It was the very hotel where me and Binod had once planned to marry.
Towards the end of my dinner, I happened to glance across the room. ‘ I knew from the back of his head, it was Binod. I walked up to him and touched his arm.’ I think we know each other,’ I said. He turned around, and when he saw me he jumped up and embraced me, tears streaming down his face. When he hugged me, it was as if time stood still.
It was my last night in Delhi and his first night there. Binod had become an exicutive director of a foreign company and was speaking at a conference, which he could not leave. In a matter of hours, we had to catch up on our past and decide our future.
Binod told me his story. He had been captured by the Maoists and sent to a dence forest camp in Jharkhand. After five years, when he was liberated, he began searching for me across the country. Eventually he got the service and went to Colcatta, where he continued to search for me.
And he said that he had in fact found me.
Year before, Binod told me, he had traced me to Mumbai and come to my flat. Me and Rakesh had just had our first child. It was Rakesh who met Binod at the door. Rakesh,who had once promised to step aside if Binod ever reappeared, turned him away and had never told me.
Now as Binod living in Rajastan and unmarried, he begged me to leave my family and stay with him.
It was raining that night in Delhi, as I walked with Binod. I looked up into his deep eyes, and saw reflected there our romantic past and all the love we had shared.
I told Binod I would give him my answer the next morning, at our favourite meeting spot.
And then I phoned Rakesh and confronted him with his deception. Rakesh cried and begged my forgiveness.I told Rakesh that I was so hurt and angry. I hung up on him.
But I also heard my psyche’s voice remining me of the importance of family. And I saw Rakesh working 18 hours a day,out of love for us.
Pacing in my hotel room, I finally made my choice. Crying, I left Binod a note that was good-bye.
I know I made the right decision and that was my love for my family and for my husband RAKESH 🙂
Gandhiji had a perplexing fascination for establishing Ashrams.In these all lived together,worked together,prayed together and tried to work out solutions to the problems of the day, with Gandhiji’s guidance and advice.
It was perhaps the ambience,these Ashrams generated an embience of extendd Indian joint family,where all stood for one and one stood for all ; an informality and bonhomie that bred a sense of mutual respect,affection and trust.Wrote the famed writer and journalist, Louis Fischer,after spending a week with Gandhiji in his Ashram at Sevagram (Wardha ) in the early forties,about the simple,disciplined life of the Ashram,as well as providing touching portrait of Gandhiji and Kasturba,amidst the swirling commotion of world events and hectic Indian Political developments which were drawing to a revolutionary climax: ‘Each day I had an hour’s interview with Gandhiji.
Kasturba,with sunken face,straight mouth and square jaw,seemed to listen attentively,but I did not hear or see her say a single word to her husband during the entire week,or he to her.At meals and prayer,she sat slightly behind his left shoulder fanning him solicitously.She always looked at him,he rarely looked at her,yet wanted her nearest to him and there appeared to be perfect understnding between them.
In course of time,Gandhiji’s Ashrams acquired great prestige; the pronouncements emanating from them influencing both the people and polity at large;much beyond their physical environment.As bastions of freedom,these Ashrams became powerful centres of thought and action,where the’armour’ of non-violent struggle to rid the country of foreign yoke was forged by Gandhiji and his followers.
First of these Ashrams was outside India,set up in South Africa,in 1904,where Gandhiji was leading the struggle of Indians settled over there and it was called ‘Phoenix Settlement’.This Ashram was followed by another,again in South Africa,known as Tolstoy Farm in 1910.In these Ashrams,Gandhiji worked as a scavenger,cobbler,giving up his law practice,living in voluntary poverty.(These Ashrams though not formally called as such,however,did function as Ashrams.)
Gandhiji returned to India in January 1915.In May 1915,he founded Sayagraha Ashram at Ahmedabad with 25 inmates.In 1917,this Ashram was shifted to a new site on the banks of river Sabarmati.
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I never forgot your smell,
or how soft your cheek was;
like tender coconut flesh.
How soft your cheek was,
when I dared to push my lips against it.
I never forgot how
my back pressed against the wall.
Green, cold, flaky paint.
I remember trying to remember the moment
the hot flush of love against the cold of the wall.
The memory lives, grows, sears.
It is a fever. You shudder, you sweat.
You want to lie down, you need to sit up.
Yes, a fever. A fire that’s burning me up.
A fire that won’t listen to reason.
I will be your phoenix, you can be my arsonist.
Scarlet lips to burn you, flushed cheeks to burn you.
Here, inside of me, is a living arsenal.
A veritable, flammable woman;
you will keep me alive with flames of longing.
That first spark has grown,
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Without adventure life is dull.It’s fantastic blog.You love to read it.So your time starts right now <
The Adventures and Misadventures of Maqroll is difficult to categorize. It’s an outlaw adventure story populated by men and women who live where and how they must; these are the people who work near shipyards and the banks of unexplored river tributaries, people who value candor and honesty but for whom strict adherence to the law is often inconvenient. The book is a philosophical rumination on friendship and creation, romance and deception, obstinance and poverty.
The book isn’t a novel, but a collection of seven novellas about Maqroll the Gaviero, written by Álvaro Mutis, who is, according to the introduction and the book jacket, one of Latin America’s finest poets and best friend of Nobel laureate Gabriel Garcia Marquez. A gaviero is the ship’s lookout, the sailor tasked with sitting atop the masts scanning the horizon. His eyes must always be active. He must be alert to the nuances of the sea and…
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I’ve been listening Indian music for the last four decades.When I started to understand music,perticularly the the songs were based on Indian classical.Suffice it to say that in that period the lyrics,music composition and singing were superb.You could hardly get to listen any meaningless or baseless song.In Indian music literature,music consists of three parts ; 1’st-song,2’nd-rhythm,3’rd-dance.So in indian music,each of these three parts has its own respective speciality and freedom.Telling the truth,Indian classical music is too difficult for someone to learn in a few years.It’s been seen that some music learners keep on learning and practising music for their whole life.The speciality in Idian music is that,there are several rules for singing of a Raga.The Raga has its own difined time, stile of ascending & discending.Which is the key note or dominant note.Which is supportive and which is weak note?According to nature of the Raga,singer has to perform his singing.Such as : Raga-Yaman.The thhat or source of Yaman is Kalyan.The vadi or dominant note is Gandhar(Mediant note).The supportive is Nisad(Leading note).The defined singing time is first period of the night.Since in Yaman,tibra madhyam (sharp sub-dominant note) is used.So the Ragas of these combinations are sung right from sunset.It was said that in the olden days,singing could bring the rain or fire by dint of dedicated singing.But nowadays,the style & format of singing has been changed and become just so sub-standard.As a result there’s no more impact in modern music.It feels music has turned out to be only shouting & jumping.The present composers and singers have changed its grammar saying it as rocks and pops.of course innovation is necessary for freshness,not deformation. It won’t be out of place to mention here that hi-tech or digital technology has molded new generation into the personality of non-creative.They give so much priority on tools rather than creativity and ingenuity.Therefore,that particular work hardly leaves any significant inherence in the heart of music lovers.So listeners reluctantly forget it within a very short period.In India,fifty years back,there were no so much multi-tracks recording system nor was stereophonic sound technology.It was just mono recording and mixing as well.I can remember that about fourty years back I got to listen a song,sung by the legendary singer LATA MANGESHKAR.And it’s surprising that,the particular song is still being appreciated by the present generation to a great extent.Whereas today’s song is forgotten within a fortnight.This is due to lack of knowledge of Indian Classical Music.Remix and fusion have no longlife.It’s just nine day’s wonder.Each and everybody should be proud of his country’s culture and tradition.As a musician,I am proud of Indian Music.That is why the legendary singer LATA MANGESHKAR is called as goddess SARASWATI in music industry of INDIA !!!
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Love is a funny thing sometimes, isn’t it?
Valentine’s Day is a day filled with red and pink hearts around every corner, couples holding hands and so much anxiety about being in a relationship or not being in a relationship that it’s hard to breathe. However, today is not a day to feel down or depressed because you are not in a relationship. Today is a day to celebrate with those around you that you care about. A friend, a family member, a significant other, a pet, or yourself. Take care of that last one especially, for you cannot truly love, or accept love, until you love yourself.
If you are in a relationship, cherish it. Let that person know how much you mean to them.
If you are single, cherish your freedom.
If you are desperately searching for love, stop. It’ll find you when you aren’t looking.
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