GAME UP; GIRLS ON YOUTUBE; ITEM GIRL

NOT MURDER, NOT SUICIDE - BUT JOINT CRIMINAL CONSPIRACY

Not a single fan of such a "famous" actor as "Sushant Singh Rajput" and not a single male or female staff of all Indian TV news channels who have been shouting publicly on TV day after day about his "death" and being "murdered" by "Rhea" HAS EVEN SEEN THE DEAD BODY nor attended the burning (CREMATION) of the "dead body" of missing "Sushant Singh Rajput" (who must IN FACT have secretly escaped from his Mumbai flat in June 2020). This is a case of nasty joint criminal conspiracy against "Rhea"; appropriate punishment for criminal conspiracy is hanging/life imprisonment.

Kishalay Sinha किशलय सिन्हा [G] Oct3' 20

BAD NEWS

Bad news for Nazis. Indian citizens do not believe ANY Nazi fake news TV channel of India. ALL male and female reporters and studio staff of ALL Nazi fake news TV channels of India are dirty fucking cheats.

ALL Nazi female staff - female media कर्मी - of all NAZI fake news TV channels are just as EVIL as ALL Nazi male staff of all NAZI fake news TV channels. देश HATES Nazis.

Kishalay Sinha किशलय सिन्हा [G] Oct3' 20

गंदी drama

ALL Nazi Indian TV "news" channels have been doing गंदी drama under the direction of Satan/Himmler/W.F./Arnab on behalf of escaped Hitler/P.F./SSR against "Rhea" to mislead the public - drama, रचना, साजिश for गुमराह - BUT THERE IS BAD NEWS FOR NAZIS - complete tapes are available with CIA, FBI, CBI etc.

Nazi FAKE NEWS TV channels are always making up fake stories.

CBI या AIIMS ने (escaped) Sushant Singh Rajput का "DEAD BODY" देखा है क्या? - नहीं देखा - as the whole world knows.

How can CBI put "murder charges" "under Section 302" when CBI does not have any authentic proof whatsoever of even the  "death" of SSR who clearly escaped from his flat in June 2020. Nazi fake news TV channels are constantly spreading wild assertions.

If male and female staff of Nazi Indian TV news channels face the death sentence, it will be because of following the orders of Nazi bosses Satan/Himmler/W.F./Arnab and "escaped" Hitler/Peter/P.F./SSR.

Nazis in all forms will soon become an extinct species. (Cf. RT interview "Broken Ties With Nature") (8:45 AM IST)

Kishalay Sinha किशलय सिन्हा [G] Oct3' 20

HURRIED CREMATION

Not a single male or female Indian staff of ANY Indian TV news channel attended the "HURRIED CREMATION" of the (imaginary) "DEAD BODY" of escaped Sushant Singh Rajput, yet many of these TV journalists have been shouting hoarsely and publicly on Indian TV news channels day after day about the (FAKE) "DEATH" of SSR and his supposed "MURDER" by "Rhea" - a JOINT criminal conspiracy against "Rhea", such heinous criminal conspiracy punishable by HANGING/LIFE SENTENCE, I believe, under IPC (Cr.) Section 15B.

TOP VULTURES (vulture = shokoonee)

Satan/Himmler/W.F./Arnab (Shokoonee)

Hitler/Peter/P.F./SSR (Shokoonee Jr.)

Kishalay Sinha [G] October 2, 2020

WEARING A MASK

Whether a positive guy or a negative guy, everyone always wears a mask - you can never tell by looking at the face of anyone if he or she is telling the truth or is lying.

BANKRUPT 

Anil Ambani, owner of Reliance, who has not paid up huge loans he took from two Chinese banks, has told a London court that he has no money and has requested the London court to declare him bankrupt - so that he does not have to pay back to the two Chinese banks the huge amounts of money he owes to these two Chinese banks? (Zero wealth.)

WHY TAX NOT PAID 

A strange report has appeared in The New York Times: though Trump poses as a rich billionaire, his business is running losses. (Negative income.)

SAME VOICE 

I have noticed that clones often have the same voice - for example, the interviewer Stephen/Steven/Steve on Al Jazeera has the same voice as Peter/Stephen/Hitler (about 5:15 p.m. IST, October 2, 2020). The Al Jazeera interviewer Stephen is interviewing an ex U.S. General, a former U.S. National Security Adviser to Trump.

"REPUBLIC"

"REPUBLIC" is 100% Nazis. CIA, FBI, etc., please note. (Indian Army, Indian police, CBI know.)

Kishalay Sinha [G] October 2, 2020

NAZI RULE IS OVER

All male and female Nazi reporters and Nazi studio staff of all Nazi fake news TV channels are hoping that their reporting will gain mass support. Nonsense. Nazi rule is over. Fact. Hard fact. Brutal truth. Nazi arrogance will not work. Obsolete. Thanks.

Kishalay Sinha [G] October 2, 2020

CLONES 

Clones. Clones. Clones. Nazi male clones and Nazi female clones everywhere. HOW are CLONES made? WHERE on and inside Earth? All clone labs have been identified.

Kishalay Sinha [G] October 2, 2020

FLED FROM MUMBAI FLATS 

Sushant Singh Rajput's flatmate Siddharth Pithani and others must have ALREADY CONFESSED to CBI that Sushant Singh Rajput had FLED from his Mumbai flat in June 2020 and no "dead body" of "Sushant Singh Rajput" was found "hanging" from a non-existent "fan" in his A.C. room, and that his manager pr.  Disha had ALSO FLED from her Mumbai flat and she had NOT "fallen from" 10th/12th/14th floor of her building - a bullshit story (crucial flat register pages were torn off and CCTV was switched off on crucial days in June 2020). 

Kishalay Sinha [G] October 2, 2020

MOST EVIL POLLUTERS 

NAZI TV "news" channels are the world's dirtiest and most evil polluters.

All male and female staff of all Nazi TV "news" channels are "reborn" Nazis who work under Satan / "God" / Himmler / W.F. / Arnab and his evil son Peter / Hitler / P.F. / SSR and their evil clones.

Patriotic personnel of Indian Army, Indian police, CBI should take continuous action against Satan/"Arnab" and SSR/Hitler and their evil gang of male and female Nazis in India.

Patriotic personnel of Army, police, and intelligence agencies of all countries of the world should take continuous action against Satan/"Arnab" and SSR/Hitler and their evil gang of male and female Nazis in the world. Destroy the gang of Nazis!

The shocking truth is that FEMALE Nazis are just as EVIL as MALE Nazis.

"Alka" is a f. Nazi bitch.

All male and female Nazi politicians are f. Nazi bastards and f. Nazi bitches.

Napoleon Hill: INTERVIEW WITH THE DEVIL (YouTube). - The world's most important interview.

Kishalay Sinha [G] October 2, 2020

SSR CASE

All male and female Nazi criminal cheats who are SECRETLY INVOLVED in the FAKE "death" of Sushant Singh Rajput hoped to fool the world by the TRANSFORMATION of the bodies of f. Sushant Singh Rajput (SSR), Disha etc. Nazis did not realize till the fake SSR case that top scientists are infinitely more advanced than the gang of male and female Nazis. The entire gang of male and female Nazis on and inside Earth are under continuous surveillance and can be instantly wiped out by LASER. 

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 29, 2020

JOINT NAZI CRIMINAL CONSPIRACY

Day 1 से all male and female criminal liars of all Indian Nazi TV news channels have publicly - on TV - accused "Rhea" of being "MURDERER" of escaped "Sushant Singh Rajput" - without any of these Nazis even having seen his "DEAD BODY". A case of JOINT EVIL NAZI CRIMINAL CONSPIRACY against "Rhea".

Kishalay Sinha किशलय सिन्हा [G] 

September 29, 2020

"LIGATURE MARK" !!!

Ridiculous ... "ligature mark" - on a photo!! ... obviously by Photoshop! ... WHEN will fucking Nazis STOP their MASS IDIOCY? NAZIS are STILL not giving up when Nazis KNOW they are FINISHED.

ROUNDABOUT NONSENSICAL CHATTER 

The nonsensical stupid chatter on Indian TV news channels about SSR boils down to this, in plain words: there was no dead body because SSR escaped from his flat!

Is there ANY Nobel prize winning scientist who can say by looking at the VISCERA - the intestine - the inside of the stomach - what the dead guy's FACE looked like?!!! Even God in human form would be unable to do that, forget any Nobel prize winner.

Are ALL Indians regarded as FOOLS by all Nazi TV news channels?

ALL male and female staff of ALL Nazi TV news channels - LIARS - should be burned by LASER. Enough is enough.

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 29, 2020

IT IS THE STRANGEST FACT in the entire history of world journalism that:

NOT A SINGLE MALE OR FEMALE FAN OF SSR AND NOT A SINGLE INDIAN MALE OR FEMALE TV JOURNALIST HAS SEEN THE "DEAD BODY" OF SSR ("SUSHANT SINGH RAJPUT") YET ALL OF THEM HAVE BEEN SHOUTING ABOUT HIS "DEATH"!!! All are guilty of joint criminal conspiracy against "Rhea" by calling her "MURDERER" of SSR day after day on TV whereas SSR in fact ESCAPED from his Mumbai flat in June 2020. The punishment for joint criminal conspiracy under IPC (Cr.) Section 15 B is HANGING/life sentence.

Satan/SS Chief Himmler/W.F./Arnab & his son Peter/Hitler/P.F./SSR are behind this SHOCKING LIE.

Guwahati & Bollywood: joint world capital of Nazis.

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 28, 2020

GAME UP 

Billions of male and female humans have been kept inside earth for billions of years by Satan/Arnab and his evil gang of Nazis Peter/Hitler, Joseph/Stalin/Kr. etc. But the game is up, Nazis know.

The entire gang of evil male and female Nazis (in all forms) ON and INSIDE Earth can be burned by LASER at any moment.

All owners and male and female staff of all Nazi TV news channels will be grilled and tortured.

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 28, 2020

CR. GIRLS ON YOUTUBE

TOP 10 BEST AUTHORTUBE MOMENTS (24:24) / Camille Myrick (YouTube)

Use God's treatment for DEPRESSION (Christian mental health) (9:15) / Rachel Stephens (YouTube)

Two charming moving YouTube videos by cr. authortuber Camille and cr. evangelist Rachelle whose sweet innocence makes My eyes fill with Crocodile tears. (It may seem that I use Crocodile tears too much but I really do feel like shedding heartfelt Crocodile tears quite often.)

The Truth About Being Self-Employed (19:51) / Mandi Lynn (YouTube)

A heart-rending, heart-wrenching video by another cr. YouTuber girl whose sweet innocence also makes My eyes fill with heartfelt Crocodile tears.

Google sources mention that Mandi has several books published by Amazon and also that "Mandi is the owner of Stone Ridge" and that "above all" Mandi has graduated high school. My heart bleeds for her (idiomatic metaphor). 

There are many more struggling cr. girls on YouTube who also want to become rich and famous and well-known overnight, cr. girls like the studious Natalia Leigh and mildly sarcastic Jenna Moreci and book reviewer Merphy Napier and novelists Savi Sharma and Preeti Shenoy and the creator and interviewer of her "happiness project" Dhanya Varma and motivational speaker Priya Kumar and many others whose sweet sad pathetic innocence also makes My heart bleed (a metaphor) and My eyes want to shed Crocodile tears (a cruel metaphor).

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 27/28, 2020

TWO BOOKS ON GOD

Deepak Chopra: HOW TO KNOW GOD, Random House; ISBN 9780712605489; paperback; 305 pages; Random House India price ₹ 499.00 (when I bought it).

Neale Donald Walsch: Conversations with God

I have observed that it is an ancient and hoary tradition that some intense female writers who have kept on getting "reborn" again and again many, many times often use male pen names or act as anonymous ghost writers for male authors.

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 28, 2020

Dimi [Dhimi]

"You can't dodge the wasp that you have provoked." It was Bhibhiram who had said this.

(p. 1)

*

Dhanpur was in the prime of his youth. The unforgettably striking feature of his virile form was the look in his large eyes. A fire seemed to burn perpetually in that look ... this youth carried a flame in him. Others never got to see the flame of his secret anguish.

(p. 1-2)

*

Bhibhiram [Z] stared in great fear at the stubby fingers of Dhanpur. According to rural beliefs, people with such stubby fingers could murder without the least hesitation. Dhanpur eyed Bhibhiram with suspicion and said, "You are right, Brother Bhibhiram. You said we are provoked wasps. The wasp's weapon is the sting. But right now I'm really more of a butcher." He closed his fist and continued, "That woman [Ms. Z] of yours turns her eyes away every time she sees these stubby fingers. Well, the Almighty never gave them to me to hold a pen. They were given to me to wield hammers and choppers."

"I know. Without your knowledge, she sought a means of divine remedy from our spiritual head. He studied the horoscopes and declared the presence of two malevolent constellations in Lagna. He prescribed the mode of propitiating the constellations. She even relayed this to your mother. I don't know what happened after that."

"Well, I picked up spanners after that."

Bhibhiram became silent. He remembered the day. 

The country was full of troops by then. The Japanese had even reached the other bank of the Chindwin. The presence of American, British, Chinese and Australian troops had created havoc in the country. And the messengers of death [Himmler and Hitler's Nazis], in the shape of the ruthless police and the CID [CID = Crime Investigation Department, a branch of the State Police Services of India], hounded those who who served the cause of the country and made their lives miserable. Not to speak of the towns, even the villages sprouted a band of treacherous contractors. There was no dearth of traitors. Even the Communists, instead of opposing the war, dubbed it as an anti-Fascist struggle, and found fault with the decision of the Shanti Sena workers. Not disheartened even by this, the workers picked out the top-notch ones among themselves. At Kampur, all eyes fell on Dhanpur.

(p. 2-3)

*

He had been disinterested in his studies since his school days and nothing in his textbooks had left any impression on his mind. The teacher would teach Mathematics and he would be thinking of something else. One day during a Mathematics lesson, his mind dwelt drowsily on a Mikir maiden. 

The girl was fair. An exquisitely formed body on a pair of beautifully shaped calves. He had never seen such shapely calves on any Assamese girl [Assam: mis-spelling of Adam?]. Her name was Dimi and her mother was called Kaadam. She would wear a lek around her neck, kadeng singro on her ears, roi on her wrists and a colourful pini around her waist. A  jinso covered her bosom [br.]. He found out the names by asking her. The mother wore just the pini [around her waist] and the jinso [covering her bosom/br.]. Sometimes they left him some ginger, chillis and oranges. The girl's mother once told him the story of 'Harat Konwar' ['শৰৎ কোঁৱৰ'?] around the fireside in the Bhibhiram household.

They had stayed up well past midnight listening to the story, with Bhibhiram's wife leaning against a post and yawning away to glory in her efforts to stay awake. Dimi, seated near her mother, kept gazing at Dhanpur... In his Mathematics class, he kept thinking of Dimi. In his adolescent, immature imagination, he dreamt of flying up to heaven with her. 

(p. 4-6)

*

One day Dhanpur played truant from school and went up to the banks of the Kopili with Dimi and her mother. When she saw him following them, Kaadam asked him playfully, "What brings you here, young man?"

Dhanpur felt like burrowing into the earth and hiding himself. Dimi just smiled bashfully. Kaadam beckoned him affectionately to an incline and asked him to sit down. She then gave him betel and asked Dimi to give him a cob of corn. Dimi set her basket down and took out a cob of roasted corn. As soon as the smell assailed his nostrils, Dhanpur forsook his shyness and looked up at Dimi. Sitting under what resembled a jackfruit tree, Dimi gave him the cob of corn. As she did so, her hand touched his.

"Why did you come, Dhanpur?" Dimi asked him amid her smiles.

"To see the Kopili," Dhanpur lied, gazing at the river momentarily. The Kopili seemed to be another form of Dimi.

The mother watched him eating the corn. He had found a huge boulder to sit on. At that spot, the river looked emaciated with sand deposits.

"The Kopili has secret names. A god after all, you know," the mother said.

"I know. How are you going to get across?"

"Must look for a boat."

Dhanpur saw a boat, near the sand. But the boatman was missing. 

"I'll get you across," he said.

"Do you have a boat?"

"No, on someone else's boat."

"No, thank you. You better return. They will scold you at home."

"I am not afraid of anyone at home."

"Why did you come?"

"You don't mind the truth, do you? I came for this Dimi," he replied smiling.

Both the women burst out laughing.

"There's no use casting eyes on her. She's already engaged," Kaadam said.

Dhanpur gazed at Dhimi in disbelief. Dimi burst out laughing once again - this time it was unrestrained laughter.

"You better finish eating that corn," said Kaadam.

Dimi started giggling again.

"You there, keep quiet now. Do you want a bride?" Kaadam asked.

Dhanpur wanted to say, "Someone like Dimi," but merely gazed at the Kopili since he was too shy to say that.

Dimi also gazed at the river.

"Dimi is marrying a Garo youth," Kaadam went on.

"Garo?"

"That's right. A very fine chap."

"Where does he live?"

"On the banks of the Digaru. He's a very fine cultivator."

Dhanpur didn't finish the cob. He threw it half-eaten into the river.

"Why didn't you eat it?" Kaadam asked.

"Not hungry."

Dimi started giggling all over again.

Kaadam rebuked her. Then she gave Dhanpur a betel and said, "You better go now. Otherwise it will be night before you get home. Dimi is getting married next month."

"All right," he said, as he took the betel without looking up.

Kaadam called Dimi.

"What is it?"

"Come here."

Dimi stood facing Dhanpur.

"Dhanpur."

"What is it?"

"This is your sister. Do you follow? Your sister."

"All right."

He looked at the river again. Dimi was listening quietly...

Sister! Dimi Sister! That moment his body blended with the Kopili, thoughts of Dimi came to his mind time and again. But he hadn't been able to say anything.

(p. 6-9)

Sipping his tea, Aahina remarked, "Our Dhanpur has come like King Diti from Kampur. But you know we have Prince Baneswar here. The Prince of Mayang. Better learn to tread softly my friend."

"He is a prince only in name," Dhanpur remarked. "One doesn't like to hear of kings in democratic times."

"What did you say, in the name of Krishna?" Aahina wanted to know. "By Krishna, today's stripling talks about the day after tomorrow, eh!"

"This one presumes to be Lord Krishna himself. Don't you know I can finish you off with a spell?" Jairam threatened.

"You and your spells! I'll grill your spell in a leaf and swallow it." 

"You bloody heretic, trying to show off your learning, are you?" Jairam fumed. "Denounce the occult powers right at Mayang, will you? Wait, I'll teach you a good lesson. You people musn't accuse me later on. See if I don't bind him up with my mantras."

"By Krishna, we know how to scoop out filth from drain holes. Aren't you aware of the number of people turned to sheep in these parts? [Nazis have done this for billions of years. This is old hat. No big deal for top scientists who can carry out far crazier miracles like vaporizing all f. Nazis by LASER. - G] We have such spells, by Krishna, as will chase you around like fire out of a cauldron," Ashina Konwar threatened.

Dhanpur turned to Aahina and said, "I have seen many medicine-men. Let's see if you can cast your spells on me?"

At this Jairam clenched his fists for assault.

"I have several tomes on the occult on my kitchen shelves that I have never touched. The days of mantra and tantra  are over. This is the machine age, you know."

(p. 42-45)

(From Birendra Kumar Bhattacharyya: MRITYUNJAY [Jnanpith Award winning novel], ORCHID PUBLICATION, Translated from the Assamese by D.N. Bezboruah, © Birendra Kumar Bhattacharyya © D.N. Bezboruah, First Edition 1983, Second Edition 1983, Third Edition 2011; ISBN 978-93-81419-01-4; paperback; 420 (!) pages; Price ₹ 250.00  US $ 8  £ 5)

ORCHID PUBLICATION, 

Lamb Road, 

Latasil, 

Guwahati-781001, 

Assam, 

India

e-mail: orchidpublication@gmail.com

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 28, 2020

Riya

We embraced. We kissed. We touched. We caressed. We reached the bedroom, the bed. Our lips never stopped kissing. Our hands never stopped touching. 

Every moment felt special as we made love. I entered her, and our eyes met. I saw tears in her eyes.

'You okay?' I said.

She nodded. She brought her face close to my ear to whisper.

'More than okay. I'm great,' she said. 'And you?'

'More than great,' I said.

We cuddled afterwards. She slept. I didn't. I looked at her all night. I realized this only when daylight seeped in through the windows. I turned towards her. Her skin glowed in the morning light. Her eyebrows were still perfect. Her eyes were shut.

'You sleeping?' I asked her.

She nodded.

(p. 258)

[Reads like an excerpt from a porn book. If Riya was really sleeping, how did she nod?]

(From CHETAN BHAGAT: half girlfriend, RUPA paperback; ISBN: 978-81-291-3572-8; 260 pages, ₹ 176)

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 28, 2020

THE MOST DIVORCES FROM THE SAME PERSON

In January 1970 Dorothy and David King Funk obtained their fifth divorce from one another. 

The complaint for divorce in this last case was filed by Mrs Funk, seven months after their fifth wedding ceremony. 

The couple first married in December 1950 and this lasted several years. They were also divorced in 1962, 1964 and 1965. On each occasion, the marriage was ruled to have broken down irreparably.

(p. 199)

SEA [Arnab] OF ERRORS

The history of mankind is an immense SEA [Arnab] of errors in which a few obscure truths may here and there be found.

- C. Debaccaria

(p. 202)

Brahms [cf. Brahma] 

'I played over the music of that scoundrel Brahms. What a giftless bastard! It annoys me that this self-inflated mediocrity is hailed as a genius.' - Tchaikovsky's diary, 9 October 1886.

[Critical self-evaluation? It's ironic that the full name of Russian composer Tchaikovsky is Pyotr (Peter) Ilyich Tchaikovsky. - G]

(p. 214)

- STEPHEN PILE: THE BOOK OF HEROIC FAILURES, Futura Books/Kegan Paul; 216 pages.

সৰস্বতী

গোটেই দিনটো বৰ বেছি "সৰস্বতী সৰস্বতী সৰস্বতী" কোৱা হৈছে, শুনি শুনি বৰ আমনি লাগিছে, আচলতে কেইটামানহে evergreen hit songs, বাকীবিলাক worthless because of worthless lyrics and worthless tunes. Artificial "দেশভক্তি" গানটো শুনিলে বিৰাট খং উঠে - আৰু মোৰ সন্দেহ হয় যে hit songs বোৰ may have been ghost-sung by ghost singer.

Kishalay Sinha কিশলয় সিনহা जी [G]

KARAN JOHAR 

I suspect that Karan Johar ESCAPED from Mumbai and has been living in disguise as a BM guy in T.N. near SSR and Disha both of whom transformed into Ass. and have both been living in T.N. in close proximity.

Karan = Karna? Johar = Jawahar? ... Many clones.

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 28, 2020

ANOTHER FACE IN THE CROWD 

'So you have fallen in love?' Fatso asked.

'Is that a criminal offence?'

'Why are you getting so touchy?'

'Sorry guys, I don't know, maybe it's because I love her and so does every other male she meets, or maybe the two people I really care about prefer trying to outdo each other in sarcasm, rather than help me with my problem.'

'Seriously senti!' said Fatso.

'Okay, what do you want us to do?' asked Jags.

'I don't know, you guys are the professionals, tell me what do I do?'

'Tell her before someone else does,' smiled Jags.

'No, no, that is stupid. Hang on, first check if she has any feelings for you. Don't tell her, not yet, make her crave...' pitched in Fatso.

'Crave for me?' I asked, totally bewildered.

'No, for me,' replied Fatso. 'You idiot, of course you! Try to be funny, make her laugh, yet seem mature and dependable, act tough, yet be gentle. Spend on her, but don't come across as a miser. Whenever you see a kid, smile. Women love kids so you got to love them too, and be a good listener, women like their men to listen,' Fatso concluded.

'Christ, that sounds tougher than an IAS entrance exam,' said Jags. 'I think you should write it down,' he continued, giving me a sympathetic look.

'Shut up, moron!' Fatso shouted at Jags, 'I am not finished yet. And yes, the most important thing...' Fatso continued.

Oh! The most important thing is yet to come, maybe I really should start taking notes, I thought to myself.

'Never, never, speak anything against the family. Girls are deep rooted. Don't call her father, "Hitler" or her mother...'

'Mrs Hitler,' prompted Jags.

'Guys, hang on, we haven't got that far. All I want is to know if she is interested in me or not,' I said.

'That's easy,' said Jags.

Both Fatso and I looked at Jags, expectantly.

'How?'

'Kiss her. If she kisses back she is interested, if she slaps you in return she is not, simple!'

'Fuck you, Jags,' I said.

'Any time,' he smiled and then started to chuckle. Fatso joined in. I decided it was better to chuckle along than open my mouth so I also joined in. 

In between peals of laughter, Jags asked, 'Promise?'

'Promise what?' I questioned.

'Promise you didn't screw her?'

I jumped on Jags, and Fatso did the same on me.

Three grown-ups, one a high-flying banker, another a stock broker and the third a happy lecturer... how funny it would seem to others.

(p. 1-3)

* * *

'What the hell is the suspense about, you fucked-up-nuts?' I almost shouted in exasperation.

'I lost my job,' Fatso blurted out.

'What?'

'I have resigned.'

What was he talking about, just last week he had been given the best worker award, he was the management's blue-eyed boy. Resigned? Why?

'I was kicked out.'

I always knew Fatso was outspoken, but this outspoken?

'You were what?'

'I have lost my job.'

'But how, why?'

'Cost-cutting,' said Fatso.

But Fatso, he was the star performer at his company. How did he get the boot?

'But you were going great guns,' I said.

'I know. Just my luck, I guess,' he sounded resigned to his fate.

'Do your parents know?' I asked Fatso.

'No, not yet,' Fatso looked sad. I felt sad.

Jags looked impatient. 'Will you two stop wallowing in self-pity? Fatso, you have been sacked and that's a reality. Emptying my hard-earned whiskey or pitying yourself will not change the fact, so enough of this nonsense and start thinking constructively.'

You can't argue with reason, so we kept quiet and went back to emptying his bottle.

'Let's start a business,' Jags finally said. Both Fatso and I opened our mouths in unison, but Jags shut us down. 'Hang on. Before you dogs start barking, listen to my plan. Let's start a business. We will be our own masters.'

I don't need to be my own master I thought. I have no problems with someone else being my master as long as he replenishes my bank account at the beginning of every month. But I kept quiet.

'It's going to be difficult. We may succeed, we may fail. But let's give it a shot, guys. Who knows, some day we might be the ones to walk into a B-school to recruit. Think big, guys. What are we going to achieve here? A little more money, more perks, but will we ever have the time to enjoy them?'

He did sound convincing, but it sounded better in theory than in practice, I thought.

(p. 132-134, 136-137)

* * *

'We have to think out of the box, remember Maggie two-minute noodles?' Jags continued. 

'Before they came along, nobody believed noodles could be cooked in two minutes, that was their USP. They sold it to people with that pitch and buyers lapped it up. Initially, they harped more on the cooking time than on the taste.'

'Have you guys read The Verger ?' Jags inquired.

'The Burger?' Fatso inquired.

'No, moron, The Verger, didn't you guys have English literature in school?' Jags asked, a trifle surprised.

'We did,' Fatso answered sheepishly, 'guess I must have missed that class.'

'Anyway, to carry on...' Jags continued, 'it's a short story by W. Somerset Maugham.'

'By who?'

'Forget it, you guys sicken me sometimes, no knowledge of music, no knowledge of literature, how do you guys survive?'

'On your whiskey,' Fatso smiled, 'and anyway what's this burger got to do with us?'

(p. 138-139)

* * *

THE VERGER 

Fatso had smiled for the first time in the entire afternoon. Things were bound to look up now, a morose and sad Fatso was unbearable.

'He used to work in a church, living a settled and comfortable life. One fine day, the authorities realised that he was not educated enough for the job, so they sacked him. Jobless and scared he was wondering about the streets.

'On his way back home, he felt like having a puff, but could not find any fag shop on the horizon. Then the thought dawned on him - why not open a cigarette shop here. He could not possibly be the only one on that street wanting a cigarette. So he opened a cigarette shop on that street and it was an instant success. He started scouting streets where there were no cigarette shops, and soon he had many such shops in many such streets and was rolling in money. And all this happened because he was originally kicked out of his job. If he had been educated, he would still be the verger of that church earning peanuts,' Jags concluded. 

Silence.

'You want us to open cigarette shops?' Fatso said disbelievingly. 'That's your big idea?'

'We must also look for streets where there are no cigarette shops,' I said to show I had been paying attention. Jags looked at us with a face that would scare Dracula. 

'You fucked-up morons, that was an example,' he sat down exasperated and picked up his glass.

Too much talking does make you thirsty.

'We could open a dhaba,' Fatso suggested.

'Why can't Punjabis look beyond a dhaba or a tyre shop?' exhaled Jags.

'We can open an Udipi restaurant if that's what you want,' retorted Fatso. 'You would like that, won't you - dosa with chutney and curd.'

Jags was about to retort but I butted in first, 'Guys, let's think like management graduates, let's do a SWOT analysis of our prospective business.'

'But first we've got to find a prospective business,' said Jags.

'Why should we think like management graduates? We are management graduates and what's wrong with a dhaba?' Fatso insisted.

'Nothing much, except that we are in Delhi and opening a dhaba here would be like selling snow to an Eskimo. There are more dhabas here than traffic signals, so selling the same god-forsaken junk you all eat is not going to create headlines, is it?' Jags exclaimed.

'We could open a car showroom,' said Fatso. 

'Car showroom!' I exclaimed. 'Where are we going to get the cars from?'

'Well, you can take mine. Don't think I can afford the EMIs anymore.'

'Oh, so because you can't pay your EMIs, you want us to open a car showroom, with one vehicle, which also happens to be mortgaged?' Jags was bewildered.

'Listen, you punk, I know of several people who have become multi-millionaires several times over dealing in second-hand cars,' Fatso shouted at Jags.

'Come on, Fatso, be reasonable, where are we going to get the cars from?'

'Why, we can contact the banks, we always had defaulters at the bank. The bank usually confiscates their vehicles and later auctions them off dirt cheap.'

'Okay, so we get them from the banks, but where do you propose we store them, and how many can we afford with our capital? Above all, we need lots of people to default on their loans and on a regular basis to keep our business going,' Jags said, calmer now.

'But...' Fatso cut short his sentence, knowing Jags was right.

'Let's open a consultancy service. I mean, consultants make a lot of money nowadays,' Jags suggested.

'And what are people going to consult us for?' I asked.

'I don't know, you decide, you can't expect me to do all the thinking,' Jags retorted.

'We could call ourselves counselors,' he added after giving it some thought.

'You could call yourself Mata Hari for all I care,' butted in Fatso, 'but who do we counsel and on what do we counsel?'

'Or perhaps a marriage bureau,' I said tentatively, 'I mean recession or not, marriages are never out of fashion.'

'What?' both exclaimed in unison.

'Can't find girls for ourselves and he wants us to help the world mate,' Jags said disgustedly.

(p. 139-142)

* * * 

'That's fucking brilliant!' exclaimed Jags, 'Let's meet up again in the evening to work on the idea. And Fatso, don't tell your folks you have been sacked. Say you left, resigned, whatever. Say you were fed up of the same bullshit and wanted to start your own enterprise, and don't look so pathetic. Whatever happens, happens for the best.'

'Yeah, as long as it doesn't happen to you,' Fatso retorted.

(p. 145-146)

* * * 

'Which part of Assam are you from?' asked Dr Sen.

'Guwahati,' replied Bali. 'Have you ever been there?'

'Yes, I went to Guwahati University* for a seminar, beautiful place.'

'Do you know,' he addressed Chaminda and me, 'Guwahati University* ranks as one of the most beautiful universities in India?'

That was the first time I had heard of universities being ranked on beauty.

'Mother nature has been very kind to Assam,' he continued. 'The majestic Brahmaputra, the one-horned rhinoceros, Kaziranga, the tea gardens, yes, Assam is a beautiful place.'

Dr Sen could easily have applied for the post of the official brand ambassador of Assam.

'Yes, sir, you are right, it is so full of natural beauty,' added Chaminda, obviously feeling a little left out.

Suddenly, Assam seemed to have become the most sought-after state in India.

Bali had this effect on my kind.

I learnt more about Assam in that hour over coffee and pakora than I had in my entire life. Bali was at her animated best. No matter where you are, homeland does bring back fond memories.

(p. 106)

* [Gauhati University] 

- INDRANEEL DG: "ANOTHER FACE IN THE CROWD", AMARYLLIS/Manjul Publishing House, 7/32, Ground Floor, Ansari Road, Daryaganj, New Delhi 110002; Registered Office: 10, Nishat Colony, Bhopal 462003; Copyright © 2015 Indraneel DG; ISBN: 978-93-81506-68-4; paperback; 254 pages; ₹ 195)

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 29, 2020

AMARYLLIS

Mnemonic: amar - a mary ...

FLUENT CR. SPEAKER

Celebrating Jesus in Yom Kippur* / Day of Atonement (20:39) / Rachel Stephens (YouTube)

*[sounds like Yom/यम/যম/John KAPUT.]

I think ENFORCED fasting is CRAZY. By the way, I NEVER EVER get carried away by any female, no matter how s. she may be. BUT I AM NEVER AGAINST the use of FREE WILL by anyone, although I am NOT responsible for the consequences of FREE WILL.

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 29, 2020

Dr. Gene Kim* (YouTube)

My House, My Rules/Dr. Gene Kim (49:39) / REAL Bible Believers (YouTube)

Dr. Gene Kim is young but scholarly and he has an honest intensity which is rare.

* University of California, Berkeley, USA

I am not saying "It is scholarly Dr. Gene Kim versus s. Rachel Stephens and let's see who wins". No, I am not trying to put one versus the other. Everyone is unique and everyone's presentation is unique. (I want to keep hearing more about God and Jesus to know more about God and Jesus as I know Myself.)

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 29, 2020

Paul Huck

"Paul Huck was a guy who lived down the road from me."

I'd abandoned the rehashing of an old Stephen King story and opted for a ghost story my dad used to tell.

"He wasn't a very bright guy," I explained to the dozens of rapt little faces in front of me. "In fact, he was kind of dim. He only made it to about the fourth grade before school got too hard for him, so his parents let him stay home after that, since they didn't put much stock in education anyway, on account of none of the Hucks ever amounting to anything with or without having gone to school --"

"Hey." A small, high-pitched voice sounded from behind the closed porch door. "Can I come in now?"

"No," I shouted back. 

I went on to relate how Paul Huck had grown into a massive individual, stupid as a corncob, but good at heart. 

"Paul Huck got jobs around the neighborhood," I went on, "mowing lawns and doing people's yardwork in the summer, and chopping firewood in the winter. And pretty much nobody noticed him, but when they did, they thought he was, you know, a pretty nice guy. Not a whole lot upstairs, though.

"But there was actually a lot going on upstairs in Paul Huck's head," I said. "Because Paul Huck, while he was in people's yards, digging up their tree stumps or whatever, he was watching them. And the person he liked to watch most of all was a girl named Claire Lippmann, who, every day during the summer, liked to climb out onto her porch roof and sunbathe in this little bitty bikini."

It was kind of disturbing the way real people crept into my made-up stories. In my dad's version, the girl was named Debbie. But Claire just seemed to fit somehow.

"Paul fell for Claire," I went on. "And Paul fell hard. He thought about Claire while he ate breakfast every morning. He thought about Claire while he was riding his tractor mower every afternoon. He thought about Claire when he was eating his dinner at night. He thought about Claire while he was lying in bed after a long day's work. Paul Huck thought about Claire Lippmann all the time.

"But." I looked out at all the little faces turned toward me. "Claire Lippmann didn't think about Paul Huck at breakfast. She didn't think about him while she was sunning herself on her porch roof every afternoon. She didn't think about him while she ate her dinner, and she certainly never thought about him before she fell asleep at night. Claire Lippmann never thought about Paul Huck at all, because she barely even knew Paul Huck existed."

Eventually, I told them, Paul got desperate. He knew if he was ever going to win Claire's heart, he had to act. So one spring day when he was cleaning out Claire's gutters, he got an idea. He decided he was going to tell Claire how he felt.

"Just as this occurred to Paul, Claire appeared in the window right where he was cleaning out the gutter. This seemed to Paul like the perfect time to say what he was going to say. But just as he was about to tap on the window, Claire started taking her clothes off." This caused some tittering that I ignored. "See, the room she was in was the bathroom, and she was getting ready to take a shower. She didn't notice Paul there in the window ... at first. And Paul, well, he didn't know what to do. He had never seen a naked woman before, let alone the love of his life, Claire. So he just froze there on the ladder, totally incapable of moving.

"So when Claire happened to glance at the window, just as she was about to get in the shower, and saw Paul there, she was so startled, she let out a scream so loud, it almost made Paul fall off the ladder he was on.

"But Claire didn't stop with one scream. She was so startled, she kept right on screaming. People outside heard the screaming, and they looked up and they saw Paul Huck looking through Claire Lippmann's bathroom window, and, well, they didn't know he was there to clean the gutters. He had always been a weird guy, who lived at home with his parents even though he was in his twenties, and who talked like a nine-year-old. Maybe he'd flipped out or something. So they started yelling, too, and Paul was so scared, with all the yelling and everything going on, he jumped down from the ladder and ran for all he was worth.

"Paul didn't know what he'd done, but he figured it had to be pretty bad, if it had made so many people mad at him. All he knew was that, whatever it was he'd done, it was probably bad enough that someone had called the police, and if the police came, they'd put him in jail. So Paul didn't go home, because he figured that'd be the first place people would look for him. Instead, he ran to the outskirts of town, where there was this cave. Everyone was scared to go into this cave, because bats and stuff lived in there. But Paul was more afraid of the police than he was of bats, so he ducked into that cave, and he stayed there, all the way until it got dark.

"Now, once Claire got over being startled, she realized what had happened, and she felt pretty bad about it. But she didn't want to admit to anyone that it had been her mistake - that she'd asked Paul to clean her gutters, and that's what he'd been doing on that ladder. Because then she'd look like a big idiot. So she kept that information to herself, and let everyone think Paul was a Peeping Tom." 

(p. 108-109, 119-122)

Brahms

Brahms. Symphony Number 1. What was he trying to do, put me to sleep? It was an insult. We'd played that my freshman year, for God's sake. My fingers flew over the key holes. Open, of course. My instrument was practically an antique. Yeah, okay, so my flute was probably hot. 

The thing I couldn't figure out was what was God - and I'm not saying I'm so all-fired sure there is one, but for argumen's sake, let's say there is - thinking, giving a kid like Shane talent like that? 

I tell you, if that's not proof there is a God, and that he or she* has one heck of a wacked-out sense of humor, I don't know what is. 

(p. 114)

Meg Cabot Writing as Jenny Carroll: "MISSING ... Code Name Cassandra", SIMON AND SCHUSTER; ISBN-13: 978-0-6898-6092-8; 264 pages. 

Compare:

Mukul Deva: POUND OF FLESH [Pamela, SK - inverted KS? - Amit etc. are the main characters]; God is referred to as "she/he; Margaret/Pamela/"Shakespeare"/Swarna Lakshmi used to think she was God?]

Claire Boiko: THE BOOK THAT SAVED THE EARTH (YouTube)

Richard Connell: THE MOST DANGEROUS GAME (YouTube)

Isaac Asimov: THE END OF ETERNITY 

David Baldacci: THE HIT (Macmillan)

THE TRAP IS SET.

FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION.

Robie talked about a young woman who had stolen his heart and then nearly his life, because she turned out to be the enemy.

And in response he had done the only thing he was really good at. 

He had killed her.

It was something that only a person like Jessica could understand.

* * *

Satan (m): Arnab; he has evil clones.

Satan (f): Margaret/Pamela/Rad/Shak/Sw. L.; she has evil clones.

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 30, 2020

TOP N. CHAMELEON

Margaret - Pamela/B. - Anita - Radha - Swarna Lakshmi

Top N.  ... Transformations ... Samudra [Arnab/Himmler/Satan] manthan ... 

Innocent-looking residential Snake. 

Toxicologist বিষকন্যা विषकन्या 

Thousands of f. clones.

Recently exposed by God.

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 30, 2020

ASHWIN SANGHI: THE KRISHNA KEY, W (WESTLAND) - top detective thriller about a serial killer.

475 pages; I bought it on November 2, 2012 (about 8 years ago) from Flipkart. Printed price was ₹ 250. You will find a lot of sensational information in this thriller. Radhika is the female protagonist.

Saini - Sunny - Shoni - Shane (in MISSING by Meg Cabot) = Satan/Arnab.

Many clones.

वेद प्रकाश शर्मा का उपन्यास "भगवान नम्बर दो" - "widow" who enters a family as a spy to steal (if possible) a top secret from the son of that family. [Actually, the truth is that He - the "son" - solved everything by Himself without ANY help from anyone, and until a few years ago, He told no one - including His extremely innocent-looking consort, a top Nazi spy chameleon - about His sensational breath-taking truly earth-shaking discoveries. - G]

Paulo Coelho: THE SPY [Margaret/Mata Hari (mother of Hari/Krishna); top pr., top spy/top double agent]

Birendra Kumar Bhattacharya: মৃত্যুঞ্জয় MRITYUNJAY (this Assamese novel won the Jnanpith prize, India's highest literary award) [the hero Dhanpur/Adam/Jesus and heroine of the novel are Dimi/Dhimi; Assam may be derived from Adam]

Rudyard Kipling: THE JUNGLE BOOK 

Adam = Jesus = clone of God/God/son of God

Peter = Christ = son of "God"/Satan/Arnab

Thousands of clones.

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 30, 2020

FROM BIBLE TO DETECTIVE FICTION

Book VS Film: 1-800 Missing (9:47) / 'Til The Last Credit (YouTube)

Review of "the MISSING series" by Meg Cabot. The voice of the reviewer sounds like the voice of Rachel Stephens though a Bible preacher reviewing a novel sounds improbable. (Of course, Jesus did not say a Bible online preacher cannot review any book other than the Bible. God reviews all kinds of books including semi-porn.) But frankly, I could not understand her review at all, perhaps because it is a review of a film or play I have not watched. (Why can't people speak and write like Me Who can be understood by everyone at once? - G)

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 30, 2020

ATOM 

Atom ... Adam 

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 30, 2020

COVID-19 DOCTORS

COVID-19 doctors ... LASER ...

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 30, 2020

S - R - A

Screen के बाहर "BIGG Bosses" are ZERO.

S - Shahrukh Khan? Salman Khan?

R - Ranbir Kapoor? Ranvir Singh?

A - Amitabh Bachchan? Aamir Khan?

F. "super stars".

All Nazi clones are equal in nature.

Sushant Singh Rajput का कथित "पिता" K.K. Singh यानि Krishna Kumar (a synonym of Krishna) Singh - जल्द arrest होनेवाला है क्या?

NAZI BOSSES OF BOLLYWOOD HELL: ASS

A - f. Arnab/SS Chief Himmler

SS - f. SSR/Peter/Hitler 

Cannot escape. Impossible to escape.

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 30, 2020

WHAT NAZIS HOPED FOR IN SSR CASE

All male and female Nazi criminal cheats who are SECRETLY INVOLVED in the FAKE "death" of Sushant Singh Rajput hoped to fool the world by the TRANSFORMATION of the bodies of f. Sushant Singh Rajput (SSR), Disha etc. Nazis did not realize till the fake SSR case that top scientists are infinitely more advanced than the gang of male and female Nazis. The entire gang of male and female Nazis on and inside Earth are under continuous surveillance and can be instantly wiped out by LASER. 

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 30, 2020

HOLY SPIRIT; MARY 

"Are You Flourishing In God's House? / Psalm 52" (20:19) / Rachel Stephens (YouTube)

Father, Son, Holy Spirit - God the Father, God the Son (clone), and surrogate mom?

I still don't know what "Holy Spirit" means - pr. Mary Magdalene? ["Magdalene" has the weird pronunciation MAWD LIN - and the word "maudlin" (maudlin tears), which means excessively tearful, is derived from Magdalene, and pronounced MAWD LIN. - G]

There are DIFFERENT FEMALES with the SAME FIRST NAME MARY which can be extremely deceptive - thus, for example, MARY JOSEPH (wife of JOSEPH/Joseph Stalin)/Josephine (wife of Napoleon) is NOT THE SAME as MARY MAGDALENE. All have many clones who have the same character as the originals.

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 30, 2020

KNOX BIBLE

I have about a dozen excellent different English translations of the Bible (besides excellent Bengali, Assamese, and Hindi translations) but I don't have a copy of the (tattered through long use) kid's Bible that Rachel has. I left My copy of Knox Bible (and other books like Van Nostrand's Scientific Encyclopedia etc.) in My uncle Sankar Sinha's rented house in Oak Park, Chicago, U.S.A., when I returned to India from the U.S., because the baggage aka luggage would be too heavy and beyond the permissible limit in My international airplane flight back home. When uncle came on a visit to India some years ago and had lunch with us, he told Me that he had gifted My books to Oak Park public library (an excellent library I used to visit when I lived in Oak Park with My uncle's affectionate family). I have read that the American novelist Nobel laureate Ernest Hemingway used to live in Oak Park. This is just by the way. (I remember reading aloud some passages from the Knox Bible which I found wonderfully euphonious.)

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 30, 2020

ITEM GIRL

Richa Lakhera: ITEM GIRL (RUPA); 303 pages; paperback; its printed price was ₹ 195 when I bought it. (I notice that I did not write the date of purchase on the fly leaf of this book - is fly leaf the correct word? - I generally write the date on the page opposite the inside front cover.) 

The novel has shocking details of brutal Bollywood - rape, torture, murder, police - so the novel has suddenly become very relevant now. (I am shocked to read pages 38-42, for example.)

I am sure this is a ghost-written thriller because its English is above the ability of Richa Lakhera who speaks very ordinary English (in one or two YouTube videos I have watched). I think she will get a tiny measly peanuts from the sale of the novel which should be OK because the name of the novelist is Richa Lakhera, no one will know or bother to know the name of the top ghost writer. Ghost-writing is a very ancient practice and is not considered unethical, and used by modern publishers a lot.)

FALLEN [FEMALE] ANGEL [Anaina] TALKS OF HELL'S TORMENT (18:20) / Prophets Among Us (YouTube)

The most painful crying I have heard. The young girl "Anaina" [Margaret/Pamela? - "Shakespeare"- S. L.?] crying inconsolably and shrieking in pain is grilled in HELL by a "pastor" [W.F./Satan/Himmler/Arnab, the father of P.F./Peter/Hitler/SSR].

Kishalay Sinha [G] September 30, 2020

DETOX IN GOA HELL - DETOX का मतलब

DETOX का अर्थ - DETOX means brutal NAZI rapists forcibly putting their dirty pen. and white sem. again and again and again into the v. of tortured raped girls kidnapped by brutal Nazis.

Kishalay Sinha किशलय सिन्हा जी [G] Oct 1'20

CHAT MESSAGES  

"CHAT MESSAGES"? - or porn videos/rape videos?

Kishalay Sinha किशलय सिन्हा जी [G] Oct 1'20

NCB INACTIVITY 

NCB (Narcotics Control Bureau, India) has NOT been interrogating anyone in Mumbai for several days - after a f. clone of f. c. c. pr. Deepika Padukone appeared at NCB office for interrogation masquerading as f. Deepika Padukone and a staff of NCB wrote in his handwriting her responses (in presence of a Mumbai policewoman as guarantor of authenticity of her answers) to queries by NCB - NOT in the f. clone's handwriting, so that her blatant deception would not get exposed (by comparing the clone's handwriting with the handwriting of Bollywood's top "event manager" f. c. c. pr. Deepika Padukone). I think the reason for the inactivity of NCB in Mumbai is that the traitorous staff of NCB are themselves being investigated. 

Kishalay Sinha [G] October 1, 2020

ODD COINCIDENCES 

SS:

SS Chief Himmler/Satan/W.F./Arnab

SSR/Peter/P.F./Hitler

RSS

SWASTIKA:

Hitler's Nazi party symbol: swastika

India's Election Office symbol: swastika

Kishalay Sinha [G] October 1, 2020

FALLEN ANGEL CRIES TO GOD FOR HELP

FALLEN [FEMALE] ANGEL [Anaina] TALKS OF HELL'S TORMENT (18:20) / Prophets Among Us (YouTube)

The most painful crying I have heard. The young girl crying and shrieking in pain is tortured and grilled in HELL by a "pastor" [father-in-law W.F./Satan/Himmler/Arnab, father of P.F. /Peter/Hitler/SSR].

I read a note below the above-mentioned YouTube video which said that the grilling "pastor" was the crying girl's father-in-law [in her previous "incarnation"]. This video begins with a note about FBI.

F. Arnab/Himmler/W.F./Satan deserves to get his skull cracked. All his Nazi gang of male and female criminals' skulls should be cracked, too, including evil SSR's skull.

A.C. Clarke: THE DEEP RANGE [W.F., P.F.]

Kishalay Sinha [G] October 1, 2020

GUWAHATI

Bollywood: 100% Nazis. 

Guwahati: almost 100% Nazis. 

Kishalay Sinha [G] October 2, 2020

CLONES OF RAHUL GANDHI

According to Subramanian Swamy - (who keeps changing his party; in a sense, he does belong to the same party, because all parties with different names are in fact the SAME party: N. party; he was expelled from Harvard University faculty for his bad habit of indulging in hate speeches trying to spread religious hatred; he has asked Indian Muslims to become Hindus or leave India, yet his own daughter has married a Muslim guy and she uses her husband's Muslim surname; his face was smeared with black ink by an angry crowd in India) - RAHUL GANDHI (son of India's Congress Party President Mrs. Sonia Gandhi and assassinated former India's Prime Minister Rajiv Gandhi, who was son of also assassinated India's former Prime Minister Mrs. Indira Gandhi) was arrested in America by FBI for carrying on illegal DRUGS business BUT Rahul Gandhi was released thanks to the intervention of the then India's NDA/BJP Prime Minister Atal Bihari/Behari [syn. of Krishna], Vajpayee. By the way, BJP and Congress parties try to publicly present themselves as violent enemies. 

Rahul Gandhi we see on Indian TV news channels now - a somewhat lookalike clone but not an identical-looking clone - LOOKS DIFFERENT FROM original Rahul Gandhi, who must be in hiding, perhaps with a transformed body (maybe as a young Ass. schoolboy), and probably in Guwahati, Nazis' joint world capital with Bollywood.

Rahul Gandhi has many backup clones, of course.

Kishalay Sinha [G] October 2, 2020

SILENT CREMATION

Indian media was completely silent about the (fake) cremation of (fake) "dead body" of SSR. Not a single staff reporter of any of the Indian TV news channels who have been jointly shouting about his "MURDER" by "Rhea" was present at the "cremation". SHOCKING.

Kishalay Sinha [G] October 2, 2020

MOST EVIL POLLUTERS 

NAZI TV "news" channels are the world's dirtiest and most evil polluters.

All male and female staff of all Nazi TV "news" channels are "reborn" Nazis who work under Satan / "God" / Himmler / W.F. / Arnab and his evil son Peter / Hitler / P.F. / SSR and their evil clones.

Patriotic personnel of Indian Army, Indian police, CBI should take continuous action against Satan/"Arnab" and SSR/Hitler and their evil gang of male and female Nazis in India.

Patriotic personnel of Army, police, and intelligence agencies of all countries of the world should take continuous action against Satan/"Arnab" and SSR/Hitler and their evil gang of male and female Nazis in the world. Destroy the gang of Nazis!

The shocking truth is that FEMALE Nazis are just as EVIL as MALE Nazis.

"Alka" is a f. Nazi bitch.

All male and female Nazi politicians are f. Nazi bastards and f. Nazi bitches.

Napoleon Hill: INTERVIEW WITH THE DEVIL (YouTube). - The world's most important interview.

Kishalay Sinha [G] October 2, 2020