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The room is filled with absolute darkness barring just the light of the study lamp where a guy is sitting and typing to glory. His face is pensive and he is constantly twitching his eye brow and scratching his head. He is visibly unhappy with whatever has been written and he deletes it without blinking an eyelid. He is startled by a knock on the door. He gets up and opens the door and sees his mom standing there. "What're you doing sitting in the living room all alone? And why are you sitting in the dark?" asks the mother. "Nothing much, ma! Was just trying to write something. Haven't been able to conjure up anything." "Have you had dinner?" asks the mother. "No ma! And thanks for asking. I'm not really in a mood to eat. And please don't disturb me with your silly food-related questions. I'm trying to think of something important here..." the son says this and gets up to go back to his room and righ

"Friends, I seek your company in welcoming on stage Chintan Abhyankar, the winner of the photo journalist award of the year. Please put your hands together for a guy whose relentless pursuit of blatant and unbiased truth has not only helped us achieve unimaginable circulation, but has also helped us cement our place in the journalism history as an organization that stands for truth and nothing but the truth!" Just as Vivek Subramanyam, the editor-in-chief of Voice & Views, leading English daily, finishes speaking, the whole room is filled with the sounds of thunderous claps, applauses, cheers of men and women alike and wolf whistles. A young man, wearing black Florshiem shoes, black chinos with white and maroon-checked half-sleeve shirt, and sporting rimless spectacles, gets up as his ID card dangling off his neck reveals his name "Chintan Abhyankar". He walks towards the left side of the stage and climbs the stairs and walks toward the center of