He dont look it .....
Monday, October 10, 2005
Friday, July 22, 2005
Dad, majo pai - a bi-lingual post ...
wat i am today
and wat i am not
the credit/debit goes to Dad
when i was young
he loved me too much
used to drop me off to school evry morning
and i was like a bay called SUE, he called me baba
baba is a term for a baby boy
i tink he wanted a girl
to maka khuub mog di talo
to maka khudaan sangath vortolo
mojo pai Abadan ghe lo lo
and khhub poyshe gehun ailo
ani Goyent vhoddle bongla ube kele
taka poyshe che mog naslo
teche bail taka mog nasle
he used to pass his time by gambling wid the boyz in the goan club
he didnt play to win
he played to loose
he new the guys needed the money
but it was tuff
evry hand he played he won
and he didnt want to miss the football game at the Cooperage
but he wudnt get up, till he lost
he was nuts !
My dad,
drummed dis poem in my head
'if' by rudyard kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
0 If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Kipling is said to have written the poem 'If' with Dr Leander Starr Jameson in mind, who led about five-hundred of his countrymen in a failed raid against the Boers, in southern Africa. The 'Jameson Raid' was later considered a major factor in starting the Boer War (1899-1902).
and wat i am not
the credit/debit goes to Dad
when i was young
he loved me too much
used to drop me off to school evry morning
and i was like a bay called SUE, he called me baba
baba is a term for a baby boy
i tink he wanted a girl
to maka khuub mog di talo
to maka khudaan sangath vortolo
mojo pai Abadan ghe lo lo
and khhub poyshe gehun ailo
ani Goyent vhoddle bongla ube kele
taka poyshe che mog naslo
teche bail taka mog nasle
he used to pass his time by gambling wid the boyz in the goan club
he didnt play to win
he played to loose
he new the guys needed the money
but it was tuff
evry hand he played he won
and he didnt want to miss the football game at the Cooperage
but he wudnt get up, till he lost
he was nuts !
My dad,
drummed dis poem in my head
'if' by rudyard kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
0 If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Kipling is said to have written the poem 'If' with Dr Leander Starr Jameson in mind, who led about five-hundred of his countrymen in a failed raid against the Boers, in southern Africa. The 'Jameson Raid' was later considered a major factor in starting the Boer War (1899-1902).
Monday, May 23, 2005
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
"I have forgiven the persons who killed my husband and sons," Gladys Staines .....
In the shoes of the fisherman
The widow of slain Australian missionary Graham Stuart Staines is keeping alive his mission of helping leprosy patients in the eastern Indian state of Orissa.
Gladys Staines continues to work at the home for leprosy patients set up by her late husband back in 1982 at Baripada in Orissa's tribal-dominated Mayurbhanj district.
"When he was alive, the number of inmates at the home was 60 to 70," Staines told rediff.com in a telephone interview from Baripada. "Some have left after being cured, but new patients come in, so the number remains the same."
Most of the inmates are tribals, with a couple of Christians. "We do not discriminate amongst them," Staines, a native of Queensland, Australia, said. "We allow them in irrespective of caste or religion."
Staines met her husband while she was serving on a youth mission in Orissa back in the early 1980s. They were married in 1983. Sixteen years later, the Reverend Staines and their two young sons, Philip and Timothy, were burnt to death by a mob allegedly comprising Bajrang Dal activists while they were asleep in their vehicle at Manoharpur village in neighbouring Keonjhar district.
The Central Bureau of Investigation, which probed the incident, filed charges against 18 persons, including prime accused Dara Singh. The trial court is scheduled to pronounce judgment in the case on Monday, September 15.
Staines refused to comment on the murder trial. "I have forgiven the persons who killed my husband and sons," she said. "I don't think on that matter anymore."
Asked if she isn't scared to work in the same area where her husband and sons were brutally murdered, Staines said, "Why should I be afraid? Here people support us and I do not want to disappoint them. After all, they need to be taken care of."
Even her sole surviving child Esther, who is currently studying medicine, wants to serve the poor and has not been disheartened or embittered by the fate that met her father and younger brothers, she said.
But Gladys Staines misses her husband a lot. "When your companion dies, it is difficult," she said. "All of us miss them. He was involved in the day-to-day activities and his absence is felt everywhere. The hospital, patients, those whom he served, also miss him, particularly the old staff members here."
The widow of slain Australian missionary Graham Stuart Staines is keeping alive his mission of helping leprosy patients in the eastern Indian state of Orissa.
Gladys Staines continues to work at the home for leprosy patients set up by her late husband back in 1982 at Baripada in Orissa's tribal-dominated Mayurbhanj district.
"When he was alive, the number of inmates at the home was 60 to 70," Staines told rediff.com in a telephone interview from Baripada. "Some have left after being cured, but new patients come in, so the number remains the same."
Most of the inmates are tribals, with a couple of Christians. "We do not discriminate amongst them," Staines, a native of Queensland, Australia, said. "We allow them in irrespective of caste or religion."
Staines met her husband while she was serving on a youth mission in Orissa back in the early 1980s. They were married in 1983. Sixteen years later, the Reverend Staines and their two young sons, Philip and Timothy, were burnt to death by a mob allegedly comprising Bajrang Dal activists while they were asleep in their vehicle at Manoharpur village in neighbouring Keonjhar district.
The Central Bureau of Investigation, which probed the incident, filed charges against 18 persons, including prime accused Dara Singh. The trial court is scheduled to pronounce judgment in the case on Monday, September 15.
Staines refused to comment on the murder trial. "I have forgiven the persons who killed my husband and sons," she said. "I don't think on that matter anymore."
Asked if she isn't scared to work in the same area where her husband and sons were brutally murdered, Staines said, "Why should I be afraid? Here people support us and I do not want to disappoint them. After all, they need to be taken care of."
Even her sole surviving child Esther, who is currently studying medicine, wants to serve the poor and has not been disheartened or embittered by the fate that met her father and younger brothers, she said.
But Gladys Staines misses her husband a lot. "When your companion dies, it is difficult," she said. "All of us miss them. He was involved in the day-to-day activities and his absence is felt everywhere. The hospital, patients, those whom he served, also miss him, particularly the old staff members here."
http://in.rediff.com/news/2003/sep/14staines.htm
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Pope, Prince or pauper .....
dust thou art, and to dust thou shall return
DONT EVER GET TOO BEEG FOR YOUR SHOES
OR TOO BEEG FOR YOUR HAT ....
dis is wat evry Pope is reminded before he becomes pope
A June 3, 1993 file photo showing Pope John Paul II praying in the crypt containing the sarcophagus of late Pope John XXIII, in the grottos beneath St. Peter's Basilica at the Vatican. Pope John Paul II was buried Friday, April 8, 2005 inside this crypt once occupied by Pope Paul XXIII, whose body was moved after his 2000 beatification to the main floor of St. Peter's Basilica because so many pilgrims wanted to visit his tomb. (AP Photo/Massimo Sambucetti)
for more go to http://imnutsincaps.blogspot.com/2005/04/pope-has-just-been-given-extreme.html
Saturday, April 16, 2005
What a man! .......
more than a super man
I only spent a short time with Chris at an event for his Paralysis Foundation but it was certainly enough time to realize the kind man he was.
I hope the world can look at Mr. Reeve's life and understand that it truly takes just one man's bravery to change the way we see the world. It would have been easy for Mr. Reeve to have just given up with the tremendous adversity he faced.
But instead of giving up he gave people hope. He gave people another chance. More importantly, he didn't just do it for himself, he did it for humanity. And that's a true super hero.
Christopher Reeve played the role of one of the most memorable and heroic characters created...Superman. But it is obvious to me as I'm sure it is to others, that he was far more of a Superman than he could have possibly imagined."
- actor Michael Rosenbaum (Smallville's Lex Luthor.)
for more about the guy go to http://www.chrisreevehomepage.com/
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