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While I sat in the reception area of my doctor's office, a woman rolled an elderly man in a wheelchair into the room. As she went to the receptionist's desk, the man sat there, alone and silent. Just as I was thinking I should make small talk with him, a little boy slipped off his mother's lap and walked over to the wheelchair. Placing his hand on the man's, he said, �I know how you feel. My Mom makes me ride in the stroller too.
As I was nursing my baby, my cousin's six-year-old daughter, Krissy, came into the room. Never having seen anyone breast feed before, she was intrigued and full of all kinds of questions about what I was doing. After mulling over my answers, she remarked, My mom has some of those, but I don't think she knows how to use them.
Out bicycling one day with my eight-year-old granddaughter, Carolyn, I got a little wistful. In ten years, I said, you'll want to be with your friends and you won't go walking, biking, and swimming with me like you do now.
Carolyn shrugged. In ten years you'll be too old to do all those things anyway.
Working as a pediatric nurse, I had the difficult assignment of giving immunization shots to children. One day, I entered the examining room to give four-year-old Lizzie her injection.
No, no, no! she screamed.
Lizzie, scolded her mother, "that's not polite behavior.
With that, the girl yelled even louder, No, thank you! No, thank you!"
On the way back from a Cub Scout meeting, my grandson innocently said to my son, Dad, I know babies come from mommies' tummies, but how do they get there in the first place?
After my son hemmed and hawed awhile, my grandson finally spoke up in disgust, You don't have to make up something, Dad. It's okay if you don't know the answer.
Just before I was deployed to Iraq , I sat my eight-year-old son down and broke the news to him. I'm going to be away for a long time, I told him. I'm going to Iraq .
Why? he asked. Don't you know there's a war going on over there?
Paul Newman founded the Hole in the Wall Gang Campfor children stricken with cancer, AIDS, and blood diseases. One afternoon, he and his wife, Joanne Woodward, stopped by to have lunch with the kids. A counselor at a nearby table, suspecting the young patients wouldn't know Newman was a famous movie star, explained, That's the man who made this camp possible. Maybe you've seen his picture on his salad dressing bottle? Blank stares.
Well, you've probably seen his face on his lemonade carton.
An eight-year-old girl perked up. How long was he missing?

And my personal favorite
God's Problem Now!
His wife's graveside service was just barely finished, when there was a massive clap of thunder, followed by a tremendous bolt of lightning, accompanied by even more thunder rumbling in the distance. The little, old man looked at the pastor and calmly said, "Well, she's there."

Keep a SMILE on your face ~

And a SONG in your heart!
A smile - is a sign of joy.
A hug - is a sign of love.
A laugh - is a sign of happiness.
And a friend like me? - Well that's just a sign of good taste!
We'll be friends until I am senile.
Then we'll be NEW friends!

*********BREAKING NEWS*********


Quirky News rcvd: 5/26/13-- The world's largest LEGO model was unveiled in NYC. The 23-ton "Star Wars " X-Wing was built with more than 5 million bricks and a LOT of Force!

Bob Gilbert Column (615 Words)
For Monday, May 27, 2013

America observes Memorial Day to remember those who died for the nation during wartime.

The day was officially proclaimed by Gen. John Logan on May 5, 1868, when flowers were placed on graves of Union and Confederate soldiers at Arlington National Cemetery.

Rather than spend the weekend watching a plethora of sports events on television, I focused instead of athletes who gave up their careers and died in the military service of their country.

There were too many to list, but here are a few.

Pat Tillman, who played football for Arizona State and the Arizona Cardinals, gave up a 3.6 million NFL contract enlisted in the Army Rangers after the 9/11 terrorist attacks. He was killed by friendly fire in Afghanistan in 2004, leaving a wife and children.

Jack Lummus, who played for the NFL New York Giants, enlisted in the Marine Corps in 1942 and was killed on Iwo Jima.

Eddie Grant, who gave up his major league baseball career and joined the Army in World War I, was killed in the Argonne Forest in France in 1918 while searching for the famous “Lost Battalion.”

Former Michigan baseball, football and track star Elmer Gedeon was drafted for World War II, became a bomber pilot and died when his plane was shot down in France in 1944.

Bob Neighbors, a St. Louis Browns shortstop, enlisted in the Army early in World War II, then fought in the Korean War. On a mission in 1952, he reported his plane was hit and he was bailing out. His body was never found.

Bob Kalsu, starting offensive guard and NFL rookie of the year for the 1968 Buffalo Bills, was killed in the 1965 Vietnam battle in the A Shau Valley.

Foy Draper, who with Jesse Owens and two relay teammates won a gold medal in the 1936 Berlin Olympics, was shot down during a bombing mission in North Africa in 1943. He is buried in the American cemetery in Tunisia.

Harry O’Neill, who played for the Philadelphia Athletics in 1939, was killed during the battle of Iwo Jima.

Al Biozis, defensive tackle for the NFL New York Giants, was killed in 1945 while searching for two buddies who had not returned from scouting enemy lines in France.

Olympic runner Charles Paddock, who won two gold medals and one silver in the 1920 games, served in the Marines during World War II and was killed in a plane crash near Sitka, Alaska, in 1943.

Leonard Supulski, who played for the NFL Philadelphia Eagles, enlisted in the Army Air Corps and became a pilot. He and seven other crewmen died in a B-17 crash in 1943.

Don Holleder, an All-America end at Army in 1954 (he was moved to quarterback the next year), was a major in 1967 when he requested duty in Vietnam and was killed while trying to rescue a unit under siege. He left behind a wife and four children.

During World War II, 21 NFL players serving in the military lost their lives.

Among the many thousands of athletes who served during the nation’s wars and survived -- were baseball greats Bob Feller, Warren Spahn, Ted Williams, Yogi Berra, and former Tennessee Vols Dick Huffman and Walt Slater.

Huffman, a World War II Marine, was seriously wounded during the battle of Saipan but recovered and was an All-America tackle on Tennessee’s 1946 football team.

Slater’s plane was shot down during World War II, and he was interred for a year in neutral Sweden.

The real sports heroes aren’t those with .350 batting averages, 20-win seasons or who pass for 4,000 yards, they’re the ones who gave up the glory of sports to defend their country.


Columnist Bob Gilbert -- former Associated Press writer, retired University of Tennessee news director and author of the Bob Neyland biography -- can be reached at


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Favorite Song ... Pompeii - basitille
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Biggest Fear ... things being out of place
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A hardworking female executive dies and meets St. Peter at the pearly gates and he says, "You've shown an outstanding aptitude for making business decisions. Choose whether you will go to heaven or to hell."
"I don't know!" she flounders.
"Tell you what," St. Peter says, "You can have 24 hours in heaven and 24 hours in hell. Then you have to decide where to spend eternity."
"Okay then," she says. "I'll start with heaven since I'm here already."
She goes in the pearly gates and makes some acquaintances. They have a nice walk among beautiful gardens. They have a nice quiet lunch. They have a nice stroll along a pristine, white, sandy beach looking out on brilliant blue ocean. At the end of the day she is shown to a nice room, and has a quiet meal on the balcony, looking out over the setting sun and the ocean. She marvels at the scenic beauty of heaven.
The next morning, St. Peter takes her to the fiery gates of hell and hands her off to Satan.
Satan takes her to a power breakfast given in her honor. Then she is escorted to a tennis club where she is greeted by her old boss, some co-workers, and previous business acquaintances. She plays a few sets of tennis and catches up on the gossip. At lunchtime her old boss takes her to a gourmet restaurant and she has an excellent meal with vintage wine.
After lunch he takes her to an exclusive golf course and they play 18 holes of golf. She runs into other business acquaintances and catches up on news and gossip.
After golf, he drops her at a spa where she is pampered and spoiled by beauty and body treatments. When she is finished at the spa, an acquaintance takes her shopping at designer stores. She picks out a fabulous evening gown, and Satan himself takes her to a huge party with drinking, dancing, gourmet food, and famous people.
At the end of the evening, a stretch limo drops her off at a five-star hotel. As she soaks in the Jacuzzi tub, and sips the complimentary champagne, she ponders eternity.
The next morning, she meets St. Peter at the pearly gates.
"Well, have you made your decision?" He asks.
"I've decided on hell," she announces.
"So be it." St Peter waves goodbye and she reappears before the fiery gates of hell.
Once inside she is teamed up with her old boss again, only this time everyone is wearing rags. They are filthy, diseased, malnourished, and living in a barren desert. They have to scrounge for food, water, clothing, even shade.
"What happened!?!" She exclaimed.
"Well," said her boss, "Yesterday you were a recruit. Today you are staff."

God is nowhere in sight

Team Derry delivered One amazing Big Weekend Sinn Féin Foyle MLA Raymond McCartney said"It was a fantastic weekend for Derry to have such an international star studded music festival on the banks of the Foyle.

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Chapter 15

The Confession of Ivan the Painter

Ivan was muttering as he fell on his knees, and he carried on mumbling for some time. He found it hard to speak about his past, but finally he managed to get started.
"I lied. I lied to everyone, but honestly, I did really get the title of Hero of the U.S.S.R.," he said, his chin trembling. "I never captured any German officer, I just worked in a Soviet concentration camp as a painter, and do you know what? I used blood instead of pigments. Yes, yes, real blood." He sighed and continued.
“I would cut the artery of one of the German soldiers and dip my brush in the blood. Mostly, I painted posters and portraits of the Communist leaders. At the beginning I found it fiendishly difficult, but slowly I got used to it, and later on it even gave me a kind of pleasure. It was there that I first got addicted to the color red.” He made these statements and started sobbing.
"Calm down," said Father Zakaria. “I know that you weren't born a killer. Come on tell me something about your childhood.”
Ivan felt slightly calmer and went on speaking without much emotion: "My real name is Volodya Lukashov, and I was born in the Crimea. It might seem hard to believe, but my dad was a priest in a very small village, and my mom was a wonderful woman. She belonged to a noble family." As he spoke he took an old but well-preserved photograph out of his pocket.
“I was their only son. I hardly remember my father. I was a child when the Bolsheviks shot and killed him. After that, my mother gave all her attention to bringing me up properly. When my family was denounced as Kulaks, the revolutionaries actually took everything it was possible to take, but my mother managed to keep some jewelry so she would have enough money for my education. She was a teacher of Russian literature at school, but after she was branded a Kulak's wife, she was fired. Later on she worked as a kitchen porter and a house cleaner. If we needed money, she would sell one of her family jewels with the help of one of the pawnbrokers.
“An old artist named Uncle Vadim lived in our neighborhood. The only thing he managed to save was a brush and a palette of pigments. He taught me the basics of painting. As time passed I got to be pretty good at making pigments from plants. The old man was as happy as a child when he saw my work. ‘It's a real symphony of colors,’ he used to say, adding, ‘He will become a great artist,’ to let my mother know.
“I finished high school with honors, then the war started. As soon as I was eighteen, I was sent to the war. This was terrible for me because as a child, I was so squeamish that I couldn't even step on an ant. I even found it hard to eat meat. But I had no choice. On the third day I was seriously wounded. A grenade exploded, and my shoulders and legs were filled with shrapnel. I spent three months in the hospital thanking God for saving me, then I was sent back to a unit supplying the front lines with produce. Once I was given the rather difficult task of carrying flour to Leningrad, which was under siege. There was only one way to reach the city, but unfortunately we couldn't make it. The German air force dropped bombs on us relentlessly, and their artillery did its job well, too. Almost all our heavy equipment was destroyed, and almost all the men were lost. Only three of us survived. By a miracle and some amazing bravery on the part of our comrades, we were moved from the battlefield. Soon our regiment was supplied with new equipment and a new force of men.
“One day I came across a pen, found a small sheet of paper, and drew a tank. Our commander happened to see the picture and liked it a lot. ‘You seem to be a real artist,’ he said. So after that they drove me out to one of the prisoner-of-war camps, where it turned out that they needed a painter.
“Meanwhile I had news that our house had been bombed and that they couldn't remove my mother’s body from the ruins. I still can't get used to that fact that all my dreams, my past, the days of my childhood—both bitter and sweet–were buried with my mother in the ruins of our house.
“My horrible grief was magnified by the cruelty I saw in the prisoner-of-war camp. No one felt sorry for the captives, saying that they were just Germans. They burned their hair, stuffed sulfur in their nostrils and exploded them, beat them to death. The prisoners were so skinny that they looked like skeletons walking around. If there was news that the Germans had taken one of the towns, German prisoners were brought out and shot mercilessly. Then they would skin them, paring the flesh from the bones, sorting it, freezing it in some huge freezers, and sending it somewhere. They say it was used for tinned rations, but I still don't believe it. The bones were dried in a huge room. It was really unbearable for me. I was boiling in hell, in a real hell.
“The commander of the camp, Dima Medved, was especially notorious for his extreme cruelty. Any tiny reason at all was enough to shoot and kill a prisoner. Medved didn't like me from the beginning. Once he accused me of being a Fascist. ‘Why do you treat the captives so well? Kill them, burn them, beat them!’ he used to say. Once, all of a sudden, he woke me up at midnight and, shouting and pushing, he ordered me to follow him and bring some brushes with me. As he was leading me to a dark room, he grabbed one of the poor German soldiers and pulled him along. He spoke in an evil tone of voice: ‘These guys killed my mother and sister, now I am going to execute them,’ Then he moved his head aside in a way so that I could see the soldier's throat. I saw a main artery beating underneath his scrawny jaw.
“‘Take this razor and cut it,’ he said. I felt sorry for the soldier and refused to carry out the order. Hearing this, Medved took his gun and pressed it against my forehead. I was spellbound for an instant. I thought that it was better to die rather then live like this, but it turned out to be too frightening to look into the eyes of death. The feeling that I could die in mere seconds made my legs shake. I looked at the poor soldier, whose life was much worse than dying; his eyes begged me not to kill him. He must have had the same feelings as I had, but even worse. I had a chance to survive, he didn't. Once again I tried to resist, but it didn’t work. I was looking at the commander's finger slowly pressing the trigger. Then I couldn't stand it. I was a coward. I took the knife and cut the prisoner's throat. The blood burst like a fountain from the artery. The frenzied commander shouted at me to get a brush. Then he forced me to put the brush into the blood and to do a drawing of ‘Mother Russia.’ It was my first artwork painted with blood.
“The soldier did not die right away; he stayed on his feet for a few minutes, trying to cover the wound with his hands. He was gazing at some point in the air, wheezing something in his language. Then he fainted and fell down, struggling in the puddle of his own blood. Later, he jerked his legs several times, started shaking, and died.
“That night turned out to be dreadful for me. I couldn't sleep. I felt sick. I imagined the horrified and helpless eyes of the German soldier again and again. I smelled the blood. Medved seemed to like the experiment, and after two days he forced me to do the same horrible procedure again. After that every week we used to cut a German soldier to get the ‘ink,’ as Medved called the fresh blood. Soon I turned into Medved myself. I started to enjoy looking at German soldiers struggling in their own blood. I rolled and laughed in a frenzy, just like Medved.
“Once, while Medved was away on official business, I remember feeling that I could hardly stand two weeks without killing someone. I grabbed a German soldier by his hair, cut his throat, and carried on with my job. I thought that when Medved returned from his trip, he would punish me for it, but it worked the other way around. He approved and encouraged me to carry on like that, promoting me to the rank of supervisor. He called me one of his best ‘students.’ Soon a brand new idea occurred to Medved. He tied one of the scrawny German soldiers to a tree and used a syringe to take blood from his veins. We started painting. We found that the soldiers could live for three days, three days of torture. It was summer, the flies would swarm on their wounds, and they would start to rot while they were still alive. This method proved to be very useful. We saved so much blood. After that we had more than enough blood. We started to call the captives ‘inkpots.’
“I have no clue who told the Kremlin what we were up to, but a strange thing happened. Colonel Medved was promoted to General and was awarded the title of Hero of the U.S.S.R. Later, we got a strictly confidential letter from the Kremlin. Despite the fierce battles, Moscow was preparing for a celebration, and the officials wanted a whole set of portraits of the Communist leaders painted using German blood. We only had one thousand German soldiers in the camp, and that wasn’t going to be enough, so we carried on using other convicts. Around two thousand Soviet soldiers were also in the camp. They were unlucky enough to know a few words of German, so they had been ordered to get dressed in German uniforms and attack Baltic, Russian, and Ukrainian villages. They were ordered to kill children in front of their parents, and to rape girls and women in front of their husbands and fathers. All this was in order to provoke more loathing against Germans. Those who didn't comply with the orders were shot dead. This way they inspired the guerrilla movement, but they themselves were expendable.
“They spoke to me in my native language, begging me not to kill them, but Medved would answer, ‘You were killing your countrymen, weren't you?’ Then he would tie them to a pillar, laughing sardonically. He used to pull out the tongues of those who spoke too much. Some of the victims gave me the addresses of their families before they died, so I could let them know that they were dead. They hoped that their families would start a new life and wouldn't spend all their lives waiting and mourning for them. But Medved always observed me carefully. Several times he frisked my pockets, and when he found notes, he kicked me so hard that he almost broke all my ribs. He put lighter fluid on my left palm and lit it, burning all the notes. My hands were badly bruised and burned, but he still forced me to paint continuously.
“It was impossible to take blood from thousands of people using syringes, so what they did was to call in experienced butchers from the front lines. They cut the heads of the captives off near some huge pots and hung their bodies up to bleed out, adding some kind of acid to the pots to prevent the blood from clotting. We painted with huge brushes. Five other painters helped me, and it took us two months to paint five hundred pictures and twenty thousand posters. When we were finished painting, they took the dried bones to the mill, ground them, and mixed them with liquid to make a kind of plaster. I was supposed to use this to make busts of Lenin and Stalin. I worked day and night to finish them in time. When everything was done, they told us that we should be present for the celebration. We were sent together with the busts in a huge truck.
“The Germans were bombing us fiercely, but it looked like we had very good defenses from our infantry and artillery, so we arrived in Moscow on time. We had to stay in one of the garages and eat dry food for three days. Some people who saw the artworks would come and kneel in front of the portraits of the Soviet leaders, staring at them for hours. On the third day they ordered us to get dressed in special clothes. The cars were decorated, and the busts were placed on top of the one we rode in. Lots of heavy military vehicles paraded through Red Square, and finally our turn came. When we got closer to the platform, we saw that the smiling leader had a tiny October girl in his arms. Suddenly a stocky Georgian-looking man came to him and handed him binoculars. The leader took them in his hands and handed the little girl to the man, telling him something and smiling. Then he looked through the binoculars trying to find us. He smiled at us warmly and waved his hand several times to the six of us. You can't imagine how happy I was then. I was ready to slaughter millions of people, suck their blood, and stick the leaders’ portraits onto every building just to see that smile of his.
“When the war was over, a secret exhibition was held in Königsburg. As it turned out there were twelve more painters like us in the different prisoner-of-war camps, while the Germans had only three. We were on top of the world. The leader himself shook our hands. A remarkably powerful energy could be felt from his hand. I almost fainted when they announced that we were awarded the title of Heroes of the U.S.S.R. He opened the bag, took a golden star out for each of us, and awarded us our decorations.”
Ivan had not shown that medal to a single soul until that day. The ends of the golden starburst were reflecting the rays of the sun as he continued. “We pinned those onto our chests and walked proudly through the streets of Moscow. We were treated with great respect; we were allowed to buy things in the shops without standing in line, and we could buy five times as much bread as ordinary people. But horrible things started happening. Ten of my colleagues died in a two-week period. All of them had car accidents in different parts of the city. And General Medved was found in a hotel room with his head cut off. At that point I guessed that they wanted to get rid of us. That very night I left Moscow and set out for parts unknown. I hid during the daytime, and I traveled in the backs of trucks at night. It was too dangerous to use trains; the secret police were desperately seeking suspicious people—me, of course, among them. But I was lucky. One night a freight train loaded with bags of flour stopped at the station. I moved stealthily out of the ruins, crept into one of the cars, and carefully climbed onto the flour bags. I moved some of the bags aside and got down among them. I traveled like that for two weeks. I ate only flour. Four times I crept from the car to get some water to help digest the dough. But the dough soon filled up my guts, and the stomach pain almost killed me. Luckily, I managed to recover. Gradually my stomach got used to it, and slowly the pain went away.
“After several days I realized that the train had brought me to a foreign country. I couldn't understand the people, who were speaking in a kind of funny language. One night the train stopped at a big city station: Tbilisi, the capital of Georgia. I was waiting for nighttime to get off, but as the sun went down, trucks arrived to pick up the flour bags being unloaded from the freight car. I managed to climb onto one of the trucks. In the back of the truck, over to one side, there was an empty place. So I climbed into it and traveled for a few hours like that. I felt incredibly warm toward those flour bags: they had saved me. So, stuck in the flour, I traveled to this village. And since that day I have felt a special affection for flour and bread. I felt as though I had learned the language of the grains of wheat, and the golden rustle of the straw had pushed me closer to a magic world.
“To stay out of sight I crawled three kilometers through the wheat field, and what I did first was to peer into this church. I didn't know you then, but your virtuous look gave me a ray of hope. You must have been about thirty-five years old then. You fed me first, and then you gave me your own bed. We couldn't understand each other. Then, I remember, you sent someone to go get Constantine, the teacher who was nicknamed Tsikha. That day I lied for the first time in my life. I made up a story about a German soldier I had captured. I introduced myself as Ivan Petushkov, and I was enveloped in the warmth of your attention and respect.
“However, the past wouldn't leave me alone, even for a minute. I still have nightmares about the German soldiers I tortured. Huge pots are filled with their blood, and then another nightmare comes: Medved and I are in that blood up to our necks, asking for help and trying to swim toward the edge. We swallow a lot of blood. Once we reach the edges, we try to climb up but we can’t. We climb on each other and are about to sink. The parents of the dead soldiers look at us from above. They laugh cruelly as they show us pictures of their dead sons. Then the Communist leader comes in carrying a huge lid in his blood-covered hands. He puts his hands in the pot and stirs, making us spin around. Then he covers the pot with that huge lid. Complete darkness falls, and I wake up startled. Several times these nightmares have almost driven me to suicide, but some mysterious feeling would stop me. I lost all hope, and I felt that God would never forgive me for such horrible sins. But now, after so many years, this confession has somehow given me a feeling of relief.” He finished and burst into tears like a child.
Father Zakaria listened to him very attentively. Then he laid his hand on Ivan’s shoulder and said, "I'll call you Ivan as I always did, and I will tell you that the sins human beings commit are terrible, but the love of God is infinite. There is no sin that won’t be forgiven after honest repentance. Remember the words that Christ used to encourage people, remember the criminal who was crucified next to Christ. Once they repented, Christ forgave everyone and relieved them from their sins. Christ told us to show the results of confession. This means that we should completely change ourselves afterwards, that we should do kind deeds instead of evil ones, that we should replace hate and loathing with love. The writings of many saints say that love itself is God.
“But, unfortunately, a human being finds it fiendishly difficult to give up bad habits like drugs and alcohol, this is how human bodies fall back into dissipation, stealing, killing, or something else. These sins result in death, says Christ. So, when evil tries to drag us back into the muck of death by using pain and bad ideas, just think about the torture Christ went through for us, and believe me that our pain will disappear. My dear Ivan, until today you were the fig tree that was barren, and death had a hatchet ready to cut you down. But today you have an almighty protector in the person of God. I believe that God and the church gained a faithful friend in you. From today forward we will all be praying to strengthen the love of Jesus Christ and the unity of Christians throughout the world. Prayer is a weapon; it makes whole legions of devils shake in fear of it. So a human being should always pray as much as possible. Our lives will burst like soap bubbles, but in Christ we live forever.
“This is the way it works.”

Chapter 16
A Stalinist Stalwart

My dear readers, I'd like to beg your attention for a brief interruption and tell you the story of what happened to the little October girl from the celebration in Red Square.
This little October girl grew into an infamous Stalinist, Zoya Romantseva. After the day Stalin held her on his knee, every door was held wide open for her. First, she formed a Stalin Circle at school, where the best pupils competed by writing poems and painting portraits of the leader. People even brought sick friends and relatives to her, believing that if she touched them they would be cured. (Surprisingly, many fanatical believers in Stalin did recover from their diseases.)
After leaving school Zoya entered the university and continued to lead the group devoted to Stalin. At their meetings, the members of the group would kneel in front of Stalin’s picture and swear an oath that they would remain his loyal soldiers for the rest of their lives. Later on, branches of this organization were opened in every single college throughout the U.S.S.R. Every branch had an emblem displaying the smiling leader with a tiny girl on his knee.
But inevitably, fate’s bell tolled, and the physical existence of the Soviet leader came to an end. Zoya herself almost died when it happened. Two days she was unconscious, and doctors had to work hard to bring her back to her senses. All this was followed by the Khrushchev era. Zoya was ordered to condemn the leader in public, but she spat in the face of the person issuing the order. She was arrested and accused of being the agent of foreign intelligence services and a traitor to the country. To get a confession from Zoya, she was tortured, but they couldn't manage to break her. She was sentenced to capital punishment, but because she was a woman, the sentence was commuted to fifteen years in jail. She remained defiant throughout. When some Stalinists from Tbilisi held a rally to support the leader’s memory, she called on them to go ahead, to not be afraid of the bullets, and to remain loyal to the leader forever.
Meanwhile times changed again. Khrushchev's reign turned out to be quite short, so she was released from prison. Thirty years had passed since the leader had patted her head. The Stalinist underground organization summoned a congress, "Stalin Is Alive," in his birthplace, the town of Gori. Of course they invited Zoya. All the participants of the congress dressed in tunics and grew thick moustaches just like Stalin’s. Zoya was chosen to be the leader of the organization. Passionate Stalinists visited the museum of Stalin’s home, and they knelt in front of a hidden statue of him and swore to transmit his immortal ideas unaltered to the next generation.
The bronze statue of the leader showed him sitting in his armchair smiling. To please Zoya, a little girl was put on the leader’s knees. The people clapped, but the little girl was too frightened to do anything but hold on to the leader's arm. To the Stalinists it looked as if the leader had put his warm arms around the girl; the room was filled with exclamations of joy and surprise. Tears of happiness ran from Zoya’s eyes. Everything would have finished well--the little girl finally got used to being on the monument and didn't even want to come down--if it hadn’t been for one of the moustachioed Stalinists crying, "That's enough, you lousy little bugger. Just come down. You've bothered 'uncle Stalin' too much already."
Those few words that the leader had whispered in a foreign language to the Georgian-looking man thirty years earlier floated up from Zoya’s memory. She asked in broken Georgian, "What does it mean, ‘Take this lousy bugger off of me?’ The Georgians explained politely what the words meant. When she learned their true meaning, she burst into tears and became hysterical. All of a sudden she rushed from the house, picked up a huge rock, ran to the Stalin Museum, and smashed all the windows.
Zoya's supporters were confused; they thought that too much happiness had made this woman--who had survived torture in prison--go off her head. They restrained her and took her to a psychiatrist. When the poor woman saw the doctor's moustache, she almost went mad, but since she was tightly straitjacketed, the only thing she managed to do was to bite herself. The psychiatrist diagnosed her as having "seasonal schizophrenia." In studies conducted by medical experts, this pathology came to be known as Gori Syndrome.
After a few days Zoya recovered enough to be released from the psychiatric hospital. She went directly to the airport and took a plane to Moscow. She rushed into her flat and destroyed everything connected with the leader. Later on she disappeared completely. Still, when hard-core Stalinists talk about devoted Stalin followers, they always mention Zoya Romantseva.

Chapter 17

Something Strange Was Going On

Kible Zviadadze and Mikho Mkhedrishvili greeted each other politely as they entered the church, in spite of the fact that were not on good terms. Each tried to let the other go in first, and they couldn’t proceed. They stepped forward together at exactly the same time and stuck in the church door for a minute. Finally they got through and went into the tranquility of the church. Then they stepped away from each other and sat down calmly in front of Father Zakaria. Neither of them dared to start a conversation; they looked at each other with painful feelings of guilt and shame. At last Kible broke the silence and addressed the priest.
“I am guilty in everything, especially when I disobeyed my father’s last wish and built a stone fence between my estate and Mikho’s. That day everything started going wrong, not just for us, but for the whole country.” He was going to go on but Mikho didn't let him.
“It's got nothing to do with him,” interrupted Mikho. “I’m the one who put the fence posts on the border, and I am the guilty person, not him.” They carried on, talking over each other like children. They listed their offenses: how one of them set a wolf trap for the other, how the latter tried to shoot the former, how their wives tried to get rid of the traces of milk nursed by each other’s sons, how they set the fire, and how they tried to cast a spell on each other’s families. They enumerated every detail of the dispute.
At last they both started crying and embraced each other. Lali and Mzevinar followed suit, and they all embraced. The village priest blessed the reconciled families. He told them that disrespect for their parents was a serious sin and that he was very happy that they had understood and confessed their wrongdoings. He added that if they believed that the reason for the misunderstanding was a fence between their estates, they should destroy the fence as soon as possible, just like the Berlin wall was pulled down. Father Zakaria also said that the whole world was striving for unity, and it would be much better if they could manage to remove all the fences in the village. Mikho and Kible went out from the church hand in hand, enthusiastic about carrying out Father Zakaria’s ideas.
Father Zakaria asked the villagers to bring Durmishkhan into the church. It was not hard to find him When all the villagers had moved toward the church, he had followed them and was now sitting in the shade of the tree nearby, asleep with his head on his dog’s soft back.
Delightedly, Durmishkhan followed the crowd to the church. Father Zakaria touched him with his hand. The priest’s eyes teared up, and he said a long prayer silently. Durmishkhan’s senses came back to him, and Tedo’s body uncurled and was healed. Their pasts, full of sins, were completely forgotten. Others, awakened from their long sleep in the soil of sin, tried to grab Durmishkhan's body like an emergency buoy. Tedo Kibrotsashvili embraced his friend like a shipwrecked captain does to the wheel of his ship and brought him to land.
Meanwhile, the whole village followed Mikho and Kible as they destroyed the fences in between their estates and built thones instead. Then they fired those thones up, and Father Zakaria decided to hold communion for everyone.
This is how it began.
The neighboring villages wanted to emulate our village, so Father Zakaria sent our villagers to different parts of Georgia. Then all of Georgia started destroying walls and building thones. Everywhere, the borders between estates disappeared, and thones were erected instead. Soon the checkpoints between countries began to disappear, and enormous thones were built as reverse Towers of Babel. As all the thones were heating up, Father Zakaria knelt, put his hand on the holy bread and a silver bowl full of wine and prayed: "Oh, Lord, please bless this bread of unification of the world, this is your body destroyed on Golgotha cross." Then he took the bowl full of wine and said, "This is the blood of the Lord shed for us. Oh, Lord let us deserve this holy communion."
Consecrated bread and wine were distributed to everyone. The Holy Spirit was getting into people, their consciences multiplied tenfold, and on their knees they begged for forgiveness, heartily repenting their sins and sharing the bread and wine of forgiveness. The ill and weak were cured. The blind got their vision back. Witnessing all this, the people wept, and flowers came up where their tears had fallen. Bees swarmed to the new flowers. There was no need for beehives; they flew into the houses and made honey and wax on the empty shelves and in the cellars.
While this was going on in the village, the black banders were destroying their weapons with huge stones, sobbing as they tore their bloody clothes. So full of sin, they were surprised when they were given bread and wine. They devoured the bread they were given and the bell of repentance rang in their hearts too. Lovely Eka went back to her aunt’s hut, and she confessed her sins in front of her pot-bellied husband. As a sign that he forgave her, he filled the horn Erekle had given her with wine and offered it to her.
Jibo hung his head as he traveled through the very place where he had forced Badur and Makhare to carry a bag of flour as it emptied itself out through the bullet holes. You could still see the trail of flour they had left, but birds didn't peck at this flour. He regretted what he had done, and a tear ran down his face. As he reached Ingiri, Badur and Makhare met him. He couldn’t meet their eyes, even as he handed them the holy bread. They embraced him with tears in their eyes. Two people approached the three young men and fell on their knees, kissing their feet, and begging them for forgiveness. At first the three were confused, but soon one of the two men made everything clear. "I am the guard of the Sukhumi-Tbilisi train. And this is my friend who was getting ready for his daughter's wedding party and was going to get some wine from town. In fact, it was all lies. We had a well-thought-out plan to rob you that day. Now we are suffering because of that bad deed.” Badur and Makhare helped them to stand up, shared the wine and bread with them, and warmly embraced them. After that the friends made for the town of Zugdidi.
There were wonderful flowers along their way. Especially beautiful flowers sprouted up along the line where the flour had spilled out of the torn flour bag. As the two young men finally returned to our village, they first approached their mothers and saw Lali and Mzevinar talking warmly to each other. When they saw the boys coming, the women felt the milk coming back to their breasts. The miraculous wine and bread turned Jibo and Badur back into infants again. Badur started to nurse from Jibo's mother's breasts and Jibo did so with Badur's mother.
In the hospital Todia and his daughters were waiting for his wife to give birth. There, in the yard of the hospital, the father was dreaming about a son as he was handed holy wine and bread. Todia knelt and ate his share of bread, then asked God for a son. He drank the wine and kissed all of his skinny daughters. Suddenly Todia saw that their dresses had turned into flowers and colorful butterflies that started flying around the hospital. Todia’s worn-out jacket sprouted flowers, too. In that very moment the midwife called out that the Gvinepadzes had a son as beautiful as a flower.
"A son! A son!" Todia shouted. He jumped up and danced around, kissing everything, and making his girls’ cheeks red with his embraces. Then, unaccountably, he turned quiet and sad, remembering that although he had promised to buy the most beautiful cradle if he had a son, he didn't have a penny, nor did he know a carpenter who could make his dream cradle. But around us miracles followed other miracles, and Todia was not disappointed.
That morning Bazaleti Lake was strangely disturbed. A rainbow spread over the lake, and suddenly a mysterious hand rose up, holding a golden cradle. The hand gently set the cradle on the shoreline, as if it were the sun coming up in the morning. The cradle rose up into the sky, ascending so far that it sent its shimmering rays to all of Georgia, and then, as the whole country watched, it moved smoothly toward our hospital.
Adolph Mamulia was jumping up and down like a child shouting, "Yes, yes we've got it! The golden cradle sunk deep in Bazaleti Lake has returned to us, and the strength and power of ancient Georgia comes with it. From today forward Georgian mothers will dry their tears.” No one believed it; they thought it was just a myth or legend.
As the golden cradle approached the hospital, a strange force lifted Todia's newborn son up. The confused doctors and midwives tried to catch the child, grabbling his arms and legs, but Todia's son, Tsotne, flew out of the hospital window like an angel and smoothly floated into the cradle. Then the cradle descended with the infant to his mother, who was filled with joy as she held Tsotne to her breast. When he’d had enough, the golden cradle flew up again. The cradle ascended so high that it looked like the sun. From that day on there was no more night in the world. When the sun was shining on half of the Earth, the golden cradle sent amazingly bright rays to the other side. The hope of Georgia was nurtured in this cradle.
I took advantage of the fact that the people were busy, and I silently climbed down from the attic of the church and made for Tbilisi straight away. I used shortcuts through a neighboring village so I would not meet anyone who knew me. I hid in a field until the bus came. I was exhausted, and I had not slept, but I think I was suffering much more from pangs of remorse over hearing the confessions. I just wanted to sit down at my desk and write down everything I'd heard. The bus came on time, and I slept all the way to Tbilisi.
As soon as I arrived, I rushed into my room, bolted the door, and started writing. Time passed, but I kept writing, leaving my room only when it was necessary. It was hours later when I realized that something very odd was going on around me. I noticed that on the windowsills and walls there were flowers of many different colors. I looked out of the window, and I saw people in the streets embracing each other and sharing holy bread and wine.
Like a madman, I rushed out to the street. I wanted to take part in the communion, too, but I was invisible, and nobody noticed me. "Perhaps I'm late," I thought, and I left to go back to the village immediately. I wanted to fall on my knees in front of Father Zakaria and ask him to forgive me. There were lots of flowers in the yard. I walked forward carefully, trying not to step on them. I popped into the bakery and bought a bag of flour. There were flowers on the bag as well. The shop assistants looked surprised to see them. I put the bag in the trunk of a taxi and went to the bus station, but I couldn't find the right bus to get to the village.
At last, I found it; I had overlooked it because it was covered with blossoms. Inside there was a scent of snowdrops, daisies, and roses. Flowers were everywhere, on the seats, roof, tires, even the floor. As we left the city, all the roads, the woods, and the buildings were covered with flowers. I saw hundreds of butterflies flying on the breeze and performing a stunning ballet in the air. The bus was running on the road of flowers as if it was flying through a wonderful garden. When I got closer to the village, the mystery deepened. The bus stopped at the village bus stop, and I got off.
On the door of the village club-house, I noticed a poster advertising a film to be shown. This poster was not painted in red; it was written with letters formed from beautiful flowers, and it said "The Way of Flour." In any other instance it might seem funny to have such an incorrect translation of Tolstoy's title, but in this case I think Tsikha had it right: I think that grief and torment were far from our thoughts, and he didn't want to remind people of them again.
I made for Father Zakaria's cell. The village church was immersed in gorgeous flowers. Around it there were many repentant servants of God, all of them with an amazing tranquility in their eyes. Everyone but me had confessed their sins. I looked for Father Zakaria. I thought he would be in his cell, but he wasn't. The silence of the communion was broken when I shouted, "I'm the only person in the world who couldn’t manage to do it!” The people were seriously troubled when they heard me shouting. I told them, "Look at my clothes, the flowers haven't come out. I brought you flour, the soul of the bread," but it was too late already. The crowd gathered near Father Zakaria, and he addressed them:
“My brothers and sisters, parents and children, I served our Lord, our life and hope, Jesus Christ, as well as I could. If I did something kind you should thank God for it as long as he inspired me to do so. If I failed to do something for you, please forgive me. I think I could have done much more for you than I managed to.”
Then he raised his hands toward the sky and said, "Holy Trinity, now is the time when I have to leave the universe. As I leave this life and come to your knees asking for forgiveness, I want you to take care of my people. Shelter them under your wing, and keep them safe from danger.”
To the people he said, “Don’t forget, the chance to survive comes only once, and death and transformation are the most real companions of a human being. Look at my hands. I'm leaving this world without anything, just like I was born. Love each other, as our Lord loves all of us. Forgive each other as God has done for each of us, serve each other as our Lord serves us.”
Then Father Zakaria crossed himself and went back to his cell, as the people sobbed. The sun had hardly set in the west when the golden cradle rose from the east. At that moment a flying carpet covered with flowers brought a very elderly woman from far away. When it approached, people stared with surprise. It was not a saint, as many believed; rather it was devoted Stalinist Zoya Romantseva. That fatal day, when she was told the true meaning of Stalin’s words, made her mind clear. She left her active life in Moscow and retreated to a church in a remote Russian village, where numerous miracles have been seen by the church people. A few days earlier they had noticed a strange luminosity that replaced the sun; when it came closer they could see that it was a cradle holding a smiling black-eyed boy. The residents went out to see this miracle. All of them knelt in front of the church, and their hearts were filled with remorse. Then they, too, returned to their homes, destroyed the walls between their estates, and erected unity thones. Like our village, the wine and bread went from hand to hand there.
The next morning, when the sun started rising and the cradle went to the other hemisphere, a gorgeous column of flowers came down from the heart of the sun and stopped just in front of Father Zakaria's cell. The frightened people fell on their knees. Suddenly the door opened and an odd shape covered with flowers came out. It had a flower cross on top of it. No one knew what it was, but when they observed the thing closely, they saw that it was Father Zakaria's donkey. There were flowers around its legs, ears, tail, and eyes, and the floral cross was Father Zakaria himself, carrying loads of flowers and handing them to people. Then he followed the path of flowers toward the heart of the sun.
The flowers that Father Zakaria left had an odd shape. When people looked at them properly they could see letters on them. He even remembered me, and I was handed a letter covered with flowers, along with a flag of Georgia that had a few words on it, written by Father Zakaria himself. Meanwhile, another miracle occurred. My bag of flour went up to the sky and followed the path of flowers to the heart of the sun.
"Look! It’s the Way of Flour!" said Tsikha, astonished.

Chapter 18

Saying Good-Bye to the Village

After that heavenly manna came from the sky; every single person except me had some. It was a sign from the sky, holy sustenance from our Lord. Everyone who tried this manna would never be hungry again. I tried in vain to catch one of them, but they melted like snowflakes on my palm. I was being punished for my sins, which I could have confessed but didn’t. But I did not fall into hopelessness; I touched the letter that father Zakaria left for me. My hands trembled, and I began reading. This was the last will and testament of God’s servant, Zakaria Mrevlishvili. It was an inexplicable formula, a holy key of love, a book of life which I fixed in my heart forever.
I'm not sure if an entire lifetime is enough to give all the contents of this book to you, but since Father Zakaria wanted me to share this secret with you, my dear readers, I am trying to give it to you as a work of prose. Forgive me for calling myself the author of this book instead of Father Zakaria. I am just a human being like others, and I consider it my own, although in fact belongs to God.
Manna was coming from the sky. I wanted to cry. I was the only person who hadn't been brave enough to confess my sins. I knew that was why I was being punished. I had a feeling I had committed a dreadful offense against all of humanity. Suddenly, I had an impulse to let the whole world hear me shouting, "Forgive meeeeeeeeeeee!" I thought I would be forgiven and handed holy bread and wine, and would get to try the heavenly manna, but somehow I found myself aloft on the Way of Flour and Flowers, heading toward Mount Ushba instead. My heart was heavy with disappointment.
On Mount Ushba, the folklore master Imam Mamisashvili and our old friend Erekle the poet were taking communion together, though how they happened to be together I can’t say. Mamisashvili handed the bread and wine to Erekle, who thanked God for it. With the speed of the great mountain climber Khergiani, Erekle followed the English climber Christopher Washington up the slope of Ushba, overtook him, and shared the bread and wine with him. As soon as the mountaineer ate the bread and drank the wine, flowers started twining their way up the walls of Ushba. Finally, it became obvious that the vines formed Georgian letters. The folklore master thought that ancient folk tales were being displayed by God, and he took his pen to write them down. But soon he fell on his knees spellbound, noticing that on the very wall of Mount Ushba an ancient Georgian alphabet was blooming. The flowers were so strongly stuck to the wall that it was clear that they had their roots in Georgia’s most remote historical past. The English climber held tightly onto these very flowers, and started climbing up, thinking that it was easier to reach the top that way. But he couldn’t trust the flowers totally. He knew that he had to proceed in a careful manner if he wanted to conquer the mountain, smelling as it did of the blood of Sumerian heroes, the captured Golden Fleece, the smashed chains of Amiran, and Noah's ark.
As soon as the English mountaineer reached the summit of the mountain, he forgot his gentleman's manners. He sat in the thickets of Georgian letters, and he smoked a brown cigar as he held an empty bottle of scotch. He pulled his hat down over his face, unbuttoned his tight jeans down to his navel, and twirled a gun around his finger. He looked around himself arrogantly, pleased with the beauty of the mountain, and said, "This mountain was given to Queen Victoria as a gift by one of the Georgian princes in the nineteenth century."
He looked around the summit and saw the name “Vladimir” (in Russian it means "rule the world") engraved into the mountain’s stone cliff by the impact of machine-gun bullets. There, nearby, he also saw a Russian flag and an empty bottle of Russian vodka. There was a slogan written in red: "Feel the Russian soul." Seeing this, the Englishman smiled behind his fair moustache and mumbled, "Hello, Vladimir." He pushed up the brim of his hat with the barrel of his gun and fiercely opened fire on the name in the rock. Soon he made his own name, Christopher Washington, appear there instead. The tiny splinters of rocks cut down the buds of the delicate daisies and cornflowers. When he was finished, the Georgian alphabet was totally erased from the rock.
After that he took the Russian flag down and erected the Union Jack with a whisky bottle on top of it, leaving the message: "Feel and absorb the English soul." The sun started to go down, and he pointed his gun at the golden cradle as it reappeared over Georgia.
Suddenly, I felt a strong desire to go as close as possible to the mountaintop, grab the flag from the mountaineer, and tear it up. I erected the Georgian flag given to me by Father Zakaria, which I had kept close to my heart. I wanted to convey the message: "If you are not able to feel true emotions, please, at least respect the renewed soul of the great culture of the Caucasus, rescued from the centuries-long torture of crows and ravens. And enjoy the communion that has spread throughout the world, coming from the heart of Georgia.”
The English climber read this message, and stopped to think. He lowered his head along with the barrel of his gun, which was no longer aimed at the golden cradle decorated with Georgian ornaments, and he walked down the mountain.

Un grazie gigante va a tutte le persone presenti ieri sera all'Home di Treviso, in particolare a tutti i nostri amici che vediamo pochissimo a causa delle nostre scorribande in giro per l'Italia, vi portiamo nel cuore.

Ora, se non vi dispiace, ci riposiamo per un po' perchè siamo un tantino stanchi, ma torneremo molto presto con qualche caldo appuntamento estivo e un paio di news davvero interessanti.

Il tour invernale di "Questa notte non sono morto" si conclude qui, grazie a tutti di cuore.

Serie A Midfielder: "I can imagine what it would mean to wear the Liverpool shirt."

Genoa star Juraj Kucka has admitted he is aware of the rumours linking him with a move to Liverpool this summer, with the defensive midfielder flattered by talk of a possible agreement.

Kucka has become an integral member of the Serie A side since his move from Sparta Praha in Czechoslovakia to Italy in 2011.

His midfield and defensive talents have placed him on Liverpool's radar, but the 26 year old told Slovakian site Dannik Sport that he wouldn't get ahead of himself just yet.

"It's good news," he said. "I have read it on the internet. I have not called my compatriot Martin Skrtel and have no plans to do so. I prefer to keep my feet on the ground.

"I am a Genoa player, so I have to think that I'll play in Genoa the next season. But I can imagine what it would mean to wear the Liverpool shirt."

Zamislite kako komentator vice Kucka probija dvojicu igraca odbrane! KUCKA! KUCKA! I gooooooool Man U 1:2 Liverpool. Kucka fantasticnnim solo prodorom pobjedjuje De Geu i donosi Liverpoolu pobjedu u 93 minutu :)
Salu na stranu mislim da nam on nije potreban iako bi bilo zanimljivo imati jedno ovakvo ime u timu. Mislim da se nebi snasao i bolje da pare trosimo na bolje igrace nego sto je on.

Mazulu Zwane > Orlando Pirates - Kaizer Chiefs - Mamelodi Sundowns Banter Page

It is said when Pirates are at training..the players call themselves by the ff nicknames!

#Senzo 'Itu' Meyiwa
#Ayanda 'Tower' Gcaba
#Ace 'Yeye' Manyisa
#Andile 'Salt n Viniger' Jali
#Sifiso 'Shabba' Myeni
#Collins 'Majoro' Mbesuma

Then there was a fight between Chinyama and Mabena on who should be Parker,but Roger 'Baxter' De Sa intervened and gave it to Chinyama since Parker is Chinyama's role model.


It's a myth that muslim women are not targeted by Salman Khanual predators. The REPORTED rapes by muslim women are fewer, not because they are targeted less, but because islam blames women for being raped ("unveiled women invite rape", etc). In Islamic countries, it takes 4 witnesses to prove rape. Women's testimonies are worth half of a man's. So in cases of he-said-she-said situations (such as in rape cases), women hold the short end of the stick. Single women get labelled "loose" or "damaged goods", get beaten for Salman Khanual immorality or killed by family for "Honor", while married women get stoned to death for adultery. So they learned to shut up. Toronto Star reported a while ago, increasingly rapists are targeting muslim women because they know the victims are less likely to report the crime.

WCCW Recap 05.25.2013
WCCW Reporter

This week’s show started a little different; WCCW owner, Santa came to the ring, along with WCCW Tag Team Champions TJ Lightning and Purple Haze. TJ Lightning did most of the talking and they were there to promote the first ever WCCW Hall of Fame introductions on June 29th, 2013.

They announced that the first two inductees would be “Terrific” Terry Allen and Tommy Green and then Lightning and Haze talked about the great history of Lawrenceburg wrestling and then Lightning made a special announcement. They weren’t going to announce just two inductees, but three! Lightning then announced the third inductee- Purple Haze. The fans started chanting for Purple Haze and you could see that he was truly touched.

Before things got too emotional, “The Voice”- Black Rain, Sean Bane and Lexxi came to the ring to explain that no one really cared about a bunch of old “has-beens”; Rain then stated that the fans wanted to see the current superstars and if Lightning and Haze were real mean, they would start the tag team championship match now and not put it off any longer. Lightning and Haze had no problems starting the match early and even offered to help carry Rain and Bane into the ring.


Lightning and Haze took early control of the match and worked together like a well oiled machine, quickly tagging each other in and keeping Bane from getting to his corner for the tag. Bane took a lot of punishment but refused to give up or be pinned; he eventually fought his way to the corner for the tag.

Rain came in and quickly turned things around and it was Rain and Bane who became a classic tag team, teaming up on Lightning and keeping him in their corner; however, that classic tag team match quickly turned into a brawl as all four men were in the ring at the same time and the ref clearly had no control.

While all four mean were in the ring, Bane dropped Lightning in while Haze hit Rain with a super kick. Haze quickly went for the pin, however, Bane had also covered Lightning for the pin as well; the ref counted three and both tag teams celebrated their victory but the celebrations were short lived once everyone realized what happened. While Bane was the legal man, so was Haze so there was no clear win. The fans didn’t like that and started chanting to restart the match, which is exactly what happened.

The moment the ref restarted the match, Rain and Bane quickly attacked Lightning and Haze and the brawl continued and moved to the floor which is where it also ended. All four showed no regard for a count out as they continued to beat each other senseless. The ref counted to 10 and called the match a double count out which allowed Lightning and Haze to retain the tag team belts.



Matthews came to the ring first and has quickly become someone the fans love to hate; however, this proved bad news for Bubba Lamb.

Lamb came to the ring and spent several minutes dancing, while Matthews watched in disgust from his corner. Lamb started to enter the ring but then he noticed the blue pole outside the WCCW ring and decided to give the ladies a little show; but Matthews had enough and attacked him outside the ring.

Matthews rolled Lamb into the ring and ripped the mask off and literally destroyed Lamb almost the entire match. Matthews methodically worked on Lamb’s left arm and continued to show no mercy.

There was one point when it looked like Lamb may get control of the match but he went for his mask, which was a huge mistake and Matthews used that to his advantage and took Lamb down again and went straight for the left arm. Matthews spent the whole match wearing Lamb down and doing damage to the left arm.

Matthews even went as far as to use Lamb’s mask as a weapon and tried to choke the life out of Lamb, however, matches can turn very quickly and it only takes one mistake. Matthews got Lamb in the Ego Trip and started to finish the match but Lamb countered it and got a quick roll up and the win. Matthews was in disbelief and sat in the corner watching Lamb trying to recover. Lamb got up and got the mask and started dancing again but Matthews attacked him. Lamb dropped him in the Bubba Bomb and Matthews rolled out of the ring and headed to the back.


During the intermission, Mike Mayhem announced that WCCW would be at the Spencer County Fair on July 12th!

After intermission, Scott Diamond showed up to introduce the next match. Last week, Brandon Taggart lost his hair in a match but left the ring without getting his hair cut and Diamond knows Taggart personally and wanted to make sure Taggart was going to keep his end of the contract.


Taggart came to the ring wearing some sort of hat and told Diamond that he was a man of his word and cut his hair, however, he never agreed to let the WCCW fans see it and he would be wrestling the entire match while wearing the hat. Taggart seemed extra hateful to Uncle Buckeye and yelled at him to “get out of my ring!”

Mathers came to the ring and it was obvious that he’s entire plan was to go for Taggart’s hat and it didn’t take long until Taggart’s hair was revealed. Mathers took early control but Taggart was more focused on keeping the hat on until Mathers slammed him to the mat so hard that his hat went flying. Taggart rolled out of the ring and Mathers stood in the ring, holding the hat. Taggart’s hair wasn’t shaved but it was cut short and the fans started chanting that he looked like a chubby Justin Bieber!

Mathers and Taggart are former teammates and Marcus is a former Frat Boy plus these two have met in the ring several times, which lead to a pretty even match. The turning point was when Uncle Buckeye climbed up on the apron to get the ref’s attention while Mathers had a clear 3 count on Taggart. Mathers jumped up to go and take care of the situation and Taggart attacked from behind and got a clear 3 count as well, although Uncle Buckeye was still talking to the ref, costing Taggart the match. Taggart was clearly angry and went over to yell at Uncle Buckeye but it was clear Buckeye was tired of the way things were going and slapped Taggart, stunning him and giving Mathers a chance to capitalize and get the win.

Taggart was trying to figure out what was going on with Uncle Buckeye as he was headed towards the good guy’s locker room when Cody Matthews came busting out of the bad guys locker room and attacked Mathers.

Matthews attacked his former tag team partner and slammed him to the concrete and set out to end the career of Mathers; thankfully the ref, Scott Diamond and others got Matthews off of him before he reached his goal.


The next match brought the circus back to town!


This match started off more like a boxing match with Fury and The Butcher trading punches and it was clear that we wouldn’t see many body slams during this match. Fury had already chased everyone from the ring with his taser and you could tell that he wasn’t very interested in a wrestling match; he wanted to take The Butcher’s soul.

The match was a violent whirlwind of anger and hatred leading to The Butcher literally biting Fury and slinging him across the ring. The problem with fighting someone like Fury is that you may get the child friendly clown or the sadistic evil clown and it seemed that nothing The Butcher did could keep Fury down. Fury threw The Butcher to the concrete and then set out after Lexxi, who is clearly deathly afraid of clowns.

This was the mistake that The Butcher needed and went for an attack outside of the ring, but Fury quickly got the upper hand again; The Butcher realized that he could not beat the clown and there was nothing he could do about it, so he grabbed his dog chain and hit Fury in clear view of the ref. Not even the dog chain could keep Fury down as he grabbed the taser and chased The Butcher out of the ring…leaving his dog chain in the ring with Fury.

Fury got on the mic and told Scott Diamond to make a match for next week Fury VS The Butcher in a Dog Collar Match; a match where neither man could run and Diamond didn’t hesitate to let the fans know that he would make it happen!


Scott Diamond entered the ring and wanted to take a moment to talk about Memorial Day, however, The Butcher interrupted him as he came back out to start the Battle Royal. Diamond left the ring and the building and he was not very happy.


Battle Royals are hard to write about because they are strictly tornadoes of violence; once all the wrestlers get in the ring, you just see bodies flying. Some of the high spots were expected; the minute Marcus Mathers entered the ring, he went straight for Cody Matthews which actually caused him to get eliminated along with Matthews, where they continued to fight outside the ring.

Brandon Taggart and Bubba Lamb were clearly going after each other and it only seemed like a few guys were actually interested in going for the win.

Here is the order that the wrestlers entered –

The Butcher
Bubba Lamb
Brandon Taggart
Purple Haze
Cody Matthews
Fozo Fury
Sean Bane
Marcus Mathers

Matthews and Mathers were eliminated by The Butcher as they were attacking each other; Mathers sort of ran in and attacked Matthews and there were already almost over the top when The Butcher helped them out. Fozo Fury was eliminated by Brandon Taggart, then Taggart eliminated Bubba Lamb around the same time that The Butcher eliminated Taggart which allowed Taggart and Lamb to have a few punches outside of the ring as well.

Purple Haze then eliminated The Butcher which left Sean Bane and Purple Haze but that didn’t last long as it was quickly announced that the final participant in the Battle Royal was Lexxi! Purple Haze eliminated The Butcher and then Bane ran towards him and Haze flipped Bane over the ring onto the apron, but Bane just jumped to the floor himself as Haze watched him. Lexxi jumped in the ring and run over and started to flip Haze out of the ring when Bane grabbed Haze and pulled him the rest of the way out, leaving only Lexxi standing in the ring!

Lexxi is now the 3rd candidate for the WCCW General Manager position!


After all of this, we still had the WCCW Championship Ladder Match!


Angel limped to the ring and you could clearly see that his knee was still in bad shape; not only had he just returned from a major injury but just last week, Mathis reinjured it during their match.

Angel climbed in the ring and limped around the ring a few times and Mathis quickly picked up on that; Mathis was making fun of Angel and yelling to the fans that the match was basically already over. While Mathis was focused on the fans, Angel started jumping around the ring and doing squats and it was clear that his knee wasn’t going to be as big of an issue as he led Mathis to believe.

Mathis turned around but didn’t have time to be surprised as Angel attacked him. These two guys hate each other and neither cares to even try to pretend; it’s a pure hatred and both guys didn’t waste any time showing the fans just how much they hated each other.

Angel suplexed Mathis onto the concrete and then went for the ladders; somehow Mathis recovered and ran Angel’s head into the ladder. The match moved back into the ring and Mathis took control with a flying drop kick from the top rope; Mathis controlled a lot of the match and threw Angel to the floor; he then sat Angel up against the metal pole in the middle of the arena and then headed to the top rope. Mathis went flying, however, Angel had recovered enough to move and Mathis hit the pole. Mathis didn’t just hit the pole, it was like a Looney Toons episode, he hit the pole at the top and literally slid down; you could hear his skin burning as he slid down.

The match took a turn from that point on; Angel got Mathis back in the ring and then used the ladder to beat Mathis; he then set up the ladder in the corner of the ring and threw Mathis across the ring, slamming into the ladder. Mathis fell to the ground and the ladder fell on top of him, hitting him in the head and busting his head open and blood was covering his face. Mathis rolled out of the ring, not only in pain but blinded by blood. The ref ran over and helped Mathis up and Mathis clearly couldn’t hold himself up and he was helped towards the back as Angel climbed the ladder and recovered the WCCW Championship belt.

These two went at each other like wild animals and the match ended with a bloody Ron Mathis heading to the back and Alex Angel holding the championship belt in the ring.


Next week is going to be another big show with Fozo Fury and The Butcher in a Dog Collar match already being announced. You’ll also see Bob Murdock taking on the Triple R Super Star Ravishing Ronnie Roberts. TJ Lightning’s current Tag Team Champion partner Purple Haze will take on Lightning’s former Tag Team Champion partner ATM and Lexxi will officially be announced at the 3rd candidate for the GM spot! You don’t want to miss it!


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A peep into history- dont know how much is true

No corroboration - wonder if its a figment of someones imagination understand the entire story, read till end...also u will find that how some one can be so imaginative and it is also not mere coincidence that Nehru and Abdullah family have almost same fatures...

Some hidden facts about the Nehru-Gandhi dynasty
The Nehru-Gandhi dynasty starts with the Mughal man named Ghiyasuddin Ghazi. He was the City Kotwal i.e. police officer of Delhi prior to the uprising of 1857, under the Mughal rule. After capturing Delhi in 1857, in the year of the mutiny, the British were slaughtering all Mughals everywhere. The British made a thorough search and killed every Mughal so that there were no future claimant to the throne of Delhi. The Hindus on the other hand were not targeted by the British unless isolated Hindus were found to be siding with the Mughals, due to past associations. Therefore, it became customary for many Mohammedans to adopt Hindu names. So, the man Ghiyasuddin Ghazi (the word means kafir-killer) adopted a Hindu name Gangadhar Nehru and thus saved his life by the subterfuge. Ghiyasuddin Ghazi apparently used to reside on the bank of a canal (or Nehr) near the Red Fort. Thus, he adopted the name ‘Nehru’ as the family name. Through out the world, we do not find any descendant other than that of Gangadhar, having the surname Nehru. The 13th volume of the “Encyclopedia of Indian War of Independence” (ISBN:81-261-3745-9) by M.K. Singh states it elaborately. The Government of India have been hiding this fact.

City Kotwal was an important post like today’s Commissioner of Police. It appears from Mughal records that there was no Hindu Kotwal employed. It was extremely unlikely for a Hindu to be hired for that post. Compulsorily only Mohammedans of foreign ancestry were hired for such important posts.

Jawaharlal Nehru's second sister Krishna Hutheesing also mentions in her memoirs that her grandfather was the city Kotwal of Delhi prior to 1857’s uprising when Bahadur Shah Zafar was still the sultan of Delhi. Jawaharlal Nehru, in his autobiography, states that he have seen a picture of his grandfather which portrays him like a Mughal nobleman. In that picture it appears that he was having long & very thick beard, wearing a Muslim cap and was having two swords in his hands. Jawaharlal Nehru also states in his autobiography that on their way to Agra (a seat of Mughal influence) from Delhi, the members of his grand father’s family were detained by the British. The reason for the detention was their Mughal features. They however pleaded that they were Kashmiri Pandits and thus got away. The Urdu literature of the 19th century, especially the works of Khwaja Hasan Nizami, are full of the miseries that the Mughals and Mohammedans have to face then. They also describe how Mughals escaped to other cities to save their lives. In all probability, Jawahar Nehru's Mughal grandfather and his family were among them.


Jawaharlal Nehru was a person that India adores. He was undoubtedly a very sound politician and a gifted individual. But, the Government of India has not built a memorial of Jawaharlal Nehru at his birth place 77 Mirganj in Allahabad, because it is a brothel. The entire locality is a well known red light area since long. It has not become a brothel recently, but it has been a brothel even before Jawaharlal Nehru’s birth. A portion of the same house was sold by his father Motilal Nehru to a prostitute named Lali Jaan and it came to be known as “Imambada”. If you have some doubt, you may visit the place. Several dependable sources and also & Wikipedia say this. Motilal Nehru along with his family, later shifted to Anand Bhawan. Remember that Anand Bhawan is Jawaharlal Nehru’s ancestral house and not his birth place.

M. O. Mathai of Indian Civil Service served as the Private Secretary to Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru. Mathai has written a book “Reminiscences of the Nehru Age” (ISBN-13: 9780706906219).In the book Mathai reveals that there was intense love affair between Jawaharlal Nehru and Edwina Mountbatten (wife of the last Viceroy to India, Louis Mountbatten). The romance was a source of great embarrassment for Indira Gandhi, who used to seek Maulana Abul Kalam Azad’s help in persuading her father to be little discreet about their relationship.

Nehru with lady Mountbatten

Also Nehru had love affair with Sarojini Naidu’s daughter Padmaja Naidu, whom Nehru got appointed as the Governor of Bengal. It is revealed that he used to keep her portrait in his bed room, which Indira would often remove. It caused some tension between father and daughter.

Apart from these ladies, Pandit Nehru had an affair with a sanyasin from Benares named Shraddha Mata. She was an attractive Sanskrit scholar well versed in the ancient Indian scriptures and mythology. When she conceived out of their illicit relationship, in 1949, in a convent in Bangalore, she insisted that Nehru should marry her. But, Nehru declined that because it could affect his political career. A son was born and he was kept at a Christian Missionary Boarding School. His date of birth is estimated to be 30th May, 1949. He may be in his early sixties now. Convents in such matters maintain secrecy to prevent humiliation of the child. Though Mathai confirmed the existence of the child, no efforts have ever been made to locate him. He must have grown up as a Catholic Christian blissfully ignorant of who his father was.

Sraddha mata

Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose and Dr. Shyama Prasad Mukherjee were competitors of Jawaharlal Nehru for the post of Prime Minister of India and both of them died under mysterious circumstances.

Knowing all these facts, is there any meaning of celebrating Nehru’s birthday as Children’s Day? Presenting him as a different person to our children and hiding the truth, amounts to denying education to them.


As per the book “The great divide: Muslim separatism and partition” (ISBN-13:9788121205917) by S.C. Bhatt— Jawaharlal Nehru’s sister Vijaya Lakshmi eloped with her father’s employee Syud Hussain. Then Motilal Nehru forcefully took her back and got her married with another man named Ranjit Pandit.


Indira Priyadarshini perpetuated immorality in the Nehru dynasty. Intellectual Indira was admitted in Oxford University but driven out from there for non-performance. She was then admitted to Shantiniketan University but, Guru Dev Rabindranath Tagore chased her out for bad conduct.

After driven out of Shantiniketan, Indira became lonely as father was busy with politics and mother was dieing of tuberculosis in Switzerland. Playing with her loneliness, Feroze Khan, son of a grocer named Nawab Khan who supplied wines etc to Motilal Nehru’s household in Allahabad, was able to draw close to her. The then Governor of Maharashtra, Dr. Shriprakash warned Nehru, that Indira was having an illicit relation with Feroze Khan. Feroze Khan was then in England and he was quite sympathetic to Indira. Soon enough she changed her religion, became a Muslim woman and married Feroze Khan in a London mosque. Indira Priyadarshini Nehru changed her name to Maimuna Begum. Her mother Kamala Nehru was totally against that marriage. Nehru was not happy as conversion to Muslim will jeopardize her prospect of becoming Prime Minister.

So, Nehru asked the young man Feroze Khan to change his surname from Khan to Gandhi. It had nothing to do with change of religion from Islam to Hinduism. It was just a case of a change of name by an affidavit. And so Feroze Khan became Feroze Gandhi, though it is an inconsistent name like Bismillah Sarma. Both changed their names to fool the public of India. When they returned to India, a mock vedic marriage was instituted for public consumption. Thus, Indira and her descendants got the fancy name Gandhi. Both Nehru and Gandhi are fancy names. As a chameleon changes its colour, this dynasty have been changing its name to hide its real identity.

Indira Gandhi had two sons namely Rajiv Gandhi and Sanjay Gandhi. Sanjay was originally named as Sanjiv that rhymed with Rajiv, his elder brother's name. Sanjiv was arrested by the British police for a car theft in the UK and his passport was seized. On Indira Gandhi’s direction, the then Indian Ambassador to UK, Krishna Menon misusing his power, changed his name to Sanjay and procured a new passport. Thus Sanjiv Gandhi came to be known as Sanjay Gandhi.

It is a known fact that after Rajiv's birth, Indira Gandhi and Feroze Gandhi lived separately, but they were not divorced. The book “The Nehru Dynasty” (ISBN 10:8186092005) by K. N. Rao states that the second son of Indira (or Mrs. Feroze Khan) known as Sanjay Gandhi was not the son of Feroze Gandhi. He was the son of another Muslim gentleman named Mohammad Yunus.

Interestingly Sanjay Gandhi's marriage with the Sikh girl Menaka took place in Mohammad Yunus’ house in New Delhi. Apparently Yunus was unhappy with the marriage as he wanted to get him married with a Muslim girl of his choice. It was Mohammad Yunus who cried the most when Sanjay Gandhi died in plane crash. In Yunus’ book, “Persons, Passions & Politics” (ISBN-10: 0706910176) one can discover that baby Sanjay was circumcised following Islamic custom.

It is a fact that Sanjay Gandhi used to constantly blackmail his mother Indira Gandhi, with the secret of who his real father is. Sanjay exercised a deep emotional control over his mother, which he often misused. Indira Gandhi chose to ignore his misdeeds and he was indirectly controlling the Government.

When the news of Sanjay Gandhi's death reached Indira Gandhi, her first question was “Where are his keys and his wrist watch?”. Some deep secrets about the Nehru-Gandhi dynasty seems to be hidden in those objects.The plane accident was also mysterious. It was a new plane that nosedive to a crash and yet the plane did not explode upon impact. It happens when there is no fuel. But the flight register shows that the fuel tank was made full before take-off. Indira Gandhi using undue influence of PM’s office prohibited any inquiry from taking place. So, who is the suspect?
Indira and Sanjay Gandhi

The book “The Life of Indira Nehru Gandhi” (ISBN: 9780007259304) by Katherine Frank sheds light on some of Indira Gandhi’s other love affairs. It is written that Indira’s first love was with her German teacher at Shantiniketan. Later she had affair with M. O. Mathai (father’s secretary), then Dhirendra Brahmachari (her yoga teacher) and at last with Dinesh Singh (Foreign Minister).

Former Foreign Minister K Natwar Singh made an interesting revelation about Indira Gandhi's affinity to the Mughals in his book “Profile and Letters” (ISBN: 8129102358). It states that- In 1968 Indira Gandhi as the Prime Minister of India went on an official visit to Afghanistan. Natwar Sing accompanied her as an IFS officer in duty. After having completed the day's long engagements, Indira Gandhi wanted to go out for a ride in the evening. After going a long distance in the car, Indira Gandhi wanted to visit Babur's burial place, though this was not included in the itinerary. The Afghan security officials tried to dissuade her, but she was adamant. In the end she went to that burial place. It was a deserted place. She went before Babur's grave, stood there for a few minutes with head bent down in reverence. Natwar Singh stood behind her. When Indira had finished her prayers, she turned back and told Singh “Today we have had our brush with history.” Worth to mention that Babur was the founder of Mughal rule in India, from which the Nehru-Gandhi dynasty have descended.


It is difficult to count how many institutes of higher education are named after Rajiv Gandhi but, Rajiv Gandhi himself was a person of low calibre. From 1962 to 1965, he was enrolled for a Mechanical Engineering course at Trinity College, Cambridge. But, he left Cambridge without a degree because, he could not pass exams. Next year in 1966, he joined Imperial College, London but, again left it without a degree.

K. N. Rao in the above said book alleges that Rajiv Gandhi became a Catholic to marry Sania Maino. Rajiv became Roberto. His son's name is Raul and daughter's name is Bianca. Quite cleverly the same names are presented to the people of India as Rahul and Priyanka.

In personal conduct Rajiv was very much a Mughal. On 15th August 1988 he thundered from the ramparts of the Red Fort: “Our endeavor should be to take the country to heights to which it belonged about 250-300 years ago. It was then the reign of Aurangzeb, the ‘jeziya’ master and number one temple destroyer.”

The press conference that Rajiv Gandhi gave in London after taking over as prime minister of India was very informative. In this press conference, Rajiv boasted that he is not a Hindu but a Parsi. Feroze Khan’s father and Rajiv Gandhi's paternal grandfather was a Muslim gentleman from the Junagadh area of Gujarat. This Muslim grocer by the name of Nawab Khan had married a Parsi woman after converting her to Islam. This is the source where from the myth of Rajiv being a Parsi was derived. Mind that he had no Parsi ancestor at all. His paternal grandmother had turned Muslim after having abandoned the Parsi religion to marry Nawab Khan. Surprisingly, Parsi Rajiv Gandhi was cremated as per Vedic rites in full view of Indian public.


Dr. Subramanian Swamy writes that Sonia Gandhi’s name was Antonia Maino. Her father was a mason. He was an activist of the notorious fascist regime of Italy and he served five years imprisonment in Russia. Sonia Gandhi have not studied beyond high school. She learnt some English from a English teaching shop named Lennox School at the Cambridge University campus. From this fact she boasts of having studied at the prestigious Cambridge University. After learning some English, she was a waitress at a restaurant in Cambridge town.

Sonia Gandhi had intense friendship with Madhavrao Scindia in the UK, which continued even after her marriage. One night at 2 AM in 1982, Madhavrao Scindia and Sonia Gandhi were caught alone together when their car met an accident near IIT Delhi main gate.

When Indira Gandhi and Rajiv Gandhi were Prime Ministers, PM’s security used to go to New Delhi and Chennai international airports to send crates of Indian treasures like temple sculptures, antiques, paintings etc to Rome. Arjun Singh as CM and later as Union Minister in charge of Culture used to organize the plunder. Unchecked by customs, they were transported to Italy to be sold in two shops named Etnica & Ganpati, owned by Sonia Gandhi’s sister Alessandra Maino Vinci.

Indira Gandhi died not because her heart or brain were pierced by bullets, but she died of loss of blood. After Indira Gandhi was fired upon, Sonia Gandhi strangely insisted that bleeding Indira Gandhi should be taken to Dr. Ram Manohar Lohia Hospital, in opposite direction to AIIMS which had a contingency protocol to precisely deal with such events. After reaching Dr. Ram Manohar Lohia Hospital, Sonia Gandhi changed her mind and demand that Indira Gandhi should be taken to AIIMS, thus wasting 24 valuable minutes. It is doubtful whether it was immaturity of Sonia Gandhi or a trick to speedily bring her husband to power.

Rajesh Pilot and Madhav Rao Scindia were strong contenders to the Prime Minister’s post and they were road blocks in Sonia Gandhi’s way to power. Both of them died in mysterious accidents.

There are circumstantial evidences pointing to the prima facie possibility that the Maino family have contracted LTTE to kill Rajiv Gandhi. Nowadays, Sonia Gandhi is quite unabashed in having political alliance with those like MDMK, PMK and DMK who praise Rajiv Gandhi’s killers. No Indian widow would ever do that. Such circumstances are many, and raise a doubt. An investigation into Sonia’s involvement in Rajiv’s assassination is necessary. You may read Dr. Subramanian Swamy’s book “Assassination Of Rajiv Gandhi — Unasked Questions and Unanswered Queries” (ISBN : 81-220-0591-8). It contains indications of such conspiracy.


In 1992, Sonia Gandhi revived her citizenship of Italy under Article 17 of the Italian Citizenship Law. Under Italian law, Rahul and Priyanka are Italian citizens because Sonia was an Italian citizen when she gave birth to them. Rahul Gandhi’s Italian is better than his Hindi. Rahul Gandhi is an Italian citizen is relevant from the fact that on 27th September 2001 he was detained by the FBI at Boston airport, USA for traveling on an Italian passport. If a law is made in India that important posts like that of President and Prime Minister should not be held by a person of foreign origin, then Rahul Gandhi automatically disqualifies to contend for the post of Prime Minister.


After finishing school education, Rahul Gandhi got admission at the St. Stephens College in New Delhi, not on merit basis but on sports quota of rifle shooting. After a brief stay there in 1989-90, he did his BA from Rollins College, Florida in 1994. Just for doing BA one need not go to the US. The very next year, in 1995 he got M.Phil. degree from Trinity College, Cambridge. The genuineness of this degree is questioned as he has done M.Phil. without doing MA. Amaratya Sen’s helping hand is thought to be behind. Many of you might have seen the famous movie “Munna Bhai MBBS”.

In 2008 Rahul Gandhi was prevented from using an auditorium of the Chandra Shekhar Azad University in Kanpur for a students’ rally. Subsequently, the Vice-Chancellor of the university, V.K. Suri, was ousted by the UP Governor. During 26/11 when the whole country was tense about how to tackle the Mumbai terror, Rahul Gandhi was lavishly partying with his friends till 5 AM. Rahul Gandhi advises austerity for all Congress members. He says it is the duty of all politicians to be austere. On the other hand he has a ministerial bungalow with a fully equipped gym. He is a regular member of at least two of the Delhi’s poshest gyms, one of which is 5-star rated. Rahul Gandhi’s trip to Chennai in 2009 to campaign for austerity cost the party more than Rs 1 Crore. Such inconsistencies show that initiatives taken by Rahul Gandhi are not his own but, workout of his party men only.

During the 2007 election campaign in Uttar Pradesh, Rahul Gandhi said that “if anyone from the Nehru-Gandhi family had been active in politics then, the Babri Masjid would not have fallen”. It doubtlessly shows his Mohammedan affiliation as a loyalty to his ancestors. On Dec 31, 2004, John M. Itty, a retired college professor in Alappuzha district of Kerala, contended that action should be taken against Rahul Gandhi and his girlfriend Juvenitta alias Veronica for staying together for three days at a resort in Kerela. It is a criminal offense under Immoral Trafficking Act as they are not married. Anyway, one more foreigner daughter-in-law is waiting to rule the tolerant Indians.
Rahul Gandhi withVeronica


The Swiss magazine Schweizer Illustrierte’s 11th November 1991 issue revealed that Rahul Gandhi was the beneficiary of accounts worth US $2 billion controlled by his mother Sonia Gandhi. A report from the Swiss Banking Association in 2006 revealed that the combined deposits of Indian citizens are far greater than any other nation, a total of US $1.4 trillion, a figure exceeding the GDP of India. This dynasty rules greater than half of India. Ignoring the center, out of 28 states and 7 union territories, more than half of them have Congress government at any point of time. Upto Rajiv Gandhi there was Mughal rule in India, with Sonia Gandhi, the Rome rule on India have started.


The objective behind writing this article is to acquaint the citizens of India with their national leaders and show how a dynasty has misused the democracy of this country. Several prestigious national assets and schemes are named after these lose-character people to immortalize them. Many other shocking facts are not presented in this article because of lack of supporting evidence.

Vande mataram.


Extracts from other sources-
There are allegations that in the night of 3rd December 2006, Rahul Gandhi along with his foreigner friends gang raped then twenty four year old Sukanya Devi at a VIP Guest House in Amethi. She is the daughter of Balram Singh & Sumitra Devi of 23-12 Medical Choke, Sanjay Gandhi Marg, Amethi, Raebareli, Uttar Pradesh. Police refused to register complaint; the National Commission for Women headed by Dr. Girija Vyas acted as a Congress party office. The victim and her family is missing since then.

MOTILAL married and his first wife and son died at childbirth.
MOTILAL and his second wife THUSSU (name changed to SWAROOP RANI) had three children
THUSSU with MOBARAK ALI (Motilal's Boss) was the first son JAWAHAR LAL NEHRU (he was circumcised)
MOTILAL AND THUSSU had two daughters by name NAN (also called Vijaya Lakshmi) & KRISHNA
MOTILAL had also two bastard sons out of Muslim women by name SHEIK ABDULLA &SYUD HUSSAIN
VIJAYA LAKSHMI eloped with SYUD HUSSAIN (half brother and sister) and had a girl CHANDRALEKHA
JAWAHARLAL NEHRU married KAMALA KAUL (marriage never consummated)
JAWAHARLAL had an affair with SARADDHA MATA (assumed name) and had a son given away to an orphanage in BANGALORE
JAWAHARLAL had an affair with LADY MOUNTBATTEN but no children
KAMALA KAUL had an affair with MANZUR ALI (who is son of Mobark Ali who fathered Nehru also) and their daughter is INDIRA PRIYADARSINI NEHRU
KAMALA KAUL had an affair with FEROZ KHAN (son of Nawab Khan who supplied liquor to their house) but no children
INDIRA was found in the bed with her GERMAN TEACHER at Shantiniketan
INDIRA PRIYADARSINI nikhahed as per Islamic rites FEROZ KHAN after converting herself to Islam. Her new name was MAIMUNA BEGUM and both had changed their name to fool the public of India on the advice of Ghandi by an affidavit in a court to INDIRA GHANDI and FEROZ GANDHI
INDIRA and FEROZ had one son by name RAJIV GHANDI (as per Islamic rites he was circumcised)
INDIRA had an affair with MOHAMMED YOUNUS and had a second son SANJIV GHANDI (later the name changed to SANJAY GHANDI to escape prosecution in UK for car theft. He was circumcised as per Islamic rites)
INDIRA had an affair with M.O. MATHAI (Nehru's steno) and a son was aborted
INDIRA had an affair with DHIRENDRA BRAMMACHARI but no children
INDIRA had an affair with DHINESH SINGH but no children
FEROZ had an affair with TARAKESWARI SINHA
FEROZ had an affair with MEHMUNA SULTANA
FEROZ had an affair with SUBHADRA JOSHI and many others.

The above information is received by me a long time back. I just thought I should share this information with all. I do not really know the accuracy of the information but certain informations you can vouch through the history of event.

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While searching for the next big thing, I found myself.
by Elan Cohen

At age 19, I let the biggest music industry deal of the past decade slip through my hands.

And it was the best thing to ever happen to me.
When I began at NYU’s Music Technology program in 2005, I had two goals: to become the president of one of the four major record labels and one of the top music producers in the world. College doesn’t exactly provide a path to massive success in the entertainment industry, so on top of my heavy course load I worked day and night to groom my creative and business skills. There was a long way to becoming a “hit maker,” but by 19 I was already quite good.

In my sophomore year, I landed a rare internship at Atlantic Records, one of the biggest record labels in the world. The road to an executive seat at a major label goes like this: find a hit singer, record a top-notch album, sell millions of copies, and repeat. Though I was the youngest person at the company, that was my goal.
I scoured independent music sites, scouted local music clubs, and rummaged through endless stacks of demos that were collecting dust in our office. Nearly all of the hundreds or thousands of musicians I listened to were uninspiring. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack, but I was determined to find it.

As I searched through these mountains of music, I remembered a singer named Stefani who my roommate had introduced me to. Before I joined Atlantic Records, I spoke with Stefani about reproducing one of her songs called “No Floods.” It needed a lot of work, but I saw that she had tremendous star potential. After three long days of remixing her song in my dorm-room studio, I excitedly called her to discuss working together, but she never returned my calls. My ego was shattered.
A few months ago I was a nobody who couldn’t even get his calls returned. Now I was on the VIP list.

Months later, after I began working at Atlantic Records, I decided that I wanted to pitch Stefani to the company. Even though I was upset that she ignored me beforehand, I swallowed my pride and reached out to her manager, Bob Leone, who responded enthusiastically and invited me to see her perform at a songwriter’s showcase.
It was March 23, 2006 at The Cutting Room in Manhattan. Bob eagerly greeted me and introduced me to Stefani as “Elan from Atlantic Records.” I liked the sound of that. A few months ago I was a nobody who couldn’t even get his calls returned. Now I was on the VIP list.

Stefani debuted a new song called “Hollywood.” It was an improvement on her previous material, but there was still a lot of work to do, so I decided to wait before mentioning anything to the senior executives at Atlantic. The truth is that I was afraid to take the risk. I cringed at the thought of putting myself on the line and getting rejected. It was a bit of a theme in my life at the time. I had big dreams, but was always afraid to take the jump.
Soon afterwards, Bob gave me great news. Rob Fusari, a famous producer, was recording new demo recordings for Stefani. As soon as they finished, I would make sure we were the first company to have her in our office.
In the meantime, I was taking a whopping eight classes that semester at NYU and spending all my free time at Atlantic Records. I had no time for anything but my career and I was getting seriously burnt out. That single-minded focus was causing me to neglect all the other important areas of my life, and I felt like something was really missing. It was a classic mid-life crisis story. The only difference was that I was still a teenager.

I began a self-improvement book binge, hoping I could read myself back into balance. But it didn’t work. My life was seriously unbalanced. But this was my dream, wasn’t it? I couldn’t imagine slowing down when everything seemed within reach. So I kept pushing.

Journey to the Holy Land
As the spring rolled into summer, I had a much-needed vacation: a trip to Israel on Birthright. The trip was amazing. I fell in love with the land. I hung on every word of the rabbis’ wisdom. I felt close to my Jewish heritage. For those 10 days, I felt like a better version of myself.

When I was hosted by different families, I saw a profound degree of love and respect, not only between husband and wife, but also between children and parents.
One evening I was sitting with a rabbi at his house, and one of the kids came out of his bedroom upset about a fight he had with his sibling. The rabbi whispered something to his son and the boy immediately broke out in a big smile, happily marching back to his room. A few minutes later one of the other kids was also upset, and the rabbi did the same thing.
I was so amazed. I asked him, "How did you do that?"
He pointed to his wall filled with hundreds of Jewish books and said, "There’s a few things about parenting in there.”
In Israel I finally had a chance to slow down and reflect on life. I was on the road to everything I wanted but I wasn’t satisfied. So I decided to take a risk, which was uncommon for me at the time. I emailed my bosses and told them I was staying in Israel for another two weeks.
If I didn’t leave then, I’d keep pushing harder until I got everything I thought I wanted, only to find out that it wasn’t enough.
When I returned to New York, the next step was crazy: I decided to leave Atlantic Records. I had a dream job with a major record label and was about to pitch what might have been the deal of a lifetime. I could have easily stayed at the company for another few weeks, pitched Stefani and waited to see if it worked out. But I knew that if I didn’t leave then, I would just keep pushing harder and harder until I got everything I thought I wanted, only to find out that it wasn’t enough.
I scheduled a meeting with my boss. I told her there were parts of my life besides my career that were also part of my “dream” and I wanted to dedicate more time to them. I wanted to have a deeply meaningful life. I didn’t know how to get it, but I knew I wanted it. My boss understood and let me off easily. No two weeks notice necessary. No finishing up projects. At the end of that meeting, it was all over.
One Step Back
As I finished my junior year, three of the four artists I wanted to pitch to Atlantic Records were offered major record deals. I did find a needle in the haystack... a few of them. Stefani signed to Island Records and I waited to see if anything would come of it.
In the meantime, I became more involved in the Jewish community on campus by attending Shabbos meals and studying Torah. I had no interest in religion whatsoever but I had a thirst for growth. These seemingly antiquated rabbis were so consistently deep, wise and filled with joy. I knew there must be something behind it all.
When I met different Jews connected to Torah, it struck me how well they seemed to understand the complexities of life. I often felt that my decisions were like rolling the dice and I was second-guessing myself all the time. But these people seemed to have the clarity to build the most important areas of life – relationships, personal growth, family, spiritual growth, etc. They had a framework for moving forward with confidence and empowering each person to discover their own path to greatness.
I wondered why no one ever told me about this Jewish treasure house before. I wanted to go to the source to find out more.

I found out that the best place to learn Jewish wisdom is a yeshiva, and the finest ones were in Jerusalem. A few of my friends had gone and had an amazing experience.
I scored internships in Los Angeles with three of the top music producers in the world.
But I got distracted with an offer I couldn’t refuse. I scored internships in Los Angeles with three of the top music producers in the world, spending six weeks observing recording sessions with celebrities like Christina Aguilera, Hoobastank and New Kids on the Block. I was being mentored by the best of the best. My bosses produced artists such as Chris Daughtry, Kelly Clarkson, Bon Jovi, P. Diddy, Fall Out Boy, OneRepublic, Adele, Katy Perry, Aerosmith, Elton John, Colbie Callait, Pink, Celine Dion and many more chart-toppers.
One of the producers offered me a full-time job as an assistant, which was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to observe him produce some of the most famous albums of the era. Yet it would have torn me away from the friends, family and growth I cared about so much in New York. So I turned it down.
In the fall of 2008, I went back to New York to start my career from scratch. I started an independent record label and eventually had to subsidize my entrepreneurial dreams with a salaried job. I was working with my father in real estate from nine-to-five and for myself from six-to-midnight. I used my extra money to build a home studio and the first song I produced and co-wrote was licensed by Warner Brothers Television and Red Bull.
Between all of this I was meeting my local rabbis to study Torah. I looked forward to it more than any other part of my week. I was also observing Shabbos, which rounded out my busy schedule with a full day dedicated to reflection and spiritual growth.
It would have been a lot easier to glide toward success at a corporate label or with a big producer in LA, but I was happy with this path.
Stefani became Lady Gaga. She was making millions of dollars and I was making near-minimum wage.
Then something shocking happened. Stefani put out a new album and her music hit the radio. Then something even more shocking happened. She hit number one on radio. I was sorting papers nine-to-five and prying my eyes open in my makeshift studio at night, and the artist I wanted to pitch to Atlantic Records was all over the radio.
Then Stefani Germanotta became the biggest pop star in the world. They called her Lady Gaga. She was making millions of dollars and I was making near-minimum wage. What did I do?!
Taking a Leap
The months passed. The winter came and it was time to see if I learned my lesson. Could I finally take a risk for something I really believed in?
It was over a year after graduation and I still didn’t have the guts to go to Jerusalem. I had big existential questions and was craving intense growth, but I was afraid of all the unknowns. What would my friends and family say? Was I going to make major changes in my life? Was I going to feel homesick thousands of miles away? What if I hated this new experience?
I kept delaying. It was the same mistake again: I believed in something and was afraid to take a risk.
At the time, I was regularly attending Jewish spirituality seminars. I was inspired with each new program, but as soon as I left the inspiration waned. Eventually I realized that I was relying on someone else – something external – to inspire me. It was not self-generating, and I was operating on borrowed power.
I no longer wanted to be a spectator. The only way to have an extraordinary life is by taking extraordinary action. When the Jews left Egypt, the Red Sea didn’t split until one man, Nachshon, decisively entered the water.
So I took the leap. I arrived in Israel on December 31, 2009, to go to yeshiva for however long it took to find what I was looking for.

The Deal of a Lifetime
Fast forward six months. I was sitting in my yeshiva dorm room, speaking with my mother on the phone. She told me that Lady Gaga made $50 million that year.
I was totally shocked. Not by what my mom said, but by what I said:
“Mom, I feel like I made $100 million.”
There I was, in my tiny dorm room, crowded with four other guys. I had a top bunk, and since our ceiling was arched, when the heat turned on I felt like I was being baked in a convection oven. I was woken up almost every night by the sound of my roommates closing our loud door. To make matters worse, my tall roommate on the bottom bunk sometimes got up in the morning so quickly that he would bang his head on my bunk and wake me with a jolt.
On top of it all, I ruined a golden opportunity to catapult myself to the top of the music industry. I lost everything I wanted.
And what did I have to show for it?
Everything I really wanted.
Bringing in Shabbos with song and prayer every Friday night in Jerusalem was far more moving than any hit song I ever heard. The symphony of wisdom from my humble teachers took me higher than any concert with 20,000 screaming fans. Best of all, this song didn’t end when the curtains went down. Every day adds another building block to the most significant production I’ll ever make: a life saturated with meaning.
Music transforms a simple experience into something that seems to matter a whole lot more. The only problem is that the song stops. Money, fame, beauty, and power are all the same. They temporarily bring new color to our lives and then lose their luster.

I learned that true success is not about collecting a bunch of possessions, prestigious achievements, or exciting life experiences. It’s about collecting the pieces of who you really are, and trying with all your might to put them together.
For three years, I stood at the feet of giants in Jerusalem, who shared with me the secrets of joy, wisdom, and walking with purpose.
I definitely got the deal of a lifetime.

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1. What will follow if a Money Bill is substantially amended by the Rajya Sabha?
(a) The Lok Sabha may still proceed with the Bill, accepting or not accepting the recommendations of the Rajya Sabha
(b) The Lok Sabha cannot consider the Bill further
(c) The Lok Sabha may send the Bill to the Rajya Sabha for reconsideration
(d) The President may call a joint sitting for passing the Bill
2. Which one of the following statements is correct?
(a) In India, the same person cannot be appointed as Governor for two or more States at the same time
(b) The Judges of the High Court of the States in India are appointed by the Governor of the State just as the Judges of the Supreme Court are appointed by the President
(c) No procedure has been laid down in the Constitution of India for the removal of a Governor from his/her post
(d) In the case of a Union Territory having a legislative setup, the Chief Minister is appointed by the Lt. Governor on the basis of majority support
3. Which one of the following pairs is correctly matched?
Geographical Region
(a) Abyssinian
Plateau : Arabia
(b) Atlas
Mountains : North-Western Africa
(c) Guiana
Highlands : South-Western Africa
(d) Okavango
Basin : Patagonia
4. With reference to the history of Indian rock-cut architecture, consider the following statements:
1. The caves at Badami are the oldest surviving rock-cut caves in India.
2. The Barabar rock-cut caves were originally made for Ajivikas by Emperor Chandragupta Maurya.
3. At Ellora, caves were made for different faiths.
Which of the statements given above is/are correct?
(a) 1 only
(b) 2 and 3 only
(c) 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3
5. Recombinant DNA technology (Genetic Engineering) allows genes to be transferred
1. across different species of plants
2. from animals to plants
3. from microorganisms to higher organisms
Select the correct answer using the codes given below.
(a) 1 only
(b) 2 and 3 only
(c) 1 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3
6. The Chinese traveller Yuan Chwang (Hiuen Tsang) who visited India recorded the general conditions and culture of India at that time. In this context, which of the following statements is/are correct?
1. The roads and river-routes were completely immune from robbery.
2. As regards punishment for offences, ordeals by fire, water and poison were the instruments for determining the innocence or guilt of a person.
3. The tradesmen had to pay duties at ferries and barrier stations.
Select the correct answer using the codes given below.
(a) 1 only
(b) 2 and 3 only
(c) 1 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3
7. Consider the following
1. Star tortoise
2. Monitor lizard
3. Pygmy hog
4. Spider monkey
Which of the above found in India?
(a) 1, 2 and 3 only
(b) 2 and 3 only
(c) 1 and 4 only
(d) 1, 2, 3 and 4
8. Which of the following can be found as pollutants in the drinking water in some parts of India?
1. Arsenic
2. Sorbitol
3. Fluoride
4. Formaldehyde
5. Uranium
Select the correct answer using the codes given below.
(a) 1 and 3 only
(b) 2, 4 and 5 only
(c) 1, 3 and 5 only
(d) 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5
9. With reference to Indian History, the Members of the Constituent Assembly from the Provinces were
(a) directly elected by the people of those Provinces
(b) nominated by the Indian National Congress and the Muslim League
(c) elected by the Provincial Legislative Assemblies
(d) selected by the Government for their expertise in constitutional matters
10. Consider the following animals:
1. Sea cow
2. Sea horse
3. Sea lion
Which of the above is/are mammal/mammals?
(a) 1 only
(b) 1 and 3 only
(c) 2 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3
11. Consider the following statements
1. An amendment to the Constitution of India can be initiated by an introduction of a bill in the Lok Sabha only.
2. If such an amendment seeks to make changes in the federal character of the Constitution, the amendment also requires to be ratified by the legislature of all the States of India.
Which of the statements given above is/are correct?
(a) 1 only
(b) 2 only
(c) Both 1 and 2
(d) Neither 1 nor 2
12. Consider the following statements:
Attorney General of India can
1. take part in the proceedings of the Lok Sabha
2. be a member of a committee of the Lok Sabha
3. speak in the Lok Sabha
4. vote in the Lok Sabha
Which of the statements given above is/are correct?
(a) 1 only
(b) 2 and 4
(c) 1, 2 and 3
(d) 1 and 3 only
13. With reference to the usefulness of the by-products of sugar industry, which of the following statements is / are correct?
1. Bagasse can be used as biomass fuel for the generation of energy.
2. Molasses can be used as one of the feedstocks for the production of synthetic chemical fertilizers.
3. Molasses can be used for the production of ethanol.
Select the correct answer using the codes given below.
(a) 1 only
(b) 2 and 3 only
(c) 1 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3
14. Variations in the length of daytime and nighttime from season to season are due to
(a) the earth's rotation on its axis
(b) the earth's revolution round the sun in an elliptical manner
(c) latitudinal position of the place
(d) revolution of the earth on a tilted axis
15. The Narmada river flows to the west, while most other large peninsular rivers flow to the east. Why?
1. It occupies a linear rift valley.
2. It flows between the Vindhyas and the Satpuras.
3. The land slopes to the west from Central India.
Select the correct answer using the codes given below.
(a) 1 only
(b) 2 and 3
(c) 1 and 3
(d) None
16. On the planet earth, most of the freshwater exists as ice caps and glaciers. Out of the remaining freshwater, the largest proportion
(a) is found in atmosphere as moisture and clouds
(b) is found in freshwater lakes and rivers
(c) exists as groundwater
(d) exists as soil moisture
17. Consider the following pairs:
1. Nokrek Bio-
sphere Reserve : Garo Hills
2. Logtak (Loktak)
Lake : Barail Range
3. Namdapha
National Park : Dafla Hills
Which of the above pairs is/are correctly matched?
(a) 1 only
(b) 2 and 3 only
(c) 1, 2 and 3
(d) None
18. Consider the following:
1. Electromagnetic radiation
2. Geothermal energy
3. Gravitational force
4. Plate movements
5. Rotation of the earth
6. Revolution of the earth
Which of the above are responsible for bringing dynamic changes on the surface of the earth?
(a) 1, 2, 3 and 4 only
(b) 1, 3, 5 and 6 only
(c) 2, 4, 5 and 6 only
(d) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6
19. Which of the following bodies does not/do not find mention in the Constitution?
1. National Development Council
2. Planning Commission
3. Zonal Councils
Select the correct answer using the codes given below.
(a) 1 and 2 only
(b) 2 only
(c) 1 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3
20. The demand for the Tebhaga Peasant Movement in Bengal was for
(a) the reduction of the share of the landlords from one-half of the crop to one-third
(b) the grant of ownership of land to peasants as they were the actual cultivators of the land
(c) the uprooting of Zamindari system and the end of serfdom
(d) writing off all peasant debts
21. The Parliament can make any law for whole or any part of India for implementing international treaties
(a) with the consent of all the States
(b) with the consent of the majority of States
(c) with the consent of the States concerned
(d) without the consent of any State
22. In the grasslands, trees do not replace the grasses as a part of an ecological succession because of
(a) insects and fungi
(b) limited sunlight and paucity of nutrients
(c) water limits and fire
(d) None of the above
23. Which one of the following is the correct sequence of ecosystems in the order of decreasing productivity?
(a) Oceans, lakes, grasslands, mangroves
(b) Mangroves, oceans, grasslands, lakes
(c) Mangroves, grasslands, lakes, oceans
(d) Oceans, mangroves, lakes, grasslands
24. Contour bunding is a method of soil conservation used in
(a) desert margins, liable to strong wind action
(b) low flat plains, close to stream courses, liable to flooding
(c) scrublands, liable to spread of weed growth
(d) None of the above
25. The Government enacted the Panchayat Extension to Scheduled
Areas (PESA) Act in 1996. Which one of the following is not identified as its objective?
(a) To provide self-governance
(b) To recognize traditional rights
(c) To create autonomous regions in tribal areas
(d) To free tribal people from exploitation
26. Under the Scheduled Tribes and Other Traditional Forest Dwellers (Recognition of Forest Rights) Act, 2006, who shall be the authority to initiate the process for determining the nature and extent of individual or community forest rights or both?
(a) State Forest Department
(b) District Collector/Deputy Commissioner
(c) Tahsildar /Block Development Officer / Mandai Revenue Officer
(d) Gram Sabha

27. Improper handling and storage of cereal grains and oilseeds result in the production of toxins known as aflatoxins which are not generally destroyed by normal cooking process. Aflatoxins are produced by
(a) bacteria
(b) protozoa
(c) moulds
(d) viruses

28. 'Economic Justice' the objectives of Constitution has been as one of the Indian provided in
(a) the Preamble and Fundamental Rights
(b) the Preamble and the Directive Principles of State Policy
(c) the Fundamental Rights and the Directive Principles of State Policy
(d) None of the above

29. Due to improper / indiscriminate disposal of old and used computers or their parts, which of the following are released into the environment as e-waste?
1. Beryllium
2. Cadmium
3. Chromium
4. Heptachlor
5. Mercury
6. Lead
7. Plutonium

Select the correct answer using the codes given below.

(a) 1, 3, 4, 6 and 7 only
(b) 1, 2, 3, 5 and 6 only
(c) 2, 4, 5 and 7 only
(d) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7

30. Acid rain is caused by the pollution of environment by
(a) carbon dioxide and nitrogen
(b) carbon monoxide and carbon dioxide
(c) ozone and carbon dioxide
(d) nitrous oxide and sulphur dioxide

31. With reference to food chains in ecosystems, consider the following statements :
1. A food chain illustrates the order in which a chain of organisms feed upon each other.
2. Food chains are found within the populations of a species.
3. A food chain illustrates the numbers of each organism which are eaten by others.

Which of the statements given above is / are correct?

(a) 1 only
(b) 1 and 2 only
(c) 1, 2 and 3
(d) None

32. Consider the following pairs

National Park River flowing through the Park
1. Corbett National Park : Ganga
2. Kaziranga National Park : Manas
3. Silent Valley National Park : Kaveri

Which of the above pairs is/are correctly matched?

(a) 1 and 2
(b)3 only
(c) 1 and 3
(d) None

33. Consider the following organisms
1. Agaricus
2. Nostoc
3. Spirogyra

Which of the above is / are used as biofertilizer / biofertilizers

(a) 1 and 2
(b) 2 only
(e) 2 and 3
(d) 3 only

34. Which of the following adds / add nitrogen to the soil?
1. Excretion of urea by animals
2. Burning of coal by man
3. Death of vegetation

Select the correct answer using the codes given below.

(a) 1 only
(b) 2 and 3 only
(e) 1 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3

35. In which of the following States is lion-tailed macaque found in its natural habitat?
1. Tamil Nadu
2. Kerala
3. Karnataka
4. Andhra Pradesh

Select the correct answer using the codes given below.
(a) 1, 2 and 3 only
(b) 2 only
(c) 1, 3 and 4 only
(d) 1, 2, 3 and 4

36. Some Buddhist rock-cut caves are called Chaityas, while the others are called Viharas. What is the difference between the two?
(a) Vihara is a place of worship, while Chaitya is the dwelling place of the monks
(b)Chaitya is a place of worship, while Vihara is the dwelling place of the monks
(c) Chaitya is the stupa at the far end of the cave, while Vihara is the hall axial to it
(d) There is no material difference between the two

37. Which one of the following describes best the concept of Nirvana in Buddhism?
(a) The extinction of the flame of desire
(b) The complete annihilation of self
(c) A state of bliss and rest
(d) A mental stage beyond all comprehension

38. According to the Constitution of India, which of the following are fundamental for the governance of the country?
(a) Fundamental Rights
(b) Fundamental Duties
(c) Directive Principles of State Policy
(d) Fundamental Rights and Fundamental Duties

39. The people of India agitated against the arrival of Simon Commission because
(a) Indians never wanted the review of the working of the Act of 1919
(b) Simon Commission recommended the abolition of Dyarchy (Diarchy) in the Provinces
(c) there was no Indian member in the Simon Commission
(d) the Simon Commission suggested the partition of the country

40. Quit India Movement was launched in response to
(a) Cabinet Mission Plan
(b) Cripps Proposals
(c) Simon Commission Report
(d) Wavell Plan

41. The balance of payments of a country is a systematic record of
(a) all import and transactions of a during a given period normally a year
(b) goods exported from a country during a year
(c) economic transaction between the government of one country to another
(d) capital movements from one country to another

42. The Reserve Bank of India regulates the commercial banks in matters of
1. liquidity of assets
2. branch expansion
3. merger of banks
4. winding-up of banks

Select the correct answer using the codes given below.
(a) 1 and 4 only
(b) 2, 3 and 4 only
(c) 1, 2 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2, 3 and 4

43. An increase in the Bank Rate generally indicates that the
(a) market rate of interest is likely to fall
(b) Central Bank is no longer making loans to commercial banks
(c) Central Bank is following an easy money policy
(d) Central Bank is following a tight money policy

44. In India, deficit financing is used for raising resources for

(a) economic development
(b) redemption of public debt
(c) adjusting the balance of payments
(d) reducing the foreign debt

45. Which of the following characterizes/ characterize the people of Indus Civilization?
1. They possessed great palaces and temples.
2. They worshipped both male and female deities.
3. They employed horse-drawn chariots in warfare.
Select the correct statement/ statements using the codes given below.

(a) 1 and 2 only
(b) 2 only
(e) 1, 2 and 3
(d) None of the statements given above is correct

46. Which of the following diseases can be transmitted from one person to another through tattooing?
1. Chikungunya
2. Hepatitis B

Select the correct answer using the codes given below.
(a) 1 only
(b) 2 and 3 only
(e) 1 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3

47. Which of the following statements is/are applicable to Jain doctrine?
1. The surest way of annihilating Karma is to practice penance.
2. Every object, even the smallest particle has a soul.
3. Karma is the bane of the soul and must be ended.

Select the correct answer using the codes given below.

(a) 1 only
(b) 2 and 3 only
(c) 1 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3

48. Which one of the following terms describes not only the physical space occupied by an organism, but also its functional role in the community of organisms?
(a) Ecotone
(b) Ecological niche
(c) Habitat
(d) Home range

49. Photochemical smog is a resultant of the reaction among
(a) NO2, 03 and peroxyacetyl nitrate in the presence of sunlight
(b) CO, 02 and peroxyacetyl nitrate in the presence of sunlight
(c) CO, CO2 and N02 at low temperature
(d) High concentration of N02, O3 and CO in the evening

50. Consider the following minerals
1. Calcium
2. Iron
3. Sodium

Which of the minerals given above is/are required by human body for the contraction of muscles?
(a) 1 only
(b) 2 and 3 only
(c) 1 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3

51. Consider the following statements:
The Parliamentary Committee on Public Accounts
1. consists of not more than 25 Members of the Lok Sabha
2. scrutinizes appropriation finance accounts of Government
3. of the Auditor examines the report Comptroller and General of India

Which of the statements given a bove is / are correct?

(a) 1 only
(b) 2 and 3 only
(e) 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3

52. Consider the following Bhakti Saints:
1. Dadu Dayal
2. Guru Nanak
3. Tyagaraja

Who among the above was/were preaching when the Lodi dynasty fell and Babur took over?
(a) 1 and 3
(b) 2 only
(c) 2 and 3
(d) 1 and 2

53. With reference to the food chains in ecosystems, which of the following kinds of organism is / are known as decomposer organism/organisms?
1. Virus
2. Fungi
3. Bacteria

Select the correct answer using the codes given below.

(a) 1 only
(b) 2 and 3 only
(c) 1 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3

54. The most important fishing grounds of the world are found in the regions where
(a) warm and cold atmospheric currents meet
(b) rivers drain out large amounts of fresh water into the sea
(c) warm and cold oceanic currents meet
(d) continental shelf is undulating

55. Which of the following is/are unique characteristic/characteristics of equatorial forests?
1. Presence of tall, closely set trees with crowns forming a continuous canopy
2. Coexistence of a large number of species
3. Presence of numerous varieties of epiphytes

Select the correct answer using the code given below:

(a) 1 only
(b) 2 and 3 only
(c) 1 and 3 only
(d)1, 2 and 3

56. Which of the following constitute Capital Account?
1. Foreign Loans
2. Foreign Direct Investment
3. Private Remittances
4. Portfolio Investment

Select the correct answer using the codes given below.

(a) 1, 2 and 3
(b) 1, 2 and 4
(c) 2, 3 and 4
(d) 1, 3 and 4

57. Consider the following historical places:
1. Ajanta Caves
2. Lepakshi Temple
3. Sanchi Stupa

Which of the above places is / are also known for mural paintings?

(a) 1 only
(b) 1 and 2 only
(c) 1, 2 and 3
(d) None

58. With reference to the history of philosophical thought in India, consider the following statements regarding Sankhya school:
1 . Sankhya does not accept the theory of rebirth or transrmigration of soul.
2. Sankhya holds that it is the self-knowledge that leads to liberation and not any exterior influence or agent.

Which of the statements given above is /are correct?

(a) 1only
(b) 2 only
(c) Both 1 and 2
(d) Neither 1 nor 2

59. In the context of India, which of the following principles is/are implied institutionally in the parliamentary government?
1. Members of the Cabinet are Members of the Parliament.
2. Ministers hold the office till they enjoy confidence in the Parliament.
3. Cabinet is headed by the Head of the State.

Select the correct answer using the codes given below.
(a) 1 and 2 only
(b) 3 only
(c) 2 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3

60. The annual range of temperature in the interior of the continents is high as compared to coastal areas. What is / are the reason / reasons?
1. Thermal difference between land and water
2. Variation in altitude between continents and oceans
3. Presence of strong winds in the interior
4. Heavy rains in the interior as compared to coasts

Select the correct answer using the codes given below.
(a) 1 only
(b) 1 and 2 only
(c) 2 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2, 3 and 4

61. Which of the following is / are the characteristic/ characteristics of Indian coal?
1. High ash content
2. Low sulphur content
3. Low ash fusion temperature
Select the correct answer using the codes given below.

(a) 1 and 2 only
(b) 2 only
(c) 1 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3

62. Which of the following statements regarding laterite soils of India are correct?
1 . They are generally red in colour.
2. They are rich In nitrogen and potash.
3. Tiley are well-developed in Rajasthan and UP.
4. Tapioca and cashew nuts grow well on these soils.

Select the correct answer using the codes given below.
(a) 1, 2 and 3
(b) 2, 3 and 4
(c) 1 and 4
(d) 2 and 3 only

63. Consider the following statements:
1. Natural gas occurs in the Gondwana beds.
2. Mica occurs in abundance in Kodarma.
3. Dharwars are famous for petroleum.
Which of the statements given above is/are correct?

(a) 1 and 2
(b) 2 only
(c) 2 and 3
(d) None

64. Consider the following crops
2. Groundnut
3. Rice

Which of these are Kharif crops?

(a) 1 and 4
(b) 2 and 3 only
(c) 1, 2 and 3
(d) 2, 3 and 4

65. "Climate is extreme, rainfall is scanty and the people used to be nomadic herders."

The above statement best describes which of the following regions?

(a) African Savannah
(b) Central Asian Steppe
(c) North American Prairie
(d) Siberian Tundra

66. Consider the following statements :
1. Inflation benefits the debtors.
2. Inflation benefits the bond-holders.

Which of the statements given above is/are correct?
(a) 1 only
(b) 2 only
(c) Both 1 and 2
(d) Neither 1 nor 2

67. Disguised unemployment generally means

(a) large number of people remain unemployed
(b) alternative employment is not available
(c) marginal productivity of labour is zero
(d) productivity of workers is low

68. Consider the following statements:
1. The Council of Ministers in the Centre shall be collectively responsible to the Parliament.
2. The Union Ministers shall hold the office during the pleasure of the President of India.
3. The Prime Minister shall communicate to the President about the proposals for Iegislation.
69. Consider the following statements:
1.National Development Council is an organ of the Planning Commission.
2.The Economic and Social Planning is kept in the Concurrent List in the Constitution of India.
3.The Constitution of India prescribes that Panchayats should be assigned the task of preparation of plans for economic development and social justice.

Which of the statements given above is/are correct?
(a) 1 only
(b) 2 and 3 only
(c) 1 and 3 only
(d) 1,2 and 3

70. Consider the following statements:
1.The Chairman and the Deputy Chairman of the Rajya Sabha are not the members of that House.
2.While the nominated members of the two Houses of the Parliament have no voting right in the presidential election, they have the right to vote in the election of the Vice President.

Which of the statements given above is/are correct?
(a) 1 only
(b) 2 only
(c) Both 1 and 2
(d) Neither 1 nor 2

71. With reference to National Legal Services Authority, consider the following statements :
1. Its objective is to provide free and competent legal services to the weaker sections of the society on the basis of equal opportunity.
2.It issues guidelines for the State Legal Services Authorities to implement the legal programmes and schemes throughout the country.

Which of the statements given above is / are correct?
(a) 1 only
(b) 2 only
(C) Both 1 and 2
(d) Neither 1 nor 2

72. During a thunderstorm, the thunder in the skies is produced by the
1. meeting of cumulonimbus clouds in the sky
2. lightning that separates the nimbus clouds
3. violent upward movement of air and water particles

Select the correct answer using the codes given below.
(a) 1 only
(b) 2 and 3
(C) 1 and 3
(d) None of the above produces the thunder

73. Consider the following pairs :
Tribe State
1. Limboo (Limbu) : Sikkim
2. Karbi : Himachal Pradesh
3. Dongaria : Odisha
4. Bonda : Tamil Nadu

Which of the above pairs are correctly matched?
(a) 1 and 3 only
(b) 2 and 4 only
(c) 1, 3 and 4 only
(d) 1, 2, 3 and 4

74. Consider the following liquid assets:
1.Demand deposits with the banks
2.Time deposits with the banks
3.Savings deposits with the banks

The correct sequence of these decreasing order of Liquidity is
(a) 1-4-3-2
(b) 4-3-2-1
(c) 2-3-1-4
(d) 4-1-3-2

75.In the context of Indian economy,Open Market Operations' refers to
(a) borrowing by scheduled banks from the RBI
(b) lending by commercial banks to industry and trade
(c) purchase and sale of government securities by the RBI
(d) None of the above

76. Priority Sector Lending by banks in India constitutes the lending to
(a) agriculture
(b) micro and small enterprises
(c) weaker sections
(d) All of the above

77.Which one among the following industries is the maximum consumer of water in India?
(a) Engineering
(b) Paper and pulp
(e) Textiles
(d) Thermal power

78. To obtain full benefits of demographic dividend, what should India do?
(a) Promoting skill development
(b) Introducing more social security schemes
(c) Reducing infant mortality rate
(d) Privatization of higher education

79. In the context of cultural history of India, a pose in dance and dramatics called 'Tribhanga' has been a favourite of Indian artists from ancient times till today. Which one of the following statements best describes this pose?
(a) One leg is bent and the body is slightly but oppositely curved at waist and neck
(b) Facial expressions, hand gestures and make-up are combined to symbolize certain epic or historic characters
(c) Movements of body, face and hands are used to express oneself or to tell a story
(d) A little smile, slightly curved waist and certain hand gestures are emphasized to express the feelings of love or eroticism

80. Annie Besant was
1. responsible for starting the Home Rule Movement
2. the founder of the Theo-sophical Society
3. once the President of the Indian National Congress Select the correct statement/statements using the codes given below.

(a) 1 only
(b) 2 and 3 only
(c) 1 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3

81.The Ilbert Bill controversy was related to the
(a) imposition restrictions the Indians of certain to carry arms by Indians
(b) imposition of restrictions on newspapers and magazines published in Indian languages
(c) removal of disqualifications imposed on the Indian magistrates with regard to the trial of the Europeans
(d) removal of a duty on imported cotton cloth

82. A rise in general level of prices may be caused by
1. an increase in the money supply
2. a decrease in the aggregate level of output
3. an increase in the effective demand

Select the correct answer using the codes given below.
(a) 1 only
(b) 1 and 2 only
(c) 2 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3

83. Which one of the following groups of items is included in India's foreign-exchange reserves?
(a) Foreign-currency assets, Special Drawing Rights (SDRs) and loans from foreign countries
(b) Foreign-currency assets, gold oldings of the RBI and SDRs
(c) Foreign-currency assets, loans from the World Bank and SDRs
(d) Foreign-currency assets, gold holdings of the RBI and loans from the World Bank

84. Which one of the following is likely to be the most inflationary in its effect?
(a) Repayment of public debt
(b) Borrowing from the public to finance a budget deficit
(c) Borrowing from banks to finance a budget deficit
(d) Creating new money to finance a budget deficit

85.Supply of money remammg the same when there is an increase in demand for money, there will be
(a) a fall in the level of prices
(b) an increase in the rate of interest
(c) a decrease in the rate of interest
(d) an increase in the level of income and employment

86.Fruits stored in a cold chamber exhibit longer storage life because
(a) exposure to sunlight is prevented
(b) concentration dioxide in the is increased of carbon environment
(c) rate of respiration is decreased
(d) there is an increase in humidity

87. Consider the following fauna of India:
2.Leatherback turtle
3.Swamp deer

Which of the above is/are endangered?
(a) 1 and 2 only
(b) 3 only
(c) 1, 2 and 3
(d) None

88. Ball bearings are used in bicycles, cars, etc., because
(a) the actual between the is increased area of contact wheel and axle
(b) the effective between the is increased area of contact wheel and axle
(c) the effective between the is reduced area of contact wheel and axle
(d) None of the above statements is correct

89. Consider the following phenomena:
1. Size of the sun at dusk
2. Colour of the sun at dawn
3. Moon being visible at dawn
4. Twinkle of stars in the sky
5. Polestar beingvisible in the sky

Which of the above are optical illusions?
(a) 1, 2 and 3
(b) 3, 4 and 5
(c) 1, 2 and 4
(d) 2, 3 and 5
90. Rainbow is produced when sunlight falls on drops of rain.
Which of the following physical phenomena are responsible for this?
1. Dispersion
2. Refraction
3. Internal reflection
Select the correct answer using the codes given below.
(a) 1 and 2 only
(b) 2 and 3 only
(c) 1 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3

91. Many transplanted seedlings do not grow because
(a) the new soil does not contain favourable minerals
(b) most of the root hairs grip the new soil too hard
(c) most of the root hairs are lost during transplantation
(d) leaves get damaged during transplantation

92. Economic growth in country X will necessarily have to occur if
(a) there is technical progress in the world economy
(b) there is population growth in X
(c) there is capital formation in X
(d) the volume of trade grows in the world economy

93. Which of the following statements is / are correct?
1. Viruses lack enzymes necessary for the generation of energy.
2. Viruses can be cultured in any synthetic medium.
3. Viruses are transmitted from one organism to another by biological vectors only.
Select the correct answer using the codes given below.
(a) 1 only
(b) 2 and 3 only
(c) 1 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3

94. Which of the following leaf modifications occurs/occur in desert areas to inhibit water loss?
1. Hard and waxy leaves
2. Tiny leaves or no leaves
3. Thorns instead of leaves
Select the correct answer using the codes given below.
(a) 1 and 2 only
(b) 2 only
(c) 1 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3
95. The known forces of nature can be divided into four classes, viz, gravity electromagnetism, weak nuclear force and strong nuclear force. with reference to them, which one of the following statements is not correct?

(a) Gravity is the strongest of the four
(b) Electromagnetism act only on particles with an electric charge
(c) Weak nuclear force causes radioactivity
(d) Strong nuclear force holds protons and nutrons inside the nuclear of an atom.

96. The efforts to detect the existence of Higgs boson particle have become frequent news in the recent past. What is /are the importance/importances of discovering this particle?

1. It will enable us to understand as to why elementary particles have mass.
2. It will enables us in the near future to develope the technology to transferring matter from one point to another without traversing the physical space between them.
3. It will enable us to create better fuels for nuclear fission.
Select the correct answer using the codes given below:
(a) 1 only
(b) 2 and 3 only
(c) 1 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3

97. Mycorrhizal biotechnology has been used in rehabilitating degraded sites because mycorrhiza enables the plants to
1. resist drought and increase absorptive area
2. tolerate extremes of PH
3. Resist disease infestation

Select the correct answer using the codes given below:

(a) 1 only
(b) 2 and 3 only
(c) 1 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3

98. Who among the following constitute the National Development Council?
1. The Prime Minister
2. The Chairman, Finance Commission
3. Ministers of the Union Cabinet
4. Chief Ministers of the States

Select the correct answer using the codes given below:
(a) 1, 2 and 3 only
(b) 1, 3 and 4 only
(c) 2 and 4 only
(d) 1, 2, 3 and 4

99. The national income of a country for a given period is equal to the
(a) total value of goods and services produced by the nationals
(b) sum of total consumption and investement expenditure
(c) sum of personal income of all individuals
(d) money value of final goods and services produced

100. Which of the following grants/ grant direct credit assistance to rural households ?
1. Regional Rural Banks
2. National Bank for Agriculture and Rural Development
3. Land Development Banks

Select the correct anser using the codes given below:
(a) 1 and 2 only
(b) 2 only
(c) 1 and 3 only
(d) 1, 2 and 3

Oh what a circus, what a show.

I wonder what Stephen Harper is up to that we shouldn't be noticing...

God Speaking
The man whispered, "God, speak to me" And a meadowlark sang.
But the man did not hear.
So the man yelled "God, speak to me"
And the thunder & lightning rolled across the sky.
But the man did not listen.

The man looked around and said, "God, let me see you." And a star shined
brightly. But the man did not see.
And, the man shouted, "God, show me a miracle" And a life was born. But the man did not notice.
So, the man cried out in despair, "Touch me, God, and let me know you are here"
Whereupon, God reached down and touched the man. But the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on.
I found this to be a great reminder that God is always around us in the
little and simple things that we take for granted. .even in our electronic
age . . . so I would like to add one more: The man cried "God, I need your help" . . . and an e-mail arrived reaching out with good news and encouragement.

But the man deleted it and continued crying..... The good news is that you are loved. Don't miss out on a blessing because it isn't packaged the way that you expect.


I was born in 1962 in Tbilisi, Georgia. Since my childhood I have been writing poetry, much of which has been published in various newspapers and magazines. At the age of 18 I was drafted into the military service of the Soviet Union. I spent the next two years in Russian combat boots. Later on I entered Tbilisi State University, faculty of philology, where I studied Georgian language and literature. I speak Russian and keep trying to learn English. I have a wife and a daughter.

I have published 4 books. 1) – “Two Seaside” – together with my friend, 2) “Sinful Son” in 1996 published by the editorial office “LETA” 3) “Winter Monologue” – which included the story “The Way of Flour”. I also have written three religious poems that comprise a trilogy: I - “The Voice from the World” – the episode of Abel and Kane, II – “The Star and the Three Magi,” and III --“Begin in Love and Settle in Our Hearts”. All of those stories were published in the Georgian language and have not yet been translated into any other languages. I am a member of the Georgian Writers’ Union. The famous German scientist and scientist for Georgian language Haines Fenrikh has published a catalogue of Georgian writers in Germany; my name is listed in this catalogue.

favourite books
The Way of Flour
By Sevarion Nadiradze
Translated by Giorgi Rukhadze
Edited by Mary Neal Meador

I dedicate this short story to all countries like mine: territorially small but sovereign, on the verge of disappearance yet existing alongside the great and powerful, and always striving for morality and freedom.

• The Village and Its Priest
• Badur and Jibo
• Durmishkhan and Tedo
• Tekle
• Ivan, Tsikha, and the Art Studio
• Travel
• A Split
• A Fatal Meeting
• The Rally
• Theft on a Train
• “Adolph” Mamulia
• Carpenter Gigla Gabroshvili
• The Village Asks for Mercy
• Tedo’s Confession
• The Confession of Ivan the Painter
• A Stalinist Stalwart
• Something Strange Was Going On
• Saying Good-bye to the Village

Since my childhood I have had an unusual interest. I was always fascinated by flour and everything connected to it. When I walked around the village with my grandmother, I used to stop and stare for hours while the flour bags were unloaded at the baker's. I also loved to watch how they kneaded the dough. I often stayed for a long time at the baker's observing how the specially made, rounded and flattened dough in the thones changed color and turned into a nice shoti bread. My granny was happy, saying how quickly and positively the fresh village air affected me.
I loved the village. I could gaze endlessly through the wheat fields, feel their golden stalks, and listen to them rustling. This went on until harvest time. Then the monstrous combines would thunder on the village roads, and the blood would press up to my throat. I wanted to shout, "Stop it, let the wheat field rustle a bit more!" but no one paid much attention to me. At night, I would cover my head with a blanket and cry until I fell asleep, waking up still in tears. I didn't feel like eating at all, especially bread; I felt guilty taking a bite. Like a ghost, I used to follow the trucks that were loaded with wheat. I could hear the wheat grains asking me for help, they didn't want to be torn away from their roots. I could hear small birds scrambling in the straw, expressing their alarm, despair, and hopelessness, as I watched how the millers paced around the river bank, winnowing, drying, and preparing the golden grains for milling into soft, white flour.

Chapter 1

The Village and Its Priest

At first sight, my village was not much different from other villages. In April the hills would capture your eyes with many subtle shades of green. In October it would turn golden, and in winter, a horrible gray and black. Sometimes the fog would be pulled over the village like a white hat, and when the sun shone, the hat would be thrown up to the clouds as if the village wanted to warm up its bald head. After that we waited for a new green covering, coming in as gradually as a baby bird’s new feathers, to herald the mysterious spring transformation.
If you wanted to observe my village properly, you would have to follow the narrow paths, see the lovely riverbank, and pay attention to the cattle, sheep, and goats, the hen-houses, barns, and haylofts, the lonely thones standing like mushrooms. You could stop for a minute at the village exchange, pop in to the village club-house, which even had its own art studio, and have a look into the small, intricate church. There you would find the village priest, a diligent servant of God, Father Zakaria Mrevlishvili, saying a mass every single morning.
The art studio was situated in one of the largest rooms of the village club-house. It was the only place the village had for developing fine art and culture. Every corner of it was full of unfinished works of art: portraits, half-broken monuments, still-life pictures, village views, and sensual-looking portraits of plump, naked women. These pictures, with their charm and shamelessness, caused the male villagers’ faces to grow slightly longer. So if you notice a man with a longer face in any part of Georgia, it is a sign that he had been to our village art studio at least once. Then you can ask him about the stories that I am going to tell you. They all concern what I want to draw your attention to: the sins that had accumulated in our village. The village priest, Father Zakaria, who gave hope and care to the poor, the weak, and the hopeless, was doing his best to wipe out the deplorable results of those sins.
This gentle priest puzzled the villagers. Some who knew the Bible well thought that Father Zakaria was like John the Baptist when he said, “Repent ye: for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.” For those less familiar with the Bible, he seemed more like a fanatic dreamer, though thanks to his hard work, it was hard to find anyone in the village who hadn’t hear dthe Word of God from him.
No one remembered precisely when Father Zakaria came to the village, a young, strong, and healthy servant of God. He had very deep blue eyes, a gentle look, and a sweet voice. Thanks to his hard work, the parish of the village gradually grew larger and stronger. They carefully repaired a basilica-style fifteenth-century church and set to worship God. In this small parish, there were people who could sing church songs, and their chanting gave a bit more strength and peace to the people who came for prayer. When Father Zakaria's preaching turned into a powerful force, however, the Soviet government was horrified. Humble, pale from fasting, and unfit, Zakaria scared the Communist village government out of its wits with his spiritual strength. His biblical appearance affected even Cheka school graduates.
From the beginning the security services put enormous pressure on the priest, and a path was worn between the village church and a mysterious intelligence building where the KGB agents worked. However, they couldn't manage to get their bloody hands on Zakaria's heart despite trying a bundle of dirty tricks; his heart was closed to evil forever. They did their best to involve him in the Loyal Informers Fraternity, but their efforts were in vain. At last, when he refused to take the position of bishop—an offer certainly made in return for selling his soul—he was branded a sworn enemy of the people and sent to prison.
But in his prison cell Zakaria's blue eyes blazed with amazing holiness. In a short period of time he managed to bring almost all the inhabitants of the prison to Christianity. Even those who were fulfilling KGB secret missions or, in other words, working as informers in KGB dungeons, confessed their sins. Now these people, having had their hearts opened by Father Zakaria, were so full of repentance that they were ready to meet their maker. To avoid the threat he posed, the Communists kept Father Zakaria moving from prison to prison at least once a month; thus, he had made the circuit through almost all the prisons, first in Georgia, then in Russia and distant Siberia. But wherever Father Zakaria stepped, weeds would not grow any more.
It used to take only a short period of time for the priest, on fire with the strength of his faith, to save even the most evil person. He could spend nights on his knees praying, seeing that even the most dangerous criminals would eventually subject themselves to his merciful words. In Communist circles they gradually came to the conclusion that it was dangerous to keep Father Zakaria in prison, as if he had a bad influence on the prisoners, spoiling their consciousness with religion. Although he was physically weakened from being in prison, Father Zakaria was much firmer spiritually. They determined that there were two ways to solve this problem: either release Father Zakaria or murder him, so they laid the groundwork for a plan to kill the priest. Foolishly, the Communists accused him of being an agent for foreign intelligence services, and they sentenced him to capital punishment. However, a few hours before the execution, the World Patriarch from Greece, and the Pope in the Vatican sent an extremely strong note to the Kremlin categorically demanding the release of an innocent priest.
This statement was instantly followed by such tough pressure on the U.S.S.R. from the countries of Western Europe and the United States that even the leaders of the Communist Party couldn't hide their astonishment. They looked again and again at the photograph of the frail priest, and said in their rough voices; "Look at this ant bite, such a huge scar it made on us." They couldn't explain or even understand why the whole world was so desperately defending this “superstitious” priest, born in a remote village in Georgia, and they envied him a bit. This support had a result; the Communist regime had to give up and release Father Zakaria. To save face, they announced that it would be better for the priest to go worship God in a small village, rather than all over the country.
Thus, at the end of the 1950s, the priest returned to his downtrodden and backward village, which had experienced the devastation of World War II. But his return made a real change. As soon as Father Zakaria came back, the village revived and started a new life as if it had woken up from a long sleep. It was as though the hens went on cackling, but in a different voice; as if the roosters were waking up the village in a different way; as if the brave dogs were barking in new voices from the boundaries of their yards. The priest looked so calm, as if he had come not from prison, but from Heaven, for just a minute to have a look at the village. By the time the euphoria caused by Father Zakaria’s arrival had faded, he had managed to buy a skinny donkey and become a real missionary. More than that, the whole village remembers how in the 1960s he went to the capital city of Tbilisi on his donkey. It took him seven days to get there, and no one covered his way with palm leaves, either while entering or leaving the city. Curious people would stop and gaze with delight at this exceptional sight. Rambunctious children couldn't hide their joy, running after the priest yelling and supporting the exhausted father with their cheerful cries. Even the clergymen were confused when they saw a priest riding a donkey on the way to Sioni Cathedral. One of the bishops got in his Volga, slammed the door, and gave such a dirty look to Zakaria that you would have thought it was that servant of civilization, Cain the mason, sitting in the Volga glaring at his brother, Abel the shepherd, as he rode the donkey.
Even those priests who were well aware of Orthodox Christian literature didn't know how to greet the priest on his donkey, or even where to keep the donkey itself. While planning and building the city, such situations weren’t anticipated, so there was no place left for grazing cattle. But thanks to God everything was sorted out. The donkey was tied in the green meadow nearby, and the front door of the cathedral was thrown wide open to greet the priest. While Father Zakaria was talking to a priest inside, the children picked up soft fresh grass for the hungry donkey. The donkey felt their warm friendship and showed its teeth occasionally as if it were smiling at them. The sound of its braying was absolutely new for the giant ear of the city, which because of Red Industrialization had gotten used to hearing only the sounds of factories.
Father Zakaria impressed his spiritual brothers immensely. The intense holy flame of faith in his eyes transferred itself to everyone. Beyond this holy candlelight, you could easily see the natural Christian modesty and the enormous kindness of this scholar of religion.
The police followed Father Zakaria's unusual visit with great interest, and the braying of the donkey was as new to their ears as it was to the city itself. For one moment they decided to arrest him again, but they soon changed their minds when they remembered how dangerous he could be in prison. However, to prevent such visits in the future, they managed to send experienced agents provocateurs to the exit of the city to meet Zakaria. One of them was a fat old street-sweeper woman who could hardly speak Georgian. She called Father Zakaria names, using terrible words unsuitable coming from a woman, and throwing stones at him like an experienced athlete. The priest of the village received the blows obediently; no one knew better than he that Christianity required such a sacrifice from him. Each time a stone hit him, he begged the Lord to forgive this imprudent woman her terrible behavior. When the woman felt that her artillery had done its job, she threw herself in for close combat. The sweeper, who had been well-trained by the KGB, used the handle of her broom like a samurai sword.
Badly beaten and tortured, Zakaria could hardly make his way back to the village, and the satisfied sweeper was paid the promised thirty pieces of silver and sent home.

Chapter 2
Badur and Jibo
I don't really remember where I read it, but in my youth I latched on to the idea that in ancient Georgia, and maybe all over the world, nobody had fences around their land. Instead, they had thones built on their boundaries, and they baked the bread of unity. I think that the baking of bread must have been some kind of ritual or celebration in old times. I imagine that on one certain day all the thones were fired up, and our ancestors gathered around them singing and dancing. After that a huge feast would take place. They would pay respect to the bread, kneeling beside the thones, kissing the hands of the bakers, then carrying on with the feast. Hot bread on the table was regarded as an object of veneration; bread was worshiped by the pagans, who saw their gods’ handiwork in it. My vision of this ritual was so vivid that I felt I could touch it, and the scent of bread seemed so real that I didn't know whether it was myth or reality. The border blurred between the visible and the invisible, and I seemed to see a prehistoric thone as a tower of survival and unity, a reverse Tower of Babel.
I grew attached to this imaginative vision, and trying to make the dream and reality more tangible, I started to rummage through the past. I took myself to the shelves of a library. When I couldn't find anything special on the subject, I started traveling, searching every nook and cranny of the various parts of Georgia in hopes of coming across a real-life example. But like a monster with its iron jaws, a combine of failure cut down my dreams. The more I searched, the more I found different kinds of hedges and barriers instead of thones. The newer the fence was, the higher and larger it loomed as a sign of loneliness, loss of unity, and isolation. I felt sad, as if I were losing the bricks of my imagined thone one by one, while other people were collecting those bricks and building a new Tower of Babel using my thoughts, blood, flesh, belief, country, language, and traditions as cement for it.
I felt that the failure of my dream would keep me in that tower forever. I had not yet seen its face, but perhaps everyone else was in touch with it. Each of them carried a single brick to build a monster that would defeat love and kindness. But when I was at my wits’ end, when my existence had lost its meaning, I found the thing I had been seeking for such a long time in the very village where I lived. After all, the Bible says "And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart." What I had been looking for, ransacking libraries, and traveling around in every single part of Georgia, I found right there in my village. It was a thone built at the edge of the estates of Badur and Jibo, childhood friends of mine. My happiness was immense. I touched the thone, I knelt and kissed it, I looked at it as a magical and deeply rooted site of worship, the stairs leading to the Gospel truth.
The grandfathers of Badur and Jibo, Bikenti Zviadadze and Imeda Mkhedrishvili, had built that thone at the border of their estates as a sign of faithful friendship and unity. After their deaths, it was revealed that these two men had left the same will, saying that no one should ever draw a boundary between their estates or erect a fence, and that their descendants should also take care of the thone. The village used to call this a unity thone. The best bread was baked there, so if anyone was having a feast they wanted to bake the bread of unity in that particular thone. Some people even came from neighboring villages to bake their delicious lavashi.
There were hundreds of rumors about that thone. Some said that if a fence was erected between the estates of Zviadadze and Mkhedrishvili, it would lead to misfortune. It came to pass that the prediction came true. The military coup started on the same day in 1991 when the grandsons ignored their grandfathers' wishes and built a stone boundary between their estates. This was the very day when the heavy chain of misfortune was forged, weighing down the people who loved freedom. And the most tragic days for Georgia started just after that, when Badur and Jibo filled the unity thone with fire bricks. From that day the bread lost its taste. The thone, which used to have a sunny look about it, started to resemble a waning moon, cold and stern. Abkhazia and Samachablo were lost, Georgian mothers started crying, people were divided into two rival camps, and life and death fights took place between them. Badur and Jibo became involved in that fight.
Badur Zviadadze used to be nursed at the breast by Jibo's mother, Mzevinar, and Jibo was fed by Badur's mother, Lali. Badur was only a month younger than Jibo. They learned to walk together, and just like twins, they couldn't do without each other. Mzevinar used to rock both cradles for one week, and for the next week Lali would do it. Being together grew into a habit for the friends, and they took care of each other’s estates like their own. Even their parents couldn’t tell them apart. "We have two children," they used to say, and both families cared for both boys. They used to buy two of everything, one for their own child and the other for his friend. Years passed by without noticing, and the boys' characters grew more defined. Jibo was stronger and tougher, while Badur was slim, but very hard-working and intelligent. Jibo stayed in school thanks to Badur’s encouragement. For his part, Jibo defended his friend from bullies, breaking a number of noses to help Badur, even getting a bloody nose himself on the village roads. He would fight to the last drop of blood and would never let his friend be oppressed.
Once, when the boys were about ten years old, studious Badur sacrificed his own safety to protect tough Jibo. When they crept into sleepy-head Vano's watermelon yard, a dog that was hanging around ran after them. Badur deliberately slowed down and shielded Jibo. The huge bear-like Caucasian Shepherd drove his fangs straight into Badur’s thigh. Luckily, the owner managed to come in time, although Jibo had already grabbed the dog's hind legs, pulling them in desperation. Vano, instead of taking care of badly wounded Badur, struck frightened Jibo on his head. The unfortunate boy was bleeding to death; the dog's huge fangs had hit the artery directly. He was lucky that his neighbors managed to fasten a belt around his thigh and get him to the regional hospital. It took an hour for the surgeons to operate on him. Some extra blood was necessary. Badur and Jibo had often boasted that even their blood belonged to the same blood group. Young Jibo remembered this and told the doctor he was willing to give blood for his friend. Mzevinar stroked her son's head as the tears ran down her face. Poor Lali was standing around her unconscious son praying to God to save his life. As soon as Badur received his friend's blood, he opened his eyes and asked for some bread from his grandfather's thone. Someone was immediately sent back to the village to fetch the bread, and Jibo's father, Big-Ear Mikho, ordered a big meal in the nearest restaurant. A special table was laid. The happy father of the saved child, the famous hunter Kible Zviadadze, was appointed as a tamada. He drank a lot of fresh Rkatsiteli wine, danced happily several times, and stumbled tipsily through the entryway of his house. Even though he was happy and relieved that evening, it didn't stop him from shooting Vano's purebred Caucasian Shepherd, which had been specially brought from the mountains of the Kazbegi region. This dog had long been known for frightening the villagers, chasing them around the curved paths of the village.
Sleepy-head Vano couldn't say a word. He picked twenty of the largest watermelons he could find in his garden and took them to the hospital. He insisted on paying for Badur’s treatment as well. But they didn't let him; they told him he'd be better off holding his dog's funeral. So there was a huge feast at Vano's overnight. He was a bit sad because of his dog's death, but how could he object out loud? While they were feasting, Badur had to undergo a procedure to prevent rabies. But the word “procedure” itself doesn't really express the pain the young boy felt as he cried from the injection, given from a three-gram–capacity syringe. Father Zakaria preached in the village church, and the next day he went to see Badur and gave him a Bible as a present. Jibo’s father, big-Ear Mikho, was not a religious man, and he gave a dirty look to the priest, but seeing Kible's obedient look, he felt ashamed. Badur was soon discharged from hospital. Vano left the door of his watermelon yard wide open for the young people of the village; however, no more than three watermelons were eaten. No one crept into Vano's yard after that day. In fact, Vano himself began to load his motorbike with watermelons and give them to his surprised neighbors, who were amazed at his change of heart.
When they were teenagers, Jibo and Badur became a little bit introverted. "They need a change," said Mikho, so he took them to Tbilisi. He showed them around all over the town, he took them to the zoo and the botanic garden. Surprisingly, he took them to the Opera House where Swan Lake was being performed. When the slim swan ballerinas started dancing, Mikho ordered the boys to cover their eyes with their hands. They had to leave the Opera House, sighing and moaning. Ballet fans were confused, staring at Mikho and the curious boys, who were secretly peeping at the wonderful "birds." Of course, every time they did this, they got a kick from Mikho.
But, the main thing happened in the circus. Jibo remembered that day for the rest of his life. However, I'll wait and tell you about that unpleasant adventure later on.

Chapter 3

Durmishkhan and Tedo

Just like every other village in Georgia, our village had an "exchange." It formed itself in the center of the village at the most important and strategic crossroads. This institution had been founded, unlike any other local organization, with neither the consent of the District Committee Secretary nor any documentation of permission. Idle young villagers loitered there every day. It was the hard-working farmers who branded them "idle," although the loiterers would have pointed out that they regularly broke a sweat playing cards, dominos, and backgammon. Occasionally, they played dice, some of them losing and some winning; some had to pay, and some got to take. Naturally, it was the source for every rumor spread around the village.
The exchange was also a gate for the village. If someone came to the village as an enemy, it became a fortress. This was the place where anyone might be obliged to give an explanation of his deeds, the place where disputes were settled. Here, important decisions were made about who was right and who was wrong. And it was the place where a blue banner symbolizing peace and treaty would be waved. In short, the exchange lived with its own set of unwritten laws.
The village club-house was situated just a couple of hundred meters from the exchange. If you passed the exchange on the way to the club-house, you couldn't miss Durmishkhan Chamashvili. This once well-respected man had deep sad eyes, and he associated only with the village dogs. No one knew exactly who or what had made this happen.
When Father Zakaria returned from prison, the first thing he did was go see Durmishkhan. Well-educated and honest, Durmishkhan had once been a role model for the whole village. He was a decent, happily married man who had built a nice two-story house by virtue of his hard work. And all of a sudden he went off his head. This fact had puzzled the village for years. None of them had a clue what had happened to this formerly strong-willed husband and father. There were many rumors floating around: they said the reason for his madness was the trouble that had fallen over his closest friend, Tedo Kibrotsashvili. Tedo, once a broad-shouldered man as big and strong as a whale, had been flattened and twisted into a question mark by destiny.
Durmishkhan and Tedo were the closest friends. They used to run together in the wheat fields and build imaginary forts, spending the happiest, most adventure-filled days of their childhood together. Even after they grew up, they wore a chain of friendship made of beautiful flowers and pebbles from the river. They helped each other build houses. They even got married on the same day. When Durmishkhan understood that Tedo was going to get married to his girl, Zhuzhuna, he proposed to Tekle, a charming young lady from the village on the opposite bank of the river. He had been chasing that girl for three years. When he finally asked her to marry him, Durmishkhan was almost certain that she would refuse. He even leaned over and offered his cheek to slap, but surprisingly, Tekle accepted his proposal. She said softly, "At last you let me know that you are a real man."
They had the wedding party on the same sunny autumn day, and in spite of the extra time it took, each was the other’s best man. First, Durmishkhan and Tekle signed, and Tedo and Zhuzhuna witnessed their signatures; after that, while Tedo and Zhuzhuna were signing, Durmishkhan and Tekle witnessed. The civil services were attended by the Second Secretary of the Regional Committee. He was furious when the line of cars went from the Regional Committee building to the village church and Father Zakaria blessed their marriages, offering them a sweet sherbet to try. So they were doubly blessed, and their friendship was strengthened even further. For twenty years they had dinner together, and during that time they had children. Tedo had a son and a daughter, while Durmishkhan had three sons and a daughter. As the children grew up, they continued their families’ friendship. They led their lives together, sometimes calm and sometimes full of trouble. When it was time to work they used to work together; when it was time for having fun, they had fun together; when it was time for hunting and feasting, they hunted and feasted, always together.
Tedo and Durmishkhan were looking at the future with a great hope, already planning for their sons and daughters to get married; they could practically hear the sound of their future grandchildren. But one day horrible news struck the village. "A tractor ran over a man!" the people shouted, and the news spread around the village like wild fire. It was Tedo. He had fallen asleep in the field, and Genadi's tractor had run over him. Unconscious and near death, Tedo was so enormously swollen that not a single hospital agreed to admit him.
The village carpenter offered help by making some material available for a coffin, even starting to build it, when Father Zakaria said that no one could help Tedo but God. The priest took the dying man to the church, buried him in flour up to his head, and called on the villagers to fast for two weeks. The poor villagers drank only distilled water for a week, and Father Zakaria didn't leave the church. Durmishkhan felt the painful possibility of losing his best friend. Three times that week, he attempted to hang himself and shoot himself, but luckily his neighbors were able to prevent him from doing so.
After a week, the door of the church opened, and Father Zakaria walked out; his face wore the marks of exhaustion, and his eyes were covered with the mist of fatigue. The whole village held its breath in expectation. Even dogs and roosters stopped barking and cock-a-doodle-doing.
"He is alive," said Father Zakaria, and the villagers breathed out with relief. The next day a huge feast took place, and the villagers--who had fasted for a week--somehow ate the whole week’s food in a day. The joyful sound of drums and harmonicas was spread around the village, and none of them paid attention to Father Zakaria's advice: that such a feast could cause problems after fasting. This enormous eating and drinking binge did indeed have bad consequences, and many of the villagers had to go to the doctor with terrible indigestion. But Durmishkhan was so delighted by the news that he stayed at the table to the very end, drinking every single glass of wine. For the first time in a week, he fell asleep peacefully, his head on the full breasts of Tekle.
Father Zakaria didn't let anyone go into the cell where Tedo lay for a month. Then, only Durmishkhan was allowed to go in and see his friend. He could hardly recognize Tedo, who was so flattened by the tractor and so shrunk in the flour he looked like an embryo curled up in its mother’s womb. Seeing his friend like this, he fainted, and it took the rest of the day for the villagers to bring him back to his senses. Durmishkhan was never the same; he.turned into an introverted person, withdrawing more and more each year. By the end of the third year, he had gone off his head completely. He spent his days going door to door with a small flour sack on his back, begging for flour.
"A handful of flour, please," he used to ask people, then he would gather all the flour in the bag and take it home. He would collect dry branches from the grapevines and trees, put them into the thone, and set a fire. When the embers were hot enough, he would roll his sleeves up, wash his hands properly, and knead the dough, adding a handful of salt and sugar. He would put the balls of dough on ketsies and stick them right onto the flaming embers. "They are love pies," he used to say. Durmishkhan's two-story house, once full of life and fun, was getting filled up with these pies. Every nook and cranny was full of them, and he himself no longer slept in his bed at all. He used to lie on the floor like a dog, with his hands under his chin and his eyes closed. When a sudden noise would come he would open them immediately, like a cat. He ran like a madman after mice and rats, killing then with the boots that Tedo had given him as a birthday present. Although he could hunt even better than cats, he couldn’t stand them. He would run after them like a dog, jumping over fences, chasing them up the trees. So the village cats were more afraid of him than of any dog in the village.
But, on the other hand, he had a friendly attitude toward dogs from the first day of his illness. He used to bark as if he was talking to them. They would reply with barks, and this would go on for hours as if Durmishkhan had learned the language of dogs. All the dogs loved him, and when he walked along the curving paths of the village to ask for flour, the dogs escorted him. “Oh, oh, the poor man,” the elderly women of the village would say. No one dared to laugh at him, even when some shepherd-dogs barked maniacally while following him. The members of his family couldn't say a word to him about his behavior; he would take offense and cry like a child. As a result, he was free like a bird. The dogs ran in and out, messing up the shining floors of the house--maintained by hard-working Tekle--helping Durmishkhan catch rats and mice. When he was out collecting flour, several of the dogs were always on duty, lying on the floor in strategic places, occasionally opening one eye to watch. His family was in a pitiable situation. Beautiful Tekle started dressing in black and turned into a shadow. The family collapsed.
Tedo , on the other hand, recovered, though not completely. He was a ghost compared to how he looked before, but he was as hard-working and smart as ever. From dawn to dusk he pottered in the vineyard, and on steaming hot days, he loved to have a glass of Rkatsiteli just like he had in the old days.

Chapter 4

Durmishkhan's wife, Tekle, was a member of a prominent family, the Gomiashvilis. Her grandmother Margo, or “pretty Margo” as she was called, had grown to be famous in Georgia. At the beginning of the 1930s, Tekle's grandfather Markoz decided to go to the city to find a job. He started working as a chef for one of the restaurants in Tbilisi, located across the street from the Writers’ Union. This restaurant was special; the members of the most popular literary and political circles of Georgia gathered there regularly. You could also catch famous personalities and celebrities seeing and being seen at the tables.
Tekle's grandmother used to work as a waitress in that very restaurant. Soon everyone noticed that the waitress had an amazing talent for poetry. She used to speak with customers, especially the poets, in verse. For instance, when she met a new customer for the first time, she would say:

Have a nice ham
Pretty Margo
Expert in poems I am

When Besarion Leksadze and his wife sat at the table, Margo approached them, saying "Besarion's wife should eat cheese pie with a knife."
As it turned out Besarion's wife really did love cheese pie, and she felt slightly embarrassed about the way the waitress made puns. If the customers drank too much, which might lead to a scuffle, Margo would go to the drunk customers and say, "Be quiet and slow, I wish you to go." The feasters would burst into laughter and leave the restaurant in a good mood.
Sometimes, when the restaurant had too much beer in stock and wanted to push sales, Margo would say; "Drink our beer, it’s not bad at all, use every minute you have, don’t drop the ball." Once a young poet walked into the restaurant, and when he got tipsy, he put his eye on Margo and started to wink at her over and over. Margo couldn't stand it, so she said to him:

Want me to bring you something bitter, a lot?
My husband is chef and ready to cook it, a lot.
I've seen him beating up some people, a lot.
Eating up guys like you a lot!

The poet was so frightened he rushed out the restaurant, forgetting to pay for his meal.
As time passed by, Margo’s ad-libs were displayed on the restaurant walls: "If you don't want a lickin’, you should eat our chicken," or "Once you try our steak pie, you’ll fly up in the sky," and "Want to laugh until nine? Drink a lot of our wine, you'll get along fine." The walls throughout the whole building were covered with her clever verses.
The talent of this young woman drew the attention of well-connected men of letters. Thanks to their recommendations, she became a member of the Communist Party, and her book, A Waitress's Diary, was published. This book was given to Tekle as a wedding present. it stayed one of the precious relics of the family. They placed this book on the bookshelf right next to the famous epic poem The Knight in the Panther’s Skin by Shota Rustaveli, Georgia’s famous medieval poet. One of the streets in the neighborhood was named after Margo Gomiashvili, the woman poet. In the village they still have a canteen called Pretty Margo, and in the entrance you can read some of her lines inviting you to have a good time.

You won't find better bread than in here
Having drunk our wine, you'll fall on your rear.
You'll meet people from Batumi and Gori
Escaping from a life that would utterly bore me.

Tekle used to boast about her grandmother’s talent, and she often put Durmishkhan down, taunting him, "Just tell me if you had anyone who was such a scholar among your ancestors." Usually Durmishkhan wouldn't answer back. You couldn't find another person as modest and accepting as he was. Even if you broke his head, he wouldn't retaliate. Because of this, the villagers started taking advantage of him, bullying and making fun of him. Often, Tedo said to his unfairly singled-out friend, "Durmishkhan, say something! How can you stand such humiliation? Get back at them; let them know that your fists work!" but Durmishkhan would reply calmly, “If you see a person rolling in the mud, you shouldn't lie beside him like a pig. You should give him your hand and pull him up to your level." So the years passed, and lots of people around Durmishkhan were rolling around in the mud. He stood among them offering to bring them up, but none of them wanted to take his hand. When Durmishkhan went off his head, and stretched out his hand for help, he sank in the turbulent sea of life like the captain of a ship. Nobody knew what would have happened if not for Father Zakaria standing on the other side of the sea like a lighthouse at the harbor.

Chapter 5

Was Cup defeat a sad farewell for Hunt?

By Gomolemo Motshwane
Pretoria – Gavin Hunt gave a “final salute” to his players at the post-match press conference Saturday evening after SuperSport United’s Cup Final loss to Kaizer Chiefs.

His bid to finish his stint with SuperSport as he’d started it, ended in sorrow as Amakhosi crushed his hopes for a fairytale send off before he most likely joins Wits in the new season. Chiefs, on the other hand, can say they have lived up to their slogan and “reclaimed the glory” after completing a league and Cup double.

For SuperSport’s players, there’s the sad reality that their toils this season have gone unrewarded.

“The players have been great. I thought we were magnificent. I thought we deserved more, that’s for sure,” Hunt said. “My players gave their all. If the players give their best I can never fault them.”

For Hunt, winning the Nedbank Cup would have been the perfect way to end an otherwise spectacular six-year tenure at the Tshwane club.

For the players it was a double blow, having to deal with the coach leaving and suffering a crushing loss in the final.

The win for Chiefs came courtesy of a Bernard Parker goal in extra-time after the match ended goalless after 90 minutes. What further compounded the trauma for Matsatsantsa was that they played most of the second half of extra-time with 10 men after Sibusiso Zuma pulled a hamstring when they had made all three substitutions.

The post-match team talk was meant to be joyous. But Hunt ended up having to console his battle scared warriors. It was the kind of final team talk the coach was dreading, especially in the knowledge that he’s leaving the Matsatsantsa a Pitori. After the game, the United coach conceded that Chiefs had been the better side.

“Chiefs played the better game. I knew if the match opened up, as it did, we would be in trouble. We can’t match their individual skills. They have star quality throughout. Certainly for me they were the better side,” he said.

Yet Hunt still couldn’t help but feel that with a little luck they could have pulled off an upset.

“You don't always get what you deserve. I thought we deserved much better than that. There was only one team in it until they scored, but that's been the story of our whole season, hasn't it? We should have been 3-0 up before they scored,” Hunt said.

Kermit Erasmus had the captain’s armband surprisingly taken away from him for the final.

The SuperSport striker had been captain of the team since taking over from injured skipper Thabo September. But at the weekend it was Botswana-born midfielder Mogogi Gabonamong who skippered the team in the final, even though Erasmus started.

In the past, Erasmus had been known for a penchant for ill-discipline but of late he seemed to have turned the corner during his captaincy spell. During the match, the 22-year-old struck a lone figure upfront and didn’t play nearly as well as he normally does.

“No, I don’t want to go into that. This is not the platform to discuss that issue. We have a lot of players who can captain the team,” Hunt said about the Erasmus issue.

As for his future, Hunt is yet to reveal all and has for weeks danced around the question of whether or not he’s leaving.

“We have a big meeting (today) where we will discuss some things with the management and my future will be discussed, so we’ll see how it goes,” he said. – Pretoria News

[News] Anteprima italiana di Star Trek Into Darkness il 4 giugno a Roma e Pioltello

The following column, by Burt Freireich, chairman of the board of West Valley View Inc., was first published in 1961 in the Sun City News-Sun, where Mr. Freireich was publisher. It is still representative of our thoughts on Memorial Day and wars of the past and future.

I remember you, Bill Goodwin.

I remember you, Bob Jones.

I remember you, Lieutenant Tomaiko, and you, John Turner.

I remember you, Bob Jones, when I joined the 78th Division. Somebody high on the totem pole had decided that we needed fewer fliers and more infantrymen, and you and many of your buddies who had just finished Air Force basic training were washed out and shipped to the 309th Infantry Regiment.

You fellows all had IQs of 120 and up. The cadre men, many of them with IQs in the neighborhood of 70, had some difficulty in proving their superiority.

I remember the squabble you got into while on KP, and the mess sergeant asked you your name so he could report you to the first sergeant. I remember you replied gutterally, "Aw, Jones," and nobody believed you.

I remember hearing of your death. For us fellows in the heavy mortar platoon, the war wasn't nearly as personal as for you boys with the water-cooled machine guns.

The German tank came right at your position, and you fired and fired and fired. And the bullets bounced off the tank. And the tank fired back. It fired until you stopped shooting. You were dead. That's the way we heard the story, Bob. And when we got the Bronze Star after all the shooting stopped for good, we felt ashamed - because that's all they sent your parents, and you earned so much more.

And I remember you, Lieutenant. I remember the red beard that you grew. I remember the concern you had for the men in your charge, much more concern than so many other second looies in a similar position.

Remember how we dug in on the forward slope at the Roer River? We all knew it was stupid, with the Germans looking down our throats from the heights on the other side. Remember how you sent back for permission to move and how we found unknown energy to crawl out of that valley of hell?

I remember in the Remagen Bridgehead that the inevitable piece of shrapnel caught you, but it was a horribly big piece. It shot away your buttocks, and two boys stayed with you through the few hours of horror until you died there in that strange, hilly forest so far from home.

I remember the picture you showed me - of your wife and two daughters in Massachusetts. They had felt the terror and hope against hope when the "missing in action" telegram came. A graves registration detail from the Ninth Infantry Division had picked up your body, and you were "missing" as far as the 78th was concerned because we had no body.

But we knew you were dead, Lieutenant, and sometime later so did your family.

Bill Goodwin, you lived only 19 years. You were a Boy Scout for so long a time that you found some aspects of war a pleasure - the outdoor life and communing with nature, even though the 88s scared away the wildlife.

I remember how in England you had become introduced to Damon Runyan's colorful characters in the pocket editions. You became so intrigued with this seedy but humorous kind of life so far removed from Okeechobee, Fla., that you began talking like Harry the Horse. I wonder what your girlfriend thought when she received your letters written in the gangland style.

The letters stopped about a quarter past February, 1945, on the slope overlooking the calmly flowing Roer. It was a tree burst. Nothing entered my foxhole, but 8 feet away the shrapnel found yours.

I can remember thinking elatedly, it didn't get me, it didn't get me. I could smell the ghastly odor of high explosive and I heard you yell, "Medic."

You got as far as the field hospital. They said all you could move was the big toe on your right foot. Eighteen hours later, not even the big toe moved.

I remember you, Cpl. John Turner. I remember that whenever one of us found a pack of Old Gold cigarettes in our K-rations, we gave them to you. I didn't smoke Old Golds for more than a decade after that war, John, because the brand always reminded me of you.

I remember the night in the Siegfried Line when we were on duty together in our mortar hole from 2 to 4 a.m. Remember how each Screamin' Meemie sounded like it was headed right for our hole? You were scared. And you frightened me, too, John. It's a contagious disease. You didn't learn to live with terror; you must have had a premonition.

I can remember we received our candy and cigarette ration that day, John. I ate all my candy at once except for an Oh Henry bar. I planned to save it until the next day. But you scared me, John, and I didn't want to have a good candy bar in my field jacket if the sun rose on my corpse. I ate it right then and there. But I lived, John.

I remember the forestry camp that we captured and how we headed for the boiler room when the inevitable shelling came. There were 12 of us there, and of the eight wounded by the direct hit, you were the only one killed.

I couldn't believe you were dead, John. You were still breathing, but your skull was crushed. We rolled you onto a stretcher, John, and ran through the mud, the snow and snipers' bullets and shellfire.

The stretcher fell from my left hand as we ran, and you rolled into the mud. I pushed you back onto the stretcher. At the first aid station nobody came to look at you, John. I protested. But the physician said it was too late. Even though you were breathing, you were dead.

The kitchen jeep came up with chicken that night, John. My hands were caked with mud and blood. We had no utensils. I used my fingers and ate the chicken.

I'm alive John and Bill and Bob and Lieutenant.

Others who fought still live, too. Others from many lands. Our Memorial Day is at hand. They must have similar days to honor their dead. Let us hope they remember, too.

If we forget your sacrifice, we reject you. If other boys die in their teens and 20s, you will have died for nothing. And that would be a great tragedy.

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Daily CW10 Spot 5/27/13

Hey Gang, from now until we get too busy or forget (whichever comes first) us at the CW10 will post some daily thoughts/news items/musings.

- It’ll be a short one today, most of the folks here have the day off except for the master control operators (aka they who actually run the stations and have to work holidays).

- Here’s a special movie in primetime tonight:

“Memorial Day”
never talked about his experiences in WWII – until his grandson Kyle (Jackson Bond) discovers the
footlocker Bud used in the war. Bud tells Kyle can pick any three souvenirs, and Bud will tell him
the stories behind each one. The mementos tell the story of Bud’s complicated wartime past, and
the future that awaits the grown-up Kyle (Jonathan Bennett), as well. The movie was directed by
Adrian Vitoria.

-Also on a personal note, I’d like to take to a moment to remember my Dad, my great Uncle Jerry, my Uncle Terry and all those who have served.


Other news... We have a new star amongst TK Entertainment. Not officially signed with us yet seeing as we are working with them only right now but for the future looks bright with welcoming the new up and coming star to TK. Deff. will be worth a listen into when finished recording with her, but for now the name will not be posted til ready :)

El Confidencial is reporting
Cristiano Ronaldo is close to
signing a new 3-year deal with
Real Madrid.

Real Madrid have given Zidane the
task of bringing in Gareth Bale
this summer even if it costs 65M
pounds.[Daily Star]

Ancelotti wants Crespo to be his
assistant coach in Real Madrid,
second choice after Zidane.[Sky

Real Madrid will make a 40m
pound bid for Liverpool's Luis
Suarez once Ancelotti is named
the new coach.[The Sun]

Manchester United's boss, Moyes,
is interested in Luka Modric and is
considering making a bid for him.
[Daily Star].


KDA Welcomes Keith Johnston of NEO All-Star Cheer and Dance to its Staff!! I am both excited and honored to have Keith as a New Tumbling Instructor for our Competition Team! Welcome to our KDA Dance Family Keith! I cannot wait to see where you take our tumbling program in the upcoming months! ��

Hi guys.. We understand that most of you are only interested in whether there is a KPOP Star Hunt 3 this year. All we can tell you is that, "Patience is virtue."

When there is news, we will update you. In the meantime, please just be patient. :) Going for your dreams is about patience, too!


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