niralee

Une amie qui ne fait que des comptes M'a demandé de raconter des contes "Qu'est-ce que c'est que vous faites là? Tant d'années de la littérature, oh là là! Mais ça va! Tout ce qu'il faut faire C'est lire les romans et faire des commentaires Raconte-moi, disais-je, quelques anecdotes Qui vous font passer le temps et gagner des notes" Pour commencer, j'ai fait du Maupassant Pas de nouvelle, j'ai raconté un souvenir passant: C'était ma première "aventure" je me souviens Dieu Merci que ça me rarement revient! Dans un studio parisien, un homme se couche Avec une jeune femme sans "faire le verrou" Le propiétaire entre, quel outrage! Pourquoi aurait-il écrit un tel ouvrage? Le recit se termine avec l'homme qui jure "Toujours faire le verrou avant une telle aventure!" Puis je suis passée à Albert Camus Qui a laissé un demi monde tout ému Un Prix Nobel, chez lui, s'est bien arrangé Pour son roman envahissant ...

what a day! i went for my first ever staff picnic to this place called the Silent Resort in Palghar. it was nice to see all the teachers who u normally saw only in salwar-kameez or saree (n m not talkin about the majority, its the dress code!) in jeans n tee. perfect time for a picnic when we hv jus got done with portion n will have to start with exams soon.. it was a real stress buster! the place is subtitled The Whispering Gallery of nature. so very true. its vast ok! n there are several "aram kutir" with cots. the hammocks by the river side are a real pleasure. there r very few rides but pools of various sizes where u can just let your body loose. rain dance is quite fun too. its just impossible to resist the jhulas of all sizes n variety. there is ample place for cricket n other outdoor sports too. they have embellished the otherwise not-so-ethnic place with random wooden carved doorways. the food is as decent as it can be in such places.. dont forget to have the gola.. s...

MAIS C’EST QUI, APOLLINAIRE ? A : Mais enfin, c’est qui, Guillaume Apollinaire ? Quelle ignorance que ne le connaitre guère ? B : J’ai entendu parler que c’est un écrivain Qui met en valeur l’avion et le train A : Mais non! Un poète, pas un écrivain Un peintre, un artiste, mais jamais écrivain Ce style classique, qu’on fait sa devise N’est pour lui, qu’une grande méprise Le vieux sujet de poésie- l’amour La peine, et la souffrance de l’amour La mort, la Méduse, l’écoulement du temps On en a beaucoup parlé depuis bien longtemps La femme qui est la donneuse de mort Il en parle lais en changeant le ressort Ce n’est plus de lyrisme, d’allégorie, de ballade Ses poèmes ont pour intention, nous rendre malade Mais ne vous trompez pas- ce n’est pas son but «Je m’émerveille » se dit-il comme il débute C’est lui qui imagine toujours l’imaginable De jongler avec des mots, il en est capable La Tour pour lui, se transforme en bergère Il parle du quotidien d’une façon légère C’est lui qui ose s’adres...

Kuch saal pehle jab krantiveer aayi, Naana ne desh ki sthiti aakdon ke saath batayee Kaha, "Sau mein se assi beyimaan, Phir bhi Mera Bharat Mahan!" Haal hi mein jab Denny ne muavza kiya, Naana ke statistics ko radd kiya. Assi ka ab 99 hua, To lo, yeh desh ka haal hua. Toh kya hua gar hum beyimaan hai? Hum kya New Zealand ya Japan hai? Yeh phalsafa aam insaan ki samajh ke bahar hai bhai, beyimaani se toh uncha humara-aapka sir hai! Socho gar beyimaani na hoti toh kya hota? Yaani bhrashthachaar ka janm hi na hota! Netaon ka pait khali reh jaata Adha desh garibi ki rekha se upar aa jata. sarkar ke paiso se janta mauj karti Netaon ki tond (paunch) phir tond na rehti. Par aam aadmi to desh mein hi rehta, Khata-peeta aur aish karta Netaon par toh desh ke netrutva ka diyatva hai (Bhagwan! Inke haathon mein hamara bhavishya hai!) Tond hone se yeh khate-peete lagte hain desh ki khadya samasya par parda karte hain. Yunhi toh desh ka naam roshan hota hai. Pata nahi logo ko kyun gham hot...

January 26, 2010 Dr. S. Radhakrishnan Vidyalaya, Borivali Like every year, the Borivali branch of Bombay Cambridge Gurukul Schools, celebrated Republic Day and Investiture Ceremony on Tuesday, 26th January. The program started with a march wherein the Student Council members held the school and house flags high and the stroke of the drum reminded the march at the Rajpath. Mr. Yadav, a Merchant Navy Officer, escorted by the School Principal, Mrs. Manisha Arondekar, hoisted the flag. All hands rose automatically to salute the tricolor while lips proudly chanted the National Anthem. The program continued as students of the Secondary Section sang patriotic songs and performed a skit that took the audience to 2030 and compelled them to think about literally “earth-shattering” issues like global warming and water shortage. Mr. Yadav then addressed the audience, talking about the role of youth in the development of the country and the new avenues that the Merchant Navy provides for action. ...

A “THOUGHTFUL” AUTOBIOGRAPHY (Literature, life and me) “You don’t always like to be the taker. Sometimes you want to give something in return”, said the professor. This was not the first time that Niralee thought that what was being done in class had a great correspondence with her personal life. But today, after this statement, she was forced to think from where it all started? Her twentieth birthday, she figured out! This year, along with her dearest buddies Niki, Renu, Mon and Henna, she was celebrating it with some of her newly made friends, Rajiv, Ruby, Satish and Alpana. Little did she know, that this new year and these new contacts were going to bring a completely new perspective to her life. Niralee was already through with a week in her new job in a school and was thoroughly excited about this dual role of teacher and student that she was going to play. Although a fan of Indian literature, English literature had always scared her a bit. But she had a great fascination for Fren...