nitesh pandey

Friends, I was returning after vacations and really the journey was boring. So, I asked this man in his 60’s ,sitting next to me, “Uncle how will you motivate anyone, what are the things we all have but we don’t care about..??” He first hesitated but said, “let me tell you a story”.       Once an unhappy man was about to commit sucide. At the last moment a stranger who looked like a saint, stopped him and asked, “what are you going to do ??”   the man asked adding , “I am too poor to eat . I have nothing in this world. I prefer death over poverty”. The saint told him that if he really wanted to die then he could help him(the saint), and said , “I need a pair of eyes.If you donate your eyes to me , I’ll give you 10K dollars.” “I am not a fool,” retorted the man.The saint tried to convince him again. “ what would you do with your eyes after death, give them to me.You need the money.” Said the saint. When the man didn’t agree, he said, “Alright, give me yours ears a

People who read my blog, usually ask me one question “Nitesh , How you get idea to write these articles and stories.”   I really don’t know the specific answer of this question; sometimes I get the idea when my dreams are interrupted in night , when I meet my friends after a long time, or when I am travelling to  a new place; sometimes I get the idea from the nature and the people surrounding; sometimes its all about memories and past experiences that  inspired me to write about those topics; sometimes its all about fantasies that are shaped into an article ; and sometimes it is my imaginations and hope for future that are moulded into words. I tried to answer this question in a poetic way; Read it and share your views, how much I succeeded to answer your question. ना हैं कोई कविता ये , ना ही कोई गजल हैं लिखता हु जो में वो , मेरा बिता हुआ कल हैं लफ्जो में कर देता हु बयाँ , दिल का मैं अफसाना ना दुनियादारी की समझ , ना ज़माने की अक्ल हैं कुछ अधूरे ख्वाब हैं , कुछ अन

Friends , Last week I got a mail from USA with some interesting contents...... this is a story shared by Enna Alfreda .. it is her experience... and as usual I have just paraphrased it.. !!     Traveling for three months at a time was part of my job and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I got to book hotels that I have always wanted to stay at and eat at places that I could not afford. But on one night, I got more than I had anticipated when I booked a room at a newly built hotel in Berks County, PA. As I entered the building, I was impressed by the cleanliness and décor and was soon greeted by the woman behind the front desk. I did the normal check in procedures and she handed me a key card to Room 212 and I was off to the elevator with my bags. As I got to the door, I swiped my card and nothing happened; the little light didn’t turn green or red, so I tried again. Still nothing. So, I opted to try one more time before I ventured back down to the front desk. This time, both light

“Yes…I am in love.”…yeah, I am sure about it…please lock this Mr.Bhagwan… said Nikhil..                                     (last paragraph is important before any conclusions..)  No…not this way…Let me shout a loud to shake the world with the words of love…Let me send the sound waves of my voice to every corner of this universe… Let me speak about the most wonderful and exciting feeling inside me. Love is the most amazing thing happened with me till now…but I really don’t know how to react on it. I mean I feel like I am behaving abnormally these days…I feel crazy inside but there is a blushing on my face; I want to speak a lot but when it comes to speak, I stop myself with just a smile. I really don’t know what I am doing but these are just trailer of the sensation that sails my soul boat in the ocean of love these days. My wildest dreams are like put a cap at head, mike in hand and sing loudly like Himesh Reshmiya, curve my hand and dance like Salman Khan on the beats of Da