Gaurav the writer#

Spent hours to diagnose of what has happened to me, search out several and several sites and pages to find the answer of my quest. On one site the question of time travel was the hot topic. The flooded answers with abstruse logic and crave for perfection was everywhere. I realized it was not only I paranoid with this syndrome but many more. One more incident of today’s morning appeared before me; I was trying to connect my headphone with my phone however my headphone is not compatible with my phone. Despite several attempt to connect it I failed, I gave up the idea of listening my favorite music. Though it was a normal routine to me and everybody would suggest changing either one but perhaps that’s not the answer I am looking for. We don’t have choices every time or at time we never wish to. It’s just like travelling with flat tyre though you are sure you cannot go very far yet you don’t have the extra one.   One more practical and realistic incident appeared before me when one

A father’s advocacy to protect and patronize his child caused envy to me as I didn't had the luxury of being favorite and assertive. Life would have been different if only they would have listened to us. Crying over spilt milk is stupidity but I wish I had few good memories to share with my child and friends. Memories are like an old chest to cherish all your belongings. For few its spread smiles on their faces while few still searches each corners to find something memorable. Today I have also opened the old chest in search of some good memories and I am still searching them. May be some of you could help me to find a good one to make an ordinary day special.

No, no, no, no.……..not again but the fury of Saturn once again ogled me. I cursed the celestial moment I was born. Somewhere the wicked smile of god Saturn seems echoing in my ears. The victorious whispers of mockery and smirks seems visible everywhere. Once again I got duped. I wish I should learn from the past but making the same stupidity is insane. The toil was a sheer waste of time and effort. The pain of losing my labor was more; I wish I should take revenge from the ill wish of mighty.

Reclined on a couch near sea shore and reading news paper on Sunday morning; nothing else seems so glorious and heavenly. A brittle voice of my wife seems echoing from a very distant place. At first I pretend unnoticing it, the next vary moment the furious face of my wife appeared in my thought and I relinquish the idea of enjoying my solitude; however I could not stop myself procrastinating and prolonging the recess. I get down from the couch and approached to the cottage, the fray between my wife and my daughter was over leaving the two slap marks on my daughter’s fair cheeks. My appearance assured her safety, she rushed to me crying and calling PAPA-PAPA. She clanged to my leg. I lifted her in lap and wiped her tears though my wife was still scolding her with the warning note of not repeating the same mistake. I intervened and warded-off her from further clash; now the conflict was between me and my wife. After a little while the dialogue converted in monologue and more over p

The assurance to stand by was so secure and vivid that I almost believed it blindly. But with each passing days my expectation and assurance seems fragile. People’s inspiration turned to their eye sore. Life seems stuck in a mirage, running every possible direction but ending up where I started. The last hope was also gone. Setting out was the only possible way to remain enjoying pride despite losing it. To be continued……………………………

SALARY????? WHY IT IS SO IMPORTANT Last week I received a pesky call from one of the premier bank offering credit card with lowest EMI option, with much discussion and concentration and the lucrative benefits that they were offering I could not refrain myself coveting for the same. Everything came to a halt when they ask about SALARY? The question was obvious but the answer was absurd; I have no salary account; I receive check or sometime in cash and the meeting terminated with a sorry note. I could not correlate both the things; may be some abstruse logic goes behind it. I tried to dig out the secret of being a SALARIED PERSON. What is salary and why it is so important? Way back in 13 th century the allowance is paid to the soldiers to purchase salt is known as salt money; as it was difficult to obtain and was a high value trade it was also considered a form of currency. And the etymology goes on and transformed Anglo-French word salarie to salary. However now a

                                                   बारिश के बाद धूप ने हल्के-हल्के से जैसे पांव पसारना शुरू ही किया था, मेरी बेटी ने हौले से आँखें खोलकर देखा अपने बगल में मुझे लेटा देखकर एक सुकून की साँस ली और मेरे उठ कर चले जाने के ख्याल मात्र से ही उसने मुझे अपनी छोटी- छोटी बाँहो में कस कर भींच लिया और उसके पतले छोटे होठों पर हँसी कि एक पतली सी लकीर सी बन गयी. ऐसा लगा मानो दुनिया के सर्वस्व सुखों को किनारे कर उसने अपनी सबसे प्रिय वस्तु प्राप्त कर ली हो. मैंने भी उसके प्यार भरे आलिंगन और उसके सुनहरे सपने को तोड़ने का दुस्साहस नही किया. अपने सपनों में जो उसके बालों की ही तरह शायद सुनहरे हो वो अपने प्यारे पापा के साथ अपने स्कूल के सबसे प्यारे झूले पर झूल रही थी और मैं एक कोने में खड़ा उसके अपलक निहार रहा था, ना ही गिरने कि चिंता ना ही समय की कोई पाबंदी. उसने मुझे देखते ही झूले कि रफ्तार और बढ़ा दी. शायद उसे अपने पिता के होने मात्र से ही ये यकीन हो गया था कि सब कुछ सुरक्षित है और उसके पापा कुछ भी ग़लत नही होने देंगे. तभी दूर् से आती उसकी माँ की आवाज़ ने उसे घर वापस आने के लिए बुलाया और