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Side effects of Alcohol and remedies

1. Symptom: Cold and humid feet.
Cause: Glass is being held at incorrect angle (You are pouring the Drink on your feet). Cure: Maneuver glass until open end is facing upward
2. Symptom : The wall facing you is full of lights. Cause : You're lying on the floor. Cure: Position your body at a 90-degree angle to the floor.
3. Symptom: The floor looks blurry. Cause : You're looking through an empty glass. Cure: Quickly refill with your favorite drink!

4. Symptom : The floor is moving. Cause: You're being dragged away. Cure: At least ask where they're taking you!

5. Symptom : You hear echoes every time someone speaks. Cause : You have your glass on your ear. Cure: Stop making a fool of yourself!
6. Symptoms: Your dad and all your brothers are looking funny.
Cause: You're in the wrong house. Cure: Ask if they can point you to your house. 7 . Symptom: The room is shaking a lot, everyone is dressed in white and The music is very repetitive. Cause : You're in an ambulance…

Unmitigable Vex.

2006, The TATA group of Industries tried to change the Face of Bengal by dreaming an history that would be pioneering step in the history of Automobiles, a history that would show the world the place of India in the science of Automobile Industries. The endurance plan was sketched, and the chassis was planned out.
Land was acquired (legally and Illegally) in Singur, district Hugli, West Bengal, India. The phantom of pining industrial growth in West Bengal since the mid-seventies was rejuvinating with the newest hope to be on the fore front. A step forward, with the perfect home run in the history books. 2006, somewhere in the State lurked the idea of Political Boon, taking advantage of which, the protest against the governments unlawful means to acquire the land, lands which were more than fertile... yielding fout to five cycles of crop annually, 1000 acres in area. Many farmers were un willing, and the government goons made the needful, some were there with will. Many news came... many…

Changing Faces.

It was a bright afternoon as on 27th August 2008. Felt little out of place aa at no point, i could make Sleep come around the barrage, and rest in my eyes. I looked outside. The sun was brightly on. Turning on the pages of a local megazine, Raison Detere: Dreams, the Summer 2007 subscription, I came across an article entitled: The View from My Window,by Sarmistha Das. Elegant in description, the author lamented about the loss of some simpler cues to enjoyment, which she had come across in her youth, but lacks to see them. It was an account of spending a day in bed, weak from exhaustion.
Reading through the lines, I looked out of my window. Suddenly my eyes realised that just as the article mentioned, the skyline seemed totally changed. It is not that I am lying there after a long time, as I do every night, but the scenery seemed out of context in the daylight! There was a part of the antenna that jutted out over the paraphis, contouring arugged appearance. It was an attraction to my yo…

Few lines...

Pwas just another stepping stone away, when words of confessions and collusions creates the mist of illusion that basks in the good taste of wondering thoughts. He cries his heart out, sometimes he sobs, sometimes he giggles, while other times wonders through the winding alleys, trying to catch the run-away bride. Cared, tired and what not, he runs uphill followed by the slide down hill. He is not idle, but more than anything he wanted his life back! Sp he is mad..till sweat and tear drops and mingles on the roadside rose leaf. They splatter, they widen up... they join... the endurance with zeal keeps their characters unchanged, but are miscible...



Pmoves forward, crying for his life... He is optimistic, not like that of the State government, but he is optimistic with his life..for its the only thing for whom he is living till date!

1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9 = Very Few Do Calculate!

And the answer is 45. After writting on the above comment, even I counted it just now and answered! Re Check! Ya its 45. Slowly and steadily the years accumulate, and soon it seems that the Cold winter is about to come, yet there is a lot more things to do, to clear up, to make up...and to enjoy!
Starting way back in 1990, did the regular schooling start for me, in Calcutta Boys' School. Coming out of the "nurtury", it was into the PresiDays, followed by a Roller Coster University Days of Post Graduation. Today, when I reflect back and take the opertunity to relax in my crouch, the words of emplyed and un-employed batter its end. Although pursuing a different ambition where this phase is part of the accpetance, yet, they trouble a lot!
Almost at the finger tip with a date with my Silver Jubilee, life has its stagnant way! Crumbling into pieces, while rebuilding on a different arena! Quite like the Amoeba eh?!! Haha! good personification!
The generation NEXT is always on the…

Resonating Retrospective.

61 Years of Independence, but the fever of being in love never deals with a blunt glutton! It cuts through the ages, just like the candle inspires the soul to walk out of the darkness, the simple kiss arouses all the avenues of passions, that would otherwise remain disdained in the dust.
15th August 2008, is the day when another midnight triggers the drummers drum away to cheer to the 61st Year of Political Independence that came in 1947. And to this day, well its an year of Smiling incessantly in life!

11th August.

A day when The Mother Nation has always being proid of her Glorious Sons achieving various feats! It was 11th August 1908, exactly 100 years ago, did Mr. Khudiram Bose wore the Armour of a Matyr, by kissing the deadly gallows of the hanging rope. It was an act of freedom, fighting and inspiring many more to die for his and her country. In that league we have many great Indians like Shahid Bhagat Singh, Raj Guru, Bagha Jatin, Jatin Das, MasterMoshai, Binay Badal Dinesh, and the rolls will keeping on....

100 years hence, it was another act of freedom. The same date, 100 years later, Freedom from the regret that India never managed a GOLD in the Individual event at the Olympics, as another great son of the nation achieved the feat in Beijing, at the Beijing Olypics in the 10m Shooting event! That son is none other than the Chandigarh lad, Mr. Abhinabh Bindra. The Nation salutes to the new Generation Freedom Fighter, rather say "Proud-maker"! This is one of the best gift that an In…

Dearth Relaxation!

With the 29th September galloping its with its head on journey, it has always been a tough a call.With some two months of fool proof planning, each and everytime things are planned out, they fall out of places. 1..2...3...4... how many hours might one count, they seem with an ever ending tryst with boredom and career making from home territory. Creeps up the Bohemian feeling! Prodigal...eh? Guess not! Infact dont have the Centralized option to have a prodigal careless life! Do any one have? Its a dream nurtured with the utmost care! Lets see what turns up!
Finishing up with three long stretches of Quant tests, though of picking in somelines for the Blog! Goodnight! Good Day! (where ever you may be).

F"R"IENDSHIP DAY...

That R makes all the necessary difference on this day of the First Sunday in the month of August each year. If you remove the Rfrom the word FRIENSDHIP, it sounds a FIENDSHIP, and to many it is known that is how the things get going in this modern compititive world. Everywhere and every instance you shall look around would hint and dawn upon you that the word Fiend balances with the every hostile activities encountered each and every day, from every font of the battlefield called Social Activity. Just to commemorate the very rare Friendship needs creation of the days Like FRIENDSHIP DAY, where the basic beauty of human action needs celebration! CHEERS!
Never mind theblabs... Happy Friendship Day to all.