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story of an extraordinary man in an extra ordinary circumstance. Young, cool, contemporary, dext, swift, foolish, SHIVAAY is a Himalayan mountaineer who is an innocent everyman and yet is capable of transforming into a mean destroyer when he needs to protect his family. Shivaay sports a snake tatoo, a trishul tatoo, dresses cool grunge, his demeanor is calm before the storm, with abundant held energy, can pre-empt nature, his observation skills are as developed as his brawn. His anger is channelized for a larger common good. Shivaay lives by the leitmotif that destiny is pre-written. He is satisfied in his isolated world and is not very ambitious. He believes that 'Joh ek baar Shivaay ban jaaye use aur kuch banne ki kya zaroorat hai'. An avid risk savvy mountaineer, a hiking trainer, he is leading a simple peaceful life in the lap of the Himalayas until one fine day he is pushed to leave his comfort zone to protect his family. Challenged at every step, he must now use all his faculties to defeat evil. When faced with a large mass of faceless villains spread all over the world, and pushed against nihilism, Shivaay becomes a destroyer.

New Book Alert: Gon Til November "A Journal of Rikers Island" By Lil Wayne

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Rapper Lil Wayne drops it like it's HOT! Get up close and personal details of his time spent on an Island that one might not want to vacation on.

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Short Story Sundays - "What happened to the Baby" By Cynthia Ozick

When I was a child, I was often taken to meetings of my uncle Simon’s society, the League for a Unified Humanity. These meetings, my mother admitted, were not suitable for a ten-year-old, but what was she to do with me? I could not be left alone at night, and my father, who was a detail man for a pharmaceutical company, was often away from home. 

He had recently been assigned to the Southwest: we would not see him for weeks at a time. To our ears, places like Arizona and New Mexico might as well have been far-off planets. Yet Uncle Simon, my mother told me proudly, had been to even stranger regions. Sometimes a neighbor would be called in to look after me while my mother went off alone to one of Uncle Simon’s meetings. Going was important, she explained, if only to supply another body. The hall was likely to be half empty. Like all geniuses, Uncle Simon was—“so far,” she emphasized—unappreciated.

Uncle Simon was not really my uncle. He was my mother’s first cousin, but out of respect, and because he belonged to an older generation, I was made to call him uncle. My mother revered him. “Uncle Simon,” she said, “is the smartest man you’ll ever know.” He was an inventor, though not of mundane things like machines, and he had founded the League for a Unified Humanity. What Uncle Simon had invented—and was apparently still inventing, since it was by nature an infinite task—was a wholly new language, one that could be spoken and understood by everyone alive. He had named it GNU, after the African antelope that sports two curved horns, each one turned toward the other, as if striving to close a circle. 

He had traveled all over the world, picking up roots and discarding the less-common vowels. He had gone to Turkey and China and many countries in South America, where he interviewed Indians and wrote down, in his cryptic homemade notation, the sounds they spoke. In Africa, in a tiny Xhosa village nestled in the wild, he was inspired by observing an actual yellow-horned gnu. And still, with all this elevated foreign experience, he lived, just as we did, in a six-story walkup in the East Bronx, in a neighborhood of small stores, many of them vacant. In the autumn the windows of one of these stores would all at once be shrouded in dense curtains. Gypsies had come to settle in for the winter. My mother said it was the times that had emptied the stores. My father said it was the Depression. I understood it was the Depression that made him work for a firm cruel enough to send him away from my mother and me.

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Short Story Saturday: By Ryu Murakami

Whenever I sit at a bar drinking like this, I always think what a sacred profession bartending is. The bartender, with the stained-glass shelves of many-colored bottles behind him, moves precisely about in a shining crystal vestibule, like a priest conducting a ritual. Pouring the holy liquid into a glass, he listens with a reverent, sympathetic smile as the customers recite their woes.

At the far end of the bar is a pair of unattractive Mesdames with coarse skin and too much makeup. They're disgustingly drunk-or maybe only pretending to be. Their dialogue alternates between whispers and squeals. Something? the bartender intones, beaming his smile in their direction.

Next to the Mesdames is an obviously newlywed couple. I suppose they've just held the wedding reception at this hotel, and now they'll spend a night here before leaving on their honeymoon. Neither of them is saying much. The groom takes tiny sips at a glass of house whiskey and water, and the bride is drinking in her surroundings as the ice in her mai tai melts, turning it a cloudy orange. Shall I bring you something to nibble on? the bartender inquires, sweeping his smile their way.

Next to the newlyweds is a lone American man in a dark suit drinking a Schlitz. Foreigners always order beer. The guidebooks tell them that the prices in Japanese hotels are outrageous, to stick to beer if they drink in the bar. Next to the American a young woman and a much older man are drinking champagne cocktails and virtually necking; next to them is a pair of the half-assed sort of rich men you find in any hotel bar; and next to them is me. There's an empty stool between me and them, however. She's late. I'm drinking by myself, not talking to anyone, and I can't really judge how drunk I am. I wonder how many I've had now. Shall I fix you another? the bartender asks with a smile, and I nod. Bourbon splashes into a glass. Busy? the bartender says as he pours. Well, at least the location work is over, I tell him. Now it's just a matter of editing the film.

I'm a director for a television production company, and our specialty is overseas documentaries. Until two years ago I was involved with musical variety shows.

The bartender never rests. He lines up the glasses, chills the champagne and white wine, chips rocks out of a block of ice, replaces ashtrays, serves up platters of sausages or raw oysters. No doubt all nine of the people sitting at this bar are looking for sin tonight. The circumstances are different for each, of course, but all have the same destination in mind. No one gets drunk in order to elevate their moral standards. The bartender, sure enough, is a priest of sorts.

Maybe I should tell a joke or two and laugh while I can. Tonight I have an unpleasant task ahead of me. Maybe I'll share a little joke with the kindly bartender. For the past six months or so I've been documenting slums. Calcutta, Manila, Rio de Janeiro, Montevideo, Bogota . . . When you're in the slums you begin to wonder if the whole world isn't a slum, to feel as if slums are the normal state of affairs. I heard a lot of good jokes in those places. A dead baby was floating in the sewer in Calcutta, and an Indian fellow I knew said something really funny. What was it again? Ah, well, it's about a dead baby. I'd have to tell it just right or it wouldn't be much of a joke.

"Sorry!"

Here she is. I haven't seen this woman, this mistress of mine, for a long time. She looks wonderful. She isn't my mistress anymore, though. Why is it that when you stop having sex with a woman, the moment you've distanced yourself, she starts to look even more beautiful than before?

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New Movie: Trolls

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Poppy (Anna Kendrick), the optimistic leader of the trolls, and Branch (Justin Timberlake), her polar opposite, embark on an adventure that takes them far beyond the only world they've ever known.

New Movie: Hacksaw Ridge

Release Date: November 4, 2016

The true story of Pfc. Desmond T. Doss (Andrew Garfield), who won the Congressional Medal of Honor despite refusing to bear arms during WWII on religious grounds. Doss was drafted and ostracized by fellow soldiers for his pacifist stance but went on to earn respect and adoration for his bravery, selflessness and compassion after he risked his life -- without firing a shot -- to save 75 men in the Battle of Okinawa.

New Movie: Inferno

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Famous symbologist Robert Langdon (Tom Hanks) follows a trail of clues tied to Dante, the great medieval poet. When Langdon wakes up in an Italian hospital with amnesia, he teams up with Sienna Brooks (Felicity Jones), a doctor he hopes will help him recover his memories. Together, they race across Europe and against the clock to stop a madman (Ben Foster) from unleashing a virus that could wipe out half of the world's population.