There are many people on the Hive blockchain who take this platform as a source of secondary income. Some even call it โworkโ. We at BDC typically discourage this statement, but not because we believe hive doesnโt have potential to generate secondary income (it does), but because, this community is critical about the โwayโ people generate the income. Let me explain:
Generally speaking, Hive is a social network. People generate content for community consumption here. But unlike other social network platforms, people can get paid for it from a community reward pool
Social Network has two words; Social = โrelating to society or its organizationโ; and Network = โa group or system of interconnected people or thingsโ. I felt a dictionary definition is useful to re-iterate, because we tend to lose focus sometimes
If an individual is part of a society and is well connected to right individuals or groups; their content can generate substantial income; if the content is good for community consumption. It is as simple as that
In addition to โcontentโ, this blockchain have other elements that can generate income; like blockchain gaming, lending, developing and other second layer solutions
I have seen many individuals or groups have completely ignored the above and started drifting into a questionable path of generating spam, or sub-standard content for vote, which we call farming the token. This activity is highly discouraged. And for this reason, we always insist that Hive is a blogging platform, and not a place to โworkโ.
However, I have also seen many individuals, who are honest, sociable, and knows how to do proper networking, can generate $125/week or $500/month just from writing posts; $200/month is quite common and fairly easily achievable by putting in effort. In these low prices of hive, I understand that $200/month is not a substantial number in the developed world, but it is a substantial number in the developing world. This is where hive shines in the current โgig economyโ. We have curators, whose primary job is the find these people and help them. Have them connected to our social network, so that they donโt get drifted.
The above is only a simple reward calculation. As an entrepreneur, which is basically all of us, there are other benefits that hive offers which very few other platforms do. During this time of social isolation, hive offers mental support. Our sense of community is some of the strongest anywhere I have seen in the vast universe of internet. We help each other to learn other important and often marketable skills to apply in the real world or improve our existing skills. These are the items that often help many of the community members to be successful in life.
Blockchain technology and cryptocurrency revolution is here to stay. This is a fact. So, I urge you, not to think about this platform as a cash cow or kill your golden goose for the want of a single golden egg. Major prosperity of hive blockchain is in the horizon. This is your chance to be a community member. Please consider thinking about hive as your network, as opposed to a token that you can sell at the market for a pocket money in exchange for your local currency. There is still chance, understand the deep sense of togetherness on this platform and the benefit will be eternal.
-Editor
Do you wish for others to treat you well? Like everybody else I too like to be treated with respect and love.
Imagine a situation like when you arrive on the scene, others are like, Oh this fellow has come. Let us not be too talkative and reveal what we were saying and change the subject and treat you with an indifferent attitude as if you never matter much.
It will be hurtful, right?
Instead of blaming them, you should try to think about why such a situation came about and you will realize that it is mostly your fault because
Familiarity breeds contempt - Never talk too much and that too especially if you are not aware of the subject. Also, never talk without being invited if you are in a formal meeting.
Body language plays a huge part. Be dignified and look so too. Then nobody will play the fool with you. Also, avoid the company that does not have many standards.
Never stick to friends who do not value your opinions.
Make sure you speak only when it is absolutely required and do not give an opinion on anything and everything.
It is during The Weimar Republic, Hitler hasn't become the chancellor yet. A serial killer is roaming the streets of Germany. He/she tricks the small children and lures them away. Whoever gets taken is done for. Parents of the city are in an absolute panic. Many of them accompany their children wherever they go.
The local police are in panic well. They have to find the killer by hook or crook. Thereโs pressure from the ministry as the public image of the law takes hit. The more police are pressed, the more ruthless they become in their search for the killer.
This is a serious problem for the honest robbers, thieves and pickpockets! Policeโs miserable attempts at catching the killer is forcing them to stay in their dens, their nightly activities are almost at a standstill. They have mouths to feed you know! Panic hits them consequently.
When the police continue to fail to produce any meaningful result, all the thieves, robbers and frauds gather together to build a united front against the killer. If the police cannot find him/her, theyโll do it themselves. An underground counter-strike operation begins.
M (1931) is an iconic film by Fritz Lang. Itโs a thriller, a cult classic and quite important from a cinematic perspective. And also extremely fun to watch.
We all believe in freedom of speech. As a Bangali nation, we have substantiated it with blood in 1952. We are the only nation in the world who had sacrificed their lives for freedom of speech. On February 21, 1952, there was a movement to enunciate the mother tongue and hundreds of people succumbed that day; UNESCO later recognized the day as International Mother Language Day in commendation of the sacrifices made by the language martyrs. So February carries special connotation for us. We stand delighted today that we can speak our own language and express our views freely.
I donโt know why occasionally it seems that the language martyrs are reclining in heaven and giggles seeing our present situation. We may be content to reckon that we can speak our mother tongue freely but that might not be the substantial reality. A few days ago I was shocked to see a report on an international TV channel that our movements and conversations are monitored through a special device. We already know that Google or Facebook can scrutinize our activities, but isnโt it outrageous to monitor the conversations of independent citizens of a sovereign country without informing them. There were few other political controversies in that news but I don't want to evaluate that because there are a lot of people to analyse it.
Sadly, there is a continuous blow to freedom of speech not only in my country but globally. From Facebook to YouTube where people want to speak freely, they are confronting obstacles. Exactly the same thing happened in Steemit almost a year ago. However at least we now have a platform called HIVE where people can still express themselves freely. This is actually the objective of a decentralized platform.
However, coming back to the earlier topic; the government is saying that โIt is FAKEโ. Because it is definitely ruthless movements to monitor the private activities of the independent citizens of a sovereign country without informing them. Since we have full confidence in the government of the country and we also want to believe that the news is really fake. I hope the government will be able to prove it or punish the culprits for their heinous act.
The campfire is lit,
The moon behind the clouds,
The night feels so spooky
As the ghosts are seen in shrouds.
Yes, folks, itโs the spooky day,
You want to hear a story, gather around!
Trick oโ treating can be fun, so can the decorations,
But what to do when you see a banshee floating around?
Itโs storytime!!! And who doesnโt love a good old fashioned ghost story! But itโs not a good old fashioned ghost story, itโs a bit different. Do you want to hear it? Letโs hear it.
Just like all the story starts, once upon a time, there were two teenage best friends, letโs call them Chapati and Khunti. Okay, okay the names are funny but whatโs in a name? Do you think Komola Shundori was a good name? But still, there was a whole story about her. And who names their kid Snow White? Just imagine your name as Snow White. So where were we? Okay, so Chapati and Khunti were two best friends. Chapati was trying to appear like a witty boy like a Jr. Sherlock Holmes and Khunti was, well you can compare him with Rambo. Jr. Sherlock Holmes and Rambo the second, (giving myself a shabashi).
Chapati and Khunti were always going around solving mysteries. They even have set up their own detective agency, CK Mystery Agency. Chapati usually messes up and catches the wrong bad guy half the time and Khunti has a little hearing problem and his traps usually backfire on him. Hmm, a terrible duo indeed! Even the local authorities tell them not to meddle around, but they are too stubborn to pay attention.
Thereโs a small-town called Kumrabari. Around 300km far from Chapati and Khuntiโs home. There have been sightings of a banshee terrorizing the citizens. Some people even got together to look for it but ran off after seeing it. They say, her skin was as pale as snow, eyes red as blood. She looks so thin like a skeleton wrapped up in the skin. Her hair was so long like endless vines flowing all around. Her scream is deafening, so frightening that it can give a grown man a heart attack. Ooohhh so scary, see I got goosebumps. No one has any clue of what this banshee wants. Even local authorities have asked for help from outside. So many private detectives came and went scared away. Even gypsies were called to do their chant but to no avail. No one dare to go against the banshee and no one can save the town. Day by day the citizens are leaving town. No one wants to live in this God-forsaken place. The mayor has wrinkles on his forehead, eyes popping out of the sockets. He hasn't slept in a while, too worried about the banshee. Poor guy!
The Mayor: (worried sick) Inspector, Inspector do something!! This is going out of hands!! What to do what to do!!! I'm losing my mind (crying). Look at me, I'm going crazy!!
Inspector Onto Kholil: Calm down calm down sir! Your BP will rise Sir! You can get a stroke.
The Mayor: Do I look like I can be calm!! Huh, huh! (screaming)I CANโT BE CALM!!!
Inspector Onto Kholil: Sir please, listen to me. I have an idea. I have heard of 2 meddling kids who try to solve such problems. If I have your permission maybe we can call them?
The Mayor: (tiring voice)At this moment, Iโll try anything. Go ahead call them.
Inspector Kholil comes to the police station. He calls out for Constable Sallu Chowdhury.
Inspector Kholil: (to Constable Sallu)Get me the contact number of CK Mystery Agency NOW!!
Constable Sallu: Yes sir yes sir. (he stumbles as he runs)
(20 minutes later)
Constable Sallu: Sir sir, here is the number.
Inspector Kholil dialing the number as the keypad beeps tut tut-tut tutโฆ the phone rings โฉโชโซโฌโฉโชโซโฌโฉโชโซโฌ
(The other end) Chapati: Hello CK Mystery Agency how can I help you?
Inspector Kholil: This is Inspector Onto Kholil speaking from Kumrabari. Who am I speaking to?
Chapati: This is Chapati speaking.
Inspector Kholil: Oh Chapati. Just who I was looking for. We are facing a problem here at Kumrabari. A banshee has been terrorizing the townsfolk. Nobody has a clue about how to deal with this. I was calling to see if you and Khunti can be of help.
Chapati: Sure we can help. We'll get to Kumrabari ASAP.
Chapati and Khunti driving their scooter with the sidecar the next morning heading towards Kumrabari. They get to the police station and have a meet and greet with Inspector Kholil.
Inspector Kholil: Welcome welcome to Kumrabari.
Khunti: Thank you so much, Inspector. I hear Prawn Malai-curry is very famous here. I wouldn't mind having a few of them. What do you say Chapati?
Chapati: Uff you and your stomach. You can only think of food huh! Here's a banshee running amok.
Khunti: Okay okay chillax bro. Atleast let's have some snacks before we go to the sightings.
Chapati: Okay fine. let's go grab something.
Inspector Kholil: Okay we'll go to the haunted area after you two have something.
Khunti: Sounds cool (grinning widely)
After having a fair share of snacks Chapati, Khunti, Inspector Kholil, and Constable Sallu all go to visit the distant cave where the townsfolk has seen the banshee to go to.
Khunti: Bloody hell this place looks so scary.
Chapati: (smacking at the back of Khunti's head) of course, it's supposed to be, you dimwit. There's a banshee living here.
Khunti: Bro I don't like this place (tugging on Chapati's shirt) Can we go back?
Chapati: Just stick close to me, alright?
Khunti: Okay (stuttering in fear). )(he sticks his nose to Chapati)
Chapati: (to Khunti) What the hell are you doing? (annoyed slightly)
Khunti: (stuttering) You said stick nose to you!
Chapati: I SAID close not Nose (very annoyed)
Khunti: OHH now I get it. Okay
Chapati: Inspector Kholil, why is this place so deserted?
Inspector Kholil: I don't know about the history of this place. I'm new here as well.
Constable Sallu: I'll tell you. I was born and raised here. I know all the stories. A long time ago, there lived a couple just a few miles away from here. They were not very happy because the wife couldn't provide a child. One day the husband brought in another woman to their house and claimed that they got married and that woman is pregnant. the husband threw out the wife. The wife stayed just outside the house for 3 days and 3 nights crying and wailing. Then one day the husband couldn't take it anymore and took her to this cave and smothered her, leaving her body here to rot. On the 4th day of her death, screams were coming out of their house (he said hoarsely). A guy saw the old wife coming out of the house looking dreadful, eyes red as blood, skin so white, even her hair was white and so long and flowing everywhere. After she left, that guy went to the house and found the husband and the new wife dead (said spookily). To this day, her wails get heard. But she was never seen before these incidents.
Chapati: That is a terrifying story.
Khunti: You kidding right! Bloody hell, I'm getting out of here right now. (clearly overreacting)
Chapati: Just calm down Bro, you're overreacting. There's no such thing as ghosts.
Inspector Kholil: Okay enough, Let's move forward.
Suddenly, Chapati notices a piece of torn white cloth lying beside a rock. he bends down and picks it up. Looking intently at it, as if he found a clue.
Chapati: Inspector Kholil can you please check where this piece of cloth came from?
Inspector Kholil: Sure, I'll get right on it.
Suddenly Inspector Kholil notices blinking lights, quite a few of them. Then he notices movements.
Inspector Kholil: (to everyone) DO not make a noise!!
Khunti: What's happening, inspector?
Inspector Kholil: There are bats on top of us (sounding nervous). Just slowly and quietly move towards the entrance.
Khunti: (almost crying) Okay, no problem. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ruuuuuuuunnnnnn. (screaming on top of his lungs)
Chapati: Oh shoot. let's run
Everyone flees trying to cover themselves as bats flying over their heads. Khunti continues to scream. 2 bats flying over his heads and not leaving him alone. Constable Sallu brings out his slingshot and throws rocks at the bats, accidentally hitting Khunti and Khunti faints.
to be continued.....
The tattletale continues. If you want to know about Khunti and Chapatis fate, the ending of the story is available here!
Got late for the exam, still I managed to get the question and paper before the starting bell would ring. With the low preparation I was counting the time in how long I will be out of the hall.While going through the question I got a beautiful article about our life. Which stopped me there and forced me to think about that.
Actually it is true that we have an immense thirst for knowing the unknown, seeing the unseen. Personally I also feel eager for everything new that come across me. Curious mind wants to go deep in everything. To satisfy that thirst we often left our-self unknown to us.This one should have been the prime objective.One's capabilities and limitations are best explored by only that person.
Sometimes I get into too many dilemmas while taking a decision for my life that would mold my future. In those moments what one mostly needs is to listen to his inner voice. Explore on his capabilities and find out the best solution and for that one needs to know thyself. Your decision can't be taken by someone else,that won't be suitable for you.
Personally I often see people backbiting about someone else which is really a bad practice and unwanted. Those who dive into the sea of exploring themselves never join into backbiting others. They get to know about themselves and their lackings too, instead of getting after others they would find developing themselves more profitable. Ultimately it brings prosper to us. You may assume it as a self criticism or self analysis and we all must cultivate this particular habit.
In the journey of knowing the unknown let's start by exploring our ownself and conquer the rest.
It's human nature to almost always expect The grass is greener on the other side. It takes an immense amount of wisdom and insight into life to comprehend the fact that what we see is not what's always under the skin. From our next-door neighbor to the colleague in the next cubicle to Facebook and Instagram feeds of friends, acquaintances, we tend to fall into the trap of comparing. A dangerous pitfall.
Most humans are egoistic. I do not say this in a wrong way. But people do not usually let the outside world in on the wounds they are tending to. These wounds, you do not see with the naked eye. These wounds, you do not sense, unless the wounded lets you in. Human ego puts on a strong facade, that does a beautiful job at creating an almost perfect illusion, barely hiding that tiny crack which we do not want to see. Instead, we compare.
If we are willing to see through the eyes of our minds and not through the screen of our phones, If we are ready to expand our horizons of thinking, we'll realize how often the grass is pretty green this side of the river too.
This here is our piece de resistance. To promote engagement and a little self-branding, we have come up with an initiative that we simply called Featured. And we are very excited about this portion of the magazine.
Every week, one talented author will have the opportunity to contribute a piece for the magazine while showcasing one of their best posts. The willing writers will have a chance to add a few words about any topic they choose and be a 25% beneficiary of the magazine.
The first step is you have to decide whether you want to get featured or not. Once you've made up your mind, you have to apply by submitting one of your articles from last week. We have a wiggle room for quality content if they are older than seven days. Choose the piece you deem to be your best work for the week, as this will play a significant role in you getting featured or not.
There will be a two-day period to submit your application. It must be submitted by dropping a link to your post in the #Featured-Magazine channel on the BDCommunity Discord Server. One author will be chosen randomly from all the submissions. The featured author for the week will be announced during the weekly voice meeting. They will then have two days to write a piece and submit it.
The author who gets featured in the weekly magazine will be set as a 25% beneficiary, meaning 25% of the magazine's liquid payout will go to the featured author.
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