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Disclaimer: Any resemblance to real people (living or dead), places, events etc. is just coincidental. This is a work of fiction albiet inspired from real life experiences [;-)] -------------------------------------------------------------- Here, a modern-day-mallu is trying to explain how a Christmas Star became a symbol of religious tolerance for him. Before the Christmas stars outside our

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Lots are being talked about him. Forget all that. Look beyond his 50th ton. And beyond all his records. Beyond all analysis over him. Sachin Tendulkar. Just look at him. And you instantly have a feeling of goodness. Right? He epitomises goodness. I say so because: goodness [ˈgʊdnɪs] n 1. the state or quality of being good Few icons of our times qualify to be called as a 'goodness legend'.

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It was spring 2009 in Glasgow city. I was at Aldi stores, on the lookout for some cheap vegetables, apples and beer. Once done, I proceeded to the cash till with my pickings in a basket. The store wasn't very busy on that day and hence it wasn't a long queue in front.  A few meters away from the till, nearby a rack where they keep processed fish, two young men were engaged in a casual

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This place is soon to get a new lease of life..resurruction time! ..& making sure that it won't fall dead again. So, stay tuned... 

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Writing a review an hour after relishing a movie and a month later are wholly different experiences. It is highly likely that a few details otherwise gripping can be missed out here. Just consider the experience of savouring a spicy hot samosa served directly from the cook's frying pan to eating it the next day morning. I reckon the uneasiness will be the same for all of us. Out of choice, I

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Two years ago, an incident happened. The Aleppey-Dhanbad express was making one of its routine journeys. An Indian youth in his early 20s was seated just opposite an elderly foreign national (who later introduced himself as a French tutor in one of the schools in Trivandrum district in Kerala). The young man was about to throw an empty plastic water bottle out of the window. Seeing this, the

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