Posted in #poem

First Rains… 2

The cold winds and the water falling from above,

Gets us drenched with a feeling of oneness and love…

Let us all dance and talk and play in this first rain,

Let us keep aside our inhibitions and brain…

Happy Monsoons…

This is what I had written last year, but the experience this year has been completely different.

Waiting at my window sill,

Watch the water droplets drip,

Dancing as if it is a drill,

Love the drop upon my lip…

I am fine no need of a pill,

The winds blow as they whip,

My life is great, no need of a fill,

Get out and love is the tip…

Am trying to write something in a different way. Maybe the poem might not make sense as a whole, but read the alternate lines and they tell a different story. You will find poem in line 1,3,5 and 7 as well as in line 2,4,6 and 8.

Please drop a message telling me if you liked it or suggesting some other ways to do my poems. Always open for love and criticism.

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Limerick – 3

The art of mixing sugar, milk and tea

And the art of washing cups, to see

One to be prepared by you

The other be done by me,

Isn’t that what’s called a happy family?

Just a small state of affairs at all homes during lockdown. The otherwise trifle matter of making tea and washing cups have become a point of discussions with the range from how to wash them and which is the right method to wash the.

Making tea is an art. There are two ways practised in India. One add tea to boiling milk or second add milk to boiling tea. Both have their own different tastes, so I consider making tea an art. Even the Japanese would agree with me!ЁЯЩГ

Regarding washing cups being an art, ask the lady of your house, if you havent understand it till now. No one male would have been left without this experience during the lockdown days.

So just laugh and enjoy your tea!!!

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рд░реВрджреНрд░рд╛рд╡рддрд╛рд░…

Representational picture

рд╢рд┐рд╡рдЬреА рдиреЗ рддреАрд╕рд░реА рдЖрдБрдЦ рдЦреЛрд▓ рд▓реА рд╣реИ,

рдХреИрд▓рд╛рд╕ рд╕рдореЗрдд рдкреГрдереНрд╡реА рдЕрдм рдбреЛрд▓реЗрдЧреАред

рдорд╛рддреГрднреВрдорд┐ рдХреЗ рд╡реАрд░ рдЬрд╡рд╛рдиреЛрдВ рдиреЗ рдХрд▓ рдЦреЗрд▓реА рд╣реЛрд▓реА рд╣реИ,

рдЕрдм рдЪреАрди рд╣реА рдХреНрдпрд╛! рд╕рд╛рд░реА рджреБрдирд┐рдпрд╛ рдЪрд░рдг рдЪреВрдореЗрдЧреАредред

рдЬрд╛рдЧреЛ рдорд╛рдБ рдХреЗ рд╕рдкреВрддреЛрдВ рдЬрд╛рдЧреЛ,

рд╕рдордп рдмреАрддрд╛ рдЕрдм рд╕реЛрдиреЗ рдХрд╛ред

рджреЗрд╢ рдХреЗ рд╡реАрд░ рдЬрд╡рд╛рдиреЛрдВ рдиреЗ рдХрд▓ рдЬрд╛рди рдХреА рдмрд╛рдЭреА рд▓рдЧрд╛ рджреА,

рдЕрдм рд╕рдордп рдЖрдпрд╛, рд╣рд╡рди рдХрд░, рдЕрдкрдиреА рд╕рдорд┐рдзрд╛ рдХрд╛редред

рд░рд╛рд╖реНрдЯреНрд░ рдорд╛рдВрдЧ рд░рд╣рд╛ рд╣реИ рдЖрдЬ рд╣рдорд╕реЗ,

рдЖрдУ рджреЗрдВ рд╣рдо рднреА рдмрд▓рд┐рджрд╛рдиред

рдПрдХ рдПрдХ рдЗрдВрдЪ рдЗрд╕ рдЬрдореАрди рдХреЛ рдЕрд░рд┐рдореБрдХреНрдд рдХрд░реЗрдВ,

рдпрд╣реА рд╣реИ рд╕рд┐рдВрдзреБ рд╕рдВрд╕реНрдХреГрддрд┐ рдХреА рдкрд╣рдЪрд╛рдиредред

рдЕрдкрдиреА рдорд╛рдБ рдХреЛ рдХреЛрдИ рдХреИрд╕реИ рдЖрдБрдЦ рджрд┐рдЦрд╛рдП?

рд╣рдо рдЙрд╕ рдЖрдБрдЦ рдХреЛ рдиреЛрдВрдЪ рд▓реЗрдВрдЧреЗред

рдЕрдм рдирд╛ рдХреЛрдИ рд╣рдореЗрдВ рд╢рд╛рдВрддрд┐ рд╕рд┐рдЦрд╛рдП!

рд╣рдо рдЕрдкрдирд╛ рд░рд╛рд╕реНрддрд╛ рдЪреВрди рд▓реЗрдВрдЧреЗредред

Dedicated to the 20 Soldiers who sacrificed their life towards their duty towards Motherland India.

I know it might not sound as a perfect poetry, but at the same time would not like to mince my words so have left it as it is without worrying about its metre.

Jai Hind!!!

Posted in #haiku, #poem

Haiku – Series 2 #2

Hope, the sole factor

Keeps a person going strong,

And achieve his goals…

The days of Unlock 1.0 are passing by and we can see people rushing to their jobs not only to earn but a zest and enthusiasm of positivity to survive and live.

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Poem #26

Today I want to express my gratitude to all my students, past and present who have cooperated with us during all these times. With you all being there has always kept us young and always in the mode of learning.

My Students…

I dont why but I always wanted to be Teacher,

My parents despised this decision in worry of my future,

The idea of learning, all negativity to withstand,

Is the driving force of my passion, hope all understand…

The smiling face of my kids with questions ready,

Thir opening up with their likes, though slow and steady,

Their dislikes too need to be understood and heard,

So that they do not become the part of the herd…

I just love the days that I spend with my students,

Kids they are, facile, not a hint of fraudulence,

They make me noble and drive out my aggresion

For that’s the reason, that am a teacher by profession…

TYSM KIDS…

Am also a proud father of my son as he is my student too. A dedicated boy of this generation who is a normal child and is moulding me to becoming a better dad and a teacher.

Posted in general

World Environment Day

E – Earth

N – Never

V – Vilifies

I – Instead

R – Radiates

O – Openmindedness and

N – Nourishment,

M – Mentors

E – Empathy and

N – Nobility

T – Till eternity

Just tried to make an acrostic today.

Was thinking of what to write about Environment and also preparing for my lectures of Grammer where I chanced upon this idea of making an acrostic.

Wishing you all a very Happy Environment Day.

Just hope that we care for our environment the way we have cared during the last few months and also for years to come!!!

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Poem #25

Never Give Up…

It was a day of tensed emotions,

The danger was coming over the ocean.

But the cyclone never hit the mumbai land,

It just caressed Mumbai with a soft hand.

The spirit and zest of her citizens is well known,

It never wavers nor leaves anyone alone.

They take care of every stray kitten and pup,

As they are indomitable and never give up…

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Poem #24

UNLOCK 1

Lock or unlock

But please dont flock

Is the appeal from the PM…

Run or walk

But please do not talk

Is the new anthem…

Open shops on one side,

And close all on the other,

Is the new diktat of the CM…

Malls, salons and schools wont open,

But Hotels, Restaurants will reopen,

Let us understand the arrangement…

Food clothing and shelter are always the basic needs,

But we all want to educate and make a plant of our seeds,

We never want to understand the natural system…

Posted in personality

Veer Savarkar – 3

A birthday of a giant thinker.

A freedom fighter.

A rationalist Hindu to the core.

A person who has been strict and disciplined with himself for life.

A person who loves his Matrubhumi like anything else and would leave everything for Her.

Have already written about this great personality, none other than Savarkar. A basic introduction which I have already given in my preceding blogs yesterday and day before.

Today, we look at this towering personality as a family man.

Son of Damodar and Radhabhai Savarkar (Tatyarao) had three siblings, Ganesh (Babarao), Narayan and a sister, Maina. All dedicated their lives to India.

The relationship Tatyarao shared with Babarao is a guiding light to all the siblings around India today. Babarao, himself, is a freedom fighter and is caught for organising the youth against the British and sent to Kalaa Paani at the Andaman and Nicobar cellular jail. Vinayak also reaches the same jail in a few years for plotting against the British. After a few months, Vinayak finds out that Babarao is in the same jail, he longs to meet him. My readers may think, if they are in the same jail, how come they didn’t meet? Well, the interns of the jail are not allowed to meet each other. Even during lunch time, they are not allowed to talk to each other. But Vinayak, finds out a way and meets his brother during lunch. A conversation takes place with the help of the eyes, and the two brothers are united after a gap of many years.Narayan, the youngest sibling, has taken upon himself, the responsibility of the family, when both his elder brothers are in jail. He has been through many hardships too. It was during the time when Tatyarao was in jail, that his young son passes away. It is then, that Narayan takes care of his sister-in-law and looks after the family.

The Savarkar Brothers

Tatyarao is married to Yamunabai, through whom he has a child, a baby boy. When he hears about the child’s demise, he is pained and it is said that it is during one of these days, he penned the poem “Ne Majshi Ne Parat Matrubhumila”.

рдиреЗ рдордЬрд╕реА рдиреЗ рдкрд░рдд рдорд╛рддреГрднреВрдореАрд▓рд╛ рд╕рд╛рдЧрд░рд╛ рдкреНрд░рд╛рдг рддрд│рдорд│рд▓рд╛ реердзреГрее
рднреВрдорд╛рддреЗрдЪреНрдпрд╛ рдЪрд░рдгрддрд▓рд╛ рддреБрдЬ рдзреВрддрд╛ рдореА рдирд┐рддреНрдп рдкрд╛рд╣рд┐рд▓рд╛ рд╣реЛрддрд╛
рдордЬ рд╡рджрд▓рд╛рд╕реА рдЕрдиреНрдп рджреЗрд╢рд┐ рдЪрд▓ рдЬрд╛рдК рд╕реГрд╖реНрдЯрд┐рдЪреА рд╡рд┐рд╡рд┐рдзрддрд╛ рдкрд╛рд╣реВ
рддреИрдВ рдЬрдирдиреАрд╣реГрджреН рд╡рд┐рд░рд╣рд╢рдВрдХрд┐рддрд╣рд┐ рдЭрд╛рд▓реЗ рдкрд░рд┐ рддреБрд╡рд╛рдВ рд╡рдЪрди рддрд┐рдЬ рджрд┐рдзрд▓реЗ
рдорд╛рд░реНрдЧрдЬреНрдЮ рд╕реНрд╡рдпреЗ рдореАрдЪ рдкреГрд╖реНрдард┐ рд╡рд╛рд╣реАрди рддреНрд╡рд░рд┐рдд рдпрд╛ рдкрд░рдд рдЖрдгреАрди
рд╡рд┐рд╢реНрд╡рд╕рд▓реЛ рдпрд╛ рддрд╡ рд╡рдЪрдиреА рдореА рдЬрдЧрджреНрдиреБрднрд╡рдпреЛрдЧреЗ рдмрдиреБрдиреА рдореА
рддрд╡ рдЕрдзрд┐рдХ рд╢рдХреНрддреА рдЙрджреНрдзрд░рдгреА рдореА рдпреЗрдИрди рддреНрд╡рд░реЗ рдХрдереБрдирд┐ рд╕реЛрдбрд┐рд▓реЗ рддрд┐рдЬрд▓рд╛ рее
рд╕рд╛рдЧрд░рд╛ рдкреНрд░рд╛рдг рддрд│рдорд│рд▓рд╛
рд╢реБрдХ рдкрдВрдЬрд░рд┐ рд╡рд╛ рд╣рд░рд┐рдг рд╢рд┐рд░рд╛рд╡рд╛ рдкрд╛рд╢реА рд╣реА рдлрд╕рдЧрдд рдЭрд╛рд▓реА рддреИрд╢реА
рднреВрд╡рд┐рд░рд╣ рдХрд╕рд╛ рд╕рддрдд рд╕рд╛рд╣реБ рдпрд╛ рдкреБрдврддреА рджрд╢рджрд┐рд╢рд╛ рддрдореЛрдордп рд╣реЛрддреА
рдЧреБрдгрд╕реБрдордиреЗ рдореА рд╡реЗрдЪрд┐рдпрд▓реА рдпрд╛ рднрд╛рд╡реЗ рдХреА рддрд┐рдиреЗ рд╕реБрдЧрдВрдзрд╛ рдШреНрдпрд╛рд╡реЗ
рдЬрд░рд┐ рдЙрджреНрдзрд░рдгреА рд╡реНрдпрдп рди рддрд┐рдЪреНрдпрд╛ рд╣реЛ рд╕рд╛рдЪрд╛ рд╣рд╛ рд╡реНрдпрд░реНрде рднрд╛рд░ рд╡рд┐рджреНрдпреЗрдЪрд╛
рддреА рдЖрдореНрд░рд╡реГрдХреНрд╖рд╡рддреНрд╕рд▓рддрд╛ рд░реЗ рдирд╡рдХреБрд╕реБрдордпреБрддрд╛ рддреНрдпрд╛ рд╕реБрд▓рддрд╛ рд░реЗ
рддреЛ рдмрд╛рд▓ рдЧреБрд▓рд╛рдмрд╣рд┐ рдЖрддрд╛ рд░реЗ рдлреБрд▓рдмрд╛рдЧ рдорд▓рд╛ рд╣рд╛рдп рдкрд╛рд░рдЦрд╛ рдЭрд╛рд▓рд╛ рее
рд╕рд╛рдЧрд░рд╛ рдкреНрд░рд╛рдг рддрд│рдорд│рд▓рд╛
рдирднрд┐ рдирдХреНрд╖рддреНрд░реЗ рдмрд╣реБрдд рдПрдХ рдкрд░рд┐ рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░рд╛ рдордЬ рднрд░рддрднреВрдорд┐рдЪрд╛ рддрд╛рд░рд╛
рдкреНрд░рд╛рд╕рд╛рдж рдЗрдереЗ рднрд╡реНрдп рдкрд░реА рдордЬ рднрд╛рд░реА рдЖрдИрдЪреА рдЭреЛрдкрдбреА рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░реА
рддрд┐рдЬрд╡реАрдг рдирдХреЛ рд░рд╛рдЬреНрдп рдордЬ рдкреНрд░рд┐рдпрд╛ рд╕рд╛рдЪрд╛ рд╡рдирд╡рд╛рд╕ рддрд┐рдЪреНрдпрд╛ рдЬрд░рд┐ рд╡рдирд┐рдЪрд╛
рднреБрд▓рд╡рд┐рдгреЗ рд╡реНрдпрд░реНрде рд╣реЗ рдЖрддрд╛ рд░реЗ рдмрд╣реБ рдЬрд┐рд╡рд▓рдЧ рдЧрдорддреЗ рдЪрд┐рддреНрддрд╛ рд░реЗ
рддреБрдЬ рд╕рд░рд┐рддреНрдкрддреЗ рдЬреА рд╕рд░рд┐рддрд╛ рд░реЗ рддреНрд╡рджрд╡рд┐рд░рд╣рд╛рдЪреА рд╢рдкрде рдШрд╛рд▓рд┐рддреЛ рддреБрдЬрд▓рд╛ рее
рд╕рд╛рдЧрд░рд╛ рдкреНрд░рд╛рдг рддрд│рдорд│рд▓рд╛
рдпрд╛ рдлреЗрдирдорд┐рд╖реЗрдВ рд╣рд╕рд╕рд┐ рдирд┐рд░реНрджрдпрд╛ рдХреИрд╕рд╛ рдХрд╛ рд╡рдЪрди рднрдВрдЧрд┐рд╕реА рдРрд╕рд╛
рддреНрд╡рддреНрд╕реНрд╡рд╛рдорд┐рддреНрд╡рд╛ рд╕рд╛рдВрдкреНрд░рдд рдЬреА рдорд┐рд░рд╡реАрддреЗ рднрд┐рдирд┐ рдХрд╛ рдЖрдВрдЧреНрд▓рднреВрдореАрддреЗ
рдордиреНрдорд╛рддреЗрд▓рд╛ рдЕрдмрд▓рд╛ рдореНрд╣рдгреБрдирд┐ рдлрд╕рд╡реАрд╕реА рдордЬ рд╡рд┐рд╡рд╛рд╕рдирд╛рддреЗ рджреЗрд╢реА
рддрд░рд┐ рдЖрдВрдЧреНрд▓рднреВрдореА рднрдпрднреАрддрд╛ рд░реЗ рдЕрдмрд▓рд╛ рди рдорд╛рдЭрд┐ рд╣реА рдорд╛рддрд╛ рд░реЗ
рдХрдерд┐рд▓ рд╣реЗ рдЕрдЧрд╕реНрддрд┐рд╕ рдЖрддрд╛ рд░реЗ рдЬреЛ рдЖрдЪрдордиреА рдПрдХ рдХреНрд╖рдгреА рддреБрдЬ рдкреНрдпрд╛рд▓рд╛ рее
рд╕рд╛рдЧрд░рд╛ рдкреНрд░рд╛рдг рддрд│рдорд│рд▓рд╛

The bond shared by this couple is itself divine. When Tatyarao was jailed, Yamunabai visits him. Tatyarao, at that time too, emphatically explains to her, that his service to the motherland comes first. The lady, not only understands, but also promises to help him in his fight.

Will cite an incident about the bonding between the two. When Tatyarao was in jail at Andaman, he was made to extract oil from the coconuts in a very traditional way, manually. He has to shred the coconuts with bare hands. And then using the manual machine, which he had to pull with all his might, (say so as he is very frail by then), extract oil. A work of bullocks is got done from humans. Truly inhumane! When Yamunabai comes to know of this, she is ready to go through the same pain. She herself everyday goes down on her knees and walks towards the Tulsi plant to water it and circumnavigate around it. Now imagine a lady (cannot imagine a man even) enduting this pain, just to be close to her husband. Hats off to the lady!

It is only through such dedication that Savarkar is what Savarkar is today. Nowhere do I want to belittle his own personality, but he is lucky to get such an understanding family which stands by his actions so strongly.

On his birthday, I bow to this great personality and pray to God to give us the intellect and emotions to understand him better and better!

Jai Hind!

Posted in matrubhumi

Matrubhumi – 11 (Repeat)

Am writing today’s blog in Hindi as it is my national language. That would be my homage to my country. I hope my readers will accept my decision and give me a feedback. Will surely translate and write the translation at the end of my blog for people who do not understand Hindi. Please forgive my grammatical mistakes, if any.

рдЬрд╣рд╛рдБ рдбрд╛рд▓-рдбрд╛рд▓ рдкрд░ рд╕реЛрдиреЗ рдХреА рдЪрд┐рдбрд╝рд┐рдпрд╛ рдХрд░рддреА рд╣реИ рдмрд╕реЗрд░рд╛
рд╡реЛ рднрд╛рд░рдд рджреЗрд╢ рд╣реИ рдореЗрд░рд╛
рдЬрд╣рд╛рдБ рд╕рддреНрдп, рдЕрд╣рд┐рдВрд╕рд╛ рдФрд░ рдзрд░реНрдо рдХрд╛ рдкрдЧ-рдкрдЧ рд▓рдЧрддрд╛ рдбреЗрд░рд╛
рд╡реЛ рднрд╛рд░рдд рджреЗрд╢ рд╣реИ рдореЗрд░рд╛

рдпреЗ рдзрд░рддреА рд╡реЛ рдЬрд╣рд╛рдБ рдЛрд╖рд┐ рдореБрдирд┐ рдЬрдкрддреЗ рдкреНрд░рднреБ рдирд╛рдо рдХреА рдорд╛рд▓рд╛ рдЬрд╣рд╛рдБ рд╣рд░ рдмрд╛рд▓рдХ рдПрдХ рдореЛрд╣рди рд╣реИ рдФрд░ рд░рд╛рдзрд╛ рд╣рд░ рдПрдХ рдмрд╛рд▓рд╛ рдЬрд╣рд╛рдБ рд╕реВрд░рдЬ рд╕рдмрд╕реЗ рдкрд╣рд▓реЗ рдЖ рдХрд░ рдбрд╛рд▓реЗ рдЕрдкрдирд╛ рдлреЗрд░рд╛

рд╡реЛ рднрд╛рд░рдд рджреЗрд╢ рд╣реИ рдореЗрд░рд╛

рдЕрд▓рдмреЗрд▓реЛрдВ рдХреА рдЗрд╕ рдзрд░рддреА рдХреЗ рддреНрдпреЛрд╣рд╛рд░ рднреА рд╣реИрдВ рдЕрд▓рдмреЗрд▓реЗ рдХрд╣реАрдВ рджреАрд╡рд╛рд▓реА рдХреА рдЬрдЧрдордЧ рд╣реИ рдХрд╣реАрдВ рд╣реИрдВ рд╣реЛрд▓реА рдХреЗ рдореЗрд▓реЗ рдЬрд╣рд╛рдБ рд░рд╛рдЧ рд░рдВрдЧ рдФрд░ рд╣рдБрд╕реА рдЦреБрд╢реА рдХрд╛ рдЪрд╛рд░реЛрдВ рдУрд░ рд╣реИ рдШреЗрд░рд╛

рд╡реЛ рднрд╛рд░рдд рджреЗрд╢ рд╣реИ рдореЗрд░рд╛

рдЬрдм рдЖрд╕рдорд╛рди рд╕реЗ рдмрд╛рддреЗрдВ рдХрд░рддреЗ рдордВрджрд┐рд░ рдФрд░ рд╢рд┐рд╡рд╛рд▓реЗ рдЬрд╣рд╛рдБ рдХрд┐рд╕реА рдирдЧрд░ рдореЗрдВ рдХрд┐рд╕реА рджреНрд╡рд╛рд░ рдкрд░ рдХреЛрдИ рди рддрд╛рд▓рд╛ рдбрд╛рд▓реЗ рдкреНрд░реЗрдо рдХреА рдмрдВрд╕реА рдЬрд╣рд╛рдБ рдмрдЬрд╛рддрд╛ рд╣реИ рдпреЗ рд╢рд╛рдо рд╕рд╡реЗрд░рд╛

рд╡реЛ рднрд╛рд░рдд рджреЗрд╢ рд╣реИ рдореЗрд░рд╛

— рд░рд╛рдЬреЗрдВрджреНрд░ рдХрд┐рд╢рди

рдЖрдЬ рдЕрдкрдиреА рдЗрд╕ рдЕрдВрддрд┐рдо рдкреЛрд╕реНрдЯ рдореЗрдВ, рдореИрдВ рд╕рд┐рд░реНрдл рднрд╛рд░рдд рдкрд░ рдХрд┐рдП рдЧрдпреЗ рдЙрдкрдЪрд╛рд░реЛрдВ рдХреЛ рдпрд╛рдж рдХрд░рдирд╛ рдЪрд╛рд╣реВрдБрдЧрд╛ рддрдерд╛ рдЙрди рдЙрдкрдХрд╛рд░ рдХрд░рдиреЗрд╡рд╛рд▓реЛрдВ рдХреЛ рдирдорд╕реНрдХрд╛рд░ рдХрд░рдирд╛ рдЪрд╛рд╣реВрдБрдЧрд╛ред

рдЖрдЬ рдХреЗ рджрд┐рди рд╕рдм рд╕реЗ рдкрд╣рд▓реЗ рднрдЧрд╡рд╛рди рдХреЛ рдХреГрддрдЬреНрдЮрддрд╛рдкреВрд░реНрд╡рдХ рдирдорд╕реНрдХрд╛рд░ рдХрд░рддрд╛ рд╣реБрдВ рдХреНрдпреЛрдВ рдХрд┐ рдЙрдиреНрд╣реЛрдВрдиреЗ рд╣рдореЗрдВ рдЖрдЬрд╛рджреА рджрд┐рд▓рд╛рдИред рдЖрдк рдХрд╣реЗрдВрдЧреЗ рдРрд╕рд╛ рдХреНрдпреЛрдВ? рднрдЧрд╡рд╛рди рдиреЗ рдХреМрдирд╕реА рднреВрдорд┐рдХрд╛ рдирд┐рднрд╛рдИ рд╕реНрд╡рддрдВрддреНрд░рддрд╛-рд╕рдВрдЧреНрд░рд╛рдо рдореЗрдВ? рдХрд┐рд╕реАрдХреЛ рдРрд╕рд╛ рднреА рд▓рдЧреЗрдЧрд╛ рдХреА рдЖрдк рднрд╛рд░рддреАрдп рд▓реЛрдЧ рд╣рд░ рдмрд╛рдд рдореЗрдВ рднрдЧрд╡рд╛рди рдХреЛ рдХреНрдпреЛрдВ рдмреАрдЪ рдореЗрдВ рд▓реЗ рдЖрддреЗ рд╣реЛ? рдЗрд╕рд▓рд┐рдП рдЗрд╕ рдмрд╛рдд рдХреА рд╕реНрдкрд╖реНрдЯрддрд╛ рдкрд╣рд▓реЗ рдХрд░ рд▓реЗрдВред рд╣рд╛рдВ, рд╣рдо рднрдЧрд╡рд╛рди рдХреЛ рд╣рд░ рдмрд╛рдд рдореЗрдВ рд▓реЗ рдЖрддреЗ рд╣реИрдВ рдХреНрдпреЛрдВ рдХрд┐ рдЙрдирдХреЗ рдмрдЧреИрд░ рдореЗрд░рд╛, рдЖрдкрдХрд╛ рдпрд╛ рд╣рдорд╛рд░рд╛ рдЕрд╕реНрддрд┐рддреНрд╡ рд╣реА рдирд╣реАрдВ! рд╣рдорд╛рд░рд╛ рдХреНрдпрд╛, рдЗрд╕ рд╕реГрд╖реНрдЯрд┐ рдХрд╛ рдЕрд╕реНрддрд┐рддреНрд╡ рдирд╣реАрдВ! рдФрд░ рдореИрдВ рдмреМрджреНрдзрд┐рдХ рддреМрд░ рдкрд░ рднреА рдЗрд╕ рдмрд╛рдд рдХреЛ рдХрд╣ рд╕рдХрддрд╛ рд╣реБрдВ рдХреА рднрдЧрд╡рд╛рди рдиреЗ рд╣рдореЗрдВ рд╕реНрд╡рддрдВрддреНрд░рддрд╛ рджрд┐рд▓рд╛рдИред рдпрджреНрдпрдкрд┐ рдпрд╣ рдореЗрд░реА рдЬреЛ рд╕реЛрдЪ рд╣реИ, рд╡рд╣ рдкрд╛рдВрдбреБрд░рдВрдЧ рд╢рд╛рд╕реНрддреНрд░реАрдЬреА рдЖрдард╡рд▓реЗ рдиреЗ рдмрдирд╛рдИред рджреНрд╡рд┐рддреАрдп рдорд╣рд╛рдпреБрджреНрдз рдореЗрдВ рдмреНрд░рд┐рдЯрди рдФрд░ рдЙрд╕рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рдереА рджреЗрд╢ рд╡рд┐рдЬрдпреА рд╣реБрдПред рд╡рд┐рдиреНрд╕реНрдЯрди рдЪрд░реНрдЪрд┐рд▓, рдЬреЛ рдЙрд╕ рд╕рдордп рдмреНрд░рд┐рдЯрди рдХреЗ рдкреНрд░рдзрд╛рди рдордВрддреНрд░реА рдереЗ, рдЙрдиреНрд╣реЛрдВрдиреЗ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдЬрд╡рд╛рдиреЛрдВ рддрдерд╛ рдирд╛рдЧрд░рд┐рдХреЛрдВ рдХрд╛ рдордиреЛрдмрд▓ рдЦреБрдм рдЯрд┐рдХрд╛рдпрд╛ рдПрд╡рдВ рдмрдврд╝рд╛рдпрд╛ рднреАред рдпреБрджреНрдз рдХреЗ рдмрд╛рдж рдмреНрд░рд┐рдЯрди рдореЗрдВ рддреБрд░рдВрдд рдЪреБрдирд╛рд╡ рд╣реБрдПред рд╕реНрд╡рд╛рднрд╛рд╡рд┐рдХ рд╣реИ рдЬрд┐рд╕ рд╡реНрдпрдХреНрддрд┐ рдиреЗ рдЖрдкрдХреЛ рдпреБрджреНрдз рдореЗрдВ рдЬреАрддрд╛рдпрд╛ рд╣реИ, рд╡рд╣реА рдЪреБрдирд╛рд╡ рдореЗрдВ рдЬреАрдд рдХрд░ рдЖрдирд╛ рдЪрд╛рд╣рд┐рдПред рдЕрдкрд┐рддреБ рд╣реБрдЖ рдРрд╕рд╛ рдХреА рдЪрд░реНрдЪрд┐рд▓ рдЪреБрдирд╛рд╡ рд╣рд╛рд░ рдЧрдПред рдПрдЯрд▓реА рдХреА рд▓реЗрдмрд░ рдкрд╛рд░реНрдЯреА рд╕рддреНрддрд╛ рдореЗрдВ рдЖрдИред рд╡рд╣ рднрд╛рд░рдд рддрдерд╛ рдЕрдиреНрдп рджреЗрд╢, рдЬрд┐рди рдкрд░ рдмреНрд░рд┐рдЯреАрд╢ рд╕рд╛рдореНрд░рд╛рдЬреНрдп рдерд╛, рдЙрдиреНрд╣реЗрдВ рд╕реНрд╡рддрдВрддреНрд░рддрд╛ рджреЗрдиреЗ рдХреЗ рдкрдХреНрд╖рдзрд░ рдереЗред рдЬрдмрдХрд┐ рдЪрд░реНрдЪрд┐рд▓ рдХрд╛ рджреГрд╖реНрдЯрд┐рдХреЛрдг рднрд╛рд░рдд рдХреЗ рдмрд╛рд░реЗ рдореЗрдВ рд╕рд░реНрд╡рд╡рд┐рджрд┐рдд рд╣реИред рдЕрдм рдРрд╕рд╛ рдХреНрдпреЛрдВ рд╣реБрдЖ? рд▓реЛрдЧреЛрдВ рдХрд╛ рджрд┐рдорд╛рдЧ рдХрд┐рд╕рдиреЗ рдШреБрдорд╛рдпрд╛? рддрдм рдореИрдВ рдорд╛рдирддрд╛ рд╣реБрдВ рдХреА рднрдЧрд╡рд╛рди рдиреЗ рдШреБрдорд╛рдпрд╛ред рдХрд╛рд░рдг рд╕рдордп рдЕрдм рдЖ рдЧрдпрд╛ рдерд╛ рдЬрдм рднрд╛рд░рдд рд╕реНрд╡рддрдВрддреНрд░ рд╣реЛ рддрдерд╛ рджреБрдирд┐рдпрд╛ рдХрд╛ рдорд╛рд░реНрдЧрджрд░реНрд╢рди рдХрд░реЗред (рдЕрдм рдХреНрдпрд╛ рд╡рд╣ рдХрд░ рдкрд╛рдпрд╛ рд╣реИ? рдпрд╣ рдПрдХ рджреБрд╕рд░рд╛ рдкреНрд░рд╢реНрди рд╣реИред) рдЗрд╕рд▓рд┐рдП рдкреНрд░рдердо рднрдЧрд╡рд╛рди рдХреЛ рдХреГрддрдЬреНрдЮрддрд╛рдкреВрд░реНрд╡рдХ рдирдорд╕реНрдХрд╛рд░ред

рджреБрд╕рд░рд╛ рдирдорд╕реНрдХрд╛рд░ рдЙрди рд╕рднреА рд▓реЛрдЧреЛрдВ рдХреЛ рдЬрд┐рдиреНрд╣реЛрдВрдиреЗ рдЗрд╕ рджреЗрд╢ рдХреА рд╕реНрд╡рддрдВрддреНрд░рддрд╛ / рджреЗрд╢ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рдЕрдкрдирд╛ рд╕рдмрдХреБрдЫ, рдпрд╣рд╛рдВ рддрдХ рдХреА рдЕрдкрдирд╛ рдЬреАрд╡рди рднреА, рджрд╛рдВрд╡ рдкрд░ рд▓рдЧрд╛ рджрд┐рдпрд╛ред рдЬрд┐рди рд▓реЛрдЧреЛрдВ рдиреЗ рдпрд╣ рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╕реЛрдЪрд╛ рдХреА рдЙрдирдХрд╛ рдЦреБрджрдХрд╛ рдФрд░ рдЙрдирдХреЗ рдкрд░рд┐рд╡рд╛рд░ рдХрд╛ рдХреНрдпрд╛ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛! рд╡рд╛рдЪрдХ рдорд┐рддреНрд░реЛрдВ, рдЖрдк рдЬрд░рд╛ рд╕реЛрдЪрд┐рдПред рд▓рдбрд╝рд╛рдИ рдХрд┐рд╕рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рде рдереА? рдПрдХ рдРрд╕реЗ рд╕рд╛рдореНрд░рд╛рдЬреНрдп рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рде рдЬрд┐рд╕рдХреЗ рдХреНрд╖рд┐рддреАрдЬ рдкрд░ рд╕реВрд░реНрдп рдХрднреА рдЕрд╕реНрдд рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╣реЛрддрд╛ рдерд╛ред рд╕рдлрд▓рддрд╛ рдорд┐рд▓реЗрдЧреА рдпрд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВ, рдХреЛрдИ рд╣рдорд╛рд░реЗ рдмрд▓рд┐рджрд╛рди рдХреЛ рдпрд╛рдж рдХрд░реЗрдЧрд╛ рдпрд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВ, рдХреЛрдИ рдкреНрд░рдХрд╛рд░ рдХреА рдЕрдкреЗрдХреНрд╖рд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВред рдмрд╕, рд╕реНрд╡рддрдВрддреНрд░рддрд╛ рдХреЗ рдЗрд╕ рдорд╣рд╛рдпрдЬреНрдЮ рдореЗрдВ рдЭреЛрдВрдХ рджрд┐рдпрд╛ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдЖрдк рдХреЛред рдЙрдкрд░ рдХрд╡рд┐рддрд╛ рдореЗрдВ рдХрд╣реА рдмрд╛рддреЛрдВ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рд╣реА рд╕рд┐рд░реНрдл рд╕реЛрдЪрд╛ рдФрд░ рдЙрд╕реА рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рд▓рдбреЗред рдПрдХ резрем/резрен рд╕рд╛рд▓ рдХрд╛ рд▓рдбрд╝рдХрд╛, рдЦреБрджрд┐рд░рд╛рдо рдмреЛрд╕, рд╣рдВрд╕рддреЗ рд╣рдВрд╕рддреЗ рд╕реВрд▓реА рдкрд░ рдЪрдв рдЧрдпрд╛ред рдПрдХ ремрел/ренреж рд╕рд╛рд▓ рдХреЗ рдорд╣рд╛рдорд╛рдирд╡, рд▓рд╛рд▓рд╛ рд▓рд╛рдЬрдкрдд рд░рд╛рдп рдиреЗ рд╣рдВрд╕рддреЗ рд╣рдВрд╕рддреЗ рдЕрдВрдЧреНрд░реЗрдЬреЛрдВ рдХреА рд▓рд╛рдареА рдЭреЗрд▓реА рдФрд░ рдЕрдкрдиреА рдЬрд╛рди рдиреНрдпреМрдЫрд╛рд╡рд░ рдХрд░ рджреАред рдПрдХ рейреж/рейрел рд╕рд╛рд▓ рдХрд╛ рдпреБрд╡рд╛, рд╕реНрд╡рд╛рддрдВрддреНрд░реНрдпрд╡реАрд░ рд╡рд┐рдирд╛рдпрдХ рджрд╛рдореЛрджрд░ рд╕рд╛рд╡рд░рдХрд░, рдкрд░рд┐рд╡рд╛рд░ рдХреА рдкрд░рд╡рд╛рд╣ рдХрд┐рдП рдмрдЧреИрд░ рдЖрдВрджрд╛рдорд╛рдирдореЗрдВ релреж рд╕рд╛рд▓ рдХреА рдПрдХ рдирд╣реАрдВ рдЕрдкрд┐рддреБ рджреЛ-рджреЛ рд╕рдЬрд╛ рдореБрд╕реНрдХрд░рд╛рдХрд░ рд╕реНрд╡реАрдХрд╛рд░ рд▓реЗрддрд╛ рд╣реИред рдЖрдЬ рднреА рднрдЧрддрд╕рд┐рдВрд╣, рд░рд╛рдЬрдЧреБрд░реБ рддрдерд╛ рд╕реБрдЦрджреЗрд╡ рдХреЗ рдмрд▓рд┐рджрд╛рди рдХреЛ рдпрд╛рдж рдХрд░ рд╕рд░ рдКрдВрдЪрд╛ рдЙрдарддрд╛ рд╣реИред рддрд╛рддреНрдпрд╛ рдЯреЛрдкреЗ, рдордВрдЧрд▓ рдкрд╛рдВрдбреЗ, рд╡рд╕реБрджреЗрд╡ рдмрд▓рд╡рдВрдд рдлрдбрд╝рдХреЗ, рдЪрдВрджреНрд░рд╢реЗрдЦрд░ рдЖрдЬрд╛рдж, рд░рд╛рдордкреНрд░рд╕рд╛рдж рдмрд┐рд╕реНрдорд┐рд▓, рдЕрд╕рдлрд╛рдХрдЙрд▓реНрд▓рд╛рд╣ рдЦрд╛рди, рд▓реЛрдХрдорд╛рдиреНрдп рдмрд╛рд▓ рдЧрдВрдЧрд╛рдзрд░ рддрд┐рд▓рдХ, рдмрд┐рдкреАрдирдЪрдВрджреНрд░ рдкрд╛рд▓ рдпрд╣ рд╕рд╛рд░реЗ рдирд╛рдо рд╕реБрдирдХрд░ рд╕реАрдирд╛ рдЕрднрд┐рдорд╛рди рд╕реЗ рдлреБрд▓ рдЬрд╛рддрд╛ рд╣реИред рдЗрд╕ рд╕рд╛рд░реА рд▓рдбрд╝рд╛рдИ рдореЗрдВ рд╣рдорд╛рд░реА рдорд╛рддрд╛рдПрдВ-рдмрд╣рдиреЗрдВ рдХрд╣реАрдВ рдкреАрдЫреЗ рдирд╣реАрдВ рдереАред рд░рд╛рдиреА рд▓рдХреНрд╖реНрдореАрдмрд╛рдИ, рдХрд┐рддреНрддреБрд░ рд░рд╛рдиреА рдЪреЗрдиреНрдирдореНрдорд╛, рдХрд▓реНрдкрдирд╛ рджрддреНрдд, рдЕрд░реВрдгрд╛ рдЖрд╕рдл рдЕрд▓реА рдФрд░ рдЙрди рдЬреИрд╕реА рдХрдИ рдорд╣рд┐рд▓рд╛рдУрдВ рдиреЗ рднреА рд╕рдХреНрд░рд┐рдп рднреВрдорд┐рдХрд╛ рдирд┐рднрд╛рдИред рдХрд┐рддрдиреЗ рдирд╛рдо рдпрд╛рдж рдХрд░реЗрдВ рдФрд░ рдХрд┐рддрдиреЗ рд▓рд┐рдЦреЗрдВ, рдЗрд╕рд▓рд┐рдП рдпрд╣реАрдВ рд░реВрдХ рдХрд░ рд╕рднреА рдХреЛ рдХреГрддрдЬреНрдЮрддрд╛рдкреВрд░реНрд╡рдХ рдирдорд╕реНрдХрд╛рд░ рдХрд░рддрд╛ рд╣реВрдВред

рддреАрд╕рд░рд╛ рдирдорд╕реНрдХрд╛рд░ рдЙрд╕ рд╡реНрдпрдХреНрддрд┐рдорддреНрддреНрд╡ рдХреЛ рдЬрд┐рд╕рдиреЗ рд╕рд╛рд░реЗ рднрд╛рд░рдд рдХреЛ рдПрдХ рдХрд░рдиреЗ рд╣реЗрддреБ рд╕рд╛рд░реЗ рднрд╛рд░рдд рдХрд╛ рднреНрд░рдордг рдХреАрдпрд╛ред рдЙрдиреНрд╣реЗрдВ рд▓реЛрдЧ рдЖрдзреБрдирд┐рдХ рднрд╛рд░рдд рдХрд╛ рдЪрд╛рдгрдХреНрдп рдХрд╣рддреЗ рд╣реИрдВред релрежреж рд╕реЗ рдЬреНрдпрд╛рджрд╛ рд░рдЬрд╡рд╛рдбрд╝реЛрдВ рдХреЛ рд╕рдордЭрд╛рдХрд░, рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рд╕реЗ рднрд╛рд░рдд рдореЗрдВ рд╕рдореНрдорд┐рд▓рд┐рдд рдХрд░ рд▓рд┐рдпрд╛ред рдЬреЛ рд╕рдордЭрд╛рдиреЗ рдкрд░ рдирд╣реАрдВ рдорд╛рдиреЗ, рдЙрдирдХреЛ рдЙрдирдХреА рд╣реА рднрд╛рд╖рд╛ рдореЗрдВ рд╕рдордЭрд╛рдХрд░ рд╕рдореНрдорд┐рд▓рд┐рдд рдХрд┐рдпрд╛ред рдпрд╣ рд╡реНрдпрдХреНрддрд┐ рдУрд░ рдХреЛрдИ рдирд╣реАрдВ рдЕрдкрд┐рддреБ рдорд╣рд╛рддреНрдорд╛ рдЧрд╛рдВрдзреА рдХреА рдмрд╛рддреЛрдВ рдкрд░ рдЕрдбрд┐рдЧ рддрдерд╛ рдЕрд╡рд┐рдЪрд▓ рд╢реНрд░рджреНрдзрд╛ рд░рдЦрдиреЗрд╡рд╛рд▓реЗ рд╕рд░рджрд╛рд░ рд╡рд▓реНрд▓рднрднрд╛рдИ рдкрдЯреЗрд▓ред рдЙрд╕ рд╕рдордп рдХреА рдХрд╛рдВрдЧреНрд░реЗрд╕ рдХрд╛ рд╕рдВрдЧрдарди рдЕрдЧрд░ рдордЬрдмреВрддреА рд╕реЗ рдЦрдбрд╝рд╛ рдерд╛, рдЧрд╛рдВрдзреАрдЬреА рдХреА рдХрд╣реА рд╣рд░ рдмрд╛рдд рдХреЛ рдЙрдард╛рдиреЗ рддреИрдпрд╛рд░ рдерд╛, рддреЛ рдЙрд╕рдореЗрдВ рдЗрд╕ рдПрдХ рд╡реНрдпрдХреНрддрд┐ рдХрд╛ рдмрдбрд╝рд╛ рдХрд░реНрддреНрддреГрддреНрд╡ рд░рд╣рд╛ рд╣реИред рдЗрд╕ рдорд╣рд╛рдорд╛рдирд╡ рдХреЛ рд╣рдо рднрд╛рд░рдд рд░рддреНрди рд╕реЗ рдирд╡рд╛рдЬреЗ рдпрд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВ, рд╡рд╣ рднрд╛рд░рдд рдорд╛рдВ рдХреЗ рд╕рдЪреНрдЪрд╛ рд░рддреНрди рд╣реИред рдЖрдЬ рд╣рдо рдЙрдирдХреЛ рд╢реНрд░рджреНрдзрд╛ рд╕реБрдорди рдЕрд░реНрдкрд┐рдд рдХрд░ рд╕рдХреЗ рдРрд╕рд╛ рдХреЛрдИ рд╕реНрдерд╛рди рдпрд╛ рд╕рдорд╛рдзрд┐ рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╣реИ, рдпрд╣ рдмрд╛рдд рдорди рдХреЛ рджреБрдЦреА рдХрд░ рджреЗрддреА рд╣реИред рдЖрдЬ рдХреА рдкреАрдврд╝реА рдЙрд╕ рд╡реНрдпрдХреНрддрд┐ рдХреЗ рдмрд▓рд┐рджрд╛рди рдХреЛ рд╕рдордЭ рднреА рдкрд╛рдПрдЧреА рдпрд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВ рдпрд╣ рд╕рд╡рд╛рд▓ рдорди рдХреЛ рд╕рддрд╛рддрд╛ рд╣реИред рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдЙрдирдХреЗ рдкрд░рд┐рд╡рд╛рд░ рдХреЛ рдЖрдЬ рдХреЛрдИ рдкрд╣рдЪрд╛рдирддрд╛ рд╣реИ, рдпрд╣ рдпрдХреНрд╖ рдкреНрд░рд╢реНрди рд╣реИред рдЙрдирдХреЗ рдкрд░рд┐рд╡рд╛рд░ рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рде рдХрд┐рдпрд╛ рдЧрдпрд╛ рдмрд░реНрддрд╛рд╡ рдХрд┐рд╕реА рднреА рд╕рднреНрдп рд╕рдорд╛рдЬ рдХреЛ рд╕реЛрдЪрдиреЗ рдкрд░ рдордЬрдмреВрд░ рдХрд░реЗрдЧрд╛ рдХрд┐ рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдЗрд╕рд▓рд┐рдП рдЖрдЬрд╛рджреА рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рд╡рд╣ рд╕рдм рд▓рдбрд╝реЗ рд╣реЛрдВрдЧреЗ? рдЙрдирдХреЛ рдЕрдкреЗрдХреНрд╖рд╛ рднрд▓реЗ рд╣реА рди рд░рд╣реА рд╣реЛ, рдкрд░ рд╣рдо рджреЗрд╢рд╡рд╛рд╕рд┐рдпреЛрдВ рдХрд╛ рдЙрдирдХреЗ рдкреНрд░рддрд┐ рдХреБрдЫ рдХрд░реНрддрд╡реНрдп рд╣реИ рдпрд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВ?

рдкрд░ рдЖрдЬ рднрд╛рд░рдд рд╡рд┐рд╢реНрд╡рдЧреБрд░реБ рддреЛ рдареАрдХ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдЧрд▓реА (рдЖрд╢рд┐рдпрд╛ рдЦрдВрдб) рдХрд╛ рднреА рдЧреБрд░реБ рдХрд╣рд▓рд╛рдиреЗ рд▓рд╛рдпрдХ рд╣реИ? рддрдХрдиреАрдХреА рд╡рд┐рдХрд╛рд╕ рдПрд╡рдВ рдЖрд░реНрдерд┐рдХ рд╕реБрджреГрдврд╝реАрдХрд░рдг рд╕реЗ рд╣реА рдХреНрдпрд╛ рд╣рдо рдпрд╣ рдХрд░ рдкрд╛рдпреЗрдВрдЧреЗ? рдПрдХ рд╕рдордп рдерд╛ рдЬрдм рд╡рд┐рд╢реНрд╡ рднрд╛рд░рдд рд╕реЗ рдЖрдзреНрдпрд╛рддреНрдорд┐рдХ рдЪреЗрддрдирд╛ рдкрд╛рддрд╛ рдерд╛ред рд╕реНрд╡рд╛рдореА рд╡рд┐рд╡реЗрдХрд╛рдирдВрдж рддрдерд╛ рдЧреБрд░реВ рдЕрд░рд╡рд┐рдВрдж рдЙрд╕рдХреА рдЪреЗрддрдирд╛ рдереЗред рд╡рд┐рдиреЛрдмрд╛рдЬреА рддрдерд╛ рд░рд╡рд┐рд╢рдВрдХрд░ рдорд╣рд╛рд░рд╛рдЬ (рдЧреБрдЬрд░рд╛рдд) рдЬреИрд╕реИ рд╕рдорд╛рдЬ рдХреА рднрд╛рд╡рдирд╛рдУрдВ рдХреЛ рдЯрд┐рдХрд╛рдиреЗ рдФрд░ рдмрдврд╝рд╛рдиреЗ рд╡рд╛рд▓реЗ рдирд┐рд╕реНрд╡рд╛рд░реНрде рд╕рдорд╛рдЬрд╕реЗрд╡реА рдереЗред рднрд╛рд░рдд рдХреА рдЪреЗрддрдирд╛ рд╣рдореЗрд╢рд╛ рд╕реЗ рднрд╛рд╡рдирд┐рдХ рдПрд╡рдВ рдЖрдзреНрдпрд╛рддреНрдорд┐рдХ рд░рд╣реА рд╣реИред рдЖрдЬ рд╣рдо рдХрд╣рд╛рдВ рд╣реИрдВ? рдЗрд╕рдХрд╛ рдорддрд▓рдм рдХреЛрдИ рдпрд╣ рди рд╕рдордЭреЗ рдХреА рдореИрдВ рддрдХрдиреАрдХреА рд╡рд┐рдХрд╛рд╕ рдХреЗ рдЦрд┐рд▓рд╛рдл рд╣реБрдВред рдкрд░ рд╕рд┐рд░реНрдл рдЙрд╕реА рдПрдХ рдЕрдВрдЧ рдХреА рддрд░рдл рдзреНрдпрд╛рди рджреЗрдХрд░ рднреА рдирд╣реАрдВ рдЪрд▓реЗрдЧрд╛ред рднрд╛рд░рдд рдХрд╛ рддрдерд╛ рднрд╛рд░рддреАрдпреЛрдВрдХрд╛ рд╡рд┐рдХрд╛рд╕ рд╕рд░реНрд╡рд╛рдВрдЧреАрдг рд╣реЛрдирд╛ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ред рддрднреА рд╡рд╣ рдлрд┐рд░ рд╕реЗ рд╕реЛрдиреЗ рдХреА рдЪрд┐рдбрд╝рд┐рдпрд╛ рдХрд╣рд▓рд╛рдпреЗрдЧрд╛ред рдФрд░ рдЗрд╕ рджрд┐рд╢рд╛ рдореЗрдВ рдкреВрд░реЗ рд╕рдорд╛рдЬ рдиреЗ рдХрд╛рдо рдХрд░рдирд╛ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ред рд╡реНрдпрдХреНрддрд┐ рдХреА рд╕реЛрдЪ рдореЗрдВ рдкрд░рд┐рд╡рд░реНрддрди рд▓рд╛рдирд╛ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ред рд╢рд┐рдХреНрд╖рд╛ рдореЗрдВ рд╕реЗ рднрд╛рд░рдд рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рдФрд░ рд╕рдВрд╡реЗрджрдирд╛ рдЬрдЧрд╛рдиреА рд╣реЛрдЧреАред рддрднреА рдЬрд╛рдХрд░ рдЙрд╕рдХрд╛ рдкрд░рд┐рдгрд╛рдо рдереЛрдбрд╝реЗ рд╕рд╛рд▓реЛрдВ рдмрд╛рдж рджрд┐рдЦреЗрдЧрд╛ред

рд╣рдорд╛рд░реЗ рдЬреАрд╡рди рдореЗрдВ рд░рд╛рд╖реНрдЯреНрд░рдкреНрд░реЗрдо рдФрд░ рд░рд╛рд╖реНрдЯреНрд░рд┐рдп рдЕрд╕реНрдорд┐рддрд╛ рдпрд╣ рджреЛрдиреЛрдВ рдХреЛ рдЬрдЧрд╛рдиреЗ рдХреА рдЕрддреНрдпрд╛рд╡рд╢реНрдпрдХрддрд╛ рд╣реИред рд╕рд╣реА рдЗрддрд┐рд╣рд╛рд╕ рдкрдврд╝рд╛рдирд╛ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ред рд╡рд╛рдордкрдВрдереА рддрдерд╛ рджрдХреНрд╖рд┐рдгрдкрдВрдереА рд╡рд┐рдЪрд╛рд░рдзрд╛рд░рд╛рдУрдВ рд╕реЗ рдКрдкрд░ рдЙрдардХрд░ рд╕реЛрдЪрдирд╛ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛, рд▓рд┐рдЦрдирд╛ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ рддрдерд╛ рдЬреАрдирд╛ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ред
рддреНрдпрдЬреЗрджреЗрдХрдВ рдХреБрд▓рд╕реНрдпрд╛рд░реНрдереЗ рдЧреНрд░рд╛рдорд╕реНрдпрд╛рд░реНрдереЗ рдХреБрд▓рдВ рддреНрдпрдЬреЗрддреН ред
рдЧреНрд░рд╛рдордВ рдЬрдирдкрджрд╕реНрдпрд╛рд░реНрдереЗ рдЖрддреНрдорд╛рд░реНрдереЗ рдкреГрдерд┐рд╡реАрдВ рддреНрдпрдЬреЗрддреН рее
(рдХреБрд▓ рдХреЗ рд╣рд┐рддрд╛рд░реНрде рдПрдХ рдХрд╛ рддреНрдпрд╛рдЧ рдХрд░рдирд╛, рдЧрд╛рдБрд╡ рдХреЗ рд╣рд┐рддрд╛рд░реНрде рдХреБрд▓ рдХрд╛, рджреЗрд╢ рдХреЗ рд╣рд┐рддрд╛рд░реНрде рдЧрд╛рдБрд╡ рдХрд╛ рдФрд░ рдЖрддреНрдо рдХрд▓реНрдпрд╛рдг рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рдкреГрдереНрд╡реА рдХрд╛ рддреНрдпрд╛рдЧ рдХрд░рдирд╛ рдЪрд╛рд╣рд┐рдП ред) рд╣рдордиреЗ рд╕рднреА рдиреЗ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдХреБрд▓, рдЧрд╛рдВрд╡, рд░рд╛рдЬреНрдп рд╕реЗ рдКрдкрд░ рдЙрдардХрд░ рд╕реЛрдЪрдирд╛ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ред рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдорд╛рди-рд╕рдореНрдорд╛рди, рдЬрдп-рдкрд░рд╛рдЬрдп, рдмрдбрд╝рд╛-рдЫреЛрдЯрд╛ рдЗрди рдмрд╛рддреЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рд╕реЗ рдирд┐рдХрд▓рдХрд░ рд╣рд░ рдПрдХ рд╡реНрдпрдХреНрддрд┐ рдХреА рдмрд╛рдд рд╕реБрдирдиреА рд╣реЛрдЧреАред рдХрд┐рд╕рдХреЗ рдореБрдВрд╣ рд╕реЗ рдХреМрдирд╕реА рдЕрдЪреНрдЫреА рдмрд╛рдд рдХрдм рднрдЧрд╡рд╛рди рдмреБрд▓рд╡рд╛ рджреЗ, рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдорд╛рд▓реВрдо!

рдорд╛рдВ рднрд╛рд░рддреА рдХреЗ рд╣рд┐рдд рдХреЛ рд╕рд░реНрд╡реЛрдкрд░рд┐ рдорд╛рди рд╕рдм рдиреЗ рд╕рд╛рде рдорд┐рд▓рдХрд░ рдирд┐рд░реНрдгрдп рд▓реЗрдиреЗ рд╣реЛрдВрдЧреЗредрд╣рдорд╛рд░реА рд╕рдВрд╡рд┐рдзрд╛рди рд╕рднрд╛ рдиреЗ, рд╣рдо рд╕рдм рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдорддрднреЗрджреЛрдВ рдХреЗ рдмрд╛рд╡рдЬреВрдж, рд╕рд╛рде рдХрд╛рдо рдХрд░ рд╕рдХрддреЗ рд╣реИрдВ, рдЗрд╕рдХрд╛ рдЙрддреНрддрдо рдЙрджрд╛рд╣рд░рдг рд╣рдорд╛рд░реЗ рд╕рд╛рдордиреЗ рд░рдЦрд╛ рд╣реИред рд╣рд░ рдПрдХ рд╡реНрдпрдХреНрддрд┐ рдХреЛ рдЬрдм рд▓рдЧреЗрдЧрд╛ рдХреА рдпрд╣ рджреЗрд╢ рдореЗрд░рд╛ рд╣реИ рдФрд░ рдЗрд╕рдХреЛ рд╕рд╣реА рдврдВрдЧ рд╕реЗ рдЪрд▓рд╛рдирд╛, рд╕рдВрднрд╛рд▓рдирд╛, рдЖрдЧреЗ рд▓реЗ рдЬрд╛рдирд╛ рдпрд╣ рдореЗрд░реА рдЬрд┐рдореНрдореЗрджрд╛рд░реА рд╣реИ рддрднреА рднрд╛рд░рдд рдЬрдирддрдВрддреНрд░ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ред рдЬрдм рд╣рд░реЗрдХ рд╡реНрдпрдХреНрддрд┐ рдЕрдкрдиреА рд░рд╛рд╖реНрдЯреНрд░ рдХреЗ рдкреНрд░рддрд┐ рдЬрд┐рдореНрдореЗрджрд╛рд░реА рд╕рдордЭреЗрдЧрд╛ рддрднреА рд╣рдореЗрдВ рд╕рдЪреНрдЪреЗ рдЕрд░реНрде рдореЗрдВ рд╕реНрд╡рддрдВрддреНрд░рддрд╛ рдкреНрд░рд╛рдкреНрдд рд╣реЛрдЧреАред

рдЗрд╕реЗ рдХрд░рдиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рд╣рдордиреЗ рднрд╛рд░рдд рднреНрд░рдордг рдХрд░рдирд╛ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ред рднрд╛рд░рдд рдХреЗ рдХреЛрдиреЗ-рдХреЛрдиреЗ рдореЗрдВ рдЬрд╛рдирд╛ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ред рд▓реЛрдЧреЛрдВ рд╕реЗ рдпрддреНрдХрд┐рдВрдЪреАрдд рд╕реНрд╡рд╛рд░реНрде рдХреЗ рдмрдЧреИрд░ рдЬреБрдбрд╝рдирд╛ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ред рд▓реЛрдЧреЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рд╕реЛрдпреА рднрд╛рд╡рдирд┐рдХрддрд╛ рддрдерд╛ рдЖрдзреНрдпрд╛рддреНрдорд┐рдХрддрд╛ рдХреЛ рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рд╕реЗ рдЬрдЧрд╛рдирд╛ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ред рддрднреА рд░рд╛рд╖реНрдЯреНрд░реАрдп рдЪреЗрддрдирд╛ рдХрд╛ рдЙрджрдп рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ред рддрднреА рднрд╛рд░рдд рдорд╣рд╛рди рдмрдиреЗрдЧрд╛ред

рд╣рдо рдпрд╣ рд╕рдм рди рдХрд░ рд╕рдХреЗрдВ рддреЛ рдХрдо рд╕реЗ рдХрдо рдЬреЛ рдпрд╣ рдХрд╛рдо рдХрд░ рд░рд╣реЗ рд╣реИрдВ, рдЙрдирдХреЗ рдкреНрд░рдпрддреНрдиреЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рдЙрдкрдпреЛрдЧреА рдмрдиреЗрдВред рд╡рд╣ рднреА рди рдХрд░ рдкрд╛рдпреЗрдВ рддреЛ рдХрдо рд╕реЗ рдХрдо рдЙрди рдкреНрд░рдпрддреНрдиреЛрдВ рдХреА рд╕рд░рд╛рд╣рдирд╛ рдХрд░реЗрдВред рдФрд░ рдХреБрдЫ рдирд╣реАрдВ рддреЛ рдЙрдирдХреЗ рдХрд╛рдо рдореЗрдВ рд░реЛрдбрд╝реЗ рддреЛ рди рдбрд╛рд▓реЗрдВред

рдореЗрд░реЗ рд╡рд╛рдЪрдХреЛрдВ рд╕реЗ рднреА рдирдореНрд░ рд╡рд┐рдирдВрддреА рд╣реИ рдХреА рдХреБрдЫ рдЫреЛрдЯреА рдЫреЛрдЯреА рдмрд╛рддреЗрдВ рд╣рдо рднреА рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдЬреАрд╡рди рдореЗрдВ рд▓рд╛рдиреЗ рдХреА рдХреЛрд╢рд┐рд╢ рдХрд░реЗрдВ рддреЛ рд╡рд╣ рднреА рдмрдбрд╝реА рджреЗрд╢рд╕реЗрд╡рд╛ рд╣реЛрдЧреАред рдЬреИрд╕реЗ

рез рдЧрд╛рдбрд╝реА рдЪрд▓рд╛рддреЗ рд╡рдХреНрдд рд╕рд┐рдЧреНрдирд▓ рди рддреЛрдбрд╝рдирд╛ рддрдерд╛ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдореЛрдмрд╛рдЗрд▓ рдкрд░ рдмрд╛рдд рди рдХрд░рдирд╛ред

реи рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдЖрдкрдХреЛ рдирд┐рд░реЛрдЧреА рд░рдЦрдирд╛ред рд╕реНрд╡рд╕реНрде рдирд╛рдЧрд░рд┐рдХ рд░рд╛рд╖реНрдЯреНрд░ рдХреА рд╕рдВрдкрддреНрддрд┐ рд╣реИред

рей рд╣рд░ рд╕рд╛рд▓ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдШрд░ рдореЗрдВ рдЕрдерд╡рд╛ рдЖрд╕рдкрд╛рд╕ рдХреЗ рдкрд░рд┐рд╕рд░ рдореЗрдВ рдПрдХ рдкреМрдзрд╛ рд▓рдЧрд╛рдирд╛ рдФрд░ рдЙрд╕рдХреА рдЕрдЪреНрдЫреА рддрд░рд╣ рд╕реЗ рджреЗрдЦрднрд╛рд▓ рдХрд░рдирд╛ред

рек рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдШрд░ рдХреЗ рдЖрд╕рдкрд╛рд╕ рдХрд╛ рдкрд░рд┐рд╕рд░ рд╕рд╛рдл рд╡ рд╕реНрд╡рдЪреНрдЫ рд░рдЦрдирд╛ред

рел рдкреНрд▓рд╛рд╕реНрдЯрд┐рдХ рдХрд╛ рдЙрдкрдпреЛрдЧ рдЯрд╛рд▓рдирд╛ред

рдРрд╕реА рдУрд░ рдХрдИ рдмрд╛рддреЗрдВ рд╣реЛ рд╕рдХрддреА рд╣реИ, рдЬреЛ рд╡рд╛рдЪрдХ рдЦреБрдж рддрдп рдХрд░ рд╕рдХрддреЗ рд╣реИрдВ рдФрд░ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдЬреАрд╡рди рдореЗрдВ рд▓рд╛рдиреЗ рдХреА рдХреЛрд╢рд┐рд╢ рдХрд░ рд╕рдХрддреЗ рд╣реИрдВред рдЖрдУ рд╣рдо рд╕рдм рдорд┐рд▓рдХрд░ рдЗрддрдирд╛ рднреА рдХрд░ рд╕рдХреЗрдВ рддреЛ рд░рд╛рд╖реНрдЯреНрд░рджреЗрд╡рддрд╛ рдЬрд░реВрд░ рдЦреБрд╢ рд╣реЛрдВрдЧреА рдФрд░ рд╣рдореЗрдВ рдЕрдкрдирд╛ рдмрд╣реБрдореВрд▓реНрдп рдЖрд╢рд┐рд░реНрд╡рд╛рдж рдкреНрд░рджрд╛рди рдХрд░реЗрдВрдЧреАред

рднрд╛рд░рдд рдорд╛рддрд╛ рдХреА рдЬрдпред

рд╡рдиреНрджреЗ рдорд╛рддрд░рдоред

English Translation

Today, in this last post of this series, i would like to remember those who have showered favours on India and express my gratefulness towards them

I first bow down to God as He is the one who got India, Her independence. You, my reader, may ask me, How come God gave India independence? What was His role in it? How come you Indians always get God involved in everything? On the onset let us clarify this point as such. Yes, God is always a part of my writings and our Indian thought cause we believe that we exist because of him. Not only us but the whole creation exists because of Him. And yes I can logically prove that India got independence according to His wishes. Also at this point I should clarify that this thought has been imbibed in me by Pandurang Shashtriji Athavale. The World War II ended on a victorious note for Great Britain and it’s allies. Winston Churchill, the then prime minister, had led his country to victory through one of the toughest wars. It was he who has given the world the sign of Victory as “V”. He had kept up the high morale of the British troops and citizens during the war. The elections were due that same year and after this victory Churchill coming back to power was a foregone conclusion. But the results were surprising. Labour party with Clement Atlee as its head came to power. Labour was of the view of granting independence to British colonies including India. Winston Churchill’s idea and arrogance about India and Indians is well known to us by now. Now how did this happen? How did the electorate change its mind? I feel that God must have changed their minds. God had his own expectations from India, that let Her be free and guide the world over. (Has She been successful in living upto His expectations? is another question). Thus I first bow down to God.

I secondly bow down to the people who left their careers, families and laid down their lives for the independence of our country. My young readers in today’s times, it is difficult for us to imagine the situation or the battle at that time. Whom were we fighting against? A nation on whom the sun never set. Yet these people (freedom fighters) just selflessly offered themselves to the country without expecting. anything in return. Neither success, nor an expectation from Indians to remember their sacrifice. They just jumped into the burning fire of the independence struggle. A 16/17 year kid, Khudiram Bose, went to the gallows with a smile on his face. One 65/70 year man, Lala Lajpat Rai accepted the brunt of the English batons and gave up his life. A youth of an age of 30/35, Swatantryaveer Vinayak Damodar Sawarkar, accepted a two 50 year sentence in jail with a question “Will British Raj rule India for that much time?”. Our heads are held high even today while taking the names of Bhagatsingh, Rajguru and Sukhdev for their supreme sacrifice. Tatya Tope, Mangalore Pandey, Vasudeo Balwant Phadke, Chandrasekhar Azad, Ramprasad Bismil, Ashfaqullah Khan, Lokmanya Bal Gangadhar Tilak, Bipinchandra Pal, these and many other names make us feel a sense of pride. Let us also not forget the women power of India. Their participation too was to the fullest. Rani Laxmibai, Kittur Rani Chenamma, Kalpana Dutt, Aruna Asaf Ali and many such brave women participated actively in this fight. We can go on and on with these names, but we will just pause here and now bow down to all the known and unknown freedom fighters.

Thirdly I bow down to the person who unified India, as it exists now, and for that he travelled to every nook and corner of India. He is called the Chanakya of Modern India. He integrated more than 500 big and small kingdoms into India with love and understanding and persuasion. Those which could not be pursuaded through understanding and love were then integrated in the way and language they understood well. The person is none other than, the most ardent follower of Mahatma Gandhi, Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel. If Congress was strong then, ready to listen to and follow the Gandhian way, it was because of Vallabhbhai Patel who went around meeting person to person, village to village, city to city to propogate the ideas and ideals of Congress then. It does not matter whether we honour this great man with Bharat Ratna (the highest civilian honour in India), but he is truly a gem produced by Mother India. It is with utmost sadness, I have to say that we do not have a place or samadhi where we can pay our respects to this great son of India. Will we be able to understand the sacrifices this man has made? is a question that I leave to my reader to ponder over. Does India know the living generations of his family? The behaviour / treatment with the family of this great martyr makes one think, that did we fight for this? He did not have any expectations, agreed. But the question is that do we have any responsibility towards people like Sardar?

But where does Bharat stand today in the world? Are we the torch bearers of humanity for the world? Will only technological development and strong economic policy make us one? There was a time when the world recognised Bharat for its spiritual doctrines and borrowed from them. Swami Vivekanand and Gurudev Aurobind were it’s guiding light. We had selfless social workers in Vinoba Bhave and Ravishankar Maharaj (Gujarat) who tirelessly worked towards the betterment of the society as a whole. Where are we today? Lest someone understand am against technological development, let me clarify that am not. But only technological development is not going us to lead unto overall development. Don’t we feel that we are taking care of just one part of the developmental process and ignoring others? We, Bharatiyas will have to think holistically. That will help us regain our prosperity and respect. We will have to change the way we think. Will have to imbibe love and emotions for our country through our education system. If we do this today, then we will be able to see it’s fruits a few years later, cause change is slow.

Today we need to inculcate one’s love for his country and the pride of being an Bharatiya amongst all of us. We will have to study our true history for this. We will have to come out of the dogmas of left wingers and right wingers and think; write in that manner and live what we write and demonstrate. . рддреНрдпрдЬреЗрджреЗрдХрдВ рдХреБрд▓рд╕реНрдпрд╛рд░реНрдереЗ рдЧреНрд░рд╛рдорд╕реНрдпрд╛рд░реНрдереЗ рдХреБрд▓рдВ рддреНрдпрдЬреЗрддреН ред
рдЧреНрд░рд╛рдордВ рдЬрдирдкрджрд╕реНрдпрд╛рд░реНрдереЗ рдЖрддреНрдорд╛рд░реНрдереЗ рдкреГрдерд┐рд╡реАрдВ рддреНрдпрдЬреЗрддреН рее (For the good of many, we will have to leave out one. For the good of the village we will have to leave out many. For the good of our country we will have to leave our village. And for self development and realisation, leave this worldly pleasures) We all have to rise above the narrow mindedness of selfishness, victory and listen to each and every citizen of India. We do not know, who will be guided by the God’s to suggest or speak the truth!

We will have to take all our decisions keeping Bharat and Her greatness in mind. We have done this before. The best example is our constituent assembly consisting of people coming from different areas, thoughts and leanings. Yet, for India, they all discussed, argued, debated and made unanimous decisions. Every person should know that it is his responsibility, our responsibility to run this country in a proper manner. To take care of it and to carry it forward on the path of progress is my responsibility, our responsibility. The day realise this and able to do this, will be the day when we will be democratic and independent in its true sense.

And for this, we will have to reach out to every nook and corner of Bharat. Reach out selflessly to each and every Bharatiya and develop a relationship based on love for our country. Will have to rekindle the fire of Spirituality with love and affection. That will be the rise of true nationalism. From that day onwards, India will again be a true torch bearer of humanity.

My readers, if we are unable to do this, let us all be helpful to people who are into it. If not helpful, let us appreciate the people who are doing it. Atleast let us not be thorn in their paths.

Lastly a small request to all my readers. Let us all try and inculcate some small things in our lives and try to contribute in the development of Bharat. Following are a few suggestions:

1. Not to break a red signal or talk on mobile phone while driving.

2. Keep ourselves healthy. A healthy person is an asset to his country.

3. Plant a small plant every year in your house or in your surroundings and take care of it around the year.

4. Keep your surrounding clean.

5. Avoid using plastic.

These are just a few suggestions. You can add / make yours and try to follow them. Let us all pledge to contribute to Bharat in our own small ways, then our Bharatmata would be happy and would also bless us with Her most valuable blessings.

Bharat Mata ki Jay.

Vande Mataram.

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Matrubhumi – 8 (Repeat)

рджреЛрдЧреНрдзреНрд░реА рдзреЗрдиреБрд░реНрд╡реЛрдврд╛рдирдбреНрд╡рд╛рдирд╛рд╢реБрдГ рд╕рдкреНрддрд┐рдГ

The next part of the mantra asks for milch giving cattle, and cattle which can lift heavy weights. It also asks for fast running horses. Both are very important for an agro-based economy. Indians have very well recognised the importance of these animals long back.

This task of Animal Husbandry and Farming was entrusted to a class of people known as the Vaishyas. As Shreemad Bhagwadgeeta says, “рдХреГрд╖рд┐рдЧреМрд░рдХреНрд╖реНрдпрд╡рд╛рдгрд┐рдЬреНрдпрдВ рд╡реИрд╢реНрдпрдХрд░реНрдо рд╕реНрд╡рднрд╛рд╡рдЬрдореН” (Agriculture, Cattle farming and business are the actions, karma that a Vaishya has to perform).

Rishi Kashyap with the help of such God loving and God centric Vaishyas has taken care of this mother Earth, when Brahmins and Kshatriya’s failed to do so. It is a long story which needs multiple blogs to be told, so if anyone is interested to know about it should read characters of Rishi Kashyap and Parshuram as explained by Pujaniya Pandurang Shashtriji Athavale in his lectures summarised in a book called Rishi Smaran and Dashavataar. Due to the huge work of the Rishi Kashyap and the Vaishyas, our mother Earth is also named as ‘KAASHYAPI‘ and ‘URVI.

‘Kaashyapi’ due to the efforts of Rishi Kashyap. He is the Father of the Indian soil. He holds a special place in our lives. During our rituals, Gotra-uccharan (repeating the name of the Gotra one is born in) is of utmost importance. Gotra means lineage or blood line as we call it nowadays. We Indians believe that we all have our common roots and we belong from the lineage of Sapt Rishis, the seven sages, who made a huge contribution towards buildings our civilisation, culture and society. During these many years many of us have forgotten our Gotra’s. Now being an integral part of our life it is a must to know our Gotra. Shouldn’t we know our ancestors and our lineage? Yet if someone forgets, he/she is considered from the Kashyap Gotra and made to say so ‘Kashyap Gotrotapannoham” (рдХрд╢реНрдпрдк рдЧреЛрддреНрд░реЛрддреНрдкрдиреНрдиреЛрд╣рдореН – I belong to the lineage of Kashyap) in all the rituals whenever and wherever required. Today, there has been a huge scientific research related to DNA and Chromosomes, and if anyone is interested can research and find it out from the many information already available on the internet.

‘Urvi’ as She has been uplifted by the Vaishyas. In the Purush Sukta, where the Almighty has been described as creator of the Universe, one of the verses describes thus. “рд░рд╛рдЬрдиреНрдп: рдХреГрдд: рдмреНрд░рд╛рд╣реНрдордгреЛрд╜рд╕реНрдп рдореБрдЦрд╛рдорд╛рд╕реАрджреНрд╡рд╛рд╣реВред рдКрд░реВ рддрджрд╕реНрдп рдпрджреНрд╡реИрд╢реНрдпрдГ рдкрджреНрднреНрдпрд╛рдВ рд╢реВрджреНрд░реЛ рдЕрдЬрд╛рдпрддрее” (“The Brahmins originate from His Mukha (mouth), the Kshatriya’s from His Bahu (shoulder), the Vaishyas from His URU (thighs) and the Shudras from His PAADA (Feet)”. The Vaishyas come from His Uru and thus the name URVI.

While quoting this above shloka there has been a lot of misunderstanding that the caste system originates from this. And the Brahmins have put themselves at the topmost ladder in the hierarchy. But the thing is that while equating every Varna with the different body parts of the Almighty, the important thing is that they belong to the same Almighty.

At this point, the question I like to ask my readers is that whether your mouth is more important than your shoulders or legs? I think it is these different organs that make us an individual. Every part of the body has its own role and significance. Every part is as important as the other. In the same way, every Varna (caste) is distinct and equally important. No one is big or small, more pious or less. Every Varna (caste) is equal.

The fourth pillar of our society is as important as the first. Shudra’s (and not Kshudra) are the people who provide the basic necessities to the whole human race. In today’s world we call them the service providers. And today we all know and accept their importance in our lives. Yes, during the course of our history, the Shudra’s have been trampled upon and subjugated to different types of tortures from the other 3 Varna’s. And the 3 Varna’s need to correct themselves and apologise to them and take due care of each others sentiments.

But, can we imagine a society without cloth makers, shoe makers, jewellers and all such people who not only provide us our basic necessities but also take care of our needs? And if they are so important to us, how can they be outcastes or untouchables? People living in cities, can you imagine your plight when the regular waste/garbage picker does not come to collect your house waste or society waste. We all start cribbing. Then how can he/she be small? Work doesn’t make anyone small or big, does it? Rather I would say that they are the first people, whom we should be grateful to, as they are the ones who clean our houses by taking away the wastes/garbage and helping us create a pollution free environment in our houses and society at large.

After reading my last 3 blogs, my reader might find my writings as a thing of the past or too conservative. But I appeal to you to apply your minds and brain to the things I have shared. We all agree that we don’t want the caste system as it exists today which discriminates amongst humans. But the whole society is made up by its Intelligentsia (Brahmins), Army (Kshatriyas), Economists (Vaishyas) and Service Providers (Shudras). It exists and maybe known to us by different names but it does exist. At the same time, let us understand that every new born has / should have the right to decide, regarding what he/she wants to do.

These four pillars make our country and I bow to each of them for their contributions towards the society.

Next the Rishi asks for рдкреБрд░рдиреНрдзрд┐рд░реН .

What does this mean?

A very integral part of our society, the women who can administer, rule and run a kingdom.Coming up tommorrow…

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6 word story#9

System rebooted, virus cleared, new world...

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Mother’s Day – 2

We live in the land of рдорд╛рддреГ рджреЗрд╡реЛ рднрд╡ред (my Mother is God).

The land which venerates even the rivers and cows as Mother. “Maa Ganga” and “Gau Mata”. Even “Bharat Mata”. People laugh when they hear this. But its natural to equate them to a mother. As a mother selflessly looks after the well being of her child, so do they. As Bhagwaan Ram says,

рдЬрдирдиреА рдЬрдиреНрдорднреВрдорд┐рд╢реНрдЪ рд╕реНрд╡рд░реНрдЧрд╛рджрдкрд┐ рдЧрд░реАрдпрд╕реА ред

(My mother, my motherland is greater then even the heavens)

So we Indians consider many things around us as our Mother, but today we celebrate our Mother’s at home.

We celebrate the sacrifices she has made for us.

We celebrate the warmth she has given.

We celebrate the efforts she has taken to keep the family together.

We celebrate the ideal of selfless love and selfless work.

Mother is the one who shapes her child’s future. That does not absolve the fathers of their duty. But Mother is someone with whom the child spends most of the day. She takes care of all the needs, likes-dislikes of her kids and trains then to become better humans. The child needs too understands this. And it is out of this respect and adoration, the child bows down to the mother. We dont need to train our kids, the kids learn by seeing what their elders do. And amongst them; firstly what their mothers do! Again I should clarify that it does not absolve the father from his responsibilities. Both are equally important and play a big role in shaping their child’s life.

But

Mother is a mother,

every other relations seems another

I would like to share a very personal experience from my childhood days. I very clearly remember that in school, when I was in STD 8th, took part in a tableau competitionтАж Was to play the announcerтАж Being a Gujarati and studying in a convent has its own problemsтАж Pronunciations play a major partтАж I still remember my teacher sitting besides me to work on my pronunciationsтАж I was not getting one word right, ‘Mother’тАж She must have worked on it for hours and got to make me pronounce it rightтАж I was very annoyed at that age. Why is she doing this with me? What difference does it make?тАж I realised it later when we won and stood first in the competition just by 1/2 a mark and the judges appreciating my pronunciationsтАж That was the material gainтАж But just a few years back I realised it’s spiritual importance, which cannot be expressed in words.

Even today in these days of the lockdown, the only place open for work is the kitchen. She rules over it royally. Her command over not only the kitchen, but the whole house is something we all need to realise and appreciate.

A house of 4 walls becomes a home due to the mother!

A mother is not only the head of the house, but is the heart of the house

And a mother is the best companion in life!

So on this day we remember the mothers around the world and bow down to them with adoration and respect!

Let us remember, every day is a Mother’s day!

Wishing you all, my readers and your mother’s a very Happy Mother’s Day.Let’s give Her the best She deserves!

PS : pls read my older post on Mother the link to which I provide herewith : https://ameetkothari.wordpress.com/2019/08/29/matrudin/

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Indian Forces salute the Corona Warriors…

In an unprecedented move, the tri-forces of the Indian Military Service, saluted the Corona Warriors all over India by showering petals, fly pasts and small gifts. For the first time, the three chiefs of Army, Navy and Airforce went to the Police memorial and paid their respects to the Police personnel who are guarding India, within. A rare moment of history now collected in pitcures…