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Encounters of a cynical kind: Short Story - The Stories of Borges
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Encounters of a cynical kind. Sunday, December 05, 2010. Short Story - The Stories of Borges. The first Borges I read was when a friend sent me an electronic version, doubtless not paid for, of Death and the Compass. Such an impression did it have upon me, that I hurried to a bookstore the same evening in search of more. They told me they did not stock Borges and had not done so in twenty years. I returned home dejected but determined to find it elsewhere the next day. I can It looks absurd. He pondered ...
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Encounters of a cynical kind: Short Story - Words
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Encounters of a cynical kind. Sunday, March 13, 2011. Short Story - Words. The wind grew stronger. It howled its way into the gaps of shut windows and doors – a path otherwise monopolized by sunlight – but there wasn’t a sun this afternoon, or maybe there was, hidden behind the angry, dirty clouds, but from the ground, it was difficult to say. In the distance, thunder clapped, as did the errant tin roofs of makeshift shanties. 8220;How was that then? 8221; asked the man with the gun. 8220;You might as we...
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Encounters of a cynical kind: Short Story - The Story That Can't Be Told
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Encounters of a cynical kind. Thursday, December 16, 2010. Short Story - The Story That Can't Be Told. Just to see what happens? Happens to me all the time. I have to turn away and look elsewhere until it passes. Presently, the platform ends and I turn back. The porter was wrong! There still is a train tonight! I rush back to my bench and pick up the suitcase. The dog, I notice, has slipped away. 8221; I tell her, “there is another train! I have seen it just now! 8221; I scream, “are you stupid? I throw ...
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Encounters of a cynical kind: Saving Money
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Encounters of a cynical kind. Sunday, June 12, 2011. In the middle of all this, there came and passed a mock examination that the college conducted in anticipation of the actual university exams. Not even the most dedicated students appeared for it, choosing instead, to go back to their homes and spend that time studying on their own, while being taken care of by deliriously happy mothers . Kaushik, too, chose to go back home. In his own mind, however, he liked to think that that wasn’t the point. Chauss...
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Encounters of a cynical kind: Short Story - The Ferris Wheel
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Encounters of a cynical kind. Saturday, December 04, 2010. Short Story - The Ferris Wheel. Though there were various versions of the story of what happened to the patriarch all those years ago, they varied only in the minor details. The story went thus:. That the boy, now the patriarch, had the devil in him was unanimously agreed upon. It had been twenty years since. He walked out to a crimson sky, with patches of fire, out of which bellowed out black smoke. On both sides, the barren plains were obsc...
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Encounters of a cynical kind: Short Story - Ganglands
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Encounters of a cynical kind. Friday, May 15, 2009. Short Story - Ganglands. Once upon a time, in a little known town in India, there lived two handsome young men, driven by one great ambition – to bring the town’s haphazard but promising gangland under their control. Naturally, the two bayed for each other’s blood. Someone suggested eliciting the local police’s help. “Let them sleep” said somebody else. In short, the entire town was on the verge of revolt. Till the two ran, unplanned, into each other at...
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Encounters of a cynical kind: Short Story - Armageddon
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Encounters of a cynical kind. Thursday, October 02, 2008. Short Story - Armageddon. It was a meeting like no other. Clouds wheezed by. Thunders clapped, but did not touch the two. The stars above were the size of the moon. The moon filled half the sky. It was bright. Really bright. But the Sun could not be seen. Finally, Man and God were meeting. It was God who had set the ball rolling. Prime Ministers and Presidents of all countries in the world had received an email stating. 8216;Yours truly, God’.
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Encounters of a cynical kind: Ulan Bator: A City In Flux
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Encounters of a cynical kind. Thursday, July 10, 2014. Ulan Bator: A City In Flux. By the time the train reaches the Ulan Bator railway station, it is past ten in the morning. The sun is already high up and it is warm and bright and will remain so for many hours. It is July and summer, and the days never end. The entire country’s population, and yet, is about as populated as, say, Jabalpur, but only half as densely. Blue Sky Tower and other impending constructions. A country lost in time. And yet, inevit...
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Encounters of a cynical kind: Backstreet's Back, Alright!
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Encounters of a cynical kind. Thursday, July 10, 2014. Backstreet's Back, Alright! Its been a long long time since anything's happened on this blog apart from posts being removed. I had started to think I might give up blogging altogether, and I am still not convinced I won't, but for now, I've decided I might as well keep it going, shamelessly posting links to other websites where my name has appeared. But really, some of what has appeared on this blog earlier, is very nearly utter bullshit.
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Encounters of a cynical kind: Short Story - Wrong Skills
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Encounters of a cynical kind. Monday, January 31, 2011. Short Story - Wrong Skills. That a ruler’s son would succeed his father to the throne was not the cause for concern. The problem was the son himself. It was a widely held belief that the boy was a retard. Indeed, there were whispered suggestions that he was not even the King’s own son and that the King had in fact enlisted the services of his closest minister to administer the requisite services upon the Queen. The first request the Prince made,.
