tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86686717644901612102024-03-06T13:02:20.494+05:30where the mind is without feardeepaksotmushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14412023298178565395noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668671764490161210.post-60738563790498317242013-06-22T00:07:00.001+05:302013-06-22T11:12:52.705+05:30Boon of blogging<p>It has been some time, a year or two, maybe three, I don't remember exactly since when I developed this daily impulse of logging into blogger dot com.<br>
I don't visit the blog to post new posts, I rarely gather my thoughts and put into words. More importantly, thoughts comes rare and I am a bad writer to pen it into black and white. So my own blog wears a deserted look and there is nothing much to look into. <br>
Still I am regular, rather a regular reader, infact an avid reader of blogs that I follow. <br>
I have realized, the biggest benefit of being a part of blogging world is being able to follow and read numerous blogs. Humors, information, arguments, heart touching stories,wisdom and knowledge entertains and educates me daily through various blogs. They are original and I can relate to them quite often.This are few elements that keeps me logging into blogger dot com.<br>
Despite my failure to update my blog regularly, I won't fail to read the blogs that entertains me.</p>
deepaksotmushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14412023298178565395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668671764490161210.post-9072605016891262292012-06-27T16:39:00.002+05:302012-06-27T16:45:43.129+05:30Dawn<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Nature is in 'Labour' to give birth to a new day</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Time for asleep to awaken</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Those who are still to limber and move.</span></span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">For a day awaits to break silence of the night </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Chirping birds and early buses are first</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">To start the symphony of the day</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Glaring prayers from temple across the street</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">is faithfully on time too.</span></span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Behold! dawn is here</span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">May peace flourish </span></span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">with new rays of light</span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">that dispels darkness of the night</span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But, how many dawns will it be </span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When last soul have received his ray of hope?</span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Whosoever keepeth the count of souls, knoweth it </span></span>deepaksotmushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14412023298178565395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668671764490161210.post-90609352203648213352012-06-27T16:27:00.002+05:302012-06-27T16:27:28.489+05:30<span style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Silence</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Silence is a close companion </span><br style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Which comes alive and speaks </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">when one stops </span><br style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">Whose language I am beginning to understand </span><br style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">It feels it was never alien </span><br style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">but your own language it speaks </span><br style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It speaks rather loudly<br />But hearken with ears closed<br />and behold its colors with closed eyes<br /></span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Be regaled with its<br />Loudness and beauty</span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The purity with which it fountains</span></span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><br /></span>deepaksotmushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14412023298178565395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668671764490161210.post-15067068427175866522012-02-28T21:33:00.000+05:302012-02-29T04:45:03.207+05:30The Life's Summers of Hope<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The heat is on</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rivers are turning brown</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Children flock the bank and pools</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Grasses are wild grown</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rain is catching it's rhythm</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">showing no signs of ceasing</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lo! Summer is nigh</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Summer is here</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Spring is gone</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So did the bright skies</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and white snow caps</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Frogs have found their voice</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So have crickets joined the orchestra</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">heralding the lively summer</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the colorful summer </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The summer of opportunity</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Moths hovers plenty</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">By the veranda light</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Escaping the rain</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But rain is welcome</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For the farmers</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's time for plough</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And oxen to tire</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And extra hand to hire</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For It's time to sow</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Corn and grains</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For it will be folly for a man</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To seek to harvest</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When he have sown none</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Because barren land</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Gives no fruit</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">courtesy; google, women transplanting rice</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Plant ye, prepare your field</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Seek extra labour</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When your summer is at hand</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For when summer is long gone</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And there is nothing to glean</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">By the fall</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Winter will torment your</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Soul poor, left in despair</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But more wise and awaiting</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Life's next summer of new hope</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If only there are more summers in store?</span></div>
<br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />deepaksotmushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14412023298178565395noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668671764490161210.post-61199076021996987832012-02-05T21:04:00.003+05:302012-02-06T14:30:54.389+05:30Growing Young with FootballThe sky was overcast with blackening clouds as it got more and more saturated with water. Rain was to be expected and it was much awaited as it hadn't rained in Colombo for some time.The grasses had started to grow brown and heat was on rise. It was a perfect day for football. It would shield the heat.<br />
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As we got to the university ground, it seemed like all part of ground was occupied. There was Frisbee being played which covered most of the football pitch. Hockey at one side and cricket at the other end. It usually frustrates me when i see the pitch being occupied but we had no options than to compromise with what little space was available.<br />
The attendance was quite impressive, we decided to play seven a side. The game was going for a stalemate when it started to drizzle. The rain caught up with its rhythm and started to increase in size. Hockey match had stopped but the Frisbee's were enjoying the rain as we were.<br />
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Thanks for the rain, we could move to bigger pitch. The previous one was too crowded to score any goals. The bigger pitch gave enough space for more running and the goals started to rain. Our seven conceded most for much of the time, but we could catch up with brave comeback to put it mildly. It was observed we weren't clinical with our finishing at the mouth of the goal or they defended better.<br />
The rain had ceased and sun peeked from the trees as it was setting with a red glow. But there was no stopping with the game. Though visibility was becoming more difficult, the game prevailed. This little moments with football are times we get to hang out together and unleash the youthful energy.<br />
There are lots of emotions in the game, of triumphs, disappointments and resilience. There is splendid display of fighting spirit. The energy is commendable, it's fun to run around till you tire all your muscles.<br />
There isn't anything worrying you when your adrenaline is running high. It is the same free spirit that reigned our childhood that is experienced.</div>
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Usually the game is played for a minimal wager and it is rarely paid. I was in teams which have lost for couple of times consecutively, i am guilty as charged for not respecting the deal. But the opponent team weren't giving up today. After much debating we had to settle for a cup of coffee. This ends our ordeal with the game and we are back to our place soaked in rain and aching muscles. </div>
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P.S: we call our team Colombo United. Football is our best pastime and it has been the window to outsource our energy and means to kill boredom. It gives us time to grow young and enjoy the bliss like our childhood. </div>
</div>deepaksotmushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14412023298178565395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668671764490161210.post-28491020870645046842012-01-19T18:22:00.001+05:302012-01-19T18:22:39.694+05:30Once, When I was LostOh mamma, it was a bright sunny day<br />
But enough trouble I did bring<br />
That was the day I was lost<br />
And that made you search<br />
The neighborhood<br />
And the small Zhemgang town<br />
There was no sign of me to be found<br />
You looked for me at the school<br />
But I wasn't there<br />
The school was up for the day<br />
And all children were home<br />
The night was setting in fast<br />
I was at the uncle’s<br />
With my cousins<br />
A mile away from our home<br />
That was a time a mile was a mile<br />
Mobile we had none<br />
Nor was automobile plenty<br />
I didn’t know trouble I would bring<br />
To my parents and myself<br />
I knew my share<br />
When a whip caught me by surprise<br />
It was dad, and I saw his rage<br />
Oh yeah! It was time to flee<br />
I ran the road terrified<br />
Looking closely for dad<br />
Dad however gave up the chase<br />
That spared me some whip<br />
Mamma, was there to rescue<br />
And the whole neighborhood<br />
I was shielded by mamma<br />
Until Dad seem fine<br />
When we reminisce about the incident<br />
It makes us laugh<br />
The innocence of the little boy<br />
Is long lost<br />
But those little (mis)adventures<br />
That colored my childhood<br />
Is much cherisheddeepaksotmushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14412023298178565395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668671764490161210.post-56561501270622449402011-07-30T11:11:00.000+05:302012-02-06T14:50:36.983+05:30Amnesic Episodes<div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I hear footsteps pacing fast upstairs. It wakes me from the slumber. I knew it was my friend from downstairs and there is a water overflow, with the urgency of the strides. He opens my door and looks at me, dead still in bed (actually I was awake and pretending to be asleep).</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">He leaves me undisturbed and goes down. After a while I hear the footsteps with same urgency. This time, he pops up at my window and says “dost!” I looked at him and saw the frown painted on his face which otherwise is cheerful, usually. I saw the gloomy face, an angry face and thought I flooded his room this time. He said it’s too much and wanted to complain the two other occupants upstairs, who have (including me) often left the water pump on and overflowed the water into the rooms of the two friends downstairs. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Today, it was me for the two others hadn’t arrived yet and their room was locked. I was wondering how that happened when I remember putting the switch off. Anyways I was the only the one home and by default the prime accuse.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It had flooded the rooms and wet the mattresses which were laid on the floor. When I went to his room after sometime, I saw him resting on the bed still with the frown but with lesser intensity. I took responsibility for the mistake and explained him, I remember putting off the switch and falling asleep thence. Anyway I had crossed the threshold today, I wet his mattress.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">As I tried to work out how that happened, I am in doubt whether I actually put off the switch (water pump’s) which probably happened thus, I remember going to put off the switch but I forgot when I reached the bathroom. Then I took a nap rest assured I had put off the switch.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It is quite weird, I have been forgetting things. For instance I was going for the lecture hall second floor; I realized I was heading wrong way in the first floor when friends asked me where I was going. I constantly forget the messages to be passed onto the friends. In fact, it becomes stale by the time I remember to convey the message or he would have known by that time.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Once I was giving an account of what I had eaten in the local restaurant, I missed the yogurt. The man in the counter gave me a blank look and I asked what? Anything wrong? He answered politely rather with sarcasm in his tone, “I think you also had Yogurt”…oh yeah! I had one…I just broke into smiles…..that is much better than an instance where I was walking out without paying……</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It is not unusual for small transactions to happen within friends, some lending and borrowing. I have failed many times to repay back owing to my forgetfulness. This should be a warning to my lenders to remind me constantly or lose the dollars….LOL…..</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I had forgotten the name of one my roommates in school hostel despite trying hard to remember, my effort was futile. I thought it was the long duration since I last him but that ain’t a reasonable excuse. I am wondering if age has really caught up with me, but am in early twenties and that doesn’t make me an elderly. Many times I have forgotten to put the Rice cooker in cook mode or walk to shop without purse. Oh! Weirdo….that’s weird……probably I have forgotten many other incidences which of course didn’t trouble anyone like it did today to my friend downstairs who is drying his mattresses. But am relieved as I write this, I can hear him…it seems he is in good mood. While i hope my memory circuits not to wane it's vitality too early. I will need some of the memories to tell my grandchildren. </span></span></div>deepaksotmushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14412023298178565395noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668671764490161210.post-13165249036699730112011-07-06T17:25:00.001+05:302011-07-30T11:43:30.160+05:30The Encounter with Don Jerry<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I planned to murder two unborn chickens in red shells,</span></span></span><br />
<div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">worth 336 mg of cholesterol each for my supper. </span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">As I opened the door of my ill looking, so called kitchen,</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">which is more of an empty store with a sink and table for stoves.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I saw a rat, big enough to scare a cat.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I call it the city rat, the mafia kind.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Don Jerry would be a good name.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">As it saw me with two chickens in my hand,</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">it was real surprised.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I caught the Don red handed.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I saw the glimpse of fear in its eye and I had a feeling to commit a real crime.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">For missing tomatoes and tomatoes half nibbled had made me wait for the chance.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The Don Jerry was over powered with my human silhouette, it gave a flee.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The Don spun around the stove and made a leap.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It was a graceful leap I should say given the situation it was trapped in</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">With murder in my mind, it was worse.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">But it leaped on my feet and gave me a leap.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It was swift and escape was a success story Don would tell</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">To the new recruits in his ‘Mafiadom’.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">With the leap, I nearly slipped the chicken from my grip.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Before, the chickens reached the pan.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It would have been a bad fall for the chickens</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And less cholesterol in my diet </span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</div>deepaksotmushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14412023298178565395noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668671764490161210.post-19506949935877943512011-05-06T00:20:00.002+05:302011-07-30T11:22:28.551+05:30To All My Teachers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH24lD69VpPA_VbRRs7Gf0rATS3oMELBfOhLmBAE-0Pn3NI2IEHbZK9-YCHCRM5EdP-bhEPHSWywLlCBpRQfVF-FjFptIRhx5IVDnQ6SuMLnUNeZC0d0jdqNHbON6J7vZqKcJYJWD1_aI/s1600/teachers-plant-seeds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH24lD69VpPA_VbRRs7Gf0rATS3oMELBfOhLmBAE-0Pn3NI2IEHbZK9-YCHCRM5EdP-bhEPHSWywLlCBpRQfVF-FjFptIRhx5IVDnQ6SuMLnUNeZC0d0jdqNHbON6J7vZqKcJYJWD1_aI/s320/teachers-plant-seeds.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Hannah writes her gratitude and appreciation to all her teachers on Teacher's Day. Am very much apologetic on my failure to post on Teacher's Day. It could have meant more to Hannah but i am of a belief that there ain't one perfect time to gratify ones teachers;as anytime is the best time. we should be remembering our teachers always, not just a day.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Dear Teachers,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">As I sit alone here in this new place and think about you all, I thought of writing to you all. For an instant I felt why I should for I don’t need to explain how much you all mean to me and I always have that gratitude in my heart. But I remembered something quoted by someone, “Silent gratitude isn’t much use to anyone.” So I brought all of you close to my heart and the words sprang out easily.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I thank you from the bottom of my heart and of course I feel it has no bottom for you all.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">If John Keats could see the beauty in truth and Octavio Paz in the intelligence of Shahrazade,then I would find my beauty in you and your inspirational works. And I become a poet not to analyze your love and care but to feel, to bring you all close to my heart always. You are as great as or greater than the “lover of words, shaper of thoughts.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I found guidance, friendship, love, inspiration and discipline in you all. You instilled hope against hope in me when I was really in need of it. My words are not like a message written on the sand by the beach which vanishes as the waves swallows it, to oblivion mere sands to the belly of ocean deep; but it is sculpted on my heart and reflected on my soul. I am who I am because of you all. I was and am fortunate to have the teachers like you all. Thank you once again for your positive influence, for your endurance and for being the touchstone to my dreams. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You all are always my inspiration and hope. I love You my Teachers.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Hannah Rai</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Mongar HSS</span></span></span>deepaksotmushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14412023298178565395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668671764490161210.post-82397612968135160792011-04-26T00:30:00.004+05:302011-07-30T11:26:50.469+05:30Letter to My Parents<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">note: writer is my cousin, Hannah who expresses her feelings for her parents in this letter.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Dear </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Papa and Mama</span></span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">,</span></span></u></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></u></i><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You have your daughter who is remembering you in this piece of paper although it seems so worthless. It is worthless because you will not know what I’m writing here. It may look like the insects scattered here and there on the bright wall to you. But I know that you will smile when you gently pick the paper and bring near your nose tips. You will smell a fragrant of something which you won’t be able to describe what it is. Both of you will argue for a while mainly on what language I’ve used to write to you. And here I can see both of you vividly; </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 30px;">papa dominating the </span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 30px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">argument</span></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">,'mom'</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">. Then </span></span></span><i><span style="color: black; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">‘papa’</span></span></span></i><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> will call my brother in tenth grade and insist him to read for them. He will unfold my paper with hesitancy and start to read them aloud, translating to which both of you will give a sigh of relief. Then he will explain my above words missing out most, exaggerating some and I am sure he will not read you this line. I know he will be burning inside while muttering the lines about him, but he won't realize how much I miss him. He then continues, this time with the easy smile and reads these lines.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Papa and mama will not be able to estimate how happy and sad I am when I’m writing you this. I’m happy as I am who I am because of you. And the sadness is just by thinking how you both are feeling now, when you are hearing what I say from someone else. And I’m very much sure that the cold feeling of regret visits your mind…the regret of not being able to write me back your love and consolations. But I feel I’m really lucky to be born from you, raised by a corrective father and protective mother engulfed with your profound love. I can’t tell how much papa and mama meant to me while growing up. I am so proud to be your daughter.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I can still remember your whippings papa. You have done it right papa, when other friends of mine melts on something small reason, I do not despite how great the problem is. It’s your countless sticks that have made me bold and stronger at heart. And you fulfilled what the king Solomon said, ’’Foolishness is bound in the heart of a child; but the rod of correction shall drive it far from him”. De</span></span></span><i><span style="color: black; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ar mum,</span></span></span></i><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> you have sacrificed a lot to keep us safe. You would have some discussion with </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Papa</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> as every husband and wife does…but you always remained superior just to bring a peace at home. I know </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">papa</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> is also proud of you for having you in his life.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So when all my words are coming to an end, I only want to bind all my respects for both of you, that you sacrificed and you missed a lot of special things just to keep one thing-a perfect relationship between the children and the parents bounded by love and the God’s guidance. I know you couldn’t provide us a good house and we are not born with a silver spoon in our mouth but you gave us a home. I had these emotions since a long time back when you made me a person able to rationalize things, but I held it till now as you know I never express things directl</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">y. </span></span></i></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I love you, my dear parents. You are and always will be my inspiration.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 13.3333px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Yours loving daughter</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Hannah</span></span></div></div>deepaksotmushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14412023298178565395noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668671764490161210.post-90781907741175500112011-04-24T17:44:00.003+05:302011-07-30T11:29:51.661+05:30where the mind is without fear<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">As my blog title suggests, "Where the mind is without fear" i was inspired by the Rabinranath Tagore's poem of the same name. First time i came across the poem was when i was in middle secondary(grade ninth and tenth). Very moment, the message passed was very clear. " where the mind is without fear". Am totally not for domestic/global divides that cultures, religions,caste et al or to sum up ignorance brings in. Rabinranath Tagore have written a work that calls in the world where humanity and the presence of mind exists.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Rabindranath Tagore in Kolkata (probably </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">granted knighthood) wikipedia</span></span></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><em><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Where the mind is without fear </span></span></span></strong></em></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><em><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high<br />
Where knowledge is free<br />
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments<br />
By narrow domestic walls<br />
Where words come out from the depth of truth<br />
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection<br />
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way<br />
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit<br />
Where the mind is led forward by thee<br />
Into ever-widening thought and action<br />
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake</span></span></span></strong></em></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; line-height: 36px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">poet; Rabindranath Tagore </span></span></i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; line-height: 36px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i></i></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Rabindranath Tagore</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> (7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941),</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">sobriquet </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Gurudev</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">was a Bengali poet, </span></span><a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Novelist" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad;" title="Novelist"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">novelist</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">, </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Musician" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">musician</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">, </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Painting" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad;" title="Painting"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">painter</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> and </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Playwright" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">playwright</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> who reshaped </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bengali_literature" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Bengali literature</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> and </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Music_of_Bengal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad;" title="Music of Bengal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">music</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">. As author of </span></span><i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gitanjali" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Gitanjali</span></span></a></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> with its "profoundly sensitive, fresh and beautiful verse",</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">he was the first non-European to be awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature(1913). His poetry in translation was viewed as spiritual, and this together with his mesmerizing persona gave him a prophet-like aura in the west. His "elegant prose and magical poetry" still remain largely unknown outside the confines of Bengal. source; wikipedia</span></span></span><br />
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</i></b></span></span>deepaksotmushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14412023298178565395noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668671764490161210.post-8403107989615139972011-04-19T21:10:00.003+05:302011-07-30T11:33:28.713+05:30Memories<div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Author: Kinzang Wangdi, second year med- student in colombo reflects his departure from his home. </span></span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I can still feel exactly how i felt when i left my home back then. And this memory strikes episodes of flashbacks, especially when i am all alone or when i realize what the truth is. The truth is; i wouldn't be walking, bearing these pounds of remorses on my head had i been a little more caring to myself, a little more workaholic and a little more conscious of the way the time passed and passes.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The regrets (not really regrets; some sort of helplessness) come, not from what i couldn't do, but from what i didn't do. Never did i realize that it would make me go insane until today and when i realize it does, am far down the line. I know it surely will take me sometime to get over these thoughts. I never gave time, the value it has. On the last day i felt i was weak and shuddering under the fear that i will miss everyone so close to me.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It was the Blessed Rainy Day! i can say i had no pleasure however special the day was but i was at least happy that i had one more day with the ones i loved and cared. The ones with whom i wish my whole lifetime together. That was the time when i realized how much of a perfect fool i was.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA24CI01_U77uQR7ny5-ietRfzKFYWb6_UMuAfToUDFR0hrjaMX2uWXGIAnCAeSutftHCkka-dwhMqnK9uyehZ0H1q67mOom1j8nQIA3SF6tyE35c8mtlbOpP_nGUscMGzhRsSoh9Y8hw/s1600/Departure-thumb.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA24CI01_U77uQR7ny5-ietRfzKFYWb6_UMuAfToUDFR0hrjaMX2uWXGIAnCAeSutftHCkka-dwhMqnK9uyehZ0H1q67mOom1j8nQIA3SF6tyE35c8mtlbOpP_nGUscMGzhRsSoh9Y8hw/s320/Departure-thumb.JPG" width="240" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It's true, time fleets very fast when we need it by our side. The night soon gave in. The morning was cold and still dark. My parents had made everything ready by the time i woke up. I was preparing to leave for the alien land again. Thoughts rushed through my mind: messy,mixed and unclear. Time drove and dragged me and i had to leave my home. I remember my mom shedding tears for her reckless son. The true meaning of parental love and care, departure and all sorts became crystal clear. ''if only i had studied a little more harder....'' </span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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<a name='more'></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Darkness was by my side luckily; they didn't see me with tears, a little less of pains to them. I remember my youngest brother being awake but unwilling to wake up and bid me goodbye. I remember giving him a 100 Nu. note. On the way down, i started thinking if he has started feeling how it feels to get away from the ones we love. I thought it was too young for children of his age but it was true; he keeps on telling me to come home soon on phone calls. I miss him bad.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">My dad walked me till the bus stop, the morning was still dark. We used torch as we walked. Early risers from a distance might have judged on us being Dhon Mee(Demon's light) as called in Sharchop. The silence ruled. The moon shone wherever the clouds had set off to the horizon. I watched it glisten over the sleeping valley, attended by few stars. when the dawn descended, we were at the bus stop. I watched the moon shedding it's usual silvery colour and putting on a fainted-red one, under the morning sun. When i last looked at it, it was half-way down the horizon. My dad counselled me on what's good and worth doing and what's not. For a person like me, who has nothing much to bring from home, that's more than the most precious jewel on earth. </span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The bus came by and i bid my dad bye. That moment was terrible. I wished i never get to go through that stage again. "i will miss my parents, my siblings and home....''</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">All through the way, i tried hard not to think over it again. But the thoughts of going away from home was like losing all what i had. It had me fixed to thinking. When i thought i had everything with me, that was the time i realized i had nothing.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I was on the left seat. My right sternocleidomastoid contracted and i kept looking to the left, at the hill where my village rests till i could distinctly differentiate it from other hills and vales. Deep inside, i prayed: ''may all be just the same as it is till i get back next time, my parents and siblings be happy and the people there too, the valley remain as green as ever.'' </span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I gave a last look to my country as a whole again for the second time, on the early 4th October prayed again that Bhutan be safe and the livings in it be happy and prosperous. </span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The word ''miss'' can be used as simple as to mean what it means but to the ones who feels it when he/she has no time to stay with the ones being missed. It can be like the sharp dragger.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Here i am, in a foreign land, stricken with nostalgia, yearning for those same old fat times again. I miss my parents, siblings and dear friends. Thanks to them, i know the value of friendship. I know everybody feels the same. </span></span></div><div><br />
</div>deepaksotmushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14412023298178565395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668671764490161210.post-54733526033541661062011-04-08T02:11:00.005+05:302011-07-30T11:35:59.079+05:30Sometimes in April<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">note: Tshering Jamtsho, second year medical student in Colombo reflects of the April at his home with his family. This is his original writing published here with his due permission with mild changes but keeping the originality as far as possible.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">After aging ten, he spent just one April with his family.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">It's not that rainy always, cool and virgin. Everything grows green, birds singing, stream nearby is so gentle,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">winds blows from northeast and the people are in their farmland. Fields softens to germinate seeds and the doves and pigeons are plenty. Catapult placed perfectly over left hand and pulled hard can make dozens of doves fly back.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">He is not surprised to see people in the field, before the dawn till dusk had kissed the mountains. He understands it is simple way villagers live.His mom would tell, 'when those peach flowers blooms, it is best time for chicken egg to hatch'. Dad would say, 'we can compare the cleverness of boy by the sharpness of the sword he carries'.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">He loved to spend his time in the forest with cattle. Leaves of Oak trees to the east alongside the main footway would grow from rat's ear to calf's ear. On free time, he goes to the chorten and watches his neighbours sat randomly drinking refreshment. When sun sets, he is relieved. He ties up the cattle and is happy to see the calfs grow cleaner and bulls getting thier neck thickened. Washing with the tap water pouring helplessly to wooden black trough, he would hear insects' sounds and his little cute sister would be back from the school.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Four of them would mostly spent time together in kitchen. To the right of the white painted gigantic clay oven, his mom would cook typical Sharchop curry, more of soup which his father always preferred. On the left outlet of oven the maize would be distilled for Ara. To the left of the oven is his favourite place where he would play with the charcoal with his little cat. Father would exhaustively weave Bangchung and sister would sit on the carpet with wrinkled forehead with her homeworks.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">He might have flown over the sea to cities, may be enjoying but is hardly happy. Sometimes in April he asks 'Do i miss those days at home?' and wonder who might be sitting in his favorite place.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">author; Tshering Jamtsho alias KB among his friends circle.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">chorten</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">; a stupa. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sharchop</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">: easterner. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ara</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">: homemade Bhutanese wine. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Bangchung</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">: a cane made, intricately designed circular plate like container used especially for carrying and storing foods. </span></span></span>deepaksotmushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14412023298178565395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668671764490161210.post-77564575683896662962011-04-06T03:06:00.002+05:302011-07-30T11:52:51.890+05:30Mother<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Almighty Lord, how beautiful is this universe</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So work manly made, wonderful design it is<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The mathematical precision none can match<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Trusty an Engineer art thou, thy creation works smooth<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Grasses green, trees majestic, mountains high <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Plains vast, rivers perennial and oceans deep <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Magnificent beauty to behold <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">All singing thy praise in one accord<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> You have multiplied the seed of men<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Unto the numbers of sand by the riverbank<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Living soul </span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">have thou given them<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And a mother to keep their watch <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Blessed are the women who bear the fruit of mankind<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">They are benevolent; no one would love their child like they does<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Their hands are tender; loving care runs in their every vessels<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">They would weep one weeps and the joy of laughter they would share<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">They are our mother; who labored to see us smile</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The first word that we utter would bring in much joy<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">She is one woman I would not stop loving <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">She is my mom, I salute her deepest regard<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">None can rival her love; words are less<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Diamonds are less precious <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sky is less wide and oceans shallow<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I thank mighty one for giving me a wonderful mom<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Most beautiful of thy creations grand<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Thank you Lord, I have seen you in her </span></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>deepaksotmushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14412023298178565395noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668671764490161210.post-8628348358537909502011-04-06T02:51:00.001+05:302011-07-30T11:55:15.925+05:30One Surviving Silver Oak: a Wise Pride?<div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The tabloids, televisions and radios are filled with the news of Climate changes and destructions. The news of earthquakes, floods, melting glaciers and disappearing islands are not uncommon these days. The alarmed decision makers (whom we have trusted would make best decisions for generation now and future) are meeting in more numbers in flashy hotels at mountains, sands and smoggy cities with agendas to better the policies and initiatives to conserve the remnant of natural environment natural and reduce the further human (inhumane in nature) insults on life supporting earth. Either it be failed Copenhagen summit or more successful efforts elsewhere, to live in a natural earth is main cause at heart.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Reduction of factory emissions, emissions from vehicles, proper management of garbage, recycle of wastes, conservation of natural reserves, parks and fauna are some of the best efforts talked and energy devoted to. But with ever increasing</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> population and their demands for better living conditions and comfort. The factories need to equate the demands with supplies. To meet the needs of the market factories has to burn more fuels and people has to drive more cars and make more wastes. The stress on nature is immensely multiplied. Nature has to give its way, it can’t hold any further like people losing their cool when they have to stand in a cue for time more than expected. I am no vicar to escape that. It is very instinctive or put it in other words ‘natural’. This is fine example of how natural things cannot remain natural forever. It certainly justifies the havocs we see around. That’s not so pleasant to learn. We are bearing fruits of our wayward shopping spree with nature.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Some days are dedicated to please the nature like World Environment Day on June 5th or Social Foresty Day on June 2nd in Bhutan. That looks a decent effort. I remember how enthusiastic we were as a primary school kid about planting our own sapling on June 2nd. Our seniors in school would pride about how tall their plant is. My sister had a eucalyptus by the roadside on our way to home. I would look at greening leaves and widening branch and would say to my peers that’s my sister’s plant and wish I would one day have my own plant to pride about. I think about it and I am always assured it was a wise pride.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">One June I was one of the students entitled to saplings, I had a pine and was deemed old enough to take care of the sapling I was given. I dug a hole near cliff as recommended, tore the black plastic that wrapped the sapling and planted the pine amongst black soil and cow dung manure. And a fence to guard from the animals was secured around it. I would watch my plant every morning during the social work. Sometimes I would prune the weeds or water if I found a decent container. Plants of my friends grew green and tall. Mine of course survived the summer and the fall. Next spring when our school reopened I went to see my plant for last time. It wasn’t green and tall, a dried stalk was what was left. I thought winter chill ate my plant. It was a failure to make my school clean and green and a serious dent to my pride of owning a big tree one day. Next June I got more saplings but only one silver oak survived to grow tall and green. It is beautiful plant with tapering end and silvery leafs. That’s only pride I can be proud of when I recall of my effort to keep earth green and happy.</span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">If we do the math, it would be 7 billion saplings we will be adding if we plant a sapling for each living person every year. This certainly shows working in one accord towards conserving the nature would yield us fewer woes. It is our earth and our obligation to keep it clean and happy. Let’s contribute with our little efforts every day. Save nature to save ourselves for non can escape nature's fury.........can we?......</span></span></div>deepaksotmushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14412023298178565395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668671764490161210.post-62106151345688906732011-03-31T20:57:00.001+05:302011-07-30T12:00:15.362+05:30Cricket Frenzy or a Religion?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">As i watched the Cricket World Cup quarterfinal match between Sri Lanka and England online, in my room; from the frames of my window, i saw the warm Colombo night towards the stadium brightly lit with tall gigantic spotlights. R. Premadasa stadium, with capacity of 35,000 was full house(who would miss such an important match) and was the center of interest for the 20 million people of this Cricket loving island nation and cricket lovers all over the globe. </span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I came out to the balcony for the better view of the halo of light over the stadium, i could well imagine the atmosphere in the ground. Crowds would cheer every runs that came through the bats of two opening pairs in the center who looked very solid and were playing their best. The cheers would be deafening especially when the ball crosses the boundary rope for the sixer or the fours. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The two batsman, Dilshan and Tharanga, with their killer intent took Sri Lanka into the world cup semifinal. The 10wickets win over the England with two brilliant centuries knock from the opening pair who batted despite</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">the cramps towards the later part of the innings showed how much focussed the batsmen were on winning the match. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZxi5om8R4bS7vp1YKNnYJspZiUgA_LDYDloG9dD_pU-Pp3TkL9aZkr69puR3xh1ljC5r84h-diZYvowOpd_nUj2VUzmoZA9GrxV8tyD-6gdooSy7DT5wFTIgDT_A5NVHjLckATRm2XI/s1600/sri-lanka-cricket-team-119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZxi5om8R4bS7vp1YKNnYJspZiUgA_LDYDloG9dD_pU-Pp3TkL9aZkr69puR3xh1ljC5r84h-diZYvowOpd_nUj2VUzmoZA9GrxV8tyD-6gdooSy7DT5wFTIgDT_A5NVHjLckATRm2XI/s320/sri-lanka-cricket-team-119.jpg" width="320" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Outside the hotels with the television sets, there were people lined to see their country go through into the world cup. I wished to go to the stadium and cheer for Sri Lanka but it was a race i had to compete with 20 million people for 35000 seats. However some of my friends in the college managed to get the tickets. I would have got too, only if i had the will to go to the ticket counter in 1 a.m in the morning and stand in the cue for 4 hours for a ticket.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> I could see how maddening it is. But for a nation who have embraced cricket like another religion, it is their devotedness to the religion. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Cricket is played everywhere, no streets are spared, kids and even adults play soft ball cricket in a narrow strip of road in the neighborhood near my room. Sixer would hit the walls of the three storyed buildings or the ball have to be fetched from the double lane highway. I joined them for a match or two, they display true energy with lots of cheering and shouting, its looks like a commotion at first but people really enjoy this, no body seems bothered by the noise or balls hitting their windows. It is the game of harmony and loved by all. The girls in my group, knows about their cricket team. they are fine critics about the game. The women have accepted this game. Its not unusual to see beautiful girls, painted with the blue and yellow colors from their national flag hopping and making odd dance moves amongst thousand others in the stadium cheering their team.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">From the schools and colleges that i have seen around in Colombo, there is no school or college without a cricket ground. Although volleyball is the national game, it is rarely seen playing. The cricket events between the schools is called "Big Match" and it is a festive occasion. Colombo boasts of three international cricket venues, each about two or three miles apart. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Despite some people charging 500- 800 % more than the actual costs for the tickets, people would not miss the matches. There is one incident i remember where two men in a fuel station were playing cricket at around midnight, i had various thoughts arising in me, "is that a best way to keep away sleep" or ''are they so much in love with the game ''. Cricket is a household talk everywhere. For a nation that loves the cricket so much and people who madly devote to the game, bringing the precious cup back home would be the best gift the Cricketing heroes can gift the nation. I wish the Sri Lankan team the Best Wishes in winning the final. The island will roar with the victory. </span></span></div>deepaksotmushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14412023298178565395noreply@blogger.com0