Sipra's Diary : Great personality ,simple story. : CHURCHILL

                                                                  Churchill

Churchill was a great statesman and political hero of United Kingdom.  He became Prime minister  during the reign of Queen Elizabeth-11 .But before taking the career of politician   he was assigned as a journalist ,the beginning of  writing career . He wrote novel and his autobiography. He loved music. The idea of   gramophone company ' His Master Voice'  with the logo of dog  was his contribution. (b

He was a great painter also . Churchill embraced all the creativity to safeguard himself from depression.   This softer corner  of his character remained mostly unknown to many of us. His image has been focussed as a Great war loving  diplomat .

He had great friendship with the then President Roosevelt of America.They used to talk  in phone  almost every morning at the  time  of  breakfast.  Involvement of America in the World war second was  considered  to  be resulted out of mutual friendship between the two heads: Churchill and President Roosevelt.

Churchill was famous for taking  pretty long time in the bathroom for shower.  During this time  he used to  take all the emergency phone  calls , give instructions to his secretary who used to take notes by standing outside the door of bathroom  to read newspaper ; In short ,half of the  morning  job of office was  being  processed   while he was in the bath tub,                 (in his birth-day suit), under  shower. 

There was a funny story.  Once President Roosevelt came to London in Churchill's house  for political issue   during   second World  War Time. One day it happened ,  Roosevelt was so much excited to  share  some news with  Churchill   (.   (during. the second world war ),  that he rushed into  his  bathroom   with news paper.    Both became embarrassed ;  

 To cover up  Churchill  said   "now you see,  nothing remained SECRET between UK and  America!!"

They often joked by Quoting  this embarrassing moment.

 Sometimes there were video-shows scheduled in the  routine  of Columbia university;  Vidio  of those who happened to be  great leader in their. future life .Some more anecdotes about Churchill were referred.

Once Churchill was very much impressed with  the acting of "Othello" played by an award winning artist .After the show Churchill  congratulated the artist who invited him for dinner  next day in a reputed restaurant .

While the star (I forget the name) was discussing with some Italian producer about the financial agreement in the lounge for his next film contact ,Churchill  reached the restaurant.  It was tough for the producer to accept the high demand of the star.  As Churchill entered the lounge , he waved his hand  with broad smile to the star from the doorway and the star also reciprocated.  The producer immediately granted  the wish of the star and  assigned the  agreement contact ; and  departed joyfully.

 The star said  with excitement to Churchill that the producer was so much stunned to notice you waving hands to me   from the entrance, that   he signed my contact at once without wasting time !  He exclaimed gleefully, "You are my lucky tarot card!"

Churchill :"Really!" 

'Then next time  I will give you a 'hug' before signing a contact so that you can demand  double than you deserved !"

They  both began to laugh ,with foamy  peg in hand.

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Sipra's Diary: Great Personality with simple story : (Series1). MOTHER TERESA.

                      

                   Word=1345 /pages 4       Mother Teresa :Sipra Roy. 

When my daughter  got  chance in  Columbia Executive  Business  school, my joy and enthusiasm knows no bound .From the day of orientation I was eager to hear from her the stories in details :about the class ,about  professors , about students .My daughter was too much interested to talk about the food served to the students.  Food  was really awesome   But interrupting her food enthusiasm ,I squeezed   from her stories and class performances.  I will mention some stories learnt from her.  As a student of Columbia Business school she had the opportunity to get classes from enlightened professors  like Stigliz , and  successful  entrepreneurs . 

I had the opportunity  to listen  from her some  unheard stories of great personality. I wish to share those unique  stories .

Film director Jennet came to take class in the university ;she told her own experience about Mother Teresa . She went to Calcutta as she got a contact to make a documentary on mother. Richard Attenborough was with her .Attenborough achieved 'Oscar by making Gandhi. He was also very enthusiastic about this new endeavor .

 Jennet narrated the story of mother as. follows: she  had no plan to highlight religion in  this documentary.  Jennet:

 "But  I realized that the bond of faith is so strongly rooted in mother that  it is unimaginable to  either break   or to  omit it from mother's life. I stayed five years to finish the documentary; but after coming back, I missed mother so much that I went  to India again  and stayed  10 years with mother in Calcutta. In her influence my perception  and vision of  life   changed miraculously.  In course of time I became her  unwritten personal assistant cum secretary and virtually everything .Mother became obsessively dependent on me .

In the beginning, mother was  often asked by people,"who that lady always hangs with you? Mother laughed amusedly towards me: " O, she is my run-after"!

Really I was her cook, her driver, photographer, assistant cum secretary, everything !All total 

I spent fifteen years all total with her.  Even after coming back from Calcutta, we continued the connection by phone ;we had such an unflinching bond ! When she was admitted in the nursing home in her last phase of life,  she asked me to come to meet her.

I travelled many places with her ,which enriched my  experiences. She led a very simple and  benign  life for herself. In everyday life, she used to do her  own washing ,cleaning her bed and room by herself without taking service from others.  She advised Jennet to practice regularly the "mantra" she had given to her .  she said ,"Mantra" generates great mental as well as environmental power.  I followed her every word dedicatedly. Mother had great sense of humor also.  I shall mentioned it later on."

Once mother asked Jennet to buy a statue of Mother  Mary and meet her directly in the Vatican City of Rome where she was invited by the Pope .She needed the statue as special gift for some one. Mother wanted Jennet also to accompany her . Jennet was in London at that time.Anyway Jennet's  friend dropped her in  the Hithro Airport .It was a windy, rainy day .

After reaching the Airport she came to know that she missed the intended flight just for few minutes. Jennet became anxious for mother who would reach to Rome from India on the very same day, and alone.No flight was available  in London before next morning. How to hand over the statue to mother, in time? Mother gave  her that responsibility  and her failure would cause discomfort to mother! Jennet began to meditate on the "mantras",quite helplessly.  Jennet's friend asked  her to go back,  sadly.

Some astounding announcement was heard. : the 'missed flight' had come back  to the airport either for stormy weather or   mechanical failure !  Captivated with the news, Jennet stood up with the statue !  When She was proceeding towards  with the boarding pass and the "Statue "cautiously', she heard her friend screamed in shrilling voice,'O,please tell me what is that 'mantra'?.........

....Mother was happy to see Jennet in the airport who was waiting to accompany her. She reached the Vatican Palace escorted by her .While passing through the enormously gorgeous passage and corridor of the palace , mother commented out of simplicity (or humor,)"wow , who keep this gigantic palace such neat and clean! It is too hard to maintain cleanliness.

Jennet:(Perhaps mother was thinking her own everyday life of 'self-help'!)Mother used to perform by herself in her everyday life :cleaning, washing, etc .

Another incident was mentioned by jennet. She was invited to get award in  Leningrad Film Festival for "Mother Teressa".She accompanied with mother. But Russian government refused mother to enter on religious basis.But Film Society gave permission.  Mother carried that statue of Mother Mary with her. 

Jennet :please don't take it with you ;they may refuse to give you permission"

But mother didn't listen to her." don't worry, nothing will happen to me"....she  proved to be true.  Jennet was ready to go for the festival and ask her blessing.

Mother: Go and  put on your  fancy dress,  jewelry and  little make up also.("So motherly, amazing!")

Jennet: yea, I am ready, am I not looking good?"  Mother  observed her scrutinizingly and remarked :this dress ?that too black  coloured? Some one among them applauded:yes, black is the latest fashion, Mother.'  Mother murmured "o, latest fashion ;then fine ;let it be!'  she blessed her.

"Mother was an efficient negotiator", Jennet narrated a touching story related to this.

Jennet took a city tour with mother. Mother became upset to witness the penury and destitution of women in one of the 'orphanage'  Basically it was a brothel .After talking with those prostitutes , mother appealed to transform that brothel to real orphanage home .In the background i.e. behind the stage,  tide of conflict was rising  on, for giving entry to a veteran  religious personality in the non religious red land of communist country .Government issued null and void to the application of mother . Finally military general came with his crew to hand over 'NO Permission". Mother argued that she was not asking for pitching any of religious institution but for a social institution, for the welfare  of humanity which has no conflict with communism.  Anyway, Jennet was invited in some other big event with mother . It was attended  by some prestigious honorable guests as audience. All were impressed by the simple talk of mother . Some  dignified  officer pampered mother in indulging voice , "You know, You remind me very much of my own grand--ma! "

Mother: Really? mother smiled affectionately ; so if it is true ,will you listen and obey what this new  grand-ma will ask to you ?

"Sure , sure ,why not !"

 Mother :"O.K. " I  wish here  to establish a house  with three rooms , one kitchen, two bathrooms, and a balcony !  There was something in her voice  that was unavoidable! was it mysticism ! 

The man  agreed ; he was a  Real Estate owner.

Thus in no time a "center' ( Probably , this center for the orphan women)was established in Russia.

"Did you feel any vibration of spirituality in mother?" somebody asked   Jennet.

Jennet paused and replied thoughtfully:  yes, it seems to me she had some spiritual power. Otherwise, how inspite of military objection to leave the country immediately, she  managed to sanction an. orphanage home in the country?

Mother Teressa was very simple in appearance and also in talk; no big talk;  her only message:

was : love and serve the destitute, sick ,needy.  She took  help neither from government nor from Church. She worked hard ;  With the  capital of her own will force coupled with  people's good will , she led the institution. At the base of   making the Organization Global   lies her   mystifying  and extra-ordinary negotiating power in both political and financial sphere .Sometimes she used her own image of nun  for achieving benefits for the orphanage.

            

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Sipra's Diary : BHAI-PHONTA( Brother's Day: Fragments of Memoir)

                                              BHAIPHONTA ( Brother's  Day)

It was on the occasion of the auspicious day of  Bhaiphota for the Bengalese, with my youngest brother "Manu":  wishing long life for brother marking sandalwood sign on the forehead .There is similar type of festival in other parts of India, like Punjab, U.P and Bihar which is known as "Raksha-Bandhan".He was  7/8 and I was like 17 . 

He was a  gentle ,bright and loving boy. After  he completed schooling in RKM Boarding School

(which is equivalent to Eaton in UK or Harvard inUS ),   became successful award winning doctor .

DR.Ardhendu  Majumdar 's name came in WHO'S Who ,while he was too young to achieve  such glory.He was posted in the PG hospital of Calcutta. 

As fresh doctor he served initially  in National Medical College ,NRS Med.college.  Medical college

of Calcutta, and  then  PG hospital. He took the teaching profession He was very popular as teacher among students.

He was loved  and adored for his simplicity ,jovial  nature as well as for his profound. knowledge. 

Though a renowned doctor himself, but he had many health issues from young age. he passed away last year, living behind his only son and wife who is also award  winning successful doctor as well as an extraordinary loving mother and homemaker. They wrote  books jointly on medical subject( published by Harper- Colins)which are translated in different languages and included in the syllabus  of medical college.

Every memory with him  is so vivid , so living to me ; his joy used to burst in  his smile and eyes  whenever I came home  from hostel in vacations.

 He was the first among our  siblings to leave this earth ; The photo pinches me my 'Bhai-phonta" did not work!
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Sipra's Diary: FOOD, FESTIVAL And PETS ( Closer to Home)

                                                           Food , Festivals   and  pets (Home)

Food,  Festival and Pets.   by Sipra Roy 

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Food festival and pets are closely related to 'home'.

 Food and festivals are intertwined  throughout  the world. India is a land of festivals. Some festivals are provincial while some are national. Among them Dewali, Holi ( festivals  of colour), Durgapuja and X-mas are  celebrated  with pomp and splendour throughout India. They are declared and marked in calendar as national holidays.

Most of the global festivals come within  October to December and related to the position of moon. Like Dewali ,Jewish Hannukkah, X-mas,  China's lantern festival :all are 'festival of lights' and connected to religion trailing interesting stories. Food, and music also are closed to festivals.  variety of Sweet items ,fruits and nuts  are  offered .Festivals are not only center of social gathering of friends and family but  also of business. leading to   commercial gain .  On the occasion people  shop new clothes ,shoes  cosmetics jewelry  and lots of gifts for friends and family. Thus ultimately they add to country's economic growth.

 Pets are related to home, next to food and festivals.They have been integral part of most family, whether living in city or in  urban  area. Among pets dogs, cats  and birds are popular both as useful and as companion.  Senior people are fond of pets as companion, as their children are away from them . With the absence of  three generations living together, value and status of pets  have been  upgraded. Pets also like to be pampered. Cats don't need  to chase behind any mouse for food ;They get nutritious food from pet's shop; so are the dogs. Instead of protecting the house from miscreants staying awake throughout the night, they feel sleepy like young school kids in  early night .They are kept as   owner's pride,  as  if decoration pieces to beautify  the home  and not for utility as they used to be.

In our childhood we were fond of reading comics of 'Aronyadev'(god of jungles) where  all animals live peacefully bonded with love; lamb and lion used to drink water from the same lake.

It seems we are coming near to that state when animals will be devoid of animosity and achieve divinity.

How long the human specie will take  time to be promoted to become. such   pet animals? This   mundane  earth with lots of contradictions and confusions will turn into  heavenly abode ,  not in dream or conference   but in reality ? 

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Sipra's diary: "What's Up?"( Fragments from everyday life)

 I asked my 8-year grandson "WhatsApp"?  

He smiled and immediately, pointing finger with head high  replied promptly,"hmmm, blue sky, birds fly, setting sun and a  plane also.....!"I laughed .

***I am Indian and Bengali. So any good words about Bengal gives me joy;I like to share it with others .

Calcutta is the capital of  BENGAL;Calcutta is a metropolitan city .I am born in Calcutta;I did my higher education in Calcutta.  I love Calcutta of my own time .

       Calcutta has its special charm. In spite of having the same features of all other metro cities of the world, it surpasses something more. It has 'terrible beauty' of contrast: a  cocktail of British sophistication and simplicity of curious native mind that inspires and embraces whoever comes in contact. "City of Palaces", City of Joy", or "Midnight  Children"fail to depict the true spirit of Calcutta, the soul of the city.

Surprisingly,  I felt sameness in both tone and tune between  Calcutta and  NewYork in many points.  Obviously, I don't mean only the landmass of New York.  But the people of New York.  European  snobbery  cocktailed with chivalry and native simplicity with heterogenous diversity walk parallel, peacefully; crossing over the conflict of race religion wealth.

Anyway I wish to share the  accumulated glories of my birthplace with others .I jot down  the long list but I will mention  only some of them. Bengal holds the 4000 thousand years old   civilization and it is world's 3rd ethnic community, right after Arabs and Chinese Huns.

Calcutta is the first metropolitan city, first Metro rail, first University of India, ( estd in Jan 24, 1857). First college of India. Presidency College (1870) First male  graduate is Bankim Ch. Chatterjee. ,First bank of India, Bank of Hindustan( 1770),later known as State bank of India ((1806)

First Nobel prize winner  in literature is R.N. Tagore (1913).

*** Indian National Anthem : Written by R.N. Tagore. National Anthem "Janagana-mono.." is declared as the best anthem of the world by UNESCO. 

First newspaper is published  in Calcutta  BENGAL GAZETT (1780)

World's largest drinking water tank is TALA TANK. of Calcutta (Estd 1909)

Largest National Library (1903) situated in Calcutta.

First "Miss Universe from India (1947) is Promila from Calcutta.

Calcutta high court (1862)

Second largest stadium in the world :  Salt Lake Stadium in Calcutta.

Founder of BJP:  Shyamaprasad  Mukerjee from Calcutta.

Tenjing Norgay from Darjeeling(Bengal) is the first to climb Mt. Everest.  The first Indian to promote Hinduism in the West was patriotic saint Narendranath Dutta. (Later known as Swami Vivekananda)( 1993).

*********************************************************Today I went to the school of my grandson (8years)as they had fete and day of winter closing. My grandson did not come running to me nor to my son, his father. It is a private school. 

My son's  schooling was in St.Xaviers and daughter's was in Mt. Carmel;  both in Durgapur ( W. Bengal).I was ruminating the superb performances of the  elementary students, the dedicated and efficient teachers, the elegant school building  of my children  compared to this private school of America with poor performance and exorbitant  charges!

I felt sad both for my grandson and for  my son  who is lacking  required fatherly vision, in spite of being extraordinary student himself. I was thinking of good Boarding school of America  where my grandson can be shifted.

I volunteered several times  here, in US with students of grade four and five in  elementary school. It was so disappointing experiences. for me. I won't be astonished  if within 25 years this land become one of the poorest country in knowledge, education and economy. The  future of nation is potential  within each and every child ; they are the future leader of the country.  A country with diverse nations, races, religions and languages must have something unique to mould  them, to unify them  as a nation. There is no national anthem in  regular school curriculum . The syllabus is bogus and superficial; neither teachers nor students understand well the head or tail of it;both teachers and students are overburdened with extra-curricular activities which spare little empty time, free space to think ;most dangerous symptom that I felt  is  the decay of curiosity and imagination  in kids which is the amazing world of creativity; Story books enriched the young brain!  

  There should be some sagacious 'base' of selecting the Storybooks for reading,  considering  their emotional   hunger and curious mind of the kids, of the teens; story books are not  less but rather more important than syllabus books. *******************************************************

So many publishers, so many writers, so many books but few proper English  reading books suited to the grades of  students ! When I entered the  classroom of grade five (in US) first time with Indian mind,  I noticed the 'freedom' of students in contrast to my country.The British left India ;but they left  back many  valuable imprints such as rules regulation, 'discipline' which are still  prevalent in all good schools...Anyway, the noise decreases  as  each table with 3/4 students with one volunteer teacher  settled  down. I noticed in every class the girls were smarter than the boys; although all seemed equally intelligent ;boys were relatively quiet. The young teacher was too gentle and polite while talking to the students. I diagnosed some extra-cautiousness in her body language instead of students. It was just reverse in our school life. In the past the relationship between teachers and students was mixture of fear and reverence accompanied with distance. Now the relationship  between the two is more friendly but  absense  of distance has stolen  desired respect about teachers.                                                              

I was never asked any question  by students. Once the title of  reading piece of the story-book was"keep Quite".  

Mahatma Gandhi ,who was called as father of the nation, preached three lessons : 'keep quite',  'don't lie','don't listen rubbish'.

I asked, the students 'Do you know in which country mahatma belonged to'?

One of the students answered,'yes, it is India'.

'Thank you !'do you know I am also from the same country?

'Nobody showed any interest about me .'Who can say the other two lessons of  him?'

 Nobody raised hands. I myself answered but nobody paid heed to me.

Though I had in my mind  to say few words about 'Mahatma' to enrich their G.K. but I checked myself.

Curiosity is dead or may be gasping. and curiosity is the 'Mother of Invention !'

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Sipra's Diary : "Shooting Star". (True Story )

                           

                                                          

                                         

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Ever since I was a little girl ,shooting star always remained in me as awe and wonder,  still now, simultaneously  the automatic music  is played  in mind, following the star:

"Twinkle twinkle little star/ How I wonder what you are / Up above so high/like a diamond in the sky."

 The moment we used to see a shooting star in childhood , we  always impulsively pointed at it and screamed "look, look shooting star!"Most of the kids of my age believed one must close eyes to wish which might be granted by god. Star was thought as symbol of magic ,dream and fulfilling wish and  hope. Shooting star gives a certain glow to the night sky. when a speck from its body come down to the earth, I could never close my eyes for "wish" as my friends , instead I gazed and arduously wish to get  that particle, to own that particle which never happened. With much pain and wonder I asked my mother, "Ma, why that shooting star always lost in the midway of the sky and never reached the land?"

Mom answered," because it burns and become ashes which mixes with air .It looks like a star falling but actually a piece of rock and dust, metal known as meteor. When two heavenly bodies  collide their tracking, small part is separated, then like a spark it comes downward but through the airy layer the spark often burns out to ashes before touching the earth. It is not a star at all ,but an illusion. 

I was never happy with this answer."ma had you ever seen it touched the earth  in your childhood  ?'

'Yes not me, but my grandmother witnessed it.'

 'really? Then tell me,  please! '

It is a true story told by my mother.she came to know from her grandma.

 Great Grandma had a habit of taking bath at night before going to bed in their family owned  pond, adjacent to their house .One night she saw some bright flashing particle  (a shooting star) dropped near by their pond. She was terrified; the night was dark the pond was surrounded by tall palm trees and  low mud wall. She was  extraordinary courageous. She watched it for at least half an hour. She noticed some flickering light ;at first golden yellow and bluish light was prominent .Within half an hour gradually it began to dim. Great -great grandmother dragged a huge clay bowl from her near-by cow-shed  and dropped over  to cover that dimly flamed matter. She did not disclose it to anybody at night. Next day in early morning she told first to my grandfather who was a doctor. Great great grandma with my grandfather and his attendant, Haru came to the spot; Haru lifted over that clay-bowl curiously, as he was told to do. They saw something look like a lump of meat , still flickering light( like fire-flies )was  coming out from the pores of the lump. Haru  brought a long iron spear and spade from the cow-shade. He tried to move it  was too heavy to move. he pierced it with the spear; it looked like oily glossy lump of dark coloured  flesh and still flickering fade blue  flame from the scattered pores. Finally it was covered again with the same bowl. Grandpa sent message to  the superintendent of Calcutta Museum.  Within 10 Am. a special team of  British scientists  from Calcutta reached by a zeep and a car. 

By the time the news spread over ;a huge crowd from the adjacent villages  gathered around the pond; many  children  and  villagers climbed on the trees to get  a better view. 

The scientists told  that they thought it to be  a speck of meteor, made of metal but still not hard enough to be rock With the help of spade their team labourers  put it on their zeep-car. They left                                                                                                                                                                                     after congratulating  my grandpa a lot for informing them   them..

Curious villagers were excited  more to see the team of white British people  which was a rare sight in the village, in addition to that ugly dung dropped from the sky .The adults began to discuss   gravely about that odd piece  from the sky as inauspicious and went towards the temple to consult with the priest.

"There must be sin ;we should do some 'yagna' to save the village "

  

I learnt from my mother that it was kept in the Calcutta Museum with written history at the bottom. 

My great grand mother kept it secret  at night because the ignorant villagers might relate it to ghost spirit and might claim their own decision under the guidance of ignorant orthodox priest ,instead of calling scientist for research. I appreciate my  courageous great grandma with such advanced scientific mentality, more than 130/35 years ago! 

Although most of the meteors burn up but some do survive and reach us ;they are all journey from space to earth.

As my childhood was over, the myth of wish or hope related to shooting star was lost from memory but it remained still as a piece of beauty, love and wonder.

It is amazing to think how wonder is the life of shooting star to witness the majestic universe in its journey from space to earth---I am really jealous;I want to be shooting star next life.                                                                        Sipra Roy

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Sipra's Diary : " Hukki-Hua "

                                                          "Hukki-Hua..."

 Philosophical definition of    ' human' is = animality plus humanity.It means animality i.e  some animal symptom is inherent in human.

The fox howls four times  at  every quarter of night. First the leader starts" hukki hua--" ;then  its team join in chorus .Their bodies  are biologically orchestrated  to  do so. Because they do it throughout the year, and not seasonal , so it is sure  that it is not for mating . May be they have different groups;   they are territorial. So Every leader of the group  protects their own area for food hunting by giving alarming call to others." look,we are alert and awake ,don't dare to invade!'.......

  Anyway we ,the human specie dedicatedly follow that' hukki-hua'  symptom in the matter of media and public news  propaganda; starting from the last  long period that orchestrated  noise was continuously going on as background music for : global warming, ice-melting environmental pollution . Then the bombard bursting of   unprecedented financial crash in 2008 became louder to bear and subside the previous one less audible ,though  not erased. 

But the  blow of covid -19 swept over all those  existing previous shouts of hukki Hua, under .the mini tsunami of : panic fear and  uncertainty of fragile future. 

But "time and tide never stops ". Another wave of police brutality dug the painful past of 200 years back into the  land of memory of racial  inequality and injustice; the inhuman way of killing an African American  under the pressure of  knee, as if, proposing for marriage with diamond ring  in a novel style of kneeling , but with hands  unusually tucked in pockets! 

This  instigated mass fury and it woke up  genie  of mass agitation  taking the living  form of :                                            "BLACK  LIVES    MATTER"  And last but not least ,along all these chaos ,confusion, and complexities, the most important event of suspense of wizard democracy:the Election of 2020!   

who will win: Republican or democrats /Democrats  or republican?

 Head or Tail ! Toss and tell:

                                ' hukki -hua'........

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