Gaurav the writer#

It’s been almost half an hour sitting in a café and just gazing the menu card as if I am doing some research on it and ordering nothing. Steward hovered around twice to check whether I have made up my mind or mere passing the time occupying a crucial business space. However I assured him that I am expecting my girl friend and order once she is there. I am not sure how much I could convince him but at least assured him a future prospect. A little later she appeared in the café, with long pink frock, wearing light make up and mascara on eye lids. The more I saw her, the more I fell in love with her. At time I wonder why and how God made girls so beautiful. The conversation started with usual topic but a peculiar way. Girl: - “Sorry Gaurav, I am late you know the usual traffic jam. It took me almost two hours to reach here from Karol Bagh.” (The very first thing that gave me an alarming note was her apology. She never says sorry. More over I knew that she is lying, was it traffic or

One more suspicion and one more clarification but the prejudice had already been made. Finally upgraded my thesaurus, confrontation, acceptance and remorse has been interchanged with suspicion, guilt, blames and many more catastrophically words and phrases. Can exile or renouncement be the only solution of our miseries? The barren mind could not produce any better and soon the entire piece of work found its new abode at bin.  Was it money or stability I was wishing to prolong for? Fastidious minds; cursed them and to the god, turmoil soon came to end with a warning note. Could not fathom it, the combinations seem abstruse, the judgment was already made. How long it will prevail?  The adjustment was weird and choices were narrowed. The bleak out life was searching meaning and importance of it. Screaming responsibilities were dragging me down. Kaleidoscopic view of miseries were indeed a novel candy for great minds and may be some day will be buried in hard bound book; gatherin

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……………………………