The Indian underdog.

Year 2004, Surya Dubey and his family of four, moved into a rented place in the sub-urbs of Raipur. The spacious house, with its grandiose garden and brilliant location seemed immaculate, it was a dead-on catch. And they got this mansion of a house at a very economical rate. The first few weeks were really happy times for the family, everything was A-OK, just brilliant. Week three, and things got a little uncanny, The grandmother thought she smelt something burning, it felt to her like the smell of a pyre burning, later in the night her bed started shaking. She informed her son Surya of the events of last night, he, being the rational and analytic government official merely ridiculed his mothers inference and brushed off the idea of the presence of something 'supernatural', after all this was the 21st century, ghosts and all did not exist, bah humbug. Some time passed, nothing happened, things were going hunky-dory. Then one day, the photograph of  Lord Ganesha fell and sha...

Once upon a time, not so long ago, There were two friends, very good friends indeed. But this unison was strange.Why? Because they were completely different from each other. One was the righteous and moral good fellow who used to ponder a lot before doing something,he was a romantic fool and often found himself in fixes,while the other was the carefree chap with the devil may care philosophy,he was a musician and music was all he cared for. Living in a world of magnets and miracles in a small town in the heart of India, these two lads aspired to change the world, but each in his own way. One was a conservative who believed in gradual change, while the other was an ardent devotee of Ernesto "Che" Guevara and was convinced that only by the means of a revolution the world can be made a better place. They always had conflicting notions, always debated about right and wrong, mocked each other's views, but in the end, they were still very good friends. They learned to accept...