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Magh Bihu Festival Of Assam - Bhellaghar And Meji
Why not me, Ma? Jerry Maguire. No, the movie did not "have me at hello", but the movie had me right here when Jerry delivers these lines: "I will not rest until I have you holding a Coke, wearing your own shoe, playing a Sega game *featuring you*, while singing your own song in a new commercial, *starring you*, broadcast during the Superbowl, in a game that you are winning, and I will not sleep until that happens."
Showing posts with label India and World. Show all posts
Showing posts with label India and World. Show all posts
0 Book My Soul
I can write a book on books! That, I feel, tells the story of my relationship with books.
I really do not know when I was given my first book, but I remember distinctly how I started reading. As a kid, lying on the bed, next to my father who would read a newspaper, I would identify some words, mind you - not letters, because that is the way he encouraged me to read. Several years later I read about a British teacher who had invented such pedagogy for teaching children. It was already practised at my home.
I really do not know when I was given my first book, but I remember distinctly how I started reading. As a kid, lying on the bed, next to my father who would read a newspaper, I would identify some words, mind you - not letters, because that is the way he encouraged me to read. Several years later I read about a British teacher who had invented such pedagogy for teaching children. It was already practised at my home.
1 Bordoisila
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| Had tried to capture the arrival of Bordoisila March 2009 from our terrace |
It was a Saturday most probably in the month of March approximately thirty five years back. My dad was newly posted to this small town of Assam. The town had a tiny market comprising of not more than five to six shops. I still remember it had a small general store, one tea shop, a vegetable stall and another meat and poultry shop. It was a ritual to visit the nearby town Tejpur which was just forty kms away every Saturday for our weekly shopping. We were returning to our house after one such very initial trip. The weather was bit cloudy but pleasant. All of a sudden the sky turned almost black. A fierce and strong wind changed the whole weather in few seconds.
0 Come Under My Umbrella
Monsoons are a synonym of happiness, joy and loads of fun. The grey skies can fill anyone’s heart with radiance. Monsoon is the only season when even the crocking of frogs seems like music to ears. The music is everywhere, from drop falling on tin roofs to the splash of water on roads.
0 What say you? Who or Why?
“Nope! Why are you asking me that question?” I replied.
“Good that you don’t know. Now I can talk confidently about it. It is a simple technique to discover the root cause of a problem. You just ask ‘Why’ five times to discover the root cause!”
“Ok, tell me,” I said, “why does the sun shine?”
0 Valentine's Day - A peep into history
Valentines Day today is all about Declarations. Someone is someone else's Valentine. If someone is not, then someone is depressed. If someone is NOT depressed, society reacts in such a way, that someone has no recourse, except to get depressed, thanks to things like Hallmark etc.
What is this big hype all about?
3 Niira ki Jabani
“Lulu!” I shouted and called my parrot.
“Yes, my Master” Lulu responded. And kept humming a song.
“Oh you are singing today! And ‘my Master’? Why this colonial language, Lulu?” I asked.
“Never mind my language, Master” Lulu said, “What will you say to the language used by Hillary Clinton? Mine is better than Hillary’s.”
“Where did you read it? Wikileaks, I guess. I wonder what will happen if Wikileaks tells what goes on in Delhi.”
2 Rape : Blame the Rapist not the Victim
Center for Development of Women’s Studies (CDWS) disturbing statistics say 42 women are raped every day in India, one every 35 minutes.
Only one in about 70 cases of rape gets reported. This means that about 69 women get raped before one lodges an official complaint. Of the reported cases (only one out of 70), only 20 per cent are convicted. Consequently, only three out of 1,000 rapists ever get convicted. So most rapists can get away with rape.
1 Breast Cancer From A to Z
There is a plethora of information available online on Breast Cancer--way more than one person could ever read. This post is an effort to present the info on Breast Cancer in a concise manner and from A to Z…
0 Focus on Child not on Perpetrators! - An Interview
An Interview by Vivek Patvardhan
I was introduced to Shobha who used to work for an NGO. Her commitment to this cause of prevention of Child Sex Abuse is so high [and inspiring] that she conducted an awareness program at our office even when her husband was very critically ill.
“Why are they focusing on perpetrators and why nobody is talking about the girls, their problems, their future, and about their feelings?” She forcefully enquired in a conversation with me. She consented to be interviewed for our magazine…..
1 Jayanta Bhattacharya :Creatively 'Art'rageous
(In the picture -Coin And Building)
Jayanta Bhattacharya is a well known name in the field of art in North East of India. Being immediate neighbors Jayanta and I usually bump into each other. I mostly see him working on his canvas or taking an evening stroll.
0 Bloody Tradition
My fascination with blood goes back a long way.
Possibilities of me being a valiant warrior type being absolutely nil, my first awareness of blood happened when, as a child of 8 or so, I witnessed an accidental injury caused by someone who was running around with a paper windmill on a stick, and managed to pierce my brother in the ear with it. Shock and awe at the expanse of red, growing by the second across his ear, we recovered fast enough to rush to our neighboring doctor with him, where he was examined and correctly treated, as a result of which, he has no hearing problem, till today.
Possibilities of me being a valiant warrior type being absolutely nil, my first awareness of blood happened when, as a child of 8 or so, I witnessed an accidental injury caused by someone who was running around with a paper windmill on a stick, and managed to pierce my brother in the ear with it. Shock and awe at the expanse of red, growing by the second across his ear, we recovered fast enough to rush to our neighboring doctor with him, where he was examined and correctly treated, as a result of which, he has no hearing problem, till today.
2 A Daughter’s Letter to Her Parents
Dad,
you’re no more but I have Memories of you.
Memories that I will take with me to the grave. I know that Peter would be alive today but for you. It wasn’t a freak accident that killed him. You killed him. He died so that I could live.
1 Kala Ghoda Arts Festival Part 1
The roads of Mumbai had huge hoardings of the Kala Ghoda Arts Festival (KGAF). Name of the sponsors were more evident than the name of the event. Black and White theme of the posters with a colourful Surf Excel logo looked quite interesting.
0 Kala Ghoda Arts Festival Part 2
KGAF is all about Arts. Artist from various fields showcase their talent here. Various musical shows, plays, films etc. is performed on this stage.
6 Herbal Teas and Their Benefits
A visit to a well-known tea parlor in old Delhi opened a whole new world of tea infusions, flavored teas and herbal teas called Tisane. The world of herbal teas extends much beyond our realms of imaginations, and there is a variety of aromatic teas available, which not only have health benefits but also delectable flavors.
1 Reforms in Family Law Part 1
This post is on a Legal topic. There is going to be a series of these posts. I will explain about one topic at a time so that it is easy for you to understand. There are total eleven such reforms and I am planning to cover them one at a time in each post. It is going to be useful to many. And for the rest, you know what to do right?
Judicial reforms are the need of the day in the country and reforms in the Family courts are even more urgent. A person can continue living a normal life even if faced with criminal matter or been victim of crime in any fashion be it robbery or assault. However when faced with marital breakdown a person's life is put on hold till the verdict. Hence it is imperative that Marital Problem is given the highest priority and overhauling of system is important.
2 Independence
The boy was staring at the bakery with hunger in his eyes. He had a little, half-naked girl on his shoulder and another little boy was holding his hand. All three turned around and looked at people in the bus stand expectantly. The trio approached a man with a cigarette on his lips in white spotless shirt and light grey trousers and a laptop bag on shoulder leaning on his motorcycle parked beside.
3 Indian Dream
Dream? What dream? Indians don't dream. We are too steeped in our selfish reality, trying to survive from one moment to the next, to even think about the luxury of dreaming.
I was walking slowly down the broken, wet road, wrinkling my nose at the garbage dump on the side of the road. That's what the country is coming to. A broken road and a smelling dump.
I was walking slowly down the broken, wet road, wrinkling my nose at the garbage dump on the side of the road. That's what the country is coming to. A broken road and a smelling dump.
1 Traditions and Temptations!
Two stories, both true. I am searching for answers to the questions they raise.
I remember the day when Minu came to work for us. Her mother brought her to our home. ‘Minu will work at your home’ she said in a hesitant tone. Minu, a young girl, about eighteen then, smiled nervously. Minu was the eldest daughter, her mother explained; she had a younger sister, Sonu. The youngest sister, four years younger than Sonu, was a slow learner. Minu’s mother was worried about her daughters’ future. Minu’s father worked as a casual labourer with a building contractor. So they lived on a paltry income. Minu’s job was to look after our grand-daughter. ‘She would do it well’ her mother assured us.
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I remember the day when Minu came to work for us. Her mother brought her to our home. ‘Minu will work at your home’ she said in a hesitant tone. Minu, a young girl, about eighteen then, smiled nervously. Minu was the eldest daughter, her mother explained; she had a younger sister, Sonu. The youngest sister, four years younger than Sonu, was a slow learner. Minu’s mother was worried about her daughters’ future. Minu’s father worked as a casual labourer with a building contractor. So they lived on a paltry income. Minu’s job was to look after our grand-daughter. ‘She would do it well’ her mother assured us.
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