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The Debriefing room was a small conference hall. There was a long rectangular table at the center of the room with 6 neatly arranged chairs on either side. Only 3 of those were occupied today. At its one end,Sarah and Isaac sat facing each other. Chief Inspector Murugan dragged a chair to sit at that end, in between the two. "I want you both to tell me exactly what happened there last night without leaving out a single detail. I want you to tell me if you did so much as scratch your heads. Sarah, you go first" the Chief said. "At about 9.25PM, I got a call on the wireless about a woman in distress at Redwood trail apartments. Inspector Isaac and I reached the location at 9.45PM. The victim,Purva Rathore, was alive when we got there. The neighbours told us that they heard her shouting the name 'aaron' and that she was saying that he'd fallen from the balcony of her 17th floor apartment. She was in shock and refused to talk to us. There was no trace of the baby...

The Debriefing room was a small conference hall. There was a long rectangular table at the center of the room with 6 neatly arranged chairs on either side. Only 3 of those were occupied today. At its one end,Sarah and Isaac sat facing each other. Chief Inspector Murugan dragged a chair to sit at that end, in between the two. "I want you both to tell me exactly what happened there last night without leaving out a single detail. I want you to tell me if you did so much as scratch your heads. Sarah, you go first" the Chief said. "At about 9.25PM, I got a call on the wireless about a woman in distress at Redwood trail apartments. Inspector Isaac and I reached the location at 9.45PM. The victim,Purva Rathore, was alive when we got there. The neighbours told us that they heard her shouting the name 'aaron' and that she was saying that he'd fallen from the balcony of her 17th floor apartment. She was in shock and refused to talk to us. There was no trace of the ...

  On the night of the 23rd of December 1982, a police control room in southern India received a distress call from a woman who only said that she was calling from Redwood trail. Inspector Sarah Joseph was asked to find out what was happening at Redwood trail apartments. Sarah and assistant Issac "Ice"  Hamilton turned their patrol vehicle towards terrence road where the apartments was located. What happened from then on formed the script of a story. One that was written by fate and guided by destiny. "Aaron" Purva said softly, "Stand up slowly baby". Her voice was filled with fear but masked with confidence. She slowly put her hand out so that the 5 year old could grab on to it. "Aaron. Hold my hand" she said again and stretched her hand out a little more from around the ledge. He stood up, unsteadily. His tender fingers trying to get a hold of any support the brick wall behind him could provide. He took a step towards the voice of his careta...

As part of Dudurudh's continued ambition to improve, both in terms of content and readership, we've decided to change the look a bit. The new layout is more dynamic and it is easier to navigate through posts than ever before.  Once you're done reading an article, you can just close it and get back to the home page and browse through a few more. The fonts are bolder than before so that you, the reader, have a comfortable time reading our articles.  We've done away with a proposal to have ads so that there isn't unnecessary clutter interfering with your reading experience.  But this much, dear reader, is certain. The more we change, the more we stay the same.  Your support keeps us going. And with that support, we will take Dudurudh forward and higher.  Thank you once again!  Stay safe. Stay informed. Anirudh Dinesh Editor-at-large, Dudurudh.   

As part of Dudurudh's continued ambition to improve, both in terms of content and readership, we've decided to change the look a bit. The new layout is more dynamic and it is easier to navigate through posts than ever before.  Once you're done reading an article, you can just close it and get back to the home page and browse through a few more. The fonts are bolder than before so that you, the reader, have a comfortable time reading our articles.  We've done away with a proposal to have ads so that there isn't unnecessary clutter interfering with your reading experience.  But this much, dear reader, is certain. The more we change, the more we stay the same.  Your support keeps us going. And with that support, we will take Dudurudh forward and higher.  Thank you once again!  Stay safe. Stay informed. Anirudh Dinesh Editor-at-large, Dudurudh.   

Criticism of anything or anyone has thus far been kind and bottled on this blog. But when the only ray of hope in Indian politics begins to glow in tones you just don't want to see, some harsh words are in order.  Arvind kejriwal and Co have never taken too well to criticism. If you don't agree with them, you're considered Pro-corruption and anti-national. This, to Chief minister kejriwal and his law minister.  Dear #AAP, You accused a foreign national, a woman, of drug trafficking and subjected her to treatment this nation condemned when it was meted out to one of our own in the US and then even after she tests negative for the drugs, you have the bloody audacity to try and sack the cops who tried stopping you from your god damn publicity stunt raid. And you want people to make a list of "those kind of people" in their neighbourhoods? WTF does that even mean you self obsessed rats? It's probably the most irresponsible, immature, inexcusably racist thing a min...

Criticism of anything or anyone has thus far been kind and bottled on this blog. But when the only ray of hope in Indian politics begins to glow in tones you just don't want to see, some harsh words are in order.  Arvind kejriwal and Co have never taken too well to criticism. If you don't agree with them, you're considered Pro-corruption and anti-national. This, to Chief minister kejriwal and his law minister.  Dear #AAP, You accused a foreign national, a woman, of drug trafficking and subjected her to treatment this nation condemned when it was meted out to one of our own in the US and then even after she tests negative for the drugs, you have the bloody audacity to try and sack the cops who tried stopping you from your god damn publicity stunt raid. And you want people to make a list of "those kind of people" in their neighbourhoods? WTF does that even mean you self obsessed rats? It's probably the most irresponsible, immature, inexcusably racist thing a min...

As the guest writer articles begin to come in slowly, this is one sent in by Roo, on the head first plunge into quicksand that architecture students take.   23.33 That's the time it hits you that the amount of work you've done is not enough. As architecture students, you'd think that we'd be used to sem end vivas. M'afraid not. This is the trauma our minds block, which only leads to cluelessness on how to proceed, when we reach the same point next year. And the trauma recurs again. This endless cycle is supposed to prepare you to deal with future clients I suppose, though I barely see how. Clients can be begged for extension of time. They can be subdued. They don't hold my future with them. I'd much rather not work than panic work. Sometimes I wonder if the famous ones lose their minds as much as we do with their workload. But then I suppose it's their interns I should be referring to. Unless we become the best, the most sought after, I'm afraid ther...

As the guest writer articles begin to come in slowly, this is one sent in by Roo, on the head first plunge into quicksand that architecture students take.   23.33 That's the time it hits you that the amount of work you've done is not enough. As architecture students, you'd think that we'd be used to sem end vivas. M'afraid not. This is the trauma our minds block, which only leads to cluelessness on how to proceed, when we reach the same point next year. And the trauma recurs again. This endless cycle is supposed to prepare you to deal with future clients I suppose, though I barely see how. Clients can be begged for extension of time. They can be subdued. They don't hold my future with them. I'd much rather not work than panic work. Sometimes I wonder if the famous ones lose their minds as much as we do with their workload. But then I suppose it's their interns I should be referring to. Unless we become the best, the most sought after, I...

The following is an article sent in by my first guest writer. A beautifully crafted article that'll connect with some and ends on a note that all stories must end on, one of strength and renewed hope. Enjoy! At the end of two decades, I stood, mentally, at the top of a skyscraper. Partly because I've been playing too much batman, and partly because I'm an architecture student. But mostly, that would be the place I'd make my life changing decisions, because I was nyctophilic, and I preferred solitude. So, here I stood mentally, at the edge of a skyscraper, staring into the city's beautiful night sky, alone. Alone. It scared me. But it's also a habit. I didn't like mingling, I was what you'd call antisocial. Heck I was probably emotionally detached from everyone. Even my parents. Though I didn't have anything solid to prove that I was indeed emotionally detached, I really didn't want to get to it. My parents would always usher and encourage my enta...

The following is an article sent in by my first guest writer. A beautifully crafted article that'll connect with some and ends on a note that all stories must end on, one of strength and renewed hope. Enjoy! At the end of two decades, I stood, mentally, at the top of a skyscraper. Partly because I've been playing too much batman, and partly because I'm an architecture student. But mostly, that would be the place I'd make my life changing decisions, because I was nyctophilic, and I preferred solitude. So, here I stood mentally, at the edge of a skyscraper, staring into the city's beautiful night sky, alone. Alone. It scared me. But it's also a habit. I didn't like mingling, I was what you'd call antisocial. Heck I was probably emotionally detached from everyone. Even my parents. Though I didn't have anything solid to prove that I was indeed emotionally detached, I really didn't want to get to it. My parents would always usher and encourage my...

One of this blog's greatest failings was that I couldn't get anybody to guest write for it. But that is in the past now! I have decided to give it another go and 2014 couldn't have started on a better note. We finally have one post from a very gracious guest writer! I'll be posting that in a little while from now. Now that I've got that going, anyone else who has an article to contribute, a thought to share, something you want to shout out loud, send in your articles at dudurudh.blog@gmail.com! Get blogging! 

One of this blog's greatest failings was that I couldn't get anybody to guest write for it. But that is in the past now! I have decided to give it another go and 2014 couldn't have started on a better note. We finally have one post from a very gracious guest writer! I'll be posting that in a little while from now. Now that I've got that going, anyone else who has an article to contribute, a thought to share, something you want to shout out loud, send in your articles at dudurudh.blog@gmail.com! Get blogging!