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I should probably get back home thought Bandu. I hope Geeta is back from her work. He smiled when he thought about Geeta. She was special to him. And why wouldn’t she be! After all they had dinner together; she would be part of tête-à-tête with him which would continue late night. Every Sunday Bandu would get her sweets which they ate at night with caveat that none would notice them. Today, it was Geeta’s favorite: gulab jamun . The other part of his mind was unhappy. Today was not his day as he was not able to fetch himself considerable amount of money. He strolled on the footpath of Marine drive with nothing in his hand except 10 rupee note. He elevated his hand bringing the palm parallel to his face only to feel bad that he missed his index finger, which was brutally ripped seven years ago by Killer Bhaiyya. The fact that many others like him in the wretched house were also subjected to some kind of physical torment resulting in loss of body parts pacified his pain. Bandu...

He came, with someone who looked like his friend-figure, with bag clung to his shoulder which appeared to have guitar in it. The road juxtaposed to him was Eastern Express highway. The footpath he was standing on was crowded by juvenile couples enjoying their private moments in public place. The Powai Lake has to be blamed for its beauty; had it not been there, don’t know where these love-birds would have spent time. The life of footpath lurks with cacophony hurled by vehicles on one end, thus debilitating the pleasing silence emanated by shying water on the other end. When one stands on the disputed border, footpath in this case, is compelled to choose: rest or restiveness. I chose the former after short-long infighting. He took out his guitar and after few tweaking with strings he started running his fingers over it blended with his voice. Singing few bollywood classics and rock music on footpath takes sheer grit. For most of us adhere to imaginary-bondage rules- whic...

“ For every man who succeeds, there are ten equally capable men who don’t” says Shauryananda to the great warrior of Magadha- Chandragupta Maurya- when the latter is yearning to stand against the invasion of Macedonion army led by Governor Seleucus. Such lines induce immense pride as to show how the culture of Indians has been followed throughout numerous generations. Let’s not digress from what this humble blogger wants to write about. The book we are talking about is written on a very ad hoc premise- if you can see the cover page and summary behind the book- it says historical fiction. Indian writers are not vividly known for capturing their imagination set in dark past unless it’s Amish Tripathi or Ashwin Sanghi. Rajat Pillai, an IMI Delhi alumni whose interest is history has portrayed and resurrected the glorious, treacherous, and bloodiest phase of Chandragupta Maurya by referring him to ‘demi-god’ who chose to relinquish everything he had: power, money and an empire com...

  This post is a part of   Write Over the Weekend , an initiative for  Indian Bloggers   by BlogAdda “Ladies and gentlemen, you all are welcome for the first ever cabinet meeting of our government. I welcome you open-heartedly for giving me the opportunity to run this country. The way I am looking at this, we are for sure going to change the system of our nation. We would burn midnight oil and let ourselves to be immersed into public welfare and governance. Let’s formulate policies which are in the benefit of the people.” Interrupting the speaker said a gentleman who was self-proclaimed messiah of ‘minorities’, “No, this is incorrect, wrong, unparlimentary, unconstitutional and anti-minority. What you are talking about is rubbish. I want you to give me social welfare schemes for minorities. You must give them free houses, free ration, free cycles, free laptops, free jobs, free wife and free children.” “Sir, free wife and children? Ehh, yo...

“When it comes to life or death, it’s surprising how fear gets the better of everyone” says Ravi Subramaniam in his riveting new book TheBankster . Such a line in the book is sure to make you realize the simple fact of life, thus giving a practical impetus to fiction. I was introduced (luckily) by Blogadda to Ravi Subramanian’s prolific and meticulous writing through this book. I must say, being a book-selective avid reader, I have developed this inane inclination towards being critical about every line, scene, character and the climax. Before I actually reflect my analysis, I would love to shoot my sincere apologies for not having read his previous books; which I will once I end this post. The most important thing in these kinds of fictions is the amount of knowledge you have in the particular domain, or, it may include the rigorous research involved in presenting a set of three things: imagination carved by facts, plausibility and the most important of all, essence of...

" Ugly Truth"       There have been a lot of talks going around the English football about the recent accusation made by Chelsea FC towards the match referee for using “Inappropriate language” in the high profile league match between the two premier league heavy weights. The matches between Chelsea and Manchester United in the past have been the perfect indicators of the kind of threat they pose to each other in the pursuit to claim supremacy in the Premier League. And the match on Sunday could not have been poised any better to live up to its high expectations until ... the 68 th minute.       The players, spectators, audiences throughout the globe have high expectations from the officials and match referees in the game, especially in one of the topmost leagues in the world. Most of the times they stand up to them successfully, and many a times they don’t. Understandably they are only humans and are bound to make ...

This article was first published HERE by me under the pseudo-name The Delusional Reporter I am surprised and confounded- who is the real aam-admi crusader? The super dynastic-cum-anarchist-cum-apparently dictator UPA or the expose master who has gained proficiency in measuring India’s pathetic condition with only one yardstick called ‘corruption’ and also an elite gentleman who attributes cleansing of India to exposing individuals instead of holding the policies culpable, Mr. Arvind Kejriwal. A sycophant like me (obviously to Congress) is worried, not because our government is failing to retain its already diminished credibility, but it is giving rise to, intentionally though, to a stooge who thinks India is bound to improve only if one particular party (No prize for guessing) is voted to power can t then dole out an all inclusive panacea which will be fruitful in bringing India to path of glory. Sorry!! But my delusion proscribes me from buying it. I am not like my peers w...