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The Change Is Us

“I Arranged A Desi Pistol, Brought Him To An Isolated Place And Shot Him Thrice.” – The Confession Of A Murderer

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He has lived in a dark, lonely, cage-alike room for years. He talked, asked, heard, laughed, got angry, cried - all on himself.  Then, one sudden day, he was out in the daylight again. He saw the world around, with wide open eyes. “Life is beautiful”-he murmured to himself. “Spread the light”-someone spoke within. He laughed, walked ahead, and never looked back. 2nd … [Read more...]

Bro…Wassup…Dude…LOL…Wanna…Gonna!!! What nonsense is this?

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Scrolling down my facebook page, all of a sudden something hit me. Do I have too many ‘cool’ people in my friend list? The reason why this question popped in my otherwise empty head is that I have never seen these people talking in this weird and pretentious fashion. They are trying to jazz up everything they say. Normal sentences or I should say words are hard to find … [Read more...]

Pardon me, but Sachin Tendulkar is NO saint!! Here’s how I can say this for sure.

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His autobiography has already beaten the sales of those by Steve Jobs. He is in the news yet again even after biding cricket goodbye but how are we ought to believe a man now who has been hiding the truth all through his career and chose to tell it out, loud and clear only when he had said good bye to the game. Master Blaster, Sachin Tendulkar, the game’s God with his … [Read more...]

Married at 15, sexually abused as maid and sold to a brothel in Sona Gacchi – A story that will shock you

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It was the summer of 2009; college life was still in the honeymoon period.  On a bright Monday morning, I sat all joyous and excited in the classroom, waiting for life’s first interview assignment. However, within an hour, it changed to a strange feeling; a blend of fear, uncertainty and reluctance. The task was to visit a sex worker from Sonagacchi (Asia’s largest brothel) and … [Read more...]

The tale of Indian womanhood

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She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs; And hers shall be the breathing balm, And hers the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things. During my years of schooling, when I sat at a wooden desk reading the above lines, in a Convent school run by Roman Catholic nuns, I had no idea about the effect these … [Read more...]