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White Lies

Deception.
I admire people who have the ability to decieve. I might even call it a genius at work. It is difficult to find it and admire it.
Stealth.
I love people who can work thing from backstage and never appear to the primemover. These are the real people. Somehow they realise that power is in not showing it.
Now when I was coming to the real world from IITK, I was preparing to deal with stealth and deception. In my own mind, I was afraid. But when I came here, I found it disappointing. Probably I will have to move to politics to face what I wanted to.
People tell me lies and expect me to believe them. Sitting in my living room , I get all the information I need. Thanks to the great network that I have. Thanks to my innate abilities of getting the information that I want. Hah.
Just don't underestimate me. One is mocking me if they do that. Give me my fair share of abilities and I will make it much much better for you. Otherwise, in some rashness of my mind, I just might decide to destory some part of your life. I have nothing to lose, as is. And you people have too much to lose. So think and act. I just might decide not to. And NO LIES.

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