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Life needs a fire of happiness inside me. The one inside me died when people refused to even have a look at my independently published novels. I tried to write books inspired metaphorically by my own life-threatening coma-inducing high-speed bike accident. When the Indian publishers rejected my manuscript, terming it as poorly written or full of proofing errors, I self-published my novels on the Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing Program. So far, I have successfully achieved twice as much success than what I envisioned in my first novel. I completed my graduation despite that accident, just like Akshant did so in the novel. Then I even got the M.Tech on institutional scholarship. Afterwards, I even started a PhD course in Animal Biotechnology from the same ICAR-National Dairy Research Institute as my M.Tech on institutional scholarship, but had to quit it when COVID19 struck. I started preparing for various competitive recruitment exams. I qualified as a Probationary Officer with the Bank of India through the IBPS PO/MT CRP-XII, but joined the State Bank of India as a Probationary Officer because that was a better option. As I had cleared even SSC-CGLE AAuO exam, I later quit the SBI PO job when I received the call letter from my present job. Some people have even dared to defame my novels by rating them badly on Amazon. Now I have to accept that I can't ever expect my friends, relatives, or colleagues to read my novels. I'll just focus on my job and forget that I wasted 14 years in writing and self-publishing the 9 titles on Amazon as Kindle eBooks and hardcopies. Maybe my depression will help me passively **** myself one day. My blood pressure is already much lower than normal. Vitamin supplements help, but temporarily. So many artists have died due to depression. I shall not be the first one. People can go berate my novels on Amazon. My parents tell me that since I have a job now, I shouldn't focus on my creative expression.
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Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 9:03 PM UTC
Atul
Open Letter
Life needs a fire of happiness inside me. The one inside me died when people refused to even have a look at my independently published novels. I tried to write books inspired metaphorically by my own life-threatening coma-inducing high-speed bike accident. When the Indian publishers rejected my manuscript, terming it as poorly written or full of proofing errors, I self-published my novels on the Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing Program. So far, I have successfully achieved twice as much success than what I envisioned in my first novel. I completed my graduation despite that accident, just like Akshant did so in the novel. Then I even got the M.Tech on institutional scholarship. Afterwards, I even started a PhD course in Animal Biotechnology from the same ICAR-National Dairy Research Institute as my M.Tech on institutional scholarship, but had to quit it when COVID19 struck. I started preparing for various competitive recruitment exams. I qualified as a Probationary Officer with the Bank of India through the IBPS PO/MT CRP-XII, but joined the State Bank of India as a Probationary Officer because that was a better option. As I had cleared even SSC-CGLE AAuO exam, I later quit the SBI PO job when I received the call letter from my present job. Some people have even dared to defame my novels by rating them badly on Amazon. Now I have to accept that I can't ever expect my friends, relatives, or colleagues to read my novels. I'll just focus on my job and forget that I wasted 14 years in writing and self-publishing the 9 titles on Amazon as Kindle eBooks and hardcopies. Maybe my depression will help me passively **** myself one day. My blood pressure is already much lower than normal. Vitamin supplements help, but temporarily. So many artists have died due to depression. I shall not be the first one. People can go berate my novels on Amazon. My parents tell me that since I have a job now, I shouldn't focus on my creative expression.
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People are not nice, They can dishearten you, But don't be like mice. Let me tell you a story, My story of victory, It's after the accident. When I was in the ICU, Thought I won't be consequential, But I disappointed them. This young man is alive, An ex-SBI PO, now a DRAAO, Oh I worked hard for it. Did not I, oh life, I don't play the fife, You know, right? Now I talk to you, Yes, you, the dejected one, Now I ask you this: Being a survivor, If I can be successful, Why cannot you?
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May 9, 2024
May 9, 2024 at 10:40 AM UTC
Atul
Inspiring You
People are not nice, They can dishearten you, But don't be like mice. Let me tell you a story, My story of victory, It's after the accident. When I was in the ICU, Thought I won't be consequential, But I disappointed them. This young man is alive, An ex-SBI PO, now a DRAAO, Oh I worked hard for it. Did not I, oh life, I don't play the fife, You know, right? Now I talk to you, Yes, you, the dejected one, Now I ask you this: Being a survivor, If I can be successful, Why cannot you?
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