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Bizarre
Coincidences
Abraham Lincoln's life was
inexplicably connected by an uncanny array of coincidences - some trivial,
others tragic - to that of another assassinated US President, John F. Kennedy.
When he was shot, President
Kennedy was travelling in a Lincoln car, manufactured by Ford; President Lincoln
was in the Ford Theatre when he was shot. Kennedy was advised not to go to
Dallas by his secretary, who just happened to be called Evelyn Lincoln. Both
presidents were shot in the back of the head, while travelling with their wives
and after predicting their own deaths less than a day before. Kennedy had
earlier told his wife that no one would be able to prevent it if someone wanted
to kill him; Lincoln had earlier told one of his guards W.H.Crook that he was
convinced there were people who wanted to kill him and no one would succeed in
stopping them. Morbid pessimism, or dire prophecy?
In any event, both were
indeed assassinated: Kennedy by someone shooting from a warehouse who then ran
into a theatre; Lincoln by someone shooting in a theatre who then ran into a
storage barn. Both killers were themselves murdered too. A hundred years
separated the election of the two future presidents to Congress (1846 and 1946
respectively) and also their election to the presidency (1860 and 1960). Not
even their vice-presidents escaped this curious chain of coincidences, for both
of them were Johnsons - Lincoln's was Andrew Johnson and Kennedy's was Lyndon
Johnson.
Lincoln and Kennedy were
clearly linked by fate, but tragically, not by good fortune.
Noble
Etiquettes:
Why do we do 'Namaste'
Indians greet each with Namaste.
The two palms are placed together in front of the chest and the head bows whilst
saying the word Namaste. This greeting is for all - people younger than us, of
our own age, those older than us, friends and even strangers.
There are five forms of
formal traditional greeting enjoined in the Shastras of which Namaskaaram
is one. This is understood as prostration but it actually refers to paying
homage as we do today when we greet each other with a Namaste.
Namaste could be just a casual or
formal greeting, a cultural convention or an act of worship. However there is
much more to it than meets the eye. In Sanskrit Namah + te = Namaste. It
means - I bow to you - my greetings, salutations or prostration to you. Namaha
can also be literally interpreted as "na ma" (not mine). It has a
spiritual significance of negating or reducing one's ego in the presence of
another.
The real meeting between
people is the meeting of their minds. When we greet another, we do so with
Namaste, which means 'may our minds meet', indicated by the folded palms placed
before the chest. The bowing down of the head is a gracious form of extending
friendship in love and humility.
The spiritual meaning is even
deeper. The life force, the divinity, the Self or the Lord in me is the same in
all. Recognising this oneness with the meeting of the palms, we salute with head
bowed, the divinity in the person we meet. That is why some times we close our
eyes as we do Namaste to a revered person or the Lord - as if to look within.
From
Our Young Writers
Poetesses of Kashmir
... Master Aysh Kachru (16)
The great land of Kashmir
has been blessed with many outstanding women, who have immortalized themselves
by dint of their contribution to the history & culture of Kashmir.
This short write-up
introduces the readers to three great poetesses, who are enshrined in every
Kashmiri heart and whose songs are sung & hummed by kashmiris with love and
pride, even today.
Lalla Ded
Also known as Lalleshwari , Lal Ded
is the best known & most popular among the mystic poets & poetesses of
Kashmir. With her mystical songs, she galvanized a spiritual fervor in the 14th
century, among the masses of the valley, who were being torn by communal and
religious strife. Through her poems, she preached the monistic philosophy of
Shaivism and her service to this unique philosophy is paramount. Lal Ded’s
deep feeling for entire humanity and her past melancholic life, coalesced to
produce one of the truly towering figures in Kashmiri poetry. She sings ;
“..All evil things within
myself burnt away,
And I did replace my impure heart.
Thence I was known as the pious Lalla,
Only when I waited for His grace..."
Habba Khatoon
She has aptly been called as the
originator of Kashmiri romantic lyricism and hence known as the poetess queen of
Kashmir. While she recited one of the finest love songs in the company of her
husband, Habba Khatoon burst out with heart rendering themes, when the Mughal
Emperor exiled her husband from Kashmir. Her sentimental passions of tenderness,
devotion & love gave forth the compositions which form the very soul and
core of Kashmiri poetry of 16th. century. She gave birth to the famous ‘ LOL
‘ lyrics of Kashmir, which contain unabounding measure of music & melody
and attained overwhelming popularity among Kashmiri women folk. With a love
prompted strain, she bursts forth :
'O my beloved! Who has taken you
away from me
Why do you scorn me?
I kept the doors open till midnight,
Anticipating your return.
Your absence engulfs my body with a burning
sensation,
And my almond eyes shed woeful tears of blood..,
Return my love !!!
Arnimal
Yet another poetess of no less
fame, Arnimaal has made a grade for herself through her compositions, which have
a note of romance and love in profusion and thus perpetuate themselves. Married
to an outstanding scholar of Persian, Munshi Bhawani Das , who was as
indifferent to her as were her in-laws, Arnimaal responded with greater
intensity of love and devotion. Still, she was later forced to return to her
parents, where she passed the rest of her life. Incensed with melancholic
sentimentalism and dyspeptic with the tragedy of her own love, intense pathos
gushed out in torrents from Arnimaal’s heart, which she very movingly and
eloquently expressed in her lyrics. She wails :
'My blooming radiance has
withered into plaer,
When will he come and give his glimpse?
Folks tease me for my beloved and I suffer
excessive torture.
Alack! Who would carry my message to him,
When will he return ...'