NO ONE LIKE YOU

We knew that day the time is near
For you to leave us behind with tears

As we bid goodbye to the first fallen leaf
Our hearts are, but all, filled with grief

But God has reasons of His own
With His plans largely unknown

Dad never made a fortune, or a noise
But taught much with his poise

He was reliable, rarified and kind;
Clean in heart, considerate defined.

God’s loving empathy he showed.
To us in our joys and at crossroads.

Moments before that morning episode,
I realized too soon the tide bellowed

Not long enough to hold his hand,
Not long enough time to stand

Beside this amazing person
Who taught much on life’s lesson.

Not long enough to engage his eyes
Brimming with pride all through, he bid goodbye.

Dedicated to my dad, (L) Siamhnun Hauzel, CHM, BHM, Retired Indian Army Personnel, in remembrance of his 12th death anniversary (December 12, 1999). We still miss you a lot!

 

GONE…

Gone…

Mom’s hands seem weaken and meek.
And her grip is quite weak.

Yet these hands have the strength to raise a family right,
Tirelessly wipe away each sorrow and hold us real tight.
Feeble hands come together each day in prayer,
The warm and comforting touch, always closer.

I pause and listen as each breath came slow,
And scramble to find strength, emotions low.
As dry tears emerge and finally broke free
I watched you leave, where eyes cannot see.

Fresh memories from another time
That are long gone, yet still sublime.

(Mom, we still miss you so much. Keep praying for us from above. Love you)

 

CRICKET v/s MONEY v/S OTHER SPORTS (in India)

RISE OF CRICKET, DOWNFALL OF OTHER SPORTS: The prize money, commercial contracts, separate State govt’s promises et. al, fecilitation at Raj Bhawan by the President of India, involvement of top officials and bureaucrats during the match and after, two PM watching the match live in the stadium, the Gandhi’s family presence, the President of SL coming over too, etc etc.

How much can it get BIGGER and BETTER than this? And then come the 43cr tax exemption for the BCCI (Wah wah wah)

As much as I started to love and follow cricket, I feel uncomfortable when it gets too much of attention and limelight that, ( my humble opinion), in the long run will be detrimental for the beautiful game. The MONEY FACTOR might get the centrestage than the GAME itself, and whenever someone mentions Cricket, the moolah involves in it will be the first thing that comes into the picture.

I am not against Cricket totally. My only wish is that we put and pump in more resources, if not at the same level of cricket, for other sports (like hockey and football). We can take a cue from the English and Australians; both have great cricket as well as  football teams. They go hand in hand and are quite successful in both front.

Should we ever think of replicating them in the future, the sooner it will be, the better for all. Hope to see that dream come true during my short sojourn

 

ANGRY AGAINST ANGER!!

`Anyone can become angry – that’s easy. But to be angry with the right
person, to the right degree, at the right time, for the right purpose,
and in the right way – that’s not easy’

Aristotle

Success or failure is a result of our ability to manage various
resources. We should give a broader meaning for the word `resource’. We
all know about common resources such as money, material, manpower etc.
Our feelings are also resources. We should know how to use our feelings
constructively.

Anger is an important feeling. We cannot wish that we don’t feel angry
at all. In fact, we cannot wish away any feeling. Every feeling is good
if used properly. Even poison is good in some context. Fire is good if
used properly.

When you get angry with someone, chances are you may harm the quality of
inter personal relationship. Have you ever thought of getting angry with
yourself? When you get angry with yourself, it could do a lot of good to
you. I try this very often. I get angry with my laziness sometimes; I
get angry with my tendency to take on too many assignments without
considering the feasibility; I get angry with my weakness to electronic
gadgets and buying unnecessary things; I get angry with myself when I
feel so restless to send my morning newsletter without checking the
spelling!

But I realized that every time I get angry with some of my weaknesses, I
improve myself. I become more and more aware of my drawbacks. But I get
angry with myself to the right degree, at the right time, for the right
purpose, and in the right way!

Consider an idea: list three of your weaknesses and get angry with
yourself and see what happens!

 

LAND OF SOLACE

My latest poem. Hope you enjoy!

Land of solace

Warm was the evening light, and through the quivering air
Permeates, the smell of her wearied skin, which did glisten fair

And over all the grey sky hung;
A flood of thoughts in balance swung.
Ethereal on my wandering sight
The lusty hills waving reddish light.

A touch of the sun brought the oldster to shed dried tears
Exposing hard-lined, pallid body filled with fears
With a wearied smile and softened frown
She bids her heavy load to lie down.

So ended another day and all the rest around
A gentle echo from the forest ground
Point out disdainfully and instructive tell
The various nightmare that *our land befell.

The bamboo tree waves, in lonely bloom,
And thin rays flutter through twilight gloom.
Nothing with nothing, no thrill to fill
The lengthening shadows soon swallows up the hill.

*Zogam

(Hiai poem a ‘scene’ ahihleh singtang gam khomui kuan a gimtak leh tawl tak a loukuan/naa sem khin pitek in a inn hong tun kuan ahi. I gam (Zogam) leh lei pen i kep leh izun siam louh ziak a a hunlou a (hiai a nupi/pitek dan a) vuai gawp leh tul gawpta ahi chih etsakna a gelh ahi.

(C) Lalhmangaih HAUZEL. 14-11-2010

 

Dr. Abdul Kalam’s Letter to Every Indian

I received this e-mail from friends and feel I should do my part in spreading this great message (even though I don’t really know if it comes from our beloved Ex-President) so that more people can read this and may be (I hope) try to take at least some steps on our own.

APJ Abdul Kalam Speech

Why is the media here so negative?
Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements?
We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse to acknowledge them. Why?
We are the first in milk production.
We are number one in Remote sensing satellites.
We are the second largest producer of wheat.
We are the second largest producer of rice.

Look at Dr. Sudarshan , he has transferred the tribal village into a self-sustaining, self-driving unit.. There are millions of such achievements but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters.

I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert into an orchid and a granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried among other news.

 

RUPEE FONT DOWNLOAD AND USAGE

This is my own version of Rupee Symbol Tutorial for MS Office (simplified), an extended version of what has been done in Foradian.com

Here are the steps (I am using Windows 7 Ultimate OS):

1. First of all, download the Rupee Font from here

2. After download, copy the Rupee_Foradian.ttf file, go to your Control Panel, click the Appearance and Personalization menu. Click on the Font folder and paste it there and then you are done installing the Rupee font.

3. Open MS Office, scroll down to Rupee Foradian font from the Font menu. To get the rupee symbol, press the Grave Acent key “~” (the key just above the “Tab” key).

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Revisiting Lamka, June 24, 1997!!

June 24, 1997: Hoihtak in ka theichiang lai. Dak 6 am vel a thou in ha ka nawt kawm kawm in ka lungsim a hawm gu hiauhiau hiin ka thei hi. Gilkial ziak khong hinteh chiin ngaihsak pi in le ka nei kei hi. Himah leh zingkar ann nekma in ka damsung a manghilh non louh ding thu ka zata. Saikul leh Tuithapi ah zan nitak a Kuki helpawl te’n khosung mite man khawm in (abiktak in pasal te), a ki line sak ua, huchiin thau a hawtkhum in aom uh, chih thu. Zingkar hun teng misi luangte muakna din vengsung ah kisak kholhna nasa mahmah hi. Zenhang Lamka Community Hall, akim akiang i theih chai dimdem na mun, Pathianni teng a Sunday School class ilak ma a Devotion aki neih khawm sek na mun ngeingei ah misi luang in huai ni ngaklah huai lou tak mai in a hon luahta hi.

Mipi phe vengvung te gamla lou apat kana gal et zek a, a luangte uh kihong sa in Community Hall ah kikoih a, nupi leh nungak te kap ging minute khat lel zak in zong mittui ana tak khe lou theikei. Ki pasal sak tum mah leng a “zou” kei himhim. Theihlouh kar in mittui ibiang ah ana luang man zel. A hong sawt deuh in zaw mittui kai niuniau a om le poi kisa non mangkei.

A kum lam ana ki upa nailou (Sunday School kailai) ahihtoh hihtheih om hia chia va dianglut hial ka ki awi kei deuh a, himahleh sang a upa zaw te sawl jangkhai din chuh kimansa in akim ah kana ding hi. A luang ki sial phei dundun te agal apat chih lou va ki naih ngamlou aki hiphot hi. Mipi lam hong tam semsem, a kap ging uh lah ngaih semsem. Huaini, nisa suak hoih mahmah na pi’n ka ngaihtuah kik chiang in khua niim dan kia in kana thei den mawk hi. Lungsim bing a bing, ngaihtuahna ah le bangmah omlou chih theih phial. Dah di hya, heh suah di hia, leh thil dangdang ngaihtuah theihna teng mangvek hiin ka thei hi.

Dakkal 3 vel amun a ka om nung in inn ah ka kik a, vengsung mite lampi ah ikituah pih bang le ki etthoh top, gen di le kitheilou. Dangawk vek mah kibang. Miteng zaw ana “shock” kha mah tei dan ahi ka chi a, mitkha ah a tamden hi.

Nitak lam khong a innsung a ute thugen apat thiltun dang kimzaw leh chiangzaw khong i hon zak chiang bang in i chimul bang chuh thou sungsung mai hi.

Unau ki melhaihna te deih huailou lua ahihdan kava musuah a, a tun nonlouhna dia panlak didan ngaihtuahna ah tutan omden lai hi.

 

What If..India Made It To The FIFA World Cup!

Came across this from a group mail (SSPPNet). Just want to share it here…enjoy!

FUNNY: What If..India Made It To The FIFA World Cup! All hell would break loose….

Goal.com India lists out a few funny things that you could expect to happen if India ever made it to a World Cup, or better still, the tournament was actually held in this country. Please note the below is just a bit of fun, so don’t take it too seriously…Enjoy!

• Stardust will do a cover story on Deepika Padukone: “Bhaichung and I are just good friends. That’s all !
• Lalit Modi will announce the formation of the Indian Phootball League and claim that this is the real IPL.
• Shanta Kumari captain of the Indian womens football team will complain that despite the womens team doing well, the mens football team gets all the sponsorships.
• Mamta Banerjee will announce a prize of a free first class travel for one month for each member Of the team. Plus an acre of land each in Singur.
• Former Indian footballers will rush to join Speakwell classes to learn English and become commentators on TV. And All the England greats of yesteryear will rush to India and become commentators here.
• The Bengal Government will grant free land in Kolkata to allow FIFA to move their Headquarters to India. Rupa underwear will be the official sponsor of the world cup and Gitanjali Jewellers will give away the golden boot.
• Parliament will be adjourned to allow MPs to watch the opening game.
• The Big Fight on NDTV will debate: Is the rise of football responsible for the fall of Cricket?

 

ITS BEEN A LONG TIME…

Yeah! Sure, it had been a long time since I post new articles in my blog. Some significant events had happened since I last post in the middle of January 2010. Don’t really know where to begin. I am just as confused as many others to choose IPL or EPL??? I can bear with IPL on weekdays, but at least on weekends, the TV should be switched on for EPL. What about some democracy here, mates?? (I am staying in a Hostel, and we have a common TV)

I don’t really hate IPL or cricket as such, but just can’t get myself really involved in the nuances of cricket. Maybe I was not brought up in a place where cricket is not a dominant sports among children. The recent addition of two more IPL teams with the ‘moolah’ they put into is really a waste, I would say. Why put so much money into a single sport where it is slowing killing other sports (like the national game HOCKEY) to grow in the country. Why can’t we develop multiple games simultaneously like Australia and England where they both have good football, cricket and hockey national teams and are among leaders in their respective fields.

Other than cricket and sports in general, getting back to my academic responsibilities, I had this great opportunity to intern at Tata Memorial Hospital, the best cancer hospital in India (as per “The WEEK” survey, 2009). Five weeks had gone and now busy writing a ‘thick’ report. The sufferings of patients, both young and old, the extent of pain that cancer can inflict, I mean in terms of just not the physical pain, but also emotional, psychological and financial FEAR that cancer has on people is just unimaginable. I sometimes wish I could do something to alleviate their pain, maybe even for a minute. The look on their faces, Oh my! I never could muster enough courage to look at them straight. Most of the time, I just walk straight, held my heads up and pretend not to see or hear anything.

To add to this fuel of emotional rage, I had the opportunity to enter the Operation Theatre (did a detailed study on this department) while a surgery is going on. The view from a few feet away is not that enticing but I surprised myself through my curiosity which is as strong as it ever was. May God help them all. To all those in pain and suffering, my prayers goes out to you all tonight. Till then…