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Aakhir kar guddi Rani ne sunehari sharbat pi hi Li wah wah,ab to roz morning tea piyegi.
Thanks so much for taking out time and reading it.Hello Komaal Madam, read the story "Its a Hard Rain"...wow...that was awesome...felt almost as if it was almost a "personal" account of yourself albeit in the form of a story.
Very accurately described the cut throat world of Corporate where nothing is a given. One has to live by the sword and die by it (as the saying goes)..
When it comes to Laying off...nothing matters...you realize..the "hard yards" that you do for the company is for them just to earn the profits...and nothing in it for you at the end...
komaalrani
Thanks so much for enjoying and commenting on the story, comments of friends like you are a pillar of support.लाज़वाब कोमल भाभी जी।।
Agree Madam with your thoughts. This was a story which was "Zara hatke"Thanks so much for taking out time and reading it.
you are absolutely right that i have tried to capture a person who is in late middle age, these lines from story perfectly describe the narrator of the story,
" I am on the wrong side of 40; suffering from diabetes and hypertension, living alone, on the top of middle management or bottom of top management in a big conglomerate.
I have clawed my way on corporate totem pole, but I know how greasy, how fragile it is. Almost burnt out many times, tired, drained and as we all know, every day is a new battle. Yes, these young boys, like piranhas, they keep on grinding their teeth, gnawing at toes and many times I felt the heat but I was just inches away and moved. You either go up or you go down."
Not because it's a story penned by me, but i cajoled you to read it as i feel a story should be like, multilayered.
You must have noticed, i have used four poets in the story just to match the persona of the progenitor, ' But then I enjoy poetry, crosswords, thrillers and movies too (mostly noir) and my wine also, just to give me company on those long lonesome evenings.'
story begins with the famous lines of T.S. Elliot, and again paraphrased in prose, '
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table…'
Dusk was dawning on glass panes of his window, smoke rubbing its muzzle, peeping from outside , streets following like tedious argument, …every evening, it reminded him of Prufrock’s love poem, '
and there is Emily Dickinson, Caurapâñcâśikâ, of Bilhana and story ends with a famous song of Bob Dylan.
Thirdly, many readers presume that my story will be based on Holi related themes, with village background, some bawdy lingo, and that is another aspect for which i requested you to have a look at this story, just to highlight that there are many stories where narrative is entirely different. Even in this long story, out of almost 200 parts hardly 2-3 parts revolve around holi revelries.
Mohe Rang de also has entirely different background.
I can only suggest that whenever you have time, please do try to get some time to read either this story or Mohe Rang de,... your comments will certainly encourage me.
K ने लिखा है न।सारे k सारे अपडेट बहुत ही शानदार है।।।
many many thanks,... ekdm raat men nanad ne apane Bhaiya ke saath Bhabhi ke saath aur Guruvaain Geeta ke saath sb maje liyeKya behatarin update tha night ka maja aa gaya.
Ekdam Geeta ne saaf saaf bol diya hai , subah ka pahla kaam yahi vo aayegi aur Guddi ke saath chaalu,....sab aadte badl rhi hain meri naand kiAakhir kar guddi Rani ne sunehari sharbat pi hi Li wah wah,ab to roz morning tea piyegi.
Awesome super duper gazab updatesजोरू का गुलाम भाग १९९
update posted, please read, like, enjoy and do comment. Your likes and comments enthuse me, spur me to post more, ...