Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
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Stella picked up the ringing phone.
“This is the head nurse from the hospital. We have completed the procedures. Your husband is stable now. You can come in this afternoon to visit him.”
Stella hung up the phone. The nightmare has ended. She felt a great sense of relief.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
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t was just like any other November night in Pudhupettai. The tea stall was busy with about a half a dozen men standing with half-full glasses in an animated discussion about state politics. There wasn’t much of traffic on the road. The vehicles that did pass through carefully avoided the small puddle on the side of the road from the previous day’s rain. Kasinathan and Sridhar stopped at the stall.
“A pack of Wills cigarettes…” Sridhar asked the shopkeeper.
Kasinathan looked around, studying the place.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
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here was a steel table in the center of that room without windows. A bright light hung right above the table. He sat there, waiting. Two men stood near the door, outside the room.
“There is no smoking inside. He is allergic to it.” Reddy held the door obstructing Sridhar’s way.
“Oh… ok!” Sridhar took three quick puffs, put down his cigarette and extinguished it. They entered the room, closing the door behind.
“You think we can make him do it?” asked Sridhar.
Friday, November 19, 2010
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he ambulance screeched to a halt in front of the emergency care entrance at the St. Jude Hospital. The paramedics and nurses wheeled in the patient hurriedly into the emergency room. The unconscious man must have been around thirty years of age, profusely bleeding from a head injury.
The ER doctors started attending to him within minutes. He was promptly put on drips and connected to the monitors. A nurse extracted samples of blood for testing.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
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adhumathi was in the kitchen. The TV news was on. The weatherman who gets his share of limelight whenever a cyclone forms over the Bay of Bengal was giving his opinion. The city was going to see a heavy downpour. Cyclone Dimple would make landfall this evening. The Meteorological Department did have a sense of humor—in naming cyclones, of course.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
he restaurant wasn’t too crowded. Prabhu sat with her at a corner table sipping his coffee while she slurped the milkshake.
“So, the policy will be issued for two crores?”
“Yes, I know that our underwriting department has cleared it last week and the policy was mailed out yesterday. You should have it on hand either today or tomorrow.”
Thursday, November 4, 2010
aman was getting late for his work. His wife Janaki gave him a cold stare as he hurried up and finished his breakfast.
“I don’t know why I am doing this.”
“I don’t know why I am doing this.”
“Jaanu, not again…”
“Don’t you Jaanu me again!”
“Look, you know how it is at the institute. We are this close to making an important discovery!” He gestured as he knotted his tie.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
- Today's The Hindu: Metroplus supplement carried a great review of "The Great Indian Blogologues". There is also a picture from the Vigilante vs. Vigilante play based on "Transference" and "The Heist" from Storywheel.
|Starring: Manasa Vasudevan, Vidyu Raman, Hariher Balasubramanian and Gayatri Khandadai|
Not in picture: Naren Weiss, Joel Nigli
- Another review by an independent blogger, @rindojustrindo on his blog
- .. and you have to read the comments thread here on Judy's blog for some entertaining post-facto plot discussion
- NDTV Hindu's 'The Metroplus Show' covers The Great Indian Blogologues (skip to 5:28) and speaks to members of StrayFactory
- India Today Nov 15th 2010 Edition carries an article on The Great Indian Blogologues
- A teaser video from IndiBlogger for the final Nov 13th 2010 show!
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