Krishna is back

 

In the city of celestial, there is one ruler named Lord Krishna, his eyes wags all around because he is a protector of the whole universe. ‘What’s the news of India?’ Lord Krishna said while sprawling in his seat. ‘The story of modern India. Poor people forget meaning of word justice because only word they heard is rich people are THE LAW‘ Narad said with exhales.’ Don’t worry, Narad. It’s time to make the sequel, this time I am going to earth without my super powers because of CCTV cameras you know. ‘Lord Krishna said. ‘Good luck, Lord.’ Narad wished Lord Krishna.

 

Krishna born in a poor farmer family, in Vanthali, Junagadh. The beautiful hometown of lion and Kesar Mangoes. Unfortunately their crop had failed due to abundance of rain. That’s why Krishna’s parents had huge amount of debt to pay to banks because of fake fertilizers provided by government missionary’s low quality but high rate fertilizer.

‘We can’t raise Krishna, we can’t give him the life he deserves .We have to give him to my friend Mr. Nandlal’.  Vasudeva grunted loudly. Devaki was weeping in kitchen .She was hopeless.

In the Dark night with heavy rainfall, Nandlal was travelling to Ramgadh with little Krishna in the basket.  He took boat to cross Ozat river, the flock of eagle came to protect Krishna from rain. That’s how Vasudeva reached Ramgadh .

‘Take care of my son.’ Vasudev pleaded to Nandlal. ‘Don’t worry about Krishna, I will take care of him as my son.’ Nandlal said, and Vasudeva took a last glance of Krishna, face glow like the God and most innocent smile in the world. Vasudeva took his steps back with heavy heart.

When first ray of sun arrives at temple, the day of Ramgadh starts. Then cattle go for graze in jungle, women of Ramgadh come near bank of Ozat to wash clothes and fill water in pot. Farmers go to plow their farms, and obviously little Krishna plays with his gopis in his garden.

As he turned six, their parents admit him to primary school in village , “The Ramgadh School Of education”

‘2+3=5… so students what is the answer of 3+2 ?’Shakti sir asked question to class.

‘Where is your attention Krishna ‘ Shakti sir said out loudly as Krishna was watching outside beauty of nature, squirrel climbing on tree. He didn’t noticed his sir was calling him. ‘Where is your attention, Krishna? Krishnaaa’ Shakti sir screamed with anger. ‘yes sir.. ‘ Krishna said  calmly. ‘Then tell me the answer of my question’ Shakti sir said. ‘Sir it’s five, it’s a simple question.’ Krishna said with confidence. Shakti sir stunned by hearing sudden answer as he was not expecting to hear. He saw a different sparkle in his eyes that he had never seen before.’O…kay okay, sit down’ Shakti sir stammered.

 

Krishna was intelligent student but he didn’t give much attention in his class, after school he went out in the jungle to play with friends and cattle. He swims in Ozat river, climbs on trees to eat fruits. He knows every single tree in the Jungle. In the free time, he just climb on tree, seat on the branch and play flute with his magical lips. He is not afraid of any animals or insects, vice-versa animals are his best friend, he likes to watch lions for hours and hours while sitting on banyan trees.

He is also good with musical instruments in his school, he knows how to play almost all instruments. He also loves to act in play. He played Romeo in ‘Romeo and Juliet’ play and he also played Krishna in ‘Krishna-Radha’ play. You know who was his Radha, any guesses, ya it’s Radha. Anyways Krishna was the most popular student in his school, he was all-rounder and captain of cricket team. All girls in school liked him. Like his past birth, Radha is two year senior of Krishna, the cutest girl with dimple in her both chicks. They were best friends in school .

 

‘What is your result Krishna?’ Sudama asked curiously. ‘I got 82 percentage and 92 percentile.’ Krishna said. ‘I got 90 percentage and 99 percentile. ‘Sudama replied without Krishna’s question. Like our all friends do if they get better marks than us. ‘Have you decided in which stream do you want to pursue further?’Sudama asked. ‘I don’t know but my parents wants me to choose science, so it’s okay.’ Krishna replied. ‘Let’s go to Pioneer school in Vanthali, I have heard its best in science.’ Sudama said. ‘ya we don’t have an option here in Ramgadh.’ Disappoint was dreaded from Krishna’s voice.

 

Students of village have to transfer to town for higher education, because they don’t have higher education facilities in village. ‘Eat well, don’t be too skinny, I have packed all your things properly, don’t misplace anything. Thepla, pickle, gathiya is in front cabinet. Don’t share them anyone. Not even dogs, Krishna. Try to be more responsible. Your elder brother Balram and your best friend Sudama is there for your help, don’t go outside of hostel in night.’ Yashoda mother spoke it in one breathe. ‘Mom, don’t worry.’ Krishna interrupted her Mom and hugged her. ‘Enjoy yourself in Vanthali, son.’ Nandlal sreplied with a short answer and a little hug just like a cool dad. ‘Don’t forget to call me every day with your CDMA sim-card.’ Yashoda was weeping badly, Krishna cleaned her tears.

 

Life in hostel, I don’t need to mention anything, ‘night is a day and day is a night’, proper prototype for hostel life. Facebook, cards, Whatsapp, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram, crush-talks are the best time-passes. Coffee shop, tea shop, restaurants, gardens are best hangouts. Krishna is also a human, his relation with Radha reached special bond here. Although he doesn’t understand Calculus, Pythagoras, Newton, Kepler and so on. Why scientists ever born in the world!!! Now he realizes why students are constantly prayed to him during exams. He also wrote an email to his ancestor Vishnu God for help. That’s how he completes 11-12 science and came back to his village, here he got relief to take breathe.

 

He joined engineering as most people do after science, right. His Eighteenth birthday, a period of adolescence was over. Now his father realizes that he is mature enough to know the truth so he told the truth in detail. Krishna met his real parents and took oath to give justice to them.

Krishna sued government beckoned fertilizer companies and insurance companies in court. Judge stunned by hearing Krishna’s argument. As the result of his arguments judge passed full claim amount for all the victim farmers. Many publication houses decided to publish ‘Bhagvadgita part-2’ from his arguments. He didn’t stop here, he started an agriculture research company and convinced aspired students and scientist to work in the company. That’s how he took revenge to fertilizer companies.

 

As we all know Krishna had 16016 wives in past birth, I know readers are eager to know about his love life in this birth. But this time story goes different way, Krishna told Radha, ‘Radha remember how we first met

Radha, you were seating in the void with her eyes drowned in the words of salamander.

Your innocent oval face, oiled bunned hair, perfect voice and fiery eyes and book in her right hand

was she goddess Sarswati

was I alone to notice it

no, I better reach before my competition make any move

I stood over her face blocking my competition’s view

She looked up flickering in her eyes

was it lack of sun rays or my opponent sun had lost his battle

she looked up in my eyes thinking about stupid bloke standing between god of love Kaamdev and her soulmate book

I quickly realized her sense of insecurity and was ready to fall back

but I read the name of her soulmate.’

‘that’s Krishna’ Radha said in shy tone.

And Krishna asked permission of her parents to marriage, their parents also agreed about marriage. And most awaited marriage of Krishna and Radha happened. All is well when End is well.


Again featured image courtesy, Nisang Vora. This is the first and one of the few short story I’ve ever written. Thank you so much for reading it until end.

 

 

 

Janmashtami

In the stormy dreadful night, the Baby had born in the jail. Baby was travelling towards Mathura with his dad.  A huge river Yamuna stopped that baby’s way but the baby split Yamuna in two parts with his magical power and took 5 headed snake for his roof to stay protected from the stormy rain. I don’t think that baby needs any introduction. Eighth avatar of Vishnu God Mr. Krishna Vasudev Yadav, he took a birth to `free earth from evil, he was friend of humanity and enemy of devil. He is also a preacher of most selling book in India ‘ The Bhagvadgita‘, but unfortunately no one reads it. From my sources he is writing sequel of his book so we need to stay tune with his new activities on www.kanudo.natkhat.in

 

What can I say about his greatness, once Krishna had a conflict with God Varuna so god Varuna started heavy rain in Vrindavan .But as we know Mr. Krishna Vasudev Yadav the naughtiest boy in the world. He pulled up Mr. Govardhana mountain on his pinky and started playing flute by other hand. All Gopis started doing Garba when he plays with his flute. He flirts with every Gopi, but in his heart there is special place for only one and only Radha, who is older than him still they are the perfect couple in the world. They don’t need to go to perfect couple competitions. On his birthday, obviously ‘Janmastami’. On the holy day of janmashtami we make pyramids to break Matukis. Then what we eat, lots of butter with Bhakri, please don’t ask about next day, digesting that amount of butter in today’s biological cycle God bless us.

 

sharing butter with friends and monkey is his cool way

Enemies’ fear for his Sudarshana Chakra’s slay

It completes a short story of his life in a day.

But at last Krishna doesn’t let any evil stand in the world and kill his uncle Kansh the king of evil and took his revenge. As you read earlier Lord Krishna protected from rain by five Headed Snake so god Krishna is the first person who actually used Umbrella !!! Seriouslly !!! That’s right. Limca Book of world record will definitely note this achievement. The naughtiest and unstoppable personality, no one can stop him rather than his Mother Yasoda’s Palav.

“Bolo shree krishna Kanaiya lal ki Jay”


This article was written in last Janmashtami. And the featured image you can see is hard work of my friend Nisang Vora.

Tomorrow at 12 o’ clock one story on Janmashtami is launching so stay tune.

Life Overrated-Overdefined

Time can neither be caught nor be bought

Time is same for all, but times are not

Born nothing and will die being a naught

So be grateful about what you have got

Nothing is permanent, is permanent

Everything perishes, moving or stagnant

Time will perish but dreams are not born to kill

Even a small wound takes time to heal

However the end makes your heart shatter

Its the journey that really matters

Sometimes through the journey however hasy it may seem

You have to move ahead of problems and everything’s gonna redeem

Although you may say that you don’t care

But you’ll always be in a situation of seeking approval

However surrounded by people you may be

If they are not your closed ones, your will always feel alone

Meanwhile in the journey of lifeBe honest to yourself and your wife!!

Hope you don’t mind, yourself being kind

Coz an eye for an eye will make the whole world blind

I don’t know how to conclude

What to include and what not to include

Talking about life, all I can say

Joy and sorrow will always be on your way

We are just actors here as they say

Where He is the director of the play

So you open and drink bottles of zest

And then try to perform at your best

Bro to Bro Conversation

Bro 1: Hey bro, how are you? How’s everything going in your life?

Bro 2: How come you are talking about serious things like “life”? You had coffee this morning , hadn’t you?

Bro 1: Yeah I did. I was just goofing around a bit.

Bro 2: Yeah I know. Lives of many people pass like this only.

Just wandering aimlessly like nomads having no base for their thinking.

Let me tell you what really life is. Don’t panic. I won’t be giving any shitty definition about life. It is not, as my negative bros would say  “Arre kya rakha hai life main, khao piyo aur karo marne ka intazaar”  (eat sleep repeat till death).

It is also not, as my positive bros would say, “A divine journey from birth to death seeking God’s appraisal at each moment”.

The thing I hate about these people is that they always want everything in black or white.

A positive bro would say,”Oh how divine is this. God is showering love on his loved ones, like this.” Bro, its not love, that bird is shitting on you. Get the hell out of there.

Life is an experience. A journey. Not any mathematical term which can be defined.

Bro 1: But still it can be defined as ‘birth to death’.

Bro 2: But the thing you are missing here is to ‘live’. Living each moment from birth to death. Seizing each moment as if it were your last. Not like doing maut ka intazaar(waiting for death).

Bro 1: Why bro? A lot of load in a single minute ?😦😦😧😩

Bro 2: I haven’t had coffee this morning, that’s why.

Bro 1: Now I need some coffee😒😒

 

DISCLAIMER: These comments above are subject to experiences. Please experience life carefully before accepting.

 

Why Indian Men Are Best Cook

As Indian men are known for a great helper to a wife, mother, girlfriend, sister. As we prefer to call it as a men cook. To be honest we would love to cook different dishes and that’s not enough. After cooking we’d love to clean kitchen. Removing dirt from dishes is the favorite part Indian men like after cooking.
(Request to repeat these steps to all my brother Bhakts, who shouts Swatch Bharat in India -Bhakt No.1)

First Paragraph Of This Article Strongle Written To Give A Voice To Male Perspective In Blogging World. Don’t Try To Compare This With Your Husband, boyfriend, Son or Brother. There Might Be Some Assholes living In Indian. We Can’t Denie That. And A Hope That My Mom or Future Wife Will Never Read This Post.

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How I killed him

I,been constantly running from my issues
Tears were coming and I needed some tissues
It wasn’t handcuffs and restriction
It was a mere case of introspection

He was born and built inside me
When envy and fear stood beside me
He was nothing but the Inferiority complex
And he never dampened but became convex

About success and failure which are the things which matter
I had achieved many, but were only the latter
To be back with a bang was my decision
Filling my mind with madness and ambition

People always underestimated me and so did I
Didn’t grab the opportunity with a hopeless sigh
Mind sometimes rebelled, but intact was my self
I knew,an ethical penny is better than much unctuous pelf

Rather than being sorry for myself
Finding tenacity and chutzpah inside, after a delf
I uppishly clinched to go for a chase
Coz slow and steady wins the race

Here I am , living with no regrets
Killing all my elapsed debts
Not money, it was the inferiority complex
A debt which was metamorphosing convex


Conclusion: Having turned down everywhere in life, I was feeling kinda inferior. But one                             day I made a little girl smile by giving her a piece. That day a realized that we                             all matter and this world is a puzzle and we all are a part of it and are                                           equal.Guys, I don’t feel inferior now, and now I am going to propose                                             Priyanka Chopra….wish me luck!!!

 

 

 

 

 

3 days 3 quotes : last day

This is a last day of a glory. As my fellow bloggers who had once gone through this challenge and have written these challenges way better than I ever could. What a decent quotes by famous personalities like Gandhiji, Martin Luther King, Paulo Coelho and here I am. Choosing childish Harry Potter and stupid Murphy’s law. So this is my last chance to improve my impression in blogging world by putting decent plot by a decent great person. I was really confused at first, then I made a list of decent persons and  by short down one to one, I have found a most decent decent person of century. Yes, you’re hearing right. He is right with you. Just close your eyes and open it and continue this activity twice and you’ll find nothing. Because nice place to find him is by just scrolling down because now your waiting period is over. And he is………….>

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3 Days 3 Quotes Challenge : day 1

Yay..yippee..yay..I got nominated for 3 days 3 quotes challenge by beautiful blogger Harshi. This challenge is  really fascinating to me ever since I joined blogging world. Now thanks to Harshi, I also have mine one as well.

In first day, I would like to go with my favorite quote.

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Life is a same everyday, wait I don’t mean same in positive way but ruthless, dark, polluted with high pinched screams.  Sleeping on your bed with laptop on your stomach, streaming favorite TV series from Game Of Thrones to Big Bang Theory and having a big yawn and a thick soda bottle beautiful glasses. What bad can I happen to me, I’m totally wrecked pathetic over weighted loser, as time will pass, nothing bad will happen to me. Because I’m a Jinx, wait I’m a Jinx Master(word  stolen from my friend on Instagram:@_jinxmaster) I would give bad luck to creepy demon and this quote is not just a quote it’s an awe inspiration to worry nothing and lay still.

 

I was off from blogging world for several days, so I’m afraid I couldn’t think of any nomination in first place.

How to change life with a rose tattoo

Life before having a tattoo :

Work  pressure, insecurity from terrorist attacks, anxiety from over work is a definition of living in 21st century. We’re so stressed out now that we can’t give time to our loved ones but instead our mind spoiled with anger. That’s why relationship issues creates from stupid reasons. Your partner, kids or parents continue complaining about, you don’t give me much time blah..blah.

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A diary of an awkward asocial boy

Disclaimer: I’m writing something after a month, so read further at your own risk

Days and nights are passing like a speed of light, before even one flick eye millions of rays of chronos passed in the fourth direction. If we think in this period, what changes human occupied in their genetics is the question remain unsolved for scientists for centuries.

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The First Morning

5:oo am : My alarm rang. As a daughter in law, it’s my duty to wake up first before any other wake up. That’s what my mom told me. What a bullshit! Why in the earth, people wake up at the 5:00 am in the morning. I wanted to put my request in UN(United nations) to declare any early morning person as a terrorists and threat to any society, and give order of shoot at sight who wakes up in the early morning.

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Readers, would you like to order some articles

Today, I went to hotel with my diary. Have you imagine anyone with diary at hotel? I certainly look like some kind of waiter. (anyways, waiters are always Indians) readers, would like to order something. I could post articles of your choice. Sarcasm is our specialty sir. Ingredients of sarcasm dish is over exaggerating and over reacting in small events. Sir I know this dish is literally over priced but is Shah Jahan thought for budget then how would he had built so wonderful place like Taj Mahal. I know sir none of my words, explains your question, but still readers would you like to order some articles, you can place order through comments. Thank you sir and madam for visiting.

we should repay our debts to evil bastards

All the time we saw each other

We wear creme and khaki as college dress

Everyone wants to look as colorful as our heart

But we were bound to rules

She wanted to break all the rules and follow the path of her heart

but I stopped her as I am always matured but honestly coward

I wanted to change my image and show how I capable to support her shoulder to shoulder

But I frightened that result will come with a high price to us

We shouldn’t fight those evil rule makers; that’s all I spoke

Here she goes, as fearless

She started protest without anyone’s support

Those evil bastards tried to make her retreat

By threatening her to make her carrier miserable

she bore all the pain and give the answer as subtle to me

Her answer gave new hope to me

She fell from all the sides

Here I am, thinking about things I never care

and ignored the person which I cared most in the world

I stood up from hell and sat beside the angel

she raised her eyes and rejuvenated her energy to fight

now our fight to look colorful as our heart

and we should pay our debts to evil bastards