you know when all this ended 24-7-2011....
That was the day we all were sad,he was no more,my uncle,one of the deadliest character i had ever seen in my life,he joined the community of spirits......
He was master of everything,one of the damn intelligent fellow i had ever seen,this was a week before he died, we all ( my uncle ram,my another uncle bheem who has got his own adventurous story,my brothers and my cousins) we all planned to go for a wild picnic,and we were there, my uncle bheem he shot a wild animal that was his job of organizing food items,which consisted of all raw materials like rice,onion,tomato,chillies,ginger and of course salt (etc..)then the hero of this story ram uncle had to do his job that consisted of cleaning flesh, cutting it,then cooking it he always carried a knife which looked like an army knife,in fact it was sharper than army knife,as i said he was master in every thing,i loved to look at the way he worked he asked us clean the flesh he started cutting onions the way he sliced them no chef in five-star hotel could do it the way he did then, he started cooking in my uncle bheems farm house(not a house exactly can be called a farm hut) then he added meat, all the ingredients, he also cooked rice
our feast was ready,we all sat in a circle like lkg kids in front of our uncles then they asked us to serve the food we served it,when i tasted it it was awesome cant explain the taste but it was so good, i felt as if the food was disappearing on my tongue,my uncles even had 2 quarters of 8pm whisky before the food,it would have made them the food even better with the Zoom on,we all enjoyed the food in a forest hut,a wonderful experience
i tell you more about my uncle, no body in my place knew how to repair an imported vehicle which was not starting,even the driver of that vehicle didn't know how to repair it,you cant find any mechanic in that place even if you go kilometers searching for him,i don't remember the name of the vehicle it was some german car i think,he opened the manual looking at the manual opened some screws did some magic i guess dont know what he did exactly the car started,my uncle was a man of his own style
He knew exactly what to do with what??he planned his house the way he wanted it,then built it....
he knew even the smallest things,no one knew how to fix a foreign toilet seat he opened the manual of it and fixed it,this doesn't mean that he did every work using manual
he knew every thing possible from cooking to cleaning,from wine to whisky,from beedi to cigarettes,from audi to mahindra,form driving to swimming,many more
i didnt tell you the main weakness of his life,he always liked to fly
high,that was the only weakness and people hated him for that
he led his life the way he wanted,never thought money was important
he always liked to fly on smoke,and float on drinks that made him
lose all his money,
i personally have a lot of respect for him,his heart had some serious problem before he died,which he didnt say to any one till death,not even to his family because he didnt have money for a major operation
few final words he said to his friend before death" i dont have soap in my pocket to go to doctor "
sometimes i feel "WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT????"
I salute my uncle for what he was
That was the day we all were sad,he was no more,my uncle,one of the deadliest character i had ever seen in my life,he joined the community of spirits......
He was master of everything,one of the damn intelligent fellow i had ever seen,this was a week before he died, we all ( my uncle ram,my another uncle bheem who has got his own adventurous story,my brothers and my cousins) we all planned to go for a wild picnic,and we were there, my uncle bheem he shot a wild animal that was his job of organizing food items,which consisted of all raw materials like rice,onion,tomato,chillies,ginger and of course salt (etc..)then the hero of this story ram uncle had to do his job that consisted of cleaning flesh, cutting it,then cooking it he always carried a knife which looked like an army knife,in fact it was sharper than army knife,as i said he was master in every thing,i loved to look at the way he worked he asked us clean the flesh he started cutting onions the way he sliced them no chef in five-star hotel could do it the way he did then, he started cooking in my uncle bheems farm house(not a house exactly can be called a farm hut) then he added meat, all the ingredients, he also cooked rice
our feast was ready,we all sat in a circle like lkg kids in front of our uncles then they asked us to serve the food we served it,when i tasted it it was awesome cant explain the taste but it was so good, i felt as if the food was disappearing on my tongue,my uncles even had 2 quarters of 8pm whisky before the food,it would have made them the food even better with the Zoom on,we all enjoyed the food in a forest hut,a wonderful experience
i tell you more about my uncle, no body in my place knew how to repair an imported vehicle which was not starting,even the driver of that vehicle didn't know how to repair it,you cant find any mechanic in that place even if you go kilometers searching for him,i don't remember the name of the vehicle it was some german car i think,he opened the manual looking at the manual opened some screws did some magic i guess dont know what he did exactly the car started,my uncle was a man of his own style
He knew exactly what to do with what??he planned his house the way he wanted it,then built it....
he knew even the smallest things,no one knew how to fix a foreign toilet seat he opened the manual of it and fixed it,this doesn't mean that he did every work using manual
he knew every thing possible from cooking to cleaning,from wine to whisky,from beedi to cigarettes,from audi to mahindra,form driving to swimming,many more
i didnt tell you the main weakness of his life,he always liked to fly
high,that was the only weakness and people hated him for that
he led his life the way he wanted,never thought money was important
he always liked to fly on smoke,and float on drinks that made him
lose all his money,
i personally have a lot of respect for him,his heart had some serious problem before he died,which he didnt say to any one till death,not even to his family because he didnt have money for a major operation
few final words he said to his friend before death" i dont have soap in my pocket to go to doctor "
sometimes i feel "WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT????"
I salute my uncle for what he was
