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Remember, no men are strange, no countries Foreign
Beneathe all uniforms, a singel body breathes
Like ours:the land our brothers walk upon
Is earth like this, in which we all shall lie.
They, too, aware of sun and air and water,
Are fed by peacefuln harvests, by war's long winter starv'd.
Their hands are ours, and in their lines we read
A labour not different from our own.
Remember they have eyes like ours that wake
Or sleep, and strength that can be won
By love. In every land is common life
That all can thet full recognise and understand.
Read Full Blog...Emperor Aurangzeb banned the playing of a musical instrument called Pungi in the Royal Residence for it had a shrill unpleasant sound. Pungi became the generic name for reeded noisemakers. Few had thought that it would one day be revived. A barber of a family of professional musicians, who had acess to the Royal palace, decided to improve the tonal quality of the Pungi. He chose a pipe with a natural hollow atem that was longer and broader than the Pungi and made seven holes on the body of the pipe. When he played on it, closing and opening some of the holes, soft and melodious sounds were produced. He played the instrument before royalty and everyone was impressed. The instrument so different from the Pungi had to be given a new name.
Read Full Blog... Margie even wrote about that night in her diary. On the Page headed 17 May 2157, she wrote, " Today Tummy found a real book!"
It was a very old book. Margie's grandfather once said that when he was little boy his grandfather told him that there was a time when all stories were printed on paper.
They turn the pages, which were yellow and crinkly, and it was awfully funny to read words that stood still instead of moving the way they were supposed to- on a screen, you know. And then when they turned back to the page before, it had the same words on it that it had had when they read it the first time.
"Gee‚" said Tommy, "what a waste. When you are through with the book, you just throw it away, I guess. Our television screen must have had a million books on it and it's good for plenty more. I wouldn't throw it away."
"Same with mine," said Margie. She was eleven(11) and hadn't seen as many telebooks as Tommy had. He was thirteen(13).
She said, "Where did you find it?"
"In my house."He pointed without looking, because he was busy reading. "In the attic."
"What's it abouy?"
"School."
Margie was scornful."School?What's there to write about school? I hate school."
Margie always hated school, but now she hated it more than ever. The machanical teacher had been giving her test in geography and she had been doing worse and worse until her mother had shaken her head sorrowfully and sent for the County Inspector.
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I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace of comes dropping slow
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's are a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnest's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear the lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
Read Full Blog...[Evelyn Glennie Listens to Sound without Hearing it]
Rush hour crowds jostle for position on the underground train platform. A slight girl, looking younger than her 17 years, was nervous yet excited as she felt the vibrations of the approaching train. It was her first day it the prestigious Royal Academy of Music in London and daunting enough for any teenager fresh from a Scottish farm. But this aspiring musician faced a bigger challenge then most: she was profoundly deaf.
Evelyn Glennie's loss of hearing had been gradual. her mother remember noticing something was wrong when the 8 years old everyone was a waiting to play the piano. They called her name and she didn't move. I suddenly realised she hadn't heard, says Isabel Glennie. For quite a while Evelyn managed to conceal her growing deafness from friends and teachers. But by the time she was eleven her marks had deteriorated and her headmistress urged her parents to take her to a specialist. It was then discovered that her hearing was severely in impaired as a result of gradual nerve damage. They were advised that she should be fitted with hearing aids and sent to a school for the deaf. "Everything suddenly looked black‚" says Evelyn.
But Evelyn was not going to give up. She was determined to lead a normal life and pursue her interest in music. One day she notice playing a girl playing xylophone and decided that she wanted to play is it too. Most of the teachers discouraged her but percussionist Ron Forbes spotted her potential. he be can buy turning to large in drum sir to different notes. "Don't listen through your ears," he would say, "try to sence it some other way." Says Evelyn, "Suddenly I realised I could feel the higher drum from the waist up and the lower one from the waist down." Forbes repeated the exercise, and soon Evelyn discovered that she should certain notes in different parts of her body. "I had learnt to open my mind and body to sounds and vibrations." The rest was sheer determination and hard work.
She never looked back from that point onwords. She tourned the United Kingdom with a youth orchestra and by the time was a sixteen(16), she had decided to make music her life. She auditioned for the Royal Academy of Music and scored one of the highest marks in the history of the Academy. She gradually from orchestral work to solo performances. At the end of her 3 year course, she had a captured most of the top awards.
And for all this, Evelyn won't accept any hint of a heroic achievement. "If you work hard and no where you are going, you'll get there." And she got right to the top, the world's most sought-after multipercussionist with a mastery of some thousand instruments, and hectic international schedule.
It is intriguing to Shivling functions of effortlessly without hearing. In our two-hour discussion she never missed a word. "Men with bushy beards give me trouble," she loughed "It is not just watching the lips it's
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