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Tomorrow is Diwali. The most Beautiful and Expressive of all Hindu Festivals. Although this Festival of lights is now darkened with air and noise pollution and Extremely high electricity consumption but it doesn't stops us from celebrating it in same old ways. Anyways I am away from my family this Diwali again and I miss them badly. As usual these days I woke up very late, watched some old but supper funny Ellen Degeneres videos on YouTube from her early Stand-up days and finally I showered in the evening. Its no secret to my friends that my little flat is an example of Worst Ventilation that may exist so every now and then I have to open all the doors and windows to facilitate the movement of fresh air and bad air out. That's when my land lady came up to door and asked me for electricity bill papers. I pointed it out to the stairs and handed her my two months bill money. She was in particularly good mood today, she asked me about college, parents and finally invited me to d

After several years of work, Shakira is finally ready to launch her new album, and she has already dropped a brand new single called "Chantaje" which means blackmail in Spanish. Its a collaboration with hugely popular Latin singer called Maluma. So the song is in Spanish but I am absolutely digging it coz of the sic beats, it makes u dance so much. If u haven't heard it I will be living a link to the single below. Its a must listen.... That's Malumo...... And here you go, You will love it... Enjoy

Please read the parts I to V of the short story first, before starting with the sixth. You will find them below a few articles down. The next morning: Opening day of the Bhadra Mela After a heated conversation majority of the family decided Chottu needs to speak to Sarpanch about what might happen today. Against his daughter's will, nana said he wants to accompany chottu for his safety. They both hurried towards his house only to find Ahmed mama standing alone outside. He inquired why were they panting and chottu told him about his dream. Ahmed said he knew where he would be now according to his wife. All three rushed to the fields of the fair, where the sarpanch was supposed to be inaugurating the fair. On the way Ahmed mama tells he wanted to meet sarpanch to allow all the poor "untouchable" kids from the slums across the river to come to fair. Nana agreed with the idea, they were innocent little kids after all. Sarpanch sahib was surrounded by people all around.

2016 is about to end and 2017 is here and here are 5 things/events that I'm waiting for- MOBILE WORLD CONGRESS, BARCELONA MWC is a combination of the world's largest exhibition for the mobile industry and a conference featuring prominent executives representing mobile operators, device manufacturers, technology providers, vendors and content owners from across the world. In layman's terms, it will be a tech enthusiast gathering where world's largest tech brands like Samsung, LG etcetera will showcase their latest products and innovations. This year it will be held as usual in February, more precisely Feb 27th to March 2nd of 2017. Cant wait... Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them- The Harry Potter prequel is one of the most awaited movies of 2016. Releasing on 18th of November 2016, its written by J. K. Rowling and directed by David Yates. According to the trailer it will tell us about the contemporary magic world that existed in America, since all H

This is a follow-up on my last article where I mourn some broken-up power couples. This time I will tell you about some stupendous power couples that might have existed, in some other dimension I guess. Here it comes... Rekha and Amitabh Bachhan Amitabh Bachhan and Rekha- My dream couple is Bollywood legends Amitabh and Rekha. There alleged secret relationship was the talk of the town during there days. But unfortunately, his dad arranged his marriage with Jaya Bhaduri. But no one can deny, their on-screen chemistry was beyond the reel life. If they had got married, they would have been a power to reckon with today. Jennifer Lopez and Enrique Iglesias J-Lo and Enrique Iglesias- They are best of friends. They tour the world together, both Latinas, both gorgeous looking, massive music makers and Fashionistas!!! But they are just friends. ;(  While Jennifer Lopez keeps falling in heartless hell-sent guys one after another who leave her as soon as they have taken en

Celebrity marriages have been known to be very "opaque" all over the world. Its all roses and chocolates on the outside and often adultery and abuse on the inside. The recent Brangelina Breakup shattered my heart into pieces, but last night when I read Brad Pitt has been accused of physically and verbally abusing his kids on various occasions, I lost a lot of respect and love for the Actor (that's if the charges are proven right, I hope not) This power couples was an inspiration, a goal for so many couples out there, not to forget each gorgeous Fashionistas, super talented in their fields, were an absolute power Couple. Today I will talk about few such power couples that broke up, kicking little cupid's butt and snap our hearts into billion pieces... Angelina Jolie and Bradd Pitt Brangelina-   Married for only 2 years but in a relationship for 12 years, Angelina Jolie and Bradd Pitt popularly called as Brangelina were Hollywood's most glamourous power co

There is no denial that the human society is a male dominated one. It has been so for the last thousands of years. From the West to the East, men have dominated all spheres of power ranging from Politics to Business and Home. Women have been denied, suppressed and kept away from opportunities intentionally for far too long. Its been a long time now and things are up for a change! India is a conservative country and growing up here, I saw innumerable stances where woman were treated differently. The term "conservative" here is rather synonymous with patriarchy, most women would just be child bearing housewives and have no say in decisions or marriage or any rights on inheritance. In my own family in spite of being equally loved, I being a male child received better resources, more opportunities then my sisters. We are ending 2016 very soon and women today play so many roles that men can only dream. They are proving how very indispensable to society they are, and not just in

Please read the parts I to IV of the short story first, before starting with the fifth. You will find them right below part V. It was an important day for Jaunpur. The government was deploying electrical poles and wires. Jaunpur was moving a step closer to the future. Electricity was a luxury they had only heard of but never saw. Everybody was excited, so was nana. Jaunpur post office was one of the first few infrastructures to see light after dark, free of cost. Rumours said the post office might get fans too. Nana worked at the post office since last 38 years and never in his entire carrier did the building receive such a major overhaul. So by no means was nana going to stay at home today in spite of Sumitra's confession about chottu's nightmare. All the vendors of the market had also applied for connections. The installment was done. Pundit was called to worship the new system. After cracking a coconut, the lever was pulled by nana himself. The lights glowed and chased

Hello, I'm a medical student, 3rd year and this blog is my hobby. Thinking about what to write next I had a stupendous idea. In this article I would like to tell u about a few funny incidents from my med school. Most are funny and few sad. The thing is life of a doctor is not exactly very interesting, as they show on Grey's Anatomy. But sometimes you do encounter interesting stories that you remember for long. The first time I saw cadavers- Anatomy is a first year subject, and I can never forget the first afternoon at the college, when we entered the dissection hall. The pungent, strong smell of formalin was everywhere and it made my mind wonder can formalin fumes be harmful to health, that's until I saw shrunk, dark & scary dead bodies lying on the table waiting for us to touch, dissect and learn from it. I remember a poem saying "when the dead teaches the living", it was literally meant over there. It was utterly disgusting first few days. The obese cada

Lady GaGa- A name synonymous with fame and enigma, has risen once again from her ashes with JOANNE in 2016. Her last album Cheek to Cheek even though a critical and commercial success( it won a grammy), failed to garner my attention simply because it was jazz, and I tried believe it or not but "This lady is a tramp" made my ears bleed so I couldn't go any further. But that's because of my personal indifference over jazz. Thank god, its not Jazz again with Joanne. The fame/monster and Born this way led to an International acclaim so massive, its been achieved by very few in the history of music. Lady gaga became a household name, either worshipped or hated which often had less to do with her music, but more with her costumes, controversies and rivalries. Clearly this girl knew how to make global headlines, that's good publicity. There is no doubt that GaGa is an absolute musical genius, but the failure of Artpop to capture the market like it was supposed to, l

Please read the part I to III of the short story first, before starting with fourth. You will find them right below part IV. The panchayat decided to preside over the case. An investigation from the police was not required because everyone knew the identity and circumstances of homicide. Witnesses were many since the family had been a source of entertainment for the community since long. The date was set. people were curious as there was division in the community regarding who was the victim- a poor woman who was physically abused and assaulted for years and only tried to defend herself when the accident happened or a man who lost everything dear when he found out that his wife had an affair and was planning to elope, and was brutally murdered when he tried to stop them. The day came, the whole village accumulated to hear about the scandal of the year, so did Sumitra, chottu, nana and nani. The jurors were picked, the witnesses called one by one. Questions were fired, answers were

Please read the part I and II of the short story first, before starting with the third. You will find them right below part III. The wind was cold, the sky dark but it unequivocally brought a sense of freedom to Sumitra. She was sitting alone on the terrace. Her hairs blew with the evening breeze, her mind all consumed into the incidents that happened two weeks back. The pain and trauma was still there, wounds were fresh. Anyone else was incapable of understanding of what she was going through. All her life she wouldn't even hurt a fly, let alone murder a family member. She was apalled and disgusted at the sense of liberation she had, simultaneously feeling excruciating pain of losing her husband. She kept playing the good old romantic and passionate days of her marriage in her head, leaving out the dreadful past few years for there was no stimulus to remind her of it anymore. She felt guilty of doing something so terrible knowingly, not taking into account the human nature of d

Please read the part I of the short story first, before starting with the second. You will find it right below part II. Dark was the night and the downpour- merciless. It was as if lord Indra himself cried havoc on the planet. The wind was thick, moaning through out the house rustling heavily against the old curtains. Chottu laid there on the bed beside his nani, with his eyes wide open. The thunder and lightning were too cruel to let a lone child fall asleep when the worst thing happened, someone knocked at the door. The knock echoed through the desolate house at the midnight hour. Chottu called for his nani but she was in a sleep too deep to awaken that easy. Having no choice the boy came out of bed and head towards the door. A dull glowing lamp lit the dripping verandah at night. Reaching above head he unhooked the latch, and pulled the squeaky wooden doors inside. A man stood before him, wet with downpour, in dripping dirty white kurta and the dhoti- all muddy. A little closer

When the rain stopped, chottu had to rush to deliver tea to all the stalls of the Jaunpur bazaar. The traders of Jaunpur were too stern of their tea times. The psychological addiction of tea had taken over their minds insidiously while their generations were busy counting the gains and riches. The rainy season at Jaunpur was a sight to behold in the skies while a battle to win against the mud and mosquitoes on the land. Only if the locals knew how beautiful Jaunpur was, with its old world charm, the colours of autumn, the hymns of the temple nearby and the smell of jalebis and pedes trickling the nose of all who passed by. The bazaar was small, compact, crowded, just like any other suburban market in the east. At any point in the day, one could listen to the cries of the vendors, garment sellers, women bargaining for vegetables, kids running behind the white calf that would escape its compounds whenever it had a chance. As if it was a festival everyday, no time to stop, no time to r