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Monday, October 17, 2011

WEEKEND GET AWAY TO HISTORIC AKALIPUR


Akalipur can be an ideal place for a small weekend trip which at the same time has the glamour of outing but with an edge of ancient social culture adorned with folklores and with a kaleidoscopic religious history. It is better to drive till Tarapeeth which is approximately 285 KM away from Kolkata and make a night stay in any of the decent hotels. Akalipur is 38/40 KM away from Tarapith and can be reached within a span of 45 minutes from Tarapeeth.

We had started driving from Kolkata and reached Tarapeeth via Durgapur Express way which is a magnificent and well-maintained thoroughfare and as such the distance of 285 KM does not tire the travelers. 
  



Lunch can be had at Panagarh crossing. But, if one is interested to have a cozy lunch at a secluded place, then a Resort named RIK situated about 7 KM inside/interior from the Panagarh Crossing (More) can be a good choice and more than the worth of the 7+7=14 KM extra ride.


We had made a night halt at Tarapeeth on the date on which we had started our journey and on the very next morning we had started for Akalipur. Very little is known in urban life regarding the folklores and the historic temple of Maa Akali at Akalipur. My sole intention was to unearth various folklores and to have a taste of history of Akalipur which lies asleep within the long forgotten sleepy hollows of Time. 


 The road we followed is obviously the Durgapore Expressway and it goes without saying that till Panagarh More, the journey is swift and pacy. My Xylo easily cruised along at about 100 to 120 kmph, and the road itself was enviously smooth and large distance got covered in no time. So much so that before reaching Panagarh we took a detour through a nearby village and captured some amazing rural scenes and the villages in this side of the State seemed to be quite well to do and for the first time in my life I did not have to feel sorry for the villagers and these people truly seemed to be contended folks, basking in the warmth and glory of their own freshly tilled soil. 

In this detour itself I got to see the season's first full bloom of water lilies. Although the water lilies, unlike Lotus, prefer to grow on shallow mires and bogs and not in ponds at all, but this bloom of water lilies actually soothed the eyes.... be it mire, bog or a pond.


 

 Goddess (Maa) Akali: Regarding the origin of and the history to the temple and the Deity, two consistent folklores could be gathered; some having strong back up in history whereas some originated from strong gut feelings and from the literary narratives of the bards. The temple of Maa Akali at Akalipur was erected by Maharaja Nanda Kumar, the then Diwan of a subdivision of Bengal and a close confederate of Warren Hastings in the year 1887. 



According to the Bengali Calendar, the corresponding date of erection of the temple was 11th Magh, 1178. The Temple is situated on the bank of Brahamani River, so that the front of the main entrance of the temple faces the River. 



 The temple is a structural enigma as the shape of the temple does not resemble to any other temples prevalent in the Indian architecture. It has an octagonal shape. The eight corners of the said temple symbolize eight Yogas of Hinduism. 




In the courtyard of the temple, there is a peculiar tree wherein three different plants; Banyan, Ashwathha and Tamarind share one main trunk and in the structure of one tree, three different plants co-exist since the time immemorial.








The Deity of Maa Akali is believed to be the Kuladevi of the controversial king Jarasandha who was the king of Magadha at Bihar. The folk lore goes that thereafter same Deity of Maa Akali had reached the hands of King of Kashi, Chaita Singha and was worshipped by the religious King of Kashi. 


When   the palace of Maharaja of Kashi, Chaita Singha was looted and plundered by Warren Hastings, the Deity of Maa Akali was recovered by Maharaja Nanda Kumar who was the then Diwan of Hooghly. History hints that such recovery of Maharaja Nanda Kumar was possible mainly due to his friendship with Warren Hastings, the then Governor of Government of Bengal  whose friendship later turned sour and resulted in the historic trial and untimely death of Maharaja Nanda Kumar.

Another myth regarding the temple and Deity, which also does regular rounds in the corridors  and courtyards of Akalipur, as informed by Nitai Bhattacharya, a shop owner in the temple premises is that  when Maharaja Nanda Kumar had recovered  the Deity of Maa Akali and was desirous of erecting the instant temple, the Kulo Purohits of the Diwan 
of Hooghly had repeatedly discouraged Maharaja Nanda Kumar on the supposed ground that the Deity is not to be worshipped by any “Grihi” (a family man) but has to be worshipped  by such a person who has renounced worldly life, especially by Kapalik/Tantrik. But the daring Maharaja, took no notice of such warnings and proceeded with his resolve to build the Temple. As destiny would have it, when the temple was built, it was struck by lightning and Ishan corner of the temple was cracked open. Although the crack was plastered in the recent time in 2003-04, it is still visible and can be witnessed by all and sundry. 


But Maharaja Nanda Kumar was not discouraged by such incidence and he continued with the Puja of the Deity. As per the folklores, thereafter, in the eve of one such Puja, the wife of Maharaja Nanda Kumar fell down in the temple and had cut her forehead on the offering plates of the Deity, made of Knasha (bell metal). The folklores add on that even when such incident could not stop Maharaja Nanda Kumar from worshipping the Deity, then came the historic trial of Maharaja Nanda Kumar which resulted in his untimely death. Thereafter the family of Maharaja Nanda Kumar appointed Purohits to make offerings to the Deity and had stopped performing the rites of Puja themselves. 


I must accept that these folklores which I collected from the fragmented stories of the villagers had neither any back up in history nor could it be corroborated from any authentic source. The Puja offering still goes on in full splendor and people from neighboring village and town, they often come down with offerings. Regular Bhog is offered to Maa Akali at about 2 P.M.


Another important feature of the Temple is that the construction could not have been completed by Maharaja Nanda Kumar during his life time and as such there was no roof constructed above the octagonal structure.  The roof was constructed later on with the effort of Sri Kiranmay Nando, the then Hon’ble Minister of Fisheries, West Bengal.


Another interesting feature that one gets to see is that the temple bears engravings of Snakes at the top of each doors and at the very pinnacle of the temple structure a snake with raised hood can be located.  Even the Deity of Maa Akali is adorned with Snakes which are used as jewelries . The Devi Herself is seated over a huge Snake and at the top of the head of the Devi, a Snake is entangled forming Her Crown. Sri Debasish Bandopadhyay who has been serving as Priest and who has also his hereditary legacy at the temple of  Kalikapur informs us that Maa Akali is another form of Maa Kali, but unlike Ma Kali, Maa Akali has two hands and does not stand on Lord Shiva but sits over a huge serpent  and is clad in clothes adorned with ornaments made of Snakes.


 Sri Bandopadhyay further informs that the form of Maa  Kali is also known as “Sristi o Sanghar Murti”, as She  destroys with Her Kharga and re-creates with Her Hand holding the severed human head, which is also known as Beeja-Hawsto; the severed  human heads symbolize  the seed of new beginning “Beej”. 


According to Sri Bandopadhyay, unlike Maa Kali, Maa Akali is that form of The Devi, which was conceptualized by ‘Sadhaka’s to be seen after the Era of Sanghar and Sristi, signifying Maa Kali’s  normal form. Sri Bandopadhyay, further adds that in this form Devi does not require the other two hands for Sristi and Sanhar as it is the later form of Devi and therefore, Maa Akali has only two hands which are meant for protection and granting wishes of Her Children.



As I have already narrated earlier that the Devi is seated on a huge serpent, and unlike Maa Kali, Maa Akali is clad in clothes and adorned with ornaments made of snakes. Sri Bandopadhyay explains, since in the form of Maa Kali, the Goddess is creating the world, she is portrayed naked, as nakedness symbolizes Mother Nature with all Her Fertility. Large coiled snakes on which Maa Akali sits symbolizes ‘Muladhar’ or ‘Kulo Kundalini’, which according to the Hindu Philosophy is a sleeping or dormant knowledge. Again the Snakes forming crown of the Devi with his raising hoods suggests and symbolizes “Jagroto Kulo Kundalini”, that is to say, that state when the Supreme Knowledge has already risen from its slumber. Hence The Devi symbolizes the event of “Jagaran of Kulo Kundalini”; the event of attainment of supreme knowledge. Since the concept of this attainment of supreme knowledge is itself  sacred and also a secret concept and as also it is believed that Kulo Kundalini lies above one’s genitals but  below the last bone of the spinal cord , Maa Akali is also known as Gujhya Kali.  

 To sum up, I must suggest that it is an awesome place to visit, especially at winter and can be made a very coveted spot for all the folk tale hungry travelers, in search of new places and fascinating history. The place is both ideal for solitary travelers and for families.



Thursday, July 14, 2011

Photo Finish !!!

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 A photo may narrate quite a few tales... It may please the eye, it may choose to repulse the onlooker. Sometimes a photo thrills you; again in certain occasions it may coax your darker emotions... Like any other creative fields, photography is a finer art and all we hear about the PHOTOGRAPHIC EYE of an individual is nothing but his/her own sense of perception, way of looking at things ---- what in other words may be termed as creativity....



Sunset



As it can be seen in the second and the fourth pictures, the photography is mundane and grammatical, these can be dubbed as typical record shots of 'sea' and 'sunset'... (although I myself feel that it is also essential to capture record shots)...
Mr. Bee

 But in the third one, it is rather an unconventional subject... inspiring either awe or dismay or some other darker emotion... The bee is also beautiful, I guess, but such beauty is not comparable to the conventional beauty we associate with the word BEAUTY itself.... I know many of us have different notions regarding such subjects... Many of us may say that the picture of the bee is grammatically incorrect as the Bee has been centrally placed...thus making the picture monotonous.... but I feel that in order to emphasis its crude beauty and to focus on its details.... a central location for Mr. Bee was essential :)


Shoreline at Sunset


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There is another type of photography which I sincerely like ---- the portrait photography.... in simpler terms ... clicking people....

As always humans are the most exquisite and amazing subjects.... one can get a varied range of expression from our kind... we laugh, play, react, shout.... get elated... depressed...thoughtful and ... not to mention ...drunk... :D

If one can really catch the mood of the subject it really becomes prized picture... Its often very difficult to catch the proper mood of a subject... as the mood does not only depend upon the face, but also is very much dependent on the gestures and postures of the rest of the body.

  I remember... once I was trying to click a photo of a girl who was laughing hysterically... of course without trying to get too much attention to myself.... unfortunately, all my endeavors successfully portrayed as if the girl was crying with pain... :(

In another instance, I was trying to catch an innocent smile across the lips of a luv'ly lady... but in each attempt it brought out a voluptuous smile... which I never intended... :(( I feel that if one can actually make out an innocent photograph out of a glamour backdrop.... and can interchangeably bring out glamour and passion out of an innocent ... he/she is a genius as the person has really understood the human emotion.... which is all we try to depict in our works of ART.

  Now, coming back to the discussion of portraits... there may be thousand and one sort of classifications according to the theory... but as always... I really do not go by theories... 

But I tend to classify the concept of Portrait Photography into more or less two broad heads ---- firstly, when the subject has the knowledge that he is being photographed and the subject either willfully poses or the subject acts as if he is unaware...
Secondly, where the subject is truly unaware that he is being snapped...  


Suparna...
She's an equally good photographer :P

 Its my personal opinion that in most of the cases, when the subject knows that he is being photographed, but acts like he doesn't know... the picture quality is bound to suffer... I mean... when a person does so, he/she does not really believes it... so the unadulterated emotion sought by the photographer gets betrayed and some adulteration in the emotion is noticed and in my opinion, such subtle unsure expressions damage the quality of the picture... 



Self portrait... soft focus
 Only a handful of few... who are trained for the camera...can really strike pose ... like the actors and the models... because they tend to 'believe' in posing... So I think if one has to photograph such subject who has the knowledge that he is being photographed, its much better to make him or her willfully pose for the camera than the other option available... Here are some of the pictures I took applying the above principles ...

Arka... on a record portrait....
I simply luv'd Shruti's expression !!!
.... And Life Goes on !!!

But... there is no point in denying that real satisfaction on the matter of 'people photography' can be really achieved by capturing the moods and emotions of the people... when they are unaware... that brings out the unalloyed and unadulterated emotions... which is absolutely pure and really becomes a photographer's prized catch... 



Lost in TIME !!!
Personally speaking the photos titled “…And the Life Goes on” and “Lost in Time” are two of my favorites… I know the first one has certain editing problems… before uploading the pic I did not realise that the colour of the first woman’s saree has smudged due to unorthodox application of exposure compensation while digital dark-rooming … but still all those things are correctable… but the “emotion capture” part of the pic I think has been truly heartening… that is one aspect which no amount of digital dark-rooming can improve…

 AND... as far as the second one is concerned I simply love it for the composition...and for every other thing :D... I would not go into the grammar of the pic lest I fear it shall be ruined in that technical post-mortem...


 The adjacent pic was once again one of those shots which are destined to be looked down upon... typical amateurish shot... mundane and monotonous... but its funny to note that the picture is grammatically correct... Rule of thirds have been adhered to... object is side-placed... even there is a glint of silhouette... But in spite of everything...  to me the pic looks dull... boring... and incomplete... Grammarians shall jump to the conclusion ''the pic is too empty'' but believe me ... even if I photoshop a whole ice cream parlor to serve as a background... the pic still remains incomplete.... 



But that does not mean that this pic does not tell any story... and despite its short comings....it does so well... it evidently muses about a middle aged man...toiling hard for his family... under a scorching sun... in a beach side... where the well to do ppl go for vacations, this person goes to earn his livelihood .... and the photographer capitalizes on his dismay ... in the name of capturing human life... 


This story... is perhaps the only reason I published this pic in my blog :)


She Stoops To Conquer !!!

Last but not the least... the adjacent pic has taken away my heart only because of the heavenly smile the teen ager girl  flashes... her smile is immeasurably precious... and so pure !!! 

There are ambiguities regarding the purest form of emotion... to me its unwaveringly ... JOY... the delight of the Heart...expressed by a spontaneous smile... purifying both the hearts that smiles and that watches... 

I tried to capture her innocent smile... wrought in Heavens... a lowly girl... from a lowly background... but when she smiles from her heart... she rules the Planet... and believe me... this holds true for any human being...



To sum up, I feel it is worth mentioning that personally speaking, I believe, like any other creative form of expression... photography is also an art and as such should not be bounded by too much grammar... but it does not mean that the grammar part should be excluded totally... what is necessary is to guide our creativity through the channels provided by grammar... neither should creativity ruin the fabric of grammar, nor should grammar throttle and suffocate creativity... in fact... a true photographer always tries to figure out the perfect blend of grammar and creativity.

I once again must declare... that I'm no expert in the field of photography... neither am I a professional photographer... it is just one of my very serious hobbies... I know... many of the experts may prefer to be at variance with me... and they may have their reasons... But whatever I wrote here is gathered from my own field experience, although very little, in comparison to the stalwarts and experts in this field...I only wanted to share my thoughts....and perhaps muse aloud... I shall be truly happy if my blabbering here.. helps anyone interested in photography..... 

Till then... 

Keep Flying !!!!  
  




Monday, September 6, 2010

Honumaan-er Maurtye Agomon !!!

Phele Asha Somoy...

Kimba Budhe Bhatchaj-er CA School-e Agomon... hnya... ebarer blog BANGLAY... jonotar chaap-e ba public demand rakhte ebong nijer TRP thik rakhte ... rong mekhe shong sheje... abar rongomonche oboteerno Srilo Srijukta Babu Boudhayan Bhattacharyya Mohashoy... (lok hnashano hoye jachhe bodhoy!!!)...

Chere Asar Agey...


Amar school life ta thik kotota adbhut ba obak kora ... eta thik likhe ba bole amar pokkhe bojhano ta besh kostokor... tobe aykta kotha akopote swikar kortei pari... ei school ebong ei bondhubandhob na thakle amar chelebela ta etota bornomoy hobar kono proshnoi chilo na...

Obismoroniyo...


Ekhono amar dibbi mone ache class III-r ekta bonomohotsober agey, class-e Tanusree Miss eshe jigyesh korlen, kara gaan gaite pare... bolai bahulyo je ami sotan haat tule diechilum... (aasole tokhono bujhe uthte parini je Gaan byaparta amar jonyo noy) ... shey jaihok... amader songe aaro ekjon, sobbai ke obak korei haat tulechilo (shey nijeo bodhoy kom obak hoyni byapartay)... shey ar keu noy aadi o okritrim SIDHE INDIR... erpore tokhon kar music room-e gie ILA Miss-er samne amader audition holo... je jar icchey moto gaan gailo, line char-ek kore... mone rakhar moton gaan tinjon geyechilo... tader ascending order of attraction onujayee sajie dilum... prothomoto aami geyechilum "EKBAR BIDAYE DE MA GHURE AASHI"... ekhono thik kore jaanina hothat eirokom utopotang gaan kyano gaite gelum... tarpore amake obak kore die Sayantan Sinha (mane BABA KHAN) gailo.... "KOTOKALO ROBE BOLO BHAROTO RE.... EI DAALO BHAATO JOLO POTHYO KORE... DESHE ONNO JOLE HOLO GHOR ONOTON... DHORO WHISKY SODA R MURGI MUTTON"... pore Baba Khan ke jigesh korechilum... "iye mane murgi mutton thik chilo... kintu whisky ... soda ityadi-r proyojon chilo ki?"... tate Baba Khan nak take singarar moton kore (courtsey Narayan Ganguly) bolle.... "ETA ROBINDRASANGEET!!!".... jaihok... thik jokhon bhabchi obak hobar pala sesh, tokhoni Sidhe Indir moshay taar gaan ti diye asor maat kore dilen... gota ganey, thik duto line... "HROSSHOI DEERGHOI / BOSHE KHAY KHEER KHOI"....keu jodi amay jigyesh kore Sidhe thik ki dhoroner sur byabohaar korechilo.... tahole haat tule bole debo...shey ayak sworgio sur, amar moton osur-er pokhhe bornona kora dushyadhho...:) Tobe sobche mojar ghotona ta hochhe ei je amra sediner audition-e kintu keu baad porini... ritimoto panjabi pajama lorie ... bonomohotsober bhore... gharer rnoya phulie BOJROMAANIK DIE GNATHA ASHAR TOMAR MALA... geyechilum... :)

Noroshrestho Paapigon...
 Amra school chere choley asar du-tin bochor poreo  ekbar amader Rhapsody te perform korbar invitation peyechilum... group ta ekhono mone ache...Rajarshi, Nabamita, Dona r Ami... haate matro duek diner somoy... taropor onekdin dhorei amra sokolei stage Act-er baire... edike 30 miniter slot... ekta kichu to korte hoy... onek bhebechintey thik kora holo je amra jeta sobtheke bhalo pari setai korbo... amra aykta onstage adda maarbo... jemon bhaba temni kaaj... onstage adda-r script likhe fellum... fnake fnake gaan gnuje deoa holo... aykhana kobitao likhe fellum school niye... byas r ki program jome kheer... tobe ekhane ekta chotto byapar na bolle onnay kora hobe... rather ekjoner kotha na bolle onnay kora hobe... shey hochhe NABAMITA... Priyo Bodhu sruti naatok ta Nabamita r ami kichuta perform korechilum oidin... or moto ayto oshadharon JOYEETA korte ami khub kom lokke dekhechi... Nima Rahman shunle bodhoy tinio lojja peten... Amar ARNAB BANERJEE-r jonnyo prosongshao kichuta khetre JOYEETA alias Nabamita-ri prapyo :) .... 

Tobe Nabamita prosonge aaro kichu bola proyojon... na na Nabamita noy... Rajarshi prosonge... reharsal gulo sebare Rajarshi-r baarite diechilum... byatachhele ke tokhoni paakdrao korechilum... "Ki re shala... Nabamita-r preme porechish mone hochhe?" Byata bemalum NA bole dilo!!!... Kintu palabe kothay sesh mesh bochor charek pore eshe boltei holo ... "Iye mane ami... mane Nabamita... mane amra... ".  RAJARSHI ke jigyesh korlum... koddin holo??? byata bole: ei to mash khanek... amar hishebe oboshhoi sei "maash khanek" ta at least utchollish mash...amar ei theory ta Rajarshi motei mene neyni...tai byaparta Pathak-er oporei chere dilum :) 

Ekhon...Eisomoy...!!!

Aaj ei obdi-i thaak... DURGASHREEHORI... !!!!




Dur-e chole gyache ... bohu dure...

Bujhte parini koto dur-e ....

Album-er majhe dingulo hariye gyache...

Sei borshar hnatu - jol rasta ta aj kothay ache....

Janina.... Ami Janina....!!!!!!


Thursday, September 2, 2010

Good Old School Days ...

This field exists no more !!!
Taking a walk down the memory lane ... is something what many of us do... sometimes purposefully, sometimes not. In most of the cases, we longingly look back at the past and wish if we could literally have "yesterday once more". 

Today, much unlike Calcutta, the weather in the evening was quite bearable, there was even a low and cool breeze out there. Like all other hopelessly romantic bongs, I was suffering from my quota of Nostalgia.The world suddenly seemed more beautiful, than actually it is... I started loathing my "single" status (which I ,generally, kinda enjoy)... even the dullest of the trees stranded in its solitary repose seemed to harbour birds and bees... ugliest of the hags appeared to have a charm of her own... so on and so forth.


And they sang...
In such a backdrop, I realized how much the life has changed... back at my school days, I used to have fair  amount of heart aches and heart breaks, which was obviously more than the permissible limit for a normal human being. But at the same time I used to have a good quantity of quality friends and ample time to heal my love troubles and  heart wounds. It is not so surprising that today, I do not have many friends in my vicinity, who can be readily found for soothing my wounds but, it is astonishing that nowadays I have altogether stopped having such heart aches and heart breaks !!!!

I remember a particular day at my school, probably, then I was a student of 10th standard... we had a daring person as a friend, lets name him as Mr. K... This Mr. K had an affair with a girl from standard 7.... on the morning of the Valentine's Day, the girl was upset, as K could not meet her since he was standing in front of the principal's room, being punished for some childish notoriety....
 the Blogger n Arghya Sarkar  ...

When K came to know about her girl being upset... amidst a full running school, right in the middle of the third period, he stormed into the class... rummaged his bag... brought out a present... once again stormed back to the front door of class 7 and like a typical Bollywood hero of 1980s ... burst into a mixture of odd noises (purportedly a song)... OH HO HO CHANDNI... AYA HAY TERA DIWANA....

 Summer of ' 99

Few Memories die hard...
Nanda Sir (Our the then vice Princi) came running out of the adjacent class room... tugging at K's ears with all his might.... as if his life was depending on those innocent pair of ears that the Almighty was pleased to give K, perhaps, as a parting gift ...trying to pull K back from the door of class 7... I was one of those lucky threes...who had eye witnessed the whole incident on the pretext of drinking water from a nearby aquaguard... some of my friends are still of the opinion that I along with the two other of my friends... were the main culprits who had conveyed K the information that how pitifully upset his girl was, and successfully instigated K to his next doom of seven days' suspension....


I can come out with the names of the other two.... if they agree not to kill me for this ;)


Washed by Time... yet Etched in Memory !!!

Signing out for now... till then .... KEEP FLYING !!! :)

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

To a Start !

Well, it seems that finally I am getting started. Had thought of "blogging" many a time before, but somehow or the other... it didn't materialize. Used to maintain yearly diaries/journals for more than 11yrs, but due to shortage of time (read, shortage of enthusiasm), the accounts written in the journal became leaner and leaner and ultimately faded... One can say, I am a regularly irregular writer, who writes nothing better than TRASH, but has the demonic gusto to make such trash public, inviting all the possible attentions(of course for all wrong reasons), even from the impossible quarters.

I most clearly remember that I was inspired by one of my friends, whose name I should not use without his permission, to start maintaining such journal. Actually, he used to maintain his own journal/diary and his accounts of events were startlingly clear, self scathing and, must say, completely uninhibited. Standing at the cross roads of my teens, I admit, such thing actually appealed to me so much and motivated me so seriously , that it mustered enough force to rise from my all impervading slumber and actually make me grab a pen and jot down my brainy version of scribbling down this trash. I was a kid of standard 9, when I had read my friend's diary and was simply awestruck by his writing flair and the bluntness of the truth contained in his writings. In this connection, it shall be better to accept that I may lack his flair for the art of writing, but I'm confident about the "bluntness", though. :)

It had always been a plan to come out to the whole world, with such accounts of life .... just to portray the various unadulterated flavours of human lives... in its true colours... with its small wonders and little happiness... which makes the life uniquely worth living... worth loving...

In this blog, I would like to narrate incidents from my own life, entangling the lives of others, but may have to change the name, particulars and space of the characters, just to respect their privacy.... I hope my readers (if any) shall construe my constraints. It is needless to mention that any feedback...comments...including criticism shall be wholeheartedly appreciated....

Signing out for now... till then .... KEEP FLYING !!! :)