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The cold ,cold world !

The year is a week old and the chill is the only redeeming factor....Kolkata shivers at 9 degree Celcius...monkey toopis are out and it's fun to hear my colleagues talk about "sheete kabu " in the morning . To me winter is like a wayward lover's fleeting charm...here today and gone tomorrow! I always loved winter and the world of quilts...and  that oh-5-minutes more feeling in the morning!
The world outside is all hot and heated ...Damini lost a losing battle for all of us ! She opened the eyes and made a place in the heart of the youth ! But beyond this hype how long will she be remembered? I keep thinking of her parents and their stubbed out dreams ! Of losing and living with the pain...no 
one deserves this  !
Closer home India lost to Pakistan...Arnab is raging as always...there is anger seething everywhere - but all going up in the smoke...nothing constructive is happening ! People are up in arms , but needs a leader ......
At times the animal world seems so much better at least they have a leader who leads from the front....

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  1. Abhro9 January 2013 at 09:26

    Eitoh! Leader. Aami acchi to! Worship me!

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  2. amrita9 January 2013 at 09:30

    Except that you are visible from a mile away , you have no qualities of a leader :P

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    1. Abhro9 January 2013 at 09:54

      Of-course I lead. Give me a phone that supports google maps in 3D and I shall lead you all to the promised land....

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