Hey,
Long time no see...
Today, Manmeet and I (Ritika) are going to share this post together about the Olympics in Sochi. We are going say postive and negative things about it.
2014 Winter Olympics were held in Sochi in Russia from 7 to 23 February 2014 and was the 22 Olympic Winter Games. There were competing in 98 medal disciplines in 15 sports.
Positive:
- Many people follow the Olympics!
- Sportsmen get their chance to show their talent and win for their country.
- All paralympians are united by their life storiesof overcoming, that embody the Paralympic values - courage, equality,determination and inspiration.
-More than 1500 torchbearers and 4000 volunteerswill participate in the Torch Relay. The Torch Realy motto "Overcoming. Winning. Inspiring." was chosen for a good reason.Paralympians, in spite of everything, find the strength to overcome all the difficulties!
- The way the Paralympic flame will be lit in different regions will also differ and surprise as every torch lighting ceremony is unique-from rays of sun, from hammer and anvil, from the Russian stove and even from the volcano spark!
Country Gold Silver Bronze Total
1. Russia 13 11 9 33
2. Norway 11 5 10 26
3. Canada 10 10 5 25
-One more positive thing is that it's encouraging more and more Norwegians to participate in the Olympics.
Negative:
There have been controversies and concerns affecting the 2014 Winter Olympics. There are disputes with Circassians, who demand the events be cancelled or moved unless Russia apologises for the 19th-century deaths that the Circassians regard to be a genocide, environmental and economic issues, lack of political stability and governance and the safety and human rights of LGBT athletes and journalists, in light of Russia's "gay propaganda" laws, which have sparked Olympic-focussed protests.
-Forced evictions
The Russian government is resettling some 2,000 families to make way for Olympic venues and infrastructure. But not all of those evicted received fair compensation for their properties and in some cases, homeowners were forced out with no compensation at all. Many resettled residents lost a portion of their livelihoods because they depended on agriculture or income from seasonal rentals in their seaside homes.
- Migrant worker abuses
The transformation of Sochi from a small resort town to international Olympic host has been made possible by more than 70,000 workers, including tens of thousands of migrant workers from outside of Russia. Many of these migrant workers face exploitation – with employers failing to pay their wages, confiscating workers’ passports, and forcing them to toil up to 12 hours a day with only one day off each month – all in violation of Russian law.
- Press and civil society crackdown
Russia is one of the most dangerous countries in the world for independent journalists, who face threats, harassment, and lawsuits. As reported by CPJ, 56 Russian journalists have been murdered since 1992. Some journalists have been told that reporting on Olympics-related environmental concerns or evictions is taboo. In the past year Russian authorities have not only clamped down on the press by passing new laws on Internet content, they also targeted civil society with laws restricting public assemblies and nongovernmental organizations.
- Environmental destruction
Environmental experts warn that the construction of a new road and a high-speed railway has damaged Sochi’s Mzymta River and the fragile local ecosystem of the surrounding Sochi National Park. The dumping of illegal construction waste and the construction of power lines have resulted in landsides, causing homes to sink and partially collapse, threatening residents' health and safety. In one village, Olympic construction destroyed local drinking wells, leaving villagers with no reliable drinking water source for years.
- Anti-LGBT discrimination
On June 29, 2013, President Vladimir Putin signed into law a discriminatory bill banning the promotion of information about “non-traditional” sexuality. This law clearly violates the Olympic Charter, which states that “any form of discrimination… on grounds of race, religion, politics, gender or otherwise is incompatible with belonging to the Olympic Movement” (6th Fundamental Pinciple of Olympism) and that the IOC’s role is, among other duties, “to act against any form of discrimination affecting the Olympic Movement” (article 2-6).
The lead-up to the Games were affected by numerous controversies and concerns; primarily concerning workers engaged in Olympic construction; allegations of the illegal dumping of construction waste threatening residents' health and safety; evictions and displacement of residents to make way for Olympic venues; economic issues; and harassment of environmental and human rights activists and journalists who criticise Olympic preparations or the government's anti-LGBT policies;and disagrees with Circassian nationalists, who demanded that the events be cancelled or moved unless Russia apologises for the 19th-century deaths, which Circassians regard to be a genocide.
Immediatelly after the games during paraolympics Moscow court sentenced eight protestors to prison based on protests in anti-Putin rally in May 2012. On Monday when the games were over, as the judge announced the sentences, over a thousand people rallied by the court building and in vicinity of the Kremlin to support of the Bolotnaya prisoners. Over 600 of them have been delayed and are now crowded at police districts across Moscow.
Well, this is the facts! We know that many of our readers are from Russia, so please don't mind...
(Couldn't upload any pictures due to som technical problems).
-Ritika Jaswal and Manmeet Kaur
onsdag 26. februar 2014
lørdag 1. februar 2014
Laugh, Smile, Live and be ONE OF A KIND!
Hi,
Today's post is about, as the suggests about happiness.
Have you ever considered about what happiness actually is? or what gives you happiness?
Well, everybody has their definitions. Like wikipedia...
Happiness is a fuzzy concept and can mean many different things to many people. Part of the challenge of a science of happiness is to identify different concepts of happiness, and where applicable, split them into their components. Related concepts are well-being, quality of life and flourishing. Some commentators focus on the difference between the hedonistic tradition of seeking pleasant and avoiding unpleasant experiences, and the eudaimonic tradition of living life in a full and deeply satisfying way.[2]
The 2012 World Happiness Report[3] stated that in subjective well-being measures, the primary distinction is between cognitive life evaluations and emotional reports. (Emotional reports can be distinguished as of positive or negative affect. Many but not all commentators regard positive and negative affect as carrying different information, and needing to be separately measured and analyzed). Happiness is used in both life evaluation, as in “How happy are you with your life as a whole?”, and in emotional reports, as in “How happy are you now?,” and people seem able to use happiness as appropriate in these verbal contexts.
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Happiness#Definition
Don't you think that some definitions are without emotions?
Well, this week I learnt to be happy :) It's been a long time since I was really, really very happy. I don't know why, but I suddenly accepted that nothing is Perfect not even a "perfectly" made circle. I'm no longer scared to laugh out loud in the classroom, to be funny, to go.because I'm who I am. I have always been that kind of a girl who doesn't care about what others say. But, in the last few weeks I have forgotten myself. I felt like that because I have almost forgotten how to smile or laugh freely. I have found myself after a very long time so I'm very happy so therefore I want to Write about how to be yourself! How to be one of a kind :) First to be happy you have to be confident about that you are one of a kind!
There's no person who is exactly identical to you. You can have a look alike. You won't see any other you go walking around. We all have out own features who will set us apart from the next person. Are your eyes blue? Brown? Hazel? Green? Maybe both? What about your hair? Is it straight? Curly? wavy? Remember it's not all about looks. Perhaps, you are very patient? or you can crack a joke like no one else. Maybe, you are a good listener, And you always have the right Words to Cheer somebody up.
The gift of uniqueness! That was given to us from birth. Sometimes, we forget that the very thing that makes us unique is right in front of Our face. Literally!
Remind yourself that you are unique
Every morning when you Wake up I want to look in the Mirror...even the imperfections you think you have...I want you to remind yourself that People near you like Family and friends think that you're beautiful as you are! And doesn't see that as an imperfection but perfection. So, whenever you think that you are alone or you don't feel that you belong...It's nothing wrong With that, because it's so many just like you who are just trying to figure it out too. Remember it's all about part of the Journey.
Having a good self-esteem is like having good muscle. You have to work out on a daily basis to maintain it, right? Well, the same goes With the self-confidence. You have to remind yourself that you are beautiful! Keep exercising that in your head. It may not happen overnight, but you are going to feel your confidence grow stronger and stronger each passing day. Just like the physical exercise does good to the body. Mental exercising will strengthen your mind. And we all know a strong mind can do just about anything.
Find your talent! Everyone has a talent! You don't have to be a gold medalist to know that you're talented. Talent means to have the ability that allows you to do something well. And that can be anything!
If you want to be perfect be a robot! If you want to be one of a kind just be you! because no one else can do it better!
- Michelle Phan
Well, being one of a kind is really an awesome feeling. It's like cycling very fast, feeling the air, swimming like a mermaid or dancing like no one is watching.
When I'm myself the small little things don't affect me...I don't know why but it is like that.
Maybe what I wrote makes one feel that when you are yourself you are perfect! It's not like that at all! It's just that you have found yourself and accepted your flaws and imperfections. Sometimes you have to pay a price to be yourself. People will maybe criticize you or point out your flaws, believe me it will happen, but it's just because they think that they are perfect, but nobody is perfect or because they are jealous to see you being yourself so fearlessly. I just want to say that no matter what people say a part of being one of a kind is to learn to answer people who will point out your flaws. If you like someone's quality then try to learn it, but don't be someone else just because you like that one quality!
Be yourself...be one of a kind!
-Ritika Jaswal
Today's post is about, as the suggests about happiness.
Have you ever considered about what happiness actually is? or what gives you happiness?
Well, everybody has their definitions. Like wikipedia...
Happiness is a fuzzy concept and can mean many different things to many people. Part of the challenge of a science of happiness is to identify different concepts of happiness, and where applicable, split them into their components. Related concepts are well-being, quality of life and flourishing. Some commentators focus on the difference between the hedonistic tradition of seeking pleasant and avoiding unpleasant experiences, and the eudaimonic tradition of living life in a full and deeply satisfying way.[2]
The 2012 World Happiness Report[3] stated that in subjective well-being measures, the primary distinction is between cognitive life evaluations and emotional reports. (Emotional reports can be distinguished as of positive or negative affect. Many but not all commentators regard positive and negative affect as carrying different information, and needing to be separately measured and analyzed). Happiness is used in both life evaluation, as in “How happy are you with your life as a whole?”, and in emotional reports, as in “How happy are you now?,” and people seem able to use happiness as appropriate in these verbal contexts.
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Happiness#Definition
Don't you think that some definitions are without emotions?
Well, this week I learnt to be happy :) It's been a long time since I was really, really very happy. I don't know why, but I suddenly accepted that nothing is Perfect not even a "perfectly" made circle. I'm no longer scared to laugh out loud in the classroom, to be funny, to go.because I'm who I am. I have always been that kind of a girl who doesn't care about what others say. But, in the last few weeks I have forgotten myself. I felt like that because I have almost forgotten how to smile or laugh freely. I have found myself after a very long time so I'm very happy so therefore I want to Write about how to be yourself! How to be one of a kind :) First to be happy you have to be confident about that you are one of a kind!
There's no person who is exactly identical to you. You can have a look alike. You won't see any other you go walking around. We all have out own features who will set us apart from the next person. Are your eyes blue? Brown? Hazel? Green? Maybe both? What about your hair? Is it straight? Curly? wavy? Remember it's not all about looks. Perhaps, you are very patient? or you can crack a joke like no one else. Maybe, you are a good listener, And you always have the right Words to Cheer somebody up.
The gift of uniqueness! That was given to us from birth. Sometimes, we forget that the very thing that makes us unique is right in front of Our face. Literally!
Remind yourself that you are unique
Every morning when you Wake up I want to look in the Mirror...even the imperfections you think you have...I want you to remind yourself that People near you like Family and friends think that you're beautiful as you are! And doesn't see that as an imperfection but perfection. So, whenever you think that you are alone or you don't feel that you belong...It's nothing wrong With that, because it's so many just like you who are just trying to figure it out too. Remember it's all about part of the Journey.
Having a good self-esteem is like having good muscle. You have to work out on a daily basis to maintain it, right? Well, the same goes With the self-confidence. You have to remind yourself that you are beautiful! Keep exercising that in your head. It may not happen overnight, but you are going to feel your confidence grow stronger and stronger each passing day. Just like the physical exercise does good to the body. Mental exercising will strengthen your mind. And we all know a strong mind can do just about anything.
Find your talent! Everyone has a talent! You don't have to be a gold medalist to know that you're talented. Talent means to have the ability that allows you to do something well. And that can be anything!
If you want to be perfect be a robot! If you want to be one of a kind just be you! because no one else can do it better!
- Michelle Phan
Well, being one of a kind is really an awesome feeling. It's like cycling very fast, feeling the air, swimming like a mermaid or dancing like no one is watching.
When I'm myself the small little things don't affect me...I don't know why but it is like that.
Maybe what I wrote makes one feel that when you are yourself you are perfect! It's not like that at all! It's just that you have found yourself and accepted your flaws and imperfections. Sometimes you have to pay a price to be yourself. People will maybe criticize you or point out your flaws, believe me it will happen, but it's just because they think that they are perfect, but nobody is perfect or because they are jealous to see you being yourself so fearlessly. I just want to say that no matter what people say a part of being one of a kind is to learn to answer people who will point out your flaws. If you like someone's quality then try to learn it, but don't be someone else just because you like that one quality!
-Ritika Jaswal
onsdag 22. januar 2014
How much should we share on the internet?
Hey,
I'm now going to talk about how much we should share on the net.
Everyone has difference views about sharing for example pics on the internet,
but I think that it should be limited. What I mean is like sharing a pic of someone feeding her baby. It's nothing wrong about it. What is wrong is that the pic can be misused, and people can edit the photo. One more thing can be that the baby wouldn't like it when he/she becomes a teenage. The photo will always be there! So, please think about it twice and then upload photots.
The photos can affect the people around the world for example a selfie. I mean ten years ago nobody knew what selfie means! This is a word which belongs to the new generation.
I get frustrated when I open my facebook and see "Name Surname is feeling sad". I mean I'm not being judgemental, but one should know that one shouldn't do that, because when you spread negative viberation the person who recieve it gets ten times worse feeling. I share my feelings too, but it's always "blessed","happy" and "excited", so that when I publish it people will get a good feeling. One should always think how others will react to it.
I think that people should take the age limit more seriously. It's always a reason behind everything. Most of the social networks have age limit 13, but still kids create a facebook account while knowing the truth. It's for their security! But, even grown-ups can share pictures which can be criticized.
I don't really want to be judgemental, but sharing naked pictures...
Look, as I said before I don't want to be judgemental, but for spreading awareness, i just have to say this. That person is proud of her body. I get it! But, that person doesn't need to share it with the whole world. That person will never get anything else, but hate Messages/comments. Everything has a limit.
On facebook, and twitter can share, what I call, "dangerous information". "Sharing dangerous information" means to share private information, such as: Where you live. What school you go to. Where you are right now. The type of information can be dangerous if you share it with strangers, because strangers can abuse the information. On facebook you can choose what information you want to share with the people. there are three options, and you can choose who to share the information; "public", "friends" or "friends of friends". it is a very big advantage for those who want to be social, and safe.
My conclusion is that it is good to socialize and have friends around the world, but we never know who's the behind computer screens, so you should think about what they should publish and what not to publish. We should practice netiquette rules more often, and we should spread awareness among family, friends and acquaintances for a safer and better online community. Now that you know what the consequences may be, if you do not follow the netiquette rules can the you teach those who are not familiar with them or those who have forgotten these rules.
-Ritika Jaswal
Hello!
Like Ritika said, I'm going to talk about how much we should share on the net.
Like everyone can share eyerything they want, but we have to be carefull with that. If some girls or boys are posting like a naked photo on instagram, snapchat or facebook the person is going to get many jugmt, and many will take "screenshot" and send it to others. But in mine opinion it's better to share pictures of your self (not naked or enything like that) that is nice to look at for other people.
On snapschat many takes pictures of other, but they not know that. When that person are taiking that pic, I probobly think that they are sending to their friends but not to others or to the people they know. I don't have much to say, because Ritika have already said what I wanted to say...
-Manmeet Sond
I'm now going to talk about how much we should share on the net.
Everyone has difference views about sharing for example pics on the internet,
but I think that it should be limited. What I mean is like sharing a pic of someone feeding her baby. It's nothing wrong about it. What is wrong is that the pic can be misused, and people can edit the photo. One more thing can be that the baby wouldn't like it when he/she becomes a teenage. The photo will always be there! So, please think about it twice and then upload photots.
The photos can affect the people around the world for example a selfie. I mean ten years ago nobody knew what selfie means! This is a word which belongs to the new generation.
I get frustrated when I open my facebook and see "Name Surname is feeling sad". I mean I'm not being judgemental, but one should know that one shouldn't do that, because when you spread negative viberation the person who recieve it gets ten times worse feeling. I share my feelings too, but it's always "blessed","happy" and "excited", so that when I publish it people will get a good feeling. One should always think how others will react to it.
I think that people should take the age limit more seriously. It's always a reason behind everything. Most of the social networks have age limit 13, but still kids create a facebook account while knowing the truth. It's for their security! But, even grown-ups can share pictures which can be criticized.
I don't really want to be judgemental, but sharing naked pictures...
Look, as I said before I don't want to be judgemental, but for spreading awareness, i just have to say this. That person is proud of her body. I get it! But, that person doesn't need to share it with the whole world. That person will never get anything else, but hate Messages/comments. Everything has a limit.
On facebook, and twitter can share, what I call, "dangerous information". "Sharing dangerous information" means to share private information, such as: Where you live. What school you go to. Where you are right now. The type of information can be dangerous if you share it with strangers, because strangers can abuse the information. On facebook you can choose what information you want to share with the people. there are three options, and you can choose who to share the information; "public", "friends" or "friends of friends". it is a very big advantage for those who want to be social, and safe.
My conclusion is that it is good to socialize and have friends around the world, but we never know who's the behind computer screens, so you should think about what they should publish and what not to publish. We should practice netiquette rules more often, and we should spread awareness among family, friends and acquaintances for a safer and better online community. Now that you know what the consequences may be, if you do not follow the netiquette rules can the you teach those who are not familiar with them or those who have forgotten these rules.
-Ritika Jaswal
Hello!
Like Ritika said, I'm going to talk about how much we should share on the net.
Like everyone can share eyerything they want, but we have to be carefull with that. If some girls or boys are posting like a naked photo on instagram, snapchat or facebook the person is going to get many jugmt, and many will take "screenshot" and send it to others. But in mine opinion it's better to share pictures of your self (not naked or enything like that) that is nice to look at for other people.
On snapschat many takes pictures of other, but they not know that. When that person are taiking that pic, I probobly think that they are sending to their friends but not to others or to the people they know. I don't have much to say, because Ritika have already said what I wanted to say...
-Manmeet Sond
lørdag 18. januar 2014
Dance, dance and dance!
Hey everyone!
As you know I love dancing! Dance is my passion. I can't live without dance, but for the last weeks I didn't get the chance to dance for myself. I become restless if I don't get time to dance. Dance isn't something I HAVE TO DO, but my NEED. So, what happened is that I haven't danced since my cousin's wedding. I became a little bit depressed, but thanks to my friend, she invited me to her aunt's "Ladies Sangeet". Ladies Sangeet ceremony as the name suggests is all about dance and music. It is one of the most enjoyable ceremonies before the wedding and is exclusively for women. She also said that she wants me to dance with her and her friends, and I said yes for some obvious reasons. She also told me that the dance perfomance was a surprise for her aunt so nobody is supposed to say it to her aunt.
We practised in my house in 6 hrs. I finished my homework on Saturday so it wasn't a problem for me to practise on Sunday. But, we weren't finished with the rehersal. We had 9 songs to dance on, and we had only learned 5 out of 9 songs, so we decided to have the rehersal on Tuesday at my friend's place. The funniest part is that her mother kept her aunt away from her house, so she gave her extra work in their shop. We had the rehersal in her house for 4-5 hrs, but we had only 1 song to work on now. I told them that I couldn't come for the 3rd rehersal, because I had some essays. Thursday night, I was awake till 12 pm. I wrote my essays till 9 pm, and from 9 till 12 pm I danced and tried to remember all the 9 songs. Friday was the day of Ladies Sangeet. I danced from the bottom of heart, and I got many compliments. And the most important thing, my friend's aunt loved our performance, and she was quite surprised.
So, today is Saturday and I feel much better after dancing yesterday.
I really want to watch a movie called "Cool kids don't cry". It's a Strong, Norwegian movie about soccer girl Anja who become seriously ill and admitted to the hospital.
Anja is a lively and tough girl who loves soccer. Classmate Jonas does not like girls playing soccer and especially when they're as good as Anja . Jonas tries to make life miserable for Anja and her friends , but she thinks he is stupid and being silly over teasing his without understanding that Jonas really love her. Then Anja seriously ill. She refuses to be crack while making plans for the football team, coach school tournament and attending school camps . Anja also detects that it tingles a little extra in the stomach and Jonas is so stupid that she really thought. Gradually Anja too ill to participate in the soccer tournament, but then Jonas had a very special surprise in store for her.
The movie got 5 out of 5 from the Norwegian newspapers.
"Cool Kids don't cry" is based on the Dutch book and movie success Achtste - Groep Huila niet . The book is written by writer Jacques Vriens and is based on a true story.
What is cancer? Cancer is known medically as a malignant neoplasm, is a broad group of diseases involving unregulated cell growth. In cancer, cells divide and grow uncontrollably, forming malignant tumors, and invading nearby parts of the body. The cancer may also spread to more distant parts of the body through the lymphatic system or bloodstream. Not all tumors are cancerous; benign tumors do not invade neighboring tissues and do not spread throughout the body. There are over 200 different known cancers that affect humans.
Cancer can be detected in a number of ways, including the presence of certain signs and symptoms, screening tests, or medical imaging. Once a possible cancer is detected it is diagnosed by microscopic examination of a tissue sample. Cancer is usually treated with chemotherapy, radiation therapy and surgery. The chances of surviving the disease vary greatly by the type and location of the cancer and the extent of disease at the start of treatment. While cancer can affect people of all ages, and a few types of cancer are more common in children, the risk of developing cancer generally increases with age. In 2007, cancer caused about 13% of all human deaths worldwide (7.9 million). Rates are rising as more people live to an old age and as mass lifestyle changes occur in the developing world.
I want to watch the movie, because it's about how one can forget all the sorrows and live the life to its fullest! We have something to learn from this movie.
Dear cancer,
if you ever kill someone, then I will come and kill you!!
"Dance to the tunes of life"
-Ritika Jaswal
As you know I love dancing! Dance is my passion. I can't live without dance, but for the last weeks I didn't get the chance to dance for myself. I become restless if I don't get time to dance. Dance isn't something I HAVE TO DO, but my NEED. So, what happened is that I haven't danced since my cousin's wedding. I became a little bit depressed, but thanks to my friend, she invited me to her aunt's "Ladies Sangeet". Ladies Sangeet ceremony as the name suggests is all about dance and music. It is one of the most enjoyable ceremonies before the wedding and is exclusively for women. She also said that she wants me to dance with her and her friends, and I said yes for some obvious reasons. She also told me that the dance perfomance was a surprise for her aunt so nobody is supposed to say it to her aunt.
We practised in my house in 6 hrs. I finished my homework on Saturday so it wasn't a problem for me to practise on Sunday. But, we weren't finished with the rehersal. We had 9 songs to dance on, and we had only learned 5 out of 9 songs, so we decided to have the rehersal on Tuesday at my friend's place. The funniest part is that her mother kept her aunt away from her house, so she gave her extra work in their shop. We had the rehersal in her house for 4-5 hrs, but we had only 1 song to work on now. I told them that I couldn't come for the 3rd rehersal, because I had some essays. Thursday night, I was awake till 12 pm. I wrote my essays till 9 pm, and from 9 till 12 pm I danced and tried to remember all the 9 songs. Friday was the day of Ladies Sangeet. I danced from the bottom of heart, and I got many compliments. And the most important thing, my friend's aunt loved our performance, and she was quite surprised.
So, today is Saturday and I feel much better after dancing yesterday.
I really want to watch a movie called "Cool kids don't cry". It's a Strong, Norwegian movie about soccer girl Anja who become seriously ill and admitted to the hospital.
Anja is a lively and tough girl who loves soccer. Classmate Jonas does not like girls playing soccer and especially when they're as good as Anja . Jonas tries to make life miserable for Anja and her friends , but she thinks he is stupid and being silly over teasing his without understanding that Jonas really love her. Then Anja seriously ill. She refuses to be crack while making plans for the football team, coach school tournament and attending school camps . Anja also detects that it tingles a little extra in the stomach and Jonas is so stupid that she really thought. Gradually Anja too ill to participate in the soccer tournament, but then Jonas had a very special surprise in store for her.
The movie got 5 out of 5 from the Norwegian newspapers.
"Cool Kids don't cry" is based on the Dutch book and movie success Achtste - Groep Huila niet . The book is written by writer Jacques Vriens and is based on a true story.
What is cancer? Cancer is known medically as a malignant neoplasm, is a broad group of diseases involving unregulated cell growth. In cancer, cells divide and grow uncontrollably, forming malignant tumors, and invading nearby parts of the body. The cancer may also spread to more distant parts of the body through the lymphatic system or bloodstream. Not all tumors are cancerous; benign tumors do not invade neighboring tissues and do not spread throughout the body. There are over 200 different known cancers that affect humans.
Cancer can be detected in a number of ways, including the presence of certain signs and symptoms, screening tests, or medical imaging. Once a possible cancer is detected it is diagnosed by microscopic examination of a tissue sample. Cancer is usually treated with chemotherapy, radiation therapy and surgery. The chances of surviving the disease vary greatly by the type and location of the cancer and the extent of disease at the start of treatment. While cancer can affect people of all ages, and a few types of cancer are more common in children, the risk of developing cancer generally increases with age. In 2007, cancer caused about 13% of all human deaths worldwide (7.9 million). Rates are rising as more people live to an old age and as mass lifestyle changes occur in the developing world.
I want to watch the movie, because it's about how one can forget all the sorrows and live the life to its fullest! We have something to learn from this movie.
Dear cancer,
if you ever kill someone, then I will come and kill you!!
"Dance to the tunes of life"
-Ritika Jaswal
lørdag 11. januar 2014
Ghost stories!
Hey,
I found some really scary ghost stories!!
Black Aggie
When Felix Agnus put up the life-sized shrouded bronze statue of a grieving angel, seated on a pedestal, in the Agnus family plot in the Druid Ridge Cemetery, he had no idea what he had started. The statue was a rather eerie figure by day, frozen in a moment of grief and terrible pain. At night, the figure was almost unbelievably creepy; the shroud over its head obscuring the face until you were up close to it. There was a living air about the grieving angel, as if its arms could really reach out and grab you if you weren't careful.
It didn't take long for rumors to sweep through the town and surrounding countryside. They said that the statue - nicknamed Black Aggie - was haunted by the spirit of a mistreated wife who lay beneath her feet. The statue's eyes would glow red at the stroke of midnight, and any living person who returned the statues gaze would instantly be struck blind. Any pregnant woman who passed through her shadow would miscarry. If you sat on her lap at night, the statue would come to life and crush you to death in her dark embrace. If you spoke Black Aggie's name three times at midnight in front of a dark mirror, the evil angel would appear and pull you down to hell. They also said that spirits of the dead would rise from their graves on dark nights to gather around the statue at night.
People began visiting the cemetery just to see the statue, and it was then that the local fraternity decided to make the statue of Grief part of their initiation rites. "Black Aggie" sitting, where candidates for membership had to spend the night crouched beneath the statue with their backs to the grave of General Agnus, became popular.
One dark night, two fraternity members accompanied new hopeful to the cemetery and watched while he took his place underneath the creepy statue. The clouds had obscured the moon that night, and the whole area surrounding the dark statue was filled with a sense of anger and malice. It felt as if a storm were brewing in that part of the cemetery, and to their chagrin, the two fraternity members noticed that gray shadows seemed to be clustering around the body of the frightened fraternity candidate crouching in front of the statue.
What had been a funny initiation rite suddenly took on an air of danger. One of the fraternity brothers stepped forward in alarm to call out to the initiate. As he did, the statue above the boy stirred ominously. The two fraternity brothers froze in shock as the shrouded head turned toward the new candidate. They saw the gleam of glowing red eyes beneath the concealing hood as the statue's arms reached out toward the cowering boy.
With shouts of alarm, the fraternity brothers leapt forward to rescue the new initiate. But it was too late. The initiate gave one horrified yell, and then his body disappeared into the embrace of the dark angel. The fraternity brothers skidded to a halt as the statue thoughtfully rested its glowing eyes upon them. With gasps of terror, the boys fled from the cemetery before the statue could grab them too.
Hearing the screams, a night watchman hurried to the Agnus plot. To his chagrin, he discovered the body of a young man lying at the foot of the statue. The young man had apparently died of fright.
The disruption caused by the statue grew so acute that the Agnus family finally donated it to the Smithsonian museum in Washington D.C.. The grieving angel sat for many years in storage there, never again to plague the citizens visiting the Druid Hill Park Cemetery.
Wasn't it scary? Do u want something scarier?
Axe Murder Hollow
Susan and Ned were driving through a wooded empty section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the torrential downpour.
“We’d better stop,” said Susan.
Ned nodded his head in agreement. He stepped on the brake, and suddenly the car started to slide on the slick pavement. They plunged off the road and slid to a halt at the bottom of an incline.
Pale and shaking, Ned quickly turned to check if Susan was all right. When she nodded, Ned relaxed and looked through the rain soaked windows.
“I’m going to see how bad it is,” he told Susan, and when out into the storm. She saw his blurry figure in the headlight, walking around the front of the car. A moment later, he jumped in beside her, soaking wet.
“The car’s not badly damaged, but we’re wheel-deep in mud,” he said. “I’m going to have to go for help.”
Susan swallowed nervously. There would be no quick rescue here. He told her to turn off the headlights and lock the doors until he returned.
Axe Murder Hollow. Although Ned hadn’t said the name aloud, they both knew what he had been thinking when he told her to lock the car. This was the place where a man had once taken an axe and hacked his wife to death in a jealous rage over an alleged affair. Supposedly, the axe-wielding spirit of the husband continued to haunt this section of the road.
Outside the car, Susan heard a shriek, a loud thump, and a strange gurgling noise. But she couldn’t see anything in the darkness.
Frightened, she shrank down into her seat. She sat in silence for a while, and then she noticed another sound. Bump. Bump. Bump. It was a soft sound, like something being blown by the wind.
Suddenly, the car was illuminated by a bright light. An official sounding voice told her to get out of the car. Ned must have found a police officer. Susan unlocked the door and stepped out of the car. As her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she saw it.
Hanging by his feet from the tree next to the car was the dead body of Ned. His bloody throat had been cut so deeply that he was nearly decapitated. The wind swung his corpse back and forth so that it thumped against the tree. Bump. Bump. Bump.
Susan screamed and ran toward the voice and the light. As she drew close, she realized the light was not coming from a flashlight. Standing there was the glowing figure of a man with a smile on his face and a large, solid, and definitely real axe in his hands. She backed away from the glowing figure until she bumped into the car.
“Playing around when my back was turned,” the ghost whispered, stroking the sharp blade of the axe with his fingers. “You’ve been very naughty.”
The last thing she saw was the glint of the axe blade in the eerie, incandescent light.
So, my brave readers! Do you still want more? Here comes the last one!
Black Magic
Mad Henry was a hermit who lived alone in a decrepit mansion at the edge of town. Rumors were rife about the wild-eyed man. Some folks said that he was a magician who called upon the powers of darkness to wreck havoc upon his neighbors. Others called him a mad doctor who could restore life to foul corpses from the local cemetery. No respectable citizen in town had anything to do with Mad Henry
Then one year a new family moved to town with a lovely daughter, Rachel, who caught Mad Henry’s eye. He showered the maiden with gifts—goblets of pure gold, necklaces of pearl, and a pot of daisies that never dropped a single petal. Despite the gifts, Rachael fell in love with another, Geoffrey, a handsome young man just home from university. A week after meeting they eloped, leaving behind a stunned Mad Henry.
When Rachael and Geoffrey returned from the elopement, they threw a big ball and invited everyone in town. While Rachel was waltzing with her father, she heard a clap of thunder. Lightning flashed again and again. Suddenly, the double doors blew open and a breeze whirled in, bringing with it the smell of dead, decaying things. Mad Henry loomed in the doorway, pupils gleaming red with anger. He was followed by the grotesque figures of the dead, who came marching two by two into the room. Their eye sockets glowed with blue fire as they surrounded the room.
Two of the corpses captured Geoffrey and threw him down at the feet of their lord. Red eyes gleaming, Mad Henry drew a silver-bladed knife and casually cut the bridegroom’s throat from ear to ear. Rachel screamed and ran forward, pushing through the foul, stinking corpses of the dead, and flung herself upon her dying husband.
“Kill us both,” she cried desperately.
But Mad Henry plucked the lass out of the pool of blood surrounding her dead husband and carried her out into the thundering night. Behind him, the army of the dead turned from the grizzly scene and followed their master. The sounds of thunder and lightning faded away as the alchemist and his dead companions disappeared into the dark night.
Geoffrey’s father and Rachael’s father gathered a small mob and followed the evil hermit, intent upon saving Rachel. When they searched Mad Henry’s house, they found it completely empty save for a light, which shone from a series of mysterious globes that bobbed near the ceiling of each room. Mad Henry had vanished.
Search parties scoured the countryside for days, but turned up nothing. Geoffrey was buried in the local cemetery, and the dance hall was torn down. No one in town spoke about what had happened, and no one dared imagine what had become of poor Rachel.
A year to the day after the ball, a timid knock sounded upon the door of Rachael’s parents’ home. When her father opened it, he saw a gaunt, gray figure on the stoop. Her eyes were dull with exhaustion and pain. It was Rachel! Her tongue had been cut out so she couldn’t speak. But when she produced a knife from her tattered garments—the knife with a silver blade that they had last seen in the hands of Mad Henry— the gleam of satisfaction in Rachel’s eyes told them that the streaks of blood that coated the knife were those of Mad Henry. That night, Rachel died in her sleep with a peaceful smile upon her ravaged face.
Sleep well, my readers! Hahahahaha!
-Ritika Jaswal
I found some really scary ghost stories!!
Black Aggie
When Felix Agnus put up the life-sized shrouded bronze statue of a grieving angel, seated on a pedestal, in the Agnus family plot in the Druid Ridge Cemetery, he had no idea what he had started. The statue was a rather eerie figure by day, frozen in a moment of grief and terrible pain. At night, the figure was almost unbelievably creepy; the shroud over its head obscuring the face until you were up close to it. There was a living air about the grieving angel, as if its arms could really reach out and grab you if you weren't careful.
It didn't take long for rumors to sweep through the town and surrounding countryside. They said that the statue - nicknamed Black Aggie - was haunted by the spirit of a mistreated wife who lay beneath her feet. The statue's eyes would glow red at the stroke of midnight, and any living person who returned the statues gaze would instantly be struck blind. Any pregnant woman who passed through her shadow would miscarry. If you sat on her lap at night, the statue would come to life and crush you to death in her dark embrace. If you spoke Black Aggie's name three times at midnight in front of a dark mirror, the evil angel would appear and pull you down to hell. They also said that spirits of the dead would rise from their graves on dark nights to gather around the statue at night.
People began visiting the cemetery just to see the statue, and it was then that the local fraternity decided to make the statue of Grief part of their initiation rites. "Black Aggie" sitting, where candidates for membership had to spend the night crouched beneath the statue with their backs to the grave of General Agnus, became popular.
One dark night, two fraternity members accompanied new hopeful to the cemetery and watched while he took his place underneath the creepy statue. The clouds had obscured the moon that night, and the whole area surrounding the dark statue was filled with a sense of anger and malice. It felt as if a storm were brewing in that part of the cemetery, and to their chagrin, the two fraternity members noticed that gray shadows seemed to be clustering around the body of the frightened fraternity candidate crouching in front of the statue.
What had been a funny initiation rite suddenly took on an air of danger. One of the fraternity brothers stepped forward in alarm to call out to the initiate. As he did, the statue above the boy stirred ominously. The two fraternity brothers froze in shock as the shrouded head turned toward the new candidate. They saw the gleam of glowing red eyes beneath the concealing hood as the statue's arms reached out toward the cowering boy.
With shouts of alarm, the fraternity brothers leapt forward to rescue the new initiate. But it was too late. The initiate gave one horrified yell, and then his body disappeared into the embrace of the dark angel. The fraternity brothers skidded to a halt as the statue thoughtfully rested its glowing eyes upon them. With gasps of terror, the boys fled from the cemetery before the statue could grab them too.
Hearing the screams, a night watchman hurried to the Agnus plot. To his chagrin, he discovered the body of a young man lying at the foot of the statue. The young man had apparently died of fright.
The disruption caused by the statue grew so acute that the Agnus family finally donated it to the Smithsonian museum in Washington D.C.. The grieving angel sat for many years in storage there, never again to plague the citizens visiting the Druid Hill Park Cemetery.
Wasn't it scary? Do u want something scarier?
Axe Murder Hollow
Susan and Ned were driving through a wooded empty section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the torrential downpour.
“We’d better stop,” said Susan.
Ned nodded his head in agreement. He stepped on the brake, and suddenly the car started to slide on the slick pavement. They plunged off the road and slid to a halt at the bottom of an incline.
Pale and shaking, Ned quickly turned to check if Susan was all right. When she nodded, Ned relaxed and looked through the rain soaked windows.
“I’m going to see how bad it is,” he told Susan, and when out into the storm. She saw his blurry figure in the headlight, walking around the front of the car. A moment later, he jumped in beside her, soaking wet.
“The car’s not badly damaged, but we’re wheel-deep in mud,” he said. “I’m going to have to go for help.”
Susan swallowed nervously. There would be no quick rescue here. He told her to turn off the headlights and lock the doors until he returned.
Axe Murder Hollow. Although Ned hadn’t said the name aloud, they both knew what he had been thinking when he told her to lock the car. This was the place where a man had once taken an axe and hacked his wife to death in a jealous rage over an alleged affair. Supposedly, the axe-wielding spirit of the husband continued to haunt this section of the road.
Outside the car, Susan heard a shriek, a loud thump, and a strange gurgling noise. But she couldn’t see anything in the darkness.
Frightened, she shrank down into her seat. She sat in silence for a while, and then she noticed another sound. Bump. Bump. Bump. It was a soft sound, like something being blown by the wind.
Suddenly, the car was illuminated by a bright light. An official sounding voice told her to get out of the car. Ned must have found a police officer. Susan unlocked the door and stepped out of the car. As her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she saw it.
Hanging by his feet from the tree next to the car was the dead body of Ned. His bloody throat had been cut so deeply that he was nearly decapitated. The wind swung his corpse back and forth so that it thumped against the tree. Bump. Bump. Bump.
Susan screamed and ran toward the voice and the light. As she drew close, she realized the light was not coming from a flashlight. Standing there was the glowing figure of a man with a smile on his face and a large, solid, and definitely real axe in his hands. She backed away from the glowing figure until she bumped into the car.
“Playing around when my back was turned,” the ghost whispered, stroking the sharp blade of the axe with his fingers. “You’ve been very naughty.”
The last thing she saw was the glint of the axe blade in the eerie, incandescent light.
So, my brave readers! Do you still want more? Here comes the last one!
Black Magic
Mad Henry was a hermit who lived alone in a decrepit mansion at the edge of town. Rumors were rife about the wild-eyed man. Some folks said that he was a magician who called upon the powers of darkness to wreck havoc upon his neighbors. Others called him a mad doctor who could restore life to foul corpses from the local cemetery. No respectable citizen in town had anything to do with Mad Henry
Then one year a new family moved to town with a lovely daughter, Rachel, who caught Mad Henry’s eye. He showered the maiden with gifts—goblets of pure gold, necklaces of pearl, and a pot of daisies that never dropped a single petal. Despite the gifts, Rachael fell in love with another, Geoffrey, a handsome young man just home from university. A week after meeting they eloped, leaving behind a stunned Mad Henry.
When Rachael and Geoffrey returned from the elopement, they threw a big ball and invited everyone in town. While Rachel was waltzing with her father, she heard a clap of thunder. Lightning flashed again and again. Suddenly, the double doors blew open and a breeze whirled in, bringing with it the smell of dead, decaying things. Mad Henry loomed in the doorway, pupils gleaming red with anger. He was followed by the grotesque figures of the dead, who came marching two by two into the room. Their eye sockets glowed with blue fire as they surrounded the room.
Two of the corpses captured Geoffrey and threw him down at the feet of their lord. Red eyes gleaming, Mad Henry drew a silver-bladed knife and casually cut the bridegroom’s throat from ear to ear. Rachel screamed and ran forward, pushing through the foul, stinking corpses of the dead, and flung herself upon her dying husband.
“Kill us both,” she cried desperately.
But Mad Henry plucked the lass out of the pool of blood surrounding her dead husband and carried her out into the thundering night. Behind him, the army of the dead turned from the grizzly scene and followed their master. The sounds of thunder and lightning faded away as the alchemist and his dead companions disappeared into the dark night.
Geoffrey’s father and Rachael’s father gathered a small mob and followed the evil hermit, intent upon saving Rachel. When they searched Mad Henry’s house, they found it completely empty save for a light, which shone from a series of mysterious globes that bobbed near the ceiling of each room. Mad Henry had vanished.
Search parties scoured the countryside for days, but turned up nothing. Geoffrey was buried in the local cemetery, and the dance hall was torn down. No one in town spoke about what had happened, and no one dared imagine what had become of poor Rachel.
A year to the day after the ball, a timid knock sounded upon the door of Rachael’s parents’ home. When her father opened it, he saw a gaunt, gray figure on the stoop. Her eyes were dull with exhaustion and pain. It was Rachel! Her tongue had been cut out so she couldn’t speak. But when she produced a knife from her tattered garments—the knife with a silver blade that they had last seen in the hands of Mad Henry— the gleam of satisfaction in Rachel’s eyes told them that the streaks of blood that coated the knife were those of Mad Henry. That night, Rachel died in her sleep with a peaceful smile upon her ravaged face.
Sleep well, my readers! Hahahahaha!
-Ritika Jaswal
fredag 10. januar 2014
"It's wedding time" - Ritika Jaswal
Hey everyone :)
I'm sorry I couldn't blog for a while, and the reason behind it is that I was in India. I know that you missed me...
I had a great time there! I was there to attend my cousin's wedding.
We had only three days to buy our clothes for the wedding when we came to India. We had to travel from Delhi to Chandigarh and it used 6 hrs to arrive in Chandigarh by car. Chandigarh is a beautiful place made by French architects and is known internationally for its architecture and urban design. The day started with breakfast, and then nobody got time to feel hungry untill the night. But, thankful to the salesmen in the shops ask you what you want to drink or eat (that only happens in well reputed shops). The first three days were spent in the big showrooms.
The next day, we were off to Ludhiana (where the wedding was about to take place). Ludhiana is located 100 km west from state capital Chandigarh. I met my family there.It felt nice to be with my family again. I met some of my family members I never met. All the youngsters in the family made one group...I was in the that group. We had discussions about, philosophy, God and universe, and many other things. The wedding process started with a "Cocktail-party".Music,Cocktails,Dance and dinner to celebrate the forthcoming wedding of my cousin. It was an open place, but our dinner was inside the Palace. When we entered the open place, then I felt like I was in a labyrint, because of the beautiful decoration. In the middle of the place it was a bar, and behind the bar it was a dancefloor with an amazing DJ. We danced "freestyle" all night. It were stalls there
where you could find any type of snaks or drinks. From Kashmiri tea to the crispy chickens...Yum Yum!
And if you didn't want to stand up from Your seat! No proplem! The waiters did go around those who didn't want to move from his/her place. They served all type of Food from around the world. Delicious! The party ended 05.00 am.
The other day, We all were exhausted and most of us didn't wake up before 1.00 pm, however the ones with hangover didn't get up before 05.00 pm. My feet hurt, but we were going to have DJ in my cousin's house. My poor feet were tortured once again...
7.00 pm started the DJ. The garden was transformed to something that looked like something,something, something...okay I can't find the right words. See it for yourself!
The next day, we got a break from partying, eating, dancing and for some of the family members drinking. So we put on some "henna" on our hands, and I took it on my feet for the very first time.
The fashion of "Bridal Mehndi" in North India diasporas is currently growing in complexity and elaboration, with new innovations in glitter, gilding, and fine-line work. Recent technological innovations in grinding, sifting, temperature control, and packaging henna, as well as government encouragement for henna cultivation, have improved dye content and artistic potential for henna.
I will just skip some days...
And then comes the "chunni chadana"from the bride's side. I met the bride on the ringceremony (in 2011), and on the Cocktail from the groom's side and on the DJ day. She's very nice, and very sweet. "Chunni Chadana" means to take the chunni on the bride's head.
On the occasion of Chunni chadana, groom's parents and close relatives visit the bride’s house. The groom’s sister or sister in law presents the girl a red sari, as a token of acceptance of the girl in their family. Thereafter, the girl is dressed in the clothes given by the boy’s family. The main ritual of the ceremony is when the girl’s would be mother-in-law places a red chunni on the girl’s head and gives her some traditional jewelry. Following this is a ritual in which the girl is fed boiled rice and milk by all the relatives of the boy that are present at the time. The ceremony comes to an end with the exchanging of rings between the prospective bride and groom.
And finlly, THE WEDDING!As the sun rise and birds play the "Shehnai"(an instrument) of the wedding ceremony, the hands of nature puts "Tilak" of the sun on the forehead of the sky and the day becomes memorable when my cousin accepts my sister-in-Law as his wife. The day started With a yellow powder "war"(not literally) with the groom. the groom's relatives also apply batna, more as a jest than a serious ceremony. This is followed by a puja, after which his mother ties a "Sehera" on his turban, praying that his life ahead will be as beautiful and fragrant as the flowers. (And if the groom is ugly, the more of his face covered, the better!) He is then seated on a female horse and his sisters tie a mauli (sacred thread) on the reins of his horse. They also detain the horse in the tradition known as baagpakdai, saying that they won't leave it's reins unless their brother bribes them. Once they are satisfied with the cash or jewellery bribe, they release the reins.
Unfortunately, I didn't get the wedding pictures or the "batna" pictures.
-Ritika Jaswal
I'm sorry I couldn't blog for a while, and the reason behind it is that I was in India. I know that you missed me...
I had a great time there! I was there to attend my cousin's wedding.
We had only three days to buy our clothes for the wedding when we came to India. We had to travel from Delhi to Chandigarh and it used 6 hrs to arrive in Chandigarh by car. Chandigarh is a beautiful place made by French architects and is known internationally for its architecture and urban design. The day started with breakfast, and then nobody got time to feel hungry untill the night. But, thankful to the salesmen in the shops ask you what you want to drink or eat (that only happens in well reputed shops). The first three days were spent in the big showrooms.
The next day, we were off to Ludhiana (where the wedding was about to take place). Ludhiana is located 100 km west from state capital Chandigarh. I met my family there.It felt nice to be with my family again. I met some of my family members I never met. All the youngsters in the family made one group...I was in the that group. We had discussions about, philosophy, God and universe, and many other things. The wedding process started with a "Cocktail-party".Music,Cocktails,Dance and dinner to celebrate the forthcoming wedding of my cousin. It was an open place, but our dinner was inside the Palace. When we entered the open place, then I felt like I was in a labyrint, because of the beautiful decoration. In the middle of the place it was a bar, and behind the bar it was a dancefloor with an amazing DJ. We danced "freestyle" all night. It were stalls there
where you could find any type of snaks or drinks. From Kashmiri tea to the crispy chickens...Yum Yum!
And if you didn't want to stand up from Your seat! No proplem! The waiters did go around those who didn't want to move from his/her place. They served all type of Food from around the world. Delicious! The party ended 05.00 am.
The other day, We all were exhausted and most of us didn't wake up before 1.00 pm, however the ones with hangover didn't get up before 05.00 pm. My feet hurt, but we were going to have DJ in my cousin's house. My poor feet were tortured once again...
7.00 pm started the DJ. The garden was transformed to something that looked like something,something, something...okay I can't find the right words. See it for yourself!
The next day, we got a break from partying, eating, dancing and for some of the family members drinking. So we put on some "henna" on our hands, and I took it on my feet for the very first time.
The fashion of "Bridal Mehndi" in North India diasporas is currently growing in complexity and elaboration, with new innovations in glitter, gilding, and fine-line work. Recent technological innovations in grinding, sifting, temperature control, and packaging henna, as well as government encouragement for henna cultivation, have improved dye content and artistic potential for henna.
I will just skip some days...
And then comes the "chunni chadana"from the bride's side. I met the bride on the ringceremony (in 2011), and on the Cocktail from the groom's side and on the DJ day. She's very nice, and very sweet. "Chunni Chadana" means to take the chunni on the bride's head.
On the occasion of Chunni chadana, groom's parents and close relatives visit the bride’s house. The groom’s sister or sister in law presents the girl a red sari, as a token of acceptance of the girl in their family. Thereafter, the girl is dressed in the clothes given by the boy’s family. The main ritual of the ceremony is when the girl’s would be mother-in-law places a red chunni on the girl’s head and gives her some traditional jewelry. Following this is a ritual in which the girl is fed boiled rice and milk by all the relatives of the boy that are present at the time. The ceremony comes to an end with the exchanging of rings between the prospective bride and groom.
And finlly, THE WEDDING!As the sun rise and birds play the "Shehnai"(an instrument) of the wedding ceremony, the hands of nature puts "Tilak" of the sun on the forehead of the sky and the day becomes memorable when my cousin accepts my sister-in-Law as his wife. The day started With a yellow powder "war"(not literally) with the groom. the groom's relatives also apply batna, more as a jest than a serious ceremony. This is followed by a puja, after which his mother ties a "Sehera" on his turban, praying that his life ahead will be as beautiful and fragrant as the flowers. (And if the groom is ugly, the more of his face covered, the better!) He is then seated on a female horse and his sisters tie a mauli (sacred thread) on the reins of his horse. They also detain the horse in the tradition known as baagpakdai, saying that they won't leave it's reins unless their brother bribes them. Once they are satisfied with the cash or jewellery bribe, they release the reins.
Unfortunately, I didn't get the wedding pictures or the "batna" pictures.
-Ritika Jaswal
onsdag 18. desember 2013
Merry Christmas!!
We have a typical "Norwegian Christmas" with food. The typical Norwegian selibretian is that we sing songs and we go around the christmas tree and so on..... We give gifts and we have kind of the "small christmas" and it's the first and then we have the "big christmas" wich is the first one...
Why does we selibrate Christmas?-
Christmas is the Christian church's celebration of Jesus' birthday. Though we celebrate the day in late December, we do not know for sure when Jesus was born.
A number of historians have looked into the matter and concluded that he was probably born in the spring, perhaps in March. Maybe he was not even born in the year 0, but six years later. Or a completely different time.
The original date of the celebration in Eastern Christianity was January 6. But we have it on the 24 and 25 Desember, and in many countries: January 7, 8, or 19...
"Christmas" is a compound word originating in the term "Christ's Mass". It is derived from the Middle English Cristemasse. Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus. The celebratory customs associated in various countries with Christmas have a mix of pre-Christian, Christian, and secular themes and origins..
I think everyone in Norway celibrates Chirstmas even if they are not Christians..The name derives from the Old Norse July celebration of "Jól" or "jólablót", from the original, pagan sacrificial celebration of midwinter day in Scandinavia, which was added 12 January. Hakon the Good commanded the 900 centry.
Here in Norway (where I live) we have the last day (or one week) before Christmas on Friday (20).
And what everyone like to drink is a typical "norwegian drink" "gløgg".
And what we eat is:
GOD JUL OG GODT NYTTÅR!!!!!!! :)
Why does we selibrate Christmas?-
Christmas is the Christian church's celebration of Jesus' birthday. Though we celebrate the day in late December, we do not know for sure when Jesus was born.
A number of historians have looked into the matter and concluded that he was probably born in the spring, perhaps in March. Maybe he was not even born in the year 0, but six years later. Or a completely different time.
The original date of the celebration in Eastern Christianity was January 6. But we have it on the 24 and 25 Desember, and in many countries: January 7, 8, or 19...
"Christmas" is a compound word originating in the term "Christ's Mass". It is derived from the Middle English Cristemasse. Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus. The celebratory customs associated in various countries with Christmas have a mix of pre-Christian, Christian, and secular themes and origins..
I think everyone in Norway celibrates Chirstmas even if they are not Christians..The name derives from the Old Norse July celebration of "Jól" or "jólablót", from the original, pagan sacrificial celebration of midwinter day in Scandinavia, which was added 12 January. Hakon the Good commanded the 900 centry.
Here in Norway (where I live) we have the last day (or one week) before Christmas on Friday (20).
And what everyone like to drink is a typical "norwegian drink" "gløgg".
And what we eat is:
GOD JUL OG GODT NYTTÅR!!!!!!! :)
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