My Path to GET PUB­LISHED

RAVINDRA SINGH THAKUR

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Ravindra Singh Thakur

This jour­ney has been started two years back then, On 12th June

2015, from the land of In­dore to Bina (U.P). I went through one of the hard­est and worst sit­u­a­tions in my life. be­cause in the end, I had lost finest and great­est thing of my life...

How­ever, later I couldn't rec­og­nize what I was feel­ing for oth­ers. I had bunked all classes in the 7th se­mes­ter. "If any fac­ulty ask me about lec­tures", My eyes turned into red, and my tears were creep­ing on my cheeks. I tried to hide that pain by flirt­ing, mak­ing more and quan­tity of friends but those things were not work­ing out for me. I tried to pen down so many write-ups every day. It didn't sat­isfy my soul. There have been times when my hand was stopped and tears were pour­ing on mo­bile screen and com­puter key­board. Real Friends of mine asked me about My "writ­ing and Other things". My lips couldn't have the courage to ut­ter a sin­gle word at that mo­ment. And then, Fi­nally, I had com­pleted my 7th Se­mes­ter with 70%. And first time in my life some­one told me, about my per­cent­age and said, "Chote, it's not enough for mak­ing a good re­sult". Sev­eral times that thing strokes my mind with lots of mem­o­ries. I was not able to rec­og­nize, from where and how to write this "Novel".....

1 year passed as it is. I had thought about the plot of the story, and how­ever, I re­al­ized "jaha sab mile the vahi se shu­ru­aat karni chahiye". I didn't count my sleep­less nights,

"in­nu­mer­able times my par­ents asked me, "did you cried at last night?" It's scary what a smile can hide de­spite know­ing, I'm a sim­ple per­son, "Who hides a thou­sand feel­ings be­hind the hap­pi­est smile".

My mother used to think "Ravin will be­come mad for his best friend". Every day I talked about him to my par­ents. I started to at­tend Par­ties and mak­ing new friends. I re­mem­ber, when­ever "I missed him" that mo­ment, how I re­acted be­cause On sev­eral morn­ings; I had tears notch­ing on my pil­low. At the time of project only my fin­gers typed in­nu­mer­able words in notes, my friends al­ways say, me "Bhai project par dhayan de le".

I gave a fake look at that time and said: "yes, I'm work­ing on the project".

"Place­ment" was go­ing on in the cam­pus. But, my Destiny wanted to re­side in the des­ti­na­tion of "Writer's world of Books" so, I got a re­jec­tion from count­less com­pa­nies and mul­ti­tudi­nous kicked so many of­fer let­ter's. Fac­ul­ties asked me, "About my place­ment at that time"- My lips were zip locked and they said,"we know you will do dif­fer­ent things and you know which thing is best for you".they com­pleted their sen­tence by this words.

Fi­nally! I had com­pleted my 8th se­mes­ter, with 83.33 per­cent­age, ev­ery­one was shocked be­cause I was a part of all other ac­tiv­i­ties. ex­cept "Aca­demics." On That same day, Pankaj Bhaiya told me "chote Kar dikhaya tune".

And some­thing un­like ra­tio­nal rolling in upon my head.and I wanted to com­plete one prom­ise, "Beta uska Naam jab

Bhi

lo to muskrate hue lo" this lines and words are re­spon­si­ble for this Novel. "Prom­ises stays alive for life­long but hu­mans doesn't". I wanted to fab­ri­cate his name im­mor­tal by my words and bring him into ex­is­tence.

I did this thing in "An­nual Fest" of my col­lege but, my heart ex­claimed!, to do great­est for him. Count­less times, I had tried to wrote con­tin­u­ally 3 to 4 hours. In the end, I re­al­ized, I missed few things. then, I erased it over again.I had read nu­mer­ous amount of books. And then it took a heav­enly turn­ing track. "I've writ­ten in around 16 An­tholo­gies" one ebook which got pub­lished. I don't know how I write and how­ever, Novel is not for writ­ing and other things.

A ray of hope for Par­ents and Pas­sion of mine. In the END, I will re­live him, by my words be­cause," HE IS THE FINEST EX­AM­PLE OF FRIEND­SHIP FOR THE EN­TIRE WORLD".

"THIS IS THE MY PROM­ISE OF MINE, TO IN­SPIRE OTHER'S,"

Nu­mer­ous peo­ple crit­i­cized me; for my write-ups, yet, I didn't stop my ink to quirls on pa­per.

In this jour­ney, many peo­ple came into my life and many left me all alone. I want to thank all those who stood by my side by be­ing a pil­lar of my strength.

Thanks a lot, En­gi­neer Piyush Ku­mar Pandey, for Re­liv­ing in our life all over again by "TWIRLS and TWIST: FRIEND­SHIP V/S LOVE".On 11th Oc­to­ber 2017.

This isn't a Novel it's an in­te­gral part of mine. A soul, A best friend's mem­o­ries would be cher­ished through­out my whole life.

This story has dif­fer­ent types of emo­tions, best friend's love, cou­ples: how their life turned, friends goals and in­spi­ra­tion to in­spire other's. A story about how col­lege friends can go to their best friend’s to com­plete their pas­sion­ate dreams. That's how I be­came "Au­thor".Er Ravindra Singh Thakur. Cur­rently, I'm work­ing on my an­other Novel. All I want to say to all my reader's: "Dream­ing in "LIFE" is about risk­ing every­thing for a "DREAM" which no one can see but YOU".

(As told by the au­thor)

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