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KAHLENE ERIKA
KUPRA (worn)
LEGACY
MAITREYA
REBORN
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Chalo.CIR/HEL Ring
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Ojala y te me borraras de mis sueños
Y poder desdibujarte
Ojala y pudiera ahogarte en un charco
Lleno de rosas de amor
Ojala y se me olvidara hasta tu nombre,
ahogarlo dentro del mar
Ojala y que tu sonrisa de verano
Se pudiera ya borrar
Chalo (lets go to ) Benaras.....On the eve of kartik purnima and also dev depavali (http://www.varanasicity.com/dev-deepavali.html) lacs of people wanted to get there to take a dip.
Here’s a scenario from a small town station a little away from benaras where the frenzied crowd wanted to get on to the passenger train to reach there. Our train had also stopped here and people were actually coming across from below the stationary train to get on to this one...not visible in this shot.
De izquierda a derecha, Chalo Álvarez Hernández, Alexis y Maxi Ferrer, durante una cabalgata de carnavales en Arrecife. Fotografía de la colección que Chalo Álvarez Hernández ha cedido recientemente a www.memoriadelanzarote.com
Jodi tor dak shune keu na asey, tobey ekla cholo re
~Rabindranath Tagore
If they answer not to thy call, walk alone...
~As translated from Bangla by Tagore himself
There are men and then there is the man who shapes men. Rabi Thakur (as the great poet is known in Bengal) has shaped my mind as the expert potter who molds mud-pots in silence. I have been reading and singing him ever since I was less than a decade old. Although I have formed some opinions contrary to his with age, but tenets of my thinking have all remained borrowed from his great mind. I used to think of him as the towering demi-god viewing and commenting on human pain and suffering from an elevated vantage point. That was a mistake. He is a towering human who wrote as he bled and felt it all. Take the above song for example… He wrote this masterpiece after his father's death; This loss was in succession of losing his wife and two children few months earlier and his mother in early childhood. Orphaned in every sense of the word, this man must have felt lonely. He must have seen how stars, despite roaming in clusters, are alone and far apart. He must have realized that the sun rises alone and the crescent moon melts and forms by itself. On Earth, the pupa metamorphoses alone to become a butterfly that dances alone. The wind blows alone and raindrops fall by themselves. If the poet cried to fend his emotions, he might as well have noticed that his tears too fell alone.
But then, life is to live relentlessly despite the solitude. Ask the star, moon or the butterfly. Perhaps it is a quest to melt into something bigger than oneself and therein attenuate the loneliness. Thus, stars burn their hearts and the poet says, ‘If they do not hold up the light when the night is troubled with storm, O thou unlucky one, with the thunder flame of pain, ignite thy own heart and let it burn alone.' So I do. As I fly my destiny and dark clouds of melancholy hover over my head, I spread my arms and let the wind fill my burning heart with the music of a distant voice that whispers his words. And I remain obstinately airborne.
PS: My dear friends and family on flickr (yes, I have been adopted as son and brother here on flickr), please know that all of you have siezed certain moments when you have robbed me of my solitude and flown with me in my worthless creative pursuits. I can never thank you enough. Happy New Year to you all from Pushpita, Rishabh and myself. I hope 2012 brings you what you seek.
97 años. Monterrey, Nuevo León. México.
We started to talk and he moved his hands while speaking. A few blocks away in that moment, the worst public massacre act of narcoterrorism in the city happened. www.nytimes.com/2011/08/26/world/americas/26mexico.html
Allahabad sees Mahakumbh once in 12 years. One has to really experience the life and hysteria heading towards Kumbh and after. I was on train for almost 72 hours during the Mauni Amawasya Shahi snan for a journey that would have otherwise taken only 12 hours by train.
Got down at Allahabad as the trains were delayed and getting stuck for long. Had a quick trip to Sangam and the kumbh area, thanks to Gaurav for all the help. Here are a few captures...
~ Wishes~
Enjoy a great week ahead
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en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ekla_Chalo_Re#Translation_into_English
Poem by Rabindranath Tagore (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabindranath_Tagore)
If they answer not to thy call walk alone
If they are afraid and cower mutely facing the wall,
O thou unlucky one,
open thy mind and speak out alone.
If they turn away, and desert you when crossing the wilderness,
O thou unlucky one,
trample the thorns under thy tread,
and along the blood-lined track travel alone.
If they do not hold up the light when the night is troubled with storm,
O thou unlucky one,
with the thunder flame of pain ignite thy own heart,
and let it burn alone.
Allahabad sees Mahakumbh once in 12 years. One has to really experience the life and hysteria heading towards Kumbh and after. I was on train for almost 72 hours during the Mauni Amawasya Shahi snan for a journey that would have otherwise taken only 12 hours by train.
Got down at Allahabad as the trains were delayed and getting stuck for long. Had a quick trip to Sangam and the kumbh area, thanks to Gaurav for all the help. Here are a few captures...
Allahabad sees Mahakumbh once in 12 years. One has to really experience the life and hysteria heading towards Kumbh and after. I was on train for almost 72 hours during the Mauni Amawasya Shahi snan for a journey that would have otherwise taken only 12 hours by train.
Got down at Allahabad as the trains were delayed and getting stuck for long. Had a quick trip to Sangam and the kumbh area, thanks to Gaurav for all the help. Here are a few captures...
A man walking alone with the Bahujan Samaj Party (BSP) flag in the wake of municipality elections in Nagpur. BSP that emerged as the party of dalits and oppressed people in Uttar Pradesh, the most populous state of India, is still in early stages of organization in Maharashtra.
ollietherottweiler: africandogontheprairie: Your choice affects your dog’s choice — a lesson I’m reminded of everyday. (Image credit goes to Lili Chin.) Way back this winter, when Chalo started having growly reactions toward other dogs, I made the mistake of correcting him for it. Traditional wisdom and all the training books I’d read as a kid in the ’90s told me firm discipline was necessary, so I spoke sternly and used physical corrections with a choke collar. Surprise: in just 48 hours, it became so much worse. A little growliness turned into full-on explosions of snarling and lunging and raised hackles and high emotions. The changes were happening so quickly it frightened me. This was not a dog I recognized. So I backtracked, devoured every bit of reactivity literature I could find on the internet, and soon wondered if, in Chalo’s mind, the situation looked very different. To him, it seemed to be, “Every time we see a dog, my person gets worried and bad things happen. She becomes a person I do not recognize. I need to growl more to make that dog go away, and to keep bad things from happening.” My whole perspective on the issue changed — or at least, made me more receptive to alternatives, out of desperation and concern that I was singlehandedly ruining my dog. The next day I approached it differently, with a soft, open, patient mindset and a bag full of cheese. And in one session, Chalo was sitting quietly and sweetly, twenty feet away from the golden retriever who previously sent him into a growling frenzy. In one week, he was walking past yards of snarling, lunging, barking, frustrated dogs with the same sweet, quiet, expectant look on his face. Today, Chalo hasn’t growled at another dog in months. I definitely don’t propose that there is any one-size-fits-all training method for every dog, and everything I don’t know about dogs could fill several rooms several times over. But Chalo teaches me so much, all the time: how to be a better teacher, how to approach problems creatively, how to be patient, how to motivate. So many canine behavior problems are misunderstandings, rooted partly in a failure of human imagination and empathy. And that is fixable. That can change. Chalo continues to show me what I need to give more of, not just in dog training but in life in general — reflection on my own actions, and consideration for how we all can be shaped, battered, or buoyed by the world around us. Dogs can make us better, and this dog is making me better. important via (ift.tt/1oEI8Xw)
In the village of La Huayca, the only dining option is Restaurant “El Huaso Chalo” (the guy in the cowboy hat on the sign) which serves unsophisticated comfort food to the locals, apparently just at lunch as we are the only dinner customers. The first night our fixed menu is a salad with mayonnaise and a chewy piece of beef with rice. The second night is chicken soup and chicken with mashed potatoes—our special request that the cook found unusual as this area of Chile always eats rice. Around US$7 the first night and US$9 the second (when we also got wine along with bottled water) including 10% tip. [US$1=CH$500]
On Google Earth:
La Huayca (Restaurant “El Huaso Chalo”) 20°25'50.19"S, 69°33'44.27"W