SENSE OF HUMOR

People say I have a bad sense of humor. Let's see an example.

Yesterday my girlfriend (Let us assume I have one, like a mathematician lol) asked me why I selected her. My answer was loud and clear

"sometimes scarcity makes things more valuable than they actually are".

          ....First time trying to crack a joke. :p

               Is it cliched?

$ PLASTIC MONEY $

Have you ever heard of plastic money? If so then good, but if not then you were in my group. I came across this term in my daily newspaper. At first I thought it was a money which is made of plastic. But when I googled it I was about to laugh. It says that

Plastic money is a term that is used predominantly in reference to the hard plastic cards we use everyday in place of actual bank notes. They can come in many different forms such as cash cards, credit cards, debit cards, prepaid cash cards and store cards. 

WHAT IS MEDITATION?

Meditation is a part of Yoga (Yoga Sūtras of Patañjali) which means the act of giving your attention to only one thing, either as a religiousactivity or as a way of becoming calm and relaxed

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yoga_Sutras_of_Patanjali

In a single sentence it is said that-- Sleep is an unconscious meditation but meditation is a conscious sleep. 

Swami Vivekananda said that if a fool goes into deep sleep he/she will wake up as a fool but if she/he goes into deep meditation he/she  will wake up as mahagyani (a person who knows everything).

OLD "500" and "1000" NOTES ARE NO LONGER VALID IN INDIA

Modi Govt. repeats Janata Party's move to demonetize (stop using a particular currency) Rs 500 and 1000. Undoubtedly it's a surgical strike of different kind to curb black money. The reasons are quite obvious 

a. declaring a "decisive war" against black money (--THE TIMES OF INDIA)

b. stamp out menace (something that is likely to cause harm) of terror funding 

c. a parallel shadow economy corrodes (if a metal corrodes, it is slowly damaged) and eat into the vitals of the country's economy. It generates inflation which adversely (spreading a negative or harmful effect) affects poor and middle class families. It deprives government of its legitimate (allowed by law) revenues (income that Govt. receives) which could have been used for welfare and development activities.

                      From the midnight of November 8, Rs 500 and Rs 1000 will not be a legal tender, these will be just worthless piece of paper. In his 40 minutes address hon'ble PM said this has been done to combat graft (the act of getting money though dishonest use of political power) and terror funding.He said that despite several steps taken by his Govt. over the last two and-a-half years, India's global ranking on corruption had moved only to 76th position from 100th earlier.

                     Anticipation (a feeling of something that is going to happen in near future) built up after the declaration. There were serpentine (curving and twisting like a snake) queues at ATM kiosk (a small building where food, chocolate, newspaper are sold). Though hospitals and chemist shops were asked to accept the high currency notes. RBI (Reserve Bank Of India) was put in the loop six months ago to accomplish this. Apart from the PM and FM, only two senior officers each in finance ministry and RBI were in the loop. Around six months ago government asked RBI to print more notes of RS 50 and RS 100. Freshly designed notes of Rs 500 and Rs 2000 with chips in them will be introduced on November 10. 

                                                        ---- Kudos Modiji (LIKE)

FOR MORE INFO: http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Rs-500-and-Rs-1000-notes-scrapped-A-financial-crisis-for-parties-ahead-of-polls/articleshow/55323287.cms

Have a glance at the new notes --

http://www.newsx.com/national/45849-with-new-notes-of-rs-500-and-rs-2000-in-the-pipeline-we-take-a-look-at-the-difference

WHAT CODY SAW

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7FhHgYjymNU

Little post!

I know I'll dig that pain out of my chest. There will be peace and flowers everywhere. Love came with her stormy look. I was unable to recognize. She rejuvenated me like a caring mother. I was sprouting with my new green leaves. I felt that heavenly pleasure. Really love is divine. Holy love. Pure creation of God. The only thing bridges two hearts of different people.
      She loved me, I did not care. She stopped loving me,  I started. Endless love!

A poem on female infanticide. "My Name is Paromita" (আমার নাম পারমিতা)

                                             

                                                       My Name is Paromita

    

             Oh! I met my end at the very beginning.

             I can remember that day--

             23rd Nov, a dark frightening night, 

                 that day I saw earth first.

             But I couldn't--

                 With my newly born eyes,

             to see  the giant coming to engulf me.

             Probably, I was throwing my arms-

             or was crying loudly,

             but, was unable to understand,

                  who that man was.

            I was fed by mother for a while.

            Her watery eyes were trying to say--

                 "why have you born, mukhpuri".

            I murmured --

                 "have I given birth myself?"

           Next day,with rising of the sun,

           I understood, a black night--

                  was coming into my life.

           I saw, my mother with that man,

           went to our house!

           But! couldn't understand,

           what caused everyone to be silent.

           That time I was playing with my fingers,

           with great amazement.

           Suddenly, I heard-

                     my mother's cry,

           and that person, shouting loudly.

           

          I saw our house was large enough-

          and that person, probably my father.

         But never looked at me.

          I can only remember-

               mother's eye, water trickling-

               from her eyes.

       At evening, that person snatched me hardly-

      ma, trying to stop him madly.

      I understood nothing-

      Just saw, he took me in a car,

              we were out for an unknown journey.

   

     On the way, he gave a bundle,

     to a man wearing khaki.

     Then a long journey, a really long one.

     My father at last looked at me,

     His face was filled up with joy

         -mixed with anger!

     I was trying to understand,

         those mysterious things.

    Car stopped near a garbage,

    All of a sudden,

         before realizing anything-

    I was thrown there.

    Really I understood noting.

    I was there alone,

             crying alone,no one cared me.

   Except those beasts,

   my newly born organs, satisfied their hunger!

   Still I was trying to breathe, 

         pushing air in my little lounges.

 I was trying my best to keep me alive,

 because --

  I was trying to understand.....

         

          

             

My first blog!

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