New Life Starts Now

The last of the college days were passing bringing with it the doom of being jobless and pushed out there into the open and wild, exposed to the naked eye, to be examined and judged by everybody and tolerate their snide comments with smirk expressions, to be laid bare bones in front of the society and to be laden with thorned flowers celebrating the defeat and failure of not triumphing when the world expects you to. Continue reading

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Disguised Optimist

I have loved computers since I first rammed my tubby fingers on the keyboard. The visual display and the output in cognition to my input was magical.
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Summer Incense with Kyra

In the hot burning afternoon of  23rd May, 2012, an unkempt black haired, tall and carelessly handsome teen was enjoying his prep siesta on his study table after having a delightful lunch of rice, dal, aloo bhaja, dahi, salad and ghuguni(chickpea) curry having no strain on his mind while he dozed off pressing his chin on the second page of the Systems Programming book written by yet another MIT Professor ‘John J. Donovan’ to torment the Engineering students. He shifted his head to a more comfortable position and knocking off the pen-holder in the process still lost in his reverie that Will you click to read more?