# Tunri Sorting 8-13
# Editorial
## Issue 8
The 70s were a strange time. So many things happened during that time it is too difficult to count or describe. A nation was born, perhaps that is important. Multiple nations were destroyed, perhaps that is important. To me, I can easily escape by saying it is before my time, but can I really escape? More I try to escape; more I get intertwined in that decade. Just remembered the Orwellian prophecy:
"Who controls the past, controls the future: who controls the present controls the past".
Difficult to grasp, right? Basically, if you can control time, you control reality or lack thereof. You get to choose the version of reality that is suitable for you. Isn't that the ultimate control? Sure is, but at what cost? Ultimately no matter how much control you can put in, you will be the looser. You know why? Simply because time is a zero-sum game. The more control you generate on others, the less you have on yourself and your loved ones. It is just like the Heisenberg's uncertainty principle; it says that we cannot measure the position and the momentum of a particle with absolute precision. The more accurately we know one of these values, the less accurately we know the other. Without getting into the physics of the problem, we can explore what Jim Croce sang about his loved ones, just before his untimely death in an airplane crash:
> If I could save time in a bottle
> The first thing that I'd like to do
> Is to save every day
> 'Til eternity passes away
> Just to spend them with you...
It was 1973. How ironic is that? You touch your most extreme longing just before you pass away. Is it fate? I can say I don't believe in fate. I am in perfect control of my life. But reality or lack thereof can be quite far away from that truth.
There is enough randomness into our surroundings that mother nature can send us a perfect curveball, and we will have no idea what happened until it happens. So, since I am in no control over my life or my surroundings, I thought I would rather write the editorial this weekend just in time to get them published on Monday.
I instead look at the greenery of that Taro field, looking down into the Hanalei Valley in my mind and imagine that I am in perfect harmony with Pele; who can destroy that greenery in a second, but she chooses not to do it. If she stays quiet, I have ample time to write the editorial, and the head clerk, the tireless doctor, and the mathematician will have plenty of time to stitch Turni together. Every Monday, late into the small hours, and perhaps almost to the crack of dawn, they are the ones who burn the midnight candle. They are the ones who take 'time' away from their personal schedule to make the magic happen. They don't do it for any personal gain.
They do it for you.
They do it for us.
They do it for the greater good.
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## Issue 9
As a community, sometimes, we struggle with engagement. It is a strange word. It is hard to define for most people. However, for this social network and in this community in general, we believe engagement means relationship. It means knowing people personally. To a lot of people, this can be a difficult concept. How to do it? Why do it? Is it safe? These are the obvious questions that come to mind.
What I recommend in this case, instead of being worried about privacy or having concerns related to "what people will think if I say that," if we are genuinely interested in people, usually people will be interested in us. Simply because human beings are curious creatures. The fact that you are here for whatever reason means you have taken a certain leap of faith. This small community or the more significant community of Hive is welcoming. People are mostly friendly, and they want to help you succeed in whatever you like to be. If you just forget about your personal gain for a moment and put your 'fun hat' on and talk to people, I assure you, personal growth (read, financial gain) will follow.
"It is surprising how much you can accomplish if you don't care who gets the credit."--Abraham Lincoln
That is an incredibly simple statement, but it is exceedingly difficult to execute. We are often proud people. Also, many of us from this community are from the developing world. That means we are used to the following things:
1. Population pressure
2. Competition
3. Grass-root level corruption
These three elements together almost guarantee that we will always think about the cost-benefit ratio. Meaning; "I will do it, what do I gain from it." A little bit of it is healthy. However, if we think about it at every stage of the way, it is a simple way of taking 'fun' out of the equation.
Getting back to the 'rules of engagement' in the community and Hive in general:
Read fellow hivean's post
> 1. Take a genuine interest in the content and put some constructive comment (don't say 'nice post')
> 1. Do that on multiple posts every day, in various communities; that will build your network
> 1. When someone comments, don't say, "thanks for your positive compliment." That's an easy way to point out that you are a moron! đ. Again, take an interest in that comment and try to write something meaningful as you are making a real conversation. Think about, if you say that to your mom, dad, wife, sister, brother, friendâĻ. How will they react!
> 1. Answer each comment and answer comments on comments, and try to say the last word
> 1. Think about your own blog. Is it attractive to a broader audience? What can you do better? Is it the same content you are repeatedly churning? (that is milking)
> 1. Why are you writing manuals? Try writing a blogâĻ
If you do all that, I guarantee that your content and network will improve. Your earning will improve, and you will have a more fun time at Hive.
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## Issue 10
This is the 10th issue of Turni. When we started this effort, it was just an idea for a few of us. We had no clue if it will gain any traction, or if we will be interested in publishing Turni for any meaningful length of time. The concept was a digital 'little magazine', which I have some experience in publishing before, in the physical form. If my memory serves me right, they don't last very long. People get busy, and the initial enthusiasm dies rapidly. It is not that there is a lack of content, but the difficult fact is a point person who pesters people for pieces of the Magazine and burns the nightly candles to put everything together. In this case, there are two individuals, the head clerk, and the good doctor. Without these two, we wouldn't be in the 10th week. Also, there are many other contributors, including the artist (s), yes, it's a plural, without them, this would be just words. And of course, contributors who write every week, you are the one who makes Turni possible.
That begs the question why we do it. I will try to be honest here. We do it for ourselves, and we do it for you, the community. To me, the outside world is a maze, and when we navigate the world, we also navigate inside us.
"Things outside you are projections of what's inside you, and what's inside you is a projection of what's outside. So when you step into the labyrinth outside you, at the same time you're stepping into the labyrinth inside."âĻ.. â Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore.
I borrow Murakami's words often as they resonate quite easily inside me. I find it naturally as I write. Perhaps I read him too much, perhaps he has written too much, whatever may be the case, I almost always find something that resonate within me on most matters.
Lately, when we talk about the current state of affairs around the world, and someone tells me that I always find positivity in everything. I say thank you, and I say, Yes, that is true. However, it is not something that comes automatically. I have my share of darkness too, but I choose to focus on the light. It is perhaps the Jedi learning that teaches us that there is little difference between the darkness and the light; it is often just our choices that distinguishes between the two. I find it that it is my duty to focus on the light and guide our known universe towards it. It is not that we ignore the darkness, but we choose to light our torch using our simple words, paints, and other medium of art and science. After all, we are human. As an intelligent species, it is our job to rise above our shortcomings and thrive.
Whether we will succeed or not matters least to me, but it is the journey, and it is the engagement during the journey that matters most. I hope you agree with us and lend us a hand. Because together, we can achieve greatness.
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## Issue #11
This weekend, when I was cooking our lunch for Saturday, someone broke a glass. It was a careless mistake and not a big deal. Nobody was hurt, no major spill. However, the person who did it got startled somehow and was quite embarrassed. I was quite surprised, as no harm was done, and nobody said anything, nobody even reacted. So why the guilt? It is all within, I gather. We make mistakes all the time. Important is to learn from it. Albert Einstein's overused words are:
"A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new."
In this blockchain space, that is precisely what we are continually doing. We are trying new things. So, it is a given that we will make mistakes. For example, there is a new buzz on wrapped tokens. During BDC's Friday night meeting, our Developer Dude Reazul Iqbal gave an inspiring talk on wrapped tokens. I always enjoy Reazul's positivity. Many who knows the discussion may roll their eyes because those who know Reazul generally understand him as a skeptic, perhaps even a cynic. Well, I say two things to that. One, it is only part of the story. Two, What's the difference between a cynic and an optimist. I will argue that there is none. They are just two faces of a single coin, which complement each other and provides balance to the universe. Anyways, due to Reazul's inspiring talk, I jumped into the wrapped token world. I connected my ETH wallet to Uniswap, and bingo! Within 5 clicks, I am providing liquidity to the wrapped Leo token in the fantastic world of decentralized exchanges and finance.
Do I know the consequences of my actions? Hell, no!
Am I excited? Hell, yes!
Is there a risk involved? Of course!
But how do I know if I do not try? I am usually of the opinion, jump first, and think later. A lot of the things we try on the blockchain is new. There is no previous knowledge of how a liquidity pool will work, for example. Did it do all the settings correctly. I have no idea, but I intend to find out.
I am not saying everyone should do what I do. That is impossible. But I can do it, and maybe from my mistakes, I can collect data and list it for you; so that you do not make the same mistake I did. I can easily take a financial loss, which doesn't make any difference to me. That mistake I will make will likely help you understand the things you shouldn't do.
You may ask why I am doing thisâĻ what's in it for me. Well, let me tell you a story about a deliberate mistake. The United States Congress mandated that by 2015 1/3 rd. of all US military vehicles will be automated. Pentagon's Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA) could have sought the most extensive international companies or research institutes for the task. Instead, DARPA made a deliberate mistake of inviting amateurs to the project.:)They sponsored an unmanned vehicle race open to all in the middle of a desert, with prize money of $1M US. It was a disaster! As most of the contestants, almost all University students failed miserably! Most of their robotic vehicles didn't even get off the starting line! Some might say that was a major stupidity from DARPA, but others will say it was a genius piece of work. That single race confirmed 13 different methods of building robotic vehicles will not work at all for military purposes. It saved companies millions of man-hours of work, not trying those failed approaches. This is a classic example of **the potential gain greatly outweighs the cost of the mistake.**
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## Issue #12
Today it is the 12th time I am sitting on my couch and writing the editorial for Turni. Three months is a long time in blockchain space. I was looking at my folder where I keep the editorials, and the first one had a July 25th time stamp on it. Price of hive at the time was 23 cents! Today it is 15 cents! Does that bother you a bit? I am sure it does. There are a lot of things that affect the price. Today I thought I will talk about a few.
We just finished our hard fork. Some of you are aware of it; others probably didn't notice it much other than perhaps you couldn't post or collect rewards for a couple of days. Maybe your favorite front-end like PeakD didn't work for a couple of days. It is perhaps still not working at 100%. From the interface side, there is no change. So, people see hardly any difference.
With that said, things are mostly back to normal or getting there. Hive.vote is working (mostly). I posted something on leofinance.io. Yep, that interface is working fine. After I hit the post, it takes a few seconds to appear, or it seems that way, but it is mostly fine. PeakD mostly works, so is hive.blog. Splinterlands is mostly flawless in terms of gameplay. Yeah, yeah, it was down into the hard fork, and yes, some of you couldn't play the season properly. I get it, no big deal; I just barely qualified C-1 this time, as I couldn't play well enough last few days. Hey, there was a big 'land' announcement; it looks like we are all going to be 'landowners' in the near future! I don't know about you, but I am stoked! That is something new. We just need more new things on the blockchain to bump up the buzz, which you guys call FOMO.
So, what about the low price, eh? Well, complain, all you want. But if the majority of people constantly sell hive and there is no new investment, the price will go down. Hive is inflationary by design. Our rewards come from inflation. Add to that constant selling pressure, it is no surprise to me that price goes down. So, what can we do about it?
1. Generate good content. Get it out there. Post more (1-2/day). Because if you don't, spammers and optimizers will. They will take your money from the reward pool and sell hive. Most good content creators struggle to make 1 post/day. So, those that are churning 2-3-4 posts consistently, day after day, are someone who you want to fight. Let's take the fight to them and crush them, not by barking at them but showing them better content.
2. Earn hive from posting. If you can, try and stake it by powering up. There is little point selling at these prices, as the price will be higher in the future. If we do it right, that isâĻOf course, this is your personal choice, and not everyone's life situation is not the same. But just think about it, and if you can, try to power up.
3. Get one friend into the hive. A new, unique, honest person who can produce good content, as opposed to spam.
4. Try reading, commenting, engaging on the blockchain. Increase your reach and network. Talk to new people.
5. Try and improve personal skills. Or pick up a new skill. It can be writing, reading, art, coding, trading, gamingâĻ. Whatever it is. This new skill or skills will help you in the future.
6. If English is not your first language, please consider using the chain as a learning tool. A language learned will never go unrewarded.
There are perhaps many things that I have missed but help us fill in the blanks. Help us grow so that you can grow with us. Don't worry about the price. Do your stuff and keep doing it, and the price will follow.
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## Issue #13
This weekend is Durga Puja. This is a festival celebrated in many different parts of the world, but primarily it is a Hindu festival and most prominent 'Utsav' in West Bengal, India. It is widely celebrated in the rest of the sub-continent and some places as "Navratri," other areas as "Dasera" and its infinite permutations. It is acclaimed internationally as well, wherever Bengalis are, and overseas Bengali's from both Bengals mingle together irrespective of their religion. As expat people mostly try and find a reason to celebrate, that's all. đ
I am not an ideal person to write about this festival, not only because I am an atheist (but deeply spiritual), but also growing up, I took this time to escape the city as fast as I can. Simply because this was holidays, and the only thing I wanted to do as a young adult is to travel. So during this time, as a young adult and beyond, you would likely find me not in Kolkata, but in Sikkim, Nepal, Himachal Pradesh, Ladakh, Bhutan, Kashmir, UttarakhandâĻ.. do you see a pattern? Yeah, mostly along the Himalayas. I used to joke, when 'Ma' (mother goddess Durga) comes visits us in 'Samatol' (plains), I go visit her home (as she technically lives in the mountains). On the 20 Durga Pujas that I have living memories of (Age 5 to 24), I have spent only 2 in Kolkata. When I was little, my parents used to take us to travel. After I was 16, I started to go with friends and later by myself mostly.
This time of the year is marked by a distant season change in most parts of the subcontinent. Therefore, the 'mood' probably hit you across the sub-continent, irrespective of faith and religion. I didn't have any digital camera during all these trips, which is a pity because, after many moves, most of those analog prints are either destroyed or lost. You see, too many youngsters reading this, it is demanding of you to imagine a world without a phone and a digital camera associated with the phone. So I won't be able to share an early morning sunrise with you when I was alone at Nandanban, in Garhwal, above Gurmukh, the source of that River that you may call Ganga, or Padma, or Yamuna, depending on where you are. Since it was way above the River's mouth, there was nothing but darkness and silence in that early dawnâĻ
"Everything has its wonders, even darkness, and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content. "Helen Keller
I thought about Helen Keller that morning, too, I remember. My grandma was blind, you see, for about half of her life, so she had a big circle of blind friends around (they like to stick together). So, growing up, Helen Keller was the regular staple reading for me.
As I grew up and left far away from Nandanban, I have no way to see Mt. Shivling or Mt. Sudarshan above Gangotri Glacier, but that silence and that pre-drawn darkness stayed with me. And the light, as it hit the top of the mountains as if they are on fireâĻ. That sight stayed with me. It was October the 25th, and yes, I double-checked the date from my travel journal, which I used to keep back in the days. To me, that was my 'Utsav.'
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# Blog
## Issue 8
### TIK-TOK Bridge
-by @rehan12
It would be difficult to find a person who has not heard about Tik-Tok. I can not believe I waste time watching those videos whenever I can. It is quite addictive, indeed. Regardless of all this, recently, I have been hearing quite a lot of buzz about a place that was catching people's attention. Little did I know it would get so much hype, which eventually transformed this place from its original name to the name of TIK-TOK Bridge.
<center>Gua-bari Bridge
Place : Guabari, near Ragib Rabeya Medical College, Sylhet, Bangladesh</center>
Meeting up with nature and enjoying the vibe of being within a friendly environment, it literally will make you feel relaxed just by being there. I went there today at the off hour, by which I mean, this place gets many visitors during the evening. I can see why the buzz spread about this place. Those who are not familiar with this environment (Tea-garden) might be a nice place to explore.
Although it is not really that long of a bridge, as you can notice in the image. I was not aware of the fact that my city has so many Tik Tok stars. I suppose I am being left behind in this sort of zone. But somehow, I feel glad that I am lol. While during the evening, this place gets filled up with Tiktokers and others to be with nature and enjoy the time. I was told it gets challenging to walk through the bridge once it starts to take visitors on the bridge.
If you are looking to get some fresh air and be within nature, I would suggest taking a small tour. And if possible, take a walk to reach there. It takes approximately 10-15 minutes to get to the Tik-Tok bridge from the highway road. The reason I am saying is that it will allow you to witness the natural beauty of this place as you approach the destination. When you talk walk alongside the road, the view you will watch will make you say some appreciable words for taking this trip.
I enjoyed this short trip, and most importantly, I enjoyed taking a walk back from this place. It would be an excellent addition to the memory lane of mine!
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## Issue 9
### Madhukori (āĻŽāĻžāĻ§ā§āĻāĻ°ā§)
-by @deepu7
In the scorching warmth of summer, Turjo is strolling on the way to Dhaka University along Farmgate Road. A group of Bauls(āĻŦāĻžāĻāĻ˛) has come from the distant area of ââSylhet who will sing at TSC this afternoon. This group is a devotee of Baul Samrat Shah Abdul Karim and has commemorated him as his disciple.
Everyone is thirsty to quench their thirst by gulping lemonade with saccharin on the flank of the road this summer, Turjo is not feeling the heat. He has learned to acclimate himself like an ascetic. He once went to Delhi with a Baul team. As soon as he got off the plane, he felt as if a stream of heat was flowing through his whole body. But he saw the provincial people were walking without any problem. He reckoned that humans could actually accommodate to any environment and the situation, which is very arduous to adapt to other animals. Since Turjo is a disciple of a Baul group, this heat, cold, rain, or anything does not displease him at all.
Turjo has finished his MS in Physics from Dhaka University. His father, Subahan Saheb, is a well-known businessman in the city but does not acquaint his son to anyone.
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He is also very aggravated with Humayun Ahmed, the famous and prominent writer of the country. His impression is that the fantasy series Himu is one of the most heinous series in Bengali literature where young children are misled.
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Turjo is not listening to his boozer father's dirty words at all. Mr. Subahan and Turjo both know, Turjo's love for Humayun Ahmed will not diminish at all with these words. He was attending to the words with his head down and was scheduled to sit in the Chandrima Udyan at night and celebrate the full moon. It is true that Turjo is an avid reader of Humayun Ahmed and has never missed a single book of the Himu series. Although he does not wear yellow Punjabi, the influence of Himu is strong in him.
Turjo believes that every human being should have personal freedom. It is not necessary for everyone to get married. Turjo never feels good to be in his shack. His deep desire to become a Madhukori(āĻŽāĻžāĻ§ā§āĻāĻ°ā§). When he listens to the word, unknowingly, a shiver rises in his whole body.
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Turjo was lying in the open field in Chandrima Udyan, rejoicing the light of the full moon. Suddenly he heeded a humming sound from the bushes beside him, and at first, he was a little scared. But after a while, he realized that someone had come close to a courtesan, and it was the sound of his fulfillment.
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### Sublime Peace
-by @rem-steem
> "Is just a sinner who fell down,
> But we couldn't stay there,
> And got up."
> ~Donnie McClurkin
It seems we all know how to get back up if we fall down. But when it comes to us, something very personal I don't understand why we can't relate this anymore. Oh, dear! It feels so immeasurable.
But don't you think, many of the times we don't want to get up? We choose to not see the light?
I think the answer is Yes. Believe me, I've been there and know how I started to cope with my 'down' position. But once I decided to get up, I saw the light, the light I will never leave behind again in life.
You know what, facing difficulty in life is actually an incredible experience. It's rewarding than you can ever imagine. Let me explain a little bit!
If I wanted to pause on my' most precious experience', the 'best happy moment' I had, I will lose the chance to enjoy happier and precious moments than those. Just like that, you may feel, 'it's okay to fall down' you may start to cope with it, but you will lose the chance to give life a chance.
Now I understand why our parents used to say, falling down in life is necessary. It's because you may never take the time to appreciate what you have, you may never notice how much power you have, you may never allow yourself to take challenges and be more. If you take this positively, you sure can move on and make life better.
But...
The question is, how can we gather the courage to get up?
Well, my answer will not satisfy you this time. Because there's no 'formula' actually. You have to make your own ladder and climb on it to get up. Yeah, this is how it works.
Being bold, being positive, and firm on what you believe in will help you get back. But you have to make your own path.
There's no glory in living a 'smooth' life. I was a moron; I thought a smooth life is my goal. But I ended up facing challenges, and now I understand, the joy of life is in it. You fall down, you get up, you learn and move on.
So, next time you fall down (nope, not on the street; in your life), remember to prompt 'I'm strong, I know how to get up and I will make my way.'
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## Issue #10
### đŖđąđŽ đđĩđ˛đŦđ´đŽđģđ˛đˇđ° đđ˛đđˇđ˛đ°đąđŊ đđĒđˇđđĩđŽđŧ
-by Doc
Innovation. We talk about innovation all the time. Whether in business, health sector, science, tech, every industry needs design to move forward.
Why not keep doing what is working, why try to fix something that is not broken?
Because what is working at the moment will longer be enough as time progresses and other people come in with newer ideas, implementing them. The world is dynamic, and every sector is continually changing. Innovation is the way to keep up with the game in every industry.
The crypto-sphere is no different. Innovation drives a project forward. While it is true that in almost all the crypto projects out there, innovation and development lie in the developers' hands. The investors, day-to-day users do not really have a first-hand effect on innovation. For better, or worse, that is not the case with HIVE. While we still rely on the developers to drive the technical aspect of the chain forward, every user, EVERY single user, has a potential opportunity to innovate on the chain and improve the experience of fellow HIVEians.
And that is what we are trying to do here with đŋđđđđ. Innovate. Do something that has never been done before on the blockchain, at least not to the extent we're trying to reach. And just in the blink of an eye, today, we bring you the 10th edition.
I am privileged to be one of the "core team" if you may. Not because I get to say in a deep Christian Bale voice "Oh I am an editor at turni," or "I am batman."
No. I am privileged to work with the team I get to. I am sure I wouldn't have wanted it any other way, and I know for a fact that when I say this, I speak for the rest of "team."
But Turni is not just "Us," the editors. Turni is all of you. Turni may be the brainchild of the BDCommunity, but it is far from being confined just to us. Look at all the different contributors from all the diverse communities we're trying to bring in.
All of you who have contributed with writings, paintings, ideas, you are all Turni. All our Curators and Ambassadors who picked up our slack and carried on curating, commenting while we stayed busy with publishing, you are all Turni. Our moderators, supporters, who encouraged us to do whatever we felt were the right thing to do and supported every step we took, you are ALL Turni.
WE are Turni.
This is a special edition for all of us. I don't know how deep we will burn the candle tonight, but I know it will be worth it!
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### đđđđđ¨ đđąđĒ đ˛đˇ đđĩđĒđđšđ¸đŊ
-by @rehan12
People have different sorts of addictions in their life. Some of them are mind-bending, while some are mind boggling. In this region of my city, a majority of people have an addiction in common. Not that it is harmful to others, but in general, it is pretty standard on this side of the country. I am talking about the addiction of CHAI, aka Tea. There are a variety of Tea flavors available out here and let me show a different type of TEA, which I could explore a couple of days back.
A few days back, a chai wala has been getting famous among the locality of mine. As surprising as it sounds, it is ah hyped topic nowadays. With that much hype, I needed to see what it actually was! It would be like the situation of killing two birds with one stone. Get to enjoy a new type of TEA and also show you all what it actually is. The main attraction, which it was getting was the way the Tea was served. It was being served in a clay pot. Yeah, little out of the line, and this has been attracting people a lot. Something unique and to experience it, people were visiting this place and believe it or not, there was a long queue just to have a cup of these.
I guess the perception of taking something to the peak from a normal position can be considered as an art. The people behind it used that in their favor; thus, their business was a hit. Even though it was not the ordinary Tea but with a little variation in making this Tea made it kind of intimidating. If you are not aware of this MALAY tea, do a lookup on Youtube, and you will see a slight change in the process, and I must say, I had Malay cha before, but this was something different. I liked its taste because it had something to do with the clay pot or the person who was making it added something extra to it ;) FYI, I never really had Tea in a clay pot before. So it was a little different experience for me as well.
It is basically a food cart, where they only serve this tea. The price is also less than 15 Cents. The amount of hype it created over the last few days, it was indeed extraordinary! I am quite surprised as they could pull off something like this, with such a product. Even their way of being productive was also pretty much nice, and they were in order as well. Which is good! If I ever get the chance, I would definitely take a peek out in their shop for another sip of this Tea :)
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### đđĒđĩđŽđˇ' đŧ đđˇđ°đĒđ°đŽđļđŽđˇđŊ 101
-by @galenkp
I was asked to write a little piece about engagement, something I'm passionate about as it has helped me build my account and have more fun here. I am a pro-engagement user here on hive and encourage everyone to get engaged themselves. Here's a few reasons why.
Every now and then, I look at my blockchain numbers; I do it to get an idea of where my time is being spent and gauge what benefits I receive from the time-investment. In my 1200-plus days on the blockchain, I've written over 1850 posts and made just under 30,500 comments...It has been a lot of work, I'll not lie, however, work is probably the wrong word for it; Fun, is more suitable - I see this as enjoyment, not work.
I enjoy writing about things I'm interested in and passionate about and have never found much difficulty in finding a topic; Writing on the blockchain is relaxing for me and, depending on my mood, quite cathartic also - That's one of the big attractions for me, and there's one critical element that deepens my experience: Engagement with others in the community.
#### Emotional reward
I realised quickly that simply posting words and pictures isn't enough to build good relationships and, as with real life, it's relationships that help deepen the human experience - It provides added value and reward. No, not necessarily financial reward, emotional reward. However, the financial reward that ensues from relationships here is a natural by-product.
Good content seen by no one is wasted, so getting myself on the radar of other community-members became a focus.
With that in mind, I began to comment to others, and always reply with substance to those who commented on my own posts. Slowly I gained more followers and greater rewards on my posts, but the actual value came through relationships; I worked hard to build and nurture them, and as they developed and deepened, so did my enjoyment and post rewards.
These days I work hard at helping people along with their own journey; This is usually done by encouraging users to engage with others and to comment with relevance, validity, and depth on other people's posts. Waiting for people to come to me wasn't much of an option in the early days, and it's not an option for newer users now. One must reach out to other hivers, and that's done through commenting on their posts, after reading them, of course.
I don't mean comments like good post or nice post which have no real substance though, I mean something a little more interesting; It's all about capturing someone's attention. Do that, and they may visit one's post-feed, and if the there's something interesting there, maybe it results in a follow or an up-vote. It's a much better way than posting and hoping someone sees it. Attraction-based marketing essentially.
It's not rocket science...Offer value to others, and most often, value shall be returned.
Getting engaged with other members of hive isn't difficult; One only needs to go into some Communities, open up a few posts and have a read then comment, and yet so many don't take the time...Then wonder why their own posts don't get much, or any, activity. People complain about low upvote value on their posts but don't take the time to get involved with engagement initiatives preferring to resort to tagging whales or larger accounts in the hope of attracting a vote...In my humble opinion, that's not the way to create a sustainable account here, and you'll be largely ignored.
Furthermore, many choose not to post or comment when the hive-price is low, like now, which I see as a wasted opportunity. To get some posts and comments out there, to get engaged, when there's less content to compete with is an excellent opportunity to get noticed. When the price rises and you have the relationships built, you'll see a greater benefit moving forward.
People will often seek the easy path though, it's just that there isn't really an easy path here on hive. One must put some effort into it; * It's not a get rich quick scheme* and whether you're in it for the long-haul or just to gain a few dollars here and there, engagement with the community is required.
#### You can't sell a secret
In effect, you're promoting yourself as a product, those who want to build and make bigger rewards I mean, and you will not be able to sell-yourself, your attributes, and value to others if no one knows you're there. That's why I suggest engagement initiatives, commenting, relationship building, and nurturing. It's the best path forward.
I can only speak from personal experience and from what worked for me.
I began on the blockchain with nothing, no financial investment, and just one friend, the person who introduced me to the blockchain. Through commenting, getting engaged with people on their posts my account grew; This was my intention. If a person doesn't want to grow their account, they can sit back passively and do very little, but if one wishes to grow, develop, and build...Engagement with others is required; I simply can't stress that fact enough.
#### Passion, personality and effort
If you bring these three things to your post-content and out-bound engagement, you'll be well on track to build your brand and account. It isn't too difficult to consider all of the Communities and initiatives on the blockchain. Applying these three things will carry you further than tagging whales and larger accounts, as you will be largely ignored by doing that. Getting involved with the community, getting active is what will carry you forward sustainably. Begging me for a vote on Discord won't get the vote...Spending time engaging with me over time will probably gain you many up-votes provided the three things in the heading above are present.
Why am I passionate about engagement? That's an easy question to answer. It deepens my enjoyment here, brings greater emotional-value to the posts I make through interaction with others, and helps put myself on the radar for those out there also looking for relationships and more rounded experience. It also builds my account a little larger each month, which helps me give a little back to those on the blockchain who deserve it.
We're all in this together, and if we all pulled in the same direction at the same time, the entire hive-community would be a more fantastic place.
**Get engaged.**
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## Issue #11
### đ¤đˇđ´đˇđ¸đđˇ đ¤đˇđ´đˇđ¸đđˇđŧ
-by @zayedsakib
Precisely on this day of last year, I was standing right beside this unknown, tiny, yet vicious locally called Remakri falls! The sheer power of the current had humbled me! And an idea born within the fraction of a second had grown as humongous as a century-old mystic baobab tree! "Should I turn back?"
There I was, a nearly 220-pound overweight chap who has the faintest possibility of survival if he ever drops in such a ferocious rivulet, yet, I stepped forward. As lady fate had deemed it, I fell hard:V A sharp-edged boulder had cut my pinkie in half, and still, I was able to clutch the safety rope! And now, here I am, a year later, alive and kicking, and I have seen what's on the other side of the orifice of hell!
We have this tiny space here that we call BDC. Within the past few moons, we successfully have reshaped this, into, for the lack of a better word, a place that can easily be compared to Home, only virtual. For me, the first thing I always do after waking up is check our even tinier channels crawling with unique and beautiful minds for something fun! But it wasn't always like this! It was never this fairyland we get to see in Disney movies! It was a bulky, ugly looking pine log which we have slowly but surely molded into a perfectly balanced canoe drifting over the river of destiny!
In this turbulent ride of mine, I met with a few people, who, whatever happens, I will cherish forever! A few who are as passionate and devoted to righteousness as anyone ever can be! Individuals who have such a strong sense of justice that even while facing assured destruction wouldn't flinch even the tiniest bit! You know who you are!
Some, who could not handle the moral reformations, had turned their back on us! Some, who had the capacity and openness to be their better version, are now amongst our ranks! And believe me, when I say this, I love all of them! I love both sides of the coin because one side affirms the existence of the other side! Without one, the other holds no meaning at all!
Before embarking on this voyage, I never knew what was in store for me up to this point! And I don't even know what the future could look like! But, I only know one thing, when the storm hits, its better to plant your feet firmly and face it, rather than bickering away the rest of your life! For life has many many paths. Some are known, yet most are not. But only one to choose! The only one that leads to destiny!
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### đ đđ˛đŧđĒđŧđŊđŽđģ đŖđģđ˛đš
-by @rehan12
When you plan a trip without a Plan...
When everything falls into perfect places where you wanted them to be, then we can assume the plan went perfectly as planned. But when it gets shattered, that precisely means you have made one/big mistake which ruined almost everything. I hate it when it happens with me and even worse when it comes to a long trip! Yep, recently a similar incident happened to me, thus learned an excellent lesson from it.
The above image that you are watching is what was the end result of the trip. Exactly, NOTHING! It was a disaster trip planned by my friends. They called me up on the day before the trip and fixed me up for it. I was not ok with the trip as few other people tagged along with who I was not familiar. Still, in the end, friends can be very possessive when it comes to making you agree over something which you do not want to do. My head was burning with rage, and so were others who had no idea where we were headed from the beginning. We were told this would be a surprise trip to Sreemongol, as it is one of the most fantastic places, so nobody really complained about it. But after reaching the spot and getting the above view, almost everyone was disappointed.
If I call the most disaster adventure of this year of mine, I will name this one. But at the end of the day, we came back to where we started from, and in the evening, we went to a local place which was worth even more than all this travel and expenses related to it.
Lessons learned :
*
* Do not travel with a travel plan
* Do not trust your friends blindly when it comes to travel ;)
* Always have a backup plan when you are making a travel plan
* Do small research for where you are going
* Get your gears as you need them to be
*But whatever you do, when you are traveling with your friend, every moment becomes worth being remembered. This trip was of that sort as well. It might not have gone the way we wanted it to be, but it was an excellent time for some of our close friends to get together after a long time and spend some time and have fun! Hopefully, on the next trip, I will be the one handling the plans!*
Place : Sreeemongal, Boddho Bhumi, Sylhet, Bangladesh.
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## Issue 12
### đĸđ¸đžđĩ đđĒđđ˛đˇđ°
by - @minhajulmredul
Engagement! Engagement! Engagement! We know that engagement can make this platform more beautiful and better for us. The time we are putting on this will be more enjoyable with it. To me, it works like I am representing myself here through my blogs, and the viewers are going to give their opinions on that. That's what I expect to know whether I am on the right track or not. In this way, one knows his lackings and the points where he should improve himself. To recover that, he may also visit others' blogs to know how they are doing, which level they are on, where he should bring his changes, which is even better than him. Actually, that's how it works.
Suppose one doesn't want these opinions or improvements; he just wants to make money, nothing else. So how will he do that? By writing blogs isn't it? So if he doesn't write a worthy post to be voted, then how he will make money? You just came, you wrote a random few words and expect to get a reward for counting your words? Hahaha, lol, this doesn't happen here. You need to put some effort into getting that. Okay, if you think your writings are best, let them decide and vote; if they aren't, then you must have to walk on the path of engagement to correct your shortcomings. Otherwise, the motto of earning won't be fulfilled.
To me, the survival on this platform depends on the engagement with others. I have also seen a friend of mine getting lost in the midway. How far a person can walk alone? "Together we stand, divided we fall." We should consider it for our own benefit. Still, if you can't get it, that's your misfortune. Well, all we want is just to have a good time together. Chill.
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### đđ¸ đˇđ¸đŊ đšđžđŊ đđ¸đžđģ đđŽđ°đŧ đ˛đˇ đŖđđ¸ đđ¸đĒđŊđŧ
-by @rehan12
Quotes and idealism never really went with me. I always did what I like do, never really thought of the consequences which would hover around once the task is done for. But soon, life made me realize what to do? How to do? When to do? Many of us might have gone through this stage, so did I as well!
When you realize you are good at multiple acts, then go for it! But realizing the fact of the outcome is what matters the most. Not necessarily the outcome has to be about only money, rather it could be about knowledge, experience, and much more. The quote which we are referring to today "Do not put your Legs in Two Boats". Let me put out some examples to simplify my thoughts in the easiest possible terms.
#### Career
This is a very touching matter to discuss. From the very beginning of our life, we are given a target to reach. These so-called targets are mostly given by our parents, which allows some of us to study something which we do not really want to. Resulting in a confusing path at the end. But when it comes to making the right decision to make the career choose it wisely. DO not make false pretension over emotion.
Upon watching many stories of people going from one profession to another does not really help much. Yeah, after a specific amount of time, you can/may explore different zones of life (Will discuss at the end about it) but starting a career with a foot on different boats is not really a good idea for building a career.
#### Relation
Oh my, this is an even more touching matter than the previous one. I am sorry to say these, but nowadays, the value of relationships has become like a piece of tissue paper for many people. People making use of it whenever necessary and throwing it out when the user is done. As a result, when you are choosing your life partner, you have simultaneous thoughts regarding it. While being in a so-called relationship, you are having more than one relations at the same time, but in the end, you are in the no-go zone. Not that I am judging or being manipulative, but the fact still remains what you are doing is wrong in several ways. The adrenaline rush will slowly fade away. Thus everything will open in front of your eyes.
This topic is a double-edged sword! There comes a time when you have to do multiple things in order to survive, but the fact is, there is always a time for that. For instance, there is a saying, "do not put all your eggs in one basket". The fact is we all have our time, and we should realize when to act to it? And how to act to it? Once you find those answers, the path becomes easier and a little less fragile!
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## Issue 13
### đĒđđ đšđļđđđģđđ đŠđžđđŊđ
by -@rehan12
I was coming back to my home after a hard day at my shop. It was probably around 8â9 pm! At this time of the night in the village, it can be considered close to midnight. As compared to the people of the city, the village people tend to sleep early and wake up early. I have a small shop in the local market, and since it was market/bazaar day of the week, it took me a little longer than usual to close my shop and get back home. For those of you, who are not aware of the market/bazaar day, it is a day when the market gets lively compared to other days of the week. People, vendors, shops get to do extra business due to this day. While I was happy as the sales went high in my shop compared to the other days.
Luckily, today's moon was glowing at its peak, and I could see the road very clearly than usual. As I was closing the distance and getting near my house, I had to cross a small alley between two small hills. This side of the village is still not restored or never got any chance of improvement. So we, the local people, made a small alley in between two small hills. I heard from people, mysterious things happen on this particular road. Although I never had to face any difficult situations in the past. But for some reason, today, those thoughts started to peek into my mind. Under normal circumstances, these thoughts rarely come to my mind. Over the years, I have crossed this road more than a thousand times, but I never felt that sensation within my spine that I am feeling today. As if someone was watching me with a very keen eye.
That sudden fear started to embrace me! Even my breath began to feel like someone else's. The footsteps of mine over the dead leafs making noises were baffling to my ears. By going through all these emotions and accumulating enough courage, I started to go deep into the alley instead of stopping. I am sure I almost crossed half of the road in that alley, but suddenly I heard a second pair of footsteps. I stopped for a second or few, and suddenly that unknown fear started to rise again. I thought I heard stuff, but even after I stopped walking, I still listened to that pair of footsteps. My curiosity may be out of fear or something else; I thought of following that sound. I did that, and after taking a few steps forward, I saw the back of a woman with a standard height and very long hair walking in front of me.
I should have been afraid or even more, I should have screamed or do something unexpected, but the first thing I did was I tried calling out that lady. As at that moment, my initial thought was that she might be someone I knew (the village is small), and we are a handful of people around here. Even after all these callings, I was not getting any sort of reply. This made me even more curious, and I started to increase my walking pace and tried to catch up with her. But I felt like even after me increasing my walking speed, I could not catch up to her. This made me even more furious (male ego heh), and I tried even more, but still, I could not close the gap. I am not sure how many times I tried that, but these dilemmas really strike me hard. I was so into this chase that Everything else faded in front of me.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. As I turned to see who it was, I noticed an uncle who was also coming back from the Bazar. Soon, I discovered myself deep into the jungle, where nobody really goes. I immediately fell down on my knees and thought about what just happened. After regaining my consciousness, we got out from there as soon as possible, and I noticed we were quite deep into the jungle.
As soon as we got on the main road, I asked my uncle how I got there? Did he see any women out there? He seemed surprised by my question and said he was also coming back from the bazaar, and he noticed me going towards the home. So he tried calling out my name, thinking that we both would walk home together. But he said I was not replying to those calls, and at some point, I was walking to the other side of the house. He got suspicious and followed me from there, and finally, he caught up with me and the rest you know, what happened. He also replied there was nobody except me all through this time.
Now my question is, who was that lady with long hair? How did I go deep into the jungle without even realizing what happened to me? What if my uncle was not there to get my back? Was it my imagination? The reality would have been different today. This was one of the stories which I will remember all through my life. After that incident, I always tried to avoid going through the road, especially at night!
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### đ đđŽđŊđŊđŽđģ đđžđŊđžđģđŽ
-by @sayee
Whenever you feel weighed down by circumstances or situations that seem beyond your control, or you are overwhelmed by emotions and feelings that suck the happiness out of you, do not give up.
What should you do in such situations, then?
Get up suddenly from wherever you were at that moment and walk a few steps forward and tell yourself that you are meant for more incredible things that are yet to happen. Maybe tomorrow or later, but that will happen for sure, and that will give you the hope that you have lost.
Many people are now facing the above-described situation, especially during this COVID era. If you are alright and are cool as a cucumber, then it's great but make sure to help others who are struggling to be happy and normal just like you.
Physical ill-health can be diagnosed quickly, but it is tough to determine if a person is truly healthy in mind. It is not just about depression. When one reads news of people raping and molesting small children, we wonder where society went wrong.
It is time to make sure people are given proper guidance and care to not resort to crime and sin. It is also time to be wary and on guard and make sure the criminals do not go unpunished.
Covid is a wake-up call. The human has been given a chance to make amends.
Stop destroying the environment and start building a better and more positive future for the next generation.
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# Fiction
## Issue 10
### đĸđąđ˛đļđļđŽđģ đ¸đ¯ đđ¸đšđŽ
-by @sayee
He looked afar. He could not see the land. The sea seemed to stretch out endlessly. The waves seemed timid beside the tumultuous thoughts that raged his mind. His mind took him back to his school days when he had lived in a small shed and his family, which consisted of his father, mother, grandmother, siblings, and then the newly wedded wife of his father. He had seen the pain on his mother's face. No other pain in the world seemed so intense.
The life back then had made him want to escape the situation, but he knew that if he ran away, his mother would give up on herself. His smile made her hold on to life. He was her only hope even when she had to wash her husband's new wife's dishes. She held on to her hope and goaded him to think out of the box.
The textbooks which had seemed dull reflected his mother's hope, and he studied hard. So hard that he topped not only the class but the university as well. His teachers were surprised but understood the passion with which he devoted himself. One of his teachers advised him to join the naval force and continue studying. He ran to the house to tell his mother about it. She was happy to hear about it and made him apply for it. He got through and became a successful naval officer.
He remembered the day he went to his house in his brand new uniform. There she was, as usual washing the clothes of others. She looked pale, but she had a gleam of hope in her eyes as if expecting her son to arrive at any moment. He ran forward and picked her up and sobbed. She was surprised at first but cried along with him, not even knowing the reason. She was laughing too, at the same time, seeing the uniform. She even smelled the uniform. The new clothes, the new look. All that made her laugh hysterically, but he calmed her down. They did not wait to see if anyone called them back. He led her to his car and drove away.
We have soooo much!!
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## Issue 12
### đĄđĒđŊ đĄđĒđŦđŽ
-by @sayee
Cursive writing, language learning, the tables. Oh! Everything seemed a bit too much for Jarvis. He had looked forward to joining the school and getting to know a lot of fellow mates but had not expected the workload to be of this kind.
Why did he have to learn how to write beautifully, and what did it matter if 2+2 was not equal to 4? Why on earth should he have to learn how the leaves managed to remain green or why the sky was blue?
Jarvis wanted to hop and run along with the fields and play with his mates. He wanted to throw stones at the frogs, which jumped when he did so, and he wanted to blow the milkweed and see it float in the air. His desires were many.
He wanted to eat sweets but was given the most hated bitter gourd to eat, and if he refused to, his teacher would scold him. Pleading eyes or children bursting out in tears did not move her. The children had named her - the tiger. They did not know the female term, of course.
Days passed, and Jarvis knew that his life had changed forever. He either had to study hard and get through the exams or would have to study another year in the same grade, which meant punishment at the hand of the tiger, which was even more horrible.
Jarvis studied hard, and he was the topper. It gave him a sense of achievement.
Another had joined the rat race.
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### đŖđ˛đˇđ´đŽđģ đŖđĒđŊđŊđŽđģ
-by @asfekatisha
<center>"Kuwait Bangladesh Friendship Government Hospital"</center>
10 o'clock.
Doctor Anis entered hurriedly in the hospital. Actually, in the morning, he got a call from the hospital for an emergency case. Whenever he entered the hospital, he changed his clothes, then wore a PPE ( personal protective equipment) and went directly to the corona block. Patients who are affected in covid are kept in this block. Jolo, 13 years boy, was involved in covid for the last 7 days. He is in a critical stage. Dr. Anis found his (Jolo) father pacing in the block and probably waiting for the doctor.
Seeing the doctor's patients, father started to shout at him, why did you take that much time? Don't you feel that it's an emergency? Don't you have any sense? Dr. Anis, with a smiling face, said to him to calm down. I wasn't in the hospital. Please have patience. I assure you to do my best.
His father started blustering at him. Dr. Anis gently replied, Please pray for your son. His father yelled at him and said, stop giving advice. What if your son was in the same condition? Dr. Anis didn't say anything but smile.
It's quite challenging to deal with the case as it was a bit ticklish. Dr. Anis referred his patient to the ICU word, and it took some hours to make the situation stable. After that, Dr. Anis went out gaily and told his father not to worry; his son is saved by almighty's grace. But Jolo's dad didn't satisfy. He retorted that you're responsible for all this. Why you take all this time to come?
Dr. Anis replied with a smile that If you have any inquiries, please ask the nurse. Thank you. Without waiting for fathers reply, he carried on. Father thought to himself, why he has so much attitude? After a while, a nurse entered and told him they shifted his son to the cabin so he could go and check. Father raised a question to the nurse, why the doctor is so much arrogant?
Nurse sadly replied to him,
> his father died yesterday because of influencing covid. He couldn't bury him yet as no one allows the body to be buried because of his condition. All he has to do alone. Don't know where he will be buried. When we called him for informing your son's condition, he was at the burial, but he left his father burial to save your son.
The father became silent, tears coming down his eyes.
**Whatever we see may not be the truth. Don't judge so soon. Think before you act. You have heard what I have done, not what I have been through.**
---
# Cinema
## Issue 10
### đđ¸đˇđŊđĒđ°đŽ: đđ˛đĩđļ đđđ˛đŊđ˛đˇđ° đŖđŽđŦđąđˇđ˛đēđžđŽ
-by @notacinephile
To understand what montage is, let us consider the image below.
[Source](https://www.pinterest.com/pin/284008320227200252/)
What do you see? A graveyard. There's fog, so it's likely to be morning. Apart from that, there's not much else going on.
Now consider the photo on the right. A woman is crying in the photo. Which suggests she is sad for some reason. We don't have any idea of the nature of her discomfort, however.
[Source](https://pixabay.com/photos/sadness-tears-crying-sorrow-no-joy-4578031/)
And lastly, this photo of a flower bouquet. A bunch of flowers on a vase. This photo tells way too little to make any remarkable impression, even though the image might be pleasing to the eye.
[Source](https://www.grayscale-wallpapers.com/backgrounds,bouquet-purple-flowers-roses)
Now consider these photos togetherâfirst, the grave one. Then the flower one and lastly the sobbing woman. If you play these frames one after another, it gives us a story. That the woman is grieving, someone dear to her has parted, and she's about to place the flowers on the grave.
None of the photos are in the same shot. They are entirely separate yet, juxtaposed together; they make much more sense than they mean separately. This is called montage in the language of cinema.
Today every form of media, everything on Tv or Netflix you consume often uses montage as it is one of the oldest techniques that has been used for nearly a century now. Some will use it intuitively because that's how they saw the films and tv when they were growing up. But it wasn't always so. The classic way of filmmaking usually didn't have montages.
Soviet film giant and one of the most influential film theorists, Sergei M. Eisenstein, is the montage technique pioneer. In his book Film Sense he writes, "montage is an idea that arises from the collision of independent shots". And montage is not only placing shots together, unlike what they are doing now, to make meaningful montages, there also have to be substantial thoughts behind each shot. What they mean separately and what they mean juxtaposed.
But montage is not one shot at ruling them all. Film theorist Andre Bazin entertained that montage cannot be used when a direct action has to occur. Superhero and franchise films today do not adhere to this rule. So I chuckle when Scorsese calls them 'not cinema.'
Today's Turni called for something unique. I was at a loss. I hope this has been special enough.
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## Issue 11
### đđŽđļđ¸đģđĒđĢđĩđŽ đđģđĒđļđŽđŧ đ¯đģđ¸đļ đđžđģđˇđĒđž' đŧ đđĒđžđŧđŊ
-by @notacinephile
Faust belongs to the German folklore. There have been many adaptations and retelling of the story, in almost every format or media we have.
In it, the Devil/Mephisto/Lucifer and the archangel Michael make a wager. Suppose the devil can impose his will onto an honest, pious man and make him go astray, make him follow his devilish path. In that case, Michael will leave the earth's control and fate in the devil's hands.
To win the wager, the devil releases plague in a city. People drop dead left and right. When praying hard and long doesn't yield anything, Faust, a pious, elderly alchemist, then turns to the devil. He summons him and immediately regrets his decision. He wants to break free of the bondage, but the devil is ever-present, ever persistent and Faust has nowhere to go.
How Murnau formulated this scene is a marvel â to me, at least. The composition with light and shadows make the scene genuinely demonic and unearthly. And it clearly states its meaning - Faust soul now forever belongs to Mephisto. His hat's off to Faust, a notion of allegiance.
I'm also surprised to see the dynamic range the camera had at that time. I mean, true, resolution wise modern phone cameras win by a big, big margin but still nowhere near the dynamic range it had.
Further proving my age-old argument, smartphone cameras will never beat a dedicated cinema camera. This is just physics; larger sensors will capture more data.
Take a look here at the footage. Well, the film is so old, it's in the public domain. So I cut it and uploaded it here.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TGZWzfoLVs
---
## Issue 13
### đ đĸđąđĒđđŽ đ¸đ¯ đđ¸đŧđŊđĒđĩđ°đ˛đĒ
-by @simplifylife
Two days ago, I stayed up late to watch El Classico. Admitted that this doesn't have that glamour of the past decade anymore. But to those of us who grew up watching these two teams at their absolute best fight it out for glory, and then carry on the fight and trash talk the next day during that 10 minutes break between physics practicals and English literature classes... El Clasico still holds a place somewhere deep down inside...
Maybe not for the glamour, but for the mere nostalgia.
The El Classico is just an analogy here. The reason I bring this up is to compare. Two days ago, Barcelona lost, and back in my teen years, my fingers would be breaking my keyboard writing long, pretty aggressive comments on Facebook. Don't get me wrong, I was neither a sore loser nor was I an arrogant gloater. But all it took was someone to trigger me to unleash the wrath of "CAPS LOCK" on the walls of Facebook. So maybe I was a sore loser, perhaps I was just better at hiding my emotions (I've been called a stone-hearted A-Hole on multiple occasions. There's no truth to it, but I see why I have been called such..)
But a few words of disappointment on Discord is all that the world got out of me; Facebook didn't even get a Login. As we grow up, we need to learn to accept defeat. I'm not sure whether it's sad that I have lost that passion, that fire or is it fair that I have matured and shifted my focus and energy on more important things than just a game of football(!!). Again, the el Classico is just an analogy here.
I know it's much easier to find something/someone to put the blame on. But it is not until we can admit we are at fault that we can genuinely accept defeat. There is no shame in accepting a defeat. In fact, I have come to realize that this is the stepping stone of finally moving on, letting go of grudges that were weighing down heavily on the mind.
Things change. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. But Things change, and I guess that's about the only thing that will never change.
And memories of the days gone by. They don't change. Sometimes they fade, sometimes our perception of memory changes. But the memories don't. And it's never just a game of football.
---
### đŽđ¸đđđđ đģđđđ đđļđ đđļ' đ- đđ. đŽđđžđđŊ đĸđđđ đđ đ˛đļđđŊđžđđđđđ
by - @notacinephile
I love this particular scene from Capra's take on the political system. This is when the casual, fun, easygoing vibe turns to seriousness in the film while still maintaining the visual comedy.
From the beginning, the young, newly appointed senator Smith was treated as a chocolate boy full of passion. Everyone winked and laughed behind his back. Some made fun of his strong sense of nationalism. He went to Washington to change the corrupt system. You know, changing the system from within. Huh, as if that ever works! In real life, people don't care about idealism. This is the subtext. Capra made a gripping comedy out of it.
When he tries to do something meaningful, Everything goes haywire. His life, political career, social image - all are about to collapse miserably; he still wants to keep fighting, still wants to show that he's right â only to make himself more of a laughingstock.
The visual comedy here is the combination of Smith's body language and everyone else's irritation.
The whole thing left a strong impression on me as I liked that Capra didn't bother to portray a one-man revolution. Preferably the system broke himself completely, utterly. The whole thing depended on the mercy and goodwill of one single man. While that doubles down on the dramatic effect but the system hardly gets any praise for that.
Any young soul who wants to make an impression on the system with his/her moral will should see this film.
---
# Photography
# Review
## Issue 8
### Hero's Journey-Template in narrative stories
-by @notacinephile
Take your favorite story, may it be a book, a cinema, or a folktale. Something you probably heard long ago, or as a kid. Something you had to read in school despite your immense unwillingness. Now consider â whether it fits the diagram above. Chances are, it will.
Hero's journey is a term coined by Joseph Campbell to infer the popular monomyth template in fictionâwhere a character (usually naive) goes on an adventure, finds mentors, meets friends, faces challenges. These challenges profoundly change him/her, and when they return, they are quite distinct in their ideas, visage, or emotional state compared to what they were at the beginning of their journey. I have seen some people mistaking it for good character development, it's not, that's entirely a different horse to take on.
Since before history, humans have told such tales following the monomyth template countless times and in many different ways hitherto. The ancient literature and religious scriptures are full of it, relatively modern authors like Charles Dickens, J.R.R. Tolkien, Mark Twain, Charlotte Bronte used it â and it's no wonder it still dominates. In fact, it's one of the most popular methods, and sometimes authors do it instinctively, without meaning to follow the pattern.
It's funny, isn't it? We, humans, fear change to a degree of intensity only matched by the fear of
death, but we long for change and progression in stories.
Mind you, the template is not bad or wrong in any way. It's just a categorization. But once you can break free of it and notice the stories that do not follow such patterns, you will learn to appreciate the subversive works more and more and discover the art form in novel ways.
I have seen "professional" or "expert" fiction writers often give out advice â create conflicts, make a satisfying ending. They essentially urge you to follow a formula. Which itself is not bad like I said before â underlying philosophy, prose, expression, and characterizations matter more than any formula. But a formula can shrink the room for creativityâ and the chances of experimenting with narrative fiction diminish.
This is why I really appreciate stories that have no endings or beginnings, stories that leave me baffled with their unusual narrative style, hold me in a place, motionless. I also stay clear of anyone who's advice goes like this â "You have to put something in your story! You must!"
---
# Bangla
## Issue 9 [Also valid for Review section]
### āĻŽāĻ¨ā§ āĻ°āĻžāĻāĻžāĻ° āĻŽāĻ¤ āĻĢā§āĻ°ā§āĻŽ â āĻĒāĻžāĻĒāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧāĻ (Papillon) (ā§§ā§¯ā§ā§Š)
-by @notacinephile
[Source â Screenshot is taken from the film]
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## Issue 10
### āĻ¨āĻŋāĻ¸āĻ°ā§āĻ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻā§āĻ¤āĻŋ
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āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻžāĻā§āĻ¤āĻŋāĻ āĻ¸ā§āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻ°ā§āĻ¯ā§āĻ° āĻ˛ā§āĻ˛āĻžāĻā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻā§āĻ¯āĻžāĻ¤ āĻāĻ āĻĻā§āĻļ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āĻ° āĻāĻ¨ā§āĻ¯ āĻāĻļāĻŋāĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻĻ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻĒāĨ¤ āĻĒāĻžāĻāĻŋ, āĻĢā§āĻ˛, āĻĢāĻ˛, āĻāĻāĻžāĻļ, āĻŦāĻžāĻ¤āĻžāĻ¸, āĻ¨āĻĻā§, āĻĒāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻĄāĻŧ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§ āĻ āĻ¯ā§āĻ¨ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻ¤ā§āĻ¯ā§āĻā§āĻ° āĻāĻžāĻšāĻŋāĻĻāĻžāĻ° āĻāĻ āĻĒāĻžāĻļāĻ°āĻž āĻ¸āĻžāĻāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§ āĻŦāĻ¸ā§ āĻāĻā§āĨ¤ āĻ¨āĻĻāĻŋ āĻāĻŋāĻāĻŦāĻž āĻāĻ°ā§āĻ¨āĻž, āĻĒāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻĄāĻŧ āĻāĻŋāĻāĻŦāĻž āĻ¸āĻŽāĻ¤āĻ˛ āĻāĻā§āĻā§ āĻ āĻ¨ā§āĻ¯āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧā§ āĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻ¸ā§āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻ°ā§āĻ¯ā§āĻ° āĻā§āĻĄāĻŧāĻŋ āĻ¨ā§āĻāĨ¤ āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻ¤āĻŽāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ° āĻāĻ§ā§āĻ¨āĻŋāĻāĻ¤āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻĄā§āĻŦā§ āĻā§āĻ˛ā§āĻ āĻšā§āĻĻāĻ¯āĻŧā§āĻ° āĻāĻāĻāĻž āĻ āĻāĻļ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻˇ āĻāĻžāĻŦā§ āĻ°āĻā§āĻˇāĻŋāĻ¤ āĻāĻā§ āĻļā§āĻ§ā§āĻ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻā§āĻ¤āĻŋāĻā§ āĻ āĻ¨ā§āĻāĻŦā§āĻ° āĻāĻ¨ā§āĻ¯āĨ¤ āĻšā§āĻ¯āĻž,āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻā§āĻ¤āĻŋāĻ° āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻļāĻāĻ¸āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻĒāĻā§āĻāĻŽā§āĻ, āĻā§āĻ¨ āĻ āĻŦāĻž āĻ¨āĻ¯āĻŧāĨ¤āĻŽāĻ¨ āĻāĻžāĻ°āĻžāĻĒā§āĻ° āĻ¸āĻŽāĻ¯āĻŧāĻā§āĻ˛ā§āĻ¤ā§ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻā§āĻ¤āĻŋāĻ° āĻ¨āĻŋāĻ¸ā§āĻ¤āĻŦā§āĻ§āĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻ¯ā§ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻļāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤āĻŋ āĻ¤āĻž āĻāĻŋ āĻāĻāĻ¨ā§āĻ° āĻšāĻ°ā§āĻ āĻŽāĻ¨-āĻŽāĻžāĻ¨āĻ¸āĻŋāĻāĻ¤āĻž āĻĒā§āĻ°ā§āĻŖ āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āĻ§ā§ āĻŦāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ§āĻŦā§āĻ° āĻāĻžāĻā§ āĻĒā§āĻ¤āĻžāĻŽ? āĻ¨āĻžāĻš, āĻ¤āĻžāĻāĻ¤ā§ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻ¸āĻŦāĻā§āĻ¯āĻŧā§ āĻŦāĻĄāĻŧ āĻāĻāĻžāĻāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āĻŦā§āĻ° āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āĻ§ā§ āĻāĻ āĻ¸āĻŦā§āĻ,āĻ¨ā§āĻ˛ āĻ¸āĻžāĻĻāĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ¤ā§āĻ°āĻŋ āĻāĻ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻā§āĻ¤āĻŋāĨ¤ āĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻāĻāĻ¨ā§ āĻāĻā§āĻā§ āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ°āĻ āĻĒā§āĻ¨ā§āĻ¸āĻŋāĻ˛ āĻā§āĻ˛ā§ āĻ¨āĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§ āĻŦāĻ¸ā§ āĻĒāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋ āĻ¸ā§āĻ āĻā§āĻāĻŦā§āĻ˛āĻžāĻ° āĻāĻŽāĻŋāĻ° āĻ āĻāĻāĻŋāĻ¤ āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻ° āĻāĻŦāĻŋāĻā§āĻ˛ā§ āĻĒā§āĻ¨āĻ°āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻāĻžāĻ¤āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻĢā§āĻāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§ āĻ¤ā§āĻ˛āĻŋ āĻāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§ āĻ¸ā§āĻ āĻ āĻŦā§āĻ āĻŽāĻ¨āĻā§ āĻāĻ° āĻā§āĻā§ āĻĒāĻžāĻāĻ¯āĻŧāĻž āĻ¯āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧāĻ¨āĻŋāĨ¤āĻ¤āĻžāĻāĻ¤ā§ āĻāĻāĻ¨ āĻ¸ā§āĻ¯ā§āĻ āĻĒā§āĻ˛ā§āĻ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻā§āĻ¤āĻŋāĻ° āĻāĻžāĻ¯āĻŧāĻžāĻ¤āĻ˛ā§ āĻĄā§āĻŦ āĻĻā§āĻ¯āĻŧāĨ¤ āĻ āĻ¯ā§āĻ¨ āĻāĻ āĻ āĻ¨ā§āĻ¯āĻ°āĻāĻŽ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻļāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤āĻŋāĨ¤
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## Issue #11
### āĻ¸āĻŽāĻ¯āĻŧā§āĻ° āĻāĻžāĻāĻžāĻ¤āĻžāĻ°
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## Issue 12
### āĻ°ā§āĻā§āĻ˛āĻŋāĻ¨āĻŋāĻ° 'āĻ¸ā§āĻā§āĻ°āĻŽā§āĻŦāĻ˛āĻŋ'āĻ° āĻĒāĻžāĻ¤āĻž āĻĨā§āĻā§
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### āĻĒā§āĻĨāĻŋāĻŦā§āĻ° āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āĻ¨
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> :āĻšā§āĻ¯āĻžāĨ¤ āĻŦāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāĻ° āĻĻāĻŋāĻā§āĻ āĻāĻ˛ā§āĨ¤
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## Issue 13
### āĻ āĻ¨ā§āĻ¤āĻŋāĻŽ āĻ āĻāĻŋāĻŽāĻžāĻ¨
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# Poetry
## Issue 8
### The river flowed slowly
-by @sayee
The banks were looking pleadingly
Trash that was floating on the waters
and some that had got stuck between the rocks
It looked like an ungodly sight
The river wondered whether the dirt was more
On the waters or in the human's mind
Nobody seemed to mind
Plastic bags and discarded cans
Half ate pizzas that choked the plants
Sodas that made it hard for the fish to breathe
Oil spilt from the used bottles that were thrown away with ease
What would save nature from all of this, the river thought
Flowing along slowly
The speed checked by the debris
The waters polluted by both factory waste and the butcher's shop
Even the hospitals did not think about throwing the waste it had
and then came the rain; it rained hard day and night
The water rose, the land disappeared
The houses submerged, and the people ran
The waste was thrown back into the land
and the mad people threw it back into the river once again
The river became furious
and the floods occurred again
The people still did not learn
The virus came
Birds chirped freely
Animals roamed about
The man was locked in his house
The planet was free from pollution again
Some did throw away the 'masks'.
This time, they were warned
No more chances to be taken, dear human
There is a limit, and you have crossed it too often
The river now flows with ease
Once again, in peace
**A true story based on the mighty river Periyar and the floods of 2018 and 2019, Kerala**
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-by @deepu7
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## Issue 9
### Love from the heart
-by @sayee
Body here, mind elsewhere.
Action here, thoughts never there.
An act done with dedication.
A word spoke with affection.
Smiles that indicate true love and warmth.
Will remove the hatred that swarm.
Yesterday is now an illusion.
Tomorrow is only a haze.
You are now in control of what you are to do today.
Never waste the present gifted moment.
You can make it a wonderful memory for the next day.
The less than ordinary will go for âquantityâ.
Never bothered about the quality.
What you seek should not be money alone.
Peace will give you happiness, I guarantee.
When you look around, you may see poverty and hunger.
Remember to feel grateful for your next meal and blanket.
Life is not all about making money and hoarding.
It is also about sharing and caring.
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## Issue 10
### āĻāĻžāĻļāĻĢā§āĻ˛ā§āĻ° āĻāĻžāĻŦā§āĻ¯ - āĻ¨āĻŋāĻ°ā§āĻŽāĻ˛ā§āĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§ āĻā§āĻŖ
-Recited by @deepu7
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=woWrTOzCA_o
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āĻ¤ā§āĻ˛āĻā§ āĻāĻžāĻļā§āĻ° āĻŽāĻ¯āĻŧā§āĻ° āĻā§āĻĄāĻŧāĻž āĻāĻžāĻ˛ā§ āĻā§āĻāĻĒāĻžāĻ° āĻāĻ¨ā§āĻ¯ā§āĨ¤
āĻ¯ā§āĻ¨ āĻļāĻ°āĻ¤ āĻ°āĻžāĻŖā§ āĻāĻžāĻļā§āĻ° āĻŦā§āĻ°āĻāĻžāĻāĻžāĻ¨āĻŋ āĻā§āĻ˛ā§,
āĻāĻžāĻļāĻŦāĻ¨ā§āĻ° āĻ āĻāĻĄāĻŧāĻžāĻ˛ āĻĨā§āĻā§ āĻ¨āĻžāĻāĻā§ āĻĻā§āĻ˛ā§ āĻĻā§āĻ˛ā§āĨ¤
āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻĨāĻŽ āĻāĻŦā§ āĻĢā§āĻā§āĻā§ āĻāĻžāĻļ āĻ¸ā§āĻ āĻļā§āĻ§ā§ āĻ¤āĻž āĻāĻžāĻ¨ā§,
āĻ¤āĻžāĻ āĻ¤ā§ āĻ¸ā§ āĻ¤āĻž āĻ¸āĻŦāĻžāĻ° āĻāĻā§ āĻā§āĻāĻĒāĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻŦā§āĻāĻ§ā§ āĻāĻ¨ā§āĨ¤
āĻāĻā§āĻā§ āĻāĻ°ā§ āĻĄā§āĻā§ āĻŦāĻ˛āĻŋāĻ âāĻāĻā§ āĻāĻžāĻļā§āĻ° āĻŽā§āĻ¯āĻŧā§,
āĻāĻāĻā§ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻā§āĻ āĻā§āĻĄāĻŧāĻžāĻ˛ā§ āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻĻā§āĻāĻž āĻĒā§āĻ¯āĻŧā§āĨ¤â
āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻšāĻžāĻ¤ā§ āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻāĻžāĻ˛ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻžāĻ° āĻāĻžāĻļ,
āĻ¤āĻžāĻ āĻ¤ā§ āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻ āĻļāĻ°āĻ¤ā§ āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻā§āĻ°āĻ¤āĻĻāĻžāĻ¸āĨ¤â
āĻāĻžāĻ˛ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻžāĻ° āĻāĻžāĻŦā§āĻ¯ āĻļā§āĻ¨ā§ āĻāĻžāĻļ āĻāĻ°ā§āĻā§ āĻ¯ā§āĻ,
āĻĻā§āĻāĻŋ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻļāĻ°āĻ¤-āĻ°āĻžāĻŖā§ āĻāĻžāĻļāĻŦāĻ¨ā§ āĻāĻ° āĻ¨ā§āĻāĨ¤
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## Issue 11
### āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻžāĻ¨ â āĻšā§āĻ˛āĻžāĻ˛ āĻšāĻžāĻĢāĻŋāĻ
-Recited by @deepu7
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQIwVG4mxEM
āĻāĻāĻ¨ āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻā§āĻĨāĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻāĻā§ āĻā§āĻŽāĻ¨ āĻāĻā§, āĻĒāĻ¤ā§āĻ° āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§ā§ˇ
āĻāĻ āĻŦāĻŋāĻā§āĻ˛ā§ āĻŽā§āĻ˛āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻā§āĻ¨āĻž āĻāĻžāĻŽāĻā§āĻ¯āĻŧāĻžāĻ˛ā§ āĻ¤āĻžāĻ˛ āĻĒāĻžāĻāĻžāĻāĻž
āĻā§āĻŦ āĻ¨āĻŋāĻļā§āĻĨā§ āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻšāĻžāĻ¤ā§ āĻā§āĻŽāĻ¨ āĻāĻā§, āĻĒāĻ¤ā§āĻ° āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§ā§ˇ
āĻā§āĻ¯āĻžāĻ˛ā§āĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻžāĻ°ā§āĻ° āĻā§āĻ¨ āĻĒāĻžāĻ¤āĻžāĻāĻž āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻŽāĻ¤ā§ āĻā§āĻŦ āĻŦā§āĻ¯āĻĨāĻŋāĻ¤
āĻĄāĻžāĻāĻ° āĻā§āĻā§ āĻ¤āĻžāĻāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§ āĻĨāĻžāĻā§ āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻĻāĻŋāĻā§, āĻĒāĻ¤ā§āĻ° āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§ā§ˇ
āĻā§āĻ¨ āĻāĻĨāĻžāĻāĻž āĻ āĻˇā§āĻāĻĒā§āĻ°āĻšāĻ° āĻā§āĻŦāĻ˛ āĻŦāĻžāĻā§ āĻŽāĻ¨ā§āĻ° āĻāĻžāĻ¨ā§
āĻā§āĻ¨ āĻ¸ā§āĻŽā§āĻ¤āĻŋāĻāĻž āĻāĻ¸ā§āĻāĻžāĻ¨āĻŋ āĻĻā§āĻ¯āĻŧ āĻāĻžāĻ¸āĻ¤ā§ āĻŦāĻ˛ā§ āĻĒā§āĻ°ā§āĻŽā§āĻ° āĻŦāĻžāĻ¨ā§
āĻĒāĻ¤ā§āĻ° āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§, āĻĒāĻ¤ā§āĻ° āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§ā§ˇ
āĻāĻ° āĻ¨āĻž āĻšāĻ˛ā§ āĻ¯āĻ¤ā§āĻ¨ āĻāĻ°ā§ āĻā§āĻ˛ā§āĻ āĻ¯ā§āĻ¯āĻŧā§, āĻāĻĒāĻ¤ā§āĻ¤āĻŋ āĻ¨ā§āĻā§ˇ
āĻāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§ āĻĨāĻžāĻāĻ˛ā§ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻā§āĻā§, āĻāĻžāĻ° āĻā§ āĻ¤āĻžāĻ¤ā§?
āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻ¨āĻž āĻšāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻāĻžāĻ˛ā§āĻŦā§āĻ¸ā§āĻ āĻā§āĻ˛ āĻāĻ°ā§āĻāĻŋ āĻā§āĻ˛ āĻāĻ°ā§āĻāĻŋ,
āĻ¨āĻˇā§āĻ āĻĢā§āĻ˛ā§āĻ° āĻĒāĻ°āĻžāĻ āĻŽā§āĻā§ āĻĒāĻžāĻāĻ āĻĻā§āĻĒā§āĻ°ā§āĻ° āĻ¨āĻŋāĻ°ā§āĻāĻ¨āĻ¤āĻž āĻā§āĻ¨ āĻāĻ°ā§āĻāĻŋ, āĻā§ āĻāĻ¸ā§ āĻ¯āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ?
āĻāĻ āĻā§āĻŦāĻ¨ā§ āĻāĻ¤ā§āĻāĻž āĻāĻ° āĻ¨āĻˇā§āĻ āĻšāĻŦā§,
āĻāĻ āĻŽāĻžāĻ¨āĻŦā§ āĻāĻ¤ā§āĻāĻž āĻāĻ° āĻāĻˇā§āĻ āĻĻā§āĻŦā§!
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## Issue 12
āĻŦāĻ¨āĻ˛āĻ¤āĻž āĻ¸ā§āĻ¨ - āĻā§āĻŦāĻ¨āĻžāĻ¨āĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻĻāĻžāĻļ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GxSVnmBFLBY&t=1s
-Recited by @deepu7
āĻšāĻžāĻāĻžāĻ° āĻŦāĻāĻ° āĻ§āĻ°ā§ āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻšāĻžāĻāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āĻāĻŋ āĻĒā§āĻĨāĻŋāĻŦā§āĻ° āĻĒāĻĨā§,
āĻ¸āĻŋāĻāĻšāĻ˛ āĻ¸āĻŽā§āĻĻā§āĻ° āĻĨā§āĻā§ āĻ¨āĻŋāĻļā§āĻĨā§āĻ° āĻ āĻ¨ā§āĻ§āĻāĻžāĻ°ā§ āĻŽāĻžāĻ˛āĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ¸āĻžāĻāĻ°ā§
āĻ āĻ¨ā§āĻ āĻā§āĻ°ā§āĻāĻŋ āĻāĻŽāĻŋ ; āĻŦāĻŋāĻŽā§āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¸āĻžāĻ° āĻ āĻļā§āĻā§āĻ° āĻ§ā§āĻ¸āĻ° āĻāĻāĻ¤ā§
āĻ¸ā§āĻāĻžāĻ¨ā§ āĻāĻŋāĻ˛āĻžāĻŽ āĻāĻŽāĻŋ ; āĻāĻ°ā§ āĻĻā§āĻ° āĻ āĻ¨ā§āĻ§āĻāĻžāĻ°ā§ āĻŦāĻŋāĻĻāĻ°ā§āĻ āĻ¨āĻāĻ°ā§ ;
āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻā§āĻ˛āĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻžāĻŖ āĻāĻ, āĻāĻžāĻ°āĻŋ āĻĻāĻŋāĻā§ āĻā§āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āĻ° āĻ¸āĻŽā§āĻĻā§āĻ° āĻ¸āĻĢā§āĻ¨,
āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻ°ā§ āĻĻā§āĻĻāĻŖā§āĻĄ āĻļāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤āĻŋ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¯āĻŧā§āĻāĻŋāĻ˛ āĻ¨āĻžāĻā§āĻ°ā§āĻ° āĻŦāĻ¨āĻ˛āĻ¤āĻž āĻ¸ā§āĻ¨āĨ¤
āĻā§āĻ˛ āĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻāĻŦā§āĻāĻžāĻ° āĻ āĻ¨ā§āĻ§āĻāĻžāĻ° āĻŦāĻŋāĻĻāĻŋāĻļāĻžāĻ° āĻ¨āĻŋāĻļāĻž,
āĻŽā§āĻ āĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻļā§āĻ°āĻžāĻŦāĻ¸ā§āĻ¤ā§āĻ° āĻāĻžāĻ°ā§āĻāĻžāĻ°ā§āĻ¯ ; āĻ āĻ¤āĻŋ āĻĻā§āĻ° āĻ¸āĻŽā§āĻĻā§āĻ°ā§āĻ° āĻĒāĻ°
āĻšāĻžāĻ˛ āĻā§āĻā§ āĻ¯ā§ āĻ¨āĻžāĻŦāĻŋāĻ āĻšāĻžāĻ°āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧā§āĻā§ āĻĻāĻŋāĻļāĻž
āĻ¸āĻŦā§āĻ āĻāĻžāĻ¸ā§āĻ° āĻĻā§āĻļ āĻ¯āĻāĻ¨ āĻ¸ā§ āĻā§āĻā§ āĻĻā§āĻā§ āĻĻāĻžāĻ°ā§āĻāĻŋāĻ¨āĻŋ āĻĻā§āĻŦā§āĻĒā§āĻ° āĻāĻŋāĻ¤āĻ°,
āĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻ¨āĻŋ āĻĻā§āĻā§āĻāĻŋ āĻ¤āĻžāĻ°ā§ āĻ āĻ¨ā§āĻ§āĻāĻžāĻ°ā§ ; āĻŦāĻ˛ā§āĻā§ āĻ¸ā§, âāĻāĻ¤āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¨ āĻā§āĻĨāĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻāĻŋāĻ˛ā§āĻ¨?â
āĻĒāĻžāĻāĻŋāĻ° āĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻŧā§āĻ° āĻŽāĻ¤ā§ āĻā§āĻ āĻ¤ā§āĻ˛ā§ āĻ¨āĻžāĻā§āĻ°ā§āĻ° āĻŦāĻ¨āĻ˛āĻ¤āĻž āĻ¸ā§āĻ¨āĨ¤
āĻ¸āĻŽāĻ¸ā§āĻ¤ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻ° āĻļā§āĻˇā§ āĻļāĻŋāĻļāĻŋāĻ°ā§āĻ° āĻļāĻŦā§āĻĻā§āĻ° āĻŽāĻ¤āĻ¨
āĻ¸āĻ¨ā§āĻ§ā§āĻ¯āĻž āĻāĻ¸ā§ ; āĻĄāĻžāĻ¨āĻžāĻ° āĻ°ā§āĻĻā§āĻ°ā§āĻ° āĻāĻ¨ā§āĻ§ āĻŽā§āĻā§ āĻĢā§āĻ˛ā§ āĻāĻŋāĻ˛ ;
āĻĒā§āĻĨāĻŋāĻŦā§āĻ° āĻ¸āĻŦ āĻ°āĻ āĻ¨āĻŋāĻā§ āĻā§āĻ˛ā§ āĻĒāĻžāĻŖā§āĻĄā§āĻ˛āĻŋāĻĒāĻŋ āĻāĻ°ā§ āĻāĻ¯āĻŧā§āĻāĻ¨
āĻ¤āĻĨāĻ¨ āĻāĻ˛ā§āĻĒā§āĻ° āĻ¤āĻ°ā§ āĻā§āĻ¨āĻžāĻā§āĻ° āĻ°āĻā§ āĻāĻŋāĻ˛āĻŽāĻŋāĻ˛ ;
āĻ¸āĻŦ āĻĒāĻžāĻā§ āĻāĻ°ā§ āĻāĻ¸ā§ - āĻ¸āĻŦ āĻ¨āĻĻā§ - āĻĢā§āĻ°āĻžāĻ¯āĻŧ āĻ-āĻā§āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āĻ° āĻ¸āĻŦ āĻ˛ā§āĻ¨ āĻĻā§āĻ¨ ;
āĻĨāĻžāĻā§ āĻļā§āĻ§ā§ āĻ āĻ¨ā§āĻ§āĻāĻžāĻ°, āĻŽā§āĻā§āĻŽā§āĻāĻŋ āĻŦāĻ¸āĻŋāĻŦāĻžāĻ° āĻŦāĻ¨āĻ˛āĻ¤āĻž āĻ¸ā§āĻ¨āĨ¤
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# Art
## Issue 9
### āĻĒā§āĻ°ā§āĻ¯āĻŧāĻ¸ā§
-by @artistparthoroy
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## Issue 10
### āĻā§āĻĒā§āĻ¨ā§āĻ° āĻāĻĢā§āĻ°ā§āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¤āĻŋ
-by @artistparthoroy
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## Issue 11
### đđģđ¸đđžđŦđŊ. đđģđ¸đđžđŦđŊ...?
-by @artistparthoroy
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## Issue 12
### Contaminated
-by @artistparthoroy
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## Issue 13
### đđŊđđĨđĨ đžđđđ đđđŠđđ
-by @artistparthoroy
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