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#Article1Kingfisher decides to get its jobless air hostesses marriedIrate by repeated calls to his office over non-payment of dues to the flight attendants, a senior management official of the King Fisher group has created an online portal to get all the girls married.‘Under the program, all suitable suitors shall be required to pay the unpaid-wages of the girl they are marrying as indirect-dowry’, the terms-and-conditions on the website state.The website called inse-karlo-shaadi.com classifies the air hostesses in three categories- first class (for the rich and elite), business class (for the people pretending to be rich) and economy class (for the middle class).‘We have tried and tested the air hostesses with vague flying hours and at random altitudes’, the website continues to say, ‘so most of them have no problem staying active late at night.’The above statement has caught the eye of many IIT-ians and it has been reported by a computer engineering faculty member that most of the students have an extra tab open on their practical-lab browsers linking to the site. He said he was quite relieved that the extra tabs weren’t linking to what he had thought of earlier.‘The service is terribly disappointing. I married a first class girl and now the site, through its tiny-print terms-and-conditions, is forcing me to marry an economy class girl, too! It says first class girls are too lazy to do stuff on their own’, a customer complained. ‘Where am I going to get dowry for another marriage?’ he rued.The idea, however, didn’t go too well with the air hostesses. A senior air hostess, not very appreciative of marriage, fumed, ‘earlier we used to offer drinks for fun; now we’ll give men a reason to drink!’ A King Fisher official felt very happy to know this, and said that forcing men to drink may actually stabilise his company.

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#Article2People arrested for accepting bribes from copsGenerally, it does not go beyond the typical story; but the events that unfolded on Sunday took a different turn.The incident was related by a popular author, who was present at the signal trying to sell copies of his latest book.First, a biker scanned the area before breaking a signal. A cop popped out from his hiding place behind an old tree and rushed towards the biker. The cop scanned the area, and accepted a bribe of Rs. 100. As soon as he did that, a guy popped out of another tree and rushed to the scene. He claimed to have clicked pictures of the cop accepting the bribe, and threatened the cop that he’d have to shell out Rs. 500 if he did not want the photos to be published. No big deal this far, but what happened next astounded everyone. Members of the recently formed Anti-Corruption Party of India showed up the scene, and demanded Rs. 1000 from all the people involved if they did not want to be arrested. The cop refused to pay further, following which the police were called and they decided to arrest everyone present in the matter except the cop considering it was too boring to investigate.The issue of corruption has been strenuous for long, and not much action has been taken since the Chairman of The Anti-Corruption Committee was arrested for bribing court officials to register his organization first, before registering the Bharat Corruption Forum.A cop on the condition of anonymity has said, ‘we incur a lot of losses due to corrupt people. Many of these people come from good families and demand higher bribes. We end up losing about Rs. 500 each time we are photographed while we get only Rs. 100 from traffic violators.’

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I recently won a camera at a paper presentation competition, I got a Canon Ixus 155. 

Before I spam everyone's Facebook home feed with the clicks of my new tool, I thought I'd share the best of my previous cams.

So here's my favourite 6!

#1
This is extreme macro of a water drop from my old Nikon Coolpix 12MP. The insect-like creature is within the drop, and is trying to suck water from the straw-like thingy. I found it near the hand-wash basin in my Jubail home.
Location: Jubail, Saudi Arabia.

#2
I love how the rays of sun penetrate the upper layers and fall on the lower layers of cloud, in the right-side of the picture.
Location: Saudi Airspace.

#3
The magnificence of the structure overwhelms me.
Location: Makkah, Saudi Arabia.

#4
Why is this my favourite!? It gives me a beautiful feeling that there's one for everyone! It took me a hell lot of effort to catch these two in the act! They were 'quietly' doing it under multiple layers of dry leaves! I clicked hundreds of pictures in quick succession to get this 'decent' one! Not all porn is a single click away.
Location: Mumbai, India.

#5
I like this one simply because it looks cool, and it's clear as well! Try zooming!
Location: Mumbai, India.

#6
Turning a new leaf! Reinvigorating a new beginning! Closing an old chapter! Onto a fresh start! Those philosophical junkies' can spend hours on a picture like this.
Location: Mumbai, India.

Bonus! The signature spider has made a nice package of a butterfly! Definitely whips up my appetite!

I have umm... a mastery in detecting and capturing creepy crawlies. Mail me if you'd like to see more.

Note: Please don't suggest that I use a DSLR. It depresses me :-p
(Unless you are willing to buy me one, of course! =D)

is the question I asked the girl (Disha) when she gave me a call. It was 11 pm, I was almost in bed, and I shouted, 'Mad!? what!? you must be MAD to call at this hour, huh!' And we argued. She wondered why I filled some form online, and I was pretty sure I didn't fill random forms. Especially since the growth of survey stuff online.
Nevertheless, I got a mail stating I had cleared some telephonic interview. It asked me to show up at an orphanage. As a pretty useless guy with no life, I felt it wouldn't hurt to show up! I showed up that day, the task involved being with kids, and it wasn't something I was going to miss! I decided to join in as a student. Considering my age, I had to get in as a teaching volunteer. Besides, MAD had (it still does, I think) a 90% engineering quota at that time, so I got in quite easily!

Here's what I believe MAD is-

MAD is a group of crazy big kids who put in their combined energy, enthusiasm and brilliance in shaping the lives of little kids.



MAD is LOVE


Here's what my friends and I built in barely half-hour during Dream Camp!



MAD is CREATIVITY in ACTION


Oh! and i loved playing Name-Place-Animal-Thing late in the night with my friends and Siddhesh sir. And pakdum-pakdi with Darshita miss and her kids. I probably wouldn't be able to convince even five of my non-MAD friends to play these games!


MAD is EMBRACING CHILDHOOD


We've loved hogging Aayush sir's camera whenever we could. I've got a lovely pic with dream camp teacher Divya didi.




MAD is CAPTURING BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS


I loved reading the 'oh, not so love letters' that some of my friends shared with one another during camp. I was pleasantly surprised that they wrote them in English. Shh! my 'strict' teachers must not know of this!


MAD is JOY of a sense of PRIDE! (since I was one of their teachers! :-p They put the Queen's language to good use!)


I met my friend Geeta at the camp. She is one of the awesomest singers I've known. She's been adopted in US, and is slated to move there sometime this year.


MAD is HOPE


I found a small clip of Geeta's singing in my knapsack. (video below)

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Talking of brilliant singers- there's Sneha didi. Her voice is lovely! She owes me a song, glad I
remembered!


MAD is INSPIRATION


I was shit scared of heights. I saw Priya didi conquer a mountain like she was on a morning walk. I decided to follow her until I climbed it myself. I was scared of water. Especially cold water. The fear went as I climbed Chinmay bhaiyya's back and plunged into a cold pool.



MAD is COURAGE


Less than a year at MAD, and I published my first novel, re-started my baby (Noyo), and felt more inspired to do great stuff. Met loads of friends and awesome teachers, who've built me. Basically, I got a life.
Here's Ronak sir gifting my book to one my friends, Akshata.



MAD is LIFE


Pretty soon, MAD's new academic year shall begin, and recruitment shall start.


I wanna JOIN MAD!
Click on the link above if you'd love to be a part MAD's awesomeness.
A little bit of happiness before I end my post! (video below)

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I've chronicled my journey in this post. The point of this post is- there's more to learn for yourself when you make an attempt to share the little things you know with the little kids. I hope this post helps anyone who is wondering whether to volunteer for MAD. I am grateful to MAD for giving me one of the most beautiful experiences of my life.

For those keen on learning more about MAD, their website is: www.makeadiff.in

Programming languages sound all foreign to you. Deep down, you are shit scared. You try to mug up lines of code before the exam.Secondly, teachers intensify the issue by being uninspiring, and rushing at the speed of the best kids in the class. The other kids are left ‘trying to cope up’ instead of ‘learning or improving’.
You shall no longer fear any sort of lab work.
You shall no longer be intimidated by teachers.
Any type of failures such as ATKT (Allowed To Keep Terms) in a programming subject won’t depress you.
This book is a military-discipline inducing guide designed to raise your standards and make you rule computers.
Boldly and bluntly put, this book shall screw all the issues you face in the programming lab.

I wrote this book to provide a helping hand for everyone struggling with programming. Its free, please share the link (payhip.com/b/Ymle) to whosoever you feel might need it.

PRICE: FREE 

This man has always inspired me. I've been addicted to his movies all along. Sometimes, I've wished to live in his era. At times, I've wished to live in his movies.And at times, I've wished I had the humility to laugh at my own self the way he has.From the acting industry, this man is my highest inspiration. The second would be Roberto Benigni (see  La vita è bella ).




He may not have been considered to possess the key elements required for actors:

1. 

Not too attractive looking



2. 

No physique
3.  

No sense or style of on-screen dressing

Sheer brilliance made him the man he was.


Made us realise that certain things are more beautiful, because despite all this, he had:
1.

The ability to make others laugh
2.

The ability to look at problems from a different perspective
3.

The ability to be BOLD and CRAZY!
4. Bonus point!

The ability to make women feel special :-p(considering that he lived in the america of the 1920's! :-p :-p)




how he did it?

You have to believe in yourself, that's the secret. Even when I was in the orphanage, when I was roaming the street trying to find enough to eat, even then I thought of myself as the greatest actor in the world.
-Charlie Chaplin


I end my post with this quote of his!

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‘Of Love, Fear, and Hope’ is a novel written as an autobiographical narrative of Lazier Zovien, an orphan lad who finds hope in a prison cell, where he is enamored by Ayena, a beautiful girl who visits him while working on a ‘Center of Rehabilitation’ assignment. He escapes prison, swims across a river, with destiny leading him towards Ayena- the girl of his dreams. He had stolen from her shop, and she steals his heart. 
The balance between the two thefts is not set, and a chase begins...
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ISBN: 9788175110175

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The synopsis contains spoilers. It may take away the joy of progressing with the story.


‘Of Love, Fear, and Hope’ is a novel written as an autobiographical narrative of Lazier Zovien, an orphan lad who finds hope in a prison cell, where he is enamored by Ayena, a beautiful girl who visits him while working on a ‘Center of Rehabilitation’ assignment. He escapes prison, swims across a river, with destiny leading him towards Ayena- the girl of his dreams. He had stolen from her shop, and she steals his heart. The balance between the two thefts is not set, and a chase begins. He joins work at her shop, lives in a shed in her garden, and joins the same University that she does. He tries to befriend all her friends- except one- and works really hard at steering her away from all the guys who clobber around her. He gets mugged while returning home with his first pay, leading him to end the chase and make an honest attempt towards Ayena. She had never been his, yet he always feared losing her. He realises that all his desperate attempts of the past don’t guarantee success. She rejects his proposal, thereby rendering him into a sober being, leading him to reflect on life and happiness. He finds his sister whom he had no idea about, and begins a new chapter in his life. He loses his desire to impress girls, and waits to be ‘loved’ rather than trying to ‘love’. He begins to value a cute girl, Jaelyn, whom he had never paid attention to, except during a practical session where he was keen on impressing Ayena’s contacts. The story takes a new turn, with him getting Ayena back- almost- until a new destiny is written. Jaelyn reveals that Ayena had loved him, but wanted to make it easy for him since she was going to die of lymphoblastic leukemia. Ayena promises that Jaelyn would always be his, inspiring him to ‘take good care of her’. Lazier regrets all the lost opportunities, where he could have expressed his feelings. He decides not to make the same mistake twice, and proposes to Jaelyn. He begins life afresh with his cute wife, whose chase ends as she embraces him.


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This was during the awkward days. When bus tickets would end in .5. And when the government had stopped the use of 25 paise coins. And when my college kept changing principal’s the way parents change baby diapers. And when the university decided 75% is decent is when it comes to attendance. On that unfortunate day, the last two were of no concern to me, for I received a fifty paise coin along with the change for my bus ticket by the gleeful conductor who felt no desire to create a section in his pockets or bag for fifty paise coins, and was looking for opportunities to gift them away.
I flipped the coin in my hand in dismay. I couldn’t reject it, it was valid currency. I didn’t want to throw it away, because it was, oh for god’s sake, currency! The only use of a fifty paise coin known to me was that it could buy a single piece of really cheap cough-inducing candy! I certainly wasn’t considering that option.
Of course, it was valuable in the sense that my kids or grandkids could auction it as an antique thing. But it would take a long time before someone would inherit it from me. 3 months for my hair to get long enough enabling me to ask out a decent girl + 21 days for the three-date-rule-before-sex + 9 months for the kid to be born + 3 years because kids younger than that swallow anything tiny given to them. I wasn’t willing to wait that long.
With the 25 paise coins out of use, I felt determined to get rid of the 50 paise coin as soon as I could. The easiest way, I realized, would be to get another bus ticket ending in .5, which meant I’d have to visit college again the next day.Early morning, the next day, I embarked upon my journey to attend lectures in college. It was a bi-monthly event I undertook, and my consecutive-day attendance caused quite a bit of flurry among the teachers and the watchman genuinely seemed concerned offering to help search for anything I may have lost or forgotten to take with me the day before. But that would be another story.
However, on the day I decided to involuntarily break personal records in lecture attendance, the city’s bus service decided to raise its fare. The 200% hike meant all ticket rates were perfect integers.
I had to figure out another way. ‘Rs. 47.25’, it said, on a box of Electral drink. ‘2 boxes’, I shouted at the counter, handing the coin first followed by a hundred rupee note. The grim-looking chemist decided to be kind. He refused the coin, whilst handing me the change of Rs. 6. The discount I received was the limit. I threw the coin somewhere in my bag.
Later in the day, as I was leaving the depot, a little girl followed me to the bus stand. Her rugged clothes and the steel bowl suggested what she wanted. I threw in a 5 rupee coin, the easiest way to get rid of her. A lone fifty paise coin perched on top of the small mountain in her bowl caught my eye. I frantically rummaged through the labyrinth of goods in my personal portable inventory in a desperate attempt to fish out the conditional treasure. I found it, dropped it in her bowl, thereby converting her day’s effort into a perfect integer.

She flashed her cute smile; and walked away happily, her goal fulfilled!