Desh

Desh ka kya hai ji, chalta he rahega. Achai, Burai, Aamir, Garib sab isme he simte hai. Hota ye hai ki bas numainde aur siyasatdar badalte rehte hai. Garib ke phatehaal ko kaun dekhta hai Ji, isme koi chuski ya mazza thore he hai. Kisan jiye ya mare, hai to wo khud pe he. Nikal …

like

You cannot live in this world pleasing everyone. Not everyone is alike, not even twins. The sooner we realize it, the better our life becomes. Our ideologies are different. We are all biased. We cannot think alike: world wars happen for a reason. The rule applies everywhere at the workplace, in relationships, or in sales. …

kaun?

Nandkumar, we call him Nandu is a soft-spoken, wheatish, stout built. His mustache, Ray-Ban sunglasses, and bullet motorbike reminded me of Salman Khan’s Dabangg. Nandu cleared BPSC(Bihar public service commission) and posted as BDO in the nearby block from my hometown. Nandu’s father was a headmaster in the middle school in my village. I grew …

Fine

Apka fine Katega, shouted traffic constable. Kahe Sirji? I asked. Singal cross Kiya hai, he replied. I was rushing for my tuition class and, he was standing right next to the Jwalaheri Market crossing. The red lights hardly work, not today. The constable Gurjeet Singh Ji was adamant about putting a penalty. I was more …

Mili

Mili lived life on her own: like a butterfly, independent and break free. Money was in abundance, thanks to her parent’s medical profession. I met her at a friend’s party in Delhi, I guess in Lado Sarai barsaati(rooftop). I was impressed by her confidence, and it was she, not weed or alcohol. She told me …