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	<title>I Care &#187; Story</title>
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		<title>The Monkey and The Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2011 16:14:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Are you corrupted?” the monkey repeated the question when he saw that the man was not responding. The man looked up “I am civilized” he replied. “Beep! Wrong answer” cried the monkey who had his buzzer in its hand. “I will ask you again and this time give me a straight answer, Are you corrupted” “Not really, but if you ask…” the man started fumbling. The monkey became impatient and so it rephrased the question “Do you take bribe” “No [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The News</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 20:53:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Vinod Narayan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[He took the cup to his lips, but forgot to sip the coffee. He kept it back on the table and all the while staring straight into the monitor. He was disturbed, not just with the news he read. He has read much dreaded news that often seems like it was the synopsis of some horror flick. But this was different. He felt somewhat related, pulled in to be part of the characters, playing one of their roles; being so [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Mr. Albert</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 21:58:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was on a Saturday evening that I saw Mr. Albert for the first time, talking to dad near the porch at our ancestral home in India. Holding a lantern on one hand and a walking stick on the other, a long over coat and with one shoe shining more than the other, he looked like a character from one of the old English novels I had read. As I came in Dad introduced me to him “This is Mr. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Blame it on the heart</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2007 22:10:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is said that blaming is the easiest thing one can do. It doesn’t matter if you are rich or poor, young or old, blaming is there always, as an option for you to escape the torture and public humiliation of failing. For him it all started with a voice from inside like it happens during many other major decisions in life telling him over and over, day and night, painfully piercing into your heart and mind “You just need [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Silent Conversations</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Mar 2006 22:07:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Vinod Narayan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It always has been my fascination to silently observe people who talk to me. Many times they stop their conversation and ask “Hey, are you still here” thinking I have been lost in my thoughts How incapable of them to not know that I was all this while immersed in them and got so involved in my observations that I lost track of the fact that they were talking to me. Though I am not sure when I developed this [...]]]></description>
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