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Meri Zindagi...

Meri   Zindagi Kale raston par Safed reshon si hain meri jindaagi, Aaghe badi hain ya piche meri Zindagi... Do Rahon ko toh alag kar diya hain maine Par Kis aur hain jana sochti rahin hain meri Zindagi... Har mod par muda hun main, Dhoop mein khada hun main, Kuch der dhimi hi sahi, Parr har us mod ke gujar jane ke baad phir seedhi huyi hain meri Zindagi... Kale Raston par safed reshon si hain meri Zindagi...

The Dead End...

The Dead End… Few years back I was sitting in a seminar when this guy asked me, “What is the difference between faith and Belief?” For someone like me who always try to avoid the eye contact with the speaker, it took me by surprise and the question hit me like the bullet right between eyebrows. ”What? Are they different? I use the first to describe the later one”, laterally was my response. “Correct. They both are same”, turning to the audience he said. I took a sigh of relief while settling down on my seat. “They both mean the same at this point of time” confusing everyone he continued, “Let me explain. Say there was this person in your life you used to believe blind folded once. But you don’t believe her anymore now. Why…? because she is your ex now”. Entire hall burst into laughter. I don’t understand why people laugh so much for the jokes on Exes when they didn’t even had one. “I don’t think there are many who believe their Ex” He said coming to the edge of stage...

That Unsent Message of Valentines...

THAT UNSENT MESSAGE OF VALENTINES… THE DRAFT FOLDER OF EVERY ONE SIDED LOVER (FICTION) It’s been some days now, life's without you. To be honest I never really missed you. In my own world of imagination I have always carried you along these days. Talking with you, dancing with you and of course fighting with you in our usual manner. We never have been close enough in real world. But that hasn't made me love you less a bit. Just having you around makes me feel in heaven. Your presence is enough for me to be happy and your words are enough to encourage climb many Everests. Today’s Valentine’s Day, every little thing happening today make me desperately feel call you, text you and tell you all what I feel for you. It’s funny I have practiced thousands of ways to tell you that. I am 100% sure I won’t tell it you today. I might go to call logs dozen a times, Dial your number and hung up again. Keep typing and erasing the words I am willing to tell since long. But I will fa...

Starting of the Writing...

Starting of the Writing… Writing ... something our teachers and even our parents really emphasize upon right from the moment we learn to write. We will be given brain full of the home works to improve our writing. Our writing will be praised if we complete it. It will be showcased to the other students out in class and to the guests back home. Writing gets more importance than our speaking, our listening, our understanding and even more than the contents that is actually written. The guy with the better writing will get more marks than the guy with actually better answer. This I have always felt all my childhood. Then the time passes, I grew up. After school, first in college and then I got myself busy in my professional education. I kept running like that empty auto rickshaw on the city roads that has no idea where will it find its passenger carrying loads of expectations and frustration of regrets. one day tired of work i took time off from my ever running nonstop li...