“George Pattison once said, “ it is better to fight for something than live for nothing.” Corporate Atyaachar is one such story of a young graduate freshly out of grad school who learns the nuances of the business world bit by bit fighting each day. The author Abhay Nagarajan paints a colorful picture of the life of a young 24-year-old recruit his trials and tribulations and his tryst with an irksome, self obsessed narcissist boss.
Armed with a bachelors degree from Shri Ram College of Commerce and a masters in finance …

Anna stood wistfully staring at the sky whilst dear little Molly, just three years old, looked up at the pretty doll with beautiful long blonde tresses in the window of the toy shop on the edge of town. “Mummy” Molly said, “that’s the doll I would like Father Christmas to bring me”……… a tear rolled down Anna’s cheek…., seen only by the moonlight………… she knew that it would be impossible for her to buy poor little Molly anything this year. They were supposed to start a new life in Spain …

The hair restoration television commercial begins with the announcer asking, “Men, is your life missing something?” Bald men sulk in front of mirrors, trying on baseball caps and running their hands through thinning or non-existent hair. Then they dramatically hang their heads and shake them in defeat.
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints’ television commercial begins with the announcer asking, “Is your life missing something?” Housewives, elderly folks, and young urban professionals sit in their cars, rocking chairs, and behind their office desks. They look beaten down by …

My eyes were drawn to one of the paintings are displayed neatly in front of me. Today is Thursday, right in the month of August in 2011. I walked to one of a very dark room, my feet stepped on something, I’m surprised, I turned around and lowered my head, look over there a middle-aged woman who was painting. I’m confused as to why in this dark room there was a woman who paints only with a speck of light candles in front of him. I did not dare approach …

“Listen Dave, where gonna put the money in the bag, stuff the rest of franklins in the safe so the cops can’t FIND it!”
Matthew slaps Dave in the face.
You listening!?!?
“Oh course I’m listening,! What the buck you think I’m doing here. Fiddling with my fingers! This is REAL LIFE, I AINT PLAYING NO GAMES!” Dave’s voice rose higher than marijuana smoke brain activity. He huffed, puffed and settled into a calming state of mind.
Matthew and Dave were both bent down. Knee high, waist low, like paying respects to a tomb. …

Everything happens for a reason. When life takes an unexpected turn either it gives rise to a miserable storm or showers sunshine. There is always a way for happiness after sadness and vice versa. Something similar was my story. It was going great between John and me. We were happy together or at least, I would say I was happy with him. But as they say nothing is forever, things change without prior notice, and we call it life. I was clueless about what was going in John’s mind.
I started …

It was dark and wet. Spring had just arrived and all was quiet but for the sound of his heavy breathing and the dripping water. His snoring echoed throughout and frightened intruders away.
All of a sudden, he woke up coughing and heaving. He scrambled for a cigarette and found a half smoked one in the ground. It was damp and moldy, but he didn’t care. He lit up and the coughing stopped. His breathing slowed down. His eyes were bloodshot and he could taste the bitterness of his own breath. …

Laetitia is wearing colorful socks, a bit like mine, but wilder. Women have more choice when it comes to socks. Women have more choice in general. Her socks are pinky with yellow and green spots. I noticed those colors immediately, I’d describe them as bright little monsters devouring the pink. I am sure she disagrees with that statement. She ‘d call them cute little things. She is a girl. We disagree a lot, and often. Yet I fall about those raised eyebrows on her face, over and over. She chuckles, …

‘Pay attention to me when I’m talking,’ she raged.
Her husband flung his hands from the steering wheel in disgust. ‘Want us to have an accident?’
‘You do know her!  Admit it!’
He stopped at a red light.
‘I’m so so sad,’ his new wife flicked long fingers up to her eyes to wipe away the tears that had started falling.  ‘‘You swore you loved me.’
‘Of course I love, you I married you didn’t I,’ he reassured.
The lights turned green and he continued driving.
‘But you’re still seeing her.  Her with the too tight skirts …