"నమశ్శివాయ" అనగా....

 "నమశ్శివాయ" అనగా....

 

“ఓం నమశ్శివాయ” అనే మంత్రంలో  “న – మ – శి – వా – య”  అన్నపంచాక్షరాలు

ఉన్నాయి కదా….  ఆ పంచాక్షరాలను ఈ క్రింది విధంగా అర్థం చేసుకోవాలి.

 

1. ‘న’ అంటే ‘నభం’ అనగా ఆకాశము, అంతరిక్షము, శూన్యము, Space.

 

2. ‘మ’ అంటే ‘మరుత్’  అనగా మారుతం, గాలి, వాయువు, Air.

 

3. ‘శి’ అంటే ‘శిఖి’ అనగా అగ్ని, Fire.

 

4. ‘వా’ అంటే ‘వారి’ అనగా నీరు, జలము, Water.

 

5. ‘య’ అంటే ‘యజ్ఞము’  అనగా భూమి, పుడమి, ధరణి, Earth. 

 

“ఓం”  ఓంకారము  ప్రణవనాధం….  ఈ విశ్వాంతరాళాల్లొ ప్రథంగా ఉద్బవించిన ప్రథమధ్వని 

అని మన పెద్దలుచేప్పరు కదా.... అందుకే మనము ‘ఓంకారము’ తో  ఓం నమశ్శివాయ ను 

మూల మంత్రంగా జపిస్తూన్నము.

సృష్థి లేద  జీవ ఆవిర్భవామే ఈ పంచభూతాలతోనే జరగింది అన్న నిజాన్ని గ్రహించన 

మానవుడు ఓం నమశ్శివాయ  అనే మత్రంతో పంచభూతాలను ఆరాధించడం మొదులుపెట్టాడు.

మీకుతెలుసా ఈ పంచభూతాల్లొ ఏఒక్కటి లోపించిన సృష్టి లేద మన జీవన గమనం స్తంభించిపోతుందని.

Do you know about these…

 

What is the use space (శూన్యము) and how does it participate in life existence on the Earth?

We must know some of these facts about Space (శూన్యము)

Our Earth spins itself in the Space with the speed of 465 metres per second and 

completes a single spin in 23 hours and 56 minutes.  With the help of this spinning 

we feel days and nights on the Earth. 

 

Further the earth races through the space with the speed of 52 million kilometres daily

with the axis of 63^o  around the Sun. due to this we see changes in seasons during the year. 

 

Now, you can expect the importance of the Space for the existence of life on this Earth.

 

But we do not feel the movement of Earth in Space though we live on this great Earth.

 

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On The Occasion of Volleyball Tournament Inauguration

 On the Occasion of  Volleyball Tournament Inauguration

 

Ladies and Gentlemen

 

Today marks the beginning of our volley ball tournament, a celebration of skill, teamwork, and the passion that drives us all to excel in this dynamic sport. As we gather here, we are not just competitors, we are united by our love for volleyball and the spirit of sportsmanship that transcends boundaries.

 

In the arena before us, we see more than just courts and nets. We see opportunities – opportunities to push ourselves bey6ond limits, to forge friendship through fierce competition, and to inspire each other with acts of athleticism and determination.

 

Every spike, every set, and every serve represents more than points on a scoreboard. They symbolize our dedication to mastery, our commitment to teamwork, and our resilience in the face of challenges. This tournament isn’t just about winning; it’s about the journey we embark on together, the lessons we learn from victory and defeat alike, and the memories we create that will endure long after the final whistle blows.  

 

To the athletes, I say: cherish this moment. Embrace the nerves and the excitement coursing through your veins, for they are signs that you ae part of something special. Your hard work and preparation have brought you here, and now it’s time to showcase your skills with pride and passion.  

 

To the supporters and spectators, I say: your presence here today is vital. Your cheers, your applause, and your encouragement fuel the fire within these athletes. Your unwavering support lifts them up and reminds them of the community that stands behind them. 

 

Let this tournament be a testament to the values that define volleyball: respect, perseverance, and the pursuit of excellence. Let us complete with integrity, with grace, and with a relentless determination to leave everything on the court.

 

As we embark on this journey together, let us remember that it’s not just about the matches we play, but the camaraderie we share and the bonds we strengthen. Whether we stand victorious at the end or face disappointment, let us do so knowing that we have given our all and inspired others to do the same.

 

So, let the games begin! May this tournament be a showcase of skill, a celebration of sportsmanship, and a source of inspiration for all who participate and witness it. Play with hear, play with joy, and let the spirit of volleyball unite us all.

 

Thank you, and best of luck to each and every one of you!

 

 

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తెనుగు సామితలు (Telugu Proverbs with English Translations)

 తెనుగు సామితలు (Telugu Proverbs with English Translations)

 

1.     అంగట్లోఅన్నీ వున్నవి, అల్లునినోట్లో శని వున్నది.

There is everything in the shop, but Saturn is in the mouth of the son-in-law.

2.    అంధునకె అద్దము చూపినట్టు.

Like showing a blind man a looking glass.

3.    అంబలి తాగేవాడికి మీసాలు యెగబెట్టే వాడుఒకడు.

Do man that lives on porridge keep man to hold up his mustaches?

4.    అందరికి శకునచెప్పే బల్లి కుడితిలో పడ్డట్టు.

The lizard which tells the fortunes of all fell itself into the tub of rice-washings.

5.    అడకత్తేరలొ పోక. 

Like a nut in the nippers.

 

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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night - Dylan Thomas

 Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night – Dylan Thomas (1914-1952)

 

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightening they 

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Grave men near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Glossary:

 

rave:     protest

rage:     to become angry

forked:   divided

bay:      a part of the sea enveloped by curved land

grave:    serious

gay:      happy

 

Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night – Dylan Thomas

 

The present poem ‘Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night’ is not directly on death but about the arrival of death. The poet protests the arrival of death to his aged father whom he loves much.

 

The theme of the poem is not directly death but it is certainly about death. The narrator asks his dying father not to go into that good night gently. The word ‘night’ implies the eternal kingdom if Death. He loves his father and does not want him to die. The word ‘father’ metaphorically means ‘Christ’, the son of God. The poet reveres him and begs him not to go into that night gently. The dying man has the anger against death. All sorts of men do not want to go into oblivion (death). The poet categorizes them as ‘wise men’, ‘good men’, ‘wild men’ and ‘grave men’. Every time one says ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’ in an altered tone, it suggests irony, mockery and so on.

 

 Death for man is inevitable but it is certainly unwelcome. He protests it though man knows that it is certain. The narrator loves his father so much that he does not want his father to die. He asks his father to resist it and not yield to it gently. Old age is compared to the evening when day light is spent. He asks his father to protest against the dying of the light.

 

The wise men know that the day light would end and darkness would engross it, but they refuse to go gentle in that good night. The earthly ties emotively bind them to life. Good men remember their frail deeds to shudder the death. Wild men enjoy their life in the bright sun-shine and grieve when it is spent. They are unwilling to go gently into that good night. The solemn and serious though remain blind to the blazing light of their evening and seem to be happy are also unwilling to go gently into that good night. Hence, protest against the dying of the light.

 

The narrator asks his old father who is on the sad height to cure his end and bless him with his fierce tears. He urges his father not to go gentle into that good night. He wants his father to stay on.

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The Express - Stephen Spender

 The Express – Stephen Spender (1909-1998)

 

After the first powerful plain manifesto

The black statement of pistons, without more fuss

But gliding like queen, she leaves the station.

Without bowing and with restrained unconcern

She passes the houses which humbly crowd outside,

The gasworks and at last the heavy page

Of death, printed by the gravestones in the cemetery 

Beyond the town there lies the open country

Where, gathering speed, she acquires mystery,

The luminous self–possession of ships on ocean.

It is now she begins to sing–at first quite low

Then loud, and at last with jazzy madness– 

The song of her whistle screaming at curves,

Of deafening tunnels, brakes, innumerable bolts.

And always light, aerial underneath,

 

Goes the elate metre of her wheels.

Streaming through metal landscape on her lines

She plunges new eras of wild happiness

Where speed throws up strange shapes, broad curves,

And always light, aerial underneath,

And parallels clean like the steal of the guns.

At last, farther than Edinburg or Rome,

Beyond the crest of the world, she reaches night

Where only a low streamline brightness

Of phosphorous on the tossing hills is white.

Ah, like a comet through flame, she moves entranced 

Wrapt in her music no bird song, no, nor bough

Breaking with honey buds, shall ever equal.

Lying with your eyes shut, together secretly,

You and she are flung into a darkness beyond the waters of her mouth,

Where no hand can clutch and all identity is lost.

For then there is a great singing in your ears,

And your bodies are dashed together by the storms in your flesh

And generations are leaping in creation through your veins

Through the strong exultation of your heart

And in creation your heat is powerful sun,

Quickening the bud that flower silently

In the secret recesses of her body

And her heart, as a moon, draws into her tide.

And lying with her infinity,

You will begin to dream of all women:

The rectitude of their breasts in their night,

Your fingers tangled in their yellow hair in the darkness,

The scent of their flesh like the calm earth in summer,

And you will know that she is all women that have ever been,

And that like a hunger in yourself

You must continue to feed her body on your own.

 

 

Glossary:

 

the Express:        the express train

manifesto:          a public announcement of ideology

the back statement of pistons: the backward and forward movement of the pistons indicating its starting

like a queen:       train is personified as a queen

lines 13 to 14:     the movement of stumbling train is the realistically described

elate metre:        joyous rhythm

streaming through metal landscape: metallic railway track 

plunges into new eras of wild happiness: the train is compared to a ship on the sea.

crest of the world: the edge of the world

streamline:         a clear line

24 line:              the poet refers to the smoke emitted by the chimney against the yellowish sky of the sunset

wrapt in her music no bird sing: the poet implies that the singing of the bird is merged with the singing if the train. No bird sings.

 

honey buds:         in poet’s eyes the train is the most beautiful thing though it is machine. What nature is to Wordsworth, train is to Stephen Spender

 

The Express – Stephen Spender

 

The poem ‘The Express’ is typical of Spender’s art. It describes the glamour of express train, which the poet feels, is even superior to the beauty of nature. The train is viewed differently as a ship, a singer and a comet. Stephen’s idea is to show us that even simple objects like trains also be unusual and beautiful.

 

The poem starts with the departure from the station. It makes a striking move and grips the attention of onlookers by making a powerful announcement of its starting. The poet is careful to show us that the train leaves the station quietly by using phrases like ‘without more fuss’ and ‘gliding’. The pistons of the engine move forward and backward to accelerate the train. Like Queen, she passes the crowded houses on either side without stopping but with great control and dignity. Finally it passes the burial ground usually located at the outer limit of a town. The poet hints that the train is leaving the town.

 

Once train moved out of the city into the open fields, it looks like ship in the open sea. It gathers speed and passes through the open country like a ship that slides gently on the ocean.

 

To elaborate the idea of its personification the poet uses the ‘song’ to describe her whistle. The music of this song is punctuated by the rattle of the bolts and brakes while passing thorough the plains. She begins to sing at first quite slowly and harshly screaming at curves and making deafening noise at the tunnels. 

 

Though the train is made up of heavy metals yet she is as light as air. Her song has the rhythm that her wheels kept. All trains make a drum-like sound while they move swiftly over the rails. The poet says that the train is singing because it is happy. 

 

When the night falls, all that we see of the train is her smoke. She moves like a comet. Thus the train goes on through the night singing herself. It looks more beautiful than a bird or a tree with sweet flowers. It is lovelier than the bird or the tree laden with flowers. She is so much engrossed in herself moving on swiftly and majestically singing her beautiful song.

 

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To His Coy Mistress -- Andrew Marvell

 To His Coy Mistress – Andrew Marvell

 

Had we but world enough, and time,

This coyness, lady, were no crime,

We would sit down, and think which way

To walk, and pass our long love’s day.

 

Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side

Shouldest rubies find; I by the tide

Of humber would complain. I would

Love you ten years before the flood,

Love you ten years before the flood,

And you should, if you please, refuse

Till the conversion of the Jews.

 

My vegetable love should grow

Vaster than empires and more slow;

An hundred years should go to praise

Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;

Two hundred to adore each breast,

But thirty thousand to the rest;

An age at least to every part,

And the last age should show your heart,

For, lady, you deserve this state,

Nor would I love at lower rate.

 

But at my back I always hear

Time’s winged chariot hurrying near;

And yonder all before us lie

Deserts of vast eternity.

Thy beauty shall no more be found,

Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound

My echoing song; then worms shall try

That long-preserved virginity,

And your quaint honour turn to dust,

And into ashes all my lust:

The grave’s a fine and private place,

But none, I think, do here embrace.

 

Now, therefore, while the youthful hue

Sits on thy skin like morning dew,

And while thy willing soul transpires

At every pore with instant fires,

Now let us sport us while we may,

And now, like amorous birds of prey,

Rather at once our time devour

Than languish in his slow-chapped power.

Let us roll all our strength and all

Our sweetness up into one ball,

And tear our pleasures with rough strife

Through the iron gates of life:

Thus, though we cannot make our sun

Stand still, yet we will make him run.

 

Andrew Marvell was very famous writer of political verse and satire. Being a supporter of Oliver Cromwell, he was appointed as assistant Latin Secretary for the Commonwealth Government and worked with John Milton. His poems are known for their dramatic quality. As a poet, his wit and ability of image is admirable. Marvell at first wrote poems of love, nature and religion in which he mixed a delight in the pleasures of life with a simple puritan piety.

 

In the poem ‘To His Coy Mistress’ Marvell expresses man’s helplessness in relation to Time and Space; the poem begins in a note of hurry. The speaker in the poem tells his beloved that how soon time passes and how difficult it is to love leisurely. He even alerts her to tale note of paucity of time and space to love each other in a relaxed way. As love is eternal, the poet thinks of how eternity of time is required to love. 

 

The poet compares time to a winged chariot hurrying behind nearer and nearer. This consciousness of time makes envision the damaging effects of time in his beloved’s life and in his life against the preserved virginity and the respected honour.

 

Against this background the poem proposes his beloved to make the best use of youth and beauty by loving each other.

 

He compares his beloved and himself to birds of prey. Before being devoured by time he proposes that they love each other in such animalistic way that the sun should run, away even it they can not make him stand still. The poet indicates love can conquer.

 

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A Sample Speech On Volleyball Tournament

 A Sample Speech On Volleyball Tournament

 

Ladies and Gentlemen

 

Today marks the beginning of our volley ball tournament, a celebration of skill, teamwork, and the passion that drives us all to excel in this dynamic sport. As we gather here, we are not just competitors, we are united by our love for volleyball and the spirit of sportsmanship that transcends boundaries.

 

In the arena before us, we see more than just courts and nets. We see opportunities – opportunities to push ourselves bey6ond limits, to forge friendship through fierce competition, and to inspire each other with acts of athleticism and determination.

 

Every spike, every set, and every serve represents more than points on a scoreboard. They symbolize our dedication to mastery, our commitment to teamwork, and our resilience in the face of challenges. This tournament isn’t just about winning; it’s about the journey we embark on together, the lessons we learn from victory and defeat alike, and the memories we create that will endure long after the final whistle blows.  

 

To the athletes, I say: cherish this moment. Embrace the nerves and the excitement coursing through your veins, for they are signs that you ae part of something special. Your hard wqork and preparation have brought you here, and now it’s time to showcase your skills with pride and passion.  

 

To the supporters and spectators, I say: your presence here today is vital. Your cheers, your applause, and your encouragement fuel the fire within these athletes. Your unwavering support lifts them up and reminds them of the community that stands behind them. 

 

Let this tournament be a testament to the values that define volleyball: respect, perseverance, and the pursuit of excellence. Let us complete with integrity, with grace, and with a relentless determination to leave everything on the court.

 

As we embark on this journey together, let us remember that it’s not just about the matches we play, but the camaraderie we share and the bonds we strengthen. Whether we stand victorious at the end or face disappointment, let us do so knowing that we have given our all and inspired others to do the same.

 

So, let the games begin! May this tournament be a showcase of skill, a celebration of sportsmanship, and a source of inspiration for all who participate and witness it. Play with hear, play with joy, and let the spirit of volleyball unite us all.

 

Thank you, and best of luck to each and every one of you!

 

 

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SISTER HELEN - DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI

 SISTER HELEN – DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI

 

“Sister Helen” is a narrative poem by the English poet and painter Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The poem was published in 1881 as part of Rossetti’s collection titled “Ballads and Sonnets”. It tells the story of a woman named sister Helen who seeks revenge on a man named James. The poem is inspired by the ballad traditions and combines elements of Gothic horror and supernatural themes.

 

The poem begins with Sister Helen speaking to her brother, who is a priest. She tells him about her encounter with James, a man who had betrayed and abandoned her, causing her to suffer greatly. She asks her brother for guidance on how to seek revenge on James for the wrongs he has done to her.  

 

The brother advises Sister Helen to pray for James and not to seek revenge, as vengeance is not her role as a nun. However, sister Helen is consumed by anger and desire for revenge. She rejects her brother’s advice and decides to use black magic to cast a spell on James, with the help of a witch. 

 

Sister Helen and the witch gather ingredients for the spell, including a wax effigy of James, a vial of her own blood, and various herbs and potions. They perform the dark ritual, invoking supernatural forces to curse James. The ritual involves symbolic actions like melting the wax effigy and chanting incantations.

 

As the spell progresses, Sister Helen begins to experience the consequences of her actions. Her chamber becomes filled with a noxious smell, and she hears eerie sounds. She starts to have doubts and fears about the path she has chosen. The poem vividly describes the eerie and unsetting atmosphere as the ritual unfolds.

 

Eventually, the spell seems to take effect. James falls ill and is tormented by disturbing visions and hallucinations. He believes he sees Sister Helen and is haunted by her presence. Despite his suffering, he does not die immediately.

 

Sister Helen is tormented by guilt and remorse for what she has done. She realizes that her desire for revenge has led down a dark and destructive path. She prays for forgiveness and redemption, acknowledging the consequences of her actions.

 

The poem ends with Sister Helen’s brother finding her dead body in her chamber. The implications are that her attempt to seek revenge through dark magic ultimately led to her own downfall and death. 

 

The poem “Sister Helen” explores themes of revenge, morality, supernatural forces, and the consequences of one’s actions. It serves as a cautionary tale about the dangers of succumbing to vengeful desires and dabbling in forbidden powers. 

 

 

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SNAKE - D.H. LAWRENCE

 SNAKE – D.H. LAWRENCE

 

D.H. Lawrence’s poem “Snake” is complex and evocative piece that explores themes of human nature, respect for nature, and the conflict between intellect and instinct. The poem is written in first person and describes an encounter between speaker and a snake that comes to drink at the speaker’s water trough. The speaker is initially dilled with conflicting emotions of fear and fascination as they observe the snake.

 

Throughout the poem, Lawrence delves into the speaker’s thoughts and emotions, highlighting their internal struggle between the fear instilled by societal norms and the instinctual respect for nature and its creatures. The snake is depicted as majestic and ancient creature, embodying a sense of primordial wisdom and natural rhythm.

 

The turning point of the poem occurs when the speaker decides to act on their instincts and not succumb to the fear-driven impulse to kill the snake. Instead, the speaker allows the snake to drink peacefully and even consider it a kind of honoured guest. This choice represents a moment of revelation for the speaker, as they come to realize the beauty and significance of coexisting with nature without trying to dominate or destroy it. 

 

The poem concludes with a sense of regret and longing as the snake slowly retreats into the undergrowth. The speaker reflects on their own inability to fully embrace their instinctual connection with nature due to societal constraints and the conditioning of civilization.

 

In summary, “Snake” by D.H. Lawrence is a reflective and introspective poem that uses the encounter with a snake as a metaphor for exploring the tension between human intellect and primal instincts, as well as the desire to find harmony with the natural world. 

 

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