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चम्पक से वॉट्सएप्प तक

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गर्मी की छुट्टी थी,
आम के बगीचे थे,
पेड़ो पर झूले थे,
सूखे पत्तो का ढेर था।

आस-पड़ोस में बच्चे थे,
दादी-नानी की कहानियाँ थी,
नंदन-चम्पक के चीकू-मीकू थे,
लुका-छिपी और साइकिल का शौक था।

गर्मी की छुट्टी है,
कंक्रीट के जंगल है,
हाथ में स्मार्टफ़ोन है,
वॉट्सएप्प और फेसबुक अकाउंट है।

फेसबुक पर ५०० फ्रेंड्स है,
दिल टूटने वाले फेसबुक पोस्ट है,
चम्पक-नंदन वाले चीकू-मीकू खो गए,
लाइक्स और शेयर का शौक है।




Lalu Ji shops!

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Flipkart buys out Myntra for $300 m
A big headline appeared in the newspaper. Lalu Ji found the news amusing. Sitting on the charpoy with the newspaper in his hand, he exclaims in dialect of his own.
"Arey RamKhelawan, ee..flipkartwa ka dukaan kahan hai?"
The question was stunning. RamBhulawan stopped milking the cow. Upandar stopped massaging Lalu ji's feet. Bhupendar stopped massaging Lalu ji's head. Ramu, who was preparing tea for everyone, went blank and tea started overflowing. Everything stopped where it was.
"Sab muh ka taak rahe ho..tum sabko kuch pata bhi hai!! Jaldi pata kar ke batao!!", growled angry Lalu Ji.


Suddenly, the house was in commotion which was unseen before. Everyone was on phone. All associates of Lalu ji sat together in cowshed surrounded by Lalu ji's favorites buffaloes and cows. One of the associate's father's maternal uncle's sister's sister-in-law's son was IT professional in Infosys. He was…

Will Ketki meet Neha?

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This blog has not have many visitors in recent days. The reason could be lack of interesting articles in general; and lack of interesting topics for me to write in particular. So, I logged on my blog and was fumbling for something interesting to write. Good for me that after about an hour of struggle, I found one.

There is this girl whom I talk to. Almost regularly. No!! Its not what you are thinking. We are just good friends,  you know! I asked her today how her weekend was. She said she attended some workshop of an NGO where they taught her about captioning photographs. She is an engineer, by default from a reputed college and lives in one of the India's most bright cities. 
There is one more girl whom I know. Normal education. Not some fancy degree. Society would term her average student even though half of the female in India can't read/write despite given free bicycles. She is chemistry graduate from some unknown university named after another random politician and she l…

Stop Spitting

So I was traveling in a bus while my way back to home after work. My fellow traveler sitting at window seat suddenly spitted half chewed tobacco on the road. Though he took extreme caution not to shower anyone on road, but It feels bad to see roads defaced by his irresponsible act. Today morning, I was crossing the road when a passing auto driver gargled on the road splashing the dirty water all over road. I wish I had taken picture of this. Recently I was on my way to Goa. While I was waiting for  mostly punctual Goa Express, a tea vendor repeatedly spitted on the platform itself, to be precise near the poles supporting railway shed. There were children playing few meters from the place of his act. I wonder if the people don't know the health concerns originating from their mindless spitting here and there. Plus the spitting exercise leaves onlookers with a disgusting feeling.