The Misogynist Outsource


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The Misogynist Outsource

 

“See rapes will happen, they are guys, they get excited, girls need to have themselves under control why can’t they be in their norms, “said by the society.

When I flip through the newspaper and news channel the rape or sexual exploitation has been the talk of the town. It’s like raping has become a new trend, desperate men all around, looking at woman like a meat t ...

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10 Books by Indian Authors which are must read


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10 Books by Indian Authors which are must read.

“Foreign authors are so nice, Indian should buckle up”. We hear this lot often about the Indian Authors, but it’s not true. Indian authors have given some extraordinary piece of work to the literature world which is beyond our imagination. We bring to you some amazing books are a good read if you are literature fan.

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The Madman


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The Madman

 

कबीरा खड़ा बाज़ार में, मांगे सबकी खैर,
ना काहू से दोस्ती,न काहू से बैर. – Kabirdas doha

He preached the world about love in times when the hatred prevailed. Born in a Hindu Brahmin family, he was raised by a Muslim weaver; post the death of his Hindu mother. His life had always been shrouded by mysteries and different l ...

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Drenched higher education


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Drenched higher education

 

 

“The best math lesson we can teach college students this year is to subtract a tuition increase and benefit from the dividends of higher education.”- Jodi Rell

The education is the key to make the India’s demographic dividend reach heights. The structure of the higher education in India is rigid but with great possibility. The higher education syste ...

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PAPA


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PAPA

He gets me the ocean of love,

Even if he is doesn’t say anything

He understands the silence.

I see him standing with me

Whilst the sadness surrounds me,

He made me learn how to walk

Holding my tiny fingers

 

He taught me life lessons

With the outmost tenderness

 

My despondency was more of his

Then mine

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