Abhijit Raj
I've spent years arranging syllables for a paycheck, and even longer doing it for the pure love of the craft. My portfolio is a mosaic: from meticulous financial reports for a legacy bank to sporting columns that reached millions of silent readers. Between those extremes, I’ve woven mythologies and ancient secrets for Naraka, a fictional realm of my own design.One pen, many worlds.I’m Abhijit Raj—a storyteller and poet who once balanced the books at HCL Tech, now dedicated to the infinite possibilities of the written word.
The Man Behind the Words
Here's the honest version: I can't stay in one lane, and I've stopped apologizing for it. By day, or at least until recently, I was writing golf columns for an audience of thirty million a month. Before that, I spent thirteen years making sure billing cycles for aerospace and automotive clients closed on time and made sense to auditors. Neither of those jobs required a shred of imagination. I brought some anyway. By night, and most weekends, and honestly most lunch breaks, I build a universe called Naraka: two novels deep, prophecy and sci-fi tangled together on purpose. I write poetry in three languages because some things I need to say simply don't survive translation into English. I write songs, hand the lyrics to an AI, and direct the vocal performance like a producer who happens to also be the songwriter, because I'd rather shape the sound than fake a singing voice I don't have.
I'm dyslexic. I have ADHD. Most people list that as a disclaimer. I list it as an explanation: for the volume, for the refusal to sit still creatively, for why "just pick one thing" was never advice I could follow. Spreadsheet by day, prophecy by night. Same brain. It just refuses to clock out.
