A Sparkling Gem from the Interiors

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When he was 10 years old, Haldhar Nag lost his father and was forced to drop out of school to sustain his family. He worked as a dishwasher at a local eatery. Later he became a cook at a high school, where he worked for 16 years. As schools mushroomed, he took a loan of Rs 1000 (about 16 $ today) and opened a stationery shop for school children. He used to fill ink pens for 10paisa (I can’t even do the Math – neither can Google!).

Why am I telling you all this?

Today his humble shop has been renovated and is frequented by his admirers and researchers. What’s more, in 2016, the President of India awarded him the Padma Shri. There are 5 PhD theses on the writings of this barely ‘literate’ man from Odisha.

A Kosli (or Sambalpuri) language poet, Nag wrote his first poem Dhodo Bargachh (The Old Banyan Tree) when he was 40. It was published in a local magazine. Subsequently he sent four poems to the magazine and all of which were published.

There was no looking back. A prolific writer, Nag has a series of works to his credit including poetry collection Bhaab, Surut and more than 20 epics like Achhia, Bachhar, Mahasati Urmilla, Siri Samalai, Santha kabi Bhimabhoi, Rushi kabi Gangadhar to name a few.

Sambalpur University in Odisha, is now coming up with a compilation of his writings – Haldhar Granthabali-2 – which will be a part of the university’s syllabus.

In addition, Nag has a phenomenal memory. He remembers each of his works and can reel them off on demand. The quintessential Indian, he always dons a white dhoti and a vest. He has never worn any footwear. Popularly known as Lok Kabi Ratna in Odisha, he writes mostly on nature, society, mythology and religion. Social oppression and exploitation, protection of human dignity and women’s issues are some of the topics that are close to his heart.

Haldhar Nag has a huge following in Odisha and Chatishgarh where they flock to listen to his readings. His technique and way to writing serve as inspiration to poets and has triggered a HaldharDhara in Odisha. I hope that soon someone takes up the task of translating Nag’s work so that it is available to a larger audience.

Haldher Nag’s journey from a class 3 dropout dishwasher to an acclaimed author is the stuff of fairy tales and awe inspiring. And I thought quite the perfect submission for the monthly We Are the World Blogfest which seeks to promote positive news.

Do share your views, opinions, suggestions and positive news.

Thank you for reading 🙂

For readers of Moonshine, here's Chapter 136
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Haiga #2

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sunshine –

that’s all she needs

to cook

 

A/N Just in case you were confused or worried, the gas stove is the only place which gets sunshine 🙂

WPC: Earthy Matters

This earth is a wonderful thing.

EtreeIt can be plain old mud, fine as dust, scattered by a gust of wind or washed away in a summer shower.

EwareYet, add a measure of water, light a fire and it can become almost anything you would like it to be – earthenware

Terracottaor terracotta buildings that can last centuries.

Sunrise

Wake up to the beauty that envelops us, learn to read between the lines

Indus
Photo shared by my brother A. Ghosal of the Indus river at Ladakh

Heaven or hell depends on what you make of the ingredients.

In response to Weekly Photo Challenge – Earth

For readers of Moonshine, here's Chapter 135

CFFC: Monstrous Beauties

For this week’s Fun Foto Challenge, Cee wants to see something that is related to Autumn or Metal. For metal, it should combine strength and beauty.

warship copenhagenA warship – isn’t she impressive?

from the ship to swedenFrom the ferry taking us to Sweden from Denmark

ShipThis one is honking and snorting steam, ready to take us to Havelock Islands, Andaman and Nicobar Islands.

Anda3Cutting across the ocean, striding ahead without a care in the world

AutumnCouldn’t resist a final photo – Autumn or is it spring?

Have a wonderful day and thanks for joining me, hope you had a fun ride 🙂

The Addict

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The Addict

Words 100

 “How was your day out with Piya?”

“She dragged me through the shops for hours.”

“Couldn’t she find what she was looking for?”

“Oh, she wasn’t looking for anything in particular.”

“Ah. Window shopping.”

“Not exactly.”

“Then?”

“She must have tried on at least a 100 pair of shoes…”

“What!”

“In 10 different shops.”

“Did she buy any?”

“She settled for 3 pairs…”

“Settled?”

“She was on a shoestring budget.”

“Yet she could afford 3 pairs?”

“She simply had to complete her century.”

“You mean she already had 97 pairs?”

“99 pairs. Two pairs to get the next century going.”

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Written for Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Magaly Guerroro for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here

This post is inspired by my baby sistah 😀 And going by the number of shoe addict quotes, she is clearly not alone 😉

“You know you are a shoe addict if you think there is always room for one more pair”

“What do women want? Shoes.” ― Mimi Pond

“I would hate for someone to look at my shoes and say Oh my God! they looks so comfortable!” Christian Louboutin

“The look he shot her was incredulous in the extreme. “You have a filing system for your shoes?” ― Norah Wilson,

“You can’t buy happiness but you can buy shoes and that’s kind of the same thing”

😀 Hope you liked!

Just 4 Fun # 35

Hola everyone! Howz life? Cool or rather hot and bothered?

Prescription

Hmm I wonder if it is the heat or can we blame it on English? 😉

English isn’t the easiest language to figure out – need proof?

Here goes – just don’t hold your breath!

 

We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

Let’s face it – English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
Neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren’t invented in England.

We take English  for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes,
We find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,
And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write, but fingers don’t fing,
Grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?

Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?
If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them,
What do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speakingEnglish
Should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?

We ship by truck but send cargo by ship…
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
While a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
In which your house can burn up as it burns down,
In which you fill in a form by filling it out,
And in which an alarm goes off by going on.

*And in closing……….*

If Father is Pop, how come Mother’s not Mop????

😀 😀

Dont ask me! I am stressed out as it is.

Stress

And to top it

Barbie

If Barbie is aging I probably shouldn’t be around…

Ah well que sera sera 😀

For some more fun (and puns) hop over to Rekha’s blog 😀

Hope you found something that you enjoyed – none of which are mine by the way. I received all of them as forwards/shares and am just keeping the fun going.

Have a super week and don’t forget to have some fun as well 🙂

And do let me know your favorite – or better still post your own and leave me a link I will be along in just a bit.

 

 

 

Harmony

Earlier this year, I had the opportunity to visit the Chidambaram temple, dedicated to Lord Shiva in Tamil Nadu, India. The temple complex is spread over 40 acres (160,000 m2) in the heart of the city. There are four entries to temple complex – via 4 massive and intricately decorated gates known as gopurams. I had posted about it here.

Like all Hindu temples, footwear is not allowed inside the temple complex; we left our footwear in the car. As we strolled through the temple premises we noticed many of the locals using the temple premises as a short cut.

Harmony2They carried their footwear in their hands while they cut across from one gate to another. Notice anything out of the ordinary? Burqa clad women, in deference to Hindu sentiment, also walk across the temple complex, barefoot.

What better sight than this to exemplify harmony?