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Hi, guys, We, the team Potliwale Baba, are writing a fictional story as a part of #CelebrateBlogging – Game of Blogs. Read the previous posts here: Round 1: Chapter  #1 | #2 | #3 | #4 | #5 | #6 | #7 | #8 | #9 | #10 Round 2: Chapter  #11 | #12 | #13 | #14 | #15 | #16 | #17 | #18 | #19 | #20 Round 3: Chapter  #21 | #22 | #23 | #24 | #25 | #26 | #27 | #28| “Chaila!! This doesn’t make any sense. None of the evidence is strong enough to grill the bastard. I know he’s done it. I have years of experience I know a guilty when I see one. Bloody Virus.” Java was walking up and down in corridor thinking to himself inside MICD Police Station, Andheri (E) The devil inside spoke again, “Java kaaye kartos tumi.. cheeh . Come on, use the old trick, squeeze the weasel, and scare the rat out of the hole.” Everyone knew Java only cared about his promotion. He could have been the brilliant investigative officer but corruption in the department and his taste for promotio...

Here is the next chapter of the story Entangled Lives,  the team Potliwale Baba, are writing as a part of #CelebrateBlogging – Game of Blogs. Read the previous posts here: Chapter #1 | #2 | #3 | #4 | #5 | #6 | #7 | #8 | #9 | #10  “Java the Super Cop”, ahh how much he had wanted that title. Imagine him walking down the streets and people stopping their cars and their work to have a glance, a handshake or an autograph with the greatest policeman ever, Sadashiv Jawalkar. Instead all he ever got was a police medal for bravery. The brave thing he had actually done was to handle wedding arrangements of the Commissioner’s daughter. When that other boy got too close, it was Jawalkar who had taken care of the matter. The Commissioner’s wife was so grateful that she ensured he got the medal. Of course, on paper, it showed nabbing a dangerous criminal while putting his own life in danger. Still it opened doors for Jawalkar, Java, as he was called by m...

 Continued from Chapter 5 which can be read here ___________________________________ “May I come in Ma’am?” “Yes, come in, you are Roohi, right? Come sit”. The school counselor looked over at the chubby kid with hair tied into neat pony tails. Her uniform was clean and ironed. The way her innocent face looked up, it seemed that her eyes were asking millions of questions. “So your class teacher asked me to talk to you.” Roohi fiddled with her thumbs, lowered her head, expecting a rebuke or punishment for being naughty in class. “Hey, look up child. Whatever we talk about here is going to be a secret. I will not tell anyone anything that you tell me. OK?” The head perked up, “You promise?” “Yes, I promise. Now tell me something about yourself.” “My name is Roohi Dutta. I study in class 4- D. My father’s name is Shekhar Dutta and my mother’s name is Tara Dutta. My father is a writer and mother works for a media company.” “OK. So you are the only child. How is...

A pacy corporate thriller with all the right ingredients. What happens when individuals rise above the name of their companies? What happens when corporate rivalry becomes personal, very very personal? Egos take over and the big corporate, which make less sense anyway, start making even less of a sense. 60 minutes is a story of sixty minutes of life of Agastya and Sailesh, two people on the opposing sides of a battlefield. The battlefield here is of detergents. Who will win and who will lose is and what would be the cost of the victory is what this book is all about. It reminds you of the famous detergent rivalries between P&G (Tide) and Hindustan Unilever (Rin, Surf etc.) which are being battled about for years now. So the story begins with this new detergent that Agastya plans to launch. He has worked hard for past some time to get it going. This is going to be one of the biggest brand launches by his company in recent times. But his rival Sailesh plays spoilsport and tri...