Anti- Historic Man

“He’s a mystery behind him! Everybody says so; I haven’t ever met him directly, although I also believe in what others believe.”

“I’d a photograph that I’ve taken together with him last year at Marais. I missed it somehow a month before…. He hugged me before he left. That made an uttermost peace in him that still shines since that day…..”

“He is a criminal with a loyal mind! The conspiracies he’s made to kill the rules of society are unbeatable… He’s done everything alone and that’s one of his rules of living in an hypocratic society”

“C’mon! Never keep on asking queries regarding him. He’s a white street-dog who always follows him. Of course, he knows that he’s a supreme power in him that nobody among have. Neither you nor I know it. But he is so special, indeed!”

“You could indubitably feel it while talking to him! I met him once so coincidentally while I was heading back to home after spending my wallet for some weekend’s FUN. He was on his bicycle, singing Gibson’s Only in My Dreams of 80’s. A black dog was also following him. I was a little drunk, too. I suppose, he noted me at a distance itself under the street light’s gleam. He stopped his bicycle right in front of me and asked to sit on the carrier so that he could drop me at my home which is merely 3 kms apart. I tried to depart for not revealing out my sanity; I shouted at him from the kick of what I’d. Eventually, he made me under his control through his singing. He rode the bicycle with my fatty ass on the back. Slowly, I’d given partial attention to him; that short-conversation changed everything. The way he talks… It kept me as an avid listener on the carrier behind him,  professing complete silence to know what he’d been telling… It changed me; it changed my life; I’m more happy than what I was. He is the man: miracle man with those mysterical attitude.”

“Don’t worry! You’re not gonna find him from anywhere out here soon. He’s insane; in case if you find him, keep on asking whatever questions you’ve in mind and be a brave heart to be one of his beloved follower. Even if you can’t, you’ll definitely become…. That’s him; a living God…”

“Okay! Don’t believe him. People simply praise for the good terms and conditions they’ve with this man. For me, he’s an immortal man with a lot of happiness and energy in him; it makes others happy as well. I don’t believe in anything more or less other than this about him.”

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An Egg

It’s too hard to break this barrier! It’s really hard to break it and get freed from where I’m… I tried it. I tried a lot. But I couldn’t; I’m not that strong to do it. I could listen to them. I could readily listen to what’s going on outside this complicated blockade. Mama…. I know her; most of the times, I sleep so peacefully under the warmth she gives me. But when I’m awake, I couldn’t see anything else other than this dotty glue surrounding me. It’s so dirty, I must say. My sparkling eyes are always wet with this stewed glue! It’s so disgusting.. I wanna go out. For that, I must have to break it. I must break this yellow- No! It’s not white– shell around me and go out to see what’s precisely happening there, not only through the voices, but also through my vigilant eyes, both eyes; I want to see myself. I want to see the whole world, then! I want….. No… I don’t know. Am I right with what I just said to you? Shall I’ve to break it? It’s here where I’m alive rightly at this moment. I don’t know how it’ll be outside! I have listened to most of their calls. But what if they’re not right? What if they’re fake? I’m here! I’m alive here. This is my world, then why should I break it? Why should I go out to see an unreal world, a dusky- wide space that I haven’t ever seen yet? It’ll be so cunning to do so, uh? Yes, it’s… Isn’t it? No, it’s….

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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:

 

https://twitter.com/sids91/status/497011023224647680

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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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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Hardcopy Or Softcopy?

Hey folks! I’ve received a mail from a blogging friend of mine last night who has asked me regarding my inactiveness in the blogging platform these days. It was then, I reminded about this simple blog space I’ve created  2 years back under the blogging domain’s network. And yes, I’m not that active like before here. It’s not because I’m too much busy these days, though I’m taking a short- break from the virtual world completely for a change. It doesn’t mean that I lost my interest for blogging as well; I would come back whenever I feel like the same as before. However, I’m trying my level best for not missing any of the updates from you people, the ones I follow back, and of course, it’s really nice to read all of you. Stay calm and keep blogging, Fellas. *smiles*

Rather than wandering in and around all through the virtual world, I’m giving much attention for reading books these days. I’ve already completed The Prophet written by Kahlil Gibran, My Story written by Kamala Das, A Book Of Short Stories written by Edgar Allen Poe, another one written by Padmarajan, Kafka On The Shore written by Haruki Murakami and The Fault In Our Stars written by John Green within one and half month or so; and now, I’m reading the softcopy of How I Braved Anu Aunty & Co-founded A Million Dollor Company,  a humorous- true story written by Varun agarwal, an Indian author. Among the ones I read, I had the hardcopies of all the above mentioned books except Murakami’s Kafka On The Shore and hence it was such a wondeful time I’d being together with those ever written best sellers and reading them, most of the times during the midnight with a cup of hot coffee/ tea in my hand. 

Here is an account on the differences I felt while reading a hardcopy over a softcopy; it’s not about which copy you read, but the reading process is what actually does matter, I know. Anyway, have a look at it and I would love to know regarding your perspectives about it too.

1) Reading a hardcopy is superb-sexy even if you do/don’t know the softness of a softcopy.

2) Handling a hardcopy is much harder than handling a softcopy; if you’re not that bad at reading the hardcopy/softcopy of a book, I suppose, you’ve already got the right meaning behind what I said. You may have to spend more time while reading hardcopy rather than a softcopy.

3) Not any softcopy could give you the printed fragrance of a hardcopy, and thus an inner peace; reading a hardcopy by holding it directly in your hands and turning the pages just seem so nice to escape at least for a few seconds/minutes from the real world to an epic world of innumerable thoughts.

4) Having a good number of your favorite books in your library can make you feel so jealous on yourself for the unique treasure you’ve.

5) Addiction factor! Yea.. Of course, hardcopies are too good at it.

6) That’s the thing about books; it would definitely kill your time so easily.

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– Rahul