Rain – Great Blessing……


Rain is a great blessing after the summer heat. In India the scorching heat of the summer months of May and June causes great suffering to animal and plant-life alike. The Earth gets parched and cracked at places. Hot winds blow, animals wander is search of drinking water and no birds sing. Then follow the welcome rains in July and all breathe a sigh of relief.

It was a new fresh day. As I got up early in the morning, I found that a pleasant breeze was blowing and clouds were gathering in the sky. Soon there was lightening and thunder. I had to reach the school at ten for the first period. When I started from home at quarter to eight there was no rain. Still as a precautionary measure, I took my raincoat with me. I had hardly been on the road for five minutes, when rain drops began to fall. I hurried along. Soon it began to rain in torrents.

I was well protected by my raincoat, out other students were not so lucky. When I reached the school, I found that the attendance was very thin and most of the students, who had come, were fully drenched. As the downpour continued, the college had to be closed for the day. We were all very glad to have a holiday.

It continued to rain like cats and dogs for some time more. We waited in the gallery in front of our classroom. Loud thunder still continued, with flashed of lightening for time to time. The sky was covered with black clouds as far as the eyes could see. The gutter spouts were all over-flowing. There was water everywhere.

As the rain abated a little, we started for our homes. At places the road was overflowing with the water and it was with very great difficulty that we could made-through it. By the time I reached home, I was wet to the skin in spite of my raincoat. Mother at once prepared tea and I took fours cups of it, as by this time I had began to feel a little cold.

By the afternoon the rain stopped. Now there was only a light drizzle. Some of my friends came to my house and we now decided to go to the company Garden to enjoy the various scenes and sights.

On our way to the Company Garden, we found that at several places by the road side, rain water had accumulated in the form of shallow pools. Many children were playing by the side of such pools. Some were floating their paper boats in them.

The beauty of the garden refreshed our minds and souls. A soft, pleasant breeze was blowing. All the trees and plants that had been just washed appeared very beautiful and pleasant. The natural beauty of the flowers appeared more charming still. A soft pleasant smell pervaded every place. The clouds had nearby cleared by now and a beautiful rainbow had appeared in the sky. Our hearts leapt up with joy to behold its beauty. As the time of sunset approached a soft re light appeared on the western sky. One of my friends was good flute player. He played several popular tunes on his flute to our great delight. Music was specially charming in that pleasant atmosphere.

There was a tea-stall outside the garden. We decided to have some tea. One of us went to the stall and ordered tea and hot “snacks“. We sat on the lawn beside the fountain and took out tea to the murmuring of the flowing water. From time to time, tiny jokes further increased our enjoyment.

Some of us wanted to visit the picture, but as it was rather late in the evening we decided to return home. We had pleasant day. I had never enjoyed such a picnic in a garden before. At home, dinner was ready. It was followed by a cup of tea. Then I went to bed earlier that usual. In the night I dreamed of the events of the day and specially of our delightful picnic in the Company Garden. Such joys can never be forgotten. A rainy day is indeed, a great blessing.

English………..Simple eng ! ! ! !


Hey,frnds…
I would like to share some silly and funny things that we use in normal English
.
Let you may enjoy some …..
According to….
We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, and there would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!
Let’s face it – English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
Neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren’t invented in England.
We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes,
We find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,
And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write, but fingers don’t fing,
Grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?
Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?
If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them,
What do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English
Should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship…
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
While a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
In which your house can burn up as it burns down,
In which you fill in a form by filling it out,
And in which an alarm goes off by going on.
And in closing……….

If Father is Pop, how come Mother’s not Mop.????
hey frnd i wold you have enjoyed it.Its just my things i got from reading various things.I Dint mean to give negative thought about English,its just my readings to be shared with you.hop this may be little crazy..You may give your opinions too.

Kiss The Mother Earth :)


Walk and touch peace every moment.

Walk and touch happiness every moment

Each step brings a fresh breeze.

Each step makes a flower bloom.

Kiss the Earth with your feet.

Bring the Earth your love and happiness.

The Earth will be safe

when we feel safe in ourselves.

We feel the mother world safe itself.

Know the joy from your life,

Make you feel free like a butterfly,

First feel like a worm…to do your work.

Then feel like free butterfly with your colours spread your joy ,

Make others help,

Let you gona save your Mom.

 

 

 

“All that we are is the result of what we have thought.
If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him.
If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought,
happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him. “

The day I (we) missed myself…


The day I missed  myself…

When I was just seeing babies .I may see myself in their faces, the days we enjoyed without knowing what is happening and what we are doing.

We missed that days……

The day we started walking along with parents holding their hands with our little palms..:-)with those very cute innocent looks..i missed those days…holding our parent’s hand..We now miss the eye with innocent looks…

We miss those days…….

The day we went to school with tears dropping , with small bags ,chalks…seeing new faces…we make frnds…

We miss those days……

The days we scribble as we know, but parents wish as we are the most beautiful painter in that place..even we now too still remember the scribbling……

We miss those drawings………

The places were we (first) friends we meet, make promises ,do  some mischiefs….

We missed those days…..

The days we will be waiting for holidays so that we may have entertain the whole day…with friends or even with parents..

We missed those days……

The games which we play with our collides both indoor & outdoor games…with parents…in cold /in sunny days…we depend on them…

We miss those days…..

The days we go for assembly in queues making funs…getting punishments…While national anthems…giving nick names to friends with innocent speech..

We missed those days…….

The days we longed for going out with friends without any restrictions…we enjoy the day as we wish..it may be more rememberable at many moments..

We miss those days……

The days we highly eager in our birthdays….who is telling the first wish..

The day we We miss those days…………….

We miss the things when we like most will be given to someone..so that we may make ourself correct out heart……we miss those things..

By getting old we may miss our leisure times which could be spent with our family…

We miss those days..

Now also we still remember the days we laugh with our loved peoples……with some hurts……

The scolding’s of teacher’s may be irritated felt once will be good encouragement today we think….

We miss those scoldings……

The days we will be waiting for our friends visit….will be felt as a sec as a hour.

We miss those days………

The days we will be having many business to do but we may think ,we are the leisure person and have a great joy with our friends in a place which will be our mark place of that area……

We miss those place

The day which we got a first prize or first grade are the moments which could be rememberable till our life…

We miss those days……..

The day we miss our need dependency will remind us we are the one to be proved best before all…

The places were we may be discarded may once reveal us to their appreciations may hold that day very remarkable……..

Finally I say I may miss many things…but I have followed days to be enjoyed and to be prove myself to a very great extend in my life…………….

With pleasure your friend –BHANI……..(*_*)

Secrets of life ! ! ! !


In this  post, I want to reveal some rare things which could be remembered forever in your life so that you may find easy go get fit to the challengable world .I also revealed some quotes which could be rare …………………………..

Clarity Gives Focus:
Reevaluate your life regularly to get clarity on what’s happening in your life.

We face unexpected challenges and at such moments instead of getting bogged down by the pressure let us ask ourselves these questions.

What am I going to do about it?
What can I learn from this experience?
How can I avoid this happening again?

Our experiences in life will expose our good and bad spots and when we polish the rough spots our life will shine like a diamond.

Forgive and Forget:

Don’t have expectations of yourself or others to be perfect.

Forgive yourself when you make mistakes or don’t live up to your expectations of being perfect.

Forgive and forget others mistakes too.

Throw away resentments as they have the power to spoil your mind and life

Treat with care

You are the most important person in your life and only you can take care of your mind, body and spirit.

Listen to your body’s needs-eat well and exercise regularly. Have varied interests to keep your mind energized. Let your spirit become calm with daily meditations.

Take care of your relationships as they make your life worthwhile. Be a good listener to appreciate their thoughts and opinions.

Value their presence and express your appreciation.

The most my Lovable 3 words:

It’s My Choice

It’s my choice – these 3 words hold much value and is worth remembering when we need to take a decision!

It’s My Choice to learn from my failures or blame for the failure
It’s My Choice to move on or stay stuck in bad situation
It’s My Choice to bear with pain or take action to feel better
It’s My Choice to express my views or just keep quiet
It’s My Choice to count my blessings or count my misfortunes

All our decisions and reactions are our choices and it is with our choices that we create our life.

 Another almost all peoples lovable 3 words:

Nothing Is Impossible

“Nothing Is Impossible” is an attitude that will help us excel in whatever we do.

We can achieve our Goals and dreams with this attitude of believing NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE

Famous 4 Word Quotes:

“What’s done is done.”
~ William Shakespeare ~

“This too, shall pass.”
~ Bible ~

“Courage doesn’t always roar.”
~ Mary Anne Radmacher ~

“Nothing endures but change.”
~ Heraclitus ~

“No Feeling is final”
~ Rainer Marie Rilke ~

“You are your choices.”
~ Seneca ~

4 Word Sayings:

“Whatever happens, take responsibility.”
~Tony Robbins ~

“Dance lightly with life.”
~ Jonathan Lockwood Huie ~

“Earth laughs in flowers.”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~

“Happiness Is A Choice.”
~ Barry Neil Kaufman ~

Four Word Inspirational Quotes:

“Creativity Is Like Electricity”
~ Maya Angelou ~

“Happiness depends upon ourselves”
~ Aristotle ~

“Nothing recedes like success.”
~ Walter Winchell ~

“Success can’t be forced.”
~ Loretta Young ~

“Be Curious,not judgemental”
~ Walt Whitman ~

“Nature is my medicine.”
~ Sara Moss-Wolfe ~

Four Worded Quotes:

“In Dreams Begin Responsibilities.”
~ Delmore Schwartz ~

“Aim for the highest.”
~ Andrew Carnegie ~

“Beginnings are always messy”
~ John Galsworth ~

“Talent works, genius creates.”
~ Robert Schumann ~

“Wisdom begins in wonder.”
~ Socrates ~

“A mother’s love liberates.”
~ Maya Angelou ~

5 Word Inspirational Quotes:

We are what we think.
~ Buddha ~

Powerful Dreams Inspire Powerful Action.
~Jonathan Lockwood Huie ~

I think therefore I am.
~ Rene Descartes ~

All limitations are self imposed.
~ Oliver Wendell Holmes ~

Imagination is greater than detail.
~ Albert Einstein ~

“Success is yours” when you….

“Remember the past, plan for the future, but live for today, because yesterday is gone and tomorrow may never come.”
~ Luke ~

A Message in just 3 words…
“Remember to Live!”
~ Goethe ~

“There is always a way-if you’re committed. ”
~ Anthony Robbins ~

3 words to describe your success…

“Inches make champions.”
~Vince Lombardi ~

“Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”
~ Unknown ~

Three words that remind you to do this…
“Seize the day!”
~ Horace ~

Thus i may conclude by saying success  is the word which could not be replaced by any other word .I may not be correct in all you may have your suggetions so that i may correct it.

– your friend

Gitanjali-I


I was an starter to reveal these like poems to give thoughts to other, let you may have your chance to reveal my mistakes.

I may give the line from GItanjali’s

A Brief introduction

A FEW DAYS ago I said to a distinguished Bengali doctor of medicine, ‘I know no German, yet if a translation of a German poet had moved me, I would go to the British Museum and find books in English that would tell me something of his life, and of the history of his thought. But though these prose translations from Rabindra Nath Tagore have stirred my blood as nothing has for years, I shall not know anything of his life, and of the movements of thought that have made them possible, if some Indian traveller will not tell mp.’ It seemed to him natural that I should he moved, for he said, ‘I read Rabindra Nath every day, to read one line of his is to forget all the troubles of the world.’ I said, ‘An Englishman living in London in the reign of Richard the Second, had he been shown translations from Petrarch or from Dante, would have found no books to answer his questions, but would have questioned some Florentine banker or Lombard merchant as I question you. For all I know, so abundant and simple is this poetry, the new renaissance has been born in your country and I shall never know of it except by hearsay.’ He answered, ‘We have other poets, but none that are his equal; we call this the epoch of Rabindra Nath. No poet seems to me as famous in Europe as he is among us. He is as great in music as in poetry, and his songs are sung from the west of India into Burmah wherever Bengali is spoken. He was already famous at nineteen when he wrote his first novel; and plays, written when he was but little older, are still played in Calcutta. I so much admire the completeness of his life; when he was very young he wrote much of natural objects, he would sit all day in his garden; from his twenty-fifth year or so to his thirty-fifth perhaps, when he had a great sorrow, he wrote the most beautiful love poetry in our language’, and then he said with deep emotion, ‘words can never express what I owed at seventeen to his love poetry. After that his art grew deeper, it became religious and philosophical; all the aspirations of mankind are in his hymns. He is the first among our saints who has not refused to live, but has spoken out of Life itself, and that is why we give him our love.’ I may have changed his well-chosen words in my memory but not his thought: ‘A little while ago he was to read divine service in one of our churches-we of the Brahma Samaj use your word “church” in English-it was the largest in Calcutta and not only was it crowded, people even standing in the windows, but the streets were all but impassable because of the people.’

Other Indians came to see me and their reverence for this man sounded strange in our world, where we hide great and little things under the same veil of obvious comedy and half serious depreciation. When we were making the cathedrals had we a like reverence for our great men? ‘Every morning at three-I know for I have seen it’-one said to me, ‘he sits immovable in contemplation, and for two hours does not awake from his reverie upon the nature of God. His father the Maha Rishi would sometimes sit there all through the next day; once, upon a river, he fell into contemplation because of the beauty of the landscape, and the rowers waited for eight hours before they could continue their journey.’ He then told me of Mr Tagore’s family and how for generations great men have come out of its cradles. ‘Today,’ he said, ‘there are Gogonendranath and Abanindranath Tagore, who are artists; and Dwijendranath, Rabindra Nath’s brother, who is a great philosopher. The squirrels come from the boughs and climb on to his knees and the birds alight upon his hands.’ I notice in these men’s thought a sense of visible beauty and meaning as though they held that doctrine of Nietzsche that we must not believe in the moral or intellectual beauty which does not sooner or later impress itself upon physical things. I said, ‘In the East you know how to keep a family illustrious. The other day the curator of a Museum pointed out to me a little dark-skinned man who was arranging their Chinese prints and said, “That is the hereditary connoisseur of the Mikado, he is the fourteenth of his family to hold the post.” ‘ He answered. ‘When Rabindra Nath was a boy he had all round him in his home literature and music.’ I thought of the abundance, of the simplicity of the poems, and said, ‘In your country is there much propagandist writing, much criticism? We have to do so much, especially in my own country, that our minds gradually, cease to be creative, and yet we cannot help it. If our life was not a continual warfare, we would not have taste, we would not know what is good, we would not find hearers and readers. Four-fifths of our energy is spent in the quarrel with had taste, whether in our own minds or in the minds of others.’ ‘I understand,’ he replied, ‘we too have our propagandist writing. In the villages they recite long mythological poems adapted from the Sanscrit in the Middle Ages, and they often insert passages telling the people that they must do their duties.

by these intro could not finish his writting yet, we may see side by bide the short verse..

Little Flute
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail
vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales,
and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in
joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine.
Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.