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This is funny ha....how anyone can suicide? He said after reading a headline on his brand new iPad. He continued... I can't imagine how anyone gather that will to commit suicide Ill never suicide He said with an assurance, I love my life so much.And I afraid of dying and then he paused for a longer time then ask his farewell and left. let me introduce myself, I am his companion, his friend and more or less like his brother. I won't leave him in any condition I love this man. God made a special bond between us, We have been together since he came into existence, i was there "the only companion" of him who has spent all his years just listening bhaiyaan from him. My father worked for his father. He was gardener at his big house but they never treated me less than their own child or his big brother, we both lived in same room studied at same school, we did all the things and had fun together. A few days ago he came to me  running and bent over for a few seco

                        S U R V I V A L                                      of human being human being a mysterious subject.i can’t understand it completely,whenever i tried to understand it i get confused with its complexity.it is complex,more than i thought it would be. in a journey to understand a few complexities of human nature i went through so many confusion sometimes it broke me up and sometimes it makes me to live in isolation,during this journey i talked to many peoples and from all these information i came to few conclusion. in upcoming paras you will get to know what i have concluded by talking all these people and what are my own views over this subject. Since our childhood we are being told that our ancients were surviver,they survived by finding ways to survive,they built caves,they killed animals to feed themselves they ate everything which facilitate their survival,even they start inventing things,In fact they did everything which helped in their surviver.

             I START HATING I am here waking up in a very dawn,i can’t see anything except an intense glare coming from a little window of my room.I am rubbing my hand over my eyes,now i can see a blur view of my window straight to my head.Now i am leaving my bed,that intense glare attracting me towards itself,i dragged myself into an open space.Here i can feel the cold air around my neck and under my nostrils,i can breath that coldness ,i start breathing heavily like those few breathes are left in the world. How good this is, even you can feel it just by imagining. it seems a perfect morning and everything seems great. No! its not perfect. “life is easy to imagine but hard to live” let me tell you something behind my perfect morning. Every morning i wake up like this,then i see my mother,deep in her eyes i can see a fear,fear of ,will her husband make enough money to feed his family at night,fear of each upcoming suffering day,fear of her son’s future. I belong to a poor family

            MY LIFE MY CHOICE i may have done bad things,i may have made wrong decision,i may have chosen choices which can ruin my life for ever. And it happened and yes i ruined my life forever i did everything that i should not.now i am here living a life without soul,i lost my soul somewhere in between my teenage,in between my college time.now every one hates me,I did everything that i learnt from others,from my society and i never thought that my life will turned into a living hell. i wasn’t like this before,i was a persons who live for himself, who never worry about what will happen in next moment,i lived every moment at that time.if you will ask me about those every moment,ill tell you each second of those moment that i lived. Now you must be thinking that then what happened to me that turned me into a person who wants freedom from that life.also wants to know from where all this has started. Lets have a look at what happened to me. that was the time of my college where

                                    ME                                                                                                                       and my subconscious mind                                                      let me talk something about me, i am a normal guy as most of us are,i am living my life as i am to live.i do have friends, indeed good friends,i love to write i love to read a lot and there are so many things that i like to do.I write blogs and my feelings in those blogs, i am kind of a emotional guy who thinks a lot,who thinks a lot that can not be talk so i write blogs for the feelings those i have and i can’t  express them in a talk. so many things are there that i like around my surroundings and there are so many things that i don’t like. Those are mostly few kind of a people.I tried to adjust with them but got failed.I am not different from others as i said earlier so many people thinks same as i think.Those people do things which makes me fr

    " THEN WE WILL                                      DIE "                                                                                          A great love... I have got admission in a college.Its a small college in small town,far away from railway station.It is somewhere in mountains,there is a piece outside and there is me inside my hostel. So many boys are there,everyone seems normal,nothing different. They are funny,talkative,friendly.I faced something unexpected but normal.Then something happened which was not normal, I saw a guy looks very decent,less talkative.There was a glare at his face which attracted me towards him.I went to him and said HELLO he looked at me but didn’t replied.I asked again but result was same,i said myself ‘what’s wrong with that guy.He was so weird’.It seemed like he was ignoring me so i just left him in his silence… After this i have not seen him for long time.Don’t know why its happening to me after meeting him i felt like I’ve l