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A glittering new Mobile with loads of games and Apps was sitting proudly on the table. "ah ! This shiney new body the new voice and Ringtone" ! Am I looking like a star ! Just like on the tv ad !  He smiled to himself and thought of cleaning his memory again as he had to remain up to date. "Boy what a day it was ! The little kid played so many games in me. I could feel the puzzles and movie songs humming all day in my memory!" but i know its impossible to live without me now. Duh !          "Do you really think so young lad ?" a coarse voice came from a dark corner somewhere. "you think you have captured people's hearts but do you know the reality of being a tech freak ?" "whose that ? Who spoke ?" The cell a bit shocked began to beep loudly and started scanning the area. "its me young lad"... And slowly a big red box with round dials peeped from inside the corner. He had a receiver and a long chord which was now dus

*Stop acting like a terrorist* !! What do you imagine when you scold or bully someone by this particular adjective ? It directly relates to the devilism conducted by inhumane humans who in the name of Gods berate and destroy religion and people. There is this constant fear for your family's safety, your town or your city and by and large countries protection. You are afraid that your child or your elder is not safe in certain areas of the city, as there are frightful gunmens pointing Guns on innocent hearts. You havent hurt them or taken anything from them still in the name of Jehad or Lord's order they murder your soul and take  evil happiness in that. Thats Fateful Terrorism !!  Terrorism is an upsurging monster since decades and the world is almost helpless in curbing it down. No doubt the badmen are captured and hanged to death for their deeds but its foundation remains unfound. Osama bin laden, kasab and al zazeera such dangerous men and networks put the guns in inno

Our prolific artist Vincent Van gogh is a true lover of art. He is a magnificent human being with a kindest lightest spirit. His eyes always reflected a tinge of distress and sadness that portrayed his lifespan but in his paintings he drenched all the beauty lying around him. He always painted a mixture of people children nature and faith. A misjudged soul since his childhood van gogh found peace and relevance in natural elements. His hidden love, his wishes and his aspiration to connect with people reflected in his works. He was disappointed and disregarded all through his age at some point or the other but he never ever gave up.  He continued to paint. He and his brother Theo were the only connecting souls in the world. His brother and his family meant everything to him. Vincent was an ultimate genius of colours and that made him one of the finest painters of the modern century where his work was really appreciated.  Art was inside his soul. He might have started late in his care

The Morrigan is a Powerful Goddess from the Irish Mythology. A symbol of Battle, sovereignty and strife she takes a form of  Magnificent black Raven when the warriors are fighting for their lives in the battlefield. She flies above them and gives them a strength to win. Also in the Ulster cycle she takes a form of an eel, a cow and a wolf. Morrigan is undoubtedly a war deity although she is compared with the Germanic Valkyries. Her form as a cow is often associated with wealth land and prosperity. The Morrigan are also a traige of Goddesses and number three is said to be the most auspicious number in both celtic, norse and welsh mythology.  The Morrigan and her sisters are all seen as the War Goddesses and are connected to fate and destiny. Its a strict resemblance to giant tribes of Norns and Valkyries. She lurks above the heads of the fighters on the battlefield to foretell death and also her voice and appearance is fierce threatening and ominous.  She is a terrific form to an

A G arden of Paradise ::--)   I dream of an exotic and flowery garden Where, among the dense plants Who's interlaces form a shelter for us, Suave fragrances are floating; Marvellous Paradise, made of lush greenery, All glistening with enamel and gold, Pearls and roses, all nature's splendours, Beauties such as treasures are. You are like this place where I can rest Enjoying the fine odours of nature Where I may adore, admire and love you, And for a short while I begin dreaming and celebrate you: You're my Adam and you are my Peace!

Love is something that can change a person beyond recognition. I think we're beginning to feel that! It can overthrow kingdoms, and without it the world would be a sad place. Without love there would probably be no art, no poetry, and probably no life on this Earth. Back in the late 11th century, the South of France was one of the most peaceful places in Europe and along with this peace came prosperity which gave birth to one of the most brilliant periods in human history. A period in which the tribal and military values of the Germanic tribes that had invaded the Roman Empire in the 4th Century gave way to a new way of thinking. No more brutish conflicts and force, but a society in which honour, respect, patience and true love became essential values. Back in these days the people in the South of France did not speak French at all, they spoke a language that derived from Latin. In this language, the word "yes" was said "Oc", andtherefore it wa

******** *******Most people in the world don’t know exactly what History is, so this is a simple introduction! First of all there is the Past, a very wide concept relating to everything that happened before the present. Of course, recent past, our own past, are things we can easily relate to, but we know that the past is so vast that we can’t possibly know it all.  We basically start remembering our own memories at around the age of 2 or 3. But we know of the world before us through what other people tell us: our parents, our grandparents etc., have all lived before us and can relate their experience to us. But even then things rarely go beyond a Century back and we lose track of things before that, so we then rely on information given by people from the past. This can be through objects, through various traces, but it’s mainly through writing (letters, newspapers etc.).  It is therefore possible to know what someone who lived two Centuries ago wrote and thought about a

Some of us experience our world from the inside out. Rising from the deepest depth to the highest pinnacle. That journey is not easy but it is entertaining, it is challenging and its worth.  People would enter you lives making you realize tones of things. Some of it may be wrong and some right. It is the pure circle of life. A thing that was always yours others may contribute to it in making you realize, but only you have the power to witness and bring it out. That power shall last for years to come when you are no more. The memories you give to people will be graceful, vindictive, sullen or painful. Whatever form they may take, they would be yours and you would be engraved on their minds forever. They would remember you when the last half an hour of their bed time will remain. Unless you are a soldier of solitude and prefer to die unnoticed you will keep a mark on people’s minds. Our life is an encounter with perils of darkness. We experience lose and injuries but it shou

*********// PALEFACES //********       They are walking along the Primordial wilderness that is the home of the beasts and nature's miraculous ways. These hunters would start to hunt after the sun begins its detouring journey towards his home of the ancients. Palefaces would slowly crawl down the green bushes with an alert eye for their fiercesome enemies beyond borders ...they are not scared but careful to protect their mighty lands and the untouched treasures of pearls and golden eggs buried beneath the old oak tree rooted for thousand years near the sundering Waterfall. They are walking along the Primordial wilderness that is the home of the beasts and nature's miraculous ways. These hunters would start to hunt after the sun begins its detouring journey towards his home of the ancients. Palefaces would slowly crawl down the green bushes with an alert eye for their fiercesome enemies beyond borders. They are not scared but careful to protect their mighty lands and

Nature's Dancer: In her home called the Universe, She dances with the magnificent trees, Fluttering, clasping, moving her Hands, She reflects the branches so brown and Frank, The rhythm of the wind entwines Her soul.... depicting mysteries of the enchanting seasons, She dances wild she dances slow for love,  for truth for every Reason.. Amidst the Human minds so ceaselessly focussed, going in coming out and working all hours... She is like that Shadow... unseen, untouched, and breaking the curse. Her moves move fast, scrambling the earth.. The land is her stage ..we are the onlookers.. The skies applaud and shine on her, She stands, she smiles proud and Tall, Reflecting who SHE is amidst us all. ******************************************** Ecrit par, Janaki mehta. ( Meilin Ray )

*Soprano* Pour Toi ! =! When I wish upon a star in the heavens above, I see a face that is a cynosure of my soul, I know there is a staircase leading to its core...  A passage walking to your heart.  A room full of garden flowers that reminds me of your smell  like Hyacinths....like Poppins.. Like that Lillie's swaying in the winds,  Where the tern restless butterflies roam on the petals of your lips,  They dance they sing they flip their wings,  I prepare to migrate down your curve To that beautiful blues of your vein,  Deep in your heart.  Where my life lives on.                                                   Janaki Mehta.                                                   (MEILIN Ray)

Embrace me in your Godly arms,  As I cry a river of our memoirs,  I search in your soul my love,  A flight of a homing dove....  I paint your face in the morning dew, A crystalline purity among the leaves, I chase your steps breathing hard,  Whereever you Go, I will wave from Far.  A shooting star beckons from the zenith,  A blinding light enfolds my world, I dream of us in a Rainbow so frail.... Promising never to leave again.   🏵🏵🏵🏵🕊🕊🕊🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌦🌦🌦🌦🌦🌦 ************                                            +++++Janaki Mehta