Sunday 6 July 2014

Hypothetical Online shopping

Anne Frank, born in Frankfurt, Germany in June1929, migrated to Amsterdam, Netherlands with her family, owing to the Jews’ persecution by the Nazis in Germany. There, she wrote her famous autobiographical diary, during World War 2, from June, 1942 to August 1945. Holland came under German occupation in May, 1940 and the puppet government, too, began harassing the Jews. The Franks went into hiding in July, 1942, after Anne’s sister Margot got a call up letter from the SS, to avoid arrest and execution. Anne Frank wrote a lion’s share of her diary in the hideout, until the family was arrested in August, 1945. She died of Typhus Fever in a concentration camp in Bergen- Belsen in Germany, barely three months before her sixteenth birthday and a month before the concentration camp was liberated by the allied forces
Besides living under a constant fear of being arrested and put to an ignominious death by the Nazis or by the bombs of the allied air attacks during their three year long hiding, the Franks had to endure innumerable, more mundane difficulties. Anne was a stoic. Behind her insolent and sullen exterior hid a precocious and profoundly creative personality, as evinced by her writings.
They could not move out; their only contact with the outside world was the three staffers of her father- Victor Kugler, Johannes Kleiman and a lady, Elizabeth Voskuijl. These three managed their ration, food and provisions, clothes, books and other necessities of daily living. However, all three were often sick and even when they managed to shop for the Franks, the size of the under garments, the quality of food and provisions and the kind of books were not to the satisfaction of the Franks. Anne, especially, was very fussy. Worse still, even these contacts ran the risk of being found out. Shopping outdoors by these contacts was becoming increasingly risky and impracticable.
Sample a list of articles that had to be shopped, and very often:
Clothes: Cotton undershirts and underpants, summer and winter robes, shoes, kitchen aprons, handkerchiefs, socks, stockings, scarves and caps etc.
Food: cans of fish, cans of milk, oil, butter, powdered milk, jars of strawberries, 25 kg. of rice, canned meat etc.
Magazines, novels and news papers
Coal, fire wood and candles

Wary of the risks and difficulties involved in shopping through intermediaries and unable to move out of the hideout for obvious reasons, Anne Frank decided to shop online. However, she preferred a site, which could provide a single platform to cater to all their different requirements; using too many sites would run the danger of being done in. it was easy enough; she found www.baggout.com - a one stop shopping solution to their motley needs. She ordered the list using the aegis of M/s. www.baggout.com. It was delivered at their door step, satisfaction guaranteed. Anne Frank heaved a sigh of relief; she could now leave the supplies to www.baggout.com and concentrate on writing her diary, which eventually won her laurels.
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Yaariyan.. Ve.. 
Yaariyan...
Yaariyan.. Ve.. 
Yaariyan.. Ve...
Yaariyan.....
Dil Mera Hai 
Naasamajh Kitna..
Besabar Yeh Bewakoof Badaa..
Chaahta Kitna Tujhe..
Khud Magar Nahi Jaan Sakaa..
Iss Dard E Dil Ki Sifaarish..
Ab Kar De Koi Yahaan..
Ke Mill Jaaye Isse Woh Baarish..
Jo Bhigaa De Poori Taraah..
Iss Dard E Dil Ki Sifaarish..
Ab Kar De Koi Yahaan..
Ke Mill Jaaye Isse Woh Baarish..
Jo Bhigaa De Poori Taraah..
Yaariyan.. Ve..
Yaariyan.. Ve..
Kya Huaa Asar.. 
Tere Saath Reh Kar Naa Jaane..
Ki Hosh Mujhe Naa Rahaa..
Lafz Mere The Zubaan Pe Aake Ruke..
Par Ho Na Sake Woh Bayaan..
Dhadkan Tera Hi Naam Jo Le..
Aankhein Bhi Paighaam Yeh De..
Teri Nazar Ka Hi Yeh Asar Hai..
Mujh Pe Jo Huaa..
Iss Dard E Dil Ki Sifaarish..
Ab Kar De Koi Yahaan..
Ke Mill Jaaye Isse Woh Baarish..
Jo Bhigaa De Poori Taraah...
Iss Dard E Dil Ki Sifaarish..
Ab Kar De Koi Yahaan..
Ke Mill Jaaye Isse Woh Baarish..
Jo Bhigaa De Poori Taraah...
Tu Jo Mila..
Toh Zindagi Hai Badli..
Main Poora Naya Ho Gaya...
Hai Be Asar Duniya Ki Baatein Badi..
Ab Teri Sunu Main Sadaa..
Milne Ko Tujhse Bahaane Karun..
Tu Muskuraaye Wajah Main Banun..
Roz Bitaana Saath Mein Tere 
Saara Din Mera...
Iss Dard E Dil Ki Sifaarish..
Ab Kar De Koi Yahaan..
Ke Mill Jaaye Isse Woh Baarish..
Jo Bhigaa De Poori Taraah...
Iss Dard E Dil Ki Sifaarish..
Ab Kar De Koi Yahaan..
Ke Mill Jaaye Isse Woh Baarish..
Jo Bhigaa De Poori Taraah...
Iss Dard E Dil Ki Sifaarish..
Ab Kar De Koi Yahaan..
Ke Mill Jaaye Isse Woh Baarish..
Jo Bhigaa De Poori Taraah...
Iss Dard E Dil Ki Sifaarish..
Ab Kar De Koi Yahaan..
Ke Mill Jaaye Isse Woh Baarish..
Over in Killarney, many years ago
My mother sang a song to me
in tones so sweet and low
Just a simple little ditty
in her good old Irish way
And I'd give the world if she could sing
that song to me this day
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby.
Oft in dreams I wander
to that cot again.
I feel her arms a-hugging me
As when she held me then.
And I hear her voice a-hummin'
to me as in the days of yore,
when she used to rock me fast asleep
outside the cabin door.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true
Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why, can't I?
If they knew all about you
They'd end up loving you too
All those same people who scold you
What they'd give just for
The chance to hold you.
Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine.
Little one when you play
Pay no heed what they say
Let your eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear, baby of mine.
Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird won't sing,
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass
And if that looking glass gets broke,
Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat
And if that billy goat won't pull,
Mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull
And if that cart and bull fall down,
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town

Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are!
Rock-a-bye baby, in the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all
Lullaby and good night, with roses bedight
With lilies o'er spread is baby's wee bed
Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed
Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed
Lullaby and good night, thy mother's delight
Bright angels beside my darling abide
They will guard thee at rest, thou shalt wake on my breast
They will guard thee at rest, thou shalt wake on my breast