Thursday, December 31, 2009

GAIN IN TEN

WISH YOU GAIN HAPPINESS , SUCCESS AND PROSPERITY IN 2 NOT 10 .

Thursday, December 24, 2009

MERRY X MAS

WISH YOU ALL A VERY VERY HAPPY CHRISTMAS !

Saturday, December 19, 2009

24 th ALL INDIA POSTAL CULTURAL MEET 2010

The 24 th All India Postal Cultural Meet will be at BHARTIYA NRITYA KALA MANDIR & KALIDAS RANGALAYA (PATNA) w.e.f. 5 th JAN'2010 to 9 th Jan' 2010 , in which the following officers/officials/wards will participate to represent Bihar Circle Postal Cultural Team ---
1. Shri Uday Bhan Tiwary , DA(P),Patna : Director of short play,"NISHANT"
2. Shri S. Bhaktavatslam : PLAYWRIT , VOCAL LIGHT HINDUSTANI SINGER , FOLK SINGER & ACTOR(SHORT PLAY)
3 Km. Sneha Raman : Vocal classical Hindustani & Vocal light Karnatik
4.Km. Pooja : Kathak
5. Shri Raj Kishore : Violine Hindustani
6. Shri Sunil Kumar Shrivastava : Flute
7. Shri Mithilesh Kumar Sinha : MONO-ACTING & Actor (short play)
8. Shri B.K.ROY : Actor(short play)
9. Raj Kumar Sinha : Actor(short play)
10. Shri Anil Kumar Verma : Actor(short play)
11. Shri Vijay Kumar Sinha : Actor(short play)
12.Shri Dilip Kumar Sinha : Actor(short play)
13.Smt. Gayamuni : Actress(short play)
14.Master Ujjwal Avinash : VOCAL CLASSICAL HINDUSTANI(Jr.)
15.Miss Anvesha Keshav : Vocal Light Hindustani (Jr.)
16.Miss Adya : Kathak & mono-acting (Jr.)
17.Miss Sanyukta Ghosh : Bharatnatyam (Jr.)
18. Miss Saloni : Folk song (Jr.)
19. Master Manish/Sumit : Tabla



The Regional Competition was held at Patna on 18.12.2009 in Patna GPO conference hall . Shri Uday Bhan Tiwari , The DA(P),Patna lit the Inaugural Lamp. Shri Ram Vilas Pandey, Ex. Sport Inspector & General Secretary , All India Swimming Association voted thanks .









Thursday, November 19, 2009

HIDDEN FACTS OF PATNA

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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

BILLO RANI BLOG

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Sunday, November 15, 2009

UNTOLD STORY OF BUNTY AND BABALY

Bunty and Babaly were love birds belonging to Lucknow. Bunty had keen interest in Bollywood. He aimed to join there as an actor, but his ambition was not a nightmare. He planned well to start with career in modeling. He stooped to ramp to conquer his goal. Very shortly he became a celebrated model of Lucknow and got chance in a few telefilms at local level.
Babaly started her career as a journalist in local daily. She used to promote and inspire Bunty through her daily news paper. It is truly said , love has wings. Their plight came into the notice of their parents. Babaly's Papa arranged her marriage with a buisness tycoon. Babaly was perplexed now. She advised Bunty to start some occupation very soon. Bunty managed some money and departed for FILM-WORLD.
FILM-WORLD is a land of dreams. Bunty's dreams were going to fulfilled with flying colours. There he came in contact of a professional PRO. The PRO recommended him to the producers, who were in search of new faces. Bunty got a villainish role of a terrorist in his debut film. But an ill fate was awaiting him.
Raja Thakral was a local leader, struggling for existence. He discriminated between locales and outsiders. He was watching and waiting for a chance to prove that the outsiders were indulged in terrorist activity in FILM-WORLD. So he got a golden chance through Bunty's episode. He conspired with the film producer and concieved a fatal story for Bunty.
The prime day came. Bunty was taken to the shooting location. The first scene was ready to be cinematographed. Bunty had a gun in his hands and he was terrifying the passengers in a city bus. The policemen were chasing him and he was to combat them.The Director commanded him to open fire on the policemen. Bunty did accordingly. Suddenly a sepoy was shot dead. Bunty took this action as a part and parcel of acting, but he was very much wrong. The gun, the passengers and the policemen were original. Before he understood the scenario , he was encountered by the police. His dead body was recovered with an AK 47 Riffle. The fanatic leader RAJA THAKRAL got success in his plight.
Babaly smelled some thing rat. She went to FILM-WORLD to investigate the facts for her news paper. She met the same PRO in disguise of a struggler. Along with him she roamed in FILM-WORLD. Finally she got the proof against THAKRAL, who was arrested very soon. When he was interogatted, he revealed a burning truth. He said that the Northern people are successful in all the fields around the world. It provoked his jealous against North. The Hon'ble Court of Law convicted him with CAPITAL PUNISHMENT. But the news paper of Babaly could not publish this story to avoid any panic in FILM-WORLD. So it remained UNTOLD STORY OF BUNTY AND BABALY.























Saturday, November 14, 2009

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BIHAR,THE LAND OF ENLIGHTMENT

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MAN IS ANIMAL BY NATURE

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Friday, November 13, 2009

CONFESSION OF A LEADER.

I would like to confess my malactivities before public who are the supreme judge in the democratic set up. I took birth on 15 th August 1947. It is only a coincidence, nothing else. From the very beginning of my childhood I started stealing money, utensils, clothings etc. from my house. I never went to school, though always pretended that I was going to my school. Once an astologer foretold that I was in the way of becoming a great national leader. Very soon my family witnessed that probability.One very fine morning I tore the clothes of my mother and made her almost naked. Then I started beating her with a wooden log. My father came forward to rescue her. I gave him a fatal blow of that very log. He collapsed on the spot. I was convicted and thrusted into Juvenile Reform Jail. After 12 years I was at large. Now I was a grown up man. I had no penny in my pocket, so I robbed a Bank with a band of gangsters, who were jailmates of mine. I enpocketted ten lacs of rupees against my share. I at once went to a political leader and donated him five lacs rupees. He saved me from the court of law. Then I pledged as a political criminal and took my examination by killing all of my brothers and sisters alongwith friends. I was all alone without any emotional relation and this way I became a celebrated leader.
I grew taste in wine, swine and concubine. I indulged myself in scam, murder, loot, rape and what not. People called me Mr. Corruptomafia, so I am. I reiterate that I have murdered my parents, so why should I care MOTHER INDIA ? I plundered Her a lot and deposited all the money on SWISS BANKS, as much as I can't count. Then I got admitted in ISI COLLEGE OF TERRORISM in PAKISTAN. I never believed in caste, creed, religion, Nationalism and even HUMANISM. I killed thousands of innocent people by serial bomb blasts. So what ? I am a leader and elected representative of people, so I have every right to play with their lives. I am next to creator of this world. Nobody can harm me. I am almighty, so by this confession I challenge you all, if you are empowered to punish me or ruin me, please come forward and test check your power.Just remember my name is Corruptomafia, resident of EVERYWHERE in INDIA.












OOPS ! CHACHA NEHRU COULD NOT HUG HIM !

This is a story of bad luck of my bossom friend , who missed the chance of being hugged by chacha Nehru, in his childhood. MANIK ( nick name ) is my friend. Long ago his father, a medical officer, now deceased, told this sad story. Once CHACHA NEHRU was to visit Patna. Two months before his arrival a group of six children, having elite background, were selected for his reception at front line during ovational ceremony at airport. Manik was one of them. He was kept under medicare of a huge team of expertise doctors. The auspicious day came. As per schedule, all the children, selected therefor, were awaiting CHACHA at PATNA AIRPORT. NEHRUJEE came and leaped forward to hug my friend, but suddenly Manik sneezed , out of chill blow of wind. CHACHA stopped and changed his idea. He hugged an another child. This was a great tragedy of my friend. Not only he but several children missed that opportunity, including a number of slum children, who were kept outside of airport at a far distance from their favourite and beloved CHACHA NEHRU. Even they could not have a chance to see how CHACHA NEHRU was looking face to face.

COMMON MAN IS POLITICAL INSECT

You may believe or not , but it is fact that common men are political insects. The politicians treat them as " use and throw assets".The public forget the last 5 years of their leaders during election and the leaders forget forthcoming 5 years of their public after election. But insect is insect. It is bound by its destiny. The destiny makes the public prey of their hunters. Political leaders are alive on their flesh, blood and money. They got every right to plunder them by freedom of India. The invaders did not loot the mother India as much as these politicians are. Todays politics is full of criminals indulged in scam, murder, rape, corruption and what not. One day would come when being an Indian and on calling as Indian would ashame us, due to these politicians. Nevertheless, I find nothing unnatural in the misdeeds of our leaders, because a major population did not fight for freedom of India, so we can not know the value of INDEPENDENCE. Secondly, our foremost leaders just after independence were so innocent that they could not guess the future of Indian politics. Now a days Indian politics is every thing except PATROTISM & NATIONALISM.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

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