tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77149816906142855462024-02-19T04:51:23.143+00:00 NandiniSpeaks™@©OfficialBlog<center><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HETcl_DEFmY/VdNBWy8Y7QI/AAAAAAAAAYI/qv4DQsjOMBY/s1600/hj_zpsa91ff79d.jpg"></center>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger848125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714981690614285546.post-21026208571930928172020-01-02T14:13:00.001+00:002020-01-03T07:08:38.147+00:00DIGITAL INDIA DOWN THE DRAIN?<br />
<font size="3"><blockquote>Couple of years ago, I had won a contest on Digital India & e-governance. I had written it with much enthusiasm and dedication; and, was really delighted when my post was chosen as one of the top winners. At that time I was unaware that it was a promotional campaign of the ruling party. I mean, yes, to some extent I was little aware as it was connected to the govt's latest scheme - namely 'digital india vision', however, I was little naive too. As I later found out, this govt has been more on publicity, campaignings, marketing etc, whereas, it can choose to do the exact opposite whenever it pleased - as all it's actions reflect that!<br />
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I remember, when the present party was in opposition, it protested whole heartedly against the Section 66A article of Information Technology Act, that was brought about by the previous regime and eventually had got it repealed by the SC. But soon after it came to power, we've seen many instances of how the govt goes against its critics <i>( quite like the ones it once opposed; perhaps, even more brutaly to quell dissent )</i>, thereby, showing its sheer hypocrisy. Everyone is aware how much paid trolls this current govt has and how many the PM himself follows. Less said the better ~ how they have themselves misused internet - trolling ( branding opposing views as anti-nationals, urban-naxals, compulsive contrarians, tudke-tukde gang etc ), abusing ( one's entire khandaan ), intimidating ( even threatening rape/murder ), spreading fake news ~ they"ve done it all.<br />
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Anyhow, it doesn't remain at that, India has <i>ironically</i>, of late, become the world leader ~ of having the maximum number of internet shutdowns, highest number of which was in 2018 itself. So, one wonders whatever happened to the much hyped 'Digital India' when everytime this govt shuts down the net, whenever they wish, especially when fearing a backlash. They seem to have taken a cue from the Arab Springs uprisings that had happened initially via the internet, and then, spread. But, that was against an oppressive regime, whereas, ours is supposed to be a vibrant democracy. So, its quite uncanny when they cut the net everytime they take an uncomfortable decision, which they fear won't go down well with the masses. Last year, we saw how internet was snapped in Jammu and Kashmir after Article370 was removed. Till this date ( since Aug 5th ) the internet is shut in the valley. Later, we saw net being shut in Assam, parts of UP, Delhi, Maharashtra, Karnataka and other states fearing the ongoing anti-NRC & anti-CAA protests. This has been going on and seems to be the govt's latest style of functioning. Snap the net!<br />
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Someone said sarcastically some time ago, why everyone was crying with net being shut down in JK. Its nothing really. Live with it. True, its no big deal to live without internet. Afterall, in the past we had lived through our entire lives without internet, didn't we? So did the past generations, and everything was just fine then too, right? So, I'm sure its manageable now as well. Why the hell ever not? Eh? However, I got the answer when the govt decided to cut internet in Assam after the CAA was passed, in order to stop the protests. But, funnily, they couldn't stop, though ~ the protests! People still came out on the streets <i>in large numbers</i> to protest. Even those keyboard warriors who otherwise would have been quite content fighting it out in the virtual world - they too had come out. So, what was the point really of snapping internet? It only inconvienced people greatly for other reasons entirely, totally unconnected to CAA! It <i>instead</i> snapped the very idea of, <i>the dream of 'digital india'...</i> promoted so heavily by none other than the PM himself!<br />
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Nowadays, internet is so much more than just social media, which this govt fears so much - the main reason for these shut-downs. The govt seems to be obssesed about twitter/facebook posts, duh! But, so many <i>( almost all )</i> vital services are done via net, that its impossible to exist a single day without it. With internet shutdowns services like Ola/Uber comes to a standstill, thereby losses of livelihood for the youngsters who drives these cabs. Same goes for a delivery boy of flipkart, amazon, swiggy, zomato etc other services. Though they are paid a basic salary, they also have daily delivery targets to complete each day based on which they get perks ( per delivery). As such, the no-net days are no-commission days for these people. Not to mention ~ essential stuff ordered online doesn't reach the customer on time. Banks, hospitals, companies, offices and other businesses etc too comes to a standstill. Many people work from home via internet these days, they all suffer. ATMs run dry and donot function in the absense of internet, not to mention flight, hotel, rail bookings, various bill payments, EMIs. Now, in past, when all these services weren't linked to internet, we'd still have figured a way out, but how to do so when each and every aspect of our lives have become so entwined with internet. Encouraged and coerced into by no less than the govt themselves. Remember demonetisation? People were pushed to 'cashless' economy en mass. And that cashless system i.e credit/debit cards, net-banking, E-wallets like Paytm, GooglePay or even govt's own Bhim UPI app requires internet. So, when govt shuts down internet whenever it chooses to, one does end up wondering....has 'digital india' gone down the drain?<br />
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<font size="3"><blockquote><b>Disclaimer :</b> This post does not intend to incite or provoke anyone. It does support NON-VIOLENT protests against this law imposed unwantedly on the people of NE! This is also an account <i>( through my eyes )</i> of what unfolded in the last couple of days in Assam esp Guwahati, as regards to the ongoing anti- #CAB now anti- #CAA protests. <br />
<b>Please Note :</b> The protests in the northeast and those in the rest of India has clear differences <i>( two totally contrasting issues to be specific )</i>. While rest of India is protesting that a certain community has been excluded while granting citizenship to the religiously persecuted minority refugees from 3 of our immediate neighbouring ( islamic ) countries of Pakistan, Afghanistan and Bangladesh, thereby, making the Act unconstitutional; the protests in Assam and the North East however, is against the CAA completely, in its entirety - irrespective of any religion. The implementation of this act can threaten the very existence of the indigenous communities of the northeast, with Assam being at the highest risk, as it already has a huge number of illegal immigrants/bangladeshis due to its porous borders. So, let this distinction be clear. A plea really, for rest of India to understand.<br />
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Unbelievable scenes have been unfolding in Assam and rest of India last couple of days ever since the #CAB was passed in the Lok Sabha. At first, scenes of tyres being burnt in protests all around Guwahati and rest of Assam was being telecasted. These reports intensified on the day the bill was to be passed in the Rajya Sabha and became an Act; and then, all hell broke loose - after it was passed, the bill that is. I've been in Guwahati <i>( my native city )</i> and found myself in the middle of it all as these protests reached a crescendo point. I even had the unfortunate experience of witnessing as police fired indiscriminately and killed a couple of innocents. Here is a pictoral account of what I experienced over the last couple of days. Since internet was shut off from 11th Dec and reopened only today ( i.e 20th ), I could post them only belatedly. I saw unbelievable scenes as people came out to protest in their hordes <u>even without internet</u>. I was immediately reminded of protests during independence or even in the 80's, when lakhs of people used to participate without internet or television at their disposal. It was truly incredible which have shaken the govt too, I'm sure. Never had they expected, even in their wildest imaginations, the public to come out on the streets this way, in such humongous numbers.<br />
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Part 1<br />
11th - 15th Dec<br />
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On 11th, when my mother hurried home after her evening walk saying that everything had shut down and crowds of people had gathered on the roads shouting slogans etc, I was alarmed. She said that someone on the road had told her certain news channels were not working, and there were also rumours of the govt cutting off internet. I had to see for myself, so, I dashed off to see what was happening. As I passed by the market, I saw everything was indeed shut and many people had gathered at various corners of the main road ~ shouting slogans, burning tyres etc. Anybody coming by car/bikes were stopped and sent back or told to go via the other alternate smaller lanes.<br />
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<center><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgqOM3FlLDXY506iGhNCIvKi_6wy6MAHipd_qsX5pN0nTQxsm9Mbu40dNMj5HsnRx8D8GGHlOXzk97ZiEOy8t0Q525K0t3RGmQdg0M2eur-sFltOIdLgBfasM-mRt3poYUgYypKrV65uEr/s320/Photo16337.jpg" width="440" height="256" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGcmnCBUmN5-RMy3yB88XhvJYXnowoGwUcQVmAUwS46G86Gmjt-S6PyLTVd0INFPH6u3xwcM_EfeYYVFouXuqJFOFY07OG0O1H8BGME7MYw2XqHBUp-UxiiXe_WydX8rKDbo0zHqeN1Knl/s320/Photo16344.jpg" width="440" height="256" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic-CwmvL0L0gsl-IwtUsnHeXUFnfZNJaRi1-_ABEufarB7m67mDQ2KW7HkSju6I-CSTPuLsdkGpXKkSP5stkqvUUiz3g3hH80lKCb9AAwfwjiPFP474yhLs6InlH5fJtp5c3fGr6_5HRk-/s200/Photo16342.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcbJeGKPR6scphqzGHpwdmOt0PQWrxFMdk6R-Hf8NB-byOqc6T0pPe1wedjK3mvhyphenhyphenL9qdZHC2-QX0SRig8NmwxXiGQ3DgPIh1ycTcdpzv83j-xlADruZ87vBwAbVIe9M7dgqEngxi3DU6/s200/Photo16346.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQDifBHfNzJZFOqRh3I3QXHq7Z8buPGQWTZukLDW7wVnoJyc_cjidW_usuVv59fKkzHTBH8gUUEh3QAzdccFv5bRZfSUaqb-NJ0I4qJGHS5-1tU7lkDjY1fDaHaipMBUlMIkWBaF8pp2CU/s200/Photo16355.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><br />
"Aahoi aa ulai ah, khedoi khed bidehi khed...<br />
Jodi tumaluk hoi akhomiya, amar logot jug diya...<br />
#Cab amak nalage, aami #cab namanu...<br />
Ai jui jolise, jolise joliboi,<br />
Axom aaji jagise, jagise jagiboi...<br />
Sarbananda, himanta, modi shah, go back, go back...<br />
hoshiyar hosiyar...etc etc"<br />
these slogans thundered through the cold winter evening on the 11th of Dec...</center><br />
As I was returning, some people advised me not to go towards a certain side as trouble had started. Certain miscreants were pelting stones and tearing up posters/hoardings in the main Ulubari chowk area. But since to go home, I had to pass by that area, I quickly started walking towards where trouble was brewing. Indeed, I saw many youths with sticks and stones in their hands. They were throwing stones and interestingly, its one corner where some police vans were parked too. I waited and watched from a distance as to what was going on, and then, after some time of these loud sloganeering and vandalism, a loud boom went off. Police had fired! Everyone started to run helter skelter and vanished within few seconds. Funnily, I found myself alone in the road. I had a leg injury ( from before ), so, I was slowly limping. But the bullet shot had scared me no end. First time in my life, I had heard a fire shot so close. However, at the time I had thought the police must have fired in the air to scare off the protesters. After I reached home, we kept hearing couple of gun shots. That evening the internet was indeed cut off. Our TV subscription too had expired on that day, fatefully.<br />
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<center>the next day...<br />
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a bandh was declared on the 12th and everything was closed. </center><br />
There were however protests organised in the Latashil grounds. Towards afternoon, a helicopter was hovering in the skies. We could not resubscribe the TV because there was no internet and it felt really weird to be completely cut off from rest of the world. News updates were given to us every few hours by my aunt(s). Thankfully, the phones were working, still. As the day passed, getting restless, I decided to go out to the roads to see what was happening for myself, as I was sure people were still protesting. By the time I reached the main road...I could see batches of protesters arriving from Latashil grounds in massive processions, and going towards Dispur Secretariat chanting 'chalo Dispur'. Most of the protesters were ordinary people ~ college students, office goers etc. Mostly in tradiional clothes with the 'gamosa' wrapped around their necks or head, they were raising those same slogans, that I had heard the previous evening. To be honest, seeing their enthusiasm I was tempted to join them too, but my leg would simply not allow. I had not yet fully recovered from my leg ordeal. So, I just walked towards the B.Barua college area and then to the Bora Service area and captured the visuals as I saw them. Its a 3-4 kms stretch in opposite directions.<br />
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<center><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjC77p2n-4UVE-WearvKpr_eILzRSIchCndGhyphenhyphen63bFN3SGlfmCtM2UiO9yYqt47nxkdvns0lM3F_UuYfoMDN3WT6ZBUtl3d2uIdJPx1Dl54ZaH9Pnhv-Be5i2cj4H0L3CqMNPA-palPdrD/s200/Photo16377.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAfiLUg5G2sLpCmoHXqlMGHJwy0Nh006eFNyrbnV2ZM3mPP5nh_gl6KQm8TEAAK59IOk4_AOdJJtIKpCIvOBUSKBpcoiHgzcJOdxiZ1qjudREJLwPM_i7Ta5ZHvVEEFyCgrFq51EygVSX_/s200/Photo16380.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgkpYYr-h3QQzwIGJ7C8Odb50ly6ao-hP1C3_WLXOa7zS4WIOpDkIlijtNfEqos0LFMiu7wK0voDCYt4ydPAVjYADZ48rm5peUlJIvDD-kqQOGFRlw7hqpvbtgOHJ3Hn13k_ll4fs5rOZh/s200/Photo16401.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRyJ67cpVANRzNbLTYHdGvskhSNT9K6-ZAzsuNUQ5-eVzdlqtqKXrxQ0o6I-mGk-uQQ8ZtQ-w6fgMIluuLNXPnLwBv3v1yS0ELm2a2IBSEE7hPkzADTeSv1x3v1y1MwQqfjr-SiVNfqfCm/s200/Photo16402.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5i1MaCXuGbFmzEo4aXfVx52b0yYOXeX-Ql_B-ODKSTYdDWOddphTw57gvwUYGzUaexBcprflx0GlwqZiI4PzXVwXmUdLpa5pybuBqrAWPQltC7_rBnlmouAscuAnfB9aJIPylH2H9yrh7/s200/Photo16409.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhgpwJddLKBBWkdxpc7duFFJ3IDh_1CDskYi-6YckKxvHOfTgdvXm2tPP2DfC6IUQ_9OXheiCzeKEKRE8U6GFRKaSUCqd9p2O6bwibghbZyWLveMa0A2deNzY8zE1T1_3lji5hTTDn_9aP/s200/Photo16410.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><br />
visuals of protests...</center><br />
By evening, even though the temperatures were dipping, the anger in the people were simmering. Again the roads were blocked. People gathered in middle of the road and burnt tyres/logs every few metres, the entire G.S.Road. It was the same case in other roads around the city as well. I saw three trucks of heavily armed CRPF going by. They i.e the armed personnels, were getting prepared too. A curfew was declared. But the public was in no mood to relent. The slogans echoed around everywhere. We don't want #CAA! We won't accept #CAA!<br />
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more visuals of the inferno...</center><br />
After spending 2-3 hours observing the happenings, I decided to head back home. As I was coming towards Lachit nagar area ( that I had passed by earlier ), I saw several police jeeps suddenly arriving in a line, with their headlights glaring, sirens blaring. They stopped and started firing serveral gun shots. Horrified, I stopped in my tracks, because, it was all happening just couple of feet from where I was. Some people who were running, asked me to take cover somewhere immediately. But I was too intrigued, and just stood there in the pavement. I saw those police jeeps then drive past me and stop behind me again. I turned and they were chasing the protesters now, and firing again, non-stop. The sounds of those gun-shots are something I'll never forget in my life. They could've easily shot me too, because, they were just shooting randomly at anyone they could spot - specially, at those who had burnt those things in the road and had run. So, even an innocent passerby could also be hurt in the process. After firing several rounds, they drove on further. I hurried home. Later on, I found out that as many as 5-6 people had died that evening, and several were wounded because of those firing. Throughout the night, gun shots continued. It was truly a horrific night.<br />
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On 13th, my aunt called early morning to inform urgently that the curfew was lifted for few hours so both me and my mother made a mad rush to the market to get some groceries/veggies and stuff, not sure for how long the curfew would be enforced again. Taking advantage of the situation, prices of goods esp vegetables had sky-rocketted. By evening, I decided to head to the streets again - heart in my mouth literally, to take stock of the situation. First, I went towards Lachit Nagar/Bora Service area where there was heavy firing the previous evening. At a certain point I saw some youth gather in a circle. On the ground, that they circled, I saw blood stains, and they were requesting vehicles not to drive over that spot, that day. A boy ( dipanjal das ) had died due to bullet shot on that particular spot. I froze when I saw the blood. I can't describe how I felt that particular moment. I walked further on. No one was protesting, but, some youth hung around. Eerie silence all around. I think every one was shaken up by the brutality shown by the police forces the earlier day. Then, I went towards the Paltan Bazar area and saw a line of RAF, CRPF, Black-Cat commandos and Assam Police in the entire stretch from Apsara Cinema all the way to the Railway Station, lethal looking weapons in their hands. Opposite side, on the foot-path, the public too were standing, facing the armed forces. However, no one was protesting. Another youth was apparently shot at in that area, the other evening. The calm was an uneasy calm, the silence deafening. The road was almost black, due to all that burning the previous evening. While coming back, I walked behind that line of police. Since I walked alone, they let me be. But scared I was, lol. Who wouldn't be? With them flashing those guns! *gulps*<br />
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On 14th, I didn't venture out anywhere. Curfew was on from 4pm!<br />
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<center>15th...<br />
<img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlbgVtTOz8TBCu-McsHlmDy3yjWVpktHf8zNJHUp8wY4LI4doeHrCi3bCetDkERhaI-iQTedsWvlhq_4JD-NexQHwPvhuk5kEQA6M5ZhDdwoIpJ4WNu4t2MRJbwWKC24NiioLZhkhEXch/s200/Photo16437.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD_BYzMBP6-RXtMC5qXTcZC10vQf4hyphenhyphenW0MmpyNfFMBkHrkBU4JmGDcSpISb1mEyWaf4W12I_hLBo7UGQddcRY4dHsI_C2iVBCnTwtOxT3UTNzyNLXrwbLhZ-WLc4d9XQqkjCQl1NP7IrCv/s200/Photo16438.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUoMUExV_3CaN_nAebv42NSowWKr3XqcBqTqYZYeUhKLBc3WwCz7TvlHa6IUrjBQp3HynbrjhD2u540HHqnebBczUim7UUkPa3_dlW3Eg8pJ2aseeI2mqWg8Ifz47QrsV8gxrYVag978GM/s200/Photo16439.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><br />
cultural protests at Chandmari grounds...</center><br />
On 15th too I didn't go anywhere. Thankfully, we could recharge our TV subscription, and I was glued to it the whole day.<br />
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Part 2<br />
16th - 20th Dec<br />
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<img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsNtuLxWdR_6X4rv6oMzUunLIyDe_YIn_dXUDsStGH6xvgnetTgf3t_4wWlkWaIX-92_uCZDUecvDYCMhy58FZPZ1JvnvJ_7Kwy6eIRk4NgeFpC00OskdkifpbIEcIfVX_0-kjakN7Inj1/s200/Photo16447.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihH0cnWND2SMDer2DlgmT_nE5p4Unk-NjInjbDv2VjCdUOscGPRk06nDK2te6zhQzQXz4fStrVai8HOxLJtj1HxzrXu0_rhG4UBXBE6BZGjnKUbmBJKTz47MAgBk34PwYZKasbyqstAe1u/s200/Photo16452.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0_bPxC7pwK9YFlJZ6Btz5f2cSzFh7dPADij3eWFlPWTavbd3bd0U-2ReCs-Of2cQE1KMgYc1UregMHyRAwVVAQvH4DKoPuBcLcoqZl1e9JBtEzcq0NMW0Tu8q3lGn03aZpUaj5zzDpWCp/s200/Photo16453.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /></center><br />
It was announced by AASU that a 'gana satyagrah' would be held on 16th-18th at the Latashil grounds. The curfew time was relaxed till 6pm that day, so, I decided to cover at least one day of the protests <i>( my aching legs would allow me only that much )</i>. I reached the venue by 12pm and the crowds were already getting ready to go up to the DC office and court arrest. This was an interesting and quite a unique way of protest.<br />
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<center><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQmjzqlT4BzyysdG9mVSSOQsu6T6bGU784whyphenhyphenTK50cL0yiwyuiqd6TwClyB7IVp9gtNHsdIHqCyMy3FXkqNJzwW3ZuKkkWzUACPtLbAJY1FNCufUaFQJkHd7976JybZRu3W7aBrjz2ULHq/s320/Photo16457.jpg" width="440" height="256" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7QgkP0tH61WhRcqlph-bXMkhSUi971IjN1OP6gwBrujJdgoqKEvZ13RW4KW9Vsxts52La8_EY3euTm-jbH6gVsJ8krfe53gqpQ1TUG1HoQbmu7mmxAtEO7jNoGKZQxFXZYmTPAO0pzO-Z/s200/Photo16464.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKmQGOLbrXJHxlRTqAF8cJRnpX3XKYiYC2ZQweLVUICkiqU1PwO72lNxf9IPRidQu6JBtoXhp1GxyKchMJtCRMZ3gswup2v2Py8_y9aQ1QERawSsCzTMCiU_78aImT3wl6lnAx-tUgUc_N/s200/Photo16465.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGlm04DzYVosV6YsRlAlC3H46eBY-cT1jIV2t_mcyIiop6LCt_ffmfSXGg0gn1UB0cGuWHWk18UHgx-4Chx02a1a5SuvbpfCtP8oamiH86tUlazHY7Qy06kIC6ttgg7VEJsRQt5tmGJSW_/s200/Photo16469.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><br />
lines of protests...from latashil to dc...<br />
the main slogan this time - 'hoitu #CAA baatil korok, nohole amak arrest korok'...<br />
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courting arrests...<br />
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Since the protestors were asking either to remove #CAA or be arrested, the police obliged the latter. The protesters were taken in buses to a temporary jail set up in Dighali Pukhuri grounds. But, there were so many people who courted arrests, that the ground filled up and was running out of space in no time. In the end, the police had no option but to release them all within a couple of minutes.<br />
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<center>the temporary jail...<br />
<img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOavySweVjj3rdeOrf3iTkIJ_KurEY79LgVKDeybFee08MTWq5G_njanz5oVo4vM2FPxLpmggA3RaNW56YOrbJmi1DBmyxr07AEncuRLJHXHU-KOBqkigc3xm28eM90X7d-GLeNGo1ivba/s320/Photo16504.jpg" width="440" height="256" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj1beABIkPvmePRUMSFBXoP8nUlXpGHV2a8PhLfyALLF8vg5lmnRfCd1ZuHyKMKgax8T90GYiWD-OdSSZ-08Mr58_Yol7S6LyyJTM0np5NzMRlndIanhhfx3gwT6eN2zvLuILplXoKdfqp/s200/Photo16506.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhqZR9L-cE9_GW3MusqMICkg-JiZKVGGZBtAfIUPuxuVdHdsZS2ci3qw79gbyEjpMZEQUha_DY3oxn-a_fGD_axz4pyuVdSLOJ07K-wyXKyP1IK-0n5LzS0XtxtmGkgzQkbyVrGk8EFtd/s200/Photo16515.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiljX6ql_tApxM4pAsqcwbMd0pFspmw2wnlAmura_qBsC3uIGPU1Pz9Tw_YWYIc21mqQ1OSfcqABo4GeQcUiTi7at12lL5HtdS5day36_4GCZXk1IyZJhwtRX9RoAB72U3UNdiRx0XtswON/s200/Photo16528.jpg" width="180" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><br />
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the pictures speaks for themselves...<br />
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16th, 17th, 18th...a repeat cycle of courting arrests...</center><br />
If the matter wasn't so serious, it'd have been actually funny - this whole exercise. Of gathering, protesting, taking out the processions, getting arrested and then released ~ in a loop.<br />
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keeping police super busy...<br />
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2nd cultural protests at the Chandmari grounds..</center><br />
On 19th,I decided to cover the 2nd cultural protests. Seeing astounding success of the 1st protests, inspite of no internet, the govt by then had announced Rs.50k each for 2k artists and 55k govt jobs. These offerings were mocked on the stage as being too little too late, and a kind of bribe to stop the people from protesting. It was more like an insult actually. The people resolved to keep protesting till the Act was removed permanently, non-violently, while also doing their regular work. The cultural protest had all artists whipping up songs with lyrics of protests in them. The atmosphere created was that of patriotism devoted to Ai Axom ( motherland ), at its peak; with the sensation Zubeen Garg adding to the glitz.<br />
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Indeed, the protests are still going on, albeit, in a non-violent manner in all small villages, towns and cities of Assam, by various groups and organisations. Simultaneously, the fight is in the courts now as well. And like I mentioned, unlike rest of India, people of Assam and NE donot want the bill imposed upon them ~ in its entirety. They reject it completely. They have taken in many illegals and want '71 to be cut off date as per the Assam Accord. Modi and Shah are welcome to make all these illegal bangladeshis as citizens and take them to Gujarat, but, not in Assam! Not at any cost!<br />
Joi Aai Axom!<br />
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<a href=”http://nandinispeaks.blogspot.com“>NandiniSpeaks</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714981690614285546.post-20327283778959293732019-11-10T12:19:00.000+00:002019-11-10T12:19:15.997+00:00THAT GIRL!<br />
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She's there.<br />
yet, not there...<br />
She goes about the day<br />
without a care...<br />
She disappears,<br />
as fast as she appears...<br />
She never lets anyone near,<br />
unlike in past, not far...<br />
She now, likes to be left alone,<br />
She was once,<br />
the talk of the town...<br />
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<i>““Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.” - from Harry Potter and The Order of The Phoenix, J.K.Rowling</i><br />
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“There’s very little hope Miss. Nene. The child is not responding to the medicines at all. In fact, his body cannot take in such strong doses, as it is very weak. We’ve tried our best. Its all up to God’s wishes now.” Maria took in the news with disbelief. Her two year old son was diagnosed with blood cancer, and now the doctors were telling her this – that, <i>there was no hope!</i><br />
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It couldn’t be happening. She had brought her baby to the best hospital possible, spending away all her savings. They simply could not give up this way. She tried pleading, but the doctors shook their heads helplessly and walked away.<br />
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After three days, the small baby breathed his last. And Maria’s whole world collapsed. After her lover, her child too was no more with her. She had no more tears left to shed. It was traumatic enough for her, when Tony decided to cheat on her, when she was pregnant carrying his child. After days and nights of continuous fights and arguments, he walked out of the house one day, never to return. All these had put immense strain on Maria, that out of depression, she started taking refuge in sleeping pills and other drugs/sedatives. Little did she realize, her reliance on these un-prescribed drugs were extremely harmful for her unborn baby. It had resulted in her child being extremely weak after it was born.<br />
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And with a small-time job to hang on to, <i>to keep both mother-child alive</i>; leaving the child at day care didn’t help matters at all. The baby was deprived of essentials like a mother’s milk and proper nurturing. But now, there was no use thinking about it. Her baby was no more, and she came to an empty house everyday that gnawed at her.<br />
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She couldn’t bear it anymore. She wanted to go away from it all. Leave everything and move far away; where this pain couldn’t reach her. Was there any such place? There were the drugs to calm her, but she hated them now. She had thrown them all away. They were the reason her child was badly affected at premature, and eventually lost his life.<br />
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<b>“Job of Governess vacant. Apply urgently,”</b> Maria glanced at the classified ad. She looked away hopelessly throwing the paper. She couldn’t even bring up her own child properly, how could she look after someone else’s? They may also end up dying due to her, she thought negatively. She was a cursed soul. But even then, she slowly found herself applying for it. The job opening was in Dubai, and she desperately wanted to get away from Bombay – which hounded her continuously, with painful memories of her lost child and the cheater lover. Maybe, once she got to Dubai, she could apply for some other job too, she thought ~ <i>a little ray of hope dawning</i>.<br />
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Once Maria landed in Dubai, she met young Shadab, who was to be under her care. Barely 8 eight years old, Shadab had only his father. His mother was with the angels in the house of fairies, he told her.<br />
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“She looks over me from above, all the time,” he said, pointing at the skies, “But what to do, God was feeling lonely with no company, so he called her up one day. But I’ll surely meet her some day,” Shadab said, with a hopeful smile. “Till then, will you be my mummy?”<br />
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His innocent question baffled Maria. She was rendered speechless. Shadab sensed her discomfort and quickly added, “I mean not in that way. My father will never marry anyone else you see; he loved my mother too much. But I miss her a lot. I just wanted little love, like my mummy used to. I want you to love me like my mummy, that’s all.”<br />
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Maria couldn’t control her emotions. She hugged young Shadab close to her bosom. Tears streamed down her cheeks. “Of course, I’ll love you son. Like your mummy,” she said.<br />
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<font size="3"><blockquote><i>Hello friends, long time...how ya'll been...</i><br />
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Last two months, I've been nursing a leg injury. My right leg <i>( esp the inner knee )</i> has been paining like crazy <i>specially</i> when sitting/standing or climbing stairs. It all started when I kick-started my scooty, I felt discomfort couple of times in my ankle and later made it worse by doing some squat-walking exercises which put additional strain in my leg. Now as a result, I'm limping around. I was hoping the injury would heal; but, its been two months now, there's been no respite. My movements has been greatly reduced and I'm wallowing in self-pity and pain. I've been dreading to go to a doctor, hence, don't really know whats gone wrong in my leg/knee. If anyone had similar experience and got relief, do let me know - <u>without suggesting me to go to some doctors</u>. I'm scared of them :o Anyhow, to cheer up my spirits I decided to do some pandal hopping by literally hopping <i>( pun intended )</i> on one leg , as its #DurgaPuja/#Navratri time here. Since, my leg could carry only so far, the neighbouring pandals were all I could cover. Here are some of them. For me it was nothing religious, just trying to admire the various creative 'themes' these pandals were set up to. So, maybe, I missed some of the better ones..<i>ah..well!</i> Enjoy ~<br />
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<img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqZwAfnQLyzycEJmJ5W30xwRzhgQX8DAb1yRlrcy_XNmhxPmrFPaW4KUQ9NqP2hLsYBRJCnbNuxOj8TOZTbd7_I6sDz3nkSkCJSibC3QQOAZtYVoqHx557jK3VWamBv1THPakVCppuQ0j4/s320/Photo16258.jpg" width="440" height="256" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><br />
outside entrance decorations of the first pandal, at night...<br />
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<img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNPdXfNRKH-vhb_z0ogDDlYr3ph9M7ea8CUtDYRpxvUeQWv2uTH-N1bKz3dxXV6r_pw3Xx_vGzNAujFF6XIQyXSQgRYJIOnkRkDTpcHE0xwuE5oRhC21rPrGTxk0tvXUTtLQ9kefhb4L7Z/s320/Photo16263.jpg" width="440" height="256" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><br />
this was the nearest pandal to our house...nothing fancy...<br />
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<img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCVf4dlg9OZwO9fLqm-KyISDfF9qtpsh6oIv-gzjdZrwYrNfmVIay1mjEoXe7B54ZvtWve7vTw8JN3ZF5BFIJQIEMwhNpRmNHki_tauI7liU6XTrRNrZUj3VXhcC_23nBOPMoKhgtt4Bn/s320/Photo16264.jpg" width="440" height="256" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><br />
infact, I found it bit dull...the idols were placed inside the building, duh!<br />
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2...<br />
<img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOV4GuH2oMpVuzO_xbK9D0c2m-TJ5NLMKrDDiQa15oG-RExPIo9b7p-ijR8XQjeYxKP_K6tCKNvHMubE3nHICBReCMM19wSJhJpdQ9BqYoIufH9SMsfBwbEhN5FG-Wh6Fcu1s6qwWZOin9/s320/Photo16259.jpg" width="440" height="256" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><br />
second one was slightly better, but didn't have any elaborate entrance...<br />
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3...<br />
<img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguuSyrYTIzC99NByAZ9swPUcutoFNd0dpayatXRpJ7fcCb8QVNGMJZ9ZJAtoBCppN1c_MUXoieN_kXsOsKvR_IvAut212REx_MikeWhH_jOqGV5srYum534bGbIMqUT6D0_bwyd-nl5Dfo/s320/Photo16260.jpg" width="440" height="220" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="412" /><br />
this one tries to showcase assamese 'dhols' played during bihu...*me likes*<br />
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<img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtBTStz-5OI2GqdFdWuUILqGxjZ_PMNg6R2VoCGK3gJRnvBs2teWzBjw_DgodPnEBen3rQVXRgZI3Bfa-86LciSvgsKEmqHySnld1BCGKcU_z6Tq0Zqsmp3v26FGlwkpZTrBPKs3OLnACV/s320/Photo16262.jpg" width="440" height="256" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><br />
insides was good too...this place was covered in the local news as well...<br />
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4...<br />
<img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVb1hb80ghFHAwWsRh4bpzdgBjFxo5J4wkkziu_BLAUTyzz8R5NH7P9eddu6WsCG4LW_B832YccNHzCnZtLmgF5tTua_Acxb3fSEQgzc3z9Sw1LHWYa32jJp_W0c9bQowl3dAQXo9aDgyX/s320/Photo16266.jpg" width="440" height="256" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><br />
this one was quite big...the entrance encroaching the main road ;-)<br />
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<img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgacX1xqRYLMKBfq6QuRa7jCF1fiqUudm09omQ55-wVrmA0w1DeBWH8-4YGHdnwWWgjoJWMvzSJzfOpmmwi2-GIcmONuBWF4PObhA1Wrw3yRbrL9RgCPepoGTn07JZWGDfOVrKAY0t35EKe/s320/Photo16268.jpg" width="440" height="256" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><br />
when I saw its theme...everything was forgiven...it was dedicated to the army...<br />
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<img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmZs44byT5HhAnJDpHE41Wr73GX8jnaJukI0SCCJszbJOoOrnTnzUf-pOyC4mAQVlHiDTzQIYXtl-90nPgkCYN75MBWxbBKMldb0Slh9X3u_C1NnFEf6Dqc63dJPdAJwku6XWZVk7Unm4/s320/Photo16269.jpg" width="440" height="256" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><br />
the idol inside was a single one ~ of Goddess Durga only ( slaying demons )...<br />
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<img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLJ8h_ekkFvIxZLdyO5DgGq26TO28nxd9kfuYPKqQdDD_MuRPTsHTgqvPCrKKVgwHtecHZgiTKEspWcOu6MBz3XjPtLOMjMWdfN6IhmJRkGQROcAtSiBviZxtjanLaX4W1JXE9prdbQ4_X/s320/Photo16270.jpg" width="220" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWQclQ1uiku99a5u_FeRg6O6I3WTMNwbbTz6qNZMx0JKxM6YJJ6rkPzxBKyymb-ecD2k0C1LOFcE_QAoPzwrzk8wlJpax3t_GuA_N3Kv_JBhwGCaODd41Z4S_fZuPH1Lex9aCdIQ55nU13/s320/Photo16271.jpg" width="220" height="160" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><br />
the hall had lots of photographs of various army engagements over the years...<br />
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<img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3r_KgA0IDurYXwu34Tu5LRvzZhdRsUcEj6iYiqWui40vljHs_K-pUVD1P-xVpd4TOABCH5rd8mRYw4jleUVxmzE4-NPqxyDIj05hCVqIUgBW-hK4kFEL-i8L9NMwoNSZn2KJdXMDrNSOR/s320/Photo16272.jpg" width="440" height="256" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><br />
outside had pictures of #pulwama martyrs...<br />
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<img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQUScRCVLMXs_5OK1CcRMnKNizTg2Mo61mL8mlCuBRTqwtWfEGj3GaWIsfRVTvEybDfkmO6LrK3j1KnL4MZlDm0cXjmhqd8yO0oFPRMhxbMthHMdVF64bzU51nxIGfZ6qAxBWJcgmowC9/s320/Photo16275.jpg" width="440" height="256" data-original-width="600" data-original-height="480" /><br />
miniature depiction of the amar jawan and a fighter jet...<br />
the pandal played patriotic songs which gave a very patriotic ambience...<br />
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not far from the previous one, this pandal was a grand one too</center><br />
Needless to say of all the pandals I visited, I liked the patriotic pandal <i>( dedicated to indian army )</i> the most; although, the idol inside was a simple one. It did stir up patriotic feelings and I could see many visitors feeling the same as I did :-) So, that's it, folks! <i>Hope you enjoyed my pandal hopping ~ ( hopping on one foot ) :-) </i></blockquote></font><br />
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<i>“We tell ourselves stories in order to live” -- from The White Album, Joan Didion</i><br />
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Clutching the weekly groceries clumsily, in both her hands, <i>hoping they didn’t fall</i>, Matilda, a 46 year old spinster, hurried home hopping crookedly on her artificial right foot. Yes, it pained a lot on getting strained, whenever she tried to walk fast, and the wooden leg-case was getting old and worn out too - screaming immediate repair. <i>She’d have to do something about it soon, she thought to herself</i>. But for now she needed to reach home fast. A story idea was brewing inside her mind and she was getting restless. She needed to write it down. She always got this excited, whenever ideas flashed in her mind. Beginning of a new story – they indicated. Her sole reason to live! <i>Her audience would be delighted too.</i><br />
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“Good Evening Miss Matilda, how are things going on dear?” <br />
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Matilda nodded her head in acknowledgement, at the familiar voice of her neighbour. She barely spoke to anyone, except for an odd greeting or so, that too only when spoken to. She always kept her head down whenever she walked by the neighbourhood – <i>often only to collect groceries</i>, so that she never had to greet anyone first. Rest of the times she preferred staying indoors, locked up in her room – her own little world! A safe haven, that wasn’t as nasty as the outside world. A world where she had her own special friends too, with whom she would chat non-stop, often for hours on end. She couldn’t wait to be back with them. They were waiting for her patiently too, especially Greg – her eyes twinkled remembering his name. Greg was most special of them all. And he’d definitely love this new story idea of hers too. He always did - <i>a devoted audience of her stories.</i><br />
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A cough distracted her from her thoughts. It was her neighbour, still waiting for her answer.<br />
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”Good good, same as every day,” Matilda replied hurriedly, as she fished for the door keys in her over-sized old gray sweater. It had some big holes in it too, that gaped at whoever spotted them, telling their own woeful stories of unwashed, un-ironed years of neglect. <i>She’d have to buy one sweater too someday, Matilda mentally noted again</i>. So much work pending and so less time! She better hurry. Getting the keys at last, she inserted them into the key-hole.<br />
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“Ah,yes! Of course, anyways have a great day of whatever is left!” Her neighbours too never prolonged any conversation. Knowing her somewhat reclusive nature, they mostly left her alone. Never invited her to any of their gatherings either – she’d never come anyway.<br />
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Once inside, Matilda finally breathed a sigh of relief. Cooped up in her ‘own’ abode, she relaxed at last. The outside world made her claustrophobic. She preferred the damp feel of her room to the fresh air outside. She felt most comfortable in the familiar stink of her surroundings; of unwashed dishes, rotten vegetables or garbage lying unattended for days.<br />
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“Honey, I’m home,” she said gleefully, “You want to know what happened right? Will tell you right away darling; let me change first. Gee…I hate it when I go outside, always makes me feel so filthy.” <br />
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She went to the bathroom, but before closing the door, she remembered something and popped her head out of the door, “And you know what sweetheart, I got this wonderful story idea. Just can’t wait to tell you about it.” With a smile, she closed the door and let the cold shower running. She hated hot shower – cold shower ensured that she didn’t wash properly and came out of the water soon.<br />
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“So were you being a good boy when I was outside?” Matilda came out of the shower and hunted her old nightie until she got it, and pulled it over her head. Her room was tiny, dirty; with things scattered everywhere. <i>She’d have to clean up someday, she thought to herself</i>. “So like I was saying, I got this awesome idea.” <br />
She sat down by her old type-writer, at the edge of her bed. “I’m sure this time they’ll approve my story and publish it. It’s unlike any I’ve written so far. You wanna hear it right? Of course you do. Let me type it first, and read it out for you.” <br />
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She put a piece of paper inside the type-writer. She had typed something in it earlier as well, but it could be re-used again. Of course, it could be. She had re-used the same paper over and over again already, having told hundreds of stories through it. <br />
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A picture of Greg stood in an old photo-frame in front of the type-writer, by the wall. He was the one who patiently listened to all her stories. <i>Only he knew that the type-writer didn’t have any ink-cartridge in it.</i> He was dead, so her secret was safe. </FONT></BLOCKQUOTE><br />
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The above folder used to sulk at me ~ for almost 5 years :o whenever I used to open my laptop. I know there should be many more sub-folders in it, but, I've been bit lazy and anyways, these <i>current</i> sub-folders itself has tonnes of places and pictures in them, so, they are quite a handful <i>in themselves</i>.<br />
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For various reasons my blogging had taken a back-seat last couple of years - health issues and moving of places; but this year, I had made a resolve to get back to it - because, its something I simply love doing! <i>I get energised blogging...!</i> Hence, completing the pending posts was only the natural thing to do, besides, choosing other topics. Between 20014-16, I solo-tripped many places ~ all over <i>( in India )</i>, and my other blog <a href="http://nandinireviews.blogspot.com" target="new">nandinireviews.blogspot.com</a> was waiting patiently to fill it up with them. Its where I write my travels and reviews of products/services etc. I gave myself the goal to complete all those pending posts <i>( but, within a limited time-frame )</i> - hence, a blogathon it was to be. I chose the month of August, and boy, did I complete it on time or what. It was a marathon in truest sense, because, I completed almost 83 posts <i>( the target was 100 )</i>! Anyhow, 83 <i>( in a month )</i> is also not a small number by any means, considering the frequent outages we had at our place, add to it, my lappy throwing tantrums like some mischievous lil' kid midway.<br />
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So there! Heaving a sigh of relief <i>finally</i>, that at least I could manage to fulfil my target. So, go ahead and read the travel section @<a href="http://nandinireviews.blogspot.com" target="new">NandiniReviews</a> - cos' that's where all the action has been, <i>in full swing.</i><br />
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My travel posts are unlike others, because, I love observing and writing about the journey more than the destination itself...so, they concentrate more on the trip. I'm planning to do more travels in near future as well, do look out for those as well.<br />
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<font size ="3"><blockquote>Cat -lover? Errrmm...lover is not quite the right word. Because, I certainly don't love cats, or for that matter, any pets at all. Hmmm....lets see a 'Feeder'?? Yes...it should be the Reluctant cat-feeder! Thats it....cos' thats what I'm precisely doing currently - <i>albeit</i> very reluctantly.<br />
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As already mentioned, I'm a big time no-no when it comes to pets. I dislike pets, yes, I do! Its perfectly normal, not to like pets too, you see. Our tribe exists as well. Now, before all animals lovers and peta people come chasing after me, let me clarify, that - although, I"m not a pet lover, I don"t mean them any harm, till of course, they leave me alone as I'd do the same. I never get in their way, so, would expect the same courtesy from them as well. And we'll all live happily ever after in our own 'separate' spaces.<br />
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Now, only if it happened that way, right? Every time on the road, I find all kinds of stray dogs wanting to fraaaanship me. And all kinds of cats coming and going from our compound, as though, it were their ancestral property, and not mine. Hmmph! One, once, even took the liberty to lay all its kittens in our attic. My mother tried to chase them away, but, as if they'd care to listen, no? Huh! I thought, now, if they've made it their home, they better fend for themselves too. So no feeding-sheeding from my side. I'd ignore their existance, and hopefully, they wouldn't encroach any further. But, does it ever happen the way I wish? Hell no!!!<br />
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So, two days back, one feline furball decided to give me the shock of my life. It crept into one room, the tenant of which has been away a month, through the ventilator via the terrace. Once coming inside, I guess, it is not been able to get out, so its 'meowing' the whole place down! It caught my attention no doubt <i>( although, I didn't see it, only heard its frantic meows)</i>, and I'm at my wits end wondering what to do. The boy who lives in the room won't be back for couple more days, and his room is locked from outside. So, I'm unable to free the cat. The cat too doesn't go back the way it came, so we both are stuck with each other.<br />
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Since, I didn't want it to die <i>( okay, I have that much heart you see, whew! )</i>, I tried feeding it chappati and bread, but a google search informed me that, its the least thing it'd want to eat, cat being meat eaters... Now, I could do well without this unnecessary burden, and ignore it perhaps; because the cat, if it really wants, it can definitely try escape via the ventilator or window <i>( both are open )</i>; but no, it just wants to try my patience, knowing fully well my dislike for them #grrr. So, it is staying put in the room. Humanity or is it Animanity, lol, made me google up more and even make a quick visit to to nearest pet-shop and get some cat-food for it. Phew!! Kya kya karna pad raha hai....who would've thought, I'd visit a pet shop, ever!! The very thought, makes my head spin :o Anyways, so I got few packets of cat-food and giving it every few hours, together, with some water+milk mixture. I don't know if its eating or not, because, I'm throwing the stuff either through the ventilator or pouring underneath the door.<br />
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The fact that it comes near the door meowing as soon as I prepare to feed, makes be believe it's been eating. So, although, its not something I'm enjoying doing - I have become the reluctant cat-lover err feeder :| go figure that!<br />
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Update : <b>PANIC SETS IN</b> - So, the third day or so, i.e today, after going through the same feeding pattern, both my mother and myself got spooked when inspite of knocking and mimicking its meows, the cat didn't respond. After a long time we heard a faint meow...but, it was so faint that we feared if it was unwell or perhaps dying. I'm not really used to feeding cats, so got alarmed if we did it the wrong way perhaps. So, whole day I made my mother try out different numbers of plumbers, carpenters and labourers we knew, if they could help break the lock. The cat's spooky silence got us really freaked, and towards evening we mananged to get someone to break open. Once the lock was open, was I furious or what! The cat lazily came out from underneath the bed, nicely yawning and stretching and all. So, it was not only alive; but hale and hearty, and really kick-ass as well. Damn, I so so regretted getting the poor boy's lock broken. The cat...the naughty, and really really mean cat to get us all panicked so much. We tried shooing it away, and, it just wouldn't go. It rubbed itself and was really unconcerned about the heart-attack it nearly gave us. It was a sight in itself...light brown-goldenish, elegant with slight whitish on the face and tip of its tail. Alas, it did go out of the compound in the end, but will it be back? I hope not! :3<br />
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<font size="3"><blockquote>I closed my eyes shut. The familiar sound near my bed had woken me up again. It had become a regular occurance, of late. As though destined for what was to come next, I resigned myself to it, my fate. All hairs in my body, especially at the back of my neck had stood up; in fear, in helplessness. A chill went down my spine. It would happen again, and I would not be able to do anything about it.<br />
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I lay on the bed, on my side as still as I could....motionless. I could barely move, as though paralysed. I could hear it moving around my bed, until it stood behind my back, in front of the bed and then, after a few paused moments, that familiar pressure in my bed. It lay behind me slowly, as it crept up on my back, <i>almost</i>. I could smell a strange <i>almost weird</i> uneartly fragnance, spread all around me, enveloping me, and its heavy breath came upon my neck and back, making a growlish hissy sound. Dreadfully, I waited for it to get over soon, only that, time stood absolutely still. I felt my back become warm as it hugged me in its embrace. I wanted to scream out, but I couldn't. It pressed its entire form more and more into my back, as though digging onto me. It just felt all warm. I sensed danger but I also knew, it wouldn't really harm me. Bruise me perhaps, or try and make me succumb to it and gain control of me, possess me. But it wouldn't kill me, not yet. It needed me <i>( or any human )</i> alive, so that these nightly exploits could continue; atleast, as long as it wished, or found its next prey. It needed a live human for what it was trying to do, violate my body. It needed humans for its carnal(?) exploits. And, it was not a human.<br />
This last thought, and realisation ran an alarm bell in my mind. I just could not let it happen. No! I had to resist myself...fight it out. I tried to push it, mentally; and, sensing my struggle, it grew aggresive ~ its growlish hissy breath more sinister as it grabbed me in its hold and tried to pin me down. <br />
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No...!!!! I pushed it away. It was the hardest few seconds of my life. I tried to shake my paralysed state awake, and pushed and pushed myself till <i>atlast</i> I managed to turn in my bed. I forced my eyes open, and 'it' wasn't there anymore. Nothing was there infact. The clock ticked away at the mantlepiece. Through the faint moonlit night, I could see it was past 3 am!! <i>That hour...oh!</i> I was fully awake now, and recollected what had just happened. I was all alone in my bed. Nothing else was in it. I turned around to make sure. Yes indeed, nothing was there. So, it was all a dream, or rather a nightmare I thought to myself, a sense of relief creeping into me. As I lay on my bed again and drifted off slowly, that strange <i>unearthly</i> smell was what I last remembered, <i>and what had lingered on....</i><br />
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<font size="3"><blockquote>When I had gone to Bombay, in the early 90's, my classmates then used to tease me that I was from an adivasi place of jungles where people did hoo-haa, jingalala wearing tree-leaves, and ran around half-naked <i>( of course, they were kidding, but, they didn't know much about the place I came from, either )</i>, and I'd be like ~ Oh..hello...Assam is not a junglee place and people are far more advanced in their thoughts and way of living, compared to the ones in Bombay, inspite of the latter being from such a big city. Deja vu moment ~ rest of world thinks of India as a land of jungles, snake-charmers etc; while rest of India esp those Bombaywalas thought northeast to be like that! Eh!!<br />
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True, besides that, if you've lived in Bombay over sometime, you'll come across such backward mentality too, that, you'd wonder how come they are a part of such a modern city, in the first place. With time, you'll discover mind-boggling existence of several layers of the society, that makes up the city. And that explains the contrast lifestyles of each, living just next to each other. The tall, posh skyscapers next to the slums and the middle-class housing societies & chawls cramped, in between. Its because, Bombay is largely a migrant city, and all types of people come from different corners of the country, bringing with them their own cultures and traditions, some often skewed ones too. So, you find all types of mentalities here. The ultra modern and also the ultra backward; and everything else, in all shades in between. Each wants to hang on to their own views and beliefs. And in most cases, they'd prefer the others to be like them too. While the ultra rich and modern, do not particularly care and minds their own business; its the other i.e the middle class and lower ones, who, perhaps more due their own inferiority complexes, insecurities or simply wanting to herd together, expect the others to be like them. And if not, gossip begins. <i>Oh she is like that, she is wearing that etc. </i> Well, I guess, this bitchiness goes on in the high-society too, esp in their kitty-parties lol. Anyways, I guess, its far more rampant in the middle and lower ranks of the society.<br />
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I lived in one such middle-class housing society for over a decade, and I observed this <i>( annoying )</i> behaviour, mainly from my neighbours. Like most of them have been totally obsessed about me, what I wear, where I go, what I do etc. They can't digest the fact that a girl can live independently, away from their native place, without any parents or relatives nearby; and so, are always gossiping behind my back 24x7. This, in such a modern city, right! <i>oh well...it happens, ask me!</i><br />
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When I compare this with my own native place, its such a contrasting situation. In my place, you'll find it common for girls ( like me ), who have gone outside to study and live. Not just in other cities within India, but abroad too. And, the assamese society see it as their pride or achievement. Unlike many other states, they encourage the women to go out, work and live free, and not like places where girls are dictated what to wear or do; like to my horror, happens in a place like Bombay too. Like I said, most of these migrants like sticking to their outdated customs and manners, nevermind, if generations have lived in the city.<br />
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When I was strolling in my native city recently. I was like totally impressed <i>( and awed too )</i> at the sense of dressing of most of the female folks there. They dressed young, modern and very hep. This fashion you'll only find abroad, or the ultra modern in Bombay wear. If one wears them in the lower ones, they'll be bitched and gossiped about for sure ~ like, kya pehni hai, kuch sharam bhi hai ya nahi. <br />
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The malls, and even the flea markets there in Ghy, have these modern pieces and I dread to think, what my neighbours back in my Bombay house would think or comment, if they see me wearing any of these. Even my decent capris and tunics sets their tongues rolling, so forget these hot-pants or micros, minis altogether. So, yes, such mentality, although so backward, inspite of being in the midst of a thriving modern city like Bombay is a reality. And mind you, my house in Bombay is right in the middle of the city. And its not just clothes, your whole lifestyle <i>especially</i> if you are a female is scrutinised and questioned. A far cry from my native city. And they think Guwahati or Assam or rather the NorthEast is backward. What an irony! Lolz.<br />
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If one goes to other states in the northeast too, one will come across a far more progressive mindset. Especially, when it comes to women. One will find, many of these societies matriarchal and not patriarchal i.e women folk are regarded superior to men. Often, its the men who goes to live in the women's house after marriage. The property belongs primarily to women, and the women inherits it. There's hardly any instances of dowry or female foeticide; caste divide is unheard of, although, each tribe takes pride in their ethicity. So for women, being born in northeast, is more like a blessing than a curse, as is the case in the rest of the country, unfortunately. If a woman chooses to live alone too or not marry at all, they are not hounded as it would usually happen, yes to my horror, in a place like Bombay too. Remember, the neighbours of mine there, I mentioned? ;-) <i>Sigh...</i><br />
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However, I have not let their mentality affect me. I'm not there to succumb to their backward mentality or culture <i>( they are all marwadis, marathis, gujus and sindhi/punjabi folks )</i>, I'd rather carry mine proudly, i.e being a fashionable and progressive NorthEasterner/ Assamese with my head held high. Let them remain puzzled, intrigued and shocked about me for the rest of their lives, what say, lol! I seriously don't see them becoming more open-minded in this lifetime atleast! <i>( hell, I might just wear a micro-mini when I'm there next, and see their reactions, heheh )</i><br />
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<font size="3"><blockquote>As my mother sat in front of the mirror and started preparing to go somewhere, I asked her curiously - where she was off to. It was an unusual time for her to go out <i>( in the afternoon)</i>. "Oh..its my friend"s birthday, today. She is throwing us a party in a restaurant. So, I am off for lunch". With that, she continued putting her kajal and lipstick, before heading off for the rest of the afternoon, leaving me with my eyebrows raised.<br />
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Another day, I caught her in the same situation, at the same <i>unusual</i> hour. "Another birthday party?" I asked her.<br />
"No, today we are going for an event. Its a visit to an old-age home, where we are contributing something each, collectively". She replied, a glint in her eyes. I was like...<i>oh yea, sure...</i><br />
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Next time, I was left literally shocked when, I caught her packing her bags. "Now, what's up?' I questioned her. And she excitedly replied to that, <i>albeit</i> a bit casually too, "Oh we friends have planned a trip. We are going to Majuli, and we shall be back in a couple of days."<br />
"But", I began, "what about tickets and all?"<br />
"Oh don't worry about that. Everything has been planned and booked in advance. We simply have to land there. If we have time, we may go few other places too. I'll show you the pictures, once back". Saying that, she continued packing and re-checked her list, if she had left out anything.<br />
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I was left gaping, of course. These sudden burst of activity was surely a new thing happening in the house, each passing day. I was glad, but at the same time, quite overwhelmed too. My mother was catching up with her school buddies, and how. Mind you, they are the 70+ folks and they are not connecting though facebook, if you thought that, as many others do these days. They are connecting the old method - going each other's houses, and yea, perhaps little bit of technology <i>too</i> like the phone. But nonetheless, its a very exciting phase in all of these women's lives. All grandmothers now!<br />
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Was it always like this? Not at all. In fact, my mother hadn't met any of her school mates for decades, even after her retirement. She had no social life as such. A working woman, all her life was spent going to and fro her office, and bringing her two daughters up. She did go <i>once or twice</i> to her sister's place, but, that was it. Even almost half a decade after her retirement, nothing had changed, except that, she spent more and more time alone in the house.<br />
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Then one day, she decided to go to the nearest 'naam-ghar', where the neighbourhood women assembled once a week, to sing bhajans etc. Thats where, she actually started her 2nd beginings <i>in the social sphere </i>. Once she started attending this weekly affair, she started making friends with the other women folk. And thats also where, she bumped into a school friend. And like they say - the rest is history. That chance meeting led her to catch up with her other school buddies, and they all bonded. And how, may I add! Everyone exvhanged numbers. They started meeting in each other's birthdays, having fun ~ threw parties, exchanged gifts. They added more and more events in their schedules - like day-time picnics to nearby places, gathering and contributing to social causes etc, and even adding outstation trips in the itinerary. So, my mother got super busy within the last 3-4 years. In all of these, they never used any medium like facebook, instagram etc. They've been all old-school-methods. <br />
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And these interactions are so much more genuine. They all care about one another, visit each other in times of need, without a spectre of envy in each other's mind as it'd have been in the current generation <i>( nothing like the bitchiness of kitty-parties too )</i>. These friendships are like a breath of fresh air. And if you think, they behave like a bunch of oldies - you are so wrong! Although, they don't use technology as such to remain updated, they are all quite modern in their thoughts and stylish too. You should see how they prepare themselves while going out. I had caught a glimpse <i>once</i> while seeing them off for a particular journey. Like my mother, many of them are widows now, but they don't believe in wearing dull colours ( as people would normally expect them to wear ). More colourful and bright, the better for them. And, I love this attitude.<br />
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In their old age, some of them have even departed forever <i>( onwards to their heavely abode )</i>, but has it halted or dampened the spirits of the rest in any way? No way! They want to enjoy every remaining days of their lives without any negativity, or fear. They <i>infact</i> want to celebrate more parties, more picnics and more outings together. And I hope, they never call it a day.<br />
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Big cheers to these 70 plus folks! Their tribe are surely an insipration to the rest of us.<br />
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Whenever I roam around the market place I often come across these. Even when I'm in a mall or any clothes store, I see a dedicated space or a corner for these. What are these? You might think! Oh well...these are bra shops or outlets, that I"m talking about today. I'm sure every woman spends some time <i>at least</i> in these, during their various shopping outings. Now, what I've been recently noticing is this, that, these shops are increasingly selling padded bras. Initially, their numbers weren't much, but these days, its the padded bras that catch your attention first. These colourful thingies are hung everywhere, and you can't miss spotting them. So, I guess these's a lot of demand for them...because, thats all thats available in some outlets. You'll find these padded options more than the regular ones. So, I think, every other female out there on the street maybe wearing one of them. The padded ones can be of thick or thinner variety, but they are padded nevetheless - which is often a spongy layer in between the outer fabric. <br />
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Whats the problem in all of this, you may be wondering. Well, its fine to wear them in winter time. But I have great problem advising anyone to wear them in summer though. If your summers are spent in AC, then too its okay. But if your summers are spent outdoors, in the sun, where you sweat a lot, then, I'll advise to strictly avoid wearing them. Instead, choose the lighter cotton version. We should not wear clothes that doesn't let our skin breath. And these padded bras does exactly that. They block the air flow, trapping the heat and does much damage to your body and sensitive parts, such as the breasts.<br />
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Women wear padded bras to enhance their appearance or perhaps to overcome their short comings - such as smaller breasts, but what these bras end up doing is make them much smaller in the end. How? You may be wondering.<br />
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Well, in summers we sweat, don't we? While we sweat in lighter fabrics too, it gets multiplied several folds in case of padded bras. Because, the heat generated is far more, <i>and worse </i>added to your existing inner body-heat, which increase during the day. Prolonged wearing of such, in the end may not just reduce the size due to excessive sweating in that area; it can also lead to other complications such as itching, skin problems and more seriously - breast cancer too.<br />
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Now, wouldn't that be sad? So, while you wear them thinking they are contributing to your overall appearance, they are slowing but surely causing harm instead. So, avoid wearing padded bras in the summer and do your body a 'cool' favour! </font></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p> Unauthorized Duplication Strictly Prohibited. Copyright 2013 © Nandini Deka – All rights reserved </p>
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<font size="3"><blockquote>I remember writing a post just after the ‘#14ElectionResults. I was neither happy nor sad that #BJP won. Everyone knew about the various corruptions by #congress, so it was okay for me for someone else to get a chance, although, I personally didn’t like #Modi. I was rather indifferent. However, I had hoped Modi would fulfil all the promises he made <i>( he had surely made a lot )</i> – who can forget ~15 lakhs in everyone’s account from the #BlackMoney he brought back from abroad <i>( within 100 days, his party promised )</i>; 2 crore jobs per year; all illegal #Bangladeshis out and many more such – <i>acche din</i>. However, within a few months of coming to power, he started doing U-turns and I noticed him only going abroad or campaigning during various elections. He did his #MannKiBaat monologues, and seemed to appear all the time on TV <i>( although, he never did any interviews/press conference; just marketing and propaganda stuff )</i>; I wondered, when did he actually work. Then came #demonetization/ #GST and pushing the #aadhaar down our throats; the soaring fuel prices <i>( that mysteriously paused only during election times )</i>, the slumping of economy <i>( but fudging of data )</i>, and many such unpopular measures; the lynchings and growing hate crimes towards #muslims, #dalits etc, violence against women <i>( and his eerie silence in all of these )</i>; not to mention, the growing turmoil in #JK and attacks on our armed forces <i>( by both terrorists and #naxals )</i> which increased many folds. So much for him & his party claiming that the country was safe under him.<br />
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We all saw the 4 Supreme Court judges coming out, #RBI and #CBI dramas, the controversial Citizen Ammendment Bill #CAB, #Rafale controversy, the throttling of free press, but, pampering of its paid <i>( godi )</i> media <i>( the likes of Republic TV/ TimesNow, ZeeTV etc anyone? )</i>; increasing NPAs, and the fleeing of bank fraudsters under his watch <i>( mallya, nirav modi, lalit modi and many more )</i>, and what not. So, well, my grudge and annoyance against everything Modi, grew leaps and bounds every passing day. He just proved nothing more than a ‘#feku’ and ‘#jhumlebaaz’ as twitter rightly trended him.<br />
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Now, just because I criticised him, people thought I was a Congress/ #RahulGandhi supporter. This couldn’t be further than the truth. I have not seen any of #RaGa's work- he never even held a ministerial post, so, I hardly knew him except for his family background. Unlike Modi, who criticised #Nehru all the 5 years, for his own failures, I didn't criticise the congress simply because it wasn't in power <i>( I had criticised it when it was in power )</i>. When it is no longer making the rules, it didn't make sense to criticise it, hence, my focus was on the ruling party - as it was their decisions which currently affected us all. Well, modi-#bhakts would simply not understand this logic, or they are simply paid to #troll any modi-critic as a congressi; or better still, #AntiNational, #UrbanNaxal, #CompulsiveContrarian and what not, just to divert attention. Anyways, like I said, I am not a congress supporter, heck, I don't support any party at all. <i>( It'd be hard to criticise them if I did, no? )</i> But, having seen the BJP’s mis-rule this past five years, I have been <i>of late</i> preferring any party <i>( yes any, duh )</i>, other than them, at power. Infact, I’d have wanted a coalition – where everyone kept the other in check, rather then power going into only one's head - <i>like is the case with current BJP</i>. That said, we all know what happened. The #2019Electionresults!<br />
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BJP won. As someone rightly said, it was a race between a #Ferrari and few bullock carts. The amount of money spent in this election by BJP has been unprecedented. And all their violating of rules like the MCC, their stealthily & illegally launching of NamoTV etc. It was simply not an election where everyone had a level playing field. If during '14 results I saw people rejoicing, then in this '19 results, I saw people stunned. The EVM did the trick? <i>Oh well....</i><br />
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I'm not expecting anything different this time, only anticipating far worse. Don't know where we go from here. I can only hope against hope, that the person at the helm <i>atleast</i> acts his age...and not behave like a 'feku' he did past 5 years! <i>Phew! alas...kintu...parantu....sigh...</i></font></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p> Unauthorized Duplication Strictly Prohibited. Copyright 2013 © Nandini Deka – All rights reserved </p>
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<font size="3"><blockquote>I know, seeing the title of this post, many will expect a whole lot. But let me say it in the beginning itself- my beauty routine consists of nothing. Yeah, you read it absolutely right – <b>NOTHING</b> at all!<br />
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Recently, I saw a youtube video where the female youtuber was presenting a 5 minute 'minimal' make-up routine of hers. I’m not a make-up person, hence, it sparked my curiosity as to what can be minimal. I’ve always hated make-up and have never in my life used any. My face sweats a lot <i>( Indian climate aaarrrgh... )</i>, so, even using a simple day cream is a torture for me, forget layers and layers of make-up. It’ll all get messed up in no time. The closest I ever came to using anything called make-up was a <b>BB cream</b> which a brand had sent for me to review. It was simply horrible and my face just sweated it away like mad. Hence, I’ve never used anything on my face. I like it fresh. I know, I should use a moisturiser or a little something to protect it, but my skin simple screams a big NO!<br />
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So, like I said, I was curious what ‘minimal’ thingy this youtuber was offering. Maybe, it'd help someone like me. But, was I left so aghast or what in the end!!!! Well, first she started of using a cleanser <i>( which was okay kinda )</i>. Then she used a Vitamin C serum and moisturiser over it <i>( still okay, I guess )</i>. After that she used an SPF, a make-up primer, then a liquid foundation and on top of it a powdery foundation <i>( and the hell-ride begins )</i>. She used two types of concealers underneath her eyes one on top of other <i>( blending it as she said )</i>; next, a concealer lock. Then, she used a high-lighter on the high points of her face, like the cheek-bones and sides of the forehead. Last but not the least, she used a powder compact over her entire face. She then moved on to use a bronzer, and then, a blusher on the contours. She did her eye-brows with two types of eye-brow filler <i>( it looked like a colour palette )</i>. For eyes, she used a base colour first, an eye-shadow primer and then a creamy eye-shadow in the middle and another 2 shades each on both edges, and underneath her lids. Ah, then of course, she stuck her false eye-lashes on and fluttered. By the end of the video, I was left gaping. Was this minimal? I wondered aloud. If this was minimal make-up, what on earth was heavy make-up then? OMG, the way she piled on one product after another in her face :o I noticed, she lived in a cold place like NYC, so, maybe it was tolerable for her skin. But still….I mean….WTF!!! <i>What was minimal in all of these?<br />
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One thing I didn't understand in all of these is, if you first apply foundation/ concealer to make your face look even i.e one colour/ tone, why the heck do you then use bronzer/ contour / highlighter and other stuff to make the different parts of your face in different colours. Wasn't your face already that before the make-up? Okay, thats just me being Meh!!!</i><br />
Anyways, so , that’s why I’m not a beauty-blogger. I just can’t imagine the torture it’d be to be one. At the end, the youtuber did look good on the screen, but am wondering what was the effect in real life. Won’t using so much products on the face, make it look stuffed, cakey and what not? And how on earth does she really feel with all those stuff stuck on her face the whole day, and night? <i>( she has another routine for night IMHO )</i> EGAD!<br />
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I know girls love make up and swear by them, hence, the beauty industry is the most growing industry, but still…….<i>phew!</i><br />
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Anyways, I know, I’ll never be a make-up person. If till date I’ve avoided it successfully, then, there’s no chance that I’ll start using any in the future. Having said that, I do look into 'skin-care' regime with interest and follow one. This are basically the cleansing, scrubbing and a face-pack <i>( all anti-tan ones )</i> – all washed off after using, of course. So, nothing remains in my face. I use a toner sometimes, and that’s it. I use sun-screen only on my hands and feet and never on my face- it’d be again too messy. I carry umbrella instead, for sun –protection. Yes, an umbrella goes with me wherever I go. I don’t care what people think, but for me that’s the best option. Also, I don’t like covering my face with scarf like some girls do. I use scarfs only when I’m riding my scooty in the sun as I cannot carry umbrella while riding it :o <i>I wish, I could, lol</i>. So, it just hangs in the scooty hook in the front during that time, ready to rescue me once I'm off it.<br />
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Like I said my face has absolutely no make-up at any point of time. And I prefer it that way. Its comfortable and feels fresh n light. For eyes, I use the eye-pencil or kajal and for lips ~ a lip liner. I just outline my lips and never fill it up with colour. So, the middle is always bare. And, that’s my regular look.<br />
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<i>As the story goes...once a man fell in love with a girl and wanted to marry her immediately, as she looked so beautiful; so perfect. But on their wedding night, he ran out of the room crying 'who is this girl???' The girl apparently had removed her make-up, and he didn't recognise her :p </i><br />
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I feel no-make is the 'real' you. Whats there to hide? But, each to its own. Who am I to say anything to anyone. Its their wish and their life after all. Like, its my life to choose and do what I like. So folks, that was my beauty routine :-) <i>minimal no? heheheh....</i><br />
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<font size="3"><blockquote>'<b>NandiniSpeaks</b>' i.e this blog, shall complete 10 years next year. But is it my only blog? Not really....I remember having started blogging much earlier, ever since the early 2000's when internet first arrived in India....when they were called 'web journals'. <i>( Before that of course I had my manual diary/scrab-book where I scribbled a lot )</i>. There were many such <i>web</i>-journals sites where I had accounts and would contribute, including creating pages in geocities/googlepages/wordpress and the like. But most of them are dead now <i>( except wordpress )</i>! So its been an ongoing <i>re-discovering</i> process. <br />
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I came across more communities related to blogging when I started this blog. However, most were international ones, until I stumbled onto a few Indian ones too <i>( thankfully )</i> sometime towards the end of 2012, and afterwards. I've always liked communities that had a forum kinda place and where we could promote posts, build networks, chat/discuss etc, rather than those which were merely dull directories. <br />
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<b>Blogcatalog</b> <i>( international )</i> was one such. Though, at first, they took quite a long time to let me in :o However, once I was in, I was quite involved. It was a totally ad-free space and for a long time I wondered how they earned their revenue, as the owner there gave me their <b>paid VIP membership </b>for free, like I assumed, he must've given it to others too. As I suspected, that model wasn't going to sustain for long, <i>( there was no monetising option either for the bloggers or the owner himself )</i>; and because of such, it just vanished soon. From what I know, the owner last <i>( before making some last-minute attempts )</i> sold it to someone, who tried changing the entire model completely, but it simply collapsed. Sad, because, I had come in touch with so many good bloggers there. Now, the site simply isn't there anymore :-( instead, some russian-alien looking forum pops up :s<br />
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<b>Blogmint</b> was a community without any point to interact with others. It was mainly an influencer platform. The bloggers would be invited for various brand campaigns, and once selected <i>( as per Social Media follower counts/blog niches etc )</i>, they would get paid after completion. It was all good....but things became worrying. I noticed, they started giving preferences to influencers with many followers....and here's where things went crazy. I noticed many bloggers/inflencers trying to boost their followership by buying fake followers in bulk, and the ignorant brands would choose them. I had done many assignments with Blogmint, but this was worrying me no ends. My 6th sense told me end was near, because, such frauds won't sustain for long. Its really despicable that these bloggers/influencers tried these fake-follower-boosting methods, because, who was to gain in the end? <i>Just a bunch of bots?</i> I don't know, why exactly the site stopped operating, but I'm happy those influencers lost their money in buying fake followers :| @DUH!<br />
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‘Log IB bhi chorte hai kya’, one blogger exclaimed, when during the sidelines of an event I informed her that I left a particular community -<b>Indiblogger</b>. It was like unthinkable for her. And, I was like, eh, why not? It wasn’t the end of anything. As it was, I was blogging much before I joined that community. Granted, that I benefitted a lot in terms of blogging, and that community helped me grow, but when certain things caught my notice – particularly, their biased nature towards some buddies of theirs <i>( who were blogger too )</i>, I decided to part ways. They made rules, but didn’t follow their own rules…tweaked n twisted whenever they pleased to accommodate their frenly bloggers; and the attitude they showed... well, well, I wasn’t impressed anymore. <br />
As I left that community <i>( I had asked them to remove my profile permanently )</i>, I had a niggling feeling that the community would cease to exist soon…and yea, slowly but surely it died. Maybe, there were commercial reasons...and brands were inching more towards other platforms or whatever....the IB as I knew, declared itself, done and dusted with. Some features remain...for how long, I don't know.<br />
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<b>Blogadda</b> was another community that I joined just before the above mentioned. <i>Its not dead yet</i>....although, I feel its been dragging itself along the rough path. I gained a lot from it too and I can only hope it fights and wins this battle of existence.<br />
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There are other communities too that I've been part of - some alive, most dead, but these four I was quite close, and its really sad, three are already dead and the last struggling to stay alive. Phew!!!! <i>Thats life folks! Everything is temporary in this world, including life itself</i><br />
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<font size="3"><blockquote>So friends, I just noticed that my last <i>( unpublished)</i> post was over a year ago; and the published one, over two years ago! Now, is that a cause to worry or not? Yep, I'm literally panicking. How on earth did I become so lazy? Like seriously!!! Anyways, methinks, too many things contributed to my being inactive for so long.<br />
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Lets analyse them one by one - the causes, heheh :-)<br />
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Yeah so, in 2016, around march, I had moved from my city home <i>( in Bambai= Bombay )</i> to a place literally rural, and totally cut off! Its quite far and there were many reasons for it too. First, my health. I had some serious health issues - stress related, heart related, headache related and all combined, it made a mess out of me. I felt claustrophobic in my city house; which is right in the middle, near the busy railway station and I just wanted some clean and pure air, away from the crowd. So, I bought a place in the country side and moved there. While there, my health improved a lot but everything else suffered. The place is so remote, that the network there is pathetic. I could consider myself lucky if any call got through at all. Blogging n all, well forget about it...the internet there didn't simply understand what 'speed' is. So, if I had to post something, I'd have to carry my lappy, all the way to my city house and post it from there. And before long, it became quite tedious; specially so, when during one such trips, my lappy got squeezed so bad, that its keyboard simply gave up!!! In the end, no matter what I typed, the keyboard would give out its own 'asfasdfgasdf' kinda words. I didn't want to change the lappy though, as it had 'my entire world' inside it, which again would be simply too tiresome to shift to my other unused lappy. Okay, okay I admit I was just too lazy a person! Which, I still AM, btw!!!!<br />
Anyway, so even buying a detachable usb keyboard and carrying it along to my city house was kinda......OMG!!! Have you not seen the local-trains rush...so, to even imagine what it might be like!!! Yea....so, most of what I typed remained inside my head, <i>hence</i>. And I missed tonnes of blogging events too <i>that</i> I can't even begin to mention. My casualty was <i>thus</i>, my blog :-(<br />
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In beginning of 2017, in Jan, I got a frantic call from my mother - my father was in the hospital. 10 days after I reached my native home in Guwahati/Assam, my father expired. The months that followed were spent just hopping to and fro from my native place. I went back to Bambai in April.....until march next year, 2018, I did everything else <i>( watching TV ;-) )</i> except blogging. In March, I went home again, then in July back to Bambai, then within 25 days in July itself, I again went back to Ghy. Then again, in Feb2019, I went Bambai, and by April I was back in Ghy. So, largely, I spent the last two years <i>( spare a couple of months )</i>, in my native house. Simply, because, I wanted to give my mother company; as now, after my father's demise, she's been living alone. And yeah, so, my casualty was my blog again :-( I know, I could've still blogged, because my network in Ghy is far better than that rural house back in Maharashtra, and the trouble of carrying my lappy all the way to the city house there, well...well, excuses...excuses...I know :|<br />
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So, to cut things short....I've decided to blog again, <i>( atleast, till Google permits and it doesn't shutdown 'Blogger' the way its shutting everything else :o )</i>...the time I'm in Ghy - So, I bought another usb keyboard - hell-yeah!!! I'll, hopefully, just finish all those pending posts/projects - especially in my reviews blog....cos' those are literally in a limbo. And yea...am good and much sorted now....till I of course go back to Bambai...and the merry-go-around from my rural-to-my-city-house-back-to-rural-house-and-so-on keeps on happening indefinitely....<i>( till of course, the rural connectivity catches up - Digital India, anyone? )</i> And no, if someones wondering, I have no intention of settling back in my city house there.....I'll keep it for sometime..till I manage to sell it off. My health doesn't allow me anything more than an overnight stay there!!!<br />
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My next plan of action - for blogging, of course :-)<br />
I've decided to spend atleast 2-3 hours daily, in blogging. I know, its not much....but right now, I'm just too distracted with other things too :-p <i>( I can't mention here, heheh ),</i> to devote more. I'll also try and reconnect with those lovely 'writing prompt' sites and contribute - hope, they still exist :o And, plenty of fictions, I promise :*<br />
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That's it for now - see you in my next blog :-)<br />
keep smiling, xoxo<br />
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He was late again. My work-aholic bf had absolutely no time for me. While I had all the naughtiest thoughts of him, he seemed more married to his job. Hmmmph! :3 Since, there would be no sight of him tonight as well, I took my scooty out and decided to ride away my frustrations. Some way along the deserted highway, the breeze gently blowing my hair, I soaked it all in. Indeed, my scooty seemed to give a bigger high than my bf these days. As I drove on, I saw someone waving at me. Someone needed a lift? I thought to myself. Who could it be...that too, this late at night and in this deserted highway? There was no other vehicle at sight. <br />
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As I came closer, I could see it was a man, trying to stop me for a lift. I slowed and from the headlights of my two-wheeler, I could see the most handsomest hunk I had ever set my eyes upon. He was hot as hell and as he smiled at me, I nearly swooned. I remembered my bf, but didn't want to think of him. Not this night, with this hottie right in front of me. Tempted, oh hell...I sure was. I got excited thinking what could happen ahead....ooohh! ;) He flashed a grin as I almost stopped in front of him. But then...... I remembered my mother's words - ''ND, don't talk to strangers and never give them a lift, ever!'' My mother's words thundered inside my head, and reluctantly, I shook my head at this handsome hunk. I started speeding my scooty again, but not before I saw the expression on his face change. <br />
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As I sped, to my horror the handsome man too started moving...errrr running infact, at the speed of my scooty :o More I accelerated, more faster he came, alongside my scooty - an evil grin now playing in his face. I sped, he ran...I sped, he ran.....side-by-side! Me in my scooty, he in his legs.......and now, that I noticed - were two feet above the ground :o What happened next? <br />
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<center>~~~</CENTER>Four friends were returning home from a function at another village. They had to pass through a thick bamboo-tree forest, and were advised never to look back while passing through it. The path was narrow, so, they walked one-behind-the-other. It was a dark moon-less night, and the tall bamboo trees made it seem even darker. <br />
As they walked, the first three friends heard a huge thud behind them. But remembering the advise not to look back, they walked on. Meanwhile, a huge bamboo tree fell in front of the fourth friend. Trying to catch up with her friends, she hurriedly tried jumping over the fallen bamboo tree. Just as her leg was mid-way above it, the bamboo tree gave a wicked laugh and sprang up, taking the fourth friend along with it. A wicked howl of laughter rippled through entire the forest and then a LOUD 'Gulp!' The fourth friend was gobbled up. The other three friends walked on one-behind-the-other ignoring all the noises behind. <br /><br>Recently, a neighbour of ours died. He died quite young. Whenever I was in my home-city I used to see him.; his house is visible from ours and I saw him come and go multiple times. Being neighbours, we obviously knew each other. On the day he died, we came to know and I felt very weird the whole day. The kind of uneasy feeling you get when someone you know dies. And even if you don't want to, you do end up thinking and conversing about them. Although I knew him, I had never spoken to him as such. He had however spoken to my mom several times when they crossed path.
The day he died, at night I went to sleep feeling weird throughout. At about 3am or so I woke up suddenly to a very eerie feeling that someone was present in my room. I instantly remembered the person who died. The coridoor light outside my room was lit, so I could see around. Suddenly, I saw a black life-size ( flat2D) form floating horizontally just few inches on top...I just laid there in my bed frozen. Then slowly, the upper half of the black form started to whiten or become slight yellowish...and a face started appearing. It was my neighbours face...and it seemed to make a sad face...I literally saw the mouth form a downward curve as if in slow motion. The whole figure all this while was moving...eg when you look into water you see your reflection moving...similar to that.
I felt horror that time and kept saying in my mind....go away...I didnt call you...go to the light go to the light...you must go...you must go...
After few seconds the form slowly vanished. Rest of the night I kept my room light on. For a long time, i could not sleep. Only when day-light started streaming towards morning, i fell asleep.
The next day too similar thing happened. Exactly around 3 am i woke up and saw the black form hovering over me. It then slowly changed the colour to yellowish...but by then I started saying go go...took Jesus, st.Michael and hanuman name over and over....you have to go, you are not welcome..go away etc etc Then the form swiftly went over my head and disappeared.
After the second night however, I didnt experience it anymore. This incident reminded me how couple of years ago when my dad and aunt died within a span of few months..how something similar had happened - waking up at around 3 am and having a black form hover horizontally above my bed. Those incidents too had happened for couple of nights...and finally stopped.
Such incidents has started to make me wonder if the soul, once dead, visits us or comes to say bye after they die or they simply watch us. I dont think its a trick of mind because I was fully awake and the visions was so vivid. I still cant forget the sad face my dead neighbour made...
What ya'll think? Anybody experienced something similar ---- black form hovering above bed at 3am?
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As they walked, the first two friends heard a huge thud behind them. But remembering the advise not to look back, they walked on. Meanwhile, a huge bamboo tree fell in front of the third friend. Trying to catch up with her friends, she hurriedly tried jumping over the fallen bamboo tree. Just as her leg was mid-way above it, the bamboo tree gave a wicked laugh and sprang up, taking the third friend along with it. A wicked howl of laughter rippled through entire the forest and then a LOUD 'Gulp!' The third friend was gobbled up. The other two friends walked on one-behind-the-other ignoring all the noises behind. <br />
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As they walked, the first friend heard a huge thud behind her. But remembering the advise not to look back, she walked on. Meanwhile, a huge bamboo tree fell in front of the second friend. Trying to catch up with her friend, she hurriedly tried jumping over the fallen bamboo tree. Just as her leg was mid-way above it, the bamboo tree gave a wicked laugh and sprang up, taking the second friend along with it. A wicked howl of laughter rippled through entire the forest and then a LOUD 'Gulp!' The second friend was gobbled up. The first friend of the lot walked all alone now, ignoring all the noises behind. <br />
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As she walked, a huge bamboo tree fell in front of her. Taking a deep breathe, she didn't hurry to jump over it; instead, she decided to walk around it. She was smart and she reached her home safe. <br />
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<center>~~~</CENTER>As he locked the door and switched off the lights, my heart skipped a beat. His breath filled the room, echoed *shyly*, by mine. I had been waiting for this night for far too long. Our night, atlast...all ours <3
As he walked closer and held me from behind, my heart started racing madly. Scared and excited, both at the same time. He murmured my name huskily and nuzzled at my neck, I groaned with pleasure. It was far too romantic than all those millnboons I had read. His hands played with my hair, while his face plunged deeper at the base of my neck. My neck never felt more sexier than it did tonight.
His hand held me steady, my knees having gone so weak already. He then, whispered my name, with urgency....yes, Oh yes!!! I was ready too...oh so ready. While his mouth traced my neck, I could barely hold the excitement of what lay ahead,
I heard a noise, just near my ear....was it metallic?? I didn"t bother....I closed my eyes as I continued soaking in the pleasure. And then, I felt a sting near my collar-bone....my my...I thought, my lover was getting naughty or what ~ biting me like that ;) I ignored the sharp pain, as my lover penetrated deeper and deeper. I heard some swooosh siiiiip sounds, along with his rapid breathing...I moaned with delight..the pain in my neck increasing.....
I felt weak....but then, I ignored thinking...who doesn"t become weak in love? The long sluuurps continued with me barely conscious now...
My lover, meanwhile, dug his fangs deeper and deeper into my throat, sucking the blood out of my veins, an evil grin on his face....he was a Dracula
<CENTER>~~~</CENTER>He looked deeply into my eyes. He was the most handsomest man I had ever been out with. 'I have something to tell you,' he said, his voice deep and sexy.<br />
'Yes.....tell me', I could barely whisper. His eyes held mine, in captive, over the glowing candle. <br />
'I am a ghost'. He said. He was my new bf. We were out on a date, our first <3
'No, you're not!' I retorted, not convinced. I hardly expected this...I was expecting to hear something errrr more romantic :3
'But then, I am, I am, you've got to believe me', he tried to convince me, almost pleading now.
Maybe, he was trying to impress me or whatever with something unusual...I decided to play along. 'Ok fine, I'll believe you are a ghost, only, if you give me some proof.' I drawled, 'Say, become invisible, right now!' I challenged ;)
He flashed me a smile. 'Hey, thats an easy one'! Saying this, my bf vanished right before my eyes, into thin air.
He was indeed a Ghost !!!‘
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~~~</CENTER>Stranded in a deserted highway, in that fateful rainy night, I was lucky to find a car coming my way, atlast.<br />
'Lift?' the handsome driver asked, as he pulled up by my side.<br />
Who was he...at this time, at such an ungodly place.....I wondered, as I quickly nodded and got in. Too tired to ask anything, I dozed off, before of course, catching a strange smile playing on my saviour's lips, in the rear view mirror.<br />
After a while, I woke up to a speeding car with no driver ...only an evil laughter echoing through the car.....wheeeeee<br />
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<center><img border="0" width="99%" alt="#PeriodPride" src="http://i0.wp.com/www.womensweb.in/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/PeriodPride-blogathon-2.png"></img></center><table bgcolor='#ffffff' border='0' cellpadding='7' cellspacing='0' height='300' width='100%'><tr><td><center>..¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸</center><font color='#oooooo' face='Open Sans Condensed' size='4'><blockquote><center><b>MY PERIOD TALE</b></center><br />
<b>The Dreaded Topic</b> : When I saw the topic, I was actually like - Eew...Do I really have to write about this, what will my readers think, why am I trying to write about my periods, is there a dearth of topics in this world that I now want people to read about my private stuff, afterall, is it even a topic to discuss openly? Well, I'll be honest, there's a certain hesitation when the topic does come up. Its not as if I've never written on it, I did, several times <i>infact</i>, yet, the hesitation, the unease does creep up from time to time. After all, its not that easy <i>is it</i> to shrug away what or how we've been brought up...the traditions the taboos <i>et all</i> that we've been taught since young. Nonetheless, the internet, over the period of time, has indeed played a vital role in opening up the mind <i>a-bit atleast</i>, especially, when we come across other people having gone through exactly what we have. The more we read about their experiences, more sillier such taboos or apprehensions seem. And that's why, here I am trying to write on the topic <i>again</i>, to make others as well as myself, lot more easier and accepting towards this glorious gift <i>we women</i> have been gifted with.<br />
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<b>The First Discovery</b> : When I was young, I of course, didn't treat 'period' as a gift at all. For me, it was more like a curse. I hated it. The discomfort, the pain, the fear of unwanted-stains, the prohibitions...it was all too much to bear for a tiny teenager like me. I remember, when I first had it, I didn't even know what the hell it was. I saw blood, and I panicked. I tried to check everywhere if I hurt myself. I was really clueless as to where the blood was coming from, with no visible sign of injury, and yes, it was in my panty - so, it felt more weirder. Being somewhat detective-minded ( heavily inspired by the Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys/FamousFives ), I tried to solve 'The Mystery of the Mysterious Blood-flow' myself, unsuccessfully though. On the third day, convinced I must have contracted something really deadly or must be dying slowly, I went hesitantly to my mother. With tears flowing down my cheeks, I was like...'Mum..I don't know, what is happening. Blood is coming out of nowhere, everyday, help me. Am I going to die?' My mother immediately realised what was going on, and soon, my whole life changed. But I still didn't know why we had the damned thing in the first place, even though, I was made to follow all those monthly rituals/prohibitions ( viz don't wash hair first 3 days, don't eat sour/tangy stuff eg pickles, lemon etc, don't touch anything religious or anyone too, don't go out to play, PHEW! ). <br />
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<b>The Marriage</b> : We had a ritual after my first period, that I really found funny. When my elder sister had it, four years before, I actually enjoyed it <i>not understanding a thing</i>, being curious and eager too if I'd have it as well. It was marriage to a banana-tree. Sounds funny, hah, but that was what exactly happened. So, those period days ( my first ), I wasn't even allowed to appear before any male members of the family. On the last day, I was made to bath ( with my mother/sister and other females of the family putting haldi on me ), wear new clothes ( like a bride ) - because, it was my marriage day! Not to a boy, though, but to a banana-tree instead. The priest came, uttered many mantras and made me follow various rituals, put sindoor too ( on behalf of the banana-tree :o ) and finally, I was declared married to the banana-tree, because, I was grown-up now. Later, guest & relatives came and showered me with gifts and I enjoyed that part the most. Of course, I still didn't know what was going on...I mean, after being treated like an untouchable, I was suddenly being celebrated too. However, the other periods that followed were without the marriage ritual or gift's, sigh!<br />
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<b>The Piercing Pain & The Annoying Stains</b> : Needless to say, <i>these two</i> essentially made my life <i>( those 5 days )</i> a nightmare. The pain <i>( all around my lower waist and back of thighs )</i> would come either on the 2nd or 4th day, and it would be excruciating. After suffering for months on end, I somehow got the solution to it when accidentally I dozed off one day, after twisting and turning uncomfortably in my bed for hours. That tiny nap was hardly for ten minutes or so, but it did the trick. So, henceforth, whenever I started getting any signs of the pain, I'd rush to bed and force myself to sleep. If sleep came, I was lucky; and if it didn't....well, the helpless twisting and turning would continue. However, I had no such trick with the stains. Initially, we were made to use clothes and I had a harrowing time with it - what with the washing, the smell, the heaviness to carry it around. Sanitary pads finally came to the rescue, phew!<br />
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<b>The Enlightenment</b> : It was only in my late-teens that I <i>finally</i> got a faint idea of what was going on. Friends whispering and gossiping around, the blush-blush during biology classes, the boy-girl analysis, and finally the orientation-course our school had for the senior students where this subject was subtly covered. It has <i>although</i> taken me decades to come in terms with the reality of it all. I still hate it, but I am able to tolerate it more :-) not like those by-gone days, when I almost wished I was a boy instead :|<br />
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<b>The Period</b> : What is it after all? Now, that I finally had the 'gyaan' I could merrily share the knowledge with those who are still clueless and trying to pull their hairs out, trying to figure it out, <i>like I used to <i> once-uppa-time.</i></i> Well, all females have ovaries in their bodies that have eggs in them. After we hit puberty, every month, one of the eggs come down the fallopian tube to meet the sperm ( gifted by the male - you know how. And, even if you don't-know-how, we'll discuss that in another post ). So, if it meets the sperm, baby happens. But in absence of sperm, the egg that waits has built a wall of-blood ( and proteins/<br />
vitamins etc, while preparing for the baby ) around the uterus, finally flushes itself out. And that my friend, is the 'period' <i>( since it occurs after a gap of few weeks consistently )</i>. Having period from puberty till menopause-time, means you are healthy, and there's nothing to worry about. But absence or excess of it may be a problem.<br />
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<b>The Acceptance</b> : Period has an important role to play ~ in the bigger scheme of things. We women, are gifted with this unique gift of being able to give birth, which is actually so empowering. Every female species <i>( esp in mammals )</i> have this phase <i>( although, they may be slightly different from species to species )</i>, and its how nature works, and cycle & circle of life progresses. The fact that God has given us females, such a powerful role to play in taking the universe forward, it somewhat relaxes my mind - that, hey, its not such a bad thing after all. Sure, it is uncomfortable, but for the role it plays, it is very well worth it. And when I try to teach my mind that way, periods become so much tolerable that I actually take <b>#periodpride</b> in it! True, there's nothing gross about periods. Its the most empowering and creative privilege ever gifted to women. Value it. Rejoice it :-)</BLOCKQUOTE></font><center>..¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸</center></td></tr>
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<center><img border="0" width="99%" alt="#ChhoteKadam" src="http://i.imgur.com/B27b3V8.jpg"></img></center><table bgcolor='#ffffff' border='0' cellpadding='7' cellspacing='0' height='300' width='100%'><tr><td><center>..¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸</center><font color='#oooooo' face='Open Sans Condensed' size='4'><blockquote>Our whole lives, we are focused on everything under the sun <i>( our dreams, ambitions, entertainment, sports, politics, weather/nature, friends/relatives <i>infact</i> the whole society and its surroundings etc )</i>, except, one very important thing – Our health. We all know that there are some really very simple steps ( <b>#ChhoteKadam</b> ) to take care for it, but, we’d rather ignore them, and instead, choose to save the world. Hah! That seems more easier task, ain’t it? We don’t realize the toll all these has on our little heart – the engine of our body. Not just our heart, every organ, <i>infact</i> every cell of our body bears the brunt of our ignorance and carelessness. But our heart is the one that actually keeps it all running, hence, is at most risk.<br />
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Recently, I was reading an article about what exactly happens to our body once it dies. It revealed that - our heart stops beating first, and then the rest follows <i>( i.e lungs, brain etc stops functioning )</i> via – pallor mortis, algor mortis, rigor mortis, livor mortis, putrefaction, decomposition, skeletonization etc <i>( whole process the body undergoes ).</i> So, it all starts with the <b>heart</b>. So, our 'life' simply depends on its beating, doesn't it? Once it stops, we go through all these ‘scary’ mortises, mentioned above.<br />
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Anyways, we all know it – that good way to a healthy heart is staying active, eating better and being happy. Simple, right? But, how exactly do we do these? Lets see...<br />
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Yes, we are very active --- almost all day, our eyes, ears and fingers, that is. We’d rather exercise our eyes whole day watching Television/computer screen or keep our hands busy typing into our mobiles <i>( doing a facebook/twitter etc ),</i> or chatting/gossiping all day on phone. While we seem so active keeping up with rest of the world, ( feeling important & connected ), are we really so? Don't we realise, all these activities actually have us sitting on our lazy bums the whole day, and hence, we aren't really active as we think ourselves to be. Without realising, we bloat out <i>too</i> not to mention our organs and body parts doesn't receive its required amount of movements. While, we don't really need to stop doing these activities, why not simply cut down on it? TV Soaps/shows telecast so many times in a day, facebook or twitter ain’t running away anywhere either, so, it won’t really harm to take a break – and move your ass out of your house. Walk, exercise ~ little by little <i>( 1 hour daily, if not more – start with 10 minutes )</i>, drink plenty of water in doing so, and that #chhotekadam will indeed make your heart and whole body refreshed, happy and energised.<br />
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We are also active in our daily food intake, aren’t we? But do we really watch what we eat? There was a time I survived on only burgers, pizzas, fries, cokes, chips, savouries and sweets via home-delivery 24x7, until one day I fell really ill. I ate some outside food and suffered from food-poisoning. Though, I still love outside food and have occasionally, I cut down drastically on those, after that horrible incident. These food are so so wrong for our heart <i>( and body )</i>, what with the over-dose of calories and cholesterol that clogs it, and which can block the arteries and risk heart attack. Yes, they are tasty and very tempting, and not wrong to have them --- but, how about just once a week, say a Sunday, indulge yourself. Rest of the week. be strict and eat the healthier stuff. There are also options ( tricks ) to really cut down the oil content in junk-food by squeezing the oil out. For instance, I love eating medu-vadas but to my horror, they are always so dunked and deep fried in huge quantity of oil, so, what I do is either try wrapping them with tissue papers to soak the extra-oil or simply squeeze it in the palm of my hand <i>( the latter can be little messy )</i>. Do the same with samosas, cutlets or anything deep-fried, if you simply are a junk-food addict. But know the perils of food cooked in such oil/ghee. it is really the enemy of your heart. Realising it, and taking precaution is a #chhotekadam to a healthier heart.<br />
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We are also active in our pursuit of happiness. What don't we do to be happy - shop, eat, romance etc etc. But do we really get happiness? We seem to be more stressed-out wanting more and more. Not content with what we have, we simply go chasing - for success, either in earning money/career or getting the love of our life <i>( don't we all have that phase ;-)</i> to attain what we call happiness. We don't realise, we spend our time worrying more, than we actually attain happiness. We fret and cry if we fail, or worse, go into depression not realising how depression and stress do more damage to our heart than we can ever imagine. When we are sad, our body's hormones react in such a way, that it starts affecting our heart <i>( with added blood-pressure problems )</i>. Any extreme state of depression can actually cause heart attack too, because, such negativity affects our cells ( we do not realise it, but whatever we do - good or bad - every cell in our body gets affected in a good way or bad way ). So, chuck all that negativity from your life, and you'll be indeed happy. Keep your dreams realistic, don't go berserk if something doesn't work out - there's always a next time, and more importantly, remember the 'temporariness' of life, that such stress or tensions are really not worth given any time. <b>You can be happy, if you choose to be happy</b> - a #chhotekadam really!<br />
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So, follow the #ChhoteKadam ( s) above, you'll have a healthy heart for sure. You can thank me later :-) And yup, while we are at this topic of having a healthy heart, don't forget to cook your food with <b>Suffola Life</b> that is especially made for your heart :-) <i>Love Yourself, Take Care & Stay Healthy...</i></BLOCKQUOTE></font><center>..¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸</center></td></tr>
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<i>“Most people trusted in the future, assuming that their preferred version of it would unfold.”<br />
― Jhumpa Lahiri, The Lowland </i><br />
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‘Give me the whole bundle of it,’ Naina had to dart away from her approaching husband, as he screamed at her, demanding more money from her. It was her pay-day, that day. She had carefully hidden her wage <i>that she earned doing household chores in the neighbourhood</i>, inside the folds of her saree-pallu <i>carefully</i>, but Baniya’s hawkish eyes never missed a thing. He was drunk as usual, with the nasty odor <i>that he breathed</i> of the desi liquor, suffocating Naina <i>almost</i>; but, when it came to collecting money from his wife <i>forcibly</i>, he never failed.<br />
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‘Give it to me, damn it!’ He demanded again, holding out his right hand, while the left tried to clutch for support blindly, in the air. He was swaying <i>intoxicated</i>, under the influence of the alcohol.<br />
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‘No!’ Naina screamed back, as she tried to go inside the kitchen instead, but Baniya stood in the way blocking her path. Breathing exasperatedly, she continued, ‘if I give you everything, how will I run the house? Buntu and Bubblu’s exams are coming too; I have to pay their fees as well.’ <br />
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She hoped against hope he’d understand, but that rarely happened, did it? Her husband never worked. Everything was upon her. Both his, as well as the kid’s responsibilities fell on her shoulders; not to mention, Baniya’s daru <i>( liquor )</i> and juwas <i>( gambling)</i> too, wherein, he regularly blew away all her hard earned money. And with him demanding money from her ever so callously <i>yet again</i>, Naina feared what might happen ahead. For many a times, in the past, he had succeeded snatching the money away from her, and few times Naina had ended up being bruised and battered too, in that struggle. Would she meet with the same fate, that day too? She could sense trouble as Baniya was getting frustrated and angry by the minute, and was snarling at her. 'Give me the money, you bitch!'<br />
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Then, without a warning, he lounged at her; grabbing her by the hair, whilst his one hand fumbled at her saree pallu-knot impatiently. 'No!' Naina struggled, wincing in pain. She tried to get away from his grasp; but, even in this intoxicated state, he was much stronger than her to handle. And, as he twisted her hair harshly, nearly breaking her neck, Naina could only stand still <i>in complete surrender</i>. She was a small-built woman, who was just a tiny body-mass in front of his huge frame. With a slap <i>that turned her face red</i>, he finally walked away from her, humming satisfactorily. Naina immediately felt her saree pallu. The monster had succeeded once again! He had taken the bundle along with hum. With a slump, Naina collapsed on her knees, at the edges of the kitchen door. Exhausted, as she was, she felt helpless. With all the money gone, she didn't know what to feed her kids now. <i>Her kids</i>, she sat upright, they'd be coming back from school any moment. With the monthly ration having run out already, she'll now have to go begging at her neighbour's door, like other times, she thought wearily, as her eyes slowly grew moist at the corners. Oh! What a life she led! Tears began streaming down her cheeks. She wished she had listened to her parents. She'd have perhaps been a lot happier. <i>Weren’t parents always right somehow?</i><br />
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She remembered how her parents had disapproved of Baniya at the very first sight itself. 'He is good for nothing,' they had said. But Naina was blinded in love. Being an ardent movie lover, she had thought, like films, her fate would change too. She thought her love would change him. Baniya, that time, used to do odd jobs; and to woo her had even promised to be a changed man too! She trusted in her future with him. His promises to her had convinced her to finally elope with him, ignoring her parent’s warnings. She dreamt fervently, her version of future would unfold eventually and she'll be really happy with Baniya forever. But...<i>if only things happened that way!</i><br />
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Life gave her a different reality check, a cruel one at that. And there seemed no escape now. Realizing the futility of repenting too, as it hardly wielded any result, Naina slowly wiped off her tears with her saree pallu. She felt weak from within, but pushed herself to stand up <i>somehow</i>. There was nothing in the kitchen, she knew; except some stale rice, she remembered. She went inside and took a bowl out. She wiped it clean with her saree pallu. She could never go back to her parent's house. They had disowned her, for going against their wishes. <br />
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She took the left-over rice from the pan and poured it slowly into the bowl. Thousand thoughts were buzzing at her mind. Begging was not an option for her anymore. After all, how much could she annoy everyone around, and for how long, just because of her drunkard husband? She wanted an end to it. <i>A permanent end</i>! She knew her husband would come at midnight, yelling for food. And the stale rice was all they had, in the house. She could give it to her children; but maybe, tonight, they'll just have to remain hungry. A thought entered her mind. <i>Yes, only tonight, my dear children, </i>she decided. <i>Forgive me, but from tomorrow things won’t be the same anymore.</i> With that, she went to the store room to find the bottle <i>she remembered</i>, finally making up her mind on what to do. <b>Rat poison</b>! She'd mix it in the rice. That was the only option left. There won’t be such horrible times anymore, my dear children, she thought, putting her thoughts into action.<i> Yes, no more…our future will change</i><br />
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That night, as Naina and her children slept hungrily in the other room, when her husband finally returned home and saw the bowl of rice on the main table, as soon as he opened the door - he lounged for it hungrily. <i>And things weren’t the same anymore… ~ future had indeed changed</i></blockquote></font><br />
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<font size="3"><blockquote>I ran as fast as I could. My legs were fast giving up on me. I‘ve been running for hours now. Exhausted limbs, <i>my breath</i> heavy and panting, with a body that reeked of and dripped sweat <i>my top nearly plastered to it</i>, I could not afford to stop, not now. <i>Not at any cost!</i> Too much was at stake, my life, and perhaps that of my near ones too, if I gave up. Infact, truth be told, we were all in grave danger, and it all depended upon me, to save us all. But I had to save myself first, <i>and fast</i>. Only then, the rest could be saved. The 'thing' was approaching fast. It was hot on my heels. I could almost feel its presence on my skin. The dread it emanated, seeping into my bones. If I didn’t manage to escape, I was done for! It’d be all over. Goodbye world, and sink into this dark bottomless black-pit that was following me, <i>for eternity</i>. I wanted to curse myself. If only, I hadn’t touched those <u><b>flowers at the door</b></u>. Why, oh why! My curiosity often landed me into trouble, but I seemed to never learn. It was too late to regret it now. For I had simply gone ahead and touched them <i>those flowers</i>, which weren’t even meant for me <i>( or were they, I'd never know )</i>. But I had touched, so, now suffer, I cursed again, and tried to run faster. <br />
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The flowers, whole bunch of them, looked so pretty at first glance, almost inviting. They were lying just in front of the lift that was right next to my door. Somebody had left them there, as I found out that morning when I opened my door to grab the morning paper. I looked at them and smiled, their fragrance greeting me so cheerfully. Who were they for, I had wondered. Since, I was the only occupant on that floor, my neighbours being off on their vacation for the last couple of weeks, I needed to physically check who they were meant for. But too late, till I found the strange note stuck inside – 'DON’T TOUCH, OR YOU’LL REPENT', it read. But touch, I had already done. The very next instant <i>in blink of an eye</i>, I found myself standing in this deserted lane. I looked around. It was a cobbled pathway, quite spooky, with weeds and moss almost hiding it from view. I, nonetheless, moved ahead, wondering how on earth I landed here. There were ruins all around, of old structures that gave out an eerie sight. I held my breath as I walked ahead. Surely, there had to be an explanation to all these, I tried to think rationally. It wasn't a dream, was it? I pinched myself. No, it wasn't, I winced. As I walked more, I could suddenly feel the weird notion of someone following me. Not one, not two, but an entire army of them. Voices, murmurs, growls, footsteps, breathes and the stench of it all.... <br />
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Alarmed, I looked behind. To my surprise, the path, I had just walked, was no longer visible. Instead, a black mass seemed to have risen from the ground and was hovering in its place. 'You touched,' <i>it growled</i>, 'now run'. Terror-struck, I looked horrified as the black-mass grew larger and larger, till it nearly touched the skies above. As it stretched its dark arms towards me, I realised the danger I was in. And I bolted. I ran and ran, as the lane never seemed to end. There were howls of evil laughter coming from the ruins too. They were all following me, as this black-mass of darkness came nearer and nearer. And then, I could hear it again.<br />
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HEEEAAAAhEEEAAA….. My ear-drums, as though captivated by its evil menacing grip, I could hear its loud, hoarse laughter getting louder and louder, engulfing me and deafening the others. The cacophony of it all terrorised me. When I finally felt its burning-hot arms gripping my tiny ones, I knew, it had won. I'd finally sink into the never-ending darkness. I may never see my loved ones again. Ah..and oh, the flowers, I remembered. They were still by the door. If anyone came by, and touched them, they'd meet the same fate, I dreaded. I had to stop that from happening. I couldn't just give up. Everyone's life depended on me. I had to save myself, somehow....<i>anyhow</i>. I was tired and the black-mass was already upon me; it'll soon choke me to death and take me with it, I feared. No, I could not let that happen. I screamed and screamed, NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I used all my energy to break-free from its grip, NOOOOOOOO....I screamed again weakly...<i>wildly</i>. NOOOOOOO!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!<br />
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I opened my eyes, hearing my own loud blood-curdling yells. I was sweating profusely; but as I sat up and looked around, I found I was in my bed. Oh...it was all a dream, after all, I realised!<br />
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The sun was shining brightly through the window, and birds chirping merrily outside. I gave out a laugh. It was indeed a dream. Oh...what a dream <i>or nightmare</i>, it was. Such a relief, to come out of it. Shaking my head, I got up from bed. It was Monday morning and my boss would have a fit if I turned up late for work. I put the kettle on in the kitchen stove and went to grab the morning paper. Humming to myself, I opened the front door. What I saw next froze me to my spot. A bunch of flowers stood right in front of the lift, next to my door. My neighbours were away, so, who could they be for? I stared at the flowers at the door, and walked towards them. Curious, I slowly stretched my hand out to touch, <i>and then...<br />
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<font size="1"><b>Theme for Aug 19, 2016 'WOW' :</b> The WOW prompt for this week is – “The Photo That Captured Me”.</font><br />
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I know not, our relation,<br />
Different species we are, yet, <br />
together, we <i>so</i> belong.<br />
You stroll ahead, taking gallant steps,<br />
I hop and fly, just to keep abreast...<br />
Cannot lose the sight of you,<br />
even for one second,<br />
Important as you are,<br />
in my tiny life.</CENTER></font><br />
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<font size="3">I'm not a great photographer, but I do love capturing moments. My phone-camera is a modest one too, not those fancy DSLRs, for I believe, <b>if you have passion, you don't need fancy gadgets</b>. This is one picture I clicked recently. It was July, raining; and in midst of heavy showers, I wandered off to quench my curiosity to understand why these birds - cattle egret, as they are known, always hang around cows and buffaloes. Its quite a sight, and I soon understood their 'special' relationship after observing them for a while. <br />
So it happens, while the cattle grazes on the grassy fields and meadows, the egrets just stands guard and picks on flies and insects that disturb the cattle. So, they too have their meal while keeping the cattle comfortable. How sweet is that? And what more, after all the mad hopping around - the cattle too finally, offers it a pleasant ride back home, on its back. Royal, hah? What do you think? Has it captured you too, like it did me?</font><br />
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<center><img border="0" width="99%" alt=" #BestZapStore" src="https://i.imgur.com/MBkFbxB.jpg"></img></center><table bgcolor='#ffffff' border='0' cellpadding='7' cellspacing='0' height='300' width='100%'><tr><td><center>..¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪¸¸</center><font color='#oooooo' face='Open Sans Condensed' size='4'><blockquote>Somebody, recently, asked me – ‘You buy everything online, kya?’<br />
And I went red ~ blushing. I’m a total online-shopping freak. And of late, if you search what I am up to, you’ll most probably find me browsing the new and latest shopping portal in the cyber-space block. Oh..there are so many of those, that you can easily get lost ‘happily’, in that ocean of materialistic delights. And, they are such a wide variety too. Shopping is such a therapy, I tell you. Call it an addiction, if you will. It sure is for me. I am happiest when I shop.<br />
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But shopping for one-self is only half the fun. Getting others to shop too, and getting rewarded ( 2-5% as referral commission ), cashbacks and more for the same that makes it such a joyful ride <i>( as you can do whole lot more of shopping in that process – of course, with the money earned )</i>, as I discovered recently with <b>Zapstore</b>. You can see, I have already made my own store ( Yes, you heard it right – my own store ~ <b>see below</b> ) and added my favourite products in it. Oh..man! With the plethora of choices of products, all those top e-commerce shopping sites offer, it was quite a difficult but <i>thrilling</i> task – as I wanted to add more and more. Somehow, keeping my greed in check, I managed to curate a list of stuff that I personally drool <i>( am sure, you will too ;-)</i>. Do check them out. It’s a no-brainer, that people get most influenced to buy, by what they personally see or hear from their trusted ones – be it their friends, relatives or people they look upto. Zapstore, gives that opportunity to us, to recommend our favourite things to our friends/followers. It is free to open one <i>( your own store )</i>, and fun to sell and earn. <img border="0" width="3%" src="data:image/jpeg;base64,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"></img><br />
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<center><img border="0" width="70%" height="450" alt=" #BestZapStore" src="https://i.imgur.com/cdp64MG.jpg"></img></center><br />
From lifestyle, clothes <i>( men, women, kids )</i>, accessories, automotives, furniture, electronics, health – there’s no dearth of products to choose from. I was personally looking for some home entertainment, furniture and electronic items, so added the same in my store. Note ~ on sign-up, you are asked to choose atleast 5 categories, that really defines your personality <i>to</i>o at first glance.<br />
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<center><img border="0" width="70%" alt=" #BestZapStore" src="https://i.imgur.com/dq8BFoM.jpg"></img></center><br />
The website is pretty simple, if you want to earn a few extra shopping bucks. Just add products from your favourite online store <i>( see the list, whoah..it has all my favourite ones )</i>. You can’t go wrong with the prices, as you can check the various stores, compare, and then add the best ones offered. Create your own store profile <i>( as I did )</i>, and boom, start earning money from your friends and followers as they buy from it. Yes….share, share and share your online store to earn more and more. How simple is that. So, I'm off to zap-up some quick sales, what about you? <br />
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And, that's what I was, a rebel. My mother used to narrate to me how I came into this world. When it was already over the normal delivery date, and due to many complications that rose, things were getting delayed; the doctors had <i>alas</i>, advised my mother to go for the caesarean option, as I was too stubborn a baby to come out easily. I preferred relaxing inside the comfort of my mother's womb, rather than coming out into this mean <i>ruthless</i> world, lol. Cutting open the womb and bringing out the baby forcibly was the only option left for them. But, the doctor also showed little hope of the baby’s survival. Other babies come into this world by the ninth month of pregnancy, and here I was almost entering the tenth. I had already disobeyed nature’s advice. By the time they finally got me out, I was all green, swollen and many thought it’d be a still-born. But then, after few moments of chilled silence, when I opened my mouth to wail, nature just took a back-seat. I wailed non-stop, raising a storm and everybody knew since then, this was one baby who’d never listen to others, but would live life on its own terms.<br />
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So, thus, my journey since a toddler was doing exactly opposite of what others expected, advised or even ordered. Nothing made me obey others, so I was just quite a handful for others to handle. This stubborn nature of mine only grew stronger and stronger as I grew older. Mistakes committed were a plenty, and lessons learnt, a gazillion. But somewhere, in all of this, there was a little voice inside me that started to grow louder and louder. It seemed to alert and annoy me whenever I was about to do something wrong. It seemed like an inbuilt guide in me, that perhaps God sent, my '<b>conscience</b>'. I would not listen to others around me, but when it came to heeding to my conscience, it started having a grip on me. If I was going over-board with expectations or ambitions, it led me to think the reality, the feasibility and the achievability of it all. It kept me grounded. <br />
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My dreams and ambitions kept changing, since my school days. If success, name and fame was something I sought earlier, somewhere my conscience also told me the importance of being realistic – how all these things are temporary, and being a content and an enlightened human being was more important for real peace of mind. It taught me to give my sincere best at whatever I do, but <b>advised</b> not to get disappointed in case of failures; because, in the end, nothing really matters. We are not going to take our wealth after we die, so let’s be happy with what we have. For me, advice of my conscience is what matters and is most important, and what I most heed to. Its advice is really the <b>#AdviceThatMattered</b> <i>and still does...<br />
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<font SIZE="3"> 'Death news' generally shouldn't be shocking. There's always someone or the other dying every other day. After all, we all are going to die someday too, aren't we? It is the only 'real' truth that exists in this lifetime of ours. And that has been the reality since life existed on this planet. Only, when it occurs suddenly, and at a young age, under mysterious circumstances - with no proper explanations, does it become shocking ~ as it did in this case. The shock gets doubled, considering certain 'coincidences' that happened within the few days of his death, with me.<br />
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I'm in no way connected to Gaurav Tiwari at all. But, like him, I am a big time Paranormal enthusiast too. But my similarities with him end right there, because, there have been many things I didn't like about how GT and his team did their investigations. I saw couple of them on Youtube, and thought them to be a complete rip-off of <b>Ghost Hunters</b> <i>( an international paranormal show ~ the whole format )</i>, and most explanations copied from <b>Ghost Adventures</b> <i>( another popular international paranormal show )</i>. Those who watch these two shows will easily make out if something is copied from them. <br />
Secondly, I saw MTV's <b>Girl's Night Out</b> episodes and found them totally 'faked' at many <i>( all )</i> places. With someone claiming to be an authentic investigator, I didn't expect him to go along with the fakeness of it all. Thirdly, the Grip-India Facebook page had once organised a spook contest, wherein, they asked to send in real-life spook stories, of which they'd make a show on Sony TV <i>( I presume, it was Bhoot Aya or Fear Files, whichever was on Sony )</i>. Someone from their team contacted me, saying they'd take my story and also a 'byte' regarding the incident I sent; and after I agreed to their proposal and granted them 'permission' to use it, I never heard from them again, although, that person asked me to become the group's member as paranormal investigator <i>( for a hefty fee too )</i>, which I remember was also part of the prize. Phew! I didn't see the serial, so don't know if they adapted my story, but I was by then, bit disinterested in their style of working <i>( read un-professionalism )</i>, so never really followed their updates. They also seemed too be to eager to 'sell' memberships, which was a put-off. I also, didn't like the 'reverend' title GT carried in his name, like a show-off thingy, where real exorcists/ministers <i>too</i> didn't really use them.<br />
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Anyway, so, coming back to the present, to talk about the freaky coincidences ~ just couple days back - I guess, last week of June or was it 1st week of July itself, I saw Gaurav Tiwari's twitter profile curiously popping up in my 'who to follow' section. It was rather strange, because, it was the first time I saw it. I remember, hovering my mouse over the profile, and it showed 'verified' and that too with just 1500-2k or so followers. I was like, wah, with only so little followers, one can get their twitter verified. But then, he has appeared in many Indian TV channels, so, maybe it was possible with the right contacts. Anyways, 1-2 days he kept appearing and then I forgot all about it.<br />
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I came to know of his death only today ( i.e 11th ) - that he died on 7th July. That reminds me so much of 3rd July, a Sunday, when I almost met with my own death <i>( had a near-miraculous escape )</i>. I had recently shifted to far outskirts of Bombay - like, really really far, near the mountains <i>( for health reasons and to get fresh air )</i>. Tired of living in tall suffocating buildings <i>( my earlier flat was on 4th floor )</i>, I chose to purchase a tin-roofed house this time - with an obvious ground floor. But, what I didn't know was that tin roofs are not really made of tin, but some kind of asbestos cement instead, that really becomes weak during monsoon time <i>( due to the rains )</i>. So, my new roof was leaking and naturally, I thought of the only option to protect it ~ and that was to cover it with plastic sheets. And, as I was nearly done with the job, next thing I knew was, I had crashed through the roof itself. The roof gave away as though made of mud. I clung to the remaining broken part for my dear life, struggling to get up. With gravity pulling me further down, and me not really the slim-trim kinda, it was really difficult to pull myself up. I had fallen on my back, with more than half my body hanging below, and just my left arm clinging on to the remaining part of the roof. Had it given away too, I'd have come crashing down and broken my neck on the hard floor-tiles below. Oh...what a horrible situation it was. With me not able to climb up, one part of my mind told me 2-3 times to just give up. <i>'You'll only fall,' it said.</i> Another part of my mind kept urging me not to give up, not unless that roof gave up on its own atleast. <i>'You'll die if you give up,' it said</i>. So, atlast, somehow the second part of my mind won - and so, I'm alive. All my work that day <i>naturally</i>, got ruined; which however, a supervisor in that locality helped me out with later.<br />
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Being finicky <i>however</i>, and still not satisfied with the job, few days later, I wanted to go up myself again, to fix it. It must have been the 7th. That particular supervisor saw me take the ladder that morning, and tried to stop me. I was bit scared myself too, and it had rained all the last few days - so, alas, I decided to wait till monsoon got over. Who knows, what would've happened that day, as the roof was still weak with all the heavy down-pour.<br />
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Now, to think, GT died that day around that time. Its freaky, isn't it? I don't know the cause of his death, but as per reports, his family said that he told his wife one month ago, that some 'negative force' was out to get him and that he was unable to stop it. And that, there was a thin black line <i>( mark )</i> around his neck, when they found the body. Being a paranormal researcher myself <i>( albeit, not professional )</i>, and having loads of paranormal experiences myself, I think I can understand what it could be <i>( if his death was indeed due to negative forces as his father mentioned ).</i> More on that in another post....<i>( it can be very scary if it is what I think it is )</i></FONT><br />
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<i>http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/delhi/Paranormal-society-founder-dies-mysteriously-in-Dwarka-home/articleshow/53146053.cms</i><br />
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