CBA Souvenir 2013

A leopard cub
Subrata Ray

Surrounding Gorumara forest in the Dooars region of North Bengal, there are vast
expanses of tea gardens that stretch for a long distance from the edge of the jungle.
Against the backdrop of tall trees, these tea gardens form a vast landscape that joins at
its end the great wall, as it were, of sal, teak and shirish of the green jungle. Located in
the Himalayan floodplains of Dooars, Gorumara also has a river that winds its way
through and exits the forest at its farthest point in the east. The eastern part of the
forest indeed overlooks a longer stretch of tea gardens along the embankment of river
Murti. And at the end of the plantation, where the tea gardens open up to the road
connecting the place with the rest of the world, there are small cottages for tourists,
some shops and in their vicinity, draped in the foliage of banana, bamboo and betel
vines, a quaint village named Ramsai.

The village, Ramsai, is home to only a few families of men and women who depend
on the tea gardens, the river and the forest for their livelihood. While the women of the
village earn for the family by picking leaves in the tea gardens, its men catch fish in the
river, graze cows in the fields and do brisk business during tourist seasons selling tea,
snacks etc. to the visitors. They may occasionally go up to the fringes of the forest to
collect honey, sal leaves or other minor forest produces, but the fear of attack from wild
animals limits their sphere of activity mainly to tea gardens near the village.

A boy named Suman has grown up in this village under care of his parents and
grandparents. At the age of eight, he is imaginative, and has begun to explore the world
around him with a great deal of wonder and curiosity. He wakes up every morning to
feast his eyes on the green of the tea gardens melding into the thick green foliage of
Gorumara that dominates the skyline of Ramsai. His imagination takes wings and he is
transported over the vast tea gardens into the depths of the jungle where rhinos graze,
antelopes scamper, leopards prowl, peacocks dance and animals slake their thirst in the
waters of river Murti. In the village, there are legends about forest gods living invisibly in
the darkness under the trees. He has heard about forest gods not being satisfied with
the worship of the people, coming out of the forest in the form of wild animals and
causing misery to the villagers of Ramsai. All this makes the forest a mystery to him that
only deepens as he tries to unravel it.

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Suman’s grandfather, Gourkanta, who is in his eighties, has seen the forest since his
childhood. He has seen the small forest grow into the dense jungle Gorumara that it is
today. Not well educated, he is yet wise through his experiences of life, and there is
always a distinct glint in his eyes when he talks about the forest and its wild animals. He
tries to inculcate his values and deep love of forest in his grandson.

In his youth, Gourkanta was a stout man who dared to take on every other man in
wrist fights and boasted of his strength to be equal to that of a bison or a rhino. He used
to fish in the river during the rainy season when the waters of Murti had abundance of
fish, snails, crabs etc. Gourkanta used to have huge catch everyday at dawn when
incessant rains throughout night would bring more fish to his net. One day when he was
busy throwing the net, a leopard crept towards him under cover of darkness. The
leopard pounced on him from behind and clawed into his back and shoulders.
Gourkanta felt the pain, but he could not immediately make out what it was on his
shoulders. He stretched his right arm and got hold of the beast on his shoulders; then he
pulled it down with a flick of his hand and saw the leopard. Gourkanta used to carry a
cane staff to scare away stray dogs and to protect himself from the attack of wild
animals. He picked it up and whacked the leopard very hard. Badly hurt, the leopard
twisted in pain, and then sprang to the nearby bush and disappeared in the dark.
Gourkanta still carries the scratches of leopard claws on his back and shoulders.

Suman hears all these heroics of his grandfather with wonder and consternation. As
a child, he feels naturally attracted towards animals. He would have loved to take them
in his lap and caress them. But alas, the ferocious carnivores, venomous snakes or even
harmless antelopes have no affinity towards human beings.
Suman asks his grandfather, ‘We love them so much. Why are they not friendly with
us?’
‘Nature has given every creature a weapon to survive in this world, my son. Long ago
humans lived in the jungle with wild animals. They were endowed with intelligence; so
they moved away and built this civilization. Today only wild animals live in the jungles.
Nature has made them fierce and they need to be so, or else man won’t let them
survive,’ Gourkanta tries to educate his grandson.
Suman scratches his head and tries to makes sense of what his grandfather says about
the jungle. Then he asks, ‘Dada, why do we still love the jungle? Why don’t we conquer
it?’
‘Suman, we love the jungle because it is beautiful. Besides it is a mystery. It should
remain a mystery. If we conquer it, there will be no thrill in it. If there is no thrill, we will
lose interest in the jungle and it will lose its charm.’
‘Dada, when will I see a leopard?’ asks Suman. He has seen herds of elephants stray into
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leopard only in his school text book; he is yet to see the animal in flesh and blood that
his grandfather faced so valiantly in his youth.
‘You will see a leopard soon,’ the old man assures his grandson.

Suman’s mother plucks tea leaves and very often Suman accompanies with her to
the tea gardens. He likes to run along the rows of tea plants and climb trees in the tea
garden. One day her mother went to pick leaves in the tea garden very near the forest
with a group of women. Suman followed her mother and as usual climbed a tree to have
good view of the tea garden and people working in it. But sitting on the branch of the
tree, he saw some movement in the plants in one corner of tea garden near the forest.
He quickly climbed down and went to examine the place where plants had overgrown
and formed a thicket that looked impenetrable from a distance. He peered through the
leaves and found to his surprise three tender cubs squirming under the tea plants. He
lowered his head and took out one of the three cubs from the thicket. Then he picked it
up and hid it under his shirt lest his mother or any other woman saw the cub and spoilt
the excitement completely. He told his mother that he was going and left for home in a
moment.

Gourkanta was dumbstruck to see a leopard cub in Suman’s lap. He knew that
leopards were giving birth to their litter in the safety of tea gardens. But to see one in
Suman’s lap was something he never imagined.
‘Where did you find it?’ asked Gourkanta. ‘It’s a leopard cub.’
‘Leopard cub ! is it ?’ Suman was ecstatic. ‘I found it in the tea garden. Oh, it’s so tender
and nice.
There were two more of them in the thicket. I picked up only one. Now I’ll raise it as a
pet.’
‘It is a wild animal, my son. It needs the jungle to grow up. Jungle is its soul. Without
jungle, it will grow up only in size. It will never be the animal that we fear, we admire,’
Gourkanta reasoned with his grandson.
‘What shall we do about it now? Release it in the jungle?’
‘That’s what I’m so concerned about? The cubs are prone to infection. Proximity to
humans at this stage is no good for the cubs. Let’s return it to its mother as quickly as
possible. Let nobody else know anything about it. We’ll do it secretly. Today evening
we’ll take the cub to its mother. Please give the cub to me for keeping it safe until then.’
Gourkanta filled a bamboo basket with hays, kept the cub in it and hid the basket under
his bed.

Gourkanta thought up an excuse to go out with Suman in the evening. After
sunset, he took his cane staff and battery torch in his hand, and told his wife and
daughter-in-law, ‘We’ll have a bonfire in the field. After that we’ll have a grand feast
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may be a little late. Don’t worry.’ Then going back to his room, he wrapped a shawl
around him, hid the cub under it and left for the tea garden with Suman.

When the grandfather grandson duo reached that leopard encroached tea garden,
it was already dark and the foxes were howling in the forest. Suman switched on the
torch and showed his grandfather the thicket of tea plants under which he found the
cubs. Gourkanta searched the plants thoroughly for the two cubs, focussing the torch
from all sides, but did not find any of them. He asked Suman, ‘Are you sure this is
exactly the place where you spotted the cubs?’
‘Absolutely,’ said Suman. ‘That was the tree I climbed and from there I could see it,’
The fact of the two cubs missing from the thicket raised hopes of Gourkanta. The
mother leopard must have moved them to the safety of the jungle and would return to
look for the third one. Gourkanta gently put down the cub from his lap and whispered to
Suman’s ears, ‘The leopard must be somewhere around. Don’t make any noise. Come
along with me quietly.’
He took Suman behind the stump of a tree and asked his grandson to wait patiently for
the mother to come and pick its cub. A cool breeze was blowing from the side of the
forest. It was caressing their supple faces and reinvigorating the spirit of the old man.
Then as night fell, there was some movement in a bush near the jungle. In the
moonlight, they saw a big cow-like animal grazing by the edge of the forest.
‘A bison!’ whispered the old man.
‘But where is the leopard?’ Suman was getting restless.
Suddenly they saw two glowing objects approaching the corner of tea garden where
Suman found the cubs. Gourkanta told his grandson, ‘Look, she is coming. Look at her
bright eyes.’ Suman could see the animal with glowing eyes reach the cub. On finding
the cub, the leopard snarled. Then she picked up the cub in her mouth, padded past the
tea garden and with a spring, entered the jungle.

Suman’s mind was filled with wistfulness. Within a short time, he developed a
fondness for the wild cub and wanted to possess it. But alas, the wild belonged only to
nature and its gift was only to be seen and appreciated from a distance.
‘Will we happen to see the cub again?’ Suman asked his grandfather.
‘The cub will grow up in the care of mother nature. After a few years, he will be the king
of the jungle. And you will definitely see him roam by the edge of forest in broad
daylight,’ said the old man to his grandson.

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দটু ি ব োন ঴তো঱ো বম ছির কোছি
িুছে এছরো ব঳খোছন.
রীতো ব োদক যোভধনু চছর বগর

দটু ি বফোন ছির তোযো বযোছদ বদয কোজ ব঱ল ।।
আ঱ো আয ঴তো঱ো, ঴তো঱োয ঳খু বনই
আ঱ো ছির ঴োঁছা ঳ খ঱ু ী
ঠিক বমন ঝযণো ঱ূণযছম ঳ফ েু কু ।
এই আছি, এই বনই খোছর বিোছে বমথো আ঱ো
ঠিক কই ঠিকোনো?
দটু ি বফোন আছি জোছন— বপছর বগছি ছন঱োনো
বকোথো বথছক এছরো তোযো খোছর ঴োছত বপছয শুধু
তো বতো আছজো অজোনো ।।
এক যো঱ যোভধনু দটু ি বফোছন ছভর ফুছঝ ঴ছফ নো ।।
ছনছে আ঱ো একছদন দটু ি বফোন ছির তোযো
ফনু ছির ভছনোযভ এক নক঱ো । খুফই ছক অছচনো?
ভন কই এক কোছজ? আভোছদয ছ঴েো ভোছঝ
বযৌছেয ছঝছক ছভছক
বদছখ বিোছে ব঳খোছন, রুছকো িুছ঩ বখরো কছয দটু িছত
বপছর ছদর ঳ফেু কু ভছন ঴ে ছচছন বমন
নতু ছনয েোছন বত ।।
আছি ঳ফ ছ঴েোছত ।।

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रडाई

मे ख़ौफ्नाक वायदातों का सिरसिरा कफ तक चरता यहेगा?
इनिान का जजस्भ हवि के सिकाय कफ तक फनता यहेगा?
कयना होगा तस्रीभ कफ तक पऩिाचो का ज़ुल्भ?
रूह भािभू ो का इि तयह कफ तक कु चरता यहेगा?

ननबमभ ा को मे दरयन्दे कफ तक नोच नोच कय खामगे ा?
सिमाित औय दौरत के ऩीछॆ मे कफ तक छु ऩता यहेगा?
ककतने भोभफत्ती जरे, ककतने जुरिू ननकर,े िदय के िड़क ऩय,
कपय बी योज़ अख्फाय खोरो, नमा एक भज़रभू सभरगे ा |
िहना अफ भक़फरू नहीॊ होता, आखख़य इनिान कफ तक िहेगा?
ऩानी िय िे ऊऩय चढ़ चकु ा है, कु छ तो अफ कयना ऩड़गे ा |
काननू फदर चकु ा है भगय पकभ ऩता नही क्मा होगा !
भहु ाकपज़ काननू के तोड़े क़ाननू , उििे कौन रोहा रगे ा ?

ऩने को िॊत - िाधू कहत,े ितै ान कौन कह्रामेगा ?

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नघनौने हयकतों िे क्मा कबी बी मे फाज़ आएगा ?
सिमाित के नभु ाइॊदे कयंेगे कफ तक इिके हहपाज़त ?
तहे ज़ीफ हभायी कहाॉ गमी, धभभ का हभाया क्मा होगा ?
कफ िभझगंे े अऩने को भेह्पू ज़, कफ मे जभु भ रुके गा ?
कौन कहाॉ िे इि भिरे का हर ढूॉढ कय रामेगा ?
कहते है ख़मार फदरना है, फदरना होगा भाहोर को,
क्मा मे भजु रयभ ज़भीय की दस्तक कबी बी िनु ऩामगे ा?
इि हैवानी कपतयत को कयना है रुक्ित, तो ननयॊतय रड़ना ऩडगे ा,
हय आदभी भें िोई हुई इॊिाननमत को खझझॊ ोड़ कय जगाना ऩडगे ा,

कयना है कु छ ऐिा कक काॉऩ उठे हेवानो के वजदू ,
तबी ककिी के ज़हन भंे ऩनऩता जुभभ कबी िय उठा न ऩामेगा |

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आिभाॉ ज़भीीँ ऩे उतय आए तो कोई फात फने,
हदर िे हदर सभर जाए तो कोई फात फने,
अब्र की िामे भंे धऩू छू ऩ जाए तो हौिरा न खोना,
िफ-े भोह्ताफ भें हदरदाय की खत ् बी आए तो कोई फात फने |

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यात अॊधये ी है औय िपक़ बी कापी दयू ,्
याह् भें एक ियाम सभरंे तो कोई फात फन,े
गभ तो ऐिी चीज़ है जो िफके हदर भंे है,
थोड़ी खुिी बी सभरंे हभे तो कोई फात फने |
पु र िहया भें खखरे तो फहाय आ जाए,
गॊगा प्रभे की फहे तो जन्नत फन जाए,
इश्क का यॊग रके य कपय यहा हूॉ चायों िम्त,
तस्वीय हुस्न का सभरंे तो कोई फात फने |
मह इम्तहान की घडी है चरना िम्हर के ,

तभाभ नपयतों को प्माय भें फदर के ,
जजॊदगी अजीफ है न िहर है यहे-ख़ुरिू ,
कपय बी काभेमाफ हुए तो कोई फात फने |

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঳ৃছজতো বঘোল

বতোভোয বতো ছির ঳ফ রূ঩ বমৌফন ভছদযতো
আয ঑ ছির –
ফুক বযো ভোেো ফুক বযো বোরফো঳ো

ছনছজছক ঳ভ঩নপ কছয তু ছভ স্বোথপ঩য
একছফন্দু ভভতো ঑ ছক ব঩ছত ঩োযছতো নো
ফোরক উত্তীে

নো ব঩ছত ঩োযছতো নো
তোয অ঩যোধ ????
ব঳ বতোভোছক বোরছফছ঳ছির???

঳ভস্ত ফলপোয ভধেু ু কু
ছগছে ঩ড়কু ঐ ঳ভুছে
ফোড়োক আয ঑ দ-ু চোয বে বেউ
ভরু ঳ো঴োযো জ্বছর ব঱ল ঴ছে মোক
ভরু বত বতো আয ঳ফজু প঳র ঴ে নো –
঩তছেয ভছতো ভছযি

তৃ ছণয ভছতো ভোটিছত ছভছ঱ছিো
ছকন্তু ছনছজয ছফছফক বক ছক জফোফ ছদছেি??
তু ছভ নোযী??
঳তীছেয দষৃ ্টোন্ত ঴ছে থোকছফ??
তোই বতো যছফ কছফয ঱যোভো
নোযীয ভোেোয ির বক এত ঘনৃ ো কছয।।

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The Mysterious lady

Sayan Jana

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Sweet Sweden

Sabyasachi Sengupta

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Lady with a pot - A Sketch

Dayita Halder

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Matangini Hazra- A Sketch

Girish Panicker

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RABINDRANATH TAGORE- A Sketch

Girish Panicker

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Satyajit ray- A Sketch

Girish Panicker

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Eid Mubarak- a collage

Adwitiya Paul

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l the village - crayons

Adwitiya Paul

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Assorted poems

Gargi Saha

FIGURES OF SPEECH IN FICTION
Be as wise as serpents, as harmless as doves
Where let the edifice of life be pity, mercy and love.

Life is a bubble
Entangled with thorns and troubles
In life's forest we wander lonely as a cloud.
Where it takes the shape or form of a cloud.

Variety is the spice of life.
Sometimes we may experience the kind cruelty

of the surgeon's knife.

Fortune smiled upon me.
When the winds were whispering into me.

'Thousand saw I at a glance,'
The murmuring bees upon the flowers danced
There is a miniature of the tiger and the ape in his character.

So I asked him am I your keeper?
To err is human, to forgive divine,
'I pray thee, O God, that I may be beautiful within.'

One should respect grey hair.
Who look forward for your concern and care.
Is life worth living that depends on the liver?

She is the joy of her mother.
There is no one so poor as a wealthy miser.
But can he spend generously his earned treasure?

Oh I pity on the beggar in torn rags!
His empty tummy and bags .

I am a citizen of no mean city,
Being a child I have no liability.
O liberty, what crimes have been committed in thy name!
'Frailty, thy name is woman's fame!
The child is the father of the man.
The proper study of mankind is man.'

HAPPINESS WITH A SCAR

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Mid pleasures and palaces roamed Page 95
Conquered the world
Ruled the roost
Revered always
Felt superior
A complexity grew
Untamed, unknown
Labelled as 'pride'

Couldn't fulfill the natural beauties
Touch the dew drops
See the rising sun
Talk to the gypsies

Put away on distant shelves
What happiness is this?

Where satisfaction is amiss
Choices always be higher
According to the social strata
And wishes also to be tamed
In the name of suave sophistry

Which place, race is it?
Which grants no liberty
To the soul of mankind
Once he ascends to the throne
And becomes known
His aspirations, likings become unknown

Only pigeonhole
Be 'someone' yet a part of the whole.

TOGETHER SEPARATE

Laugh, giggle, imitate
Grouping, gaming, gabfest
Picnics, parties, seminars

Together every time
Yet man lives in different worlds
In education, religion, opinions
Domains, speculations, contemplations

Status, prestige, honor
Each knows the other fully
Accommodates, acclimatize, affiliate
And continues the enigma
Together separate man is
That makes him different
From all others Yet similar every time.

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THE TINY LIFE SAVERS

A gargantuan elephant was driving a car
Suddenly collided head on with a truck
And was unconscious, bleeding profusely
Was admitted in a renowned nursing home in the I.C.U.

There is a clot in the brain
It has to be operated

Such grave news spread like wild fire
And all the creatures gathered to boost the moral support of the elephant's family

Blood has to be given to the elephant to save him
From the ginormous pain and trauma

Dinosaurs, Hippopotamus, Leopards, Camels all flocked together in armies
But alas! none's blood group matched

An abyss of silence , woe, misery descended
Perhaps they would lose their best friend

A ray of hope shined when two ants marched
Their Blood Group A+ matched with the ailing elephant's
He was thus saved, is hale and hearty now and owes an ocean of debt

To the tiny life savers.

DEATH ------------------- A NEW LIFE

Attacks ---------- Accentuates -------------- Appall ----------
Battles ------------ Bemuses ----------------- Bemoans --------
Maims -------------- Marred ------------------ Wastes ------------
Dismembers -------- Mangles ----------------- Devastates ---------
Cold ----------------- Icy ------------------------ Snow -------------

Death the emperor of all truths---------
Destructs the present consumed, consummate life

And grants a new life
Hence death the inevitable light----
The Destroyer and the Preserver---------

The seed of a new life
Whose potential tree would be the taking body itself

Thus death isn't a death at all
But a new life.

Note: The process of death is described as it attacks, maims and finally devastates. It is
a destroyer and a preserver since it endows a new life, killing the present one. Hence
death isn't a death at all but a new life altogether.

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THANK YOU GOD FOR EVERYTHING

They cannot perceive the difference between light and darkness
Cannot enjoy the marvelous, magnificently designed universe
With the high mountains
And the steep valleys
The overflowing oceans, the dry deserts
The smorgasbord of the motley bounties
Scattered all around
For they are deprived of vision
Many cannot distinguish between silence and loudness
The notes of myriad musical instruments
The difference between a male and female voice
For they are unfortunately deprived of listening.
We can express our thoughts, feelings and emotions

Via words, colored in succulent languages throughout the world.
But there are teeming thousands who are dumb.

We can jump, walk run, dog paddle across continents
But think of those poor creatures who are lame or physically disabled by wars

Have to move across with an escort always
And their freedom's tamed.
To be born absolutely normal

With the proper functioning of all the organs
Is a great blessing in disguise

Which we're blissfully ignorant about
For we do not know the worth of water until the well is dry.
I pity those millions who are physically deformed enormously

And have no ray of hope however
Just an existence like a ship without its rudder

We who can by God's Grace speak
Do we never title tattle, ridicule hurt, the poorest being anywhere anytime?

Do we always speak the truth?
Can we truly distinguish the Right and the Wrong?

The Good and the Bad?
Will we Someday listen to 'His' Voice?
Will our feet lead us to the right destination?
Thank you God for blessing us with two eyes to visualize this beautiful world
Thank you God for blessing us with the two ears to listen

Thank you God for letting us sing
Thank you God for letting us realize the warmth and the cold

Thank you God for every thing.

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BELOW POVERTY LINE (BPL)

Sushant Chowdhary

Below Poverty Line or BPL drive ought to have stringency in branding an Indian Family,
taking into consideration its earning status or/and capacity. It needs to be free from
caste, creed, communal and provincial aspects as well.

It should not be brought within the ambit of politics lest the stained politicians, evil
and opportunistic minded may politicize and cash out for achieving their own desirable
missions.

To our utter dismay, we observe that these BPL branded people fall very pretty
frequently in the hands of such cash rich crooks who tend to utilize them to grab their
evil missions without helping them on gradual recovery from poverty line. Lack of
education, culture, alertness and agility together with subject knowledge and undue
dependence upon cash rich crooks surely push them back.

“Gareebi Hatao” slogan, launched once upon a time by late Mrs Indira Gandhi,
the ex-premier of India severely and miserably cut a sorry figure.

Off late the newly elected President of India, Mr Pranab Mukherjee has been
reported to have wished before the mass media of inject life to the “Gareebi Hatao”
movement, branding it as “Hunger Elimination” from India.

But it remains to be seen, how far he will succeed in his maiden task in his
present capacity as the first citizen and the resident of Raisina Hills.

If a strategic and planned move is taken by framing laws and by-laws in the
shape of a Bill, honoring the Dos and Don’ts within the ambit of Indian Constitution and if

the Bill gets tabled in both the houses of Parliament and consequently gets passed for
onward introduction and implementation thro’ due enforcement and further it is put for

effective operation and implementation, helping the BPL branded families to get rid of

poverty by escalating their purchasing power, and if it succeeds in its mission, then India
can take a sigh of relief that someday, India will be richer and poverty-free on the bill’s

strategic implementation and which will surely turn out to be a vivid example to be

followed in future by the poverty-stricken nations, viz, Ethiopia, Mali, Nigeria and other

African nations, where food security and poverty are on rampage at present and for so

many years gone by. –.

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