tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48563114083376982662024-02-07T16:28:25.535+05:30INSIGHTkhusnudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02660122952065207528noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856311408337698266.post-68712364249193630082015-05-21T20:40:00.000+05:302015-05-21T23:09:58.924+05:30Oil Price and moral of young professionals <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The changing nature of </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">oil supply and demand has exacerbated the market volatility and resulting layoff and no increment for employees. In spite of recovery trends, companies are slashing jobs and holding cash. Energy analysts have predicted for “Good Days” but like others my employer has also decided to reduce liabilities and to hold cash. After getting this news 2 of my office friends and me decided to celebrate the moment.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i><span style="color: #4c1130;"><b>We planned to go by office cab, but one of us got stuck in some important meeting so we booked a cab by using Uber free ride. We went out from our windowless office and found rain is splashing on the road, it felt like nature also wants to add pleasure in our celebration. We got into white Maruti-Swift and the driver pressured the accelerator and car sped up. The news was not new to us and it’s as expected, but still we were feeling sad and frustrated. Somehow drizzling was making us relaxed and our anger and anguish started vanishing. We started discussing how the little penny which we are not getting will affect our future plan. We reached MGF mall and stepped out from the car. As the weather was making us hungry so we went to KFC straight and stuffed our stomach with our favorites “Hot wings” and “Zinger.”<o:p></o:p></b></span></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: #4c1130;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">My friend Jagrit had to buy footwear for her mom so we planned to visit lifestyle. We had our friend Noor with us, she is fashion buff and she keeps knowledge about all hot and trendy stuff of the market so it’s hardly a work for us. Noor suggested that first we should visit Bata because they also have the good collection for female these days. At the moment, we got in the shop she quickly removed her smelly socks and made her prepared for trial. She tried many fancy footwear and we short-listed top 3 choice and decided to visit lifestyle for more options. Noor is bubbly Punjabi girl so glittery stuff always attracts her and Jagrit’s mom is simple Gujarati lady so while trial we had many compelling arguments to balance between need and choice. The moment, we entered in Lifestyle, Noor pointed on 10 things which she wants to buy, from yellow Paprika’s bag to Melange’s Footwear. This is the only place where she is like “Gladiator.”</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i><span style="color: #4c1130;"><b>After analyzing all nitty-gritty, we finalized 3 footwear and it was really difficult to finalize one so Jagrit called her sister to seek her opinions and that was also not very helpful. Two aunties were window-shopping beside us and according to Noor one of them was not satisfied with her sex life, we took their opinion as well. Considering our no-increment mode, we were no way looking for 2 footwear but we end up buying 2 footwear and we admitted the power of marketing for consumer behavior.<o:p></o:p></b></span></i></span></div>
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khusnudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02660122952065207528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856311408337698266.post-42519355067346496912015-04-18T18:04:00.000+05:302015-04-18T18:04:11.484+05:30Who don’t want to be heard!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>Any independent thoughts, a piece of arts and research finding should be allowed to publish without curtailing under the influence of religious sentiment, feminism and racial discrimination etc. It’s is almost impossible to define right or wrong intention as, at best, it can only be speculative. Some writers and artists speak with right intention but become a victim of irrational fundamentalism. There should be some mechanism which can protect an artist, writers, speakers and thinkers from speculation and suffering of unreasonable restriction<b>. <o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div>
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khusnudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02660122952065207528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856311408337698266.post-19394000902667546612015-02-22T01:26:00.000+05:302015-02-22T01:31:48.736+05:30Nitish Kumar: A Retrospection Survey Results <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: small; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">C. Know some beneficiary </span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">(17.65%, 135)</span><o:p></o:p></span></h1>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">A. Yes </span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">(25% 180)</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h1>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">B. No </span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">(75%, 540)</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h1>
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">6. Whom do you like to see as a next Chief Minister of Bihar?</span><o:p></o:p></span></h1>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">A. Nitish Kumar </span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(82.35%, 630)</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h1>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">B. Shahnawaz Hussain </span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(11.76%, 90)</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h1>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">C. Sushil Modi </span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(5.88%, 45)</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h1>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">D. Giriraj Singh </span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">(0)</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h1>
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khusnudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02660122952065207528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856311408337698266.post-76835825138504874962014-12-16T23:40:00.002+05:302014-12-17T15:11:38.307+05:30Lunch Table <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="color: #4c1130;">Nowadays, office lunch tables rock with discussion on low
inflation rate and falling oil prices. Some firmly believe that good days
promised by Mr. Modi have already come. By any chance, if you are not the fan
of Mr. Prime Minister and try to counter his/her argument then you will be
slammed for making some sense and providing some economic facts. I have no doubt
that “Perception Management” is the one of the most successful theory in the human
history after all it has conceptualized by US military. </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #4c1130;">I have nothing against Prime-Servant but it’s beyond my
understanding, how he is responsible for whatever good happening around the globe
and not a single bad one in India. The oil prices are falling because of
geopolitical reasons, low demand and relatively more supply because of US shale gas boom and Mr. Modi has nothing to do with any of these.<a href="http://www.economist.com/blogs/economist-explains/2014/12/economist-explains-4?fsrc=scn/fb/wl/tr/whytheolipriceisfalling">Read More</a> Some
believe that America has become the world’s largest oil producer
because of Modi’s Madison Square exceptional performance.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #4c1130;"> Low
inflation simply means increase in the purchasing power per unit of money or
gain of real value in the medium of exchange and this happens with long term
policy impact and central bank initiatives. We may give credit to our rock star
banker Raghuram Rajan who just clarifies ‘Make in India’ is largely about ‘Make
for India’. </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #4c1130;">Good days are about to come may be by 2019 so don’t be
impulsive it takes hell a lot of time to change perception. </span></i><o:p></o:p></div>
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khusnudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02660122952065207528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856311408337698266.post-5419044471540059592014-12-14T20:26:00.000+05:302014-12-15T11:45:22.638+05:30Random Thoughts <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrLGqpYkV3yiQkqiuphPwMZseSmUymdW86gQ8_NC5bxpbre0WBpDRMWXHtXHvdOrFIQuoncSknWFIGMFlH7woSQqjwwdeMOXZ8LLbVZEv-_B8EqtjkIexx5UaG-tdZ3qStTItp2TIBTk/s1600/Random+Thoughts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrLGqpYkV3yiQkqiuphPwMZseSmUymdW86gQ8_NC5bxpbre0WBpDRMWXHtXHvdOrFIQuoncSknWFIGMFlH7woSQqjwwdeMOXZ8LLbVZEv-_B8EqtjkIexx5UaG-tdZ3qStTItp2TIBTk/s1600/Random+Thoughts.jpg" /></a><i><span style="color: #274e13;"><b>It was usual lunch time at office and I was discussing general
stuff with my mentor, at some point during a discussion he said that it’s very
important in life to decide what you want to do in future as early as possible
and it applies to everything from career to marriage. I introspected myself and
found it’s difficult to decide what I want to do in future.</b></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: #274e13;"><b>I run with technologically enhanced generation and live in a free country so no standard set of rules apply on me except my very own country’s
constitution which is quite more flexible than one can imagine. I am 24-25 year old Bihari (Indian) boy who
prefers his Mom’s recipes over YouTube cooking videos and at the same time I
don’t mind spending 1000 bucks on some random mispronounced Italian or Japanese
dish. I used to believe guns have more power than computer but now my Dad relies
more on my tab than his bodyguard’s rifle. I find girls more decent and elegant
in short skirt than sari. I prefer visiting Baskin Robbins than drinking hot
water in chilly and foggy winter of Delhi. I stay in my female friend’s
apartment in night and we don’t have sex. If required I wash my dishes than
depending upon maid. I have a friend who left his PhD scholarship and took 3
million loan to pursue some random course which he believes is right for him. I
find communism interesting and still believe in democracy. </b></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #274e13;"><b>The point I am trying to make is that growing old, normal
life, money, getting married and work for living are overrated. We should do
experiments with life rather going by standard set of rules. I know that nothing conclusive I have written but
sometimes it’s not necessary.</b></span></i></div>
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khusnudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02660122952065207528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856311408337698266.post-22326262149726883542013-03-17T22:16:00.002+05:302013-05-21T17:33:55.665+05:30ADHIKAR RALLY: IT’S OUR RIGHT<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Last night, I was down with fever but it
went down when I heard Nitish Kumar’s speech today morning. It was an
unparalleled speech by any Bihari leader. First time I heard a leader from
Bihar is mentioning ‘per capita income’, ‘human development index’, ‘economic
policies’ and ‘industrial growth’ in his speech. Sesquipedalian leaders from
Bihar used to speak about caste, religion, equality and many more irrelevant
words. Kumar’s speech was <span style="background-color: white;">astounding like
Bihar’s growth rate of gross state domestic product (GSDP).<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">ADHIKAR RALLY: SPECIAL STATUS OF BIHAR<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><strong><i>What does “special category status” mean?</i></strong><b><i><o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">In 1969 while devising
formula for sharing central assistance among states, the Fifth Finance Commission
acting in line to the Gadgil formula, had accorded special status to three
states on the basis of harsh terrain, backwardness and social problems
prevailing in these states. Thereafter number of such states has increased
to 11. As per Gadgil formula a special category state gets preferential
treatment in federal assistance and tax breaks. The special-category states get
significant excise duty concessions, and thus help these states attract large
number of industrial units to establish manufacturing facilities within their
territory. <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Is it a power show ahead of next general
election or a serious attempt to get special status for Bihar? I am not a
political analyst but I used my common sense to get gist of this rally. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Ramlila Miadan, Delhi was selected place
for rally keeping in mind that approximately 18 % population of Delhi is from
Bihar.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div>
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date for really another intelligent decision. 80 % Delhi’s population involved
in service sector and enjoys Sunday as holiday.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div>
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growth, education standard and future industrial revolution. Almost 58 % of
Biharis are below 25 year age who does like economic terms and education in
speeches.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I am
not judgmental here but in any case it’s a spanking signal for Biharis because
upcoming elections will be fought on the idea of development. I couldn’t forget
2005 Assembly election of Bihar when Rashtriya Janata Dal cut
my father’s MLA ticket and gave ticket to son of Don Bhagar yadav because his
caste population was more in my father’s constituency. But now ball has shifted
on development! Well played Nitish Uncle, soon I will join Politics ;).</span></i></div>
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khusnudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02660122952065207528noreply@blogger.com1Kolkata, West Bengal, India22.572646 88.36389499999995722.103410999999998 87.718447999999952 23.041881 89.009341999999961tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856311408337698266.post-50168610520820004052012-11-29T20:02:00.001+05:302013-08-13T12:21:24.556+05:30AAM AADMI PARTY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Jay, “Current Gujarat government has Rs 1.45 lakh crore of public debt it means
6 crore Guajarati have to contend with an individual debt of Rs 20000 approx.”It
was just one of the counter arguments made by me against “Vibrant Gujarat” as a
role model of economic growth. Jay
countered me with an amusing argument, “You don’t want Narendra Modi as next
prime minister that’s why you are saying these rubbish things.” I just smiled and said, “of course, I don’t but
I have thousands other reasons not this one.” Jay quipped, “Will you vote for Rahul Gandhi
then!” <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b><i>After 2 hour of this conversation, one
of my businessman friend called me and said with full sanctity, “ Today, My dad
got two National Highway contracts and now no one can stop me from becoming M.L.A of Congress in 2015
(upcoming Bihar assembly election). “ Frankly
speaking I really didn’t get the idea how these two independent events are
related. It may be because of business, money and politics nexus! <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b><i>I said casually, “Bhai, this time you
have to fight with “AAM AADMI PARTY (AAP)” candidate and it will be very difficult
to get over him. He laughed and said, “We
live in India and more than 60% Indian only vote for money and they never think
about development, education and corruption so don’t worry about this party it
won’t hamper my vote bank.” I countered, “Isn’t that you and I make the India and
our thinking reflects the country’s thinking. If we think ‘AAP’ will smash
Congress and B.J.P in forthcoming general election it will because it is the
party of common man or you can say mango people, it isn’t the party of Arvind
Kejriwal or Manish sisodia or Kumar Vishwas they are only providing us the
podium where mango people of India can fight against dynasty and communal politics.”
My speechless friend bumbled, “I agree with our view point but how ‘AAP’ will
reach out to the grass root level?” I replied, “People like you and me will
promote and campaign this party via SMS, blog, Facebook update and also by
motivating our driver, dhobi, doodhwala and all the people with whom we communicate
in day to day life.” My friend said, “You
are right buddy and from now onwards I will think beyond business, money and politics
nexus and work for AAP and will try to become AAP M.L.A in 2015. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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propagate AAP ideology and motivate common man to vote for our “AAM AADMI PARTY”
not for B.J.P and Congress. </i></b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;"> For more detail please visit <a href="http://www.aamaadmiparty.org/">AAM AADMI</a></span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;"> Must watch <a href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch%20v=1Z_LRpaggfU&feature=youtu.be">This Video</a></span></i></b></div>
khusnudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02660122952065207528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856311408337698266.post-14928372351580761712012-11-13T01:17:00.005+05:302012-11-13T02:06:48.292+05:30The Wife Material <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">To imagine a world without women!</span></i><br />
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<i style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">No color, no heterosexual love, no heterosexual sex,
no children, no mother, no sister, no wife, no girlfriend, no life and most
importantly “more pain in the ass”.</span></i><br />
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<b><span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Urbane and Suave Middle Class Indian Society</span></i></span></b></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Recently released movie, Cocktail depicts the Indian
men’s mentality about marriage choice or spouse selection. Most of us choose
the girls who cook food, dress conservatively, earn less money than us and wins
our parents approval. Why does a gal’s dress and her independency stopping us
from accepting her as our better half. We don’t have any problem in dating with
skimpy clothing girl, we adore going movie, discotheque and pub with them but
when it comes to marriage we simply refuge them by saying that she isn’t “The
Wife Material”. I have no idea why our so called civilized and educated society
keeps double unacceptable standard but it saddens me deeply and spark a flame in
my heart to rebel against this fucking male chauvinist society who only cares about
their comforts and stereotypes girls into two categories – “The Girlfriend
Material” and “The Wife Material a.k.a The Good Indian Girl”. This Society clearly
has two extremes a “Good Indian Girl” and a “Hooker”. Any girl who is not like
a good Indian girl is certainly a hooker from this society’s perspective. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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brink of divorce only because his wife is a banker and earns more money than
him. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span><br />
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physically abusing and raping her and still hoping she will fall in love with
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">They have two master
solutions to reduce rape cases. They will marry their girl in the age of 14 and
they will stop consuming noodles because it causes hormonal imbalance and
provoke them to rape women. Hat’s off to their ideas. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span><br />
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68 percent of girls in Rajasthan are married off before the age of 18 and 12
percent of them married off before the age of 10. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span><br />
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not only raping our women but also our science and development. </span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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khusnudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02660122952065207528noreply@blogger.com8Sri GM Ln, Avikar India Private Limited, Bow Bazaar, Kolkata, West Bengal, India22.572646 88.36389518.786915 83.310183999999992 26.358376999999997 93.417606tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856311408337698266.post-6161328344690655772012-11-12T00:18:00.000+05:302012-11-12T00:20:19.014+05:30A Beautiful Journey <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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blare of alarm clock shattered Arpit’s slumber, he glared the clock with his
snoozy eyes and jumped from the bed. After having bath, he put on his white and
black striped Van Heusen shirt and Springo black-gray striped trousers. Now, he
was all set to leave for office where he was doing his summer internship.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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was the month of June, the mysterious monsoon had reached Mumbai, rain was
splashing on the road and Mumbai’s byways had become mire. In rainy season,
some places in Mumbai become hell. In spite of all these, today Arpit was
brimming with euphoria and elation. The only reason for his happiness was groovy
Friday, he has not to go to office for next 2 days and as a byproduct he could visit
his elder brother Anjan who was a software engineer in Pune.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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reached his 5-star office early and started work with full exhilaration in his
cubicle, not that he liked to work but because he could be off early for Pune.
He adored only two things in his office, coffee break and Junior HR Shweta. She
was dusky cute girl with <span class="apple-style-span">adorable
face and delightful eyes</span>. He loved to flirt with Shweta during
coffee breaks but on Friday he worked so heedfully that he forgot to take a
break. After completing his work early, he was all set to leave but he was
slapped by more work which he completed half-heartily and left the office with
morbid mind. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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an hour crawling in Mumbai traffic, he reached Vashi which is the epitome of
urban mess, flooded with skyscrapers, corporate offices, retail food chain,
shopping malls and lounge bars. He had to take the Volvo bus for Pune so he was
waiting for bus at Vashi bus stop which is the starting of Mumbai Pune expressway.
There is nothing much unproductive than waiting for bus and train, so Arpit was
utilizing his time by reading book in his kindle fire. He was fed up with bus
waiting and book reading then he decided to visit nearby Inorbit mall but he
saw a <span class="apple-style-span">Phantom Black Audi A8 was coming his way so
he decided to take a chance. He showed his hand in order to stop the car,
luckily, car stopped and a hot gal with
luscious lips and alluring eyes stepped out from the car. Her figure-hugging
red top and skin-fit black jeans were flaunting her flat stomach and gorgeous
legs. Her frizzy brown hair was neatly tied in a ponytail behind her back which
was barely reaching her shoulders. <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div>
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uttered anxiously,” I was waiting for the bus since long time but I don’t think
any bus will come in next half an hour. Can I get a lift Pune if you are going
the same way?”<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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thought for a moment and told him, “I am going to Pune, you can join me.” <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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sat adjacent to girl on the front seat, girl sat on driving seat, she put her foot
on accelerator and the car sped up. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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highway, drizzling and thundering rain and a young boy with sensuous girl in a swanky
car, a perfect ravishing condition that one could fantasize. Arpit’s anger,
anguish, frustration and sadness were vanished by the gratifying milieu. He was
in between mixed feeling of chirpiness and discomfort, his Friday feeling had
comeback. He collected his courage and asked, “What’s your name”. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>She
smiled and quipped coquettishly, “Is it necessary to know my name to travel
with me”.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>He
blushed and said, “We are together for next 3 hour or may be bit more so it
would be convenient for me to call you by your name”.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“I am
Priya Roy”, she said.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“I am
Arpit Agrawal”, he said.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<b><i><span class="apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"></span></i></b></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“What
do you do?” she asked. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i> “I am doing M.S in chemical science from IISER”,
he replied and asked the same,” what do you do?”<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“Actually,
I do nothing just travel a lot from Mumbai to Pune and give lift to strangers”,
she said with a cute wink. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>Conversation
instantly attached them and after some quotidian conversation, Priya asked, “Do
you have girlfriend”?<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>The poignant
question flabbergasted him, all his disquiet, grief, pang and twinge reemerged and
his consciousness wavered back to the 3 days old calamitous break-up with his
sweet girlfriend. They broke up not because his girlfriend had become more
possessive or the relationship was affecting his study. Neither had he become
any less caring nor was she attracted towards someone else. They were lovely
couple with in deep love of each other. The only preposterous reason for their
break up was that they were from different religion which might not be
acceptable by their families and societies.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>He hid
his grievous feeling because he didn’t want to defile pleasurable aura which
was healing his catastrophic condition. He wanted to feel and relish sharp
steep valley, narrow tunnel and craggy mountain of Mumbai-Pune expressway with
beautiful girl. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghPFL11-5-zHdll6bsnj1v3Q7kRmzTJWnZvSXhSlbV6uxGCXy9ejjpSlE6XNCpcKYHUkHLbgEMqrHbm7DPPo0mgedoswL-tvnv6m6dN5otA2szZK1nRBY6BxOMq0sLLVuTPbpOdHRVFK8/s1600/img04844vp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghPFL11-5-zHdll6bsnj1v3Q7kRmzTJWnZvSXhSlbV6uxGCXy9ejjpSlE6XNCpcKYHUkHLbgEMqrHbm7DPPo0mgedoswL-tvnv6m6dN5otA2szZK1nRBY6BxOMq0sLLVuTPbpOdHRVFK8/s320/img04844vp.jpg" width="320" /></span></a><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>He
replied with fake smile, “No, I am perfectly single."<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>Priya
stared him as he had done some heinous crime and said, “What! Please don’t lie,
how it could be possible that you don’t have girl friend.”<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“Why
do you think I am lying?” he uttered.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“It’s
very rare that handsome and urbane guy like you doesn’t have girlfriend”, she
said.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“I
tried a lot but no girl found boyfriend material in me”, he lied.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“Ooh! That
is so unfair”, she said sympathetically. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Drizzle
had converted into raucous rain, clouds have come up all the way and
mesmerizing valley had become more alluring. As speed of car was slashing
relentless rain so some drops were coming inside and splashing on Priya’s cheek.
Dainty rain drop on her face, her </span></span>Shy
smile<span class="apple-style-span"> and
</span>drop -dead gorgeous eyes<span class="apple-style-span"> were making her breathtakingly beautiful. Arpit
was gazing her with his corner of the eyes. He was really enjoying the full
ambience. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></b></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“Tell
me something interesting about you”, Priya asked casually. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>Arpit
thought, it’s a perfect moment to impress Priya. He was pondering which fact will
impress Priya when she said, “Don’t try to impress me, genuinely, tell me some real
facts about you.” <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“I
have a qualm and only girls could answer it, can I ask this to you?”<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“Ya,
you can ask me anything but not here, Macdonald’s restaurant is nearby. We will
sit there, grab a bite and try to find some answers for your qualm”, Priya replied.
<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>They
reached Macdonald’s restaurant and parked their car and went inside. Priya
asked Arpit, “what will you take” and after his reply she ordered one BigSpicy
Chicken Wrap and regular Iced Tea for herself and one Veg Pizza Mapuff and Café
Mocha for Arpit.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>They
collected their order and looked around for the table but they didn’t find a single
table vacant on ground floor so they went on upstairs and sit at the corner
table comfortably. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“So
tell me your doubt which I can answer”, Priya asked with little smile. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“I
never understand girl’s heterogeneous behavior. Are they evolutionary
serpentine or is it a framed madness to just bewilder the mankind?” Arpit
babbled. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>Priya
grinned and said quizzically, “Aah, I can’t answer this. It’s a cloak and
dagger for girls so I can’t comment on this.”<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“You
told me that you will answer my doubt and now you are unsaying. It’s unfair!”
Arpit uttered.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“The
girls are not that simple dear”, she quipped.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>Arpit
reckoned she is same as other girls, it’s better to step back off and
concentrate on Pizza Mapuff. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>As the
weather was becoming more tantalizing and Arpit was enthralling towards Priya.
He had obliterated all his blue devils, and was soaring with immense zest.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>They
finished their tidbit and stepped in the car. Priya seemed brisker
now. Perhaps, morsel had provided her new spice. She drove few kilometers in
complete silence.<u> </u> She broke the
silence with investigating tone, “What first comes in your mind when you see a
pretty girl?”<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“What
kind of question it is”, Arpit said with little unease. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“A
simple one”, she quipped. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“But
the answer isn’t simple”, he said.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“Tell
me the truth, what exactly you think, isn’t it very simple” she said
graciously. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“I
think about many stuff, depend upon the situation. What
exactly you want to know?” Arpit said sincerely. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“Guys
generally infatuate towards pretty girls at first sight and they call it love.
Do you feel the same?” she asked.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“When
I was teenager I fell in love with every pretty girl at first sight but now
lust comes first then love takes over”, he divulged his secret. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">She saw him with smirk</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"> and said, “It happens, it’s not your fault it’s
your age. There is nothing you can do for this so just enjoy every bit of it.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></span></b></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“Now
you tell me what you think when you see a charming guy?” Arpit put same screw
to her. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“It’s
plagiarism, ask some original question”, she said with cute wink. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“There
is nothing original in this world, some cases we don’t find the source and some
we find”, he countered. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>“My
god, you are so philosophical. Anyway I don’t care about any charming guy until
he does starts talking to me. For girls, love or lust rarely occur at first
sight”, she said. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>They
have reached Pune so Priya asked him,” Where shall I drop you?”<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>The
trip of Pune had always pleased Arpit, but this time he didn’t seem happy after
reaching Pune. He had a feeling of anguish and anxiety. Priya’s question had taken
all his euphoria and exhilaration. During the lovely journey with Priya, he had
flourished many hopes but now it all seemed vain. He didn’t flaunt his distress in front of
Priya and said, “Drop me at Pune Central.”<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><b><i>They
reached Pune Central and Arpit stepped out from the car. She was ready to leave
<span style="background: white;">so Arpit spelled out his number avoiding the
probability of being embarrassed. Alas! She still left him in - and a bit of
embarrassment all he recollected was the cute wink and her heart shattering
words “I am a call girl and I work for an escort agency so it won’t be worth to
take my number.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">With hurting heart and fake smile Arpit entered in his brother’s flat.</span> </i></span></span><span class="apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">N</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">o language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother's love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star. ~Edwin Hubbell Chapin </span></i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"> The word “Mother” comes in existence when the child born before that she is just a woman, mother never exist. A mother is something absolutely new who born with her child. A mother is the only person whom we encounter before coming in this world and after experience immense labor she gives the birth but she never refuge to do that. She is the only women in our life who never say no for anything. She taught us first language, social concept, religious value, cultural domain all the things which makes us the human being.
On the auspicious evening of mother day, I want to confess and promise something to my mother….. Mom,</span></i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"> I am the part of most ‘confuse’ and ‘don’t know don’t care’ generation so sometimes I baffle about something and desert and detest some conspicuous things because of confusion. I am very penitent for all these. </span></i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Probably, I might not get admission in top 30 universities of the world and I won’t earn big cheques as my engineer, IITian and M.B.B.S brothers and sisters would be but I promise one thing your Daughter-in-law (my dream girl) would never complain about this and we would live happy life. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Sometimes I don’t call you for days and I might not be able to do in future as well but that would never mean I don’t remember or miss you. It just that I will be in trouble and I am not in a position to share with you everything because I am afraid of making you sad. But I promise, you will be the first with whom I will share all single piece of happiness. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">I don’t know what will I do in future and where will I go. But I can promise one thing-my hard work. I will leave no stone unturned to make you feel proud of being a mom of mine. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Happy Mother’s Day Ammi.</span></span></h4>
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khusnudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02660122952065207528noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856311408337698266.post-11326869393404263992012-05-04T23:52:00.000+05:302012-05-05T00:39:58.790+05:30Slutwalk (Besharmi Morcha)-Kolkata: Vulgar or Congruous<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzpLSBs0DB9UbIXNc1831-_hDYj_-idepCfGtqrzHaqxHCl8_kni1x1OoHNyzS53jUkcZspLtEnJjJ4y8pZ3skdhe2-7mivNI0HdrPGbwQMiHM0QSH7WOOEVKQs052XdsFU41TSzuG_rM/s1600/slatwalk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzpLSBs0DB9UbIXNc1831-_hDYj_-idepCfGtqrzHaqxHCl8_kni1x1OoHNyzS53jUkcZspLtEnJjJ4y8pZ3skdhe2-7mivNI0HdrPGbwQMiHM0QSH7WOOEVKQs052XdsFU41TSzuG_rM/s320/slatwalk.jpg" width="240" /></a> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">“Slutwalk” – It is a worldwide
protest against the harassment that women face on the street on a daily-basis. It
is the outcry against damaging stereotype and sexual violence against women. It
all began with a statement of police officer in Toronto, Canada, April 2011,
saying “women should avoid dressing like sluts in order not to be victimized”. The
angry women and men too come out to the street to protest against men’s filthy mentality.
Thus began Slutwalk, the movement jumped borders and oceans, with similar
marches being held in the US, UK, Australia and Africa. And now “global India”
is joining hand as well!</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">After Delhites and bhopalies, it’s high time for Kolkatans
to come out for “slutwalk” on 24</span></i><sup><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">th</span></i></sup><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"> may. Although,
my ordinary mind couldn’t understand the purpose and relevance of slutwalk in
India but women safety and rights in India is always a ponderable question for
me. </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Is skimpy clothes of gals or women articulate the message to
rape her? If yes, then how will we justify the rape of 3 month’s infant? If
some psycho says that provoking cloths stimulate him to rape or molest a girl
then how will we react if someone says,” Her perfume was incredibly provoking that’s
why I raped her “! The message is whatever cloths women wear, however slutty it
is, it shouldn’t be thought as an invitation to rape her. </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><o:p></o:p></span></i><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIc5aBjVR5zJn2O_0tR3F07EMRWOQdPsC6ly3AHEj_INmGOOYC-7o8KEARRty9VKiswEspS0uzK2wDeY9-yAgzrZeI1jQU8CBkOAGcdPKhHfMkmLSS6krAv99I3jcldhQRK_FAuA-UauE/s1600/Capture.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIc5aBjVR5zJn2O_0tR3F07EMRWOQdPsC6ly3AHEj_INmGOOYC-7o8KEARRty9VKiswEspS0uzK2wDeY9-yAgzrZeI1jQU8CBkOAGcdPKhHfMkmLSS6krAv99I3jcldhQRK_FAuA-UauE/s320/Capture.JPG" width="320" /></a><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">I have a facile doubt, is it relevant in context of India
where we have cities which are demographically very diverse, in our cities we
have people from villages and small towns probably who have never seen women in
short-skirt. But in the era of capitalism,
elite Indians never care these people. </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">These slutwalk is a felicitous example of women empowerment in
India. In last 10 year, Indian women have empowered not only economically but
socially and politically as well. I still remember last decade mindset when Arundhati
Roy has been trailed by Supreme Court since one year for her controversial writing
about women sexual independence. After winning the Booker award, she was called
as “Hooker won Booker”. And since then women have empowered herself to organize
slutwalk. </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><o:p></o:p></span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">It’s my humble request to all join <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: courier; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; line-height: 20px;"><span class="red" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; line-height: normal;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/SlutWalk.Kolkata/info">Slutwalk-kolkata</a> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">on 24</span></i><sup><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">th</span></i></sup><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"> of May. </span></i></span></span></span></span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><i><br /></i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">t was Alka on other side of phone. ‘Hi
cutie pie, I have a blissful news for you’, she verbalized. ‘What happened
darling, depleted with my girlfriend search, have you?’ I quipped. ‘This news
is more captivating than your girlfriend search’, she uttered. ‘Then what, you
had sex with your boyfriend’, I spoofed. ‘Why you always add extraneous sexual comments
during our conversation?’ she said annoyingly. I replied. ‘It makes me feel virile
and non-gay and also sex fascinates humankind doesn’t it?’ ‘Whatever but the
good news is that we got our first fund for “JAGRAN”’, she said vivaciously. After
hearing this I almost jumped off my bed and told her ‘What, how! You must be
kidding’. JAGRAN is our social enterprise for rural area’s school student.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">‘Finally you cracked it, you are such
a darling, definitely you wore short skirt at the time of JAGRAN’s promotion presentation’,
I babbled. ‘Nah nah I had put my jeans on but my sleeveless top was low-cut’, she
said </span></i><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">coquettishly.
I can almost see her winking from the other side of the phone. After a long
discussion on JAGRAN’s mode of operation, I asked her, ‘may I ask couple of
question about women’s behavior’. ‘Ah! What happened to you my baby, suddenly
interested in women! Dear we have many economic and political topic left to
discuss’, she flouted. ‘Baby, I am serious’, I said. ‘Ok ok, dear don’t pester me, and tell me your concern please’ she murmured.</span></i></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;">“Sometimes, my female friends behave queer without
any reason. Why they do so?”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"> ‘Hmm nice
observation dear but it doesn’t apply on me. Anyway, it’s just one of those
things that we girls periodically go through when for no reason we hate
everything and everyone around us except our girlfriends and chocolate’, she
said smartly.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;">“Why you girls are so obsessed with voluptuous dance.
Is it an alternative of porn?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;">“What do you guys think, can’t we have a dark and
dirty side? Actually, gals have more delectably naughty side but they just
learned to hide it, hone it and keep it as deep of a secret as possible. Yes,
we treat dance as an alternative of porn but not for us for you guys. The dance
bars is of course, the common man’s version of entertainment. We don’t want to let
you go near “Umraojaan” or “Anarkali”, so we gal learn dance. Dancing is a
vertical expression of a horizontal intention. It all boils down to sex.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;">I will look on your further query but give me some
time. I need to take a bath and after that I am all yours’, she said sweetly.</span></div>
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khusnudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02660122952065207528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856311408337698266.post-32209670366196009842012-04-07T02:56:00.002+05:302012-04-11T23:03:07.220+05:30Futile Education System: Time to Change<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUX8R928VekqPe4PeyixDy59jnl9a9m02m74iC_k9W4urUz35aMC3zwX6Xs4nAjTtK7-loDx1OdJwkBCrJbrPjTJCAp4OAoJgmckny_rWSwrKpbckKy4y5rPFoyXWTc6iBGdJMtqK1zA/s1600/failing-us-education-system.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUX8R928VekqPe4PeyixDy59jnl9a9m02m74iC_k9W4urUz35aMC3zwX6Xs4nAjTtK7-loDx1OdJwkBCrJbrPjTJCAp4OAoJgmckny_rWSwrKpbckKy4y5rPFoyXWTc6iBGdJMtqK1zA/s320/failing-us-education-system.jpg" width="320" /></a><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Everybody is talking about primary education. Indian Government
spends 60% of education budget on primary education only, I acquiesce this. Primary
education has to be improved because it is the backbone of country. Our HRD ministry,
educationalists and researchers are putting their hyper active brain on the
issue “How to improve primary education system” but I have simple doubt how
they will deal with debris and dross man force which they are creating during their
experimentation. </span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i></i></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Fortunately, I have studied in one of the premier schools of the
country till class X, so I was able to access excellent library facilities. I
used these facilities and fell in love with Hindi literature and economics. I
wanted to marry my love but my father abhors the idea of studying Arts subject.
According to him only second division pass students study Arts subject and he
is right as well in reference of north Indian small town. It was not his fault
to abstain me studying Arts subject, it was system and government policies
which nagged him to impede me going with my interest.</span></span></span></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Unfortunately, I was the 11</span></span></span></i><sup><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">th</span></span></span></i></sup><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> ranker of Jharkhand
Board senior secondary examination in 2005 and I scored 100 marks in
mathematics so I was compelled to prepare for IIT-JEE. I did that and cleared JEE
and joined country’s premier science institute IISER-KOlKATA. After studying
four year in this institution I am not fascinated with electron spin, Ant’s
motion, Dog’s behavior, Quantum dot, Real Analysis and my trifling terms, so my
teacher consider me as an average student and my classmates snub me.</span></span></span></i></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In this situation, how humiliated I feel no one can imagine. All my prizes which I have won in sundry literary events seem to be vain. In spite of immense zest and zeal I feel
futile because I don’t have perfect platform to use my zeal for the betterment
of society. It’s not only me! There are millions who are fighting with their
shatter dreams because of pernicious education system. I don’t know who is
responsible for this but it has to be improved and this is the time to change</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">........</span></span></span></span></div>
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</div>khusnudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02660122952065207528noreply@blogger.com5Kolkata, West Bengal, India22.572646 88.36389522.338053499999997 88.048038 22.8072385 88.679752tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856311408337698266.post-36379209536328763622012-03-07T01:53:00.002+05:302012-03-07T23:28:20.684+05:30IISER Does Matter!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It was muggy afternoon in Kolkata and I was waiting for my friends jay and vikas in Park Street. </span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> Park Street is most perky place in Kolkata where you can discern newly arrived expensive cars and latest Bollywood fashion due to mushrooming of food-joints and dichotic. ‘It’s better to grab some KFC Grilled chicken than to wait under scorching sunlight’, I thought and I went inside Park Street’s KFC. I took corner table because I wanted to catch sight of street. </span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> I am a KFC freak, especially spicy Grilled chicken maniac so I went to counter to order some more. On my way back, I saw a hot lass with luscious lips and alluring eyes was standing near my table. Her figure-hugging red top and skin-fit black jeans were flaunting her flat stomach and gorgeous legs. Her frizzy brown hair was neatly tied in a ponytail behind her back which was barely reaching her shoulders. I came at my table and said,” Excuse me, I am already here can you sit on some other table”? She simpers and glances around but all tables were occupied so she asked coquettishly, “Can I share your table for few minute”. I said, “ya sure, it’s my pleasure”. Although I feel distressing in front of classy and comely girls but I want to sit with them. I had no idea what I should say at that moment but I collect my courage and said your fish shaped earing is mind-blowing. Is it she said and asked,” What you do”? I feel vulnerable when someone asked this question still I answered,” I study in IISER-Kolkata. She frowned and fires a lot of queer questions like what is this, where is it and many more. After my irrational answer finally she asked,” How is it different from BSc. ”IISER’s course structure is different and it teaches integrated approach of science”, I said. “Can you explain integrated approach with some example”, she said. </span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> In BSc. Exam Question comes….. </span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">What is your name? (10 Marks)
But In IISER’s exam Question comes….</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">What is your name? Design a control experiment which can prove ‘your name’? Write Hamiltonian for your name and deduce ɸ function for it. Write a chemical reaction which will give ‘your name’ in one step. Integrate ‘your name’ with the help of contour integration. Write a python program which will give number of vowels and consonants in ‘your name’. Prove ‘your name’ is known from Precambrian era. (0.25 + 0.5 +0.5 +0.5 +1 +0.5 +0.25 Marks). </span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> After hearing all this jargon she didn’t ask a single question about IISER but we discussed another 15-20 minute about Humid Kolkata. She was ready to leave so I spell out my number avoiding the probability of being embarrassed, alas! she still left me in awe and a bit of embarrassment……all i can recollect is the cute wink and her heart shattering words “ Am poor in science and by choice”. Thus ladies and gentlemen, was discovered</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></i>“<b>THE IISER EFFECT</b>”.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><i>I am avid reader of Times of India since my 1st year of college life, sometimes I don’t pick my girlfriend’s call while reading a Chetan Bhagat article in the editorial page of TOI. Even the first application Installed on my newly brought feature rich Samsung Android phone was TOI. Though I don’t like Kolkata based obese and dusky model, still I glance Kolkata Times every day. So there news contents and correspondence are proverbial for me at least for Kolkata issue. I didn’t abdicate my faith on TOI even after losing the battle of filthy brand war with Hindu. </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-style: italic;">It is a misanthropic statement but someone has to say that TOI has become rape newspaper. I have been seeing rape news on the front page of TOI since last 10-12 days. Now police are able to crack 7-8 months old rape cases. There are various explanations for this but the simple one which come in my mind is one high profile rape case. Why do media, police and government awake up when high profile comes? Why do we middle class have to wait always almost for everything? I couldn’t answer these questions but I need answers. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-style: italic;">According to NCRB (National Crime Records Bureau) the crime rate of rape has been decreased by 10 % compare to last 2 year but TOI is unearthing it like only rape is occurring around us. There are reasons why I am writing all this bullshit, our hostel groovy gossips has inclined on rape cases. Some of my friends are researching on different methods of rape, after research they come up with new idea of rape. It is unintendedly influencing our acumen. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-style: italic;">Please don’t subjugate yourself on the basis of ungrounded argument ‘freedom of press’. Actually, the constitution of India does not specifically mention the freedom of press. Freedom of press is implied from the Article 19(1)(a) of the Constitution. But there are some restrictions that are provide under the Article 19(2) of the Constitution. But editor sir had forgotten article 19(2) in the era of commercialization. Please put some respect at least for constitution of India.</span></div>
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<i>Last week, I was feeling little dismal so I decided to call my friend Alka. I called her but she didn’t pick up as usual and she called me back after 10 minute as usual. I didn’t ask about call because I knew she will explain it in nitty-gritty form. I asked casually to just start the conversation, “How was your Valentine day”. It’s a standard question which I ask to every girl in expectation of some kooky answer. But her answer compelled my inside to ponder over guy’s mentality and real meaning of ‘I love you’.
“Ah! Valentine’s Day fever is still on, for god‘s sake please put off this question for next year. I was sick of seeing heart shaped things and red color things everywhere. Even dessert comes in heart shape, brown chocolate become red how commercial! I had stopped reading the newspapers, magazines and even your blog a week before the gush-fest only because commerciality of love. Last year my ex-boyfriend had gifted me heart-shaped mouth freshener then I had said that transfer your head in heart shape. Thank god, Condom companies doesn’t sell condom in heart shape packet. I find this array of love depressing. I abhor the idea that love has to be celebrated on particular day. Seems like farce. In my teenage I didn’t feel same way. Those days’ heart shaped and red color things turned me on and I avidly welcomed these things but now I hate these flaunting” she babbled. “I get it you want to say you have grown up” I quipped to subjugate her.
“I know you are thinking I am cynical but actually I am not. I am hostile to the “L” word. I prefer the other L word. L-U-S-T…it’s more pure, isn’t it? Let me explain. When you guys says I love you what it mean. The meaning is simple I want to get into your pants and it is absolutely cool. Lust is lust; it doesn’t disguise itself to make it acceptable. It is pure, unadulterated and can’t be faked like love. Lust has never broken any hearts. It has no side effect except joy” she lashed out. After that I had no guts left to enquire any further on this taboo topic. Then we discussed on Eurozone crisis and at the end she said that “on 14th February I was delivered a bouquet of pink roses. It is the color of friendship, so I am accepting it because no matter what, we shall always remain friends. “Love you, buddy.</i>
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This is the time when the whole world celebrates love except some dogmatic supporters of RSS, Shiv Sena and SIMI (Students Islamic Movement of India). Anyway we can ignore them, can’t we? This is the only issue which gives them podium to flaunt their feckless power, but this isn’t the appropriate time to discuss the filthy politics.
It’s time for exchanging heartfelt greetings of love, affection and ecstasy and a rejoicing time to spend with ones you love. Shit! How can I forget 70 percent of Indian male between ages 20-25 are single like me but don’t worry you can also delight in this week, only you have to follow certain steps.<br />
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<b>Here we go.</b>
Remember all your infatuation and select most stunning single chick among them. That will be your target.<br />
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<b>7 Feb- Rose Day</b>
Buy 12 or 24 beautiful red rose bunch in heart shape from local shop or you can order from Valentinesday.indiangiftsportal.com or Floraindia.com and write a sweet note on a red paper with some romantic quotation, sent it to your target. Of course she will like it and she will think you are expressing your love with flowers because ‘it best way to express your love to your beloved.’<br />
<b>8 Feb- Propose Day</b>
You have done enough on 7 for feeling. Today you have to lose your wallet and buy pretty penny gift and profess her to your lady. If she accepts your proposal, then gift her commitment ring as well in true Bollywood style. After that she will be all yours. All the best!<br />
<b>9 Feb- Chocolate Day </b>
Being in a relationship means you need to be nice and sweet with your gal. What better than to start your date with lots of chocolates, whose sweetness will increase the charm in your relation. I assure you!<br />
<b>10 Feb- Teddy Day </b>
Teddy bears are always cute and they are loved by all lovey-dovey couples. Don’t forget to pamper your target with a soft toy. Girls cuddle the teddy if they miss us in hours of loneliness.<br />
<b>11 Feb- Promise Day</b>
Love and relationship brings lots of commitments and promises. Don’t try to escape from all those promises and come clear on fulfilling them for it boosts the emotional bond between the couples. So make some promises which keep yours' girl happy.<br />
<b>12 Feb- Kiss Day</b>
KISS-from Guys point of view this is the only romantic thing of relationship. Now comes the ‘Kiss’ Day on the 5th day of Valentine week. Plant a kiss on those luscious lips and claim your love. Don’t forget to eat some mouth-freshener!<br />
<b>13 Feb- Hug Day</b>
Celebrate the comfort of each other’s warmth by a big hug. Show to your partner that you love, care and have affection for her. Hug like a “made for each other” couple.<br />
<b>14 Feb- Valentine Day</b>
Oh, most romantic day of the year has come. Hold your partners’ hand passionately and just look into her enticing eyes and try to read it, if she is saying that she will be all yours forever and after then you are the luckiest man on the planet. I don’t think I should suggest further.
Happy Valentine Day!</div>
khusnudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02660122952065207528noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856311408337698266.post-13898214521453857562012-01-31T17:06:00.000+05:302012-01-31T17:13:08.313+05:30शायर गुनगुना रहा था---------In Class nine i had written these lines......
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कोई शायर गुनगुनाता हुआ,अपने प्रेयसी की खोज में,इन पत्थरों से, इन वृक्षों से उसका पता पूछता है। ये हवाएँ,जो तटोँ पर अपने बहाव का मिजाज बना रही है। वादों और इरादों की कोई जगह नहीं। न पाबंदी न कोई शर्त। जिंदगी की रफ्तार से गुफ्तगु करती हुई। अपनी क्षमता को निरंतर छिलती हुई। निरंतर किसी अन्वेषण की चिराकांक्षा। जीवन कोई कविता नहीं, कोई कहानी नहीं,वो जिस्म और रूह का कतरा-कतरा, जर्द-जर्द पिघलते हुए, संघर्ष की अंतिम पूर्णाहुति है। प्रकृति की निश्छलता अपनी ध्वनि के साथ अहर्निश गति में शायर फिर गुनगुनाता है। कुछ छूटे हुए शब्दों की तलाश है,कुछ टूटे हुए वादों की कसक, बिना इंतजार किसी ‘फासलें बहार‘ का। अपने जीवन के सत्य को पूर्ण करने के लिए,अपने अधूरेपन को पूर्ण करने के लिए,दिशाओं की खाक छानता, जिज्ञासा व आश्चर्य के उच्छल तरंगों से घिरा। चिंतन व क्रिया की संधि पर समय का सेतु लिख रहा था। शायर गुनगुना रहा था-----
दर्द की बारिकयाँ थीं, अनुभूति के रेशेदार छल्ले पर सृजन के दंभ की उद्घोषणा कर रहा था। पगडंडियों से उठती हुई,धूल की कहानियाँ,उसके मानस में स्वभाविक विकास का उत्थान कर रही थी,सत्य के कुछ टुकड़े बिखरे हुए थे। समय की हलक में दर्द चुभता था। प्रेयसी की स्मृति,उसके नयनों को, उसकी आदतों को,उसकी जरूरतों को कातर बना रही थी। नम आखों से वैश्विक उत्कर्ष की माँग कर रहा था। वह कर्त्तव्यों के साथ खड़ा हुआ अपने शिविर में जा रहा था, शायर गुनगुना रहा था।
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HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY……<br />
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Since my infant I am a patriotic kind of chap. In my childhood, I celebrated Republic Day and Independence Day as a festival. I still remember my ecstasy for these days when I woke up at 4 A.M and without disturbing my mom I polished my shoes with special powder charcoal solution. I took bath with cold water on that chilly and serene morning and I wore my new white shirt and blue shorts. I kept Tiranga in my hand all day which gave me vehement feeling for my India. I extolled songs like “Mere desh ki dharti sona ugle ugle here moti” and I savored with Bengali confectioners’ Jalebi. <br />
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In my early age, I believed that India is the eminent and prosperous country and it provide a multicultural, multi-linguistic and multi-religious environment for 1 billion people. My civics teacher used to say that ‘India is the world's most populous democracy and parliamentary republic with multi-party system.’ Since then the word ‘republic’ has actualized deep impact on my emotional brain. But now my conjecture about India has been completely wiped out, only the reliance of word republic has been left with my emotional quotient.</div>
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khusnudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02660122952065207528noreply@blogger.com1Kolkata, West Bengal, India22.572646 88.36389499999995722.358632999999998 88.21019899999996 22.786659 88.517590999999953tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856311408337698266.post-42310321808895155632012-01-15T01:08:00.000+05:302012-01-29T00:47:15.606+05:30Lost InspirationI had a nebulous idea that 'it will end one day', but I had never thought what I will do after that. Anyways, it has fallen apart. What next? I have no source of inspiration now, should I try to find out something or wait for you. <br />
We have argued many times and resolved the strife by long conversation. This time we had no matter of contention, so what is the problem? Either you say or I will wait for God’s message. Is it fair that you are ignoring my 10 calls and 2-3 mails a day since last 29 days and 8 hours? <br />
I came to Delhi to meet you and I waited in Barista near Botanical garden metro station for 4 hours with your favorite Chocolate Doughnut and Espresso Italiano but you didn’t show up. This was prescheduled meeting and I even messaged you, “I am waiting in Barista” which is 10 min walking distance from your new Noida sector 18 flat still you didn’t come. You can’t say you didn’t see my message because after that I changed my Facebook status relationship to single and you messaged within one minute “all boys are same”. You keep a watch on me but ignore my calls, messages and mail just to intrigue me. <br />
I have not discussed any contemporary social and economic topic with anyone since you started to ignore me. My verdant college campus is full with crap word like VSRP, DAAD, JACS, NATURE, project, seminar the list goes long which never fascinated me. Some geeks and nerds get orgasm just after thinking about these words. I don’t want to be like them but the milieu is nagging me to be such a dork. This is my last message to you. Come back in my life or at least just say you are never going to come. You have 2 hours to decide before I start finding my new inspiration……
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khusnudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02660122952065207528noreply@blogger.com0Kolkata48.166085583670835 -27.50976600000001318.777222583670834 -87.275391000000013 77.554948583670836 32.255858999999987tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856311408337698266.post-19169777875289223612011-12-14T16:00:00.000+05:302012-01-30T16:43:43.239+05:30Why I love her…becz Indian Education system sucks!It was daunting Monsoon night, rain was splashing on the road, the rumble of distant thunder was frightening me, beetles’ drone and frogs’ croak were on full swing and as usual I was busy browsing news sites. “Pick up the phone darling” my ringtone chimed once and stopped. It was a miss call. I was busy with Rahul Gandhi’ Mahapanchayat news articles so I didn’t care for the call. After a minute my cellphone beeped and my attention wavered. I opened inbox, the text was same as my ringtone “Pick up the phone darling” “That must be my Shipra” I thought. “Shipra is my girlfriend, a girl with average intelligence and excellent aptitude and she keeps a watch on every social issue and feels as if she is directly involved with it”. I still remember an incident at Delhi’s Jama masjid when she gave all her food which she bought from the ‘Al-Karim’ one of the best non-veg restaurant in Asia, to a street beggar without any hesitation. I have deep respect for her dedicated social awareness. She looks stunning with her sharp big eyes, perfectly drafted nose, flawless bright pink lips and milky white complexion. I texted back, “hey don’t play with me babu”…….after 2 minutes I received another text “who is babu”? This question clogged my mind because she had never asked a question like this, which means it was definitely someone else. I thought the same as any other boy would have had ‘this must be a girl’ and called back, coquettishly a girl replied, “Is this Khus?”. “Ya…, speaking, who are you?” I asked. “Is this necessary to know the name for starting the conversation”, she said in naughty voice. Girls wield more power than God in enticing mankind. “No, not at all” I said in hesitant manner. “What will you do in future?” she asked casually. She threw a storm on me because on the same topic I was thinking since a month. My mind babbled from inside on her question ‘how it could be possible that she know my inside inquisition’. “I will play with a hot chicks’ heart” I quipped. She laughed like an innocent child and said “you must be kidding”. “Do you know there is nothing worse than loving someone who is never going to stop disappointing you”, she said annoyingly. “Someone must have disowned you”, I murmured. She became quite and I realized that this is a taboo topic for her so I tried to change the topic by asking about her boyfriend. I interrupted the silence and asked, “Do you have a boyfriend”. “No, I don’t”, she responded. “You are avoiding the real question, aren’t you?” She subjugated me. “Seriously, I have no idea what I will do in future but I will try to reform Indian education system. Do you know 350 million-plus people lack access to decent primary education in India and this is the root of corruption, huge population, Naxalism, harsh ritualism? The various articles in the Indian Constitution provide for education as a fundamental right but the 2001 national Census of India estimated the total number of child labor, aged 5-14, to be at 12.6 million so my conscience persuades me to revive these flaws”, I babbled. “Many people think to do so in their early days but later they entangle with their career and family and never get time to think about this”, she lashed out. “How can I forget the pain and humiliation which this fucking education system has given to me? I was forced to mug up the facts without understanding since my childhood because of worthless teachers. I fed up with rat race and creepy grading system which creates immense pressure on student. This must be improved and I will do it”, I said quickly. “I wish I could help you in this noble deed but I can’t and remember one thing in life everyone seems to have a clear idea how other people should lead their lives but none about his or her own”, she said in graceful voice and disconnected the phone. I was thrilled and a beep sound buzzed in my ear for some time. I called back three times on that number but she didn’t pick up. After that I became stupor so I shut down my laptop and switched off the light. I tried to sleep but slumber was miles away that night so I thought I should discuss it with Alok- my secret keeper and best buddy in college, an idle genius and a Philomath. I went to his room and called him outside. We discussed about the call whole night and got rid of every possibility. So absorbed were we, that we didn’t realize it was 5 A.M already and the raucous rain and ferocious storm had stopped. The supremacy of gloom had been covered with glorious morning and atmosphere had become serene. We decided to take a nap before the 10 A.M class, he lit the cigarette and I went for slumber. “Pick up the phone darling” my ringtone chimed, I glanced my cell it showed “Babu Calling”. I received the call and said in sleepy voice “Hi darling, when did you come from home. “I have just reached the hostel”, she answered. “Its 9 A.M baba you have class at 10 A.M and you are still sleeping”, she screamed. “I couldn’t sleep properly last night because a girl called and interrogated about my future and after that I spent whole night discussing about her with Alok”, I said. She laughed and said, “She was my friend Pooja and I told her to keep you busy last night so that you couldn’t think about me because it hurts you and I couldn’t talk to you that time. I wish I will be with you when you feel low or sad”. “You are crazy”, I only could say this. “Ok baba I am mad, crazy, insane and lunatic, now you zip your lip and get dressed as soon as possible and don’t wear red t-shirt otherwise your friends will make fun on you because of LAL titled girl in your class…love u” she said affectionately and disconnected the phone.
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I thought I should leave this place then I saw a pinky girl and again thought I should stay for some time. The girl! Her white t-shirt hung down from a shoulder and showed a strap-pink. Her t-shirt spelled out-Sugar in pink. There was perfect color harmony. Earrings and shoes. Shoes and bangles. Bangles and hair color. Her skin fit jeans and handbag. There were some twenty shades of pink on her. She even smelled pink. She had considerable curves, add few inches, make her a decade older and she would look a perfect porn star. Generally girls with these things look sluttish and sexy but she was just cute. She had sat alone with just some red drink I reached near her and asked what is your name? She looked me top to bottom and replied I am not going out with you. I smiled and said I don’t want to go out with you. She laughed and said really. Yeah, really i am not that kind of boy I said. So, what kind of boy are you she told me while looking inside my eyes. I replied nothing then she asked me what you do? I replied hesitantly I study in Indian Institute of science education and research (IISER), she took a deep breath and said what? I again repeated Indian……..she smiled and said you must be kidding. Now I became confident and said seriously I study in Indian……she said but you don’t look like that type. You look like some Contractor or MLA’s son. What are you doing in this party? I was on upside so I asked to her why a contractor son can’t study in IISER? She replied, generally this type of children never study and finally ended with institute like IIPM, Sikkim manipal University or M.B.A form some unrecognized foreign University. She then said leave this topic, tell me what drink you like Mr. Intelligent? I replied shamefully I don’t drink, after heard this she was speechless but she recognized my shame and said with some fake smile even I drink occasionally. One of my childhood best friend came near to us, he was fully drunk and told her he is khus my best friend so take care of him and then he left. She then asked me Khus how many girlfriends you have? I lied to her I don’t have girlfriend. Hey god, what you have done other than study tell me she pleaded sweetly? I told to her even I don’t study, she replied back all studious boys like you tell the same. I asked her what you do. I am doing M.B.B.S from Kathmandu Medical College. I appreciated her you are doing great she stopped me in middle and told me dear my father gave 30 lakh donation for my admission, I didn’t clear IIT-JEE like you, so you are very intelligent than me. Then I stopped her and told her leave these things tell me do you have boyfriend? She said I had three boyfriends but now I am single. She told me sweetly but why you are asking this question? I replied just because you asked me about girlfriends, she smiled and said you are lying. I said with fake irritation how can you say that? She replied with little smile a girl with pouted lips, sharp feature, sexy eyes and gorgeous legs are talking to you from half an hour and you are asking about her boyfriend just because she asked you about your girlfriends…if you are normal then is this not a lie? I felt little ashamed but counter attacked on her why you asked me about my girlfriend she replied pleasantly because you are intelligent good looking and single in this party. I thought in my mind this place is really not for me? She then asked me how many good friends you have. I replied I talk to many people but hardly think any of them considered me a friend except a couple. Now it was time for big storm she asked me do you like sex? Without my answer she said me sex could kill you. Do you know what the human body goes through when you have sex? Pupils dilate, arteries constrict, core temperature rises, heart races, blood pressure skyrockets, respiration became rapid and shallow, the brain fires bursts of electric impulses from nowhere to nowhere, secretions spit out of every gland, and the muscles tense and spasm like you are lifting three times your body weight, its violent, its ugly and messy. And if God haven’t made it unbelievably fun the human race would have died out eon’s ego. Men are lucky they can only have one orgasm. You know that women can have an hour long orgasm? After such long speech on sex she held my hand and came near to me before I could do anything her pouted lips was in my mouth. After 30 second we both realized we are in public. Then she left my lips or could say I left her lips and hugged me and murmured in my ear I am Nitu the girl with whom you made your first kiss in lower kindergarten. Call me some time my number is in your pocket and she drop a piece of paper in my back jeans pocket and left the party.
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