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  [Thank you Joseph Thumpassery for your inputs] Everyone loves taking naps. The deeper our naps are, better it is the time to facilitate looting, quite unaware. Looting is a multilayered term that's used to debunk our mortal truths and indoctrinated brainwashes. Further it is used to garner greater profits by many in the high echelons of power. While truths are like dreams, the brainwashes are nightmares and, vice versa. Life has become risky by the day as quick profiteering is kicking out the ethics of conducting good business. The Great Indian Riddle? Ask yourself![ 1 ] Take the case of the car industry. Despite all the progress made on the technology front, Indian cars do not pass through rigorous tests. This is very much unlike the ones that are manufactured in the same plant for export. It is perhaps for such poor quality standards that we place our Gods of Worship on the dashboard, seeking protection from pitfalls to save us from such double standards. The beauty and angui

LIQUORIFIED [This is purely an act of fiction. Names, characters, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Content designed may provide helpful information on the subjects discussed along with presentations/illustrations for highlighting the plight of an aggrieved. The author assumes no liabilities of any kind with respect to the accuracy or completeness of the contents. Any resemblance to persons living or dead may be purely coincidental] With credits to Bibhash Chandra Tripathi Money at hand was scarce in the days that we spent in college. But that wasn't a deterrent when it came to go on a drinking binge with batchmates. After all, it was our four years at stake to build and establish ourselves. The timespan was huge, little we realised that we had to appear in six challenging subjects per semester. While many reign supreme this day in various organisations worldwide, the days spent in the college were never forgo

[This is purely an act of fiction. Names, characters, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Content designed may provide helpful information on the subjects discussed along with presentations/illustrations for highlighting the plight of an aggrieved. The author assumes no liabilities of any kind with respect to the accuracy or completeness of the contents. Any resemblance to persons living or dead may be purely coincidental] With credits to Prasun Chakraborty I think, therefore I am – Descartes I was on my way back home from the site office, where construction of an airport was underway on the outskirts of a capital city of a State in India. On the way was my uncle's house and decided to pay my cousin a visit, that was long due. My uncle departed for his heavenly abode a couple of years before the mandemic and left the house to his only son who stayed there with his wife and son. As I was entering the house,

[This is purely an act of fiction. Names, characters, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Content designed may provide helpful information on the subjects discussed along with presentations/illustrations for highlighting the plight of an aggrieved. The author assumes no liabilities of any kind with respect to the accuracy or completeness of the contents. Any resemblance to persons living or dead may be purely coincidental] With credits to Mrs. Papia Kundu nee Mondal a friend from childhood Dipak had barely completed his diploma in civil engineering when he landed in a job as a junior engineer in a central government department. Such personnel were the eyes of the organisation at the ground level. It was a mass recruitment of sorts where, the country was reshaping itself, a couple of decades after independence. Observing his deft skill-sets, he was selected by his peers for a foreign posting, most immediately. Every

[This is purely an act of fiction. Names, characters, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Content designed may provide helpful information on the subjects discussed along with presentations/illustrations for highlighting the plight of an aggrieved. The author assumes no liabilities of any kind with respect to the accuracy or completeness of the contents. Any resemblance to persons living or dead may be purely coincidental]   Sparkling under the morning sunshine, barely had I taken out my beauty out of the garage when a #juvenile or just beyond, rammed into my car, severely paralyzing it on a beautiful October morning in his playful gesture. Barely had my son completed the honours of closing the garage gates that I usually do and, settled down in the co-driver’s seat while I was at the wheels. It was parked momentarily by the road near my residence, before intending to take off to attend to an appointment with th

[This is purely an act of fiction. Names, characters, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. C ontent designed may provide helpful information on the subjects discussed along with presentations/illustrations for highlighting the plight of an aggrieved. The author assume no liabilities of any kind with respect to the accuracy or completeness of the contents. Any resemblance to persons living or dead may be purely coincidental] With vivid inputs from Zuam – Amit Chaudhuri Times were difficult those days in securing a job and more so, when the family income was starved of a decent living. That was suffocating for the members of Joy’s family that saw loss of jobs with dwindling family income in a very short time. The frame of mind was inexplicable. Dearth of jobs was a nationwide syndrome with opportunities getting scarce. Sustenance was getting difficult by the day with spiraling prices and hope of getting a job r