Scribbles

I was sleeping, with my body dormant and subconscious brain extremely active. Through the window pane moon light fell over my brain that brightened my brain, endless thoughts that I ignored in day light came up brimming on the surface. One of those wild fantasies screamed –“Niharika remember me I am your childhood ambition .you coward, you reluctant off beat personality, why did you let me die? The voice awakened my conscience; it was the voice of my childhood fantasy of being a college dropout. It was very angry and agonized as I ditched it and continued my studies in college. It further said with great frustration “so how are you? Feeling great you are about to graduate like million others .you have become a crowd. You are a loser girl. You gave up to the beaten path.” I yawned and just when I was about to revert the dream further shouted “you murdered me, you are murderer girl .you became too timed to pursue me.’ Take the memory back to past when you were still y...

Disclaimer: This piece of fiction is based on real characters of real life; their portrayal is fictional though but true to the cause of writing world. And it takes on religion and its hypocrisies. Far from regular ruling politics, there is kingdom devoid of any banal thought. The kingdom of the king Libertius, Artistocratic form of rule prevails, where artists are the leaders of the society. The king’s palace is not golden palace, but its golden principals make it a kingdom apart .Puissant King Libertius is witty, intellectual, his sharp mind is his crown, his pen his sword, his sarcasm his weapon and his mighty laughter is the great assault. On one fine morning, the king wakes with the rabblerousing sounds outside the palace. He suddenly gets up and asks his court man: “what happened, how this peace full morning is disturbed with noise”? The court man replies “your majesty, these are group of writers up[set with religion called ‘Hinduism’, whose nonsense propagandists...

Tempestuous winds were blowing, in the midnight. Clouds were dark and heavy with the rain .these all factors made sky feel gloomy .silence was echoing the approaching calamity. The clock showed its sharp 12:00 am, and 14 the February came .instead of roses, blood smelled. Instead of love, hatred was in the air. The taj mahal, so called memorial of love was about to be demolished .in Agra near the monument trees oscillated and eventually fell, Water Lake was boiling .eagles and crows were out of their nests. It was the welcome omen for the spirit of Mumtaj Mahal, in whose death’s remorse the taj mahal was built. Today it has come down to earth to destroy every symbol of vitriolic and fake love. As she wanders around the city, she passes by the apartment where a girl was crying and sobbing out of the fear, trauma and cheat. She has been betrayed and abandoned by her partner, after she became pregnant with his child. Guy left her by saying-that it was not love but a time pas...

Dear countrymen. On Tuesday ,February 4,2014,the software giant announced me as their brand new CEO .before I could react and celebrate this news ,my fellow Indians like always went crazy ,singing paeans in my name and nationality. Twitter,facebook and so called intellectual media was remembering me as if they have known me since childhood. So I decided to pay my gratitude to my country and my countrymen, I take this humbling opportunity to pay my sincere regards to the system. I owe my success to the great Indian education  system .because of this vivacious system ,I had to leave for US to find new opportunities and to make myself count .the ruins by Indian education system was so much that it took 22 long years stay in US to plug the holes'Ruins were so deep that rebuilding took time. I was from Manipal University,had I stayed in India I would have become a wasteful resource. Here until you are from top notch institute or have good source one doesn’t become a su...