Monday, January 20, 2014

Good Evening Deepika. Jan. 20.2014.8.22 PM

Love
today it was a non normal day as crank ness of kejriwal has epitomized Charan Sigh who was a phenomenon of non sense of the yore. I really do not know how this sort of brain set up can cope up with external eventualities/aggression s  where crank Pakistani s or say Taliban do not listen to any abc of common sense except bloody hell Allah which is dead for ever now.  
Any how

your this snap is very good, and your reliance person could have asked you instead to connect to me direct as I don't feel your conversation with me is going to affect your profession in any negative way you can feel like. 

Good Morning Deepika Jan. 20.2014.11.21 AM

Love
if I look back it appears like a bloody business of un earthening the dead and torn out pieces of corpses deteriorating to the last thread of existence. I have never visualized a life like that.  But I know life can not be defined it comes to you and may you have to fit in the system so to say. I have seen myself getting deteriorated as if some incredible melting man having least in his hands. I really don't know where you can afford to see this stinking corpse having a pencil in his hands but what the hell this pencil will afford to do to come to the wishes of your heart I simply fear to think of . Any how have a nice time at your happening life.

May a Brig Giri Raj could be their to have a drink..Jan. 20,2014.5.07 AM

Love
On an eventful time I was working as so under or say with Col ( I have forgotten his name , he was some haryana person ) a saction having a person with a designation of daftry, its a job you may not need to get elaborated, he used to take liquor laced with opium from RK Puram slums and was bed ridden for months together with this epileptic psychiatric disorder. I tried my best to put him on back waters. Used to sign papers which were totally illegal for getting his pay released etc etc.

I know when scientists got knocked me down for months together with their bullshit technologies I was put to the harshest treatment at my own hierarchy including the pay cut etc etc

I have not been able to give opium to those guys.

May a Brig Giri Raj could be their to have a drink.  

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Love
this snap I have seen way back years together but I do not know why I always decided not to pen down. I know practically all writers use a technique of suspense in their creation ,  it may be skirt y if not qualitative.  

Deepika you look beautiful in this snap. Jan. 15.2014.2.46 PM

Love
I have cached a snap which is probably touch me not touch me yes. I was in early schooling at univ when professor Thind asked us tell me a place where fungi do not occur. The class was rhetoric in a way say its fire sir, Thind was silent for a second then he hesitantly said except that. Any how but love fungi and bacteria do exist in fire too. 
I feel ( shall continue later on ) the decision of not writing sciences is a big hurdle that has started affecting my way of expression of love to you too.

Extracting something from kids is a something of say a latest facade. The symbiosis of fungi and bacteria if let not be Algae if at all has lost the sense what Thind probably wanted to convey. He was a mycologist so he was too exhaustive in his approach. But probably this instinct has percolated down to a pathetic level in that bloody connectivity has been a subject of what non sense not. I really dont understand how does it matter at all. I am not referring to psychiatric disabled persons non the least. 

Professor Thind was a simple person down to the earth , he was another person who used only local buses and the like. He used to wear very normal mundane clothes very docile affectionate 
accede mic in approach but love Thind has been replaced by bloody Salman Khans every where ever possible  you can feel like.  


Probably your face was not invented by that time. Jan.19.2014.12.14 PM

Love
I think in 1993-94 you may be somewhere at Banglore for your studies , I have read your profile from net as you have never bothered to write to me, this house witnessed a bloody mayajal of shaknuis , RC Minhas the left over junk by Pushpa Minhas was hell bound to throw away the dirty clothes of hers in their known and distantly known peoples to avenge the scenario he faced. Ricky mom was forced out of this house and got shifted to Chandigarh. Kids faced their unbelievable trauma, I purchased a computer for say 57 K at that time, the purpose was to bring them at some comfort of the whole hell that was simply unstoppable. 

I remember an old acquaintance ( Kamal Maheshwari ) of mine at univ days asked me to accompany him on a symposium or say orator the subject being whether marriages should be banned for a few years, the year was 1977-78, I did not realize the challenge and thought I can put like major Goel does in my office having an authority in his hand. All the peoples simply listening to the non sense what so ever he chooses to say like.  

the resultant impact was I lost the track after a gist full lines you can feel like, my brain simply fused what to say next.

Probably your face was not invented by that time. 

Prem doesn't make good tea.Jan.2013.1.12 AM

Love
I know its rather a difficult task to pen down love to you whilst having a firm decision not to write sciences. Probably love is itself a science only.  It directly means you simply can not love if you are not aware of sciences hidden hard nor you can sustain your love without the implicit and explicit know how of sciences. I do not know whether I love you as it will ipso facto telling you the sciences which I have undertaken not to tell, but its absolutely true beyond doubt you love me. I know that science too why you love me but again any how to put the love on sustainability quotient is a science which is in your hand only not in my hand yes its another science
 only. You know love every body makes tea, as the one  I am having at present and probably you can see it live if you have ultra electronic gadgets with you. This small cup of tea is a bullshit science only as the ingredients are same everywhere but tastes are variable in that equation , I remember anu Dad was saying Prem doesn't make good tea and wanted my yes to that effect , which naturally I was no way interested to indulge at, Prem was too quick to respond then you better make one for her. I know anu makes a very good tea. Even if she makes a bad one I don't think I will ever say its not a better one, its again a science so you see love without science even expression of love is probably too too vague.