tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71307999877433724752024-03-05T04:17:32.041-05:00SNAPPY THOUGHTSAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.comBlogger105125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-80358782345081751422018-08-10T04:46:00.000-04:002018-08-10T04:46:56.213-04:00 खुद की तलाश<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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कुछ वक्त गुमनामी ही सही, भूल जा ज़माना ,औऱ खुद की तलाश कर।</div>
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भटकता रहा जो दर-बदर शोरगुल के पीछे, </div>
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थोड़ा रुक और खुद की खामोशी से बात कर।</div>
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नज़रो ने देखे हैं तेरी , हैवानियत के किस्से,</div>
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आंखों से धूल हटा, और इंसानियत का आगाज़ कर।</div>
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चंद लम्हे जुटा ले खुशियों के तू,</div>
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भीड़ का खिलौना ना बन, मुस्कुराहट की बौछार कर।</div>
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इल्म बहुत है ना , तुझे तेरे वजूद का,</div>
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अंधेरो को उनका रास्ता दिखा, रौशनी को ना नाराज़ कर।</div>
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कितना जिएगा अब औऱ, झूठी शान में,</div>
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ये ज़मी तेरी अपनी है, इसे और तो ना ख़ाक कर।</div>
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बाहों में भर ले इंसानियत को, बेड़ियाँ लगा दे हैवानियत पर,</div>
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दोज़ख़ बनी ज़मी, अब तो ज़न्नत कर।</div>
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सरहदे ज़रूर बनाई है हमने, फिर भी मोहब्बत फैला दुनिया मे,</div>
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हिफाज़त का ताबीज़ बन कर।</div>
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<b>Poetess:</b>: <i>Roma Kashyap</i></div>
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<b>E-mail:</b> <i>romapathak01@gmail.com</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-9209860479731632722018-06-12T07:04:00.001-04:002018-06-12T07:04:39.474-04:00And then they met<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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She looked around, it was dark and everyone was sleeping.
She moved and her body creaked. She coughed lightly, making sure nobody gets
disturbed. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“No one should wake up.” She thought<o:p></o:p></div>
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She wanted to get out of the house in the empty street and
cry her heart out but she knew this was not possible. No one would let her go
outside even in day time, night was out of discussion. After all, it’s only two
days since she lost the dearest of her life in a tragic road accident. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The pain was so unbearable. Her spirit was broken down and
bleeding. The anguish and sense of loss has taken over every single emotion. <o:p></o:p></div>
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could define the term love at first sight their story would have been the best
example for it, but just like any regular Bollywood masala there was the right
amount of family drama. Their family opposed their relationship in every
possible way. Lectures about caste, society and family values everything was
tried but they never<o:p></o:p></div>
backed out. Eventually, after one whole year of ups and
down their family agreed. They won the war of love. <br />
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When they got engaged, they knew they were almost there to
their final destination. Living the rest of their life as a husband and wife
and spending every single day looking and holding each other.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Destiny always has a plan of its own.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A week after their engagement she got to know that Rishab
was no more. All her dreams of togetherness were shattered in a car accident. Now
she was left with memories and sorrow. A promise of always and forever was
broken. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She slowly walked towards the door making sure no one would
guess and somehow she managed to get out of the house without being noticed.
The road was dark and empty. She kept walking and slowly tears escaped her eyes.
With every step she took, the tears were more violent. And there she was
screaming and crying her heart out. Her tears didn’t stop until she was hit by
a car and she bleeds till her last breath. <o:p></o:p></div>
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There were flowers all over and the sky was gloomy. She
looked around, she was all alone. Soon, she realized that someone was standing
behind her. She turned and there he was standing in white shirt and blue denim.
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“You must walk more carefully next time you are on the
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She looked at him and stated,” You must drive more carefully
next time you are on the road.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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In a fraction of second their lips were locked and their
eyes were flowing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-4005218326431654072018-02-04T06:54:00.000-05:002018-02-04T06:54:25.540-05:00Love....and the calculations<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">A love stuck, that’s what I am. However, the girl I am fighting for is
no longer in a relationship with me. If life is funny then love is certainly a
clown. Deep down, we knew this will have no future and soon we started to
believe it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">Fools! Aren’t we.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">I am sure she loves me and I am also sure that she knew that I love her but
we were getting vulnerable every day because somewhere we knew this will never
work. We even counted various reasons why this will not work. <i>Two calculative assholes!<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">Months started passing by. The time was tough and unbearable. I tried to
convince myself and every time my heart said,” Just fuck off! I really know
what you want.” And I always end up with a poker face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">A few months after that I found her in the metro. She was sitting in
front of me. Our eyes met and then they
were wet. In no time we were crying in eachother's arm, hugging each other
tightly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">Yeah, No body hooted or clapped which made the entire situation awkward.
But now we know we were thinking way too
much. You don’t think when you love, you just love. There are no calculations
and there are no logics.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">Yes, you don't give up on love and deep down I always knew I was not
fighting for a dead cause.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-34324812141682866112017-01-05T10:19:00.000-05:002017-01-05T10:19:28.848-05:00Rose...The untold story<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-US">I will tell you my story right from the
moment I was born as a bud.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Small but not vulnerable because nobody
picks a bud, a full grown flower with a beautiful smell and lush colors were
the obvious choice for the people. But don't be mistaken, though I am calling
it a vulnerable stage but actually that is one of the most prestigious moments
for us to be picked for a great event. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">There is one thing I want to confess. We,
the roses are one of the most overrated things in the universe. We blossom,
look beautiful, smell good and make people happy but then we are gone, back to
the soil from where we were born. Sometimes I express joy with a witty, thought
of mine and I am holding a Liberty here to apportion it with you. If we were humans,
we would have been Prostitutes. We would get to our clients looking beautiful. Our
vendor aka pimp would receive immediate payment. Clients would smell us adore
us and utilities us and then they would walk out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Anyways, I am always in awe of my elders
aura, colour and smell. They are important for people. People love us. For them,
we symbolize love and passion. Even I want to reach at their level and I wanted
to be adored and loved. I wanted people to appreciate me for my colour and
aura. Sadly, I knew the difficulties I
would face. I happen to be on the wrong side. I was not getting that exact
amount of sunlight. I was afraid but thankfully I was fortunate to get water. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Slowly, Yes! Slowly I started blossoming. I
even remember people stating that I will be among the most beautiful rose. My
fragrance was slowly traveling places and people were getting drawn towards me. Since I was growing slowly, the full grown
were being picked for different auspicious purposes. I was being adored and
blessed. The lovers were relating their growing relationship with the beauty of
my growth. Oh! What a dream I was walking through. Meanwhile, other roses kept
growing faster and being nibbled. I never understood that I was left entirely.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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which the attention I am getting and people praising me that I actually stopped
my will to grow more. Goddamn! What kind of a fool am I? I remained passive and
disheartened. Slowly losing my hope and then that storm came. The time was
there for me to say goodbye without being grown to the full. My story will soon
be washed away. My beauty and smell will soon be forgotten. Then I was
consumed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Surprise! Surprise! Surprise! Next day and
I am still here. May be there are more to suffer for me. My God was not done
punishing me. My flower pot was misplaced and a bit broken. The sky was black
and it may rain heavily again and then I will keep telling my sad story and how
I was finally dead and you will feel sad for me. May be you would shed tears
for me as well but soon even you will forget me. I will be lost eternally.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The day slowly starts passing by rain was
still hanging somewhere in the clouds and taking its time to kill me. Slowly
the day ends and next morning I was born again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Yes! I was born again. The sun was shining
and thanks to the misplacement of my pot I was now getting sufficient sunlight
and my soil is having good amount of water too.
I know I will grow again and this time faster. Much faster than I ever
expected! As they say, Life is a funny
thing just when I thought it's all over, I got a new life. This is what I
really wanted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Today when I look back, I feel so ashamed
that I was so pessimistic. Trust me and I am saying this from experience. When
everything goes wrong and nothing works out, don't get disheartened. There is
someone out there who will make everything right and all you have to do is to
have faith. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Hence, just hold on to your problems they
may get resolved tomorrow and never lose your hope again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">By <a href="https://plus.google.com/u/0/" target="_blank">Mayank Kashyap</a></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-52184443029809174792016-12-04T06:15:00.000-05:002016-12-04T06:15:44.691-05:00Be With Me .....It's back!! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You know the most stupid thing one can do is to leave behind
the things which made them, you can simply call refer them as “Jerks”. Here I’m
bringing out one of the greatest jerk of all time… Ladies and Gentleman put
your hand together for ME. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I have been really outspoken about my aspiration and desires
for writing in almost every interview of mine. My journey as a child who was
afraid to share his work in a concern of being judged to a writer who was a
rated among the Top 50 bloggers in India and subsequently moved on to pen down
a book was like a dream. I just never expected it to happen so fast. I may not
be talented enough but surely I was very fortunate. <i>Jai mata di.</i></div>
<o:p></o:p><br />
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I don’t need to tell you how good it felt because you know
it but then I never realized when everything slipped away from my hands. It’s a
happy day for me as SNAPPY THOUGHTS is finally going live again so I will not
write what actually occurred and why I wasn’t writing. Let bygones be bygones
forever. <o:p></o:p></div>
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With a hope that my readers still remember me, I promise you
that this time I’m back and I am not going anywhere. In case some of you have forgotten
my work then I will make sure that my work will again make a place in your life
and will stay there as long as the entire human race survives. (Ok, the last part was a bit dramatic.) <o:p></o:p></div>
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I will not alter the look of my website because we will
begin from the position where we exactly left each other and this time it will
be a never ending journey. I don’t leave you and hope you will stay with me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I need your support and for that I need to win back your
heart. After that we will find out if my name can again be named among the top
bloggers in India. Even if it doesn’t happen again but please be with me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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#snappythoughts #bewithme </div>
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By<a href="https://plus.google.com/u/0/" target="_blank"> Mayank Kashyap</a></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-578294869656443512016-05-28T03:24:00.000-04:002016-05-28T03:24:23.359-04:00And then they met By Syeda Faiza Rasheed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Deepak’s life was an adventure. Losing virginity, a bet. All was unplanned so he decided to go where he could select someone, like picking a drink.</div>
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Jyothi had to face the world she’d been pushed into. Five months ago, she had come. Today, she was ready to take the step.<br /><br />Deepak entered the building. Women, red lips, provocatively dressed, scented bodies.<br /></div>
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His eyes scanned the place, hers fluttered. Choice was made.</div>
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Inside the room, he saw a cot with a clothes bundle. He looked at her. Young. Beautiful. Heavy make-up. Innocent eyes. Yet, out of place.</div>
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He sat on the bed, facing her.</div>
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Your name? he asked.</div>
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Jyothi, she replied.</div>
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Tell about yourself.</div>
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Nothing worth.</div>
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He asked. She answered.</div>
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Finally, he asked, Why here?</div>
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Emotionlessly, she said, Poverty. Sold in marriage. Kept till content. Then sold here.</div>
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His heart wrenched.</div>
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When?<br /></div>
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Five months back.</div>
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So……already?</div>
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No…..you’re first.</div>
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Suddenly a shrill cry echoed. She rushed towards the cot, lifting a wriggling body.</div>
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She saved me till now, but don’t want this for her, she said teary-eyed.</div>
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For him, life was a luxury, for her a curse.</div>
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And then they met. Three lives changed.</div>
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<b><u>Like the story? Connect with Syeda </u></b>: https://www.facebook.com/syeda.f.rasheed?__nodl</div>
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<i><span style="color: blue;">This story is among one of the winners of the contest :AND THEN THEY MET".</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: blue;">#andthentheymet #theforbiddenline #shortstory #winner</span></i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-64233477661260577532016-05-28T03:17:00.001-04:002016-05-28T03:17:34.896-04:00And then they met by Pakki Chaithanya<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px; text-align: justify;">Everything around her looks white.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px; text-align: justify;">Calm and serene.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px; text-align: justify;">Everyone vacated the room leaving her peacefully bearing the instructions of that tall doctor. Although it seems peaceful there lies a thin line of disturbance between her and her sleep, an abyss that smiles at her welcoming face asking her to jump into it to have the darkness engulf her to satiate her unending quench to the dissatisfaction of not meeting her husband, all these seventy years, separated by a war of hundreds of miles. She seems to find him here and there at the brink of her uneven breath that threatens to leave her soon. Strangely she smiles at the abyss which by now tells her that her better half was waiting for years there. She has a daughter who married and blessed with a boy.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px; text-align: justify;">Now, she has nothing else to fulfill except to fall and be rise again to be as one with her other half. Perhaps he died in that war otherwise he would search for her the universe, she thought in her last moments."And then they met."</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px; text-align: justify;">At last. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px; text-align: justify;">Beyond that abyss was a person sat smiling shining in white light and sharp blue eyes. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12.8px;"><b><u>Like the story connect with Pakki</u></b> : </span></span><span style="font-size: 12.8px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">https://m.facebook.com/pakki.chythu?ref=bookmarks</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12.8px;"><i>This story is among one of the winning entries of the contest "AND THEN THEY MET".</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12.8px;"><i>#andthentheymet #theforbiddenline #shortstory #winner</i></span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-8192486626595796902016-05-03T03:16:00.001-04:002016-05-03T05:37:21.144-04:00Decision<p dir="ltr"><b><i>For every decision you take,</i></b><br>
<b><i>There is a cost you pay.</i></b></p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-37809600818065614502016-04-11T08:43:00.001-04:002016-04-11T08:43:17.336-04:00And then they met<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">Write a short story on "AND THEN THEY MET" and stand a chance to win free signed copies of </span><a class="profileLink" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/page.php?id=689049567895742" href="https://web.facebook.com/theforbiddenline/" style="background-color: white; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px; text-decoration: none;">The Forbidden Line</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;"> and also get featured on</span><a href="https://web.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.mayankkashyapblog.in%2F&h=AAQE5Ka47AQFhza97FE4iGJxUjWC8rURZRO1ko4t-WP_Hjw&enc=AZMvRjQkTaUFoOv-R63wOjCtUOqSMlXK_1UkzxugEBFXx2BTZiwasAOtjnUkBv6GMbi24lSyl0pnT13esveVFD4vKqva8R5RsaxOvvg_0M97dGkdWF_A_poLk-ndkL3b6bVqrFdcS2dj01YfCMHUXl2B1G8wRA16c7tklsG3cadKogoFysCfthWluXufVQ-wDCyWRderhJR9rfEiln0IIFPO&s=1" rel="nofollow" style="background-color: white; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">www.mayankkashyapblog.in</a><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-90743247731280148952016-03-15T09:32:00.001-04:002016-03-15T09:32:36.491-04:00Let's connect<p dir="ltr">You know, there was a phase when I was having a lot of free time and I believe that I'm not the only one.</p>
<p dir="ltr">But time changes. Sometime for good reason and sometime for a bad one.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Apart from being an author, I'm also a professional now. :-)</p>
<p dir="ltr">But ironically because of my schedule, which include my office hours and other commitment, I'm usually not having spare time due to which I'm not very active here.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I would like to take this opportunity to invite you to connect with me on Instagram also. So that we can stay in touch in a much better way. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Let's connect here:<br>
@author_mayank. Install the app to follow my photos and videos. http://instagram.com/download/?r=2296913958</p>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Impact of this title is quite obvious. The instant
reaction which you may give after reading the title would be: “Is this guy
talking about the Gods?” Well, No I’m not.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Though, I accept that the Gods are the ultimate
creators of every single this thing existing and that ever existed in the
universe. He/she is the one with ultimate authority to create anything and it’s
they who decide how long will their creation will live on this planet and in
which form except few scientists who are now focusing on hybrid species, i.e.
Pomeranian mixed up with Labrador; tiger
mixed up with a cat or elephant mixed up with the rat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So, coming back to the point, apart from God and few
extraordinary scientists with extra-terrestrial mind, there is a group of
people who creates and their creation never go away. They dwell among us in our
intellect, in our essence and even Gods can’t take them aside from this planet.
They are THE WRITERS.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The writers create characters which stays between us
even if the writer is not among us anymore. We imagine about them, we sing
around them and we live with them. They are with us, always. For God, it may be
an easy job. May be with one wave of the hand they create and another wave,
they destroy. But we, the writers, stay awake day and night, run through all
the details and the nitty gritty to create one character. We have to make sure
that people will fall in love with them and always keep them in their mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I can name few characters, which are constantly in the
backrest of my head. Mr. and Mrs. Grey from Fifty shades of grey, Deb from
Durjoy’s novels, Amir and Hassan from Kite runner, Shiva from Shiva trilogy , Amy
from Gone girl and many more. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">And I just hope Virat from The Forbidden Line (my
creation) will also persist with the readers as long as they exist. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">On the spur of the
moment, it’s lightning and raining. A voice came from the sky.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>God</i>: So, you want to state that you are the ultimate
creators. Is it so?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Shit! It’s The God.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Me:</i> No, I mean…ahhhh.. I mean we can also create. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I answered with hesitation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>God:</i> And my creation can be destroyed but yours can’t.
You also claim that. Again, you are indirectly saying that you guys are
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Me: </i>No, No, God, sir. It’s not like that, but our
creations are fictional and you can’t destroy anything which practically never
existed. So, moral of the story: Nobody can destroy what writer’s created.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Silence…<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>God:</i> Well, you are my creation and I can destroy you.
Hahahaha….. Now, beat that baby.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I choose to stay in silence and make a puppy face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">God is God…. Ufffff!!!!<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-78946846057526726052016-01-13T07:33:00.000-05:002016-01-13T07:33:46.878-05:00Life looks like a beautiful dream.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Few Lines from my debut novel THE FORBIDDEN LINE.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-39155909079799838702015-12-15T09:11:00.000-05:002015-12-15T09:12:42.075-05:00The Forbidden Line- Book Trailer 2 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><span style="color: red;">Promotion is a never ending process. </span></b><br />
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Even though the book is released and doing well.<br />
Even though good reviews are flowing in.<br />
Even though the readers are sending their pictures with the book.<br />
Even though the trailer is out.<br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">Promotion is important.</span></b><br />
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And taking another step forward, here I present the 2nd book trailer of my debut novel <a href="https://web.facebook.com/theforbiddenline/" target="_blank">The Forbidden Line</a><br />
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Hope you enjoy the video as well as the book.</div>
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Love,</div>
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<a href="https://plus.google.com/u/0/109759910165088242729" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: red;">Mayank Kashyap</span></b></a></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-65659533606029601632015-11-22T07:45:00.001-05:002015-11-22T07:45:20.290-05:00What is it really all about?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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being asked by almost everyone.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ques. 1 – <i>Congrats and when is it releasing?</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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Ques. 2- <i>What is it all about?</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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I answered the first question then and there to everybody
but intentionally avoided answering the second question. I guess it was too
early.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But now since the book is out and peoples are buying it and
also as the good reviews are flowing in, now I think is the right time to tell
you what this book is all about.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So, <a href="http://www.amazon.in/The-Forbidden-Line-Maynak-Kashyap/dp/938513728X/ref=as_sl_pc_tf_til?tag=snappthoug-21&linkCode=w00&linkId=&creativeASIN=938513728X" target="_blank">The forbidden Line</a> comprises of a sweet love story with
a twist, a friendship tale with a twist and what that twist, it’s Blood.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It involves redemption but then it is also not a revenge
story. So, entirely it is not a love story neither friendship tale nor a story
of redemption.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://www.amazon.in/The-Forbidden-Line-Maynak-Kashyap/dp/938513728X/ref=as_sl_pc_tf_til?tag=snappthoug-21&linkCode=w00&linkId=&creativeASIN=938513728X" target="_blank">The Forbidden Line</a> is entirely about one question, “How far
you can go of the thing you believe in, for the thing you believe is right?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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It is right to perish against the person you love and your
family for the thing which “you believe” is powerful.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Is it right to put everything you are left with on the line
just because you think it’s worthful.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The Forbidden Line is not a story of love, friendship or
redemption. <i><span style="color: red;">It’s a story of life.</span></i><o:p></o:p></div>
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No matter what you do, no matter what you believe in and no
matter which side you are on, there is only one truth <i><span style="color: red;">“A loss can never be
reversed.”</span></i><o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-50196178819324766192015-11-09T08:52:00.001-05:002015-11-09T08:52:29.529-05:00The drunken man's quest<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This is a work of pure fiction
and in case if this article hurts someone’s sentiment (which I’m sure, it will)
then trust me, it’s completely unintentional and anyway I don’t know on which
side you are. <o:p></o:p></div>
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This is only intended for light
hearted comedy.<o:p></o:p></div>
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****<o:p></o:p></div>
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8<sup>th</sup> November 2015,<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was happy to be at my hometown
after such a long time. I terribly missed my home, my family and more than that
I missed my mom’s made food. I must accept
it was a great change, a change I badly needed after months of ruthless
schedule. Oh! I just wish I could have extended my stay, but then my
organization will not pay me to sit on my room’s maroon colored couch. This
forced a pop-up window inside my mind with a message written in <b>Bold</b>: TRY WORK FROM HOME but before
this idea could completely corrupt my mind, I realized my job pays me more.
Matter over then and there.<o:p></o:p></div>
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This special day is really
vivacious. Most of the masses are happy though there are likewise a good number
of people, who are groaning. Reason:
Nitish Kumar is once again our CM. I knew this would happen and it’s not that
I’m dancing but then I’ve no qualms about it. After all, you just cannot write
off a person, who has given you, your present. A man who has picked you up from
dirt and has made you a citizen of a state which is officially one of the
fastest rising in India deserves one more chance. <o:p></o:p></div>
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So, the point was not election,
it was: a vibrant day and making the day more wonderful is the climate. Winter
is knocking at the doorway and the cool winds and the dancing trees are
receiving it from their open heart. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I needed to digest the foods
which were forced inside me and what’s better than a walk. I put on my shoes
and went outside and cool wind welcomed me. Winters
are definitely knocking at the door or as a hopeless Game of throne fan, I
should better say, “Winter is coming” and even Jon snow would know this.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Fifteen minutes of walking led me
to a dark isolated street. Apart from me I could see only two people. One looks
like some poor worker class man and the other one is drunk. I opt to dismiss
both of them, but suddenly the drunken man falls down. The worker class man and
I rushed towards him to help in to stand and so we got along.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Please be careful and watch your
steps.” I said to the drunken man.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Even this was also his fault.”
He answered.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Whose fault?” The worker asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“The same man who led us to our
defeat against Mahagatbandhan.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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His statement clearly meant that
he was a BJP worker.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Who? Nitish Kumar? “ I inquired.
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“No, no not him, I’m talking
about that agent”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Agent Vinod?” The worker
inquired.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No that Pakistani agaent.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Katrina from ek tha tiger?” The
worker applied his mind again and I burst into laughter.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“No, you moron I’m talking about
that Pakistani agent, Shahrukh Khan.” He said in irritation.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You mean to say Shahrukh khan is
behind your loss in elections?” I inquired in confusion.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ya, indeed he is. Pakistani
agents like him are influencing local mass to stand against the Indian government.
Some tola-rance thing. He is putting us in tola-rance. I don’t know what’s
exactly that but it’s something wrong and against our nation. This has been
confirmed by our MLA.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Tola-rance” The worker repeated
in amazement.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I shook my head in disgust and
said, “You mean tolerance and intolerance.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ya ya, ya ya.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“So you think he is the reason
behind your loss I mean don’t you think that your party failed to fulfil the
promises they made. I mean before coming to the central you promised us that Modi
will give Bihar the status of Special state, it’s been a year now.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Why in the earth I was even
talking to that senseless drunken man and I felt like going.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Modi and Amit Shah is a brand.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“But who was your face for Bihar?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Silence…<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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“We’ve given you Jan Dhan. Zero
balance account for all low class people.” He stated with a proud grin on his
face and then sneezed. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Even I was told to open that
zero balance account and I did it but what’s the benefit. I make 100 bucks
daily. I buy food for my family, we eat and sleep. Where is The money to put it
in our account? Nobody pays us that much.” The worker responded.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ok, you don’t have money, but
you hold a bank account.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“So?” The worker asked<o:p></o:p></div>
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He looked at the labour and I
looked at him. The worker and drunken man looked at each other and then the
drunken man looked at me and I was already looking at him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Silence…<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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The worker looked at me and I
looked back at him and we knew it’s time to go ahead with our work and we moved
in our respective directions.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Silence….<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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I resumed my walk and I heard
that drunken man shout something. He said, “Beef is turning people into sinners
and they were not able to decide good and bad. We are good and they choose the
bad ones.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I just smiled and went ahead with
my digest-the-food mission.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-46540670098232736672015-11-04T08:11:00.001-05:002015-11-04T08:11:09.961-05:00Blurb(s)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Here I present 2 blurbs from my upcoming debut novel The Forbidden Line.<br />
I hope (just hope) you'll like it.<br />
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Mayank <3</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-54473611381276481112015-10-27T09:20:00.000-04:002015-10-27T09:20:10.789-04:00Pre-Order - The Forbidden Line<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I thank all my readers for their support through out this journey and now this journey of mine is taking a complete new turn, a turn which I always desired for.<br />
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I urge to all my readers to show their support for me in this new endevour.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-22544331919474888742015-10-21T08:55:00.001-04:002015-10-21T08:55:37.033-04:00Full Cover & Back Cover Synopsis<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-US">Virat is
completely different from what his Dad wants him to be. With Pulkit and Saurav,
who are like brothers to him and his girlfriend Manya, his life is perfect, until
one fateful day when his world falls apart. Now, he has only one aim in his mind…
Redemption.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">In order to
arrange the broken pieces of his life he crosses all the forbidden lines only
to end up destroying everything he had and then he faces the cruel reality
behind his agony.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Why was Radhika
waiting for Virat?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Will Virat’s
story ends with a happy note?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">A
loss can never be reversed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-91126216382020280502015-10-18T11:29:00.000-04:002015-10-18T11:29:06.849-04:00The Forbidden Line<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is a very special day/news which I want to share with all my dear readers.<br />
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With immense pleasure and happiness, I want to inform all the readers that I have signed contract for my debut book "THE FORBIDDEN LINE". ( I'm doing moon walk right now)<br />
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Yes, after my two anthologies i.e. Love Bytes and Melody of life, it's the time for my debut novel and I have no qualms in accepting that I'm on cloud no. 9. (Hell Yeah!)<br />
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And it's not over here, in this post I'm also going to share the Book Cover (Big grin on my face.)<br />
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So drum rolls....<br />
Cheers...<br />
Clapping.....<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-84160785049538936402015-10-12T12:34:00.001-04:002015-10-12T12:34:29.203-04:00The Baffling Strike- Final Part (III)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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turn, best of luck.” Aditya said and he realized the expression on her face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“What’s
wrong?” Aditya asked in horror.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Ankita stands
up and ran away from the office, crying. She ran, ran and continued running till
her legs refused to cooperate and from there she took an auto rickshaw and went
straight back to her office but stayed outside. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Ankita
got scared. She was not good enough.” This line was on the lips of almost very
employee. Though there were people who thought, something was wrong and still
respected her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">….<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Why did
you do this? Ankita shot her question as soon as Sana left the office compound.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Are you
that dumb? I did it for promotion.” Sana replied rudely.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“But we
were friends.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“But I’m
an individual first. I have to secure my future.” Sana shouted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“We both
are females. I trusted you only because you are a female. We need to stay
together and united so that no one can harm us. How can you backstab me, a
woman?” Ankita countered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“What
the fuck are you talking about? Are you insane? I don’t give a damn if you are
a male or a female. I needed a promotion at any cost and I got one.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">What did
that fucking manager say that day do you remember? He said I was working under
you. NO! I was not and I’ll never work under you, you’ll work under me from now
onwards. Only if you are shameless enough to come to this place ever again.”
Sana yelled and grabbed her shoulders and continued,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“I was sick
of you. Everyone was so busy in praising you that nobody saw my work.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Why
didn’t you do it on your own then? Was it important to steal my presentation?
Why didn’t you work hard?” Ankita said in sarcasm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Oh! You
know what I worked really hard on Roshan’s bed to please him. I turned into a
sex slave for him that night because he promised me a promotion. I allowed him
to fuck me like a whore but you spoiled everything. It’s because of you he was
fired.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Ankita
was shocked and felt disgusted. Sana slept with a man who was harassing her friend,
just for promotion. On her reply Ankita just slapped her hard and walked away.
Sana watched her walking away as a drop of blood escaped her mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Nobody
saw what happened outside the office except the security guard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Back to
her home, Ankita stayed glued to her bed, crying and hugging her knees. She was
devastated. She didn’t have the courage to face her colleagues. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Her past
started haunting her again. Everything was exhibiting once again in front of
her eyes. His drunken husband and his friends, they were pulling her saree and
one of his friends was trying to tear away her blouse. Her husband gripped her
hand and said,” Behave well in front of my friends. Don’t you dare to embarrass
me.” She then grabbed a steel vase which was lying over her bedside table and
smashed on two of his friend’s head and pushed away his husband and ran away.
Then the image of Sana giving her presentation came in front of her eyes. She remembered
how she ran away from the office. That was embarrassing. Her life was
embarrassing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“They
would laugh at me. I’m not going back there atleast for a few days. How would I
face them?” She thought.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">The only
reason why she came close to Sana was because she was a female. She hated men.
Ankita never thought a woman will back stab a woman for success. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Women
are rascals! But does it mean that even she was a rascal and if not then why
did she think that every man is a rascal? Just because she knew two men who were
rascals.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Soon she
realized that it was not men or women who were rascals, it’s the lust. Lust for
sex, money and success. No matter where you are, you will find people who are
driven by their lust and workplace is the most likely place. They may say that they
are working for passion but that’s a lie, they work for lust, lust for money
and social position.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“No you
can’t back out. This is not how an official behaves.” Her mind said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Yes, I
have to be strong. I’m a professional, a self dependent working woman. No
matter what I have to be strong. I can’t afford to be vulnerable.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Next day
she woke up at her usual time groomed herself for the office, took an auto
rickshaw and reached her office on time. Standing in front of her office she
took a deep breath and said to herself that her work was her ultimate identity
and it was her work which defines her life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">As she enters
the office security guard saluted her and said, “Good morning madam. It’s good
to see you again.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Ankita
looked at him for a while and thought, “Atleast someone still respects me and
working here is now simpler.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Inside
the office, she received a mixed response and it encouraged her. Though the
majority of the employee saw her with appalling expression and few even refused
to recognize her. For them she was a looser. She was a woman who was not good
enough, a woman who got scared. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">But now
it didn’t bother her. She was there to work not to give clarification. Her sole
objective from now onwards was to work though she maintained a healthy relation
with her colleagues but nothing more that that. It was now her turn to be lusty
and her lust was her work. The results would come one day and she knew this.
She started doing the thing which she always did best, hard work. Her life was
a lot simpler now and soon she found her mental peace. Every day she worked
hard in the office and after that she worked hard on the treadmill. She let her
work speak on her behalf and again the praises were flowing on her way. She
never clashed with Sana and even Sana never traumatized her because her
objective was fulfilled. Four months later, she won the employee of the year
award and with that she received a promotion letter too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-39839642342544385982015-09-25T06:02:00.000-04:002015-09-25T06:02:15.992-04:00THE BAFFLING STRIKE- Part II<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Aditya
announced the name of four employees, including Ankita and Sana, who were being
considered for promotion. He informed them that the candidate would have to
give a presentation and whoever’s presentation would be the best, that candidate
would get the promotion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">This was
the moment Ankita was waiting for, a chance to define herself as a successful
working woman with a prestigious post.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">She
started working day and night behind her presentation. Everyone was in awe of
her hard work. For new joiners, she was an inspiration and for successful old
horses, she was a mirror.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Her mind
was so occupied that her past stopped troubling her. The sleepless tormenting
nights were changed to sleepless hard working night. She heard praises about
her every now and then. By the time the official started comparing her with the
icons of the company because comparing her with any other would have been a disrespect
for her talent.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Hey,
where are you going?” Ankita asked Sana.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Coffee”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Bring a
cup of coffee for me too, will you?” Ankita requested. Sana looked at her for a
while.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“What?”
Ankita inquired.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Sana
shook her head, smiled and said, “Don’t you think you are torturing your mind
and body. You need to relax.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“This is
important for me.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Wow, as
if it’s a game for the rest of us.” Sana said, mocking at Ankita and giggled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“In the meantime,
I’m going to washroom.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">In the
washroom she washed her face. She was tired because she had been working
continuously for the past two weeks without many breaks. She deserved a good
cup of coffee. She looked at herself, she looked old. Her skin looked dull and
her eyes were encircled by prominent dark black rings. She looked at the eixtra
layers of fat on her waist and thighs. In short, she was looking terrible. Her continuous
hard work was taking a toll on her body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Just a
matter of few days, soon my pretty face would be back.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">She was
happy with the way her presentation was progressing. Her presentation was going
to be the best and she was sure. She was not over confident but she had
actually worked <i>really</i> hard for it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">She
looked at her image in the mirror and said,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“I’m
going to be a successful woman, a successful working woman.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">When she
returned to her table, her eyes were filled with terror and she was aghast. All
the papers of her presentation were missing. She looked all around her table
but she found nothing. She started looking all around in panic like a lunatic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Shit, what’s
wrong with you?” Sana asked in panic and hurriedly put the cup of coffee over
the table and ran towards Ankita. She told her everything. They started looking
at every possible place all around the office but it was a futile try. Finally,
Ankita broke down. She leaned on Sana as she hugged her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Suddenly
her eyes fell on Roshan, there was a smile on his face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">You are making a mistake.</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">
Roshan’s line roomed inside her head and she knew who was behind the missing
papers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Just one
more day was left for the presentation and she had to do it. Thankfully, she
had raw data saved on her laptop. She worked furiously whole night, a cup of
coffee after a cup of coffee and so on. She turned into a machine which was working
continuously and consuming coffee like its fuel. Till the morning almost eighty
percent of her work was done. She was ecstatic, all over again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“I still
have the whole day.” She released a breath of relief. Suddenly her mind set
changed and her eyes were filled with rage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“That
rascal will pay for it.” She thought.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">In the
office she went near the coffee machine and as she expected Roshan emerged with
a crooked smile on his face. With a fraction of second Ankita threw her dupatta
away and loosen her hair and started screaming on her loudest voice. She pulled
Roshan towards herself and shouted,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Help!
Help! Move away you bastard.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Roshan
was shell shocked and was unable to react. He was numb. Entire staff assembled
within seconds. Seeing their condition no one asked anything they simply
grabbed Roshan and started dragging him towards the manager’s room. Female
staffs slapped him and males abused him. He was fired on the spot.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Though
there was a guilt inside Ankita for her misdeed but she knew that this man
needed to be stopped. He always tried to harass her and now he was trying to
restrict her from the promotion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Later in
the evening Ankita cheerfully informed Sana that her presentation was
completely done and she was ready to rock. Finally, after so many days she was
not indulging herself into work instead she was standing in front of mirror
grooming herself for the big day. The charm was back on her face though the
extra fats needed time to go away. She googled local gyms for women so that she
could enroll herself, work out and shed some fats.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">The day of presentation,<o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Ankita
practiced her presentation in front of the mirror and she was splendid. Her
confidence was high. She applied mascara which complimented her green eyes. Her
pink lips were decorated with magenta colour lipstick. She deliberately wore a
push up bra to make her breast look more firm and attractive. Though she had
put on some extra fats but still that was not looking bad. Her fair and
flawless waist looked delicate when she wore a low waist saree. She looked
majestic and sexy. She knew today every man was going to get hard inside their
pant after seeing her and those rascals would also piss in their pant after
seeing her presentation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">The four
candidates were sitting on their respective chairs. Ankita was given the third
slot whereas Sana got the fourth one. Sana looked terrified.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“What’s
wrong? Don’t get so nervous you’ll be great.” Ankita assured Sana.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Actually,
there is a reason why I’m scared.” Sana said and Ankita raised her eyebrows.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“You
know number four is very, very unlucky for me. This number has always troubled
me. Can we exchange our slot? Please.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Ankita
smiled and said,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“That’s
it. You are worrying for no reasons. Let
me talk to Aditya sir once. I have no problem.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Ankita
knew she was prepared and her slot is not going to matter anything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“You
still behave like a small girl.” Ankita teased Sana.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“By the
way you are looking hot today.” Sana said and winked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Does
your boyfriend know that your sexual preferences are swinging?” Ankita said,
narrowing her eyes and they giggled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Ankita
asked the manager to change her slot with Sana.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Are you
sure?” Aditya quizzed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Yes,
sir” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Ok then
if you don’t have any problem then why should I have any?” Aditya said with a
smile on his face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Sana was
ecstatic, excited and most importantly, she looked different as if she was
possessed. Her eyes sparked and looked completely different. Ankita was
confused after seeing a sudden change in Sana but she decided to concentrate on
her presentation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">The presentation
of the second candidate got over and it was Sana’s turn. Ankita wished her luck
and she smirked. Ankita was taken aback by her behavior. As soon as Sana
started her presentation Ankita was frozen and shocked. Ankita kept looking at
her with her numb eyes. Sana was giving the same presentation which was stolen
from her. She felt stabbed and felt a
jolt inside her as if someone has punched her hard. She felt helpless and
slowly tears started flowing from her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Sana’s presentation
was over and no wonder everyone was impressed. Everyone was clapping for her
and the same claps felt like a slap in the face to Ankita. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><b>To be continued....</b></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-38983155736476357442015-09-18T05:27:00.001-04:002015-09-18T05:27:27.785-04:00THE BAFFLING STRIKE- Part I<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br /></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Rascals! All men are rascals.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">The only
reason why Ankita started doing a job was to move on in her life, to forget her
past though it was not easy. After all, when someone’s husband tries to rape
his wife along with his friends, it gives severe wounds. Thankfully, she
escaped that day but what about the wounds of her heart. Even law was not an
option. She knew that bustard will get away with it. If you rape your wife then
that’s your right but if you slap her then that’s home violence. Ankita was
still to find out the logic behind this theory given by the Indian government. <i>Is slapping more hazardous than rape?<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Before
joining the office, she knew that she would face more rascals there and she was
not entirely incorrect. Some men were rude and arrogant, some were nice
gentlemen and some were pervert. She believed that those who were rude think
women as an inferior race and a slave. Those who were nice gentlemen were fake
and they just wanted to get inside her panty after inpressing her and those who
were pervert being looking for a chance to rape her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">On the
top of the list of perverts lies Roshan Mehra, her immediate supervisor. He
never left any chance to peek inside her cleavage while standing next to her
table, sometimes he used to rub his body against her body and sometimes he
brushed his hands against her back. Ankita felt disgusted. She wanted to slap
him hard but the way he used to touch her always seemed accidental and it was
difficult for her to pinpoint something. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">The
number of females were less in the office and out of then there was only one
with whom Ankita was close, Sana. They used to sit next to each other. The only
reason why Ankita was befriended to Sana was because she was a female. They
used to talk in the break time and sometimes between the works too. Ankita even
told her about the obnoxious behavior of Roshan and Sana felt pity for Ankita.
She always gave her mental support and was always by her side no matter what
happened with Ankita.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Amid
these things Ankita kept doing the thing which she did the best, hard work.
Among all the employees Ankita’s position was always highly rated and she was
regularly praised for her work and determination. Two months ago, she even won
half yearly best employee award. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">....<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">The
board room filled with the sound of clapping and all the seniors were on their
feet as soon as Ankita finished her presentation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“We all
are very proud of you. You are the future of this company.” Aditya Saxena, the
manager of the company said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Thanks
a lot sir but to be honest, Sana has helped me with the data of the production
unit. This was not possible without her.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Oh! I
see but that was just a small part the major things were done by you, all alone”
The manager went on,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Anyway,
congratulations to you too Sana. If you continue working under her like this
even you will shine.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Sir,
but we have same rank.” Ankita interrupted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“I know
that and I was not exactly talking about the rank. It’s something else. I hope
you guys understand what I mean to say.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Ankita
looked at Sana and passed an apologetic smile. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“It’s ok
and you don’t have to feel sorry about this.” Sana replied happily and hugged
Ankita.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Promotions
were round the corner and Ankita’s hard work made her the top pick between
authorities and every single employee.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Ankita
was taking a cup of coffee just then she realized that Roshan was standing
behind her. This was the place where Roshan tried to touch her most of the
time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“You
know promotions are round the corner.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Yes, I know,
sir.” Ankita replied and started walking away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Roshan immediately
held her hand and said,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“I can
make sure you get the promotion only if…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“I don’t
need anybody’s help I’m working hard for it and I know I’ll be rewarded. If not
this time, then certainly the next time.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“You are
making a mistake mind you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“How
will you guarantee a promotion, sir?” Sana, who was standing near the entrance
said in a harsh tone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“That’s
none of your business.” He shouted back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Sana
looked deep into his eyes and softly said,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“Please
enlighten me, sir” and Roshan walked away.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Ankita
immediately hugged Sana and started weeping. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Thank
you so much.” Ankita said and Sana brushed her hairs to comfort her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><b>To be continued.......</b></span></div>
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<b>Genre: </b> Thriller<br />
<b>Publisher:</b> Smashwords edition<br />
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<b><u>Book Jacket:</u></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 17.5636348724365px;">In a daring midnight operation by armed men, over 10,000 pilgrims are taken hostage en route to the holy shrine of Vaishno Devi, a popular Himalayan religious-tourist destination in the troubled state of Jammu & Kashmir in Northern India. The hostage-takers threaten to shoot pilgrims every day, unless the incumbent Government accedes to their demands.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 17.5636348724365px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 17.5636348724365px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 17.5636348724365px;">With the largest Hindu festival of Diwali just around the corner and elections less than six months away, the Government at the center is under immense pressure to act. What will the Government do? The army? The intelligence agencies? The common man?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 17.5636348724365px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 17.5636348724365px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 17.5636348724365px;">No terrorist group has claimed responsibility for the attack. Who are these men? Is there a larger plot? Faced with such unprecedented events, will the country descend into unimaginable anarchy or will it rise above the issues of collective apathy and greed that have plagued it since Independence?</span><br />
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Operation Jai Mata Di is the debut work of Pratik Shah. For
his first published work the author has done a reasonable job. Though, there is
a lot of scope for improvement but still it’s qualified to be called as a
decent work. His writing is to the straightforward and crisp. The author has
tried his best to make an impactful debut but I believe he falls short.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The story gyrates around the mountains of Maa Vaishno Devi,
where almost 10,000 pilgrims are being held captive by terrorists. They want
the government to fulfil their demands or else one by one they will shoot down
the devotees. Which terrorist organizations do they belong to is still a mystery
or are they?<o:p></o:p></div>
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The story line is intriguing and will keep the readers
bounded. The description of the place is up to mark and I can say this because
every year without fail, as a true devotee, I have visited this place for the
last ten years and this was also one of the reasons why I was looking forward
to read this book. Author’s command over
the story was great and admirable. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Nevertheless, even if the narrative is honest and
intriguing, the spot is practically inconceivable. The restriction and norms
will never permit such a great number of devotees at the sights. Some of the
scenes are disturbing or I should better say degrading. There are minor loop
holes in the story here and there but then you can easily ignore it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I would not say that it’s not a good book but yes, it could
have been better. For me it doesn’t fall in the fiction genre because I would categorize
it as a Fantasy. Readers will not be
disappointed after reading this book. Read this book for its description and
thrill. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p><b>RATED: 3/5</b> </o:p></div>
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<b>Publisher:</b> Amaryllis</div>
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<b>Pages: </b> 288</div>
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<b>Genre: </b> Fiction</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 17.5636348724365px;">Devaki lives in Kerala, confident in the hope that one day her only son Naresh will return from the States. Instead she gets a call from her granddaughter Sheela informing her of Naresh's death. Sheela comes to India to visit Devaki. This is Sheela's first visit to India. </span><br />
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To be very honest with all my
readers, there are few publishing house whom I really trust and Amaryllis is
one of them. It’s not that I have read every book of this publishing house but
so far there is no bad experience. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Circle of fate written by Prita
Warrier is her debut work and for her first book, she has done an exceptional
job. Her writing is mature, calm and beautiful. It’s hard to believe that it’s
her debut book. She has successfully
blended various emotions in the story.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The story starts with Sheela, who
lost her parents were killed in a road accident. She started to feel alone in
her own country i.e. America and so she decided to come to her grandmother,
Devika in India. Devika on the other hand was waiting for her son Naresh
unaware of the fact that he was dead. The <i>America-returned</i>
had a tough time in adjusting in a small village in Kerala. Just when the two women were getting
comfortable with each other, in the course of finding her root, Sheela stumbles
upon some informations and
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The story revolves around Devika,
the protagonist. Her character is intense, mysterious and composed. Her
character is well bounded and her representation is perfect. Sheela on the other hand is aggressive with
her emotions and sometimes flow away with the situation. Though the character
of Naresh is not alive from the very beginning but he has given a considerable amount of footage
and his parts are good.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The story is a perfect blend of
sorrow, anger, hate and redemption. Though these are all negative emotions but
in this story it really works well. The descriptions are perfect, especially
the way the author has shown the village. The way she describes the places and
character is as good as real. Though this is a work of fiction but it looks
real. The way this book ends will definitely leave the readers thinking for a while,
that means this is going to stay with you.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The pace of the story is slow and
sometimes it proceeds with a crawling speed which may be not liked by many
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Overall, I believe it’s a kind of
book which you would like to read when you are relaxed and want to spend a day
reading book but if you are looking for fast read with some fun and romance
then this is not your book. Though this book is slow but it’s effective and
capable enough to stay with you for a long time. It needs courage to write such stories and the
author has done it with perfection. Definitely worth reading. So, sit back,
relax and enjoy the book.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18219209009579553358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130799987743372475.post-54448740145388044172015-02-07T07:02:00.000-05:002015-02-07T07:05:20.604-05:00An Interview with the Best- Selling Author of Half-Life : M H RAHMAN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white;">M H <span class="wm2ps40m42p" id="wm2ps40m42p_10" style="border-image-outset: initial; border-image-repeat: initial; border-image-slice: initial; border-image-source: initial; border-image-width: initial; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Rahman</span>, 24, is many a thing at the same time. Primarily a <span class="k2dso7752" id="k2dso7752_14" style="border-image-outset: initial; border-image-repeat: initial; border-image-slice: initial; border-image-source: initial; border-image-width: initial; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">blogger</span> and a hobbyist writer, he wrote a fan-fiction called The Vampires In My Diaries (of the original US TV SHOW, The <span class="iy102qw9005m" id="iy102qw9005m_1" style="border-image-outset: initial; border-image-repeat: initial; border-image-slice: initial; border-image-source: initial; border-image-width: initial; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Vampire Diaries</span>). Rahman's debut international fiction/thriller, <span class="wm2ps40m42p" id="wm2ps40m42p_8" style="border-image-outset: initial; border-image-repeat: initial; border-image-slice: initial; border-image-source: initial; border-image-width: initial; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">HALF LIFE</span>, was released on September 1, 2014 and is now a BESTSELLER on NewsHunt.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Rahman recently laid the foundation of his very first Start-up called B' <span class="k2dso7752" id="k2dso7752_11" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Busters</span> N <span class="iy102qw9005m" id="iy102qw9005m_13" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Busted</span>. Being the Founder/CEO of B' Busters N Busted- an e-media outlet, Rahman will be personally <span class="wm2ps40m42p" id="wm2ps40m42p_1" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">interviewing</span> some rare talents of the world while narrating their <span class="k2dso7752" id="k2dso7752_6" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">success stories </span>in a different way.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">He also started his band recently called The B.A.N.N.E.D Indians and on Januray 1, 2015 they released their first music album called HALF LIFE (named after Rahman's debut novel) on soundcloud. The music album is based on the theme and characters of the bestselling novel.</span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1)<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><b>What inspired you to start writing this book?</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ans. JK Rowling inspired me to
write stories. She gave us the best childhood fantasies through Harry Potter.
As for this book (HALF LIFE), let me first clear the doubt that many have...
this book was not inspired by the popular computer game by the same name or
Chetan Bhagat’s Half Girlfriend :P ;) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Back in 2008, I was watching this
movie called HALF LIFE (which I couldn’t finish by the way), which got me
thinking all about this term “HALF LIFE”. From that day onwards, I have had
long, deep thoughts about what all it could mean: <i>an incomplete life</i>, <i>a ghost</i>,
a <i>half living-half dead human</i> and
that’s when the supernatural theme struck me and I spun the whole story around
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ans. THE B.A.N.N.E.D INDIANS is my
musical band that I co-own with Sheen Shamshad. I’m essentially the song-writer
for our band while Sheen is the composer and the singer. We formed this band
when he approached me with a proposal to create a Music Album on my novel's
(HALF LIFE) theme and characters. And let me tell you that this guy is really
talented.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If you listen to this Reborn song
music (which is the theme song/music for HALF LIFE book as well as HALF LIFE
music album), it gives you these goose-bumps. When I had first listened to it,
in that very moment I had made up my mind that I had to work with him on this
project.</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFAx-4-gIiZebJDqCV54Acw4JbuRKgfxFYScjoSkifKXwjCIPa9-2k7jc066MFrs3lEEIE_Y2Hl6Sr2DLxUJSYI7yPrEXDN__4eqMCCjuhqxgSQp9aM_bt_vAj_-R7RAQGS0OXjK6u_g/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFAx-4-gIiZebJDqCV54Acw4JbuRKgfxFYScjoSkifKXwjCIPa9-2k7jc066MFrs3lEEIE_Y2Hl6Sr2DLxUJSYI7yPrEXDN__4eqMCCjuhqxgSQp9aM_bt_vAj_-R7RAQGS0OXjK6u_g/s1600/5.jpg" height="200" width="199" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For the past few months, we have
been busy with our first music album which is also called HALF LIFE after my
bestselling book. We have released the first song, “Reborn” on soundcloud,
reverbnation and youtube. The other songs will be released soon. Besides, our
band has decided to create music and songs for all my books in the future.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ans. That’s a pretty tough one to
answer. I can’t choose. I have been singing even before I started writing. If
writing is my heart, music has been my soul. And I would not be alive without
either of them. This was one of the primary reasons why we formed THE
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ans. Yes, I guess it’s odd but I
have nightmares quite often. There’s this one which I have since childhood. I
watch myself falling from the top of a giant
ferris-wheel. And just before I am about to hit the ground, I wake up...
panting for breath.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Besides, sometimes I also have
nightmares where I’m trying to outrun vampires and werewolves who are trying to
hunt me down. And a year ago, I had a weird nightmare and it intrigued me so
much that I’ve decided to turn it into one of my stories. Well, now you know
it’s not just the protagonist (of my book HALF LIFE) Parker Williamson who has
trouble sleeping due to nightmares ;) :P</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ans. Hahaha! I see where this is
going ;) I dream of The Vampire Diaries actress, Nina Dobrev :) <3</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But on a serious note, Mayank...
DREAMER is that ONE word that could describe me entirely. I have reveries,
dreams and often nightmares too. I dream of a lot of things. HALF LIFE was my
dream. THE B.A.N.N.E.D INDIANS was a dream for me too... to be able to
contribute to the music world. And now, I dream of this world being a much
better place to live than it is now. I dream of making some contribution to the
society and this is where my start-up, B’ BUSTERS N BUSTED comes into play.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ans. HALF LIFE took me just about
a year to write but I had been working on the plot since I was in the 12<sup>th</sup>
grade(2008). All this time I spent on researching about the supernatural
background of the plot... also the locations I would set the story in and with
each passing year, the twists kept piling up, the number of characters grew.
And then I spent an awful amount of time eliminating the loopholes the story
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up- B’BUSTERS N BUSTED, www.bbusternnbusted.com What is it really all about?</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ans. B’ Busters N Busted (3B) aims
to share the FAILURE STORIES as our tagline goes, <i>Behind every SUCCESS, there’s a FAILURE.</i> Apart from such stories,
we cover the stories of women in our society who are paving their own path of
success but do not get recognized for the same. Most people are scared of
failure and this stops them from even trying. We aim to take away this fear by
telling the world that it’s okay to fail… you only have to be successful once.</span></div>
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every success, there is failure”. So, how many times you faced failure in the
process of getting this book published?</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ans. Fortunately or unfortunately,
I just applied to 3 publishing houses and two of them rejected it.</span></div>
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www.thevampiresinmydiaries.blogspot.in received a great response, especially
from the lovers of “The vampire diaries”. What pushed you to write a parallel
and different version of “The vampire diaries: Season 5”?</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ans. Yes... to my amazement it has
received a really great response and what delights me even more is the fact
that it all started out as part of an experiment. The Vampire Diaries (TVD)
writers regularly have long discussions where each of the writer shares his/her
own idea as to how the story could move forward. And that one storyline or
theme is selected which is in accordance with or more relevance to the ending
of the show that the creators of the show have in mind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I moved in the direction where
Silas isn’t Stefan’s doppelganger and I sent it over for the production crew.
Obviously, they were clear with their own idea of TVD Season 5. So, I put up
this alternative plot/storyline as Fan-fiction in public domain for my friends
and the TVD fans to enjoy a parallel version of TVD Season 5.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ans. I’m so delighted that the
blog and it’s official Facebook and Google Plus page have been doing so very
well. Besides, I am often asked questions like- is The Vampires in my Diaries
(TVMD) returning? Are Stefan and Damon dead? Will you write a TVMD Season 6?
Well, it’s too early to make promises but YES, I am definitely woking on it’s
NEW SEASON. To all my friends and fans out there, I just wanna say that 'guys,
you never know what surprises 2015 has in store for ya'!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ans. Of course, I do want to keep
writing more books because there are so many Supernatural Thrillers yet to be
told. But as of now, I can’t tell you exactly when my next book would come. I
have been busy with two book projects right now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One of them is a story of a cursed town named
CROSSVILLE (which is also the title of the novel). And the second one is a
quartet (four book)-series titled, IMMORTAL BLOODLINES <span style="color: #181818; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;">(#1.The Hunt #2.The Chase #3.The Feed #4.The Kill)<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span>, which I like to call my dream project.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ans. <span style="color: #181818;">To all those budding writers out there, I just want to
say that please don't write for others, please don’t write for money or fame...
but write it for yourself because that is what will keep you going even in the
face of adversity, rejection and/or skeptic reviews. Additionally, I'd like to
quote what one of my author friends once told me, "write the story the way
you want to hear one". I wish ya all the luck in the world! :)</span></span></div>
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