Gaurang chaturvedi

  Boy or Girl? — The Question Nobody Wants to Answer Honestly स्त्री शक्ति है, स्त्री सृष्टि है। "Woman is power. Woman is creation." — But bsdk, creation ke saath pain bhi aata hai, and power ke saath loneliness bhi. Overview So, I put up an Instagram story one day. Simple question, no big deal I thought. "Suppose a child is about to be born. That child comes to you and asks — what should I be, a boy or a girl? What's your advice?" And the results? 65% said — be a boy. 35% said girl. Now the reasons that came in were interesting, some were funny, and some were honestly... painful. "Bhai ladke ko zyada freedom milti hai India mein, no contest." "Ladki bano yaar, laws sab tumhare favor mein hain and you know exactly how to use them." "It doesn't matter — your work decides your life." Cool opinions. But none of them actually went deep. Nobody pulled up numbers. Nobody talked about real cases. Nobody talked about what...

  अहं रामो भार्गवो नाम। "Main Bhargava Rama hoon." –Lord Parshuram Overview:- I was thinking about the topic, or any story which people haven’t heard yet, and yet inspiring, story, which basically helps GenZ to think about how great our mythology is, the main thing is i didn't found any topic, so i was scraping the Google, but nothing i found, then one day, i was sitting, doing my regular work, and something came in my mind that, many of the people including me didn’t know about the story of the lord parshuram, we know, mahabharat, then we know ramayan, i am reading ramayan now a days like novel story, will make a blog on that also one day. But common many have seen ramayan, but none know about the lord parshuram… so here i am with the lord parshuram story, in my way, i will narrate it to you, i can’t cover the whole story but, i will try to cover the major part of it, so let’s get started… Chapter 1: "Parshuram banne se pehle woh sirf Rama the..." यथा बीजं तथा ...

The scariest thing in the dark is not what you cannot see — it is what you thought you knew. OVERVIEW:- Hey guys, I know after the Yayati blog a lot of you messaged me — some said it hit different, some said "bhai aur likho," and honestly that kept me going. So here I am. But this time the story is a little different. Yayati was mythology, philosophy, desire and consequence — all wrapped in thousands of years of distance. This one is from the 90s. This one is close. This one could have happened to someone you know. This story came to me through a chain — a friend told me, who heard it from his friend, who heard it from the person it actually happened to. The original guy told his family, his family told someone, and eventually it reached me. That's how these stories travel in India. Not on the news. Not on social media. Person to person, slowly, like a whisper that just won't die. I'll be honest — when I first heard it, I thought it was a ghost...