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[dailypioneer]

In a major blow for the ruling Trinamool Congress in Bengal, the ED on Friday recovered at least Rs 20 crore from the house of Arpita Mukherjee, a close aide of Bengal Industries Minister Partho Chatterjee, sources said.

The count of notes could go further up, sources added.

The ED raided 14 locations in Bengal, including  the houses of senior Trinamool Congress (TMC) leader and Industries Minister Partho Chatterjee, his Ministerial colleague Paresh Adhikari, party MLA Manik Bhattacharya and a bevy of former senior education department officials.

The raids are linked to the recruitment scam in the West Bengal School Service Commission and West Bengal Primary Education Board.

The recovered cash is suspected to be proceeds of crime of said SSC Scam. The search team is taking the assistance of bank officials for the counting of cash. Apart from the currency notes, 20 I-phones, gold and other ornaments have also been recovered, sources added saying three counting machines had been employed to count the notes.

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[srbachchan]

DAY 5646

Jalsa , Mumbai                  Aug 2/3, 2023                 Wed/Thu  2:05 am

Birthday - EF - Manoj Ghanatsala .. Thursday, 3 August .. love and wishes for a grand birthday ..🌹

.. when too much attention is directed towards you .. something is brewing .. could be good or bad ..mostly bad .. nobody talks of good, they wait for the opportunity to express bad ..   

and the over crowded head is filled with so much saturated information that what I was about to write has flown out of the room ..

anyway .. human nature dwells and revels in the finding of the bad .. nobody goes searching for the good  .. they do so for the profession they are in and link it all the time to it .. 

but that is not true ..

you are focussed best at work .. 

away from it, say at home , there is a feeling of defeat and servile disposition ..

the thoughts of the 2nd of August and the wishes for it abound .. and I must say they have all been rather moving .. my gratitude for this was initiated by Babuji, Maaji and family - Jaya, Shweta, Abhishek and all .. the happiest day of the week is when the entire family sits together ... to listen to the elder , or just play some board games with them .. challenge them to do something , and they shall come out smarter than you .. blessings for this to them ..

my expression of gratitude :

may you ..  all that have been so consistently connecting .. soon I hope ..

All yours .. 

Hope you did not keep the Husband waiting for too long before you arrived and handed over the surprise  earlier ..

Now work was done and many feel that I should disclose some pictures of it here on this platform .. so we shall start it and then go straight on to the game ..

a known territory abounds this area where I was the first to cut the auspicious tape. ....  opening of the Studio  ... 

the light of our lives .. the camera .. never lies never hides .. is blessed each day with prayers .. no day is begun ever until the auspicious coconut is broken , a prayer said , flowers garlanded over it .. and then .. 

.. the music played while the lighting was being done so did a few impromptu steps .. 🕺

what ... ????

🪔 .. August .. and for August 01 .. the birthday greetings are for Ef Shital Patel from California ..and the best of wishes to her from the entire Ef Family .. 🙏🏻🚩

🪔 .. August 02 .. 2 - 08 .. birthday greetings to Ef Anurodh Arun Gupta .. Ef Vijaya Lakshmi aka Ef Vijji from Delhi .. and Ef Md Rehan Ahmad from West Bengal .. love and keep well .. 🙏🏻🚩

.. ✨

just in case you thought I had forgotten the Birthdays ..

Love 

Amitabh Bachchan 

[chhayaprakashani]

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[sismaheshtala]

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[whore-for-chris-evans]

মনের মানুষ - Soulmate

[Steve Rogers x Indian!bengali!GN!reader

Summary: your heart is aching for a home that no longer exists. Steve finds you in the middle of emotional turmoil.

Warning: homesickness, childhood trauma if you squint, mention of political disturbance, fluff, cursing, Steve being an absolute sweetheart, Steve also getting the feels]

After the third round of knocking incessantly at your bedroom door, Steve huffed. He didn't want to intrude, in case you weren't decent or something.

"Sorry y/n," he muttered before twisting the handle, fully expecting to find it closed, unyielding.

His eyes widened, first in mild surprise at the ease with which he'd made it in: no locked doors. Then in shock, since his favourite person - you - was currently curled up on the floor, facing the sunset. Knees pulled up to your chest and tears streaming down your face as you whimpered softly now and then.

The next emotion was confusion at the music playing in the room - something that sounded like a folk song sung by a gravelly male voice in a language he didn't understand. However, he'd heard you speak or sing in it to yourself enough to know it was Bengali.

He joined you on the floor, quietly tapping your arm.

You turned your head to look at him, making no effort to wipe away the salty moisture on your cheeks. "I miss home."

Three words. Just three words from you tugged violently on his heart-strings, making him scoot closer and wrap his arms around you, pulling you closer. You let him engulf you, finding comfort in him.

He didn't bother asking any questions. He knew the answers. Unfair elections and totalitarian practices had completely destroyed the political opposition in India five years ago. You'd watched democracy fall apart slowly but surely within fifteen years. Your beloved state of West Bengal, safe from the ruling party till then, had been overpowered too.

You'd run. You'd wished you could stay and do something, be a patriot, but you'd run. Forced yourself to throw yourself and your best efforts into medical school, even if your heart had ached for a different subject instead. You'd clenched your jaw and survived five years of suffocating dictatorship (nobody ever called it that but that's what it was) and communal riots. Then, the moment you'd graduated, you'd packed your things and left your homeland for a stable future.

You hadn't taken anyone with you. Your family wasn't the best and you'd made the decision to go no contact with them while still in high school. You'd lied to them about where you would be living, promised them you'd call. At the airport, just before boarding, you'd sent your mother the final text you'd silently prepared beforehand, listing everything she'd done wrong and refused to make up for and why you felt wronged. You'd apologised for being so harsh, and for abandoning them, but explained that you needed to protect yourself and you couldn't do it while staying with them. Then you'd thrown away your phone.

It was for the best, for your best, but you still missed the carefree life of your early years. Carefree, not in the sense that you weren't being hurt over and over, but carefree in the sense that you were naïve enough not to realise you were being hurt. You were alone in this new environment. Yes, you'd found friends, you'd found Steve. But a part of you still felt lonely.

Steve knew all of this. He'd held you close the day you poured all of it out. And he held you close now as the homesickness returned.

"I'm a fucking coward," you sniffle. "I should've stayed and tried to fight. Spoken up. Done something. Said something. Anything. I didn't even try. Like a selfish bitch."

He pressed a kiss to your head, stroking your hair and shushing you. He'd save that conversation for later. Right now you didn't need a response from him, you needed to let your feelings out. He'd always be here to wipe your tears away and get you back on your feet.

You hugged him tighter, and he pulled you into his lap, leaning against the bed as he closed his eyes, focusing on the song playing on loop.

Weirdly, it felt like home. Nevermind that he understood nothing. There was something earthen and rustic about the song and its ambience, something that called to him. He thought of his mother. A little voice in him said she'd love this music too. He felt his own eyes water as well, and blinked to prevent them from spilling.

You turned in his arms a little so now your back was to his chest, and you both watched the sun go down in silence.

When you'd calmed down, he brought one of your hands up to his lips. "Do you feel like going out and getting some ice cream? Or brownies?"

You giggled - despite the surge of emotions earlier. "I'd love that. Thank you," you met his calm and loving eyes, genuine gratitude in your own.

"Of course, honey."

Minutes later, as you held on to him from behind while his motorcycle wove in and out of traffic, you felt some of the weight lifting off your chest. Life had been rough, but it was better now. You were better now. Safe and loved. You'd be okay, right?

You rubbed his arm softly. He found your hand and squeezed it three times at a red light.

Yeah, you'd be okay.

[AN: This is the direct product of me being homesick, while sitting in my hometown, and being terrified for the future. Steve is my comfort character so I wrote this solely to calm myself; this is the most self-indulgent piece I've ever written. I know most of you won't relate to this much, but I hope that for once, you can put yourself in my place and at least try to understand the emotions in this fic rather than agonise over the details which don't apply to you.

AN 2: India is quasi-federal in structural, meaning while there is a Prime Minister to govern the entire country, every state also has their individual Chief Minister and Cabinet of Ministers for the affairs of said state. The party in power at the Centre isn't always the ruling party in every state. West Bengal is one of such states where the part in power is different from the one at the Centre...so far.

Current affairs in the country are really bad. Abuse of legislation, silencing the national press, completely altering the Constitution, bribing the judiciary, rigging the polls - it's all happening. It's bad enough that the UN and even other countries have criticised the central administration here. This fic is me being super scared that what I mentioned here will actually happen. Elections are this month, and like many other civilians, I'm desperately praying it doesn't take a turn for the worse.

AN 3: The song linked above is the inspiration for the title. মনের মানুষ (moner manush) translates to "soulmate". It is one of the most popular Baul songs. Baul are a category of Bengali folk songs which have double meanings. Most songs, at first listen, appear to be aimed at a lover, however, they can also be meant for God. It depends on how you wish to interpret them. They're a highly respected part of Bengali heritage and can be easily identified by the sound of the ektara in the instrumental, a one stringed musical instrument.]

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The Royal Tar accident

The Royal Tar was a sidewheel steamer with a schooner sailplan, launched in November 1835 at Carleton.

When the ship sailed from her berth at Peter's Wharf, Eastport, on 21 October 1836, under the command of Captain Reed, she had a crew of 21 and 70 passengers, including a number of women and children. The passenger list was more extensive than usual as members of a menagerie and their animals, of the Burgess and Dexter Zoological Institute were on board. The animals on board were an elephant, six horses, two dromedaries, two lionesses, a leopard, a Bengal tiger, a gnu, a pair of pelicans and several serpents and exotic birds. There was also a large wax figure cabinet, a safe with the passengers' treasures inside, and a huge show wagon called an omnibus, as well as wagons to transport the cages and the horses to pull them.

The second half of October 1836 saw severe weather on the coast, and when the Royal Tar left Eastport on the evening of 21 October, the wind blew so hard from the west that the steamer pulled to safety at Little River (near Cutler). The storm continued for three days, but on the afternoon of 24 October another attempt was made to continue the voyage. In heavy seas and a persistent westerly wind, the steamer anchored again in Machias Bay and stayed until midnight, when the wind shifted to the northwest and the voyage was resumed.

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In the afternoon of 25 October, the engineer reported that the water level in the boiler had become too low. When the captain heard this report, he ordered the engine to be stopped and the safety valve opened to let out the steam and cool down the engine so that it could not cause a fuer. But it was already too late. About 2,4 km from the Fox Islands in Penobscot Bay, it was discovered that the hot boiler had started a fire.  An attempt was made to extinguish the flames with a hose attached to the pump, but this was unsuccessful. The fire spread rapidly and soon consumed the fire-fighting equipment, leaving only the option of abandoning the Royal Tar.

Now the Royal Tar would have had four boats, but to get all the animals and equipment on board, two were left ashore, so there were only two left. Captain Reed and two of the crew lowered the small boat at the stern and climbed aboard to prepare rafts of debris and rescue as many people as possible. Sixteen of the crew, however, lowered the second, larger boat and left the others to their fate. They rowed themselves until they reached Isle au Haut, but what became of them is not known.

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There was no rescue for the animals, however, and all but two of the horses died. Allegedly, the elephant also managed to break free and go overboard, killing several people in the process, before the animal itself drowned.

Captain Reed and his remaining men, however, kept the boat on standby and, as the terrified passengers began to jump overboard, were able to save several of them by rowing them to the U.S. revenue cutter Veto, who had seen the fire and sailed to the scene to help. However, as the cutter was carrying a lot of gunpowder, Veto could not help directly and had to wait at some distance.

In the end, 32 lives were lost, including four men, nine women and 10 children. And four hours after catching fire, the Royal Tar sank beneath the waves, with all its treasures. Attempts to recover some of it have so far been in vain.

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[hinducosmos]

Chaitanaya Mahaprabhu & Vishnupraya India, signed, date unknown, polychrome gouache on board verso: signed ‘Mohan’

Representation of the Bengali vaishnavite guru Chaitanya Mahaprabhu placing shakha bracelet (a type of bracelet traditional as a wedding jewel in West Bengal, and made of shankha conch shells) on his wife, Vishnupriya. (via DbaTHIS.com)

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