So, the results came out a while back. Though, there was a bit of surprise involved yet it might prove to be the best thing to have happened in the past four semesters. It was bad. But then, it got me thinking, thinking about the Ranchos and the Silencers. The
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I’m woken up by the loud knocks on my cabinet door. "Oh, c’mon people, I haven’t slept for the last 36 hours", I say to myself. I have to comply though, and so I do. "No one breaks protocols here", says Gen. Rawat.
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3rd July, 2012 The Hindu published the overview of the report submitted by the J&K Group of Interlocutors in May, 2012; it’s criticism and their clarification for the so called misinterpretation by the critics viz. Samajwadi Party, JD (U) etc and various religious groups referred to as
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Control. What is it? How do you define it? Can you actually ever, be in control? Answers. Life is but, a quest for the answers to some questions, some trivial, some not so. All your life, control, is one thing which you wish to achieve. Days, months, years of planning,
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Prologue May 3, 2012 “We have target in sight” “Keep track of him. Don’t lose him at any cost! We need the bastard!” They knew. RAW knew. He had not been able to lose the tail. He knew he did not have much time. The file had been passed
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He was scared, wary, of his mother; who if disturbed in her sleep would definitely give him a good whack! Currently, he tried obstructing the light originating from the candle with his hands. He tried to put off the candle again. _______ “Mom!”, she screamed. Jennifer came rushing, “What!?” “I swear
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As the world stood crumbling, Ashes, fire, smoke, dust! I looked at her, the face; damp, beneath all that soot! This is the end, of the dreams, the hopes, the world! It’s us against the world, It’s us against the forces! The ground shook in it’s stillness,
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I looked up, at the blue sky Took a moment, to let the aura fill in Then moved in, through the gates, faces, barricades; It all smelled nice, it all felt bright. A whole myriad of faces, filled with laughter, Hidden under paints, It all seemed shallow, so pathetic!! Someone,
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Scared I was, That day my bicycle lost it’s supports; Afraid, excited, free. I remember that I threw as you let go of the bike, And the one after that, When I caught you smiling! Scared, for sure I was; but then, it changed! Scared I was, That day
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So, what is Justice? How, how do you define it? And, what separates it from Revenge? These were a few questions that sprung to my mind as a result of some time spent thinking on issues other than the assignments and projects. The Indian Constitution imagines a judge to be
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“If we are to be together, we’ll surely be…” November 22nd, 2025 00:30 am New Delhi I looked at my watch again, it struck half-way past twelve. “Twelve-thirty .. Hmm…” It was any ways a bad time to travel, and more so for a woman, in this notorious city,
It was just one of those normal, routine struck days in my life, when I stumbled upon a very depressing yet intriguing fact. Well, as I just love sitting idle and thinking, I was doing about the same, the only thing different here was that I was also in the