After a long time, I clicked a meaningful picture and post it under a dedicated label - 'Sinnovolle Bilder'. The term 'Sinnovolle Bilder' reminds me of a German guy:)..........LOL!
About Me
- Archana Kapoor Nagpal
- Archana Kapoor Nagpal is an internationally published author of four books. She often participates in the short story competitions, and her winning stories are now part of international anthologies. She has seen her short stories, poems and Haiku published in other anthologies as well She has also been actively involved in the editing, proofreading and book designing of various anthologies. You can read more about her writing career at the below link: https://www.facebook.com/archanaknagpal/
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Where is Justice for Nirbhaya?
As per the recent updates, one of the rapists involved in '16th Dec Gang rape' and considered to be the most violent and brutal will be walking freely on the roads of Delhi, soon!
Without getting his bone test done and just on the basis of 'school certificate' (that maybe fake), he is considered as juvenile. Surprised!
This is a situation where I feel to write - 'law is actually being misused!'. All these days, people were waiting for justice but what they get to read, definitely hurts them. It hurts me too!
We need a change in our system. Else very soon, victims will start punishing culprits rather than reporting the crime. We might lose faith in our law. Justice is a way to believe in your country.
We are still waiting.......
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
A Cake - 12 Facets of a Crystal
It was a moment of felicity when my family gave me a surprise party for my second book with 11 other authors.
I am posting a picture for all my readers and author friends who are part of this book. Kudos!
I am posting a picture for all my readers and author friends who are part of this book. Kudos!
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Republic Day - Let Me Not Forget!
Republic Day - 40 days after the gang-rape and fast track jurisdiction, we are celebrating our 'Republic Day'. A nigerian author and my friend has recently written a book in which he has included 16th December gang rape. He told me about it; it was not a proud moment for me.
After Nirbhaya's case, many other cases also got highlighted or spotted! Any country is republic and independent, in the real sense - when every national feels secure and safe!
Today, I am just expecting two things from our constitution - safety for women and a strict law for rapists in India. Let India show it to the world - women are safe here. We elect our people to show us the right path; to help us in punishing the culprits. If not now, then when?
A peom by Rabindranath Tagore - Let Me Not Forget!
If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life
then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight
---let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.
As my days pass in the crowded market of this world
and my hands grow full with the daily profits,
let me ever feel that I have gained nothing
---let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.
When I sit by the roadside, tired and panting,
when I spread my bed low in the dust,
let me ever feel that the long journey is still before me
---let me not forget a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.
When my rooms have been decked out and the flutes sound
and the laughter there is loud,
let me ever feel that I have not invited thee to my house
---let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours
then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight
---let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.
As my days pass in the crowded market of this world
and my hands grow full with the daily profits,
let me ever feel that I have gained nothing
---let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.
When I sit by the roadside, tired and panting,
when I spread my bed low in the dust,
let me ever feel that the long journey is still before me
---let me not forget a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.
When my rooms have been decked out and the flutes sound
and the laughter there is loud,
let me ever feel that I have not invited thee to my house
---let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours
Friday, January 25, 2013
My New Poem - 'You Will Be Fine'!!
I wrote a new poem dedicated to my friend, who died of cancer in the month of November, 2012.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-will-be-fine/
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-will-be-fine/
I understood one thing about life - it is not an easy journey. One has to be strong to face unpredictable challenges, and still move on!
For any patient suffering with any ailment only one line can do miracles - 'You Will Be Fine!'
Please do not talk to people to express your mercy or sympathy. Like me, they do not need it!
If you really care, love them and encourage them by saying - 'You will be fine, my dear!'
Happy Weekend!
26th January...Clouds and Waves!
A poem for 26th January. The mother sounds like 'India' and the child for sounds like 'a proud national of India'. What a beautiful relationship between mother and child!
Rabindranath Tagore - Clouds and Waves
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon."
I ask, "But how am I to get up to you ?"
They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your
hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds."
"My mother is waiting for me at home, "I say, "How can I leave
her and come?"
Then they smile and float away.
But I know a nicer game than that, mother.
I shall be the cloud and you the moon.
I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will
be the blue sky.
The folk who live in the waves call out to me-
"We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know
not where we pass."
I ask, "But how am I to join you?"
They tell me, "Come to the edge of the shore and stand with
your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves."
I say, "My mother always wants me at home in the everything-
how can I leave her and go?"
They smile, dance and pass by.
But I know a better game than that.
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.
I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with
laughter.
And no one in the world will know where we both are.
"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon."
I ask, "But how am I to get up to you ?"
They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your
hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds."
"My mother is waiting for me at home, "I say, "How can I leave
her and come?"
Then they smile and float away.
But I know a nicer game than that, mother.
I shall be the cloud and you the moon.
I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will
be the blue sky.
The folk who live in the waves call out to me-
"We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know
not where we pass."
I ask, "But how am I to join you?"
They tell me, "Come to the edge of the shore and stand with
your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves."
I say, "My mother always wants me at home in the everything-
how can I leave her and go?"
They smile, dance and pass by.
But I know a better game than that.
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.
I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with
laughter.
And no one in the world will know where we both are.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Dovey: Yes, You Are Crazy!
I am training my new white bird named as 'Dovey'. I let him fly and sit at diiferent places. He is responding pretty good to my training. I thought of a 'Coca Cola' commercial while recording this video - 'Yes, I am crazy'. I love Dovey as he is a very warm and compassionate bird!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hsx2Hf8rF8w&feature=youtu.be
LOL:)
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