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.

Cure: Don't move. Let the professionals do their job.

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 people vaporized, as the Singur triangle became thicker and malicious with time. All the time, TATA manages for the designs of Nano, and on an auspicious day in 2007, the model...cute and sweet came into the platform at an Auto expo. Priced at INR 1,00,000 (hundred thousand), without tax, the car was more than economical... dream fulfiller as well as handy! And with the assurance of TATA, well, its more than Trust!

2007, the State faced the turmoil of Nandigram. Chaos was seen to hit in the intellect capital of India. Once it was said: "What Bengal thinks today, India thinks tommorow!" A pride for all bengalis. Today, for a cause, in 2008, the project Singur goes to the live wire, where Miss. Banerjee is standing at a juncture of no return. The advancements of the region bays, but she refuses to bask in the prospectives. What they are?

1) The industrialization brings forth the general welfare of the region, bringing in maintainence of roads and housings.

2) Industrialization would bring in both foreign as well as national money into the state, through the people in and around Singur.

3) The small housings that would develop in and around the region would canter the needs of health and education, responding to which well maintained hospitals and schools would creep up! At least one of each kind.

4) Employment both in kind and cause would sketch a solution for the unemployment in one of the densely populated states of Indian Union. Employment like guards, drivers, small mechanics, housing and household chore managers, maids, canteen workers, shopkeepers and many more...

These prospectives waver in the pandemonium residing at the place. The image of the state gets tarnished day by day and Miss Banerjee stands out as a luddite in the face of social prosperity! Sorry to say, but I once supported the cause at Nandigram...and partially Singur, both carried out by the Trinamul Congress and Miss Banerjee. But I am sad to see the outcome, which we the commoner can see, but a seasoned politician...people who serve the masses, fail to see. Miss Banerjee should sit for talks with the government and negotiate with the prices, as thopse 400 acres of land for which she is jumping around is not only useless, but seems baseless, as she cannot come up with the names of the unwilling farmers, who want their land back! The land is salinated due to construction sand and also rendered infertile due to concrete and other architectural materials. Its useless to win that back. Rather negotiate with the government and the TATAs for better future, a consolidated future for the farmers (whose cause the Lady is supposedly fighting for).

ASK FOR:

* Guranteed employement at the Plant.

* Some kind of Loyalty for the leased out land to the farmer's family.

Its useless to block the NH 32, or The Durgapur Expressway. Since 24th August the agitation is continuing, and today its the 7th day! The trapped trucks, amenities, and many edible and degradable amenities, medicines have all gone a waste!

Please Miss Banerjee listen to the Youth of Bengal... Please don't endanger our future!

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 young eyes that sought for the playful crows, which used to find out the right point to balance the ever swinging rods! Zig and Zag, it went. The canopies of the potted plants, tried to pose, some climbers plummeted with a fixed end grounded firmly to the pots. Francis thakuma managed to keep them groomed and each spring or the favourable autumn or winter, they flourished with flowers, red, blue, magenta, orange and what not! I exercised my maths over them, counting the colours that I could see...
They were there no more.

It baffled me, how bauble a time I had to seek for the visions that gave me company in my lonely after noons of early 1990's. I can still recall that I caught the sight of a Cuckoo, sitting on the antenna, back in 1997. I had my english exam that day, and it didnt turn out to be satisfactory. I cried, untill I heard the sweet voice of the cuckoo. It was advent of spring.... but then, everything went vague, without a word.

Today I dont see the antenna, nor I see the plants.... the flowers have changed their faces...they are invisble... with see through colours.... the lights dimmed leaving me commatosed...

Few lines...

P was 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...



P moves 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 prowl, to get momemtum out onto many more, taking the battle to the mass, letting them to chose, but the alley in which I am in at the moment seems quite crampy for space! Options are low and slow! Patience is the only answer, but it rests to see that I dont become the Patient! ;)
Take Care... although it wont matter to the selfish world to what ever I say! You wil Take Care!!

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 Indian can give to her mother, in the 61st year celebration of Independence, due this 15th August, 2008.

WE FLY HIGH TODAY!!!

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 R from 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.