How about a Vampire Wizard kid and an interesting closet ?

I had just turned 11 and  visiting an obscure relative’s home in a farmland. There happened to be a huge cupboard in one of the empty rooms  and one day I hid in it to escape my fat bully of a cousin. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that the cupboard was in fact a portal to a magical world and realized that I was actually a witch and a vampire – my true family had been slaughtered by a evil wizard – who was also a werewolf- named Lord Helsing.

Eat your heart out Harry and Peter And Lucy and Edward….my story is so much cooler than yours. Actually, so much more cool that the cupboard turned out to be a defunct refrigerator.

(My creative juices are a messy product of the outside stimulation I receive continuously and I am beginning to lose hope that anything worth while will ever pop out of my mind.)

I want to write a novel about cupcakes

It seems they are all the rage right now, as a snack choice as well as a writing topic. I want to write a novel about cupcakes and just like the trendy looking young women in the panty liner commercial, I would like a pink on pink cover adorned with a single, hep looking cupcake, frosted with, what else, pink, a delicate hand reaching for it, a manicured hand, a dressed in a solitaire diamond and charm bracelet hand. Title of the book will be printed on the top, something catchy and cute, such as “A Frosted Life.”
It would be written with the Goldilock Principle in mind – all things in it would be ‘just right,’ happy medium all the way. So, the main protagonist, female of course, will be not too young, not too old. She will be not too rich, not too poor. She will fall in love with a ‘wrong sort,’ – too rich, too handsome, too fit, and come to her senses and end up with Mr. Just Right . All this time will also be spent in a quest of self realization and self-fulfillment through, you guessed it, cupcakes.
I can not go wrong with this. I am already salivating with the ideas of Red Velvet Cupcake with Coca-Mocha Frosting and Strawberries and Cream Cupcake With White Chocolate frosting and the liquid brown eyes and brown hair of the moderately handsome guy…

Someone help me…quick.

जंगल के पेड़ – उजागर दुबे

हो भुला, हम तो तेरे जंगल के पेड़
रहते चुपचाप ,
हँसते चुपचाप,
बढ़ते चुपचाप,
हो भुला, हम तो तेरे जंगल के पेड़
बढ़ते चुपचाप
रहते चुपचाप
कटते चुपचाप ।

ज्योतिर्गमय

अन्धकार और प्रकाश मानव जीवन के दो ऐसे पहलू हैं जो बार बार, विभिन्न रूपों में प्रस्तुत होते रहते हैं. यथार्थ और वास्तविकताओं के दृष्टिकोण बदल जाते हैं जब मानव दृष्टि अन्धकार से प्रकाश में आती है. मात्र अन्धकार ही नहीं, छायाओं से भी अनगिनत रूप विरूप हो जाते हैं , रंग और आकृतियाँ बदल जातीं हैं. पर मानव स्वभाव कुछ ऐसा है कि यह कतई आवश्यक नहीं कि उसे प्रकाश और सम्यक प्रकाश में दिखने वाले यथार्थ और वास्तविकता में ही रूचि हो. अपितु, सामान्यतः तो मानव मन आधे सच और काल्पनिक रंगों से बनी वास्तविकता में ही उलझा रहता है.

Hello World!

Hello world, here I am, prompted by a near debilitating fear that I am loosing the writer inside me. I am loosing her to various distractions and diversions of life, I am loosing her to sundry responsibilities and ‘to-do’ lists, I am loosing her to sheer inertia …

Do you care , World? Will you read what I write ?