Rohit Sharma

दो दिन हो गए थे भूल जाता था. पापा को बताना है की उन्होंने जो साबुन घर से चलते वक़्त मेरी बैग में दाल दिया था, हां वही खुसबू वाला, बड़ा अच्छा है. उसे मैंने तीन दिन पहले खोला. पहले तो उसने मेरी अलमारी को जीवन दे दिया. जब भी उसे खोलो तो बेल की फूलों की तरह पूरे कमरे को प्राण दे देती है. पापा ये साबुन अच्छा है. अच्छी खुसबू है इसकी. मोजा! नल पे पानी नही आ रहा आज. मोटर चालू करनी होगी. मैं जैसे ही बाहर निकालने को हुआ, सामने वाले कमरे में रहने वाले आयुष ने अपना दरवाज़ा खोल दिया. मैं रुक गया. उसके कदम सुने जो की सीढ़ी चढ़ रहे थे. फिर कट की आवाज़ आयी. उसने मोटर के स्विच को ऊपर कर दिया था. आलस था, इसलिए मेज़ के पास वाली कुर्सी में जाके बैठ गया. बिस्तर में पैर ऊपर कर लिए. पहले ऐसे ही बैठा हुआ था. फिर मोबाइल को तकल्लुफ दी. इंतजार करने के बाद सोचा की मंजन करता हू पहले. टूथपेस्ट को निचोड़ चुका था. आज का काम हो जाना था. लौटते वक़्त भूल जाता हू नया खरीदना. ये रीति कब से चले आ रही है. किसी तरह से उसे दबा दबा के आज का कोटा निकलवा लिया. इत्मीनान से मंजन करने का सौभाग्य रोज़ नही मिलता. बाल्टी में कल रात कपडे ...

Antarman Se Kabhi Kabhi is my first book. It is published accidentally, or I should rather say, experimentally… There are some 180 pages in the book, filled with short articles which I scribbled or typed on the mobile screen based on my observation of the surroundings. There are short poems as well. These are something which is out of true feelings and few manipulated ones. As idea emerged to get the thoughts published, I searched for ways on the internet. Shortly I came across Notion Press as the publisher and I chose it instantly. Thereafter, I contacted them and understood the procedure. They offered me packages for which I would be provided with teams to get all things done, from designing cover page to fonts to marketing and so on... I chose to self-publish this. I chose to do all the things myself. First because, I could design the manuscript myself, second , I wanted a firsthand experience for myself, third , I was short of budget. In the process, I was excited and hur...

Yes I remember NIT Silchar The blue sky, rusty hostels, and the sandy roads Who would forget them? Not me. I have mortal qualities. The call of vendor for ‘Mistee’, the sweet Walking through the hostel's gallery Hanging both sides in his shoulders Mistee – get one in Rupee five Such a life The leisure of Saturdays and Sundays The food of mess & The busy first-year long line The plates we carry and could sit anywhere Among the five hundred new The new faces and the child in me alive How could I forget NIT Silchar? The incandescence and the Thundermarch Papon and Zubeen The festival Bihu and the elegant dance The Maggi of floor three And the tired water cooler The common TV room And the cricket matches And our turn for the Table tennis board The proxy war My room, my bed The building SAC The ever eventful NIT Silchar is unforgettable Sorry, not in this life I am grateful for the golden time .. I will be ...

Let rain be good to them How? I have no idea Can I be superman and work on their behalf And earn And let them enjoy rain? When it rain Should they not as well enjoy The rain And the water And the dark sky And the coldness And breathe And love And sigh In relief Like others... They will enjoy Nonetheless They will, the most They don't have to sit in cubicles And in air packed offices Away from rain and the life... When it rains Let's watch it And play your song And smile