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A TATTERED AND SHATTERED BLUE LAGOON 2008-02-18 07:24:00 The Chilika lagoon is a picturesque marine brackish and freshwater ecosystem which was designated as a Ramsar Site in 1981. Ensconced along with the bay of Bengal, its blue waters spreads across 1165 square kilometers touching the districts of Ganjam, Khordha, and Puri of Orissa, India. About 35 rivers, streams and rivulets join the massive lake that shelters more than one million migratory birds, apart from the numerous local birds; who regularly visit it from far away places like Siberia, Iran, Mongolia, middle South-east Asia, Japan, America, Russia, Kazakhstan, the Rann of Kutch, Caspian and the Himalayas, among others. Starting from October every year, the in-migration season continues up to the month of February end as a matter of ritual. A survey conducted by the Kolkata based Zoolo
ROCK CAVES OF KHANDAGIRI AND UDAYAGIRI 2008-02-16 09:16:00 The 113 coarse sandstone monastery caves of Khandagiri and Udayagiri near Bhubaneswar, Orissa, India (Lat. 20.16 N; Long. 85.47E) was built in about second century BC. Conceived as the secluded enclaves for the Jain and Buddhist ascetics, it contains the megalithic chronicles of the great king Kharavela in Pali, who reigned from 168 till 153 BC. These adjacent caves rise up to 40 meters from the lateritic ground level. There is an 18th century temple dedicated to Mahavir, the 24th Tirthankara at the top of Khandagiri. One of the most fascinating Buddhist archaeological remains of Orissa is the imposing square central brick Stupa of Udayagiri.
SUGAR CANDY 2008-02-15 04:50:00 The alluring yummy spongy sugar candy tastes delicious, of course! But, where are the toddlers and children, including the grown-up varieties, like me?
hi, what are you waiting for? 2008-02-14 00:46:00 ....there are 12 months to get drenched in moistest of love; 52 weeks to say and hear I love you; 365 days to give and receive the tenderest of love; 8760 hours to savor the bliss of love; 525600 minutes to simply love and just be loved; and 31556000 seconds to feel what it mens to be my beloved and love... (and that is just for one year, honey!)r u ready?
ORISSAN TRADITION OF PATTA PAINTING 2008-02-12 00:02:00 The art tradition of Orissa has a long continuity and is considered very rich and vivid. If we travel back in time, then we find that the most ancient paintings were drawn by the pre-historic artists in the rock shelters of Western Orissa. Since then, the Oriya Chitrakars have contributed liberally and developed a distinct identity through their creations. Broadly, the state’s schools of paintings can be classified as tribal, folk and classical. It is interesting to note that these schools gained immensely by receiving from each other. The earliest rock paintings of Orissa are found in Ulapgarh and Vikramkhol of the undivided Sambalpur district, Manikamad and Ushakothi in Sundergarh district and Gudahandi and Yogimatha of Kalahandi district.With about 24 percent tribal population, the st
DREAMZ OF A GOOOOD-BOYZ-IN-WAITING 2008-01-29 07:46:00 It is one thing to be a good person and quite another thing to be called a good boy, you know. For the record, I want to say that till now, I have miserably failed to earn the much sought after and coveted sobriquet that I longed long for eons and even bagged for a couple of times to some disinterested yet pious souls but to no avail. The newfound friends were neither much of help to me, nor clear about their intentions; I must confess. Through the much and much of the past of my thought of boyhood, it has always slipped away from me for no fault of mine and it is no better even now.Though, I always appeared to be some kind of a much maturated person in a world of the grown ups and downs all around me flaunting neatly maintained moustaches and other glittering goodies, I never ever enjoyed
THE NIGHTS OF PULVERIZED DESIRES 2008-01-27 08:32:00 At times, we preferred to head for the darkness to find the meanings of life we missed in our exasperating days full of lights. Perhaps the dusk till dawn times were nasty and perplexing, for we found to our amazement laced agonies that it robbed us all of our dreams that we nourished so meticulously thinking them to be real and realizable.The darkest nights are the times when we find the easiest means to live, suspended in enchanting surrenders and no fears of being alive in pains. The pulverized desires turn into fathomless flickering stars atop the roofs when we remain mesmerized and limp in that tepid embraces, soon fated to turn into torrential affection, faceless and shameless. This is when we whine to mutter the truths that have no meanings. In the darkest corners of our hearths we
I DON’T KNOW, WHY…? 2008-01-16 08:28:00 It is a polemic, for which there could be most probably, no answers as well- yet I kept on asking it and she, feigning ignorance often threw back the gauntlets nonchalantly at me. On other times we preferred to remain in a pond of ours, alternating for meanings in faraway lands of unreal sorrows.Can I someday cause sprouting; I thought on the lands of my longing and become a mendicant, thereafter to atone my sins. She apparently wanted to play hide and seek to resurrect a secretly cultivated desire in vain and then sulked to a fate thought to be otherwise.Though we never needed each other for years gone by, we nevertheless believed a day has suddenly arrived to lift our sagging spirits to heights from where we would only fall to the depths of desired agonies and a hazy relationship. To be
PICNIC 2008-01-07 08:04:00 The picnic-on-winter for today was what I waited for long; to go to, along with my would be friends, to an unknown destination to somehow feel assured of being alive and may be to be rediscovered of being loved- for I knew that one can love others rest of the days of the year, except in winter. I eagerly agreed, thinking that it would bring me a new-found freedom that I have been waiting for so long.The early morning winter chills and rusting relationships of mine gave me enough reasons to get ready to cheer-up and remain expectant of the promised places that would someday shelter me, like this today’s evening. This is why, I decided to be extravagant and sleep away from the others I knew, to taste the intoxicating scenic ground out there in wait, probably.The other friends, my companion
SLEEP, YOU MUST 2007-12-26 08:37:00 In order to have optimum health, it is essential to sleep well. People deprived of quality sleep may suffer from a host of ailments related to the nervous system and heart, though not limited to it. If corrective measures are not taken, it ultimately affects the overall behavour of the sleep deprived person and his/her interpersonal relations with others.In today’s hectic world it is common for most of us to experience tension of various kind that plays havoc and shatters our inner peace and tranquility. Such conditions in turn may precipitate sleeplessness that in turn weakens us further to deal with the exigencies of life. The vicious process renders us a wreck. However, it is a situation that can be handled with ease, if we are ready to face the problem as per the principle of nature
RULE OF THE GAME 2007-12-15 05:49:00 It would be nice to win you tomorrow in negotiated surrenders. And in anticipation, I prepare for a defeat, though; to hang precariously and entangled in the cobwebs of the ensuing fate. Buried under piles of emotional debris, I would than taste the salty sweats for days. When your secret smiles imprison me, I believe I would go limp and demand some extra warmth. I would also unravel the mysteries of the nights and bury them when the daylights break and pretend that I knew nothing of those pains.I know, you know black magic that can bring torrential rains forever or you may even prefer to take fresh revenge on a prisoner in chains--raw. Your sharp nails would then bleed my bodies to nourish my soul. With every passing moment, now a day, the possibilities turn uncertainties and the uncertai
THE ROADS TO NOWHERE AND A BRIDGE 2007-12-14 07:54:00 Day in day out, we tend to take to the roads that assure us to take somewhere. It is a life lived very often in plenty of familiar monotony and apparent inescapable boredom, but free of risk and adventure. Same faces, same contours and same smells-we prefer to like or rather we force ourselves to succumb. It is like being remaining glued to a makeshift web of the spider spun by none other but us. It is so suffocating that we rot over the decaying but freshly painted hanging bridges, knowing well that the next day perhaps they may turn out to be our most cherished unmaking of ourselves nurtured secretly as calculated dangers.That is why, I often thought of venturing out to walk briskly on the roads going to nowhere with disjointed tall bridges-just to be myself and none else; though I never
UCONTACT ICONTACT 2007-11-16 08:28:00 iContact, with over 100,000 users worldwide, launched a unique feature called the iContact Community that allows visitors to comment, rank, and discuss email newsletters, making email interactive for the first time and enabling subscriber discussions around email content. The Community allows email marketers to create a public profile, publicly archive their newsletters and blog posts, tag and categorize their newsletters and blog posts, get their content indexed in Google, participate in discussions with subscribers, and easily grow their opt-in lists. In a Digg-like model, the more interesting and relevant the content the iContact customers publish is, the more likely it will get votes from visitors leading to more exposure and more subscribers. The top ranked content in each category wi
THE ABUSERS NEVER WIN 2007-11-10 00:18:00 Abuse is a most sinister form of violence and aggression perpetuated subtly on victims who are usually defenseless and most often innocent. It degenerates both the victims and victors inflicting bleeding wounds and ghastly scares in their body, mind and soul that cannot be healed easily.The abusers never win in spite of the false sense of victory that might appear as real for a distorted time only. The written histories of tales of torture are replete with such truths as falsehood. The sadistic triumphs are so deceiving that it simply annihilates and wipeouts the so called gains of the victors’ erroneous sense of pride and worth that evaporates fast.As a rule, the abusers are persons with a maggot infested psyche that is largely injured and in tatters yet pretend to live in the image of
GET LOST, ERR...IT IS ME! 2007-10-27 09:41:00 Whenever I wanted to travel to relax, I always preferred to travel to unconventional places. I never go out to see the usual or the wonders of the world. My trips take me to the wild and unknown, where I find enough time to search the me in me in solitude and far removed from the hustle and bustle of the madding crowd. It refurbishes and rejuvenates my soul. Though, it does not make me wise enough to tale the stories to my eagerly awaiting friends and family members, I prefer to keep the secrets to myself and look naïve, after I am back. I do it purposefully, knowing well that it can have hardly any names. The best part my travel is cast in anonymity. I go to the places where there are none to recognize me and act as my tour operator or guide. I find them the spoilers and nothing more. It
MR. MOHANDAS KARAMCHAND GANDHI, WHO? 2007-09-30 11:36:00 Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi was an ordinary man with extraordinary acumen and charisma thrust upon him by the people to his great discomfort, who dreamt of an utopian world full of promises that was destined not to happen, at least till he comes back again and get into it. He fondly called it the Rama Rajya (the kingdom of Lord Rama) but could never comprehend it fully to even his own amazement and enjoyed it too. Like Jesus the Christ and Goutama the Buddha, he very clearly knew that by its very nature, the worlds of ours are imperfect and further that its inherent contradictions are its only strengths and realities, including those dreams.Gandhi liked to habitually experiment with something that he called truth. It somehow made him quite different sort of a person in a time characterized
WOULD YOU LIKE TO BITE A DOG? 2007-09-28 03:57:00 Panic not for I want to assure you that you certainly read it right and the innocent looking printer’s devil has not played cupid or wrought havoc or even for that matter the ubiquitous stealthy net spider or tramp bot has not cannibalized or played the tricks on such an authentic yet so called bizarre header. Further, let me also clarify that I am completely hale and hearty and of late have not taken the stinking dog biscuits probably laced with cannabis or gone crazy after a tiff with my quarrelsome bitchy wife; though some of you might conveniently would like to deduce that you have an inherent right to disagree with me. However, you may do so at your own risk and responsibility. I want to say they do fancy democracy just like the dogs of the farm.Like you, I am not in doubt about the
BE SURE 2 INSURE 2007-09-22 12:20:00 Do you know that while the married drivers are in the good book of the insurers, the bachelors drivers are considered a excruciating pain in the neck and therefore the insurers charge them more than the married varieties with the premise that sooner or later, by providing them cover they themselves might blow up the lid of their own cover. While hunting for a temporary nest, it is not different either with the testosterone laced eligible bachelors who are asked the odd question of their marital status and than denied the privilege of hiring a room. They are driven out at times with the proposal of exorbitant rent and pathetic terms. Like the sagacious insurers, the suspicious looking house owners and proud fathers of their plum daughters think that these snooty fellows always secretly carr
THE STORY OF MY TV SET 2007-09-18 11:56:00 Some 20 years ago, when I first heard about the search engine, I was a greenhorn and computer was Greek to me. Then, today’s humble television was virtually ruling the roost in my country India making the dwarf looking radio sets things of antiquity. I must reveal to you that some years prior to the golden period, I along with my best friend rode a dilapidated bi-cycle and pedaled hard to reach a particular spot of my city to have a rare and exclusive glance of the queer looking TV antenna carefully mounted atop a freshly whitewashed double storied building. Though, like the other inquisitive onlookers, we could not discover the TV in question in black and white, nevertheless it was a rare experience for us—or we thought so, somehow not being fully convinced. I took a vow, then and the
A REQUIEM FOR THE PAST 2007-09-17 11:42:00 The past is a lousy thing of the past that is an ass and nothing else, best forgotten, kicked or recalled as lesions for the making of the present or the future. Beyond this it has no other practical utility. However, knowing fully well, we somehow tend to cling and swear by it. Such an excessive preoccupation of the bygone events and eventualities of yesteryears, render us drained and literally immobilized. By indulging in rumination and reminiscences, we in fact tend to prod very hard to escape from the stark realities of life, living and today that is full of promises and possibilities. The recalls, than for us turn free leisure and luxuries that we weave, rearranging the elements as we like them to be. They help us to seek solace and win sympathies or pathetic pities, variously justify
WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET? 2007-09-10 09:32:00 WYSIWYG is perhaps the greatest and most notorious of the follies and riddles known to mankind. Sages, philosophers, prophets and others have gone bust in trying to decipher and resolve the contentious issue. Humble folks like us are no exception though they the ones who often take to the WYSIWYG editor to get what they fervently punched on the rattling keyboard as consolations, in this bad mad world. Taken for a ride is what it boils down to and it seems we never ever learn the nasty lesions even for once.Ruminate and ponder as to how often have you been duped in styles, while at the same time you kept on believing that what you wanted and what you saw were yours in black and while—that you saw keeping your eyes wide open throughout your life? And is it not that latter on you discovered
SIMPLE PRANAYAMA MEDITATION 2007-09-07 11:39:00 It is easy to meditate and quieten the restive mind. Once you are ready to find a calmness within. For that first, leisurely away from the hubbub and clutter, sit back alone comfortably in seclusion or in a place that you like to set out a sojourn of discovery, of yourself and the divine. Now, you have a time of your own and a space filled with possibilities that are positive, soothing and healing.Have you ever watched how you breathed? Probably not! It will be nice if you could pay attention and watch it for sometimes. Let it go and come—your breath, the force of life to nourish you. Oh yes, it is better if you close your eyes for a minute or so to enjoy it. However, you are free to take your own time. Put no efforts to control your breath or thought. Let it be like that only.Is not it
REBORN AND BASK IN PURE BLISS 2007-08-31 11:51:00 If we are ready to experience bliss, it will be possible to win it here & now, and of course forever. When we are willing, know that for sure, it will be ours filled to our heart’s content. But then who would not want it? Certainly not me, and I know you too longed and waited for it too.It is said that there is no shortcut to the most sought after thing called success. Throughout our lives, we struggle and compete ceaselessly to procure slice of the cake. However, it seems that we never ever reach anywhere near to it. Every time, either we are short of it or by the quirk of fate, it even keeps on slipping out of our grip. The fact is, by our craving for more and more of it, we unknowingly chisel the monsters of insatiable wants in us and become its prisoner. Though, we mistake them for h
THE LOVE-CHILD'S SMILE 2008-03-12 09:06:00 It was a beautiful autumn morning and I was out to search the tepid warmth of life and love amidst the lovely lush greens being willingly removed far away from my agonized world. It was a exhilarating and seemed full of promises. It seemed as if I was wandering in the paradise of peace and tranquility and everything seemed in perfect harmony. I plucked a flower, collected a pebble, chased a butterfly, threw stones at a pond to create esoteric ripples, and searched the meaning of love in that edge of the earth; that appeared the valley of serenity. It took me to the Love-child and I instantly felt the divine smile ceaselessly radiating from the tender face. It engulfed and crippled me for sometimes and then I decided to return back to my erstwhile world. I almost decided that I was more pea
BETROTHAL 2008-03-11 09:37:00 I recently visited my friend’s daughter’s betrothal rite. During the prenuptial or engagement ceremony conducted at the prospective bride’s home, a Brahmin priest presides over the solemn occasion attended by the invited guests and family members from both the parties to the marriage. However, the prospective groom is not required to be present at this betrothal ceremony and represented by his father, who comes accompanied by close relatives, mostly male members of the kindred. According to the predetermined auspicious day and time, as per the Hindu almanac; the promise of marriage is announced and sanctified through the prescribed rituals. The actual marriage date is fixed latter in consultation with the family priests of both the families, most suitable to unite the two souls forev
HAPPINESS AND SPIRITUALISM 2008-03-25 09:14:00 Happiness is innate and accrues from the realization that the opposite of the state of negativity, results from the external and because of its interpretations by us, in a manner that is not compatible with the essence of our being. The entities and events, due to their instability create almost similar ripples in us once allowed to enter our consciousness. However, with some actualization, we can make them inert by perceiving it as those things that do not have any meaning in themselves. Much of our sufferings and pains are in fact self-made, self-inflicted and very curiously, jealously nurtured; sometimes, knowingly and at other times unknowingly by us--simply to negate ourselves and strangely not to get out of it or to prove the true essence of ourselves as nature and the divine had des
FULL MARKS TO THE FOOLS 2008-03-28 08:52:00 Do not fool yourselves in thinking that as a rule the fools can not mull or that those who are not the bull are the mule. While it is quite cool to pull the legs of the gullible to droll and bamboozle, it is quite another thing to conclude that the fool even did not attend the life’s school and is simply in your hand, a funny tool. By the way, do you still compare the fool with a mound of ass stool and find yourself to be the only one, wise and sensible? It is however plain stupid to conclude and condemn the fool as the garbage pool. The buffoon is really the best of the persons that god could make and is certainly not the brain grey matter deficient numskull. Believe me; it is always wise to give full marks to the fools.For your information, the fools are also fondly and popularly known Read more:MARKS
MY KITE 2008-03-26 09:15:00 After years of agonized wait I finally made my kite. It looked like a massive bird with esoteric and mysterious colors and wings. I never intended it to be like that yet, I profusely labored day and night to make it.My kite, though bereft of strings flew high above the clouds and refused to come down. Everyday, I would watch it over the blue sky and return dejected to my own world of loneliness fearing that the torrential rains and gushing winds would one day, either carry it out to some far off places or maim it. I could never know why my kite never returned back after I set it free over the sky on a day of only hope.
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