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Bibhu Aaryan * Youth of the Nation

Bibhu Aaryan * Youth of the Nation

The Meaning of Bibhu.............!!!

The name of Bibhu creates a happy, versatile, and expressive nature, with good business judgment and a fine sense of responsibility, which should enable you to establish congenial relationships in positions of trust where you are dealing with the public.
A clever, quick mind, with the ability to accomplish a great deal in a short period of time, although it is not easy for you to systematize your efforts.

This name could allow expression along musical and artistic lines and gives you the desire to entertain and to meet and mix with people of refinement and culture.

While the name Bibhu creates the urge to be self-expressive and sociable, without a properly balanced last name, it causes a argumentative and intolerant expression.

This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the liver, bloodstream, worry, and mental tension.

It means to be self-expressive and sociable.

Indian Villages ( Kalinga Villages)....!!!

The villages are a study in order. Hidden behind the same mud walls, there will be the same red tiles of the same family pavilions with, again thirty meters apart, the same thatched puppet houses: the family temples (sanggah/merajan). Then, there will be a big tree, two slit logs hanging from its branches, with a couple of shrines under its shade and a nearby hall: the banjar (neighbourhood) community hall. An atmosphere of calm, order and collective belonging prevails.

The basic Balinese territorial unit is desa (village), whose surface covers both the wet land of the ricefields, and the dry land of the compounds and related gardens, temples and roads. To the wet land, correspond the irrigation units or subak, and to the dry and inhabited land, the community wards or banjar, each with their temples and organisations.

The village is typically host to a set of three village temples, the kahyangan tiga, each related to a focal aspect of the village's symbolic life: the origin with pura puseh (navel temple) located mountainward, where the tutelary gods of the village and its founders are worshipped; the territory itself with the pura desa, located in the centre of the village, where meetings of the village assembly and the rituals of fertility are held; the temple of the ded (pura dalem), located down ward, where the forces of death and the netherworld are worshipped, and near which burials take place. Besides these territorial temples, there is also a temple for each banjar (bedogol or pura banjar), a temple for each subak, and the various temples of the local sub - clans (pura dadia or pura panti), each of which with its own calendar of festivals.

All temples of the kahyangan tiga are of paramount importance in the local rituals. Most ceremonies, at the level of the household or of other local temples, cannot take place before a "notification offering" (pejati) of the kahyangan tiga. The most important though, is arguably the pura desa, or village territorial temple, as evidenced by the honor shown to its god, the Batara Desa, who is usually given the forefront position during the village processions of gods. The village community (desa pekraman) corresponds in practise to the congregation of the pura desa, whatever the other affiliations. It is headed by the bendesa adat.

Much of the ritual work at the village level is shared among the various banjar, for example, one banjar may look after the pura desa for the upcoming festival and another banjar for the next one. Each banjar redistributes the work entrusted to it to its vision of the kelian banjar or neighbourhood headman. No ritual activity can normally take place without the latter's involvement and participation.

The banjar is a grouping of anything between fifty and two hundred individual compounds. The word banjar originally referred to a row of houses, thus to the physical clustering of compounds into a neighborhood, with a temple and a community. Nowadays, most of these banjars have split, and the banjar community is no more strictly territorial. Two banjars can occupy the same territory, and banjar members sometimes live kilometres away from the core of community.
In villages, there are no suitable arrangement for treatment of the sick. Often there is no qualified doctor. The village Vaids and Hakims are mere quacks who kill more patients than they cure. The villages are highly in sanitary and many infectious disease breakout from time to time. Thousands of people die every year, uncared for an without any medical aid. However, now things are fast changing. Good hospitals have been constructed near each village. Good, qualified doctors are now there in most villages.
Such is the life in an Indian village. In spite of its various drawbacks, it is a better life than that of the city. If I were given the choice, I would prefer to live in the village. The Government has already taken in hand various measures to improve the conditions of th villages. "Jawahar Rozgar Yojana" and "Panchayati Raj" are two of the important steps taken in this direction. Let us hope, in the near feature, their poverty and illiteracy shall be eradicated. A village will then really by a paradise on earth, as God intended it to be.

The villagers are socially knit together. Their life is co-operate and interdependent. They depend on each other for the supply of their daily wants. They share in the joys and sorrow of each other. They help each other in time of need. Their social sense is so strong that the guest of one is considered as the guest of all. In a town or city, one does not care to know even one's neighbour. But each villages is familiar with the family history of other villagers. In the evening they assemble in the village "panchayat sabha/ Thakura Pindha" with there 'bidi/ Pana, Dukthas' and chatting and talking goes on till late the night. This is their simple recreation.
The villagers are deeply religious. They worship a number of gods and goddesses. They devote regular time to player and worship. The village priest enjoys great respect. But they are highly orthodox and any change is dislike and opposed. Many kinds of superstitions flourish among them. They live in constant fear of ghost. They believe in a number of omens.

They are generally cut off from the cities and have a different kind of life.
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I am What I am???

like to think that the moon is there even if I am not looking at it

I am a deeply religious nonbeliever - This is a somewhat new kind of religion.

The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our Attitudes.”
I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.”
I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.”




I am What I am*******???('.')

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Friend's Miss you so Much........!!!!!!!!!!(:

“We are friends and I do like to pass the day with you in serious and inconsequential chatter. I wouldn't mind washing up beside you, dusting beside you, reading the back half of the paper while you read the front. We are friends and I would miss you, do miss you and think of you very often.”

“I miss you when something really good happens, because you are the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me, because you are the one who understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh and cry because i know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you most when i lay awake at night and think of all the wonderful times we spent with eachother;for those were some of the best times of my life.”


Letting go is probably the hardest lesson we face as a race. We cling to the hope that someone, or something lost, will return, especially in a romantic relationship. Hearts heal at different paces, depending on the issues of the people involved.

Some relationships end and the people remain friends as time allows, as long as there is not codependency

Friendships and relationships come and go in life. Eventually, all relationships evolve, alone or together.

Lord Jagannath.......

Jagannātha (Sanskrit: जगन्नाथ jagannātha) is a Hindu deity, a form of Vishnu. The oldest and most famous Jagannātha deity is in the city of Puri, in Odisha, India (the city is known to many as Jagannātha puri after the Jagannath Temple) where each year the famous Ratha Jātrā festival takes place. Jagannātha is worshipped by Hindus all over India. The Jagannātha Temple in Puri is regarded as one of the four most sacred Hindu pilgrimage places in India.

The second reason for Lord Jagannath's appearance is the story of how Krishna was eavesdropping on the gopis as they spoke amongst themselves of His pastimes, and how much they loved him. Sister Subhadra was instructed to keep watch and ensure Krishna wasn't nearby while the gopis spoke of Krishna. But after a while Subhadra was so overwhelmed by the gopis' devotion and their stories that she became completely engrossed in listening. She didn't see the brothers Krishna and Balarama approaching. As the brothers listened their hairs stood on end, their arms retracted, their eyes grew larger and larger, and they smiled broadly in ecstasy. That is why Jagannath, Balarama and Subhadra look like they do.[

About My Life......Something about myself ('.')

Hey, this is my homepage, so I have to say something about myself. Sometimes it is hard to introduce yourself because you know yourself so well that you do not know where to start with. Let me give a try to see what kind of image you have about me through my self-description. I hope that my impression about myself and your impression about me are not so different. Here it goes.

I am a person who is positive about every aspect of life. There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like to see the moonlight at night; I like to feel the music flowing on my face, I like to smell the wind coming from the ocean. I like to look at the clouds in the sky with a blank mind, I like to do thought experiment when I cannot sleep in the middle of the night. I like flowers in spring, rain in summer, leaves in autumn, and snow in winter. I like to sleep early, I like to get up late; I like to be alone, I like to be surrounded by people. I like country’s peace, I like metropolis’ noise; I like the beautiful west lake in Hangzhou, I like the flat cornfield in Champaign. I like delicious food and comfortable shoes; I like good books and romantic movies. I like the land and the nature, I like people. And, I like to laugh.

I always wanted to be a great writer, like Victor Hugo who wrote "Les Miserable", or like Roman Roland who wrote "John Christopher". They have influenced millions of people through their books. I also wanted to be a great psychologist, like William James or Sigmund Freud, who could read people’s mind. Of course, I am nowhere close to these people, yet. I am just someone who does some teaching, some research, and some writing. But my dream is still alive.

This is a brief introduction of myself. If you are interested in knowing more, read my articles or take a look at my pictures. Do not expect too much, and keep your sense of humor.

O' My Love****.......!!!!!!!!

Regret flows from the depths of my soul
With the strength of a flood
I have held these gates shut for too long
And though tormenting, they should not be stopped.

The thought of your anguish
Even as I write to you now
Stops my heart cold
As well it should

What I see in front of me
Is a painting of our love
Its most thoughtful brushstrokes
Mottled by hurried abstraction and inattention

A person who had not seen this masterpiece created
Might think it to be refuse and pass it by unknowingly
Letting be obscured the deep beauty of its many scenes
By layers of the tarnish of mistreatment

But as the painter
I see beyond the dark smears
To recall the hours that I attended to the details
And wonder how I could let it become so discolored

The painting that took me my life to create
Has lost its divinity in my careless treatment
And even if I were to refine it
I fear you would always see it as it is today

So today I paint a new masterpiece
One inspired by the muse of respect
A work that you can love through our old age
One that you will look to each day for inspiration

This one will take some time
As I want my brushstrokes to be carefully placed
I need to move steadily to ensure that this time,
My art represents my dream

This is my opus
Don't judge me on my past works
As I have never before had so much skill and inspiration
And never before have I wanted to please you as I do today

With you and my children as my muse
I will paint for you a lifetime
A portrait of devotion and friendship
A panorama of passion and admiration

All I ask is that you gaze upon it with an open heart
And you shall unquestionably love me again

Village Life

Village Life
Meeting the Villagers













Having the opportunity to go into the villages to meet the people has been a highlight of my time in Odisha. One of my early village visits in Ghanteswar very soon after I arrived there and made one of my first Oriya friends. We quickly established a friendship and he invited me to go with him to visit his village. Of course I was delighted. On his motorbike we headed out into the countryside where he showed me some of the local tourist sights on the way to his village.


Before we arrived he received a phone call to invite us to join a baby celebration banquet lunch to celebrate the arrival of another niece. So all at once I met many of the villagers. As is the village custom Mum was still in bed so I was taken in to meet her and the baby. Three years later I visited the village again and met the beautiful three year old girl whose welcome party I had attended.


This village is not marketed as a tourist site even though it only takes 45 minutes on a bike to get there. The infrastructure is not good, but it has historical sites of great interest. So visitors are mainly those in the know and adventurous bike riders.


On the way to this village visitors pass through smaller villages: the roads pass by the front doors. Most of the homes here are built of bricks, but many are also mud brick. If the mud brick homes are near flood areas the lower ¼ of the walls are built of local stone.


Another favourite village is even closer to town and definitely not on a tourist route. I was invited to this village by one of my senior students from the local high school. It's not big, but a great place to view village life. Small lanes wind their way through this village which snuggles up against a hill with water in the front in good Feng Shui style. If people have enough money they build a home with a flat roof with internal stairs leading up to it. The roof area is used for drying clothes and food. As more money becomes available another floor is added and often a third thus giving the land owner good use of their land. As it is common practice for the son to bring his wife home when he marries a big house is needed.


Fuli is my favourite village: It is over 500 years old so it's like a step back in time to see the locals still living in old homes that have barely changed over time. Many streets are cobbled stone and just wide enough for the motorbike taxis to pass by. Many elderly folk live here so all visitors to the village are asked for a small amount of money which goes towards their assistance. Most of the fans sold in Yangshuo are made in this village. You can go into homes to see them being painted and assembled. Every step is done by hand and they come in a variety of styles and sizes.

This is My Life!!!

This is my life - Bibhu

Life defines in Metabolism,
In reproduction,
we make our miniature selves,
our look alike
In the power of adaptation,
like what is in now,
What is fashionable,
how I blend with all of you
How I mimic you,
how I become a clown to you,

Life in being nice
This is my life A short and a merry one
This my life In the middle of my own life
To life,
a life,
in the hope of discovering the meaning of my life,
My speech my poetry
Come to life with me
To the life,
for the life of one like me,
Not taking this life in my own hands,
Never,
never,
To life,
this is life
As big as life
as large as life is large
In resiliency,
in elasticity
Animations, cartooning, animate,
I vivify
I vilify
I quicken
I liken
The life force in my life’s functions
Drawn from life
to life drawn
Dream to life a life full of dreams
This liveliness, this sparkle
This effervescence of life,
this bubbling life like wine
This sprightliness like soft
Drink like energy drinks
This verve,
this vigor
this vivacity
Of life to life as big as life
My life
This is my life
This me I am life
I am energy
i am in this poem trying to run
away from everything in my life,
running in life
to life and life,
because of life,
for life.***('.')

The Heart of a Friend

The heart of a friendis a beautiful thing,so precious and so rare;for the seeds of love take root within,to create a garden fair.
There's some healing magicin a true friend's smile,that conjurs a bit of hopeand makes life seem worthwhile.
Even if the day brings bad newswith many burdens to bear,they all seem a little lighter,from a true friend's loving care.
The heart of a friendis a lovely gift sent from God above,blessed seeds that sprout and growinto blossoms of faith and love.
And I want you to know,that your friendship is somethingI'll always treasure,beyond gold,beyond success,beyond earthly measure.http://bibhu.com

Eight Gifts that Do Not Cost.

1. THE GIFT OF LISTENING... But you must REALLY listen. No interrupting, no daydreaming, No planning your response. Just listening.
2. THE GIFT OF AFFECTION... Be generous with appropriate hugs, Kisses, pats on the back, and handholds. Let these small actions demonstrate the Love you have for family and friends. 3. THE GIFT OF LAUGHTER... Clip cartoons. Share articles and funny stories. Your gift will say, "I love to laugh with you."
4. THE GIFT OF A WRITTEN NOTE... It can be a simple "Thanks for the help" note or a full sonnet. A brief, handwritten note may be remembered For a lifetime, and may even change a life.
5. THE GIFT OF A COMPLIMENT... A simple and sincere, "You look great in red," "You did a super job," Or "That was a wonderful meal" Can make some one's day.
6. THE GIFT OF A FAVOR... Every day, go out of your way To do something kind.
7. THE GIFT OF SOLITUDE... There are times when we want nothing better Than to be left alone. Be sensitive to those times and give The gift of solitude to others.
8. THE GIFT OF A CHEERFUL DISPOSITION... The easiest way to feel good is To extend a kind word to someone. Really, it's not that hard to say, Hello or Thank You