The party was in full swing: some people swaying to the music, others indulged in conversation while the rest preferred fretting it away at the bar. The host of this carnival was Rob Odane, the newly promoted CEO of Globocorp. This party was to celebrate his promotion and as a result all his colleagues including subordinates had been invited to the party. Finally on everyone’s request, Rob went to the stage to “say a few words” in honor of the night. With the cigarette still lit in his hand, Rob …

It was 4 am of the Sunday morning when our eyes opened. Delhi’s air is freshest at this time. The only Homo sapiens we could see other than five of us were newspaper vendors. Every vendor who crossed us gave us a very strange gaze. It took me about 15 minutes to reboot and refresh my senses to realize that I have been lying down unconsciously on footpath with my friends Gaurav, Ashu, Peeyush and Abhijeet. It seemed that we were badly beaten – kicked, punched and stamped before somebody …

The boy groggily unstuck one gummy eye and peered through the frozen 6 AM darkness.  He had been flapping around with his free hand trying to hit ‘snooze’ for the third time when his fingers made contact with the contraption perched precariously at the edge of his study table/doodle counter. He heard it bounce twice, thump against the wall and come to rest after a few cartwheels. Sighing, he turned over on his side to assess the damage done to the blood-red alarm clock, which now lay facedown on the …

Seth woke up with a scream……
No way could this be a mere co-incidence. He had already gone through the complete compilations of Freud and yet he could not find a single clue to why this was happening. It was as if the term ‘deja-vu’ had been coined just for this reason.
Satishwar Shah, or better known as Seth, a name coined by his colleagues not out of adoration but the necessity to avoid pronouncing his rather ‘difficult’ name, was the Chief of the Research Department at Global Corp., a company with …

Once again it was the same problem – the food was not up to the mark. The rice being overcooked and the dal being too insipid; and what was utterly unforgivable was the fish curry. For one thing that Raj can never compromise on was his fish curry – it has to be perfect…………
Seething with anger, he called for the cook who was none other than his mom, Sheila. “Mom, what is the matter with you? Ever since I have come back from my hostel, I have not …