All eyes turned in unison towards the sparkling white ambassador that was swaying its way through the green rice fields to the village, something that was now called a rehabilitation camp of people from different villages which were affected. Most of them strangers but with the same story. Life always brings you to people who can relate to you. This time, it was death which had got these people together...

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Since his mail came in the morning, he was thinking about these three girls. Girls have a strange trait. While at college they stay in your minds and don’t let you study. While at work, they still stay in your heads and don’t let you work. That is the trait. Whats strange about it is that while you are busy screwing your own life and thinking about them, they pretty nicely manage to do their work, study and even think about Tom Cruise’s break up with Nicole Kidman or what Tulsi would do in the next night’s episode of Kyunki Saans bhi Kabhi Bahu thi...

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With a deep pit in his heart, which he knew he would never be able to fill up, he dragged himself away from the building of Grin Incorporations. The imposing structure would soon bear some other name. From the fear of meeting curious looks of the employees he had retained until the day, the pity workers he had played and toggled with to meet his cunning purposes, he did not even glance for one last time at the empire he had raised. Neither those windows belonged him now, nor did he rule the people standing behind them. All was lost.

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In my first post here on Karma ‘n’ Konfessions, I am gonna tell you guys a story. A story of a guy who is as average as you and me are. I cant remember when I had written it. But I am sure it was one of those times when I was in the most interesting phase in my life. A phase of self doubt and confusion. A phase which engulfs all of us within itself at some point of time in our lives...

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Back in the June of 2005, when I was working on the project of a tourism CD, I witnessed the weirdest and scariest incident of my life.

The plan for the day had been that I pick up Mr. Lambat, an elderly friend of mine and an enthusiast about historical places, and we go to the caves of Ellora for a daylong visit and photography. I packed my camera, a tripod, a torch and extra batteries in the bag and turned up at Mr. Lambat’s place. He had been eagerly waiting for the doorbell. Within next five minutes we were on my bike and a move, ten minutes earlier than the scheduled time of morning seven...

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