Gaurav the writer#

He was leaving. People came closure him.   They shook hands exchanged cards. And shared their experience with him. Greeted him and talked about good time they spent with him. Eyes were filled with tears as someone amongst them leaving the organization. A farewell party organized, they all went to a teashop where everyone took a cup of tea and snacks (Khakhra). There were people who always had some or the other problem with this guy. Where as there were people who really enjoyed his company. A person of high spirit, moral and values are departing. The day he joined he knew that someday or other he will have to leave it all, as he knew what he wishes to achieve and how long this will help to go along. But deep down somewhere he was crying, something missing perhaps. Now they will not have to see his face anymore. World is like a mirror what you see is just your image. If today you replace someone someday someone else will replace you. Tomorrow will be a new day; everything will b

Sometime it’s hard to choose between two when both are good. But one has to, no other reason, no other alternative available but to choose one and reject another. It’s not only about selection rather one you choose feel superior to other whereas reject curse you or to its fate. We all are human so do have the feelings. None of the person I came across who has not blamed his/her fate once it’s been rejected. Philosopher, writer and professional interpret it their own way. One wins and other looses, though we know that other was good too and we miss that and perhaps we cry too missing that. At time we know we are never again getting that. Let’s make it more clear to you I convert it in gender so that instead of making any wild guess you can directly understand what I mean to. There is no rocket science neither any abstruse mathematical problem but a simple logic to understand. Why we have to make a choice all the time?   

Dear Friends,   2008 is just passing by and a new year is waiting on doorstep. Only few hours left to be added one more year in our past and we created history. This year gave me learning, caring, understanding and a complex feeling of attachment and bonding. Many of us wants to just pass by this year as this brought some miseries and pain simultaneously it gave pleasure and happiness to many. And indeed I am one of those fortunate or happiest people who are blessed with the gift of being committed.   Every year we come up with some new commitment, ideas and new opportunities. Time flew on rosy wings, it seems as I have joined this company this month only. It really hard to believe the support, cooperation and moreover a healthy work environment I got. Where people work beyond considering ethnicity or differences. Where we stand up for an organization, where people not just believe to work right but right work, where we don’t just go around boss to show how good we are in our work rath

Ek pandit ji ka ladka aur ek choti jati ka ladka saath saath chatravaas mein rehte the. Pandit ji use choti jati ke logon ke saath rakhna nahi chahte the lekin ghar ki maali halat acchi nahi thi aur ab jajmaani bhi kam hi bachi thi. Le de ke jo do char paise mil jate the usi mein poore parivar ka kharch chala pana aasan nahi tha. Aur fir vidhalay se ghar door bhi tha, to pandit ji ne nishchay kiya ki ladke ko chatravaas mein hi daal diya jaye. Kafi keh sunke hi uska dakhila mil paya tha. Waise to bhagwan ne bhi koi antar nahi rakha do insaano mein lekin aadmiyon ne apna swarth siddh karne ke liye jaat paat ka adanga daal diya. Kafi din beet chuke the pandit ji ko apne bete ki sudh aayi chota mota jo bhi saaman mila baandh liya aur nikal pade ladke se milne. Ladka kahin gaya hua tha uske saathi ne kahla bheja ki pandit ji aaye hai. Pitaji se milne ke liye wo sarpat bhaaga. Sayad kisi chori ke khul jaane ka darr tha ya ye shanka thi ki kahin sathi uske khilaf pandit ji ko kuch bhadka

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