chapter 1

Things i learned from the past i lived made me think about how one can be so brutal to its own kind , humanity is not seen but donation in name of charity is new cult of society where in the name of humbleness and corporate social responsibility creates a new way of generating wealth and yet our society remains in disguise  and we are poor.
we may have earned wealth but still the mindset of society  is that we can't understand if monetary view is absent.i remember the times when we use to ride the bi-cycles end explore the country side but today i even don't have time to see the plants in our own garden of place called ''home''.
rudra

Chapter 5 Violent apology

Pushpendra mishra (PM).YAAR my worst thing in my life I had experienced now...
Guru Maan (gm)... ki gal kar raha kake... ki huwa abb....
Pm. Yaar abb wo mere ko meri aukkat bataiygi... saleke se sorry bola.... wo sb kitta ..janu assi kabhi na kithe the....
Gm..... oy laala duniya ko aukkat bata na ... dikha .
Pm.. saccchi gal dasso kake.... apni hi matt mari gai thi ...sala abb kuch bhi karlo... nasoor bn gai hai y.... pause of silence
Gm.... baat puri to kar mitra...
Pm..... dekh bhau... tu to sb janaya hai... kya kiya kyu kiya..... galti meri thi manta hun..pr abb sb 6 mahine phle khattam ho gaya tha to wo abhi bhi wahi ratt lagay hai....mere se kuch kehne wali wo hoti kun hai... aur phir pith piche humko hi kos rahi.... aissa kyu tha bhai ki sb humko hi sunna k ja rahe...
Gm.... taau gadha hai na tu..... chal tu humko suna le... hum sun rahe bol de aaj sb..
Pm... thanks bhai.... yaar mtlb duniya mein hi sb se bura hun .. baki sareef.... baat karne gaya tha ...bawal huwa chal.... magar y dogli rajneeti kyu akhir. .. humse kuch aur hamare peeth piche kuch aur... chal kya raha uske mnn mein... mein hi chutiya tha usski itni suni... abb kaisse kahe ki jo kar raha hun uski wajah wo nahi... phir bhi mere ko aake suna rahi.... usko beech mein bolne ko bola kun.bhai puri suniya mein humko hi badnaam karna hai baki sb doodh k dhule hai..to y umeed kyu ki uski baat abb maanu.. faltu hai wo... aaj bhi jo yaad aati hai wo 8 saal phle ki kahani thi baki to yahan wali abb yaad bhi nahi aati.....
Pm....bhai aab to log humko nukar bhi nahi banayenge.. aur hamare liy unk pass wqt nahi ki wo hamara murder kar sake... piddi k launde aur baate pahad type..... abb itte bure din bhi na aay hai ki jisko khud khane k lale ho wo humko nukar rakgenge.....
Gm.... bhai keh to tu sahi raha hai bol abb kya...
Pm.... kuch na yaara ..... hum kl bhi wahi the jo aaj hai aur kl bhi wahi rahenge. ...bss yaar samjh na araha ki y bawal akhir hai kyu...
Gm.... samjh to mere bhi nahi araha ...
Pm.... has le kake... has le...
Gm.... to bol abb kya karu...
Pm... chal kahin ghoom k aate hai...
Gm.... chal chai pee k aate hai..
Pm... chal
Gm.... ek baat bolu bhai.... in sab mein kuch nahi rakha hai... sahi galat ki behas to har baat pe ho sakti hai..enjoy kake enjoy..

chapter 1

Chapter 7 Screaming ecos of silence

diary pages of pm......
Kuch din phle jo meine kiya uska explanation de raha hun.. galti koi or kare saja kissi aur ko mille y galat baat hai.. abb jo naya ghatnakram samne aya hai uske mutabik humare priy mitra pr y arop lag raha hai ki y ussne kiya... arre mohtarma y batao ki phone kar k humse kya kaha tha tumne?or jb baat bigadegi to tumko call karungi ajana..? Kyu bhai tb kyu aay .. sala sari galti jb mere hi sir madhni thi to y bata tere favour mein y baat jaati to thik na jati to mere ko samne kar deti... yahi plaan tha na tera... kyu karu jo tune kaha....sala harmkhor ko pitna hi tha mere hatho aaj nahi to kl.... abhi to jo kiya wo uth k muh mein jeera barabar hai....mere kissi bhi dost per iljam lagane se phle y sb jaan le.. abhi hum jinda hai... bakaiti aur himakat jab jaruri ho karni hi padti hai...aor jo tere sath hona chahiy wahi hoga abb.. Sala y bhi chahiy .wo byi nahi khona ... sati savitri bani rehna... duniya ki nazar mein apni image banana. .. dusre ki jira kar.... kyunki samne wala to explanation dega nahi kissi ko.... y jiri hui harkat teri hai.... sala samjh nahi araha tere aur vandana k beech ke majak mein mein kahan se jhus gaya .... ghusa to apne tk rakhni thi baat... jb nein wahan tha hi nahi.... mere se kya matlb tha... bola tha na ek din phle ki kutta bol lo uss mental k sath naam na jod.... samjh nahi ata kya ek baar mein.... agar kuch plan kar k kiya na .. to sala koi nahi ki phir humse bach jay.... bola tha na ki char din se lm ja rahe... tere ko chul thi sath chalne ko hamare sath... humko nahi...humare sath baki sab arahe the.... aur khud janti jo pura hostel chal raha ...last time unka plan change ho haya y hamara lan lagta hai....gali khane wali kharkate na kar... ladkiyo ki bahut Ijjat karta hun per teri jaissi nahi dekhi.......REST WILL BE CONTINUE SOON

chapter 1 : jackals of life

There is only one problem in reality that it is not fictional but a "fact" and people quite often don't understand, may be because they see things in a way which may be true or false but others has right to ignore or subside their views as might have different views, never ever try to pull a string too hard to hinder its sweet sound into unpleasant one,Learning fast and learning true the chapters of life with special effects are still on, only thing is i am trying to nice with people giving A punctuation mark (,) ''quama'' then a previous version full stop.

Dusk of Dawn : Story under tale

Whole life now becoming the mess of missed shot opportunities and somehow the ignored ideas are creating discomfort of feel and actions my social nature has just dropped to the level there.When i try to look into my own life ,i can say i had dark and bright side both as we all do ,matters what which side has more reflections on society .my faith, determination and what i consider is working with me along the passage of time is now so mixed and jumbled that for now my whole life has only one remain of side 'GREY'. Now days establishing a connection between mind and heart is so difficult because the only rule existing in the society is "SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST" either you fit-in or you will be out by a hit. no matters what you deserve until you don't achieve it , disrespect hatred and selfishness so common that even i dout my own explanations to situation mostly because this is what you get when you trust out of your instincts . love to have my little world seldom to interact with others as this real world is more to offer than you think off.great heroes are those who really can find way out in a emptiness of solitude.