In the end there were 3 of us left, only three. It started with twenty-six, within minutes it was nineteen. I’m nineteen, what do I know about the world around. By the time it came to eight the competition had got tough. I wasn’t in to win, I do not contest, I lack that quick spirit, I am not game-some, yet here I am, a rank holder, even if I lose out, but why should I lose out? I have to be strong. I hope the next game is the one with the spiders, or the drowning simulation, or the one where you have to set yourself ablaze. I hope its not the one where it hurts your testicals or the puking one or the bloody meatball. Here comes the Conductor, what is it going to be…. oh crap, this ones worse!!
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Aabir Basu is a North Kolkata-bred bearded and spectacled Bengali Bhodrolok. He is on the right side of his thirties and is married to his teenage sweetheart. He has a master’s degree in Business Administration and is currently employed in some IT company. Aabir is an artist at heart: cartoonist, photographer, painter, movie buff, poetry enthusiast, lullaby story-teller, bathroom singer, religious philosopher and photo manipulator. He believes in creativity and breaking out of the cliché. Aabir's life is characterized by trying to spend a peaceful life while doing what he loves or trying to love what he does (that's too many trying in one sentence). Aabir writes blogs about life, religion, photo-blogs, politics, short stories, one liner quotes and everything else.
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