A Piece from My Life by Nikhil Jhanwar

I am overwhelmed by response I received on my previous Blog An Extraordinary Conversation between Autowala & -Part I  (Those who missed the first part, please visit above link). A Big Thank you to ALL for taking out time for reading it. Here is the thought provoking concluding part; I hope, You will relish reading it ……… A First Phone Call ‘Hello Sir Ji’, Nikhil this side, You can recall, your passenger of Golf Course Road, a Writer’, I called up. ‘Ohh Yeah, Kahiye Nikhil Ji’,   He replied uninterestingly. I said , ‘Sir Ji Aapki Story ne to Aag laga di, I have got more than 600 views in 3 days. And now everyone wanted to know more about you.’   ‘Ji Mai kuch samjha nahi’, He replied.   ‘Arey Sir, I told you, I maintain a Blog on which people visit and read my creations. I wrote a Story on you and it was a Big Hit.’, I explained.  ‘Sach keh rahe aap !, Can I read that Story, ?’, He asked.   ‘Of Cours...

Last week when I went to Gurgaon, I didn’t know a rare short ride with A utowala from Metro Station to Consultant’s office would become the story of my next blog. Sometimes, things happen in life for no reason just because they were destined to be. Here, we go:- After getting down at Sikandarpur Metro Station, I made quick  inquiry  of fare from nearby  auto-drivers  but somehow didn’t convince with them. I recalled my Dad’s good old advice to always scout for some far away autowalas to get better deal. Soon, I found the one and approached him. I asked, ‘Bhiaya ! Golf Course Road.’ He said, ' 70 bucks.' I bargained, ‘It’s too high, I would give Rs. 50.' He replied, ‘No,  My price is fixed.’ I  replied- ‘ Okay, Let's seal at 60 bucks.’ With a smile, he said ‘Bhaiya you came at wrong place, I don't bargain.’ I knew I was at the right place and sat in his auto on his terms. While driving, he explained, ‘ I foll...

Last Sunday when I woke up, everything was usual except some iterations doing rounds in my inquisitive mind. All of a sudden, I could see myself entangled in web of innumerable questions. On first instance I could not figure out what sort of questions I was part of, reasons why they have stroke. On other side, tinkering voice in ears had a clear indication that it was raining. Not every often, A Summer Sunday comes with rain. Ideally I could have avoided those questions and enjoyed the day in its simplest sense. Not every often you find yourself stuck in web like thing. Although, I wanted to run away from these questions, but when You are fond of going into mechanics of Life especially when you are sort of writer, You can never avoid it. I quickly started searching for Place of Peace. Yeah seeking a peaceful place today is toughest thing and searching for it is even more stupid. A quick mind Google took me towards Terrace. Terrace always attracted me since beginning...

One day, as usual, I was on my way to home in a Chartered Bus. It was crowded, most of them struggling for place to settle, some for a ticket, few lucky for a seat. Although, full of noises, still a sheer hollowness, Bus was carrying with it. A quick look at travellers witnessed a different sense of expression on everyone’s face. Most of them were lost somewhere in another world, Some were confused in phase to decide what next, few were feeling satisfied. This made me struck with an interesting thought. What gets us going everyday? What really makes us go to our usual place of work or place of study or place of sport or any other place everyday or so. Every one of us follows a daily routine without break, without questions and sometimes even without reasons. You may not have good day, you may not have achieved something good everyday, you may not have fun everyday, you may not have enjoyed your day. Still you don’t stop do...