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I still remember the words of Lord Krishna in B.R Chopra’s Mahabharata “Whenever there will be rise of evil force; I will take birth to end the cruelty and give birth to righteousness.” I kept playing that in loop and tried enacting that, knowing the fact that I can’t be a good actor. India suffered from diseases; Ramdev came into the scene as the protector of Indian originated, Yoga. I thought he is the doctor version of the “reincarnated Lord Krishna”. When women got raped in different parts of India; Asaram Bapu came with his “Brother Sister speech”. I thought he is drunken version of the “reincarnated Lord Krishna”. When people were going through rough phase of their lives; Nirmal baba came with his “Kripa” theory. I thought he is the service provider version of the “reincarnated Lord Krishna”. In last few years, there has been a rise of these “reincarnated Lord Krishna”. Some has been modest and true to their work and proved to be worthy for this country of diversity, wh...

Chapter 4<- Link A story of a friend...by a friend... The unknown number pulled every single nerve out of Mridul’s body or was he just just over reacting at that point of time, no one could have told.  ‘Who can it be at this point of time?’ thought Mridul before picking up the phone. “Hello! May I know who is there on the line” he asked. “Hey! It’s me Malvika” a known voice came from the other side. “Oh hi! Malvika, I am honored on hearing your voice” the tone was sarcastic and he was more interested in his parents conversation. “Why are you so rude? Anyway give me Parth’s mobile number” the vexation could be noticed in her voice. Without any salutation Mridul cut the phone and sent her Parth’s number. ‘Why the heck she needs his number now, when everything is over’ he thought, though his eyes were fixed to his parents conversation and he was watching it from the edge of the semi closed room's door. He felt helpless and decided to go back ...

The morning was cold and the quilt was warm enough to keep me wrapped inside like a new born baby. Let the debate begin The phone was the only perpetrator which could have harassed my dreams. On a normal day I would not have picked any call but somewhere I thought it might be for an interview call which I was expecting lately. My eyes were still closed knowing the fact that sun won’t miss a single chance to assault my pupils. I picked up the call. To my dismay, it was a friend of mine asking to attend the college so that I could be one of the panel to  judge an intra-college debate competition to select a team for University Fest. I was still lazy but I have always loved such competitions; debate being my favourite. I readily agreed for the proceedings. ******** “The topic is Social media’s effect is dying down in Youth” announced the organizer proudly, who himself was a participant and was eager to start. ‘May be he believed in first mover’s advantage’ I ...

Chapter 2<-Link A Story of a Friend..by a Friend “Mamma I am home, really tired…taking a short nap” said Mridul and went straight to his bedroom. “ B eta! Khaana tyaar hai …have it na” yelled his mother from kitchen, telling Mridul that food was ready. Mridul was already inside his room. Hours passed and he didn’t come out of his room. “I don’t know why he is behaving like this, he is spoiling home’s atmosphere” said his mother with lots of concern and anger at same time. “Why are you complaining this to me, how would I know what has happened to him? He never shares anything with me.” argued his father, while changing the channel of television. “It’s of no use to talk to you and him, you both are screwing up my life” asserted his mother and went to fetch a glass of water for Mr. Gupta. Mridul was listening to the conversation of his parents, when suddenly his mobile phone rang... *Chapter 4 coming up

The training was going ‘miserably’ fun, as it was my first time hands on experience on a colour Television. After getting back from the factory, I was sweating excessively in gym. I was tired to hell and the walk to my home back was looking like never ending. Finally I reached my home and the body ache forced me to skip my dinner (first in my lifetime!) and go to my bed with full throttle AC. ******** “Mrigank actually I can’t give you my number...umm...I mean my parents don’t like me talking to boys. I am sorry.” said a beautiful voice, the person I had big crush on. “Yeah! It’s OK no problem. So how can we be in contact after school?” I asked after a little embarrassment. “We can be in contact through mails. It’s fun...I mean the anxiety of expecting a reply and then replying with a smile on. By the way, why didn’t you have lunch? Do you really take our fight that seriously?” she was playing my mind but that was a sweet feeling. “Ya, you are a friend of mine ra...

I was enjoying my day off from training due to excessive heat. I was online on FB as usual and I was as usual dreaming about high paid jobs after a MBA degree which I was hoping to pursue after my B.Tech.   The life is certainly an amalgam of dreams and the reality and the one who knows the correct ratio of the two can always succeed. My dreams are never ending and so instead of dreaming, I chose to download official guide of GMAT for reading, when suddenly a notification flashed on my desktop “Someone added a new photo: “My best birthday J “. Instantly my hand went on that notification to see what it’s like to call your birthday the best.    There were around 20-24 pictures and that smile on every person’s face that could be seen in the photographs told me enough that why it is the best birthday. The smile was content and full of what...umm...emotions that it seemed like that someone have won the whole world. I realised one thing that day, happiness is not...