Pawan Kumar Jha Writer

If the ability to write creatively were possible through courses, the world would rather have become the hub of institutes imparting knowledge on creative writing skills. Can’t deny the veracity of some institutes though, but if you ask me I never went for online creative writing course, or will not do so in future as well.  Why?  To my empirical insight, writing is more  ‘application of your thought in the fashion that is semantically unique’   than  ‘application of an imposed thought-pattern that is semantically artificial and sometimes an esoteric imposition’ .  This is why the world is fraught with  countless writers bereft of distinctive flair in writing , but very few (finger-countable) ones who are truly gifted in their niche. As self-explanatory as it seems, success kisses the latter while oblivion is the reward of the former . You will, if you Google down your query, receive deluge of pros and cons discourses arguing whether or n...

Call it my all-time favourite lullaby, or childhood ignorance of the wisdom of the words (when granny preached me the devoutness of simplicity in her usual expansive definition), my recent encounter with a rather scornful, unintended and possibly unprecedented event factored in me the generation of somewhat new-fangled ideology in a definition bearing close proximity to brute versus civility or brawn versus brawl kind of occurrence. I was raised in a family with impressively well-off atavistic personality legacy. My great-grandpa was a landlord of more than 1000 acres of land parcels in those eras where landlord system prevailed in the then British-ruled India. Even today, my personal assets combined by the ancestral properties amount to incalculable assets, post distribution into great-grandpa’s three sons, and thence to my father and his two kin brothers. Genetically, I carry an air of steely personality verisimilitude of my grandfather’s, an ancestral leg...

Time : 09.13 AM, Noida, India Was awaken from the reverie only to hear shouts being raised in a voice that seemed like coming from the mouth of children caught up in usual scuffle over something.  Driven to curiosity, I leaned from the window of my flat, and what I saw was the spectacular sight of large procession of school kids flowing down the street alleys like the streams of calm river. All of 'em' raising slogans of national anthem and singing patriotic songs in unison. The kids queued up in formation of large procession carrying tricoloured flags, chanting in chorus "Sare jaha se acha Hindustan hamara, Vande Mataram" . Visibly excited, the kids were shouting out slogans of national anthem, hailing brave martyrs and Mr. Gandhi. From the window of my home on top floor of this 3-storied apartment building, the procession of school kids clad in the disguise of traditional attire, holding national flag in one hand and using other in clinched fist i...

Some beautiful privileges that I truly enjoy with being a writer stand as follow: I enjoy the beauty of expressing myself, this is something that I find totally irreplaceable creativity of mine. I enjoy the beauty of maximizing vocabulary I'd so time-intensively stockpiled during my school and college days. So far, I have none recourse to leverage on the same, but my writing. I wholeheartedly enjoy the beauty of immersing myself with semantic world. In fact, writing so far been the single recourse that prompted me read books, keep a concise dictionary by Oxford or a book on every short/long-haul journey. I enjoy the beauty of getting inspired from fellow writers, especially those with exceptionality in the niche, those with madly in love with writing, those whose oxygen contains major particles of writing-fixated-affinity when transpired (whose writing is not necessarily a commercially objectified dream). I enjoy the privilege of enhancing the scale of my vocabulary th...

When your family's life at stake, when there's a lingering harm coming near to them in the most devious form, when there's no conciliatory way-out to avert the impending danger, when safeguarding your family from the evil advance becomes the ultimate mission no matter at the cost of your own life, then there comes this PERFECT MURDER in the garb of never-experienced-before thrill, suspense and the endless wild-goose chase on a roller-coaster ride of high-octane sensation..!!! SIMPLY POWERFUL, ENGAGING, SUSPENSEFUL..!!! THE GAME OF PERFECT MURDER VS. PRESUMED INNOCENCE..!! A SPELLBINDING VISUAL WITNESS OF AUDACIOUS INTRANSIGENCE..!!! SUPERB PERFORMANCE BY Ajay Devgn, Shriya Saran and Tabu.  What else could you expect than making this FRIENDSHIP DAY a bit creepily awesome? :) A PERFECT TREAT ON FRIENDSHIP DAY..!!! 

In order to help you better understand how you can avert being possibly a clown-like dumb figure in the eyes of your Facebook friends, I have narrated few key points in the following manners: 1. Sorely Bullshitter If you are given to the temperament of shooting the breeze or splitting hair, or even attempt to blurt out anything tantamount to disregarding your own words, quit this habit on Facebook and on your real life, too. It’s unacceptable. This is not because you should discipline yourself for others, this is because there are or must be certain code of conducts and speaking manner on Facebook. While stupid gossips or senseless diatribe about your neighbour’s new dog/car may humour you or few of the like-minded friends for a while, it is still considered anti—social, dumb-witted, insensitive FB behavior. 2. The Slappable Pervert Facebook has give you the access to millions of global friends. It has given you a free-able opportunity to hang around w...

It is an unspoken responsibility of every Indian to pay respect to their mother tongue, Hindi . However, things on reality ground portray different picture. They delineate our disdainful attitude towards this sweet and possibly the world's richest language of our nation. Most of us cast callous disregard for this language, mostly come perfunctorily from the behaviour of pseudo, sophisticated Indians representing affluent upper class family whose kids barely speak Hindi. They consider it an affront to their overtly inflated social status. Things are taking such a nasty turn, that without sufficient knowledge and understanding of English, you can’t have plum job in virtually any job sector in India, albeit government jobs stand uninfluenced from this linguistic disorder. English is vital beyond words to narrate. Take me for instance, I am a senior executive in digital marketing in a company and I have job responsibility, including writing blogs, articles and various...