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Ever wondered from where the term “flavor of the month” came into being? Can months also have flavors of their own? Well… can’t say about the other months of the year, but December definitely does! It starts with the air itself! Mumbai suddenly starts witnessing sweater vendors on the road! People, bundled up in layers of sweaters and scarves, are a rare and amusing sight! The mellowed down sun gives way to soothing breeze that caresses your face. When this happens at noon, it’s especially a unique experience for our concitoyens! And in this season, one HAS to try doing a little journey sitting on the first seat of a double decked bus to make most of this opportunity! The month also brings another reason to cheer: Christmas! Unlike what most people believe, you neither have to be a Catholic nor a kid to savor the excitement of this season! There is so much joy that Christmas offers; just choose what suits you the best! Take your kids to shake hands with Santa, be a (secret) Santa to so...

Bidaai is not when u leave someone behind... thats not y u cry. You cry because u let go of the most special people in your life to make place for another special person. Its the best example of tears of joy n sorrow together.

याद होगा आपको हमारा प्यारा मुस्सद्दीलाल चक्कर काट-काट कर जो रहता था अक्सर बेहाल? अब उसका बेटा मुस्सद्दीलाल जूनियर हुआ है "अडल्ट" जो अब तक था मैनर ले ली है अब इसने अपने हाथों में सारी भाग-दौड़ बनवाना है इसे अपना लैसंस, वीज़ा और पासपोर्ट जी हाँ भैया अब यह जायेंगे परदेश परंतु निश्चय है, कर के पढ़ाई लौटेंगे अपने ही देश! पासपोर्ट ऑफिस के बाहर मिले भाटिया एजंट "३००० साहब, पासपोर्ट चाहिए ना अर्जंट?" "क्यों दू मैं आपको ३०००? जब की ओफ़िशिअल रेट है १०००?" "कहाँ साहब यूँ ही चक्कर लगाएँगे? पिताजी के तो घिस गए, आप भी जुते घिसवायेंगे?" बिना इस बात को बढाए, M2 चला गया भीतर ना लाच, ना चोरी, ना कोई ग़लत काम इतर लाईन में खड़े रहें, १००० चुक्ते किये १५ दिन बाद पुलिस ने घर पर दस्तक दिए बाहर निकलते ही पटेल इंस्पेक्टर ने पूछा, "भाई साहब कुछ देंगे?" "नहीं!" शांति से बोला M2 "काग़ज़ात दिखा कर रवाना करेंगे!" जब गए यह लिसंस ऑफिस, निकलवाया इसी ईमानदारी से काम मुश्किल नहीं था, बस पुचा नहीं सामने से "शुक्लाजी, क्या है आपका दाम?" भले लगे यह...

Kabhi tum mujhse pyar karte Kabhi yun hi ruth jaate Jab marzi ki gale lagaya Jab mann kiya raub jamaya Na tumhe, na auron ko, Na kisi ko dekar apne jane ki khabar Chali jaungi ek din Chhod tumhe yunhi bekhabar! Tumhari Mashuka Zindagi.

The young man at the signal under the sun, Was selling the little toy soldier with a gun. I asked my seven year old cousin, “What do we call him?” “Terrorist!” she said, without looking grim. I regretted, for a second, asking such a question For a second, I looked up to the heaven! How do I explain, to this little girl of seven, The difference between the two men in question? I pointed at his uniform, “A soldier, darling” He protects us from terrorists, that’s his service.” Of that uniform, seemingly taking no notice She immediately asked, “So, whom is the terrorist serving?” I wanted to explain that terrorists serve nobody! That it is just another form of insanity! How do I tell her, “They serve their God”? “You shall be punished by God, If u hurt anyone in action or thought” Is what she has always been taught! How to answer such a question In such a bloody world Where one wakes to the fear of killed in a blast Thanks God at the end of the day if he does last! Where terrorism and corr...

"Crying has become your hobby", he said I hung up, kept crying, went to bed Kept crying this morning in the train Tears continued to flow in the rain... Suddenly, in the rain, the rain very same Saw a little girl playing an innocent game With a fallen sari of her mother, happy galore Not knowing, she didn't have a home anymore I cried again, crying being my hobby Reminded of a book, read in my marble floored lobby What Colette says with a lot of conviction, Love is not an honorable emotion!

Decide where you want to reach and then you will be able to choose your path well and enjoy it thoroughly. You will know which opportunities are enriching for you and could make the best out of them. Of course, little digressions on the way are always welcome to make the journey even more interesting. But the bottom line is, KNOW WHERE YOU ARE HEADING TO! But then you meet people of all sorts on this journey. And the dangerous species, or rather let’s call them influential species, are those with no destination at all! Now attention, there are two sub categories under this: the loafers or the wanderers are the first sub category. Simply put, they are lost! There is no purpose, not even a short term goal of pleasure in what they do. They do things just because they are told to so or because someone else is also doing it. And the second sub category is the: Behti hava sa tha woh… Udti patang sa tha woh.. Humko toh raahein thi chalati, wo khud apni rah banata Girta, sambhalta, masti se ch...

"Well Done Abba"- the title plays on the word "well" (baudi- as Boman Irani puts in his Biryani flavored Hyederabadi Hindi). the story revolves around how Imran Ali(Boman Irani)'s well goes missing and the whole attempt to this well back. The actors are introduced on screen through the characters. They seem to emerge from pages of a notebook, Shyam Benegal's notebook. Boman Irani plays Abba, and also the twin brother Rehman Ali. Ila Arun plays Rehman Ali's wife, Salma. Although the couple doesn't have a major role in the main intrigue, one cannot ignore them completely n Boman Irani in double role is definitely a double bonanza!!! Minisha Lamba has been convincingly made to look a teenager. Sammir Dattani scores high on the cuteness scale and does his job pretty "well". Both Lamba (Muskan) n Dattani (Aarif) represent the educated gen-next who can bring about a change in the "system". One cannot but help comparing the movie with We...

Une amie qui ne fait que des comptes M'a demandé de raconter des contes "Qu'est-ce que c'est que vous faites là? Tant d'années de la littérature, oh là là! Mais ça va! Tout ce qu'il faut faire C'est lire les romans et faire des commentaires Raconte-moi, disais-je, quelques anecdotes Qui vous font passer le temps et gagner des notes" Pour commencer, j'ai fait du Maupassant Pas de nouvelle, j'ai raconté un souvenir passant: C'était ma première "aventure" je me souviens Dieu Merci que ça me rarement revient! Dans un studio parisien, un homme se couche Avec une jeune femme sans "faire le verrou" Le propiétaire entre, quel outrage! Pourquoi aurait-il écrit un tel ouvrage? Le recit se termine avec l'homme qui jure "Toujours faire le verrou avant une telle aventure!" Puis je suis passée à Albert Camus Qui a laissé un demi monde tout ému Un Prix Nobel, chez lui, s'est bien arrangé Pour son roman envahissant ...

what a day! i went for my first ever staff picnic to this place called the Silent Resort in Palghar. it was nice to see all the teachers who u normally saw only in salwar-kameez or saree (n m not talkin about the majority, its the dress code!) in jeans n tee. perfect time for a picnic when we hv jus got done with portion n will have to start with exams soon.. it was a real stress buster! the place is subtitled The Whispering Gallery of nature. so very true. its vast ok! n there are several "aram kutir" with cots. the hammocks by the river side are a real pleasure. there r very few rides but pools of various sizes where u can just let your body loose. rain dance is quite fun too. its just impossible to resist the jhulas of all sizes n variety. there is ample place for cricket n other outdoor sports too. they have embellished the otherwise not-so-ethnic place with random wooden carved doorways. the food is as decent as it can be in such places.. dont forget to have the gola.. s...

MAIS C’EST QUI, APOLLINAIRE ? A : Mais enfin, c’est qui, Guillaume Apollinaire ? Quelle ignorance que ne le connaitre guère ? B : J’ai entendu parler que c’est un écrivain Qui met en valeur l’avion et le train A : Mais non! Un poète, pas un écrivain Un peintre, un artiste, mais jamais écrivain Ce style classique, qu’on fait sa devise N’est pour lui, qu’une grande méprise Le vieux sujet de poésie- l’amour La peine, et la souffrance de l’amour La mort, la Méduse, l’écoulement du temps On en a beaucoup parlé depuis bien longtemps La femme qui est la donneuse de mort Il en parle lais en changeant le ressort Ce n’est plus de lyrisme, d’allégorie, de ballade Ses poèmes ont pour intention, nous rendre malade Mais ne vous trompez pas- ce n’est pas son but «Je m’émerveille » se dit-il comme il débute C’est lui qui imagine toujours l’imaginable De jongler avec des mots, il en est capable La Tour pour lui, se transforme en bergère Il parle du quotidien d’une façon légère C’est lui qui ose s’adres...

Kuch saal pehle jab krantiveer aayi, Naana ne desh ki sthiti aakdon ke saath batayee Kaha, "Sau mein se assi beyimaan, Phir bhi Mera Bharat Mahan!" Haal hi mein jab Denny ne muavza kiya, Naana ke statistics ko radd kiya. Assi ka ab 99 hua, To lo, yeh desh ka haal hua. Toh kya hua gar hum beyimaan hai? Hum kya New Zealand ya Japan hai? Yeh phalsafa aam insaan ki samajh ke bahar hai bhai, beyimaani se toh uncha humara-aapka sir hai! Socho gar beyimaani na hoti toh kya hota? Yaani bhrashthachaar ka janm hi na hota! Netaon ka pait khali reh jaata Adha desh garibi ki rekha se upar aa jata. sarkar ke paiso se janta mauj karti Netaon ki tond (paunch) phir tond na rehti. Par aam aadmi to desh mein hi rehta, Khata-peeta aur aish karta Netaon par toh desh ke netrutva ka diyatva hai (Bhagwan! Inke haathon mein hamara bhavishya hai!) Tond hone se yeh khate-peete lagte hain desh ki khadya samasya par parda karte hain. Yunhi toh desh ka naam roshan hota hai. Pata nahi logo ko kyun gham hot...

January 26, 2010 Dr. S. Radhakrishnan Vidyalaya, Borivali Like every year, the Borivali branch of Bombay Cambridge Gurukul Schools, celebrated Republic Day and Investiture Ceremony on Tuesday, 26th January. The program started with a march wherein the Student Council members held the school and house flags high and the stroke of the drum reminded the march at the Rajpath. Mr. Yadav, a Merchant Navy Officer, escorted by the School Principal, Mrs. Manisha Arondekar, hoisted the flag. All hands rose automatically to salute the tricolor while lips proudly chanted the National Anthem. The program continued as students of the Secondary Section sang patriotic songs and performed a skit that took the audience to 2030 and compelled them to think about literally “earth-shattering” issues like global warming and water shortage. Mr. Yadav then addressed the audience, talking about the role of youth in the development of the country and the new avenues that the Merchant Navy provides for action. ...

A “THOUGHTFUL” AUTOBIOGRAPHY (Literature, life and me) “You don’t always like to be the taker. Sometimes you want to give something in return”, said the professor. This was not the first time that Niralee thought that what was being done in class had a great correspondence with her personal life. But today, after this statement, she was forced to think from where it all started? Her twentieth birthday, she figured out! This year, along with her dearest buddies Niki, Renu, Mon and Henna, she was celebrating it with some of her newly made friends, Rajiv, Ruby, Satish and Alpana. Little did she know, that this new year and these new contacts were going to bring a completely new perspective to her life. Niralee was already through with a week in her new job in a school and was thoroughly excited about this dual role of teacher and student that she was going to play. Although a fan of Indian literature, English literature had always scared her a bit. But she had a great fascination for Fren...