I am so Mafioso
In a dimly lit alley in New York city, a hooded shadow walks. Suddenly, he is confronted by a bunch of street thugs sporting nasty looking weapons and mean machines. He looks up and the hood falls back, somewhere in the vast virtual intergalactic web of virtual reality, a mouse button clicks. Unleashed is the mafia of the DEFAULT DON. All in the click of a mouse button, Default Don, a level 178 master hitman has vanquished his enemy, Don Bendova, a le

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S. Sailor   c Ramakrishna Paramahamsa b Earthquake 23 (10)Not another metaphysical match held in Kafka Cafe.If ever some one made a score card of the matches Earthquake and Sailor played in the verandah of the house, it would read something like above.Ramakrishna Paramahamsa? seriously? Yes he played cricket with us.Also watched over us with his preachy eyes.okay;fine, he was a framed photograph on the wall and any rash shot which happened to hit the frame or the glass was out.Why , more than a decade after we stopped playing

Ain't no hand of God!
Sometimes lots of things add up. But the outcomes aren't what I thought they would be.Instead they open doors to a dark world of doubt.I am happy where I am; a cat drinking milk from its bowl with eyes shut.Oblivious to dubious people.But no, it doesn't end there, does it?There has to be a mess; like the one in your life.You want to mess with mine.Don't think I m naive and I ll keep my mouth shut.Yes I will remain silent 'cos I choose to do so.So when

Kafka cafe turns 3
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