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When passion and career fail to reach a mutual understanding, then a person like me gets nurtured. A weird guy who is yet to learn to complain about anything but ready to offer a piece of advice to someone in need. I have an innate ability to observe the veiled truth, I see it when nobody expects anyone to watch. I am an unknown identity looking to explore the depths of this world in order to attain a meaning of my presence. I don't know who I am, because my own reactions deceive me sometimes. A responsible but careless, resourceful but crazy, focused but diverted, that is me. Life is my passion over anything else and everything else is secondary for me.

The whatsapp Revisit

“Papa Calling”

The term we often see on our phones and it triggers a plethora of emotions in each one of us, I am not an exception to this. The only exception is, I have lost the liberty to react to this term now.

The blog was my release when I had lost someone back in 2015 and this acted as my best friend which gave me a healing I couldn’t have received by no other means.

I have lost someone again and I am here again, getting back to the WRITING I always took for granted. There is difference between the two losses though. The one in 2015 was still in this world and my mind was convinced that some permutation and combination of the Universe could come into play. The loss in the year 2020 left no scope for any permutation and combination.

Receiving images from your Father’s WhatsApp is normal but, not when those are the images of his deathbed.

A Poetic Accident-Part 1

I We thought of narrating a story through poetry. It has intentionally been left open-ended in order to keep some scope for a versatile follow-up. Let me us know what you think about the first part being presented here:

Love is just a myth they thought

For dead ends were what they always got

Experiment with bacteria was his daily task

“I don’t need a man”, she’d say if someone  would ask

But deep within they yearned to experience 

What the poets swore to be mysterious

A feeling of happiness and fulfillment

But the past wounds had left memories

With clouds of fear and despair

A day came by when they stumbled across

A casual conversation, they thought, won’t be a loss

One sentence transformed into many

Yet they didn’t realize it until the day arrived

When moving away was what they contrived

His heart pierced to see her go

She was left teary eyed after the blow….. 

If the part sounds engaging, feel free to take forward the story and let us know what you think of the first part.

 

Wanted: Collaborators for a Proposed Anthology

Dear Friends,

I have been completely unavailable from this blog for quite some time. I guess that’s a good sign because my blogging was mainly driven by agony. I have been happier, better than ever. I wanted to present an opportunity to collaborate for a proposed anthology. Genre, theme etc will be discussed if someone from the readers show interest.

Another opportunity is more professional. I am working on two different website, one deals with academic stuff and the other one is targeted at sex education. I absolutely adore the kind of quality you guys bring to the table so, I thought of asking if anyone would like to join hands for the aforementioned projects.

Buzz me on shashank.maurya2020@gmail.com and we will take it from there.

 

Cheers

 

Have a wonderful day ahead.

 

 

A Humble Request For Feedback

I am glad with the way my writing career has moved. It was on this blog where it all began. I would like to thank each one of you for the love and support all throughout the journey.

I have been working on few movie scripts recently, and also writing for some websites. As I get published, I will surely share the links here. I might not write a lot on this blog, but I will always stay connected with all of you.

Here is the link to a story that has been accepted by a movie group, and they have asked me to develop the idea further and come up with a short movie script. Take a look, and give your valuable suggestions in the comment section here, or on Facebook.

Have an awesome week ahead. Cheers!!

The Chains of Humanity

Being humans, we have the special power to thing. That power makes us ecstatic, and then it turn into a nemesis and we don’t get time to acclimatize. I have always believed in logical thinking, and this post won’t be without its logic. All my readers out there, sit down with a sheet of paper and make a tree with five branches. Now, quote one problem of your life on each branch of the tree. That’s it, let me draw the roots of the tree you just made. I will draw only two gigantic roots, and tag them as mentioned below:

  1. Attachment
  2. Emotions

Sounds absurd, think deeply about all the issues of your life and get back to this post. I am sure you’d agree with the point I am trying to make. The roots which are supposed to keep us firm, they nurture each leaves of our life. Then the leave grow old, getting ready to shed. And we begin to crib about the loss of those leaves. I would like to write a message here:

Do not find your roots in others, be your own root. When the leaves get dried up, you won’t be caught in the enigma of gloom and sadness. 

When the chains were created by us

Then why all the dramatic fuss

Why the complaints about being in  cage

When the door is open since a decade

What is left for us to gain

When the medicine has become the pain

 

I would love to continue the discussion with my fellow intellects here. Bring on your views.