the story in the sky
What can be told just by looking at the kind of clouds?
Makes me almost want to enroll at the Cloud Appreciation Society 😉
What can be told just by looking at the kind of clouds?
Makes me almost want to enroll at the Cloud Appreciation Society 😉
This was a story I’d seen in my childhood days… I remember it a lot and recently got it off google…
Dear all, I’d marked full moon nights in my Google calendar, and this time just thought it would be not a bad idea to try out a group sitting in silence… Its traditional to observe silence for someone who is departed, but why not do the same those who are alive! (Including oneself 🙂 )…
Extremely intelligent and ‘well-educated’, Anders Behring Breivik learnt to make his own bomb using chemicals from fertilizers, use sophisticated weaponry, and plot and execute the whole thing. But SO completely cold and heartless. From the news…
Purandara Dasara haaDu… rendered for a Kannada TV Serial… [mp3j track=”aaruhitavaru.mp3″] Lyrics from ourkarnataka.com:
————————————————– This is from my diary, the entries are just as I later remembered how things happened… and I don’t think even I can stand by now for everything I thought/said/did then 🙂 _________________________________________ 2-July-2003 Bristol, UK ———– I went to a public toilet near the city center the other day. It was in the…
“Something fell from your car, don’t you want it?” I asked. “No” said the elite looking young man from the back seat of the SUV parked on the road. “Well we don’t want it either” I said – pointing to the plastic cup filled with peas he’d just thrown out. “Oh yeah” he nodded and…
Sanju,
Thanks for the informative link.
John Ruskin, ‘Of the Open Sky’ Modern Painters I, Part II, Section III, writes:
“It is a strange thing how little in general people know about the sky. It is the part of all creation in which nature has done more for the sake of pleasing man, more, for the sole and evident purpose of talking to him and teaching him, than in any other of her works, and it is just the part in which we least attend to her. There are not many of her other works in which some more material or essential purpose than the mere pleasing of man is not answered by every part of their organization; but every essential purpose of the sky might, as far as we know, be answered, if once in three days, or thereabouts, a great, ugly black rain cloud were brought up over the blue, and everything well watered, and so all left blue again till next time, with perhaps a film of morning and evening mist for dew. And instead of this, there is not a moment of any day of our lives, when nature is not producing scene after scene, picture after picture, glory after glory, and working still upon such exquisite and constant principles of the most perfect beauty, that it is quite certain it is all done for us, and intended for our perpetual pleasure. And every man, wherever placed, however far from other sources of interest or of beauty, has this doing for him constantly… the sky is for all; bright as it is, it is not “too bright, nor good, for human nature’s daily food,†it is fitted in all its functions for the perpetual comfort and exalting of the heart, for the soothing it and purifying it from its dross and dust. Sometimes gentle, sometimes capricious, sometimes awful, never the same for two moments together; almost human in its passions, almost spiritual in its tenderness, almost divine in its infinity, it is surely meant for the chief teacher of what is immortal in us, as it is the chief minister of chastisement or of blessing to what is mortal. And yet we never attend to it, we never make it a subject of thought…â€
John Ruskin (1819-1900) was a Victorian art critic and essayist