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NEW ANTHEM OF PATRIOTISM August 17, 2009

Posted by ankitpanch in Defence Services, Entertainment, India, Nation, People, Poems, Politics, Social Issues, Spirituality, Trance.
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प्यारे भारतीय भाई और बहनों,

15 अगस्त 2009, “भारतीय स्वत्न्त्रता दिवस”, आज का दिन हम सभी के लिये एक महान दिन है, जो हमें वीरों के बलिदानों की, मातूभूमि के दूधिया वात्सल्य की, और हमें हमारे राष्ट्र के प्रति कर्तव्यों की याद दिलाता है। यह वह दिन है, जिसे पाने के लिये वीरों तथा वीरांगनाओं नें अपने आंसू, खून व पसीना बहाया है, हंसते हंसते लाठियां व गोलियां खायीं हैं, इन सभी के परम त्याग से मिलकर ही हमारी धरती स्वतंत्र हो पायी है। वैसे तो एक समर्पित राष्ट्रिय नागरिक को इन सब बातों से अवगत कराना अपने में ही एक प्रकार का विरोधाभास है, परंतु फ़िर भी हम देशभक्त इसे अपना परम कर्तव्य मान के चले हैं, की एक भी ऐसा भारतीय न हो, जो स्वतंत्रता व राष्ट्रभक्ति का वास्तविक अर्थ न समझता हो व स्वतंत्रता की रक्षा के लिये तत्पर न हो। इसी पहल के अंतरगत “भारत पुनर्निर्माण संगठन” 15 अगस्त 2009 के महान दिवस की महानता से प्रेरित होकर एक देशभक्ति गीत देश व देशभक्तों को समर्पित करता है। क्रुपया कर इसे अवश्य सुनें, तथा इस गीत में निहित देशभक्त भावनाओं से प्रेरणा लेकर राष्ट्रसेवा में आगे बढ कर योगदान दें। क्रुपया कर इस संदेश को दूसरे लोगों तक अवश्य भेजें।
अगर आप इसे सुनना चाहें तो यहां क्लिक करें : जय मां जगत भारती जननी (WARNING : ADDICTIVE CONTENT)
जय हिंद
राष्ट्रसेवा में,
भारत पुनर्निर्माण संगठन

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Dear Indian Brothers and Sisters,

15 August 2009, Indian Independence Day, is a great day for all of the sons and daughters of Mighty Motherland India, this day remindes us the sacrifices of the brave sons of this soil, this day remindes us of the pious, unmoved and milky affection of the Mother India, and this day remindes us our duties towards the nation. Coming to this day was not easy, the brave freedom fighters have spilled their tears, blood and sweat, they have suffered wounds by the canes and bullets, with a smile on their face, with a hope and a will to see the Motherland India freed from the clutches of slavery. Just due to the efforts of these Brave hearts our motherland attained freedom. It may be a contradiction, to make the responsible citizens patriots of India, remember these facts, but still we patriots consider this as one of our duties, to propagate patriotism, the devotion to protect the ideals of freedom and will to preserve freedom by it self. Under this initiative “BHARAT PUNARNIRMAAN SANGATHAN” on the great day of 15th August 2009, inspired by the greatness of this holy day, dedicates a patriotic song to the Nation and National Patriots. We request to spare some time to listen to this song, and to grasp the patriotic emotions from it, and proceed towards the service of the nation. Please do forward this message to others as well.

You may want to hear it, if yes click here: Jai-Maa-Jagat-Bharti-Jan-nee (WARNING : ADDICTIVE CONTENT)

JAI HIND
In service of the nation.
BHARAT PUNARNIRMAAN SANGATHAN

Credits :

Lyricist –  Ankit Panch
Composer, Music Arranger, Programmer, Singer  – Amey Gawand
Recordist – Jayant Sadre
Recorded @ Swarsargam Digital Studio
Contributors: Tanvi Arora, Aditya, Vyshnavi, Kranti, Shashank, and all other Gentleman and Lady Patriots (GP/LP).
Special Thanks to Garima.

BLACK June 9, 2009

Posted by blessjess in Trance.
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Sprawled on the bed with her face facing the textured wall, and the legs placed for the feet to face the door. Her black clothes on the dull red background provided a contrast in which her wheatish complexion stood out. Her silky hair spread across the bed crowned her head; but a few strands which chose to go downward formed the tail of the silky black crown.

She got up and looked at the ceiling for a while and then swiftly and slowly unmounted the bed; she stood and balanced herself without much effort and her steps took her to the kitchen. The heat outside the air conditioned bedroom struck her pleasantly, she let the warmth enter her and accepted it with gratitude, the warmth was comforting. The Kitchen was dark; she switched on the light; blinked; and then switched the light off. She looked out from the glass window and saw a light in the distance among the tress. The light held her gaze and she placed herself on the warm black granite slab without averting her gaze from the light. Her breathing became heavier. A thousand thoughts crossed her mind in a minute, but the next minute there was nothing, she was nothing, except a black figure sitting on the black granite staring at the light among the tall dark tress in the distance. Time…space, nothing held any meaning for her at that time. After a while she got up, dazed, her looks were hollow, her face expressionless, she walked back to the room, back to the bed…picked up the notebook lying on the side table, stretched across her hand to pick up the pen lying on the other side of bed and wrote this.