Temples of India : Warrier's Collage 21092020

Good Morning Please read the article "Unsung Heroes" by Vathsala Jayaraman published during 2011, in the Hindu open page, using the link at D. Nice Day M G Warrier A Pradakshinam Temples of India https://youtu.be/ZguNi_AYk_c Brief, but focused commentary. If you have patience, sit through till he finishes with a presentation on "benefits of visiting temples". Also explains the design of a temple. Warrier's Collage 21092020 : Ancient Dance Forms B Ancient Dance Forms 1) Ancient Dance Forms still popular https://www.india.com/travel/articles/these-7-indian-classical-dance-forms-are-popular-all-over-the-world-3238608/ 2) Khon, masked dance drama in Thailand https://youtu.be/ZD6Zug4fWQY Now watch' Stephanie Dance https://youtu.be/iOsRwEaxvT8 3) From Kerala a) Mohiniyattam https://youtu.be/m_avP6toESU By Gopika Varma b) Thiruvathirakkali https://youtu.be/LyhL15Bm2bM c) Kolkkali https://youtu.be/ddvcOjZnDOk A men only dance form d) Theyyam from Malabar https://youtu.be/hl82nYL3LVI Nagakali Theyyam C Readers Write 1) Real life* Thank you, parachute! Vathsala Jayaraman Yesterday, I received a long mail from my grandniece, 24. She conveyedw with tears her gratitude to her dear father who packed nearly 12 tiffin boxes daily nearly for 17 years. She losther mother in an accident in Bangalore when she was just 21 days old. She has a twin sibling brother and an elder sister now 25. Her father managed alone with the help of a day care home in Bangalore, who took care of the kids from 9 A. M. to 6.30 P. M. daily. Her father used to get up at 4 A. M. cook for the kids, pack feeding bottles in early stages and lunch boxes later. He usedt toreplace bundles of diapers, alternate dresses for use when they got wet. He never forgot to take dosages of syrups, medicines etc etc as prescribed by the paediatrician. "Shiva is called Ardhanareeshwara as he had shared his left half of his body to Parvathi; but my father was all in all, a 100% mother for three of us” she narrates with tears. He never forgot to pack even sanitary napkins for usw whenwe attained "age" she has recollected. 24 years have rolled since she lost her mother, whom she has never even seen. She remembers with gratitude the 'baby care home' as' 'mai kaa ghar'( mother's house.) and the beloved sister as her own mother. Today packing and delivering have become multimillion job. At the press of a button, you order for things you need.We get our things delivered at our doorsteps, within two or three days. Thanks to Amazon, Flip Cart, Snap-deal and of course the good neighbourly Pizza Hutwala? Home serving is a big business in cities. You just prepare rice in a cooker. The curries, Sambar and Rasam are delivered even before you leave for your office.The food,though costly a bit, is home made, tasty and does not harm your digestive system. Leave alone the global Amazon, just think of the woman who comes to collect the thrash bags daily from our houses, the person who comes to sweep and mop the stair case and surrounding areas, the iron man who collects washed clothes and delivers pressed neat office dress and uniforms for kids. A girl daily supplies two strings of flowers to decorate the divine portraits. I will be failing in my duty if I don't thank the automan who took my kids to school and left them back at home, even when I was going for work. Sometime back I read a news item : "Air Commodore Vishal was a Jet Pilot. In a combat mission his fighter plane was destroyed by a missile. He however ejected himself and parachuted safely. He won acclaims and appreciations from many.After five years one day he was sitting in a restaurant, a man from another table came to him and said "You're Captain Vishal! You flew jet fighters. You were shot down!" "I packed your parachute," the man smiled and introduced himself. Vishal gasped and thought if parachute hadn't worked, he wouldn’t be alive today.Vishal couldn't sleep that night, thinking about that man. He wondered how many times he might have seen him and not even said 'Good morning, how are you?' or anything because, he was a fighter pilot and that person was just a safety worker" So please think over who is packing your parachute. We need many kinds of parachutes– we need the physicalp parachute the mental parachute, the emotional parachute, and the spiritual parachute. Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important. We may fail to thank, congratulate, or compliment for no reason. As you go through our life's journey, recognize the people who packed your parachute. I am reminded of a small story. "Four people were travelling by a plane. Mid air there was some problem. There were only three parachutes.The pilot took one and jumped.The politician hurriedly jumped taking another parachute. The teacher said to the student, ”I have lived my life. Better you jump". The student was particular that the teacher should be saved. The student just turned and saw two parachutes. The politician in his hurry had taken the school bag and jumped. Let us thank everyone who packed our parachute intentionally or even otherwise as done by the politician, by our words, deeds or prayers." *Also see published story using the link @ D1 2) A former Minister in London British hospitality* Ramran , a citizen aged 72 from Xland, a former Minister from an erstwhile British colonial country, is visiting London for the first time. He decides to skip the afternoon tour and explore the city on his own. He wanders around, seeing the sights, and occasionally stopping at a quaint pub to soak up the local culture, chat with the lads, and have a pint of Guinness. After a while, he finds himself in a very high-class neighbourhood. Big, stately residences ... no pubs, no stores, no restaurants, and worst of all ... no public toilets. He really, really has to go, after all those Guinness beers and all that trouble with his prostate. Ramran finds a narrow side street with high walls surrounding the adjacent buildings and decides to use the wall to solve his problem. As he is unzipping, he is tapped on the shoulder by a London bobby who says, "I say, sir, you simply cannot do that here, you know." "I'm very sorry, officer," replies Ramran, "but I really, really HAVE TO GO, and I just can't find a public toilet." "Ah, yes," said the bobby, "Just follow me." He leads him to a back delivery alley, then along a wall to a gate, which he opens. "In there," points the bobby. "Whiz away, anywhere you want." Ramran enters and finds himself in the most beautiful garden he has ever seen. There are manicured lawns, statuary, fountains, sculptured hedges, and huge beds of gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom. Since he has the bobby's blessing, he unburdens himself and is greatly relieved. As he goes back through the gate, he says to the bobby, "That was really decent of you. Is that what you call 'British hospitality'?" "No sir," replied the bobby, "that is what we call the Xland High Commission and does not come under English law!" *Adapted from a forward received from Dr T V Surendran. All names and details are fictitious. Still the story appears true! D Blogs and Links Unsung Heroes https://www.thehindu.com/opinion/open-page/the-unsung-hero/article2116167.ece The link takes us to the article by Vathsala Jayaraman published in the Hindu Open Page in 2011. Also see article @ C1 above.


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