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The Revenge of Karl Marx Link: http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200904/hitchens-marx

Looking for a Different India Do you Really want a True Alternative to the traditional Politics ? to Corruption & Violence ? to Poverty & Unemployment ? to Illiteracy and Illnesses ? to Discrimination, Injustice and divisions ? to unfulfilled manifestos and broken promises ? to unequal growths ? to growing crimes ? If YES, Come ?The Time is Now ! We can do it and We Will Do It Together ! Welcome to the world of Changemakers. The world of Humanists volunteers. Let's work with similar minded people, selflessly, to build a Different India, a Humanist Nation, the India of our dreams. Visit www.humanistparty.org/index.php/change

Jeon Joge By Sukhwant Kaur Mann Translated by Paramjit Singh Ramana All the surroundings have gone desolate. I don’t know why peacocks don’t cry any more.... Day before yesterday, the feathers of the wild fowl lay scattered all over the road. It used to flutter around that big acacia tree and settled in the same tree every night.... How bright and sharp coloured its feathers were! .... In the morning the feathers lay scattered on the road. God knows which hunter found him or some dog or cat got hold of him.... It was the last wild fowl that had this acacia as his shelter. This village was destined to be demolished. But its residents were not willing to vacate it at all. The expanding city was almost touching it. Many notices had been issued ordering the villagers to clear out. But most of them had not been allotted any space to resettle. Some of them had been running dairies from their premises and some other had set up small businesses within the city. And a few aged people were too ...