Navin M Karmarkar

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"Hey, you… come here…" A man's abrupt voice startles us. "You're Nishant Dixit, isn't it?"               I move my head toward the direction of the voice. A man with a true white skin stands before me, but his face has already flushed crimson with rage. His physical appearance is stunning, with a great haircut and a thick moustache that contributes to his intimidating demeanour. Despite his ordinary build, he exudes a resolve that reminds me of WWE wrestlers.               I turn to face Kiran, Sachin, and Rocky, who are standing in front of me. Their expressions are plainly one of surprise. "Who is this?" I ask softly, my voice full of interest.               The person, clearly agitated by my lack of response, increases his voice, and shouts once more, anxious for my attention. "Hey, I'm...

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“Hey, Kavya, Madhuri, these are my friends, Kiran and Sachin,” I introduce them to Kavya and Madhuri at the so-called lecture some HR consultant had been asked to conduct.               Both of the groups greet each other. While Madhuri flashes a smile at me, Kavya simply acknowledges me with a brief nod before taking her place.               “See?” I whisper to my friends. “She’s been like this for a while.”               “What did you do, Nish?” Kiran asks.               I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know, bro… I just don’t.”               The lecture goes on for what seems like hours. Finally, the time comes for a break. Kavya excuses herself to go to th...

"How do you know Kiran?" Sudheer asks.               The clock reads 7:30 P.M.   Everyone has gone home.               "We met during the interview," I sigh, feeling strange looking at the empty floor.               "If you had joined the day he did, you could have attended the induction together." Unlike Shyam and Shakil, Sudheer isn’t a nerd or a lunatic. He looks to be somewhere in between. “Kiran is getting bored alone," he adds.               ‘ At least someone thinks about me.’               "Do these inductions really bore?" I fire back.               "Um, not really, but they wil...

Dad would often reiterate a point to me while I was growing up. Something he had hoped I would learn. How did he use to put it? The proverbial "rise and shine" applies here. However, I've realized that this adage doesn't hold true in my case. I'm not someone who enjoys getting up early. I've never been a morning person. I don't want to wake up with the sun, as many people advise, especially on Sundays.               Who wants to wake up early on a Sunday?               My dad, without a question. And perhaps people like him.               People like me love to spend as much time as possible cuddling in our beds. The only price I pay for this is I have to listen to my parents' long-winded lectures.               Like every ...