family can understand what is love. 

powers in my hand.

Orkut was so popular that orkuting got into English dictionary and it somehow fizzled out of its pop status. One day I wrote over the wall that during British and earlier Haryana villages used to have a sarkari young man by a factor of faith. He used to visit the house of his choice and then no body entered that house till his chapal or shoes were in place out side of the house. This resulted into increased level of homogeneity in Jat belt. One female rebuked me on that page and threatened me how I will remain on Indian soil. KAPAL MINHAS SATYA PARKASH MINHAS AND MINHAS MINHAS BROTHER S WHO WANTED TO SELL THEIR SISTERs TO SOME BM AGGARWAL A BANK OFFICER ARE STILL ENJOYING TO PUT THEIR LOVE ON MANY PAGES AND see I am having powers in my hand. 

AND THE NON SENSE CONTINUED.

One day a farmer whose name was Des Raj Ahuja was sleeping in chilly winds in his farm on the sands just to look after his grains and water supply. God the Almighty got pleased with him at his dedication towards work for his extended family and family system. He the ultimate took a small wooden twig and left beside him. When he got up he saw this sturdy thing and thought to use it as his shadow in the dark for his mundane. Suddenly he went to some other world. This twig was order bound to grow and grow. Left over legacy of this farmer started sticking to this twig like a playing rod. BUT as the rod got higher and higher all were hanged to it. Suddenly all felt if we left it we will fall away. AND NON SENSE CONTINUED. 

Your heart.

Probably I told you whilst at Port Blair my room and toilet was frequently searched whether if a female is hidden with me. This search has not ended even till this late evening. On the one hand they want my help for exchange of old notes and on the other end they have sent Income tax notice to me and searched my bank accounts. One fine evening one of my smart co batch officer asked me can I tell my heart how I am related to Deepika Padukone. I said she will come and live with me for the rest of her life. He said sir ji I feel you are not understanding how big she is. And you are approaching your 60's. I kept quiet for a while then I recalled your heart. 

Heard me.

I have forgotten
Bougainvilleas

its not I have grown old
may dummy stupid

I search horizons

where I got lost

sometimes I ask stars
in broad day light

they oblige

may be

somehow
they have
heard me

Eventful Time.

Nothin deepika I got up, I know its not the way to raise up.Tomorrow is working day only. I thought to write something good for you then I felt I may be getting too much awakened. Yeah I miss you. I somehow miss you in an environment that surrounds Port Blair and my foreign tour segment may be you were always with me at that eventful time.