Right now I am in lodge in Igatpuri. On streets, I can't even charge mobile. I feel like bombs are falling everywhere around me, earth vibrating, smoke, dust everywhere and I am running in senseless direction because I just can't think due to hunger, sweat. (I am shouting again and again that this reactionless propulsion is all about NEW LAND - Planets, Asteroids and whole Universe. But that haraamzada God is making you believe that I have gone mad and He is fighting WAR with me.) I am seeing that my end is certain within few days - unless HE interven - let me try to write somethings which until now only HE knows. As I am not going to stop music playing, my writing would look nonsense. But it was always nonsense, you would say. In 1986 I ran away from VJTI Matunga telling my family that I want to be Pilot, not Engineer. But other reason was that being a village boy I simply caved in Mumbai. There was one more reason which I will not type. (I am seeing that haraamzada G...
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