Ghumakkar's Diary

Finally inspired by a friend blogger Ritu KT , I could able to gather some courage to participate in this Camp NaNoWriMoJuly 2013 . I have had already planned for the 50,000 words challenge scheduled for November, so for the camp I kept the target at 20,000 and language opted is Hindi. Reasons are simple , first to be in rather achievable limits (targeting galactically high not always helps), second Hindi would for sure help me to convert the flow of thoughts in to words easily and efficiently, and third it may let me back achieving the interest and competence in my mother tongue again :) ( yes, I actually feel so lost and fragile in Hindi these days ). Camp NaNoWriMo A marathon event PADE is already going on, July Camp will only put pressure on me that too in a month which I am already seeing fully packed up and heavily planned. What I need is determination ( now, I don’t believe in wishes and luck ), let’s see how it turned out to be. I will try to update the status of m...

When I died some 20years ago, I didn’t realize would ever be worshipped for something I could have actually tried to avoid. I tried to re-write it, tried to erase the mistake I did; but, it’s not always the way one wishes! I am Om Singh; they fondly call me Om Bana or more lovingly Bullet Baba. Chotila is the village where I was born and brought up into a Bulleteer. It was 1991, month I don’t remember – for it never mattered to me; it was just another pleasant night in the hot sands of Rajasthan when I died. Time stopped that day, at least for me! Om Bana's Bullet - Riding towards Sunshine, Riding towards Sanity Like any other young youth of there times, I too had an ambitious heart raving high on his Bullet through the yet-to-be metalled roads of Rajasthan. I brought up in a family, affluent to most of the resources, if not like rajahs. Chotila was my kingdom, friends my life and Bullet – the mighty machine I ride. Alcohol was another special friend, who dragged me to ...