tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69866371313857755932024-03-13T18:29:49.021+05:30A LifeArpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-46341686337591051402021-09-07T15:11:00.001+05:302021-09-07T15:11:15.708+05:30My garden,Indian Chickweed,Molluga Vercillata<p dir="ltr">Google out,but didn't come to right conclusion about the vegetation.Its leaves and shoots are soft thick and fleshy.Its majenta color flowers bloom in autumn.<br>
Its local name is Nepali Sag of poi jati,<u>illustrated</u> by two local accessible experts of my <u>home</u>.<br>
Few years back my house hold help brought me the shrub and cheerfully <u>exclaimed</u>,"Try this sag,it really taste good. Mondal Memsahib(another house where she also <u>works</u>) daily cooks it. It is Nepali Sag." Plants and flowers are the most discussed topics usually I had with her. And in her delight she often brought me plants from other places known to her knowing by liking of gardening. Viewing my agreement with her enthusiasm she smilingly planted it in the near by pot, kept in the varandah.<br>
It(the Nepali Sag) grew there in the pot,then in the autumn it flowered.In the few months the thick sacculent vine outgrowing the mother pot extended to another.<br>
A habitual hesitant to try out new food my scepticism to include it in meal continued for the time being. So it remained there in the pots for a year.Then during the festive season while i had been organising the plants I took out it from the pot and recklessly threw it in the yard.<br>
But it had come to stay in my home.Untended the thick green foliage took refuge in the earth and spread there in oblivion side of the garden. It pleasantly carpeted there,clumping up and down on the pebbles and strewn stones,enjoying odds of seasons and negligance of residents in detachment. Sometimes while crossing that untended side of the garden I couldn't resist the temptation to watch it. Everything about the carpeted weed was beautiful,its thick soft sacculent shoots, soft and smooth fleshy leaves,and every year in autumn when it blooms flowers. Forgetting about its gastronomical appeal for years it became my visual treat.<br>
Then this year my attention went on the prostrate carpeted vegetation.Enticed with its charm, one fine morning, I showed it to the gardener and asked his opinion about it,like an expert he cursorily glanced on it still busy in his job and retorted," This one,yes,it is a sag,Poi sag ki jati ka." <br>
Though his answer didn't convince me but loner by nature I hadn't any access to more experts.<br>
So i googled out some information about it,checked and rechecked it's edible properties and decided to tryout a recipe out of it.<br>
Then came out potatoes with this chickweed sag,it looked delicious as well as taste <u>a</u>stoundingly good.</p>
Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-34848068059909857952021-09-07T15:10:00.001+05:302021-09-07T15:10:12.471+05:30My garden,Moringa leaves<p dir="ltr">Moringa leaves or sahjan leaves are highly nutritious. I reside at border area where the habitants are conglomeration of Jharkhand,Bengal and tribal people.<br>
In more than two decades of my stay at the place I picked up many skills of their cultures specially the culinary.<br>
What I admire most about them is the their simple eating habits,especially use of  plenty of leafy vegetables in the diet. Being a vegetarian it suits us best.<br>
Sometimes I will show you,how people here prepare sag or leafy vegetables and why should we  include them in our  meals.<br>
Sahjan leaves are the richest source of calcium. It is essential component of blood,bones,teeth etc., which we tend to lose due to our acidic nature of food intake. In women,with advancing age,osteogen levels falls so the level of calcium  in the body. When body turn acidic to neutralise the acidic effect of body,it first takes calcium from blood then from bones,as a result bones and joints become brittle,<u>a</u>s body physiology works best in alkaline medium.<br>
Acidic nature of body gives us pain and harmful bacteria etc thrives best in it.<br>
So intake of leafy vegetables serves two purposes,it makes body alkaline and restores calcium in blood bones and muscles.<br>
Today I made vegetable of potatoes and sahjan leaves and channa Dal also with sahjan leaves.<br>
Ingredients are simple with puchforan,curry leaves,hing,onion,ginger paste,raw coconut paste,haldi.<br>
Usually two dishes with same ingredients we don't cook. But today I did it just to show you.</p>
Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-34289375864561939612020-04-11T22:51:00.001+05:302020-04-11T22:51:23.549+05:30Papa,diary, parentsMy writing
My parents
My papa
Why i didn't see you...papa
In your anger.... Your perpetual tiredness,which you gained,while grinding your life in committments.
Why I didn't see you...papa
When you became father of grownup fellows,when you were still in your thirties/ twenties
Why I didn't see you...papa
And expected a balanced demeanor,when you lost the temper.....while burning vin hardships
Why i didn't see you...papa
Beside giving to all around you,why you were the most critised of whole clan
I didn't see you...papa
Only time have passed and this time without your guidance I sniffed your self and understood you completely
As I inched to growing age
When I tend to lose temper under the fatigue and
didn't find respite from created trouble of world around me
I console my self...
It is okay to lose temper as I am proud daughter of my father....a daughter,the mirror of her parents
who used to do the same..Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-67411930772710052852018-07-08T11:05:00.001+05:302018-07-08T11:05:56.674+05:30Indomitable Spirit<p dir="ltr">Looking for success stories or story of triumph on odds,most of the time we look on the silver screen or to the life of great and mighty ones who more often taken by us as role models.<br>
But many stories in our surroundings get unnoticed by us. Here is one story from our surrounding,a perfect example of beating the odds, making the most from the worst moments.</p>
<p dir="ltr">This is the story of some one, a soft spoken,looking beautiful not due to her skin and cuts,but through her brain.The intelligence which never screamed in the crowds,instead she showed her serene presence through merit list.<br>
The intelligence so soothing that even the weekest of the lots finds in her something appealing. Just to start about her ,I would like to mention one incidence.<br>
The class was of physiology and the ongoing topic was pancreas functioning. The class was completed by the dexterous master of the campus who had been known for giving us minute details on the topic. But if mind is stressed then it lacks focus, and fails to pick up details.Going through my post teenager stress at the end of the class I missed some points which we students used to jot down for further reference. When teacher left the class ,I gloomily mumbled,I missed some points at the end. The peaceful grey matter sitting beside me glanced at my page,in second she discerned the missing points in the note,and in her usual soft demeanour added, "insulin and glucagon,insulin suppresses excess glucose discharge in the cells and glucagon releases." My topic got completed by her. She did it without any air around her. Not a very bright person i was but the gifted intuitive power of mine hardly failed me. I sensed and saw in her,"A promising academician in the making."<br>
The info passed by her in soft and congenial way which i grasped with full clarity. After few years teaching at senior sections at school,whenever I took up the topic,I got smile on my face remembering her. More than that beside the topic,the soft demeanor used by her was the biggest learning for me. As a facilitator I learnt that to convey the message it should be passed as suggestion. And i follow the rule of congeniality to tell,suggest not to command my students.From her i learnt that the heart warming soft voice always has magical appeal and everyone loves to hear n remember it.<br>
The soft spoken and short statured was loved by one and all perhaps for her sweetness or her congenial genius. She had been always in the heart of all of us. She had been at the top of merit list,ranking always within top ten but all without reflecting any supremacy. As the politeness was genetically encoded in her..<br>
An apt daughter of apt parents. Life of hers was really blessed with loving and intelligent parents anyone could dream about.<br>
But life has some purpose which is beyond our power of comprehension. Life and destiny tests us. And she was also not exempted from it.<br>
In prestigious institution of Science College the day was going to be really cruel that day,no one had inkling. The day started with usual cacophony, my elder brother a student of math n Physics's department informed me in the evening,one of the gems of the physics department got heart attack in the classroom and sifted to ICU. Bad news never got wrong,next day we came to know that said teacher was our batch mate's father. Our hearts ached for her, we all visited her home,I still recall the word of loving daughter," Entire night we read Hanuman Chalisha but that couldn't save papa." At the age of twenty it was hard to me to understand the purpose behind the God's plan.<br>
But many questions went unanswered."Why a superb brain, a spiritual person, a teetotaller, a man of diciplined life got sever heart attack," What propelled his body physiology to under go such massive attack,even science hadn't any answer. Students mourned ,"Why on the earth one of the best acadmecians was taken by god so early in life? Everyone as mute spectator accepted God's decision. On personal level I thought, "The news n duscussion on him were discussed enough. But it wasn't."<br>
When after decades,We watched Aamir's block buster,"Three Idiots," based on Chetan Bhagat's adapted novel. My brother exclaimed, "Mr.......Sir,a genius too used to write with both hands on the black board,so passionately he used to teach as if enjoying every moments of ..." The discussion about the revered teacher never fail to take place when ever any semblance of his floated in surroundings.On every occasion I proved an interested listener as it was topic of my friend and batchmate's father.<br>
Then few years back at WhatsApp group I was asked by one of our friends about her.I answered with surity ,"Where ever she has been she must have been doing well at her place. My intuitive prowness again came to the surface and with closed eyes I conjured the glimpse of the academician perfectly doing her job.The polite explanation by her of pancreatic enzymes floated once again in front of me. But I had to cross check my intuitive power. After a year she was there at our WhatsApp group, and i found my gut feeling was right.<br>
Her presence in the group again invoked curiosity in me. I found her messages aimed at motivations and to better life in every possible way.As life had taught her to battle hardship, to live dream of loving parents,not only she did it well but all her siblings accomplished the best in their lives.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Now she has been here with us,Nimi...,the peaceful one,known for appropriateness as she has been taught to lead life by her parents,father an apt academician and mother a devoted home maker.<br>
Sometimes a mute question comes in mind,can we be sure that the ebb and tides of life for us is now complete?No,it is not,it will be here in life, to test us, more importantly to perfect us to face it.But presence of persons like her gives confidence that the hard time will also pass. And motivate us to get focused to better the life!<br>
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Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-54511857943198677792018-06-20T12:56:00.001+05:302018-06-20T12:57:42.937+05:30"Pyar hua hai jab se," Song review,Movie "Abhilasha."<p dir="ltr">The romantic melody of 1968," Pyar hua hai jab se," in which handsome Sanjay Khan and coy Nanda had been played the main leads.<br>
In the era of 1960s when nacent fashion industry of India had been opening its ground in the Bollywood.In those time the protagonists were usually seen in the confused blend of western and ethnic wears with enough of blue and yellow hues.Even the dance moves had been getting quite detached from the pure rock n roll of british era or traditional Indians.Perhaps it was the time bollywood had been preparing to leap in the new hip hop style.<br>
The flick's,"Abhilasha" story line is based on of typical predictable formula film.<br>
A not very successful film but the song ,"Pyar hua hai jub se," holds enough appeal due to its fresh renditions by melody queen Lata and legendary yodeller king Kisore Kumar. Their soulful voices delight the senses for long.<br>
The song starts with an on screen chirpy n feisty girl Nanda dreaming of her beloved (who has been away at Dehradun to join army) with his photograph tucked under her pillow,which her loving father finds and smiles acknowledging her inclination to the guy.</p>
Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-14580271716002416362017-08-13T11:25:00.001+05:302017-08-13T11:36:44.887+05:30Absence of love,absence of life<p dir="ltr"><br>
"Some say the world will end in the fire<br>
Some say in the ice<br>
But if it had to perish twice<br>
I think I know enough of hate."<br>
-Robert Frost<br>
Rightly proclaimed by the poet.Hate or absence of love is so powerful that it can perish the world twice.<br>
Yesterday shocking suicidal news of an IAS officer,<u>the</u> supreme brain and body is example of absence of love. <br>
Love is always based on understanding, misturstanding is the root cause of hate.There is no problem without solution. Only we need willingness and awareness to solve it.<br>
But unfortunately sometimes even a superb intellect also fails to find right decision. <br>
It is heart wrenching to all to face loss of a superior intellect n body- a microcosm of Universe just got lost in misunderstanding and in absence of love. <br>
The shocking incident created "many whys" in the mind.And I conclude the goal of life should be love and understanding. In the absence of love it takes just a moment to parish even the most beautiful world- full of intellect, power and money.</p>
Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-73483155626120547032016-03-09T21:04:00.001+05:302021-09-14T18:44:58.407+05:30Women's Day<p dir="ltr">Arrival of International Women’s Day, 8th march is knocking expression in me and surprising silence on I has been witnessing on whats app group. The dual reasons get an outlet as a write- up.<br>
To choose an engaging topic for Whats <u>app</u> <u>group</u> my mind raced and hankered after diverse personalities- then iconic Suu Kyu, the Nobel laureate, Stateswoman,President of NLD Myanammar appealed most, for her indomitable spirit yet turbulent out of box way of life, her marriage to a man one year younger than her. Her education at Cambridge, her mediocre life in Britain, her political career at Burma and subsequent house arrest of 32 years. Her youthful look, her poise, her unfathomable spirit, her landslide victory at 1915 election and dignified poise to accept the ban for top position.There was allure in everything about her. The subject had been taking shape in me, and then unexpected I had to undertake the journey—<br>
The train started at usual time at around 6.00 p.m. As the train chugged off, to ease the encountered melee of startup journey , stretching on the accomodated space seemed a big relief.<br>
Around mid night the occupant of lower birth made the entry, subsequently a harsh, croaked voice pierced in the compartment.<br>
“Whose footwear is these?”<br>
Groggily someone replied in irritation- “Move them aside and put your luggage beneath.” After her boisterous entry it was her discussion at the audible limit ,from politics to inflation lasted till dawn bereaving sweet dreams of the fellow occupants. Snatched out of slumber my attention went to her, an elderly lady in salwar suit ,with cropped hair dos, "Not condusive enough", At first glance I opinioned and tossed on berth with annoyance.<br>
In the morning while going through news paper my engaged attention broke by her query-“Are you a working one?” Smilingly I replied in affirmation. The lady does not seem so crass in the morning. “Where do you work? Sitting on the seat beside me she initiated.<br>
Few moments of mingling revealed more about her. A 65 year old,retired university staff ,diagnosed with multiple maladies ,endured three consecutive operations . She had been fighting the lethal battle of life on her own.<br>
She was on her way to half yearly follow up to the leading health center.<br>
Her indomitable spirit seemed impressive. I didn’t see a tinge of apprehension in her voice. The way she had been handling her finance and her ailment without any help was amazing. An enthusiastic raconteur and full of social life she talked on every issue from her food habit to lodging.<br>
During the journey the morning news paper fuelled my the imagination about Aruna Shanbaug,the nurse at KMC Mumbai, her plea for euthanasia got rejected by Supreme Court but her fight for life went on for 38 years.<br>
Then a visit to my daughter's place at metro,I met an young domestic help- a mother of two smilingly greeted me busy in her chores with two small children in tow ,playing near the stairs.<br>
The women of diverse world invoked many of queries in me “What do keep them going in their world?” Is the biological superiority of female body which is equipped with power of creation? In the mortal world we name it “ Shakti.” <br>
Then I felt a pressing need to celebrate woman’s day to salute those unwavering spirit who most often go unnoticed.<br>
In my neighbour, I got another lady who had been fighting the emperor of malady. I witnessed her concern for the family-her eyes still focused on child progress and husband needs while fighting her ailment.<br>
Then I get concerned for the next gen feminines of vibrant intellect who have been single handed juggling their safety, career with myriad other responsibilities.<br>
Heaped with social responsibility, in today’s world Indian woman is the most stressed one. Managing the two worlds of career and home very few realize her unsupported stature in the home and society as a home Maker or as a career woman. Most often she lacks much needed support during her life- as a student, woman, mother,wife and at work place.<br>
In Indian setup she lacks the facilities like crèche and dignified place or home for parents. Even the mentioning of these needs by her attracts frown from many quarters.As if as a vampire she has been ready to dump children in strangers' hand and ready to leave the old parents without any support and care. <br>
Just be humane and think about the necessary strength she requires to carry out her the day' s obligations.<br>
It scares me "How long she can sustain the self without pushing in depression and persistent fatigue. A common companion of Indian woman!"<br>
The world is changing fast so the woman as an individual- to save the society we need to save the woman. Since century she has been taking care of everyone.<br>
In today's world equipped with education and aspiration she needs some understanding and change in family setup to sustain and showcase her potential. May almighty bestow desired strength and support to the creator of the world, the woman! Happy women’s day! </p>
Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-66072222265968096512014-06-09T14:42:00.001+05:302021-11-09T11:02:12.086+05:30Hide and Seek at the Yellow Stone<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">I love to
play hide and seek. It is my favorite game. I play hide and seek with my
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My mother
sometimes gets infuriated thinking that we may get bitten by some poisonous
insect or snakes in the dark. But we children don’t listen her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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of my house there is a strange bush with bright red flowers. My sisters called
it magic bush. Beside the magic bush there is shallow pit which is spread with yellow stones.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">During our
hide and seek game I would often hide in it. And to my surprise I found that
nobody was getting me. I found the place really fascinating.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">And lo…the
place was really unique. I was standing on yellow stones, but no one was
looking at me. My elder sister passed beside me with searching eyes. She stood
beside me for the while but she </span><span style="font-size: 21px; line-height: 24.533334732055664px;">didn't</span><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"> bother to catch me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Next day
during the play standing at the yellow stone I hushed in my sister’s ear while
she was passing beside me. Amazed she turned to my side but without any
reaction she just walked away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">That evening I was
fully convinced that the yellow stone pit behind the red bush held some magical power which made people
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I had been rejoicing on my discovery.I</span><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">ntoxicated with my enthusiastic search </span><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">I started making the list with whom I would share it or with whom I would keep it a secret…</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Till the
same evening I caught my sisters…. laughing and discussing about my amazed
expression and how they had been fooling me for weeks… <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-4570708008308424002014-03-12T16:00:00.001+05:302016-03-13T21:41:41.277+05:30Aadhar Itinerary<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">In the sultry afternoon a muse
instinctively drifted through the consciousness , "What would a monarch feel after winning a fierce battle ?...
a big feat accomplished!... and after
accomplishment of great feat at the battle… He must credite the
self with his inflated confidence! Or have he been patted his own back taking the
credit…Courtesy? Who else, but self!<o:p></o:p></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">“But
why this inquisitiveness is overwhelming me, a nymph of Bio-Science.. After all
Inspection of past is not my foray.”I thought.<o:p></o:p></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">But, in
a muggy after noon of post spring when I got stuck in a waiting serpentine queue
of Aadhaar card submission,the muse
seemed justified. As the motif of the
day had been turning into replica of sultry summer
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scene has been taken right from Aadhaar card submission itinerary,an experience of affliction which every Indian citizen has to endure.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">The most happening move of Aadhaar card submission at
our place had been taking place in most secluded place- in a
half ruined dilapidated building of the Public Sector Township. In the narrow,
dark cave like room people were squeezing in between in the suffocating
stillness. Standing in queue I was amazed how I never registered the presence
of the building even in my two decades of
presence there. Might be that was the reason that the place had been cursing the
people in its own way!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">It was the
most dilapidated building of the public sector town ship which most of
us till date fail to register without any apparent reason or choose to ignore it
as non.- existent. And now it suddenly came alive to prosecute all the citizens
for their non-compliance or ignorance.<o:p></o:p></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;"> Next the non- budging time, forced
me to debate about the happenings there. I felt that
the Govt of India or the law enforcers had impression that a fully conscious
person couldn’t succumb to their demand to provide all the asked informal info.
Thus they resorted to a strategical move- first to numb the person with snail pace work, and then take
the imprint of fingers and photograph- perhaps they were completely skeptical
that a fully awaken citizen would comply to the request.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Saturday morning and dabbling my infinite chores all alone on my own for a mont after my return from work I patted my back after accomplishment of all planned assignments. At the weekend
I had already resolved to take an afternoon nap of few hours. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;"><br></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;"> While returning from work I purchased all the
essentials items and even managed to send the fax for hostel leave to my home coming child.
But after lunch before taking my much awaited nap, I made the mistake of
calling my offshore spouse. <o:p></o:p></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Inflated
in self reliance I intimated him about my successful completion of
day’s job and about the on going move of Aadhaar card preparation at our place.
I had hardly anticipated that my simple revelation could spoil my much anticipated
rest routine in a second.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;"> As from other end I was persistently suggested
to take furtive action to apply for Aadhar card . “See it is an important
document. Atleast one in family it ought
to have. You are available there so don’ t “MISS THE OPPURTUNITY,” I was told
in bold letter. At least one in the family must procure this essential document..
in the beginning I refused to take the suggestion ,anticipating the nature of
multi colored throng of Aadhaar card applicants-but the persistency of my spouse melted me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">After
half an hour, braving the heat I found myself standing in the endless chaotic
queue of multi hued and multi psyched people.<o:p></o:p></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">The two
and half hours wait in queue seemed endless. The noise and movements of the place were of all
types. I felt that only being in ZEN
THOUGHTS could help me. Thus I decided to flow with push and shove of people, not resisting anything but accepting whatever may came in the way or in the queue.<o:p></o:p></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">When the
last fifteen minute of working time dawned,
the guys at the computers were seen ready to pull down the shutters. And lo
…five minutes before the schedule all the shutters of the computer had been
pulled out . A wave of panic surged among the people,standing in the row. For a
minute a complete silence reigned at the place. Perhaps most of them preferred
to go in personnel space for some divine interceptions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">And to my amazement I found myself just in front of computer screen. The guy at the computer
screen was about to pull down the shutters. I decided to try out my luck, so I appealed him to take atleast my impression.I
reasoned him , “How I have already wasted my entire day over there.” The young soul reciprocated “Aunty you were
not in the line in the morning.”</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">Taking advantage of the already established kinship i initiated my persuasion.Looking at the young savior, my motherly instinct prompted me to adopt him without consent of
my spouse.Thus, gripping the cord of established relationship I poured my motherly
concern. “Son, see it is really difficult for …” The magic worked for me. I
somehow succeeded in getting my imprints and
photographs by the gay but that too without receipt . It meant that I
would have to ferry the place next day but I sighed that next day I would
surely be exempted from standing in
queue.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">In the
evening I was queried by neighbor’s about my triumphs of the day. Like a lone
literate person of the planet I explained A to Z of the trick. And advised them
to reach the place one hour in advance to avoid the rush of the queue . Neighbors
took my advice with their core. Like
obedient children they reached the place one and half hour before the
schedule time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">At 9 a.m. Mr X was behind Mr Y holding his
shirt at the back, scared to pulled behind in the sea of people. Claiming the
much coveted first position in the wait- in –line. They were patting their back
and their well executed wisdom that they had
reached the place before the schedule. <o:p></o:p></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">Soon
other wisdom oriented people also started pouring at the place. Till than most
of the throngs were the educated suave ones, employees of public sector
township. Perhaps it was their familiarity with one another or relief of semblence, congregation was sighing with relief. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br>
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;"><br></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Smile was in the air. Most of them were busy waving or greeting each other.
Everything seemed at the place for two hours till the movements were of the resemblance.
<o:p></o:p></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Everyone
with great relief was acknowledging the
power, position of others and etiquette had been ruling the work place. Each of them was duly
wished and greeted by one another. <o:p></o:p></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When
the clock struck eleven suddenly the Cinderella hours vanished .A surge of
people from all walks poured over there. In a minute Mr X got dragged at fifth
position in the queue and Mr Y was pushed to twelfth,consoling himself or rather praying not to be pulled at last in the
queue.<o:p></o:p></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">But destiny
had some other options for ma’ams-Mrs X was lost in the sea of ladies, and Mrs
Y who just in front of her were frantically searching her support Mrs X, calling
out her name loudly.-----<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">IT WAS
MY AADHAR CARD ITINERARY<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;"> WHAT WERE YOURS? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-80806577607770440392012-11-11T20:23:00.001+05:302012-11-12T09:18:22.599+05:30My second e-book: A Step Towards the Light<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">I am now launching my second e-book. It is on the popular healing method, <b>Reiki </b>and is titled "<b>A step towards the light</b>". </span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">The book is meant to provide some insight to those who are interested in Reiki healing methods.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Those interested in a free copy of the book may leave their email IDs in the comment section of this post or e-mail me at "arpana52@yahoo.co.in." I'll forward you the book.</span></span><br />
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PS: My first book, "Ma Durga and The Human Psyche" is also freely available for download. To download, follow the above instructions.</div>
Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-25169673526431594852012-10-24T23:28:00.000+05:302016-03-13T21:08:58.836+05:30My first book available for free download<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
On the auspicious occasion of Vijaya Dasmi, I am launching my first book in an EBook format, titled <b>"Ma Durga and Human Psyche."</b>. The book is free to download if some one is interested.<br>
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The book is dedicated to the divine mother for bestowing the courage to share my expression and to my family for their co-operation.<br>
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Anyone wishing to obtain a copy of it can reply with their email IDs in the comment section of this post.
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Alternately, send me an e- mail at "arpana52@yahoo.co.in" and I'll forward you the book.</div>
Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-72444964282728258512012-09-24T08:27:00.001+05:302016-03-13T21:20:59.320+05:30prayer-ganpati<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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O, Mercurial lord<br>
Light our consciousness with poise</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Let the success walk our path!<br>
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O’ Omnipresent,<br>
Be interminable in our intellect<br>Let your guidence in our lives!<br>
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O’ Eternal equanimity<br>Boon us with power of creation!<br>
Let peaceful poise rule our lives!<br><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
O’ Lord of equanimity</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Bless us blissful existence<br>
Let harmony rule our being!<br>
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O’ Presiding Lord of Muladhar Chakra<br>
Suffuse us with power and prudence<br>
Let strength be our forever companion!<br>
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O’ Facilitator of Sharastra Chakra<br>
Bestow light in our lives and actions<br>
Let discretion be our lead!<br>
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O’ Infinite intelligence<br>
Suffuse us with supreme acumen<br>
Let wisdom guide our deeds!<br>
<br>O' Supreme being</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Ma everlasting bliss accompany us</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Let forever prudence follow us!<br>
Om Gang Ganpatye Namah!<br>
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Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-27445751847475334702012-09-20T20:59:00.000+05:302017-08-20T18:33:14.730+05:30GANPATI PRAYER<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The embodiment of wisdom<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The personification of bliss<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Salutation to you!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The foremost celibates<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The eliminator of darkness<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The dispenser of equanimity<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Salutation to you!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The preceptor of discriminations</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><font face="Verdana, sans-serif">The g</font></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">uide of our endeavor</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The bliss of our existence<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Salutation to you!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-30827607321914645622012-09-13T22:24:00.002+05:302012-09-20T21:08:57.828+05:30Acknowledging the feminine aspect of life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The balance of creation is based on male and female aspects, like earth and sky, day and night, male and female. The presence of both restores the well being or balance of the universe. Both male and female are incomplete without one another.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Female aspects of body are lower chakras, meridians or nadis (i.e.Ida)and left side of the body.</span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For balanced life acknowledging female aspects are important.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The lower chakras and female chakras are Root and Hara. Lower or female chakras take care of physical strength and emotions. Care of physical strength and of emotions can be taken by healing the female chakras.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">On physical level,thoughts and mind reside in the chariot - the physical body.Thus strengthing lower chakras take care of physical as well as mental strength.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To heal or strengthen lower chakras, mantra and worship of female deities like Ma Lakshmi , Ma Saraswati and Ma Durga help. Devies or feminine deities represent female aspects of body.</span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Female as bliss in life-</span></b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Balance only stays in healthy mental and physical body. The balanced physical and mental state provides material bliss.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">At the gross level, females are provider of homely and material comforts. In daily life, females of life like mother, sister and wife take care of mental, physical support. And their congenial presence in life grooms the family members.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ill thoughts like anger, jealousy and several other cousins of them are creation of lower energy which reside in weak body or weak lower chakras.In a crippled body ,in illness or in ill thoughts no one can lead blissful life</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In some of the houses women are disrespected. At subtle level denial of feminine aspect brings bad health. In life disregard of wife or mother or nurturer, brings emotional turmoil. The bad relation and emotional turmoil manifest as bad health.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">On gross level the dissonance with mother and wife affect childhood and adult life? The friction with daughter and daughter in law affect old age</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To reclaim the sacred feminine aspects of life, respect or healing of the feminine matrix of life is imperative. Thus all feminine aspects such as relations, body chakras , meridian are equally important.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Respecting and healing female aspects are like rewarding the self with bliss. After all how can a person be happy disregarding the devies of his / her life- mother, sister, wife and daughter.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Female as nurturer or creator of love-</span></b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Feminine connections of life take care of bodily need. Feminine power has created us.Thus they are fundamentals basis of life.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Living beings always need and lean on sacred feminine to be nourished. Be it an inner-emotional help or outer help-food and care.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Disrespecting feminine aspect lead to denying nourishment (mental and physical)and health. Denying them is like snapping the sacred umbilical cord of mother and child in womb. The cord which heal, nourish and transform life.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It manifest in life as lack of love- the higher energy the very basis or purpose of life.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The singular masculine even with its dynamism stays in weak physical strength and mental turmoil.He cannot achieve anything substantial in life without compromising other basic issues of life.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000;"><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Feminine is the matrix of creation and love</span></b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">- be it a creation of idea or action. She
is the beej or seed of comfort and prosperity in life.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">.</span></span></h4>
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<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To restore power of creation and prosperity, feminine aspects like mother, wife,daughter,chakras, meridian,earth and universe should be honored.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Feminine also regarded as seat of love, the greatest emotions. It holds the power to create anything.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For a blissful existence we need to honor her presence within our bodies (chakras), our soul(feminine emotions/knowledge/ moon or ida nadi), ground (earth) and air we breathe.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The excerpts are taken from my e-book compilation to be published soon. Feel free to share your view.</span></b></span><br />
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Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-89793281735296543242012-09-03T19:49:00.000+05:302014-03-12T17:18:36.531+05:30What does it take....?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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What does it take to be a teacher? A fleeting muse crossed the conscious. Making me perplexed, the airy muse swayed down to memory lane.<br />
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The quest was referred to self, but it showed up again and again. Baffled I raised another query. “After all what does it take to be a student?”Hhmmnn..a nagging feel floated across the mind, a little scary but inexplicable one that couldn’t be exactly abhorred. What was it?<br />
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Musing about my facilitator I concluded? “They are till date mystical, the unpredictable lot-god has created them like that only.” I sighed.<br />
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A bit of hard, rough, scary-but these sclerenchymatous coconut persona-seemed soothing and supportive during the crisis( after that who had time to think about them, in those rosy seasons of spring). They were with us, the students-before the exams ,during the exams, helping and saving us with bigger fears of lives-topics, unemployment and many more.<br />
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More skilled (knowleagble) lot were more dangerous(scary).Always correct with supernatural extinct of sniffing everything about you-a full idea of your head(strength) and tail(weakness),mapping alpha and omega of brain(capacity).<br />
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Personally , I always found security being at distance from them if not afforded to being at distant.<br />
“Ooph! What could have be done.”after all daily interactions couldn’t be avoided. So that love (ovation and exaltation)-hate (scare and respect) all went simultaneously, till last date at the campus.<br />
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Decade later, settled in my teaching job, with blissful conjugal life-I have been juggling dual responsibilities according to my capacity. Then on a chanced visit to my institution, an instantaneous encounter to him pounded my heart. Still maintaining the aura of discipline, in his steady and firm walk, he was crossing the corridor.<br />
His questioned gaze ceased my heart beat for the moment-with dry throat bowing to him, I introduced myself. The towering frame melted to shady banyan of summer, after my intro. His demeanor softened and soon his kindness had been palpable. Standing under his supportive strength when I was about to regain my ease. He shot, in his deep, grave voice, “what are you doing?”<br />
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I stammered again… I teach in +2 school..somehow I completed-sensing that I fell short of my towering mentor-a gold medalist and Megasaysay Award winner himself-I was completely aware of his expectation and disappointment.<br />
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I was standing infront of him-two faces were encountering each other.Voices were disappearing in space but the inner dialogue had been established. He was asking,I was answering without being bother to be listened. Then the moment of stillness reigned between us. I realized it was time to take permission.<br />
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I bent to touch his feet-murmering the last sentence-“take care of your health, sir.” He nodded and bent his face to other side.<br />
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Back in the moving vehicle I peeped through the window to catch his glimpse through the corridor.He was wiping his specs. For the moment the time stopped before me.I was in complete debate about my academics, my successes and failures,forgetting my age, my chidren and spouse.<br />
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I got the answer why did their presence never fade out of our memories. Though their thoughts still jolt us but their imparted learning made them immortal in our lives.<br />
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And then a voice echoed inside me for my facilitator. Perhaps I didn’t emulate you academically but I learnt so many humane side of yours. And on those learning I have been leading a blissful life. But O, perfectionist we respect and exalt you though still with a scary shudder.<br />
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Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-2609605053034036242012-08-27T21:21:00.000+05:302012-08-27T21:21:29.196+05:30Motherhood<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When the compassion blends with bliss of love<br />
The tender wheeze pulsates in the womb<br />
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When godliness smiles inside her<br />
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The mortal self ascends ahead<br />
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When divinity blinked to her fondly<br />
The bundle of bliss chortle in her arm<br />
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When the tenderness jingles in the space<br />
The nurturer walkes on the earth<br />
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When the fragrance of jingles lauds the air<br />
The earthly gets the glimpse of divinity<br />
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Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-1320943375675214792012-08-23T21:39:00.000+05:302012-08-23T21:39:43.298+05:30Womanhood<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When god blessed the feme<br />
For her unfathomed faith in the creation<br />
He bestowed her with the power of creation,<br />
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When the eye of humanity long for divinity on the earth<br />
The luck smiled from the sky in the arm of femme<br />
When the motif of nature awe the deer doe mortal<br />
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She stepped ahead with power of creation<br />
When the humanity looks for ascension<br />
She walked alive uplifting the joy of earthly<br />
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Bundle of bliss- chortle in and around her<br />
Divinity walked on the earth in her silhouette <br />
Her charisma blessed the space-as the home.<br />
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Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-34652945648063529182012-08-11T18:26:00.000+05:302016-03-13T21:52:08.370+05:30The tryst of air<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In the monsoon of August I breezed through the heart of India, the Capital, Indraprastha ,Dilli or New Delhi. As sustainer of life I flew everywhere.My tryst with people then amazed me. </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">In the monsoon,cooling the scorching earth I halted at the traffic signal.As the signal turned red and the serpentine queue of moving fleet came to the halt. Through the meandering space of vehicles out came a thin tiny hand. She had been holding a small flag in one hand and a dozen in other. Flagging the spluttering paper flags in monsoon’s air, the matted hair crooned in high pitched voice- “Dus ke ek ,dus ke ek.”<br>
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She ran through the lane of interlaced vehicles. The momentary business deal brought sparkle in her soiled pale face. To cash the momentary business deal her body got into a nervy jerk. Her walk as well as her droning became fast, to cash in the moments before signal turns green.<br>
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Since last year, month of August appeared promising to her tribe-the flag sellers. Usually the Independence Day would be regarded as the day of sale for them. But the scenario of flag sell changed since last year due to Anna’s movement, “India against corruption.” Like last year, that year too month of August boosted her sale. Anna’s movement at Janter Manter extended the period of their flags sell.<br>
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Every morning with her family or street folks she would head to the place to get big sell. En Route to India Gate on the occasions like Independence Day or Anna Movement would draw a big sell. A good sell like these days ensure a full meal at night. She knows after that she would have to turn to begging, perhaps near a temple or Gurudwara.<br>
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She peeped through the glass of closed window flashing her small flag-“dus ruiya, dus rupiya ka ek” expectantly. A little motion of rolling window would bring sparkle in her eyes. Her bony frame would hurry to make most of the moment. Her agility left other flag seller kids disillusioned. She knew that she had to be alert to avoid being left out. That day Monu and Ganesh were also moving with her in the same fleet of vehicles.<br>
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Watching the struggle amidst the speed, for some respite, I slowed down to relax. The hide and seek of sun rays pushed me inside an imposing vehicle. Some big weights were inside the speeding vehicle.<br>
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“Is the Lokpal, really an anti corruption movement or just a motive to fulfill their political ambitions? Let’s see what they will do this time. These are simply their gimmicks to enter into politics,” The heavy weight stated. “The weak long same drama every year, they are aimless and confused themselves. Does this way country run?”<br>
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The big eyed one retorted, “It is better they get refusal at first day by government. There won't be any discussion on Lokpal bill this monsoon session. And who care about their baseless charges and request for probe in mining scam. Politics of 66 years are not going to change." "It will remain same," he chuckled.”<br>
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Big impressive fleets, with big people inside had been heading the Raj path to take part in function. A sickening thoughts engulfed me, " 66 years of republic-billion plus populous, surging economy, two winter session to pass the right and strong bill.42 years of their lackadaisical intention just kept it postponed till date."<br>
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"Is it a dead movement of anti corruption crusaders or start of new era?" a muse crossed through me.<br>
"Whether a new party of clean people will ever be formed? Will they compete with existing one? Will a strong Lokpal Bill come?<br>
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I knew," Future of all these queries depend on the people. It must come from their hearts. But whether the high class with ruling money power, the ever busy middle class, in honing their skills or the toiling lower class will contribute their efforts to form clean governance. Or they will just move on to their lives taking corruption and inflation as their destiny."<br>
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"Or will I move in the same lackadaisical attitude of denizens watching irony of their lives? Or will I ever see a new India, free of corruption and problems of common lives?"</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I am the air .I breathe through you and a part of you.<br>
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Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-57982304563214239102012-07-25T21:53:00.001+05:302012-07-29T16:34:57.921+05:30In the land of apathy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Through the gaps of thatched roof the morning rays filtered in. It softly caressed Mangtu’s face. He stirred under the sheet feeling the warmth of it. Slouching on his charpoy the thirteen years old reckoned the day ahead.<br />
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He saw the vacant kantha of Aaji on the floor. Being greeted by the morning sun, she had already been up. He looked at her. The cranky faced, Aaji was an emaciated frame. Her gray hair were matted. Burdened with failing health, she had been crouching down. Getting up from mat, she staggered towards the river for morning wash.<br />
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An orphaned child of violence ravaged zone, Mangtu had lost his parents’ six years back in rivalry. In the family he and the frail Aaji were the ill-feted survival of the gory aftermath that had taken toll of his parents.<br />
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After that, for years ,tagging him along,the frail elderly would walk for work. The house hold leftovers were his childhood feed. Sometimes she had to beg for favors for her underscored served menials. Suitably the name Krishna left far behind in the struggle of life. Eventually he got rechristened to Mangtu.<br />
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He would still get quiver at the memory of bloodshed. Under the violent jerk of marauders the decrepit door had soon yielded off. For years the nightmares of rattling door would shiver him. The seven year old then, he was the only witness to the gory crime. But no one came forward to take note of his story.<br />
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Justice was a mirage to that violence infested land. In that part of world there were only two choices of survival. Either to join the violence with elusive civilian life or avoid it to face hunger. The place had been steadfastly turning into a land of no god.<br />
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After his bath, in front of stained piece of mirror Mangtu combed his hair. He put back it on dusty shelve. Taking out the nylon bag from the peg of rickety wall he counted the bundles of sell. Twelve bundles of incense sticks a day sell would be suffice for his outlay.<br />
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Before stepping out he bowed to the pasted photographs of god and Goddesses. A gleam appeared in his eyes. With prayer infused strength he would walk the day. It ensured him some luck and food.<br />
“As he was taught in the ashram, whoever is born, Lord Vishnu – the sustainer of the world takes care of him.” Engrossed in his thoughts he exited off his bunged place and closed the rickety door behind.<br />
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Every morning he would sell the joy sticks before heading for ashram school. The supplies of joysticks he had been getting from the Ashram. The school an Ashranshala had been running for orphaned children of violence ravaged area under the rehabilitation plan of govt.<br />
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His village and neighboring areas had been witnessing the violence of Maoists verses administration since twenty years.<br />
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That day Mangtu, the scrawny one had walked about 10 kilometers for the sale. He reached the market area a bit early. The rural market was slowly awakening. The shops were being opened with the creaking removal of wooden planks.<br />
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Till then the few wheeled stalls were somehow staggered at different places. At the corner the wafting aroma of frying snacks had been trying to appeal the clintele. A man of the tea stall had frantically been fanning the coal hearth. After a while, a thin strip of smoke billowed out to it. The billowing smoke seemed to install the show of the day. Soon few people gathered near it. Mangtu spectacled the marketplace standing nears the corner’s eatery. The shop keepers were his regular customers.<br />
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While standing near the entrance, aroma of boiling tea rumbled the pang in his belly. He touched his coins in the bag. Those were hardly enough to cover his commute to Ashramshala. He walked towards the parking vehicles to take the trekker for school. There he would be provided the next stock of joy sticks and breakfast. In evening with Aaji he would have the dinner of thick chappatis.<br />
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Santosh with another lad of his village was there, in gaudy shirts and jeans. Both of them were orphaned children like him, but now they were gloating in blatant self-reliance. Wallowing in fast acquired confidence of easy bucks they walked to road side kiosk for coke.<br />
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Mangtu, took a side seat and waited patiently for the commute. Finally in half an hour, folks poured in to board the vehicle. When it bulked with commuters it rambled ahead on the pock marked road. But a few yards ahead, it snarled and halted for few more travelers waiting alongside the dusty road. The commuters easily squeezed in between already stuffed vehicle. Then again it rattled and moved ahead.<br />
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At the Asramshala he would have the free breakfast of khichri to chill his hunger pang, he mused. Santosh with Manni sat beside him. He asked Mangtu “Are you going school for joy stick bundles, you don’t have anything better to do?” He nudged Manni with simper.<br />
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Flashing out his cell phone Santosh got busy in conversation.The lure of easy money had been trapping the teens and youths of the village, the rumors were abuzz around.<br />
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Youngsters were lured for easy money. Till last year these guys had been to the school. Since winter they hadn’t been to Ashramshala without any rationale. After a drive of twenty minutes the ramshackle jeep creaked and halted near a stall for gasoline. Both of them alighted to have a tobacco sachet, Mangtu turned his attention to other side.<br />
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Alighting off the jeep he walked for half an hour to reach the Asramshala.<br />
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For last two years Mangtu and other children had been relying on the food and vocation offered by the Asramshala. But the olders of the lot were evading the classes and prayer session on trivial excuses. Perhaps they were now being engaged in different chores. Flashing their gaudy shirts, and gizmos many of them were being spotted at the different places.<br />
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In past, many had been left the school unannounced, who knew-where did they head?<br />
Like Mangtu, thousands of children in Thaneboli traverse long distances and turn up at Ashramsala under the hunger and lost childhood. But months or year later, a large number would disappear abruptly.<br />
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Like Mangtu many smaller children would be encouraged to join the school with the help of local NGO and government help for two years. But the rate of disappearance was gathering momentum. Now a day’s many of them were roaming around with hushed up rumors of better work and extra money, flashing the eye catching gizmos.<br />
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Dip in obscurity since independence the far flung Thaneboli had been in people memories for deadly battles between Maoists and police and then for the abysmally low literacy rate.<br />
Were Thaneboli’s drops out going back to home, joining another school, or picking up arms? No one knew!<br />
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The fluid movements of children, in and out of the school were concern of none.<br />
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The ongoing strife has had a debilitating impact on the fallen illiteracy. It had been enhancing poverty rate in the entire region. Media and public attention on the conflicts’ failed to bear any result. To deal hapless violence schools had been turned into barracks by security forces. And others simply reduced to rubbles by the Maoists.<br />
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No one knew when the battle of twenty years would end by the spartan help of government or NGOs? Or will it be replaced by another insurgent faction which was taking shape to replace the older one. After all who had bothered to find out in the land of apathy?<br />
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</div>Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-71071281757853082842012-07-15T17:15:00.000+05:302012-07-16T16:57:34.938+05:30Congrates!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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“WILL I make it?” Rhea debated."<br />
The corridor had been bustling with jean clad, tech savvy throngs. Most of them were trailing the corridor with peers. Their vibrant walks and discussions of infinite worlds had been vibrating the campus. The session had just been commenced.<br />
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Next class was after the recess of ten minutes. Thus Rhea chose a quiet corner to sit and to chalk more about her chances of triumph. But it was still a tiresome wait…<br />
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“My marks are good. I have studied in a planned way throughout the year. My GPA if not excellent but it is impressive.” She debated her chances of success.Her extracurricular activities- as debater, writing skill and creative extinct had always given her an edge. “Well, I can make it. I must be positive!”She assured herself.<br />
She had called Mom in the morning and repeated her query. She had asked her, to pray for her. She knew she had already been doing it. But she repeated it out of nervousness.<br />
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Meanwhile, viewing her unsettled self, Mom had advised her to stay calm and accept whatever comes.<br />
But she wanted the sweet taste of success. “Success, she deserves, as she worked really hard for it. Will she make it, again the query rocked her.”<br />
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Ah, better to take refuge in spirituality, as she often advised by Mom to incorporate stillness for focus. To get rid of haunting query she composed herself..<br />
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She decided to pray, “She will create stillness. In that created stillness she will plant her wish. She will pray to universe to support her wish and bless her.”With open eyes she prayed and planted her wish.” What she exactly wanted to see, she chalked. Actually she had been waiting for the SMS from the premier institute as successful candidate, with congrates! She conjured her wish.<br />
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The shrillness of bell chimed in the air, she lifted her cell phone and earplug and walked towards her classroom.<br />
After her class, she checked her cell phone for message. “Today any time she can receive it.”<br />
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While walking she received a message, “Hey result is out, I made it what about you? " Jaya. Her heart skipped, she stared at her cell phone and started fidgeting to it but in vain. Arjun just crossed her way. He shrieked, “Hey result is out.” She nodded in affirmation still fidgeting her gizmo. He watched her fiddle. Hurrying out his cell phone he said, “wait mine is black berry, I can connect fast, but let me see mine first.” Rhea too engrossed in her cell, listened him quietly. “Hey Rhea, see it is yours.” she glanced at his screen.Her eyes gaped at flashing message, “congrates!” She shrieked in delight. Yes, she did make it!<br />
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</div>Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-43560793332525214222012-07-08T23:09:00.000+05:302012-07-13T23:04:37.044+05:30The cook book<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Mimmi mind was whirling; the lines had just stuck in her head. “Plain ! Ma she is too plain for me.”Ritesh had been telling to his mom. And that plane was she! Mimmi! Holding the jar of snacks she overheard their conversations at the entrance.<br />
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She regained her composure and returned back silently. His discloser shook her. How could she judge him so wrong?<br />
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What about, that warmth he would convey to her every time on her gastronomic expertise! On his every visit she would meticulously prepare his favorites items. Her face blushed hot.<br />
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What about those pecks! She felt the warmth again but soon it turned into disgust. So her epicurean skills were a just a time pass to him. Were all that fun for him? Or was she just a fun for him? The palpitating anger turned into disgust. She wiped her sopping cheeks.<br />
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She put the snack’s jar on the table. With flimsy eye she switched the laptop. She click open the file of her food column.<br />
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No, she couldn't let him to sap her vitality.And she would not let his denial to sulk her. She would go ahead in her life. Her food columns now roll into book. She had not missed anything in her life. Loser was Ritesh. He failed to see her love and concern.<br />
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Today she will complete preface of her food book. She sat on her desk, her eyes were still cloudy but finger were playing on key board.<br />
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“…My food columns are my travelogue to food. It intends to delight the palate. I want my readers to get the touch of food through their mind. Food is the source which shapes thoughts. So for pure thoughts food should be pure.<br />
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My ordinariness, is my strength, it helps me to take any color. As a figment of masses I relate to them easily. The ordinariness gives me fluidity for my dynamism.<br />
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A face of crowd without any identity! I am not scared of failure and success. It is not only recipe to me. I am ready to try and take chances. Success enthralls me and failure acts as a lesson that points of my weaknesses.<br />
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I have nothing to fear, I have only opportunities to try and work. I am ready to take my chance and face the challenges. The world is limitless so my potential and chances of growth.<br />
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My fluid conscious easily empathizes with lives around me, though myself a figment of the world. I get endless topic and stories of food which had been waiting to be told. The food of my region, of my experiences and my people….As a voice of masses I want to convey my food stories to you. <br />
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It is rather a symbiotic association between people and me which benefits each other.<br />
The clouded heaviness inside Mimmy had been evaporating. She felt a rising sunshine inside her and a rainbow at the horizon.<br />
<br /></div>Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-58427894834686271772012-06-30T20:50:00.000+05:302012-07-08T21:00:43.553+05:30Seeding the run down settlement<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In the dark, dank stretch under the flyover, the monster of modern world, a slum has sprung up. In few months, it gobbles the adjoining lanes. Till date, it has already been crossed the few neatly built brick houses.<br />
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The mighty ugliness has nothing to do with pruned miniature garden house or the posh locality or beautification plan of the city. So what if it is just a stone throw from the Sadar Thana. Slums are the prices and facts of modern world, the urbanization. As a monster of urbanization, it is ready to engulf what may come its way!<br />
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Piles of sacks stuffed with rags lie strewn all around the boulevard few days after the hurricane. After math of hurricane Ailla has rushed the displaced hoards to the neighboring metro. The hunger stuck, fatally tired drifters have been collapsing at any accessible space.<br />
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Now the place under fly over has been turning home to a couple of families. Earlier, it has been used as a parking space for dumped vehicles by police Last week only, after the years of struggle the residents have acquired permission from court to clear the place. The rising congestion and pollution have been taking toll on the wellbeing of residents. Sky rocketing graph of asthma, bronchitis and cancer were making common realities in homes.<br />
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To have some respite from the hard realities of illnesses. The elderly and office goers were looking for an open space, in the locality. The place has already been ear marked as recreational place in the municipal plan of the city. The rising temperature of city and shooting graph of illnesses among residents has been pressing the need of park every day.<br />
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But in few weeks, to the dismay of residents another settlement came in view under the road flyover. The metros by its nature has every resource to feed the monster, the slum- job opportunities for menial work, the free accessible space, support and hands over their shoulders of local goons and callous attitude of law enforcing agencies. Who had time and concern for the safety of human lives!<br />
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Especially when the apathetic law enforcing authorities are dealing with it! For them it is job of civil authorities. The civil authorities see it as a crisis of migrant. The problems of displaced, roofless, hungry hoards!<br />
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Thus the slums were impregnating the public spaces at their very sights. The inability and the apathy of law enforcers are acting as driving force to encroachment.<br />
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The conflicts of unparallel lives of migrant and settled residents have always been seeded the crime graphs of the city. The persistent ignorance of security factors are the real germ of slum. But who does care about the securities of residents even if it is a basic need?<br />
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The low and high end of strata is the easiest recipe of crimes! Now the ingredients are fuelling the locality into potential place of crime. But who and why anyone will look into it? It is land of apathy!<br />
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The concerned authority don’t heed to the problem. Then who can resist temptation of fast bucks with cramping hunger and roofless head! It concerns none! See, another monster is in its way! Who can dare to check it?<br />
<br /></div>Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-22990133074185458832012-06-21T16:57:00.002+05:302012-07-13T23:44:03.385+05:30RATHYATRA- An elucidation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">Rathyatra
the annual festival of Lord Jaganath with brother Balbhadra and sister Subhdraa
takes place from Shri Mandira to Gudicha Temple at Puri, in Bhuneshwar. All
over the country, the celebration of Rath yatra is celebrated to remind us necessity of
cleansing the self.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">The origin
of ten days festivity dates back to 11<sup>th</sup> century. The aim of
festivity is linked with the uplift of positive energy of the world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">Rathyatra
represents our inner journey of body, mind and spirit(soul).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">The inspiring
festival starts at the 2<sup>nd</sup> day of bright full moon phase.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">The presiding
deity of Rathyatra is Lord Jaganath. Lord Jaganath is identified with Lord Vishnu
and Lord Krishna.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">Lord Vishnu –the
kal purusha,the nurturer and sustainer of world. The one who takes care of body,
mind , soul and cosmos. His sudrashana chakra (su-sunder, beautiful; darshana-vision)
has the ability to eliminate negativity and boon longevity, health and
knowledge. Sudarshna chakra has power of sun which cuts the ambition and greed.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">Lord Krishna
is the “bliss of self”. Krshna (kri meaning greatest; na meaning pleasure) or -the
sacc-cid- ananda ,the real self.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">So , this is
the occasion to work on and regain our
real pristine self by enhancing positive energy of body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">For true
healing and adequate bliss the healing of body mind and soul are required. The physical
body can be healed by fasting, yoga and japa etc.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">It is the
soul which carries karma of past lives with perception or memories through fine
bodies which acts as obstacle in present lives as well. Thus attention should be
given to heal the of fine bodies and soul. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">The sun energy
of second day of Sukla Paksha is appropriate time to start and enhance the
positivity of sun energy which heals body, mind and soul.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">“The Rath Yatra
signifies that the body is the chariot and the soul is the deity installed in
the chariot. The wisdom/ awareness acts as the chariot to control mind and
thoughts.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">-
KATHOPANISHADA<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">The interpretation of Rath Yatra is infinite beyond the comprehension of limited human
perception. Every year, the </span><span style="font-size: 21px; line-height: 24px;">occasion</span><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"> of Rathyatra appeals me to take </span><span style="font-size: 21px; line-height: 24px;">necessary</span><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"> actions for
better sailing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">Let commit the ten days in cleansing the self. May the ten days festivity
bring wisdom and </span><span style="font-size: 21px; line-height: 24px;">positiveness</span><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"> in all spheres of our lives!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-67948377936478268292012-06-17T15:43:00.000+05:302017-08-19T16:09:41.210+05:30Sculpting Dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In the cubby holes enclosure, the artisans were engrossed in
idol making. Aromas of wet clay in the damp, ill lit lanes were evaporating. It
was the dingy locality of potters with rows of cramped workshops. The artisans were
giving shapes to soft clay moulds.Ma had sent Munia to bring some money from Baba as Raghu,her five year old brother had
been sweltering in the fever.</div>
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She entered into the windy lane, the near completed idol were hemmed along the edges of the lanes. They captured her imagination and her pace
halted, galvanized on freshly painted wide eyed Goddesses.</div>
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The festive occasion of Puja, she
always counted the best time of year. At least, for her it was the annual
affair to look forward for new cloth, unlike of her destined hand to down
cloths of entire year. She looked at her oversize dress. She loved the free spirit of Puja and
festivity to roam around and feel the joy of the city. </div>
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Realizing the lost time, in gaping the idols, she brisk her pace.
She conjured her Mother's foul mood of morning. Leaping the drain of the nartiw lane, she walked towards Sarkar
<b>Da’s</b> stall. The smell of raw earth, grease, paints
and heaps of straw were floating in the space.</div>
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She conjured the
festivities falling few days ahead. Though her Baba not a skilled artisans,yet he had been hired by local artisans for odd jobs as an assistant during the peak work season.</div>
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At some of the places
colorful plastic sheets were spread over the idol to protect them from
unexpected rains. The artisans in front of their half sculpted mould were
reverently engrossed in their work.</div>
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What would she wear on Navami…? Munia, an eleven plus was a lanky
frame.Her course, near matted hair was the product of abject scarcity. Her big eyes on malnutriated face had a void but still had yearning to have life of fullest. She had never been to school.
Every few month they had to change their settlements, either in search of work
or were forced by police. They were the squatters, who would usually dwell in the desolate corners of
footpaths or vacant earth beneath a fly over.</div>
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<br></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">With every passing day she had now been getting new insight about the intricacies of life. These days after going through the hardships she would try to comprehend life. Now a days she would weigh the viable options of her life. While walking past the high rises she thought," She could work in those big, high rises." But her disheveled
look didn’t allow her to enter in any one of them. "The guards standing there would certainly reprimand me, taking as vagabond." She sighed while looking at the uniformed guards.</div>
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<br></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">At night while family sleep on the pavement she had been getting aware of the
night movements. The sights and movements of night would give her more perspiration than
the sultry air. At the night, the movements of vehicles and
hushed tones of strange faces, near their hoards would frighten her. Few of the girls at the pavements were taken
away by them.Afterwards they didn’t return neither sighted by anyone there. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div>
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She had listened Ma screams at night and her abhorrence to
the way of life of the dwellers. Ma would often clamour,"She didn’t belong to that place
so she couldn’t do all this." After a while her hysterical scream that she would return
her native place would slow down. Perhaps admitting the fact that she had no place to go.</div>
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The panic-stricken vows of Ma to return to her native place, she began to understand and
hollowness of her words. She knew Ma screamed for self assurance or just to console
herself. It was a sort of self assurance for Ma that there was still a place
for her to return. Though she knew they would never return to their native
place. As for them, in their native place, there was nothing but a roofless existence wrapped in hunger had been in waiting. It was the place which her mother would refer longingly
to others.</div>
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To feel supported ,Ma
evoked, her native place, a place of her own! A void! An uneven rustic place,
with dingy lanes, full of cow dung stinks. There again, they had to repeat, the
same story to vacate one place for another. With pangs of hunger, they had to wait
for first meal till mid day. She was aware of her rib counted infancy. On the good day she would get a mouth full of left over food of other houses holds.</div>
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These days she had been feeling some pressing gapes in the
people’s eyes that would make her uncomfortable. Mother would suggest her to
walk fast from there. Some times after her bath Ma would tag her along. They
would walk to the temple and sit there on the stone under the banyan tree.</div>
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<br></div><div class="MsoNormal">She walked to the market,she slowed near the T.V. shops. On the numerous screens same soaps were running. Gaping on one of them she longed to break her vagabond life. On the screen she saw a girl child of her age. She tried to relate her life with the screen child. While watching the soaps on T.V. shops she would long for a house to sleep, to
play. She loved to watch a child in comfortable house,a secure life,a peaceful sleep in the bed.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br></div><div class="MsoNormal"> It was her dream- A comfortable one, at least a place of one room , a bed to sleep whenever she felt, food to eat when she felt hunger…," She smiled and prayed for her dream,"no when I feel to have some food or to have some fun!" She conjured a home for the family with four walls.</div>
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To entertain and break the monotony of her childhood,
till few years back she would play the imitation of normal life. In her play,
she would long and would pretend to dislike school. Going to school and imitating the life of a normal child were her precious dream. She would act hurrying for school.Walking in school uniform with backpacks on the shoulder and
sulkingly telling something to accompanying Ma. Sometimes she would play these
games with vagrant children like her. </div>
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<br></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">While walking the lean frame tried to comprehend her life
but could she? Wasn’t a big issue for an eleven year old one?</div>
</div>Arpanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15603562370220704187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6986637131385775593.post-45253165540176733142012-06-10T12:23:00.000+05:302012-06-10T13:05:37.650+05:30COMBATING THE THREE HUMERALS OF BODY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">The universe
is made up of five elements or Punchbhuttas, and so are we. Each element has a unique
characteristic. Each of them imparts their virtue wherever they are present.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">Understanding the body types enables
us to understand our bodies and take measures to correct its aggravations.<o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">For instance,</span></b><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"> an exposure to cold and dry weather
or stressful day makes one tired with wavering brain. It manifests as fatigue
and undue anxiety and fear. It is a classic example of Vayu aggravation.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">Usually I
witness, persons especially students under stress of studies and exams stay in perpetual
anxiety and fear. They simply fail to understand the aggravation of Vayu tattva
in body and don’t seek measures to rectify it. Thus the condition persists.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">Extreme
cases of Vayu aggravation slide the person in a state of lower stamina and
depression. As the lord of Vayu tattva, the planet Saturn is known to induce
irritations, anxiety, fear and impulsiveness in an individual.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">To soothe
the Vayu aggravation, measures like proper diet, breathing exercise and mind
soothing meditation and chanting of mantra (of planet Saturn, Lord Hanuman,
Lord Shiva) help. Life style changes, according to nature’s circadian cycle
work the best to deal with it. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">The five elements and their
characteristics-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">Ether or
space- is present everywhere.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">Air-is a
substance of varying state.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">Fire-has
power to transform matters. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">Water-is a
substance with power to flow or flexibility.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">Earth- is a substance
of solid state.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">Each of the
elements, thus show their attributes wherever they occupy the place.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">The three humeral
or constituents of body are Vayu, Pitta and Kapha. The three humeral of body
are actually the faults or aggravations of Panchbhutas (five elements of body
i.e. ether or space, air, fire, water and earth).<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">The three
aggravations of elements impart characteristic of human body as Vayu, Kapha and
Pitta. Thus the constitution or type of person varies from person to person. A
person may have single constitution or may be of mixed i.e. can have more than
two doshas or of mixed types.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">The constitution of three humeral are
Vayu (air+space), Pitta (fire+Water) and Kalpa or Phlegm(earth+water).<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Body
humeral </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">and its</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">constitution<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Involved
emotions in imbalances and cure<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Diseases<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Related</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">body organs, chakras and meridian for
cure/healing<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Planets<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">and
deities to soothe aggravations.</span></b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Vayu</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">(air+ ether)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Craving<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Cure-</span></b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">practice calmess and concentration.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Racy brain, </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> insomnia,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">restlessness,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">mental illness,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">paranoia,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">digestive problems etc.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Head,Crown Chakra and </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Third<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Eye Chakras<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jupiter(ether)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Deities of planet Jupiter-Planet
Jupter,Lord Vishnu buddha.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Saturn(air)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Deities of Saturn-planet Saturn,Lord Hanuman,Lord
Shiva.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Pitta</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">(fire+<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">water)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Hatred<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Cure-</span></b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">create self respect and love in life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Blood pressure, heart disease etc.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Solar plexus,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> Sun Meridian</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">(Pingala)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Sun, mars(solar plexus and spine to
heal pingala or fire element)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Deities to appease sun- Surya, Lord Rama,
Gaytri mantra. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Mercury(root chakra to heal earth
element)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">deity of Mercury-Lord Ganesha<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Kalpha</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">(earth+water)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Ignorance<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Cure- shed passivity and inertia
through exercise or will power.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Arthritis,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Dry skin and hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Root Chakra,Hara Chakra<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Planets-Mercury(to heal earth element
and root chakra),<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Diet of Root chakra- Lord Ganesha<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Venus and the Moon(water element and Hara
chakra)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Deities of Moon- worship of Devies(Ma Gauri,
Ma Lakshmi, Ma Saraswati.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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