Happy Vinayagar Chaturthi

[vigneshwaran0812]

Ganesh chaturthi is celebrated all over India. It is also known as vinayagar chaturthi. Ganesh chaturthi is celebrated for lord ganesha. People celebrate this day because they thought that ganesha is the god of wisdom and he removes all obstacles from life. Share your love and wishes to all on ganesh chaturthi.
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[varsha]

http://www.mediafire.com/listen/411yntl ... apathy.mp3

A program of AIR 1982

[arasi]

Varsha,
Started listening. What vintage! Chengelput Ranganathan, TKG, the sweet singing of Bombay sisters...

Above all, the presentation, that tamizh (not the stilted accent and lack of beauty in today's tamizh as we hear it on air)! The flow of the language! One thing the present day radio/tv producers can do is to expose the current crop of readers and presenters to old recordings. Just as they learn new skills for a new job, they can learn how tamizh was spoken so that they can get the hang of presenting programs in the natural way the language sounded in the voices of their predecessors. Even make it a must before they are employed!

I can dream on, I suppose...sob...

[arasi]

Sorry, repeat posting, and I delete...

[varsha]

Above all, the presentation,

More of this
http://www.mediafire.com/listen/3p8hjdl ... lapore.mp3

I can dream on, I suppose...sob...

More of this
Nostalgia
by Billy Collins

Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult.

You always wore brown, the color craze of the decade,
and I was draped in one of those capes that were popular,
the ones with unicorns and pomegranates in needlework.

Everyone would pause for beer and onions in the afternoon,
and at night we would play a game called "Find the Cow.
"
Everything was hand-lettered then, not like today.

Where has the summer of 1572 gone? Brocade and sonnet
marathons were the rage.
We used to dress up in the flags
of rival baronies and conquer one another in cold rooms of stone.

Out on the dance floor we were all doing the Struggle
while your sister practiced the Daphne all alone in her room.

We borrowed the jargon of farriers for our slang.

These days language seems transparent a badly broken code.

The 1790's will never come again.
Childhood was big.

People would take walks to the very tops of hills
and write down what they saw in their journals without speaking.

Our collars were high and our hats were extremely soft.

We would surprise each other with alphabets made of twigs.

It was a wonderful time to be alive, or even dead.

I am very fond of the period between 1815 and 1821.

Europe trembled while we sat still for our portraits.

And I would love to return to 1901 if only for a moment,
time enough to wind up a music box and do a few dance steps,
or shoot me back to 1922 or 1941, or at least let me
recapture the serenity of last month when we picked
berries and glided through afternoons in a canoe.

Even this morning would be an improvement over the present.

I was in the garden then, surrounded by the hum of bees
and the Latin names of flowers, watching the early light
flash off the slanted windows of the greenhouse
and silver the limbs on the rows of dark hemlocks.

As usual, I was thinking about the moments of the past,
letting my memory rush over them like water
rushing over the stones on the bottom of a stream.

I was even thinking a little about the future, that place
where people are doing a dance we cannot imagine,
a dance whose name we can only guess.