Happy New Year' 2014.....

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Hola!!! Hola!!! Hola!!! Happy New year everyone. Quite an amazing time, a new sun, a new morning and the fresh air. A fresh year to start. What more can one want. It's the time to clean the slate and start afresh. The oppurtunities starting to come again. The time when you can take resolution and make promises (No matter you can deliver or not) but still that's what we do. A crispy time to look out for the coming time, what distant future beholds for us. New relationships, mendig broken ones. Time to forgive and forget and forge new friendships. Make the new year anything but better than the past year. Let happiness ring your door.

So I guess evryone has plans. But don't just celebrate the first day itself. Celebrate the whole year, te new cycle of emotions and joy that has started to usher new new possibilities again. Watch movies; there are really good movies that are coming. I personally am looking for movies like August-Osage County, 12 years a slave, Gunday, Jagga Jasoos(from Bollywood) and Jatishwar (from Tollywood).  Or you can sing yourself to the new year. Beyonce is out with an earfull (and eyefull) of music that I wish to catch. Eat Party and ENJOY... But don't let it go like the year went.

There are obviously some things we all gonna miss. Like Sachin, Madiba by me personally. But there are also some interesting drop-outs that I am ginna enjoy. Like Bieber is out of music (my ears says thank you) and Uday Chopra from films (my eyes says thank you). But anyways it's your wish and choice. This yar is going to be a serious one for politics and sports as we are going to see some altercations that can really shake those grounds. And also technology just got smarter and easy living just got easier, thanks to some cool gadgets. For me Google Glass stood out.

Anyways have a blast... Enjoy to the fullest. Make 2014 the year to remember. To the new year... Eat drink party.... Hic!!! Hic!! Hurray....

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Nirbhaya Divas-The Day India stood still

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The black day has arrived once again. However we may not want it. However we try to forget it try to cover up with amenities, the dipping chill, and the oncoming celebrations nothing; nothing covers up the fact that on this day humanity bowed out of society after being ruthlessly kicked and the India woke up to a black day although the sky was clear. India lost its innocence. The trial has ended and justice has been served. But has the circumstances has never been just. The helpless father was quoted today in a leading daily as “our tears have not dried.” And how can they be? Like a captain who has won a far fledged war raged against him only after losing his beloved army.

The question is what did we learn from it? As the season of celebration approaches us we bring out our merry side to be a part of the fall but the fall in the character of the beings (Human or not) really makes one curious as to what are the possibility of recovery when the process is this slow. The count of complaints against such actions must have gone up. The speedy trials ensure that there is still hope lingering somewhere like a silver lining. But the number of cases, be it molestations, rape or lewd actions whatever suits you; I personally call all of them outrage of modesty; has not lessened rather has an encouraging increase, sticking the silver lining to a far-fetched cloud. One only hopes a new day may bring a new conscience. The papers did no less in bringing out the news in all forms and formats available, kudos to that. But what really makes this heinous crime seep into the deep crevices of humanity even after the punishment being so close to a capital one. God knows. Maybe it’s the hormones, but that would simply imply that all men have carnal characteristics and they can’t keep their feelings inside their er… pants!!!

But I can only hope we keep being alert and move with awareness. And if you can, try to think about the girl and what happened to the tormentors. There is still judiciary in this country. On this note, I have previously written an article bearing the same topic and theme. The site URL is pasted here. Do visit.

http://indra765.blogspot.in/2013/06/riroh-unfortunate.html

It has a poem etched by me. The post is named RIR! Oh unfortunate. Yes, RIR and not RIP. Because peace we can’t afford. But just Respect. Wish she rests in respect. Amen to that.

Quest for UTOPIA....

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 Why do we need another state, country or atmosphere; leave aside a perfect place? Why? do you ask....The newspapers spews acid attacks on the waking citizens and the news channels only shows shows that only causes symptoms of heart attacks for the people who chose independence for the dictatorship 67 years ago. Yet we are to secure a firm land of  democracy that would ensure a bright and fair morning each day. Well  grievances of the common man are always the salt of life but to wake up each day to rapes murders and infidelity!!! shocking to disgusting to boring....

 Well the rat race just ended and it seems the government is about to topple. But let's not talk about that right. I heard you get imprisonment upto two years for pointing a stain in the white shirt. So much for my voter card er... PAN card, sorry... Aadhar card... umm how many card does democracy and rights come in by the way?!! And that a new government can bring changes are he bleak hopes of the people who have to think about evenings spice while buying the morning salt (Salt just imagine the rumours of them being unavailable...huh) and to top that all Hon'ble Parliament comes witha  rule that makes Gay marriage illegal and beyond the 'act of nature'. That makes the gay people criminals right. I mean what it doesn't wander between the four lobes in my brains,where in the name of the puking(PUN intended...huh) morality does government find time to look into what a man/woman does in his/her bedroom. Or as a matter of fact who he does; when rapists get overnight bail and millions are getting squandered in the name of public works. Jan'HIT'kari you say. Thank GOD!! Sonia Gandhi opened her mouth. No one from Trinamul open their mouth. NaMo sir didn't open his Twitter account. It's ok that legality doesn't gives us this luxury of democratic consent, but common sense... et tu Brute!!! #RIPdemocracy

  Oh! and since I am still writing... on this topic let me give you another hint of why I chose to write about this sudden quest. Not only the anti-same sex marriage law is back there is also another aw that is back in a neighbour hood country. Afganistan just re-introduced the once  Taliban monopolised punishment of  death by throwing stones for two people falling in love before love and different caste love or marriage. America sends periodical drones to abolish terrorism in areas. What about some awareness, Uncle Sam...
Well here I have some lines, a piece of my own. Hope it captures the essence.. It's called 'Utopian state of mind'

Oh! How can I live in this nation;
well nothing is perfect,but, that tends imperfection!!!
How can I live where mothers are disgraced;
it's better to die with happiness embraced.
How I wish to live this hatred behind.
To give colours to my utopian state of mind.
For this is not the life I tried;
this is not the truth I cried.
Once ventured by democracy;
 Now disparity pried.

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'APPY CHILDREN's DAY.............

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Tall, Fat, short, black, white, crying, laughing, silly, serious, cool, hot, runner, walker, sitter, bitter, sweet, they are everything and they have one thing common. They are all big dreamers. They know no boundaries and word is yet to become their oyster. These little precious things don't know economics neither the oil crisis and they are not afraid to be themselves.

The boy in the silk kurta who is going to a party to the small girl who washes clothes at someone's house. The girl who is celebrating her 6th or 7th birthday probably has the same dreams and wishes as the 9 years old boy that delivered the peper to her house. Yes the financial background differs in this country so much so that while one grows up to be someone who fulfills the dreams while another in the same geopgraphic demarcations grows up knowing that it's sin to dream about some things in life. But yet these children never cease to dream. Their first demand is exhibited by crying and slowly other forms develope in them. While they think of what they want they know not of what they need. It's pretty exhilarating to watch them trying to beat the odds and make way for themselves I the world they have no idea of how big it is. Not as if we can do something even though we face the reality!!?

The government is coming up with more and more plans to secure the future of the children but are the enforcers really enforcing them? While young boys are constantly driven out of the house, deprived of education to provide for the two square meals young girls help their mother to meet the financial burden of the world even before they can spell finance. And there are social evils that simply stick to the society like a bad stain that need several washes in an expensive suit. The abuse, both physically and mentally are a great tormentor of child psycology and need really more specific attention. I guess till then no day is children's day. Because if one bites on a burger to celebrate or dances in a school party to celebrate this day while in the same part of the state or country another juvenile is forced to work on a mine or quarry for food or is taught to assemble a gun then where is the essence of the spirit shown by the great leaderwhile amalgaming his name with such an auspicious day... I guess you can't  avoid some questions.

By the way do check out today's google doodle. It's really nice. Gayatri Ketharaman, you really made us proud. A very Happy Children's Day to all the kids. Also every one who are not kids per se but mentally they cease to be adults. Yeah including me. SO enjoy this day.

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Am Not Afraid......

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Eminem has been real slick with his words and as arapper his real job was to play with words, bring out the potential meaning of words that has lingered too long in the dictionary without being used properly, being held hostage by it's traditional meaning. But his single from the last album, Not Afraid is quite apt, in my mind keeping up with the recent conditions and traditions of the society. After isn't the daily norm of the life that we be afraid of something. That fear be imbibed in our everyday chore like the air we breathe in or the water we turn freaquently turn to quench our thirst. I know you might have thought that a recent happening might have caused a spur of thoughts in me and that's why this topic. Let me explain...

We all know this is a democratic country. we can speak the shit out of ourselves, vote and all that bullshit but wait!! and think for a moment what does that all lead. Before being the independent and democratic country it is now; we weren't allowed to freedom of speech; per se. But after we aquired that freedom, what difference have we made. Yeah of course that RTI and all that but if we look closer, did it actually help us come to the point. Or was it just a tool to go places that was otherwise off limits. Todays nation provides so many voices, platforms to spea that we are losing the main motto. The proper speech. There is chaos everywhere. We all wanna speak so we make up words. Facebook Twitter and what not. Even as i write I am voicing my thoughts in this blog I don't care who wants to hear as long as someone is there to hear about it. So where does it take us? And is it effective?

Last day India shook the blasts at the Modi Rally that took a massive death toll. All Modi wanted to do was speak. If politics is taking you that farr to where the main reason becomes extinct, we should think about speaking once again.Words onec escaped donot come back and when it comes it hurts. But how many of us think that and speak. How many of us are sure they are not biased to one or the other option when they judge talk or discuss the topic, criticize one action or merely states the facts.

Yes you'll surely and probably hung up the post(if given that you have come till here) thinking that I have gone loco (some says I always was). That the fear of life, insult and injury makes us pick a side. But how long till we can say enough is enough? When can we stand up and speak and fear not the handcuffs or head blown away?Till how long can we make sure that it is right, to voice our opinion solelyy based on what we think it is right or wrong not What our boss thinks it is? ANd accept criticism like hot soup not cold porridge.

AM a douche bag right? Well, Maybe. But Am not afraid....

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Book dissection-The Lowland

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With a strong hierarchy of famous literary awards in the kitty, Jhumpa Lahiri the NRI scholar brings to us yet another novel based on her country (Hope I am not overdoing it). The Lowland, termed as yet another of her immigration-novel, a media produced genre, it is a tale of a country ravaged wit revolution, a tale of a family set apart by love and a tale of two brothers Who lived and died only to live through one another. the stories (plural keeping in rythm with how the author chose to pen it)are interwined with emotions, dichotomy, serendipity and love. But over all a sense of nostalgia hovers from cover to cover as you approach each page; it's like you would almost take sides with a character, connect with it.

One of the critics of the book, Amy Tan very aptly puts it down,"The kind of writer who makes you want to grab the next person you see and say 'Read This'."
While New York Times sums up as "A writer of uncommon elegance and poise."
And indeed it is so. The recipent of Pulitzer Prize, a PEN/ Hemmingway Award and other accolades cross country, Lahiri has hit a note with her fourth novel, instinctively based on Kolkata (Well atleast dwelled on it for most part) and her novel had been longlisted for the Man booker Prize 2013. Although Eleanor Catton went on to grab the prize, you don'tmiss the  read and grab acopy of this absolutely delightful tale of thelives of some of the individuals conected through a common link.

Although I would hate to shre the storyline of the book a brief scope, I hope would no one dislike. It is the story of two brothers Subhas and Udayan who live at Tollygunge, Kolkata and spend their times of childhood and Teenage untill the Naxalite revolution dissects their path and snatches one from another. Wel reasearched histry provides enough fodder for an engaging read and the mix of appropiate fiction ensures we are not reading a chapter from the history book. Overall this is a novel one shouldn't give a miss. Keep engaged

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Huh!!! It's RIDICULOUS.............

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Today i am going to talk about the ridiculous things hat have captured my attention not for being different but the choice that it makes of being quirky, funny, hilarious. Ridiculous. Let's see what topped my list of Ridiculous this recent and check out whether you too think the same.

The sudden gold rush triggered by the dreams of  one Swami Shobhan Sarkar that lead to a hasty tweet by Modi and a more hastier  qualm of forgiveness is all beyond my legion. Why this Kolaveri Di? if one may ask then simply the fascination of India with unnatural or supernatural(James and Dean anyone?!!!) beings coupled with this recession market stocking up debt in stock markets have usurped this frenzy. If any gold is to be found, God knows how much will the really deserving the really hungry and thirsty people will get. Modiji might have bit his own foot by  letting his tongue loose on the canvas of 140 words but we say and I quote Facebook....'LIKE'. This whole sham scam that is glittering in the eyes of the likes of politicians and high placed nationals might just not be gold. But who stops and thinks these days other than Suhel Seth.  ASI today confirmed it has more to do with historic reasons than glittering pellets. We confirm RIDICULOUS.

Recently I came to know on a piece on coffee that Africa produces the most costliest coffee on earth and it is a type of black coffee (Yeah like something different was expected...Sorry, scratch that; no racism) But how do they do that. Well The process of collecting the Beans is  well..er... different. They collect the seeds of coffee from the dung of the elephants who had served themselves the whole plant. I don't know whether the making or the people buying or consuming it is more conforming to our today's theme.

Let's jog down to Bollywood for a change and we will get a fresh new choice for ridiculous. he was the brightest star in the horizon of  brand new Bollywood. He created spark among all his fans with his movies. His perks were as lovable as his smile. His acting made him a frenzy all over India and if that was not enough  a whole family outing on the silver screen was  supposed to be a screen scorcher and almost everyone who watched films awaited for such a project where he bares it all and gives his in and out. High expectations aired on the man. And all of a sudden Ranbir Kapoor goes and  signs Besharam. And Ridiculous never had the same meaning ever.

Today's t2, The Telegraph at Kolkata features some banned books that have generated controversy in one or other part of the world for their content and some names really made me shout out the word. but I will let you do the honours. So here are few names that are banned. Alice's Adventure in Wonderland in China, Black Beauty was banned in Africa till 1994 and The wonderful wizard of Oz in Tennessee. Did I almost hear you say 'READ-e-Culous'

There are several things more that I would have shared that seem more ridiculous to me than snake's bones about film and television about politics, the government about our prime minister but then my carreer would have ended even before it starts. So for now this is it. Hope you have some more facts that yiou would like to share. Bonjour...

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Subho BIJAYA!!!!!!!!!!

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 After the much awaited shower of celebration of the biggest and grandest event of Bengal, perhaps the most in terms of grandeur after the big fat wedding in a Bengali community; the festivities go on a hibernation and we return to normal life. Finding monotonicity (is there such a word even?!!!) or mundane in life isn't hard. The normalcy brings non-uniform chaos back. The  heart longs for the festivities to continue but reality... et tu...Brute... The perspiration of months, labour of thousands and awe of perhaps lakhs of people captured through the lens of seven days immersed in water; maintaining the true tradition. Taking into  account the transportation cost for ferrying passengers from one place to another during these days, the puja industry is a billion dollar business. An estimated flow of 200 crores of rupees, the majestic welcome ceremony of the most holistic hero (let's not be gender sensitive now, shall we?) perhaps puts to shame the Vikings returning from a raid or a Greco-Roman welcoming ceremony of their bountiful chieftains.

So much is the fervour that neither the rains could dampen the moods nor the deaths of several hundreds of villagers in the adjacent city due to  flood captured a brief moment of silence. We strived through waves of people to face the deity and admire the brains and sweat of the management; while thousands on the other side of the light climbed high rocks to save their lives. But lets not get into that and dampen the after-taste of the Pujas. The city lighted up and here I am not just talking about Kolkata (Which many outsider think is the only place in Bengal!!!) but the whole of Bengal. Foods were not just eating but indulging and everyone was pocket happy regardless of incidents that shook the world or the homes of near and far. While some chose to go pandal hopping with loved ones, some chose to give adda with the friends. Huh! the effervescent Bengali.

New thoughts were made on several cases regarding the celebrations; like crowd control which spilled from here to there, last year; and this year also. The preservation of the most unique, elaborate or nicely themed and organised Puja is in talks. Oh! And while we are on the topic, did you check Badamtal Puja committee's Puja these year. Today's The Telegraph has a picture and an article on it. Nicely done theme of 'DREAM'. Awesome sculpting, I must say. Some organizers gave free clothes to the needy some homes to street children while few visited old-aged homes to distribute sweets. That's the spirit I cheer to. If this be the celebration of light let every home be lightened, if this be the celebration of happiness let every face have a drop of happiness hanging from their face.

After all defeating all the odds to come to a sustained and peaceful life where everyone existed in harmony was the motto of the Goddess we dedicate our prayer to then winning the hearts of few people through brightly lit pandals should not be the aim. Neither winning prizes be our main goals. But winning the hearts and smiles of those unprivileged by fate or society is showing the true honour of the eternal Mother. Ma Durga. That's when we can embrace each other and say we have conquered all evils; foreign or domestic. That's when we can say Subho Bijaya.

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The Same Story-All over again

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It has been two months since  graduated from the college. The result, henceforth the degree wasn't what you call with flying colours but they are not writhing on the surface of the face. But the fact, that I am still unemployed doesn't keep rest in the head and neither takes rest from bugging inside me. And the fact that the surrounding is getting progressive day to day doesn't much to the diminishing law of effect. Yes I ask in the dark of the night; what have I achieved? What was achieved; and barring people who have been always good what have the others, my fiends and acquaintances, have achieved?

Yet here I am at the break of a new day, waiting for opportunities to lay up to my door step. Hoping to bag one. And y mind chuckles. As if to say,"You know you ain't gonna do one like that." I shut him up. Stupid brains and the realities. I have passed 23 springs on this planet and frankly speaking i have many complains.Or do I search for something to rant about to hide my un-achieved dreams...? tough lines. Thin lines that separate such diverse areas of psychology. Blurred lines.

But I guess I will move on. After all, ain't the sun gonna come up tomorrow?

After all unemployed engineers we are...Right.

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Education and the MYTHS......

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First a chair then a broken handle from the sofa. Then a pot with the tree as the handle. And finally the lees of anger finally oozed out as a computer came crashing. By then the other comrades of this vandalism had done their needful and finally, the police, supposed to do something (all forgot what...) showed some movement and they were actually trying to save the gheraoed terrified creatures that were, once in a blue moon, called teachers.(One among them was also called Principal.... Students in years to come may have a hard time placing the crown of respect on these people.) Anyways the police finally remember they have a duty and so they shake a leg, rescues the already dying poor creatures from the dead tired party of over enthusiasts, mostly parents (how??!!!)

For many who were living on Mars (literally) I am just narrating the ordeal that took place just days back with principal Helen Sircar of Christ Church girls school being tormented. Trial is on and many have been captured but at what cost. The girls' death was obviously something to mourn but this way??!!

It brings me to the question...When will we recognize the borders? Where to stop and what not to do with people that are epitome of prestige.... Simply unanswerable. Just as this shit takes over the newspaper and is condemned strongly JU students gherao teachers and demands ragging punishment rethink. I don't know enough to comment but what the f*** is this...

When brains are replaced by brawl, we know logic takes backseat and the society crumples. It's pathetic to even think how we can threaten some people who have at one point tried to enlighten us with education. The same stuff that differentiates us with those barbaric animals whose behavioral aspect adorned the people who attacked the school.And I find myself in a vulnerable spot. What to look at and what to discard when anarchy befalls on this society I am living in.

Seriously people; we are going down.....

SHIT!!!!! It's PUJA , man................

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Lord Vishwakarma has paved the way and Mother Goddess Durga is coming in less than a month. Bengal and Bengalis are obviously on roll as their favorite season is  knocking on the door and if enjoying is the case, if celebrating is concerned, anywhere that has a hint of Bengali odor; be it Kolkata's Beniatola lane to Birmingham and Suruchi Sangha to San Francisco, not a petal of excitement is amiss. As the biggest franchises and clubs or associations hardly take a breath in this getting ready time lets talk about the darkness that dons below the lamps.

The sound decibel limit has been extended not to mention the unrestricted use of crackers in some parts of the city and everywhere the Puja is celebrated; not taking into account  the ailing, babies or people who may have problem with it. The latest inventions up this alley are nothing near to happiness or celebrations of light and sound. As the flavor of the season rises, we tend to forget the fine line between sound and noise. Our Puja and my Puja. Who cares? It's Puja , man.

The liquors and the alcohols have a free run as the seasoned drinkers and prolific 'rich' wash up their happiness with a little spirit of the Puja. The rest 'Kawra-baji' or the circus that follows after that are hard to wash up with anything and the pain stick to those people's asses who have nothing to do with. Not with those people, not with the locality. And sometimes not with the Pujas even. but who cares? It's the Puja, man.

The bikers are the most anticipated evil that needs to be recruited to the position of the 'Mahisasur'. The free run, drunk traffic guards, happy constables and Traffic sergeants always happy to receive small amounts of bounty never turn their asses to those crushing crashing and bashing the streets in the  'high-spirits'. The complains fall to deaf ears and the troubles fall on pedestrians. But who cares? It's Puja , man.

The noise of people talking and crackers bursting drown the voices of other evils taking place in this very heart of the city. The acts that are not supposed to happen to people. That are not supposed to happen to anybody. Drugs are spread, kidnapping is high, child labor increases and accidents in the form of  both vehicular as well as social occur too much. Rapes and molestation are side effects and what not to say. It seems that some peoples celebrations become bother people's night mare and the onus lies on us but we are too busy spiking our hair with gel to see whether some are even smiling or not. It's not my brutal intention to glum the enjoyment. After all when we enjoy the traders awaits customers, while we move pandal to pandal addas to addas, the drivers and cab-owners  keeps the city moving and the Police and the doctors; all those people who deserve a salute for staying apart from the family in the festive season for their duty. If so much toil goes into making the descend of mother Goddess into her arty abode smooth; isn't it our duty to  complete the cycle.
But yet we fail every year at our resolution to be a better man. A better person. And when we, if ever notice something not in order we choose to ignore. Why? IS it because it  does not belong to us or because there are other people who belong to the same responsible circle to set things in order? Nothing. No answers. Yet when everything ends and it's time to think about the next year we don't swear on being a better man. But we shout, as Goddess Durga is immersed into the water, '' Asche Bocchor abar hobe.." That it would happen next year. Same thing no change. We don't learn from mistakes. We don't learn from past. And the only questions left by the blank stares of the victims of celebrations are met with only one answer. It's Puja, man.

Then how can we spread the happiness.
How can we bring equality? And how can we celebrate the festival; when while one awaits the moments, somewhere a tearful eye sighs...

SHIT!! It's Puja, man.

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Happy Halloween...AAAAAaaaa!!!!!!...

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Hello my lovely Zombies and priceless ghouls, wish you a howly and shrieking Halloween. Friday the thirteenth is here again and as the streets are flooded with little monsters knocking on your door "Trick or Treat" (Probably not anywhere in India but somewhere sure) once again my mind conjures up a curiosity with no valid real life significance; yet since it's my mind and given the current status I haven't lost it lets see what it serves. Well the conundrum seems to be that ghosts or spirits depending on whether you're alcoholic or non alcoholic; exist, no doubt. Some may argue other may flee but no one can prove that it does not belong.No one can prove that this things are only hallucinations or stories cooked up to scare away children, although the case seems curious-er that way. Indeed they are not to be seen everywhere but they are omnipresent and what my mind asks is that why if these things scare, do in the name of fresh hell we celebrate and long for this things? Do we wish to die? or is it such that we humans love to challenge anything that beyond us without caring for the consequences?

Yes, needless to say that how much of scared are we in real life of this extra terrestrial sorts of concept we do love to fondle the subject in expectations of that eerie adventure that devoid itself from our day to day life. This moth like attraction to what seems to be a burning topic makes me inquisitive. Too. I must admit keep distance from any such thing that even comes near to SCARY, let alone be one. And as such in all my college life have barred myself from watching movies like SCARY movie, SAW, Hostel, Wrong Turn or the BOLLYWOOD nuances on this subject. Nightmares and sweaty dreams (mind you sweaty..not any other forms of wet...." keep me awake in the deep of the night and alone is not the state I want to be in a a dark shadowy room after having seen a gruesome murder or a spine chilling laughter. So better not see it. But many of my mates seem to enjoy. And it keeps e baffled.

Also knowing nothing as such happens or exists, I see people still likes the idea of being scared. Vikram Bhatt, one of the established pro director of Bollywood in this genre; incidentally whose movie "HORROR STORY" releases today (And I am not watching obviously) says that stuffs have happened with him and the incidents have partially, if not totally left him wanting to work on this subject. I think it's just a good promotional strategy but then it's not unlikely that something DIFFERENT have happened or is happening in this world with someone or the other at every time. UFOs, Werewolves, moving shadows (man it's creeping me out even to write about it) what not be scared of in this world.

Anyways I don't now why it interests some persons I am not sure but it does have a ring to the idea of some one appearing from the behind of the curtain with a steel knife or  a silhouette of the face on the glass windows... Why are the dogs howling....?  Maybe  tonight... it's just as bad as other night or a bit badder,  the night is getting chilly. What ever you do just stay inside. Ok... you never know.

Happy Halloween guys..

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9/11; The day it was, the day it is.

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 Today is just like any other day. Any other moment isn't different from the moments  anyone  passed today. You wake up from sleep, hit the newspaper. Drink eat go office watch T.V. nope, nothing different. The day that passed, the day that is about to come are all the very same from today. Or is there something?

9/11. Twelve years ago probably the greatest massacre, the biggest destruction in the history of the world and America took place that can only be compared to massive destruction like Jew concentration camps or holocaust. The twin towers of America were the pride of the country and although process is on to rebuild something like that, nothing could bring back the essence of the past years that it represented. Averting political and socio theories, suffice to say it was something that was a loss in every sense of action. And it took many precious lives too. It will be many centuries that people will dread this accident and it is perhaps this accident that many is facing consequences till now.

The date is shivered all over the country and it's black day for numerous people all over the planet. A day of death and destruction but for India, perhaps it set a new track record today. The accused for the Kamduni Rape victim are to be sentenced and there is going to be a trial. A fair trial. What more does they want? What more can we give them? Respect is what they deserved, respect is what we can now only give them. It seems the family of the victim of Kamduni incident is finding solace but along with them all the other victim families here and abroad who have lost some one in this atrocities are finally getting back firm ground beneathe them And to get this verdict today, this news only proved that everything is coming back to good, everything comes back to normal; it's like the circle is getting finally full.

I once  wrote a piece, a poem on the sad incident of not Kamduni but very similar 'accident??!!' that happened in Delhi. The post it was included is 'RIR! Oh Unfortunate.' Hope you'll read it. Just my voice expressing gasped sadness and lapsed opportunities.

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Tall Tales of Woes...2

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Yes after a quite make that quiet, gap; here I am. These days I don't even know what I do. life seems to be on a n unknown trajectory and a one hell of a ride, that's for sure. I think sometimes what if the opportunities that laid on my way would have tasted. But lamenting is not going to bring back all those lost tides at bay. SO I look forward to life and take a step, once at a time. In this frivolous times, one can really get lost.

But more importantly, lost or not, if you don't watch your step you can get splashed. Yeah especially if you are in Kolkata. The famous moon-craters have really bugged, shitted and beat the hell out of me. And my trousers. Yes, if the potholes on the streets resembles anything, it is the those of the moon. And the rains add a bit of panache with those extra jiggling sending the dirt water into a slimy dancing shit mode hitting cars and pedestrians alike.You look that way, they are there; you look this way they are there. It's horrendous. The jam is the effervescence  of the streets, here in Kolkata and the passing of the day ensures your maturity oif the LIC for your family to enjoy. You have to take the life in your hands and literally stop caring about returning home in full. Accidents are like, oh-so-common incidents now.

And then to top it all I watched a movie. ZANJEER. Yes supposedly the remake of the great AB starrer but it's not even near the poster of the film. I should have listened to the critics and avoided the constipated Ram Charan and dialectic-ally wrong PC.. Hope no one makes a remake that is inspired by Zanjeer- the 2013-wala dud. I plan to watch more movies and will return with the reviews.

The life has changed. Just last year we were all sitting in the college campus enjoying the moments and now I sit alone, not even knowing what my friends are doing. I guess, life's just a mess.You agree?

Anyways, it always feels nice to dump my innerself before the world, before people who take time to read and understand the feelings. It's so nice to get back here.

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ASHAMED!!!!!!!!!! Again.

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 I truly try to write interesting stuffs. Trust me. Sometimes I do succeed and at other times...well the trying becomes futile not to mention goes without a single views. But nevertheless, my enthusiasm little smitten, I gather up my valor and stroke my keyboard to produce another piece of an article that will tickle your literary sensors in the brains. And like most days I hope less of a quantity and more of a quality viewer who reads and discusses my points' validity.

  So here I am. This is me. There is nowhere I would rather be. o sorry,some guy already took those lines few years back. Anyways, I started my day thinking I would write something funny or light and entertain all of you people but the newspaper ruined my day. Mumbai was the victim in this new found  game of manliness.

  Yes! a RAPE. Strongly condemned but hardly curbed; this menace is like the shrewd vine of a creepy crawling plant engulfing the pride, morality and self respect of the country and society and putting manliness, manhood and male sex into test. Just days back a Bihar police constable, a women, a liberated free independent women was raped and now a journalist in the heart of the most bright city bitten by the rabid vicious threat. Truly not happening. 'And I feel ashamed as the stronger sex.' The very lines I wrote in my Poem "Where the mind is without fear" in protest of the Delhi  rape and murder case of the 23 years??!!! old student. Same age as that of the journalist raped at the last day of her intern; and not even a year gap. You can read the poem in the post of the name 'RIR!! Oh! Unfortunate...' (Read it if you got time. It has received accolades.)

  Yet the only action that takes place are mere words in verbal as well as written form in several social networking sites and in the parliament. While networking sites are being amassed by dolts like me who don't know any other way to protest, the parliament I guess has a way. But still the only thing done is a cross party survey of how many rapes and murders have happened during the governance of the other party. As if a rape less or a two murder short of the last party's tenure is a thing of pride to show off. Disgusting.  So like every responsible youth who are billed as steering of the nation, I let loose my fury on the virtual world while the real gets dented.

 The question is what can we do? The politically neutral guys and girls who just want peace and probably a safer environment are like 'aantels' or the pseudo-mart people who demand utopia. i guess it's a lot to ask. So here I am shitting on this whole new level of technology while real people face real life. I am afraid, to go out now (inspite of being a MAN) and I was ashamed. And I am ashamed. AGAIN.

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That Thing called LOOOVVEE.....

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Hello guys... after along time indeed. my posts are getting infrequent and I say my bad. Because all who you are reading, my viewers are really in for a big and hearty congratulations. You know why? Because  my blog just reached 1000 views. Yes!! and it's counting. So I am very thankful to you guys for supporting my blog and supporting this small endeavor of mine that helped me share my thoughts with the whole world. With you all. Love you.

I am in Kolkata, West Bengal; India. (This is for the foreign viewers and not for my college or school friends who would think am kidding...)Well and I am in my room as the rains washes the city of all the grit and grime. The sky is blueish grey and the leaves of trees fresh green. The whole scenario is rejuvenating. In this situations i.e. when it is raining and you're jobless; I have seen people getting romantic. Yes. Now I am no connoisseur of love. In fact i am very much single but I had experienced a sudden pull, an urge among the love birds to come closer , feel romantic, ooze happiness in this season. I don't know why? Is it because the pitter-patter of the rain drops that provide an interesting background score or the fact that the montage of scenery the atmosphere gifts us; the bright canvass where the colours seems to mix into another, bringing out the vulnerable bond among us, the real elixir of life.

Or is it just that you got nowhere to go in the rains and so the only thing to do is call the other half, if you may. There are contradictions on this theory. Some of my friends say it happens more often than not while some say that rains and love is not connected. Although I have never commented on this debate because I really feel myself inadequate, I think it's better not to end or rather try to end this debate. Because love itself is confusing. Much like a fog or a mist, if you will. The only thing clear is where you are. the place from where you see. Other than that be it anywhere, it is all a blur. Yet all disillusioned and naive persons have been equally eluded by love as has the genius counterparts. Yet not one of them have for centuries, been able to find the DNA that constitutes it. A theory that binds it, a definition that could explain the nature. Above all not one of them have a formula for love, much like an unproven diaspora.

And so for decades and decades like  stupid men who failed trying to fly, bachelors like us fail in the attempt of falling in love. To get engaged and enjoy the elixir of life. That is LOVE.(I like the word elixir by the way. Kinda cool) Anyways I do hope some day someone finds the exact compound to fall in love and I buy it before the government puts heavy tax on it. Till then love will keep me confused and everytime I will try to think of that stupid idea I will only address it as that thing called love.

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Independence, India and I....

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First of all let me wish you a very Happy Independence to you all. Today is the Indian Independence Day. We are celebrating the 67th year of Independence and I am really proud of it.  But a commoner inside me pokes me to my very core with doubts tat I swear by, wouldn't make me any less Indian that I am. I am just curious. I am a free India. But am I truly Independent.

I wake up in the morning, see flags are getting ready to be hoisted and unfurled; photos of great men garlanded and decks playing the patriotic songs. Sweet. but wait... the sick woman, the elderly grandfather who has a high BP or the kid is getting a earful. But can they complain, nope maybe because they have to live in the same area and the local club is not without the muscles and also maybe, MAYBE, the local councilor is a chief guest. So let's forget.

Democracy is not something we chance upon everyday. Although I see people are democratic, I sense a loads of crap in that.  Many people take their voting abilities for democracy, crafted and without much choice as much it is, the voting is just a part of it. We cannot raise a question against a local administrator, a court moves a case filed against a convict, big or small in a very small pace that would put a snail to shame.We get cheated everyday and on basic amenities like auto-rickshaw fare to FMCGs. And hey in turn are fooled by the top order and it's a chain. I see colleges and schools being trundled under the heave of politics, the mere fact that education cannot rule in an educational institute bugs me off.

Then there is the whole lot of fiasco over this being women thing. I mean women were harassed from what, the SATYAYUG, like times and beyond. But now it seems men are trying to be more men than they actually are. Comments to likes to poking and then some actions that really need some deactivate button and deserve a hashtag; it's like social networking made us a whole bunch of nincompoops. Why? Why? If a girl is afraid to come out after a certain hour of the day, if a girl is afraid to go o a certain place that means her Independence is hindered. That makes us , a bountiful citizen of a resourceful nation a failure, zero. And that makes my Independence deprived. It is scoured. Be it anyone from France being harassed at Kolkata or a girl being violated at Delhi. It makes me  less. makes me un-man-ly. I got that right... right?

I mean you can possibly say that no one is without problems and that there are far bigger problems, why don't I shit on that. But the fact is that I would say that being a common man I feel this problem everyday inspite of having a tumblers of personal problems and unfulfilled desires and I don't think that I can say anymore that I want. I don't think I can paint the picture that I wish. No one is ready to offer me that canvas. I cannot shout. I cannot make decisions without being judged and cannot help myself from being judged if I am not making them. I cannot grow up with my knowledge because I am expected to grow up as the others in this holy planet has done. And I can't be a failure and receive that easily all though I say it easily that "FAILURES ARE THE PILLARS OF...wait what?!!!" No that's bull shit.  I don't feel I belongs to Independence. It should be WE-NDIPENDENCE since I cannot make my decisions by we, the people in power make our destiny and wraps our fate. You need to buy a plot of land, donate money to the club. Buying a flat, give money. Your business did good this year, pay the local goon. Else you're a dead meat.

I guess I have freaked you up enough but the fact is we are celebrating something that we achieved 66 years ago and that is of no true importance or self-sustenance ideology. It doesn't exist and I don't see myself a part of this. Maybe after tis I maybe cancelled my citizenship and deported to Guantanamo Bay for my life.  I guess noot a good day for I-Day enthusiasts; but trust me I too like this celebration. but just that, it requires a brush up, according to me. And It is not because India is  a third world clinker. The Rubies and diamonds of first world lobotomies ear also vague on it.

Happy Reading. And Happy Independence once again...

BOLLYWOOD-A Story UNTOLD!!!! #3

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And here we are at last at the third installment of what has been a phenomenal view post. I thank everyone who have read and shared my idea of the the unsung (anti-) heroes of Bollywood that shares little or no arc-light as it's god-ly counterparts. But nevertheless we never cease to forget them. How can one forget that famous smirking quote "Mona, Darling." or the blood chilling laughter of Gabbar. Immortalized by some of the greatest men who have, as I already said in the first post, graced the silver screen.

yet I would like to end this final installment of the series by saying the lines that are true and important. And ignored also. The villains slithers away with or without even little accolades unlike their protagonist counterparts. They are most of the time kicked, hated abused and resemble little or no screen space or image and to top that he pay sucks, given the amount of sweat their brow engenders. Plus like most of the heroes they don't have versatility. That means they don't get a varied amount of role as the lead actor gets in the movies. A villain is only glorified, as his hero makes him. This instead of delivering hits.

 Although scenarios are changing. Now a days the villains are also considered separate actors and films are being made based on their characters, where they not only receive the punches and kicks stoically but also delivers them. Where, most importantly they get to win.. We have seen movies like Dhoom and prince glorifying thieves and movies like Paan Singh Tomar being made on biopics of dacoits while Dawood Ibrahim, the world's top most wasted villain boasts of a slew of films being made on his name like D-day or Once upon a time in Mumbai and sequel. While villains like Vidyut Jamwal is having a great time having played a villain and a hero in consecutive movies. So it seems that playing the role of villain isn't that bad after all, given that recognition are pouring in for the most critical bad guy.

Thanks for staying with me guys. promise to bring loads of good shit  in the future (that if you're not satisfied with this good shit) and till then enjoy, Junkyard of Thoughts. And as for the unsung heroes of Bollywood; the best is yet to come. Ain't it guys.

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BOLLYWOOD-The Untold STORY #2

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 Some of the characters stay alive after death while some dialogues stay alive even though the characters die.. Readers today as we were discussing about that inseparable aspect of Bollywood that covers few accolades of a success a film faces. Yes the villains. If you have read the last post of my blog feed you will know that we are going to talk about the famous dialogues and the lips that made them famous. (By the way do read the previous installment)

While the Bollywood reminisces the famous "Kitne aadmi the" the evergreen filmi threat, the reply of the erstwhile Sambha, played by actor McMohan is equally a quote to remember " Poore Pachhis Lakh, Sarkdar." It's what made him famous. Just a dialogue and no mention.Negative characters needn't be always villain. The famous dialogue of DON that were made equally remarkable by the BigB as well as King Khan was something to chill your spine with. "Don ka intezar toh Gyara mulko ki police karti hain. Par Don ko pakadna Muskil hi nahi. Na mumkin hain." Wow what a quote. Really made the film. The shady characters that support the protagonist by actually going against them were never considered of any importance other than teasing girls and getting kicked by main hero. It was much late that the antagonistic part was clearly thought of and a large and charming tide of actors swept the silver screen with their mighty voice and enigmatic personality.

Can anyone forget Amrish Puri,as Mocambo, or Amjad Khan the parts he played. The characters are like immortalized in the minds of myriads of fans. The Shakal, toKancha Cheena; and from Ranjit to Gulshan Grover, it was a sparkling side. Yet it took long time before people could actually congratulate them, that iifa could actually nominate them for their contribution. That they were thought a big part of the film. A powerful actor; they were too, nevertheless.

It is so obvious that people will forget the negative shades. After all the stars are out of mind as soon as they are out of sight. So do the villains deserve the shine too of the lime light? And do they get what they deserve? Even after they stop acting. Are they really happy? or the laughs that shimmer in our years are just an exaggeration of their mocking tragic life? Critical;, eh? after all it's BOLLYWOOD. Will answer all the questions on the next post. Stay tuned as the vibrant villains of tinsel town will come before your eyes, to show how talented they are. Plus some more facts to awe you?

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BOLLYWOOD--A Story UNTOLD!!!! #1

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  Indian Cinema just crossed 100 years since it's inception and from the very first time it was enriched with the very filmi flavor that has come to be known as Bollywood-y to whole world. From Raja Harischandra by Dada Saheb Phalke to the latest and ever becoming silver screen fantasies, the coming of the edge films. Everywhere you see there is a stint of a color, palette of joy a song or a dance sequence that changes a mood and brings a smile or a thought. Even though fresh hordes of directors are creating ripples with their own style of cinema but Bollywood is still a small place of films larger than life, laden with  music; a brief period of grandeur beyond; or sometimes with it, reality.

  But I won't talk about it. It is much talked about. Neither I am going to talk about the very stuff that creates the vivid image of Bollywood to all the fans out there. Instead I am going to speak about the less told characters present in every film. The characters that make others shine by shadowing there towering presence or veiling it under their anti-behavior. Yes the villains. The anti-character. The antagonist or the anti hero. Whatever you call it you can never deny the fact that it is the villains that bring spice to the other wise sweet little romance. The sauce to the tastiest snacks. They say, a hero is as big as the villains makes him. So yes they are unarguably the biggest asset of a motion picture, but incidentally they were, and in some cases still now too, being side lined with little or no fame. You can see that Bollywood has transformed itself into the very uber-chic avatar and it has curtailed many cliches that were once a very conjugal part of cinema. The boring dialogues, the stupid boy meets girl story or the hunky dory song and dance routine. The hero essentially need not to be a male protagonist, something unthinkable in the 90s or movies even after that. The normal theology of a damsel in distress saved by a handsome princely looking guy was the very foundation of Bollywood.

  Yet, the new age is breaking and fixing the thought to shape Indian Cinema to fit the  demand of international fans. But still one thing has remained same throughout the Bollywood tag. The villain. The part that always brought hate, wrong messages and bad behavior with them.

  Stay tuned for more as the discussion gets hotter in the next post with some of the hottest personalities who have dazzled the silver screen with their on screen persona..only negative that is. And a lieu of very popular dialogues and lines that rocked the nation and were mouthed by a villain. Don't leave the blog-site. It gets more fun from here.

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Sayonara....BUB!!!!!!!!! WoW WOLVERINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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One man. A cheek full of trimmed beard, claws full of Admantium and attitude full of corny mood. The leather jacket, the macho bie and the look. And you know you have a movie you mustn't miss. Just him. Just a touch to remind you who he is, as he says " I am Wolverine." As he slains the Yashida son. More than one times, over and over. Just one man. It seems one compliments other.In Wolverine:Origins he showed how to handle the whole film on his own shoulder and now how to carry on the legacy on his own clas. Even when  stripped. Yes the Admantium is  chiseled off from his body and what comes out is bony claws. Hugh Jackman shows us, he can never fail.

Those of you haven't seen it , I would ask you to go for Hugh Jackman. His portrayal of the wolverine gets better each day (movie wise that is) He is the integral part of the movie and suffice to say he is the start and end of the movie. The star cast has a very tricky name so I will stick to heir character names. The red haired girl is a great fighter and Mariko  the heiress and grand-daughter of Yashida is a good backup to Wolverine. We get to see Jean few times through Logan's dream. Quite effective cameo she got there. The Yashida son played a quite ruthless character though short lived and the boyfriend of Mariko was very solid actor and he can really claim a ninja title. But it was Yashida, the soldier whom Logan had saved during the atomic bombing, that gave the film a grit and edge. The armor clad menacing act was truly appreciable. Although what struck me totally pointless was the green goblin, Viper. What she intended to do or what she did in the film is yet to dawn. The first half is slow paced and lot of recollection, sweet and bitter memories but after that as the film advances, we get to know why Jackman is Logan and that Logan is always wolverine. Just like Tony Stark had said "You can take the suit out of me. But I would always be Iron Man." (Ok may have replaced few words. Guilty as charged.)

Anyways, The plot should have been a bit fats although the stunts are worth checking out. Especially the bullet train flick. Worth checking twice dude. The locales of Japan are vividly captured and truly nice. Where the bomb was dropped still bears semblance. But there is a catch. After the end credits, there is a slight possibility that you know what is coming up in the next movie. A horde-full of surprises. Check it out man. As Logan claims as he dumps the armour clad Yashida "It seems it is not for goodbye that I came to say. It's Sayonara." Probably something bit different he said but sounded same cheesy.(Guilty again) But truly.The wolverine is a movie can be relished after watch. Oh Hugh what have you made yourself into...BUB.

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Season Of Suspenses... Grisham tales

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Ok So the rains are dripping like anything and it seems that the sky is melting like butter on a hot pan (So bad at giving examples); but anyways on this time like any homo sapiens (that's human for all who thought I was talking dirty) I too feel different at this time of the year. Being a movie buff and an avid foodie it is my time to gorge on the delicacy that adorns the streets of Kolkata. The bhajis and telebhajas, pakoras and everything good. The movies are actually making a splash at the box office and it is like heaven to bite sip and indulge in the extravaganza when the sky is splashing the whole city tip-top wet. But there is another thing that comes along with the rainy season.

It is the thrillers. The suspense reads that i have been hooked top for ages. From my childhood times I have been a novel junkie and during the rainy seasons I would curl up on the bed with a  nice suspense thriller and that would make my day. The rains bring back all kind s of memories but this is still strong because of my interest on reading novels not fading or inching a tip towards lessening.

Recently I read The Rackteer by John Grisham and boy was I thrilled. It's not like it's my first Grisham or anything. The confessions was the first of his novel that I read and trust me, I was pretty much knocked off by the socks. Yeah. and with The Racketeer it's no less. The plot is engaging and involves, like any other JG novels, ample court room drama and legal cross reference. Grisham, being himself a former an advocate and a lawyer  nevertheless keeps the things strong and to the point and more importantly accurate. The edgier dialogues, the twist; be it the letter after Bannister wrtes after getting out of the jail or the way he captures the gold huggets are truly worth reading; a must read if I may. And the character so leyered, Grisham clearly knocks it off. The story starts with  murder of Judge Fawcett and soon takes a bizzare turn where our protagonist is sent o the jail for a tax fraud, just that it wasn't his fault and the fraud was not of tax or anything like that. But the story is remarkable, the locales visited and escribed are truly capturing but it is the by-lanes of suspense and thrill that turns the pages quickly. Give it a shot if you haven't. There's FBI, a plastic surgery, family drama and lots of money involved. Just like good ol' Grisham. Ain't it matey!!!!

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Kinda Missing it.........

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Yes I have been missing from my blog and I apologize. For those who wait (the numbers are sure bleak) for my blog post; it is really upsetting and I kind of feel I should write. But nevertheless my laziness contradicts. Anyways keeping the frustrations apart I choose to write today not because of I don't have anything to do (In that case toh I would have written everyday...) but because I think it requires a mention.

My college days are over.Officially. The results are out for my final exam making me a graduate college passed, degree holder able bodied Civil Engineer (OK the height was for the pretty girls, if, out there. Boys ignore maaro). Just imagine, a Civil Engineer??!!! Me? I mean, I never studied the whole B.Tech and whatever I knew in class twelve(not much, though) I forgot. But that's not I want to talk about. You'll find many talking about it. What I meant was that it's like an end of an era. Surely four years do not count as an era but then an era is a significant point of time a period of prominence and the college years are the same for me. I mean for whom it isn't. Everybody it is the time we learn new stuffs not just from books but form the life and know ourselves. The friends' concept is changed and the future is a scary time chasing us with our parents playing in loop the importance of being serious to stand up in life. Phew! it ends and how. The need to get a job, to keep up with the atrocities of life and the urge within to keep contact with those going in their direction. Friends...

Memories and times to relish. That was a time and now it's just memories that can only be revived in the social networking sites. So much is changed. The bunking, the canteen breaks, the comings, the goings, and the promise to see the next day, really nostalgia can never be clarified better than by experiencing the college term ends. Truly speaking everyone is busy and life leaves little opportunity to think about past at this juncture but since it was just all of a sudden and with the coming out of results (also I have nothing to do now but think)  it kind of feels like a long vacation and on the inside long for this to end quickly. SO that I can again text and call my friends and ask, "Are you coming tomorrow?" OR "Will you attend the so and so teacher's class?"

Like a true red fan of TONY STARK and IRON MAN I too tell that I have lots of feeling and nostalgia isn't one of them; but on the inside I too long to get back to the place where my heart is. Long to get back my heart. Just like Tony Stark.

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The Filmdom Serendipity #2

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So guys hope you all have read the first edition of the post and I guess for that reason or for other reasons you are back. Well, actually my intentions were not of maligning the film industry or any particular profession but it is natural to all the film industries and that we have a proverb in Bengali, that te darkness dwells beneath the lamp. So here it is. I had, in the last post mentioned the stuffs that goes around and the actress issue (if you haven't read it...READ IT) So today am going to discuss how it happens and the other stuffs that happens because of it...

The objectification of women, largely now a days that is, due to the so called item songs; brought to us by the top most actresses who are supposedly the beacon of hope for thousands of girls across the country. Lyrics like'Tandoori murgi hu yaar, Katka le saiyaa alcohol se' is not only derogatory, but pathetic and in the mean time hypothetical too. For one they objectify girls as a material for lust not love. And the girls are following their idols, nevertheless. Again, it is the utter serendipity, or confusion between relish or realise. There are movies where you realise the power of hope, power of joy, freedom and inner-self and then there are movies where you go to relish the actresses and scenes and rip out your ticket money from the duration of the film. It's just sad. Films could be such an enlightenment.

And this days so many crimes are occurring in the broad daylight against women. Now people will tell that its sexist to say that films are causing this accidents but the focus of male attention shifts towards a cheesy line only when it is shown in the films. Most of the time, nowadays its everyday in Kolkata, someone or the other biker gangs 'so called' are teasing women in the middle of the road and in the middle of the day. And the pick up lines are the cheesy and smelly lines of the movie dialogues they must have heard last night and thought it packs quite a punch. it is just pathetic that police are helpless against them and they roam free. Not just this instance but overall the perspective of men towards women are changing and not for good. And  don't tell me films don't have a large say in this. Such a overwhelming and influencing medium to reach people and such careless acts put up for money. I mean in which way is a scene, where a  model almost skimpily dressed soaking the attention and guffaws of men and drenching in alcohol; is going to keep modesty of girls and help keep a men sober. And then easy alcohol coupled with political power and civilization is lost from the streets of Kolkata. Not just Kolkata but the whole world is no different a stage for this drama.

Yet we keep gazing at the shine of the silver screen and look up to it. Want to be a part of it. what do you say Guys, does this really deserve a silence or should we say something. Your choice. your life.
 Hope I put enough substance to make this series a viable read. Look up for more..You can comment on my Google+account or email me at indra765@gmail.com.

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P.S.Come back for more. Tomorrow I am going to gibe a review of a brilliant film I watched at the theaters to today. Just awesome movie. Stay tuned.

The Filmdom Serendipity...

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It has always been confusing. A delusional maze of bling, blitz and fashion laden with paparazzi flashes and invitation of a cream life; the top notch state of being. Always a dream of commons and the idol of the unemployed, house of the dreams and the mystique of the bored; the flame has always lived upto it
's true stature when it came to the moth. It has always engulfed every evening the thousands of moths that has guzzled the thoughts of touching it, yet, a new set of moths tire their wings for the never-land the very next evening. Much as the filmdom or the woods of Holly, Bolly and our very own Tolly.

The latest to fall in this queue is Nafisha khan or to many people, Jiah 'Nishabd' Khan. Nishabd because inspite of acting in a string of flops but powerful movies; Housefull-2 so as to say; Bollywood still remembered her as the young girl debuting  opposite Amitabh Bachhan. A dream debut only few gets a focus to. Yet her luck and courage didn't accompany her to the life path. It is indeed a shocking revealing and attention seeking story of a girl who came to pursue her dreams but got the better of it. But trust me the story is not unique. Only a bit more focused and exposed. But unique, nope. Several girls have died in process of becoming a size zero Kareena or a chikni Katrina. The atrocities escape the broad day light because the money and power casts a dark cloud over the sunny life. Yet new waves comes to seek the flame of eternal solitude. The eloquent state of being. latest to fall in THIS line is Poonam Pandey.

Just imagine. How a low key  model, who promised to strip if India wins the world cup has debut in the film Nasha. It seems Bollywood has simply lost it's vigor and gave way to serendipity, the utter confusion between money and skill, quality and quantity. And it's befitting, after all. Because it seems the only way now to the silver screens through the mushy by lanes of skin show and erotica.What some blokes blatantly refers to as pornography while intellectuals like Veena Malik says, it's erotic arts. What a shit. Leading the  pack is our Kahanii Ghar Ghar ki Sunny Leone,  high maintenance Veena Malik, self proclaimed socialite and media seductress Poonam Pandey so to name an illustrious few. Our very own Katrina Kaif came through the very same dusty old shortcut to Bollywood, BOOM. And now Bollywood has it's own genre, Erotic thriller. Hold the thought...er and everything else too.

Maybe Kat should do that type of movie more. After watching films where she stands like a dud or a damsel in distress it seems that is the only type she can show some action. Taking into account Ek Tha Tiger. But seriously don't you think it is really going too much......

The adverse effect it is causing and teh what ever affects it are very seldom thought about. This is a rotten apple and I will show you how it rots the other staes and status of being of the society. How this one rot transfers to several apples. And that sometimes its too costly for others. Wait for the next post for the observation. I bet it will be eye opening...

Till then, Happy Reading.

JUST SAYING...again

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 It seems that people really enjoy the posts that are relative to adverse condition or have an association with the woes of someone or the other.I have found out that whenever I post something about some incident of being harassed by men or nature or someone else got harassed, it immediately generates viewership as opposed to say some general topics like the last one, which was based on Ice Creams (I did put some bright photos for attraction purpose.) But it was stupid to expect a cup full of words on the item you can have a cupful anytime. Or as Twitter would say, it was #fail. Neither the fictional accounts that I put up on my blogs for change seems like a ground breaking Idea. The post that's currently riding high on views is 'The Potpourri of thoughts' (if you haven't read it; darn you!*#$@%*$#%?? Go read it damnit). Anyways getting back my cool; the topic for that post was among other things the woe of a french-woman in Kolkata, recently in news. It was in news recently. Any ways and the post that is popular the most is (one of my favourite too...) is the one that generates lots of emotion. It is 'Ma..Ammi...Mother....' I am sure some of you must have read it. It's my heart out. Make sure you check it. You can connect yourself to it.(er..I hope so)

Anyways the point is not to advertise my past blog posts but to  make a point (without exaggerating it of course) that when I write something and it goes unappreciated (oh! to hell with appreciation, sometimes it goes without a view even.) it makes me feel less. I think that I have somehow wasted some of my vocabulary, some momentary fusion of words in constructing a phrase which, if orderly presented before a group, and in some other manner and/or time would have led to something good, if not prize-able; but instead I used them for something, rather somewhere, where it lay wasted without even a look, held in the cobwebs of foolish posts from teenagers in several social networks like facebook or twitter in this case Google+. I mean it's ok to spend your time posting posts that you want into the social networks, but what everyone is posting this days is preposterous. Instead taking a look at my blog wouldn't have hurt, you know. (Please don't kick for this advertisement of my blog.

Oh and by the way if still haven't figured it out, i really didn't have anything to say so I thought I would be goofing around. AM sorry this was really not worth it.

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It's MELTING GOODNESS....................

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Guess what you want on a summer day to chill and also on a winter day. Ice Cream!!!!!! Yeah well I know it sounded cheesy but hey it's Ice Cream!!!! Remember how we used to rhyme I Scream for Ice Cream. Well it is indeed a thing to lust for. From Baskin Robbins' scoop to the classic chocobar and the tutty fruity to the mixed fruit tub of your favourite company. From the slurping on the softies to sitting with your loved ones with a bowl of ice cream and gorging on the favourite delicacy from the same tub. It's Love Fest. And which is why no one ever talks about catching cold. Happy National Ice Cream Day. Indeed a great day to rejoice, hangout and eat Ice Cream. My favorite flavor is Butterscotch and Blackcurrant. What's your's?

Here's your recipe to Goodness. DIY and enjoy it yourself. Some quirky homemade procedures.
:*:Peach and Toasted Pecan ICE CREAM

Ingredients:-
3/4 cup sugar
2 tablespoons cornstarch
1/8 teaspoon table salt
2 cups milk $
1 cup heavy whipping cream
1 egg yolk $
1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla bean paste*
1 cup peeled and coarsely chopped peaches $
2 tablespoons light corn syrup
1 1/2 tablespoons butter
1 cup coarsely chopped pecans $
1/4 teaspoon kosher salt
Preparation
1. Whisk together first 3 ingredients in a large heavy saucepan. Gradually whisk in milk and whipping cream. Cook over medium heat, stirring constantly, 10 to 12 minutes or until mixture thickens slightly. Remove from heat.
2. Whisk egg yolk until slightly thickened. Gradually whisk about 1 cup hot cream mixture into yolk. Add yolk mixture to remaining cream mixture, whisking constantly. Whisk in vanilla bean paste. Cool 1 hour, stirring occasionally.
3. Meanwhile, cook peaches and corn syrup in a small saucepan over medium heat, stirring often, 4 to 5 minutes. Coarsely mash, and let cool 30 minutes. Stir peach mixture into cooled cream mixture.
4. Place plastic wrap directly on cream mixture, and chill 8 to 24 hours.
5. Meanwhile, melt butter in a small skillet over medium heat; add pecans, and cook, stirring constantly, 8 to 9 minutes or until toasted and fragrant. Remove from heat, and sprinkle with 1/4 tsp. kosher salt. Cool completely (about 30 minutes).
6. Pour chilled cream mixture into freezer container of a 1 1/2-qt. electric ice-cream maker, and freeze according to manufacturer's instructions. (Instructions and time may vary.) Before transferring ice cream to an airtight container for further freezing, stir in pecan mixture.
*Vanilla extract may be substituted.

:*:No Cook Strawberry Ice Cream

Ingrediants:-
1 (14-ounce) can sweetened condensed milk
1 (5-ounce) can evaporated milk $
2 tablespoons sugar
1 1/2 cups whole milk
1 (16-ounce) container fresh strawberries or 1 (16-ounce) package thawed frozen strawberries $
2 tablespoons lemon juice
1/4 teaspoon salt
Preparation:-
Whisk first 4 ingredients in a 2-quart pitcher or large bowl until blended. Cover and chill 30 minutes. Process strawberries, lemon juice, and salt in a blender or food processor until smooth. Stir into milk mixture.
Pour milk mixture into freezer container of a 1-quart electric ice-cream maker, and freeze according to manufacturer's instructions. (Instructions and times will vary.)
Remove container with ice cream from ice-cream maker, and place in freezer 15 minutes. Transfer to an airtight container; freeze until firm, about 1 to 1 1/2 hours.
Note: For testing purposes only, we used a Rival 4-quart Durable Plastic Bucket Ice Cream Maker and a Cuisinart Automatic Frozen Yogurt-Ice Cream & Sorbet Maker. You can change the berries to change the flavours.

 So that's it guys make your own Ice Cream and enjoy your taste buds as they induldge in the taste of heavens. Make sure to send me feedbacks.

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POTPOURRI OF THOUGHTS......

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  Rain rain.... the sky wept times and again today and although it was supposed to be a shower of happiness it is not for me today...certainly not a reason to enjoy. For several reason. The roads are clogging, the autos and buses spilling the water to the pedestrians (actually me. Who gives anything about anyone else when my kameez is dirty.) The feet gets crappy and traffic is nothing but worse. But these are not the main reason that stole the cheer from the shower. I thought I would talk today about the books I have read. It occurred to me that although I have said I would discuss books especially novel, and I being a voracious reader, its truly surprising I never talked about it. Of course I will come back to the REASON but let me give a brief about the books  I recently read.

  From my recent reads there is Sir Archer's The sins of the Father, which is the second book of the five book series The Clifton Chronicles.The second book is equally tantalizing and if I haven't mentioned my all previous book reading experience were blown away when I read Only Time will Tell.The first book of the series was also the first book of Sir Archer that I read. And was floored by the narrative skills. My salutes. Anyways moving on, The Rackeeter was the next. This suspense legal thriller was a grilling if not gritty read laden with Grisham signature and as usual a quick page turner. I finished it in 3 hours flat. He always charms me with his research and the presentation. I am looking forward to the next books of these authors. Do catch these if you haven't. Simply mind blowing.

  And now the reason. Recently an incident took place at the Jodhpur Park area of Kolkata. If yiou haven't heard about it then it is actually, two tourist a male and a female were chased by bikers who literally want to outrage the modesty of the woman. They hurled abuse and threw bricks and the tourists had to run around the area and the male counterpart had to take life risk to save the life of the woman before seeking refuge in the nearby apartment. The tourists were actually workers of Francaise Du Bengale and the rowdies were a known faces in the neighbor hood who ran errands. Truly unbelievable. The lady cut short her Kolkata stint and went back amidst protests.  There are several other news to break hearts, everyday there is, among Children killed for faulty mid-day meal cooked at a primary school and unrest leading to deaths regarding contesting for Panchayat election. But particularly this one grabbed my attention because after all things tried and tested by the government it comes down to this. Atithi Devo Bhava...

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Wah Milkha Wah!!!....

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Kolkata is spilling like anything and the streets are turning in to a fun aquatica ride especially in south Kolkata.The recent news that hit me are the quota riots that led to several ruckus in places like Allahabad. Truly sad how nations interest and economy is wasted at the mistake of the learned. Also Pran Saab passed away. A truly remarkable actor, was he, he fell short of nothing when it came to playing a role with coola nd elan. A recent winner of Dada Shaheb Phalke award, he is what people call the master artist. RIP.

Watched Rakeysh OmPrakash Mehra's Bhaag Milkha Bhaag. Truly a nation's salute  befitting the great sportsman Milkha Singh. The story-line, Milkha Singh himself has said, is 95% true to his life story and indeed falls nothing short of a patriot who served for his country. with all the great men veiled in the past and their glory trapped in time, or government does little to respect these great people. Of course given the recent scenario the government is busy in other acts that might be termed a racial-ruckus but let's not get into that. The very talented Rakesh OmPrakash Mehra brings the goosebump shaking life-story of the flying Sikh who struggled to live and ran to become a nation's hero. BMB is in all the way a standing ovation to larger than life soldier Milkha Singh.

And that brings us to Farhan Akhtar. boy did he do a great job or what?!! from those high altitude training with tyre tied to his waist to the running he went to the ledge and a step ahead perhaps to portray Milkha Singh. And indeed the portrayal was nothing sort of  life-like. Sonam Kapoor was good in the smallrole and also thriving for attention was Rebecca Breed who played the australian interest of Milkha Singh. She was cute. But you got to mention Yograj Singh. Yuvraj's father played a sturdy Indian coach to Farhan's milkha and I should say I am nothing short of impressed. He genuinely evoked passion and was a perfect foil to Milkha's character. the songs are good. Prashoon joshi deserves a hat's off for the script and the lyrics. The songs are truly brilliant and a classic mark of SEL. All in all a must watch. Of course a treatment like Tigmanshu Dhulia's Paan Singh Tomar should not be expected though both were based on real life story and athlete's. ROPM's BMB is more an ode to the Sikh; a commercially viable film. The locales were great and cinematography deserves an applause too.

 Do try to catch the film that has received a healthy response from all over the world.

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Just saying....

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  And returned. After the vacation worth taking I am back. if you've read the last post you must have understood why I am saying this. But it's over and I am back to driver's seat (not technically but ain't everyone the driver of their life. In that sense. Got it?) So like stupid cycle of life I get back to mend my life so that I reach a position that I can call mine. Where I can settle. A firm ground a  place where(...Ok got bit of Paulo Coelho inside. )

  It's also the birthday of Katrina Kaif and I see many social networking sites flooded with wishes and photos. Also another thing that caught my attention is a poll like thing going on, about which asks the readers about the movie in which Katrina acted the best. No kidding. I mean ask about the movie in which she looked best or made a crackling chemistry; but best acting? Nope I don't think she acted anywhere better than in Boom. her first movie. haven't seen it. Go see. I urge....

  kolkata is getting pleasant and bit wet too. The sun is bit down now and it's cool. I mean compared to some fiery days in the recent past. And I think that now since it has stopped raining I should go out enjoy the nature.I don't get out that much. And another thing after much late-being I finally caught IronMan3 and Man Of Steel. Gotta say both are amazing but I like Iron Man 1 the best. Nothing like that and man of Steel...well er..I think I miss the red underwear outside. It's just that it evokes nostalgia; the good ol' days before Nolan came and made everything alright. Not that am complaining. just saying. What about you guysss....

I AM XCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  Guyzzz have you ever felt excited for something, waited for sometime with eagerness; something simple not with high price but something so very simple that its priceless. And when the moment comes you don't jump with the burst of excitement from outside but rather relish the moment from inside let it seep into you as you indulge in the extravaganza of the affair, as if it were something to be celebrated; but then again it's so simple that you don't feel like partying or going out, just; as I said, relish in itself.

  I am at the pinnacle of one such moment or suffice to say dwelling in the penultimate orb of the galaxy of emotions. I guess I will let it slide by because I am going HOME tonight!!!!!

  Yes, I am going home tonight from Kolkata. Now for those who don't know I live thousand miles apart from  my heart (OK I live 600 km away but it sure feels thousand) and my home is in Jalpaiguri (Again who don't know of this place, Google it. It's surrounded on one side by mountains and the other by dense green forest. A pure fore play of nature, I will say.) and I haven't been to my home for like five months. That's a lot right. And now that I have complete my graduation and sitting at my mess I think, hey what better way than to visit my house where I have spent my whole life...Ok I am getting a bit senti here. Let's cut it. This is a picture that I took from my house balcony in Jalpaiguri. No points for that I guess. Just trying my hand with my 2 MP phone camera. (OK it suckss)

  The fact that I am going to my home after such a long time is indeed filled with happiness, oodles of happiness but I have got work here too and I am leaving them unattended for the time I will be away. Of course I could take them to my house but then I thought let's keep it that way else I won't be able to enjoy my stay there. Aargh!!! this juxtaposition kills me. One side of me wants to let the hair loose while the other constantly pins me to my responsibilities. Did you ever think like that? Did this type of confusion ever occur/ bug you? Let me know.

Also all my friends (well most of them) are here in Kolkata and I may not get to meet anyone except those that are there. But hey I will be meeting them after a long time and it's very touching right. Of course I got to admit that It's my fault that the friend s who are here, we seldom get to meet and that attributes to my lazy lone attitude which keeps me aloof. But what can I do, I was born this way (Ok sorry, no lady GAGA)

  But I guess all things sidelined I am ready packing for my tour and by the way a friend of mine is also going with me so I guess i won't have to stay mum. It's always nice to travel with some one. Don't you think? And another thing. While I am away, although I am getting notorious for not posting regularly, I still mention it before hand I may be absent from blogging for some times. Will miss sharing things guyzzz. Hope you'll return  to reading and keep posted on this blog. And let me know if you have anything to share. Now only thing buzzing in my ears is Chris Daughtry's I'm going home (ha!ha!)

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Whoa!!!! CHeck OUt!!!! Happy UFO day...

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Gosh !!! they have day reserved for this too. Hilarious!!! The fact that Men in Black do really exist are even thought real and there are people who report that they have been in contact, touched and to the extent of abducted by aliens. There are some interesting facts and stories that share the thoughts. Oh! If you think this as hoax then let me tell you... Jimmy Carter, Winston Churchill, William Shatner are some people who will tell you differently.

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One of the most interesting and convincing cases is the abduction

of Betty and Barney Hill. The couple was driving home at night on Interstate
Route 3 in New Hampshire after a short vacation in Canada, when they
noticed a while light in the sky.

Barney got out of the car to look at the object through his binoculars. The light
got closer and it looked like a pancake shaped object with windows revealing
occupants. They got scared and went back home and realized they had lost a
couple of hours without them realizing it.

Betty started having nightmares about aliens and Barney had severe back. A
respected psychiatrist in Boston, Massachusetts, felt they were suffering from
anxiety syndrome and put them both under hypnosis.

He was convinced that they were abducted by the aliens. During the hypnosis
sessions, both revealed separately that they were abducted by bald aliens about
five feet tall, green skin and large heads. They said their skin, nail and hair
samples were taken. Betty said they inserted a long needle into her naval,

which they said was a pregnancy test and Barney had to provide a semen specimen.

One aspect of this investigation that cannot be explained to this day is that in
1963, Betty Hill drew a very detailed map of a star system that was only
discovered later in 1969. She said she was shown this map by the aliens.
Astronomers at Ohio State University compared their computer generated

map with this one and both were completely alike.

Skeptics point out the inconsistencies, including the aliens speaking to Betty in

English while Barney said they used some sort of telepathy.

 Now, more than forty years later, it could not be proved that it was a hoax.

Now do ya realize how far men have come to actually think that there is actually Jadoo-Ki-Jhappi (From the film Koi Mil Gaya). Every year thousands of people report seeing one UFO and it has been surveyed that there are such reported cases of 192 cases every DAY!!!

And interestingly Bible has mentioned about this too. The first documented UFO sighting is in the Bible. The prophet Ezekiel described a "great cloud with fire enfolding itself, a wheel in the middle of a 

wheel that descended and fired lightning bolts into the earth." AND The first photograph of a UFO was taken in 1883 by astronomer Jose Bonilla in Zacatecas, Mexico.

Awesome right?!!! Guess What maybe if you see a light crescent shape in the sky today, don't worry, Maybe they are on a holiday and celebrating World UFO day too by travelling. Nothing is impossible my friend. And better write all your accounts before some agent by the name J comes and pulls the trigger.

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