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Chanakya Neeti: Anand: An Ode To Life
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Sunday, December 11, 2011. Anand: An Ode To Life. Anand mara nahi, Anand marte nahi "- Dr Bhaskar Banerjee. The curtain falls and it's The End. While the two doctors sit and discuss their ideological clashes, Anand walks in, and as Dr Banerjee later writes in his diary " aisa laga jaise koi toofan ghus aaya kamare mein. From that moment on we see how Anand with his indomitable spirit and undying zest for life changes everything; everyone. Z indagi badi honi chahiye lambi nahi. The sea, the sand and the b...
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Chanakya Neeti: Meet The New Mantal Bwoyz- Alagiri & Stalin
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Saturday, August 6, 2011. Meet The New Mantal Bwoyz- Alagiri and Stalin. Alagiri informed Bullshit News that he is absolutely thrilled with the change of events. He was heartbroken on seeing the kind of support his brother was receiving within the party. But the new devised method is said to set him free from his fear of losing the seat, just like the three byowz in the movie. 8220;Technically I am the elder brother and therefore I should have automatically been next in line for the throne right? After t...
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Chanakya Neeti: March 2012
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Friday, March 23, 2012. The Marriageable Age of An Unmarriageable Bride. Tring Tring. Tring Tring. Tring Tring. Hello, is that you? Yes, yes it is me. Who are you? This is me, you don't recognise me? Of course I do. I am sorry, I was a little caught up with something. That's fine; you are the mother of a soon-to-25-daughter. You are bound to be caught up with things. Yeah, Oh well. Why what is the matter? Is she out of her mind? I had so many. Lined up for her! Does she like anyone? Now what will you do?
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Chanakya Neeti: Kapil Sibal's Diary
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Tuesday, December 6, 2011. It has been such a bad day. All day I have been getting frantic phone calls from different newspapers and news channels and they all seem to be asking me why I said what I said. I mean come on! I can't believe the media still takes me seriously; my children don't do that anymore. So pleased to see that people were praising my. And suddenly I see this very dirty picture of hers. Now you tell me how would I feel? Obviously I had to take a stand right? We should do this more often...
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Chanakya Neeti: July 2011
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Monday, July 18, 2011. Digvijay Singh to Become Rahul Baba's Personal Tutor says Mummy Gandhi. Digvijay Singh believed to be on the phone with Mrs Gandhi. July, 18, 2011 New Delhi. BJP is strongly voicing their opinion against the decision. "Does the word “sanyas” mean nothing to him? 8221; BJP, he said, is not sure about what actions to take, but a fast-unto-death is definitely on the cards.". Singh has been known for his worship of the Gandhi family. Despite the fact that the whole country called h...
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Chanakya Neeti: July 2012
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Wednesday, July 18, 2012. Love, Hate and Rajesh Khanna. I never got the fuss. While she thought that " Yeh aansun poch dalo. Pushpa.I hate tears" was a line which could make any girl blush, I found it cringeworthy. One time, she again sat watching the same film for the 'Nth' time. The very same day, Zee Cinema was playing Sholay. She would say, "he is a fine actor, much better than your Shahrukh Khan, who tries to pass off stammering as acting." Yes, she played dirty and mean, when it came to Khanna.
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Chanakya Neeti: December 2011
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Saturday, December 17, 2011. The Journey of a Lucknow Boy. It happened years back in the late ‘90s. I still was scraggy little teenager. It must have been the first week of some month of some year, when I first met Vinod Mehta. A bunch of magazines like the Readers Digest. Champak, Pratiyogita Darpan. And instead had picked-up some wrong magazine which we didn’t read called “ Outlook. Instead of India Today. While reading Mehta’s latest Lucknow Boy A Memoir. Was my first encounter with Mehta, Debonair.
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Chanakya Neeti: June 2011
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Wednesday, June 15, 2011. An Inspiration to Some, A Disgrace to Others. Standing in the odd dark corners of a sometimes busy sometimes empty lane, she is someone who is hard to miss. Her glittery saree twinkles in the night in a city where it's hard to spot stars in the sky. Lips painted in dark colors, kohl used to etch boundaries near her empty eyes, bangles making cluttering noises in the silence of the mid-night. She today, is a subject of lot of intellectual discussions. A host of news channels ...
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Chanakya Neeti: The Journey of a Lucknow Boy
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Saturday, December 17, 2011. The Journey of a Lucknow Boy. It happened years back in the late ‘90s. I still was scraggy little teenager. It must have been the first week of some month of some year, when I first met Vinod Mehta. A bunch of magazines like the Readers Digest. Champak, Pratiyogita Darpan. And instead had picked-up some wrong magazine which we didn’t read called “ Outlook. Instead of India Today. While reading Mehta’s latest Lucknow Boy A Memoir. Was my first encounter with Mehta, Debonair.
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Chanakya Neeti: March 2011
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Thursday, March 17, 2011. Bura Na Mano Holi Hai. Is baar kuch lag hi nahi raha yaar ki Holi Hai.koi nikla hi nahi ghar se abhi tak. After getting up early in the morning my mom would give me and my brother old clothes, unlike Rekha's white salwar kamiz in Rang Barse, mine were never white, but who cared about clothes? Some of the older guys of the group would have something called a silver and golden paint, a deadly weapon, the younger crowd would be afraid of, but then what options would we have, they w...
