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Prologue

Saturday, September 30, 2006


Narrative of Harish Raut. -

People change and that’s no secret. I have and there’s no denial. All right I shall talk. But if you want to force a confession out of me you can go to hell. I’m not going to plead guilty to something I haven’t done.


Narrative of Sameer Oak. -

I am not afraid to think about the past. The point is that I don’t want to do it. That is my choice and not my cowardice. Let me be absolutely clear on that count. It is by choice that I don’t want to think about it and not because I am afraid. And after all, why should I be afraid? I was hardly involved. At least, not in the ugly part of it. What is the point of talking about it? You have heard of the old maxims – let bygones be bygones and let sleeping dogs lie. That is the sane man’s solution to the whole problem. So there, you have my side of the story. In two words, ‘No comments’.


Narrative of Umesh Gosavi. -

I was used. I was duped. I am bitter about it. Why shouldn’t I be? Those bastards weren’t affected by it. I was. I am the one who is paying the price of all the crimes that were committed, the sins that were lived, and the evil that was done. I shall talk. You bet I shall. I shall destroy those who have attempted to destroy me. I shall have my revenge.


Narrative of Anurag Kher. -

All my life, I have attempted to find something to change it. I am still wondering if my life has really changed or I am where I always have been. I don’t know a lot many things. I don’t know if I could have done anything to avert whatever happened. I don’t know if I am guilty or not. I don’t know if anybody’s guilty or not. I guess somebody has to be. It has been a painstaking task. A travel from nowhere to nowhere. But what matters is the road. I have been concerned and that is enough reason for me to talk. Self-discovery is only incidental.

posted by Kaushal Inamdar
2:16 PM

1 Comments:

Blogger Unwinding Hours said...

Sir, novel tau start honay say pehlay he khatam ho gaya :-( jokes apart, it has been an interesting read.

Sunday, November 25, 2007 10:30:00 AM  

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