WRITE RISHI WRITE

Journalism requires great dedication every single day in its profession, which I was providing at that time. Sometimes blood and sweat is also required.                      Me after working twelve years in the journalism world had made me deadly furious. And the victim of my inner rage and frustration were the employees in the office. Even politicians, businessmen and local goons were afraid of me more than the administration and the Ambedkar's constitution. To remove the load of you thinking me as a man of principles, let me tell you, Sometimes, somewhere, somehow, some dollars would give them some relief against me as i could not resist  myself from taking those amount as gift.  But in that situation filled with corruption everywhere and in every department , I was the least worst journalist. The journalist who had started fighting for women empowerment and their rights, the so called feminism nowadays. One fine night, me and my close friend Biru were jamming in the

One fine morning, my wife screamed on me to bring Maggi for Shirish, my son. Every mother is doing the same things for her child these days, it is no where closed to our childhood days when our mother used to cook both breakfast nd lunch for us. I know I'm a deep sleeper nowadays but she used to wake up at even 4 o'clock....in winter also. And I still  remember, how she used to scold me to wake me up... ki uth Jaa ab..7 baj chuke, and my way of procrastination ki ' mummy bas 5 minute' is same now. Finally i had to wake up after sometime. I was hearing the same sounds now.......ki uth Jaa,uth Jaa...uth naa..I felt everything to be blurred . I could see my mom saying these words bt this time I couldn't wake up this time. Wasn't able to cry because i think TRUCK had hit me harder than mother's words used to, in my childhood. Leaving this world, I was only thinking about my mother and also asked myself "did Shirish got Maggi as his breakfast

As soon I woke up, around me but unnoticed she was! was she my closed one,my mother..no,no nd no. Since I started walking on my own feet ,also started to feel her around... she was behind me sometime also I lagged her equally..even she adjusted herself according to weather. Quite a fine day,she started teaching me fear which she produced herself,I think. The only thing she taught : jst look at me BT I  was like no,no, not at all. Finally me as debarred boy looked forcefully at it nd I got life after that even better that previous one. She was my own SHADOW. Her lesson was complete them nd her final speech was "Jst look at me if u feel scared, no one is there except me.if u don't look at me , I will throw you out of your own body." So if you have dare to face (SHADOW-FEAR), You will strengthen enough to conquer it..nd her reply would be just..                      Yours (SHADOW-FEAR)  SO JUST BE ALRIGHT ***************RISHI 4 U****""""&qu

signing off.... It's 1 am in the morning and i'm thinking only two words in my mind ...galaa toh ekdum bhar Chuka hai .... Saw Virat Kohli's post at Instagram today. Just look at him. Me in myself thinks that he is: average looking, nothing special, sometimes I hate him but the reality is, he is at the top undisputedly making India proud and holding the burden of a billion dreams on his shoulders. And what is it, I'm doing now, even for myself . Nothing. I'm just criticising everyone and doing nothing. I'm done with the self analysis,found out something which I must need to do. You all, almost 500 in numbers know me who I am. It's okay but whole world is leaving quite far away from you all. I hame decided that iI hav to ignore u ..I have to meet the world... everything may be wrong with this: grammar, arrogance,over confidential clutch. Again​ ... signing off If me in me depends on few of you, how will you in you, remind me of you all, I know,

#Entry 000001.....why me                                        Blowing off mosquitoes from my hand and thinking- "Saale kya sochenge mere baare mein," but it's okay as you are adult now (i guess). Here, I am reflecting my own personna through blog which i always wanted to do. Would like to say sorry in advance for mediocre as well as easy english words. And it's  it's not only because I wanted to make it simple, that's also because of my helplessness towards vocabularies. Thanks to Mohak Mankad bhaiya whom i spotted with his travel blogs. I would give few names of my friends in my acknowledgement only if they will encourage me for this....LAGA NA SHOCK. #Entry 00002......about what                                  I took ten clueless days to decide when to start but the result I got was just like this.  Not showing off or bragging but this one is simply about me, my life, my thinking and finding myself an ATHEIST (in your words). All my plans