Pranab Mukherji: The Thirteenth and unlucky.

The Pranab Mukherjee, as the 13th President of India is substited Smt. Pratibha Devi Singh Patil by the end of July presidential election of 2012. President Mukherjee, first a Teacher, then a Journalist, then The Finance Minister of India has garnered 69.3% of the total (10,29,750) Ten lakhs Twenty Nine Thousands Seven Hundred and Fifty valid votes polled, from the rivalry P. A. Sangma.

Former president and Congress veteran Pranab Mukherjee passed away on August 31. The 84-year-old was admitted to the military hospital around noon on August 10, and had also tested positive for COVID-19 prior to the surgery. His condition had remained critical a day after he underwent a brain surgery.

He, who was the leader of Indian National Congress resigned from the Political Office preceding his Presidential elections this July. His prosperity and integrity contained him with a successful career in the righteous path of the life. President Mukherjee's incumbent as a Finance Minister honoured him with many achievements as awards. He was awarded as "The Finance Minister Of the Year for Asia" by the 'Emerging Markets' The daily newspaper of record for the world bank. Like many others he also had a many ups and downs of his career but has he been the disciplined and workaholic which finally led him to the presidential post.


India may have invigorated after this Presidential Election, as they were not very fond of the current President Smt. Pratibha DeviSingh Patil. The recent economic decline, rapes and murders were all said to be the poor action of laws. The riddance seems to be very great as the newly elected President is very active and people trust him for the way of his work and the active participation in the development of the country. He can be seen shouting often as that of Prime Minister Manmohan Singh. 

Pratibha DeviSingh Patil is said to be only seen on Republic day at India Gate. Only then. Seriously. People have angered over this insipid President but now they may have the light of hope for their life as Pranab enters the Rashtrapati Bhavan with his powers of amendment.

Pratibha Patil said, "I am deeply committed to the cause of  education and would like to see every person, man and woman, boy and girl, be touched by the light of  modern education. Empowerment of  women is particularly important to me as I believe this leads to the empowerment of  the nation"

I just got to ask her a question. Has she not seen the Guwahati Molestion or Rape case by now? Just for this once, somebody give her a TV set on her farewell, please. Let her see and insinuate the empowerment of women. What in the world is wrong with the Government? I know it is wrong to target Government for every cause but people, everything is a cause for this paradigm. You may think I am the only one accusing our President but for God's sake, ask these people, ask yourself, have you ever felt like empowerment of women is somewhere really empowering women. I cannot judge Pratibha Patil as I cannot call Sherlyn Chopra, a Bitch nor Poonam pandey, a whore for just they have posed nude for that matter. May be our President has lots of work to do in her office but it doesn't ever appear to public spectacle! Or does it ever? That is how transparent our Government is.


And even if Pratibha Devi Singh Patil has uplifted our women of honour. Why people in this country are still insecure and prevailing disregard. I may not have disgraceful feelings for our President as she is still a respectable citizen of India. I am also proud that even if the least she did, she did for women and for the country. We shall also pride in ourselves for being Governed by such a pure heart and calmer human. And moreover, the first lady-President of India.


Now talking about our 13th President Mukherjee, the number denotes the unluckiness for many but for him The Thirteenth is the Luck. You would also like to know that the Government of India honoured him with 'Padma Vibhushan', which is the second highest civilian award in India. Not that Pranab Mukherjee is non-capacitive for this post of President but he has earned his stature of Presidence by winning the elections at a margin of 69.3%, which itself is a remarkable achievement. Most of the people are celebrating the entrance of his rather than bidding the farewell to Pratibha Patil.



Acknowledgement- 

Hindustan Times 

The Times of India 

Twitter  (@shankdelhi)

Wikipedia

The article is written not to hurt anybody's value and nor does it condign any disparagement against anybody for that matter.

SMT. PRATIBHA DEVI SINGH PATIL IS FIRST WOMAN PRESIDENT OF INDIA, 

AND NO WORD IN THIS ARTICLE EITHER DEPRICIATES OR DISHONOURS HER BY ANY WAYS.

Stereotypical Love

I can so form a story, bewildering you to lose your temper even before you get through the article. But I would not do that. Okay, why the hell do I want anybody to break their device while reading my blog. This is not a love story, so please, you love-sick patients may cry foul of this.

Many of my friends who live not their life but what their girl wants them to be. Have they ever obeyed their parents, heck why? "There are two theories to arguing a girl, neither of them works" This may sound a bit chauvinistic on our part but, you see truth is truth. For some people, being in a relationship with the only priority of intimidating their desires can be well understood. But I can't fathom a situation where a person lands up in a relationship every month and almost misunderstands their partner every time with a sense of regret and remorse, agonizing situations without having sex and crying of break-up every second of a day. Hell, this is not love. I might have misinterpreted love for quite a while. But Love doesn't happen this way (sex does, though).

Talking about people who momentarily exercise on their relationship etiquettes and get nothing except a crap from a girl. Approaching every woman on the track and asking them out for dates may be a good way to go for a girl but keeping a tab on them frequently makes me sick.

What is wrong with Love Stories?
A sick person revolves around a girl, could not even try to convince her for himself, losing temper, suicides. The pigeonhole of Love Stories is now understood.

The people shall not lose their integrity chasing partners. To get love, start loving the person in you. Find love in yourself, the shadow of you in the mirror.

Liebster Blog Award

I've been awarded the Liebster Blog Award by Divya Bisht! Thank You :)

This award is for bloggers. And here are the rules: 

1.     Each person must post 11 facts about themselves.

2.    Answer 11 questions the tagger has given you and give 11 questions for the people you’ve tagged.

3.    Choose 11 people and link them in your posts.

4.    Tell them you have tagged them.

5.    Remember, no tag backs.

11 Facts about me

1. I am a huge fan of "Dexter".
2. My favorite colour is black.
3. I am a movie freak.
4. I love writing and watching (movies).
5. I will be real
6. I am a Capricorn.

7. I have special friends but mostly I am a loner.
8. I live in New Delhi.
9. My love is writing and luxury, ironically yes.
10. I love cooking
11. I am an alc-o-holic.

11 Questions asked by Divya: 

1. Which is your favourite hang out place?

Inside a car with a bar.
2. Who is your favourite author?

Julian Barnes
3. Who is you idol in life?

The one who is now dead. And then he became a deadly idol.
4. When is your birthday?

on my birthdate. PJ, 27 december.
5. what comes to your mind when you hear the word "books"?

Hell, one more? (I love reading books which I find myself).
6. Do you have a Goodreads account? If yes, what is the thing you like about this site the most?

That I can boast about the book I have never read. lol

7. Which is the favourite social networking site according to you?

Twitter
8. Tea or coffee?

Tea

9. What are your educational qualifications?

I am an illiterate Basterd.
10. Books or movies?

Thriller movies and literary books - both, actually.
11. Which is your favourite ice-cream?

Cassatta (mother dairy)

 Liebster Award Nominees:

1. Train of Thoughts

2. New books on my shelves

3. Caffeine and Books
4. a pocket full of books
5. the nocturnal library

6. Milena's Book corner blog
7. Lust for life

8. Mom's Thumb reviews
9. Musings over nothing
10. World full of wonder and vigor
11. Anyone who wants to

11 Questions for the  Liebster Award Nominees:

1. What be your favourite place to make out?
2. Who is your favourite actress?
3. Since when did you start realizing that now you fantasize about sex in life?
4. And you fantasize with which wo/man?
5. What comes to your mind when you hear the word "Lust"?
6. Do you now visit pornographic sites in incognito?

7. Which is the favourite social networking site, (don't fcuk me, saying facebook)?
8. Smoking or drinking?

9. Only for ladies; what is your figure? Men may write, their partners?
10. Books or movies?
11. Which is your favourite flavour (don't think too much)?

Twice a Smoking Barrel

What kind of guy, without a drug or alcohol problem looks so like a druggy. Only a Writer. Like many others, I am too career obsessed. Engineering was my dream, after I woke up with the eyes wide open, realized I could be a writer. Reading was never my hobby, so I started writing. Comprehended lately, that for a person to become a writer has to start reading. I was sitting on the couch in my drawing room with the book "False Impression" bought before a week and just was the distraction when the phone rang to call me a meeting, a friend I always wanted to avoid. But as he came far from another city just to greet me 'hello', I couldn't have forestalled my being at home. I went to see him and he heedlessly asked me to contribute in buying a packet of weed to smoke together. 

That was my first time I ever felt amused by the sheer pleasure of smoking! Nonetheless, I wanted so not to happen as after getting 'High' people address you more intently and it feels like as if they know it, you just smoked a joint and that's illegally bad thing. Past few days, I read about marijuana and those unwanted plants which are now so expensive and so wanted that my peers almost spend all their allowances on it. And the avarice of it is still to crave for more. I was totally unaware of the consequences one bears after smoking these oddly substances that for quite a couple of weeks I actually researched about things like, Marijuana, Weed Leaves, Hashish, Coacaine, Ethers and other Acidic substances, purposely so that I could tell my friends now, even I know what I smoke and how it actually feels like. 

Those were the days when I dropped a year as intended to study to clear engineering entrance exam. I hardly get any penny for my daily expenditure but still rather being sorry to my friends I give them an appreciable amount of contribution, accumulating bucks which I save while helping my mother in a grocery store. Things went on like that for a couple of months, a couple of months more and couple of months more when finally I realized that actually I have to study and just few days are left for the forms to end up selling and I am still to buy forms. Meanwhile I gave up all that we smoke and things we do. 

Things were seemingly started to appear in my mind, I just started loving life and its values, but drugs are something which keeps an entity of never fulfilling desire. Things were getting little better and when I suddenly gave up the thought of becoming an engineer and changed that for Journalism, after all this is the only good thing drugs did to my life. Somewhere down the corner I anticipated that engineering is not my taste... Or probably I wanted to get rid of those druggies. I didn't know if in any point of fact I was avoiding drugs or drugs made me choose my career option I was obsessed with. The question haunts me with the sense of regret, is drugs doing good to me or is it too bad? 

After college admission, befriending some passive cigarette smokers needlessly knowing that they too are indulged in smoking substances. Just that once I saw my past hitting me back and I started it again now with a positive side of it. I quite enjoyed smoking with my new friends; they taught me the good side of getting high. And also, unlike earlier this time was not for Marijuana but Hashish, Cream Hash. The thing is great. Now I don't feel as if people are watching me and they know that I’m high, but rather I confidently stare at them and show an insolent smirking expression, that feeling of superiority, self confidence made me feel invincible for quite a some time. I withhold Group Discussions and Presentations until after smoking a joint. Teachers' started appreciating my work and GD's went very great. The words just hover over my head while GD's, all I need to do is just place them right and form a sentence and speak up. I understood, Drugs are taking on me. The medications make you feel very conscious about you and very provocative, in simpler words, it makes you smarter if you are already smart.

Taking everything for granted and ridden over by the pride and arrogance of oneself has defeated my irrepressible attitude. Apparently I created myself an imaginary line of status, so hard to cross that nothing in the earth be impossible to conquer or capture. I can take on anything. I was affected by the sheer pleasure of smoking and spectating it as an addiction would be wrong. From the time I started reading 'False Impression' still on the 24th page of it has made me so restless... I am still to end up with that book.

Now, I want to get killed. I am so doing nothing except shitting. It should be like; 
Shot right on my temple, Twice a smoking barrel of a gun.

It's only after we’ve lost everything, we’re free to do anything.