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Shreya 28-Jan-2019 11:12

The fact that there's no creator god, only teachers to idolize to. Non-violence. Business//money-saving skills!

Neeti Patel 27-Jan-2019 21:31

The spirit of living life as a celebration, business foresight and bargaining skills😂

Kalamwali 26-Jan-2019 18:41

Gujju food, Gujju Business sense, Garba Dandiya
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  • And they lived...
    Aditya | 17-Feb-2019
    When Karan returns to Delhi, embarrassed, shameful and possibly looking for an assurance, Romila shames him further and turns away. Mr. Shergill follows suite and a devastated Karan returns to IMA to “earn his worth”. He does! Only after going through a period of shaping, as brutal as a cast iron furnace. He returns home as a war hero and then and only then does he find solace in Romila’s arms. We have all celebrated this coming of age narrative along with the popular theory being fed to us all the time that, one has to “earn” the love, not just “yearn” for it. And I dare say that this earning part is largely assigned to the man. I am not finding faults, from Romila’s perspective she was possibly right, how can she respect a man who does not respect himself? Probably she deliberately made him go through the grind, she did not mind that while doing so, she made herself into a trophy to be earned. She did all that possibly because she cared and had his best inter
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  • Team Kalamwali | 16-Feb-2019
    A work of Fiction by our Junior Kalamkar, Saanvi Shrivastava.       The Case of the Robbery at Wishwood Cottage   ‘Jack, Nora, come on! You know that we have to go in five minutes,’ their mother shouted. ‘Coming Mom!’ Jack yelled, pulling his sister down the stairs. Nora screamed, ‘Jack, let me go!’ Jack left her and ran down. And suddenly, BAM! Nora had fallen down. Now, you tell me what else will happen when a 12 year old pulls a 7 year old down the stairs and suddenly lets her go!! Jack and his mother rushed to help her to get up. ‘Come on now, hurry up and go to Peter’s house,’ Nora’s mother said. Jack and Nora nodded. Now, you must be wondering why is everyone in this house in a hurry, why are all the kids going to Peter’s house? Actually, their parents had to go to a meeting and so they were dropping the kids at Peter’s house as his parents were going for the same meeting. Nora went to Steffi’s kenne
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  • The perfect mistake
    Diyaa | 11-Feb-2019
    Sara was a charming twenty-one years young lady who recently stepped into her newly wedded life. Couple of months into this wedlock, she was still trying to adjust to the new life. It was a novel experience for her, from changing homes to cities to friends and now families. Everything was different. Since she was young, she fitted herself very easily into her new space. Rahul, her husband worked with the Indian navy, because of which he had to shift his home base near the port. He had left his family soon after he joined work. His parents lived in a city which was three hours away from his.   He was used to living alone many months of the year while the other months he sailed to far off places. He took good care of Sara now that he had her around. He made her feel very comfortable in his world. Clubbing, dinners, movies had filled their days. They even did groceries together. She remembered their honeymoon to snowcapped mountains in the Swiss. That one week had really bought them close to each other.
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  • Take Me Home
    Diyaa | 11-Feb-2019
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      I am not adrift nor am I lost  I am done wandering  But I still haven’t found that place  The stillness in me now awaits   Take me home  Take me there Show me the place  Where my soul would bare    I know not true freedom For I am chained in here  Not from now but many lifetimes  In my thoughts and mind I adhere   A wary traveller that I am Makes me even more anxious  My soul, eternal and unblemished Exactly knows where it belongs    To a place where my steps don’t stumble back in fear  But dance with leaps of joy  And sing with joyful tears    I miss my home I miss my source where only bliss and happiness flow A home with no walls of fear or anger  Is what I search with all my might alone    Take me home  Take me there I know the walk is long but It sure is worth every step   The place where all will seem serene  And joy gushes from in
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  • The day I almost missed my flight!
    Jyoti | 08-Feb-2019
    It was a chilly November morning on the last day of my trip and I was ready to come back home. I had to take an early morning train from Kathgodam to Old Delhi and then a flight from Delhi to my hometown. All the bookings were confirmed, I had enough time in between and I was good to go! But as they say” if anything is to go wrong it will and you cannot do anything about it”  On the night before my journey, my host tells me that the train which I am travelling in is frequently late and it will be difficult for me to reach the airport in time. He then advises me not to take a cab and use the metro to the airport as it will be the fastest option. I listened to him and kept my options ready in case of delay. The next morning my train was on time and I was really happy that I would reach the airport in time. The train was supposed to reach Old Delhi railway station at 3.30 pm and I had a flight at 6.25 pm. I thought I had enough time! The train was running on time till 1.30 pm and after that it
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  • Voiceinme | 05-Feb-2019
    Years of solitude,Short-lived euphoria.Glancing at you,The sparks in eyes turned to water drops,And I called it Panacea. My soul was your hostage,For you smoked love in the walls of my breath.Only If I could hear,Your voice,Which I named Panacea. Your departure,Bereaved me of everything that I ever owned,For you were my only wealth.And only belonging,Which I declared Panacea. Who determined our fate,No one is to be blamed.Let sleeping dogs lie,Not get emotional about goodbye.My Sun, in those shady storms,I called you Panacea.  
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  • The Magical Bedsheet
    Team Kalamwali | 05-Feb-2019
    A work of Fiction by our Junior Kalamkar, Saanvi Shrivastava.                                       The Magical Bedsheet   ‘Maya, let’s play something! Pleaaasseee!’ Maya’s younger sister shouted. ‘Not now, Bea, let me read my book. You play something on your own,’ Maya said. ‘Pleaassee,’ Bea said. ‘Nooo!’ Maya said. ‘Please,’ ‘No,’ Please,’ ‘No’. ‘Mummmmaaaa,’ they both shouted together. ‘Girls, stop fighting! Maya, play with her for sometime, ok? And Bea, Maya told you to play on your own, didn’t she?’ their mother shouted from the kitchen. ‘Come on, what do you want to play now?’ Maya sighed. ‘Let’s play “Who jumps the highest”,’ Bea replied.  ‘Fine, but just three rounds, ok.’ Soon, both the sisters were jum
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  • Rupin Pass Trek
    Aseem Avhad | 26-Jan-2019
    आपल्या आरामदायी पर्यटनाची वाट सोडून जरा आडवाट धरायची ठरवली तर निसर्गाची आपण न पाहिलेली, अद्भुत, विलोभनीय अशी रूपं आपल्या समोर यायला लागतात.त्यातलच एक म्हणजे हिमालयातील ट्रेकिंग.हिमालयात ट्रेकिंग करायचं म्हंटल्यावर रुपीन पासचा ट्रेक एकदा तरी करायलाच हवा. रुपीन पास हा उत्तराखंड मधील एक अ श्रेणीचा ट्रेक.अ श्रेणी म्हणजे अतिशय अवघड.इथले रस्ते उत्तम असतील अशी समजूत मनाला घालून आलात तर तुमची निराशा होईल.इथले बहुतांश रस्ते अजूनही कच्चे आहेत.जसजशी आपण उंची गाठायला लागतो तसतसे आपल्यासमोर जो काही निसर्गाचा चमत्कार दिसायला लागतो तो खरच अवर्णनीय असतो. देहराडून पासून धौला या छोट्याशा गावापर्यंतचा प्रवास चकित करणाराच आहे.आपल्याला सोबत करणारी खळखळती यमुना नदी. नंतर लागणारी टोन्स नदी. हिमालयीन पद्धतीचे पूल.त्यावरच्या पताका.तिथले चिंचोळे रस्ते आणि त्यावरून गाडीचालवण्याचचालकाच कौशल्य.ह्यागोष्टीनी आपल्याला चकित नाही केले तर नवलच.धौलासाठीचा शेवटचा प्रवास हाडे खिळखिळी करून टाकणारा आहे.धौला ह्या गावात आम्ही पोहोचतो कुठे की पावसाने आमचे जोरदार स्वागत केले.आमच्या स्वागतासाठीचा पावसाचा धुमाकूळ थांबल्यावर जरा गावात चक्कर मारायला बाहे
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  • You can fight. It doesn’t matter if you’re a girl or a boy.
    Team Kalamwali | 26-Jan-2019
    A work of Fiction by our Junior Kalamkar, Samaara Gandhi.                       You can fight. It doesn’t matter if you’re a girl or a boy.   Once upon a time, there was a girl all alone. Without a mom or family. Just a brother. Her name was Daisy. She was 8 years old. She decided she couldn’t live like this. So she travelled around with her brother. But soon people started troubling Daisy’s brother. She couldn’t take this and decided to learn how to fight the bullies away! So they wouldn’t trouble her brother again.She went to a person named David. She wanted him to teach her how to fight. But David said to her, “you’re a girl. You can’t fight”. Daisy said, “I don’t care. I will fight no matter how long it takes. I will learn”. David agreed and Daisy started training.Daisy failed in many things and lost but did not give up. She continued to practice even more and grew
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  • Aditya | 20-Jan-2019
    काल अखेर "भाई, व्यक्ती की वल्ली" हा चित्रपट पाहिला. सोशल मीडियावरील प्रतिक्रिया देखील वाचल्या. खरं सांगायचे तर सध्या "टेकिंग ऑफेन्स" हा एक सामाजिक ट्रेंड बनला आहे, तेंव्हा पु ल प्रेमींनी तरी मागे का राहावे एवढाच विचार आला. एखाद्या कलाकृती बद्दल परस्परविरोधी मते ही असणारच, कुठलीच कलाकृती संपूर्ण समाजाला समाधान देऊ शकत नाही, पु लं चे लिखाण तरी सर्वांना कुठे रुचले, तेव्हा मांजरेकरांचा चित्रपट याला अपवाद नाही. मात्र, "बिईंग रिसेप्टिव टू फीडबॅक इज ए साइन ऑफ लर्निंग" असे म्हणतात, तेंव्हा आलेल्या अभिप्रायाची नोंद घ्यावी एवढीच अपेक्षा, बाकी सध्या स्वतःच्याच कोशात (बबल) मध्ये राहणे हा देखील एक ट्रेंड आहे तेंव्हा.., असो..! चित्रपटाविषयी थोडं:चरित्रपट (बायोपिक) हा केवळ एखाद्या व्यक्तीच्या सद्गुणांबद्दलच असला पाहिजे असा काही नियम नाही. तेंव्हा चित्रपटात आढळणारी भाईंची डावी बाजू मला तरी फार खटकली नाही. कुठलीच व्यक्ती परफेक्ट नसते, अगदी नाव पुरुषोत्तम असले तरी, आणि तसे जर दर्शविले तर ते एकसुरी वाटते. बाकी आपल्याकडे अंध भक्तांचा तुटवडा नाही, एखाद्याला देव केले कि ती व्यक्ती कितीही चुकीचे वागली तरी त्या वागण्याचे उदात्तीकरण
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  • I Left My Beloved
    Devi | 15-Jan-2019
    My beloved is alone in the strange place of theirsI left my beloved in the darkest of placesFrom where you can hardly see the roadThe forest: maze, cageAll the beasts and gamesI left my beloved in the strangest place of theirs I had been there all aloneI mingled with the beast and won their gamesIt is different since my daysThey changed the rules, they changed the gamesI left my beloved in the strangest place of theirs Beasts are stronger than ever, Cruel smirk on their face as the blood of their last prey drips down their chinThere are dreams and ambitions, dreams and ambitions on the wayAnd at the end of the lane, it was the primrose pathBut it is the darkest of places Battles are not newI would replace her the frontline if I couldI would be the vanguard if they let meI wanted to go with her at least There were dreams and ambitions, dreams and ambitions on my wayI left my beloved in the strangest place of theirs
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  • The Broken Glass
    Team Kalamwali | 13-Jan-2019
    A work of Fiction by our Junior Kalamkar, Zoya Patil Sangwan   The Broken GlassOne day a girl named Piku was at home by herself with her helper doing some work in the kitchen. She was playing in her mother’s room and while playing she accidentally broke her mum’s favourite water glass which was always on her bedside table . Piku was very scared of what her mother would say so she decided to hide the broken glass in her own room. The next day when her mother wanted to have water she saw that her glass wasn’t there so she decided to take another glass . She thought the helper must have taken it for a wash . The next day when Piku’s mum was cleaning Piku’s room she found the broken glass and when she put the pieces together she was stunned to see that it was her glass . After that Piku’s mum shouted at Piku and after sometime her mother felt bad for making Piku cry over a silly glass so she went to Piku’s room, she apologised to Piku and told her t
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