tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593Wed, 27 May 2026 20:05:28 +0000NarrationHindiPoemCommentCreative WritingSocietySelfHumourMysteryबिना बेफालतू बातें (not no-nonsense)https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)Blogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-8732358865487016123Wed, 27 May 2026 20:05:28 +00002026-05-28T01:35:28.953+05:30We spend the first half of our lives engineering escapes, only to spend the second half building efficient prisons out of the routines we survive by. Five months of this year are already gone, swallowed by the seamless transition between dry, air-conditioned office blocks and the sealed cabins of app-based taxis. It is a corporate optimization loop. Today was the finest weather I had https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2026/05/stuck-in-fine-weather.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-8652287437692373628Thu, 24 Nov 2022 18:30:00 +00002022-11-25T00:00:33.681+05:30HindiPoem ‒ मर चुका है मेरे भीतर का इंसानउसकी इज्ज़त, और उसके लड़ने की हिम्मत;बची है राख उसके ताकत कीजो आंधियों से उड़कर अबचुभ रही है आँखों कोमुझे शोक नहीं है उसकाजो बेवजह मारा गया हैया फ़र्क इस हक़ीक़त सेकि उसने आत्महत्या कर ली हैमुझे उसकी चीखें सुनाई नहीं दीशायद मैं सोया रहा जब वो तड़प से चीख रहा होगापर अब सन्नाटा हैकिसी के चीखने या कराहने का शोर नहीं हैवो अब नहीं है -मेरे भीतर का इंसानजो था कभी, https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/11/blog-post.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-8136952390426291879Sun, 20 Nov 2022 16:21:00 +00002022-11-20T22:02:55.503+05:30NarrationI was new to the school. Three days down, still figuring things out - acquainting myself with this entirely new and alien world I had landed in. Nothing seemed familiar. The village primary school where I spent the first decade of my life had a kutcha roof, and merely 11 students were the total strength in my class. Contrastingly, this school building was gigantic, and the classrooms https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/11/whats-up.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-2135328086374028989Wed, 16 Nov 2022 20:52:00 +00002023-05-30T23:46:20.634+05:30NarrationA common sight you'll find across my state is people and their cattle. You will spot cattle herders beside roads and train tracks in almost any part of the state you travel. I have grazed goats all my childhood, every morning on weekdays, and every afternoon on weekends. In our community, there is a tradition of communal grazing, where cattle from various households would come together https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/11/goat.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-8335138918550762069Fri, 02 Sep 2022 17:19:00 +00002022-09-03T00:32:03.237+05:30Creative Writing‒‒August.August is angst, agony, and anguish.August is recuperation.August is anxiousness.August is recovery.August, the eighth month, the digit representing an upright infinity, is over. August came with a lot. Clouds, thunderstorms, and of course, the rain. Sadness, hope, and of course, the pain. Explosions and ruins. Revolts and freedom. August brought a lot. More than we could feel, tellhttps://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/09/august.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-5495649855300326392Sat, 27 Aug 2022 12:43:00 +00002022-08-28T00:21:20.663+05:30CommentHindiSelf‒‒ अगर आप मुझसे पूछेंगे कि मुझको कविताएं क्यों पसंद हैं, तो शायद मैं इसका ठीक उत्तर नहीं दे पाउँगा। ठीक उसी तरह जैसे आप किसी को पूछें कि उन्हें कोई चीज़ अच्छी क्यों लगती है  तो आपको उस चीज़ के गुण या उसकी विशेषताएं गिना दी जाती हैं पर “क्यों” का उत्तर अक्सर नहीं मिल पाता है ।  मैं समझता हूँ मैं कभी समझ नहीं पाउँगा कि कविताएं क्या हैं।  बस इसीलिए नहीं कि यह सवाल व्यक्तिपरक https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/08/blog-post.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-5920892841462304592Tue, 02 Aug 2022 18:45:00 +00002022-08-03T11:15:09.656+05:30PoemJuly. The best of all months, and the worst of them all. July, the time for gradual beginnings, the period of abrupt endings. July, the month of longings. This is for July, my favorite month. ‒‒ Here I am, you saidThere you are, said I.“Here it is”, you saidYes it is here, said I.It’s beautiful, you saidYes it is, said I.I like it, you said, with a  pauseI like it too, I said, with a https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/08/longings.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-41208351077785828Tue, 19 Jul 2022 06:26:00 +00002022-09-04T14:49:47.279+05:30Creative WritingHindiNarrationमुझे सदाबहार के फूल पसंद हैं। (मैंने इस बारे में एक पोस्ट पहले भी लिखा है।)पता नहीं क्यूं मुझे गुलाब (या कोई भी फूल) कभी इतने अच्छे नहीं लगे। मन को हालांकि सभी ने मोहा, मुग्ध किया; पर न जाने क्यूं प्यार सिर्फ 'सदाबहार' से ही हुआ। शायद सादगी और "सदाबहारियत" ही कारण रहा होगा। और फिर किसी चीज के अच्छे लगने का कोई कारण ढूंढना भी नहीं चाहिए। प्यार का अनुभव ही अनुभूति है, शायद। मेरी खिड़की पर https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/07/blog-post.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-8628500044343643880Sat, 16 Jul 2022 12:40:00 +00002022-07-20T21:33:25.426+05:30NarrationSelftick-tock (n.):    a piece of journalism that presents a chronological account of an event or series of events.> February 2022 "back-breaking family functions"Attended #BhaiyaKiEngagement ceremony. Traveling after long gaps feels more tiring than it actually is. Hope that it would give me a refreshing restart for the plethora of things piled ahead. Winston has found https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/07/tick-tock-1.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-872697604886480773Fri, 15 Jul 2022 17:12:00 +00002022-07-20T21:35:11.652+05:30Creative WritingNarration When we dream big and work hard to make those dreams seem achievable, and yet when we fail, two things happen:Either we fall into a deep, dark well of scary things where every touch, every sensation, and every thought renews the trauma; or, very rarely, we find ourselves being unusually optimistic. That is when we realise that the mind might’ve been unsuccessful in the striving and the heart https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/07/a-fictitious-fish-story.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-366008444517395549Sat, 14 May 2022 07:21:00 +00002022-09-03T01:27:18.132+05:30CommentNarration13th May 2022 I, with almost a hundred other candidates, was at the district hospital for the medical test as our interview for State Civil Services concluded the day before.Potential civil servants ‒ the future administrators, bureaucrats, and ‘leaders’ who would one day implement, shape, and make policies for the state and the nation; who would very soon upkeep the laws of the land, who would https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/05/a-clinical-test.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-628746556621651782Tue, 22 Mar 2022 12:31:00 +00002022-03-23T07:47:08.443+05:30CommentNarrationThe common room at the examination centre was packed. At least a hundred candidates jostled to get to their bags during the lunch break. I was one of them.Navigating the semi-chaotic labyrinth of fellow competitors and their backpacks, I finally got to mine which I had kept on one of the many disorderly-placed chairs there. Usually, at such an assemblage, where a gendered distinction is not https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/03/are-you-deipnophobic.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-1562232719249817184Fri, 18 Mar 2022 11:50:00 +00002022-03-18T20:19:07.491+05:30Creative WritingNarrationA flower and a book, or a flower in a book are too cliche to start a story. Therefore, today, I’ll tell you about the flower on a keyboard.  The story of this flower is not as eventful as those scarlet roses or their pressed petals in the books of lovers, however.  It is just that a white flower has chosen to leave its lively home forever to lay itself on my dusty keyboard. A https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/03/a-flower-on-keyboard.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-4822597429415563326Mon, 14 Mar 2022 13:34:00 +00002022-03-14T19:04:44.268+05:30HindiPoemकुछ ढूँढ रहा हूंँ मैं,हमेशा कुछ ढूँढ रहा होता हूंँ।कुछ खोया तो नहीं है,पता नहीं क्या ढूंँढता हूंँ?या कुछ खोया ही होगा क्या पता,'क्या खोया है' शायद यही ढूंँढता हूंँ।कुछ ढूँढ रहा हूंँ मैं,हमेशा कुछ ढूँढ रहा होता हूंँ।बैठे कुर्सी पर बिस्तर ढूंँढता हूंँ,मिले बिस्तर फिर तकिया ढूंँढता हूंँ,तकिए पर नींद ढूंँढता हूंँऔर नींद मेंं सपने ढूंँढता हूंँसपनों में सवेरा ढूंँढता हूंँ,और सवेरे चश्मा ढूंँढता हूंँ,https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/03/blog-post.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-3664160686304503780Tue, 22 Feb 2022 22:20:00 +00002022-02-23T04:18:28.846+05:30CommentHindiPoemपेश है पिताजी द्वारा लिखी गई कविता: 'बेटीक भाईग (बेटी का भाग्य)'चूंकि कविता स्वयं की मातृभाषा 'सादरी' में है, अतः सभी की बोधगम्यता के लिए मैंने इसका हिंदी में अनुवाद करने का प्रयास किया है जो निम्न है -बेटी का भाग्यबादल की एक बूंद हवा से उड़कर गिरती है मिट्टी या धूल मेंया गिरती है भरे कुओं, तालाबोंया किसी छलकती झील मेंवैसे ही बेटीबाप-भाई और परिवार की मर्यादा की खातिरदमन स्वयं की इच्छाएंhttps://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/02/blog-post.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-2841367636515195649Mon, 21 Feb 2022 11:44:00 +00002022-02-21T17:35:21.929+05:30CommentHindiपाँचवी के एक विद्यार्थी ने जब अपनी अध्यापिका से पूछा "मैडम फाल को इंग्लिश में क्या कहते हैं?", तो मैडम सोच में डूब गईं। ‘फल’ तो ‘फ्रूट’ होता है, पर ‘फाल’थोड़ा कठिन शब्द था। कृषि-गृहस्थी वाला वह आदिवासी लड़का शायद अपने खेती के औजारों के नाम को अंग्रेजी में जानना चाहता होगा। और मैडम शायद उस समय फाल की अँग्रेजी भूल गई थीं, या उन्हें आता नहीं होगा या कम इस्तेमाल किया जाने वाला कुछ मुश्किल सा https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/02/fruit.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-7184526772888001195Tue, 01 Feb 2022 03:00:00 +00002022-02-01T21:42:18.624+05:30Poem Almost a year ago, I was reading a lot about revolutions, conflicts, and coups in the Middle East and Western Africa. There had been violent protests within the country as well. I felt dystopian. It was then, I wrote this poem. Have a read -  What if -The birds swam and fishes all flew?Cats barked and dogs went "meow"?If the sky was white and clouds all blue?What if we got youngerhttps://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/02/what-if.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-4804467796996604027Fri, 28 Jan 2022 12:09:00 +00002022-07-24T22:57:04.173+05:30CommentSocietyMy thoughts about the much-talked movie 'KGF'.  Fanboys are requested to take due precautions to avoid unexpected fallout. This post is divided into parts - the plot, the impression, and the opinion.If you don't like long reads, you may skip to 'the opinion' part towards the end by clicking here.IAfter listening about it for more than two (or maybe three) years now, and coming https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/01/kgf-not-review.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-7200749080300494890Wed, 26 Jan 2022 11:24:00 +00002022-01-26T17:02:56.446+05:30CommentSocietyHappy Republic Day! Today, I present to you an excerpt from a speech I wrote for my sister last year.  Would appreciate your views on this.What should be the relationship of an individual with her nation?To this question, we all would unanimously answer that one should be ‘patriotic’. But what exactly is patriotism? What does it mean to be patriotic? - is not a simple question to https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/01/on-patriotism.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-94843031705424407Tue, 25 Jan 2022 19:01:00 +00002022-01-26T17:11:54.339+05:30CommentSocietyThis series represents my raw thoughts and opinions about the topic. Needless to say, it is neither static/fixed nor universal. I do not intend to offend anyone. You are free to ignore, dissent, or correct me wherever you feel like. Can there be mobility for women in patriarchy?Patriarchy is the 'rule of men'. Clearly, the mobility of women within a patriarchal system is bound to be on 'terms andhttps://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/01/q-on-patriarchy-1.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-1294454179587912893Mon, 24 Jan 2022 11:27:00 +00002022-01-25T14:59:31.551+05:30Creative WritingPast is a strange place - almost like a dream. It shapes our future. And sometimes, we wish it wouldn't.It was the reunion I guess. I do not remember much about it. I only remember that barren school ground where I was with one of my friends. We had seen each other after a really long time. We were walking alongside the tents nearby. Every spring nomads used to pitch tents on the far https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/01/reunion.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-6089950653193621735Sun, 23 Jan 2022 11:57:00 +00002022-01-23T18:50:38.383+05:30Creative WritingHumourA tale of personal contribution towards Climate change and global warming. Afterall, YOLO.So, father finally bought a bullet. No, not that piece of metal that kills, but the ‘bullet’ you ride on. Royal Enfield ‒  ‘Bullet’. A quick disclaimer first ‒ Although this post may seem like a ‘show-off post’, considering the nature of the commodity purchased; I assure you, it is not.End https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/01/a-bullet-to-bite.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0Ranchi, Jharkhand, India23.3440997 85.309562-4.9661341361788445 50.153312 51.654333536178846 120.465812tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-6178303783096971020Tue, 04 Jan 2022 12:27:00 +00002022-01-04T17:57:32.691+05:30HindiPoemकहा है ‒कुदरत ने मुंह एक, और कान दो दिए हैं इसीलिए कि भले हम बोलें कम, पर सुनें सबकी।शायद इसीलिएमेरी मां सुने बगैर सबकुछ पूरी तरह कभीकुछ किसी को कहती नहीं।चाहे हों आरोप आप पर बेतुके मढ़े हुएया हों आप बड़ाई-भरे शब्दों से चढ़े हुए,कि शोर हो डाह, तानों का अगर भी मां कहती है हमेशा थोड़ा रुक कर ही।तत्क्षण प्रतिकारों से परेएक छुपा संदर्श देख लेती है शायदशब्दों और चेहरों के पीछे झांक कर,फिर https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/01/blog-post_4.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-7142851586977657777Mon, 03 Jan 2022 19:00:00 +00002022-01-08T18:35:47.584+05:30HindiPoem वो गोडसे-गोडसे चिल्लाएंगे तुम गाँधी का साथ चुनना। तुम्हें कमजोर, डरपोक बतलाएंगे तुम मुस्कुराकर सब सुन लेना। वो भाषाओं को बाटेंगे तुम खुद की आवाज़ बनना। वो हिन्दू-मुस्लिम लड़वाएंगे तुम 'इंसान' बने बस रहना। वो चीन- पाक को लाएं जब सैनिक-सा डटे तुम रहना। वो 'गद्दार' तुम्हें फिर कहेंगे तुम फिर भी सवाल करना। देंगे लालच, और धमकी भी तुम बस सच का हाथ पकड़ना । वो डर दिखाएंगे तलवारों का तुम बस खुद पर https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2022/01/blog-post.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)04C43+4R Darigutu, Jharkhand, India23.1052734 85.404556321.077968900996343 83.207290675 25.13257789900366 87.601821925tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997854985735304593.post-2767577646479686725Sun, 13 Jun 2021 13:25:00 +00002021-06-14T08:37:14.049+05:30PoemThe thought of a sword is very thrilling. Potion on the other hand, evokes some kind of mysticism. Encountering either feels something unreal. But maybe it is not, if we consider what their essence is. Here is how I understand them - I've a sword.It creates suffering,and spreads pain.Wrenches hearts,and blows brains.I've a sword- it maims.I've a potion.It heals.Revives the dead,joins https://virajprateek.blogspot.com/2021/06/sword-and-potion.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Viraj Prateek)0