Deepak Rana's Blog

���A man��without a dream is a man��waiting for death.���

He was an extremely odd man without a friend. Albert Pinto lived alone; he cooked alone and he ate alone — and he never helped a soul.

But he always invited curiosity in the locality, as he conserved everything even unneeded nature in his realm���he ate rotten flesh, he lived without any electricity, and he had nothing to be called as for entertainment. Nobody visited him ever and nobody had ever seen him in the streets. He kept himself...

Have a safe and bright Diwali. It’s for everyone, so just enjoy! ���

Have a safe and bright Diwali. It’s for everyone, so just enjoy! ☺

‘Juvenile invites, youth tries, adult applies, and the old man dies.’

Johnny had suffered from great inferiority complex duringhis teens, as many of us do. He was sothin that people in the family, neighbourhood, and even school called him‘astraw’.

“Here comes the straw…here comes the straw,” the class sang as Johnny entered the arena of teen angst. All of them had had some kind of complexes, but they distracted themselves by shifting their focusto the straw man, a helpless guy who never retalia...

‘God is everywhere, but who is God?’

“The place beyond the clouds is heaven,” my mom said, pointing towards the gates of paradise in the sky, “and God lives there—”

“Then why do we pray inside the buildings rather than outside it?” I interrupted out of curiosity.

“Because, son, God wants us to pray in secret, so that he could come down one day to his most beloved children and meet them without telling anyone else–the one who doesn’t pray…”

I had always believed God would come from the clouds, and...

‘Every message has its intrinsic value.’

It was compulsory to write a letter in English for every boarder in the school, but he did not have the clear expressions in English, and he had to write a letter to his mother — his age was ten. The small town Indian boy had no idea how to tell his nonreader mother about how much he had been missing her. But the beloved son wrote the letter with his tears, and poor English.

Dear Maa,

I am learning you every day. I not want to live in this hostel. My tear...

‘In everyone, there lives a Superhero.’

He wanted to be a superhero. He tried all the techniques he knew of becoming one, but to no avail. Laza was a boy with big dreams: he wants to save the world from the bad guys, he wants to be with the beautiful girls of his age and he wants to be very famous.

Laza did not know anything about saving the world, yet he never thought of himself less than a Spiderman of the movies. Once, he got himself bitten by a spider several times, only to fall ill for a w...

‘Useless for one; useful for another.’

Two rag pickers were best friends. They had been picking everything from the streets since they had entered the business. One day, both of them found a shoe of the same pair, in good condition, in the garbage dump; and both of them wanted the other one from the pair desperately.
“Please give me the right one, dear. I need it more than you,” said the ragpicker who had the left shoe.
“No, my dear friend, you don’t need it more than I do…please give me the l...

‘God created men and women, but forgot to put a cycle in boys.’

He was the strangest boy in the entire hostel. He was a slow learner and believed in whatever was preached to him. He was fifteen and his puberty had just started. Everyone did everything in the hostel, but he did only what his parents taught him. He studied, prayed, and never misused his parents’ money. The hostellers were not very happy with the guy’s progress. “He did not know how to masturbate,” he overheard someone in the con...