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A Searching


It is a likelihood of terms.

It is a livelihood of means.

It is that which protract.

 

It is a pronouncement of authority.

It is a reference to  dignity.

It is that which reacts.

 

It is a scene of distraction.

It is a sequence of deviation.

It is that which distributes.

 

It is a cause for anxiety.

It is a wait for result.

It is that which attributes .

 

It is a general outlook.

It is a genial  approach.

It is that which occupies.

 

It is a classic example.

It is a wonderful picture.

It is that which presents.

 

It is a lovely grace.

It is a fine poise.

It is that which creates.

 

It is an apparition.

It is a distinction.

It is that which endears.

 

Well it is a synthesis.

Well  it is a symphony.

Well it is that which enlightens.

 

So goes on the thoughts.

So runs the descriptions.

So spreads the vision.

 

Light up a needy child.

Brighten up the handicapped.

Take care of the aged.

 

A motivation that has to be elicited.

A motto that has to be adopted.

A memorandum that has to  be understood.

 

It might sound like a teaching.

It might echo a preaching.

In reality it is a searching.

 

 

 

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A Dance In France.


It was in France.

I saw a dance.

It depicted a romance.

It was a delightful stance.

It was a sprightly advance.

It instigated a trance.

 

The episodes were enhancing.

The movements were scintillating.

The music was capturing.

The presentation was engulfing.

On the whole it was vivaciously charming.

 

Round and round the danseuse moved in a whirl.

Round and round the music filled in a swirl.

Round and round the expressions gathered in a curl.

Round and round the scenes changed in a furl.

Round and round the drummers beat in a hurl.

 

It was a recital very engaging.

It was a concert very enlivening.

It was an experience absolutely enthralling.

It released a significant  nostalgic feeling.

On the whole it was overwhelmingly amazing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Piquancy


Scared I stood behind the door.

Suddenly there erupted a roar.

Shivering I waited for more.

Hope there should be nothing in store.

 

Any move would  cause a blow.

I took a few steps in tip toe.

My legs dragged me to a slow.

What would come next I do not know.

 

Moved ahead with a caution to the door.

Peeped  through the hole  in the door.

I saw something tiny crossing the door.

I pulled my eyes out of the hole in the door.

 

With confidence I opened the door.

I could see nothing out there along the door.

What was it then that moved through the door?

I got in slamming the door.

 

It was my mind that was working feverish.

It was my mind that kept me in anguish.

Mostly it is my mind that interrogates with a garnish.

Finally all  end up in a situation sans relish.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scared I stood behind the door.

Suddenly there erupted a roar.

Shivering I waited for more.

Hope there should be nothing in store.

 

Any move would cause a blow.

I took a few steps in tip toe.

My legs dragged me to a slow.

What would come next I do not know.

 

Moved ahead with a caution to the door.

Peeped through the hole in the door.

I saw something tiny crossing the door.

I pulled my eyes out of the hole in the door.

 

With confidence I opened the door.

I could see nothing out there along the door.

What was it then that moved through the door?

I got in slamming the door.

 

It was my mind that was working feverish.

It was my mind that kept me in anguish.

Mostly it was my mind that interrogated with a garnish.

Finally it ended up in a situation sans relish.

 

 

 

 

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Long Live.


Long live the King!

Long live the nation!

Longevity is a jubilation.

 

Live long is everyone’s wish.

Live long is everyone’s dream.

Live long for what I wonder?

 

Live long to fight with one another.

Live long to spend as much as possible

Live long to seek help to go about .

 

Live long to depend on others.

Live long to experience solitude.

Live long to wriggle in pain.

 

Live long to gaze at the sky.

Live long to count the stars.

Live long to talk to self.

 

If so long live Man!

Longevity is a jubilation.

Ain’t it?

 

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The Red Haunt


It is a red-letter day they hail

It is a red alert they caution.

It is a red light area they call.

It is a red zone they enforce.

It is scorching  red fire they mourn.

It is a red wound they shout.

It is a red stain they blurt.

It is a red blood bath they scream.

It is  red in most fronts we admit.

The colour red strikes a discordance.

It spreads a discomfort somewhere.

It signifies a flamboyance everywhere.

 

 

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A Call For Quality


It is quality that account all round.

The quality should  profusely abound.

Behaviour should never rebound.

Qualitative dimensions stand around.

Food should never rewound.

Prime quality mark the ground.

Education should never confound.

High quality grants wisdom profound.

Quantity should submit with  bound.

Quality should outweigh all with an emphatic resound.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Modest Affair.


All the more quiet it was

 More or less simple it was.

Nevertheless composed it was.

 Almost austere it was.

All such focused it was.

Greatly helpful  it was.

Ultimately different it was.

Absolutely out of box it was.

 Only some  would appreciate it.

 Certainly thoughtful they call it

  Mostly most would depreciate it.

Impressively miserly they call it.

 None the less it was done.

Where publicity was shun.

There was no place for fun.

It lead to  a smooth run.

Inflicting  displeasure to  none.

Securing an involvement to everyone.

Providing  a well-knit   comfort zone

Though initiating a procedure unknown.

 That might ensue a follow out in tone.

 Which might not imply an urgency in tune.

Which would perhaps lead to a turn around soon.

As it  predicts  a futuristic  boon.

where economy steals the show,

where pragmatism implies a flow

parading  lively  interactions in a row.

What is it all about you might enquire?

It is nothing but a rejection of a pomposity  entire.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Search Though.


It was a search.

It was a thorough search,

leaving everyone in the lurch.

 

It was a raid.

It was a thorough raid,

exposing everything that was discreetly  laid.

 

It was an investigation.

It was a thorough investigation,

unravelling everything  from the closely conceived  distribution.

 

It was an exposition.

It was a thorough exposition,

laying bare the well conceited deviations.

 

It was  a fraudulent.

It was a thorough fraudulent,

directing to an unscrupulous  deceiving indulgence.

 

It taught a lesson.

It was a moral lesson.

delivering that integrity has a beautiful designation.

 

 

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Best To Be So.


Little did Lina knew about it.

Little did she talked about it.

Little did she care about it.

Yet, she was thrust into it.

 

The much she knew about it.

The much she talked about it.

The much she cared about it.

She was let out of it.

 

So much to know about it.

So less to talk about it.

So much to care about it.

Lina was more or less away from it.

 

As much to think about it.

As less to speak about it.

As much to attend to it.

Lina  absolutely  ejected it.

 

That much thought about was a trash.

That much  talked about was a bash.

That much cared about was a gas.

She discreetly committed a thrash.

 

Well, it was a cock and bull story.

Well, it was a series of tales hoary.

Well,l it was a compiling of events unholy.

 Well, Lina relinquished herself  totally .

 

It might sound vague to all.

It might read incoherent to all.

Better it be an enigma to all.

It is best to be so to all.

 

 

 

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India Versus Norway: Diplomatic Embroil Over Bringing up Children


India Versus Norway: Diplomatic Embroil Over Bringing up Children on Blogcritics.

 

“The Child is father of the Man,” reads the famous line from William Wordsworth. Begetting a child gives unfathomable pleasure. Bringing up the little one is an art. The making and unmaking of a child depends largely on the mother.feeding

Parenting is a task which requires great skill and foresight. Indians form a close-knit community. Every relation has an importance in the Indian family. The Indian mother, after a child is born, lives with the child all day long. The newborn is nurtured with great care, fed as and when it cries, sleeps nestling close to the mother. The children are put in separate rooms once they become self-sufficient and independent. The bonding between the child and the mother is special, enchanting and enhancing too. The proximity developed between the mother and the child lasts all through their life. Indians presume it as a healthy sign but in the West it is eyed differently.

Norway is in the headlines for separating the children of an Indian geoscientist from their parents since May 2011. Anurup and Sagarika Bhattacharya’s children, three-year old Abigyan and one-year-old Aishwarya, were taken under Norwegian protective care by the Norwegian Welfare services on the ground that the son slept with Churchillhis father and the mother fed the children with her fingers.

This allegation brings to mind an anecdote from a few decades back, when the former Indian President Dr. Radhakrishnan and the British Prime Minister Churchill met over dinner. As per the Indian custom, the President washed his hands well before eating. While Churchill was busy with spoon and fork, Dr.Radhakrishnan was eating with his fingers. Churchill asked the President to use the spoon and fork for better hygiene. The great scholar quipped, “No one else could use my fingers so I consider it most hygienic.” What would have happened to Dr. Radhakrishnan if he had visited Norway now? He would have been put in a centre and alienated from his kith and kin. Dr. Radahakrishnan is dead and gone. He has escaped the Norwegian authorities.

 

Norway’s Child Protective Service is a powerful organization which has been charged with being overzealous in protecting the children. The Norwegian Statistical Bureau, in its latest report of 2011, shows that 19 of every 1,000 children born to immigrant parents were taken away from their family homes between 2004 and 2010.

In a report by IBN-CNN, Mr. Bhattacharya says, “We’ve appealed to the government that we’ll leave everything and go back to India. This is a nightmare in our lives. We want to bring back our kids. We were normal parents. There could be several upbringing issues because the culture is different.”

The Indian Government has taken up the issue and forced the Norwegian government to release the children from Protective Care. Their 27-year-old uncle would take custody of the children and the expenses for his trip to Oslo would be borne by the Indian government.

Each country has its own culture. Each country has its own theory and convictions regarding sex, children, marriage, habits, and behaviour. That which is approved in one part of the world may be strongly condemned in another region. Customs and traditions which seem offensive to one sect are appreciated highly by the other.

Shakespeare said that discretion is the better part of valor. Let us practise this ideal by honouring all cultures and values.

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