स्याह इंद्रधनुष और चाँदनी रातें

I think therefore I am …… I think !!! Cut the crap, I am here to write so that I get loads of traffic and I feel important ……

About me या मेरे बारे में

My Mom's Creations (The Paining Too)

Just a little bit about me :

चाँदनी आई है स्याही को धोने, मुझ पर ढुल रही है ।

1. I was born in October, 1976
2. Am an Indian (No, not a Red Indian)
3. Hindi is my mother tongue.
4. Am very concerned about not many people understanding Hindi these days, yes, I am talking about people whose mother tongue is Hindi.
5. I am not against English, I love the language.
6. I don’t know why I have written the above two points (4 & 5) here !
7. I want to retire early.
8. By retiring I mean retiring from “working for a living”
9. I want to travel a lot.
10. I want to travel because I want to live many cultures.
11. Because I want to live many cultures, I want to travel the world and stay at places for a long time.
12. I want to learn playing the guitar.
13. I want to be a successful poet and a story writer.
14. Photography is something I would love to do.
15. I am overweight, though slightly
16. No I am not fat.
17. I want to be an optimist.
18. I have immense patience.
19. I know what love is because I have felt it.
20. ………deleted……….
21. ………deleted……….
22. Hey, I want to keep smiling.
23. I want my smile to be real.
24. I like reading.
25. My favourite/ favorite authors are – Paulo Coelho, Jim Corbett and Ruskin Bond.
26. I did not like Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged because I did not understand it.
27. I like music, mostly Hindi film songs, ghazals and Bryan Adams.
28. I like watching movies my few favourites/ favorite are, The Matrix, The Godfather, Sholay, Don, Deewar, The Patriot and many more…..
29. I respect people.
30. I want to be loved.
31. I hate myself when the first place on woman’s body where I set my eyes is her breasts.
32. I don’t support any political party, I want them all dead.
33. I will have my own political party someday (after all others are dead).
34. I want to be a nudist for some time.
35. My favourite/ favorite Bollywood actress is Soha Ali Khan Patodi/ Sonam Kapoor/ Sonali Bendre
36. My favourite/ favorite bollywood actor is Amitabh Bachchan.
37. I hate Shahrukh Khan.
38. My worst nightmare came true.
39. Money is not my first preference in life, it’s second.
40. I don’t know what my first preference in life is, but I know it has to be one out of love, peace of mind, dying in peace, living by doing what I like doing the most, living by doing what I do the best or living for a social cause ( I know what it will be ).

41. My social cause will be destitute children, their upbringing, health, education and making them self reliant.
42. The painting that you see above in my picture is not mine. That is my mother’s work
43. I know you skipped at least some, if not all of what I have written above but I will continue writing more about myself here……………..

44.Oh yes !!! My name is Abhishek, I nearly forgot telling it !

45. I once wrote this : “There is so much that we think we will be able to do in this life, there is so much we want to believe we will accomplish. And then comes death, suddenly, it comes to the person closest to your heart.
There is nothing after that, no dreams, no desires, there is nothing to be accomplished. One thing remains : TIME – and you don’t know how to kill it.”


12 Responses

  1. Viral Trivedi कहते हैं:

    The prose about “death” in your side bar is phenominally narrative… It touched!

  2. Girija कहते हैं:


    I like the way you have put things about yourself ! Tell me are are you a poet in leisure or do you write full time? you can leave your reply here itself I will certainly come back to have a look.


  3. Juhi कहते हैं:

    I just stumbled upon your blog….and I must say that I amimpressed. Your words touched a chord in my heart. Maybe, because even I have felt similar things. God bless you.

  4. Joginder कहते हैं:

    aap bhoot acha likhte hai……. ise trah se likhte raheye, aap ko padhna acha lagta hai

    with regards,

  5. Joginder कहते हैं:

    najar ne najar ko padha hai.
    phir koi nishana aaj laga hai.


  6. Joginder कहते हैं:

    uske ghar se aati hui shanai ki gunj,uske ghar se takkra gai,

    wooh bechara kya karta, uske makan ki har deewar me darar aa gai.


  7. Joginder कहते हैं:

    bas aaj ke ke liye itna kafi hai……


  8. Shashi Sudhanshu कहते हैं:

    Hello Abhishek,

    Thanks for your comments on my post. I am delighted that you liked it.

  9. Alekh Jain कहते हैं:

    Simplicity & the truthfullness…the very small truths which touches lives of each of us is the element of your creations, which in normal life we dont have time to bother althought it has touch our subconscious.

    Though, currently I am in a metro city but cant forget the Sunday Haat in the town I was brought up … while buying & negotiating for Vegitables.. your “Itwar ka Haat” refresh my memories…


  10. harshal gadge कहते हैं:

    Now I know you a bit more.


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There was a Naughty Boy – By John Keats

There was a naughty boy,
A naughty boy was he,
He would not stop at home,
He could not quiet be-
He took
In his knapsack
A book
Full of vowels
And a shirt
With some towels,
A slight cap
For night cap,
A hair brush,
Comb ditto,
New stockings-
For old ones
Would split O!
This knapsack
Tight at 'is back
He rivetted close
And followed his nose
To the North,
To the North,
And followed his nose
To the North.

There was a naughty boy,
And a naughty boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see-
There he found
That the ground
Was as hard,
That a yard
Was as long,
That a song
Was as merry,
That a cherry
Was as red-
That lead
Was as weighty
That fourscore
Was as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England-
So he stood in his shoes
And he wondered,
He wondered,
He stood in his shoes
And he wondered.

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