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Winstom Churchil was dead against granting Independence to India. His comments were :
- Power will go to rascals, rogues, freebooters.
All leaders will be of low caliber & men of straw.
They’ll have sweet tongues & silly hearts.
They will fight amongst themselves for power & the two countries will be lost in political squabbles.
A day would come when even air & water will be taxed.
- He wrote this 64 years ago.
- Incredibly we Indian have worked very hard to prove him right.
(contributed by : user A Mohan Rao on 14.05.2011)
- Power will go to rascals, rogues, freebooters.
The fifth and final day of diwali festival is known by the name of Bhaiya Dooj in the hindi-speaking belt, Bhai Phot in Bengal, Bhav Bij in the marathi-speaking communities and in Nepal by the name of Bhai Tika.
After the diwali celebrations, sisters get ready for the most awaited ‘Bhai Dooj’ – when sisters ceremonize their love by putting an auspicious tilak or a vermilion mark on the forehead of their brothers and waves an aarti, she wishes him lot of love and protection from evil forces. Sisters are lavished with gifts, goodies and blessings from their brothers.
As the legend goes Yamraj, the god of death visited his sister Yamuna on this particular day. She put the auspicious tilak on his forehead, garlanded him and feed him with special dishes and sweets, they spoke to each other and enjoyed themselves. While parting Yamraj gave her a special gift as a token of his love and in return Yami also gave him a lovely gift which she had made with her own hands. That day Yamraj announced that anyone who receives tilak from his sister will never be thrown. Therefore this day of Bhayya Dooj is also known by the name of “YAMA-DWITIYA” Since then this day is being observed as a symbol of love between sisters and brothers. It became also imperative for the brother to go to his sister’s house to celebrate Bhai Dooj.
Lord Krishna, after slaying the Narakasura demon, goes to his sister Subhadra who welcomes him with the lamp, flowers and sweets, she puts the holy protective tika on her brother’s forehead and waves her aarti.
Yet another story behind the origin of Bhai Dooj says that when Mahavir, the founder of Jainism, attained nirvana, his brother King Nandivardhan was distressed because he missed him and was comforted by his sister Sudarshana.
The celebrating of this day has its own importance in continuing to maintain the love between brothers and sisters for it is the day of food-sharing, gift-giving and reaching out to the inner most depths of the hearts.
(source:http://festivals.tajonline.com/bhai-dooj.php)The fifth and final day of diwali festival is known by the name of Bhaiya Dooj in the hindi-speaking belt, Bhai Phot in Bengal, Bhav Bij in the marathi-speaking communities and in Nepal by the name of Bhai Tika. After the diwali celebrations, sisters get ready for the most awaited ‘Bhai Dooj’ – when sisters ceremonize ...
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I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I’ve aged, I’ve become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I’ve become my own friend. I don’t chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn’t need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood thegreat freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70’s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love …. I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody’s beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.
So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think.. I don’t question myself anymore. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).
MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!
(contributed by: Mohan Rao on 22.09.2011)I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I’ve aged, I’ve become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I’ve become my own friend. I don’t chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or ...
“All men and women are born, live, suffer, and die;
what distinguishes us one from another is our dreams,
whether they be dreams about worldly or unworldly things
and what we do to make them come about.
We do not choose to be born.
We do not choose our parents.
We do not choose our historical epoch,
the country of our birth,
or the immediate circumstances of our upbringing.
We do not, most of us, choose to die;
nor do we choose the time and conditions of our death.
But within this realm of choice less ness, we do choose how we live.”
(contributed by: A Tally Dialogue of Joseph Epstein)“All men and women are born, live, suffer, and die; what distinguishes us one from another is our dreams, whether they be dreams about worldly or unworldly things and what we do to make them come about. We do not choose to be born. We do not choose our parents. We do not choose our historical epoch, the country of our birth, or ...