A woman's mystery

A shot story by alok nandan
All the time you are not wise, and when you are not wise it is certain you are going to commit a big or silly mistake. Kalvin did it when he said the girl that he was in love with her. Psychologically he committed a big mistake and lost his confidence when his proposal was denied.
For last one two months a hidden chemistry was had been taking shape between Kalvin and kriti and both of them unaware of it, although they were spending most of their time together in canteen, in office and in library, chatting …chatting and chatting, different types of chats. She was very much careful to him and he, too, would, wait for her.
It seemed he had lost everything, all his happiness and pleasure. One day when he was sitting in a meeting in the conference room. He was asked to say something over the present problem of newspaper industry. At time Kriti was also present in the meeting among all the staffs. He started reciting the stanzas of an unknown poet….
''Every one is talking to me
The blue sky and the deep sea
I am highly dumps to see
Nothing is important without thee.''
Every one laugh in the meeting but Kriti. Later she came to him and gave him a paper. And said, read it when I will leave the place.
Latter he opened the paper and see the words written by her
''I want your happiness and smile
I can walk for you a hundred mile
But I keep you away now and while
A woman's mystery is like slipping tile''
After three days when she came across him he said, I am going far from the town. Last thing I want to ask you. Do you love me?'
She looked into her eyes, 'Better you ask this question to yourself. Any way where are you going? '
'I was asked to cover the war field. If life give me chance I would like to meet you.'
Latter, she was married to young man, and he was killed in the war field. The paper was still in his pocket, very near to his heart.
The end

The Leo and the scorpion

A story Alok nandan ( The story has been complited)
Rohit was sitting in his room, watching History channel. A story of a Roman king, Nero, was being broadcasted. He had just killed a woman who had said that he was a good actor although.There was a knock on the door.Leaving his bed he came to the door and opened it. Smita was standing there, having a packet in her hand. He was pleased to see Smtia but did not disclose his pleasure.
'Oh it is you! I was thinking about you. You seemed tired. Would you like something? ,' he said to her gently, giving space to enter into the room. She was very familiar with the room as she a was frequent visitor.
'Today I have submitted more than three reports. I am doing good job? ' she said, entering into the room. 'You man don't know how to live like a gentle way…Is there any place where I can sit ? Oh! it is horrible…really horrible. ' she said, looking around. The bed, table and even chair were full of books, different type of books. Newspapers were shattered here and there.
'You just sit here,' Rohit said to her, taking some books off the bed.
'No, the chair is better, ' she said and started cleaning the chair. She saw a book sexual manual and picked it up.
'What is it? Nowadays you reading sex!' she said.
'I am just trying to understand it, have you ever experienced it? ,' asked Rohit.
'Such type of question should never be asked to a girl. You don't know the manner?,' she complained.
'Sorry. But after this book I always think about its practical approach. You are very open with me so why I asked the question, would you let me know it.'
'Do you know very well I love Amit. And today I have met him. Oh he is tremendous ! whenever I see him I feel myself occupied by his aura. He does some meditation practice, ' she said continuously.
'It is not the answer of my question. I have read a lot of books, from philosophy to mathematics, and even natural science….but…'
'Have you experienced it?,' she interrupted.
'Many times with a lot of woman…How old are you?'
'Again you are asking the wrong question.You are a silly man. Do not know how to talk a woman. Anyway you are my good friend so I don't mind your foolish words. You have just admitted that You have gone through many women. Can you tell me what do you think about a woman?'
'It is too difficult to answer.Let me try. To my mind all the individual in the word has its own special characteristics. So each woman is special in its own way. You love Amit…I know it…But what do you do if I say I want to kiss you…'
'Have you gone mad? I am very sorry to listen it. You want to break the friendship? I love Amit and only Amit, 'She became angry.
'I am not saying to stop loving Amit. I only want to kiss you. You are a young and beautiful girl. Any young man likes to kiss you, I too, '
'You are crossing you limit,'
'You are a scorpion. And I know very well about a scorpion. Do you know I have spent countless night to read about a scorpion, ' he said emphatically, looking into her eyes.
'What is your zodiac sign…let me remember….You are Leo…Am I right? What you have read about a scorpion ? let me known,' she, too, was in mood to play.
'It loves darkness, so it is found of mystery. It believes in secret. Secret attracts it too much like an empty black sky. It is both faithful and dangerous. It never wants to act in daylight…It is night ?…You scorpion…What do you think to act with me in this night ? ' he asked confidently.
'Never forget I am dangerous, too, and I love Amit,' she warned him.
'I know so why I want to handle you gently, not against your will,' he said, softly but confidently.
She sat on the chair and said, 'Do you know why I come here? You are intelligent and have ability to jump deep in any field. Perhaps it is the reason women like you. But I want to tell you clearly that I have high devotion to Amit. And I can't betray him…He is my love,'
'The first love?'
'What do you mean by the first love?'
'Very simple. More than a woman comes in a man's life; and in the same way more than one ma comes in a woman's life. You have crossed your sweet teens. And certainly, more than one man would have entered into your life…I am right scorpion?…I am always right…so why I am called the second wise man in the civilization of human being. Do you know who is first one? Don't think more, I tell you….It is …not is…..it was…. '
'Socrates!!!' she said in a high pitch like she has got a purl.
'You scorpion are always right! Because you think in dark, where no has ability to think…'
'Would you like to eat something?'
'Like!'
'Biscuits.'
'A lion does not eat biscuit.'
'But a scorpion does like it, and would like to have it with a Leo, although there is a natural war between them, you got the point.'
'you are harmful to a Leo.'
'Then why do you want to play with my darkness? You fool!, Without my intention you will get hurt. Got the point, Genius!. Acts convert into theory; and if Leo and Scorpion relationship has been theorized accordingly, certainly you will get hurts, Do you like to eat biscuits. I like it,' she said, and opened his packet and picked out a small packet of biscuit and took out having uncovered the packet a small one and started eating, looking sharp into his eyes and he realized the existence of a real scorpion.
'I will love you from top to bottom.'
'You will get hurt'
' I will love this hurt, too'
'Genius,You are going against the grammar!'
'So why I am a genius, I would like to check the rules of a scorpion. Grammar is man-made, while the truth is universal. Let me try this rule, may be it is amended or changed after the self experience.'
'I want to go', she said and stood up.Rohit looked to her silently, watching her carefully. She opened the door and went out. Rohit silently closed the door. and came to the chair and sit to write. He wrote down some words, then all of sudden, he looked to the key which had been Forgotten by Seema.

Again there was a knock on the door. He opened the door. Smita was standing there.
'I forgot my key here…perhaps on the table, ' she said and advanced to the table. When she was picking up the key she saw the open diary.
'What you are writing?' she picked up the diary with the key.
'Characteristic of a scorpion…so you are writing about a scorpion? Can I sit again?'
'As you wish.'
'I know in spite of all your oddities you are you are harmless creature. But it is also true you believe in experiment. Let me read more what you have written about a scorpion if you don't mind.'
'You can.'
'Thank you,' she said and started to read the diary aloud.' I was highly occupied with the mystery of a scorpion woman when I read about her. And I was thinking to get experience so that I can come to my own conclusion. Meanwhile Smita came in my room…'she stopped reading and looked to his face and again continued. 'Meanwhile Smita came in my room. Although I knew she was in love with someone, I asked her to allow me to jump deep into her mystery. She was angry, and of course she had right to do so, with me, but what can I do. I am a truth lover and can go any extent to get it. No matter if she is angry with me…experiment and truth is more important than anything, yes anything. I am always ready to sacrifice my life for the truth, no matter it is how much bitter. Why Jesus was crucified? Why 'Socrates accepted poison? Why Jon Boubuef was guillotined? Lord Budha left his home and wondered here and there? ….For the sake of truth….You are a mad man!,'
she said and looked deep into his eyes.
'Your comment has no meaning to me because I have ability to judge myself,' he said firmly.
'Are you going to write it continuously ? I mean…'
'For more writing I need more contents…Whatever I have written is useless. I have just repeated the old wine into a new bottle. I want new wine in my new bottle. '
'Do you have wine? '
'Now?'
'Yes, now. If you want to understand a scorpion lady you have to act according to the lady. Is it clear, Genius! '
'I have a fresh bottle of Vodaka'.
'Bring it.'
Rhohit opened the drawer under the table and took out a bottle of Vodaka.
'Do you have candles? '
'Let me see.' he found out some candles.
'Burn the candle and put off the light and make some space so that I can sit comfortably.
Rhoti followed her instructions. After a little while Smita was sitting before Rhohit, all the candles were burning.
'You have to worship me, Genius!'
'How? You know very well I believe in dialectical theory, so don’t know how to worship.'
'Genius! You are going to encounter with a woman. So you have to please her first….and it is the first rule to get a woman completely, no more dialectical theory, ok. worship me, through wine. And imagine me as a Godess . You know every woman is Godess.'
'Let me try.'
'Offer me wine like a good servant. You are going to please me.'
He poured down some Vodaka in a empty glass and advanced it to Smita.
'No, first…pour it down it to my feet, and then touch my feet.'
'Are you kidding me?'
'No, I am preparing you to make a good love. Follow the instruction.'
He did as he was instructed.
'Now make you all clothes off, one by one. Wait… better allow me to do it.'
He said nothing, but just wait for her acts.
One by one she uncovered him. And very soon he was naked as Adam, the first man under the sky, a man with no shame.
'Now you do the same work to me.'
Following her instructions, he started uncovered her clothes one by one. Her fair body was shining in the light of candles, her long hairs were spread around her shoulders. She seemed like a Godess.
'Genius ! Now what are thinking.You want to know the mystery of a scorpion lady….'
' No I am thinking about Ram krishana Pramhansh...who would tell her wife mother, can you tell me why?
'Because he knew the real instinct of a woman…You just worship me and I am sure you feel a real woman.'
'Then what about the secret of a scorpion lady that I have read in many books?'
'How can I say? I am just exploring myself before you, you want to love me?…Love me….from bottom to top. But still I am scared that you will get hurt.'
'Let me go ahead….
'……………………..'
'…………………….'
'Oh! A man inside a woman. It is tremendous, fantastic…Genius!'
'Yes scorpion, I love it…I love it…You are superb…Oh no! '
'What happened?'
'Perhaps I had a cut'
'What?'
Blood was flowing…
'I have warned you….Leo !,' She looked into her eyes and then to her finger's nail'
'You did it?'
'Without my intention. you tried to rule over me and I cannot stood before you. But somewhere I was not ready to accept it, so I used my nail.'
'You are a natural enemy to a Leo'
'Sorry, I warned you'
'No matter.Let us go ahead…'
'Again…!'
'You are with a Leo who always loves danger'
'You have courage…without courage no one can get the truth…serve me more wine. '
'Sure….Scorpion lady.'

The End

The Leo and the scorpion

Alok nandan
Rohit was sitting in his room, watching History channel.
A story of a Roman king, Nero, was being broadcasted. He had just killed a woman who had said that he was a good actor although.There was a knock on the door.Leaving his bed he came to the door and opened it. Smita was standing there, having a packet in her hand. He was pleased to see Smtia but did not disclose his pleasure.
'Oh it is you! I was thinking about you. You seemed tired. Would you like something? ,' he said to her gently, giving space to enter into the room. She was very familiar with the room as she a was frequent visitor.
'Today I have submitted more than three reports. I am doing good job? ' she said, entering into the room. 'You man don't know how to live like a gentle way…Is there any place where I can sit ? Oh! it is horrible…really horrible. ' she said, looking around. The bed, table and even chair were full of books, different type of books. Newspapers were shattered here and there.
'You just sit here,' Rohit said to her, taking some books off the bed.
'No, the chair is better, ' she said and started cleaning the chair. She saw a book sexual manual and picked it up.
'What is it? Nowadays you reading sex!' she said.
'I am just trying to understand it, have you ever experienced it? ,' asked Rohit.
'Such type of question should never be asked to a girl. You don't know the manner?,' she complained.
'Sorry. But after this book I always think about its practical approach. You are very open with me so why I asked the question, would you let me know it.'
'Do you know very well I love Amit. And today I have met him. Oh he is tremendous ! whenever I see him I feel myself occupied by his aura. He does some meditation practice, ' she said continuously.
'It is not the answer of my question. I have read a lot of books, from philosophy to mathematics, and even natural science….but…'
'Have you experienced it?,' she interrupted.
'Many times with a lot of woman…How old are you?'
'Again you are asking the wrong question.You are a silly man. Do not know how to talk a woman. Anyway you are my good friend so I don't mind your foolish words. You have just admitted that You have gone through many women. Can you tell me what do you think about a woman?'
'It is too difficult to answer.Let me try. To my mind all the individual in the word has its own special characteristics. So each woman is special in its own way. You love Amit…I know it…But what do you do if I say I want to kiss you…'
'Have you gone mad? I am very sorry to listen it. You want to break the friendship? I love Amit and only Amit, 'She became angry.
'I am not saying to stop loving Amit. I only want to kiss you. You are a young and beautiful girl. Any young man likes to kiss you, I too, '
'You are crossing you limit,'
'You are a scorpion. And I know very well about a scorpion. Do you know I have spent countless night to read about a scorpion, ' he said emphatically, looking into her eyes.
'What is your zodiac sign…let me remember….You are Leo…Am I right? What you have read about a scorpion ? let me known,' she, too, was in mood to play.
'It loves darkness, so it is found of mystery. It believes in secret. Secret attracts it too much like an empty black sky. It is both faithful and dangerous. It never wants to act in daylight…It is night ?…You scorpion…What do you think to act with me in this night ? ' he asked confidently.
'Never forget I am dangerous, too, and I love Amit,' she warned him.
'I know so why I want to handle you gently, not against your will,' he said, softly but confidently.
She sat on the chair and said, 'Do you know why I come here? You are intelligent and have ability to jump deep in any field. Perhaps it is the reason women like you. But I want to tell you clearly that I have high devotion to Amit. And I can't betray him…He is my love,'
'The first love?'
'What do you mean by the first love?'
'Very simple. More than a woman comes in a man's life; and in the same way more than one ma comes in a woman's life. You have crossed your sweet teens. And certainly, more than one man would have entered into your life…I am right scorpion?…I am always right…so why I am called the second wise man in the civilization of human being. Do you know who is first one? Don't think more, I tell you….It is …not is…..it was…. '
'Socrates!!!' she said in a high pitch like she has got a purl.
'You scorpion are always right! Because you think in dark, where no has ability to think…'
'Would you like to eat something?'
'Like!'
'Biscuits.'
'A lion does not eat biscuit.'
'But a scorpion does like it, and would like to have it with a Leo, although there is a natural war between them, you got the point.'
'you are harmful to a Leo.'
'Then why do you want to play with my darkness? You fool!, Without my intention you will get hurt. Got the point, Genius!. Acts convert into theory; and if Leo and Scorpion relationship has been theorized accordingly, certainly you will get hurts, Do you like to eat biscuits. I like it,' she said, and opened his packet and picked out a small packet of biscuit and took out having uncovered the packet a small one and started eating, looking sharp into his eyes and he realized the existence of a real scorpion.
'I will love you from top to bottom.'
'You will get hurt'
' I will love this hurt, too'
'Genius,You are going against the grammar!'
'So why I am a genius, I would like to check the rules of a scorpion. Grammar is man-made, while the truth is universal. Let me try this rule, may be it is amended or changed after the self experience.'
'I want to go', she said and stood up.Rohit looked to her silently, watching her carefully. She opened the door and went out. Rohit silently closed the door. and came to the chair and sit to write. He wrote down some words, then all of sudden, he looked to the key, which had been Forgotten by Seema……Is Sheema come back? wait ….

Have a good night with a sweet dream.

Peasant, Balzac and Me

Alok nandan
The peasant of Balzac, flashes before my eyes, rude, clever, merciless, opportunist, and greedy creature under the sky, as far as I can imagine through tireless pen of the French Writer. After reading his book 'the Peasant' my whole concepts was completely turned and I started looking the peasant world according to his mind, it impressed me much. Earlier in my school days I had been taught a lot about Peasant, his greatness, his selflessness, his humbleness, his kindness and his simple nature. And I had been asked to write essays about greatness of this great creature, and I would it. But latter I realized that, very true to say you after reading the peasant, how the wrong picture had been presented before me. A peasant is simple creature! Never, never, not at all. I can tell it because I have a village background, and know very well about the peasant's world, a merciless world, full of cruelty and dishonor. In spite of it I am weeping hard as I have just lost one of my childhood friend, a son of peasant. He committed suicide. I am worried he will disturb the hell as he would disturb the earthly creature around him like his father, a bloody full father who would never mind to pick up the quarrel anywhere and anytime. It is not least, even he would beat his three sons brutally, one of them was Indal, the man who committed suicide, the bloody one.
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I was seven five years old. I was playing with some boys of my village. Indal was also among them. He was always interested in gambling, although he was three years older than me, and had intention never to loose. He did not mind to have a fight when he lost and anyhow he captured all the money. Better to say he was a terror among all the children like his father.
All of sudden he came with a five years girl, holding her in his hand and trying to have intercourse with her. The girl, too, was supporting him. And before our eyes they indulged in a heinous act, and first time in my life, in my early life, I got glimpsed such a relation between a man and woman. And to me, it was hateful. All the boys of the village felt humiliated and shattered. A general and unspoken code was made since the day among the children not to talk him. He was not careful about it, further all his heinous acts remained continue, and of course, all these acts were leading him to suicide. And hell, he deserved for it.
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His elder brother died when he was bathing in a village pond and after one year he was married, when he was only eleven years old, with a nine years old girl. The child marriage was very common in that region, and very soon became the father of a girl. His father told him to go according to his own way and according the land was divided into three parts, two parts got the two sons and one part his father.
When he became 27 years old, he was six feet tall and fair. He was a peasant without formal education, but clever and crude.
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'What do you want? You don't know me…,' the man said with frightful voice when he was stopped by three unknown men, covering their face. It was a dark night and the man was going to his house after closing his shop.
'Don't worry. Just give me your money…' one of the covered faces said.
'What money? ', the man crumbled.
' I known you have money, and you are going to that Brahaman woman, who is living in our village.You have sinned, and for it you have to pay,' said the covered man.
'Who are you ? …wait I have recognized you…And I will see tomorrow…before the whole natives…'
'And what about tonight? If you recognize me then certainly you are not going to see the next sun…' with this words, the covered man grabbed him and knocked him down. Then he advanced to him with with a knife in his hand.
The man on the ground saw the killing instinct in his eyes and pleaded, 'Please leave me, whatever you want you take, …but please leave me…I have a wife and two sons…mercy !'
The covered man had no mercy and he killed the man.
'What did you do? ', said the second covered man to the killer.
'Take the money, He had recognized us, and it might be dangerous, ' he said and uncovered his face. It was Indal, killing the man and descending to suicide. Very soon this story spread all around the village and the whole village felt un-secure, somewhere I too.
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My father sifted in a town, one hundred kilometer away from my village. One day I was told to carry some grains from village to town. The leftist movement on its picks so there was a heavy scarcity of manpower. I was in a difficult situation.
All of sudden Indal came to me and said, 'May I help you? '
I had no alternative, so I agreed to take his help. He said, 'I am going to town, take all the grain in my Jeep. I will drop them in your house. And If you think better, you come latter, enjoy the village and its life. After all you have come here after a long gap.''
Really I was in mood to enjoy my village. So I put down all the grain in his jeep and stayed in the village.
After a week when come back to town my mother asked me about the grain. For a little I did not understand her words, buy gradually I realized that I had been a fool, I had been cheated by Indal. Latter I came to know that at the same day he had sold my grain in a market. I was very angry but I could not do anything against him, after all he was a murder, a cruel murder.
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Latter I entered into a new world when I came to Delhi. I worked there as a journalist for different newspapers and electronic media. And whenever I came across the news that I peasant had committed suicide, I had no sympathy for it. Even it became a political issue in Andhra Pradesh and Chandra Babu Naidu lost his election.At that time the suicide rate in Andhra Pradesh was very high.
After years I left Delhi and came Mumbai.
Day before yesterday a call came from Delhi and I was informed that Indal had had committed suicide. He was the real representative of peasant world, more or less I see the same characteristics in all peasants. And at last I am very much thankful to Balzac, I love the deep rooted meaning in his words. He is great ! He is great! and he is great!

I will be in Axis Camp, Smoking with Churchill

I will be in Axis Camp, Smoking with Churchill

Mumbai is a smoking city and here smokers have their own strong points and somewhere they are convincing. Yesterday, I was sitting among some young chaps of corporate world. They were smoking continuously and I could tolerate it. When I said, you the people making Mumbai worst place!
One of them said emphatically, ''We smokers will rule the world. Do you know that Winston Churchill a great smoker so why he defeated the Nazi that was being lead by a non-smoker, Adolf Hitler.''
The second one attacked immediately, '' What do think about James Watt who found out the steam power? It was the smoke power. And today the base of modern civilization is nothing else but smoke and only smoke.''
I was highly surprised to listen such types logic behind smoking. I was wordless.
Having found me silent they started singing in favor of smoking.
''Imagine about the preliminary age, Life without wheel.men would live in the forest and would eat meats and other things. There was no civilization, no state, no rule, no tradition , no culture, no clothes nothing whatever you are seeing today around yourself, '' a young man, with taking 3x rums explored earlier era. He did not stop here but said loudly as if he was the Alexander the Great, '' Then men found out fire and before fire there was smoke. So even today, it is said that there is no fire without smoke. And with the discovery of fire everything changed, A new era began, an era of progress and, that is going on continuously. You see from train to plane, all are moving with the help of smoke. What you say ! Men have touched the Moon and now are trying to go to Mars. Do you know why? Only due to smoke.
I was very much surprised and impressed to listen his logic. And somewhere I believed that it is smoking that has lead the men to there glory.
Now I am considering to take up this smoking habit. Can any one help me to see the other side of the coin.If not certainly I will be in Axis Camp, the camp of Winston Churchill, a smoker. And would start smoking, feeling Churchill before me.

Alok nandan Sharama

psychological problem with "The Bourne Ultimatum."

psychological problem with "The Bourne Ultimatum."

One of my young friend came to me with a book The Bourne Ultimatum by Robert Ludlum. I had already read his earlier work The Bourne Identity, and of course it a fascinating one. So I requested him to give me the book and he was so kind to accept my request. I was glad to have this book, not knowing about the problem I had to face.
Every man under the sky has some habits, -the theory of habits can be explained in many ways- and I, too, have some habits. I cannot read a book without a pen or pencil in my hand and automatically it runs over the books. So why I prefer to buy book and read it as freely as I can. One thing I want to mention here I always buy books from Kabari. And I am very glad to say that I have read a lot good of books from kabari--from Aristotle to GB Shaw and Mario Puzo. And whenever I goes to kabari for books one of my friends always remove in my mind, ''Book and Wife must not be shared.'' Although I have some different ideas about books. A book should be used like a prostitute. Certainly it gives pleasure, mental pleasure, and this pleasure must be shared among those who are near and dear to you. Loving books collectively is not a immoral act.
Well, let me say my humble problem about the Bourne Ultimatum. When I sat to read it with a pen in my hands, a moral sense arose. My hand was trembling while my eyes were running over the words and sentences of the book. I was feeling a strong desire to use my pen but I could not do it as this book not my mine. The inner sense and habit contradicted to each other and I found myself in great problem, a psychological problem. I consulted one of my other friend with this problem. He quickly got my point and said better to ask that friend. If he allowed you to use your pen. Then I met that friend with my friend. He said that the book was not his. So would not allow to use pen. I requested for the pencil but he refused bluntly.
As I had read the David dialogue, '' We knew it would happen. It was merely a question of time, '' I could not leave it. It captured my mind But the psychological problem still remained. I was very much anxious and thought to consult a psychiatrist. But it was too costly so I had to leave the idea. For this money I could drink a bottle of Vodaka, I loved this Russian wine very much. I had finished all the Volume of Marks, Engles and Lenin, with Vokaka four years ago, of course using my pen over their words as all the books had been bought from kabari.
In spite of a deep thinking I could not come to any solution. It affected all my works. Then one of my friends suggested me to read the book with a copy and a pen during reading. In stead of overruling the words and sentences, write them down on the copy. Yes it sounded good. And I picked up the tactics and it worked soundly. Let me go show some words and sentence from my copy.
Station wagon, the hills of new Hampshire, the Messachusetts border, David, the second Name. archive security, He is marked now, he is a dead now. , Let me be the killer , you cannot be, Medusa, the bastard battalion from Vietnam, the Jungle of South East Asia, searching out and destroying whole segment of global economy, Pentagon etc.


A lot of questions arose in my mind about segment of global economy but I had no time to stop over it. I had to go….And now I am reading the Bourne Ultimatum as well as doing my all the day-to-day works. So let me go ahead with it and wait for more….I will come back very soon. If you help me to remove my psychological problem, I will be grateful…Otherwise I am trying my level best to change my reading habit.

Have a Good night