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How to get Microsoft Office 2016 full version for Free

Microsoft workplace can be costly: The standalone versions of the software, which are becoming more and more uncommon as Microsoft grows workplace 365, begin around $150 and grow from there. 

It’s plenty to spend, however there may be some precise information. In case you’re no longer a corporate user and don’t want all of the state-of-the-art, you can store lots of cash cash on Microsoft Office.

How to get Microsoft Office 2016 full version for Free 


1. Download Microsoft Office from this link (Click here)

2. Extract the file.

3. Click on 'oinstall.exe' and install Office.

4. Now you'll see 3 versions of Microsoft Office - Office Mondo, ProPlus and Standard. Select the one which you want. Here I selected Office Standard. Also you can choose between Office 2013 and 2016. 

5.  Select 'Current channel' now and start installing.

6. Installation is finished!

7. Now when you open any of the Office products (say MS-Word), you can see that Activation is not complete (as shown below)

Click 'OFFICE RETAIL =>VL . After you see 'Key installed successfully', click 'Activate Office'.

8. Voila! Your activation is successful.

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The Red Traffic Light by Manasi Ramani

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This is a wonderful poem I came across while reading the posts of Manasi Ramani on KMitra, an e-magazine founded and run by the alumni and present students of Keshav Memorial Institute of Technology (KMIT), Hyderabad. In simple prosaic style, this poem portrays subtly the woeful condition of street children in India. Kudos to a heart-touching work of art. This will certainly tug at your heartstrings.

With five minutes till the main gates close
The red signal stupefied my vehicle. I froze
On the spot. That’s it. I’m late. Oh, the woes
Of being tardy. Ah, these phases of morose.
I look around and notice nice, long rows
Of hanging Indian flags and Nehru’s photos.
It was Children’s Day, November 14th.
The day for people just like me.
A day for all who feel childish glee
At the sight of sweet sugared candy.
I was certain that tonight on TV,
I’d find the likes of Arnab Goswami (He's a TV news presenter) 
Riddling about what they think the country is to be
So that our freedom fighters can rest in peace.
As I was looking about and looking around
A little girl walked up to those around.
Her height was short and her face was round
But her winsome charm seemed profound.
For a girl with such inner beauty, her deed left me dumbfounded.
With a smile on her face, ear-to-ear
She approached each driver, there and here.
She wiped the dust off their vehicles with a mere
Little kerchief she had; she dusted both front and rear.
She was stopped by most as she did so;
The drivers told her to stop and just go.
She held up to them a meagrely filled bowl
Of coins. They gestured and nodded- they said no.
Not even for one person did she expose
The tiniest tad of pitiable sorrow.
She just went on to the next in the row
Of vehicles, to be treated to the same negligent show.
Then she came to me; it was my turn
To choose to be open and kind of taciturn.
She began dusting but I stopped her with a churn
Of feelings. I couldn’t see someone like her yearn
For a life that she fully deserves.
I had to do something to preserve
That lovely smile she boasts in the sun.
I wanted to be at least one
Of many who would soon help her overcome
The struggles she’s facing. I wanted them done.
She held up to me the same meagre bowl
And smiled to me- “Didi, kuch toh bhi dedo.” (Sister, please do give me anything!)
I felt a crush within and tears almost flowed
From my eyes but her eyes still glowed
With beaming hope that I would differ from those
Who dismissed her with an insolent ‘no’.
I gathered myself and flashed a smile back.
I asked her to wait and she took a step back
As I reached into my bag and pulled out a stack
Of a couple extra sandwiches my mom had packed.
She laid her amber eyes on the sweet sight
Of those sandwiches packed one on another, nice and tight.
Seeing her joy, I held back tears with all my might
And handed the sandwiches to the girl with a smile so bright
That the sun, for a moment, lacked the light
To outshine the girl’s pure and innocent delight.

A Tomorrow without Me

This poem is written in the POV of an orphan child who's a victim of bullying.


A tomorrow without me,
The world would never stop its spree,
From everyone, I want to flee,
To a distant island and be free.

Cutting my chains,
I'll become a butterfly,
I'll spread my wings and fly,
Away from this land, which is awry.

I need a magic door,
A doorway that can take me away,
I want to be all alone,
Where I need not groan.

To that island, where there are no people,
Where your appearance is not your feeble,
Where there is no darkness,
Where there is no sadness,
Where there is no hatred,
Where the world is not parted.

I wonder if anyone notices my absence,
It should not make any difference,
Sun shines in the valley like everyday,
Wind plays with the dried leaves tomorrow and today,
Schoolmates go to school without any bother,
My so-called friends will live like nothing has changed altogether.

Or, would it be simple if I never existed?
If I never persisted?

A tomorrow without me,
The world would never stop its spree,
From everyone, I want to flee,
To a distant island and be free.


Share your thoughts about the poem. And also, share your views about how we can stop bullying.

A Sonnet for Suicide Committers

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Hasn't your brain played on you
Several times, some silly prank?
Such as in an important exam
Making you go completely blank...

And you losing your cherished dream
Of achieving the first rank...
Then into the depths of the ocean
Of depression you sank...

With,to get saved by holding on to
Not even a wooden plank!
You watch, as what had to be yours
Is taken by others with a fierce yank...

No,you aren't yet down and out...
Because your mind is a memory tank!
On which,at any time of utmost need
You can most reliably bank!

You are your own inspiration!
In your determination, never be lank!
Remember, nobody died of hard work!
Victory will surely be on your flank!

Let the machinery of your mental prowess
Roll on ceaseless, shaft and crank!
Let it never shut down
With a loud, unconvincing clank!

Accumulate new ideas, for without them
Your precious mind may go dark and dank!
Stop not till the goal is reached, for when it is,
You'll have only yourself to thank!!!

The Reflection of a Lost Soul

Her eyes so deep,
Deep enough to lose yourself if you peep;
Millions of stories they behold,
Which always remain untold.

Dressed in red,
To impress in bed;
Unsterlized needles made her dread,
Underneath her body, she's dead.

Shredded in clothes,
Mending her sore wounds;
Covered in make up,
To mask her scars.

There she lied,
In the heartless man's lap;
Her identity hidden,
Between her legs.

She looked into the mirror,
Seeing the reflection of her lost soul,
A voice echoed softly,
"Why can't someone love me?"

Because she's a prostitute?

Microtales which Touch Your Heart

Micro-tales tell an entire story in just a few words and sometimes, leaves the interpretation to the reader. Microfiction is one of the best ways to express the thought waves of the author in simple, yet a very powerful way.

Here goes my humble attempt to pen a few. Hope you'll like them. Also, read 7- Microtales you can't Miss

A Tribute to Teachers

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A Tribute To Teachers...

You're the ones
Who script our fate
Your lessons make 
Our minds create.

No matter the doubts
Small or great
You try your best, always
Us, to your level, elevate.

With equations and graphs,circuits and waves
Our eager brains you intoxicate
The ideas that spring out therefrom
On no scale can we rate.

O, the quality of thoughts
That in our minds you stimulate!
They always help us
To keep up to date.

No matter the marks we get
You, we would never hate
You're loftier in fame than all others
Because our hunger for knowledge you satiate.