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Around 10:00 am there was utter chaos in the college campus. Peons, teachers and students were busy managing their respective jobs. College was organizing “condolence day” for Nelson Mandela. At 10:45 am ,when all the formalities were done, like lightening of lamps by unenlightened souls. Those two words of the chief speaker, which never seemed to reach the final full stop. After that it was time for two student speakers to pay their obituary to the legend. Siddhant and Nyssa .Siddhant being the first speaker effaced Nyssa in great pace ,while tapping and pressing hard his cherry blossomed shoes and marched towards the dice. Nyssa knew first of all he would waste his time making formalities, greeting every honorable man and woman. She thought had he been woman ,his half life would be wasted in completing formalities. Siddhant began with the same old rhetoric, his words echoed cool dude format, the googled script. Mandela did this Mandela was the true legend. His Indian con

“The most beautiful thing happened to me in 1990 when I met my wife Anjali. Those were special years and it has continued and it will always continue that way. I know Anjali being a doctor, there was a wonderful career in front of her. When we decided to have a family .Anjali took the initiative to step back and say that ‘you continue with your cricket and I will take the responsibility of the family’. Without that I don’t think I would have been able to play cricket freely and without stress .thanks for bearing with all my fuss and all my frustrations and all sorts of rubbish that I have spoken. Thanks for bearing with me and always standing by my side through all my ups and downs .you are the best partnership I’ve ever had in my life.” The excerpt says it all. For me as a feminist this part was the piece-De resistance of the speech. As it is the homemaker’s story. A homemaker who is always taken for granted. A homemaker who is considered substandard in a man’s world, whos

Humble figured man, with lost speech and loose stand sits in the room where his silence stirs him. Manmohan School of silent communications sits still when his silence like his conscience is stirred and willing to come out. His silence was no longer golden. His tongue is so controlled rather remote controlled that if he is programmed for speaking a sentence with one noun ,two adjectives and one conjunction, he won’t go beyond that verbs are not part of his speech since verb is ‘doing action’. This time when he boycotts the Commonwealth heads of government meeting (CHOGM), under inevitable political pressure, his silence transformed into words. This is what his silence and he discussed in the dark room, where the darkness is accompanied by moon light slanting on his study from the window, signifying still there’s hope. Silence : Dr saab, Mr. Cameron stole the commonwealth show .he was able to take firm stand on the CHOGM summit, he proved far more nous than you. Manmohan

contemporary conversation between lords in diwali of 2013... Rama : hey Lakshman, why didn’t you get reservation earlier..Travelling this way is such a mess..Exile was much soothing. Lakshman : Brother. Don’t bother. You have killed Ravana not Osama..Please don’t act Obama…travel like an ordinary man. Getting reservations in these days is next to mission impossible. Sita : both of you listen. No matter how we reach, make sure this diwali I get designer sari and handsome gold.. Rama : sari ,I would get you this time from Leela Bazaar .best sari shop down the town..I read on fb, this time they are giving 50% off on saris. Sita : what about offers on Klipkart and Fabong.com?? Rama : please we are buying saris...I didnot check them yet. For gold you have to wait till Shoban Sarkar’s dream gets dug. Sita : check out what are the preparations at Ayodhaya. Did they get new interiors??Has Ayodhaya became a metropolitan city yet. Lakshman : it has become me