my daughter is turning 7 this coming thursday so i'm throwing her a fairy princess b-day party this coming saturday. my bf is also turning the big 30 that same day so we are having a little party for him too at the same time (in another part of the house).
there are about 30 people coming total (11 people are family). 8 little girls are coming for my daughter.
we are serving hamburgers,hot dogs,and mac n' cheese for all the guests (i encouraged everyone to bring along a dish as well).
for my daughter:
-decorations are: cake table w/pink tablecloth,glitter,and butterfly sequins. serving table w/purple tablecloth,glitter,sequins,and a vase w/fake pink roses and butterfly balloons. there will be a flower garland around the front door and glitter along the walkway (we have a gravel front yard so no mess to worry about)
-cake: http://www.kraftfoods.com/kf/recipes/rec...
-games: see below
Too over the top?!!!?
Kids LOVE crazy, 'over-the-top' birthdays like you've mentioned. I would've killed for this when I was younger! Your daughter will love you for it, and never forget it :)
Great job :)
Reply:No I think it sounds beautiful!! It will be a really special day for both her and your bf! Well done you Im sure everyone will have an amazing time and think your fantastic!
Reply:I think it sounds really good. Doesn't sound like over the top just sounds like a fun birthday party :)
Reply:nope sounds like fun
Saturday, November 14, 2009
How often do you get Lei'd when you visit Hawaii?
They are rather generous with the flower garlands at the airport.
http://www.elftown.com/wiki.html?name=Pa...
How often do you get Lei'd when you visit Hawaii?
I live in Hawaii and I get lei'd all the time and I love it! You know what else is good? I get to lei other people too! Ahhh, Paradise!
Aloha!
Reply:Yup! You got it! Mahalo! Report It
Reply:sorry never been there...=-(
Reply:I get lei'd right after I get off the plane.
Reply:Every time you walk through a door way or into a room you get Lei'd. Sometimes they even chase you down to do it.
Reply:I've never been to Hawaii, so I guess I have never really been lei'd properly!
Reply:lol, i've never been to Hawaii but i will someday! I promised that to myself!! and i surely want to get lei'd..lol..^_^..
btw, Lei is a Hawaiian word for a garland or wreath....*♥*
Reply:hehe I love that spelling, IM gonna use it from now on
darlig girl: lei'd
darlig girl: i wanna get lei'd
darlig girl: lets get lei'd
Reply:Yes I get lei'd every time I get there.
Reply:I haven't been but I hear at the airport and at the hotel.
http://www.elftown.com/wiki.html?name=Pa...
How often do you get Lei'd when you visit Hawaii?
I live in Hawaii and I get lei'd all the time and I love it! You know what else is good? I get to lei other people too! Ahhh, Paradise!
Aloha!
Reply:Yup! You got it! Mahalo! Report It
Reply:sorry never been there...=-(
Reply:I get lei'd right after I get off the plane.
Reply:Every time you walk through a door way or into a room you get Lei'd. Sometimes they even chase you down to do it.
Reply:I've never been to Hawaii, so I guess I have never really been lei'd properly!
Reply:lol, i've never been to Hawaii but i will someday! I promised that to myself!! and i surely want to get lei'd..lol..^_^..
btw, Lei is a Hawaiian word for a garland or wreath....*♥*
Reply:hehe I love that spelling, IM gonna use it from now on
darlig girl: lei'd
darlig girl: i wanna get lei'd
darlig girl: lets get lei'd
Reply:Yes I get lei'd every time I get there.
Reply:I haven't been but I hear at the airport and at the hotel.
What do we learn from this story?
• Velu, an eleven-year old boy, runs away from home.
• He wanders around for hours before getting on a train to Chennai
without a ticket.
• Tired and hungry, he doesn’t know where to go when a stranger
at the station shouts a word of welcome.
WHEN the Kanyakumari Express pulled in at Chennai Central, it
took Velu some time to get off. When he finally stood on the platform,
his legs felt wobbly, as if he was still on a moving train.
“Oy, out of the way!” A porter went by with a loaded trolley. Velu
jumped aside.
He sat on a bench on the platform, putting his small bundle
down. In all his eleven years, he had never seen so many people,
except once a year at the fair in his village. People walked by,
bumping into him with their suitcases. A voice announced
something on a loudspeaker. Near him a group of people sat ontheir luggage, looking at a TV hanging from the roof. The noise
was terrible.
Velu put his head down on his knees, feeling miserable and
exhausted. He had run away from his village two days ago. For two
days he had eaten nothing but some peanuts and a piece of jaggery.
In his bundle he carried a shirt, a towel and a comb.
He had walked for most of the first day to Kanur and then got on
the train to Chennai. Velu had no money for a ticket but luckily the
ticket collector didn’t come to the unreserved compartment. He had
tried to sleep on the floor near the door. A group of men next to him
had played cards and shouted all night.
“Aiy! What, new to town eh?” called out a rough voice.
Velu opened his eyes. There were a lot of people standing around,
but nobody was looking at him.
“Here! Aiy!”
He turned around. Behind him was a girl around his own age,
wearing a long banian that came down to her knees. Her hair was
stiff and brownish and she had a huge sack on one shoulder. She
was picking up dirty plastic cups from the floor and stuffing theminto her sack. Why is she calling me, thought Velu. And why is a
girl wearing a banian?
“No need to stare stupidly. What’s your name?”
“Velu,” muttered Velu, looking away.
“So Mr Velu,” said the girl, looking at his bundle. “Run away
from home?”
Velu didn’t answer. He didn’t want to tell some strange girl what
he had done. He had run away because he couldn’t stand his father
beating him for one more day. His father would snatch away all the
money Velu and his sisters earned and spend it on drink.
“Don’t think I don’t know. This place is full of children like you.
So what are you going to do here? Become rich?”
She sat down next to him. Velu shifted away slightly.
He felt hunger pinching him and pressed his stomach with a
grimace. “Hungry?” asked the girl. “You won’t get food by sitting
here glumly, making faces. I can find some if you want.”
She picked up her sack and started to walk away. Velu
stayed on the bench. What should he do? Should he follow
this girl? Where was she going to take him? She was
disappearing into the crowd, so he had to make up his mind
quickly. Alright, he decided. Anyway I have no idea where to
go. He jumped up and ran after her. She wasn’t even looking
back to see where he was.• Velu follows his friend through the crowded streets to a
big building.
• Behind the building, there is a big garbage bin.
• Velu wonders why they are there at all.
He caught up with the girl as she was leaving the station. When
they got to the road, Velu found that the vehicles kept coming and
never stopped for anyone. Smoke and dust flew at him from all
sides, making his head spin. They had to wait for a long time before
they could find a gap to run through. Velu kept hesitating and the
girl finally dragged him to the other side.
“What do you think you’re doing? Grazing cows? If you stand
around in the middle of the road like that, you’ll be chutney.”
Velu’s heart was still beating fast. He looked back at Central
Station and the traffic speeding by. How had they managed to come
through that? They walked along the side of the road under somehuge signboards. Velu looked up at the pictures: banians, car tyres,
pens, a woman holding a box. The writing was all in English, so he
didn’t know what it meant.
The girl turned onto a wide bridge and walked up. Velu stopped
and peeped over the railing. Under him, the road ran into the city.
In the distance he could see huge buildings and towers and
more roads.
“See that big building with the wall around it? If you’re not
careful, you’ll soon be counting bars there.” The girl grinned and
pointed at a huge building.
Velu squinted and read the Tamil sign, Central Jail.
“Why? I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“You don’t have to do anything. Just don’t get caught,
that’s all.”
What does she mean, Velu wondered. Meanwhile the girl was
already heading down the bridge with the sack on her shoulder.
What was in it? He had seen her putting plastic cups into it at
the station.
“What are you carrying in that bag?”
“Things. Bottles, paper.”
Velu wondered what she was doing with them, but he felt shy to
ask any more questions.
It was still morning but the sun blasted down on the tar and
Velu’s bare feet burned. It was not like walking on a mud road. Hewas soaked with sweat. He tried hard to walk in the shade and keep
up with the girl at the same time. She walked really fast. How far
away was the food?
After almost an hour of walking, they stopped in front of a big
building. Sri Rajarajeshwari Prasanna Kalyana Mandapam read Velu
slowly. A sign with letters made of flowers said, Groom:
J. V. Vinayagan, Bride: Rani. Velu stared at the big cars parked
outside. One of the cars had a flower garland and roses taped onto it.
The girl looked around, pulled one off quickly and stuck it in her hair.
“Come on,” she said.
“Are we going to eat here?” asked Velu, looking at the huge hall
and the people inside.“Hopes!” said the girl shaking her thumb under his nose. She
led him behind the hall. There was a big garbage bin overflowing
with rubbish. Two goats were standing on the pile, fighting for a
banana leaf. A cloud of flies buzzed around their legs. There was a
rotten smell in the air. The girl picked up a squashy banana and
held it out to Velu.
“Here’s your food.”
Velu was shocked. “Are we going to eat their leftovers?”
“Chey! What do you think I am? A dog? I only take untouched
food. Here, some more, catch!” She threw him a vada. Velu looked
at it with distaste.
squashy: crushed stomach squeezed him: he was very hungry; his stomach, which was
empty, twiched and pained gulped down: swallowed quickly (without chewing)
““Come on, hero, eat it! You think I like it? I told you I’ll find you
something to eat. Don’t think I have money to buy food for you.
You’d better eat what you get until you have your own money.”
Velu hesitated, but his stomach squeezed him again. He gulped
down the banana and vada. His stomach felt better immediately.
He could have eaten at least ten times more, but the girl could find
only one more banana which she ate herself.“It’s too early, they’ve only eaten tiffin. If you’re still hungry,
you’ll have to wait for them to finish lunch. You can wait if you
want. I have to work, I’m going.” She picked up a couple of bottles
from the heap and threw it into her sack. Then she walked off.
Velu panicked. He realised that if the girl left him, he had no
idea where he was and what to do. It was better to stick to her, she
seemed to know her way around. He ran after her again.
“Aiy!” he called. He did not even know the girl’s name. “Aiy, what
is your name?” he asked hurrying behind her.
She stopped and turned around. “Oho! So you’ve been following
me around without even knowing my name. Jaya.”
“I’m not following you.”
“What then? Who got you food?”
“Can I come with you? Where are you going?”
“Come if you want. This bag is full, I have to go home to get
another one.”• There is a row of huts near some dirty puddles.
• Outside one of the huts, Jaya dumps her sack.
• Grateful to his friend, Velu thinks of the days ahead.
Jaya and Velu walked along the roads for half an hour, until they
came to a bridge across a dirty trickle of water. “We are in Triplicane
now. See, that’s Buckingham Canal,” said Jaya.Velu stared. This was a canal? Near some puddles of water was a
row of the strangest huts he had ever seen. They were built out of
all sorts of things — metal sheets, tyres, bricks, wood and plastic.
They stood crookedly and looked as if they would fall any moment.
“Is this where you live? These houses are strange!” said Velu. “In
our village, the houses are made of mud and palm leaves.”
Jaya went around to one of the huts and dumped her sack
outside. Then she picked up an empty one.
“Let’s go.”
She turned to Velu and gave him a shove. “At least help me
now. Here, wear these and come with me.”
She threw him a pair of old shoes without laces and pushed a sack
and a stick into his hands. Velu was confused. What work did she
want him to do with these things? The only work he had ever done
was on the landowner’s farm, weeding and taking cows out to graze.
“Are there any farms in the city?” he asked Jaya.She laughed and thumped her stick on the ground. “Farms!
There are no farmers here. We are ragpickers.”
“Ragpickers?”
“See my sack? Full of things I collected.”
“Collected? From where?” asked Velu.
“From rubbish bins, where else?”
“You collect rubbish?” Velu had never heard of such a thing
“Ayye, blockhead. It’s not any rubbish. Only paper, plastic, glass,
such things. We sell it to Jam Bazaar Jaggu.”
Velu was puzzled. He had heard of people throwing away rubbish.
But why would anyone want to buy rubbish?
“Who’s Jam Bazaar Jaggu? Why’s he buying all this?”
“You think he buys it for show? He sells it to a factory. Come on,
I don’t have time to waste, like you.”
Velu did not move. He hadn’t run away and come to this new
place to dig through garbage bins. Jaya poked at him with her stick.
“Look here!” she shouted. “If someone gets there before us we
don’t get anything. Don’t just stand there, posing. Big hero. I’m
trying to help you. Who filled your stomach today?”
Velu scratched his head and sighed. I’ll do it for now, he thought,
until I find a better job.
What do we learn from this story?
Running away from a problem is not a solution. Let's face it - - but being able to deal with problems with confidence, hope
To build your problem-solving skills, try to:
* Find the root cause
* Express your emotions. .
* Self Control..
Well, these things are not well understood in case of small kids but can be taught
Reply:nature vs nurture. This story demonstrates that experiences shape a persons development.
Reply:very long story. I was done reading half way when i fell asleep.
• He wanders around for hours before getting on a train to Chennai
without a ticket.
• Tired and hungry, he doesn’t know where to go when a stranger
at the station shouts a word of welcome.
WHEN the Kanyakumari Express pulled in at Chennai Central, it
took Velu some time to get off. When he finally stood on the platform,
his legs felt wobbly, as if he was still on a moving train.
“Oy, out of the way!” A porter went by with a loaded trolley. Velu
jumped aside.
He sat on a bench on the platform, putting his small bundle
down. In all his eleven years, he had never seen so many people,
except once a year at the fair in his village. People walked by,
bumping into him with their suitcases. A voice announced
something on a loudspeaker. Near him a group of people sat ontheir luggage, looking at a TV hanging from the roof. The noise
was terrible.
Velu put his head down on his knees, feeling miserable and
exhausted. He had run away from his village two days ago. For two
days he had eaten nothing but some peanuts and a piece of jaggery.
In his bundle he carried a shirt, a towel and a comb.
He had walked for most of the first day to Kanur and then got on
the train to Chennai. Velu had no money for a ticket but luckily the
ticket collector didn’t come to the unreserved compartment. He had
tried to sleep on the floor near the door. A group of men next to him
had played cards and shouted all night.
“Aiy! What, new to town eh?” called out a rough voice.
Velu opened his eyes. There were a lot of people standing around,
but nobody was looking at him.
“Here! Aiy!”
He turned around. Behind him was a girl around his own age,
wearing a long banian that came down to her knees. Her hair was
stiff and brownish and she had a huge sack on one shoulder. She
was picking up dirty plastic cups from the floor and stuffing theminto her sack. Why is she calling me, thought Velu. And why is a
girl wearing a banian?
“No need to stare stupidly. What’s your name?”
“Velu,” muttered Velu, looking away.
“So Mr Velu,” said the girl, looking at his bundle. “Run away
from home?”
Velu didn’t answer. He didn’t want to tell some strange girl what
he had done. He had run away because he couldn’t stand his father
beating him for one more day. His father would snatch away all the
money Velu and his sisters earned and spend it on drink.
“Don’t think I don’t know. This place is full of children like you.
So what are you going to do here? Become rich?”
She sat down next to him. Velu shifted away slightly.
He felt hunger pinching him and pressed his stomach with a
grimace. “Hungry?” asked the girl. “You won’t get food by sitting
here glumly, making faces. I can find some if you want.”
She picked up her sack and started to walk away. Velu
stayed on the bench. What should he do? Should he follow
this girl? Where was she going to take him? She was
disappearing into the crowd, so he had to make up his mind
quickly. Alright, he decided. Anyway I have no idea where to
go. He jumped up and ran after her. She wasn’t even looking
back to see where he was.• Velu follows his friend through the crowded streets to a
big building.
• Behind the building, there is a big garbage bin.
• Velu wonders why they are there at all.
He caught up with the girl as she was leaving the station. When
they got to the road, Velu found that the vehicles kept coming and
never stopped for anyone. Smoke and dust flew at him from all
sides, making his head spin. They had to wait for a long time before
they could find a gap to run through. Velu kept hesitating and the
girl finally dragged him to the other side.
“What do you think you’re doing? Grazing cows? If you stand
around in the middle of the road like that, you’ll be chutney.”
Velu’s heart was still beating fast. He looked back at Central
Station and the traffic speeding by. How had they managed to come
through that? They walked along the side of the road under somehuge signboards. Velu looked up at the pictures: banians, car tyres,
pens, a woman holding a box. The writing was all in English, so he
didn’t know what it meant.
The girl turned onto a wide bridge and walked up. Velu stopped
and peeped over the railing. Under him, the road ran into the city.
In the distance he could see huge buildings and towers and
more roads.
“See that big building with the wall around it? If you’re not
careful, you’ll soon be counting bars there.” The girl grinned and
pointed at a huge building.
Velu squinted and read the Tamil sign, Central Jail.
“Why? I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“You don’t have to do anything. Just don’t get caught,
that’s all.”
What does she mean, Velu wondered. Meanwhile the girl was
already heading down the bridge with the sack on her shoulder.
What was in it? He had seen her putting plastic cups into it at
the station.
“What are you carrying in that bag?”
“Things. Bottles, paper.”
Velu wondered what she was doing with them, but he felt shy to
ask any more questions.
It was still morning but the sun blasted down on the tar and
Velu’s bare feet burned. It was not like walking on a mud road. Hewas soaked with sweat. He tried hard to walk in the shade and keep
up with the girl at the same time. She walked really fast. How far
away was the food?
After almost an hour of walking, they stopped in front of a big
building. Sri Rajarajeshwari Prasanna Kalyana Mandapam read Velu
slowly. A sign with letters made of flowers said, Groom:
J. V. Vinayagan, Bride: Rani. Velu stared at the big cars parked
outside. One of the cars had a flower garland and roses taped onto it.
The girl looked around, pulled one off quickly and stuck it in her hair.
“Come on,” she said.
“Are we going to eat here?” asked Velu, looking at the huge hall
and the people inside.“Hopes!” said the girl shaking her thumb under his nose. She
led him behind the hall. There was a big garbage bin overflowing
with rubbish. Two goats were standing on the pile, fighting for a
banana leaf. A cloud of flies buzzed around their legs. There was a
rotten smell in the air. The girl picked up a squashy banana and
held it out to Velu.
“Here’s your food.”
Velu was shocked. “Are we going to eat their leftovers?”
“Chey! What do you think I am? A dog? I only take untouched
food. Here, some more, catch!” She threw him a vada. Velu looked
at it with distaste.
squashy: crushed stomach squeezed him: he was very hungry; his stomach, which was
empty, twiched and pained gulped down: swallowed quickly (without chewing)
““Come on, hero, eat it! You think I like it? I told you I’ll find you
something to eat. Don’t think I have money to buy food for you.
You’d better eat what you get until you have your own money.”
Velu hesitated, but his stomach squeezed him again. He gulped
down the banana and vada. His stomach felt better immediately.
He could have eaten at least ten times more, but the girl could find
only one more banana which she ate herself.“It’s too early, they’ve only eaten tiffin. If you’re still hungry,
you’ll have to wait for them to finish lunch. You can wait if you
want. I have to work, I’m going.” She picked up a couple of bottles
from the heap and threw it into her sack. Then she walked off.
Velu panicked. He realised that if the girl left him, he had no
idea where he was and what to do. It was better to stick to her, she
seemed to know her way around. He ran after her again.
“Aiy!” he called. He did not even know the girl’s name. “Aiy, what
is your name?” he asked hurrying behind her.
She stopped and turned around. “Oho! So you’ve been following
me around without even knowing my name. Jaya.”
“I’m not following you.”
“What then? Who got you food?”
“Can I come with you? Where are you going?”
“Come if you want. This bag is full, I have to go home to get
another one.”• There is a row of huts near some dirty puddles.
• Outside one of the huts, Jaya dumps her sack.
• Grateful to his friend, Velu thinks of the days ahead.
Jaya and Velu walked along the roads for half an hour, until they
came to a bridge across a dirty trickle of water. “We are in Triplicane
now. See, that’s Buckingham Canal,” said Jaya.Velu stared. This was a canal? Near some puddles of water was a
row of the strangest huts he had ever seen. They were built out of
all sorts of things — metal sheets, tyres, bricks, wood and plastic.
They stood crookedly and looked as if they would fall any moment.
“Is this where you live? These houses are strange!” said Velu. “In
our village, the houses are made of mud and palm leaves.”
Jaya went around to one of the huts and dumped her sack
outside. Then she picked up an empty one.
“Let’s go.”
She turned to Velu and gave him a shove. “At least help me
now. Here, wear these and come with me.”
She threw him a pair of old shoes without laces and pushed a sack
and a stick into his hands. Velu was confused. What work did she
want him to do with these things? The only work he had ever done
was on the landowner’s farm, weeding and taking cows out to graze.
“Are there any farms in the city?” he asked Jaya.She laughed and thumped her stick on the ground. “Farms!
There are no farmers here. We are ragpickers.”
“Ragpickers?”
“See my sack? Full of things I collected.”
“Collected? From where?” asked Velu.
“From rubbish bins, where else?”
“You collect rubbish?” Velu had never heard of such a thing
“Ayye, blockhead. It’s not any rubbish. Only paper, plastic, glass,
such things. We sell it to Jam Bazaar Jaggu.”
Velu was puzzled. He had heard of people throwing away rubbish.
But why would anyone want to buy rubbish?
“Who’s Jam Bazaar Jaggu? Why’s he buying all this?”
“You think he buys it for show? He sells it to a factory. Come on,
I don’t have time to waste, like you.”
Velu did not move. He hadn’t run away and come to this new
place to dig through garbage bins. Jaya poked at him with her stick.
“Look here!” she shouted. “If someone gets there before us we
don’t get anything. Don’t just stand there, posing. Big hero. I’m
trying to help you. Who filled your stomach today?”
Velu scratched his head and sighed. I’ll do it for now, he thought,
until I find a better job.
What do we learn from this story?
Running away from a problem is not a solution. Let's face it - - but being able to deal with problems with confidence, hope
To build your problem-solving skills, try to:
* Find the root cause
* Express your emotions. .
* Self Control..
Well, these things are not well understood in case of small kids but can be taught
Reply:nature vs nurture. This story demonstrates that experiences shape a persons development.
Reply:very long story. I was done reading half way when i fell asleep.
I remember my first birthday.Is it possible?
I clearly remember that I was going somewhere riding an ekka which is a horse drawn carriage, wearing a garland of scented flowers and someone was propping me up because i could not sit up by myself.I was told that it was my first birthday and I was going for the traditional blessing ceremomy.No one had told me what I remembered so clearly.
I remember my first birthday.Is it possible?
I remember mine as well....Of course it's possible.
Reply:sure, it's possible.
Reply:I believe that you can remember events that took place when you was an infant, my father told stories of remembering events such as pictures being taken of him and his sister when he was just a baby and the time his ear froze to the baby buggy when he was 9 months old. he was born in 1912.I guess the buggys were made of metal then. My older sister has a great memory also. I wish it had been passed on to me. LO I can't even remember who I went to school with.
Reply:no.
yer a liar or yer rememberin sonthin else.u cant remember yer 1st birthday.
r u a genius?do u have a super human memory.if not, then this is just a pile of very smelly bul1shit
Reply:I have a photographic memory so I recall things in great detail and can remember days after birth
Reply:Your brain remembers every single thing. Its just that you dont use all of your brain.
No seriously I'm not being sarcastic. Every single image is recorded in our brain. We use only a certain percent of its capacity (a very small percentage too). Its perfectly possible that you can remember you're birthday.
Reply:no
Reply:Of course you can remember your 1st birthday, Your brain remembers everything, its just that it gets lost in all the knowledge, plus you don't use all of your brain power. It is stored away on a back shelf in your head, Hidden in the archive of your life, but some people remember. I can't remember my 1st or 12th for that matter.lol
Reply:Well sometimes people can remember their first birthday. Just not the whole thing, just bits and pieces that we could rememeber.
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I remember my first birthday.Is it possible?
I remember mine as well....Of course it's possible.
Reply:sure, it's possible.
Reply:I believe that you can remember events that took place when you was an infant, my father told stories of remembering events such as pictures being taken of him and his sister when he was just a baby and the time his ear froze to the baby buggy when he was 9 months old. he was born in 1912.I guess the buggys were made of metal then. My older sister has a great memory also. I wish it had been passed on to me. LO I can't even remember who I went to school with.
Reply:no.
yer a liar or yer rememberin sonthin else.u cant remember yer 1st birthday.
r u a genius?do u have a super human memory.if not, then this is just a pile of very smelly bul1shit
Reply:I have a photographic memory so I recall things in great detail and can remember days after birth
Reply:Your brain remembers every single thing. Its just that you dont use all of your brain.
No seriously I'm not being sarcastic. Every single image is recorded in our brain. We use only a certain percent of its capacity (a very small percentage too). Its perfectly possible that you can remember you're birthday.
Reply:no
Reply:Of course you can remember your 1st birthday, Your brain remembers everything, its just that it gets lost in all the knowledge, plus you don't use all of your brain power. It is stored away on a back shelf in your head, Hidden in the archive of your life, but some people remember. I can't remember my 1st or 12th for that matter.lol
Reply:Well sometimes people can remember their first birthday. Just not the whole thing, just bits and pieces that we could rememeber.
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Pather Panchali -- Bengali/Hindi -- what is she saying???
Is there anyone out there who owns the film Pather Panchali and speaks either Bengali or Hindi?
There is a scene in the movie when Durga, the little girl, is planting a flower in the yard and making a prayer. The prayer goes like this (in English):
"Holy pond flower garden, who prays here at noon?"
"I am the pure maiden, Leelavati. The sister of my brother..."
"Mother Goddess, teach me. I know not how to pray"
"May I give my husband a son."
"May I die by the Ganges. Oh, Haro, of Parvati...may I always be pure."
Is there anyone who can tell me what she is saying IN BENGALI (I'm pretty sure it's Bengali). I'm not Indian myself and my knowledge of Hindi is pretty minimal, but she is speaking too fast for me to write down what she says. So far I have:
"Punyi pukhu pushhpa ke pujari dukhu vela."
("Holy pond flower garland, who prays here at noon?")
I think this is correct. Lemme know if it's wrong.
THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ANYONE WHO CAN HELP!!!
Pather Panchali -- Bengali/Hindi -- what is she saying???
Pather Panchali is in Bengali. I saw that classic years back. Based on what I know in Hindi, the word garland in your translation is not there. I hope some one who knows Bengali can give you a precise translation.
Reply:Yes, it's a Bengali film directed by Satyajit Ray
'punyi' means 'holy'
Not 'pukhu', it's 'pukur' that means 'pond'
'pushpa' means 'flower'
'mala' means 'garland'
'ke' means 'who'
'pujari' means 'the man who worships'
And it's not 'dukhu vela', it's actually 'dupurbela' that means 'noon' Report It
There is a scene in the movie when Durga, the little girl, is planting a flower in the yard and making a prayer. The prayer goes like this (in English):
"Holy pond flower garden, who prays here at noon?"
"I am the pure maiden, Leelavati. The sister of my brother..."
"Mother Goddess, teach me. I know not how to pray"
"May I give my husband a son."
"May I die by the Ganges. Oh, Haro, of Parvati...may I always be pure."
Is there anyone who can tell me what she is saying IN BENGALI (I'm pretty sure it's Bengali). I'm not Indian myself and my knowledge of Hindi is pretty minimal, but she is speaking too fast for me to write down what she says. So far I have:
"Punyi pukhu pushhpa ke pujari dukhu vela."
("Holy pond flower garland, who prays here at noon?")
I think this is correct. Lemme know if it's wrong.
THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ANYONE WHO CAN HELP!!!
Pather Panchali -- Bengali/Hindi -- what is she saying???
Pather Panchali is in Bengali. I saw that classic years back. Based on what I know in Hindi, the word garland in your translation is not there. I hope some one who knows Bengali can give you a precise translation.
Reply:Yes, it's a Bengali film directed by Satyajit Ray
'punyi' means 'holy'
Not 'pukhu', it's 'pukur' that means 'pond'
'pushpa' means 'flower'
'mala' means 'garland'
'ke' means 'who'
'pujari' means 'the man who worships'
And it's not 'dukhu vela', it's actually 'dupurbela' that means 'noon' Report It
Beltane Celebration?
Today is Beltane (Wiccan celebration). How do you celebrate it? How can I celebrate it without doing the flower garland or May pole? Only answer if you HAVE an answer to give, please.
Beltane Celebration?
Beltane
Third in the Trinity of Spring Celebrations. Decorate the home or Alter with a large bowl or vase of flowers.
Return of fertility. Wear flowers in your hair. Bonfire leaping for Good Luck.
Fire Festivals are held in honor of the Strength of the Sun God.
The Joining of Two to make a Third. This day honors the Marriage of the Lord and the Lady.
It is the Time of Children and Fairies.
Food - dairy, ice cream, oatmeal cakes, grapes/raisins, berries
Herbs - Adam and Eve Root, Agaric, Aloe, Bistort
Colors - white, bright blue, lavender, pink, yellow, rainbow colors, pastels, as well as rich colors of green, purple, blue, red
Gemstones - Emerald, Rose Quartz, Sapphire, Orange Carnelian
Visualization Stone - Smoky Quartz
Goddesses - Beltaine, May Queen, Flora
Gods - Sun, May King, Jack in the Green, Greenwood
Incense - Frankincense, Jamine, Lilac, Rose, Sandalwood, Woodruff
Make Your Own Beltane Incense - 3 parts Frankincense, 2 parts Sandalwood, 1 part Woodruff, 1 part Rose Petals or Rose Oil, a few drops of Jamine Oil
Ritual Work - Beltaine is the Strongest Holiday to Perform Friendship and Union Rituals.
If possible, hold your Rituals Outdoors near a River for Maximum Energies.
Hope this helps!
Beltane Celebration?
Beltane
Third in the Trinity of Spring Celebrations. Decorate the home or Alter with a large bowl or vase of flowers.
Return of fertility. Wear flowers in your hair. Bonfire leaping for Good Luck.
Fire Festivals are held in honor of the Strength of the Sun God.
The Joining of Two to make a Third. This day honors the Marriage of the Lord and the Lady.
It is the Time of Children and Fairies.
Food - dairy, ice cream, oatmeal cakes, grapes/raisins, berries
Herbs - Adam and Eve Root, Agaric, Aloe, Bistort
Colors - white, bright blue, lavender, pink, yellow, rainbow colors, pastels, as well as rich colors of green, purple, blue, red
Gemstones - Emerald, Rose Quartz, Sapphire, Orange Carnelian
Visualization Stone - Smoky Quartz
Goddesses - Beltaine, May Queen, Flora
Gods - Sun, May King, Jack in the Green, Greenwood
Incense - Frankincense, Jamine, Lilac, Rose, Sandalwood, Woodruff
Make Your Own Beltane Incense - 3 parts Frankincense, 2 parts Sandalwood, 1 part Woodruff, 1 part Rose Petals or Rose Oil, a few drops of Jamine Oil
Ritual Work - Beltaine is the Strongest Holiday to Perform Friendship and Union Rituals.
If possible, hold your Rituals Outdoors near a River for Maximum Energies.
Hope this helps!
Circular arrangement?
In permutation %26amp; combination chapter in my maths book i found the following
"...circular arrangement has a clockwise and anti-clockwise arrangement..."
In fact i dont understand it .
can anybody explain this stuff ?
does the above comment differ for round table sitting example and flower garland example ?
please help me to understand the above comment.
Thank you
Circular arrangement?
If items are arranged in a circle, in a certain order, then you would like to describe that order. However, one can travel two ways around a circle--clockwise and anti-clockwise. Think of placing a clock in the center of the circle of items. Usually mathematicians start numbering the items at the 12 o'clock position and then move around the circle as the hands on the clock move. This is a clockwise arrangement. If, after starting at the 12 o'clock position, you would start ordering the items by moving opposite of the hands on the clock, it would be anti-clockwise.
"...circular arrangement has a clockwise and anti-clockwise arrangement..."
In fact i dont understand it .
can anybody explain this stuff ?
does the above comment differ for round table sitting example and flower garland example ?
please help me to understand the above comment.
Thank you
Circular arrangement?
If items are arranged in a circle, in a certain order, then you would like to describe that order. However, one can travel two ways around a circle--clockwise and anti-clockwise. Think of placing a clock in the center of the circle of items. Usually mathematicians start numbering the items at the 12 o'clock position and then move around the circle as the hands on the clock move. This is a clockwise arrangement. If, after starting at the 12 o'clock position, you would start ordering the items by moving opposite of the hands on the clock, it would be anti-clockwise.
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