She is the god of food plants and motherly love. Particularly growing of cereals. Pronunciated as Keres. She was daughter of Saturn and Ops, wife-sister of Jupiter, mother of Proserpina from Jupiter and sister of Juno, Vesta, Pluto and Neptune. According to the mythology, she wanted Jupiter to place Sicily in heavens, as a result there was a constellation named after the triangular shape and old name of Sicily, it was named Triangulum. Her cult was overlaid by that of Demeter, who was worshipped in Greece and Sicily. According to the tradition, her cult was introduced into Rome in 496 BC to check famine. She had twelve minor god
Vervactor : Who turned fallow land.
Obarator: He plowed surface.
Occator : The harrower
Sarritor : He removed weeds.
Subruncinator : Who thinned out.
Messor : The harvester
Conuector : Who carted
Conditor : He stored
And
Promitor : He Distributed
And her Greek equivalent is Demeter. Ceres made up a trinity with Liber and Libera, who were two other agricultural gods.
So as this year ends, as we always do, look back and see what all god things happened to us. This time I’m not going to do hat. Instead I was thinking of songs which moved something or other inside me. So I decided to sort out only 10 songs from each category. First are my top 10 favorite songs 1: Kaminey : Dhan Te Dan 2:Dev D : Emosanal Attyachar 3: Delhi 6 : Dil Gira Kahi Dafatan 4: Wake up Sid : Ektara 5: Kurbaan : Shukran Allah/Kurbaan Hua(title track) 6: Delhi 6 : Masakali 7: Love Aaj Kal : Twist 8: Blue : Blue (title track) 9: Ajab Prem ki Gazab Kahani : Tera Hone Laga Hun 10: London Dreams : Man ko Ati Bhave Sayiya
Now to there were some movies which I really liked because of their unconventional stories and plot, and of course actors did good job
1: Kaminey I liked this movie because of very obvious reason and which is that this movie is really too good. The story was different, the acting was different, the characters were different, the music was exceptional, direction was at par. What more can anyone say about this movie, be it the song Dhan Te Dan, or be it the psychopath behavior of Mikhail and Bhope Bhau. The planner Tashi don or the ambitious Charlie, innocent Guddu and totally in love Sweety. The whole plot was so very tight. Atleast I found no loopholes. In summary, awesome movie, with a Hollywood touch and Bollywood story.
2: Dev D Do I need to say anything about this movie. If you haven't seen this movie then you lost something in 2009. Go ahead and watch this movie. Abhay Deol has again done something different from the same boring main stream cinema, and portrays himself as spoiled brat of a rich dad. The guy is on drugs, on lust, the perfect blend of a guy who loves himself, The Devdas. His movies have always been exceptional, be it Manorama Six Feet under, which wasn't even noticed.
3: Love Aaj Kal The ultimate copy of today's lifestyle and youth's relationship. People now celebrate break-up's rather than what used to be anniversary,be it meeting day or even the day when they saw each other for first time. Reel back in time a little more and there used to be grace in love.The shy girl who stole glance between her dupatta or from her fathers shoulder. The boy who was ever so very nervous to talk to girl, leave alone asking her out. Director Imtiaz Ali showed very beautifully how love ceased to exist actually as love.
4: Wake up Sid Ranbir has matured a quite lot after Sawariyaan and Bachna Aae Haseeno. He did a good job in this movie, playing a son of rich dad, who struggled a lot in his life, and wants to take his life seriously. But Sid has some other plans. What charmed me was Ranbir's skills and dialogue delivery. Which almost shadowed Mighty Konkana's. Amit Trivedi's music has always been a high. 5: 13B It was such a risk. This movie was the most different in 2009. This was a horror movie. This genre which has been almost untouched by people since late 80's. The story line is gripping and when you get to know the real story, you might say "It was there, why didn't I see it coming." A daring concept which was well portrayed. Madhavan will have been given credit as he really did good. 6: Delhi 6 After Many days which dealt with Hindu-Muslim relationship, and in very heart of country, Delhi. Sonam Kapoor did well. Same goes to her, she's more matured than she was in Sawariya. The main attraction besides the story line was A R Rahmans music, which covered all flavors.
7: 3 Idiots Wow! simply wow! Whoever said this was a copy of the book 5 point someone, go and see it. Its well written, well acted, well directed. Its rightly shown that how pressure on young brina s can lead to serious step in life, and how doing what you want will lead to excellence, not success. Do whatever, never forget the matra "All Izz Well!! 8: All the Best All laugh and no brians make the movie "All the Best", so no comments. It was funny as hell.
9: Luck by Chance Farhan Akhtar always does something diffrent, so he did in this as well. The struggle of struggling actor, was not unknonw to us, but what was unknown that even friends for success can become foes. Music was exceptional. My personal favorite was "Sapno se bhare". 10: Dasvidaniya A very shy Amar Kaul, when starts living as he wanted, things changed. Vinay Pathak showed in perfect manner how shuold one live life as he wants, and not wait some tragedy to tell you how many days you have left with. A very touching concept with mind blowing performances
Top ten movies which I don’t know why were made. Either of extra money or extra time they had. 1: Chandni Chowk to China Why Akshay Kumar, Why?
2: Victory Errr...who was in this movie? Was it Harman?
3: Dhoondte Reh Jaaoge Yeah am still finding it. 4: Ek –The Power of One I thought Bobby Deol ritired
5: Kal Kisne Dekha Am asking "yeh movie kisne dekha?"
6: Dil Bole Hadippa Rani was simply too old for Sahid, wake up people.
7: Aloo Chaat No comments
8: Paying Guest If you have extra money, donate it, PL lease do not waste it.
9: Kambakkht Isqh Even introduction of Sylvester Stallone didn't help.
Save me! Save me from my memories the stuff is new kinda blue,i feel whenever these memories flow back creeping under my skin overcome life,near death save me , save me from my memories as i remember to forget
rumors create vortex bring back the failure to me the place i was meant to be the stuff is odd i got caught,awful it is awful looks me overcome stress,save me save me from my memories as i remember to forget
the pain give me to write on something i can set my sights on the stuff is cold bold ,and old save me,at least try save me from my memories.. as i forget to remember
YouTube introduced a new feature in itself. Guess what, it’s now 3d! Yes finally this feature is available. It awesome for those who are big fan of 3d, include me. For beginners starting with basics,
Q: What is 3D? A: A 3D video is another type of video where you will get a feel of it being real.
Q: So what’s special about it? I find 2D videos real as well, like the one with baby laughing. A: Yes that’s real as well, but in 3D you will feel like you are in there, with them, your baby for instance.
Q: Where will I get glasses for it? A: That’s catch 22; YouTube is providing this feature without glasses as well! Here’s a demo http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6RFuRY7azgA at the right bottom of video you will find a drop down menu (don’t ask me what’s that, please). If you have glasses, not problem, if you don’t, then also no problem, you can select Cross-eyed and then adjust your eyes for the fun. Another question can be what is cross-eyed and how one does it. Well actually cross-eyed is a defect of vision, where alignment of eyes is not proper, see---------------------------->
But not to worry, you can try this and it won’t harm you, you might have difficulty doing it, but you will succeed for sure. Let me tell you how to be cross-eyed
Step 1: The image, I hope you can do that. No not with Photoshop, with your eyes, just try to focus behind it, far away. This way you will get four different blurred images. Keep your head straight. Step 2: Now again slowly start to focus on the original image, but wait don’t fully relax your eyes. Keep your head straight. Step 3: Probably you can make out which image is being made by what eye. Overlap the left image of right eyes and right image of left eye. And now more slowly try to get a focus on the overlapped images. Remember to keep you head straight. Done! Voila! You get a 3D image, fully alive. At first you will have some trouble in adjusting and the image might break again and again, because your head is not steady or you reached to touch the screen. Dont pressure too hard, you might look like this--------------------------->
Bellona is said to be the one of those gods whose presence was ominous. In short she was called numinous gods of Roman. She is also supposed to accompany Romans with them in wards and battles.
Her name is derived from the Latin word for “war” or “bellum”. Earlier she was called Duellona which was more ancient word for “war”.
Since she is said to accompany Romans in war, she was said to be either sister, wife or daughter of Mars. She had a great importance politically. Whenever there was war strategy to be discussed they were done in Temple of Bellonae or Temple of Bellona. In Greek mythology she has been identified as Enyo. Bellona is also identified with Mars’s female cult partner Nerio.If we look at Greek mythology about Enyo, then we come to know that she was child of Zeus and Hera. Enyo had a child with Ares (Mars), Enyalius, who was also god of war, but a minor. If you pay attention to her picture, you might notice she has worn an armour.
Yes, she was no one for me, just a stranger on this strange night, which was fading fast now. There were smooth blue in sky now instead of the darker one. Finally the night was falling off my shoulders. Her story was one tragic ones, which reminded of a song from band called Puddle of Mudd, she fucking hates me. I loved that song completely, however never got to sing that song, cause there was never a ‘she’ in my life, fortunately. Anyway, who wants a ‘she’ and what if ‘she’ turns out like ‘her’? I was self amused by this thought, but then again charged myself guilty of laughing at her situation. I turned back and asked her finally.
“Why did you got into a relation when you knew he didn’t have guts to stand besides you?”
“Yes, go ahead blame me. It’s entire my fault. Tell me how do you know about a person’s trait and personality, risk taking capability.”
“But you said, you were in relation for two years. That’s a long time to get to know a guy, right?”, “and I’m not at all blaming you, here you have been a victim of circumstances. And certainly because of people.”
“I think you are right, it was my fault, and I was so blinded by his promises and fake love that I couldn’t see his real. I was always in a dream world.” She continued, like she was delivering a speech. “He always laughed at me, went out with me, and even was not afraid like other men who are afraid of being looked with a girl in crowd. We met more than two times a week taking time for each other from our busy schedules. Called each other before sleeping, cared so much for each other. If one was down with fever the other would run for medicines and be there even before needed.”
“And your parents knew?”
“No, they were doubtful till yesterday.”
All of sudden she started to collect herself. As if she was feeling guilty of sharing personal thoughts with me. It used to happen with me few years ago, when I was conscious of ‘what-might-people-think-about-me’ and ‘‘I’m-a-closed-book, no-one-shall-ever-reach-me.’ , this stopped when I sat one day one a night like this, with a cup of coffee and of course cigarettes. Today was different. I tried to console her saying “Don’t worry I won’t judge you, I can’t simply judge you. If you want to continue, please do.” It was her turn to get surprised. After all I read her thoughts twice this night.
Yes, she was no one for me, just a stranger on this strange night, which was fading fast now. There were smooth blue in sky now instead of the darker one. Finally the night was falling off my shoulders. Her story was one tragic ones, which reminded of a song from band called Puddle of Mudd, she fucking hates me. I loved that song completely, however never got to sing that song, cause there was never a ‘she’ in my life, fortunately. Anyway, who wants a ‘she’ and what if ‘she’ turns out like ‘her’. I was self amused by this thought, but then again charged myself guilty of laughing at her situation. I turned back and asked her finally. “Why did you got into a relation when you knew he didn’t have guts to stand besides you?” “Yes, go ahead blame me. It’s entire my fault. Tell me how do you know about a person’s trait and personality, risk taking capability.” “But you said, you were in relation for two years. That’s a long time to get to know a guy, right?”, “and I’m not at all blaming you, here you have been a victim of circumstances. And certainly because of people.” “I think you are right, it was my fault, I was so blinded by his promises and fake love that I couldn’t see his real. I was always in a dream world.”
Romans knew him as Bacchus but he was better known as Dionysus in Greek mythology. He was god of wine, vegetation and fruitless. Majorly known as god of wine and ecstasy. His worship was introduced into Greece from Asia Minor, and he became one of the most important of the Greek gods, but his cult remained associated with that of many Asian deities.
He was son of Zeus and Semele; he was brought up by Maenads, or Bacchantes. Another myth about him is that he is son of Zeus and Persephone. Interesting fact about his birth is that when Semele was pregnant, Hera, the jealous wife of Zeus, discovered the affair and befriended her, appearing as old crone. Semele not knowing that she was Hera, confided in her that the child was of Zeus. Now since Hera’s work of planting doubt in her mind was successful, Semele went to Zeus and asked him to prove himself to be her lover, which was almost like a scandal. Zeus didn’t wanted to, but did finally, but there’s a twist, mortals couldn’t see Zeus without dying, so Semele has to die. And she that with flare, eating up the lightning ignited flame.
But Zeus rescued the child, Dionysus and sewed him into his thigh. And so Dionysus was, after a few months later, called “the twice born”.
When he grew up, he rescued his mother from Hades, and then she became goddess on Mount Olympus with a new name Thyone. This was no other than Persephone. It is as well a myth like being the original mother of Bacchus or Dionysus.
Bacchus is also considered as “man-womanish”. Later in Rome there was a secret society called Bacchanalia which was only attended by women, later men were also allowed.
Aurora was goddess if dawn. Her Greek counterpart is Eos. Hesiod said she was daughters of Titans, Hyperion and Theia. Since she was goddess of dawn it was said that she renews every morning and announce the arrival of sun, his brother, Helios who was later associated with Apollo. She also had a sister, Luna or the moon. Aurora had four children’s, the Anemoi or the winds. These Anemoi’s were wind gods and were responsible for change in climate and seasons. They were
Boreas : North wind and commander of cold winter air.
Notus : South wind and late summer and autumn
Zephyrus : West wind and ruler of spring and early summer breezes.
And
Eurus : The east wind and very different from all the above three. He was however only mentioned later by poets in poetry and their stories.
Coming back to Aurora, she appeared in Latin poetry as lover of prince of Troy, Tithonus. The funny thing was that Tithonus was mortal and Aurora a god, so she asked Zeus for his immortality. Zeus granted her wish, but she completely failed to understand her mistake by not asking for eternal youth as well, resulting, Tithonus grew older till eternity till Aurora herself turned him into grasshopper. Ladies you know!
She said nothing, which meant that she believed me to be at her side, good for me. Silence prevailed for few moments, which I utilized to look at my watch. It had its loose arms at 5:30 am. My dad always said that I should get a digital clock as I always made mistake in finding difference between 4:30 and 5:30, it always looked similar to me. Today it didn’t. Today was different.
“Yes, I told them, but it wasn’t much help, you see life isn’t always fair.”
“But wasn’t it’s your life; I mean you have to decide whom you want to live with and all.”
“Big deal!”
Quite taken aback, I said, “What? Why do you say that?”
The same looks in her eyes and a little sarcastic smile this time on face.
“Have you ever been in love?”
People say women are unpredictable, I’ meeting one right now. She just surprises me every passing moment. This time, little attacking on me.
“No”
“Do you love someone? At least, I mean even have crush on someone.”
“Umm…err…well…there have been crushes, but I don’t think now it’s still there. Why do you ask?”
“How you would you feel when everyone in the world you know betray you, starting from the person you love the most? Believe me its disgusting feeling. It feels like you have been stripped from every right of being a human, let alone being a daughter, sister and lover.”
“What happened exactly, what made you to leave your home forever? If you want to talk about it?”
She picked the water bottle again to her lips. The pinkish lips. She took few large gulps. This reminded me of my boss. He did exactly the same when he was about to give a presentation. I hated myself at very this moment, here was a girl who has just left her home forever and I was comparing her with my boss.
“I was betrayed by some of my own people. The person with whom I was in love for 2 years, he didn’t had guts to stand beside me, my parents who wanted to sell me to some rich guy in pretext of marriage. I so hate them all right now. I actually now loath myself because I have been with them , living with them, tried to be with them when they were down, when they needed someone’s shoulder to cry on. And what did I gain out of it? This day? This loneliness and betrayal and…and… my this life which stays ahead of me.”
I quietly said to myself, “Pretty fucked up.”
“Yeah, it is, pretty fucked up. I don’t know why I was blinded by what that I couldn’t see the characters of those people. Was I a burden for them? Why did they wanted to get rid of me?”
“I guess they didn’t to know you better. They didn’t know your importance or maybe they are just smaller being, worthless cheap guys.”
I didn’t knew why I was angry actually on her parents and that stupid guy with whom she was in relation for two year, and that’s too long for me. She was no one for me. Just a stranger.
Apollo was the chief god of Romans. He was most important and diverse god. He was recognized as god of light, sun, truth, prophecy, archery, medicine and healing, music, poetry arts and much more, isn’t this more for one god to handle? Anyway, he handled them all. This Apollo has always been symbolized as a clean shaven man, only he was clean shaven in all of Roman gods.
Apollo was son of Zeus and Leto. You know Zeus but there is little interesting fact about Leto. When she was pregnant, jealous Hera, older sister and wife of Zeus, banned her from giving birth on land. Then she, Leto found a piece of land, Delos, which wasn’t attached to ocean floor, so it wasn’t consider land, finally she found one and gave birth to Apollo and Artemis. Apollo was an oracular god, someone from you get advices about your future, same stuff. Medicine and healing were associated with either him or through his son, but he was called the in-charge. He was seen as the one who could bring ill-health, sickness, plague etc. He was leader of Muses, people who were interested in poetries and songs. He was god of sun and so his sister Artemis was goddess of moon. His love life was poor. The fleeing Daphne became a laurel tree; the unfaithful Coronis was shot by Artemis, and Cassandra, who rejected him, was doomed to utter true prophecies no one would believe.
He communicated the will of his father Zeus, made humans aware of their guilt and purified them of it, presided over religious and civil law. He was also identified with Helios, the sun god. Apollo’s son was Asclepius. He was related to healing and medicine as well. Surprisingly his daughter’s names are what we use today as well. Hygieia (health), Iaso(Medicine), Aceso(Healing), Aglaea(Healthy glow) and Panacea(universal remedy). Even the rod of Asclepius remains a symbol of medicine today, the snake entwined staff.
Again I realized my stupidity “I’m sorry, that’s none of my business.”
This all came as a super shock to me, I wasn’t expecting my companion in this lonely night to be someone this, but slowly everything began to make sense, the sudden appearance, the ever bowed head, the mehndi design on her hand, the extra kohl in her eyes, which she carefully wiped so that it might not spread because of her tears. I was surprised at myself and all the male population out there. What one earth could make a girl in early 20’s with such soft features, to come in this chilly night all alone, risking herself to chill of night and unknown person at this hour. How could she do that, must be something terrible.
“I didn’t want to marry to someone I don’t love.”
This time she had my full attention, “Oh! Your parents were forcing you to marry someone?”
Finally she lifted her head to look into my eyes, “Yes.”
She looked pale, even at this dark hour and in street lamp light I could say she was feeling weak.
“Do you want something to eat? You look tired and weak.”
“No thanks, I’m fine now, thanks for water but, I needed it.”
“Can I ask you something? If you won’t mind? You can just say if you don’t want to answer.”
“Go on, I won’t mind anything today, at least, saw many faces today, real faces.”
“If you didn’t wanted to get married why didn’t you talk your parents out it?”
Again a wave of rage swept in her, “what do you think I’m enjoying this cold weather and I have a habit of leaving home every Saturday?”
Her mention of day made me realize that I was due Monday in office at my table dealing with those files which my senior gave to me. It was actually his work. I was shocked and with that shock went into my thought of office and files. She brought me back to earth.
“I’m sorry; I’m just a bit ruffled.”
“Huh! Okay, it’s okay; I can understand your position. And I’m asking you such stupid question, of course you might had told them but still they forced you, sort of.”
After finishing my colossal statement I realized that I went over board and now I’m accusing her parents. I don’t know what this might had effect on her, whether she was happy that I’m on her side or whether she was furious on me for accusing people who made her what she was today. Sooner or later I had to take the flake for just now what I did.
Roman mythology is very interesting, the fact that it was later adopted by Greek mythology and then because of this Greek mythology, roman mythology gained its importance and fame. Much of the Greek mythology was borrowed from Romans. And the rise of Roman Gods should be given to the awesome Greek history. The basic of Roman mythology is based upon twin brothers Romulus and Remus. They were sons of Vestal Virgin Rhea Silvia, fathered by the god of war, Mars. Vestal Virgin means virgin holy priestesses of Vesta, the goddess of hearth. And it’s hard to believe that Rhea Silvia is said to be raped by Mars, then she conceived Romulus and Remus. But before getting to know about roman gods, let’s get to know a little of Rome itself. Rome was formed literally by decision of birds. One day when they wanted to decide who would rule Rome in future, they both stood on hill, Romulus on one and Remus on another, since birds stared circling at Romulus head, he was declared king, and both named the city, Rome. Romulus didn’t stop only at naming the city, but made Legions and Senate. Not only that, he even abducted women from neighboring city of Sabine tribes. This led to mixing up of Sabine and Romans into one people. Romulus further expanded the Roman Empire and was one of the greatest conquerors. After his death he was given a god status and named as Quirinus, the divine persona of the Roman people. This again brings us to Roman gods. Let’s meet some of them….
But then something in me told that there was no point in having a conversation that I knew was a complete white lie. I had an urge to tell her that if she told me the truth I won’t kill her or won’t publish in a newspaper etc. I created a gap between reply which was filled with her silence and lies. I was equally responsible for her lies, because I was supporting her by giving her ideas and making it easier for her. Between all this thought I completely forgot about the main fact, why was she lying after all. After stubbing out my cigarette I looked at her and asked her
“You comfy? Is there something bothering you?”
“No, I mean yes, I mean am comfortable and nothing is bothering me.”
“Sure? You look a little bit ruffled and sort of troubled. I mean apart from being stranded on this rickety bus stop with a weird stranger who smokes and talks a lot over top of it, the stranger is male. I don’t know I felt like, you know, pareshaan types, like something bothering you.”
She sighed heavily as if I have spoken something of her vanity with huge disrespect. This was strange reaction I was getting from her.
“No. It’s just too cold.”
It meant “keep your mouth shut.”
“Okay, but just incase, wanted you to know that I mean you no harm, possibly can’t do anything and I am really going to Kanpur.”
I indicated her that I already knew that she was lying. Then went back to what I was doing, absolutely nothing. But at least I had something to think of, this lady, whose name was still a mystery and she had my water bottle. But when I think from her point of view I find it right, how many times did I ever talk with stranger telling them I hadn’t had bath for two days because of cold Delhi, so why should she tell me her secrets. But night had something more in package for me, so tables turned this time again and this was after quiet 20mins.
“Err…you know…I actually left home today.”
“What?”
“I…err…ran away.”
“What?”
More softly “I left home forever.”
This time she again mistook my ‘what’s’ the first one was because I was in my thoughts and she suddenly said something, the second was in disbelief and the third one was coming but I controlled it hard and said
Time blew between us like the smoke was on me. I didn’t have nerve to ask her again, nor was I interested in anymore in talk-with-strangers-on-tour. I was more interested in the half moon and little clouds, which carelessly hung in sky. For a moment I thought it would be nice wallpaper for my laptop. This thought actually triggered a guilt wave in me, of not giving credit to nature of its beauty. If this scene was observed by any other person, like poets or writers they would have certainly described beautifully it as velvet coated night with shiny pearls in it as stars and the most brightest diamond kept on top, or those clouds would better symbolized as blanket of night as moon lay asleep in cold. But as thoughts came to me, they were broken by soft voice. “Sorry” she said, “Sorry?” replied I, she replied “I am sorry for being rude.” Actually my ‘sorry’ was for not getting what she said for the first time, she mistook it for my gratitude, like I didn’t knew why she was sorry for. But I liked it, finally getting someone to talk.
“No problem, its okay.”
“But I’m sorry”
“It’s okay”
Then unexpectedly she turned and again went back to what she was doing, looking hard for something in ground. I thought finally I got her to talk. I felt and urge to try my luck again, so asked her clearly
“You going to Kanpur?”
“Yes”
“But the bus doesn’t come until 5 in morning, and its growing colder every moment.”
“Yes”
“Do you want some water?”
Here I was expecting another yes and I was already out of questions. And I don’t why I asked this stupid question, but it worked well and did something good.
“Yes please, if you have extra bottle.”
“Ya I do have an extra bottle, you can keep it, we still have a few hours to kill. Want something to eat as well?”
We walked towards each other and I would remember the moment I gave her my water bottle (extra) would be like when some important documents are being exchanged by ambassadors of different countries after a long tiring meeting.
“Thank you, err…..where are you heading to?”
“Kanpur, I’m stuck in my vacations. What about you?”
Silence prevailed for another 5 mins.
“I’m visiting some friends in Agra, just casual one.”
Agra? Isn’t this just besides Delhi, one can start in morning, and no need for standing here in chill of night, I suspected something wrong. Didn’t say so at first, actually didn’t wanted to spook her that I’m suspecting her of something. She seemed genuine to me. I still don’t know why. It was my turn for little ‘hmm’
“Hmm...…”
It was awkward to say something else than travel plans because that was the only thing common in us. More awkward because I knew she lied.
“And where you are from? Delhi?”
I gave her option, making it easier for her to lie more.
