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munna219777
28557 Points
January 2018
There used to be TV serial on comic character "Chacha Chaudhary"
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debarghya89
7343 Points
January 2018
@munna219777
The sun would rise around 5:45 am in Port Blair & set at 5:30 pm
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indianFootballFan
India
4496 Points
January 2018
Anybody planning tonwatch Padmawat???
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thebeautifulgame
Durgapur,India
30700 Points
January 2018
Replying to
@Deb_Ban
's comments in the Tollygunge Agragami thread on digging.
I recently taught the poem "Digging" by the famous Irish poet, Seamus Heaney, to my students.
Here it is:
Digging
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.
Under my window, a clean rasping sound
When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:
My father, digging. I look down
Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds
Bends low, comes up twenty years away
Stooping in rhythm through potato drills
Where he was digging.
The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft
Against the inside knee was levered firmly.
He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep
To scatter new potatoes that we picked,
Loving their cool hardness in our hands.
By God, the old man could handle a spade.
Just like his old man.
My grandfather cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner’s bog.
Once I carried him milk in a bottle
Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up
To drink it, then fell to right away
Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods
Over his shoulder, going down and down
For the good turf. Digging.
The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap
Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
Through living roots awaken in my head.
But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I’ll dig with it.
Quite a different sort of digging, isn't it?
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Ashkaul5
Jammu
849 Points
January 2018
Fringe on run near my house
4 KMS away .
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Ashkaul5
Jammu
849 Points
January 2018
Income inequality has actually reduced in India in 2017
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namewtheld
Kolkata
5665 Points
January 2018
Any recommendations for food places to visit in Hyderabad apart from Paradise? My stay is at Begampet.
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atuljg
Trivandrum
3986 Points
January 2018
edited January 2018
Srikanya Comfort - Somajiguda Circle,
Kritunga - Near NIMS, Panjagutta
Bawarchi - RTC Cross Road
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namewtheld
Kolkata
5665 Points
January 2018
Thanks Atul.
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Carbon_14
Bengaluru
4771 Points
January 2018
Kritunga is over spicy, right?
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I recently taught the poem "Digging" by the famous Irish poet, Seamus Heaney, to my students.
Here it is:
Digging
Quite a different sort of digging, isn't it?
4 KMS away .
Kritunga - Near NIMS, Panjagutta
Bawarchi - RTC Cross Road