Gaurav the writer#

Apne hisse ka sach Aksar akele mein baithe huye main gujri hui baton ki kalpana karta rehta hoon. Aaj bhi kuch soch raha tha, aaj meri soch sach ke bare mein. Apne hisse ka sach. Kuch dino pehle ki baat hai mera ek dost mujhse milne aaya, kuch pareshan sa tha. Usne apni samasya mujhse batayi, maine bhi use ek acche dost, shubchintak ki tarah hidayat di aur sahi galat ka antar samjhaya. Pehle to unki baatein mujhe satya prateet hui aur unse hamdardi bhi hui phir maine gahan anveshan kiya to laga ki nahi wo sirf apne hisse ka sach bata raha hai. Bachpan me mere ghar ke pass ek aurat rehti thi wo aksar maa se aakar apna dukh baantti thi. Maa use accha aur bura samjhati thi. Aur maa ko usse sahanbhuti bhi thi.Dheere dheere maa ko asliyat pata chalne lagi aur maa ko bura laga. Uska jhooth bolna jabki usne sirf apne hisse ka sach bola tha. Aakhir kya antar hai jhooth aur apne hisse ke sach mein…sirf itna hi jhooth mangharanth hota hai aur apne hisse ka sach adhoora sach. Hum meine se aisa k

The other side of grass An old adage goes ‘Grass is always look green from the other side’ lateral meaning of this would be ‘people always see the brighter aspect of anything whereas there is some dark aspect too.’ We see success as an achievement where as we don’t consider the pain which one has to bear to get that. In a layman term we focus on result not the endeavor or labor put to get that achievement. I remember an old incident to make this clear to you. During my project work in some NGO (name cannot be disclosed) we were considering on various improvement programs are being run by our organization most of them were of child relief, women empowerment and so on. One of our program was focused on upliftment of garbage cleaners and junk dealer. Basically our coordinator has to visit the places where garbage clears dwell and the main work of coordinator is to motivate garbage cleaners to leave that work and provide them some better opportunity. One day one of our coordinator came up

Below mention discussion is a part of this article. personal information and some part of discussion and identity of other fellow have been suppressed from public view. keeping the same thing in mind some alteration has been made. Me: your comments inspire me to do better Anonymous: oh...thanks Me: don't know what I wish to get and why I do such strange thing like writing and reading but deep down somewhere I have a quest of being famous. Perhaps this would turn to a good plate form Anonymous: just remember to keep this fire within you alive n it would take its own course of time Me: I have seen having the same flair in people but sooner it starts dwindling. Anonymous: no, it does seem it’s dwindling. But its u who has to find ways to rekindle it Me: yeah it's true, I write because I want to share my feeling with others’, but success in not easy to be earned Anonymous: yes. And get acknowledged for the same Me: how many people visited my blog and how many of them gave me comme

imagine a moment you are approaching to the restaurant and guard opens the door and greets you. think of a moment when you finish your meal and waiter presents the bill. imagine the moment you go for interview and sit for the placement. none of the case you are sure of outcome but all the situation either you or other expecting a fair return. your father put his hard earned money on your education and you put your hard labor to secure good grade. and expect a good placement. keep your professional life apart and think again even in personal life we do expect the same. our parents try to make us a successful person both financially and morally. similarly we dream to be a successful manager,engineer, CEO or MD so on and so far. in personal front your spouse expect a good husband, your children expect from you a loving father or mother. your friends expects you a true friendship,your guest expects a warm welcome. and it goes on...... what if you don't get the desired result. do we st

sitting idle is the worst thing that ruins my day. it's been 6 o clock and i still working on my PC. Nobody is around to see what i am doing. i am doing something but that is neither official nor important rather personal. i love jot it down when some corny idea pop up my mind. So what is cooking in my mind. well everybody is interested to know this. the person sitting next to me is shouting on other fellow for not doing the the satisfactory work and due to which it affects the result of the entire process. i approach to coffee machine. taking few sips of it rejuvenate me. it sucks........i simply said in heart. this is our daily schedule and we are addicted to that. Unlike any other B School graduate. i had the same feeling to be a manager, director or CEO for that matter. at time i find where i am heading to. since my collage days i was keen learner and very ambitious guy. i saw big dreams, i worked hard to chase my dreams. but all i realized that i am going away from the reality

Scene 1:- "it sucks................"she said with frown. he lowered his head, was willing to say something but words didn't comply with facts. no answer what to say. "why you still see her? why you were with her?" she grilled him. he gathered courage and replied "we are just good friends, nothing else. she helped me in odd days and when she needs me you are saying to leave her. what's wrong with you?" "see you trust me, not? so i assure you that i didn't do anything wrong." Scene 2:- "what you doing sitting outside so late. oh i see, it must be Ranbeer, with whom you will be talking. i didn't get why he calls you so late. And by the way whenever he calls you, why you go out to attend his calls? what you are hiding with me? see i am your boyfriend and i don't like all this bloody crap. you have to choose between Ranbeer and me." at first place both the scene makes no sense and one must start giving advice what is wron

walking down to Saket i found people sitting outside 24by7 and discussing something in the wee hour of day. i move ahead to find a tea shop . hardly any tea shop is open. i am surprised to see the change in workplace. what keeps them on round the clock. i move to Gurgaon i find the same thing mall are open and it's late winter night. it seems that city never sleeps. one can still find the group of people moving from one corner to another beyond the time boundaries. are we turning to mechine from human? are we heading to a diffrent world............some people says working makes them crazy so what made these people sit up. it's 8 o'clock in office clock most of the employees are still there. it seems unreasonable when people says "We have family", i still find the guy next door working late night in call center and in morning searches some other oppurtunities. One must not find any difficulty to say it's all for making extra money or to get noticed. i am not ag