A Message From Mr Asita Ali...God Bless

Dear Friend
I know that this message will come to you as a surprise. I Hope that you
will not expose or betray this trust and confident that I am about to
repose on you for the mutual benefit of our both families. I need your
urgent assistance in transferring the sum of ($16) million dollars to your

account .This money has been dormant for years in our Bank without claim.
I want the bank to release the money to you as a next of kin to our
deceased customer,

I will give you full details on how the business will be executed and also
note that you will have 40% of the above mentioned sum while 50% will be
for me, and the other 10% will be for the expenses that will occur in this
transaction your full date's will be required, if you are interested or
you agree to handle this business with me as top secret. i am expecting your
urgent respond.

(FILL THIS FORM BELOW PLEASE AND RESEND IT TO ME).

1) Your Full Name............
2) Your Age...................
3) Marital Status...........
4) Your Cell Phone Number...
5) Your Country...........
6) Your Occupation.......
7)YOUR SEX..............
8) Your Religion........

THANKS

YOURS BROTHER

MR ASITA ALI
asitaali1@gmail.com

Thank you Mr Asita Ali..for your love humanity kindness , I will be your partner in this lucrative transaction , I confirm humbly say Yes ,,,after all this is done and over with on the banks of the River Seine we will play chess ,. a beggar poet when bad times came sold all his silver jewelry now pictures in his birthday dress .. a hat on his head  artificial golden tress ,,
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With the gift of your generosity i want to save my country from being plundered I seriously stress  .. crazy minsters of my country..in a state of regress , one phobic ally attached to his buffaloes ..nightmare to the Indian press .. another who promotes rehabilitation of rapists ,,boys will be boys naughty , he jests ,,,another one wants to chop into little pieces ..the opposition candidates body and head ..

Our nation by such pepper spraying foul mouthed leaders  fools in parliament ,,every thought  cruel attacking with no sign of repentance ,,, out on bail this scam that scam..incomplete sentence ..makes no sense ,,, with your money..rehabilitate the soul of dying democracy ..hence .. with what remains buy a new camera and lens to shoot the idiocy moon and sixpence ,,

Ministerji Ki Bhains ..,,Rape Ke Dar Se ,,No Chemical Romance

no they wont take a chance
even if you coax them.. they will
say we are not part of any alliance
we are product of trust reliance
wary of every stray bulls glance
on the soul of humanity we dance
we recently went on a foreign junket
we loved the well endowed bulls of france
libidinous  lecherous miss chanced
here we are with the dwarf of a master
who still wonders akkal badi yeh bhains
please dont forget to vote they nudged
me..before moving across the expanse
bulls are bulls always naughty they winked at me ..dance of democracy..ab ki bar
no chance...

Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna ,,, Chalte Chalte

The one person in my family who has not forgotten Mr Rajesh Khanna is Nerjis Asif Shakir my grand daughter , when she met Sir she was a toddler 8 or 9 month old , and on the day I shot this he was very distressed but he had called me , and I bought my grand children , and this was perhaps the last time he met Nerjis .

Now Nerjis is about 2 year old and remembers Sirs name , house and very fond of Bala , we visit Bala from time to time ,,,

Dimplji has met Marziya Shakir but not met Nerjis , though Nerjis shot pictures of Ashirwad a few days before Sirs first anniversary..

What magic did he do on Nerjis I dont know ,, and he was totally fond of Marziya Shakir treating her like his own grand daughter he never had at that time ..

These are memories I shot and respectfully share with all of you.. I tailored his last suit for the Havel Fan ad By Mr Balki,,

And just a few days back I was searching some pattern of a client and my tailor handed me Mr Rajesh Khannas suit pattern that I hope to immerse in the sea off Carter Road ..

Mr Rajesh Khanna always paid me for even a simple alteration , such was his humility and he always told me strictly never to give clothes to his producers without charging them for my tailoring services..

At The Lilavati Hospital he called me before his death , told Mr Akshay Kumar to see that he gave me work and I burst out crying , I was reprimanded by Dimplji for my outburst, his daughter Rinke watched me as Bala led me out of the hospital room , this was the last time I met Sir ,,, Alvida Kakaji