Gaurav the writer#

वेल्ला अर्थात वह व्यक्ति जिसके पास करने योग्य कोई काम ना हो; मूलतः देशज शब्द खलिहर का नवीनतम रूपांतरण है. विकसित होने की प्रक्रिया में न सिर्फ़ हमारा शारीरिक और मानसिक कायंतरन हुआ बल्कि कुछ भाषागत विकास भी दृष्टिगोचर हुआ. वर्तमान समय के अनुसार देखा जाएँ तो वेल्लागिरी करने वालों को कभी सम्मान की नजर से नही देखा जाता है. सांसारिक सुखों और व्यस्तता का ढोंग रचने के लिए हर किसी ने एक छद्म आवरण ओढ़ लिया है जबकि वास्तविकता में हर मनुश्य किसी ना किसी प्रकार से वेल्ला है. हालाँकि वेल्लगिरि कि ये परंपरा सदियों से चली आ रही है, देवताओं, ऋषियों, मनुष्यों, राजाओं यहाँ तक कि वेदों और महाकाव्यों की रचना करने वाले भी वेल्लापंथि ही थे. घंटों तर्क- वितर्क करना, शास्त्रथ करना और इन जैसे ना जाने ही कितने ऐसे कार्य है जो सिर्फ़ वेल्लापंथियो की देन है. सच पूछा जाएँ तो वेल्लापंथि एक दैवीय गुण है और जिन मनुष्यों को इसमे दक्छ्ता हासिल होती है वे ही आगे चलकर इतिहास रचते है. प्रथिस्थित् कंपनी कि नौकरी छोड़ कर वेल्लागिरि की राह् पकड़ने वाला एक दिन व्हाटस अप जैसे सॉफ्टवेयर का निर्माण करके रातों रात अमीर बन ज

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

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