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When the doorbell rang, Intellectual wondered who it could be.  These days no one took Intellectual seriously. 

“Oh! It’s you.  Come in.”  Intellectual opened the door.  The Party Spokesman walked in. 

“As I told you on phone,” said Party Spokesman, “we’re ready to pay you the price you demanded.  Whatever you write hereafter will be in support of the party explicitly or implicitly.”

Intellectual took the cheque offered by Party Spokesman.  “Advance payment.  The real payment will begin once we get to read your articles.”

Intellectual felt something die within him.  But he knew he could laugh all the way to the bank hereafter. 

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  1. ARJuly 5, 2017 at 10:01 PM

    We are heading towards 1984
    Freedom is slavery

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 6, 2017 at 5:59 AM

      The most terrible disservice they've done to us is the commodification of everything including truth.

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  2. Pranju chakrapaniJuly 6, 2017 at 5:41 AM

    They are the new breeds. They call themselves the influencers.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 6, 2017 at 6:00 AM

      Strange how people can sell themselves so easily!

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  3. UppalJuly 6, 2017 at 10:23 AM

    The intellectual is no better.He is part of the crowd as well!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 6, 2017 at 7:51 PM

      The intellectual used to be a notch above the crowd!

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  4. K.A. AcharyaJuly 8, 2017 at 4:03 AM

    Ready to eat food might not be healthier for those who eat it, but it definitely makes the cook's life easier. Why strain your brain for intellectual writing, when someone is ready to supply you topics, and the content too? Besides, it pays.
    Sadly, real intellectuals are on the verge of becoming history.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 8, 2017 at 7:10 AM

      Everything is a commercial commodity today, even patriotism. Intellectuals have been bought up as are the media. Padma Sri and such awards await loyal intellectuals!

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