Enjoying The Makeshift Swings

Few days back I got a chance to visit Chintapurni Mata (a religious place in North India). I went there with my family and everyone in the family be it be young or old, all were excited about the journey. Our religious journey began early in the morning and we reached there by 10 A.M. As it wasn’t my first visit to the place but still I couldn’t remember much about the place as I was just a kid when I had last visited the place. So even I got all excited with the small kids in the family and we all started our march towards the temple.

As it was the holiday season going on so as expected there was a lot of rush and we were to stand in long queues which took almost 2 hours for the devotees to reach the main temple. None had much to do in the queue so mostly people were idling, gossiping or simply checking into the shops coming in the way making sure they dont go out of their queue. While I was noticing all of them I got to see a small girl, must have been around 3 or 4 years of age, who was dressed as “Devi Ma” (Hindu Goddess), sitting fixed in one place having a round plate in front of her where some people were offering money as an offer to Devi Ma.

My heart pained to see that scene and as I was discussing the same with my father, few more girls came near us. Those young girls were so cute and adorable to look at but what was shocking was to hear them asking for Kanjak (an offering made to young girls at certain Hindu rituals). First I thought its summer vacations going on so they all are enjoying their time but when I asked them if they go to school and they all shook heads saying no.

First I thought to convince them all to go to school and tell them how important it is to have primary education but realized it will be a futile effort as they all are doing what they have been taught by their parents and upbringing of the society. I knew it was of no use to argue standing in a queue, so just simply asked them if they would like to go to school and as I knew the answer before hand it was a big no again. They were all so concerned about the money which some of the devotees were offering to the Kanjak Devi’s.

Just to keep the conversation going with them I made a reference to a TV commercial of Anupam Kher and a small girl which comes to promote the primary education, asking those small girls that if they seen that TV commercial. Some of them nodded while others remained quiet. I said the add says “Padhega India, tabhi to Badhega India”, and you all are the future ho India so if you wont study then how will our country progress. They all looked at me with something in their eyes as if saying to me why am I just saying and not doing anything for them there. While our conversation was going on some devotees who were standing around me in the queue stared at me probably wondering that in there superstitions that I will be damned for saying such a thing to Kanjak Devi’s or thinking that may be it should really be stopped.

The girls stood there for sometime and then went to receive the offerings while I just kept thinking all the time if I could really do something for them. Cant we just help these girls tied in the chains of superstitions and let them break free into the world of innocence where kids know how to play and learn. Wondered how could their parents even expect to have an earning hand from them. While I was still hoping to let these girls also have a life of there own just like all kids of their age have, I passed from the place where I took the above picture.

Here these innocent girls who are abetted by superstition and people’s misbelief, drop school and pose as “DEVI MA” (Hindu Goddess) or “Kanjak Devi” for monetary benefits, escaped the eyes of their parents and got content with the makeshift swings and colourful accessories. Innocent enough for these girls not knowing that the material for their makeshift swings and the colourful accessories they used was an offering made in the main temple by the devotees. I just thought that if human beings are harsh on such soft lives, its the Goddess of Herself is giving them a playground to enjoy, play and learn.

Nevertheless, these kids Smiled and Made Me Smile! And I moved on with the hope that may be one day the scene would change and the superstitions fixed in the mind of the society would give enough space to the kids to have a life of their own

Before going to watch a movie I happened to read an article written by Sagarika Ghose and Thank God that I perchance read it just a day before not because it has said a lot about the movie but because it made me see the movie from an angle from where I knew that this movie does not only contain wit and humour but also sarcasm and criticism.

The movie from my view has come up with a good concept and storyline highlighting the fact that our education system is bad enough that it requires an immediate change. Good direction and great acting and everything else fully technically sound. But somehow it made me think of “Taare Zameen Par” and Munna Bhai M.B.B.S. both had the same concept to improve our education system. Every child is special in its own way so why to force them to be what we want them to be, let them follow their own way of doing things they love to do and feel more happy and satisfied by doing them.

After reading the above mentioned article I really thought I will also be the one who will be criticizing the movie but while watching it I found nothing of the sort. No doubt people or should i say Prof like VIRUS are hard to find but they do exist in our own society. And all those who say no, would like to ask from them if they had not seen or heard any news about suicides being committed by students due to pressure from teachers? No doubt the presure of family, relatives, society and sometimes even friends is also a reason but teachers are supposed to help and improve but not pressurize them but alas its not the situation these days.

Had been a student and now in teaching profession, so had seen life from both ways and have realized that if the things are taught with more practical knowledge or apart from bookish knowledge there is always a greater chance of student being more attentive in class than otherwise. A point well placed in the movie when Rancho writes on greenboard two words and says to find out their meaning in 30 seconds from the book. He was just trying to keep his point there that teach in a way which inculcates in students a habbit of finding and searching something new. So that new ideas can sprang up, which might lead to great inventions.

Just think for a minute about all the great scientists, inventors etc and see if they would have been into such a place where knowledge was only confined till books, with no extra help given, imagine how the world would have been with nothing new coming up. Similar is the case in our schools and colleges. Its not about only being strict its about giving them more and more. Few years back once I was listening to a discussion on Doordarshan on some similar topic, a scientist there was relating an incident he heard from a student that once a 3rd standard student went up to his science teacher and asked,”when my mother makes pooris why do they swell profusely”, and the teacher’s reply to this was that, “it is not in your syllabus, you sit down and concentrate on what is being taught to you”.

The point here I am trying to make is that if bookish knowledge is all what schools and colleges are for then what is the need to even go into the classrooms and that’s what the notion the majority youth has inculcated in their minds and that’s where we need to change the system. Here I am not talking anything about big deemed institutes or universities like IIT’s, IIM’s or other top level colleges but what I am trying to talk here is that majority of the youth who graduates from hundred’s of other colleges who feel getting a degree is their only aim. That youth of other hundred’s of colleges get into anywhere their path leads them to be. Now imagine a person calling himself/herself as an electronics, mechanical, computer or engineer in any other field doesn’t even know the basics of what they had done. I know it seems ridiculous to read but it is what the fact is.

Teachers calling students as dumb, knowing nothing or “nalayak” is common to hear but what they forget is that generally there is some or the other teacher behind every student for him/her being the one. Now, be that teacher be at home, school or college. If any student does excellently good a teacher feels proud to say that, that is my student then why do they ignore the others if they aren’t performing well. I am not saying that its the teacher who needs to feed each and every student with all the answers so that they score well but what I want to state is that the teachers should teach in an interesting way where the interest of the student grows from internally in whatever he/she is studying and to do this its again the teachers who can encourage them or discourage them to learn it.

I remember an instance from my degree college, there used to be a teacher who used to take our classes but once she taught something which I knew is incorrect due to some pre-interest in that subject so I humbly pointed it out to her but she refused to agree with me but when I insisted she said me to go out of the class or to sit down quietly so I decided to remain quiet, out of respect. I still don’t know if that was the right way or the wrong way but what I do know is from that day onwards I lost interest in that particular subject and till date I hate it from the core of my heart. If instead that teacher could have just said that I will confirm and let you know tomorrow even if she didn’t knew it. Her one reaction made me change my mind that I don’t like that subject.  Something similar that happened with Ishan in Taare Zameen Par when he was interested in drawing and wanted to draw anything his heart says but when he gets spat from his teachers and gets ridiculed by everyone he looses his interest in drawing as well until he is again encouraged by Nikumbh Sir and he starts performing well in every subject.

If we get teachers like Nikumbh Sir or have the attitude like Rannchod Das Jhanjhar or that of Munna Bhai free to do all the your heart is saying to then not only life but also studies becomes easy. Doing things with heavy heart or doing it only because someone else has forced you to or is pressurizing you to do it is not impossible for anyone to do but at one point of life it really becomes heavy to carry on and the heart feels like leaving everything and running away from whatever you are doing. Just don’t let your heart get into a situation where you will feel like doing anything like this. Or you would feel like just saying,”Give me some sunshine, give me some rain, give me another chance, I want to grow up once again.”In the end if I had to rate the movies would rate Taare Zameen Par – 5/5, 3Idiots – 4.5/5 and would keep Munna Bhai M.B.B.S. on the same level i.e., 4.5/5

Hope you all enjoyed the movie and wil try to capture the good points from it and I really pray the habit of spoon feeding among teachers and students everywhere around vanishes and an interest develops among everyone in whatever they are doing.

We all loved to learn bicycle when we were kid then why don’t we use that long learnt skill to help reduce pollution and as we all know its a good exercise also so we get twice the benefit by just using bicycle i.e, help in reduction of pollution along with a healthy physique. If in case one cant use a bicycle then one can walk for small distances or use public transport instead. All these ways will help reduce air pollution and also help us save some bucks in our pockets.

Another very common thing which we see as the main reason for air pollution.. Of course you got it right emission of smoke from factories/industries but we cant do much about it until we have powerful parties along our side to stand against a powerful party. Its upto the rich and so called intelligent persons to see that if they call themself as well educated and talk a lot about social issues what in real are they doing.. After all spending some money on filters to reduce pollution wont cost more than the health hazards suffered by the people breathing in that air.. But we leave this matter to them as here we are to talk about things which are feasible. You must have got it right by now.. yes its the emission from automobiles.

A very common view on Indian roads.. so many vehicles and many of them not taken care of.. auto drivers using diesel or kerosene oil instead of petrol.. If any one of you sit in an auto or any other vehicle try to make the driver listen to you and make him understand about the ill-effects it has on environment even after it saves some money to him its not worth it. Try educating people around you and stop them from doing wrong. We educate our children not to inhibit bad habits same way our Earth is our Mother Planet so it becomes our responsibility to educate them not to pollute our Mother Nature. Get your vehicles properly serviced at regular time as it not only reduces pollution but also gives long life to the machinery.

Try to plant more and more trees whenever you get time and not only planting do find few minutes once or twice in a week to go and see if it has been watered and if not then do so and make them live becuase they make us live and that also without asking anything from us in return.

Save water and electricity by a number of ways which we all know but its upto us whether we adopt them or just let them be wasted even if its causing us to pay more.. Dont think that it will only let you save a few rupees, remember a penny save is penny earned and we all know how difficult it is to maintain a living in this era where cost of living is increasing day by day. So find ways to save more, consume less, try using renewable sources like solar energy, thermal energy etc.

We can all do a lot to save our environment but the point is that we will remain indifferent until something big happens. Why do we always have to wait for worse things to occur when we can always stop them?

Learn to save and preserve because that is the only way we can help save ourselves, our children and our community from the havoc building up due to pollution.

Please start doing atleast your part of job to help save our Mother Nature our Mother Planet Our Dear Earth. Please let this blue sky remian beautifully blue, dont let it turn into a dark ugly shade of black which will only destroy us.
]]> http://sharmamonica.wordpress.com/2008/07/20/say-no-to-pollution/feed/ 0 Monica http://sharmamonica.wordpress.com/2008/07/18/every-cloud-has-a-silver-lining/ http://sharmamonica.wordpress.com/2008/07/18/every-cloud-has-a-silver-lining/#comments Fri, 18 Jul 2008 09:23:03 +0000 Monica http://sharmamonica.wordpress.com/?p=60 ]]> There she was lying quietly on her bed lost in her world of thoughts, remembering how she reached to this day. She wished she could be a little child again, who have a care free life.. always having fun, playing and lost in world of dreams n thoughts, just busy playing without thinking about past, present or future. But times change, life changes, we need to move ahead and grow to become what I am today? Was the question she was asking to herself, thinking how could she move ahead by stepping on a dream which she had from years. She lied their wondering why is she so sensitive and emotional? Why could she not stand with what she had dreamt to be since a kid. So what if a designer needs to do lot of hard work to have worldwide recognition and what if tomorrow no firm hired her for accounts or if the firm took her then who takes the guarantee to let her go and join it while her parents being so conservative and protective about her?

Fate did not show her anything but her own deeds did. Always remaining quiet, not participating in any kind of discussions at home or with relatives made her so quiet and shy that no one could ever understood what she wanted to do or have in life. Everyone took her silence as an assumption to her yes or no whatever they wanted to take it as and kept on moving ahead, not looking back, not even for once, not asking  why is she not reacting or saying anything. Even it wasn’t that she never spoke or she never wanted to but whenever she tried to say anything she got her feelings hurt.

Ruby remembered how she and her brother Ryan used to sit and play when kids. Laugh, enjoy, irritate each other and then when Ryan hit her while playing and she went up to her mother crying, complaining and Ryan got scolded. How hurt she was that day thinking Ryan got scolded and cried because of her. Since that day she stopped complaining and grudging about small-small fights and reduced her complaints for Ryan. But what happened when Ryan complained about her? She grinned over it, went back to old days, he often went up to mother with a complaint and Ruby got slapped most of the times he had complained about her, then she used to cry for the slaps she had got and more because Ryan laughed at her teasingly while she was crying, getting hurt, thinking in her heart that she will get Ryan scolded the same way but could hardly do. This continued for long till one day when they visited their cousins place and Ryan again started teasing her, as Ruby had stopped reacting in the same way to tease or to reply, Ryan continued until she cried for help to stop him. Then came Mrs Arman angrily and started scolding Ruby but that was a different day, Ruby had her cousins with her who saw everything going on and when they told Mrs Arman that it is Ryan’s fault not Ruby’s then Mrs Arman stopped, looked at both of them and scolded both for not repeating any non sense stuff outside.

Ruby went outside room, cried for sometime as she got a realization confirmed that day. A realization which she had from years, that her mother loves her son more than her. Every child gets hurt to know this that his/her mother loves his/her brother/sister more, thought Ruby. While Ruby was a normal sensitive kid she got hurt too but not as much as to develop any kind of hatred or anything for anyone. She had a pure heart which had love even for the ones who hated her. She has never learned to retaliate in hatred and never did she do any such thing till today. At that time they were kids but now they are grown ups. Her mother’s concern more for her brother has never pinched her after that day rather that day made her understand why his brother is not scolded in the same way as she was.

She thought why the hell cant I stay on what I want to do? Why should I not answer their questions and stand for myself but then letting her thoughts out made her feel ripped off, ripped off everything she is wearing. Still after that she managed to stay on what she had thought for almost a week before she said yes for accounts. Her mother Mrs Arman, a lady with a heart of gold, having love and respect for everyone, determination to make her children study as high as their abilities could take them.  But in all this she forgot that her own daughter had some other dreams in some other field which interested her more than anything else in this whole world. Ruby wondered how many times have I asked from mom but could never find a satisfactory reply to her questions. She had no idea why is her mother saying that this field is not good for her.

Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining

For almost a week her mother didn’t talk to her, didn’t care if she had eaten something since morning or not, didn’t ask anything from her, if ever said anything then that was in complete anger. How cold Ruby, a person who has not learned to retaliate, to fight, who has not seen such anger ever in her life could tolerate her mother’s anger for long. To have peace at home and bring back all the things to normal at home for her and her mother she had to say yes. With a firm belief in Krishan ji and her mother she said to herself its a beautiful world. A world where every thing has a reason to happen, if this has not happened according to her wish then its something best happened for her which will surely lead her to success. She knew that even the darkest cloud has a silver lining in it so there cant be anything dark for her, never in this world.

Though she was saying all this to her, her Heart was not ready to listen and why should it be? Its not easy to make a broken heart smile, a heart which was broken because its dream was gone forever. While she was lost in all these thoughts she heard her mothers voice calling her for lunch. Wow! That’s the most beautiful voice on earth, she exclaimed with joy. She smiled by hearing the smile in her mother’s voice, wiped off her tears and went to have lunch.

Do you think Ruby was on wrong terms with her heart? She knew she cant smile from inside but still she had a bright smile on her face? May be this is what is called the smile which you sometimes get by making others happy, after all not everyone in this world gets a chance to make their parents smile. What do you think?

These were some of the questions which were running in the mind of Ruby. Ruby who used to be a sweet innocent and shy girl when she was a kid but her shyness and her innocence had today brought her to a point where now she stands waiting for the future to unfold itself. Ruby had always been full of life.. Wishing to enjoy every moment which came to her, when she used to laugh it looked like the whole world is smiling and laughing with her but now she don’t even dare to smile.

Ruby just finished her high school studies and was now to choose a field which would decide her future. She with her full heart wanted to be a designer but her parents wanted her to go with accounts. She could not understand why is something like accounts is being forced to her specially when she has no interest in doing it. “Why the hell should I do it?”, she asked herself. She remembered her father telling her long back that he had so much passion for electronics that he left chemical engineering within an year and did a diploma in electronics instead of getting a degree in chemical and see how happy and successful he is now.

Ruby always looked up at Mr. Arman, her father as her role model, someone who is so successful and so very helpful to everyone who went up to him. Everyone in the family had always stopped or felt irritated from his habit of trusting anyone blindly and helping them to the full. Many a times his this nature had brought him lots of loss financially but he never stopped trusting people and helping them. This aspect of his has kept Ruby’s spirits so high and made her totally frank in front of him. Sometimes Ruby’s friends used to be so surprised by seeing her talking so coolly and calmly with her father that they used to ask her how are you so friendly with your dad?  And there she gave them a bright smile of hers with a beautiful spark in her eyes.

But today, today is completely different. There is no spark in her eyes. She is just sitting and crying with thousands of questions running in her mind trying to find some words and space in this world full of people in and around her from whom she wants to ask so so many questions. “Will there be anyone to answer them ever? Will I be satisfied? Why why cant I do what my Heart wishes me to do? Why papa? Papa you also did not complete your degree because you had no interest in those subjects, then why are you saying me to do so? Why Krishan ji? Why?” These and many more questions were going on in inside her. Waiting for her to just open her mouth once and all these will be fired out. But only tears came down from those two beautiful sparkling eyes who were loosing their sparkle by getting filled with that salty water. She really wished someone to help her out, someone who could understand her, someone who could listen to her slow voice which was murmuring for help, which was saying to let me live my life my way but none. She felt there is none except her best friend who will listen to her.

Lord Krishan whom the whole world looks up as God she looked up as her friend. The only friend she had for almost 3.5 years of her late school life. No one bothered if she is sitting in class or if she is not. So numb as if her presence made no difference to anyone. Wanting to talk to everyone, longing for friends she found none so she made Lord Krishan as Krishan ji, her best friend. Krishan ji with whom she used to talk every single thing on this earth while sitting alone. If someone would have looked up to her at that time she would have easily got the title of a mad person.

Gone With The Wind

While words were waiting to come out of her mouth her father and uncle aunt were pressurizing her to say yes for accounts and start studying for the entrance tests. She stopped crying for a minute, thought something and finally said,”Okay, I will do it.” Till now she was not going with the wind but now she gave herself and her future, her career, her whole life to the unexpected. She gave off her interests at that very point, stopped expecting anything from anyone got depressed and dejected but decided to live to see what else is in stored for her in the coming future, as that’s the way to live a life which she has learned from Mr Arman, the never say die attitude.

Ruby and her father then left for their house. All the way to home, there were thoughts roaming in her mind, what would have happened if papa was forced to complete his engineering? Would he have been so successful, happy and satisfied with his life as he is now? With so many unanswered questions fighting in her mind, they got a push when car stopped but only tears came out. With the first step in kitchen Mr Arman said mission successful, she will be doing accounts, hearing this brought smiles on everyone’s face and tears in Ruby’s eyes.

She went in her room and got lost in a world of thoughts again and asked herself is this called being in a fix or is this choosing in a dilemma? She had learned to fight from her dad and so she will fight her unanswered questions and make them silent by giving them a blow of smiles, her one yes, had brought on every member’s face in her family but she had no answer for the tears she had brought in her own Heart.

What do you think? Was Ruby’s decision correct? Should she have fought with her parents for something she never wanted to do? Is it right to fight and go against your parent’s wish?
]]> http://sharmamonica.wordpress.com/2008/07/16/rubys-dilemma/feed/ 0 Monica Gone With The Wind http://sharmamonica.wordpress.com/2008/07/14/excerpts-of-village-life/ http://sharmamonica.wordpress.com/2008/07/14/excerpts-of-village-life/#comments Mon, 14 Jul 2008 09:34:28 +0000 Monica http://sharmamonica.wordpress.com/2008/07/14/38/ ]]> This post has been liked by many of my readers at blogspot. So thought to do some shadow posting here..

There are many amongst us who have never been to a countryside and others who have not breathed in a clean green environment which gives the pure ‘mitti ki khushboo‘ or heart warming fragrance of our Motherland.Here in this post I will try to take you in a village of Punjab and bring in front of you some excerpts from village life. Last to last weekend I went to village Dhaliwal, near Noormahal, Punjab. Was good to see that there are still villages which are far from the city/industry influence yet uses all the modern methods of farming. Inspite of using modern methods it has such a clean pollution free environment that I loved to be in that environment in first breath.

Don’t believe me?? What else can be a better example to show than this photograph I clicked. Just have a look and lets see if you can guess what is it. Anyone guessed? Looks like a pond isn’t it? But wait.. its not a clean pond of water .. its a place where in village all the waste water is collected and you wont believe I could stand near this waste water collection(called as ‘chappar‘ in Punjabi) for hours without covering my nose or making any sort of faces. It wasn’t stinky at all.. And another good thing I would like to mention is that we stepped out of our car at the place this photograph was taken and I just loved my pollution free first breath

The very next thing I had my eyes on was a ‘gadda‘ better called as bullock cart. Bullocks are attached to its front and they move pulling this wooden frame to carry the load. First I thought that people here still use this old way of carrying load but was relieved to find out that this is not used much and is used to carry some stuff from house to farm and why not its easy and pollution free way to move load for small distances. Moreover it doesn’t require any sort of petrol.

Just beside that gadda was a shed made where cows were merrymaking in their own houses.. Yes you guessed it right someone has made shed for its cows near his farms. And if you are wondering what are those machines used for in the photograph, then let me have the honor to tell you that those are used to make food for cows. Its feeded from the back end and the round wheel is rotated manually by hand which contains sharp blades that cuts the feed(or pathe as we call). Its really a good physical exercise to do which keeps people fit and healthy and its fun to do too. Aaahh.. i remember my childhood.. We all cousins used to get together and had to have a race to see who does faster and longer and prepares feed for cows. Wish to relive those days once again.

Now before I get lost into my dreamland its time to show you what the lady is upto in this photograph. If anyone one of you is wondering if thats the shit she is working with then you guessed it right. Its cow dung.. source of manure in fields and source of fuel in kitchens. The lady here is making ‘pathis’ thats what is called in Punjabi. As you can clearly see the shape given to them, as some of the cowdung is given a shape of a pathi its kept aside to dry. Once dried in sun its used as fuel in kitchens. Just in case if your thought process is wondering then let me quench your thirst and tell you that yes, I have even worked like the lady in this picture when I was a small kid who loved to help her grandmother.

This one clearly shows what it is. A farmer ploughing his fields with a tractor while the white migratory birds are resting peacefully. No wonder birds love to go to villages than to stay in cities. I wish I was a bird who could easily breathe in a clean fresh air. Uncle whom we visited also told that there were two peacocks often seen somewhere near this field but my tough luck.. there was none seen that day

You all might have seen this hut shaped kind of structures in fields while traveling. These are known as ‘koop‘ in Punjabi. The seeds from crop is removed and the leftover remains or stalks of that crop are collected and stored in it(leftover is known as ‘tudi‘ in Punjabi).

This kind of structure protects it from eroding away with rain or wind and is used for many purposes one of the major one being mixing in cows feed.

How can I not tell you about the plane shaped water tanks made on roof top in many houses in villages. Houses whose sons are gone abroad can be easily identified.. you just need to check the roof top if it has a plane shaped water tank. Of course it isn’t the case with everyone but yes most of them are like that.

But I was astonished to see this plane of Air Canada, and am sure you will also be.. Why? Because its not just a water tank shaped plane, its a room. Yes, a room made in the shape of an airplane . Strange yet true. A flight not to be missed!

We don’t need any water purifiers!
I am not saying this but this photograph is. Carefree and life full of physical exercise leads to a healthy health. These children and all other villagers who dont have any purifier but a handpump in their houses dont require any aquagaurd. They drink natural and pure water. Aren’t they leading a healthier life than us?

By the way what does a child want? No restrictions and full time masti.. that is to live a childhood full of kiddish things.. No stopping from anything just letting children to be children.. I wonder if I have spent such a care free life. Have you?

We and our government are lazy but villagers are not. Have you ever seen rain water harvesting anywhere? I have and its always been in a village not only because people have a lot of space over there but because they know the true value of Water.

All of us have seen a brick factory and for those who haven’t can see it in this photograph. But what many of you might not have seen is water collected before it. This is not done through pumps and stuff but its rain water which is collected. Does this not sound great?

Finally we started from village for entering into an unpeaceful environment which is full of educated intellectuals but lacks the basic sense of living to keep our environment clean and beautiful.

Wonder why we call ourselves as educated when we could not even do 25% of what villagers do to live in a healthy and pollution free environment saving all what they can, not only consuming but also trying to return to Mother Nature all what they can.

This was a small excerpt of village life from my and my camera’s eye. My experience in being a village had always been excellent. There are a lot more things which occur in a daily village life. I didnt had time to capture all those but I tried all what I could to show my readers.

Have you ever been to a village? How was the experience? Do share your views/thoughts/experiences with me by just typing it out in the comment box.

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This is my first post here at wordpress and I am quite excited about it. As some of you  might be wondering that why am having another blog here at wordpress then that’s simply because I have heard a lot that writing at wordpress is completely a unique experience and this one is far better than blogspot. Well, I had a good experience at blogspot also but then its good to have new experiences and more exposure to learn more. So am here.. doing some shadow postings here & there as well as writing something unique here & there.

And as I always say.. let your thoughts fly.. dreams have a new horizon.. give no limits to yourself.. because SKY is the Limit. So come along and try to touch the BLUE SKY.