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The army trucks were waiting at the railway station. The movement control officer's armband was glittering and sparkling from far off, and as the word "load" shot out of his mouth, I was loaded onto the truck along with my baggage. This consisted of white shorts, T-shirts, and PT shoes but not forgetting the carefully ironed necktie that was also mentioned in the bring-with-you list.My God! Was I ever so proud to find a Batman at my disposal for running errands and for polishing my shoes and maintaining my clothes! He, who suddenly snatched my hand baggage and kept calling me 'Sahib', I just could not decide whether I was his pride or he mine.I was escorted into the barracks where about twenty odd candidates were present--with our beds just about three feet apart from each other. A bedside table and a carefully kept table lamp also formed a part of the furniture provided. It is another matter that I spent three whole minutes trying to switch on the darned thing 'called a lamp' but alas found a fused bulb. Out of general curiosity, I happened to look around just to find about three table lamps functioning and two overhead bulbs, which together shed just enough light to find your zipper, or from banging into each other.In the evening we were all lead to the Dining Hall where we were served food by bearers on tables but of course covered with the same linen used at the previous meals. Slept the night, waking only with an occasional bite from the bed bugs or the lovely musical tone of the mosquitoes (as big as houseflies). Of course, with a general complaint lodged, we managed to get our mosquito nets repaired though we ourselves had to spend the better of four hours patching the holes.For the next three days, we were made to do all types of monkey tricks and Tarzan jumps, from one tree to another. Then there was the jigsaw puzzle of English words as also the picture slides where one had to use one's imagination to the utmost.Next the psychologists kept us busy exercising our minds over whether the egg came first or the chicken or, for example, what happened when Tarzan jumped from the hilltop. Someone in the crowd said, 'Oh Khud', I promptly intervened, 'No! Tarzan said, 'Oh Khud! Then Oh Thud!' The smile of the examinees widened still more. This continued for forty seven and a half minutes(a record set by me as told to me later) in any previous selection interview and I was thrown into the hands of the Army Doctors to check if I had two eyes, one nose, two ears, thirty two teeth and one brain and all intact.The doctors seven of them nodded their heads in approval and made me understand well, that even they too, were smiling. The only shortcoming noticed in me though, was that I was a little underweight. I pledged and took vows like a child in front of an angry mother to put on a few extra kilos and bade bye to them all, smiling. I was selected.

Using London as the backdrop, this book entails the journey of budding detectives who embark on a journey to unveil the heist of a precious stone by the most notorious criminals of London. Interestingly, all the characters are animals and birds, portrayed as if the story treats them as human beings.

The objective of the book is to document best practices in managing the major irrigation canal systems to maximise the benefits to farmers in terms of increase in utilization of irrigation potential created under the major irrigation projects. The main emphasis on how best we can manage local canal systems to increase farmers incomes in a sustainable way in a multi-stakeholder perspectives which include farmers, water users associations, irrigation department officials, agricultural officers and local non-governmental organisations involved in farmers welfare.

When Vikram moved into the big city, he expected to hate it and be miserable. He desperately wanted to go back to his home town. But what he didn't expect, was to make new friends, meet interesting people, get into trouble, fall headlong into an unexpected adventure and love every minute of it.

Nanoparticles have received much attention recently due to their use in cancer therapy. Studies have shown that different metal oxide nanoparticles induce cytototoxicity in cancer cells. Drug delivery systems are designed to achieve drug therapeutic index and enhance the efficacy of controlled drug release targeting with specificity and selectivity by successful delivery of therapeutic agents at the desired sites without affecting the non-diseased neighbouring cells or tissues. In this work, nano-titanium dioxide, as anatase phase, was obtained by the sol-gel method with a cleaner technology a bio-extract obtained from the plant Artemisia pallens containing poly alcohols- used as a solvent, the structural, optical, particle size and the morphological properties of TiO2 nanoparticles were analyzed using x-ray diffraction data, scanning electron microscope. The green TiO2 nanoparticles had a bandgap of 3.2 eV. The fourier transformer infra red spectroscopy (FT-IR) shows a single band attributed to TiO2 using the simple aqueous based organic solvent free approach is further used as nano carriers for drug delivery system. Also we have developed and demonstrated a bio-based titanium dioxide that can be loaded with anticancer drug and selectively deliver it to cancer cells with high specificity by achieving the effective cervical cancer cell death without inducing specific toxicity. The study showed that the DOX loaded TiO2 nanocrystals has promising applications in delivery of anticancer drugs.

The book contains thirty-four poems with various themes. It mainly focuses on various global issues like water scarcity, poverty, male chauvinism, environmental issues, and oppressed groups. It talks about Indian issues like casteism, exploitation, love, donation of organs, river-linking project issues, animal killing, female infanticide, etc.

Trisha knows she isn't a kid anymore. Maybe she isn't exactly an adult woman yet but she is really ready to move on. She often worries that she isn't getting breasts like most of her friends. She is worried lest she should be the first one in the whole class to get periods or maybe the last one or…what if she got her first period right in the middle of the class and bleed right through her pants and everyone saw it…what if her pad someday fell out of her bag? OMG! This was the day. 'Mom, what if I get it in the class?' she had expressed her deep most concern to her Mum one day. 'If you get cramps in the class, tell the teacher you have a headache and ask to go to the nurse's office.' 'And what am I to tell the nurse?' Trisha had asked foolishly. 'Tell the nurse the truth of-course, but you don't have to announce to the whole class that you have menstrual cramps.' … Periods. Acne. Body-odour. Unwanted hair. And…much more. Those are the biggies every girl in the class is wondering about.Learn more about this book at:www.firefliesmk.com