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The sunrise view
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In hindsight,I was right.In the forward path,I was
wrong.The story I also didn't know.It unraveled
slowly.Mysteriously chugging along,making my whole
body quiver with anticipation.Book writing is an
art they say.'They' comprising of wanton
socialites and glorified hoodlums.I want to agree
with them. Yet,at the end of it all, I have to
disagree.
My journey started on that morning when
I was taken to the local sweetmeat shop by my
master.A stout man with a paunch stomach.His only
claim to fame were the jalebis and samosas he
made. It was widely acknowledged as the 'de facto'
lord of the stomach.'Pappu' bhaiya was famous.Oh
yes,my master's name was pappu. He might have been
named something else but then luck has a distinct
role to play always.His father christened him
'paramvir'.His mother wanted her child to be
called 'pushpender'. In the end,truce was made and
they called him 'pappu'.Right from childhood,my
master was creative.He used to make funny faces of
his teachers on his slate in standard 4.In
wrong.The story I also didn't know.It unraveled
slowly.Mysteriously chugging along,making my whole
body quiver with anticipation.Book writing is an
art they say.'They' comprising of wanton
socialites and glorified hoodlums.I want to agree
with them. Yet,at the end of it all, I have to
disagree.
My journey started on that morning when
I was taken to the local sweetmeat shop by my
master.A stout man with a paunch stomach.His only
claim to fame were the jalebis and samosas he
made. It was widely acknowledged as the 'de facto'
lord of the stomach.'Pappu' bhaiya was famous.Oh
yes,my master's name was pappu. He might have been
named something else but then luck has a distinct
role to play always.His father christened him
'paramvir'.His mother wanted her child to be
called 'pushpender'. In the end,truce was made and
they called him 'pappu'.Right from childhood,my
master was creative.He used to make funny faces of
his teachers on his slate in standard 4.In
standard 10, his creativity increased and he used
to mimic them with aplomb. By the time, he passed
out of school( or was rather thrown out),he could
make everything. Truth from lie,war from peace and
even jealousy from love.My master was fond of
snacks too.He used to digest the complex words in
a book and the sweetmeats at home with equal
dexterity.Slowly,as the time passed and his
stomach grew,he started experimenting with the
ingredients.Lo and behold! One day we had the best
jalebis and samosas in the town.That is it for my
master. More talk about him will not let justice
be served to the book.This book is about me.A
newspaper.One whose pages were used for soaking
the oil and then thrown away.My siblings have long
died. Some flew and settled in canals,some were
torn to shreds by dogs and still others were burnt
beyond recognition by the hot oil.I survived. Call
it luck or whatever.Destiny ordained me to tell
this tale and here I am!
The following chapters will open your
eyes about our country as they opened mine.They
to mimic them with aplomb. By the time, he passed
out of school( or was rather thrown out),he could
make everything. Truth from lie,war from peace and
even jealousy from love.My master was fond of
snacks too.He used to digest the complex words in
a book and the sweetmeats at home with equal
dexterity.Slowly,as the time passed and his
stomach grew,he started experimenting with the
ingredients.Lo and behold! One day we had the best
jalebis and samosas in the town.That is it for my
master. More talk about him will not let justice
be served to the book.This book is about me.A
newspaper.One whose pages were used for soaking
the oil and then thrown away.My siblings have long
died. Some flew and settled in canals,some were
torn to shreds by dogs and still others were burnt
beyond recognition by the hot oil.I survived. Call
it luck or whatever.Destiny ordained me to tell
this tale and here I am!
The following chapters will open your
eyes about our country as they opened mine.They
will make you think.They will make you wonder.You
will be amazed that the entire microcosm of the
society lies in tiny particles and not in giant
structures.The journey would be as thrilling as
watching a sunrise.Its warmth slowly soaking in
your skin to liberate your soul.The journey of a
newspaper in its own words...
will be amazed that the entire microcosm of the
society lies in tiny particles and not in giant
structures.The journey would be as thrilling as
watching a sunrise.Its warmth slowly soaking in
your skin to liberate your soul.The journey of a
newspaper in its own words...
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