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R a n g e ....07.
McTag. } Exhibit A.
..quiet path of the A game...
.. going for a walk on a winter day..
eYe am safe N warm 1 tank of gas N. of L A.
.hey hey.. what's that you say [ ?
Let's go brand- ing ® ..the Amerikan play.
..and here's to you Ms. O'shay... heaven holds
A place for those who wail & pray...
Or you may go you're own way -- filthy Commie
Pinko Dee jay....
...pt. 2... along Came Albums [ LongPlay.
... Adventure advertisement does not imply Approval.
A merican Pie / McClean
A sia / Asia
Abbey Rd. / Beatles
Animals / p Floyd
Another brick in the wall pt.2 / ibid.
A night @ the Opera / Queen
Armed Forces / E C & the Attractions
Aqualung / Jethro Tull.
All you need is love / Beatles
Axis bold as love / Hendrix Experience
American Fool / John Cougar [ concentration camp
...$ynthesis: A RUSH OF BLOOD TO THE HEAD./ COLDPLAY.
A R. ] Achtung ! Baby / U 2
..... A F T E R thought.....
Neon Bible / Arcade Fire
Antics / Interpol.
A ghost is born / Wilco.
..quiet path of the A game...
.. going for a walk on a winter day..
eYe am safe N warm 1 tank of gas N. of L A.
.hey hey.. what's that you say [ ?
Let's go brand- ing ® ..the Amerikan play.
..and here's to you Ms. O'shay... heaven holds
A place for those who wail & pray...
Or you may go you're own way -- filthy Commie
Pinko Dee jay....
...pt. 2... along Came Albums [ LongPlay.
... Adventure advertisement does not imply Approval.
A merican Pie / McClean
A sia / Asia
Abbey Rd. / Beatles
Animals / p Floyd
Another brick in the wall pt.2 / ibid.
A night @ the Opera / Queen
Armed Forces / E C & the Attractions
Aqualung / Jethro Tull.
All you need is love / Beatles
Axis bold as love / Hendrix Experience
American Fool / John Cougar [ concentration camp
...$ynthesis: A RUSH OF BLOOD TO THE HEAD./ COLDPLAY.
A R. ] Achtung ! Baby / U 2
..... A F T E R thought.....
Neon Bible / Arcade Fire
Antics / Interpol.
A ghost is born / Wilco.
Her Name Was RANJANA
TAHAR NAAM TI RANJANA
(Her Name Was RANJANA)
***
Girl : " Hello !!! "
Boy : " Oh Hi there !!
So ... You're that Girl who got the special permission to visit me in this last moments of my life !!!
But I wonder WHY !??
You know that I'm going to die just a few minutes later , Hang Till Death , don't you ?? "
Girl : " Yes.. I know.. "
Boy : " Then why are you here now !!!
What do you want from me ??
I don't even know you !! "
Girl : " But ... I think you are Mithu Da.. My Elder Brother , who ran away from our home long time ago when he was only 16.. "
Boy : " No... You've mistaken !! I'm not your Mithu Da !! I'm Kaushik.. Kaushik Gupta..
BTW .. Who are you ?? "
Girl : " RANJANA .. My name is Ranjana ...
So .. You're saying you're not my Brother !!!
But .... I'm feeling some resemblance with my brother ..
I just can't point it out exactly ...
Don't you remember anything !!??
Our Home.. The Village of our childhood , named Khanjana , the River in our village , named Anjana !!!
Nothing ??? "
Boy : " Nopp.. Not a single thing ... "
Girl : " Where are you from then ? "
Boy : " I'm from Bankura district , from a village , as far I recall the name was probably Kestopur or Bishtupur , something like that !! "
Girl : " Why ? Why !! Don't you remember the exact name of your village ? "
Boy : " No .. Cause I flee from my home when I was too young.. "
Girl : " Where did you study ? What is your favourite poem to recite ? "
Boy : " Study !!! No... I went to the Junior school only .. And recitation !! I don't even know what you are talking about !!!! "
Girl : " You don't know about recitation !! No.. Then you're not my Brother ...
My Mithu Da used to always Recite Poems for me before bedtime when I was a lill kid ...
His favourite poem was This " Tahar Naam Ti RANJANA " .. Because it's so similar with the name of our Village , our River , and My Name , all same !!!
NO.. You can't be my Mithu Da ...
OK... I should leave now ... "
Boy : " Heyy .. Wait for a minute ... I wanna ask you something .. "
Girl : " You !! Now You wanna ask me something !!! What ??? You said that you don't even know me !!! "
Boy : " Yes .. But now I'm feeling curious ..
Your missing brother , his nickname was Mithu , right !!
But .. What's his formal name ? "
Girl : " His goodname was Ambujakho Mazumdar .. "
Boy : " What !! Did you just say Ambujakho !!?? "
Girl : " Yes !! Why !!!! "
Boy : " As you mentioned the name , Now I remember ...
There was this Guy named Ambuj , who used to be my room partner long time ago ...
Yes yes !!! Now I can recall all these !!! He told me about his Village named Khanjana , the River named Anjana...
And his little Sister he left in his home , RANJANA !!! "
Girl : " Reallyyy !!! Reallyyy ??? You knew my brother !!!??
He lived with you !!!
You are not joking , right !?
You're not making this up to comfort me , are you ??? "
Boy : " No I'm not ... Yes ... We once used to share rooms ... "
Girl : " What else did he say to you !!?? "
Boy : " A lot ... He used to tell me , how and why he left his home so early without telling anybody .. As he wanted to be a responsible Man who will earn for his family and then return to the home with a lot of money ... "
Girl : " Did he recite any poem too ?? "
Boy : " Oh no.. Not any poem.. Never .. "
Girl : " Why not !! What happened ?? "
Boy : " Oh.. That's a sad story ...
He always tried so hard to earn money ... So that he could return to his family...
But.. He failed ... Again and again and again ...
You know ... I suggested him to join my Gang ... But he refused to be a Criminal ... "
Girl : " What happened next ??? "
Boy : " Then one day I saw on road , a few public was beating a guy for Pickpocketing .. And to my surprise , it was Ambuj !!! "
Girl : " NO !! NEVER !!! My brother can't be a Pickpocket !! My Mithu Da can't be a Criminal !!! NEVER !!! "
(Her Name Was RANJANA)
***
Girl : " Hello !!! "
Boy : " Oh Hi there !!
So ... You're that Girl who got the special permission to visit me in this last moments of my life !!!
But I wonder WHY !??
You know that I'm going to die just a few minutes later , Hang Till Death , don't you ?? "
Girl : " Yes.. I know.. "
Boy : " Then why are you here now !!!
What do you want from me ??
I don't even know you !! "
Girl : " But ... I think you are Mithu Da.. My Elder Brother , who ran away from our home long time ago when he was only 16.. "
Boy : " No... You've mistaken !! I'm not your Mithu Da !! I'm Kaushik.. Kaushik Gupta..
BTW .. Who are you ?? "
Girl : " RANJANA .. My name is Ranjana ...
So .. You're saying you're not my Brother !!!
But .... I'm feeling some resemblance with my brother ..
I just can't point it out exactly ...
Don't you remember anything !!??
Our Home.. The Village of our childhood , named Khanjana , the River in our village , named Anjana !!!
Nothing ??? "
Boy : " Nopp.. Not a single thing ... "
Girl : " Where are you from then ? "
Boy : " I'm from Bankura district , from a village , as far I recall the name was probably Kestopur or Bishtupur , something like that !! "
Girl : " Why ? Why !! Don't you remember the exact name of your village ? "
Boy : " No .. Cause I flee from my home when I was too young.. "
Girl : " Where did you study ? What is your favourite poem to recite ? "
Boy : " Study !!! No... I went to the Junior school only .. And recitation !! I don't even know what you are talking about !!!! "
Girl : " You don't know about recitation !! No.. Then you're not my Brother ...
My Mithu Da used to always Recite Poems for me before bedtime when I was a lill kid ...
His favourite poem was This " Tahar Naam Ti RANJANA " .. Because it's so similar with the name of our Village , our River , and My Name , all same !!!
NO.. You can't be my Mithu Da ...
OK... I should leave now ... "
Boy : " Heyy .. Wait for a minute ... I wanna ask you something .. "
Girl : " You !! Now You wanna ask me something !!! What ??? You said that you don't even know me !!! "
Boy : " Yes .. But now I'm feeling curious ..
Your missing brother , his nickname was Mithu , right !!
But .. What's his formal name ? "
Girl : " His goodname was Ambujakho Mazumdar .. "
Boy : " What !! Did you just say Ambujakho !!?? "
Girl : " Yes !! Why !!!! "
Boy : " As you mentioned the name , Now I remember ...
There was this Guy named Ambuj , who used to be my room partner long time ago ...
Yes yes !!! Now I can recall all these !!! He told me about his Village named Khanjana , the River named Anjana...
And his little Sister he left in his home , RANJANA !!! "
Girl : " Reallyyy !!! Reallyyy ??? You knew my brother !!!??
He lived with you !!!
You are not joking , right !?
You're not making this up to comfort me , are you ??? "
Boy : " No I'm not ... Yes ... We once used to share rooms ... "
Girl : " What else did he say to you !!?? "
Boy : " A lot ... He used to tell me , how and why he left his home so early without telling anybody .. As he wanted to be a responsible Man who will earn for his family and then return to the home with a lot of money ... "
Girl : " Did he recite any poem too ?? "
Boy : " Oh no.. Not any poem.. Never .. "
Girl : " Why not !! What happened ?? "
Boy : " Oh.. That's a sad story ...
He always tried so hard to earn money ... So that he could return to his family...
But.. He failed ... Again and again and again ...
You know ... I suggested him to join my Gang ... But he refused to be a Criminal ... "
Girl : " What happened next ??? "
Boy : " Then one day I saw on road , a few public was beating a guy for Pickpocketing .. And to my surprise , it was Ambuj !!! "
Girl : " NO !! NEVER !!! My brother can't be a Pickpocket !! My Mithu Da can't be a Criminal !!! NEVER !!! "
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There is no creator, the existence was there, it is here and that would be there...
Actually religion is the root of the denial. Have you ever honestly seen, that religion has accepted any novelty, rather its rhetorical like the broken record.
Then the genuine question is, that when religion is almost an empire, couldn't it be assertive?
No, it just can't...why because its a trade. The trade which is based upon a simple myth. They have succeeded to make the masses believe, that "good" or "bad" are distinct. While the reality is the duality. These two entities coexist, these two can't survive otherwise. So, in sum the religion dwells upon the untruth.
Now there arises the question, then why the religion could muster that majoritarian support ? Simple, because they claim that whatever they ask you to believe is the word of God.
Now its fraudulent that they invent a new tool, thankless endeavor to deny the "ENLIGHTENED", their origin.
Thank you for your time to read my blog.
Then the genuine question is, that when religion is almost an empire, couldn't it be assertive?
No, it just can't...why because its a trade. The trade which is based upon a simple myth. They have succeeded to make the masses believe, that "good" or "bad" are distinct. While the reality is the duality. These two entities coexist, these two can't survive otherwise. So, in sum the religion dwells upon the untruth.
Now there arises the question, then why the religion could muster that majoritarian support ? Simple, because they claim that whatever they ask you to believe is the word of God.
Now its fraudulent that they invent a new tool, thankless endeavor to deny the "ENLIGHTENED", their origin. Thank you for your time to read my blog.
Festival Home Decoration (Bengali Tradition)
During Festival season , we in our area West Bengal at India , used to decorate our home... Specially the floors and walls of our home ...
These decorations are temporary , may be only for a few days ..
We use mostly liquid water based White color , either Ready-Made , or , according to the original traditional method we use the Home-Made Paste of Pre-Soaked Raw Rice or Rice-Flour , as per our convenience ....
Here are few samples of the Beautiful designes ...
Enjoy !!
These decorations are temporary , may be only for a few days ..
We use mostly liquid water based White color , either Ready-Made , or , according to the original traditional method we use the Home-Made Paste of Pre-Soaked Raw Rice or Rice-Flour , as per our convenience ....
Here are few samples of the Beautiful designes ...
Enjoy !!
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The matter of fact: Nobody belongs to you other than somebody special, singularity is an exception
Sorry blog title blocked the enhancement of the crucial subject under discussion at a crucial juncture....lemme complete the title...
(To remind before proceeding further):
...singularity is an exception...
otherwise there is a huge number who are special someone, everyone of them are eligible.
In normal situations I don't wish to be called a Guru or a Professor. But the situation is abnormal and it compels me to come forward to guide you.
~~~
Please contribute to save the mankind. I tell you it's an emergency.
~~~
Come near anybody who you feel, is worth it.
Om!!!
Ameen!!!
(To remind before proceeding further):
...singularity is an exception...
otherwise there is a huge number who are special someone, everyone of them are eligible.
In normal situations I don't wish to be called a Guru or a Professor. But the situation is abnormal and it compels me to come forward to guide you.
~~~
Please contribute to save the mankind. I tell you it's an emergency.
~~~
Come near anybody who you feel, is worth it.
Om!!!
Ameen!!!
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The most remarkable achievement of the developed economies, is the gender equality, at least on pape
My point under consideration is the status of female gender in the renewed situation in those economies.
What I could make out is, the "Electra Complex, Jung, 1913" is subdued, reminiscences exist unconsciously though.
The worse part of the story is, they were very demanding and when resisted, they acquired some negative traits of the male gender like the arrogance and attitudes.
Their rebellion got manifested in different forms and kinds. Like, their reluctance to give birth, refutation of marriage and entering the porn industry and all that.
But one thing is certain that after proving their worth and competence, they can't be stopped...
What I could make out is, the "Electra Complex, Jung, 1913" is subdued, reminiscences exist unconsciously though.
The worse part of the story is, they were very demanding and when resisted, they acquired some negative traits of the male gender like the arrogance and attitudes.
Their rebellion got manifested in different forms and kinds. Like, their reluctance to give birth, refutation of marriage and entering the porn industry and all that.
But one thing is certain that after proving their worth and competence, they can't be stopped...
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