Death can happen while your alive!

Let me take you a couple of months back when I entered this city. Amongst the red Christmas caps, I decided onto become the Santa for Kolkata people.

Kolkata, the city of joy but don’t go by its name, you can better call it the city of the dead where brain drain is happening at a fast pace so much so that it might become a retired man’s paradise; and when you enter this city people crib about the local politicians for the weak development. But by my experience I know now that its not the mistake of the politicians but the people. They don’t want to wake up no matter what you do, you bring your project to them and they try to dethrone you from your own project. They have a habit of listening half and cheating people of emotions. And when you flow against the water you end up drowning and it is the same that happened with me.

I tried to awaken the dead and instead was about to die myself when an angels video popped on my facebook.

So..yes …I was about to tell you what happened…I don’t hate this city man but just the attitude of a hand full of people. So where was I..my project..

This had been my dream project, through which I wanted to transform the world, which can motivate and build business on new grounds. I moved from Karnataka to West Bengal to execute this project.

I got in touch with a couple of eminent people (at-least that’s what they called themselves until I discovered the truth) who pretended that how much they were interested in charity projects. And than started there game plan, a very subtly though about movement where they tried to sabotage my character, my name, my self respect; but as its told its difficult to identify the wolves in sheep coats. I too couldn’t identify them.

I was so blinded in their love and talks about trust that I gave each and every detail about my idea including the financial projections which showed how the artists will be benefited along with top companies from my project.

There are people who always pray for our well being and there were angels for me too. Their prayers worked and two days before the event they gave me a partnership deed to sign which clearly stated that after my death all my shares shall go to MrX and Mr Y not to my willful heirs.

I am 24. Shocked right?… even I was.

They had even planned to the extent of the method to kill me. By the arrest of one lady I understood the whole game plan.

They pressurized me to sign it and when I didn't, they created a rift between my family and me. By this time I had decided that I don’t belong here…I just want to leave..People here are very weird…I needed my happy world back- the one I was living in Karnataka.

I had skipped my kidnappers in the year 2015- which became a national news but that also never took down my morale. But yes Kolkata had that power and just when I was about to wrip off the nerve, my facebook wall started playing something and my mind got diverted and I started searching on Drag queens.

The next morning with the sunlight i decided that no matter what I will continue with the event. Half of my family came and half didnot, I lost a major part of my heart my grandfather who was my strength didnot come for my event by the end of the event certain numbers got blocked and certain deleted that day I knew who my true family was. I didnot curse these eminent people as I know that god will show them there place very soon.

One lesson which I learnt “God takes your exams because he knows that you shall excel and pass it. He takes exam so that you know who are your own and who are not. But never play with your life as after every dark night comes the sunny day.”

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