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  • Magazine World of UGI A Unity Groups India brand UGI 2013 All rights are reserved! sada sava-M raYT/M saovaamaho |

    Reader s desk Aapalyaa doSaacaM AapalaM inayatakxailakx

    Editor: Shubhankar Karande

    Ex. Editor: Atharva Joshi

    Graphics & Features:

    Team Magazine World of UGI

    Front Page:

    Artist: Shubham Joshi

    Camera: Manas Barve

    Special Thanks:

    Our beloved motherland India &

    Our Family members

    Mumbai Times

    Many of our beloved readers!

    Declaration:

    This is a trial product i.e. issue

    Of Readers Desk published on

    1st Sept.2013by Magazine World

    Of UGI. We are not publishing

    it for any commercial use.

    UGI 2013

    Trial issue Not for sale.

    Public Relations & Network management:

    Bhushan Patki

  • saMpaadkxIya - Shubhankar Karande

    maaJaI laoKaNaI - Gayatri Kashelkar

    saaQanaa - Kshitija Joshi

    maaJaa A^Mgala - Sourabh Mahajan

    paaoeT spaosa - Akshata & Sanika

    sTaorI paoja - Onkar Surve

    qaoMba iSaMipata jaaSaI - Manish Walvekar

    kxa? - Akshay Pawar

    maaya paoMiTgja\ - Shubham Joshi

    AazvaNaIMcyaa parDImaQaUna - Pratik Jawale

    maaJaM iriDMga - Minoti Pradhan

    saaoSala blaa^ga - Shreya Srinivasan

    DosTInaoSana - Shubhankar Karande

    naocar T/ola - Sarvesh Abhyankar

    Saao koxsa - Sohan Gurav

    Diwali 2013 special issue is coming soon

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    Sada Sarvam Rashtram Sevamahe!! Jai Hind!!

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    Proud to be Indian Jai Hind!!

  • Long time ago i had a best friend, Loving ,caring and very tend.

    We had so many sweet memories to share , And sometimes to look at each other and stare.

    We enjoyed a lot , went to malls, And even shared each other's house halls.

    Slowly slowly his behavior changed From levels of sky till ground it ranged.

    At last i found his reason to be, But so sad it was all because of me.

    And finally whom i had decided my destiny, Unfortunately turned out to my biggest enemy. One month passed,but still he hadn't shown ,

    Any signs or symptoms of our friendship to be grown. I was thinking whether he would really talk , Or would look at me and just silently walk.

    I didn't understand why this was happening to me.? Was it just fun.... or i was deserving to be.! Every night,every day and even afternoon,

    I wished that he would talk to me very soon. Days passed,memories passed and even the nights were gone,

    Slowly slowly i could see some change in him was born. Every morning ,after my sleep, as i opened my eyes, I remembered and saw him as soon as the sun's rise.

    Two months passed and there was change in my mind, I felt very sad but understood that he was not of my kind.

    I had feelings ,emotions and also for him i cared., But now it was high time for anything to be beard.

    Mumbai - Sanika Pendse

    Vaze- Kelkar College

    www.magazineindia.webs.com

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  • REST IN PEACE

    He braked on the other side of the street and killed the engine. The three storey

    building was nearly ten yards away. It was an old building, built with red bricks and painted

    in grey. It had considerably big compound with high iron gates. The road was flanked with

    trees on either side. The atmosphere was damp and wet; the street was smeared with yellow

    and red blossoms that withered down from the trees. It had rained heavily during the day.

    There were five more buildings around the block. The silent road went ahead straight for

    thirty to forty yards and turned right, around the curb to the Park. A dead end. The yellow

    sodium street lamps casted a golden reflection on the wet street. There was an eerie silence

    encasing the atmosphere around. He leaned back in the drivers seat and took a deep breath.

    The sky roared, flashed with quick lightening and thunders. He massaged the back of his

    neck to ease his weariness and looked at the sky through the windshield.

    So far, so good.

    Few minutes passed by in the still darkness. His mind was thinking hard. Right then

    out of nowhere he saw a sedan approaching in the rear view mirror of his car. Its head lights

    sparkled brightly in the dull darkness as it hit his retina. It whizzed past him and disappeared

    in the vague darkness. Nothing happened for a while. There was only silence with

    intermediate disturbances, some strange noises, dogs barking, winds hustling through the

    leaves of the trees, insects chirping.

    He waited.

    He thought that was the best part of his job.

    The wait. The planning and plotting. Evaluating different ways, brooding on the

    possibilities. He was always amazed by the fact that there could be so many ways to kill.

    Different clientele, different demands, different ways. He loved this job. That sense of

    satisfaction, that feeling of triumph when he injected fear in the eyes of his victims. They

    would beg and cry for mercy even though they knew they are going to die. It wasnt about

    money. It was about pleasure.

    He heard few whispers and then the gate opened and a couple walked out. They

    seemed drunk yet they were considerably sober. The man was old, around 5feet 6 inches tall,

    somewhere towards mid fifties. He wore a grey blazer and trouser with white shirt. His

    obesity defined his luxurious lifestyle. The lady was dressed in knee length raven black

    spaghetti. She was few inches taller than her boyfriend. She had an hourglass figure. She was

    beautiful; she was young, barely twenty-five. His eyes were fixed on the couple as they

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  • walked towards him. He let his thoughts settle. Then he brought out his 1986 Smith &

    Wesson revolver. The beautiful model 19 metallic coloured revolver glistened in the dark.

    For a split moment he gazed at his prized possession. It was the power. It was an ecstasy for

    him. He closed his eyes, he felt heart beats rise; he felt the adrenaline and blood running in

    his veins. He opened his eyes, pulled over the hood of his jacket and reached for the door of

    the car. It was a time to kill.

    They couple wa