#champak

[pandemic-info]

Not a paid ad (I wish, see cons). Just want to tell you about Champak N95s because I love them and hope they will continue to be available. (Other favs mentioned: 3M Aura 9210+ N95, Bluna Face Fit KF94, Breatheteq KN95 small)

PROS:

NIOSH N95 With good fit-test results. E.g.: https://youtu.be/iIOumUsvUfs?si=L46SfoZlgvNpewWd&t=289

Comfortable & breathable AF Even vs Breatheteq. The straps are a soft, microfiber-y material that doesn't hurt, doesn't dig into your ears over time, and doesn't get caught in hair. They're also adjustable with the plastic bit.

Easy, fast don/doff The sliding straps make it so easy and fast, similar to ear loops.

Fits small heads! Most masks are way too big or leak in various places. 3M Auras are the best fit for me (narrow & small face, tall nose bridge). The Medium Champak (PC520M) fits just as well as Aura and, due to its shape, the seal around the face even feels better. The thick nose pad is also great, no leakage. They also have a large size!

CONS:

Expensive (relatively) A friend recommended these and kindly shared one to try. I held off buying my own for a long time because they're kind of expensive: $45 after shipping for 15 masks = $3/mask. Compared to a 20-pack of 3M Aura 9210+ for $30. But after using my own for a few months, with all of the PROS above, it's the only mask I like to use anymore. (I still opt for 3M Aura 9210+ in unsafely-crowded situations just because I feel more comfortable with one that's tried, tested, and proven its efficacy for me multiple times.) We bought from PurCel Labs, good experiences: https://client.purcellabs.com/n95-masks/Champak-NIOSH-N95-Face-Masks-PC520M

White I get why 3M et. al. don't make N95s in black, but we can still wish. This is pretty much the only plus that black Bluna Face Fit or Breatheteq have over these (and their tri-fold shape is a little nicer). But N95s almost always win out over KF94 ear loops in fit-testing.

[comicsbyte]

Champak Story Box Part 3: A Treasure Trove of Children's Imagination and Humor

चंपक स्टोरी बॉक्स भाग 3: बच्चों की कल्पना और हास्य का खज़ाना (Champak Story Box Part 3: A Treasure Trove of Children's Imagination and Humor)

Champak

#ComicsByte #comics #magazine #baalpatrika #childrensbooks

[puutterings]

the huge ledgers in the Sanitary Office

  No one had seen him steal out of the home of Harish, he was sure. The gentle little clerk was trusted by the Raj, for no one who marked him puttering over the huge ledgers in the Sanitary Office could dream of the fiery visions of freedom which burned behind those placid eyes...

ex “Champak — A Story of India,” by Irwin Granich and Manabendra Nath Roy, in The Liberator 3:2 (February 1920) : 8-11 (8) : link (pdf)

note : Champak is an evergreen tree “known for fragrance of its flowers, and its timber used in woodworking” ( wikipedia ), and the name of the young prostitute in whose (chaste) company Nanda (“the gentle little clerk”) takes refuge from a spy, while transporting guns to a group of revolutionaries.

Irwin Granich (1894-1967) Jewish-American Communist writer, editor; also known as Mike Gold wikipedia : link author of a notable pan of Gertrude Stein...

Manabendra Nath Roy (1887-1954) Indian revolutionary, philosopher, Marxist and later “radical humanist,” “founder of the Mexican Communist Party and the Communist Party of India;” amazing peripatetic career (brings Tan Malaka to mind) wikipedia : link

and then there was his wife (until 1927), Evelyn Trent (1892-1970) — 382  

[sparklingstarr-tv]

Does anyone remember reading panchatantra in childhood?

Has anyone read panchatantra in childhood?

For me it is the first memory of reading books and stories. My mother used to recite me and my brother stories from it for dinner time. The book was so pretty, so intriguing. I can still remember how the book cover looked like.

Looking back, now I understand that Panchatantra and other books like it is what made me love reading books.

[disaster-j]

Tell me why they put books in the vending machine at work

[knitmylove]

oh i saw u already did flowers!! top 5 plants then 🌿

- orange jessamine

- indian head cactus

- mandevilla sanderi

- champak

- devil's backbone

[celesteablack]

Champak Lal is the most irritating mf out there

[omochi-freedom]

Wonderful Me!💙🌼🐶😊

A children's book for which I did the cover and inside cover illustrations has been published.

The book is an anthology of 24 stories published in Champak, a popular children's magazine in India.

I illustrated it with the hope that children will realize their inner selves, love all emotions, and enjoy life freely💫

[robin1729]

living in the moment ft. my dad

I have always had my head in the clouds, a little bit? I have spent my entire life lost in stories. It started with those magazines they have for kids. Champak, Magic Pot, Tinkle. Then it moved to novels for kids. Secret Seven, Famous Five, anything Enid Blyton really. Then Fantasy. Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, Artemis Fowl. Then as we grew older, the classics. Pride and Prejudice, Oliver Twist, Black Beauty. I was the kid who always had his nose in a book. In our substitute periods, my friends would be calling my name and I simply wouldn't hear them because that's how engrossed I was. I would be walking down the stairs with my head in a book and people would warn me that I am going to fall, and I would tell them (with a bit of pretentious snobbiness, I have to admit) that I had been doing this shit since I was 6.

Then came college, and like a lot of people I shifted to shows and movies. How I met your mother, Parks and Recreation, New girl. The same thing happened. My eyes were now always glued to my phone screen. I watched with so much concentration and watched the same things so many times I ended up memorising entire 9 season long shows. I started narrating movies dialogue-by-dialogue in front of my friends.

My dad didn't help either. He had to see every movie that came out. If too many movies came out in a month, he would bring pirated CDs for 50 rupees each and we would watch them on our tv. He would randomly come in his car in the evenings when me and my brother would be playing with our friends, roll down his windows, and say "Get in the car, we are going to the theater." Our friends would watch with childish jealousy as we just randomly up and went to see a movie. We wouldn't even check what was in the theaters that week. We would just get there and sit for whatever was starting in the next 15 minutes. I have seen so many sequels without watching the original?

Somewhere in all of this, I think I lost some sense of reality. I would be writing novels in my head. And no, not just outlines. I would be sitting on the dining table, writing them in my head sentence-by-sentence as I ate my food, mouthing dialogues that my characters would speak in the way they would speak them and not realise what I was doing until my brother pointed it out. That must have been creepy for him, to say the least. Suddenly I am 23 and life is more complicated than in any book, show, or movie I had ever read or seen. People on LinkedIn talking about the best investments and wanting to build careers and customer service strategies and I find it so hard to care sometimes??

Why can't I just be happy that my friend Hagrid has come back from Azkaban where he was wrongfully imprisoned for being the heir of Slytherin and that Gryffindor has won the house cup again? But noooo, I have to make excel sheets, and powerpoint presentations, and think of the best way to automate our processes. The real world is so, so boring.

My dad, somehow though, lives in both these worlds. He still watches every hindi movie and show that comes out. But never gets too attached. He really just watches them for simple entertainment and then doesn't get obsessed??? what a maniac?? He doesn't even remember plots of movies he saw two weeks back. And I remember movies I saw when I was 15 like I saw them yesterday. Whenever we talk, I want to talk about astronomy, and philosophy. About how tiny and insignificant we are in space and time, about thought experiments. And he never has anything to say about any of those things. He just nods and listens. "I don't really think about this stuff," he says. He has experienced way more stories than I have, and yet his head stays on the ground. If it's not something that affects him here and now, in the real world, he doesn't wanna hear about it. Who cares if wormholes can exist or not, when it's not affecting his life in any way?

And like, I get it. Life already throws so many things in your way; why add to it, right? He keeps his head clear, focuses only on the present, and on what is directly in front of him. A simple man. And on some level, I admire that. And I have been trying to be like that. But I don't want to lose my passion for stories, for things like the universe and different theories of ethics.

There's this very young businesswoman and internet personality I admire, and she is a great speaker. She always comes across as very confident and very sure of herself. And she was asked in an event how she deals with any failures or setbacks. And she said that she has learnt to regulate her emotions, so that she doesn't get too happy when something goes her way, and she doesn't get too sad when something doesn't.

Isn't that... kind of sad? It broke my heart, to be honest. I wanna be madly happy when something goes my way, dude. I wanna party and feel like I am on top of the world and that I am invincible. Moderating your emotions sounds like dulling the human experience.

Like always, I don't know what the answer is. But right now I am a little tired of feeling too much, of thinking too much. So I am going to try my dad's approach for a while, and let you know how it goes.

[jukti-torko-golpo]

Sindurarchita Vigraham

She rose, radiant like a thousand suns, above the dark clouds of worry and fear. Her vermillion hued skin glowed, send rays of hope piercing through the dark crevasses of the heart of the universe. Wind played with her tresses, spreading fragrance of sandal and champak flowers all around. Her gentle eyes smiled with the warmth of the winter sun. She embraced me. Wiped off my tears.

I complained, I cried to her, I was a little girl once more. I was angry too. Her eyes were wet when tears rolled down my eyes. She smiled and held me close.

This is the same mother who made the universe tremble under her feet, tearing through evil in unbridled rage. The same mother whose scimitar has laid to waste hoardes of evil in golden flashes of lightning. The ever radiant mother.

[urtmblrgf]

champak chacha from tmkoc is my spirit animal

[bollywoodirect]

32 Years of #Khiladi (05/06/1992)

Khiladi is an action suspense thriller film directed by Abbas Mustan. Written by Naeem-Ejaz and Aadesh K. Arjun (dialogues), with a story by S. Khan, the film marked #AkshayKumar's breakthrough role and also stars Ayesha Jhulka, Deepak Tijori, Sabeeha, Prem Chopra, Shakti Kapoor, Anant Mahadevan, and Johnny Lever.

Produced by Girish Jain and Champak Jain, Khiladi features cinematography by Thomas A. Xavier and editing by Hussain A. Burmawala. The music for the film was composed by Jatin–Lalit, with lyrics by Mahendra Dehlvi, Dev Kohli, and Anwar Sagar.

Khiladi was the first installment in the Khiladi film series, which featured "Khiladi" in the title and Akshay Kumar in the leading role. It was followed by Main Khiladi Tu Anari (1994), Sabse Bada Khiladi (1995), Khiladiyon Ka Khiladi (1996), Mr. and Mrs. Khiladi (1997), International Khiladi (1999), Khiladi 420 (2000), and Khiladi 786 (2012).

The film was remade in Kannada as Aata Hudugaata.

[eenameenadeekaa]

Life went downhill jab se champak comics mei games waale cd milna band ho gaye

[maintohthakgayibhaishaab]

Our society watchman is such a champak chaha 2.0 man

Voh kisi bhi gaadi idhar udhar park ki Hui nahi chalate

Saare strangers ki entry karvana compulsory inko

Jabki hamari sabse chhoti society hai sirf 2 blocks ki 😆

Plus Zomato boys ittne jaldi mein hote hai cuz of time permit. Aur yeh inse time likhvane mein waqt zaaya karte hai roz ka ghamasan hota hai 🤣