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

 

A Piece Of Paper & My Ink

Those words I penned

were so mysterious ones

for many among them,

not for the one I knew,

an imperfect part of mine.

 

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A Writer’s Pen

He dreamt of a fairy-tale

Bits of paper flew away

An end, left undone.

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An Aisle Of Lightness

Darkness in a coward, a reprobate from ages

went through a satanic path.

The truth is hidden in an eye’s cage,

screaming still in a closed state.

Light in a rebel, a ruling artist,

his renowned enemy believes

in his holiness, and thus leaving

in a crucial path.

Perhaps, they’re always one with two faces,

trying to convey what they know

for the rest- a real disguised world.

Accept them, the one will exist..

The Other dwelling within a jiffy of sins;

pounds of strings praising his wins..

Once, they were none for us,

but then we killed us for them.

PS: This is a group-blogging work that I’ve written together with Viditi Bhargava, an aspiring Engineering student from Delhi, India. For me, she is a peaceful soul who’s a lot of foolish thoughts like me in her mindset and the one who is perfectly fine to mingle such thoughts at any time through her writings, especially via poetry. If you haven’t ever been through her simple blog space, have a look at it here.

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The Watchman

“No way, Rahul! It is not so easy for the late comers, get into the class, you know. C’mon… Run as fast as you can. If we’ll not reach there by school time, I’m damn sure that he’ll penalize us”, my friend screamed out at me.

Hahaha! Why are you so serious, Man? He might punish us as always. But what’s so wrong with it? We’re the late comers in our school itself, uh?”, I said.

Ummmm…! Yes, but still….”, he doubted.

It almost took around half an hour more for us to get to the schoolhouse gate. But it had already been closed; unlike the other days. While I was seeing through the city’s best school’s gate, a portly man in his 40’s outlook, and who has a thick mustache and hangs a militant rifle in one of his side turn off through my vision of being a latecomer. His rough look itself had proved that he is our school’s new watchman.

“Hey kids! You’re not presupposed to be late like this. Where were you? Why you’re so late?”, his anger struck up on us.

“We…. We…. missed our school bus and hence….”, my friend exclaimed.

“Okay… Don’t repeat this anymore, ok? I shall let you in now only for today. Both of you got me well, right?”, he called for us.

“Yes, Sir. Shall we?”, he replied him back with an utmost hope to escape from his rough approach.

“No, Sir! I didn’t get you. Can you briefly explain to me what you just said now?”, I interrupted my friend’s choice to grow in.

Perchance, my close mate’s innocence convinced his poor judgment; he allowed only him to amaze in.

“What do you want to know from me, Kid?”, he asked.

“I already said it. Excuse me, please. Can you allow me to go in? Or else, I shall ring my daddy today. He is least bothered regarding his son, being a late comer in his school. Then why you should?”, I asked him in a depressed quality.

“Hmm…! So here we’re… Look at your friend. He is a coward, I know. Even you too! But you’ve the backbone to produce your voice at least. I liked your attitude anyway”, he told me.

Hahahah! Your good name, please?”

“Ravinder Singh”

“Okay, Singh. That means there is no need of calling my dad this time, who has been teaching here, so that he can properly concentrate on his pending worksheets and lectures.  Glad that he can correct my lately written Mathematics exam’s answer sheet too. Thank you so much for your simple cum humble approach towards me. Have a good day. See you in the evening”, I engraved upon him and he opened the gate.

As I counted backwards, after getting hold of certain steps from him, he was still standing in front of the gate in his sober mode.

PS: I have penned this post for the #ConditionSeriousHai contest conducted by the Cadbury 5 Star in connection with Indiblogger.

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That Day

Sometimes, I forget the intentions to be accomplished in my life, the things I’ve to be done before that day. They constantly address it as a sacred moment- a couple seconds which helps to interpret the other face in me- a hooked path yet to be unknotted…..

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