Wednesday, March 18, 2015
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அந்த விவசாயி குட்டி யானையின் உணவுகளைப் பற்றி யானை வளர்க்கும் தனது நண்பர் ஒருவரிடம் கேட்டு அறிந்து கொண்டு வருகிறார், பிறகு அந்த யானையை அவர்களே வளர்ப்பது என்று முடிவு செய்கிறார்கள், அந்த யானையின் கண்களில் அவ்வப்போது வழியும் கண்ணீரை அந்தக் குழந்தைகள் துடைக்கிறார்கள், அந்தக் குட்டி யானையும் அவர்களோடு அன்போடு பழகத் துவங்குகிறது, கொஞ்சம் கொஞ்சமாக அந்த யானையின் கண்களில் கண்ணீர் வருவது நிறுத்தப்படுகிறது, யானைகள் அழுகுமா என்பது பற்றி எனக்குத் தெரியாது, ஆனால், அந்தக் குட்டி யானையின் சின்னக் கண்களில் கண்ணீர் தேங்கி நிற்பதைப் பார்க்கையில் யானைகள் மனிதர்களைப் போலவே அன்பில் கட்டுண்டு கிடப்பதை என்னால் உணர முடிந்தது. அந்தக் குழந்தைகள் இருவரும் அந்த யானையோடு பொழுதெல்லாம் விளையாடுகிறார்கள், அவர்கள் ஒரு மலைச்சரிவான கிராமத்தில் வசிக்கிறார்கள், அவர்களின் வீடு வைக்கோல் வைத்து வேயப்பட்ட பசுமை நிறைந்த ஒரு சரிவில் இருக்கிறது, அந்தச் சரிவில் யானை எந்தச் சிக்கலும் இல்லாமல் ஏறி விடுகிறது, குழந்தைகளுக்கு சரிவில் ஏறுவது சிரமமாக இருக்கிறது, பெரியவள், சின்னப் பெண்ணை யானையின் வாலைப் பிடித்துக் கொண்டு ஏறுமாறு சொல்கிறாள், அந்த யானைக்குட்டி தனது தும்பிக்கையை நீட்டி அந்தக் குட்டிப் பெண்ணை அழைக்கிறது, பிறகு மெல்ல தனது தும்பிக்கையைச் சுழற்றி அவளை அலாக்காகத் தூக்கி சமதளத்தில் விடுகிறது.
சின்னக் குழந்தை ஒரு முறை காய்ச்சலில் படுத்து விடுகிறாள், அந்த வீட்டின் தாய் அவளுக்கு பத்துப் போட்டு, சில கஷாய மருந்துகளைக் கொடுக்கிறாள், அப்போது அந்த யானை குறுக்கும் மறுக்குமாக நடந்து திரிகிறது, தனது தாயைப் பிரிந்தது போலவே அதன் கண்களில் கண்ணீர் தேங்கி நிற்கிறது, உலகின் அத்தனை திரைப்படங்களிலும் காணக் கிடைக்காத ஒரு விதமான கடும் நெருக்கடியை அந்தக் காட்சி வழங்கியது, உடைந்து என் கண்களில் இருந்து கண்ணீர்த் துளிகள் பெருக்கெடுக்கின்றன, நான் ஒரு சிறு குழந்தையைப் போலவே அன்று அழுதேன், அவள் குணமான பின்பு அவளை அழைத்துக் கொண்டு அந்த யானை காட்டுக்குள் செல்கிறது, சுற்றிக் காட்டுகிறது, அந்தச் சின்னப் பெண்ணும் அப்போது வளர்ந்து கொஞ்சம் பெரியவளாகிறாள், யானை இந்தக் குழந்தைகள் இருவரையும் சுமந்து கொண்டு இந்தோனேஷியா மலைச் சரிவுகளில் சுற்றித் திரிகிறது. மலைக் காடுகள், தெளிந்த நீரால் நிரம்பி ஓடும் ஆறு வீட்டுக்கருகில் பாய்ந்து ஓடுவது, மேகங்கள் அந்த வீட்டின் வைக்கோல் கூரைகளை உரசிக் கொண்டு திரிவது என்று ஒரு அற்புதமான சூழல் நிலவும் அந்த நிலப்பரப்பில் இயற்கையோடு ஒட்டி உறவாடும் அந்தக் குடும்பம், அந்த யானையையும் சேர்த்துக் கொண்ட பிறகு இன்னும் அழகான குடும்பமாக காட்சியாக்கப்பட்டிருக்கும்.
அப்போது ஒரு இளம் காட்டு இலாகா அதிகாரி இவர்களின் வீட்டுக்கு வருகிறான், யானையைப் பார்க்க வேண்டும் என்று வருகிற அவனது கண்களில் கொஞ்சம் கனிவு இருப்பதை அவன் அந்த யானையை வருடிக் கொடுப்பதில் இருந்து கண்டு கொள்ள முடிகிறது, மூத்த பெண்ணுக்கும் அந்த இளம் அதிகாரிக்கும் இடையில் ஒரு சிறு புன்னகை மலர்கிறது, அந்தப் புன்னகையின் வெளிச்சத்தில் யானையின் நிழல் படிகிறது, இந்தக் குழந்தைகள் இருவரும் அந்த யானையின் மீது கொண்டிருக்கும் அன்பைக் கண்டு வியக்கிறான் அந்த இளம் அதிகாரி, அவனும் கூட அந்த யானையை நேசிக்கத் துவங்குகிறான், மூத்த பெண்ணின் மீது காதல் கொள்கிறான் அந்த இளம் இந்தோனேஷியா வாலிபன், பிறிதொரு நாளில் அந்த இளம் அதிகாரி தன்னுடைய குடும்பத்தினரோடு விவசாயியின் வீட்டுக்கு வருகிறான், வழக்கமான சடங்குகள் உடன் கூடிய ஒரு பெண் பார்க்கும் நிகழ்வாக அந்தக் காட்சி இருக்கிறது, அந்த நிகழ்வில் யானையும் அலங்கரிக்கப்பட்டு இருக்கிறது, சின்னப் பெண் அந்த யானையை வந்திருப்பவர்கள் அனைவருக்கும் அறிமுகம் செய்கிறாள், அவர்களை வரவேற்பது போல அந்த யானை துதிக் கையைத் தூக்கிப் பிளிர்கிறது. படம் முடிகிறது.
மனித வாழ்க்கையில் உறவுகளின் தாக்கம், உயிர் வாழ்க்கையின் சமன்பாடுகள், இயற்கையின் அழகு, இயற்கையோடு இணைந்த வாழ்க்கையில் இருக்கும் அளப்பரிய மகிழ்ச்சி, ஒரு தந்தையின் கடமைகள், அவனது மனநிலை, குழந்தைகளின் மனநிலை, காதல், இயற்கை அரண்களின் மீதான அரசுகளின் அலட்சியப் போக்கு என்று எளிமையாகச் சொல்லப்பட்டிருக்கும் அந்தப் படத்தைப் பார்த்து முடித்த கையோடு (கண்ணோடு) இந்தியத் தொலைக்காட்சிகளில் முதன் முறையான ஒரு தமிழ்த் திரைப்படம் கண்ணில் பட்டு அந்தப் படத்தின் வலிமையை வேறு இன்னும் தனியாக உணர்த்தியது துணைக் கதை.
யானைகளுக்கு மதம் பிடிக்குமே தவிர மதங்களைப் பிடிக்காது, ஆயினும் நாம் அவற்றுக்கு பட்டையும் நாமமும் சார்த்தி அவற்றைத் தெருக்களில் பிச்சை எடுக்க வைக்கிறோம், யானைகள் எந்த உயிர்களையும் தொல்லை செய்வதில்லை, தங்கள் குடும்பங்களோடு அவை அமைதியான வாழ்க்கையை விரும்புகின்றன, யானைகள் தங்கள் நிலங்களைப் பறித்துக் கொண்டு வாழ்வாதாரத்தை ஏளனம் செய்யும் மனிதர்களை, என்னை மன்னித்ததைப் போலவே மன்னித்து விடுகின்றன. அவற்றிடம் இருந்து நாம் கற்றுக் கொள்ள உயரிய பண்புகள் பல இருக்கிறது. யானைகளை நான் நேசிக்கிறேன், யானைகளை எப்போதேனும் தெருவில் அல்லது கோவில்களில் பார்த்தால் அவற்றுக்கு நான் காசு கொடுப்பதில்லை, பழங்களை மட்டுமே வாங்கி அவற்றுக்குக் கொடுக்கிறேன், தலையை ஆட்டியபடி அவை அந்தப் பழங்களை ருசிப்பதை அளவற்ற மகிழ்வோடு எப்போதும் ரசிக்கிறேன், அவற்றின் அருகில் சென்று அவற்றை வருடிக் கொடுப்பதில் ஒரு இனம் புரியாத நெகிழ்ச்சியை நான் இப்போதும் உணர்கிறேன். அவற்றின் மீது அந்த இந்தோனேஷியக் குறும்படத்தில் வரும் குழந்தைகளைப் போலவே ஏறிச் சவாரி செய்ய வேண்டும் என்று ஏங்குகிறேன், அப்படி ஒரு வாழ்க்கை எனக்குக் கிடைக்காத குறையை அந்தத் திரைப்படம் எப்போதும் நிறைவு செய்யும், அந்தத் திரைப்படத்தில் வரும் சின்னக் குழந்தை யானைக்குக் கட்டி விடும் மணியின் ஓசை என் செவிப்பறைகளில் இருந்து எதிரொலித்து இந்தப் பேரண்டமெங்கும் வழிந்து ஓடிக் கொண்டே இருக்கும்.
OLD MOTHER HUBBARD NURSERY RHYME
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
To fetch her poor dog a bone,
But when she got there
The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
She went to the bakers
To buy him some bread,
But when she came back
The poor dog was dead.
She went to the undertakers
To buy him a coffin,
But when she came back
The poor dog was laughing.
She took a clean dish
To get him some tripe,
But when she came back
He was smoking a pipe.
She went to the fruiterers
To buy him some fruit,
But when she came back
He was playing the flute.
She went to the tailors
To buy him a coat,
But when she came back
He was riding a goat.
She went to the hatters
To buy him a hat,
But when she came back
He was feeding the cat.
She went to the barbers
To buy him a wig,
But when she came back
He was dancing a jig.
She went to the cobblers
To buy him some shoes,
But when she came back
He was reading the news.
The dame made a curtsy,
The dog made a bow.
The dame said, "Your servant."
The dog said, "Bow-wow."
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Went to the cupboard,
To fetch her poor dog a bone,
But when she got there
The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
She went to the bakers
To buy him some bread,
But when she came back
The poor dog was dead.
She went to the undertakers
To buy him a coffin,
But when she came back
The poor dog was laughing.
She took a clean dish
To get him some tripe,
But when she came back
He was smoking a pipe.
She went to the fruiterers
To buy him some fruit,
But when she came back
He was playing the flute.
She went to the tailors
To buy him a coat,
But when she came back
He was riding a goat.
She went to the hatters
To buy him a hat,
But when she came back
He was feeding the cat.
She went to the barbers
To buy him a wig,
But when she came back
He was dancing a jig.
She went to the cobblers
To buy him some shoes,
But when she came back
He was reading the news.
The dame made a curtsy,
The dog made a bow.
The dame said, "Your servant."
The dog said, "Bow-wow."
Endometriosis Symptoms of Endometriosis – Treatment What is Endometriosis
Endometriosis is a condition in which fragments of the lining of the uterus (endometrium) spread to other tissues, such as the wall of the uterus, the ovaries, the peritoneum, or the bowel. The causes of the disease are unknown, but its inci-dence is higher in white women and in women who defer pregnancy. The fragments are benign, but may cause complications if they lodge in a critical location, leading to an organ dysfunction.
Symptoms of Endometriosis
In most of the cases there are no definite symptoms, and the condition is found only during a surgical operation for some other disorder.
When present, symptoms of Endometriosis include heavy periods, often more frequent than usual, accompanied by pain (dysmenorrhea); pain during sexual intercourse (dyspareunia); sometimes infertility; and sometimes pain on defecation during a period.
The abnormally placed fragments of endometrium pass through the same monthly cycle as does the normal endometrium; they swell before a period and then bleed.
Because there is no outlet for the blood, cysts form. These occasionally rupture, causing severe abdominal pain.
The symptoms of Endometriosis usually disappear during pregnancy, which may cure the condition, and after menopause.
Endometriosis treatment
In mild cases, painkilling drugs may lessen the symptoms.
Rarely, the fragments of endometrium can be found and removed surgically.
All of the symptoms are relieved by artificially inducing menopause by irradiation or surgical removal of the ovaries, so that the uterus and the abnormal tissue cease to be stimulated by ovarian hormones. The hormone pills used for contraception may also help, and these work without sterilizing the patient. A woman with the symptoms should consult a gynecologist.
Gastrotrich
Ive been struggling to capture a decent image of a gastrotrich for quite a while, but this afternoon this obliging example (Chaetonotus sp., I think) paused just long enough in my field of view for me to record it. Gastrotrichs are miniature aquatic equivalents of the roadrunner, always on the move - although in this case propelled by a layer of beating cilia on their underside (gastrotrich means hairy stomach) rather than legs. This one seemed to be feeding. That circular mouth, surrounded by a ring of tiny teeth, and the muscular pharynx that it leads to ingest just about anything that the animal collides with and thats small enough to enter the gap. The outer covering of cuticular spines give this gastrotrich a fearsome appearence and if you are smaller that it is (i.e. less than about a quarter of a millimetre) the sight of one of these high-speed hunters hurtling towards you must be a nightmare - not that pond life suffers from nightmares; sorry, lapsed into anthropomorphism there. Been watching too many horror movies.
This specimen came from the edge of a Phragmites reed swarm, amongst the rotting debris in shallow water - a favourite habitat for gastrotrichs. You can see here how agile they are, capable of turning in their own length through 180 degrees. Those two appendages on the tail are adhesive organs. Gastrotrichs do sometimes rest and when they do they glue themselves to something convenient with adhesive secreted from the tips of those appendages. When they are ready to go again they secrete a releasing agent - that, and the glue, which both work under water, must be very interesting substances.
CLASSIFICATION OF ENZYMES
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Enzymes:
Enzymes can be defined as the reaction catalysts of biological systems produced by living cells and are capable of catalyzing chemical reactions. Naturally enzymes are macromolecules having molecular masses ranging into millions. Two exceptional properties of enzymes are their extraordinary specificity — each enzyme catalyzes only one reaction or one group of closely related reactions — and their amazing efficiency — they may speed up reactions by factors of up to 1020. Each enzyme molecule possesses a region known as the active site and the substrate binds itself with this active site. Enzymes are either pure proteins or contain proteins as essential components and in addition require non-proteincomponents which are also essential for their activity. The protein component of the enzyme is called apoenzyme and the non-protein component is called the co-factor or co-enzyme. The co-factorsinclude inorganic ions and complex organic or metallo-organic molecules. Important inorganic co-factors along with their respective enzymes include Fe2+ (chrome oxidase) Ze2+(carbonic anhydrase) and Mg2+ (glucose 6- phosphatase), etc. Many enzymes contain vitamins as their co-factors, for example; nicotinamide adenine dinucleotidecontains nicotinamide vitamin and thiamine pyrophosphatase contains vitamin B1.
Suffix-"ase" is added to the name of the substrate on which the enzyme acts while naming the enzymes, for example, urease, sucrase, cellulase are the enzymes, which act upon the substrates urea, sucrose and cellulose respectively.
Classification of Enzyme:
Enzymes are classified into six main types by the commission on enzyme, appointed by the International Union of Bio-Chemistry (IUB).
Oxidorednctases:
These are the enzymes which catalyze oxidation-reduction reactions. Common examples are oxidase, dehydrogenase and peroxydase.
Transferases:
These enzymes bring about an exchange of functional group such as phosphate or acyl between two compounds, for example; phospho-transferases, etc.
Hydrolases:
These are the enzymes which catalyze hydrolysis. They include proteasescalled protelytic enzymes.
Lyases:
These are those enzymes which break and form double bonds. They catalyze the addition of ammonia, water or carbon dioxide to double bonds or removalof these to form double bonds, for example phospho-glyceromutases.
Isomerases:
These enzymes catalyze the transfer of groups within molecules to yield isomeric forms of the substrate. An example is the conversion of fumaric acid to maleic acid in the presence offumarase enzyme.
Ligases:
These enzymes are those enzymes which link two molecules together by breaking the high-energy bonds, for example; acetyl—S—COH, a carboxylase and succinic thiokinase.
PERSPECTIVES ON PINK FLOYD BEST ROCK BAND IN HISTORY
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As I checked the rankings of "the best rock bands in history" from random websites,I did find some gracious complements about Floyd.I have a separate page assigned for posts on Pink Floyd.I have read almost on all topics I could think of about them - The music,the musicians and their ideology.I cant really think of anything horrible they have written.For example - I hated You Could Be Mine from Guns N Roses and I did not like Radio from The Corrs. Despite being a band on experimental,progressive and psychedelic forms of rock,they managed to do it - have one of the largest fan bases of any band in the world!I dont need to say it again that how much I love and LOVE Pink Floyd.I love their music,I love their lyrics,I love their tunes,I love their instrumentals and most importantly - I LOVE THE MUSICIANS. In a post written before,I probably had said I like Roger Waters and David Gilmour more.I was wrong.Its just like one of my friend says "Next to impossible to sort favourites out of Pink Floyd!"They have sold more than 250 million records worldwide.
I originally used to be a David Gilmour fan imagining the real music was brought out by him.I was wrong on that.Without Waters,the band would have lacked all those concepts I simply adore.Moreover he is a frank speaker,even more than Gilmour and though being involved with any political organisation,I have seen left ideals in him,more than in Gilmour who is a leftist.I loved the way Roger spoke about Margaret Thatcher,The Falklands War,Palestine and George W. Bush; no musician on earth would have got guts like that.Richard Wright is great,he seems quite and introvert to me.And thats a big similarity! I like introvert people,they often have a certain depth in them.And he played great,he was a great pianist/keyboardist.And imagine Pink Floyd without drums! It would have been something like - The Catholic Choir instead of Floyd (Note that though I do not support the Catholics except for Catholic Marxists and am not offending any particular religious sect.I dont have any interest in any religious group dwelling on this planet but I am a bit angry about idiots such as Mikhail Gorbachev,Pope John Paul II - yes you heard me right and their behaviour with the newly born band Pink Floyd) THIS POST IS TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW.
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As I checked the rankings of "the best rock bands in history" from random websites,I did find some gracious complements about Floyd.I have a separate page assigned for posts on Pink Floyd.I have read almost on all topics I could think of about them - The music,the musicians and their ideology.I cant really think of anything horrible they have written.For example - I hated You Could Be Mine from Guns N Roses and I did not like Radio from The Corrs. Despite being a band on experimental,progressive and psychedelic forms of rock,they managed to do it - have one of the largest fan bases of any band in the world!I dont need to say it again that how much I love and LOVE Pink Floyd.I love their music,I love their lyrics,I love their tunes,I love their instrumentals and most importantly - I LOVE THE MUSICIANS. In a post written before,I probably had said I like Roger Waters and David Gilmour more.I was wrong.Its just like one of my friend says "Next to impossible to sort favourites out of Pink Floyd!"They have sold more than 250 million records worldwide.
I originally used to be a David Gilmour fan imagining the real music was brought out by him.I was wrong on that.Without Waters,the band would have lacked all those concepts I simply adore.Moreover he is a frank speaker,even more than Gilmour and though being involved with any political organisation,I have seen left ideals in him,more than in Gilmour who is a leftist.I loved the way Roger spoke about Margaret Thatcher,The Falklands War,Palestine and George W. Bush; no musician on earth would have got guts like that.Richard Wright is great,he seems quite and introvert to me.And thats a big similarity! I like introvert people,they often have a certain depth in them.And he played great,he was a great pianist/keyboardist.And imagine Pink Floyd without drums! It would have been something like - The Catholic Choir instead of Floyd (Note that though I do not support the Catholics except for Catholic Marxists and am not offending any particular religious sect.I dont have any interest in any religious group dwelling on this planet but I am a bit angry about idiots such as Mikhail Gorbachev,Pope John Paul II - yes you heard me right and their behaviour with the newly born band Pink Floyd) THIS POST IS TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW.
SIGNIFICANCE OF SHIVARATHRI
Shivarathri is a very auspicious day for all. It is the fourteenth day of the
lunar fortnight when the moon is waning and the sun is in the sign of Aquarius.
The festival is, however, related to the moon rather than the sun. That is the
reason why it is called Shivarathri, the night of Shiva. Unlike other nights,
this particular night is the night of consecration, of dedication, of
illumination.
The mind is intimately associated with the moon. Chandra, the deity of the moon,
is the presiding deity of the mind. He loses one sixteenth of his brilliance
every day after the full moon day and continues waning until on this night he is
left with just one sixteenth of his power. The waned moon may be taken to stand
for the mind with all its wild fancies and waywardness reduced after it has been
conquered by spiritual discipline. On this night there is just a minute part
more to be conquered and that can be done by keeping vigil and dwelling on the
glory of God. The vigil that is prescribed is symbolic of the eternal vigil one
has to observe, while the rite of fasting is symbolic of divesting the senses of
the pleasures for which they crave. The nightlong devotional singing is
significant of the life-long consciousness of the Divine Presence that every one
should cultivate. The rites and vows laid down for Shivarathri being absent on
other nights of the year, their observance on this day comes as a reminder that
they are useful.
There are three types of men: the multi-centered, the uni-centered, and the
non-centered. The first group, who allow their senses, mind, and intelligence to
wander where they will, is a very populous group. So also is the third group,
which comprises people who flit from one object to another, hop around from one
thing to another in listless flippancy. For earning the concentration and
single-centeredness characteristic of the second group, the festival of
Shivarathri is very propitious. The devotional singing and the ceaseless flow of
the recital of the name of God and reflection on the name of God on this
occasion help in the attainment of single-centeredness.
You must realize that devotional singing, reflection on the name of God, and
offerings at the lotus feet are not for pleasing or propitiating God, but for
our own spiritual progress. Frequently, people flatter the rich and the powerful
-- especially when they are in their employment or are beholden to them for some
precious help -- in order to induce them to shower gifts on them. But God does
not shower grace on people because they sing His praises. Nor does He come down
upon them because they do not deify Him. Recitation of the Divine attributes
only enables us to dwell on elevating ideals and approximate ourselves more and
more to the Divinity that is our nature. We become what we contemplate. By
constant thought an ideal gets imprinted on our heart. When we fix our thoughts
on the evil that others do, our mind gets polluted by the evil. When, on the
contrary, we fix our mind on the virtues or well being of others, our mind is
cleansed of wrong and entertains only good thoughts. No evil thought can
penetrate the mind of a person wholly given to love and compassion. The thoughts
we indulge in shape our nature; along with others, they affect us too. For
example, when a flash is released to photograph someone, his face is lit; but
so, too, to a certain extent, is the face of the photographer. When a municipal
truck full of refuse passes by, you are affected by the bad smell even though
you may be standing afar. Similarly, a thought may be momentary, it may be
trivial, yet its effect on the mind cannot be avoided. It was because the
ancient sages knew this important truth that they declared, "He who knows
Brahman (God) becomes Brahman." The only way to become Brahman is to be ever
immersed in contemplation of Brahman. With a lump of salt on ones tongue, how
can any one relish the sweetness of honey or fruits? With a lump of candy on the
tongue, how can the taste of salt and savory be known? Immerse your mind in good
thoughts and the world will be good; soak it in bad thoughts and the world will
be bad for you. So, recollect only good; do, think, and plan only good; speak
and act only good. Then as a result you will approximate God, the source of all
good. This is the message of Shivarathri.
According to numerology, the first three syllables of the word Shivarathri --
si, va, and ra -- connote the numbers five, four, and two and the fourth
syllable, thri, means three. Five, four and two make one whole, one composite
picture of the eleven rudras. Rudra means the one who makes man weep. The eleven
rudras are: the five senses of perception, the five senses of action, and the
mind. These, by leading him astray in pursuit of trivial and transitory
pleasures, ruin him and make him weep. But the God within, if it is sought and
relied upon, sheds its rays on the eleven and makes them meaningful partners in
the progress of man towards self-realization. The rays from the God within
illumine the intelligence, the illumined intelligence alerts the mind, and the
alerted mind gets control of the senses, making the path clear for the person to
proceed through knowledge to wisdom.
Another significance of Shivarathri is this: Shiva, or the Eternal Absolute
Person, in His desire to attract the world of matter, engages Himself in the
thandava, the cosmic dance. The dance is a Divine plan to attract the material
creation, For all Divine miracles like those of Rama (He who pleases and
delights) and Krishna (He who attracts) are for drawing people to the Divine
presence for the purpose of correcting or cleansing them, or for confirming
their faith and then leading them on to the discipline of service so that they
may merge in ecstasy, in the source of all ecstasy -- a miracle resulting in
sublimation, leading to service to society and finally conferring
self-realization. The cosmic dance is so fast that fire emanates from Shivas
body because of the heat generated by activity. In order to cool Shiva and
comfort him, Paravathi, his consort, places the Ganges on his head, makes the
crescent moon rest amidst the coils of his hair, applies cold sandalwood paste
all over his body, winds round the joints of his hands and feet cold-blooded
snakes, and finally, being herself the daughter of the Himalayas (the mountains
with eternal snow), she sits on his lap and becomes a part of him. At this Shiva
rises, and both the soul and the world of matter dance together to the immense
delight of the Gods and of all creation. This happens, according to the Puranas,
on the Shivarathri day.
The significance of this myth lies in the secret taught by it of pleasing the
Lord and winning His grace. What a pity that a day of such sanctifying
significance is being celebrated through a routine of meaningless and even
harmful pastimes. Since a vigil is laid down, some people spend the night
witnessing a series of films or in playing cards. Can a person rolling in bed
because he does not get sleep claim that he is observing the vow of vigil? Can a
stork standing on one foot on the bank of a stream to pick up a fish and gulp it
claim that it is practicing meditation? Can a person who refuses to eat his
lunch because he has had a quarrel with his wife claim that he is observing a
fast? There are no short cuts or tricks possible on the spiritual path.
Shivarathri is celebrated in all Shiva temples. Srisailam is a particularly
famous temple of Shiva. There is a fine story told about this festival at
Srisailam. At the foot of the Srisailam range of hills there is a village where
a boy of nine years named Bala Ramanna attended primary school. He learned from
his friends at school that their sisters and brothers-in-law were coming to
their homes to attend the Shivarathri celebrations on the Srisailam Hills.
Ramanna went home and wanted his mother to send his sister and brother-in-law to
the festival also. His mother told him that he had no sister and, therefore, no
brother-in-law. But he would not listen. He said he must have a sister and a
brother-in-law like his friends. So his mother, just to quiet him, said, "You
have a sister and a brother-in-law, but they are in the temple on the Srisailam.
Their names are Bhramaramba and Mallikarjuna." She gave him the names by which
Shiva and His consort are known -- Bhramaramba meaning Bee and Mallikarjuna
meaning the White Jasmine. These names are very apt, because the consort draws
inspiration, instruction, and wisdom from the Lord even as the bee draws its
sustenance from the jasmine flowers.
When he was told that his sister was in the temple on the Srisailam, Ramanna
insisted that he would go and invite his sister and brother-in-law to come home
and stay there for some time. He wanted to take some presents for them, but his
mother said that they were far too rich and that younger members of the family
should not present anything to the elders. The mother sent her son with a
neighbor who was going to the temple to see the festival. She gave the neighbor
money so that he could get presents for the boy.
Ramanna hastened up the hill and rushed into the temple crying,
"Sister...brother-in-law," and fell at the feet of the idol of Bhramaramba. He
held the idol in embrace and began dragging it, wanting it to accompany him. He
clasped the idol of Mallikarjuna and would not leave it. At last the priests in
the temple drove him away as a mad boy.
Then in despair, he climbed a high rock and threatened to jump from that height
unless his sister and her husband came with him. Just then he heard a loud voice
from the temple, "Brother-inlaw! Ramanna! Dont jump! We are coming with you..."
and soon Lord Shiva and His consort presented themselves before him and
accompanied him to his cottage in the valley below. The mother and son were so
overwhelmed with Divine bliss that they merged in the Divine Phenomenon and were
seen no more. This story has added to the sanctity of the shrine of Bhramaramba
and Mallikarjuna at Srisailam.
Children in those days and elders too had innocent minds, simple hearts, and
high ideals. Nowadays cynicism and disbelief have become rampant. There is a
wave of negligence and sloth sweeping over our people. For one word uttered they
ascribe ten meanings to it and not one of them is correct. When a subject is
mentioned, they start a series of arguments and counter-arguments, and in the
dust that is raised the truth is ignored. Their lives are largely artificial and
their ideals shallow, so Divinity is beyond their reach.
Bala Ramanna had unadulterated faith, so he was able to dedicate his pure self
to the Lord and reach the goal. You must always exalt low things to a higher
level by infusing them with higher meaning. Ramanna believed the stone image to
be God; he did not bring God down to the level of a stone image. You may worship
a picture as God, but you should not assume God is a picture. Wood, stone, or
mud may be assumed to be Divine, but Divinity should not be limited to wood,
stone or mud.
Have high ideals. Strive to elevate yourselves. Make for the highest goal, God.
Whatever the obstacle or opposition, do not be disheartened. Give up the animal
in you, stabilize yourselves in human virtues and proceed boldly towards the
achievements of Divinity. Do not waver; do not go today to devotion, tomorrow to
sensual gratification, and the day after again to devotion. When everything is
successful you are all for devotion; when something goes wrong, you are filled
with despair; when discipline is enforced, you start holding back; and when love
is showered, you come first. This dual attitude must be given up.
The very Divine principle which seekers strive to visualize by means of years of
asceticism and renunciation is before you, here and now; realize the good
fortune you are endowed with. I have this day, the holy day of Shivarathri,
granted pardon for all the errors you have fallen into knowingly or unknowingly
up to this time. Have auspicious thoughts, speak auspicious words, and do
auspicious deeds. And as a result of this, attain the embodiment of
auspiciousness, Shiva Himself.
lunar fortnight when the moon is waning and the sun is in the sign of Aquarius.
The festival is, however, related to the moon rather than the sun. That is the
reason why it is called Shivarathri, the night of Shiva. Unlike other nights,
this particular night is the night of consecration, of dedication, of
illumination.
The mind is intimately associated with the moon. Chandra, the deity of the moon,
is the presiding deity of the mind. He loses one sixteenth of his brilliance
every day after the full moon day and continues waning until on this night he is
left with just one sixteenth of his power. The waned moon may be taken to stand
for the mind with all its wild fancies and waywardness reduced after it has been
conquered by spiritual discipline. On this night there is just a minute part
more to be conquered and that can be done by keeping vigil and dwelling on the
glory of God. The vigil that is prescribed is symbolic of the eternal vigil one
has to observe, while the rite of fasting is symbolic of divesting the senses of
the pleasures for which they crave. The nightlong devotional singing is
significant of the life-long consciousness of the Divine Presence that every one
should cultivate. The rites and vows laid down for Shivarathri being absent on
other nights of the year, their observance on this day comes as a reminder that
they are useful.
There are three types of men: the multi-centered, the uni-centered, and the
non-centered. The first group, who allow their senses, mind, and intelligence to
wander where they will, is a very populous group. So also is the third group,
which comprises people who flit from one object to another, hop around from one
thing to another in listless flippancy. For earning the concentration and
single-centeredness characteristic of the second group, the festival of
Shivarathri is very propitious. The devotional singing and the ceaseless flow of
the recital of the name of God and reflection on the name of God on this
occasion help in the attainment of single-centeredness.
You must realize that devotional singing, reflection on the name of God, and
offerings at the lotus feet are not for pleasing or propitiating God, but for
our own spiritual progress. Frequently, people flatter the rich and the powerful
-- especially when they are in their employment or are beholden to them for some
precious help -- in order to induce them to shower gifts on them. But God does
not shower grace on people because they sing His praises. Nor does He come down
upon them because they do not deify Him. Recitation of the Divine attributes
only enables us to dwell on elevating ideals and approximate ourselves more and
more to the Divinity that is our nature. We become what we contemplate. By
constant thought an ideal gets imprinted on our heart. When we fix our thoughts
on the evil that others do, our mind gets polluted by the evil. When, on the
contrary, we fix our mind on the virtues or well being of others, our mind is
cleansed of wrong and entertains only good thoughts. No evil thought can
penetrate the mind of a person wholly given to love and compassion. The thoughts
we indulge in shape our nature; along with others, they affect us too. For
example, when a flash is released to photograph someone, his face is lit; but
so, too, to a certain extent, is the face of the photographer. When a municipal
truck full of refuse passes by, you are affected by the bad smell even though
you may be standing afar. Similarly, a thought may be momentary, it may be
trivial, yet its effect on the mind cannot be avoided. It was because the
ancient sages knew this important truth that they declared, "He who knows
Brahman (God) becomes Brahman." The only way to become Brahman is to be ever
immersed in contemplation of Brahman. With a lump of salt on ones tongue, how
can any one relish the sweetness of honey or fruits? With a lump of candy on the
tongue, how can the taste of salt and savory be known? Immerse your mind in good
thoughts and the world will be good; soak it in bad thoughts and the world will
be bad for you. So, recollect only good; do, think, and plan only good; speak
and act only good. Then as a result you will approximate God, the source of all
good. This is the message of Shivarathri.
According to numerology, the first three syllables of the word Shivarathri --
si, va, and ra -- connote the numbers five, four, and two and the fourth
syllable, thri, means three. Five, four and two make one whole, one composite
picture of the eleven rudras. Rudra means the one who makes man weep. The eleven
rudras are: the five senses of perception, the five senses of action, and the
mind. These, by leading him astray in pursuit of trivial and transitory
pleasures, ruin him and make him weep. But the God within, if it is sought and
relied upon, sheds its rays on the eleven and makes them meaningful partners in
the progress of man towards self-realization. The rays from the God within
illumine the intelligence, the illumined intelligence alerts the mind, and the
alerted mind gets control of the senses, making the path clear for the person to
proceed through knowledge to wisdom.
Another significance of Shivarathri is this: Shiva, or the Eternal Absolute
Person, in His desire to attract the world of matter, engages Himself in the
thandava, the cosmic dance. The dance is a Divine plan to attract the material
creation, For all Divine miracles like those of Rama (He who pleases and
delights) and Krishna (He who attracts) are for drawing people to the Divine
presence for the purpose of correcting or cleansing them, or for confirming
their faith and then leading them on to the discipline of service so that they
may merge in ecstasy, in the source of all ecstasy -- a miracle resulting in
sublimation, leading to service to society and finally conferring
self-realization. The cosmic dance is so fast that fire emanates from Shivas
body because of the heat generated by activity. In order to cool Shiva and
comfort him, Paravathi, his consort, places the Ganges on his head, makes the
crescent moon rest amidst the coils of his hair, applies cold sandalwood paste
all over his body, winds round the joints of his hands and feet cold-blooded
snakes, and finally, being herself the daughter of the Himalayas (the mountains
with eternal snow), she sits on his lap and becomes a part of him. At this Shiva
rises, and both the soul and the world of matter dance together to the immense
delight of the Gods and of all creation. This happens, according to the Puranas,
on the Shivarathri day.
The significance of this myth lies in the secret taught by it of pleasing the
Lord and winning His grace. What a pity that a day of such sanctifying
significance is being celebrated through a routine of meaningless and even
harmful pastimes. Since a vigil is laid down, some people spend the night
witnessing a series of films or in playing cards. Can a person rolling in bed
because he does not get sleep claim that he is observing the vow of vigil? Can a
stork standing on one foot on the bank of a stream to pick up a fish and gulp it
claim that it is practicing meditation? Can a person who refuses to eat his
lunch because he has had a quarrel with his wife claim that he is observing a
fast? There are no short cuts or tricks possible on the spiritual path.
Shivarathri is celebrated in all Shiva temples. Srisailam is a particularly
famous temple of Shiva. There is a fine story told about this festival at
Srisailam. At the foot of the Srisailam range of hills there is a village where
a boy of nine years named Bala Ramanna attended primary school. He learned from
his friends at school that their sisters and brothers-in-law were coming to
their homes to attend the Shivarathri celebrations on the Srisailam Hills.
Ramanna went home and wanted his mother to send his sister and brother-in-law to
the festival also. His mother told him that he had no sister and, therefore, no
brother-in-law. But he would not listen. He said he must have a sister and a
brother-in-law like his friends. So his mother, just to quiet him, said, "You
have a sister and a brother-in-law, but they are in the temple on the Srisailam.
Their names are Bhramaramba and Mallikarjuna." She gave him the names by which
Shiva and His consort are known -- Bhramaramba meaning Bee and Mallikarjuna
meaning the White Jasmine. These names are very apt, because the consort draws
inspiration, instruction, and wisdom from the Lord even as the bee draws its
sustenance from the jasmine flowers.
When he was told that his sister was in the temple on the Srisailam, Ramanna
insisted that he would go and invite his sister and brother-in-law to come home
and stay there for some time. He wanted to take some presents for them, but his
mother said that they were far too rich and that younger members of the family
should not present anything to the elders. The mother sent her son with a
neighbor who was going to the temple to see the festival. She gave the neighbor
money so that he could get presents for the boy.
Ramanna hastened up the hill and rushed into the temple crying,
"Sister...brother-in-law," and fell at the feet of the idol of Bhramaramba. He
held the idol in embrace and began dragging it, wanting it to accompany him. He
clasped the idol of Mallikarjuna and would not leave it. At last the priests in
the temple drove him away as a mad boy.
Then in despair, he climbed a high rock and threatened to jump from that height
unless his sister and her husband came with him. Just then he heard a loud voice
from the temple, "Brother-inlaw! Ramanna! Dont jump! We are coming with you..."
and soon Lord Shiva and His consort presented themselves before him and
accompanied him to his cottage in the valley below. The mother and son were so
overwhelmed with Divine bliss that they merged in the Divine Phenomenon and were
seen no more. This story has added to the sanctity of the shrine of Bhramaramba
and Mallikarjuna at Srisailam.
Children in those days and elders too had innocent minds, simple hearts, and
high ideals. Nowadays cynicism and disbelief have become rampant. There is a
wave of negligence and sloth sweeping over our people. For one word uttered they
ascribe ten meanings to it and not one of them is correct. When a subject is
mentioned, they start a series of arguments and counter-arguments, and in the
dust that is raised the truth is ignored. Their lives are largely artificial and
their ideals shallow, so Divinity is beyond their reach.
Bala Ramanna had unadulterated faith, so he was able to dedicate his pure self
to the Lord and reach the goal. You must always exalt low things to a higher
level by infusing them with higher meaning. Ramanna believed the stone image to
be God; he did not bring God down to the level of a stone image. You may worship
a picture as God, but you should not assume God is a picture. Wood, stone, or
mud may be assumed to be Divine, but Divinity should not be limited to wood,
stone or mud.
Have high ideals. Strive to elevate yourselves. Make for the highest goal, God.
Whatever the obstacle or opposition, do not be disheartened. Give up the animal
in you, stabilize yourselves in human virtues and proceed boldly towards the
achievements of Divinity. Do not waver; do not go today to devotion, tomorrow to
sensual gratification, and the day after again to devotion. When everything is
successful you are all for devotion; when something goes wrong, you are filled
with despair; when discipline is enforced, you start holding back; and when love
is showered, you come first. This dual attitude must be given up.
The very Divine principle which seekers strive to visualize by means of years of
asceticism and renunciation is before you, here and now; realize the good
fortune you are endowed with. I have this day, the holy day of Shivarathri,
granted pardon for all the errors you have fallen into knowingly or unknowingly
up to this time. Have auspicious thoughts, speak auspicious words, and do
auspicious deeds. And as a result of this, attain the embodiment of
auspiciousness, Shiva Himself.
How to Make a Bell Tent
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| An Inexpensive Home-Made Tent |
The last seam sew only for a distance of 4 ft. from the top, leaving the rest for an opening. At the end of this seam stitch on an extra gusset piece so that it will not rip. Fold back the edges of the opening and the bottom edge of the bell-shaped cover and bind it with wide webbing, 3 in. across and having eyelets at the seams for attaching the stay ropes. Near the apex of the cover cut three triangular holes 8 in. long and 4 in. wide at the bottom and hem the edges. These are ventilators. Make the tent wall of the same kind of cloth 2 ft. 2 in. high. Bind it at the upper edge with webbing and at the bottom with canvas. Also stitch on coarse canvas 6 in. wide at the bottom, and the space between the ground and the wall when the tent is raised, fill with canvas edging. Stitch the upper edge of the wall firmly to the bell cover at the point indicated by the dotted line, Fig. 2.
For the top of the tent have the blacksmith make a hoop of 1/4-in. round galvanized iron, 6-in. diameter. Stitch the canvas at the apex around the hoop and along the sides. Make the apex into a hood and line it with stiff canvas. Have the tent pole 3 in. in diameter, made in two sections, with a socket joint and rounded at the top to fit into the apex of the tent.
In raising the tent, fasten down the wall by means of loops of stout line fastened to its lower edge and small pegs driven through them into the ground, Fig. 5. Run the stay ropes from the eyelets in the circular cover to stakes (Fig. 5) stuck in the ground. Use blocks, as in Fig. 6, on the stay ropes for holding the ends and adjusting the length of the ropes.
Excerpt from the book:
THE BOY MECHANIC
VOLUME I
700 THINGS FOR BOYS TO DO
WITH 800 ILLUSTRATIONS
1913, BY H. H. WINDSOR CHICAGO
POPULAR MECHANICS CO. PUBLISHERS
Christmas disease Hemophilia B What is Christmas disease
Christmas disease (Hemophilia B), is an inherited deficiency of a plasma protein active in the formation of blood clots.
Christmas disease is usually less severe than classic hemophilia; its severity is dependent on the extent of the plasma protein deficiency.
The condition gets its name from the patient in whom it was first discovered.
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Christmas disease symptoms
Hemophilia B has the same symptoms as classic hemophilia (hemophilia A), prolonged bleeding from slight injuries and internal bleeding without any known cause.Christmas disease is usually less severe than classic hemophilia; its severity is dependent on the extent of the plasma protein deficiency.
Christmas disease treatment
Transfusion of blood plasma containing the correct clotting factor is the appropriate treatment.The condition gets its name from the patient in whom it was first discovered.
How do white blood cells fight infection
When the body is injured or infected, white blood cells pass through the walls of the capillary-blood vessels and congregate at the site of injury or infection.
Neutrophils and monocytes are both phagocytic, which means that they engulf and eat up invading bacteria and small particles, afterwards breaking up. Pus consists of an accumulation of dead neutrophils, monocytes, bacteria, and tissue.
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Neutrophils and monocytes are both phagocytic, which means that they engulf and eat up invading bacteria and small particles, afterwards breaking up. Pus consists of an accumulation of dead neutrophils, monocytes, bacteria, and tissue.
- Lymphocytes, the major army group among white blood cells, are divided into several types:
- B cells, which produce chemical sub-stances called antibodies that attack specific viruses or bacteria;
- Helper and killer T cells, which produce other substances to fight off foreign organisms and even kill cells of the body already infected;
- Suppressor T cells, which slow down or stop the activities of B and other T cells after the infection has been eliminated; and
- Memory cells, which remember the invading organism for a long time to come, initiating a quicker response to subsequent infections.
GIST OF LIFE
1 . ATTITUDE IS WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT.......
SOLDIER : SIR WE ARE SURROUNDED FROM ALL SIDES BY ENEMIES ,
MAJOR : EXCELLENT ! WE CAN ATTACK IN ANY DIRECTION.
2. EVERY ONE KNOWS ABOUT ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL WHO INVENTED THE TELEPHONE,
BUT HE NEVER MADE A CALL TO HIS FAMILY. BECAUSE, HIS WIFE AND DAUGHTER WERE DEAF. THATS LIFE " LIVE FOR OTHERS " .
3. THE WORST IN LIFE IS "ATTACHMENT " IT HURTS WHEN YOU LOSE IT.
THE BEST THING IN LIFE IS " LONELINESS " BECAUSE IT TEACHES YOU EVERYTHING AND, WHEN YOU LOSE IT, YOU GET EVERYTHING.
4. LIFE IS NOT ABOUT THE PEOPLE WHO ACT TRUE TO YOUR FACE ........
ITS ABOUT THE PEOPLE WHO REMAIN TRUE BEHIND YOUR BACK .
5. IF AN EGG IS BROKEN BY AN OUTSIDE FORCE....... .A LIFE ENDS.
IF AN EGG BREAKS FROM WITHIN...... .LIFE BEGINS. GREAT THINGS ALWAYS BEGIN FROM WITHIN .
6. ITS BETTER TO LOSE YOUR EGO TO THE ONE YOU LOVE.
THAN TO LOSE THE ONE YOU LOVE ....... BECAUSE OF EGO .
7. A RELATIONSHIP DOESNT SHINE BY JUST SHAKING HANDS AT THE BEST OF TIMES.
BUT IT BLOSSOMS BY HOLDING FIRMLY IN CRITICAL SITUATIONS .
8. HEATED GOLD BECOMES ORNAMENTS. BETTED COPPER BECOMES WIRES. DEPLETED STONE BECOMES STATUE.
SO, THE MORE PAIN YOU GET IN YOUR LIFE THE MORE VALUABLE YOU BECOME.
9. WHEN YOU TRUST SOMEONE TRUST HIM COMPLETELY WITHOUT ANY DOUBT....... .......
AT THE END YOU WOULD GET ONE OF THE TWO : EITHER A LESSON FOR YOUR LIFE OR A VERY GOOD PERSON .
10. WHY WE HAVE SO MANY TEMPLES , IF GOD IS EVERYWHERE ?
A WISE MAN SAID : AIR IS EVERYWHERE , BUT WE STILL NEED A FAN TO FEEL IT .
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SOLDIER : SIR WE ARE SURROUNDED FROM ALL SIDES BY ENEMIES ,
MAJOR : EXCELLENT ! WE CAN ATTACK IN ANY DIRECTION.
2. EVERY ONE KNOWS ABOUT ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL WHO INVENTED THE TELEPHONE,
BUT HE NEVER MADE A CALL TO HIS FAMILY. BECAUSE, HIS WIFE AND DAUGHTER WERE DEAF. THATS LIFE " LIVE FOR OTHERS " .
3. THE WORST IN LIFE IS "ATTACHMENT " IT HURTS WHEN YOU LOSE IT.
THE BEST THING IN LIFE IS " LONELINESS " BECAUSE IT TEACHES YOU EVERYTHING AND, WHEN YOU LOSE IT, YOU GET EVERYTHING.
4. LIFE IS NOT ABOUT THE PEOPLE WHO ACT TRUE TO YOUR FACE ........
ITS ABOUT THE PEOPLE WHO REMAIN TRUE BEHIND YOUR BACK .
5. IF AN EGG IS BROKEN BY AN OUTSIDE FORCE....... .A LIFE ENDS.
IF AN EGG BREAKS FROM WITHIN...... .LIFE BEGINS. GREAT THINGS ALWAYS BEGIN FROM WITHIN .
6. ITS BETTER TO LOSE YOUR EGO TO THE ONE YOU LOVE.
THAN TO LOSE THE ONE YOU LOVE ....... BECAUSE OF EGO .
7. A RELATIONSHIP DOESNT SHINE BY JUST SHAKING HANDS AT THE BEST OF TIMES.
BUT IT BLOSSOMS BY HOLDING FIRMLY IN CRITICAL SITUATIONS .
8. HEATED GOLD BECOMES ORNAMENTS. BETTED COPPER BECOMES WIRES. DEPLETED STONE BECOMES STATUE.
SO, THE MORE PAIN YOU GET IN YOUR LIFE THE MORE VALUABLE YOU BECOME.
9. WHEN YOU TRUST SOMEONE TRUST HIM COMPLETELY WITHOUT ANY DOUBT....... .......
AT THE END YOU WOULD GET ONE OF THE TWO : EITHER A LESSON FOR YOUR LIFE OR A VERY GOOD PERSON .
10. WHY WE HAVE SO MANY TEMPLES , IF GOD IS EVERYWHERE ?
A WISE MAN SAID : AIR IS EVERYWHERE , BUT WE STILL NEED A FAN TO FEEL IT .
Rust
In Victorian times it was socially acceptable to possess books devoted to smut – provided that the smut was of the fungal variety. It’s hard to imagine that a book entitled Rust, Smut, Mildew and Mould: An Introduction to the study of Microscopic Fungi would sell well with the general public today but M.C. Cooke’s volume of the same name, published in 1870, apparently did. “In these latter days, when everyone who possesses a love for the marvellous, or desires a knowledge of some of the minute mysteries of nature, has, or ought to have, a microscope,” Cooke began confidently, “a want is occasionally felt which we have essayed to supply”. His book seems to have satisfied that want, since the preface to the second edition states that it was produced as a response to “demands from the public encouraging the publisher to proceed with a new edition”. So more smut – together with rust, mildew and mould, is what the public got. One of the plates illustrates the bright coloured patches that appear on bramble leaves, caused by the fungus Phragmidium violaceum, showing its distinctive club-shaped resting spores (teleutospores) that are released from purple pustules on the leaf undersurface (middle left illustrations). I scraped some of these onto a microscope slide and photographed them – a comparison with the plate from Cooke’s book shows that his illustration is pretty accurate. Wight Rambler has recently written about brilliantly coloured bramble leaves at http://wightrambler.blogspot.com/
TOP 10 FAVOURITE LYRICS FROM PINK FLOYD
Not being with Floyd for a day or two makes me feel sick.(I doubt if I have ever let that happen since I came in touch with the band.) The song I am going to come up with a video and lyrics next is Echoes (just within a day or two).I think Echoes is the most popular song from Meddle.And the mystic approach is really impressive.Coming to todays post,I am going to put up ten of my most favourite lyrics from Pink Floyd,excluding factors such as melody and instrumentals or the vocals.What I am just going to put up is the lyrics I love.The chronology maintained is not meant to potentially rate the songs.
6.A Pillow of Winds
I am a huge fan of Roger Waters when it comes to lyrics and though I like the Classic Rock lyrics best,there are certain exceptions like those from The Final Cut.The totally new and genuine concept of drama or story or the narration of an incident or collection of emotions based on an emotion within a song is something you will never be able to find anywhere else.The pleasure of even speaking about these lyrics intrigues me!
TOP 10 FAVOURITE LYRICS FROM PINK FLOYD
1.Wish You Were Here
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
Were just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
2.Shine On You Crazy Diamond
Remember when you were young,
You shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now theres a look in your eyes,
Like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire
Of childhood and stardom,
Blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon,
You cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night,
And exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome
With random precision,
Rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Pile on many more layers and Ill be joining you there.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
And well bask in the shadow of yesterdays triumph,
sail on the steel breeze.
Come on you boy child, you winner and loser,
come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine
3.Us And Them
And after all were only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows its noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end its only round and round.
Havent you heard its a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
Theres room for you inside.
"I mean, theyre not gunna kill ya, so if you give em a quick short,
sharp, shock, they wont do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off
lightly, cos I wouldve given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...I mean good manners
dont cost nothing do they, eh?"
Down and out
It cant be helped but theres a lot of it about.
With, without.
And wholl deny its what the fightings all about?
Out of the way, its a busy day
Ive got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.
4.Time
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but its sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
5.Echoes
Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.
And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the wheres or whys.
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me.
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand
The best I can.
And no one called us to the land
And no one crosses there alive.
No one speaks and no one tries
No one flies around the sun....
Almost everyday you fall
Upon my waking eyes,
Inviting and inciting me
To rise.
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning.
And no one sings me lullabyes
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky....
A cloud of eiderdown
Draws around me
Softening a sound.
Sleepy time, and I lie,
With my love by my side,
And shes breathing low.
And the candle dies.
When night comes down
You lock the door.
The book falls to the floor.
As darkness falls
The waves roll by,
The seasons change
The wind is wry.
Now wakes the hour
Now sleeps the swan
Behold the dream
The dream is gone.
Green fields are calling
Its falling, in a golden door.
And deep beneath the ground,
The early morning sounds
And I go down.
Sleepy time, and I lie,
With my love by my side,
And shes breathing low.
And I rise, like a bird,
In the haze, when the first rays
Touch the sky.
And the night wings die.
7.The Heros Return
Jesus, Jesus, whats it all about?
Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape.
When I was their age all the lights went out.
There was no time to whine or mope about.
And even now part of me flies over
Dresden at angels one five.
Though theyll never fathom it behind my
Sarcasm desperate memories lie.
Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good.
Cause thats the only time that I can really speak to you.
And there is something that Ive locked away
A memory that is too painful
To withstand the light of day.
When we came back from the war the banners and
Flags hung on everyones door.
We danced and we sang in the street and
The church bells rang.
But burning in my heart
My memory smolders on
Of the gunners dying words on the intercom.
8.The Final Cut
Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
Im spiralling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.
If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotgun to my hall,
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if Im in Ill tell you whats behind the wall.
Theres a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines.
He wonders if youre sleeping with your new found faith.
Could anybody love him
Or is it just a crazy dream?
And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.
"Hello? Listen, I think Ive got it. Okay, listen its a HaHa!"
9.Yet Another Movie
One sound, one single sound
One kiss, one single kiss
A face outside the window pane
However did it come to this?
A man who ran, a child who cried
A girl who heard, a voice that lied
The sun that burned a fiery red
The vision of an empty bed
The use of force, he was so tough
Shell soon submit, shes had enough
The march of fate, the broken will
Someone is lying very still
He has laughed and he has cried
He has fought and he has died
Hes just the same as all the rest
Hes not the worst, hes not the best
And still this ceaseless murmuring
The babbling that I brook
The seas of faces, eyes upraised
The empty screen, the vacant look
A man in black on a snow white horse
A pointless life has run its course
The red rimmed eyes, the tears still run
As he fades into the setting sun
10.The Gunners Dream
Floating down through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now.
In the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream.
I had a dream.
Good-bye Max.
Good-bye Ma.
After the service when youre walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell
And touch the silk in your lapel
And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream.
A place to stay
"Oi! A real one ..."
Enough to eat
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud
About your doubts and fears
And whats more no-one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs dont blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no-one kills the children anymore.
And no one kills the children anymore.
Night after night
Going round and round my brain
His dream is driving me insane.
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight.
Whats done is done.
We cannot just write off his final scene.
Take heed of his dream.
Take heed.
Then again,I am not a very huge fan of lyrics coming to David Gilmour if you are speaking about lyrics except in few cases.His instrumentals and vocals are beyond explanation,beyond words and just fantastic but I dont like the inconsistency and lack of psychedelia in his lyrics in many cases.Yet Another Movie is an exception to this fact.(This song was written by Gilmour and Patrick Leonard.)The melody (not relative in this post) totally destroyed the beautifully written piece.But the lyrics read individually explains that it indeed is very finely written and the last part leaves you totally blank and hollow,which means it is able to bring out the emotions and that is enough achievement for the lyrics and the writers.
The opinions might just vary,though.And there are yet a lot of other lyrics I love from Pink Floyd.But these are the songs that came to mind as soon as I started writing the post.I did not even think before that I was going to post this and I guess these are my favourite lyrics,after all.I hope the post is not something very unexpected and you all are going to enjoy reading this.Thank You for reading the blog.
Disclaimer - The photograph of the album does not belong to me.The words are inserted by The Perspectives.
Lyrics Credit : www.azlyrics.com/www.pink-floyd-lyrics.com
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