Life! I don't ask you too much.

 My bucket list.

Say it my web of imagination or an effect of Randy's The Last Lecture (I enjoyed reading) , I don't mind. All I believe that everyone has his own set of goals in the life. Sometimes they are accomplished to a considerable extent, sometimes they are lost .I recall the recent quote of Dr APJ Abdul kalaam-'Dream, Dreams transform into thoughts And thoughts result in action.' Unarguably, no change has occurred before someone has already dreamed of that.
I too have my own bucket list . No, My dreams are not to be the president of my nation or to be wealthiest person in the world. I firmly believe that happiness don't lie in one's being anything -est . I am simple and so are my wishes. Believing is doing. Isn’t ? So, let me jot down my wishes bit differently.

I meet the lushy green mother nature, pristine blue sky and flower and fruit ladden trees.Blue and green birds. I don't see many people.

A few I see are pretty much different from me. They look small but antique (pale golden skin, brown hair and grey eyes) - yes, the people.

Gosh! they too are staring at me.

Perhaps They too got something eccentric in me too , I feel. They smiled and moved by now. I wonder - where do they live ? Their clothes don't seem to bear any known brand?
Not a place I see where there is a piece of polythene or scrap iron. I have never see a place

which is bereft of the ubiquity of plastics. What do they eat - only fruits?

I reach to a hill's top. This serene place has got mesmerizing beauty. No one is gorgeous than mother nature. Oh!! I see some people are coming

out of a cave like home. so, there do they live!

I got it now - I am wandering through Newzealand's beauty.

My wish : Unraveling the Newzealand's  'The hobbit' village.

The train stops at an unknown station. This looks like a small Indian city. I get up from my berth and writhe my body slightly.

I come down the train to heave some fresh natural air. The station has turned slightly crowded because of the train's arrival.

The halt is for 10 minutes and I don't want to pack myself back to my berth.

Moving aimlessly on the station, I pass by a book shop. Let's see if I get something to read for a while.

Oh! I have seen this girl- I ask myself. She is from my compartment - my memory says. She is fair, blithe, don't-give-much-damn

and not-yet-married girl I guessed her personality for no reason.

'Excuse me! Do you have the book ----? ' She asks the vendor.

'Yes Mam'

'You have? Please give me a copy. Am looking for it since a time! Heard a lot!' Her eyes glitter.

I can see the book while she is paying for. The cover says - 'by Sumit K Jaiswal'

My wish : Writing an interesting fiction - not just for heck of writing but for my own happiness. To feed on a passionate author within me!

I am lip stitched. I am not able to utter a word. I just gift her a card scribbled with my handwritten song compositions.

A small word of request on the lower right corner of the card. I understand the very essence of each flop of this moment I have longed for.

She reads my card and smiles. I am still a robot - brain and movement are not in coordination.

She thanks me for the gift .

I don't say : You are the one whom I listen everyday routinely from years.

I don't say : I am your biggest fan.

I don't say : Please give me an autograph or a pic together.

I don't say : You are not just a singer for me!

I just capture everything of this time for eternity.

My wish : Meeting Shreya Ghoshal - my favorite singer and goddess of Indian music.

Ohh! That beautiful fish is emulating me. I just happened to touch the another  one. I am surrounded by uncountable small and large fishes.

The ground is goddamn colorful . No one is prey, no one is predator.  No one is listening me here, because no one is whispering here. Awesome blend of silence and serenity.

I am in different world, much heavenly  than where I live usually.  What am I doing here among the fishes? Every life is blithe here .. but verve in each .. don’t try to estimate.

My wish : Scuba diving in some calm and clean ocean.

The sky is studded with stars. The breeze is getting cold now. There is no mark visible on the white blanket of sand I am lying on. I am humming and sometimes talking to myself.

The noon was torrid . No large storms but still hot enough to not let me come down from my carrier and to not let me unwrap my immaculately covered body.

I was loving to be fooled my mirage . I am fool.

I am wanderer but not yet lost. Somewhere is I wish that I were lost . Such has been my fascination for the pulchritude of sands . 

My wish :  Enjoying desert nights preferably Arabian nights . 

I better won't say that I started loving her after the first glimpse of her , nor would I try to vindicate my position why she is best match for me. Perhaps she is not. 

Dreams are the one of a very few things on which human quench does not work out . They are basically some series of unplanned thoughts . She is getting filmed in my nights - not one but many . 

I feel I am attracted for no reason . Shirk off . Concentrate on stuffs . 

Shit! Does not work. 

Whether she knows or not. Who cares ? What will be the future ? Who cares? Whether I know her well or not ? Who cares ? 

I like love her  unconditionally and my expression of the feeling does not require myraids of metaphors .

The swerve of time has made our residences merely an ice-cream distance apart, but she does not know much more than my name and business. As she has not x-rayed my bio-data well, my proposal to her , which has only one chance in a million to occur, is  inclined more  towards rejection than towards acceptance. But, as she is one in million to me , my heart is hyper optimistic that one day I will be noticed and the my love ( actually our love) will be more nourished by the the morsels of time we are feeding it .

My Wish : Marrying the girl whom I love. 

-'What were you doing there in the park at mid night?'

-'I don't remember '

-'But some watchmen say that you were there. You were talking to yourself . Then, words are there that you rode to the temple, to the sea beach and then to the stadium. You returned in the dawn only.'

-' I didn't go anywhere . I don't lie. '

-' Had I believed you if there were no adequate evidences. What about those pebbles from the park in your pocket, the sand from the beach on in youre jeans fold, and tilak from the temple on your forehead ?  You have any idea how much dangerous it could be roaming like this? '

-'I don't understand anything'

-'Alas! I pray everything is fine' 

My wish : Spending one night walking in random with no memory of the whereabouts and incidents.

I can't write this to describe how bad or worst it  went or it could go. My personal prayer will always be that it does not occur to anyone deadly . May god do not test me and may god bolster anyone who suffers . But, I know that incidents accidents happen even after all our prayers and precautions .

I would be damn happy  if I could be equipped to save a single life that has transcended the threshold to the den where death resides.

My wish : Saving atleast one life.

'Class 12th results are out. As expected, the chidren of the 'Ghar' have performed stellar . This is noteworthy that these children have bereaved there biological parents and are mainly girls kid ....... '

I am happy to see such lines in about my NGO I named 'Ghar'. These news may not be very much attention seeking or profitable to many people , but I know how eagerly I have toiled . I adopted a hundred children from different sections of the society ( it is not to mention that female kid number will outdo that of male kid if I search them honestly ) and provided them their basic amenities. Many of them don't remember the physiognomy of their parents . With no pity on them, I love them indiscriminately . I will provide them the best I can do to chase their dream. I wish I could be useful to make my society worthwhile to some extent. 

Is there any other name of happiness ? 

My wish : Adopting a hundred children in my NGO and make them stand for a better society. 

'Business is not just a mind game . Blessings of the employee too matter a lot . ' - I murmur while taking a glance of the newspaper . The strands of my lips want to say many thing but they just vibrare soundlessly.

Mine is own start-up . The plan of my start-up was in my hind-side since very long . I coerced my plan into action 3 years back. I don't have very much planned business model . Too much planning ruin everything I believe. To me - If the people who work with you work for the organization heartily , the flower of achievements will always be theirs . The thing that you have to mange is to just pick the right people or else make them right after picking them ; and try making them happy before you unfurl the entrepreneurship sail . Sidling aside all the failure, Success conjure up. 

My believes are now in black and white . Just read the valuation and turnovers of our efforts .

My wish : Starting my own company and work for it religiously .

~ Sumit J

My life , My learning !

Every life, every love, every action and feeling and thought has its reason and significance: its beginning, and the part it plays in the end. - Gregory David Roberts .

No, I am not an old fellow ,  nor am I tormented in my journey so far. So, I am not supposed to steal this business of sermonizing on life  from the experienced people with salt-n-pepper.
Everyone has own way of living and certainly mine is my own . I have been taught many a times by the incidents and I believe I could learn in a considerable extent. My idea here is to just share some of the bullet-points that could be worthwhile for others too. Again , I  am claiming them as 'My top ten learning ' etc etc... because I know I am a passionate learner , So many more stuffs will come up in the list gradually.

Learn to say NO 
Many times we land ourselves in dubious position where our decision is strangulated  between our emotions and our willingness. Do what you really want to do. You know that you can't perform something candidly if you are not honest to you. Just refrain the situation . Be a naysayer when it is required to.

Just Begin .
Not sure how often you are victim of the kinds of procrastination , but I plan a hell to begin. I want to begin with perfection . Nothing in the history could have been accomplished that started perfectly .
And nothing can finish unless it is started. So, Just think  a moment and begin your task . Ruminating too much on planning itself is like flogging a dead horse.

Don't judge someone.
Don't underestimate or overestimate someone based on one incident or on one skill. Everyone has some quality . Just learn the quality if you think it is worth your while. Someone can be very skilled in some stuffs while very inept in other. You have to transcolate the exact one  when demanded.

 Create a virtual world !
The truth is always harsh howsoever pleasant it tries to be . There is nothing wrong in dreaming and creating a virtual world around you . The world may include your favorite idols, friends and places that otherwise could not be included in your real world.  If this brings happiness and keeps you motivated, there is nothing wrong . Make your life easy with smiles on your strands of lips .

Don't just follow.
Listen to all , but act what you feel is apt for you. Don't just implement everyone's advices or suggestions based on who advised you . There may not be any trick or self interest disguised in the person's word. However, the absence of trick does not make the decision apt for you . You must respect people's advises because you may get some light in them to make a good decision for yourself.

 Don't try to please all .
Don't dedicate your own self to create a happy world around you in which you yourself are ransacked. Don't try to make others laughter at the cost of your own little smile. You can't do this if you yourself are sacrificing . Remember you have your own self and you are not rajma -rice.

Fall in love and emotions.
Love anyone or anything you can . It can be your passion , some animal, some girl or boy, some actor or some habit. There is nothing wrong in being emotional . Shedding tears of pain and happiness is the one important feature that makes you living. Don't try to kill the emotions within you else you will end up being flesh-bone robot only.

Avoid thinking too much about them.
What will people think or say if I will do this?  Exorcise this thought from your mind. Oyr concern about others thought, their appreciations and their mockery don't lead  us anywhere rather to self debilitation . There are two points . First, People whom you bother about too much have many good works to do rather than thinking and quoting about you. They come to  know  only when you achieve something . Second, If some people are really concerned about your business and have got ample time to do so , they will embark in your business even if you won't do anything . They have just a leather tongue to tell anything. You really have to ignore them . Don't take them seriously.

Don't pretend to enjoy .
Happiness is the best gift one can ever own . You should try to steal happiness from every flop of moment if you can . But. don't pretend to enjoy if yor are actually not. You just leave that place rather than to pretend . The happiness should be witnessed by your heart not by elongating strands of your lips.

Say what you mean.
You must have seen many people who use the words  such as great, superb, beautiful, magnificent , impressive blah blah just for the heck of it . It might be possible that these words work for them and help them to make their assignments easy . But, I believe that don't overuse something so that it looses its very meaning . Don't keep admiring everything so that it becomes a cliche in your personality . Do appreciate something what you really mean. Your body language will help you very much in your loyalty to your expression and the people will value your words.

 You can't fool yourself .
You can trick anyone in this world with a little effort, but it is impossible to fool yourself . This is very generic in meaning and can be used in many aspects . You better know what you say and what you mean. You better know that how much effort you made genuinely to achieve something . You better know how much you love or hate someone.

 Everything doesn't have explanations.
It is very good to have scientific attitude and construe the very reason of happening. However, don't generalize your this attitude . There are many things which are beyond the ken of your explanations. They just occur because of no reason . You can't predict them by some theorems or principles. The existence of this world itself is one example. You can't say why are there so many stars and how the universe works so systematically. Does a child ask an explanation or proof to his mother if he is her child? There are many in the same league.

 Make friends.
'No man is failure who has  friends' I excerpted this from the last message of the movie 'It's wonderful life' . Once must watch this movie once. This movie shows you the very importance of your own life as well. Must make friends. This makes your life easy even if they are not very much useful in your life. Actually , the principle of friendship should never be the mutual utility but the sharing of similar opinions. Don't let a myth fence develop around you. No one is born great. I remember this quote in the context - ' There are two kinds of great people - One who born great and other on whom greatness is imposed' .

Don't get fooled by randomness. 
You must have seen people bragging about their handwork, discipline and dedication to their success. The other myriads of people keep on shedding their tears for their bad-luck for their failure . Both the contrasting groups are nothing but hypocrites who keep on changing their position.
The outcome will happen what it has to and we are just a puppet to some driving force we never confronted. I am not advocating that don't do anything because you don't have control. If you seat aside , then too something will be the result probably but not certainly away from your favor.
But , One should not think that he was the mere factor in the outcome. He was just one factor.
So, don't get fooled by the randomness of the nature .
Can you throw a handful of sand twice with exactly same location of each of the grains? You were just a puppet . position is determined by some driving power. 

Don't gulp in everything .
A healthy brain resides in a healthy body. You don't have to eat everything you come across. Remember you need to eat as much as your body demands. Over eating won't make you hyper active . You just keep burning your energy furnace with ample quality fuels rather than chocking with quantity of the fuels.

Don't reveal your plan before.
You don't have to make your plan public before it is executed. My personal experience has been that the number of hurdles increases if you do so. However, it depends upon person to person and the kind of the assignment too.

Stop living CV life.
You might have seen that people join some club , some philanthropy, some social activities and some donations just because they want to improve their profile. They don't enjoy them actually.
Some people are more concerned about their photographs than about their fun in the journey. You must avoid living a CV life just to impress others life long. A good inspector knows the difference between the genuine you and the you in your CV. So , it's better - Get a life!.


Sumit J

Diary of a person-to-be-hanged.

'The devil must be hanged !' is getting ubiquity in the air everywhere.  I don't say that punishment shouldn't be given. I don't vindicate anyone here. All I want to ask that are we just in the cases of executions ? Are we just or are we revengeful ? or both?  Revengeful justice can't be the move of a sound society . Think once - Are we destroying crimes or the people infected with such crimes? I believe latter only and we can't control crime by killing criminals . At-least not in a society that is itself strangulated between the hypocrisy of justice and revenge .  My view in terms of a person to-be-hanged.

There will be no sun for me. In fact ,I have not seen in last six months of my life, but I have experienced its warmth merely.  

My feelings and repentance don’t matter much .Never they did. I don’t deserve anything better than I will get soon.

I never felt low hitherto and I won’t let me feel so now- obstinately . I wish I were adequately educated to sermonize on life et al.

This is the vantage from where they share their experiences of life and they unbridled the mysteries of life-death phenomenon – The educated they are.

I will preferably remain unmoved on their way of justice – What am I going to turn now on evaluating that? – as they are wiser than me.

I am trying to shirk off my memories, but  they are one of few things that are beyond the reach of my knife’s blade. I am remembering my home today – I could never understand why they are so much fascinated for the unbaked-mortar structures. May be they have something better there to attach with. I don’t want to intervene in the aptness of etymology of the place and hence I too call the place home. And, I am missing all other paraphernalia of my old days. Had I followed to my mother’s instructions at least once , not for my goodness but for happiness. 

I never bestowed the bourgeois concepts of study-and-be-biggie and I don’t regret. No one turns biggie by befriending alphabets. I am also enveloped by the hazy memories of the nameless girl I was attracted. The wise people would have certainly called that as ‘love’ , but my attraction was not strong enough to transcend the cramps of my usually empty stomachs.  After her , any woman came in my business was a task  of either blade or  bed. Sometimes both. I progressed much in my business .

I don’t  have much understanding to regret on my acts even now.  They have been the products of my association with the people I lived with – unsure if they are good or bad- and my way of interpretation of meeting-our-ends (lecture on grand topics like  life is the business of wise people). If I have to regret on something, I will regret for the entirety of the people I lived with.

I am not begging for the pity; I left begging in childhood only and made others beg to me by far, but am asphyxiated by the hypocrisy of the wise mob. They made rules ; they are wise. They give justice ; they are wise. They made society and want to clean; they are wise. All I could understand that they are hypocrites. Their demand to my gallows was inspired not by the justice but by the revenge. 

Why is a wise man is asking death to another man. Do they really think that my absence will make their world better? They are trying to erase perpetrator ( criminal as they say) and not the act (the call it crime). They are educated fool.

The people who were very happy on the Friday , when their court decided to erase me , were the same people who were always present with me.

I robbed, they took away.

I killed, they instructed.

I raped, they delighted.

They don’t object my business unless they don’t want to fool themselves. In fact, they are the subject of my business.

They are not different, they are just me. Exactly. They will erase me and then one of them will again turn like me .

I can’t say that I don’t want to be alive but ……….Oh, whom am I talking to?

Shit! Emotions are not my side of the bread. 

‘One should be hard to himself and soft to others’ – I read it written on a wall of the house I robbed.

Dawn is arriving and I need to kiss the gallows. 

~ Sumit J

Dil Aakhir tu Kyun rota hai?- Frustated Version

 Frustated I wrote this when everyone was enjoying  holiday and I was in office .

Jab jab Office mein Tension aaya ,
Jab bhi frustation se Sar chakaraya,
Jab Gaali hothon tak aaya
Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraya
Maine dil ko ye samjhaya ..
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai?
Duniya mein aisa hi hota hai

Yeh jo job ki Laachari hai,
Duniya mein sab ko maari hai ..
Thoda excel hai sab ka hissa,
Thoda Show-off hai sab ka kissa..
Aankh teri bekaar hi nam hai ..
Cafeteria ka alag mausam hai
Tu kyun apni hanky bhingota hai ..
Duniya mein aisa hi hota hai ..

Har Company ki ek hi bimaari hai,
Boss ki khusi sab pe bhaari hai
Thode tukado ki hai maaya,
Sabke dimaag mein usika saaya
Tu kyu apne 'new-ideas' rota hai
Har note pe jab 'Gandhi' hi hota hai ..
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai?
Duniya mein aisa hi hota hai

Office toh  Juhu chaupati hai,
Kabhi bekaar, kabhi raas aati hai
Kuchh log hote hain hard-working,
Pisste rahte hain morning-to-evening
Par Tu kyu itne tension leta hai?
Hardworker toh saala 'gadha' bhi hota hai ..
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai?
Duniya mein aisa hi hota hai

Creativity natural gift hai, lag-bhag sabme hota hai ..
Aur talent ka kya; Wo last bench pe sota hai..
Tu 'uski' baaton mein kyun confused hai?
Kyun itna usko bhaav deta hai....
'Rancho' chaahe jo koi bhi ho ..
Manager hamesha 'Chatur' hota hai
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai?
Duniya mein aisa hi hota hai

Apraisal ki bhi ajeeb abhilaasha hai ,
Happiness ki jaise ek bhaasa hai ..
Lekin month-end mein kangaali aani hi hai ..
Phir kyun itne Talwe dhota hai
GDP tak  toh okie hai..
Par HI ka bhi kuchh matlab hota hai ..
Maine dil ko yeh samjhaya...
Har HR portal mein ek 'Separation' tab hota hai
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai?


By ~ Sumit , 7th Sep, Technical jail  :(

The Swerve

As his car stopped again only after making a countable rotations, Sanjay's vacillation appeared to his word this time. Nodding to the old temple of some unknown goddess alongside the road, he murmured - 'O god ! Why did you make these poors in the world? What can they give to the world? They are just an obstacle to  the world's progress as they encumber the important people like me.'

Sanjay had come to Kolkata for two prime purposes. He had a business meeting with one of the renowned trader in Salt lake and he had to thank goddess Kali for his fulfilled business successes. He was to reach the famous Dakshineswar  temple for sure . It was difficult to sense even for him  that his meet to the goddess Kali was mandatory for the devotion he had or for making room to next offering once he could make for next success . Whatever be the reason , but he was quintessentially representing the people who turn religious once they hit the much coveted fame and prosperity.

Sanjay was a famous icon in the southern suburb of the city now. Not that he did not toiled to achieve and maintain the status quo, not that he did not go thorough the Crest -troughs contour of the sought after affluence he embraced , but there was something that kept him out of the ilk of zillions , who worked hard similar to or even more than Sanjay, but still collapsed to garner even a bit of what he had. Luck is indeed where preparation meets opportunity .

The driver got the chance to ride the car once again - of course at snail pace and for short while. It was five in the evening already and Sanjay was tensed that he won't be able to catch up his plans. So was his driver somewhere , perhaps, for not being able help his master in this regard. 
Looking towards the window pan and trying to be relieved , Sanjay heaved a ostensible sigh of relief .
What was the date when he moved Kolkata ?  He could not remember the date. Nothing was eccentric in that . He too would be convinced with the same some years back . The brains with inadequately filled stomach can  think only to meet the next end or the next day and strictly not to the numbers that come and go in the lives of poors. Such days and numbers are the jewels of rich, who always seek an excuse to be happy . But, perhaps , he too was not agreed now. While his car was moving ahead, Sanjay got enough time to ruminate back in his past.

The year was 2008 . The river Kosi was proving its sobriquet ' Sorrow of Bihar' apt. Kishanganj region of Supaul was heavily affected by the flood . People were forced to vacate the place with their little basic paraphernalia. Sanjay, an unemployed literate or better to say a disguised employed  farmer, was bound to leave the place with his small family. Already anxious of his struggling life, Sanjay looked to the the flood water nearby and murmured in the sky with tears - ' O God! Why did you give birth to poor people like me ? Of what use are we in this world? Why do you test always to poors? '

With not much money and wealth, he preferred to stay with his one acquaintance in slum region of north Kolkata. This disaster too would have been taken casually , if political parties were not trying to consider this flood a perk for their success in forth coming election. The paper works were magically fast this time and the promises to the villagers were fulfilled soon.

 Sanjay unwillingly emulated his friend and invested part of precious amount he had as  flood relief compensation  in construction business, while part in lobbying political influences to keep the former running.  His luck made a toss- this time a good one- and he earned the rainbow soon.  Most often, money brings intelligence as well. Sanjay started his own business with the winning amount with some partners in Kolkata. Heydays didn't took too long to arrive.

The traffic was not much by now. The driver picked up the gear once again to make a swerve and reach the rendezvous temple . But, Somewhere Sanjay was realizing 'the swerve' that affluence imprints on one's thought.

PS : This story is just a product of my imagination and I am learning to imagine strong plots.  :)

And I will not die again.

I am tired of my life. I don't have right to disturb everybody whether or not they say a word for this. But.....
but , what to do ? I can't take care of myself . It's better to end this life.
My half of the body is paralyzed. I am lying on the bed since six months. In the beginning , I thought that this was for a short duration and soon I would recuperate . But , it persisted on . I don't feel anything in my lower half of body . To put in words , I am half dead.  Yes! a half dead.
I always ask my mother - 'Why did this happen to me?' and answer is a silence most of the time and some consolations for the remaining times.
My grief increases many fold when the relatives visit to see me . I should not doubt their intentions but I feel bad for each meet . They talk of god, fate and bad luck. They talk of karma. I listen them silently, nod for them mechanically and giggle with them wryly .  Do they think that I can't get up again? Do they attribute my suffering to me? I don't know . Definitely not much . But, Unbeknown to how others react - do they hide their tears or do they content for successfully fulfilling their formality - I sense a pair of eyes whose corners turn watery whenever I become successful to control my water - my mother's eyes.

I visit doctors every alternate day or every week . I don't visit the same face for many times. I am treated less like a patient and more like an experimental bot . I am no longer fascinated to this profession now. Sometimes I am asked many weird questions. I fail to understand their relation in the course of treatment .
'What is the color of sky? ' 'What is the result when 42 and 37 are summed up? ' blah blah .
The doctors give justification that I might have fallen a few times, considering my incapability to balance myself and hence were those question to confirm my mental condition. Alas ! I am given clean cheat every time.  Sometime I feel too bad. If I were not patient or they were not my doctors , I would have definitely asked them something like 'square root of 3' to prove those questioners inadequately sane. But...
but... I am helpless.

I have not seen my school after first terminal examinations. My friends visit me sometimes. Their words of optimism don't match their facial expression . I don't let them see the darkness in my eyes.
Sometimes I try to read some books laying on the bed. My parents herald my this effort as a step in my recovery. I too don't give up. Now, I don't solve mathematics problems, but read them . I don't know when will I solve them.
Sometimes I falter. I cry  and cry a lot . I ensure that I am not being watched. Soon, I envelop the ostensible veneer of optimism, bravery and confidence. I don't want to hurt my parents.

***
Today is Christmas . I am giving up all my hopes. I already have lost faith in god and now same is true for doctors too. There is no sliver of recovery.  I don't cry now. My tears nerve have dried, perhaps. People don't visit to see me now. Friend are busy with their are exams.
I don't want my mother to take me to toilet every-time.I am 15 and I feel bad  and embarrassed. 
Today I have got the complete leaf of Tencodep tablets (sleeping pills). My grandma takes these pills. She forgot the pills near my bed.
I am willing to die now. You don't have right to be burden on others' lives. I will gulp all the 10 pills together on 2nd Jan - I decide.  I don't want to spoil family's very first day of new year.

***
Crumbs! I can't die too. One new doctor is experimenting on me. And, though he is not famous doctor, my parents have too much hope on him. I too will cooperate him till 2nd Jan. I don't want to be called as 'coward ' . I am just helpless. When all blessings, wishes, offerings and treatments failed to make me stand, I am giving one experimental opportunity to this mediocre doctor too.I have zilch in hope.
I am holding my tears and girding up  for new avalanche of injections and pills.  Anyways, I have been injected a hundred of injections and five hundred pills hitherto - I calculate. Not a matter of bravery , but a matter of helplessness. I will not allow anyone to play with my body after 2nd Jan.

***
'I don't know this experiment' I reply. I try but in vain to hold my tears. It is something like flood of tears breaching all boundaries. I didn't cry eve before in front of my friends.  My chemistry teacher holds me. He loves me . I appeared this laboratory after eight months. I missed several papers in final exams as well.
' Here is the real genius' told my maths teacher in the class in my appreciation ' You can't score 57 genuine marks in mathematics without actually solving a single problem unless you are a real genius' .
On my class teacher's suggestion and principle's consent , I am promoted to next class.

Things have changed now. The world is as beautiful to me now as it was eight months back - perhaps even more beautiful. I love myself more than I did so ever before. I can walk now, I can run now and I can play now.  Amid all this, I learned two important chapters that no school will teach me. First, there is a god . Because He has many people to visit, He may be bit late , but He does listen for sure. He tests his beloved ones occasionally.
And.... Second...
Life is beautiful. Not all do recognize the preciousness of this bounty .

And.... I decide... I will not die again... ever .... and ..... forever.

Sumit J

Sarkaar Bana Kar Chale Gye

 Sarkaar Banane Aye The , Sarkaar Bana Kar Chale Gye
RTI and Lokpal ka    Achaar Bana Kar Chale Gye.

5 Years  Wali Honemoon, Kayi Baar Mana Kar Chale Gye
Pahchaan Toh Gum Ho Gyi, Bas 'Aadhar' Bana Kar Chale Gye

Kitchen Se Ration Gaayab Kiye, Tyohaar Bana Kar Chale Gye
Corrupt Khud Bane Rahe, Humein  Imaandaar Bana Kar Chale Gye

'Women Empowerment' Rataate Rahein,  Balaatkaar Badha Kar Chale Gye
Social equality paper par, aur Jaatiwaad Badha Ke Chale Gye

Aanshu Bahaana Sab Jhooth Tha, Woh Party Shaandaar Mana Kar Chale Gye.
Quick Action Gya Tel Bechane, Woh Ravivaar Manna Kar Chale Gye

Employment ka Pata Nahi, Degree ka Ambaar Bana Kar Chale Gaye.
'Shankhwaad' karne Aaye The ,  Guitaar Baja Kar Chale Gye

'Prime' Apne Rahe, 'Minister' Sardaar Bana Chale Gaye.
Kiya Dhara Kuchh Nahi, Sapne Hazaar Bana Kar Chale Gye


Sarkaar Banane Aye The , Sarkaar Bana Kar Chale Gye

~Sumit

Ward number 13

I saw her first time , first time in my entire life. The manliness inside me persisted on threatening me that I should not be weak, I could not be weak . But, I shirked for the reason I was not knowing.
 She was almost poised to her journey to the destination from where no one ever returned. Until today, I didn't give much damn on her whereabouts . But, today I wanted to stop her , I did not want to let her go in first instance and if it was mandatory, I wanted to join her .

I cried. I regretted - perhaps it was first and last chance of doing so . She was dying.

I knew - she hated me, I hated me. We both hated me. And, I started liking her.

 I wanted to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep.
For no reason.  Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage . I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was eternally fascinating. So I moved back to my chair  and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

This beautiful unknown lady lying unconsciously on the emergency ward no.13 of the city hospital was none, but my wife - my unfortunate wife - Anu.

I remembered the night . I was obsessively drunk in the party . The reason I still don't remember , but I had beaten Anu ruthlessly and the incident didn't differ any other days of our conjugal life ( to say) . But, this time she faltered. There was blood on mat, on my shirt and on her body. The provenance were her head & her nose.  I did not feel anything. The boozer inside me did not feel anything. The new blood  continued shrouding  over the darken clots.

This was not the first instance when she was hospitalized. She had  faced this agony or maybe different when she was to deliver  her  dead baby. I was indulged matter-of-factually.
  She withstood then. She should  withstand now too.  One thing always confused me, how could she be such a brave to face the aftermaths and an infinitely tolerant when I beat her routinely .

 Ours was a love marriage . The love ebbed down and the marriage was strangulating . Not that I was not knowing that I had undesirably changed , not that I had eclipsed all the old memories of our unions, but I had followed the path that could never converge to any such 'weak' relations of marriage.
'Strong always rules over the weak to survive' I had reminded this Darwin's Survival of the Fittest Theory zillions of time before too.
In order to color my dreams , I needed hefty amounts and a common man from a middle class can't afford even to dream for that with all nonsense ethics and bourgeois principles of honesty. Money was second oxygen to me then. I wondered that once I will get rainbow by howsoever means - fair or foul , everything will be alright.
I would erase every sliver of my this part of life by the money I would garner. But, perhaps I had forgotten that sometimes money is a mirage following which you reach to such a world of crime , where there is no exit board.
I kept marching to the path of money with all possible detours beginning from black-marketing to smuggling to robbery to contract killing. I was untamed . I was invincible. I had money, something that could bring me everything - Gold, Glory,God!
I was Mr Sex . Everyone wanted to have me but in private. Such is the glory of  short-cut money after-all !
I wanted more and more to earn for never-coming future of ours- I and Anu. In my gory journey of  robbery and murder, I could never realize that I was ostracized miles away from the beautiful future and Anu.
'Time to be good' - and  'this is the last' always pulled me end to end.
However, The orgasm seemed  never 'lasting' to me.
I was in  the society now.
In  fact, I was the society now.

Waving hands with 'V' and elegantly smiling lips became my new adaptation . Yes, I was an MLA now .
'This is Mr X and Mr X,  this is everyone!' - such etiquette of new introductions  became  pudding in my everyday dinner .
Amid all these, I never bothered to know how Anu was. And, perhaps she too didn't think for me.
One thing was sure. If I knew her well, She would loath me more than anything else in the world, in case she would know my all sordid tasks. And, She knew !

The one common mistake everyone does - the mistake of judging the time. I too did.
I was caught in a scam and eventually in many scams . The old files were opened. The same newspaper wrote about me, but this time to ruin me.
In all my magical days, Anu was living in my mansion only - a home for me and a concrete den for her perhaps. She did not utter a word . I did not hear or perhaps I made her silent whenever she tried , during my initial days of gory journey - I don't remember though.  To prove that I was building a better world all for her only, I raped Anu all those years .
This frequency of Anu's identification as an object and her rape increased seamlessly once I was caught. It continued. I was lost. I was nothing . I needed her as an object to express my frustration .
I was weak.  And, Where else could I get someone weaker than me?
She cried. No one listened.

****
Why was this happening today in this hospital? Why to me? Did I still love her? Maybe .
 Perhaps I had nothing in this world to do now.  What an irony this was?  Despite that  I loved her most in my life,  I could feel the warmth for her in last.

I had butchered so many people in my life , I had played blood bath many a times before, but today I was feeling dizzy on seeing her blood.
I was not in the position to pray. And, Why would the god listen to me?
 But, I did again and again - to the almighty - not to take Anu away from me. I would have never done this for me.

I dreamed . I was hers. She was mine. My body was her chariot, and she drove it into the sun. Her body was my river, and I became the sea. And the wailing moan that drove our lips together, at the end, was the world of hope and sorrow .

Not all prayers are accepted.

‘I love you, Anu, I whisphered  I’ve loved you for as long as there’s been love in the world. I love
your voice. I love your face. I love your hands. I love everything you do, and I love the way you do everything.  I just love you. I just love you with all my heart."

She was going. I could not read her face. I wish I could even if it had hatred for me.

I did not say: Please don't go. You are my life.
I did not say: Though I did wrong, I tried doing everything just for you
I did not say: Remember the day when I saw you first time.
I did not say: I am sorry Anu.

I crumbled.

********

 Disclaimer : My this love story is based purely on my imagination . So, the story may falter somewhere. Tried putting the words bit differently this time for a change. Hope you liked it.

I will die for this love.

The girl embraced death as she could not stand up against her life. The boy-in-love is shattered . 

It was my first sight ,
When I gave up to fight.
You broke up the light,
and then came closer to fix it right.
I understood you time for first.
Beyond the beauty and the lust.
I will die for this love.
I will die for this love.


To make sure none followed where we led.
I erased the traces of our track.
Worried was I, and unaware were you.
Anxious was I , You didn't leave a cue.
Hurricane within me, but you a dove,
I will die for this love.
I will die for this love.

Those were my hey days
Cared little I outta all the maze.
But when I was vague in notion ,
All I found you with potion.
I might be labyrinth, but You were nub.
 I will die for this love.
I will die for this love.



Cuddled you and I muffled thou in shoulder.
Blood start up to flow sooner but colder
I froze , I felt sick and aeon older
Holding tears didn't make me stronger.
I scoured life to where I could grub.
 I will die for this love.
I will die for this love.

Your blinking eyes make me blink
Was this a connecting link?
Color of your gown was pink
And water was flowing in sink.
 I embraced you and a tight clutch
Lips whispered , no word as such.
Valediction neared, you shined Cherub.
 I will die for this love.
I will die for this love.

I slipped for you on first sight.
Why did you loosen my kite.
Had you too held me tight.
'I' were ' We' in every flight.
Now I am sordid, I snub.
 Forever and ever ...................
 I will die for this love.
I will die for this love.

~ Sumit.

The last page

More he was thinking , more he was hating himself. Couched in the corner of his own house, Anuj was crying and was impatient to return the notebook to where-it-should-definitely-be.
Each event since morning were vivid and picturesquely  engulfing his thought in random. He wished time and again that he had a way to go back in the time and undo the things - undo the way he had stolen his best friend's class note just before the examination , undo the jealous that soured him to do so, and undo many many other things !.
Amit had  many goodness and a very few things to list that someone , even slightest acquaintance of his would not like. But, all the adjectives pertinent to him were minuscule when someone  just had a thought that  in what circumstances these qualities were born in him . Anuj and Amit were napkin friends . The one reason for this bond was, perhaps, their being neighbors and the fact that children don't move far to search a friend, but this was not the only limiting reason . Their thought developed together and alike and so did they.
In their  fraternity, Anuj was extempore while Amit was introvert. Anuj was obstinate and Amit was adapting . Anuj was ambitious and Amit was practical . Anuj had enjoyed him juvenile days of his life, but perhaps life had enjoyed with Amit a child. Despite all these, one thing was common in the two friends - they belied the phrase ' Everything appears on the face' . 
Not that Anuj was not good in studies and extra-curricula , but it was perhaps nature's gift to Amit that was making him unparalleled both in and out the classroom . But, none of the friend deigned for the unquestioned skills of Amit. Good days were flying until then .

***
This was pre-final examination of higher secondary. Everyone in the class was working very hard to secure good marks because this was the penultimate chance for each of them to prove and to build their future . With no change in the continuum, Amit was acing the exams, He had already gird up his loin for the final exam - a step towards his dream to be a doctor and help the people to live a beautiful life.

The persistent dreams in one's life don't come without reasons .  Amit had lost his mother at the age of four due to inadequate medical treatments in village . Mother bereaved in diarrhea and the father preferred to  leave his company with an accident occurred in the mill he was working. All he got in bequest were an elder brother and a hut, he affectionately called 'home'.
Life is a good teacher they say and what does a good teacher wants other than a precocious student . So was Amit!.  Waking at the morning when eyes fail to recognize even the hands in ethereal dawn, distributing the newspapers in 10 miles of the region, taking tuition to some tots in neighbors, and working as an assistant   in only medical shop of the region  after he backed from school slowly assimilated in his routine of life as ' extra-curriculum activities ' . He always tried to disguise his hardship by the smiles on strands of his lips  and was often successful too.

Sex and revenge have two things in common - the idea of both conjure inadvertently and they both prefer to challenge the tolerance of the host. Anuj could not control the latter . Gradually his jealousy for Amit was transcending the affection for his best friend. He started feeling insulted for he was not getting people's appreciation and attentions and assumed that it was so because Amit was outperforming him.

Final exams arrived.  The teachers. his brothers and all his friends had expectations from Amit that he would brighten theirs and the district's name . Anuj too had prepared well , but he could not control himself. He managed to steal the only notebook Amit had for all the important subjects. He didn't give a second thought while doing so. All that he wished for was that  Amit wont't get  good marks without the notes. After all, it was very difficult to revise the subjects overnight when gaps in the exams' days  were not sufficient.

The two papers were over and Anuj was sure that Amit won't have performed as expected. But still, he wanted to ensure that. He stepped to Amit's home , which was not too far from his own, after second paper He was stunned for what he saw . He was lying on a bed and his head and left hand had got plasters.Soon, Anuj was informed that Amit worked too hard for the paper and escaped his meals and sleeps too. This cruelty on his body had taken the toll and he  felt dizziness while coming to home . After that he found himself struck to a vehicle . Anuj left the place but something quenched inside him he could not resist .  Before he departed  Anuj tried to read Amit's face - but he could not see anything beyond the bandages and his false smiles- not even a sliver of low confidence or pessimism  through his blood red tired eyes.

****
Amit tried to undo the wrinkles of his bed once he stood up for drinking water . His hand struck to something in the right corner of his bed.
Amit was turning his notebook and was crying . He was not aware how did he got his notebook there and perhaps he was not willing to. He was not having time for tomorrow's exam. He turned the page and a heavy drop of tear fell down on the last page. This was exactly the same page where his friend Anuj's tear had fallen and dried few hours back.

Kejriwal's Resignation Speech In 'Raanjhana' Style

Arvind Kejriwal resigned today as CM of Delhi. He was damn frustrated for not getting adequate support for the much talked 'Lokpal' .
Let's see how could have he delivered his resignation speech if he would have tried that in 'Raanjhana' Style. :P


Bas Itni Hi  Kahani Thi Meri....

Ek Team Tha Jo Sab kuchh Badalana Chahta Tha

Aur Kuchh Log The, Jo Ab Bhi Iss
Ummid me the Ki Saayad 'Kachra' Saaf ho Jayega

Ek Aadmi Tha Jo Bhookhe Sota Tha
Ek Media thi, Jo Bikti Rahti Thi.
Ek-do Kagazi Sher the, Jo Palati Marte Rahte The

Meri IIT Ki degree thi,
Mera Achhi Jindagi Thi,
Aur Fan Group Tha , Jisne Apna Sab Kuch Haar Diya Tha Mujhpe.

Ek Hamara Career Tha,
Jo Hame Chhod Chuka Tha.

Aur Ek Hamara Seena Tha,
Jisme Abhi Bhi Aag Bachi Thi .

Ek Apna Desh Tha, Jahan Sab 'Barbaad' ho Rahe The
Honesty aur Transparency, Jahan Sab Riste Tod Rahe The.

Log The..Unke Paas Bangla Tha, Motor Tha, Paisa tha
Par....... ArMaa Nahi tha..

Mere Seene Ki Aag Yaa Toh Mujhe Jinda Kar Sakti Thi
Ya Fir Mujhe Mar Sakti Thi

Par Saala Ab Gutter mein Jaye Kaun,
Kaun Fir Se Mehnat Kare,
'Jhaadu' Lagane Ko,
'Corruption' Mitane Ko

Ek Robot PM Tha, Jiska Control Ek Aurat Ke Pass Tha
Ek Aur Robot Tha, Jiske Memory card me Sirf 'women empowerment' Tha

Ek 'Sheela' Thi, Jo Ab 'Jawan' Nahi Thi.
Par 'Dilli' Se Uski Ankahi 'Dillagi' Thi

Election Tha.... Party Thi.....Politics Thi....
Delhi Ki 'Kurshi' Bhi Thi.... Par Ajadi Nahi Thi

Mere Pass Josh Tha, Jo Thandha Pad Raha Tha
Saayad 'Jhaadu' Lagane Ka, Utna Anubhav Nahi Tha.
Gutter Ki Safai Ke Liye Maine,  'Kachro' Se hi Dosti Kar Li Thi

Ab Dilli Ki Sardi Bardast Nahi Hoti...
Agar Log Vote Dein , To Mahadev Ki Kasam Wapas Aa Jayenge...

Par Nahi.....Saala Abhi Mood Nahi Hai.
Resign Karne Me Hi Sukh Hai.
Kurshi Chhodne Me Hi Bhalai Hai.

Par Aayenge Kissi Roz, Issi gutter Mein 'jhadu' Uthane Ko,
Isi politics Mein Daud Lagane Ko,
'Janlokpaal' Ke Ishq me Fir Se Paagal Ho Jaane Ko..


Courtesy :  just changed the original dialogue .

Shantaram - 'The truth is a bully we all pretend to like.'

 Book Review                                                                                                           Rating 5/5

While I was in the middle of the book , I got a sudden thought that how could I afford to miss this book hitherto. Such a good book this is!
Shantaram is a fabulously authored by Gregory David Roberts and this took 13 long years to write this book - of course, the author was in jail and faced many obstacles including the scripts gotten torn twice there.
But what a author is , who gives up his writing due to encumbrance coming along.
The  narrator is nicked as 'Lin' in this book , who lost his daughter, got the incessant habit of drugs ,bereaved his family, got jailed, and then managed to escape the imprisonment of long 20 years. With no option in hand and with bad name and habit for drugs , he reached Bombay (India) . Lin was not that bad as he was thinking of himself  .The time filled all his old wounds but gave a few new ones in Bombay.
He got a good fraternity of Didley,Modena, Ulla, Kavita and Lettie there in Bombay while involved in drugs deal.  Love had victimized him and the girl was a German blonde - Karla. But, his fate sent him to a slum where he spent enormous period of time - initially because he didn't have money and later on because he didn't want to leave. He met there a contingent people - Prabhakar,Johnny,Qasim et al,  and cherished the 'real' life in slum . While his fate was tossing there in slum along ups and downs , he could not sneak when did he start working for Bombay Mafia don Khader khan.

It's always bad for bad person to be a very good one and reverse it also true. His bad history, his loyality towards Khader, his obsession for Karla and his affection for slum people fueled Lin's life moving in a direction - he himself was not aware of.  The irony was that he could not give up any of them . He loved the girl - Karla, who had her own story and didn't had feelings of any sort . So, for Lin  love was just an epitome of 'act of giving' . He served Khader both in Bombay and in Afghanistan blindly to keep his word , but sometimes  'loyalty' is good for animals only and strive to emulate them give you a beast life only.
 Along with the death of Khader - the don, a new mafia mushroomed in Bombay and Lin was still concerned to keep the unfulfilled promises of Khader. Karla was numb and she left with a goodbye and Lin got to revisit the true love he had got in the slum where his best  late friend Prabhakar's mother Rukhamani Bai affectionately re-pronounced him- ' Shantaram!'

Of course - Such is life !

The story is flimsy but the wouldn't allow you to loose the grip . It's good blend of love, life and loyalty .
I liked several quotes in this book specially those of Karla.

My Valentine

I have written this on the occasion of valentine day.


They said it was our day calender-wise.
'Love does not fail today' - a popular surmise.

I too will get my love this Valentine.
Will take her movie every Sunday Six to nine.

She arrived the class's front habitwise.
I unlikely sat next to her row seatwise.

The class was hopelessly boring sensewise.
Or perhaps she was extremely intelligent & wise.

I noticed her every action chance-wise.
Sometimes letter's and sometimes the girl's size.

'Romeo meets Juliet' only was in my mind picture-wise.
She kept changing the notes, however, lecture-wise.

The class over, I rushed towards her purposewise.
Confused I, proposed hurriedly 'Wannabe my bride?'.

For the mistake , I imagined imprints on my face slipper wise.
But, she smiled and told ' you are a novice'.

Make your career and stand first feet-wise.
Don't stand like a Romeo street-wise.

' I will be yours' if you make it true meaning wise .
 Now I truly fell in her love  feeling-wise.

I, now, study a lot for a career  living wise.
Ten years later, my 'propose' to her will revise.

Regards ~ Sumit

Budding Entrepreneur? What's wrong hitherto?

The world is changing and so is the way to shake hand with entrepreneurship.  Every now and then ,the new start-ups mushroom in avalanche and they pass bye, some even remaining  unheard.
So, What are the nuts- and- bolts in the start-ups which, if not tightened properly or if overlooked for a bit longer, bring down the entire start-up?
Before I go further, I must say that ideas are not invited , they come themselves. So, If you are looking for an entrepreneurship just for the heck of it , or just because someone you know has proved his mettle in this,  and thus the game will be indifferent to you too - then you are at blunder at very first step.
The journey of entrepreneurship begins with blood bath and the tree of your start up is laden with fruits only after significant time and enormous toils.
Further, It's always easy to make a business plans (students in schools and colleges frequently make them), but those plans are very much different from the plan life makes. 

Let me try to put in black & white the common mistakes that a first time entrepreneur does quiet often and the suggested plot on each.

1. Obsession for 'new ideas'

Often the budding entrepreneurs wait for some 'new ideas' to arrive. They think that the existing tasks are monotonous ones and one need to be 'different' to be successful.

But actually, It's not that you have to dream of something that nobody has ever done. All the best ideas have been done by others. You need to the two things :
One , we need to do  better than the guy who got that idea. And, Second, you need to scale those ideas up.

2. Lacking Passion and Courage

Most of the new start-ups are tried by the people who simply 'emulate' someone they know as successful entrepreneur. The inspiration is okay but simple 'copy-cut ' ruins them to failure only. They lack passion for the thing they do.
Though it's difficult to recognize the thing aptly . But,  If you are not passionate about what you are doing, then you are in wrong place.
Also, Passion cannot come without some knowledge around it . But there is no one size that fits all. You can always hire people with expertise.
Follow your heart. (The brain can do many things, but only the heart can answer the meaningful question of life!)

Second is Courage. You have to make choices. and you have to be comfortable with the choice even if it goes wrong. Don't think unnecessarily . When you succeed , all your past and failures get wiped away.

3. Money matters
New start-ups always need sufficient money to stand on . Most budding entrepreneurs wrongly understand this money factor. They think that they need huge amount to survive in the race.

In fact , What you need at the start-up stage is some seed funding.You just want enough money to prove your idea. For finance a start-ups , more than VCs, an entrepreneur needs an angel.  That can come from friends, family.  VCs should ideally come in once you know what you want.

4. Lack of relationships.
Many new entrepreneurs have a precocious thought that it is the intellect or ability ALONE that can make them successful .
But, the battles on the ground can be fought and won in ground only . RELATIONSHIPS matters a lot Intellect and ability are important in life. But relationships are even more important.
Don't lose the grip of contacts you have already and look for more contacts from wheresoever . It may appears that you don't need many people in short span of time, but you need them at the times all of sudden.

5. Complex and Comfort zones
Many people hesitate to work with someone who is better than them. The one of the reason may be the inferiority complex, while the other can be ego-clash .
Come out of this 'Cocoon ' world and self defined boundaries. You can define boundary walls for your start-up only , but in open competition you are no one. So why hesitations?
It's all about people - hire the best folks in the business. Don't hesitate to hire people better than yourself in the specific area.
Colleagues who challenge and make you feel uncomfortable are your best friends  and the ' yes men' are your worst enemies!

6. Partnership Problem

In start-ups the partnership with equals is more harmful than useful . You are not marrying but running a business.
Never have equal partners. You start off as equals , but then one does more, one does less , one is the public face, the other is not , and then slowly the whole thing disintegrates.
Also, there shouldn't be too many partners. Two or four partners is okay, but ideally not more than four.

7. Timing
Sometimes everything remain fine , but the start-up collapse. You have some idea, angels to invest, good contacts everything, but all the ideas are not fit for all the times. One need to understand this.

Let's say you have such an idea or insight. But it does not work right now, perhaps it is ahead of its time. Keep it, at the back of your mind.
As the environment changes, as the technology changes, you might be able to 'join the dots'  to connect different pieces of the puzzle and bring your concept to life.

8. Fear of Stealing the Ideas
Ideas are never stolen . Don't worry for this and disseminate it to many people before you execute. Anyways, If someone will try to copy your idea , he will simply commit suicide as he would not have same amount of information and passion as you have.
All I insist that,whenever you have a good idea, write a note , circulate it , show it to people, get their thoughts and reactions.


9. Thinking too much
Budding entrepreneurs think too much and act considerably little. Though thoughts are required as there are many things at the stack while you go for the start-up. But , just thinking will ruin you with so many doubts.
As I already told in the beginning that your business plan is not necessary same to the plan the life makes. So, you can't do many things just by thoughts.

 Don't just think about it , don't just wish for it , jump into it and do it, if you are really serious.
 Once you get into it, go all out, never look at quitting as an option.
 Remember that if the start-up fails, it is your idea that failed, not you.


10.  Lack of Fun

People think that more they will work , more successful will be their start-up.
Start-ups require sweating to some extent but, fun with the work is quiet important . One can't proceed with same pace all the time without turning 'monotonous' .

If you don't laugh enough, your business model is probably wrong. If you think you will enjoy after being successful, I am putting this to you ( I read somewhere)

Don't defer your joy at a beach today , for some imagined future weekend in Acapulco - by the time that happens your diabetes may not let you enjoy the pina colas.

11. Fear of Failure

Many and in particular young entrepreneurs are to much afraid of failure . Sometimes they add their work with their ' reputations' and are worried. Sometimes they think of repayment in case they fail.

But, Start-ups cannot be successful in the background of failures.

There is no such thing as a failed entrepreneur. You are failed entrepreneur only when you quit. Until then you are simply not successful YET.

  

Note : I published this article on Quora too. 

  Courtesy : Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish & Connect the Dots by Rashmi Bansal.

Hakuna Matata

 The boy was in love . The girl dropped him. He thinks he doesn't care anymore. But, 'hope' is the disease he in infected to.  

 I could be the part of a herd.
But I am not that nerd.
I enamoured each move of thou.
I was smitten badly for you, I vow.

Now,I think I know enough of hate.
Complacency is fussy, my fraudulent fate.

Need neither an explanation , nor a turd.
It's suffice to die from a broken heart.
I could be the part of a herd.
But I am not that nerd.

Love never ebbs - you were malafide.
Nothing is bequested, once the relation died.

Ensure your safe diaspora, I know Thee can.
Though I don't give a much damn.

I'll keep awaiting you back in 'our' roost.
' Hakuna Matata' dudine,  I constantly brood. 

 
Disclaimer : Hakuna matata is a Swahili phrase which means ' don't worry, be happy' I heard recently.  so, tried employing it.