1. WINK Anthology 2.0

2. Foreword Tucked away behind the lush green acres of Jubilee Park and the bank of the Subarnarekha riv- er is XLRI, Jamshedpur - Indias premier B School. I spent the two most transformative years of my life there. My relationship with XLRI has evolved over the last two decades. I was a stu- dent at XL in the eighties. With iconic professors whose impact was far beyond the subject they taught, it instilled a love for learning even in someone like me. More than anything, it cre- ated relationships with XLers, Profs and the support staff that have stood the test of time. Five years after leaving XLRI as a student, I came back to teach as a part time faculty. The big- gest perk of being back was that I got to spend five more years at the XL campus without hav- ing to worry about grades and assignments. Then over the course of my career, I came back many times to hire and to share an idea over a talk. But for me XL is the place where I began my journey as an author.Abhijit Bhaduri This is the venue I chose when I launched my first novel Mediocre But Arrogant. That was inAuthor and blogger 2005. That novel is about love and life in a B School. Many incidents and pieces of XL folklore@showed up in many of my writings. Married But Available, my second novel, is about the firsthttp://ten years of the protagonist who is a HR professional who experiences the transition of corpo-abhijitbhaduri.com/rate India in the 90s. The setting is Balwanpur, a fictitious town in North India. I am sure myHis day job is that of living in a town like Jamshedpur shaped much of my imagination of what a small town like Balwanpur would be like. What is so special about XLRI? The opportunity to shape ones dreams as I stared out of the classroom windows to the Dalma range of mountains. Watching the sun set as I sat transfixed along the bank of Subarnarekha river helped me understand why the river is so named. It does look like a pot of molten gold as the rays of the sun bathe the meandering river. It is not sur- prising that XLRI has produced so many musicians, theater artistes and accomplished writers. Anu Kumar, Mini Dileep, Nirupama Subramaniam, Vijay Nair, MK Ajay, Prem Rao and more recently my favorite bloggers like Gautam Ghosh, Ramaa Ramesh I could go on and on. This WINK anthology is like the first gathering of people who celebrate writing. It was con- ceptualized to collect a sampling of some of the best writing to come out of XLRI that we could get our hands on. It is a sprinkling of short stories, poems and blog posts - stuff that dreams are made of. We hope the next versions of the anthology will showcase the work of students, faculty, staff and even the friends of XLRI. Just imagine the joy of being able to read a few pages of a book and then turn to your fellow traveler and say, I know the authors they are all friends from XLRI. While I am glad you are reading this book, invite you to write out a piece that will find place in the next collection of WINK. It is only when you catch 40 Winks that you get to dream. And the Roman wrote forty as XL! 3. EditorialSo, heres the second edition. Finally.Majorly because the lazy-ass buggers (that would be us!) who were supposedto do all the running around, well, didnt. Weve lived our lives according togreat XL tradition of FRAXing and making exceptions for an anthologywould seem unfair to the millions of projects and assignments we scrapedour way through.Gurdit Singh SachdevaIn a country that practically runs on fake promises, let me assure you that thenext edition will be out on time. Theres new blood now. Weve been super-annuated and I hope youd support the new faces in the same way you sup-ported us.Let us take this opportunity to announce our association with the iconic au-thor of bestsellers like Mediocre But Arrogant and Married But AvailableAbhijit Bhaduri, who as we all know, is our alumnus back from the batch of1984. Presently the Chief Learning Officer at Wipro, he has made XL comealive in printed pages like no other has. WINK had organized a special ses-sion in our own lecture hall earlier this year for the budding writers who werecompletely bowled over by how down-to-earth could a man of such corpo-rate and auctorial stature be. He has been kind enough to write the forewordof Anthology 2.0 as well.Varun Kumar GuptaAs we retire, let us thank the kind presence and guidance of stalwarts Prof.Madhukar Shukla and Prof. Uday Damodaran for believing in us; of the vari-ous professors, staff and students who showered their encouragement andblessings when the last edition was published; and Bishu Da because, umm,hes a sweetheart.Theres a little lump in our throats. Were handing over our baby to a newgeneration of parents who were sure are far better than weve been. Rock it,folks! 4. The Young Blood ! 5. The Fifth Number by Abhijit Bhaduri 6. The Fifth Number by Abhijit Bhaduri 7. Life. 40. by Varun Kumar GuptaEditors note: This is an attempt at doing something different: writing an entire story in 40 words.) 8. Rain by Gurdit Singh Sachdeva 9. Rain by Gurdit Singh Sachdeva 10. by Abhijit Shukla , , , , , , , 11. Life is wasted on the Living - Aditya GadreWelcome, weve been expecting you, a woman said cheerfully. Or rather as cheerfully asshe could manage. She even smiled. It was scary.Thanks, said Uther tentatively. What do you say to the dead? What are their social prac-tises? What is accepted and what is not? You could never be too sure. Thanks seemed tobe harmless enough.She didnt seem to mind. So Thanks was not something that offended these people.Cool.So, Im dead? asked Uther. Stupid question, of course. His spirit had seen his own fu-neral. Stupid idea that was. Watching all those people cry was terribly depressing.Well ,yes, she replied patiently. Denial was generally the first reaction while making thistransition. You need to rest and get used to this. Ill show you to your room.She led him down the street. On earth, this would be called scary as hell or wrath ofgod or maybe the end of the world, but here in Necropolis the sky was pleasantblood red. You are lucky to come today. Such lovely weather!She took him to a huge structure and led him to a room. It was simple. One table, onebed. Thats it. The dead dont wear clothes. Complete waste of time.Uthers first reaction on seeing the bed was to ask Can I lie down for a bit? She noddedunderstandingly and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.He slept like a baby, like he had never slept when he was alive. He woke up and went out.Shit. He hadnt asked for her number or any other way to get in touch. He hadnt evenasked her name. He hadnt even told her his name for that matter. But that was more be-cause he was embarrassed of it than anything else. Who the hell is named Uther? King Ar-thurs father? Seriously?Hi said a familiar voice behind him. It was her. 12. Life is wasted on the Living - Aditya GadreI am so sorry about earlier. I was really un-gracious. Im Uther. Whats your name?NadineThats a nice name. So, Nadine, what do you guys eat out here?Nadine looked at him as if he had politely asked if he could chop her head off.Nothing. Nothing? , Nothing.Oh.Awkward silence.What about, um , dating and stuff?Were dead, love. Cant have a life can we?That made sense. Somewhat. This death thing was getting increasingly depressing.Uther tried changing the subject. So hows the weather here?Its okay today, its not raining.It normally rains a lot here?Oh yes. Does it still rain on earth?It did when I left. Uhh , how long ago did I leave?No idea. Just a few days ago I guess. Of course we can never tell the difference between days. Theresno concept of night or day here you see.So, who sent you to pick me up? I thought a scary dude with a scythe normally does that.Umm, I am the reaper! Really?No. sorry. Havent joked about in a few thousand years. Couldnt resist.Youve been here that long? You dont look it. , She did.No need to lie any more kiddo. Youre dead now. You can be honest.Its a wonderful feeling. Just saying what you feel to whoever you feel. 13. Life is wasted on the Living - Aditya Gadre 14. Identity by Amarnath Chatterjee (FPM) 15. CONSCIENCE-LESS by Anurag Sanwal 16. CONSCIENCE-LESS by Anurag Sanwal 17. You may not hold my hand by Priyendra K. Dutta 18. Tears by Priyendra K. Dutta 19. Silence holds its breath by Priyendra K. Dutta 20. The Widow by Debomita Mukherjee 21. The Widow by Debomita Mukherjee 22. The most Beautiful Pearl by Chinappa Reddy Avula 23. The most Beautiful PearlChinappa Reddy Avula 24. An XLer is Born by Mr Naresh Gupta, XL Parent 25. An XLer is Born by Mr Naresh Gupta, XL Parent 26. Mother by Himanshu Saxena 27. Mother by Himanshu Saxena 28. Mother by Himanshu Saxena 29. Soldier Side by Jaideep Singh Juneja 30. Soldier Side - Jaideep Singh Juneja 31. Perdition by Jaideep Singh Juneja 32. Stare-Away To Heaven by Navroz Singh Dhillon 33. A Gift for Valentines Day by Raman Choudhury 34. A Gift for Valentines Day by Raman Choudhury 35. A Gift for Valentines Day by Raman ChoudhuryANANYA- Love of my life. 36. A Gift for Valentines Day by Raman Choudhury Never, I never want to see you or your fucked up family ever again... I just stood there. What do you do when the world seems to have their eyes only for you but for the wrong reasons? Sir, how are you going to pay for this? the cashier broke into my thoughts. 37. Complicated by Maneesh Dhooper 38. The Unfulfilled Last Wish by Manmeet Kaur Chhabra 39. The Unfulfilled Last Wish by Manmeet Kaur Chhabra 40. The Unfulfilled Last Wish by Manmeet Kaur Chhabra 41. To XL from VARUN by Varun Gupta 42. WINK Team