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Shakespeare's 'Macbeth' Act 1, Scene 1 In the opening scene (Act 1, Scene 1) of William Shakespeare's five-act tragedy, Macbeth , we come across the three weird sisters or the three witches in a desert place. It was a heath. When they met one another, it was thundering and lightning. They decided to meet again in the same weather: "In thunder, lightning, or in rain". After the completion of the First Witch's dialogue, the Second Witch suggested that they should meet after the 'hurlyburly'. She also equivocated that they would meet when "the battle's lost and won". Then the Third Weird Sister expressed her view that they would meet one another before sunset. They finally resolved that they would meet one another on "the heath". They decided to meet Macbeth as well. Thereafter, after hearing their pets' cries, they were about to depart. Right then, they uttered the topsy turvy song: " Fair is foul, and foul is fair: H

"Now, of my threescore years and ten, / Twenty will not come again", writes Alfred Edward Housman in his poem “Loveliest of Trees”, which, like all other creative pieces in the world, does impart a precious lesson upon all human beings that each man does need to and have to make something new, as and when, he stays alive, since, mankind is encompassed with temporal limits since birth. Like all others, I, too, foster an utmost desire to fructify my dreams in reality. Having lost twenty-seven priceless years in my life, I look forward to wasting no more time, in order to hold my head high and to make a place for myself in the world. Of course, every person is gifted with a talent, but his genius lies in its utilization. That is to say, I yearn to endeavor heart and soul and make the most of it, in order to contribute something to my Mother Earth. It is genuine and true that I dream to be a good writer, but simultaneously, I ought to acknowledge that one's vocation can

Do you trust that media has lost its credibility? Don't you opine that everything is as usual? A few weeks ago, Manisha overheard a conversation in the local train, while she was returning home from her college. Three or four ladies were busy in discussing about the credibility that media holds at present. They believed, “ It is the media that tries to cater spicy news to the people for its own profit. ” One of them said, “ I can make a mention of the accident, in which, the youth was pushed out off the train. Don't you think that the news channels overtly emphasized the issue? ” Sometime later, another lady commented, “ ...but I'm of the opinion that print media is indispensable even now-a-days. Yes, it is true that there's something corrupt in everything, still we can't live without it, because living without media is like a life with no light. ” It became intolerable for Manisha to listen to the ongoing discourse any more. She, abruptly, protested, “ No

I dream to know and to explore the world from a large perspective. Apart from that, I yearn to speak the inevitable truth candidly enough, in order to convey it to the people. Simultaneously, I aspire to know the mass with much proximity and circulate their views also while expressing my own. Of course, I do intend to write creatively and freely enough so that I can hold my head high as an honest and as an established journalist. I trust wholeheartedly that it is the significant role of a journalist to interact with all human beings, irrespective of their social status and so on. He ought to be an egalitarian indeed by his nature, in order never to discriminate between two persons, since he is the mirror of the society. I personally want to undertake this vocation by learning heart and soul how to perform my role as a responsible citizen. Instead of taking it as a dry duty, I want to connect myself to the democracy with my pen with utmost and unadulterated love for mankind. Just li

In the Bengali film 'Mahanagar' (meaning 'mega-city') completed in 1963, Satyajit Ray moves away from the stereotypical entertainment world to that of utmost and complete realism. Unlike other movies, the dual selves of each character with both bright and dark sides have been portrayed here. In this perspective, we behold the gradual, evolutionary transition of the female protagonist, Arati, who, from an ordinary lower middle class Bengali woman becomes a full-fledged, a self-dependent lady with confidence and moral principles. Moreover, the city of Kolkata fosters a cosmopolitan character of its own, with the contrast between its Bengali society and the Anglo-Indian one. The trams and the crowd are two remarkable features present here. Later, the couple gets merged there. Among the other characters, Bhombal, Benu, the parents-in law, Edith and the old students are note-worthy. Each possesses a split personality, a combination of both sides of human character. Wit

  There are numerous festivals observed in India, a land of harmony. The choicest one is that of flying kites, especially to the young generation. A kite signifies manifold notions, like liberty, playfulness, mirth and so on. However, the underlying truth that it epitomises every optimistic idea within a boundary is inevitable. That is to say, a flying kite is always under the control of a person. The kite festival is fundamentally celebrated on the joyful day of Biswakarma Puja, as and when, the blue sky puts on colourful attires, regaling all and sundry. Creating great excitement especially among the children, the day becomes a marvel and novelty to them. Although, it comes once every year, the utmost longing and yearlong wait of all human beings is discernible all the time. Apart from that, it reminds us that the worship of goddess Durga is not far behind. The smiling faces of the kids, the wonder how to fly their kites in the farthest sky, the daylong experience prevail over

Have you ever felt the sensation of awe indeed? The South Park Street Cemetery in Kolkata is the perfect and ideal place to arouse such emotions. Established in 1767, it is an admixture of the Gothic and the Indo-Saracenic style. The moment you step in here, a peculiar feeling that is a blend of utmost respect for the departed persons and a kind of slight fear that their souls are still there will gradually creep into your mind. Before entering the burial ground, the security told us to submit the bags for the time being for the sake of checking with an inaudible voice. Thereafter, when nobody heard him, he started shouting at us. Interestingly, when he came to know that the visitors were from the press, his shouting voice turned into the sweetest melody like requests. What a rapid change! Then a perfect guide was found. Kalachand Gomasta, a resident of Khardah, has been working in the graveyard for so many years. Escorting all of us was truly a source of sheer delight for him. H