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19/06/2020

Chapter-1
The big test
Stuart an MBA student in the final semester of his course was getting ready to face the biggest hurdle in his life i.e. interview. He had always stumbled and crumbled in his previous attempts. This was his 7th attempt and all of his previous attempts were epic failures. Stuart was found to be a bundle of nerves. This was stuart’s last chance saloon. This was his last chance to get placed through on campus recruitment. He was edgy because he knew that his chances of getting a job through Walk-ins were quite slim. He had to go through three brick walls to land himself a job. The first brick wall was in the form of debate. Stuart was soft spoken and a man of few words. He had always tried to stay away from scathing arguments all his life. Debate was definitely not his forte.
280 aspirants were classified into a group of 28 with each group comprising of 10 members. Stuart had to compete with nine other aspirants to go through to the next stage. Four from each group would get elevated to the next round.
Each group was asked to move to different classrooms for the ease of conducting debate. Stuart and his group members were asked to move to section A. Section A was the same classroom where Stuart attended all the lectures. An air of familiarity helped Stuart to settle his nerves a tad. The moderator walked into the room making ripples in the mind of all the male aspirants in the classroom. If ripples were created in the minds of male candidates then definitely the moderator had to be a lady, not just a lady, an insanely gorgeous one. The kind of beauty that would make you forget the occasion, time or even yourself. Most of them couldn’t take their eyes off her. They looked at each other and nodded their head as if they were all acknowledging the fact that she was the mother of all beauties. Her eyes could talk, her lips were like rose apple and her face as a whole was radiating the nonchalant beauty fro

19/06/2020

...Love and hatred....

Can we overpower hatred?
Can we spread love?
Can we love the hated and
bring them back to life?

Hatred is infectious,
And it could kill love in an instant.
Love is a slow cure,
And it might take years to abate the hate.

Hatred is the darker shade of love,
Hatred is the stronger shade of love,
Hatred is the fiery side of love,
Hatred is born from love,
Hatred is the blind son of love.

Hatred has emerged from love,
and hatred could only immerge in love,
Nothing else could cure hatred-
except love.

-Kurt✨

19/06/2020

Miracle isn't something that we always associate with ordinary lives . Is it? Sometimes or most of the time it does happen but most of the time we are not good enough to realize it. Miracle will not always be a fortuitous or an extraordinary event, miracle could just be clarity of thought, miracle could be making the sensible choices,Miracle could be standing for what you believe, Miracle could be staying loyal to people you love, Miracle could be resonating the love and warmth,miracle could be anyone or anything that we take for granted, Miracle could be your parents, your siblings,your nephews,your friends,.......,or even a stranger.

-Kurt✨

19/06/2020

Broken heart and shattered dreams,
Are the cost of love.
Lost in passion,
Lost in dreams,
When in love.
Lost in despair,
Lost in agony,
When out of it.

The spell of love,
The essence of life,
The spell of love,
The lyrics of life,
When in love.

The spell of love,
The deafening chime,
The spell of love,
The sickening illusion,
When out of it.

-Kurt✨

19/06/2020

....Shooting Star....

A kid is slowly walking back to his home after school.He looks very much bemused.Normally he would run back to his home and would reach his home within 10 minutes but today he is crawling back to his home as if he lost faith in everything that he believed. Today he reached home after 30 minutes.He removed his footwear and threw his bag to one corner and ran to the kitchen.His Mother was preparing his favourite snack ‘Banana Roast’.Mother kissed his son and asked him “why are you late my boy?”.kid didn’t give any answer. He took one banana roast from the bowl and went to the dining room and sat there.Mother was bit worried.She went and sat near him and touched his chin with affection and asked him ”what happened?”.Kid didn’t give any reply. His silence was making mother more anxious.She cuddled him and asked again ” please tell me, what happened?” .Kid replied”Mother I hate science”.Mother asked him with a smile on her face “ why don’t you like science?Did your teacher beat you?.Kid replied “science spoiled my dream”Mother do you remember the bedtime story about Shooting star that you told me when I was at Kindergarten?.
Mother replied “ uhhh,I used to tell you a lot of bed time stories during those days.you were one naughty boy .you never used to sleep without hearing one.Those stories were meant to give you a good sleep.Do you Still remember those stories?and how can science spoil your dreams?.
The kid replied “ Mother I don’t remember all those stories but I clearly remember the story about the shooting star”
Mother told him that she couldn’t recollect that story and asked him to tell that story so that she could assess how that story had a conflict with science and inturn spoiled his dream.
Kid started narrating ”Mother it was a night with rain,lightning and thunder.I wasn’t able to sleep.I was afraid of lightning.I kept my face close to your shoulder and told you that I was afraid of lightning and I couldn’t sleep .At that time you kissed

19/06/2020

Here I stand,
Deep in thought,
Here I stand,
Far from ease.
Here I stand,
Cursing my luck.

Here I stand,
On a chilly night,
With scary thoughts,
Of falling short.

Here I stand,
hoping and hoping,
For that turn around!
Here I stand,
Dreaming and dreaming,
For that kiss of luck!

-Kurt✨

19/06/2020

They judge, they believe they are entitled to , they believe your silence is their license to insult, they will surely get on your nerves, they will remind you time and again that you are inferior, they will barge into your space just to tell you that you don't belong, Being a dork is super hard.

-Kurt✨

19/06/2020

You have been watching me all the way,
But you chose not to direct me, you chose not to leave any hint,
Maybe you still believe I can figure it out all by myself,
I have been stumbling all the way,
But you still believe I can figure it out all by myself,
I have faith in you Lord, you will never fail me.

-Kurt✨

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