Those were the best days of our lives... For Aadi, Srini, Ambi, TD, Miru and Kajo, the twentieth anniversary reunion of their batch from IIM Calcutta provides the perfect opportunity to set aside their everyday anxieties and relive the heady days of their youth. But things begin to go awry when ex-lovers reunite, old grudges resurface and longheld secrets come tumbling out. As they navigate an eventful weekend in Goa packed with expected nostalgia and unexpected drama, what becomes increasingly clear is that while friends are fallible, friendships are forever... Sparkling with wit, warmth and the easy craft that has marked Swati Kaushal's bestselling novels, A Few Good Friends is a refreshing, nuanced take on friendship, love and this crazy thing called life.
This book deals with importance of opportunities for doubling farmers’ income, enhancing farmers’ income, employment generation, improving food and nutritional security, enrichment of soil, air and water quality, enhancing biodiversity, aesthetic and recreational value, carbon sequestration and climate change and mitigation through agroforestry. This book contains 20 chapters naming introduction, policy & scheme, IFS, sericulture, lac culture, apiculture and economically important tree species (Teak, Gamhar, Poplar, Malabar neem, Eucalyptus, Sandalwood and Bamboo), horticulture/fruit tree species (Mango, Aonla, Guava, Coconut, Cashew nut, and Medicinal and Aromatic plants) based agroforestry system which gives higher gross income, net return, B: C ratio than open farming system (sole crops).
This book covers the complete gamut of neuroradiology cases, including normal anatomy, pitfalls, and artifacts across the brain and spine in a single volume, enriched with high-resolution images that support the interpretation of CT and MRI images of the brain, spine, head, and neck. It includes case studies commonly encountered in clinical practice, in addition to normal anatomy, that prepare the reader for the challenges in the clinical setting. Each case study discusses the clinical history, relevant imaging findings, differential diagnosis, and management, serving as a helpful read for trainee radiologists, neurophysicians, neurosurgeons, and CT/MRI technicians, along with physicians interested in medical imaging. Key Features Provides a succinct overview of normal variants with case studies structured into thematic chapters Serves as a basic accompaniment for radiology residents, fellows, practicing radiologists, neurophysicians, neurosurgeons, emergency medicine practitioners, trainee and practicing radiographers, and those studying for Board exams Highlights the relevance of artificial intelligence in clinical practice
Sonography has emerged as a substantial diagnostic tool today. This handbook aims to cover ultrasound physics, abdominal and obstetric sonography, color Doppler, high resolution sonography and USG guided interventions with multiple choice questions and case reports for practical orientation.
A hundred-year-old stage steeped in tradition. Six contestants with a world to gain and everything to lose. Three judges who stand between them and their dreams. It is October in Shimla. The air is crisp, the mist is rising and the stakes are sky-high as the finalists of India's No. 1 reality cooking show, Hot Chef, are pitted against each other in a live shoot at the historic Gaiety Theatre. The spices are ground, the fires are lit, the knives have been sharpened... Then things start to go horribly wrong. As she picks her way through a maze of testimonies and motives, Shimla's Superintendent of Police, Niki Marwah, is more determined than ever to get to the bottom of a perplexing mystery ? one that is dangerously close to her heart.
A luxurious hilltop resort. A high-stakes corporate retreat for a team of cutthroat professionals. An unexpected death, a roomful of suspects, a handsome Army officer with a secret past It is peak tourist season in Shimla, and the last thing anyone needs is a dead body appearing mysteriously at the bottom of a hill. Enter Shimla?s ace cop, the hot and happening Superintendent of Police Niki Marwah, determined to leave no stone unturned in her quest to nail the culprit. As Niki and her team race against time to solve the mystery, they uncover a web of bitter rivalries, secret grudges and vicious lies. Everything points to murder and, with the list of suspects growing, Niki realizes it will take all of her ingenuity to stop a ruthless killer.
Find Out More About: A Girl Like Me Here Recently Transplanted From The Quiet, Green Suburbs Of Minnesota To The Bustling Concrete Jungle That Is Gurgaon, Sixteen-Year-Old Anisha Rai Is Determined Not To Take To The New Place She Must Call Home. While Her Irrepressible Mom, Isha, Thrives On The Crazy Juggling Between A Hotshot Job And Their New Home, Annie&Mdash;Desperately Clutching On To Memories Of Her Father Whom She Lost Three Years Ago&Mdash;Plods Through Each Day With As Little Enthusiasm As She Can. But It&Rsquo;S Not Going To Work, Is It? Not When She&Rsquo;S Discovered That Her Goofy Childhood Friend Keds Has Transformed Into Quite A Dude And Still Remembers Their First Kiss; That She&Rsquo;S Been Severely Infected By Her Quirky Classmates&Rsquo; Zest For Everything Fun Despite Utmost Resistance; That The H-O-T-T College-Going Theatre Enthusiast Kunal Wants To Teach Her A Lot More Than Drama . . . And When Her Deceptively Unassuming Neighbours Reveal Hidden Agendas, Annie&Rsquo;S Life Suddenly Becomes Hotter To Handle Than She Could Ever Have Imagined. Deftly Weaving Through Home And School And The Secret Places In Annie&Rsquo;S World, A Girl Like Me Is An Unforgettable Story, Crackling At Every Turn With The Heartbreak And Promise&Mdash;And The Breathless Exuberance&Mdash;Of Teenage Life. &Lsquo;Read The Opening Chapter Of A Girl Like Me Below&Rsquo; New Delhi. It Has Changed Since I Saw It Last, It Has Thickened, Blackened, Erupted Like A Pollinating Pod. The Straight, Sparse Lines That Used To Make Up The Contours In The Distance Are Gone. They Are Shattered Into Fragments, Twisted Into Flyovers, Contorted Into High-Rises, Billboards, Pounding Masses Of People. The Buildings Are Taller And Leaner, The Slums Have Gained Weight, The Colours Are Vivid Whirls And Splatters, Grimier And Shinier All At Once. It Comes At Me With A New Snarl And An Old Odour, This Old New City, It Pelts Me With Its Heat, It Lashes Across My Face; It Makes Me Dizzy. I Close My Eyes Against The Burning Yellows And Blinding Reds Outside My Taxi Window, Settle Back Against The Burning Vinyl Seat. My Mind Pulls Up The Soothing Greys And Whites Of The Winter Backyard. It Used To Be Bald, The Winter Backyard. A Birch, A Pine, A Few Skinny Ashes; A Single Dutch Elm That Spread Its Filigreed Wings Over The Peeling Deck, The Sunlight Shards Of Silver Pierced Through Its Bony Branches. When The Breeze Blew You Saw Stars Dance. And On The Ground, The Endless Snow. It Covered Everything; It Looked Soft And Fluffy As A Comforter Filled With Down, Like You Could Lie Right Down And Pull It Over Yourself And Disappear Underneath Its Soft White Folds And Dream Soft White Dreams. And All Around The Shrunken Skeletons Of Bushes That Promised To Keep A Quiet Vigil; The Icicles Hanging From Their Arms That Promised To Keep The Soft White Cold Pinned Down Around You. It Had Been Quiet, The Backyard In Winter. So Quiet That If You Looked Straight Up You Could Hear The Sounds Of The Universe. The Explosions On Jupiter And The Storms On Saturn And The Thin Slivers Of Mythical Ice That You Imagined Froze Ever Harder On Mars. You Could Hear The Crash Of Meteors And The Flares On The Sun And The Birthing Pains Of Planets In Galaxies Far, Far Away. Time Was A Tease On The Backyard In Winter. At Night, If You Were Alone, It Would Run Amok. You&Rsquo;D Be Staring Out At The Quiet Nothingness And Suddenly, Like A Drunken Diva, It Would Step Right Out Of Its Clothes And Go Skinny-Dipping In The Cold Night Air. It Would Fling Out Its Arms And Turn Cartwheels On The Snow, It Would Dance Backwards And Forwards And Round And Round And Take You Spinning Along With It. And Then, Just As Suddenly, It Would Spit You Out And Leave You Cold. Oh, The Backyard Had Been Cold. So Cold. A Sweet Chill Descended From The North Pole Every Winter And Froze In Ice Every Ache, Every Lingering Pain. Frosty-Faced, Fur-Hooded, Shovelling And Salting Your Driveway You Didn&Rsquo;T Notice For A While&Mdash;Not Till The Mountains Of Snow Ran Runny, Not Till The New Squirrels And Goslings And Chipmunks Took Over The Yard, The Loons The Lake&Mdash;That Some Essential Part Of You Was Missing. That Spring Paw Prints Could Spring Tears In Your Eyes. I Open My Eyes Against The Smart Of Fresh Ones. Before Me Is The Frayed Collar Of The Taxi Driver. It Is Crumpled, Sagging, Ringed With Sweat. Above It A Brown Neck Rises Dark And Lined, Like The Solid Trunk Of A Sturdy Tree. Like Dad&Rsquo;S Used To Be. He&Rsquo;D Been Tone Deaf And Loud-Voiced And Prone To Singing, My Dad. His Was The First Voice I Heard When I Woke Up Every Morning. Good Morning, Ani-Bunny . . . Annie, Dad! My Name&Rsquo;S Annie! Funny Ani, How You Kill Me, Aha, Sunny Ani! He&Rsquo;D Sing It To The Abba Song, Butchering Both Lyrics And Melody. I&Rsquo;D Launch My Pillow At Him. He&Rsquo;D Laugh. His Eyebrows&Mdash;So Thick I Could Have Braided Them&Mdash;Would Dance. His Cheeks, Freshly Shaved And Still Stubbly, Would Stretch Wide; His Enormous Elastic Nose Even Wider . . . Ani, Honey! He Used To Swing Me Around On His Wide Back Even When I Wasn&Rsquo;T So Small Any More. Rock-A-Bye-Ani . . .Daddy! Stop! On The Treetop . . . Daa-Ddy!!! We Stopped Missing Him Last Halloween, Ma And I. It Had Been A Whole Year. Ma Dressed Up As An Oompa Loompa In A Leafy Body Suit With A Sack Of Cacao Beans And Went To Her Office Party And Promised To Come Back Drunk. I Gelled My Hair Green And Attached A Ring To My Brow And Went Trick-Or-Treating With Jessica And Jaime. It Was A Hoot. Jessica Drove With The Top Down On The Mustang, Her Witch Hat Awry. Midway Through, It Started To Snow. It Fell In Our Hair And Our Faces And Our Eyes And We Stopped At The Edge Of The Lake To Catch Our Breath And Watched The Chill Rise In Smoky Wisps From Our Lips. We Made Breath Rings In The Frosty Night And Jaime Played With Her Orange Hair And Described The Many Ways In Which Brad Anderson Was A Jerk. There Were Millions. And Then Jessica Spotted A Deer. It Was At The Far Side Of The Lake, Slatted Between The Trees. Its Neck Froze The Instant It Saw Us. For A Moment Its Eyes Flashed Bright In Its Face, Like Embers In Gold. We Stared At It And Held Our Breath. And Then It Ran Away. Oh, It Was A Good, Hard Winter Last Year; The Kind Where The Mercury Drops To Twenty-Two Below And The Hairs In Your Nostrils Stick Together And Everyone Walks Around With A Furry Nordic Halo And It&Rsquo;S Okay If You Never Smile. There Had Been Such Comfort In That Bitter Cold. Everything Had Been, For A Short While, Bearable. And Then In April The Snow Melted And The Layers Came Off. I Missed Him. I Missed His Hands. There Was A Pair Of Hands At The Grocery Store&Mdash;Dark, Broad, Square, With Dried Raisins For Knuckles&Mdash;The New Pakistani Gentleman At The Counter Ringing Up Our Purchases. There Were Dark Whiskers Of Hair On The Backs Of His Fingers, Wiry And Tough And Bristling; Those Hands Came Home With Me Stuck Like Splinters In My Skin. I Looked In The Mirror And Saw Thick Brows, Dad&Rsquo;S Brows, Wide, Knotted, Ropy. I Went At Them With Ma&Rsquo;S Tweezers Till They Were Shreds Of Shoelace Ringed In Smarting Flesh, Above Stinging Eyes. They&Rsquo;D Been So Dark, His Eyes. Black And Shiny, Patent Leather. They Looked At You With A Fierce Love, You Saw Yourself Shine In Them. Even Through The Glasses; When He Had His Glasses. I&Rsquo;D Found Them In The Freezer Once, Stuck To The Frozen Enchiladas. He Loved Those Soggy Enchiladas. He&Rsquo;D Left Them Too Long In The Microwave One Summer And A Wormlike Squiggle Of Sauce Had Squirted On To His Forearm Right Above The Thin Strip Of Pale Skin That Lived Under Hi
Those were the best days of our lives... For Aadi, Srini, Ambi, TD, Miru and Kajo, the twentieth anniversary reunion of their batch from IIM Calcutta provides the perfect opportunity to set aside their everyday anxieties and relive the heady days of their youth. But things begin to go awry when ex-lovers reunite, old grudges resurface and longheld secrets come tumbling out. As they navigate an eventful weekend in Goa packed with expected nostalgia and unexpected drama, what becomes increasingly clear is that while friends are fallible, friendships are forever... Sparkling with wit, warmth and the easy craft that has marked Swati Kaushal's bestselling novels, A Few Good Friends is a refreshing, nuanced take on friendship, love and this crazy thing called life.
A succinct account of various routinely experienced pathologies and suitable images has been presented as approximately162 case studies. The cases are structured into thematic chapters with an integrated approach to basic learning. Each case study follows a similar format with a brief clinical presentation, relevant imaging findings, discussion with differential diagnosis, management, and suggested readings. This book focuses on the pointwise description of cases routinely encountered in abdominopelvic imaging that help students, trainees and radiologists to write certificate examinations. Key Features: Presents chapters in the form of case studies, along with a brief illustrative description of normal anatomy and abnormal findings. Uses image-based quizzes for easy comprehension for trainees, residents, and practicing radiologists. Incorporates pivotal cases from the hepatobiliary, pancreatic, genitourinary, and gastrointestinal systems in a single book.
Find Out More About: A Girl Like Me Here Recently Transplanted From The Quiet, Green Suburbs Of Minnesota To The Bustling Concrete Jungle That Is Gurgaon, Sixteen-Year-Old Anisha Rai Is Determined Not To Take To The New Place She Must Call Home. While Her Irrepressible Mom, Isha, Thrives On The Crazy Juggling Between A Hotshot Job And Their New Home, Annie&Mdash;Desperately Clutching On To Memories Of Her Father Whom She Lost Three Years Ago&Mdash;Plods Through Each Day With As Little Enthusiasm As She Can. But It&Rsquo;S Not Going To Work, Is It? Not When She&Rsquo;S Discovered That Her Goofy Childhood Friend Keds Has Transformed Into Quite A Dude And Still Remembers Their First Kiss; That She&Rsquo;S Been Severely Infected By Her Quirky Classmates&Rsquo; Zest For Everything Fun Despite Utmost Resistance; That The H-O-T-T College-Going Theatre Enthusiast Kunal Wants To Teach Her A Lot More Than Drama . . . And When Her Deceptively Unassuming Neighbours Reveal Hidden Agendas, Annie&Rsquo;S Life Suddenly Becomes Hotter To Handle Than She Could Ever Have Imagined. Deftly Weaving Through Home And School And The Secret Places In Annie&Rsquo;S World, A Girl Like Me Is An Unforgettable Story, Crackling At Every Turn With The Heartbreak And Promise&Mdash;And The Breathless Exuberance&Mdash;Of Teenage Life. &Lsquo;Read The Opening Chapter Of A Girl Like Me Below&Rsquo; New Delhi. It Has Changed Since I Saw It Last, It Has Thickened, Blackened, Erupted Like A Pollinating Pod. The Straight, Sparse Lines That Used To Make Up The Contours In The Distance Are Gone. They Are Shattered Into Fragments, Twisted Into Flyovers, Contorted Into High-Rises, Billboards, Pounding Masses Of People. The Buildings Are Taller And Leaner, The Slums Have Gained Weight, The Colours Are Vivid Whirls And Splatters, Grimier And Shinier All At Once. It Comes At Me With A New Snarl And An Old Odour, This Old New City, It Pelts Me With Its Heat, It Lashes Across My Face; It Makes Me Dizzy. I Close My Eyes Against The Burning Yellows And Blinding Reds Outside My Taxi Window, Settle Back Against The Burning Vinyl Seat. My Mind Pulls Up The Soothing Greys And Whites Of The Winter Backyard. It Used To Be Bald, The Winter Backyard. A Birch, A Pine, A Few Skinny Ashes; A Single Dutch Elm That Spread Its Filigreed Wings Over The Peeling Deck, The Sunlight Shards Of Silver Pierced Through Its Bony Branches. When The Breeze Blew You Saw Stars Dance. And On The Ground, The Endless Snow. It Covered Everything; It Looked Soft And Fluffy As A Comforter Filled With Down, Like You Could Lie Right Down And Pull It Over Yourself And Disappear Underneath Its Soft White Folds And Dream Soft White Dreams. And All Around The Shrunken Skeletons Of Bushes That Promised To Keep A Quiet Vigil; The Icicles Hanging From Their Arms That Promised To Keep The Soft White Cold Pinned Down Around You. It Had Been Quiet, The Backyard In Winter. So Quiet That If You Looked Straight Up You Could Hear The Sounds Of The Universe. The Explosions On Jupiter And The Storms On Saturn And The Thin Slivers Of Mythical Ice That You Imagined Froze Ever Harder On Mars. You Could Hear The Crash Of Meteors And The Flares On The Sun And The Birthing Pains Of Planets In Galaxies Far, Far Away. Time Was A Tease On The Backyard In Winter. At Night, If You Were Alone, It Would Run Amok. You&Rsquo;D Be Staring Out At The Quiet Nothingness And Suddenly, Like A Drunken Diva, It Would Step Right Out Of Its Clothes And Go Skinny-Dipping In The Cold Night Air. It Would Fling Out Its Arms And Turn Cartwheels On The Snow, It Would Dance Backwards And Forwards And Round And Round And Take You Spinning Along With It. And Then, Just As Suddenly, It Would Spit You Out And Leave You Cold. Oh, The Backyard Had Been Cold. So Cold. A Sweet Chill Descended From The North Pole Every Winter And Froze In Ice Every Ache, Every Lingering Pain. Frosty-Faced, Fur-Hooded, Shovelling And Salting Your Driveway You Didn&Rsquo;T Notice For A While&Mdash;Not Till The Mountains Of Snow Ran Runny, Not Till The New Squirrels And Goslings And Chipmunks Took Over The Yard, The Loons The Lake&Mdash;That Some Essential Part Of You Was Missing. That Spring Paw Prints Could Spring Tears In Your Eyes. I Open My Eyes Against The Smart Of Fresh Ones. Before Me Is The Frayed Collar Of The Taxi Driver. It Is Crumpled, Sagging, Ringed With Sweat. Above It A Brown Neck Rises Dark And Lined, Like The Solid Trunk Of A Sturdy Tree. Like Dad&Rsquo;S Used To Be. He&Rsquo;D Been Tone Deaf And Loud-Voiced And Prone To Singing, My Dad. His Was The First Voice I Heard When I Woke Up Every Morning. Good Morning, Ani-Bunny . . . Annie, Dad! My Name&Rsquo;S Annie! Funny Ani, How You Kill Me, Aha, Sunny Ani! He&Rsquo;D Sing It To The Abba Song, Butchering Both Lyrics And Melody. I&Rsquo;D Launch My Pillow At Him. He&Rsquo;D Laugh. His Eyebrows&Mdash;So Thick I Could Have Braided Them&Mdash;Would Dance. His Cheeks, Freshly Shaved And Still Stubbly, Would Stretch Wide; His Enormous Elastic Nose Even Wider . . . Ani, Honey! He Used To Swing Me Around On His Wide Back Even When I Wasn&Rsquo;T So Small Any More. Rock-A-Bye-Ani . . .Daddy! Stop! On The Treetop . . . Daa-Ddy!!! We Stopped Missing Him Last Halloween, Ma And I. It Had Been A Whole Year. Ma Dressed Up As An Oompa Loompa In A Leafy Body Suit With A Sack Of Cacao Beans And Went To Her Office Party And Promised To Come Back Drunk. I Gelled My Hair Green And Attached A Ring To My Brow And Went Trick-Or-Treating With Jessica And Jaime. It Was A Hoot. Jessica Drove With The Top Down On The Mustang, Her Witch Hat Awry. Midway Through, It Started To Snow. It Fell In Our Hair And Our Faces And Our Eyes And We Stopped At The Edge Of The Lake To Catch Our Breath And Watched The Chill Rise In Smoky Wisps From Our Lips. We Made Breath Rings In The Frosty Night And Jaime Played With Her Orange Hair And Described The Many Ways In Which Brad Anderson Was A Jerk. There Were Millions. And Then Jessica Spotted A Deer. It Was At The Far Side Of The Lake, Slatted Between The Trees. Its Neck Froze The Instant It Saw Us. For A Moment Its Eyes Flashed Bright In Its Face, Like Embers In Gold. We Stared At It And Held Our Breath. And Then It Ran Away. Oh, It Was A Good, Hard Winter Last Year; The Kind Where The Mercury Drops To Twenty-Two Below And The Hairs In Your Nostrils Stick Together And Everyone Walks Around With A Furry Nordic Halo And It&Rsquo;S Okay If You Never Smile. There Had Been Such Comfort In That Bitter Cold. Everything Had Been, For A Short While, Bearable. And Then In April The Snow Melted And The Layers Came Off. I Missed Him. I Missed His Hands. There Was A Pair Of Hands At The Grocery Store&Mdash;Dark, Broad, Square, With Dried Raisins For Knuckles&Mdash;The New Pakistani Gentleman At The Counter Ringing Up Our Purchases. There Were Dark Whiskers Of Hair On The Backs Of His Fingers, Wiry And Tough And Bristling; Those Hands Came Home With Me Stuck Like Splinters In My Skin. I Looked In The Mirror And Saw Thick Brows, Dad&Rsquo;S Brows, Wide, Knotted, Ropy. I Went At Them With Ma&Rsquo;S Tweezers Till They Were Shreds Of Shoelace Ringed In Smarting Flesh, Above Stinging Eyes. They&Rsquo;D Been So Dark, His Eyes. Black And Shiny, Patent Leather. They Looked At You With A Fierce Love, You Saw Yourself Shine In Them. Even Through The Glasses; When He Had His Glasses. I&Rsquo;D Found Them In The Freezer Once, Stuck To The Frozen Enchiladas. He Loved Those Soggy Enchiladas. He&Rsquo;D Left Them Too Long In The Microwave One Summer And A Wormlike Squiggle Of Sauce Had Squirted On To His Forearm Right Above The Thin Strip Of Pale Skin That Lived Under Hi
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