Blog for change

Just like 'toast for change', 'taste for change' and 'dance for change', i chose to keep the title of my blog today as 'Blog for change' because i believe myself also to be a" freedom writer".
Since the day i read a review on this movie "freedom writers" in Sir Passu's blog few months ago, i had been searching to get hold of it. Luckily i got it just after a month i read about it.
Most of you must have read and watched the movie as well. I, too, have been straining my eyes time and again with this movie which, every time i watch awakens something powerful inside me( yet to discover that powerful thing...wink!!). That is why i wanted to give my own review on the movie to be shared online with my fellow readers.

Miss. Erin Gruwell

With a fight among the students, Miss Gruwell's first class in the school starts. Class divided into groups of different racial origin and everyone with hot burning grudge against each other, ever ready to start a battle. She tries hard to make the class peaceful and interesting. Instead of just lectures, she let the students understand her lessons through audio visual clips and through games. During one of her class, to bring some union among the parted class, she organizes a game where she let  them  stand on the line made on the floor if the question she ask correlates to their lives. A turning point strikes in which one of  her question silences the whole mood of the class. "How many of you have lost your loved ones, your friends, in a fight?". 90% of the students stands on the line. There, everyone realizes that they were not alone in case of losing someone they loved and understood the impact,  fights and angers brought in their lives.

To each one of them, she gives a diary where she tells them to write anything they want but to write and maintain everyday. All of the students come forward and jot down their own share of sorrow  they faced in their personal lives. By doing a part time job, Miss.G( as mentioned by students) buys the book " Diary of Anne Frank" and hand over each copy to the students and ask them to relate it to their lives. She takes them to the museum and shows the clips of the people who fought discrimination and racism during early centuries and what impact that brought to them. The constant hard work of Miss G pays off and soon she finds her students shining with positive changes. Everyone finds a reason to correct their lives. Miss G gains trust from all her students BUT unfortunately, the knot of her own  personal life loosens under the hands of unpredictable fate where she gets divorced with her husband. 
Despite all of that, she continues to support her class. She is a great inspiration to all the teachers around the world and  a picture form of example to the students to understand the difficulties, a teacher has to go through. 
The" freedom writer diary" depicts that we are not alone who come across disastrous challenges in life and teaches us how to tackle them. 

The two Miss.Gs with the freedom writers

A soup of supportive love to my Sister

The day of 5th December was a day planned for the the fellow graduates to finally know their fate of future which they will be living along with throughout their life. 'Joy of happiness for the success" for some and " sorrow of failure" for some. Some would have already stored pennies to give treats to their loved ones for their rising up and some ready to use their handkerchief. 

Well, like all of them, i was also in a state of  apprehensiveness along with excitement, not for myself, but for my dear sister. She got through the Preliminary round and  also came with a sweet of satisfaction on her face after she did her final. We were quite sure that, if not that good, she would at least make it through with satisfying fruit. But, the result banged not only her heart but mine too. By one point, she didn’t qualify and I am sure it would have been a disaster for her.  

I know she had been crying whole day after knowing her results. I can feel the pain and the lowness that is jumping inside  her at the moment. So, though I am not near her, I want to reach out my support  to her through my freedom diary .

Dear sis,

I know how much you been working hard, burning the midnight lamp and waking early to prepare and give your best for the final test of your life after 16 years of continuous studying. Whole of my vacation, I have seen how hard you fought your sleep to gather the knowledge from the papers into your mind and always being surrounded by them day and night. I know you have  always been feeling responsible for the family being the eldest  and I have no words for thanking you for how cherishing and caring you have been to me and brother. I know that you have been battle ling hard to soon get yourself secured, in order  to lend a hand to our father to loosen his burden a bit. Despite all of your input, the fruit bore a bitter taste. I know how hard it is for you to absorb this at the moment but we never know what the next chapter of your life would bring upon your shoulder. Things might have turned out like this , may be to give you a bigger surprise for you in the coming future. May be it is too early for you. I have full faith that your hard work won’t go in vain. May be the result of just now would have been just a trick to you. Real one might be, yet to come. Have patience, strong willed and know that you brother  will always be by your side to protect and pull you up whenever you fall. Lets us fight this together keeping in our mind that this a just a temporary wound which would soon shed off giving you a brand new skin of life. Let us think not of past but of present and future by which we will bring a change not only in our life but in our parent’s life too and make them proud of having us.

                “Satisfaction lies in the effort, not in the attainment.                        Full effort is full victory.” 

                        ― Mahatma Gandhi

Maximum post in a month

Tomorrow, the month of November will end. I have written five post in this month itself. Wow!! this is huge. Well i know, this is nothing for most of the  bloggers. They write more than 10 or even more than that in a month but for me, it was like "woah! i did write a lot this time"!! 

I have come to know that, some of the bloggers though being occupied with tight schedule , won’t put their head on the pillow before at least pinning on some words on their respective blogs. Passionately driven into the world of writing, they write lying awake at night.

Well number of times, i sit in front of my laptop, opening my account, script it down few words but then again, i let my words be erased not being satisfied with what i am writing. I get stuck with the confusion of words to be put down together, not getting appropriate topics to write on and finally always landing  without a single post. So, most of the time, i prefer reading and getting cheerfully amused by what other bloggers have written.

Blogging is a platform where we can pour out what's going inside us, our feelings, thoughts, and opinions without the consent of any body and share to the world without spending a penny. Our literature might not be as good as it should be, mistakes might occur but it's all ours. Time would rectify everything.

So, i ought to promise myself to increase the number of post every month and I have also promised some of the respected bloggers that i would keep up with them and i do not wish to let them down as i have chosen writing not as a materialistic thing  but as a close friend of mine, whom I would chat, laugh, cry and play to the extend I want.

So, fellow bloggers, keep visiting my blog and drop your comments  as much as possible as that would boost me up more and more.

Thank you!!

Have a nice night and a happy December.

Studying without clothes: Story of Sangay Wangmo

I felt a sudden jerk in my throat, my eyes got numb with tears and i felt my heart crying when i saw the video of this little girl called Sangay wangmo. She had a face filled with innocence, having put on an old clothe given by other people.

As she spoke, her voice made something pinch in me and as she went on telling the story of struggle she was going through, thick tears rolled down my cheek as i couldn't resist.

We tend to complain about going to school, quarrel with parents to do the homework, fight with teachers for having got a scolding for not doing the work properly. Well this little girl is instead fighting her emotions, defending herself against all pro and cons of the pathetic life she is having only to pursue 'education'. Among st  the 8 siblings, she is the only one going to school. After the death of her father, mother became regular with drinking, her three elder siblings dropped the school, three younger ones were given away for adoption and one found his way to religious path. She was the only one who refused to drop school even though she knew her mother won't be able to support her. Hand on hand with the thorns of life, she continued her schooling with the peck of supports she got from the people feeling pity on her and moved on with constant pace.

 I salute her for her determination and hope with hopeful prayers that she achieves what she dreams of life and get what she wants.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4W_wuyFL0mc: this is the link if you wish to watch her story too.

Magic behind words: Story of J.k ROWLING

On screen and in books, we have watched and read the magical world of Harry Potter, created magnificently wonderful which is enjoyed thoroughly all over the world by not only the children but the adults as well. Along with Harry, Hermoine and Ron, we have been through the adventures in search of philosophers stone, revealed the secrets behind the chamber of secrets, rescued the prisoner of Azkaban, participated in the Quidditch match most of us with Griffindor, felt the pain and evil power of the half blood prince and cherished the end of the  " he who must not be named".
Well, the white witch which has taken us on this fantasy world, one responsible for the "boy who lived" and let us into the journey along with him, Ms.J.K.Rowling(Joanne Rowling) has her own share of beautiful childhood days but a dreadful teenage years.

In a documentary movie " magic beyond words" we can actually see how this most popular and one of the richest billionare  in England, once struggled, having no shelter for her and her baby, depending on the state benefits, not even having a proper paper to write her stories.

               


Her passion of writing lay back down from the age since 6 where her mother used to read her books every night. As an on ,she imagined herself to be one of the character and always used to get lost in the fantasy world. Since then, writer was what she wanted to be. .

J.k.Rowling's childhood                                    Her Inspiration: Her Mother


In her adulthood, her life took a massive destructive stage. She lost her mother, got divorced with her husband, became jobless with a dependent child whom she had to feed. She was sunk into the forest of depression on a verge of even committing suicide but her feeling of illness brought alive the idea of Dementors(soul sucking creature) in the third book and she describes her failure as liberating.
         
                  Failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy to finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one area where I truly belonged. I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realized, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored, and I had an old typewriter, and a big idea. And so rock bottom became a solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.
 – J. K. Rowling, "The fringe benefits of failure", 2008

Her first book harry potter and the philosopher stone got published with the help of Christopher Little Literary Agents and that was a turning point in the life of Rowling. Her messed up life started to sort out itself slowly and then, soon enough Harry potter started climbing the tree of success under the novice pen of Rowling chapter after chapter and book after book. Within the term of five year, she became one of  the richest women, won lots of awards and gained the highest respect of being a writer with millions of fans cherishing her book.

'Her progress from living on state benefits to multi-millionaire status is due to the greatest passion she had, the thing she always wanted to do, 'WRITING" . If we want something truely, i believe we can achieve it. Row is such an inspiration. I salute her for her dream come true and the wonderful inspiration she has given to all her fans on screen and from books'

You are an inspiration.

Illusionary journey of impermanence

As i move on and on with life, time and again, i get to wonder why we are here. In the streets of raichur, i see many people, young and old, all busy trying to cope up with life under the scorching heat to fill up their bellies. On the way, for the cattles and buffaloes, Ranveer kapoor and Deepika padukone's film posters have become the meals for them as no green grasses are available. They got no choice but to change their taste buds to fulfill their hunger. Back to college, many white apron bearers including me are seen in libraries, some in hospitals and some in hostels, all busy designing their life so that  it be beautifully decorated in the future.

Animals, humans, insects and even the non living things get transformed, non functional, and one day become what we refer to as impermanence. With time, everything ceases. We are living in an illusionary  dream which will be over one day or the other. For the living ones, when death calls us, we have no idea as to where the call will lead us to. If there is life after death, then we shall live in another  world of suffering, ignorance and hatred, full of illusions adding up our sins forming a chain around the circle of life and death.

Buddha has spread Buddhism in almost all the directions around the world. People do know and understand the precious, golden words of Buddha which was spread from his disciples to make us understand the teachings for the generations now and then to pass over this samsara and attain the life of Nirvana. But in this advanced world where technology and science has dominantly taken powerful hold, the innocent worldy beings are driven into the so called trying to achieve 'impermanence". Life seems  meaningless when we think about death but worth meaningful if done something meaningfully good and beneficial to all sentient beings.

                 No matter how green she might have been, it will  have no single leave to beautify her.

              you might have been the most beautiful once, but the wrinkles wont stop you from aging.

        it would have been the best looking car, but the lifeless things also ages with time.

          While alive, mingling together would have been fun, but death do all of us apart forever leaving behind just the gust of memories in the air which volatilizes with the passing 
                                                                    of time !!!!

One Man, Thirty Nine wives

Quite excited right?  Well, i was too when i first spotted the topic on the story about the Ziona Chana's BIG FAMILY in Mizoram on the north-eastern side of India.
I was browsing through a magazine in the library when my eyes captured the topic, " A Big Phat Family". And just below i saw a paragraph in between the story " 39 wives, 90 children and 45 grandchildren".
WOW!! i got really excited to see the full story.

Long before, in the very past, there were stories about kings having more than 40 wives but it is quite amazing to learn that at this generation also, a common man like us is living a life of a legendary King with multiple wife to care him, 90 children and 45 grand childrens, well if  in-laws are counted, the family has a total of 180 members. Unbelievable!!!

Many questions ran through my mind. How does he manage to make a living?? How do they leave together?? Aren't wives having problem??  Well, gradually all my questions were answered. A flourishing furniture business, farmlands, poultry farms and piggery holds under his power. Along with that, he runs guest houses for tourist who flock to village solely to see him and his family and for that, he charges 150 dollars for a family picture. They live in a four stored house with 100 room where  wives reside  in giant, separate dormitories. Their mansion set amid-st the hills of Baktwang village in the Indian state of Mizoram. And most surprisingly, for a meal, the recipe consist of more than 40 chickens, 48kg of rice, 24 kg of dal and if it's beef, around 10 cows are slaughtered in a day.

As for the bed sharing business with the king, in his room having double bed, the womens take turn, a rotation system. The youngest five wives get the privilege to set their rooms near to his. Wives consider him GOD to them. Their family is based on 'mutual love and respect" and to maintain peace, senior wives let him hang along with young ones with great understanding . Ziona Chana, in his religious sect. states him having 400 member in his family which means, he is not going to stop looking for new wives. 'To expand my sect. i am willing to go even to the U.S to marry" he has mentioned. Woooooo.......!!!!

Husshh!!, No energy required to read his story but i really felt tired after reading that. Can anyone imagine so....hahaha..(wink) ...

Mr.Ziona Chana's China Population.

Ziona Chana With his QUEENS.

The Senior Queens with their share of Chickens.:D

Shared dormitories inside the room.

Mr.Chana with his little ones..

  

And here is his GREAT PALACE!!.

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Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1358654/The-worlds-biggest-family-Ziona-Chan-39-wives-94-children-33-grandchildren.html#ixzz2kM4alqzC