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CIA Job Interview

These three men are going through CIA training, trying to become secret agents. They finally get through all their written and physical tests when they are pulled aside by one of the instructors who takes them to a small room with a one way mirror in it looking into another room.

They bring the first guy's wife into that room and leave her there. The instructor then loads two rounds into a pistol, hands it to the first man and says "Go kill your wife of five years." The trainee takes the weapon, goes into the next room but comes back out 1 minute later and says "I can't do it." The instructor replies, "Then you fail out - get out."

They then bring the second guy's wife into the room and leave her there. The instructor then loads two rounds into a pistol, hands it to the second man and says "Go kill your wife of ten years." The trainee takes the weapon , goes into the next room but comes back out 3 minutes later and says "I can't do it." The instructor replies, "Then you fail out - get out."

Finally, they bring the third guy's wife into the room and leave her there. The instructor then loads two rounds into a pistol, hands it to the third man and says "Go kill your wife of fifteen years." The trainee takes the weapon, goes into the next room where there is silence for 1 minute. Suddenly, there are two gunshot sounds followed by a huge commotion in the room. The third man came out finally, sweating profusely, and says, "Good job, asshole! You gave me blanks - I had to choke the bitch!"

THE OLD FELLA,S SAMPLE

An 85-year-old man went to his doctor's office to get a sperm count. The doctor gave the man a jar and said,
"Take this jar home and bring back a semen sample tomorrow."

The next day the 85 year old man reappeared at the doctor's office and gave him the jar, which was as clean and empty as on the previous day. The doctor asked what happened and the man explained:

"Well, doc, it's like this - First I tried with my right hand, but nothing. Then I tried with my left hand, but still nothing.
"Then I asked my wife for help. She tried with her right hand, then her left, still nothing. She tried with her mouth,first with the teeth in, then with her teeth out, and still nothing.

"We even called up Mavis, the lady next door and she tried too, first with both hands, then an armpit and she even tried squeezing it between her knees, but still nothing."

The doctor was shocked! "You asked your neighbour?"
"Yep." the old man replied, "And no matter what we tried we still couldn't get the jar open!"

A Lesson in medicine NICE JOCK

First-year students at Medical School were receiving their first anatomy class with a real dead human body. They all gathered around the surgery table with the body covered with a white sheet.

The professor started the class by telling them, “In medicine, it is necessary to have two important qualities as a doctor: the first is that you not be disgusted by anything involving the human body”

For an example, the professor pulled back the sheet, stuck his finger in the butt of the corpse, withdrew it and stuck it in his mouth. Go ahead and do the same thing, he told his students.

The students freaked out, hesitated for several minutes, but eventually took turns sticking a finger in the butt of the dead body and sucking on it. When everyone finished, the professor looked at them and told them,

“The second most important quality is observation. I stuck in my middle finger and sucked on my index finger. Now learn to pay attention”

Funny jocks

A cat dies and goes to Heaven. God meets him at the gate and says, 'You've been a good cat all of these years. Anything you desire is yours, all you have to do is ask.'

The cats says, 'Well, I lived all my life with a poor family on a farm and had to sleep on hardwood floors.' God says, 'Say no more.' And instantly, a fluffy pillow appears. A few days later, 6 mice are killed in a tragic accident and they go to Heaven. God meets them at the gate with the same offer that He made the cat.

The mice said, 'All our lives we've had to run. We've been chased by cats, dogs and even women with brooms. If we could only have a pair of roller skates, we wouldn't have to run anymore.' God says, 'Say no more.' And instantly, each mouse is fitted with a beautiful pair of tiny roller skates.
About a week later, God decides to check and see how the cat is doing. The cat is sound asleep on his new pillow. God gently wakes him and asks,

'How are you doing? Are you happy here?'
The cat yawns and stretches and says, 'Oh, I've never been happier in my life. And those Meals on Wheels you've been sending over are the best

Magic man

1IT WAS jadu ¬– magic – he made, that magic man of my childhood, as he spangled the air carelessly with fish scales, transparent and turquoise. I watched the snake-charmer with the wondering eyes of childhood, this glimpse into a never-land of devilry and mysticism, brief and luminous. His naked black arms were held high up in the air, his face raised, eyes closed to the harsh summer skies, as he murmured enchantments. The fish scales were fresh as he had demanded (they came from the enormous rui fish I had watched Firoza, our maid, chop up that morning), and still retained the pungent odour of faraway riverbeds. The shapure-man was casting a spell: Firoza wanted to get married again or at least have her old husband come back to her. She had saved from her pay for months (as well as sneaking some money from the shopping she was supposed to do), and finally she had the twenty five taka, three candles and three heads of garlic that the snake charmer had demanded. The fish scales were to be wrapped in a piece of cloth that had been rubbed on the face of a kumari-kanya – a young virgin. His tongue flicked out in a quick motion as he enunciated the words again – the face of a kumari-kanya. The bundle would then be tied to her hair where it was to remain for seven days and seven nights. ‘That should do the trick,’ he told her, ‘Bring some unfortunate right to your doorstep. But your face won’t do, will it, now?’ Firoza giggled as he winked at her. He had caught the fish scales in his palms as they descended, winking in the late morning sun. They lay there like coinage of some virgin kingdom, awaiting the breathlessness of first discovery. As the snake charmer asked for the cloth to bind his magic, Firoza pulled me to her, ‘You won’t tell your mother, will you?’ She tore off a corner of the anchal of her cotton sari and wiped my face with it, moulding it to my lips before handing it over to the shapure. He smiled his wolf-smile at me as he moved closer to enlace the tight little bundle of fish scales in Firoza’s waist length hair. He turned to me and asked, ‘And what can I do for the little apa?’ Firoza giggled again, ‘She’s too young for your tricks, snake man. Leave her be.’ ‘Ah,’ He exhaled. “The little apa is not so little any more, is she?’ He laughed as if in mockery and I felt his breath warm my cheeks. His eyes were as brilliant and opalescent as the moni-gem that was hidden in the head of a king cobra, the pupils mere pinpoints of lucid light. Older kids snickered that he was a neshakhor, forever high on ganja, hashish, bhang – those forbidden fruits, that nocturnal nectar. They whispered that he sipped snake venom, and his blood ran cool under his avid skin. The shapure had arrived that morning – as he always did – with his box of treasures, satin ribbons, vivid coloured glass bangles, cheap earrings and nose-pins. He fanned them out for us, ‘Dekhen-dekhen, look here, all that your hearts desire.’ The magic baksho would open, the serrated wooden sides falling away like the opening petals of some iridescent night-blossom, revealing his offering of a vast cornucopia of jingly-jangly, spingly-spangly gewgaws. His eyes glowed with imaginary wisdom as he foretold weddings and woes. The sheen of his pearly black skin was mirrored in the rapacious eyes of the women who sat with spread palms. Once he told Asma, who was maid at my best friend Pamela’s house, that the dark cloud over her would not go away for one whole year unless she took heed to his words. At the time Asma’s father had been bedridden. Asma assumed a blue stone, a Neela as blue as spring skies set in silver, on the third finger of her right hand. Her father died within a month. As the snake-charmer explained on his next visit, there was no saying how fate would finally decide to end the game: but the cloud had gone away for certain. I cannot remember how I could tell that he had arrived. It seemed as if on certain mornings the winds whispered the arrival of the miracle-monger. I would turn a corner on my way to school, or glance into a field on my way back, and suddenly my eyes would see a three-deep closed circle of women and children and I would know that when I elbowed my way to the middle, he would be there – the shapure man who had snake-charmed his way into my childhood. I would always ask ma for some money for the shapure, and she would give me a five taka note. She never knew that I sneaked another five taka note in before handing over my offering to him. I would save the money from the salaami money I received each eid from the elders. Sometimes, when I had greedily spent the money beforehand, I would steal – a fifty paisa from her purse, another from dad’s wallet. If she was busy when a beggar came, I would turn the beggar away with a whispered pleading of forgiveness ‘Maf koren’ and pocket the coins she had given me; alms for my curious and fearful greed. Firoza knew about the money, of course. Firoza who was supposed to be buying our groceries at the store but was standing here wasting time with this flim-flam. I had been playing outside, and had tagged along when I saw her with the shopping bag in hand. If there was any money left over from the groceries, she would let me have an ice-lolly or a candy bar. Firoza had been at our house ever since I could remember. Some years older than me, she had been taken away by her parents once about three years ago and married to a man years older than her: her father had owed him money. The man had beaten her every other night, finally kicking her out after three months, and Firoza came back to us. Yet Firoza yearned for him – a need as mysterious and constant to me as the river waters rising with a full moon. She had told me two nights ago that the shapure was going to give her a charm to get her husband back. She had shown me the three heads of garlic she had sneaked that evening from our kitchen as she lay on her pallet on the floor by my bed. The candles and the money were in the pantry, tucked away in the pink-flowered tin trunk that held her worldly belongings. Now as we stood together, Firoza raised both her hands and wound her hair in a loose bun in languid motions. But the shapure was looking at me, ‘Nothing today, little apa?’ The unfamiliar laughter in his gaze made me uncomfortable. ‘The snakes,’ I managed to say, ‘Didn’t you bring the gokhra?’ ‘Oh, it is only the snakes that you want? Those king serpents?’ He tucked his matted hair behind his ears and moved closer to me. I took a step back only then noticing that his baskets were behind me, by the side of the road. ‘For you, anything. Everyone has time for the snake-games.’ Firoza hissed, ‘Stop your nakhra, will you? And do what you must.’ His voice grated in our ears in its litany of vicarious greed as he opened the telescopic wicker baskets containing his snakes, ‘Eat, eat, eat the skinflint –bakkhila, eat his miserly head, gobble it all up.’ The scrawny flat heads of his gokhra-snakes with the horse-shoe sigil painted behind weaved and waved in the shimmery summer air in time with his been-flute, fat and purple like an eggplant. His right hand curled in on itself, he let it spasm in the air in time to his invocation and exhortations to his scaly companions to punish the ones who kept their purses closed to him. The beady eyes of the gokhra kept darting towards me as the dance continued. The shapure bowed his head in salaam as always as he took the money from my hands, his rowdy black hair hung in matted clumps hiding his thin face. His fingers touched mine for an instant. Then he was carefully folding the notes and putting them in his fatua-pocket: it felt strange, for what had been mine was now his. I shivered as he turned his eyes on me again, ‘Your little breast holds a big heart, little apa.’

Dhaka jottings: notes from the fashion scene

The 1980's saw a fashion revolution in Bangladesh. Plastics were taking over terracotta and silver; nylons displaced the ages-old heritage of cotton and silk. It was not only a battle between tradition and modernity; it was also a confrontation of lifestyles and values. Now the tide is changing again, and the time has come to strike a balance.
While fusion highlights pop high fashion, a subtler genre must evolve that will appeal to the mass, the fashionably sensitive and a world market starved for the spicy colours and hues of the subcontinent. And it has! Recently, designers, western and eastern alike, have cross-pollinated the East with the West, blurring their influences in a kaleidoscope of colour, accessories and trends. The result? A dazzling mix of must-haves like sari-style gowns, opulent silk, rows of glinting bangles, and a juicy palette of lime green, orange, butter yellow and bright pink.
This season's ready-to-wear collections will feature Eastern accents like draped dhoti pants, silky tunic-trouser sets, metallic tunics and light as air saris- simple, luxurious and oozing understated sexuality. With an array of distinguishable features by fabric, draping style and motifs, the sari shall stand out as a bright beacon of style in a sea of basic black.
In an attempt to merge experience with the skills of the craftsmen, designers, and quite wisely so, have became aware that contemporary designers must revitalise their own roots and identity. This is essential to take Bangladeshi creativity out from the local industry and out into the world in a way that benefits both craftsmen and the modern consumer.
Dhaka Fashion Show 2008, arranged as part of four hundred years celebration of Dhaka, promises to break virgin ground. Fifteen designers presenting their work in a myriad of variations of themes- the ensemble certainly assure a fashion fiesta. With over a dozen shows, each unique in its distinctive style and form, the challenge is to present them in a manner coherent to the theme of the show "The Fusion City" yet unique in essence. The crafted designers of Bangladesh have been exposed to the colours of a country rich in culture and diverse in its people. As an inspiration, the country has it all! With a focus on the capital, the creators of 'wearable' art are confronted with the creative challenge of transforming inspirations derived from the lifestyle, culture and nature.
From villages where local craftsmen weave dreams with magic fingers, to factories, workshops and outlets where retailers jostle for survival, to the opulent grandeur of boutiques and malls, Dhaka Fashion Week 2008 will certainly lead the style sensitive to new doors of discovery. The ensemble quite certainly, holds the key.

The dating dilemma

or couples in Dhaka, finding a non-eating dating spot is like finding a needle in a haystack. The comparison may sound very clichéd but the truth cannot be denied. Restaurants and cafés have, over the past ten years, become the most popular dating places for couples in this metropolis.
Today, the city food outlets target the younger generation- the décor and the menus of these restaurants clearly reflect the choice of young people. Soft music, exclusive interiors, modern furnishings and good food have converted countless restaurants into great meeting places. The restaurants now regularly refurbish their exteriors as well as interiors to attract more crowds. They now experiment with their menu and come up with new meal deals. The reason? To attract younger crowds.
The idea of buffet lunch and dinner wasn't there even five years ago. People would go to a restaurant and order from the à la carte. Today, a couple would rather go for a set or buffet meal than order from the bill of fare. It not only lessens the chance of a bicker between the couple (as most couples can't decide on the right dish to order), but also gives them an opportunity to enjoy a wide assortment of food. Nevertheless, it's difficult to chitchat when such a wide array of food awaits you. However, with no one to bug and beg you to buy a packet of peanuts, your time in a restaurant is indeed more pleasurable than in a public park. Students prefer fast food outlets to public parks for reasons such as, security and unwanted trouble. Yes, sauntering in a park doesn't cost money but one has to be watchful, for goons and drug abusers now frequent public parks more than anyone else. The time when a couple would sit together on a park bench and plan their future is long gone. Young people coming from well-bred families do not dare hang around Botanical Garden, Ramna Park or Suhrawardy Udyan for the fear of being mugged and teased by hoodlums.
The trend of dating in a restaurant has made couples more materialistic than they're past generation. Fast food is unhealthy. Deep-fried chicken, pizza and burgers have little food value. Trans-fats, which are commonly found in fast foods, have been shown in many tests to have a negative health effect on the body.
A junior friend of mine was complaining the other day that she gained almost 8 kilos since she started dating a year ago. Why? They go to fast food restaurants to meet each other. She was lamenting over the fact that Dhaka doesn't have a safe and clean public park. Many like Sayma are worried about the extra weight that they are gaining from eating outside. But they do not have a better option.
We not only have good non-eating places to go on dates, but also to spend time with our friends and family. Try remembering the last time you met your best friend alone outside your home. Where did you meet him/her? We assume, in a restaurant. Eating-out has become almost a ritual among young people. Consumption of food with little nutrition value is having a detrimental effect on our young people. Farah, who works for a private organisation, became over-dependent on fast food after she started a full-time career more than a year ago. She had neither the drive nor the time to prepare her lunch before rushing to office. As a result, she used to go to one of the numerous restaurants adjacent to her office for a quick lunch. After a year of regular intake of fast food, she not only became an overweight young woman, but also a victim of malnutrition and low appetite. A thorough check-up revealed that Farah had an alarmingly low level of haemoglobin in her blood.
Although the fast food outlets, cafés and restaurants selling oriental food are mushrooming in the capital, there is nobody to ratify the standard of the food served. The drive of the Mobile Court against restaurants using harmful ingredients in food was effective to a great extent. However, news on this drive is no more seen in newspapers and on TV. Has this noteworthy campaign come to a standstill? When it comes to non-eating dating spots, Dhaka is a barren place to live. Although many young people want to be free from the grip of burgeoning city fast food outlets, they cannot see the alternative. Fairs, such as the DITF and Ekushey Boi Mela give some respite to the young couples. But then too many visitors sometimes ruin the appeal of these fairs. Another flaw of these mega fairs is that they are normally held only in winter.
The absence of a safe public park or a recreation centre is not only drawing the young people to restaurants and cafés often selling unhealthy food, but is also at the same time making them more materialistic than before. The rise of retail food business is certainly creating new employment opportunities, but this increase in the number of food outlets is also having a damaging effect on the health, lifestyle and eating habit of young people. It's time we checked the scale and see which one is more beneficial for the society at large. Safe and healthy public recreation spots or fast food outlets?

eating out H=Healthy

Staying healthy isn't the easiest thing to do in Dhaka these days. Wherever you go, you run into a fast food outlet, tempting you with scrumptious junk food, so that you go home and hate yourself for that extra pound on your weight scale, or that brand new pimple on your face. Then there's the whole stress angle. With crazy deadlines to meet, and a constant need to appear your very best, you're always on the run. The gym is located at one place; the beauty parlour somewhere else. Looking good literally involves running a race.
Wouldn't it be great to have all your options available under one roof? With their newest venture, Herbal Solutions aims to do just that. The Spa and Beauty Salon opened its Gulshan branch earlier this year, offering massages, facials, and spa treatments that relied solely on herbal products, ensuring rejuvenation of hair and skin without side effects. Since then, they have also added yoga classes to their menu, so that you have the option of getting that healthy glow from within as well as without.
The latest feather in their cap, however, happens to be the garden café named Café H, which offers a fresh fruit juice bar, as well as a comprehensive menu of salads, sandwiches, and tasty, healthy tidbits that will refresh without fattening you. Located on the grounds of the Herbal Solutions premises, the little bamboo hut housing the bar, and the al fresco seating arrangements ensures a nice, tranquil time spent over a fresh drink. Being healthy in and out was never this convenient.

6 die as medical helicopters collide over Arizona

FLAGSTAFF, Ariz. - Two medical helicopters collided Sunday about a half-mile from a northern Arizona hospital, killing six people and critically injuring a nurse, a federal official said. Two emergency workers on the ground were injured after the crash. ADVERTISEMENT

Three of the fatalities were aboard a Bell 407 helicopter operated by Air Methods out of Englewood, Colo. At least one of the dead was the patient.
Three others were killed aboard another Bell 407 helicopter operated by Classic Helicopters of Woods Cross, Utah. A fourth person on that helicopter was critically injured.
Classic Helicopters spokesman Matt Stein said his company's crew was landing at Flagstaff Medical Center carrying a patient with a medical emergency from the Grand Canyon's South Rim. Stein said the helicopter's pilot, paramedic and patient all died in the crash. A flight nurse was in critical condition at Flagstaff Medical Center.
"We've been in business 20 years, and these are the first fatalities we've experienced," Stein said. "They were all heroes. They were out doing a great service for their communities."
Stein didn't tell The Associated Press the names of the crash victims, except to say that the pilot for Classic was experienced with over 10,000 hours of flight time. He added that it's rare for two medical helicopters to attempt to land at a hospital at the same time.
Flagstaff Medical Center doesn't have flight controllers, he said, and it's up to the pilots to watch each other as they approach.
"It's just a very unfortunate tragedy," Stein said.
Air Methods officials didn't immediately return calls from the AP on Sunday.
Capt. Mark Johnson, a spokesman for the Flagstaff Fire Department, said the helicopters crashed in a wooded area about a half-mile from Flagstaff Medical Center. The helicopters spread debris across the scene.
"They're not recognizable as helicopters," he said.
Johnson said two emergency workers with a ground ambulance company suffered minor burns in an explosion on one of the aircraft after the crash. The injuries were not life-threatening, he said.
The FAA is sending inspectors to investigate.
The crash started a 10-acre brush fire that authorities were able to extinguish, said Coconino County sheriff's spokesman Gerry Blair.

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OUR BANGLADESH

Europeans began to set up trading posts in the area of Bangladesh in the 16th century; eventually the British came to dominate the region and it became part of British India. In 1947, West Pakistan and East Bengal (both primarily Muslim) separated from India (largely Hindu) and jointly became the new country of Pakistan. East Bengal became East Pakistan in 1955, but the awkward arrangement of a two-part country with its territorial units separated by 1,600 km left the Bengalis marginalized and dissatisfied. East Pakistan seceded from its union with West Pakistan in 1971 and was renamed Bangladesh. A military-backed caretaker regime suspended planned parliamentary elections in January 2007 in an effort to reform the political system and root out corruption; the regime has pledged new democratic elections by the end of 2008. About a third of this extremely poor country floods annually during the monsoon rainy season, hampering economic development.

CHINESE ZODIAC DRAGON

The Dragon is one of the most powerful and lucky Signs of the Chinese Zodiac. Its warm heart makes the Dragon's brash, fiery energy far more palatable. This is a giving, intelligent and tenacious Sign that knows exactly what it wants and is determined to get it. Dragons possess a certain natural, charming charisma that ensures they can always influence their peers and often find themselves the center of attention in social situations. This Sign is truly blessed, too; Dragons are considered to be very lucky in love! The Dragon's friends are always keen to hear what this firebrand has to say and when it comes to dispensing advice, the Dragon has the floor.
Its ego can get in the Dragon's way, but even so, this larger-than-life creature has a knack for initiating projects and keeping the troops motivated. According to Dragons, it's their natural born right to lead the way -- because who else could do it so surely and so well? As lucky as they are, Dragons have a good chance of achieving considerable material wealth during their lifetimes, although it isn't mere money that's this Sign's main motivation. Power is what the Dragon wants and truly believes it deserves. Dragons are quite the opportunists, forever searching for ways in which to consolidate their considerable power. Contrary to all this strength and fire, a weakened Dragon is a sad sack, a creature that refuses to take defeat with even a modicum of grace.
The role of leader is the only one the Dragon wants, the better from which to give orders and be king of the hill. They make solid leaders, too, knowing instinctively what needs to be done to stay on top. Crossing the Dragon is never a good idea -- this beast can singe! A valuable life lesson for this clever creature would be to absorb the principles of flexibility, compassion and tolerance. Being high and mighty can serve to inspire others, but it also keeps Dragons from living their lives to the fullest. If Dragons can learn to balance their quest for success with an appreciation for the little things, their life will be more than worthwhile.

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NICE

Well, it seems I was in the same hall as you are. Unfortunately I missed the forum discussion with the four authors, because NS (Dutch Railways) decided to fuck up yet again, which made for an 11.15 arrival, an hour and fifteen minutes later than planned. Any other company would have gone broke ages ago. Depressing. As was the Martin speech. As you note, Aan, he could do with some lessons. Jesus, I cannot believe how tedious and longwinded that speech was. Quite horrible. I thought he was just going to leave without asking questions but fortunately he didn't, because he couldn't just leave when there was no one to replace him. Anyway, he didn't giev much info, except for the fact that some early parts of AFFC will overlap with the end of the previous book, especially featuring in Dorne and the Iron Islands. Incredibly disappointing to learn that AFFC will be delayed with approximately 6 months. I think that ruined an otherwise nice day for me, at least a little bit. That's a huge delay, and not good news after just hearing that Tad Williams' War of the Flowers was also put off till next year. p.s I'm glad I asked Martin a question because no one seemed likely to do so when Martin asked. He might have left without answering anything.. Cheers p.p.s. The jousting was great fun

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NAAMAN THE LEPER

Naaman was the captain of the host of King of Syria. He was a great and honourable man but he had a disease called Leprosy. The little maid that served Naaman's wife told her if her master, Naaman, was with the prophet in Samaria, he would be healed. So the King of Syria sent Naaman, along with a letter to the King of Israel. When the King of Israel received the letter, he tore his clothes. The King was upset because he knew that he could not heal Naaman. When Elisha(a man of God) heard that the King of Israel was so upset, he told him to let Naaman come to him.So Naaman went to Elisha's door, and Elisha sent out a messenger to tell Naaman to go and dip in the Jordan River seven times, and he would be healed. Naaman was very angry because Elisha did not come out himself and heal him right there. Naaman wanted to dip in some of the other rivers that were cleaner then the Jordan River. Therefore, he went away very mad. His servants told him that if he had been asked to do some great thing, would he not have done it? So he wnet and dipped in the Jordan River according to what the man of God had told him, and he was healed.

BAMBI

This story takes place once upon a time, a very long time ago, deep in the forest. Now you remember what a forest is don't you? Right, it is a place where there are lots of trees. OK, so in just one tiny part of a forest, a baby deer was born (a baby deer is called a "fawn") Oh my, there was so much excitement that day. All the animals wanted to come and see the new fawn. Do you know why? It is because this was a special fawn. He was a young Prince. That means that one day, this tiny baby, would be all grown up and become the leader of all the deer in the forest. The birds sang the happiest song. "Drip drip drop little April showers" What a beautiful, beautiful Spring day it was.Thumper, he was a cute little rabbit, asked the mama deer what she was going to call her baby. She smiled and looked down at her son and then at Thumper. " I am going to call him Bambi," she said. Thumper stood there for a moment, thumping his foot. "That's a funny name", he said at last. Thumper's mommy scolded him, very gently, "Thumper", she said, "What did you father tell you this morning?" Thumper hung his head down, just a bit and replied, "If you can't say something nice, don't say nothin at all!" And you know, that is really what we should all remember. We should always remember to say nice things about each other.It was a happy time for Bambi. He soon learned to do many things. Thumper was his very best friend, they did all kinds of fun stuff together. Why, in no time at all Bambi was standing up. Oh yes he was really wobbly at first. Thumper just had to laugh at him. But that was ok because it was a nice kind of laughter, and Bambi did not mind it a bit. Of course he could not understand why Thumper laughed so hard when another animal popped up out of the flowers, and Bambi called him "Flower". It really was funny though, because you see, Flower was a skunk. And skunks are not the sweetest smelling of animals, especially not when they get excited. Oh my, most certainly not when they get excited.Then one morning, real early, Bambi's mother took him to a wonderful place. It was called "the meadow". What a nice place that was for a young fawn to romp around and have fun. It was there that Bambi met Faline. Faline was very cute to be sure. At first Bambi was a little afraid of her, well, maybe not so much afraid as he was shy. But soon they were racing around and having a grand time chasing one another. When all of a sudden, there was a horrible, loud noise. Like thunder! only louder! All the animals were running very swiftly. They were being led by "The Prince of the Forest" He was very old, and very strong. But he was also very, very wise. He knew he had to lead all the animals in the forest to safety. The one word that would do that was "MAN". Oh yes, all the animals knew that word. They knew it meant there was danger close by. So they did not waste any time, they ran as fast as they could. When it was safe, they all returned to their homes, and Bambi lay comfortably, safe and protected by his mother.Winter soon came to the forest. At first Bambi had lots of fun. Thumper tried teaching him to slide on the ice, And as Bambi learned, Thumper just watched and laughed till he was rolling on his tummy. Poor Bambi, his four thin legs just went every which way, and down he would go again. Even though it was fun, it was also a hard time for Bambi and all the other animals, because the cold had rid the ground of it's soft green, tender carpet of grass, and sweet tasting flowers. There was little to eat, except tree bark. "BAM" there it was again. The same deafening sound Bambi had heard before. His mother yelled for him to run for the thicket. "Quick" she yelled. Bambi reached the thicket. But...but where was his mother. She had been right behind him, and now... she was not there.Once again Bambi saw the Great Prince Of The Forest. "Your mother can no longer be with you. You must learn to walk alone." What did that mean. What was the Great Prince telling him. Did he mean Bambi would never see his mother again. Yes, he knew that was what the Great Prince was saying. Bambi was alone.At last winter left, and spring returned. Everything was green again. Bambi had grown much bigger. He was no longer a fawn , now he was a "Buck". A buck is a male deer, much older than a fawn. As the spring went on to summer, Bambi roamed the forest and the meadow. Until one day he met Faline again. She had grown into a very beautiful graceful doe. Yes, that is what a grown up girl deer is called, a "doe". Just as they were beginning to enjoy being friends again, another buck came charging between them. He did not want Feline to stay with Bambi, he wanted Feline to stay with him. A terrible fight began. They kept charging at each other, bumping their foreheads against the other real hard. Unitl finally, the mean old bully was hurt and limped off all alone. Bambi and Feline walked off into the forest together.As spring and summer had gone, Autumn arrived in the forest, The trees took on a breathtaking array of colors. And the air had a very special crispness to it. But sadly, all this beauty did not last. For one day Bambi began to smell something. And as he ran to find Feline, The Great Prince came. He told them to run very quickly, for the forest was on fire. Feline raced for protection, as Bambi and the Great Prince ran to warn all the other animals. At last. the fire was over. Bambi, Feline, and the Great Prince looked on at the terrible thing that the fire had done. All the colors were gone. There was a terrible smell of burned wood, and blackend trees. A fire is a terrible thing, it destroys everything it touches. As they stood there, gazing at what remained of the smoldering forest, it was then that the Great Prince told Bambi, that when the forest was green again, he would be very old, and Bambi would have to take his placeAt last Spring arrived again. Green leaves, green grass, and wild flowers began to cover up some ot the damage the fire had done. And now do you know what was happening. All the animals were running to see. Not one new fawn, but two of them. They were cuddled next to their mother, Feline. And where was Bambi, why he was high on a hillside, looking down. His chest was puffed out, and he was standing there as proud as he could be. For not only was he a new father, but now Bambi was the new Prince of the Forest.

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A prolific and versatile poet, lyricist and writer,and undaunted voice against bigotry,injustice and oppression, apassionate advocate of peace,freedom,harmony,love, compassion,humanism and beauty Kazi nazrul islam is known as the rebel poet.probably no other poet influenced the bengalee society and people so deeply.
He raised his voice against British colonial rule and was recognised as a rebel speaking for the masses. Rabindranath Tagore called him"Dhumketu" and mahatma ghandhi described his poems as the"song of the spinningwheel".

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Bangla literature progressed to a great extent with the emergence of Nazrul.Withouth Nazrul Bangla literature would have remained incomeplete.It is said that after Tagore it was Nazrul who added a new dimension to bangla literature.Nazrul's literary creer was very short;but his creativity was great.It is not wrong to say that Nazrul was a born poet.This is because,though in his childhood he had to grapple with poverty and misery,he exhibited his vigour from the very beginning .The contemporary critics and literary giants were dumbfounded by the talent of such a poor lad.
All the literary pieces that Nazrul left are the source of inspiration,motivation,enthusiasm and national life is loud and clear.

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b) Poland.
c) Austria.
d) USA.
e) Italy.
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Intriduction:To be a good communicator, the critical success factor is that you have to draw and hold the interest of the person with whom you are in conversation. if you can attanin this abity ,people would find comfort in conversing with you ,and they would seek your company.
How to achieve this sill of being "charming"? There are six elements to build up this ability .and once you possess the 'charming" ability , you are ready to become the person thzat people want to be around and meet again.
Knowledge: Be conversanbt with current affairs. it becomes useful to start a conversation,join in or simply sus-tain chatting. You also need to know of other things that people may be interested in such as sports, films, books and this would be usefull to continue or sustain conversation.
Sincerity: Display genuineness in what you say and show interest because you want to here what the other person is saying . you may not be aware but lack of sincerity is noticed,and that creates an insult and you should avoid it at all cost.
Eye contact: You remember that in the firstseries of the guidance note we stressed on eye contact.meet the eyes of the person you are talking to .Maintain eye contact throughout the conversation and look away at intervals to keep the rapport friendly and comfotable.how ever , do not look at piercingly as that would make th other person uncomfortable.
To be contenue...............