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##29 (Vivekananda) A Study Tour of India
Starting from the North
Up to the tail end of the South,
Narendra took a study tour
Of different places all over.
He moved from Alwar
And arrived at Jaipur.
To study Sanskrit grammar
From the pundits there.
From Jaipur to Ajmer
He moved thereafter,
And saw the greatness
Of the past Muslim rules.
Against the wishes
Of a few orthodox Hindus,
He took his meals
With some Muslim officials.
From Ajmer he went
To Mount Abu and met
The Maharaja of Khetri
Who later became a devotee.
Maharaja asked for a boon
Of a male heir to the throne.
With the blessing of God,
The same Swamiji granted.
From Khetri he went
All the way to Gujarat
And then from there
He proceeded to Kathiawar.
He visited Ahmedabad,
From there next Junagad;
Then in the City of Porbandar,
As a guest of Prime Minister.
The learned Prime Minister
Was a great Sanskrit Scholar.
He told, Swamiji, Ive my fear,
None will appreciate you here.
Go to West where youll shine.
And you work also will shine.
This coincided with his plan,
What he was feeling within.
Soon he moved to Baroda
And later arrived at Khandwa,
Here, to the City of Chicago
He had made a plan to go.
As a Parliament of Religions,
At Chicago, a congregation
Of various religious leaders
Was to be held later.
After visiting Mumbai.
Poona, Kolhapur, Swamiji
Arrived at Belgaum City.
Then went to Bangalore City.
Swamiji had a chance
To stay in the palace
Of Maharaja of Mysore
As a revered guest there.
He then went to Trivandrum
And next to Rameswaram
After touching Kanyakumari
In the final list of itinerary
At Rameswaram City
He met Bhaskara Setupati
The Raja of Ramnad,
Who became his friend.
Raja offered to help him
Financially at any time,
For his trip to America
As a representative of India
Rajaram Ramachandran
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##36 (Vivekananda) The Visits On The Way
At the Colombo port,
The ship came to a halt.
There Swamiji visited monasteries
Of the Hinayana Buddhists
On the way to Singapore
The next halt of his tour,
He saw the descendants
Of their past Malay Pirates.
They were forced to seek
Suitable peaceful work,
With the change of time
Under modern defense system.
At the busy Hong Kong port
He saw in each floating craft,
One entire family lived
With their heavy loads.
Every mother had carried
Oer her back a small child,
With a piece of cloth tied,
While on boat they worked.
At Canton City, Swamiji
Visited a Buddhist Monastery,
Where he was given
A hearty warm reception.
In China and Japan temples,
He saw ancient manuscripts
Written in Bengali scripts,
As the handwork of Buddhists.
The ship crossed then
The deep Pacific Ocean,
And finally arrived at
The Vancouver Port.
He reached by train
The final destination,
Chicago, for the function
To be held there soon.
It was the meeting place
Of Parliament of Religions,
In which, he was one
To speak on Hindu Religion.
At Chicago, he was informed,
That the meeting was postponed,
He was not in the delegate list
And to register, it was too late.
In that unexpected situation,
Swamiji was left alone.
His purse became thin.
To care him, there was none.
Rajaram Ramachandran
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SWEAT CORN.....THE OTHER GIRLS...AROUND...
THE KEY WORD IS
'HE IS CRAZY''
NOW IMAGINE...
A GIRL....
EVERY GIRL...YOU CAN POSSIBLY SEE
360 degres ALL AROUND....
SAY IT IN HER OWN WAY.....
AY! !
MAN! ! ...NOW WE ARE TALKING....
HUMANITY
SPEAKS UP...
AT ONCE
IN THE SAME TIME....
like 'WE ARE THE WORLD'....song
WE ARE UNITED....FOR THE WORSE....OF THE WORSE,
WE ARE NEW-YORK, CHICAGO, HUDSON RODGER, LOS-ANGLOS, UNITED....
for
THE WORSE OF THE WORSE....AND FOR THE BEST OF THE CAPITALISM....
CHINESE
MAA-LAY-ZEE-ZI-ZI YEN....
JA I AM JA.....I MEAN JAMEL...MEEL AND MELL....
PAN FOR PENCEL
PENS
PENSEY A MOI...IN FRENCH....FOR NON SPEAKERS...
THINK ABOUT ME...
JAPAN
AFRICA
NORTH POLE
SOUTH CHICAGO....BREZIL
AND CHILI
IS IN TROUBLE
AND NOBY IS HELPING
GREEDI
IE
DIE
YA
SOCK
YUR SO...OK....OOOK
AND EAT YOUR COO R PO...POOW...RE....SHINA CHANG...NEW OWNER....
Atef Ayadi
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Stasis
On the edge of the park, on the west side
of the park, on the sidewalk that runs
north/south, adjacent to the soccer field,
the baseball field, the band shell, but near
the benches that rim the park, a man stands.
He is looking, it appears, randomly upon
the people in the park, and there are many
because the sun is out and is only March
and people seem to be anxious to be out
as well, on the grass with blankets and
sporting equipment and without anything
at all beyond a generally upturned face.
He seems to be taking it in. He is not young
nor particularly old, though his style of dress
brings to mind Vince Lombardi standing
on the sidelines. It is Saturday, not Sunday.
To the west of the park Columbia Avenue
and then the tracks and then Michigan Avenue
run parallel to the sidewalk, his sidewalk.
Beyond that the east facing front of Chicago
hitches its big shoulders. He is facing east
to the park and beyond that, the lake,
Lake Michigan. His eyes seem to roam,
not stopping for long, not on the soccer game,
the prone on blankets, the kids at the play
or their minders, on no one in particular.
Across the way a man watches the man,
his eyes steadfast. The breeze is off the lake,
a spring breeze, a deceptive breeze for
spring in Chicago is a process. He watches
the man watching the park. He is facing
the citys facade, his back to the lake
and the breeze. He too stands on
a sidewalk. Two men, parks apart.
A mounted policeman rides by. Traffic
passes continuously behind both men.
The activity of the park is constant but
not chaotic. It is spring, after all, and there
is plenty of time. For everything.
Hanque O . . .
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