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Compensate the Past

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Compensate the Past

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Pre-launch Review by Editor :

“Compensate the Past”

The story is a nice one. Clean and clear plot, simple, easy to understand language. Justifies the title. Personally to me it gives an insight that compensations can be made in various ways. I liked it.

Book Blurb : Compensate the Past

 

This story is all about a young guy Rajat Rai who pursues his management study at Faculty of Management studies, Delhi. Where he learns three crucial and life changing lessons i.e. Demand and Supply, Inflation and Assets and liabilities. These lessons put severe impact on him to see the world from emotional point of view.

 

He had experienced deprived condition of family at his childhood. These lessons induce him to do something extraordinary for sake of emotions. Meanwhile he falls in love with his classmate Taniya Seth. It pumps up zeal for social emotion as love makes you strong enough to confront all the barriers come in the path.

 

He gets detached from Taniya due to his excessive devotion for social emotion. He strives to balance himself between love and social emotion for compensating the past.

 

Will he be able to get his love?

 

Will he be able to compensate his past?

upcoming debut novel “Compensate The Past”……….

An excerpt from upcoming novel #CTP

After the class, Tani was chatting with girls in the campus garden. I was still pursuing every movement of Tani. I observed the way she chatters, the way she giggles. She was looking elegant in pink kurta and white legging. As nature call, Abhi came to me and start poking me.

‘What’s going on?’ Abhi asked. He put hand on my shoulders.

‘Nothing, just looking for you.’ I said. I put off his hand from shoulder.

‘Looking for me or looking for her.’ Abhi said. He pointed towards Tani.

We laughed simultaneously. Everyone looked at us. Tani gave the impression of being there. She took a glance at us. I liked the way she looks, turned back spreading her stepped cut hair as if bollywood actress sparks on screen.

‘You should approach her.’ Abhi said.

‘I want but, can’t.’ I said.

‘You can do.’

‘Direct marketing.’ Abhi said.

Abhi was suggesting me to approach Tani straight forward and propose her. My mind was generating idea to approach lead. In directing marketing, we have to meet the person face to face.

‘Yes, I can.’

‘I will generate lead.’ I said. I pumped up confidence in myself.

I forwarded a step in the garden towards Tani. Feeling little bit nervousness but, going for commitment. It was few yards to reach at her. Every step was having strong initiative. I was about to reach there. I passed nearby and didn’t approach her. I couldn’t dare to express my sensations. It was not as simple as direct marketing.

*

     In the metro train, Abhi was mocking at me about the incident in which I couldn’t generate lead to propose her. I was thinking, I was just a step away to her. I must have done it. What happened to me and why I was so introvert? How long I would be like that.

Swiftly train stopped. We got out from train. I sat on platform chair. Abhi joined me.

‘What happened?’ Abhi said.

‘I don’t know.’ I said.

‘If you can’t do this, forget about her.’ Abhi said as to stimulate me.

‘Not at all, I like her.’ I said.

‘If you like, you have to express yourself in front of her.’

‘How she come to know that you like her.’

‘Until you express your feeling.’ Abhi said.

‘Would she accept me?’

‘At the same time, does she like me? I said. I quizzed myself.

‘Doesn’t matter.’

‘You like her, she will like you later.’ Abhi said.

‘It matters.’

‘We must know each other’s resemblance.’ I said.

‘You are such a stupid guy.’

‘You are loser enough to think like that.’ Abhi said.

‘You right from your perspective.’

‘But I will give some time to analyze all the factors of affection.’ I said.

I didn’t want to be loser. That’s why I wanted to prepare myself before proposing her. It is as scuba diving without knowing about your breathe. I like myself and never want to be defeated.

***

My debut novel #CTP to be released soon this year. Stay tuned…….

Be clean to be cleaned…..

Be clean to be cleaned

At morning, there are fast paced passengers on the city road. Sounds are popping up a loud around. Birds are flying over the houses. Local train engages with mass crowd with blowing horn. Children’s voices come out chattering in primary school.

A lady teacher in Sari is standing in front of children in the class.

“Good morning ma’am.” Children greets.

Children stand up and great her.

“Very Good morning.” Teacher says.

Children get down and bring out their notebook from bags.

“Today’s home work is all about Writing an essay.

You will have to write an essay about your family.

I will check everyone’s Notebook tomorrow.” Teacher says.

Shinu a six year old introvert girl just busy in her notebook seems very sensitive and curious about her home work, while other children are chattering each other.

*

Shinu is on the way to home by school van with her classmates. Everyone was singing poem in harmony.

Twinkle Twinkle little star

How I wonder what you are

Up above the world so high

Like a diamond in the sky.

But Shinu is still mute and just staring at out side from van.

*

Shinu gets out from school van. She walks towards home having bag on her back. Suddenly a parcel of garbage is thrown from home by her mother on the road. Shinu sees this oppressive act very seemingly. She turns to her mother.

“Shinu! Come in.” Her mother yells.

Shinu goes in home. Shinu is just glaring at her mother. But nothing to say.

*

Shinu is outing for market with her mother. She is on the way to market through pedestrian path. There is massive garbage on the road. Her mother is buying vegetables.

 

“One kg. Onion.” Her mother asks to vegtable vendor.

But Shinu’s attention is on a person who is eating banana. That man put down banana’s peal on the way. Shinu raises her eyebrows. It sounds devastating to her.

*

Shinu is just sitting with her school bag to do homework at evening. She brings out her notebook from bag. Her father is doing some paper work. She is just about to write an essay on family. Suddenly her father tears a paper and throws it through window. Again this act catches Shinu’s attention. She begins to write essay.

 *

Teacher collects everyone’s notebook and begins to check essay. Shinu is just staring at her teacher. It is Shinu’s notebook in her hand. When Teacher read her essay, she gets shocked. Teacher looks at Shinu curiously.

“Shinu! Come here.” Teacher says.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Shinu replies.

Shinu reaches to Teacher. Shinu seems afraid.

“You wrote it?” Teacher asks.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Shinu admits.

Teacher gets panicked with her essay. On the other hand Shinu is still on fear.

*

Shinu’s parents is sitting in front of Principal. Shinu is standing with her teacher.

“This is your daughter. And what she write, listen.” Pricipal says.

“Read it.” Teacher asks to Shinu.

Teacher passes notebook to Shinu. Shinu starts reading.

              I have a small family.

              Me, my father and my mother.

              My mother throws garbage on road.

              My father spreads torn paper through window.

              Today I went to market.

              There were huge litters on the road.

              A man put Banana’s peal on the road.

              My city is my family.

              No one indulge in cleanliness.

After hearing essay from her mouth her parents gets ashamed.

“Please perform your duty. For sake of your ward.

For sake of cleanliness.  What children see, they will do the same.” Principal pours her words.

Shinu’s parents get their nod.

*

Shinu’s mother is collecting garbage from kitchen. Her father is picking up scrap papers. They both with Shinu put garbage in dustbin. Now there is a big smile on Shinu’s face.

“Sorry beta.” Her parents says.

  I love my family.  I love cleanliness.” Shinu shouts.

Her father embraces her. They seem threesome awesome that day.

***

Shatter Day

Shatter Days

The days I called Shatter days

The days I called Shatter days

I’m striking a rap as because of rape

Nowadays it is not just rare

Evils prevail in the city as roaming in the fair

No one indulge for girls to care

Heal the wounds of victims

Feel the heat of emotions

Zeal the body at large

Peak the head at high

It’s a shatter day

It’s a shatter day

The days I called Shatter days

The days I called Shatter days

I go though the way in the evening

I just find the act of eve-teasing

Goons out there just searching for hunting

I must have a gun to get them down by shooting

It’s a law of nature

Just to cure our future

For being nurture

It must be for sure

It’s a shatter day

It’s a shatter day

The days I called Shatter days

The days I called Shatter days

I filed a plea for sake of prosecution

Just got a letter of defamation

It is just same as of litigation

Who cares in the world my intuition

Seeking the divine justice

Just hope for incite

Looking for despite

Yield as usual got injustice

It’s a shatter day

It’s a shatter day

The days I called Shatter days

The days I called Shatter days

A murder was held in front of me

I couldn’t stop myself to approach lonely

Executed before the court as evidence solely

Afterward I realized I lost my world wholly

Just to raise voice somewhere

I found myself lost forever

It had not been ever

But I was no more

It’s a shatter day

It’s a shatter day

The days I called Shatter days

The days I called Shatter days

An Unborn Girl

Hi,

I am……..who I am, I don’t know. I think god know very well. You human beings called me as Girl Child. I don’t know why you called me girl. It may be because of you want to yell on this word ‘Girl’. Every time, you suppress my voice on every ground. Why you not take my emotions seriously. I have a heart identical to you. Even it works and strokes my emotion, feeling so many words you invented for describing and compiled large amount of page in dictionary. But no one understood the true meaning of word that is ‘Girl’.

I have heard from outside that there is no social empathy towards Girl child. I am in my mother’s womb right now. I want to come out and explore the nature created by God. Even I can stay in womb but just for 9 months. To be alive, I have to take birth. God has given me conscious mind. I am competent enough to adapt in the world irrespective of so much hurdles you have created. But it’s my promise to you, not promise it’s a challenge to you that I will compete with all the barriers comes in the path of my survival. Whether survival is of any type social, economical, religious and of course new environment gender based that you have emerged.

My mother wants to birth me but she is afraid of social evils. I promise to my mom whatever obstacles come on my way to existence; I bravely face them and make you proud. I never regret you as you will bear a Girl Child. Girl ‘Go In Real Legacy’. I have birth right, God gives me inheritance. I will seek my universal right. I don’t want to get sympathy of you mass deaf, dump and blind crowd. You human beings are around 8 billion in terms of population, although you are not processing a single bit towards combating with social evils.

I am brainstorming an Idea. God must send a visa certificate to the earth in my name. I would stay on earth approximate 60 years or earlier. But there is a problem, you evils will cheat with god by taking hold on certificate and will torn it. God I request you to send me  e-visa through satellite, we human beings have reached to galaxy. You are there, just connect with a single ray of frequency. God! I must needed it. Since I want to be alive, I want to be born, I want to grow, I want to see nature, I want to fly with my own wings.

You human beings……..being human………..

 

An Unborn girl

Desperate to born