Archive of An Unknown

I did really well in the interview. I think my year-long search has ended today. I got back home. Karthi was waiting anxiously. He was more keen on the results than I was. He kept saying, “If one of us got it, the other one would also get it soon. And, we can manage with one person’s salary until the other one starts earning.” Karthi and I didn’t become friends after coming to Bangalore. We studied together for four years. We were best friends from the first week of our college. We stayed in the same room in the hostel in the first year. We managed to stay together in the final year also. Even in the second year and third year, when we didn’t stay together, we always used to be together. He would be in my room or I would be in his depending on whoever woke up first. We would never go to eat without each other. There were a few friends like us. We were like an exception yet. A lot of our friends used to make fun of us. Some of them used to call us ‘twins’. Today, most of those friends h

It was a hot dark summer night. I was chatting with multiple people at the same time, as I always do post midnight on almost all days. I always sit facing the window in my room. I was juggling between multiple windows on my Windows laptop and was looking out of my window every now and then as a reflex whenever I had to think about something. “Oops… Wrong Window!” is the bottom most unread message in my Messenger window. That made me curious about the previous message.   Aditya Kumar (Twitter ID: xxx, Facebook ID: xxx) Sai Babu (Twitter ID: xxx, No Facebook ID) Mohammed Ali (Twitter ID: xxx, Facebook ID: xxx) ... A long list of names. I follow each one of them in the list. There are boys, girls, men, women, Hindus, Muslims, Christians, Sikhs, North Indians, South Indians and all types of people in the list. There is one thing common about all of them. Each one of them is an opinion creator in my country. Each one of them writes against the government all the time. They ask a lot of diff