Gaurav the writer#

The elusion was the only thing I could wish for, but the memoire of gone by days did not evaded me easily. Falsifying fact of being independent and financial gratification did not last lost. Comparison was inevitable and absurd but we have at least something to flaunt our worth and materialistic achievement. Might the battle have won but the lost the war intrinsically?  The insurgency kindled and sooner robbed all the peace of mind and swaying waves of jealousy entered with the gift of frustration and hatred.  Pink turned to blue and then grey.  The enmity of fate and destiny triumphed over hard work. Another new sedan and new villa proved the culmination of owner and smirked off others. Wishes and greeting wasn’t warm as often cited rather the smoldering faces of visitors offered the best reward to the owner. The show went a blockbuster and the showman turned to be a new icon of society. The nightmare broke into stability and soundness of mind.  The veiling sound of heart can be

Years back (sound great when I use this word and in fact at times saves me from unnecessary trouble) on a date me and my girlfriend decided to go to coffee bar (I still wonder why I agreed to it). Other than the ambience and well mannered stewards if anything else haunted me really was the rate of different flavors. After couple of minute’s sincere observation and presuming the dent it can cause me to my wallet I decided to escape by from the bar. However I could not do so. Steward approached to take the order, “Don’t you have tea?” he gave me a surprised look as if I blaspheme the place and owner. My girlfriend nudged me and placed the order. I wonder and asked her, “Why don’t they add tea in their menu? People like me can come for tea as well specially country like India where we associate tea as a part of courtesy and warmness. I seldom remember any of my relative and known has ever asked about coffee. In fact we Indian have strong bonding and sentiments for tea though we cannot

Couple of days back while browsing few e-papers and magazine I compelled to stop by on bollywood gossip section, where veteran thespian actor Amir Khan stated another bollywood celebrity Salman Khan as biggest celebrity and assured guarantee for success (indeed the grand one) of the movie whichever he acts. The most interesting part was the remark that he made for salman quoting, “Salman is a big star, and movies hit box- office cause of his name only. In our movies we act, dance, sing and do whatever director and movies appeals to make it successful but for Salman; he appears, shakes leg with co-actress, and does some action and movies become a blockbuster.” For the first instance I took it as mockery of someone’s (Salman’s) natural talent or audience appeal but later I realized the fact and importance of “what and whose opinion really matters? For example before embarking a career in writing I was mere a professional, working hard to make both the end meet and sparing few time