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Chase : An American, A Terrorist and The Guru

Thursday, September 21st, 2006
Chapter Three : Escape to India Sanket Shukla was having a tough day. It was a holiday. And they were packing for their vacation to Mauritius. Mini, his wife was panicky, causing her to fret and worst of all, nag. And therein lay the reason for the day being not as easy as he had envisioned. As the DM (District Magistrate) of Ghaziabad, Sanket was one of those few in the civil services, that still kept themselves clean of all the corruption around them. And he had learnt to stay within the system without stepping on anyone’s toes. He often wondered if his job, that was supposed to be so stressful, was made easy, because of his Guru… BABAJI. “Don’t forget ...
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Chase: An American, A Terrorist and The Guru

Friday, September 8th, 2006
Chapter Two : The Hunter is focused, the Hunted… Sly Darshuk, Afghanistan. 2am. The radio crackled in one of the mud houses of the village. The sentry had been enjoying a hookah, a Kalashnikov by his side. He rushed in to get the message. A few minutes’ later, two armed men in their late twenties were running towards the east. In about fifteen minutes they were at the outpost of the village. The outpost was used to watch out for American troop movement and relay warnings to the hiding members of the Taliban in the village of Darshuk. The men at the outpost today had halted the traveler. The signature on the inside of his ivory pendant confirmed his true identity. They radioed ...
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The Chase : An American, A Terrorist and The Guru

Wednesday, August 2nd, 2006
Chapter One : The Chase Begins The train took a brief halt at San Jose. “5 Minutes” – the conductor announced as he walked passed the cabins in the car. The door of 6A slid open. The conductor smiled as he quickly glanced at the passengers inside. Businessmen. In his 25 years of service in the Railways, he was now adept at concluding the profession of a person, by a simple, quick glance. “Anything I could help you with Sirs?” The man in the white buttoned down shirt spoke. “Could you ask the cart-lady to drop by? We would like some Pepsi and snacks.” “I’ll do that right away Sir” That’s the leader of this group. The guy sitting far away from the window slid ...
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