A new book of incomplete love stories

Love Unsung by Shantanand Sharma is a collection of poetries that showcase the love stories which were left incomplete due to the differenes in their caste, religion and class.

Available soon on all online bookstores worldwide.

The Guy!

He was guy.
Like you guys.
But he was different in all aspects.
He was very naughty when he was a kid.
He was clever since took him out of his mother's womb.
He made fun of everybody around him.
He had tough relations with seniors.
He would beat anybody. He never minded the opposition whether he was smaller or bigger than the opposition.
Once he kicked the driver of his school bus when he was a kid of 8.
He friends would say, 'you should have been born in Sindhi family. Some would say, 'you should have taken born in bhumiyar family.' Others said like them!

He grew up and always had fight with teachers.
He has his own world.

But he always get scared; 'will the life play with me and with my future also if I take my life so lightly?'
Then he would laugh like a mad!

Roti, kapda aur Makaan!

When I was a kid I was always fascinated by the political rallies and sat on the ground into the dust before stage on which politicians stood up with mike and promised to get us electricity, water supply (though we have natural water supply, river Ganga, which flows from west to east, touching feet of our village) and good roads.

I'm of 26 now.
Promises are same.
But still we've the same kerosene lamps to light our nights, the same broken rickety brick padded roads and the same water supply!

Isn't it a bigger duration than that took us for mission on Mars?

Love story begins here!

He was a Hindu.
She was a Muslim.
He was a stud.
She was the most beautiful girl.
He believed in love.
But didn't know how to love.
She didn't believe in fairy tales.
But knew the art of love.

They met.
Somewhere on this earth.
He asked for a date.
She couldn't refuse.
They fell in love.

Story ends here!

Ladies; No more than Sexual object in India!

We respect women in India.
We have reservations for them everywhere.

We offer them seat in metro train, bus, and wherever they stand before us. We can't see them standing. Are they too weak to stand on their feet?
But with the corner of our eyes we check them, scanning their body, undressing and imagining what; only god knows!

We have reservations for ladies in government jobs as well.
When men take their interviews they keep their eyeballs moving from ladies' face to their breasts.

We don't look at short dress wearing ladies when they pass us as if we don't care what ladies are wearing. We simply stare at their theighs and bums from back.

In Bollywood, ladies get fame and make lots of money.
They know how many beds they'd to warm to get the first role!

Ladies ride scooties. We twist our accelerator to overtake them as if...

While driving cars and riding bikes we keep on checking autos and taxies if they contain some ladies. And if we see ladies wearing shorts we scan their legs.

Bra strips are very colorful.
Aren't they?
God knows what pleasure they give to us when we stare at them for long.

At workplace women are given more priorities. Is it true? Really?
They get quick promotions.
We, men say she is slut. She has just slept with the boss and got promotions!

We, men do all possible and impossible things to loose our virginities.
But we want a wife with sealed virginity!

We have maids in our houses.
When our ladies are out we simply have sex with them. No matter how bad they stink.

In the great Army and police force, we have ladies.
God knows how seniors exploit them.

Bollywood makes movies like Mardani and queen.
Ultimately it projects ladies as sexual objects!

When we get married.
On the first nights and the next night and other nights we switch off the light and have sex with our wives.
We don't even ask how is she feeling and is she ready to get intimate!

When a girl kisses us outside four walls she feels unsafe.

God knows when will this end on this earth and ladies will live like a human being.

God knows up to what depth we men are into such and other thoughts!

My First Literature Fest

It was second year of my writing and fourth year of my engineering graduation. Fourth year is also called final year in India.
I was an infant in the literature world but I wanted to be a part of this world since my Infancy.
I had seen the advertisement of the lit fest in The Hindu newspaper. Look at the newspaper I was getting those days. I admit I was choosy since I was a small kid. I used to buy fancy toothbrush, tooth paste, pen, pencil, notebooks whose sheets were extra smooth and so.
I never liked the newspapers whose starting pages contain so many advertisements. But The Hindu was quite different than other. Filtered news with least ads were the things that had precised me to the newspaper and the lit fest was being organized by the same and the awesomest thing was that it was help in the capital city where I was residing.
In college days I looked like a rock star though I didn't know the meaning of 'r' of a rock star. Long hair, athletic body, loud dresses, goaty beard were my identity.
I wore a red baggy T-shirt, faded blue jeans and shinning red Ferrari shoes and hung my college bag and left for metro station.

I had just finished writing my first novel and had sent to the leading publishers. Publishers had mailed me the rejection letters. I wanted to see what goes on in a literature festival.

I had reached to the Indian Habitat center before the show began. I was a time bound person. I asked the volunteers about the fest and they asked me enroll and go into the big hall.
Stage was empty and some seats were occupied. I walked down to the first row which was closest to the stage. It was little dark as only dim yellow light was focusing on the stage.
'Reserved' the boards which were standing next to the first two rows said. This was the first time I had such boards except in movies!

I walked back and took a seat in the last row. People came and sat. And soon I saw first two rows filling. I couldn't recognize any of them. None were a Bollywood star.
My neighbors discussed news of Bollywood, and among them one was discussing his next book which was based on bollywood. I listened to them. They spoke like big writers and they were big writers.
Writers came one by one on the stage and discussed things with the Hindu journalists. Audience asked them some questions. They answered. I understood everything. Everything began to cross over my head when foreign writers discussed things.

There was a tea break. I went out and walked to the other building where I guessed it was a canteen. When I came to know the price of a tea I forgot I needed a tea. I came to the same building and saw writers and journalists having tea and snacks in a small longue.
I asked one of the volunteers, is the tea free here?
She smiled and said, 'yes.'

I entered into the room and saw people who were getting tea and snacks on their own. It was a self service. I stood there and saw the method of making tea and the way they were picking plates and loading them with snacks.
I copied them.

One lady was very tall. She was in Saree. When I heard her conversation with others I came to know that she was Bollywood star, Raj kappor's sister. Her face was matching with the Bollywood star Karishma kapoor. I stood there, ate snacks bite by bite, sipped tea slowly and heard their conversations. They spoke a lot like kids do.

Then post break session began.
First guest Om Prakash Mehra, who had made the movie, Rang de basanti and he spoke about his next movie and why he chooses the movies which are different than others.

At last I learned nothing there. But the fest was very enjoyable though I neither ask any question sitting among audience nor I spoke a word throughout the whole fest.

Batla House - 2

Food varieties range from Afghani to Mughlai to whatnot!
The price is lower here but that doesn't affect the quality. You get the best and fresh chicken and mutton meat here and those who eat big red meat are also welcomed here.

In evening, if you, by mistake drive into these streets, you're going to do blunder. In a five feet road, people walk. Pulling rickshaws are there. Autos are running, painting walkers with dust. Bike riding is awesome here. If you push into the crowd with your bike, you get the true and real lesson of driving here. Though you'll exercise your feet and fingers too much but you get something in return.

The place becomes most attracting during Look sabha and Rajya sabha election. Roofless jeeps, decorated with cloth posters of political parties stand on the divider of the road. Thanks to the MLA of this area who dared to get the divider to divide the road into two lanes. Party workers stand on the jeep. And they shout slogans throwing their hands in all directions. They put so much energy into it that their neck veins become visible. At a difference of 5 meters another jeep is standing with the posters and party workers of another political party. They are doing the same thing, throwing their arms and body to the other jeep.
It feels as if whole Indian political campaigns have gathered to this place only. We can see the party workers making election live here otherwise Indian election is becoming lifeless. When I see them I miss my childhood days.
They shout slogans with so much energy that force you to run away from the place if you're visiting it for the first time. It looks as if they would get down the jeeps and beat the opposition people any moment.

The voting date finally arrives. People gather to vote. And this the place which actually gives life to the election. Each single member of the area comes out to vote. Ladies, wearing burka show up.

Party workers are smart enough. They keep standing in a group of six or seven at each corner of the streets maintaining some distance of 3 meters. They stop each voter and convince him/her with some flying signals to vote for their party only. Cops keep standing outside the voting booths. Peaceful voting goes on.

The voting day makes Batla house a newly wedded bride.

I always wonder about them. Why don't they make their own Muslim party. Because all parties are fooling them and they have so much of energy to put into it then they shall look into making their own party.
Shouldn't they?

The government is trying to polish the area so road making work, JAL board work, drainage system making work, electricity works keep going on in this area.

All of the above work have a common this to start their work; digging the road.
They excavate the roads and put the mud on the roadside. The road is dug. Mud and malba are occupying the roadside area. From where you will come out into the market or goto office?

Where there is will, there is the way!

Like lines of small ants people walk down the heaps of mud and malba. Up and down. Left and right.
They become so comfortable that they don't fall in the ditch. If you are going there for the first time during excavation time then I'm sure you'll fall into the ditches.
People over here comfortable in every situation. They don't complaint. They adopt the things that are being given to them. Everybody lives happily here.

The worst thing about this place is that males stare at girl even when they are wearing burka. And if a girl come out in jeans then men rape her with their eyes. Most of them are educated but still they do it.

Will be back with more interesting stuffs about this place soon. Stay connected.

Batla House

Batla House is a place in South Delhi, India. It is situated on the bank of dying river, Yamuna.
Only Muslims live here. Like other Muslim dominated area, its also over crowded. Most of the population of this place comes from UP and Bihar.
Foolish Hindus call it Chhota Pakistan.

They come here and work in other parts of New Delhi. Ninety percent of the people come here as students. Like flood they come, get admission in Jamia Millia Islamia University, Jamia Hamdard University, and some other leading colleges of Delhi University, study hard there, get good jobs in India and outside and leave the place. The population of this area keeps on increasing because the number of residents who migrate to other place around the world is far lesser than the number of people who come here, adding to the population in search of jobs and as students.
They come not just to earn their livelihood but to settle permanently here.

In morning, streets look deserted like that of Afghanistan and as day rises up with the Sun the scene keeps on changing. And when the Sun falls behind the tall buildings, the place becomes really beautiful.

It becomes so beautiful that even an ant has to think million times to creep down the streets.

Every evening is looks like its a Diwali evening. Ladies, wearing burka do shopping as if the next day is Eid. They break into shops. They buy clothe pieces of suits, kurta. Pajama, stoles, dupatta, burka and other wearable dresses except western dresses.

Shopping doesn't stop here. They rush into household things shops and do buying lots of stuffs.
Shopkeepers are smart enough here. They treat ladies as if they are their sisters and mothers. They welcome ladies and show them everything that they have on their shelves. I always wonder about the factories who make such clothes. Because the fabrics are just awesome and colors beat the stuffs that are kept in HiFi showrooms and malls of Delhi. The shopkeepers give discounts as well as if the shopping is being done for their own houses.

Every second shop is of either kapde ki dukaan or eating outlets. The street roadsides are over loaded with the heaps of cloths and that of chicken and mutton.
At times, I forget that Muslims eat vegetables also. When I see vegetable venders, laying their vegetables thelas on roadsides I ask myself, 'do these people eat vegetables also?'

Eating outlets are decorated with big glass covers which display chickens chopped in different shapes or some big biryani handis. And when you enter in any of these outlets you will have to wait for sometime to grab a seat. The food is extra delicious. And price is too low. These outlets force me to think over the difference between price of veg food and nonveg food. I just can't believe that the non veg food are cheaper than the veg here.

The variety of chicken and mutton ranges from Afghani to Mughlai to whatnot.

To be cont...with the spirit of the people who live here and the time of election campaigns down these overcrowded streets!!

The Culture of Contractual jobs in India

Chapter: 1

We wake up in the morning, go to washroom to get fresh, wear sportswear and walk out of gate of our house to go to the park for jogging or morning walk. We see some men and women sweeping streets with broom. If we’re rich enough we see one or more than one security guards, standing at our gate.

They keep out city clean and our houses safe. They are believed to be poor people who have hailed to the city from village in search of some work and are found working for us. Most of them are always seen in some particular uniform that they get from the agencies which are government approved agencies. As far as security guards at our gate or at the gate of malls, ATM, shops and any commercial and domestic building are concerned, they are the people who are generally village guys who are supplied to the town and city by some agents. They get such small jobs here in the city and stay alone, away from their kids, wife, husband, parents and their love.

Who are these guys?

They are the contractual employees of the government municipality or some private agencies.

After morning walk, we take shower, wear dress, eat our breakfast, take our bike or car keys and get ready to go to our office. On the way we come across many traffic lights which are run by automatic controller. We, the gentlemen and ladies follow traffic rules and some of us are smart enough to jump the red lights after checking if any traffic police in white and blue uniform are standing on either side of the traffic light or not.

On the way we come across many men and women who wear almost same uniform as the traffic cops who stand at the road sides, waving their hands to give direction to our vehicles according to the weight of the vehicles. Modern urban developments which have been done by the respected PWD and road transport department have been playing a leading role in making road traffic smooth. They have made many dividers to divide the road so that light and heavy vehicles can run in their respective lanes so that the traffic may run easily.

On the divider again we see many men and women in blue and white uniform, waving their hands to give directions to our vehicles. They look like the traffic police but they are not. Who are they then?

They are again the village people who have come to the city or have been supplied by the labor agents to the agency who have been given contract by our government for maintenance of the roads and smooth traffic. They are the contractual employees who take charge of traffic police, keeping their life in danger.

If any traffic jam happens on these roads they are the people who work to clear the roads. No doubt some of the government traffic cops come but two or three in number and they are helped by ten to twelve contractual people to smooth the traffic. Many people in the city are irritated or frustrated so they fight and they beat the men in blue and white uniform. It happens only in our motherland, India. You can fight anywhere, with anybody and can do anything like beating with them.

If we’re intelligent enough we have government or permanent job in our hands so we’ve to reach office by time to work. Over there in office we have again contractual employees in government and non government offices. The number of contractual employees is far more than the government officials or CTC (company role) employees everywhere in India.

The government officials do only supervision work and rest works are done by these contractual guys. According to their educational qualifications they are hired by the agencies or contractors for the same work. Their work ranges from municipality sweeping to the engineering and managing. Even in government schools and colleges teachers, lab assistants and many other staffs are recruited on contract basis.

What I want to say is that; we’ve contractual employees on each walk of our life. They range from banks to schools to college to engineering firms or hospitals or software companies to public welfare departments to power generation, transmission, distribution to police to advertising agencies to hotels to everywhere.

They’re lucky among billions.

Why?

They’ve a job in hand so that they can run their family.

Population is a thing which has not been kept under control by any government of India and is that only the sole reason for this misfortune with Indians.

Well, they’ve a job, they earn money to eat and feed their family and do shopping occasionally, if possible and enjoy their life.

Why do we work?

To earn money.

That’s what we call salary.

To be cont….

The Confusion of A Voter!

Whom to vote?
Which button to press?
Anyone?

BJP?
BJP is communal. It focuses on hindu only and that too on upper caste people. But the leaders are great in this party. But why people dont choose them. Why should I then?

LJP, BSP?
They sing the song of SC/ST. They dont have to think of upper caste people. They are criminals. They simply sucks when it comes to rule.

SP, RJD, JDU?
They plant communal voilence & support muslims only. And the support is too fake to hide.

AAP?
We're young we should push the button before Jhhadu. Its a party of young people. But the leaders are too infant to rule the capital city. They're not experinced. Who knows, they are criminals?

Congress?
We hate this word. Its like a henious stigma on the fair face of Indian society. It has done the biggest corruptions on this earth. They should be hanged and not voted for. They support muslims alot. Am I a muslim? Muslims are not humans? But...but..they have developed the capical city. The long highways, the smooth roads, the metro, the tourism, the 24/7 electricity supply, the nonstop water supply, the homes of jhhuggi jhopdi people, and many more. But they're the most corrupt.

None of the above?
What?
Three party people have given us some cash and wine bottles.
Whom to vote then?
Why should I vote?
Why am I not a leader like them?
Why am I standing in a big queue just to push a ballot button?

I'm still confused.