Bali, the smallest province of Indonesia is beautiful. It has splendid beaches, lovely greens, traditional temples, vast paddy and ‘kangkung’ fields.
In 2011, I traveled to Bali in the second week of November. The three days packages did not attract me as I was keen on a long getaway. We settled for nothing less than ten days and it turned out to be one of my best trips. It all began with a little preparation and the most useful of all was the information that I had collected by reading several blogs. Hubby was impressed with blogger wife. Did I tell you Bali was my first trip with hubby dear?
At Bali Ngurah Rai International Airport, also called Denpasar international Airport, Indians have the privilege of on arrival Visa, thus it was all hassle free. So whenever you want, just go for it.
On the way to the hotel, we got the first glimpse of Bali, it had an Asian appeal. I felt comfortable and at home. Colorful umbrellas (white, black, yellow and red) in front of every door step made me curious. (They depict their Gods with these colors) Beautiful carvings and large statue structures stood high in the center of the cross-roads and they made my eyes gleam.
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My theme is around specific words starting from the appropriate letter.. Today its simply about I, an independent and complete word in itself.
I cried hard and they declared I was born,
In pain, in pool of blood, smiled a sweet face,
I recognized not her, not anyone,
Outside the womb, I liked the lights,
Everything around seemed magical,
Soon I saw some happy faces around me,
They hugged me, kissed me,
But all I did was I cried and I slept.
Whose DEAD? HE WHO TILLS THE LAND…..
The goons came in a bunch. They harassed him, beat him black and blue. He did not resist because he had no strength. The body failed him. The family had not eaten a morsel of Roti for the last three days. The children howled and his wife cried in silence. When they were gone, he spoke not a word but sank deep in thoughts. There was fear all over him not from death but failure. His crops had been destroyed due to the hailstorm and he owed money from the moneylenders, a sum which he could never pay.
Soon, he gave a weak smile. The thought that had been at the back of his mind for days took full control of his senses completely. He stood up, looked around the house, walked to the river and chose to get drowned. How easily he embraced death because it made him free from all the pain….
Today’s Letter is H and I wanna write about HATE.
“No, I am not bitter, I am not hateful, and I am not unforgiving. I just don’t like you.”
― C. JoyBell C.
HATE is not a great word to know but we often experience it. Hatred is a strong emotional dislike, detest for people, nagging behavior, their things or ideologies. Many a times it is not about hate but something close to it or beyond it but we club it all together. The best way we adopt to react to this feeling is that we keep away from all those habits and people whom we hate, Don’t we? But what about those who love you more than you hate… They never mend their ways and also never forget to give you reasons to hate them more…Thus, Hate has a funny side too….
10 Questions I hate being asked
- When I was young, I really hated this one when they asked me…‘ Whom do you love more, Mumma or Daddy? ‘ Its so tough to answer this one… how can you choose between your two eyes… I never ever ask this one to any child…
- Exams have never been fun for anybody but the moment the grueling thing came to end, everyone pounced on us asking one question without fail ‘How was the paper?’ I literally dreaded this question. To add a funny side to it, I had created a unique answer too, ‘ The paper was black and white, I was expecting colored one.’
- Ofcourse, I am a single child and mostly those who knew always had this ask…. ‘ You don’t want a brother or a sister?’ No Aunty, I really don’t want anyone to share my parents’ love, please… I am so good being the apple of their eye.
- ‘How are you?’ is another fake question that really irritates me. How often do we answer it truthfully? I hate it most when my Boss comes up with this question because I really can’t tell him that I am not good because of him.
- Whats your age? Omg! Please spare me with this….I am still too young..
My theme is to write around everyday simple words.
Today, G is for GIRLS and GOALS…
Here is a brave story of those who are exemplary of absolute passion. The story of four GIRLS running a tea stall and selling rotis to make some money to follow their heart, their love for their favorite sport. Facing all odds and challenges of society, they are set to march ahead. They dream to play for the country and hit nonstop goals….. GO GIRLS!!!
Dooars XI is an all-girl football team. The club is run by Bhabani Munda, their coach. The irony is that these girls who aim to do don’t even own a football or a pair of shoes of their own but what they possess is power to inspire us to follow our dreams. KNOW MORE ABOUT THEM http://doright.in.
Our Beautiful and Brave Girls of Dooars XIare here to rock,
They have the zeal and the passion,
They have the strongest determination,
A tea stall they run to do something their heart wants,
And what it beats for, it desires to PLAY!
Not Cricket but FOOTBALL,
Yes! they have a club too,
Having no shoes of their own,
And with borrowed pairs of their brothers or others,
They make big GOALS,
Some play at National level as well,
But they earn in nothings,
Just a jersey, a tracksuit and some socks,
Anything for the Love of Sports and dream to play for country.
Lets #DoRight and Support them.
This HALF STORY is from KALCHINI, West Bengal in association with TATA CAPITAL and INDIBLOGGER