Saturday, 21 June 2008

Seasons...A story


There was an Indian Chief who had four sons.He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly.So he sent them each on a quest, in turn,to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.


The first son went in the Winter, the second in the Spring,the third in Summer, and the youngest son in the Fall.


When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.


The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.


The second son said no, it was covered with green buds and full of promise.


The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet
and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.


The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit,
full of life and fulfillment.


The Chief then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life.


He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season.


And that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.


If you give up when it's Winter,you will miss the promise of Spring, the beauty of Summer,and the fulfillment of Fall.

Moral of the story:
Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.

Monday, 16 June 2008

How Mullah Nasruddin Won The Bet?


On a frigid and snowy winter day Mullah Nasruddin was having a chat with some of his friends in the local coffee house. Mullah Nasruddin said that cold weather did not bother him, and in fact, he could stay, if necessary, all night without any heat.

"We'll take you up on that, Mullah Nasruddin" they said. "If you stand all night in the village square without warming yourself by any external means, each of us will treat you to a sumptuous meal. But if you fail to do so, you will treat us all to dinner." "All right it's a bet," Mullah Nasruddin said.

That very night, Mullah Nasruddin stood in the village square till morning despite the bitter cold. In the morning, he ran triumphantly to his friends and told them that they should be ready to fulfill their promise.

"But as a matter of fact you lost the bet, Mullah Nasruddin," said one of them. "At about midnight, just before I went to sleep, I saw a candle burning a window about three hundred yards away from where you were standing. That certainly means that you warmed yourself by it."

"That's ridiculous," Mullah Nasruddin argued. "How can a candle behind a window warm a person three hundred yards away?" All his protestations were to no avail, and it was decided that Mullah Nasruddin had lost the bet.

Mullah Nasruddin accepted the verdict and invited all of them to a dinner that night at his home. They all arrived on time, laughing and joking; anticipating the delicious meal Mullah Nasruddin was going to serve them. But dinner was not ready. Mullah Nasruddin told them that it would be ready in a short time, and left the room to prepare the meal.

A long time passed, and still no dinner was served. Finally, getting impatient and very hungry, they went into the kitchen to see if there was any food cooking at all. What they saw, they could not believe. Mullah Nasruddin was standing by a huge cauldron, suspended from the ceiling. There was a lighted candle under the cauldron.

"Be patient my friends," Mullah Nasruddin told them. "Dinner will be ready soon. You see it is cooking." "Are you out of your mind, Mullah Nasruddin?" they shouted. How could you with such a tiny flame boil such a large pot?

"Your ignorance of such matters amuses me," Mullah Nasruddin said. "If the flame of a candle behind a window three hundred yards away can warm a person, surely the same flame will boil this pot which is only three inches away."

The friend's understood what Mullah meant and accepting their treachery the friends declared Mullah as the winner of the bet and treated him with a sumptuous meal.

Source: (Mullah Nasruddin Stories): http://living.oneindia.in/

Thursday, 12 June 2008

Good Night

By Pushpa Moorjani


(Sing to the tune of
"I am little teapot, short and stout)

I want to go to sleep at night
Please don’t disturb me
Just put off the lights
If I sleep well
Then, I am fine
I’ll get up in the morning
Fresh and bright

I will dress tomorrow in colors bright
And go to school in a trendy style
Just let me rest
You, too, sleep well tonight
It is quite late,come on, kiss me
‘Goodnight’.

Friday, 6 June 2008

Vismayas Max's Summer Camp..Films made for children by children



‘Tick tick tick’ by Sarath, ‘Bee forestation’ by Elsa, ‘Scarecrow returns’ by Arjun, ‘Honeymoon ambulance’ by Shilpa Sivaraman, ‘Thirsty Toons’ by Shikha Sivaraman, ‘Every dog has a day’ by Swetha Panampally, ‘Global warming’ by Nikhita Jayakumar and ‘Legend of the Milkyway’ by Anandhan.

These are the films made by children with themes ranging from short stories, deforestation, global warming, water conservation to environmental pollution figure
The story, screenplay, direction, layout, animation and storyboard of the films, each lasting one minute, had been done solely by the children. The technical support was provided by noted caricaturist Banerjee and animator Deepak Raju of Vismayas Max.


Renowned actor Mohanlal's Thrivandrum-based Vismayas Max Animation Academy and Studios is conducting a 45-day summer camp for children under the age of 15 years. The participants are being trained in the basics of 2D classical animation besides being briefed on 3D animation. Nine children, who have been specially selected are working on short films with the help of professional animators. The camp was inaugurated on April 16, 2008 by leading South Indian actor Bharath Suresh Gopi.

The style and approach adopted by the children surprised the experts in the field, according to academy director K.D. Shibhu.

Given the enthusiasm of the kids, Vismayas Max plans to involve them in their own production activities including dubbing and conception of new projects.

All the eight films will be marketed internationally. Mr. Mohanal will inaugurate the first screening of the films in June.

The animation academy has also plans to introduce the films in CDs.

Saturday, 17 May 2008

Bhoot Nath a Bollywood film for kids



Here is the movie for kids that you are sure to enjoy. After seeing this movie, no child will ever be afraid of ghosts. It is the story of little boy called BANKU and his friendship with the ghost whom he calls Angel.

Banku and his family move in to their new house -- the Nath villa, unaware of the fact that the house is inhabited by a ghost. It is learnt the ghost is not too happy with his new housemates. But what the ghost is not prepared for is his unlikely friendship with Banku.

Banku and the ghost have lots of fun and there is comedy. The bearded and grizzled ghost is perplexed at first—no matter what he tries, the kid either finds it funny or manages to con him. When Nath disappears, Banku thinks it's hide-and-seek (or, perhaps, hide-and-Seek). Eventually, Banku wears him down, and soon Nath becomes the grandfather Banku never had. When a bit of roughhousing results in a near-tragedy, that cements things between the two—although had it gone fully into tragedy, this might have been a more interesting and original story.


Banku must uncover the reason why his ghostly friend is stuck and help him to attain salvation.

This is the film which only kids will enjoy...so go see it with your friends...

TO ENJOY THIS MOVIE, VISIT http://bhoothnath.erosentertainment.com/flash.html

Sunday, 4 May 2008

World Migratory Bird Day


World Migratory Bird Day (WMBD) is a global initiative devoted to celebrating the beauty of migrating birds and for promoting their conservation worldwide. This year WMBD will take place on the weekend of 10-11 May

Climate change has severe consequences for the nomads of the skies: it causes the loss of essential bird habitats, changes migration patterns and increases the competition for food between migrating birds and residents. The goal of WMBD 2007 was to try to focus world attention on the plight of migratory birds and to highlight the way they are being affected by climate change in the same way as all living things.

The theme for this year’s celebration is Migratory Birds - Ambassadors for Biodiversity.

Birds are some of the best indicators for the status and trends of wider biodiversity. They are important for monitoring changes in the environment, as they are inhabitants of virtually all ecosystems in the world.

Many sites - identified as important for birds - host numerous other threatened species of plants and animals. Therefore areas essential for birds represent hot spots for other biodiversity as well.

All through their annual cycle, migratory birds cross many countries and continents, some of them from the tundra to the tropics, linking different ecosystems. By conserving them and their environment we ensure the conservation of biodiversity on a wider scale.


To become a truly global initiative, WMBD needs the support of bird enthusiasts around the world: Take action! Organise activities on 10-11 May that are linked to birds and encourage bird conservation, increase awareness through bird watching excursions, bird rallies, educational programmes or public events.

So what do you plan to do? will you be watcing the birds?

source:http://www.worldmigratorybirdday.org/

Friday, 2 May 2008

The Tale Of A Tail: Why Humans Do Not Have Tails

In the land of Old Uvai,
In the Ngoro Ngoro forest,
Lived a nasty naughty boy,
Who was never at a rest.

His name was Konoo-Monoo,
He lived upon a Dhonoo,
He ate mongongo nuts
And ripe chamanchaputs.

He was fond of irritating,
Whoever slept a wink
For if he saw you sleeping,
He would tickle you pink.

He had a proud, long tail,
A really long, long tail,
All humans then had tails, you see,
But them they lost 'em.
How?
Just see!

He washed his tail with water,
He thought it very fine.
He said, “everyone oughter,
Have a Tail like mine!”

Huma the Head-Elephant,
Said, “Do not be arrogant,
Now mind my sound advice,
Lest you be cursed thrice!”

“Once cursed you may be,
A second you may catch,
But if it comes to three,
Your tail shall detach!”

But Konoo-Monoo giggled,
He tickled and he jiggled,
He said, “Hoof”, he said, “Hoff”,
And quickly scampered off!

He sat upon his Dhonoo,
And ate chamanchaputs.
So naughty was young Konoo
Full of mongongo nuts.

He saw Donkey Dee sleeping
And went up to her creeping
He took her tail, And he
Tied it to the Slonkey-Tree.

When Donkey Dee woke up,
She could not move an inch,
Konoo-Monoo strode up,
And gave her a big pinch!

Donkey Dee was very cross,
She said, “This is so gross.
So this cannot become worse,
I put on you this curse:”

“Llama llama lloy,
And gamma gamma goff,
You nasty naughty boy,
May your tail come off!”

But Konoo-Monoo giggled,
He tickled and he jiggled,
He said, “Hoof”, he said, “Hoff”,
And quickly scampered off!

He sat upon his Dhonoo,
And ate chamanchaputs.
So naughty was young Konoo
Full of mongongo nuts.

In a tree called Budapest,
Parrot Pot had built a nest,
With a lot of care and love,
In a big hole high above.

Upto her nest once stole,
Konoo the horrid blight,
He poked his tail into the hole
And gave her chicks a fright!

The little chicks were crying,
And Parrot Pot came flying,
She pecked him and she chased him,
And thus loudly she cursed him:

“Llama llama lloy,
And gamma gamma goff,
You nasty naughty boy,
May your tail come off!”

But Konoo-Monoo giggled,
He tickled and he jiggled,
He said, “Hoof”, he said, “Hoff”,
And quickly scampered off!

He sat upon his Dhonoo,
And ate chamanchaputs.
So naughty was young Konoo
Full of mongongo nuts.

Once he saw Turtle Tell,
Under the Dingley-Dell,
He thought he'd joke a little,
And turn the turtle turtle.

He climbed into the Dingley,
He looped his tail a whittle,
He swung down like a monkey,
And turned Turtle Tell turtle!

Turtle Tell lay on the ground,
Till Huma turned him round,
And through his terrible pain,
He spoke the curse again:

“Llama llama lloy,
And gamma gamma goff,
You nasty naughty boy,
May your tail come off!”

But Konoo-Monoo giggled,
He tickled and he jiggled,
He said, “Hoof”, he said, “Hoff”,
And quickly scampered off!

He sat upon his Dhonoo,
And ate chamanchaputs.
So naughty was young Konoo
Full of mongongo nuts.

Huma the Head-Elephant,
Said, “You've been very arrogant,
You heard not sound advice,
Now you are cursed thrice!”

“Once cursed have you been,
A second did you catch,
A third too you have seen,
Now watch your tail detach!”

He turned around in horror,
And watched his tail in terror,
Llama lloy and gamma goff,
His tail really came off!

Donkey Dee brayed out big,
Parrot Pot screeched in joy,
Turtle Tell danced a jig,
All of them booed the boy.

They booed him in the morning,
They said, “Now heed this learning.”
They booed him in the night,
And then put him to flight.

He left his favoured Dhonoo.
He left his mongongo nuts.
Poor tailless Konoo-Monoo
Left his chamanchaputs.

His children and their children,
Have not had tails since then.
All because of that one!
And now my friends, I'm done.

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