Holocaust of Dreams...part 1

It was precisely 1st of July 2003. The heat was soaring high as I landed on the soil of Panipat to join the world of professionalism. Right out of the college with so many dreams blooming in the eyes and likely to be snuffing out by none other than me….

Reason behind the feeling of such a deep remorse lied in the unacceptable fact that my Education has come to end unexpectedly…my college days were over at my teenage only…I will be away from home, my family by a distance almost half the span of India. Mobile phones had not yet shed the crown of luxury and incoming calls were part of Tariff, enough to dread a middle class guy to think of it. Newly purchased clothes in a brand new Aristocrat suitcase (The first branded luggage carrier of mine) were piled up decently. The other bag had few packets of snacks which my mother had prepared for me a day before my scheduled departure……….
Oh departure…..the memorable day…27 June 2003


Train was scheduled to depart from Nagpur station at 2.00 PM and I was expected to meet my aunt who was staying near to station. I hurriedly tallied the items listed in a diary to the one lying slapdash on the bed before putting them inside the bag. After taking the blessings of mother I brought my luggage out and my brother had pulled our kinetic Luna on road. I hopped on to pillion as he cranked it. A bag on my shoulder, a suitcase gripped between my brother’s thighs while he turned the accelerator and blessings of my parents were all I was taking along with me. My father pedaled his cycle all the way to my aunt’s house and reached before us (How did he achieve that feat? I know the answer and only I). After some Hi-Bi ceremony and slipping a 500 Rupees note offered by aunt into my pocket we left for the station.....(To be continued)

Holocaust of Dreams

I never dreamt of becoming a writer ( Am I now?...Not really)… when I registered here, the questions that formed queue in front of me were…why I am doing this?...what exactly I will be writing?...would it be worth that someone somewhere will ever waste his time to give damn to my words…my thoughts????.

The answer I got was…..Kya fark padta hai!!!........who cares…...just go on…..

So friends…here I am with my first blog ever…sharing my life experiences in the form of short stories under the Blog…….."These Broken Dreams"

The first story is all about my joureny from Nagpur to New Delhi towards the..."Holocaust of Dreams"