Thursday, November 17, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Where people think BIG ; Story of Barefoot
What is the best form of communication in the world today? Television? No. Telegraph? No. Telephone? No....
Tell-A-Woman!
Watch as Bucker Roy from India, speaks of the Barefoot Movement, how children are trained to think big, where women who are grandmothers from destitute areas turn out to become Solar Engineers.
"you don't have to look for solutions outside... you have to look within, look at the people around you.."
Tell-A-Woman!
Watch as Bucker Roy from India, speaks of the Barefoot Movement, how children are trained to think big, where women who are grandmothers from destitute areas turn out to become Solar Engineers.
"you don't have to look for solutions outside... you have to look within, look at the people around you.."
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
I Pretend To Smile.
Turn off the light.
There is no need to see
me hurt,
If ever I did
It was, for a while
Don't trouble yourself
There're people outside
Waiting, listening...
hovering over
the new roses,
I had planted last night
And then, roses have
thorns...
Should I have known?
What keeps you busy
Does not keep me busy
It keeps them,
those outside, busy
Come tomorrow
They'll ask me about
The dark patches
The sulk
The shame
In one word, the struggle.
And then, they'll say
'Lovely roses, no? '
'Do you mind?'
Go, go ahead.. I'd say
Watching them breath in
My shame,
My self, my hurt.
'Even roses aren't perfect,
you know,
they've got thorns'.
There is no need to see
me hurt,
If ever I did
It was, for a while
Don't trouble yourself
There're people outside
Waiting, listening...
hovering over
the new roses,
I had planted last night
And then, roses have
thorns...
Should I have known?
What keeps you busy
Does not keep me busy
It keeps them,
those outside, busy
Come tomorrow
They'll ask me about
The dark patches
The sulk
The shame
In one word, the struggle.
And then, they'll say
'Lovely roses, no? '
'Do you mind?'
Go, go ahead.. I'd say
Watching them breath in
My shame,
My self, my hurt.
'Even roses aren't perfect,
you know,
they've got thorns'.
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