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We would like to extend our heartfelt thanks to all those who participated in e-Author 2.0 and contributed to its gala success. We have been flooded with entries and out of the
1,611 first chapters that we received, our Editorial Team has shortlisted 8 entries. It was no mean feat and in the process we discovered several talented writers. Each of our 8 finalists have the potential to be crowned
India's Second e-Author. Our panel of eminent judges comprising of
Taslima Nasreen, Vikram Chandra, Nabaneeta Deb Sen, M.J Akbar
and Shamik Bandopadhyay will declare the results in no time and we will announce the best 3 first chapters on 2nd September '02.
In the meantime, all you have to do is browse through the 8 entries listed below and send us the names of three contestants who you think will win the contest. If your ranking matches the verdict of our judges, you could win a gift voucher worth Rs.1,000/-. We will be giving out 5 such gift vouchers. So hurry up and mail your judgement to
eauthor@apeejaygroup.com within
1st September '02 to be among the lucky five!! And don't forget to mention your full name, address and e-mail ID along with the mail.
Happy Judging!!! |
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It was a
very important day. There was tremendous excitement at
Wagswell University. After a very long wait, the
Motherboard for Instruction, Approval and Evaluation of
Universities (MIAEU) was finally sending a delegation. On
its report depended the hefty grants of the Central Coffer
� if Wagswell failed to impress...
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Hangovers
were never easy, and this one seemed especially difficult
for Toni. She remembered going to the NightWatchman down
the street the night before but nothing after that
registered. She pulled the covers over her head. Another
five minutes wouldn�t hurt anyone.... |
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�Ooof! I
hate this,� muttered Radhika, hauling the heavy suitcase
up the creaky wooden staircase. She stared at the
nameplate on the door for a while. �Mrs. Lata Joshi�
it said. It sounded so odd, so impersonal. Somehow she had
never thought of her grandmother in terms of a name and
surname. She had always called her �Ajji�. Just that,
nothing more. She rang the bell reluctantly,... |
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The autumn
had begun in Kashmir and the ancient trees of Chinar shed
their leaves. I had the usual fifty paise in my pocket,
and after every minute or so, I looked at the old man, who
sold ice cream. I could see his legs and to me they bore a
stark resemblance to the trunk of that Chinar tree in my
school ground... |
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The autumn
had begun in Kashmir and the ancient trees of Chinar shed
their leaves. I had the usual fifty paise in my pocket,
and after every minute or so, I looked at the old man, who
sold ice cream. I could see his legs and to me they bore a
stark resemblance to the trunk of that Chinar tree in my
school ground... |
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Rutwij
checked to see if his identity card was in place. It was a
must-wear in the company, from the top to the bottom. The
car stopped. Now a little hump then 23 steps to the first
stairs. The security would ensure nobody came in his way.
Not that it would make a difference. The ground underneath
was familiar... |
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There
stood Baoji, tapping his left foot impatiently and looking
at his wristwatch every two seconds. The wife was late. As
usual, he thought, grumbling under his breath lest she
should hear him. How women took such a long time to get
ready to go out, always baffled him.... |
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A
long dull month of holidays was finally drawing to a
close. Prundy was thoroughly bored of sitting at home
doing nothing and was longing to meet his friends at
school, play football, DO something for a change. He gazed
out of his window only to be greeted by enormous buildings.... |
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