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DISCLAIMER: The following content contains mature content, strong language, comical nudity, and profanity. Not suitable for people who have offensivitis. Reader Discretion Advised The welcome ceremony in college was grand. We were in a huge auditorium and the Late P K Das (the man with the entire alphabet as his suffix) gave us the welcome address. He never spoke to public gathering again as he passed away a few weeks after our classes started. During this ceremony is when I met Kindi. A studious "looking" bloke with spectacles the size of the medieval stained glass. Once the ceremony was over, we were asked to visit the hostel. We were escorted to the hostel with a plethora of students, some in buses and some in their own vehicles. With great expectation, I traveled behind a bus to our hostel. The buses traveled through a barren wasteland to what looked like a run-down building. Our hostel. The great Kaliyapuram Men's Hostel. From here, if someone needed to see...

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The smell of outside air was refreshing to him. It felt like an eternity passed. Never did he imagine that he would forget to walk among trees or eat something besides the freedom chapatis. Viyur had changed. There were posters on the walls that looked like painted photographs. Traffic had grown immensely, with buses, bikes and auto-rickshaws. But what amazed him the most was these boxes everyone one had in their pockets. Most people were either talking to it or looking at it. Sankaran found it difficult to reach to his usual place as many of the landmarks he remembered has been now torn down or were completely different. No one had come to accompany him as well. Reaching his hometown, he went to Narayanettan; a bloke who used to sell tea in stall around the corner. The place had a few surprises waiting for him as well. A mini restaurant stood in its place. Narayanettan informed that he missed the date of Sankaran's release, on seeing him. There wasn't much excitement...

I'm an atheist. I am not an atheist who believes there is no God, rather an atheist who doesn't believe in any Gods. There is a difference. Now the reason for any rational being to be an atheist is always the same; lack of evidence to support the claim. It is the same reason why Stephen Hawkins or Kamal Haasan or E.M.S. Namboodiripad or any other atheist, is an atheist. When presented with this statement, many people have asked me to prove a God doesn't exist. Is that my duty, now? Isn't it a believers responsibility to prove to the sceptic, the existence of their claim? Well, most people say, why don't you disprove it, then. This is like me claiming that my motorcycle can fly, but only if you believe it will fly and asking you to disprove it, instead of proving that the motorcycle actually flies. Disproving a negative is impossible. It's also impossible to prove the non-existence of Santa Claus or faeries or Leprechauns or Trolls or Elves or anything out ...