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It’s 2 o'clock in the night............The society is as sleepy as it used to be, grasshoppers and crickets are making sound somewhere in distance but there is a soul still in insomnia. A race with the sleep which he has conquered the whole life is now somehow defeating him.  He shuffled himself across the bed but sleep seems miles away, birds started chirping outside and now it’s already 4 in the morning. Ritwik Pandey, a descent bihari boy, who came to a college in Mumbai with a dream, four years ago. Now, he is in his final year of engineering, who always has an image of genius student during his academics years. The big day – which he was waiting for his entire life, finally came, his first job interview, was not letting him sleep today.                                               He goes to bathroom in a hurry to get refreshed. Now it’s   ...

                                                Sitting down the stairs, I was teaching the basics of Acting to my new students. Everyone was listening to every single word that came out of my mouth as if they were ‘Brahmastra‘ to them.  ‘May I come in ? Gaurav, my assistant, was at the door. I asked ‘ Aao aao, kya huaa? ’.   He said ‘sir, ek ladki ka phone aaya tha ’.  Students being more excited than me, one started with “Oho” .Rest of the students made it  'ohoooooo.'                                                         I mildly scolded them saying ‘ arey chup raho yaar ’. I told Gaurav, ‘okay you may go, I’ll talk to her later’. ‘It was urgent sir, she was asking again and again...