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Out of the Slums of Nurmahal

It’s easy to get excited telling people that you’re visiting an orphanage and are going to stay there a couple nights, not thinking too hard about what you may find. 613 more words

Travel

The Pogues - Thousands Are Sailing

A haunting ballad from one of the greatest bands of all time.

This song evokes the memories of all those who were failed by the authorities in Ireland, be those authorities colonial or Irish. 64 more words

Rebel Voice Music

Kisaan ki Byathaa

आसमान में बादल छाये, गुजर गया अब जेष्ठ, बैल हमारे बूढ़े हो गए, जोत रहे सब खेत,
धनियाँ कैसे बुआउँ धान, कैसे जोतुं खेत-2।

हाथ का कंगन,कान के बाली, 479 more words

Kisaan

Pradita Kapahi reblogged this on The Pradita Chronicles and commented:

We have all come across news pieces on how the farmers in our country are even now, even after all these technological advancements, strangely stuck in feudal times where they depend on rains, loans and Lords (in another shape) for their livelihoods. We read such pieces then turn the page. Some of us perhaps still ponder more about their fates. Some write about it, like this author who has written a beautiful, moving poem on how a farmer and his family are driven to death. If this doesn't move you, I don't know what will. Those who may not be able to understand Hindi, may kindly use Google Translator for their reading pleasure. But to please is not the point of this piece of poetry. It's to make us think why our farmers still languish in poverty even after the largest tax exemptions and lowest loan rates for farmers. Why is it that even though the Government has established institutions and yojnas for the farmers, they still resort to suicide? Why is it that agriculture, the so called largest employer of this country, is the least profitable? I am reading Godaan by Munshi Premchand these days, and strangely enough, the situation with farmers today doesn't seem much different from what it used to be back when this great work was written, i. e. the 1930's. Remember how in our Social Science and Geography textbooks India was always, always introduced as an 'Agrarian' country? The way our farmers seem to be dying or looking for other jobs, it seems those textbooks will have to be changed soon...

Fiction: ‘Through the Wall’

Last night I could hear them through the wall again. Our walls are very thin. You can hear everything, even when you don’t want to. The voices were angry and started yelling all those words that mum made me promise never to say. 1,054 more words

Fiction

It's Time to Do Something

As many of you know, I have been on several overseas mission trips. I’ve traveled to Hungary, Nicaragua, and most recently- Uganda. Today, I’ll be talking about the things I witnessed daily while on my short term mission trip in Uganda. 1,368 more words

Accepting revulsion 2: Life in the looney bin

Miscellaneous notes about accepting bad feelings.

One afternoon some years back, I hooked up with my bud Brian Williard at the Light Street McDonald’s.  We were there for maybe half an hour, and then set out eastbound on Baltimore Street towards the shelters where we stayed.  777 more words

Homelessness