Sunday, August 19, 2007

Sad Tigger!!

The tiger in India and all around the world is becoming extinct, especially due to the selfish and self-centered policies of some so called top world governments, like China & the US, UK etc. Chinese medicines, mostly based upon animal bones, are in fact no medications, but a misleading mixture of herbal Ayurvedic mixtures,

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stolen from age old Indian Ayurvedic scriptures, and animal flesh pieces & bones.Its the herbal part of the mix that makes the patient feel well after consuming them, as the other biological part of the mix is neutral.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Wake Up!!

Have you fallen asleep?

Rise,O rise,O striver!

promises you;ve to keep..

by you pass

when you were down

many up the hill you want

you've competants

die hard contestants

and time so fast to creep!

Walks down the lonely road

of life, so hard and wrought

even a beggar

who has to bear

upon what others have got.

Walks along ,the similar roads

a filthy turtle small

who has nothing

but a nutshell as all

and speed,ever so smaller

but hopes held high

it walks along

and wins above the taller!

So,dont you watch

wait for none

and think before you speak

and in the dusk

sure,you will find

plenty joys to reap.

-Himadri

I am Nobody.

"I am nothing special; of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough." ~ Nicholas Sparks from The Notebook.

I am Nobody.

I am a common man

and have had a common life

have had a little house

two children

have had a loving wife.

I am a common man

have had no meticulous thoughts

have had cup of tea each evening

not even dreamt of a rich wine glass.

I am a common man

no special have had ever treats

I am a common man

no knighthood, no wisely traits.

I am a common man

and have died now

no tombs will be there, raised

no stones at squares.

But I know somehow

that He is there

watching me

and simplicity He has praised.

-Himadri.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

The title of this blog is taken from a classical work by Robert Frost, the oft-quoted American poet. Frost often wrote about the rural life of New England. He was very popular and won four Pulitzer prizes during his lifetime. This poem was written in 1922 and published in 1923 in his New Hampshire volume.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.