Gaurav the writer#

Few people are just born fortunate; inheritances, credentials, skills, opportunity, love and so on. Keep adding adjectives. You love someone fight for her with families and when everything was almost poised you realized that it’s gone. You question yourself; was it everything you were fighting for? Dreams smashed, bruises of pass by days snatches the complacency. Not on   your   tintype ……………………………..and it’s over now. You were making castle in the most beautiful part of your world and sooner you find yourself adjunct in the end of the world. You repent over and over again; being good was a choice but not the option. Life slams the door and darkness prevails. Justifying good self; and demeaning other’s shortcoming. Life isn’t good as it presumed in books, psalm and in dreams. It’s like a computer game that cheats when you are almost about to finish and to reach to the next level. 

Welcome to the graveyard of memoire, you won’t find the closed gate or the decoration of any kind. A thin pavement filled with dust of gone by years and enormous foot prints of known and unknown would pave you to the memories of the sleeping people. Some of gravestones are imprinted with name and years on it where as few are unrecognized. The shape, size and texture differentiate them; few are as fresh as they have been buried off late and few struggling hard to be remembered. It has never seen the happy faces or smiling attendant. Every worldly prompt and parade ends here. Although it is always busy day and night with the visitors and attendants. Flowers and garlands often decorate either the new one or the one that never forgotten.

"Five spelling error and unfathomable sentence formation; and you still boast off to be a good writer.  I am not sure how come you write such great things if I presume what you said are true. Unfortunately you don't meet my expectation, so forget about writing assignment. I cannot keep my organizations and personal image at stake. You might have plagiarized from somewhere.” The prospect meeting and my would-be boss collided with my credentials; having extinction of all the possibility of hope and recognition. And my confidence and experience stumbled upon. I know that I might not be good enough to scribble it but that is what we have technologies to ease for. I tried to explain it, now a day’s who does prefer to scribble in note books. My answer was making somewhat sense but he was stereotyped of what he had learnt years. The second main concern was the apprehension of my writing. Yes I too believe that at time it doesn't make sense (at least to amateur readers) and m

The Evidence If you think you will kill someone and bury it for years, mind it, you can escape days and years but not forever. Truth will come out and the earth and sky would witnesses the crime. The longer it remains silence the painful would be the punishment. No crime is evaded forever, nor the guilty. Even the secret association of migh ty and the dirty game of politics cannot save you.                                  Between Scylla and Charybdis Years hand on experience, learning and best practices developed after several years of hardship finally comes to an end when a hara-kiri decision of leaving the organization appears in the mind. The surprising factor comes with a blow to change your world for now and perhaps forever. Was it the reward of my loyalty and sincerity I always practiced? Were all the recommendations and appreciation mere materialistic? Should I cry or move on? The selfish and crooked face of associates was unveiled.             

Once bitten twice shy, well said and explained indeed we appreciate it. I wish I could practice the same. All the hatred and envy I gathered in years just cast away in the first rain of gratitude. Shall we move on? I asked my inner self, the crackling sound of a broken heart seems too fragile that it was almost a miss. I moved ahead burying my forgone pride and prestige for good. The soul was left behind and the body moved ahead; a body without soul???? Yes similar to the meeting of Dhritrastra with Bheem after the decease of his loving son Duryodhan. I couldn’t understand as why I buried the hatches when it was perfect timed to retaliate. In search of mine I looked in mirror and he said:- I don’t know you, your face might resembles with someone I knew years ago. But he has been assassinated and became victim of blind trust. From then I have stopped believing humans I reflect what they look like not what they are. How does it feel to kill someone? I had no answer but I avoided h

“A man can be happy with any women; as long as he does not love her.”-Oscar Wilde. The more I think and heard about it, the more curiosity it generated to be explored further. Nevertheless I could not develop any definite reason and result as why it so crucial and why people don’t mind crossing the social and moral threshold despite having a marital or social commitment. The blasphemy of commitment and trust is almost at the verge of breaking. Unveiling the secret might not be considered as perfect solution neither did keeping a silence. To understand the social and environmental impact over the human behavior might throw some light on it.  To make it more candid and precise we need to begin from where it actually started, here I have mentioned certain social and psychological phenomenon and tried to make a clear picture of it. a)       Opposite attracts : - Despite having several years of learning we often sideline the thumb rule of attraction. We love differentiation, w

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