<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286757754002662287</id><updated>2024-09-07T21:01:34.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE INCISIVE CLICK</title><subtitle type='html'>The INCISIVE CLICK embraces the entire world straight from the heart. Integrating life with people and emotions . Breaking the strings that are been locked up in the heart. Some of the best moments captured not by camera but by the heart of writer.&#xa;&#xa;IT&#39;S INCISIVE CLICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://theincisiveclick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286757754002662287/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://theincisiveclick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bhavya Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498706226885372079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286757754002662287.post-2623575626091903741</id><published>2020-03-06T08:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2020-03-06T08:20:40.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk of Dignity! - Inspitale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.inspitale.com/a-walk-of-dignity/&quot;&gt;A Walk of Dignity! - Inspitale&lt;/a&gt;: 8:30 a.m. sharp, I leave my hostel and start walking down the lane to reach the metro station. A lane which is sometimes too clumsy in rain because of which one has to hop, to cross the pool or sometimes …&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheIncisiveClick&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://theincisiveclick.blogspot.com/feeds/2623575626091903741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://theincisiveclick.blogspot.com/2020/03/a-walk-of-dignity-inspitale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286757754002662287/posts/default/2623575626091903741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286757754002662287/posts/default/2623575626091903741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://theincisiveclick.blogspot.com/2020/03/a-walk-of-dignity-inspitale.html' title='A Walk of Dignity! - Inspitale'/><author><name>Bhavya Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498706226885372079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286757754002662287.post-1181845378917347430</id><published>2019-08-23T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2019-08-23T05:59:04.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fidus Achates !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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23 years of a journey! And still hustling and bustling with new roads.....&lt;/div&gt;
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But few of them around me are still staunch. Don&#39;t know how my life would be without them. For the first time on my blog, I wish to write for all my peas who carry a ray of sunshine which makes me grow more. Just reviving the days we met and never thought to be so close the way we are today.&lt;/div&gt;
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This is 2019, let&#39;s flip some pages and go back to the year 2014. School life just ended and with a bag of lessons and memories, I started my graduation. Mum says now my kiddo is going to be a college chick! Can&#39;t get over her sarcasm but yeah life had to bring something for me.&lt;/div&gt;
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10:45 a.m., I was sitting in a park because my college welcomed me with strike and no classes till July! Thoughts were running in my head and, there I was sitting with a girl who was struggling to cope up with my talks. Then here comes a slender girl with a pony tied up, quiet as if she was standing in the desert. Well! I just waved my hand to her and asked her name. She replied, &quot; Hi! Seema here&quot; and then again I continued further with all my rubbish in my mouth. I was pretty sure, the way she looked at me while I was talking, she had thoughts of throwing me into an asylum.&lt;/div&gt;
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I really did not think that day, that I met my soul-sister. From going classes together to all the fun rides on my scooty, from fighting with your ex to protect you, to giving shitty management tests together and knowing well that we did not cross even one, it just went off!&lt;/div&gt;
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This is Seema - sister from another mum! Sexy and beautiful always.&lt;/div&gt;
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Next comes a girl specs on her eyes and holding books in her hand. The studious Sanskriti Sinha!&lt;/div&gt;
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While I and Seema were sitting in the class, there was a girl on the very first bench continuously writing notes in her copy. You just have to ask what the lecturer told 2.05 seconds ago, she can accurately tell you word by word, scribbled every bit in the book. Honestly, I felt this girl was too much kiddo by nature and will never do anything exciting in her life but Naah... I just spoiled her too...&lt;/div&gt;
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From, she going slow on her scooty because &quot;Precaution is better than cure&quot; to running towards me today whenever she meets me, this eventually not so immature girl is way far mature we thought. Did I ever told you that, that day when I was all shook and crying and you sitting back on those stairs said,&quot; Bhavya! you are not meant for that&quot; Those words brought a new hope in my life. Just forgot to say, &quot;Thank You!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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So, there is always one person in your whole group, who is beautiful as fuck and gives solid competition to all models. Well! Even I had one! Yes perfectly figured! Not less than heroin but a baby in her thoughts. Where everybody till today asks me, &quot;Is she single?&quot; I there was freaking her out to talk. Sitting opposite to me in the examination hall, I was pleading this girl,&quot; Ayushi say Hi!&quot; and like cute baby smile and struggling to speak she use to say &quot;Hi! Bhavya&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is Now Ayushi Rajeev Singh! Yup married now!&lt;/div&gt;
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From asking me the differences between smooch and lip locks to sitting back at my scooty and teasing all boys around, this girl is no more a baby and devil in her thoughts. My Fighter - Ayushi!&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes! This is my Soul-Sisters gang without whom I was just a lonely person walking all alone. While I had this wonderful cake, the cherry was been missed. God had to send someone who could tell me every day, &quot;Babes, I am there for you&quot;. This guy has a special appearance in my life. The way we get an intermission in a film and the climax begins, here comes the climax of my life - Shivam Goel!&lt;/div&gt;
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I still remember that day while I tried reaching out Seema for help, I was not able to connect with her. All in all, I decided that day let&#39;s finish this not so calm life. While I scrolled one last time on this account, I just got stuck on this long nose. The boy from Delhi, perplexed me so much with his pictures, that I just wiped out my tears and texted him. I still don&#39;t understand why this happened. Guess what! Within a few seconds, I even got a reply, &quot; Hi Shivam here&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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And at the same moment, we exchanged our WhatsApp numbers too and it was not even him who asked for. It was me who asked for the number. Instead of asking who he was, I just randomly asked him a creepy question and he without judging me replied. 4 hours before, I was about to stop my life and this man from nowhere, not even sitting beside me, saved my life!&lt;/div&gt;
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From this one small conversation to now endless chat. The person who said, &quot; I never believed in Bff concept&quot; to calling me as his bestie; From making random chats to now getting worried if one does not reply in an hour; I got my sunshine! My cherry in the cake - Mr. Shivam Goel.&lt;/div&gt;
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These four people just pushed me so much that today wherever I am, is because of their love and affection for me. Life was now beautiful. But it had to be more beautiful and mature with one more action player.&lt;/div&gt;
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This long man who did not even know how to say Hi to a girl; had to come into my life and let me know that what I think about myself was not the reality. He always says,&quot; You are beautiful in your own way&quot;. The last piece of my puzzle - Nadeem Sayed!&lt;/div&gt;
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Where all my friends were struggling in their careers; even I was stretching myself out. Tired, pissed off and lost all faith, this guy just said me one thing, &quot;I am sure about you; you will make it&quot;. Finally, that happened. From watching the constellations together to he crying happily on my placement. I got you. I still feel guilty about some of the reactions and decisions that I did in front of you but you still love me in the same manner, the way it was always.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thanks! It&#39;s a really small word for you people but I promise I can do everything for you what you want. I promise to be loyal to you and love you always. Just stay with me the way we are today.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheIncisiveClick&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://theincisiveclick.blogspot.com/feeds/381829461979359812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://theincisiveclick.blogspot.com/2019/01/a-journey-for-realization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286757754002662287/posts/default/381829461979359812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286757754002662287/posts/default/381829461979359812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://theincisiveclick.blogspot.com/2019/01/a-journey-for-realization.html' title='A Journey For Realization'/><author><name>Bhavya Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498706226885372079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1eCz0D2_N-dcyvAwKA8vnHj2EE0DsgZ0utd_d2kW8tUkd1kp8_NcrhRGS9aJpQkxFjpwkDpDRivM82LLQhuEJk0ZZWtXFWE1Qv-K0XBZMl4F-2gvDFDgJNu0arEC6kdhqVtwV_oU3wRHa/s72-c/girl-on-a-bus1-ConvertImage.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286757754002662287.post-2998840121917420228</id><published>2018-12-26T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2018-12-26T22:45:34.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its been a couple of months. Right? People who loved to read my blogs were asking me that why I have stopped writing them. But do you know what, when it comes to me, I require those words which are close to my heart in order to pen down them. My thoughts are not random or one can say kind of imago. Writing anything has to be an exploration and so there I was in those days exploring my love and my days with him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;So what do you think today, from where I will start off?&amp;nbsp;Would it be like making up the lost time or a new start?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;So let&#39;s start from the time, I thought of to distance from him. Don&#39;t be shocked! There comes a time in your life where you feel that it&#39;s better to be away from your loved ones otherwise you might turn out a thorn in their lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was that evening sitting beside him and looking up towards the stars. We two together use to explore the little angels turned out to be the stars in that sky or that special star with whom we were connected to. After losing someone special you always find them in those shiny heavenly bodies. I always get chocked when I think about my loved one who are not with me and here comes my man who always says that dear they are at the most secure place,&amp;nbsp;smiling at me. I always felt that people whom I loved the most are not with me because it was me who has always been a jinx in their lives. The moment&amp;nbsp;I enter in their mortal, they become the dark angels. But there was someone who never felt so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The man who loves me to his infinity believes&amp;nbsp;that I am the most wonderful effervescence one can experience. That night I said to him, &quot;To leave me. I am a mistake in his life.&quot; He replied, &quot;True I did a mistake in my life. I shouldn&#39;t love a person of a different religion. It&#39;s a presage! My God will definitely punish me.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;There I was weepy and was cursing me deep inside. I stood up and said, &quot;I am sorry! I never wanted that you should be punished by God for this relationship. I really don&#39;t want that a single scratch should come on you because of me. We have time to rectify this. Better you leave me&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was sitting there and gave a sigh for a minute and said, &quot;Whatever happened I can&#39;t change it. I have to answer that supreme power for whatever time I had been with you. But the mistake I committed with you, I don&#39;t want to rectify it.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;He said, &quot;You have no clue this mistake gives me the most delightful commiseration. Every morning holding those hands and having breakfast. Cuddling with the cutest panda on this planet. Looking into those eyes who believe me the most and being with my strongest pillar of my life after my mother is the best happening that one can feel.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;And you say to stop this. Well, I don&#39;t allow you to stop anything that is so beautiful in my life. If you really want something to stop. Then do one thing ask my tummy to stop being a balloon; if you can do so truly I will be grateful to you and when it comes dealing with the supremacy, I will look to it.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;He made me sit again and kissed my forehead and said, &quot;I would love&amp;nbsp; continuing to commit this mistake every day.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheIncisiveClick&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://theincisiveclick.blogspot.com/feeds/2998840121917420228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://theincisiveclick.blogspot.com/2018/12/after-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286757754002662287/posts/default/2998840121917420228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286757754002662287/posts/default/2998840121917420228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://theincisiveclick.blogspot.com/2018/12/after-long-time.html' title='After a long time'/><author><name>Bhavya Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498706226885372079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgteRPVd4GZpIBhFAJnXVWP4jSvQWgP-7P0W-xru13NONDkm3Tx7RjwZGw_JH3_KaH8G-znZJKVoMuffpyAsfg6K8W_1gFCEn7JKUxRc2Mn_f_i8Ay9o1u4MLtH_p0NhuyKAIRIEesEDn2o/s72-c/423f5335da23cb8e8f915bf06c869803715a3eab_hq.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286757754002662287.post-180142558840564784</id><published>2018-08-05T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2018-08-05T11:44:39.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Broken Chains...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;But she still could not forgive them&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Where the whole world today was cherishing their friendship moments, there was one girl sitting back on her cot and was thinking about her splintered friendships. She swam a journey from where her friends who were strangers at the very beginning; later on turned out to be a family and now were back as unconversant paisans.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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She asked once to her mother, &quot;Ma, what&#39;s that one super power that God has given to me?&quot; Her mother replied,&quot;God has the supreme power to decide your whole journey. He is going to choose that who are going to be your parents, brother, sisters, uncle, aunt,soulmate, life partner.&quot; She said,&quot;Everything God has decided, then what&#39;s left for me?&quot; Mother replied,&quot;Your Friends!&quot;. The divine being there give us the opportunity to choose our own friends.&lt;/div&gt;
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While thinking of this conversation, she asked to her soul,&quot;Do I not possess that power?&quot; The inner me replied,&quot;You do!&quot;.She asked again,&quot;Then what&#39;s that one thing that is hindering in me?&quot; The inner soul replied,&quot;You don&#39;t possess the power of retaining your friends!&quot; She remained quiet and understood the facts.&lt;/div&gt;
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While this girl who was upset about all this, I gave thought to what has happened to her journey. It happens at times that you unknowingly hurt people. Probably their feelings too. But what if you came to know about your mistake and still continue to do the same? Here comes the time to catechize yourself. It&#39;s not all about staying together, it&#39;s all about how you make feel others. You will come across in your life where many relationships stop for a while. There is no conversation and no connection but whenever they meet back, it&#39;s all the same. Many friendships break because of this ignorance which are too oblivious.&lt;/div&gt;
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If you have realized today, don&#39;t prolong things anymore. You never know what you loose very soon. I wish this girl all the very best in her life and I wish you too the same. The journey is still too long. Don&#39;t make it monotonous. It&#39;s your bosom buddies who help you create great memories. Call back once again whom you left somewhere in the journey and built those strong bonds that one says,&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;She gives her Strong Bonds a shake,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;And laughs until her belly aches.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The only other sound&#39;s the break,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Of distant waves and birds awake.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Strong Bonds is Blossom, Strong and deep,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;But she has promises to keep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;courier&amp;quot; , monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her Bonds - Her Friends.....................................&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy Friendship Day To All!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish that right now, I can hug you tightly. Kiss you thousand times.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cuddle with you Love you a lot to all my extent. The graph which you made for me, I am following the same.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This letter I wrote two months ago for him. Deep inside was not happy to stay without him. I always felt that this hankering will soon lead me into disaster. Finally after couple of months we met. I guess that was the second time happened that in the night when he was standing infront of me, I looked into his eyes the same way when for the first time I proposed him. We were left from now onwards for next eight months. I had promised that these eight months would be real special one. I won&#39;t loose him any day. But I guess our journey to stay apart from now forth had already begun. His responsibilities and priorities were changed. It was never like that I was not interested in supporting him in his work but still my urge to spend just 24 hours with him was not stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eight months and things are going to change. Deep inside, I am dying everyday. I have really small dreams to get fulfilled with him. I want to cook for him; make him feel comfortable, take care of him. Just want to have a cup of coffee at 3 a.m. and long conversations. I want to take care of his family. Make him feel secure. Enjoy the rain with him. Just want to sit back with a pizza and watch web series with him. While he is sleeping, want to see that peace on his face. I guess this is going to merely take place. Sometimes I feel that all this will make him uncomfortable or I am being completely kiddish still is it wrong to desire for the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I really have no idea that either this is being clingy or extreme longings but I was pious about my love for him. I fail him in making this understand. I become fragile in sharing his work but at the end it&#39;s just the 24 hours that I wish no one comes between us yet I feel like things are going to remain the same. I understand compromises, commitments yet is it wrong to desire for fruitful time with someone.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I always want to say this to him that whatever minute or second spend with him is my favourite time. We won&#39;t remember the gifts, toys, flowers bought but the quality time we share is not only enough but also the cherished time period. He has been the most beautiful thing happened in my life. Reason why my longings desire for more. To all who hear my voice, make your moments the best one. Time is really short to snatch happy moments. Enjoy your days who love you unconditionally.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was confused from past few days about our friendship or rather should I say our relationship. It was a phase where I was still exploring that are we just best friends or more than it. He was my human diary where everyday I use to write my secrets but this time I was not able to write that I started loving him. Our evening walks were no more the same. His gestures everyday were hinting me that whether he likes me or not?&lt;br /&gt;
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One night, I was talking to my roommate and suddenly I asked her about him. She directly said,&quot;He likes you&quot;. Till that time I felt that I was the only one who felt this but no even my roomie said the same. I said to her,&quot;I will wait for the day when he says something regarding this but till that moment, I will wait&quot;. But still who actually wanted to wait for his reply. I decided, time to pull out each and every thought which he has hidden.&lt;br /&gt;
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We both were sitting in canteen and after having our supper, I asked him,&quot; Is there something which you want to say to me?&quot; He replied, &quot;No&quot;. Inner me, the answer did not satisfy my question. I again pinched him and asked,&quot;We are best friends and I share everything with you. If you want to tell something or say, please tell.&quot; This time the reply was not the same as earlier. He said,&quot; I am scared to tell and feel that I will loose something precious.&quot; I was blushing but still I controlled. Later on the topic was changed. We started clicking our pictures. At one picture of ours, he again and again said this is the most beautiful picture. I uploaded that on my social account and later on after few minutes, I saw his comment with blue hearts and written &quot;U&quot;. I was going back to my hostel irate and he followed me back.&lt;br /&gt;
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I asked him again,&quot;Am I thinking the same which you want to say?&quot; He said,&quot; I told you, I am scared.&quot; Heading towards to my hostel he held my hand and said looking into my eyes,&quot;In our religion, we are not allowed to see in any other woman&#39;s&amp;nbsp; eyes but I still look into your eyes to answer you.&quot; That was enough for me what he did. I was in love with him but this time I felt the spiritual intimacy with him. I saw his love for me deep hidden in his eyes.Truly said when a boy is in love you can see in his eyes. It was that day when I saw my today, tomorrow and my future for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;
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standard, when she took her first step to stop domestic violence which was
happening with her mother. At that time, the small kid didn’t even know what
domestic violence is but she stood in front of the 5’8 man and pushed him
against the wall. She held her mother’s hand and went to her grandmother’s
house, leaving her father alone. &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;She
took the first step towards her individuality.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;A new chapter was
introduced in the class on Jainism and Buddhism. Students understood about her
religion that she is a member of one of the two principal sects of Jainism and
male ascetic members of this sect do not wear clothes. When asked from her,
from which sects she belongs to, she answered,” I am a jain-digambar girl.” Her
classmates after the school got over, in order to tease her on the basis of
religion, asked her to remove her clothes. When she was 12 years old, she was been
bullied by her classmates but she did not fear. She thrashed one of the boys
with brick to save herself from bullying. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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with the support of her mother opened an NGO and started helping the kids of
age 1- 10 years old. She discovered her unconditional love for kids while
enjoying motherhood with those kids. It was all this that she was learning
every day and how to cope up with difficulties. After completing her 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;,
she started working with many social activists and worked on campaigns for kids
and women. Despite of not getting any support this time from her family, she
moved on, rumbling her individuality.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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graduation, her mother met an accident. Instead of finding help from others,
she took her own steps and did each and everything to care of her mother. On
the path of becoming a strong independent woman, she learnt how to withstand
and absorb pain of life. She even lived in an abusive relationship with a
person but instead of living in that pain, she fought and moved out from the
negativism of life. She with her smile moved on and on and today she is a
successful entrepreneur, running 10 NGO and helping others to achieve the best
in life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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individuality and it’s important for every woman to learn how to be a beacon in
the stormy days of life and understand the deeper life experiences. At the end one
has to be the one that she wants to become not what the world wants. It
requires courage to stand alone and fight against the difficulties. &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Embrace your individuality.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Christianity:&lt;/b&gt; Jesus always showed the greatest esteem and the greatest respect for woman, for every woman, and in particular ,he was sensitive to female suffering. Going beyond the social and religious barriers of the time, Jesus reestablished woman in her full dignity as a human person before God and before men ... Christ’s way of acting, the Gospel of his words and deeds, is a consistent protest against whatever offends the dignity of women.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Islam:&lt;/b&gt; “And among His signs is this: that He created mates for you from yourselves that you may find rest and peace of mind in them, and He ordained between you love and mercy. Certainly, herein indeed are signs for people who reflect.” (Quran 30:21)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Hinduism:&lt;/b&gt;  The strongest presence of the divine feminine among major world religions, from ancient times to the present. The goddess is viewed as central in Shakti and Saiva Hindu traditions.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Sikhism:&lt;/b&gt; The founder of Sikhism, Guru Nanak, reportedly said in 1499 that &quot;[it] is a woman who keeps the race going&quot; and that we should not &quot;consider woman cursed and condemned, [when] from woman are born leaders and kings.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Judaism:&lt;/b&gt; According to traditional Judaism, women are endowed with a greater degree of “binah” (intuition, understanding, intelligence) than men.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Jainism:&lt;/b&gt; Jainism is a religion of religious equality, devoted to recognizing the rights of all living creatures.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tried to find in almost each and every religion which says that women are born to get disrespect. They are the creatures on the planet that one can brutally kill or rape. Not a single holy book says this. Then how can one on the basis of religion rape an 8 year old girl or rather I should say you are trying to hide your animalism in the name of religion. Even Ravan did not touch Sita without her permission. Lucky she was that she was kidnapped by Ravan and not by the bhakts of Ram. &lt;br /&gt;
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We are not allowed to have strong laws, we are not allowed to get safety and we are not allowed to get proper education. Then what are we up to, just to lick your shit off. I always felt that the 90’s generation should be finished off as soon as possible because this orthodox thinking is there but I was proven wrong when I saw in a video, a 12 year old Haryana boy said that in rape cases the fault&amp;nbsp; is of girls. They wear jeans and so boys get attracted. It’s the fault of victim. A 75 year old man says that once girl crosses the age of 15-16 and the rape happens, it’s not a rape, it’s her choice. The teachings of such people are coming into next generation and there is no stop.&lt;br /&gt;
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My question goes that if wearing of jeans seduces men and makes them rape a woman, how they get seduced from 5-10 years old girls. These rascals are not even leaving new born baby girls. What the law is expecting, I have no clue. I have decided that if anyone tries to touch me without my permission, I will chop his hands because I can’t sit back and watch a candle march for me. I will take my own steps when law cannot support me. I don’t want my body to be taken to a foreign country where I should take my last breath.  &lt;br /&gt;
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The voices which has been raised through social media, you even delete that. A common man if comes up on the road to fight, you go for lathi charge. Are you seriously coward or you don’t have the guts to face? It’s enough!! High time dear government either you take steps or we will do in our own way.&lt;/div&gt;
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use to walk together in the dusk and had long conversations, sometimes about
family, career or ex relationships. They were best friends. Both knew each
other well but had no clue that they are in love with each other. The two
weirdos use to express each and everything to each other but were not able to
correspond about their hearts. If anyone of the two was not talking, the other
one use to get stressed. Talking for hours and not getting bored, they both
never let each other go. Already the soul mates walked into each other’s heart.
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evening they went down for their habitual evening walk after the classes. Both
were talking to each other. Suddenly the boy started annoying the girl by
singing stupid songs. She always got irritated whenever he started with some
stupid stuff. When she use to get aggravated, she snatched his hair. He was
tall and she –“short”. So standing on the sidewalk pavement, she pulled his
hair. The fight went on. He continued to infuriate her and she went on beating
and pulling his hair. Finally they reached the mess and sat there.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Both were now tired. They met their senior
there and the boy started there with his senior exasperating her. Now she was
highly upset and in anger she punched in his face and something went wrong. The
specs were broken.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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got anxious of about what she had done. She started blaming herself that a
small piece of glass could have gone into his eye. The boy saw that she was
perturbed. He was consoling her, nothing went wrong, and everything is fine. He
has spare set of specs but she was not getting calm. She held his hand and took
him to his hostel. On each and every step she was telling him that now there is
staircase or whatever that was coming during the path as his vision was
blurred. There in his hostel she was requesting his friends that to please take
him to his room but he was explaining again that he can go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He
went back to his room and she left for her hostel and started crying. After few
minutes she got a video call from him. She saw his spare specs and said fine
and finished the call. Again she got a voice call from him and asked her to
stop crying, consoling her by saying nothing happened to him. She was again and
again saying what if anything went wrong and he got harmed because of her. But
the boy said nothing happened thankfully and while consoling her said if
anything had gone wrong she had to marry him. Instead of reverting back
negatively, she sobbing again and again said if that would have happened she
would have married him. Unofficially both proposed each other. The boy smiled
as anyhow what he wished for he got that unofficially. The love was unsaid till
now but the broken frame said everything, leaving the guess which was unsaid
till now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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enjoying the beautiful moments with her love. They both were head over heels
for each other since the day they proposed. Every day a new surprise was
planned for each other. Her only wish was to fulfill all his dreams and give
their relationship the best. One day while they were conversing regarding their
future plans. Suddenly the boy said I want you to be the mother of my kids in
future.&amp;nbsp; The girl was blushing. She said
that we’ll see in the future but deep inside she knew just because of different
religion of which they belong to, the possibility of living together as husband and wife
was difficult and then later on the topic was changed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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the time that the boy use to say that again and again and she replied just by giving
him a smile, said that we’ll see in the future what is destined. She wanted to
fulfill her man’s dream. Presently both were completing their post graduation.
Therefore, the dream which her love wished was not possible. But as it said
nothing is impossible in life. If you try to get anything in life one day or
the other you will achieve it. The same happened with her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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graduation she was also working with a care home. One evening she got a call from
the nursery nurse. A normal conversation was going on between them. How the
studies are going and here in the care home kids misses her a lot. After a while
the nurse told that we have one new born baby girl in our home. Somebody left
her near their house. The girl asked about the child’s health from the nurse and
after some more discussions went on about the child and the conversation was
over. After the call she began to complete her project but something got struck
in her mind. She thought why not give the child her boyfriend’s name. She won’t
adopt the child right now but once she capable of she will. She called back and
asked the nurse what name you have given to the child. The nurse replied we
haven’t given till now but the kids of the orphanage call her “Guddo”. &amp;nbsp;She requested the nurse to keep the child’s
name as “Navya Sayed”. The nurse didn’t know why she wanted this but after
having a word with the senior staff, they decided for the same.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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her love wanted. The name that she gave to the child was also the combination
of her and her boyfriend’s name. It was the time to surprise him that finally
unofficially but he is a father now. They were sitting in the canteen one
evening. She started off and told about what had happened and finally declared
that love , you are now unofficially a father and we have a daughter now. One had
to see his face red – blushing. He was happy and they both celebrated and welcome
their kid by having pastries. Yes the child and her parents were in two
different cities but somewhere their souls were attached. At the end she could
sense the happiness of her love and finally she gifted him the pita pat of
little feet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;By every morning, sharp
8:30 a.m., she receives a call from him. Every day the same questions but the
love and care from him always escalate for her. Till the time she does not
reach her office, they continue to talk on call. His only concern why the hell
you don’t eat your breakfast and her only reply was not in a mood. But still
without screaming on her, he replies with all his affection that you must have
anything in the breakfast. You are in a new city; no one will help you out if
your health goes wrong. But her mood swings never support her behavior. Just
because she had a fight with someone or her work was not considered in her
office, her anger comes out and she comes out in a different manner with him.
He still listens to her quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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happened and after a small conversation she rejected the call. Every day she
feels bad about what her mood swings are doing to her relationship. Every day
she thanks to God for giving her a man who handles her tantrums so beautifully
but also asks God how to control her anger. She remained silent for few minutes
and was waiting for her cab. Next to her a stout- short girl was standing who
looked ferocious. Someone called Akshita! That stout-short girl looked at her
left side. She understood that the girl who was looking so irate, her name is
Akshita. She started looking her and her moves. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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towards to a boy who was waiting for her on his bike. He was smiling looking at
her but Akshita remained the same. Akshita looking at the boy pointed him to
bring his bike where she was standing. The boy asked her to come there but
Akshita was not ready to listen and looked straight as if she is ignoring him.
The girl was watching what that boy will do so that Akshita comes there. She
saw that the boy took his bike and made his bike on stand. He sat down there on
the road with his helmet in his hand and was looking towards Akshita. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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waited for Akshita’s move. Suddenly Akshita looked at the boy and watching him
sitting down on the road and smiling towards her, she started laughing. She
went there and sat down on his bike and left.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;There she stood smiling at what happened. She was all calm till now and
remembered her love. Her love did somewhat the same things for her, all the
possible attempts to make her smile and when he sees her smiling, his mind use
to get calm, he smiles and kisses her forehead.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Her cab came and she called her back. The conversation again started
till she reached her office but now with a cheerful mood.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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that your partner is going from a bad phase and doesn’t know how to react. It’s
your responsibility that you try to understand and make things better. If both
the person react in the same manner things will be ruined up. The way she
reacted made her love felt bad but he never made things go wrong. Both tried to
console each other. That’s how the swing of relationship goes.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Enjoy the frame of the swing and let it go
for the spin. Follow every change of path with the time and preeminence. That’s
what the beauty of relationship is. She was lucky that she met such a wonderful
man and loved her so much. Don’t lose these magnificent people. You never know
when just because of small stones you lose some real jewels.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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with the question answers of chapter - WORSHIP IN NAUBAKHAKHANA. They got stuck
in question 2 – Why is Bismillah Khan marked as the central character of
Mangalhvani? The teacher explained,”Bismillah Khan practiced constant clarinet
for eighty years. True love due to such veneration for the clarinet and true
tone, they became their ineffaceable identities. Therefore they have been
called as the leading role of Mangalhvani of Shehnai.” Where today students of
class 10 are studying as him as a chapter, on his 102&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt; birth
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mixed cultures who not only use to play as much as clarinet in mosques but also
with much fun in temples. He was an exclusive worshipper of art. Born on March
21, 1916 in Bhirung Raut Ki Gali, Ustad Bismillah Khan is an emanation of
composing the most beautiful melodies. If you read about the classification of
Indian instruments and come across the vocals produced by blowing, the
instrument which first comes is flute and in the metonym, you will find Ustad
Bismillah Khan as one of synonyms of it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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years old. Just because of his dedication and riyaz, Shehnai became one of the
most popular instruments of India for a long time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sangeet natak akademi award (1956), President Award by President Dr. Rajendra
Prasad (1956), Padamshri (1961), Shehnai Chakravanti Samman (1963), Tansen
Award (1965), Padma Bhushan (1968), Soviet Land Nehru Award (1976), Padma
Vibhushan (1980), Iraq’s Talar Maoshiki Award(1992), Yash Bharati Award(1994),
Sangeet&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Natak Akademi Fellowship (1994),
Rameshwar Degree awarded by Swaraj Sangharsh , Gupta awards(2000) and Bharat
Ratna (2001).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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tribute by creating a doodle on him. Sincere thanks to Google for this for letting
us remind one of the greatest artists. Currently Symbols of Sanjhi Culture –
Ustad Bismillah are carrying out the legacy and promoting his work. Their
motive is to fill the emptiness of their clarinet to the masses and also fill
the vaccum that has come after Ustad Bismillah’s departure.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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wish was to pay tribute to the martyrs by performing at India Gate but it was
not fulfilled. The pioneer of Shehnai vadak and his melodies are always missed
and hope that once again the Ustad Bismillah’s flute is revived again by
someone and his last wish gets fulfilled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The most beautiful day of her life
was when her man achieved the captaincy. She was happy for him because what she
dreamt became true. She could see her man’s happiness. He was the only
deserving candidate in her eyes to get the post.&amp;nbsp; Tears rolled over her cheeks when she saw him
holding the batch and his smiling face. He didn’t notice how happy his girl is
to see him achieving. While wiping her tears a thought came over her mind and
got stuck. She was trying to remove it but wasn’t, as the thought was a bitter
truth. She was in relationship with a person with whom she wished to live
forever but the society did not wished the same. The day they both proposed
each other, they promised each other that till the time they are here in this college,
they will make each and every day beautiful and memorable. Both loved their work
and were a part of same coterie. That night when he was declared as the head
honcho of the clan, she realized one thing that as much he loved her, the same
way he loved his faction. There stood her insecurity, her fear of losing his
attention and time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Her boyfriend covenanted her that he
would manage each and everything properly. She need not to worry but still that
fear got stuck. Things were changed from that day. She started hating things
related to that association. Anytime she would hear anything linked with it
from him, she use to start yelling. They both had fights on that. He thought that
his girl was not happy with the allocation of positions but the reality was she
was not happy with the time he gave to that confederacy. It was her only urge
now that she wished to live every second of her life with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Time was running out every day. She knew
that her love did not like her reactions on the topic of covenant. She tried to
push herself back and work in the same manner what she use to do in the past
but the fear remained same. Sometimes the boy thought that she might wish to get
the leadership but nothing was like that. She was working hard for his
happiness. She tried to behave in the same manner the way she was in past but
was not happy. Just for his sake of happiness, she was doing because she always
wanted him to be happy and peaceful but her peace was shattered. Few months
were left and they both knew what is going to happen at the end – separation.
After every fight she use to say sorry because she knew that he was not feeling
good. Her insecurities were increasing but her love remained the same. Just
because she only craved for his love she was not be able to act in the same
way. Her only message to her man was that everything is same just she yearn for
his time, for every second.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;They spend their frost in coastal areas. One can find them on
mudflats and estuaries in large flocks. In summer, they migrate to their
breeding grounds but it appears that on the European red list, they are
considered to be “susceptible”. They are in spot of bother – they are curlew
birds. According to The Economic Times, there are number of bird species in the
world soars to 18000. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;If we examine a
random sample of bird species approximately 25% are in extinction. The question
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Curlew belongs to cluster of birds known as “waders” for the
reason that they spend parts of their life wading in shallow waters. They were
the most widespread kind&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;in Britain,
breeding in&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;marshes and upland but as
compared to past 20 years they are now partially in number. If no conservation
actions are taken up, then about 2025 the breed will completely extinct. The
reasons behind the extinction of this species is said to be low breeding
success, breeding habitat loss, increase in nest and chick predation and
agriculture nest damages. To start avoiding the damages it’s important to
understand the problem from ground level.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;A study reveals that from 1996-2006, over 70% of the nests
were not able to give forth a single chick and the chicks which were hatched,
only half of them survived. To promote recovery and better breeding success,
it’s of great essence to work upon the factors which chains sustainable escalation.
Due to an increase in application of fertilizers and chemicals, the breeding
habitats of curlew have been spoiled. Thus one needs to bring changes in the
farmer’s practices so that one can protect the homes of these birds. Another menace
to this subject is predation.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A research
explains 16% to 65% of roosts have been pillaged. Next comes is the agriculture
destruction. Through agriculture machinery the destruction of their birdhouse
is common as most of the nests of curlew are on ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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answer from you is will you take any measures to save our fauna or this article
will just remain another document. The RSPB along with the UK’s statutory
nature conservation agency have started working to save the curlews. They are
working on the recovery programme of curlews. Even you can be a part of it.
Visit the sites and subscribe and make one move to save the charismatic nature
and wildlife.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;It was 5 p.m.; she left her office and was going back to her
home. On her way she was enjoying the breeze before the rain. After few minutes
the drizzle started. She was watching the rain drops hitting the side windows
of the car. Scrolling her love’s pictures on her mobile and feeling the
weather, she was missing him. It was already a period, she didn’t meet him. The
lovingness of being in his arms was the major missing for her. New city and her
first rain experience without him made difficult for her to stop thinking about
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The driver left her nearby a petrol pump from where she had
to walk 100 meters to reach her home. While walking, she was looking down
towards the slide lanes of the road accumulated with rain water. She remembered
her conversation with him. If you are in love with a civil engineer you can
easily make out that before you being in his life, his first and last love is
cement, bricks, buildings and engineering concepts. The most beautiful memories
an engineer can have is his love for engineering and his engineering days.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She was use to listen all the concepts and
stories of her engineer. He was happy in explaining them to her and she was
happy in listening to him.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That evening
she was sitting beside him and he was grilling the engineers who constructed
that road. He was again and again telling her that they had made&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;mistakes while construction. People don’t
know how to work properly. She was listening to him and consoling him fine it
happens. As usual for her, she knew in a short span she might be learning some
new concepts. She always felt with him as if she has completed her half
engineering and only practical sessions are left. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Finally he started off with his lecture and the question-
answer session. Do you know how the leveling of the surface is done? As usual
she was a fresher in this field learning slowly, she said a no. He explained,
“This is screeding. It’s a concrete used to form a level surface. To encase
under floor heating pipes screeding is done. The screed mixture is made up of
cement and water.” Do you know a standard ratio is maintained while designing?
What happens to a student when he or she does not know what to answer, you find
a poker face. Same happened with her no answer and a blank face waiting for him
to answer his question. The ratio of 1:4 is maintained for mix design. Next
question- Have you ever thought how this rainwater on roads goes to side lanes
and does not get accumulated? Answer was just check the gradual downward slope
from the center of a road to each side of it. This is camber. Already she was
listening to him but wanted to stop. While he was speaking she moved her face
towards her and kissed. Time to shut his mouth, by her kisses.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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had stopped and she reached her home. It was the time to call her love and eat
his mind by telling him with what she had done in her office. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Lives in the universe (1996); The beginning of time (1996);
Does God play dice (1999); Space and Time Warps (1999); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Godel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the End of
Physics (2002); The Origin of the Universe (2005); Into a Black Hole (2008) –
all are the collection of Professor Hawking’s public lectures. 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style=&quot;font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt; March,
2018 – the day marks the death of an inspiration and a great rational scientist
none other than “THE STEPHEN HAWKING”. The man behind “The Brief History of
Time”, on this day died peacefully at his home. Here is a journey and his major
contributions to the world which shall be lived for many years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;ABOUT HAWKING&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;The renowned physicist and ambassador
of science was born on January 8, 1942 in Oxford, England. The most astonishing
part of his life is that Hawking wished to pursue mathematics but as University
College did not offer this subject, so he decided to take physics. At the age
of 11, he was awarded his first class honors degree in natural science. In
1962, he did his research in cosmology. By the year 1965, he completed his PhD
with his thesis named “Properties of Expanded Universe”. At Gonville and Caius College,
he first became a research canvasser and later on a fellow for Distinction in Science,
by the year 1969. As a research assistant in 1973, he published his first
academic boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;k – “The Large Scale Structure of Space-Time”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;During 1974, he was elected as a
member of the Royal Society and Sherman Fairchild Distinguished Scholar at
California Institute of Technology. 1975, he became a reader in Gravitational
Physics at DAMPT and in his career progression lead to a professor of
gravitational physics in 1977. He also held the post of Lucasian Professor of
Mathematics for a period from 1979- 2009. The man who sought to explain some of
the most convoluted questions in life, with Roger Penrose showed that
Einstein’s general theory of relativity oblique space and time would have a
commencement in the Big Bang theory and closing stages in Black holes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;HIS PUBLICATIONS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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universe and many more, here are few of his major works:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #333333; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Occurrence&amp;nbsp;of
singularities in open universes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #333333; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;On&amp;nbsp;the
Hoyle-Narlikar theory of&amp;nbsp;gravitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #333333; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Singularities&amp;nbsp;and
the geometry of space-time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #333333; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Helium&amp;nbsp;production
in anisotropic big bang&amp;nbsp;universes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #333333; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;Perturbations&amp;nbsp;of an expanding
universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #333333; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #333333; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The&amp;nbsp;occurrence
of singularities in cosmology. III. Causality and singularities.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #333333; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The&amp;nbsp;Singularities
of gravitational collapse and&amp;nbsp;cosmology.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #333333; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;Gravitational&amp;nbsp;radiation from
colliding black&amp;nbsp;holes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #333333; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #333333; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Energy&amp;nbsp;and
angular momentum flow into a black&amp;nbsp;hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Euclidean&amp;nbsp;Quantum Gravity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #333333; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The&amp;nbsp;Propagation
of Particles in Space-time&amp;nbsp;Foam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Yang-mills&amp;nbsp;Instantons and the S Matrix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Interacting&amp;nbsp;Quantum Fields around a Black Hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The&amp;nbsp;Development of Irregularities in a Single Bubble Inflationary
Universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Euclidean&amp;nbsp;Approach to the Inflationary&amp;nbsp;Universe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Nontrivial&amp;nbsp;Topologies in Quantum Gravity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Wormholes and non simply&amp;nbsp;connected manifolds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Super symmetric Bianchi models&amp;nbsp;and the square root of the
Wheeler-DeWitt&amp;nbsp;equation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Evaporation of cosmological&amp;nbsp;black holes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The Conformal BMS Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;A Smooth Exit from Eternal Inflation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The Grand Design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;A Brief History Of Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;A Briefer History Of Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Black Holes : The Reith Lectures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;George and the Blue Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;George’s Cosmic Treasure Hunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;George and The Unbreakable Code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;George and The Big Bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;George’s Secret Key to the Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The Universe in the Nutshell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Black holes and Baby Universes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;On the shoulders of giants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;·&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;God created the Integers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;As said by him, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;“Remember to look up at the stars and not
down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what
makes the universe exist. Be curious and however difficult life may seem, there
is always something you can do and succeed at.”&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;In spite of diagnosed by
Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis, Stephen made his mark on this world by his work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;. &lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;In 1966 he won the Adams Prize for his essay
&#39;Singularities and the Geometry of Space-time&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #333333; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt; He achieved in 1975 – The Eddington Medal, 1976 - Hughes
Medal and Dannie Heinemann Prize for Mathematical Physics, 1978-79 – The Albert
Einstein Award, 1985-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Gold
Medal of the Royal Astronomical Society, 1987- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: #fafafa; color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Dirac Medal of the
Institute of Physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: rgb(250 , 250 , 250); color: #222222; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt; 1988 – The Wolf Prize in Physics,
1989 - Prince of Asturias Award for Concord, 2006 – Copley Medal, 2008 –
Fonseca Prize, 2009 – Presidential Medal Of Freedom and 2013 - Special
Fundamental Physics Prize.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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get to learn from him is more than a small quotient. Truly he was one of the
greatest thinkers and he inspired by his courage as well as his words. Not only
his work but his wit and humor were also the reasons, we will remember him.
Rest in Peace legend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;As said by &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Jessica
McPeake –Akamai senior director of technical enablement&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;“High
emotional intelligence has become a highly valued quality in leaders.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The
role play of emotional intelligence has escalated as a greatest prognosticator
of fruition in the organization. This is the reason why emotional intelligence has
brought into consideration in project management. Only proper technical
knowledge cannot bring success to a project but a well addressed knowledge of
technicality required, leads to successful accomplishment of a project. For the
projection of activities to meet the project requirements, the most critical
skill to be mastered is understanding your own emotions which will affect your performance.
For a clear visionary, participative, instructive and positive guidance style
one must have control on his emotions so that one can lead a team well in the
project. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;According to Schmidt 2012, the most fascinating verity regarding
emotional intelligence is that people with high EI earn $29.000 annually more
than their social group with low EI and more than intelligence quotient which accounts
4-25% of our job performance, about 58% of our job performance is held
responsible on emotional intelligence. Thus, we see for better operation
emotional intelligence is of great magnitude. Among the five components of
emotional intelligence empathy is of great essence. How to relate with people
and make crucial decisions requires time. Also how to give constructive
feedback, motivate employees and maintaining momentum during changes in the
organization requires great soft skills.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;When it comes to project management how emotional
intelligence mechanism underpins all the management ideologies can be explained
with this instance- Three MBA students went for their summer internship program
in which they were been given a project on commercial awareness. They were been
asked to find the target audience for their project and let them know about the
product. They decided to go to the local market where they can find maximum number
of consumers. Where one student had a conversation with a person who already
had a job, the second student conversed with 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; passed student and
the last one with a person who was left out from college and was not able to
pursue higher education. What they found were students who were 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;
pass and who were interested to pursue jobs after graduation but due to low
budget couldn’t were interested to listen. Among the three, two students were
able to find to identify the consumers they required. How to identify customers
is not a training given but it’s the ability of an individual to identify by
judging their emotions and how to utilize the soft skills at the present moment.
Ultimately the two students were able to get 40 leads as compared to the third
student who got 8 leads. Hence, we see how emotional intelligence helped them
in accomplishing their task and generating customers for their product.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;In the following task, the neuro linguistic programming which
is very relevant to personal and interpersonal relations helped in getting customers.
Also we have studied in Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, we can fairly certain the
people who are struggling with basic needs and other concepts related to soft
skills help in engaging the customer. All together all the management
principles have been underpinned in emotional intelligence which lead to the
successful completion of the project. Also we can conclude that emotional
intelligence is the foundation of all critical skills. As stated by Daniel
Goleman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;, “&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #14171a; letter-spacing: 0.2pt;&quot;&gt;Leaders with a
greater range of emotional intelligence skills can employ more diverse
leadership styles. The more styles you can leverage based on a given situation,
the more effective you will be as a leader”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #14171a; letter-spacing: 0.2pt;&quot;&gt;Emotional intelligence is vital in
project management.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Constellations which I use to witness with him every night
are not evident anymore. Even I don’t consider watching the sky at night but
whenever it happens that I raise my eyes and watch the night sky I just
remember his words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;, “I promise. I’ll be
with you in paradise. Once Allah will ask with whom I want to stay in heaven,
it would be your name love.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt; Those were the days when every morning I use
to see his face with a charming smile and the hugs he gave. The love he
showered on me by holding his arms around me and pulling me closer for the
kisses he gave on my forehead. In those hugs, I use to smell his hoodie and the
sense of serenity. Every day, every second I use to fall for him without even
bothering what will happen in the future. I was happy with my present with him. Truly
said that once in a lifetime you will meet that one person with whom you want
to capitulate yourself and love him to all extent. It was he when I saw him and
those eyes that made me in believing his true love. I use to freeze every small
moment with him either by writing in letters or saving them in pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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those constellations corroborated our love. One night sitting beside him, I
told him that I wish to have a family with you and he replied holding me in his
arms, me too but is it possible? That one question made me realized the truth
that I use to neglect every single day. In this society, our families won’t accept
this relationship as I was a Hindu and he a Muslim. We both looked into each other’s
eyes and we knew the answer. He loved a Hindu girl and I loved a Muslim boy and
this society loved the religion. Our society does not accept a relationship
that has mutual understanding but a relationship that is of the same religion,
gotra and is perfect in Kundli. Our conversation that was covered by silence
was continued. I asked him what if I ask you in the next birth. He replied by
saying here also there is a problem. Islam does not believe in the next birth. I
was sitting there still. As I had no chance of getting him but he said but
there is one solution. When I will be there in bliss and Allah will ask with
whom I wish to stay in paradise my answer would be you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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many years, I just hope that soon my God calls me up and there I wait for him so
that there under no precincts, I stay with him and love him. No matter what
happens his love for me is the only reason I strive to live without him and
hope that his promises at the right time get fulfilled. I knew that love has
no margins but we came with conditions, stipulations, and addendum. Waiting for
my paradise.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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with media, activation and corporate is growing exponentially as compared to
other industry sectors in India. The multi – core industry which includes
events, IP and others (exhibitions, celebrity management, etc.) promises to
show a bigger and brighter future by its evolved size and stature. According to
leading research agencies, the event industry size and projections have grown from
2010 at least by 16% CAGR and is estimated to reach Rs. 10,000 Crores mark by
2020-21. Today in India, the growth of a surge of meetings, exhibitions,
seminars to special family functions requires professionally handled
management. Also from any product launch to global performer shows requires
event management. Thus we see the need of event management has increased from
past few decades. This is the reason why more than 2000 companies are into the
big business of events.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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quiz.com, Indians would ideally spend on first is education and then comes to&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt; “personal family functions”. &lt;/b&gt;For
planning a big fat wedding or a birthday party, people pay from Rs. 5 Lakh to
Rs. 5 crores to event planners. Early in 90s, for any two-three day business
event maximum of 20 crores were been used up but today for a two hour program,
Rs 10 crores are spent. The present scenario shows that the event industry
which was Rs.5,631 crores in 2016-17 has reached up and it has even
overshadowed the Indian media and entertainment industry , which is growing at
11-13% CAGR( According to the report called ‘Experience_Next’ report). Also a
survey states that approximately 15% of organization’s collective time is spent
in a meeting which requires event planners. The following figures explain the
tremendous proliferation of event industry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;This industry has been
utilized by other sectors also. Majorly telecom, FMCG, technology, auto and
media and entertainment industries are the contributors to event industry. As
well as 75% respondents of this industry are corporate. The biggest profit of this
industry is more than 35% of employees are women and the digital integration
works well for this industry (Facts from a report based on 64 event management
companies and 31 marketers). Thus we see that this industry can never be a
dying industry where it plays a major role in marketing and communication mix.
Today no one wants to make their “big days of life” as an ordinary day. So we
need to hire a professional to make it special. Event industry has a great
potential for not only growth but also for employment. One can be a part of
this slavish industry and earn well . Ultimately the goal is “earn well and
live well.”&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;For Tibetans, right now the major
apprehension is that is there going to be the 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Dalai Lama or
will the Dalai Lamas might soon become a part of chronicles or the legitimacy
would be given to the Chinese government to choose the next dalai lama? The
most prominent religious leader- “The 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Dalai Lama –Tenzin
Gyatso” presumably the most adored except by the Chinese seeks advice from&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;the high lamas of the Tibetan Buddhist mores
to whether the association of Dalai Lama should be continued or not. The
question “WHO WILL BE THE NEXT LAMA?” has amplified the grapple against China’s
intrusion in the religious beliefs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Long time back in 1950, China invaded
in Tibet and it has been facing its oppression till date. When it comes to
choosing of next Lama, China is still trying to grab the opportunity so that it
can have a tight grip over Tibet. Invading into holy values of a country where
Dalai Lamas have been believed as the manifestation of the Buddha of Compassion
and enlightened beings, Chinese authorities are not losing any opportunity to
suppress the Tibetans. Thus when it comes of giving Chinese this power of
selecting the next Dalai Lama, there is a major chance of brutally killing the
Tibetans and finishing of the Buddhist dynasty. Traditionally, the process of
reincarnation is through phowa i.e. practicing conscious dying. Upon the death
of Dalai Lama and discussion with the Nechung Oracle, a search for the Lama’s yangsi,
or reincarnation, is conducted. The process takes three to four years to find
the next lama. Another way is that the Buddhists go to Lhamo – La – tso, a lake
in the central Tibet and observe for a sign from the lake itself. Once the high
lamas have found the home and the boy they deem to be the reincarnation, the
boy undergoes tests to majestically legitimize the revivification. They present
a number of artifacts, only few of which belong to previous Dalai Lama and if
the boy chooses the items which belonged to the previous Dalai Lama, this is
seen as a sign, in juxtaposition with all of the other claimed indications,
that the boy is the reincarnation of the bodhisattva Avalokitesvara. As rightly
said&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;,”
Capitalism attacks and destroys all the finer sentiments of the human heart; it
ruthlessly sweeps away old traditions and ideas opposed to its progress, and it
exploits and corrupts those things once held scared.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; So is it possible
a country popular for its divine culture can be governed politically? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;In one of the recent statements of 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;
Dalai Lama, he said that either he will choose his successor during his
lifetime contrary to the traditions of choosing the lama or the line of Dalai
Lama will end with him. Also he added that the next Dalai Lama will be from
outside Tibet. It might be a woman as the next Dalai Lama. Whatever the
statements are but one cannot politically impose things on public. If the
choosing of next Dalai Lama is governed by Chinese, then it might be the
campaign –“FREE TIBET’S BEYOND BELIEF” which Tibetans are following peacefully
right now turns to be a massive blow for next war. According to the US state
department’s 2016 report on international religious freedom, the subjugation of
religious freedom in Tibet is “relentless”. Earlier also China abducted an
innocent 6 years old boy who was declared as Panchen Lama , the second highest
authority in Tibetan Buddhism. Till now the nation is asking his whereabouts
from China but the results are zero. Due to China’s torture religious
devastated in Tibet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The damages caused by China’s suppression
cannot be counted. From Tibetan’s dead due to china’s occupation to jailing the
monks and banning Dalai Lama images the list is endless. To bring more turmoil,
more desolation and corruption one can handover the power to Chinese but here
comes is this not a way of nailing down Tibetan’s religious freedom. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The position is right now that
Tibetans cannot wait for&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;the next deemed
to be Dalai Lama through their traditional process as it will take time and in
that time China will try to suppress them.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Already the country is working on different campaigns to fight against
China’s cruelty. For a safer side, Tibetans should find a figurehead till that
time. During this duration they can work upon the next Lama. Otherwise China
will find one and ruin up all the efforts of 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; and 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;
Dalai Lama which contributed in making Tibet an independent nation.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was the 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Dalai Lama –
“Thubten Gyatso” who began to reform Tibet. He survived both the invasions of
Chinese and British and after his death, Tibet already in a phase of
modernization was able to achieve freedom and till date it’s because of the
current Dalai Lama’s popularity and piousness, Tibet is able to fight against
China’s repression.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Ultimately one can say Tibet has the
right to determine their own future. No other country should be given this supreme
power to tell what should be done. Also the religious beliefs which are
enrooted in every country cannot be compressed by any other nation or any
individual. If this time one does not stand for Tibetans’ rights then one
cannot save Tibet from oppression of China. Also the question of choosing the
next Dalai Lama will remain just a question if the power is handed over to China.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The next Dalai Lama can only be born in a
free nation as said by current Dalai Lama and the rituals followed should be
continued. Otherwise the decline of Dalai Lama lineage is finish.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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