Behind The Silicon Mask

Behind The Silicon Mask

Eshwar Sundaresan

Language: English

Pages: 154

ISBN: 9382618392

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Behind The Silicon Mask

Eshwar Sundaresan

Language: English

Pages: 154

ISBN: 9382618392

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


A techie community of around two hundred Indians stationed in Milwaukee suddenly finds itself under a siege. On a fateful Friday, a cyclonic snowstorm— Super Susan—is breaking winter records outside their windows. And beyond, somewhere in the inky darkness,a serial killer who targets immigrants is on the loose. An indiscreet TV journalist has already informed him that almost the entire community resides within a three block

radius in downtown Milwaukee. Two young techies belonging to the community— Partho Sen and Varun Belthangady—are particularly under threat. Unaware of this fact, they carry on as usual. Varun must deliver a crucial software application for his Fortune-500 client before the weekend ends. Meanwhile, Partho must confront his inner demons to save the most important relationships in his life. They must deal with these urgent needs, even as they deal with their rapacious corporate employer, an overambitious boss, unpredictable events unfolding in the living rooms and bedrooms of their colleagues—and the effects of the most potent cocktail in the world. There is one man who can save them yet from the serial killer—Detective Farley of the Milwaukee Police Department. But will the serial killer prove too clever even for him?

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Larry Oates could barely control his excitement. At the same time, he felt it was his duty to dress down Shawn Polanski. ‘If what you said is true,’ he said, rising, ‘we’ll catch the man and you’ll feel guilty for the rest of your life. If you’d come to us with this information before, two lives could have been saved. Did you think of that?’ ‘Yessir, I did,’ Shawn said, avoiding eye contact. ‘My lieutenant might call you with more questions. And if you don’t answer your phone because you’re

just a label and let’s remember that the world does enough damage to itself by fretting over labels. What I want to say is that the bhaiyaa biradari of Downtown Crescent was, quite simply, three middle-aged couples and their four children. Sweet people, really. One of the bhaiyyas and his wife had taken the trouble to drive down to Sam’s Club that Wednesday. To buy groceries in bulk, what else? They had together lugged back three shopping carts filled with two-gallon cans of orange juice, twenty

claims that female foeticide and female infanticide are shamefully rampant in many Third World countries including India. That truth by no means implicates my clients. Mr Ur Rehman is a well-educated and highly-paid professional, and I have already produced statistics to prove that Indians from his strata of society rarely abuse the girl child. I’d further like to add that the social worker hinted that my client’s religion points to his culpability. Now I submit to you that this entire line of

the project. Just two months prior to this, these trainees had been drinking murky cups of tea in dingy college canteens. And now, just like that, they had become stakeholders in a crucial, high-visibility project. Two: he pulled an experienced project lead out of an established project (allowing the delighted deputy to take over) and asked her to take charge. Three: his coup de grace. He ‘borrowed’ a kickass technical lead from another geographical unit. A maverick called Bugs. He had thus

him up, wholly inclined to poop on his party. * Deepak Bugtani, aka Bugs, was at his seat. His feet were resting on his desk, his eyes were closed and his whole being was engrossed in the loud music playing through his earphones. The stench of his unwashed socks had already covered a radius of three cubicles. Not surprisingly, people in the vicinity were taking coffee breaks. Oblivious to such mundane realities, Bugs matched the rhythm of the music by flailing his hands about. Without warning,

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