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		<title>Dark Sun</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[He stands up and said &quot;What will I do today?&quot;<br /><br />No one listen. He said it again and again. No one listened. No one noticed. What will he do? He know everything about about modern machinery. But there is no opportunity for him. There is no one to recommend him. No one to refer him to anybody.<br /><br />He screamed again. The glowing sun await him to say &quot;Good Morning&quot;. He thought, today Sun seems like a Dark Ball.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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		<title>A simple interview</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[A few days ago, I received a mail from ... company .The mail message was very simple. They want to meet me for an interview. As it is a simple message, I think it is a small company. I have forwarded a confirmation mail saying that I will attend the interview. <br /><br />Today, I wake up @10 . Then have a tea and a egg puff. Then I went to the company. As I think, it is a small company. They hired a big house to run the company. But around 60 or more people are working there. I&#039;m surprised! 3 receptionists for the company. They are busy in attending calls in 6 phones. <br /><br />They asked for a resume and showed a seat for me. Another middle aged man also waiting for the interview like me. Long curtains, business chairs, pictures in big frames and those receptionist girls made the company a little more attractive.<br /><br />One short man came and called my name. He showed me a way to the interview room. I walked along with him. Then I found two people were waiting for me. Both of them gave me an introduction by shaking my hand. <br /><br />They asked simple questions. Asked about my family backgrounds, experience and basic things about programming. At last , the main interviewer become silent. Then he turned his face a little, rubbed through cheek with one hand. Then he looked at me said &#039;We will inform you later, you can go, Thank you&#039;.<br /><br />I heard these words a million times. <br />I know they are not going to take me.<br />I just said &#039;Thank you&#039; and returned home . My 53 rd interview!!!!]]></description>
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		<title>Part Time Job</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[See Mr.Ramu, who is intelligent, fair, handsome and a btech graduate too. One day while he was walking through the road , he noticed a wall poster.<br /> &quot;Part Time Work 97......5612&quot;.<br /> He lifted his mobile from his pocket and started dialing the number.<br />Rrrring Rrrring ......<br /><br />&#039;Hello who is this?&#039;<br />suddently Ramu replied. &#039;Sir Good Morning. I saw an advertisement that you are looking for people for doing some part time work.&#039;<br />&#039;Yes. We are.&#039;<br />&#039;When? ... Where I want to come ?&#039;<br />&#039;Sorry. We already taken some people for that. Now there is no vacancy for the post.&#039;<br />&#039;ok.....Can I ask one thing?&#039;<br />&#039;Sure&#039;<br />&#039;Can you say what is the salary range?&#039;<br />&#039;It depends on your performance. atleast you will get 3500.&#039;<br /><br />Ramu thought, his friend rajan, who is working as a daily worker in municipality. He gets a sum of 5500 every month.<br />But he replied &#039;What you think if I work for 3000?&#039;<br />&#039;Oh... 1 minute. hold on&#039;<br /><br />The company guy is talking something to someone else.<br /><br />&#039;You can come to my office tomorrow. i will call you and tell you the address of the firm.&#039;<br />&#039;Thank you. Is there any opening?&#039;<br />&#039;No. But one guy who is not working properly and he is taking 4000 rupees from me every month. So you need to be here at 10 am tomorrow&#039;.<br />&#039;Ok Sir. Thank you&#039;.<br /><br />Ramu joined the company and he is getting a salary of 3000 (Wow!! ) per month.<br />He is working as a Garrage executive and his job is dumping waste cardboards into a machine.<br />Now Ramu is also working as an &#039;executive&#039; like his classmates.]]></description>
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		<title>Evening</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yesterday, I returned from the city very early, around 6 pm. It was really a sad atmosphere. Everyone was running as they wants to reach home very urgently. Their son ,daughter ,wife or husband would have been waiting for them. They want to mingle with their family. So they are running. I looked at them curiously. Because i&#039;m living alone. I walked slowly to the bus stop.<br /><br />Suddently I heard some chuckling sound from the side of the road. Three students were walking to the bus stop. They were not listening to anyone. They have no urgency. They were saying about some advertisement watched in TV on previous day. One boy said his pappa bought 2 packets of such like biscuits and gave him. I remembered my school days. Sweet school life.<br /><br />The Netagi city park is situated at the backside of the bus stop. The big park created by a british governer. Some of  his talented officials planned and constructed  it in the 19th century. People likes it. Because it is open, beatiful and has a fragrance of flowers. I had seen a lot of people there. Some of them  are murmuring with each other very seriously. Future oriented talks!. Some were saying jokes and laughing at each other. <br /><br />At the bus stop, a few old men were standing at the bus stop like me. They were not waiting for the bus. They were also looking at the change happened to the city, to the people, to the city life. They didn&#039;t say a word. They are wondered! <br />The big city  gives shelter to everyone. They are of different age, different religion and from different places. I&#039;m now thinking about that Evening. A beautiful and calm evening.]]></description>
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		<title>Sweet Smile</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[After having my lunch, i was resting on my chair. Some works were not completed. I want to complete it within 2 days. My mind is going<br />somewhere and i cannot concentrate at that time. Suddenly, mobile<br />starts ringing inside my purse.<br /><br />&quot;Sree, there is no other way, that&#039;s why i selected you&quot;<br /><br />&quot;for what, sir?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;i want to collect some legal docs from the head office. you want<br />to prepare for a journey by today itself&quot;<br /><br />&quot;what a dirty bitch you are? Kill me if you can. It will be better than this.&quot; I&#039;m saying all this in my mind, half way i swallowed these<br />words and said:<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;m okay sir, But...&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Sree, I&#039;m in a hurry. Get ready fast. After some time I will send<br />Anjali to give your tickets. She arranged your ticket.&quot;<br /><br />No words to say. Everyone is selfish. Everyone.<br /><br />Today, he said he want to meet me. we were talking through phone for 5 months.I didn&#039;t know how he will be? i want to see him. What he will say about me? The anxiety is increasing in my mind. Now due to that dirty man im going to miss that opportunity.<br /><br />Evening 6.00pm: i reached the railway station. The train was on the platform. Within a short time, i found my seat and started to rest on it. One suitcase is placed on the birth opposite to me. One old man came and took it on his birth. The train started to make the big horn. There was no one on the opposite birth.<br /><br />I feel happy because I get a lonely birth. After some time, due to heavy work load at the office, i lay on my birth and started sleeping.<br /><br />I don&#039;t know when he came!! When i wake up, he was looking at me. He looks like a professional but his attitude towards me was such like a fraud. He took one of my magazines and started reading louder. All others were sleeping, so i feel he might get more<br />cruel on me. <br /><br />After some time, he started talking to me about himself. a feeling experienced in my mind as the anticipation of some danger.<br /><br />I thought &quot;If he is with me, no one can disturb me like this.&quot;<br /><br />Suddenly my phone started vibrating. it was him. I&#039;m started crying.<br /><br />&quot;Why are you crying, im with you.&quot; I heard the same sound from somewhere else. I found the owner of that sound. The man<br />sitting opposite to me started smiling at me. i moved towards him<br />and he covered me with his hands.<br /><br />I did not understand how he found me. Anyway, I&#039;m in love with him!! ]]></description>
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		<title>Small Life</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[My friend, Anand was a big man with lot of expectations. Always, unluckiness followed him in a dangerous manner.<br /><br />One day i heard a news &quot;Anand has given his life back to the god&quot;.I thought, why he committed suicide on such a crucial time.(Actually the next day was the result publishing day.) Before knowing the result why he had done such a thing? I asked these questions again and again. I could not find any answer. But I&#039;m not going to think anymore. Now i know, fools will die!! ]]></description>
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