Term Frequency (TF): Measures the frequency of a word within a document.

Inverse Document Frequency (IDF): Measures how important a word is in the entire collection of documents.

The TfidfVectorizer calculates TF-IDF scores for each word in the documents, and you can use the resulting feature matrix as input for various machine-learning algorithms.

The Passive-aggressive classifier is an online learning algorithm used for classification tasks. The name "Passive Aggressive" reflects its behavior of being passive when predictions are correct and aggressive when they are incorrect, allowing it to quickly adjust to changing data patterns.

Dataset: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1er9NJTLUA3qnRuyhfzuN0XUsoIC4a-_q/view?usp=sharing

I, Dipesh, and Prabin went inside the bank. Cashiers, Accountants, and staff, dressed in fancy suits, the best way to establish goodwill were a Namaste. So I greeted them all with namaste except the head manager. He was wearing shorts, I thought he was the cleaning guy. And to make the situation worse, I pointed him the dust on the chairs and said, “Looks like one of us isn`t doing our job properly.” He acted confused and left.

I headed towards the reception while my friends leaped to the corner. The receptionist was hot but I was too focused on my goal to hit some lines on her. I told her about the loan. She picked up the phone and rang, maybe to the manager. Next, she pointed me the door to the manager`s office. I “gun-pointed” my hands and exclaimed “gotcha” but the look on her face replied, “It is not cool.”

(Inside the manager`s office)

I double knocked, and he turned his chair to face me.

“Woah. How do you even have the courage to sit on the manager`s chair? Did you even put out the dust I showed you before? You know you may be the reason I might have second thoughts about business with this bank.”

He goes, “Wait. I can explain.”

“What? What possible explanation can you have? That your lazy ass can`t work?”

His look changes. He starts getting angry and as I go on criticizing him I realize maybe, I had already fucked up my goal.

I maffled, “Youre the manager, arent you?”

He smirks, “Damn right, I`m.”

I felt betrayed by myself. I look down and murmur, “What do I do now?”

He says, “Today was my day off and I came back here after just hitting the gym for an emergency.”

“Look Im sorry. I didnt mean what I said earlier.”

He smeared, “Oh really?”

I couldnt control but said, “Well youre the one wearing the shorts.”

“Do you really want to go that way to start a business talk? Its a waste of my own time. Now get the hell out of my office.”

I was afraid. “No, no, just listen to my ideas. Please.”

(Outside)

Prabin was already bored. He looks around and says to dipesh, “I dare you to steal the tied pen on the cashier`s desk.”

Dipesh mumbles, “What? Why would I do that?”

Prabin, in a manipulative manner, “ Its a dare. You dont question a dare. Just admit youre afraid.”

“But look up, there are CCTVs covering every corner of the bank.”

“They are up just for a show. No one watches it live. Don`t be a pussy now.”

Dipesh breathing in, “Naah. I can do it easily. Keep your eyes open and see me pull off a heist.” and he walks towards the cashier. Reaching there he engages a conversation with the cashier, trying to untie the pen from the thread.

(Inside the manger`s office)

“Here, Ive brought my ideas and the rest of the information.” I slide the file across the silver glass table. “I have even mailed it to the banks account, you can look it there too.”

“Alright let me take a look at these papers.” He opens the paperwork but his eyes stuck on the laptop`s screen and he exclaims “ What the hell! What is he doing?”

I ask, “What is who doing?”

He looks at me and says, “He came with you. I saw you enter the door with 2 others and one of them is this idiot.”

“Are you calling my friend an idiot? I stood up and walked towards him, “You have no right”….and as I saw the screen myself I went, “Oh you goddamn idiot. Is he? Is he really trying to steal the pen?”

The manager says, “No, he cant. Look at him, hes afraid of being caught. He can`t even untie the thread.”

I look directly into the manager`s eyes, “Wanna bet?”

He calls, “If he does manage to steal the pen, we have a deal. But if he doesn`t…”

I interrupt him and say, “ I`m gonna walk back empty-handed.”

5 minutes pass and he`s still playing there with the string and the pen. Now, the cashier is also giving him a suspicious look. I murmured, “Bella Ciao Bella Ciao Bella Ciao Ciao Ciao. You can do it, you son of a bitch. You were born to do this.”

But soon after, Dipesh wipes out sweats off his face, leaves the pen there, and goes back nodding his head to Prabin.

The manager shouts, “Yaaaasshhhhh!”

I couldn`t believe what I saw. I needed a chair to sit down. I lost. I felt it was my bank and it fell to the ground.

The managers still laughing. “Off you go, shoo. Close the door on your way out.” And he adds, “Talk to your father about your ideas first, these finances arent that easy and you need proper guidance.”

I leave the office and we walk out. I told them I have to discuss it with my father first and then only propose a loan.

Prabin says, “Oh okay.” And he adds, “Listen while you were inside the office…..”

He rings back

“Hello”,

“How is it?” she asks

(Sighs) “It's bad.”

“How many did you treat today?”

“only 2” his lips hung

For only the day had not

She said,

‘This will all be alright’?

‘When are you coming back’?

A testament to his insistence

& if, maybe her vigil had a purpose

Gulping back her tears, she says

‘it will be okay, even if it won't

The line disconnects

& he walks back to the care unit,

Frightened, but hopeful.

Ive been becoming more aggressive. This whole lockdown and quarantine are fucking things up for me. Also, theres already so much tension build up in the family. I just hope, come more days, we won`t swordplay each other with spoons.

I hoped a shower and a nice cup of tea will heal the stuffiness but I didnt feel the slightest boost. Its been 2 days since I smoked the last pipe of the cigarette I had. I dont know how I managed to suppress the urge for the two days but I cant run longer. I have to go out and buy some packs. But with corona on the air, we could step out of the house only for “emergency needs.” I don`t think cigarettes would fall under “emergency” according to the police. They are almost in every corner to minimize the number of people on the streets. But the shops are around 15 to 20 mins walking distance and I needed someone, a friend to go with.

Luckily, I have a friend living 2 houses down. Bishal, he is one of those friends who are called with their surname. I dialed him,

Ring…ring..ring…

“Hello,” he answers.

“Chhetri, what you doing?”

“Not much.”

“I need your help, come here.”

Some minutes later he arrives. I told him were about to break the law and hes like “You son of a bitch, Im in.” I grabbed some money and two plastic guns too, the ones for the kids to play, dont ask me why. We peeked outside and didnt see any guards loitering around. It was the perfect time for our maneuver to begin. We walked along the side of the road through the culvert hoping wed go unseen.

Soon after a couple of minutes, “Look a policeman is coming this way” and we sprinted inside the nearest house. He didnt see us. And no, there wasnt a dog waiting for us for more drama like in the movies. Thank lord. We were really scared because if any of the policemen caught us we`d be whacked. As we were walking we kept rotating our heads for the 360* view and rushed our way up. Repeating it a couple of times we finally reached the shop.

I asked the tall guy on the counter for four packs of cigarettes. I realized my money could cover another pack and asked him to add one more. As he was handling me packs of cigarettes I was already smoking them in my head. Everything was perfect. The big smile on Chhetri`s face said: “We did it, man.”

“Them?” I heard a hoarse voice and looked back. He was a policeman. He was waiting inside the shop for guys like us to beat the shit out of and that motherfucker bamboo, he sold us out. I dont know how I got the courage but I actually pointed my finger at him and said, “Where is your mask?” His eyes, his eyes were telling “Im gonna eat you two bitches, alive.”

I turned to my friend and shouted, “Runnnnnn.” We ran. We ran our legs off. And the policeman, right behind us trying to catch up. I didn`t know when he called for backup but soon there were 2 new faces following us. As we were running my friend shouts,

“Did you try the free pornhub premium?”

I couldnt believe it. I go, “The fuck is wrong with you. No, I havent.”

“What? I`m just trying to establish a conversation. But why?”

Again, astounded. I say “Im on no fap. Im avoiding porn for some time.”

“Aah man you have to use it when its free. After corona, its all gone.”

“Okayyyyy.”

“Those fuckers…I think they are going to catch us soon. They are closing in.” I gasped.

As we were running we could see a big star at the end of the road, on the turning. I wondered where the hell did that come from and pointed it to him, “What is that star?”

We`re frightened. We were sure things are going to get worse. And he shouts, “What should we do?”

“I don`t know. Should we show them the guns we brought? That might keep them back a further distance.”

He says, “But we havent brought the bullets man, theyre of no use.”

“What? What? Why?” I explode. I wanted to hit him on the head for acting dumbass. “Why are you being a jackass? They have a real gun. Bullets or not, it doesnt matter, its a fucking plastic gun. You cant do shit with this. Dont lag, keep running.”

We took out the gun, held it above our head so that they could see. They deaccelerated and our plan worked. I shouted to my friend, “Hey look, I think we`ll lose them soon.” And as I said that we heard a big buzzing noise. I also felt wind hitting on our back and the air was mudded. The only thing I could see was three big glowing stars, again at the end of the road, on the turning. Out of nowhere, a helicopter appeared right above us. We resonated, “Woah! What the fuckkkk?” “Is this a bloody video game?”

I ask Chhetri, “ Hey, do you have a lighter?”

“No. What? Do you want to sit and light up a cigarette now? Are you out of your goddamn mind?”

“Yeahhhhhh, I don`t think we are going to get out of this alive. So, might as well strip off the parch and go down euphoric.”

Something hit me on my hand, I just felt a pinch, might be a rubber gun they shot from the helicopter. I hit a rock and fell on the ground. My eyes are still open but theres a blackout. I cant see, its dark. The buzzing continues. And a minute later I realize I`m on the floor beside my bed and a mosquito flying around. I felt the mosquito bite on my hand. As I turn to the watch it’s 4:30 in the am. I felt sweaty.

“Me and my dreams. Huh,” I smirked and went back to sleep.

And on the terrace she was, wearing a bluish-white top extending to her knees, her wavy hairs to her back and some stuck on her shoulders & then the gentle flip, biting her kissable red lips she wonders if she would ever look as beautiful as the sunset. In her eyes theres hope, that the blind boy says; Youre.

She didnt know my eyes were on her. No, I wasnt looking at the dying sun, but her. Her perkiness was endearing. I dont know how many minutes passed by when suddenly I saw a sprinkle on her face. I was so cored into her that everything went bleared and I even didnt feel the drops hitting me. She went down the floor and so did I.

I was peeking from the window, she lives across the street. I was sure she`d come on the balcony and likewise, she did. Soon, the falling of rain was deafening.

She stretches her hand to hold the drops of rain. The smile on her face as she was doing, artistic. She was genuinely happy as if the rain will never stop. I cant put into words how beautiful she looked. I got heart erection. She was so soft, for every drop of rain I feared itd make her fragile.

She puts both hands on the railing and looks up inclined as her eyes close. The raindrops now clink one by one on her face, it appeared so viscous, slowly moving all the way to her lips tracing a path for others to follow. She opens her eyes and it locks with mine. I looked down, a reflex. After some moment when I look up, her eyes are still on me.

She humored, “Gravity?”

Damn. I couldn`t speak. I giggled, running my hand through my hair.

The quiet, long lapse of silence and just for a moment everything was right. I murmured, “How beautiful a part of our species could be.” She kept smiling and wasn`t bothered by the attention she was getting. She knew, perhaps, she is beautiful than the sunset.

As she went inside I came back into my room and threw myself on the bed and replayed everything in my head that happened in the last twenty minutes. It was beautiful. Maybe quarantine isn`t going to be that difficult. I always hoped for a rain, a rain lasting long enough to fill the empty pores inside me, the restructuring from the bottom in order for me to feel alive again. Is she the rain?

Flighty if I may, & hushed too

Crazy like the winds of spring

You belong to me

Frozen, you seem a little melancholy

Tonight, you look lovelier than the moon

Like a morning`s prayer

& the evening`s wet breeze, with the smell of corns

Dewy leaves dancing in the air

whilst the fireflies sing a song

You belong to me.

Then my friend asks “What did you do today?”

I said, “Nothing.”

He goes “Movies or series?”

“Naah”

“Did you read?”

I said “Nope” with some guilt in my voice. I should`ve read.

He asks “Well you must have at least done something?”

Then I realized I literally did nothing. For a moment I looked up at the ceiling and thought of something that would classify but no, not a darn thing. Just a day lying on my back as the hour hand circumambulates.

Some of my friends suggest me to read books, write fiction, watch a series and all. I always ignore the former ones. And for the latter, “Bitch please.” Over the years, I think Ive watched around 50+ shows so I guess Ive pretty much mastered the art. And suggestions, theyre fine but until I ask for them, you dont have to wank.

These days, theres so much fiddle-faddle about productivity on the internet. Everybodys like, you gotta utilize the time. You have to be creative. I agree with them. We can tick a whole lot of things off our bucket list. But the problem with me is Im lethargic these days. This whole quarantine thing is somehow eating me up. Not a single activity excites me. Im a misanthrope and even ‘going out and having fun’ isnt my kinda thing. This baffles me. I shouldnt be in the state which Im currently in. This used to recharge me but its the contrast. So, for starters, I`m trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me. Along the way, I hope I can root out the ‘lousy’ in me and then things will start unfolding. And some people, even go to the extent of saying “ Do something, this time won’t come again.” Frankly, the fuck is wrong with these people? No one wants a sequel to this.

At the end of the day, I`m always glad. I did the bigger picture. I stayed home. I survived. And I hope you all do the same.