Vinay was coming out of the bar, his fifth visit this week. he has lost his wife in the rat race of possessions, power, greed
and lust for other women. he has murdered his daughter's destiny for casinos and clubs. the bank is always after him as he has to pay to them an amount that he has taken in his good times probably when india was not growing so rapidly and the paradigm of humanity, brotherhood, neighbourhood, benevolence still existed, and existing were all good words that charles dickens could possibly describe if he were to write an article on the good side of human competition. but sadly for him it is still 2006 and the creation of a machine which plays with time still a thought. is some body
following him? last week the sensex crossed 12000 points and it added a new flamboyance a new lustre a new reason to celebrate in the adjacent club, eat in the new kfc that has opened in the next street, and probably raindance in the artificial rain which has been arranged from the water taken that was to feed the nearby township. why to feed them? they dont earn in six figures niether do they send their wards to schools that have swimming pools. six jobs in three years, three houses and a new car, it was a 'honda' mind you. he has a bar in his house a plasma and a salary of thirty two thousand per month to support that. but as he walks towards his house he notices someone following him. he turns but turns for no good. he will sell the car to pay to the bank and his wife's jewellry for the final installment. and good times will come again. and he will join the association for home loan disorders. he kicks the pebble with his caterpiller shoe and mends the collars of his versace suit, which he had asked his friend to buy from italy just to show his colleagues that he was not behind in wearing state of the art labels, in delight of throwing all sorrow that was there a moment ago and that has been crushed with his wit. why dont people think like him? he reaches the threshold of his appartment takes the key out but there is
somebody following him. he turns again. it was not somebody it was something. it was his shadow.