Britain to Leave EU

Pallavi Ekbote

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What is Brexit?

Brexit is literally British Exit (from the EU – European Union) and is favored by the majority of the voters in the UK. British and European leaders shall negotiate the terms of Britain’s departure based on the result of the Referendum deal held on June 23.

 

About European Union :

After world war 2, a movement was created for the alliance of 28 European countries including UK in 1993. EU operates single market and allows free movement of goods, services and people between the member states.

 

Why Britain departed from EU :

In 2008, a financial crisis occurred, resulting a recession in Europe. As a result, unemployment rose and tax revenue fell. Banks needed bailouts. The financial crisis of EU were uneasy for the wealthy nations like UK. Also, the employment opportunities in Britain got the attention of other European nations, and they started migrating to England. This was also the major fact that made the British voters to leave the European Union.

 

Votes that decided whether to remain or to leave

The vote for leaving –  51.9% (17,410,742)

The vote for staying – 48.1% (16,141,241)

More than 30 million people have voted.

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What Article 50 claims :

According to Art-50 of the European Union treaty, the state should be notified and obliged to try to negotiate a withdrawal agreement. However, the Brexit doesn’t represent this notification. It could take place within days. Hence, the vote is not legally binding and still can be theoretically blocked.

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Consequences of this step :

1- The departure resulted in the resignation by the British PM David Cameron as he had not wished the country to exit from the EU.

2- The possibilities are that the next PM could be Boris Johnson, a member of Cameron’s conservative party & formal London Mayor.

3- The products, services and people of British could be in danger, losing it’s easy entry into other European countries.

4- About 1.2 million British people currently live in other EU countries. Immigration would be more complex issue resulted by the Brexit.

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Impact on Indian Economy :

Sources are that there won’t be much chaos between India and UK in terms of trade and business, but the outsourced factories & offices in India might be recalled to Britain to create job opportunities. Since India is the largest investor of FDI (Foreign Direct Investment) in UK, it is obvious that UK will have to keep lesser regulation to India for the growth of their economy. However, Indian companies would be dealing with two sets of laws – European Union and Britain.

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A Letter that Matters the MOST

Pallavi Ekbote

To

The Human Being,

Planet no. 3,

Solar System

Subject:  Complaining about poor maintenance of the residence.

Dear my creature,

I am writing this letter to you to complain about the poor maintenance of the residence and the troubles which I have to face due to it.

Since many years, ailment has become a routine for me. Perhaps, I may succumb soon. The reason why I have issues only with you and not with other creatures is because they are obeying my precepts and living their lives facilely. A mother always shows solicitude and whatever she advises, it is for the betterment of her children. When you were born, my only desire was to acquaint you with everyone in the universe, but then I thought to let you ascertain about us, and you did it. You found about your mother, all your relatives, the stars, the planets and most prominently your grandfather-the Sun. You were my beloved child. This is the reason why I bestowed you a special reward of sentiments and thought process. Though your progress fascinated me, after a certain period, it didn’t seem like before. Having technological power certainly does not mean that you do everything as per your wish. It is your technological misuse that has left me in a serious condition. I am suffering from a high fever called ‘Global Warming’ due to some greenhouse gases present in my body. I have been coughing ceaselessly since many years because of pollution. It was endurable for me at the early age when you were a juvenile, but then I had to take some undesirable actions to make you evolve into a better personality.

There were many times when I was so cheesed off that nothing could stop me. My numerous negative emotions like Floods, Droughts, Volcano eruptions, Tsunamis and Earthquakes had come out of me. It made you realize your mistake but only for a couple of months. It all started again. Although water produced by me is salty, I offer you fresh water by the process of rain. It isn’t my fault that you deforest the land and then abide water crisis. Your grandfather provides you not only sunlight but different sources of energy that keeps you alive. It isn’t his fault that you defile me unconditionally and slay my Ozone army which dauntlessly protects me from UV rays. Trees create their own food by photosynthesis. They don’t greed for more. Animals and birds have their own meal. They don’t come and eat from your plate, do they? Then why are you intruding in their lives? The land doesn’t belong only to you. I obviously let you have access to adequate resources up-to your requirement, but please don’t harm others’ habitats. They also deserve a life just like you. As I mentioned earlier, you are special to me but don’t force me to show up my wrath again. I can’t watch the decease of my own children. There won’t be any purpose of my existence then. Has anybody ever wanted her mother to pass away? If no, then please stop polluting my breath (air), stop cutting my arms (trees), stop killing your brothers and sisters (animals & birds) and stop being selfish!

As a mother, I request you to take immediate actions against this very sensitive and significant matter. You are grown up now, so you should take some responsibility of maintaining your own house. Otherwise I’ll have to take some stringent action before I perish!

Thanking you,

                                                                                                                                                  Yours truly,

Mother Earth

Attachment of my health reports:

RAIN RAIN COME AGAIN…

Pallavi Ekbote

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The values taught by monsoon does not limit it merely as just a season. In fact, it has become a foremost part of our lives.

The quieter you become, the more you can hear

  SUMANA SAHA

   Often it so happens, certain realizations dawn upon us in a very timely manner. He was one of us; a face alone shone a brighter face of wisdom upon him. That face taught him that love could come to us without permission, and that it hardly demanded any expression to remain alive in one’s heart.

Feeling it aside, the flower might often be tempted to reveal its nectar to the world. However, if it should do so, the rains will soon come and wash away the treasure so carelessly squandered. Hence, it is well in itself – the lover bee finds its way by the wind carrying the flower’s amorous fragrance.

She was not much of a beauty for Tom, Dick or me. But his were the eyes that mattered. Two simple, deep eyes behind a pair of clear glasses, black hair bunned up, no falsely made-up cheeks, cheery lips homing a somewhere-hid smile. All about her lived an aura of essential simplicity. It seemed all the more evident and appealing to him, for his eyes were accustomed to the dullness of extraordinary sophistication on people’s faces. The first time he saw her, a breeze blew and he smiled, almost instantly. And though he was ignorant then, the smile he smiled was to live with him forever.

She was with her family, lodging in his father’s hotel for but a few days. When he saw her as she went out to see the city each morning, he began wondering at her beauty. A single sight of her lasted him the entire day. Her face implanted in him an element of peace that calmed his heart and cleared his eye. Every time he saw her face, it appeared brighter, and even more revealing and rejuvenating. Stealing glances here and there at meal-times, he pleasured himself. If she should discover him gazing at her, all she would do would be to turn her head around with all the gentleness of the world and leaving him hoping that she had shyly hid a smile.

He was unsure if her feelings were any for him, or even if she had actually smiled. Many a time, he had seen leaves outside on the trees, swaying, but with no resultant wind. No other occurrence caused him such distress; it made his heart weep of sorrow unending. Expectations unfulfilled do desert a waiting child like him.

He silently prayed that she would talk to him; but then, his grandmother had said that it is always wise to ask for the greater good to happen. So he implored, “Do see, O God, what you feel good, happens. Also take care, if you will, to keep her smile on that face forever.”

Not knowing her name, he could not fantasize lovely gateways bearing their names and flowers, announcing their wedding. Somehow, his young, creative and imaginative mind was unable to picture any nuptial scene either. He lay down, lost in thought. Somewhere, like Rumi, he felt there was a meeting place indeed. Had he to know her name to meet her there? Would not something more lasting link them to that place?

He suddenly realized that knowing what she was called, where she lived and so on was not too difficult. He simply had to look into the hotel register, where all these details would surely be enlisted. He instinctively made for the same. But he stopped.

A face hung before him now. This was truth’s. Truth had just unraveled a new face to him. He pondered over it for quite some time. He made up his heart not to inform himself of her mundane identities. He wished that he would remember her his own way. Unnecessary dilutions would but mar his growing and rising spirit.

He smiled. Often in his childhood he had mishandled his affections, leading himself to short-lived fairy-tale relations. He looked around. There was his father, a divorcee ever since he was born. Why was there so much war? Did all the people out there not know that the stability one needs is born within oneself and that one must bear it along forever? Acceptance is slighted in difficulty by the helplessness in the cries of a slighted soul. Contentment seeds in oneself, as deep as life is seeded in an individual.

All of a sudden, he was pacified by a simple recognition—he was contented that very moment and he knew that no tempest could rob him of his essential bliss which was raising him above mean human behavior. Losing his eyes, he pictured her, speaking a thousand words with her eyes. The lips lent the face a touch of everlasting solace. It all seemed like a dream. No, not a dream could stand so real.

He woke up the day she was to leave. At the desk that day, as they checked out, the girl’s family chattered for a while with the boy and his father. A very polite conversation followed and the boy was surprised to hear his God speak. He spoke with much unnatural depth, which startled the listeners for a while and they wondered what some of his words meant.

Nevertheless, they said how they had had a wonderful stay in the city. The boy marveled at the wonders of the world as he thought how God had planned her vacation so fittingly so as to bring her exactly here, before him, so that his life changed forever.

As they walked out into the car, he too went out and stood behind it calmly. She finally looked back and smiled, and waved a pregnant goodbye. As the car slowly moved out of sight, he wondered for a final time. This time he asked himself if there had been any formal welcoming greetings between the two, and soon realized there hadn’t been any.

Gazing out to the distant horizon, he saw a new Light, brighter than the sun. No, a Face it was, or was it….?

 

 

NEPALI

 

Every time I meet him he greets me with a smile,

A khaki trouser and a rod in hand count on his style.

The age has shown more on the face than on his lean body.

The Square face and the tiny eyes, we all call him ‘Nepali’.

 

He was born in a teeming slum of Kalimpong.

Every night he sings out one same old Nepali song.

His guitar has some broken chords which matches with his voice

and some magic there will make you listen without any choice.

He sings from his heart and we think from our head,

And thus have failed every time in our efforts to translate.

 

His father used to play the guitar, love was the only sake.

His name is still marked on the wrecked guitar’s neck.

He was just a novice teen when his father died,

And probably the only time he claims that he had openly cried.

He had to leave his studies and started singing in a local bar;

But the girl he loved was always worried about their future.

Thinking about making money he once made up his mind,

Boarded a train to the city to see what he could find.

 

He is now a gatekeeper of this reputed society.

Perhaps earns some money more than a hillside bar singer.

Every month he gives away half his money to some charity.

As he had got no one on the hills to send his earnings for.

 

His lady love had married some hill based businessman.

Every time we speak about this, he tries to laugh out loud.

The filthy city had gifted him this, the best what it can;

A pensive laugh on the face and an effort to lie profound.

He does not talk much of hills anymore, he talks of only fear,

And sings that old song at the night with less grief and more anger.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

প্রিয় বন্ধু

অনুশ্রী কর

তখন আমি ছোট্টো বড়, তখন আমি পুঁচকি,
মায়ের কাছে আদর আমি খেতাম দিন রাত্রি..
সুখেই ছিলাম ভালো ছিলাম ছোট্ট বেলার মাঝে,
বকুনি আর কানমোলাটা খেতাম মাঝে মাঝে..
এখন আমি বড়ো হয়েছি, খাইনা তো আর বকা,
জীবন টা আজ বদলে গিয়ে হয়েছি আমি একা..
মাগো ভালো লাগে আজও তোমার কোলে শুতে,
আদর করে মাঝে মাঝে তোমার বকা খেতে..
যখন আমি একলা থাকি কিচ্ছুটি না পাই খুঁজে,
মনে হয় মা এক ছুট্টে লোকাই তোমার মাঝে..
তুমি আছো বলেই মাগো আছি আমি বেঁচে,
তোমার মতো বন্ধু মাগো পাইনি আমি খুঁজে…..

Within and Without

SUMANA SAHA

 

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The sky was a dark shade of gray. Looking out through the window of the mansion at the unremitting deluge, he pondered over his existence of thirty winters sans adventure. Ambition is a lonely man; he had realized this a long time ago, yet it was the cause of his success, and existence. That’s all what it matters, particularly when you’re the head of R&D at the US DoD? And yet today, a commonplace vulgar death of a drunken woman on the railway tracks shattered his emotionally impervious being.

The only human trait which mattered to him was intellect. He recollected how three years ago they had met at a Library Fest. He was fascinated by her sophisticated literary intellect. They would meet at weekends at his mansion and he would read Donne’s poems to her; apart from discussing various other issues. A year later, she professed her love for him and he had abandoned her, for he abhorred anything which betokened emotional weakness. Never again did he see her. And now, two years later, he felt his resolve weakening.

What a waste, he thought. Not merely had she degraded herself; she had degraded him. He saw the squalid tract of her voice, miserable and malodorous. His soul’s companion! He thought of the hobbling wretches whom he had seen carrying cans and bottles to be filled by the barman. Evidently she had been unfit to love, without any strength of purpose, an easy prey to habits, one of the wrecks on which civilization has been reared. But that she could have sank so low! Was it possible he had deceived himself so utterly about her? He had no difficulty now in approving of the course he had taken.

He put on his overcoat quickly and went out. The rain met him on the threshold and the cold air crept into the sleeves of his coat. He walked towards the railway station, living over his life with her and evoking alternately the two images in which he now conceived of her. He realized that she was dead, that she had ceased to exist, and that she had become a memory. He began to feel ill at ease. He asked himself what else he could have done. His life would be lonely too until he, too, died, ceased to exist, and become a memory- if anyone remembered him. He felt his moral nature falling to pieces.  He gnawed the rectitude of his life; he felt that he had been outcast from life’s feast. One human being had seemed to love him and he had denied her life and happiness: he had sentenced her to ignominy, a death of shame. No one wanted him; he was…the…outcast. The rain seemed to reiterate the syllables of her name. He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the evening was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.