Amay's blog

This is the first time I am writing about myself. This is not a story. This is not any guide related to thinking. I would like if you simply read my thoughts as a decent reader and please don't judge me. Some thoughts :    *    Whenever I think about writing, the first which comes in my mind is why should I write? Does it makes me happy? By the way, I have to start with my next piece tomorrow. Huh? You lazy? I laugh at myself thinking will I wake up early in the morning? Time is passing Amay, get up and start working you donkey. Damn! I have wasted one hour doing nothing but only by wondering what should I do? Well, should I sleep?   * Watching TV all day is my favorite habit. Well, boys at my age do the same things. I do it.  "Are you not ashamed watching TV when your friends must be studying?" My mom hollered.  I think she is the god. My mom knows everything. Everything about others. Even though I get better marks than them, she t...

ACT: 1 (Start) Once upon a time there was a boy called Chetan. He was a very good boy and everyone treated him well. His childhood went like every kid we see. On his 15 th birthday, his father gifted him a mobile, he was very happy that day. His family was a decent one. Everyone was educated in his—family. People found him a studious child and his family had great expectations with him. So, his family convinced him to take up engineering. After the first year, he started making paintings. Why was he making paintings? ACT: 2 (Some More) When Chetan was a 10 years old he won a painting competition in school. Chetan also had published many paintings in the (Mumbai Mirror) newspaper. Chetan was always interested in drawing and paintings. So coming back to his engineering days, he shifted his focus from engineering to painting. He loved making paintings. He felt he always wanted to become an artist. In all this, he did not score well in his second semester exam. Chetan’s...

Before reading this article I would like you all to read a poem. It is not actually a poem.                 *I am bad at writing poems. Trust me, worst. I’m a flying bird I like to be free I love freedom No! No! Freedom I can’t be free I’m trapped I’m locked I like to wear Skirts and shorts People say too short I say, oh c’mon Inside the four walls Is my place If I go out If I go out Animals will kill me, soon.  Thank you, for reading such a pathetic piece. I hope you understood the above words. From the next line the article starts: Raksha Bandhan, the word which has a clear and simple meaning—“Knot of protection”. Well, actually it is not as simple as that. Raksha Bandhan is a festival where sisters tie “object” called “Rakhi” to their so called brothers. It is a ritual. In India, it is celebrated all over. What the actually question is—Do this Raksha B...

"RAKSHA BANDHAN" special article will be published on 18 August 2016. Do read it and comment, if you liked it.  

Hello everyone, I know, I am acting quite strange this year. Writing and stopping in middle. I’m not regular to my blogging. I’m sorry for it. HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO ALL OF YOU! I wake up early in the morning. I look outside; the brightness has taken its birth. I look towards the wall clock. It’s ticking and reaching to 7.50. I wash my face and step outside for a walk. It was Sunday. There is a kind of jolly environment around me. I look at others; everyone is trying to enjoy their moments. Some kids are playing cricket, some are just chatting away, some oldies are talking about recent developments, and some more I can see are busy doing their own work. I go to a tea stall and ask him to provide me a cup of tea. He smiles and tells me to sit. There are people at tea stall who are reading newspaper. I don’t feel like reading newspapers anymore so I ignore it, sniggering. Meanwhile, I hear girls laughing on a joke. One of them again repeats the joke. I hear it, again. But,...

Tomorrow, I will be posting a special article on the occasion of Independence Day! Do read it. Sorry for disappearing, again and again.