Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Monday, December 24, 2012
Avanti & I
Amay Naik's Personal Diary
-12 June
It has been a week now that Avanti passed away leaving me all
alone in this world, letting me be alive to have such a dejected life. In
couple of weeks it is our 3rd wedding anniversary! It’s still hard to
believe that she is no more; it feels like that we had just begun our beautiful
journey of married life but before it could flourish effusively … Avanti left
me!
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Art of Sketching- My passion!!
While my writing skills have taken a much needed break for the creative juices to come up with something much better and unique concept, I have kept myself busy with one of my other passion- "Sketching".
Herein I have uploaded some of them just for the exhibition purpose.
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For the first time I have tried sketching myself and fortunately ended up with something which resembles to me more than I could have ever thought I could.
Friday, October 5, 2012
Saturday, September 8, 2012
THE BROKEN HEART
The following story is based on a real life experience. However the names of people and places have been replaced to respect their privacy.
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In the midst of a very cold night I was lying restless on my bed changing sides and trying to sleep but somehow I couldn’t, my mind was stormed with all the incidents that had taken place the previous evening.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
One Fine Sunday
“Stopover that non sense else I’ll smash your that
music player you monster” I shouted at my younger brother by wrapping my head
snugly by my super soft pillow. He did unerringly what he shouldn’t have done.
He dragged my bed sheet and commenced exhorting “Di get up now, else I’ll have
to call dad then he’ll see you better”. This was contravention of limits; he
blackmailed me! I had to rouse nonetheless to retort him.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Nathuram Ghodse- The Real Hero!!
Why Godse Killed Gandhi?
Nathuram Ghodse is often a misunderstood character. He is referred to as a Hindu fanatic. It is often hard to understand Godse because the Government of India had suppressed information about him. His court statements, letters etc. were all banned from the public until recently. Judging from his writings one thing becomes very clear – He was no fanatic. His court statements are very well read out and indicate a calm and collected mental disposition. He never even once speaks ill about Gandhi as a person, but only attacks Gandhi’s policies which caused ruin and untold misery to Hindus. Another interesting point to note is that Godse had been working with the Hindu refugees fleeing from Pakistan. He had seen the horrible atrocities committed on them. Many women had their hands cut off, nose cut off, even little girls had been raped mercilessly. Despite this Godse did not harm even single Muslim in India which he could easily have. So it would be a grave mistake to call him a Hindu fanatic.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Life's a Bitch!! Part-2
Continued from Life's a Bitch Part-1
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During the
flight I alleged about it. After trying my utmost, I just could not envisage
Aarti as my wife in my new life any more. Till now I had done everything to
make everybody happy. But It was my life; Time would heal wounds, abate the
injury and dissipate the anger; but what if I got trapped for life with Aarti,
it would be an absolute adversity.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Life's a Bitch!! Part-1
“When did you come home? And what are you doing
here? Did you have dinner?” my mom was staggered when she wedged me in kitchen
so started questioning like archetypal concerned mother. “Yeah mom” I retorted
as cold as water bottle elicited from refrigerator. I knew my mom was nippy
enough to clench resentment behind my unruffled reply. She became quizzical to
find ulterior “What’s wrong Nishant? Is there anything troubling you? Didn’t
party go well?”
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Lost Identity
Looking out of the window observing the dense clouds from my plane I was trying to recollect all the sudden series of moments that had disturbed my solaces. Exactly three hours back I had seen the e-mail and after reading it I did two things. First I took a print-out of the mail, kept it in my pocket and deleted the mail from my mailbox. Then I called the airlines and booked my ticket on the next flight to India.
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