Who Is She?

A calm slayer sticks

to a perky heart in us;

I’m her blood’s sketch

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Chetan Bhagat’s Half Girlfriend

Chetan Bhagat and his #halfgirlfriend

Once upon a time, there was a Bihari boy called Madhav. He fell in love with girl called Riya.
Madhav didn’t speak English well. Riya did.
Madhav wanted a relationship. Riya didn’t.
Riya just wanted friendship. Madhav didn’t.
Riya suggested a compromise. She agreed to be his half-girlfriend.

I’m so sure that this would also conquer Indian readers mind! I mean, Half Girlfriend is going to be yet another flimsy- romantic cliche from Chetan Bhagat, who is one among the national bestselling author, which will hit the bookstores by the mid of October during this year. Although I’m a critique reader of Bhagat’s works since I completed reading Revolution 2020, I wouldn’t say that Bhagat’s novels are based on poky- cheesy- fanciful plots like many of his readers say, though he’s conquered many of the teenagers as well as youngsters hearts through his alluring writing style and redundant story plots. As a published writer, if he’s successful in conveying his inner creations to the outer world, at least right in front of this major group, then how could many of us underestimate his newly written novel just after hearing its title before the official launch? 

I went through certain tweets related to #halfgirlfriend today and what welcomed me was the uncovered pole vaulting stature of the search term on the web within hours since after the official announcement from the author regarding his latest book’s release.  A few among them made me think like a pointless tweet lover, whereas the rest made me laugh like I’m watching a show of The Big Bang Theory. A number of interesting tweets in them is as follows:

 

Now, it’s my turn to tell my expectations regarding the book. I love explaining things so shortly and simply. Here it is:

 

Madhav loves Riya

Riya hates Madhav

English is his problem,

it was their theorem

 

Half girlfriend, a trauma

found out by a drama

Chetan speaks

twitter shines

Love is a pen

holds his tale’s den

I would love to know your anticipation on the book too. Feel free to express it without a second thought here.

PS: This post is entirely a funny take on the basis of my personal views and all those tweeters on Chetan Bhagat and his works. Although, if anybody feels so bad about it, I earnestly apologize you for what I’ve written. *smiles*

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A Black Mole

I found that it’s very difficult to stay in front my mirror for finding out that black-mole, I’ve, right above my left eyebrow. He stated last night that he had ascertained that there. But at where? Nothing is there! Noooo… He said so.. It’s there.. Yes, it’s…

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I Want To Become A Writer

“I want to become a writer!”

“Writer? You mean, someone who lives by selling the craps he’s written in books?”

“No! I never wanted to become a writer in your mindset. I would love to become a writer who loves writing, neither for acquiring public’s attention nor earn some penny for living, rather than doing anything else that makes him happy. I’m not saying anything against their dreams upon me; writing what I’ve in me on a piece of paper using my ink strangely makes me happy. I don’t know why!? It always help me to find out a real flow of happiness in me.”

“Okay! Act according to your wish. But keep this always in your mind that writing one or more books wouldn’t help you to fill your empty stomach whenever you feel like having something to devour. Never follow all those fancy- crazy imaginations in your dreams; chasing your unrealistic dreams in a real world would makes you unhappy at any point of becoming a writer. Don’t compare yourself with all those writers who’ve chased their dreams and became a well renowned writer in the history. Your writings aren’t that interesting for the readers like you think. And you know, this is 21st century; everything happens here for money and a reason. Although you’re 21 year old, you’re still so immature to accept such kind of implicit facts.”

“Okay! I know —”

“Have you ever thought about your future? How it would be if you’re an unsuccessful writer?”

“Nope! I haven’t—”

“Don’t think too much about your craps right now! Earn something for yourself and lead a superb- cool life, Man. You’re not that bad to do it, I think”

“Yea! Of course. I’ve to go now. See ya.”

“Okay! Bye.”

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Into The Black Sky

Staring at the sky

It smells so good around

Death called me in..

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