All Juxtaposed. . .

All time juxtaposition..

Nutshell: I began writing on a fresh subject which might be a part of my new venture other than 'My Infatuation - Love Demystified' It is a book about a character named 'The Lone Soldier' a common guy looking life the commoner way..

An excerpt from my new book, I covet to write breaking all the rules of story telling. . (title not decided)


I don’t know at what crossroads of life I am standing. I neither know if to halt, take a right or left from this end of the road. I know I wish something in life but I am helpless to access that.. And the things I wished to happen in my life happened all but in an incomplete sense. The above statements may not make sense to the reader, so allow me to elaborate.

The thing I wish something in life is love. I received it in every way an individual can, but it got saturated before I could deem it of. The reason behind the saturation is the person behind it. I would never have the person for a life time and spent partially my life in making her strong digesting this fact. But the tables turned, the clock reversed and now I am on the axe side.. I am not able to deem the same thing for her and I am making her away from me with a thought to make the sunken love drying off my life. Distance played a nasty role in making me feel the exactly opposite of what I had set in mind. And the rest was mine desperation and stance of breaking ties with a score of people closer to me. The first being the one who loved me a lot and expected the same from me, and the last being my friend whom I understood a lot, but he never digested my thoughts. I don’t know what is happening around me with the mist in the air filling my lungs and bursting me off. I can’t take it more and say it to her any more. At this peal of time she covets our love to reach at its zenith; its pinnacle when two bodies fuse together like wax. Then, the poignant touch here is what I will be carrying all my life. She would be satisfied enough and mentally prepared as I was at her anchor side. When I looked for my anchor the sea of happiness dried up and made me feel my sea of sorrows all filled and raring to go.

The other things I wished to happen became factual but remained partially incomplete in all sense. I coveted to have money and a job. I got the best company I could and a handsome amount; but at the cost of the isolation I feel and the love all dried up on the papyrus roads to success. I wished to have a job where I would be the engineering brain of all the problems coming my way; rather I became the engineering limbs executing the way. The limbs that danced arranged and did things what the brain commands. The paradox is I lived to come over here and I found here was the thing I was never made of. And what surprises me a lot is people play politics here before me to climb up the ladder I don’t give a fuck to.. I never knew what I was made of but the thing is somewhere in the corner I wished to climb the ladder as in the end money makes me go.. My dreams I wished to fulfill and the scene of victory I always envisaged was in front of my dreaming eyes but I could not find the way to access the dreamy path to the dream gates.. The day I began my efforts, knowing I am all restless I may find my way to the golden gates I covet for. I never knew what happened in my life.

All in my life seems to be a fairy tale. Planned failures and success at subsequent stages in my life made me feel it was a roller coaster ride. Those failures that ruined my life almost and then led me to the success that partially left me feel a loser when I realized the success on the whole. You might think I crib a lot when I say all this but this is all God made me feel. He might think something good about me and might made me realize my dreams after I tread the treacherous tedious path of struggles. But I thank God and I am all ready as the sun of my dream I wish to rise from the skies of my hard work and shedding the clouds of struggles.


Again the above is an excerpt from my new book, I covet to write breaking all the rules of story telling. . (title not decided)


Amit Purohit aka The Lone Soldier