PARTIES; ASSASSINATION OF MARGARET

Satan and Hitler

Fork-tongued Satan/Himmler/W.F./Arnab started and sustained the Nazi conspiracy campaign against "Rhea", calling her the "murderer" of SSR/Peter/P.F./Hitler (who fled from his flat), day after day, tirelessly, viciously, along with his evil gang of male and female Nazis, all shouting and calling "Rhea" "murderer", with ZERO evidence. 

Satan/W.F. and his evil son Hitler/P.F. are the secret bosses of Bollywood gang of Nazis. 

Kishalay Sinha [G] October 4, 2020

FAKE NEWS

All Nazi Indian TV news channels should be blasted out of India. Genuine TV news channels should replace Nazi fake news TV channels whose only goal is to spread Nazi lies.

Kishalay Sinha [G] October 4, 2020 

LIGATURE MARK

Has CBI or AIIMS seen the "ligature mark" on the imagined "DEAD BODY" of Sushant Singh Rajput? On a PHOTO?!! - which can be easily altered by PHOTOSHOP!!! I am surprised that a retired IPS (Indian Police Service) officer (CNN NEWS18) can talk SO GLIBLY about a FAKE "ligature mark". Indians are not fools.

"A clear case of suicide", I have just heard CNN NEWS18 asserting GLIBLY. A blatant distortion of truth.

Kishalay Sinha [G]  October 4, 2020

NAZIS HIDING IN GUWAHATI

A few days ago, I posted on this Blogger blog My speculation that almost 100% of the population of Guwahati (where I live) are Nazis, but on second thought I think that only a very small percentage of the population of Guwahati are Nazis - scared "REBORN" NAZI BOSSES living in disguise in fear in GUWAHATI where Nazis believe God has been residing in human form.

Kishalay Sinha [G]  October 4, 2020

Bengali v. English

Bengali is perhaps the only language that can give টক্কর to English in the expression of emotion.

Kishalay Sinha কিশলয় সিনহা जी [G]

PARTIES 

ALL political parties with many different names are IN FACT the SAME f. party: N. party, in many different guises, ALL male and female members of ALL parties being N. 

R.I.P. after excruciating infinite torture.

Kishalay Sinha [G] October 3, 2020 

ASSASSINATION of Margaret Thatcher

HILARY MANTEL (twice winner of the Man Booker prize): "THE ASSASSINATION OF MARGARET THATCHER", published by FOURTH ESTATE/HarperCollins, London; hardbound; 244 pages; ₹ 499 (I bought it on October 24, 2014).

The Assassination of Margaret Thatcher

The Assassination of Margaret Thatcher: August 6th 1983. (p. 203)

'Oh, for God's sake.' He snorted. (p. 221)

I indicated, with my head, the lawns outside the window, where the prime minister was shortly to die.

'I don't fault her for not laughing,' he said. 'I won't fault her for that.'

'You should. It's why she can't see how ridiculous she is.'

'I wouldn't call her ridiculous,' he said, mulish. 'Cruel, wicked, but not ridiculous. What's there to laugh at?'

'All things human laugh,' I said.

After some thought, he replied, 'Jesus wept.' (p. 227-228)

Bobby to die (p. 230)

How Shall I Know You?

The lecture was to be given at what I can only describe as a disused school. There were school corridors, and those polished shields on the wall that say things like 'JK Rowling, Cantab 1963'. But there were no signs of actual, present-day pupils. Perhaps they had all fled into the hills, and left it to the Book Group.

Despite the rain, the members had come out in heroic numbers: twenty, at least. They were widely dispersed through the long rows, with tactful gaps between: in case the dead ones rolled in late. 

I settled myself behind a table, took a sip of water, flicked through my notes, raised my head, scanned the room, attempted a theoretical sort of eye contact, and swept a smile from side to side of the audience. 

I rattled smartly through my performance, throwing in the odd joke and working in one or two entirely spurious local allusions. Afterwards there were the usual questions. Where did the title of your first book come from? What happened to Joy at the end of Teatime in Bedlam? What, would I say, looking back, were my own formative influences? (I replied with my usual list of obscure, indeed non-existent Russians.) A man in the front row spoke up: 'May I ask what prompted your foray into biography, Miss Er? Or should I say Ms?' I smiled weakly, as I always do, and proffered 'Why don't you call me Rose?' Which created a little stir, as it is not my name.

On the way back Mr Simister said that he considered it a great success, more than somewhat, and was sure they were all most grateful. (p. 151-153) 

I was hungry.

'By the way, I expect you have eaten,' Mr Simister said. I sank down in my seat. I didn't know why he should expect anything of the sort, but I made an instant decision in favour of starvation, rather than go to some establishment with him where the members of the Book Group might be lurking under a tablecloth or hanging from a hat stand, upside down like bats. (p. 153) 

From the shadows at the foot of the stairs, the small girl materialised. She gazed up at me. 'We don't normally get ladies,' she said.

'What are you doing?' I said. 'Why are you, why are you still on duty?'

There was a clatter behind a half-open door, the rattle of bottles knocked together. A second later, 'Mr Webley!' someone called.

Another voice called, 'What the fuck now?' A small dirty man in a waistcoat tumbled out of an office, leaving the door gaping.

'Ah, the writer!' he said.

He stared at me; he walked around me for a while. He thrust his face into mine.

'Comfortable?' he asked.

I took a step backwards. I trampled the small girl. I felt the impress of my heel in flesh. She wormed her flinching foot from under mine. She uttered not a sound.

'Louise -' the man said. He sucked his teeth, considering her. 'Fuck off out of it,' he said. 

I bolted upstairs then, stopping only on the second landing. The whole evening was taking on a heightened, crawling quality. These men called sinister and webley; I thought they might know each other. I have to face a night in that room, I thought, with no company. I'd not sleep if I didn't eat, but out there was the rain, a moonless night in a strange town, miles from the centre and I have no map; I could send for a taxi and tell the driver to take me somewhere to eat, because that's what they do in books, but people never do in life, do they?

I stood debating this with myself, and saying come now, come now, what would Anita Brookner do? Then I saw something move, above me; just a faint stir of the air. I had to turn my whole body to be sure of what I saw. There in the darkness was the small girl, standing above me. How? My poor heart - not yet diagnosed - gave one sunken knock against my ribs; but my head said coolly, emergency stairs? Goods lift?

She came down, silent. 'Louise,' I said. She put her hand on my arm. Her face, turned up towards me, seemed luminous. 'He always says that,' she murmured. 'Eff off out.' ['Fuck off out.']

'Are you related to him?' I asked.

'Oh no. Nothing like that.'

'Don't you get time off?'

'No, I have to clear the ashtrays last thing, I have to wash up in the bar. They laugh at me, them men. Saying, han't you got a boyfriend, Louise? Calling me, "Hippy".' 

The appalling thought came to me that she was some sort of test. I was like a reporter who finds an orphan in a war zone, some toddler squawking in the ruins. Are you supposed to just report on it; or pick up the creature and smuggle it home, to learn English and grow up in the [posh] Home Counties? (p. 154-157)

Terminus 

I glanced away, not recognising him at once. We were on parallel tracks. (p. 193)

I wondered where he'd come from.

There were no lights in the carriage he had chosen. His eyes were deeply shadowed, and his expression was thoughtful, almost morose. 

As soon as I saw him, sitting sad but upright in that opposite carriage, my mind went back to the occasion when ... to the occasion when ... But no. It did not go back. I tried, but I could not find an occasion. 

It came to me that he had looked younger, as though death had moved him back a stage. I was sure of this, that his journey was not random.

I tell you this: if you are minded to unite, lay your plans well and in advance. I stood still, a stone [petro] in the rude stream, as the travellers crashed and surged around me. Where might he go? What might he want? (I had not known, God help me, that the dead were loose.) A cup of coffee? A glance at the rack of best-selling paperbacks? 

I had no idea what he would want. The limitless possibilities that London affords ... if he should bypass me and find his way in to the city ...

So I hunted for him. I coveted something sweet. 

It struck me that he might be leaving for the Continent. He could take the train from here to Europe, and how would I follow?

There is a rhythm - and you know this - to which people move. There is a certain speed which is set going every day, soon after dawn. Break the rhythm and you'll rue it, for you'll be kicked and elbows will collide. Brutal British mutter of sorry, oh sorry - and you will be knocked out of the way. It occurred to me for the first time that this rhythm is a mystery indeed, controlled by a higher power: that it is a guide to those who would otherwise not know how to act. [double entendre?] (p. 193-198)

PRAISE FOR HILARY [MARY] MANTEL

'The greatest modern English prose writer working today' - Sir Peter Stothard, Chair of the judges for the Man Booker Prize 2012. [I consider this HYPE, hyperbole. I think the reason for this hyperbole is that f. Peter/Hitler and all f. clones are scared of genuine Mary* and her genuine clones. - G]

*Just as I guessed! I have just found by looking up Google/Wikipedia that the full name of novelist Hilary Mantel, who has won the Man Booker prize twice, is Hilary MARY Mantel. My intuition or ESP is truly awesome, truly astonishing, uncanny. It is possible that she is the "reincarnation" of some female characters in her historical fiction, which enables her to give close-up first-hand accounts of actual past events presented by her in the garb of historical fiction. For example, perhaps she was Queen Anne Boleyn etc. (Exact CLONES can be made from a severed head, indeed even from any tiny part of anyone's body. Exact clones remember the entire past of the original.) I find from Google/Wikipedia that she is described as Lady Hilary Mary Mantel, F.R.S.L.(which means?). - G

"Snake" - Margaret - Pamela/B. - Radhika - Anita - S. L. ? (Looking at it positively, a female "Snake" can give her Master free 24×7 protection against numerous other female snakes; all that the Master needs to do is focus on just one female "Snake" near Him. - G)

I got married AFTER the "assassination" of Margaret Thatcher, Prime Minister of UK.

Transformation. Reincarnation/Rebirth. 

Whenever it is necessary, minor clones replace look-alike important originals to enable the originals to escape detection. (Pathetic - in our high-tech age.)

Many clones: 100% Nazis W.H.O.'s leader Nazi mass murderer "Dr." Margaret Chan, etc.

Aldous Huxley: BRAVE NEW WORLD 

Science-fiction (real) novel about the large-scale manufacture of clones in laboratories.

Kishalay Sinha [G] October 3, 2020  

FALSE KING, REAL KING

Mark Twain: "THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER", adapted by Shirley Bogart, illustrations by Brendan Lynch (full-page illustration on every alternate page; half of this book is illustrations); BARONET BOOKS, New York, New York; GREAT ILLUSTRATED CLASSICS, edited by Malvina G. Vogel; ISBN 0-86611-973-6; hardbound; 239 pages. (I bought the book for Rs. 150, on February 3, 2011.)

"What do you know of suffering and oppression? I and my people know, but not you!' (p. 238) 

False king: Tom Canty

Real king: Edward

Look Alikes!

Compare: 

doubting Thomas.

Radhika in thriller "THE KRISHNA KEY" by Ashwin Sangvi.

Pamela in thriller "POUND OF FLESH" by Mukul Deva.- God is referred to as she/he.

Pamela in epistolary novel "PAMELA" by Samuel Richardson.

Richard Connell: "THE MOST DANGEROUS GAME" (YouTube)

Napoleon Hill: "INTERVIEW WITH THE DEVIL" (YouTube)

Kishalay Sinha [G] October 3, 2020 

লোকগীত

বেছিৰ ভাগ লোকগীত বৰ boring লাগে - আমনি লাগে -  ইমান যে boring! বাংলাত, একঘেয়ে ! কিমান হস্তীৰ কন্যা হস্তীৰ কন্যা শুনিম ! 

Kishalay Sinha কিশলয় সিনহা जी [G]

Webinar 

Webinar on Dr. Birendra Kumar Bhattacharya, "Jnanpith Awardee Indian Author" (1:53:25)

Webinar, an online literary seminar, not a web series. A literary webinar on YouTube is an excellent idea. Assamese engineers did their job very well. One of the webinar participants, a professor in Sri Lanka, gave a valuable suggestion: important books of fiction in non-English languages should be translated into English so that these works can be directly translated from the English translations into many other languages by translators who do not know the langiage in which the books were originally written. For much of this webinar on YouTube, the name of the male moderator seemed to be Juri which seemed very unlikely to Me because Juri is generally a feminine name, and only at the end of the webinar does it become clear during her thanksgiving speech that Ms. Juri Bhattacharyya is the daughter of Birendra Kumar Bhattacharyya. (I found the pronunciation Bhattacharyya jarring to My ears because the actual pronunciation in Asssmese is Bhattacharjyo!) This long video which I heard patiently over several sessions, with breaks, kept on reminding Me of enthusiastic booktuber girls and authortuber girls I have seen on YouTube.

Kishalay Sinha কিশলয় সিনহা [G] Oct 4'20

READ SLOWLY 

Read Slowly And Finish More Books - How To Appreciate (10:14) / R.C. Waldun (YouTube)

Everybody seems to be in a hurry, lacks patience, wants instant gratification (not double entendre), short cuts. So true. I agree. Well done, Waldun. (Cf. Thoreau: "Walden".)

CLASSICS 

You Don't Need To Read All The Classics - And New Book (17:37) / R.C. Waldun (YouTube)

1984 will give you insight into how Nazis controlled the human race for billions of years by highly efficient Nazi spying on each male and female human from birth to "death". Foolproof Nazi spying that only God could break through. (ALL male and female Nazis ON earth and INSIDE earth have been under continuous surveillance for many years and the entire gang of evil Nazis can be burned by LASER instantly, in a fraction of a second. - G)

The poem PARADISE LOST by John Milton is extremely important because it gives a close-up picture of Satan who has raped and tortured the human race for billions of years. The game is now OVER, thanks to Almighty God.

Kishalay Sinha [G]  October 4, 2020 

God 

People want a God they can see and touch and talk to. 

Consider the next section of the book:

In this work it profits little or nothing to think upon the kindness or worthiness of God, or upon our Lady, or upon the saints and angels in heaven, or upon heavenly joy.... It is far better to think upon the naked being of God.

This "naked being" does not unfold itself in a few hours or days.

(p. 93)

- Deepak Chopra: "HOW TO KNOW GOD", Random House.

Ghost-writing

Ghost-writers are not a new phenomenon.

Kishalay Sinha [G]  October 4, 2020 

THE MOST UNSUCCESSFUL VERSION OF THE BIBLE

The most exciting version of the Bible was printed in 1631 by Robert Barker and Martin Lucas, the King's printers at London. It contained several mistakes, but one was inspired - the word 'not' was omitted from the Seventh Commandment and enjoined its readers, on the highest authority, to commit adultery.

Fearing the popularity with which this might be received in remote country districts, King Charles I called all 1,000 copies back in and fined the printers £3,000.

(p. 128)  

- Stephen Pile [sounds like a pen name to Me because specific details of the author are NOT given]: "THE BOOK OF HEROIC FAILURES: The Official Handbook of the Not Terribly Good Club of Great Britain", Futura Publications/Routledge & Kegan Paul; ISBN 0 7088 1908 7; 216 pages.

Futura Books

P.O. Box 11

Falmouth [not Foulmouth]

Cornwall

Kishalay Sinha [G]  October 4, 2020