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Daenerys and her army of Unsullied reach Yunkai, to find the city guarded by a huge force including two sellsword companies. She knows that open battle will cost her many lives, even though her commanders feel she will win easily. Daenerys tells her men to invite the two sellsword Captains, as well as the Yunkish leader. The first to arrive are the three Captains of the Stormcrows, who spurn her offer to join her, although she notices Daario Naharis smile at her as they leave. The Captain of the Second Sons also laughs at her offer, but does accept a wagonload of wine to bring to his men. The master slaver brings Daenerys chests full of gold hoping she will leave Yunkai alone, but she sends him off with his gold and a warning that she will attack in three days time.
After he leaves, Daenerys tells her commanders that they will attack that night, since none of Yunkai’s defenders will be expecting it. Soon after, Daario returns with the heads of the other two Stormcrow Captains, and swears the service of his company. Jorah warns her not to trust the Tyroshi, yet she commands the battle to commence as planned. During the fight, she asks Arstan to tell her more of her brother Rhaegar. Whitebeard explains that the Prince was always melancholy, and a sense of doom hung over him. "He was born in grief, and that shadow hung over him all his days." Daenerys knows that it was the shadow of Summerhall that Arstan was referring to. Word arrives that her army won the battle easily during the night, with the help of the Stormcrows, and all the Second Sons too drunk to fight. Daenerys commands her men to spare any who threw down their swords, and promised to free any slaves. Once again, Daenerys’ army swells to even greater size. Daenerys rides on her white mare past all the newly freed people who call out to her as "Mother!"
Jon is with the Magnar’s men nearing a village alongside a lake. He realizes that he must somehow escape and reach Castle Black before the raiders do, in order to warn them. The Thenns captured an old man camped in one of the ruined houses, and Styr commands Jon to kill the man. Jon balks, but Ygritte slits the man’s throat with her dagger. As Styr begins to command his men in the Old Tongue, a crash of thunder sounds, and suddenly a direwolf is attacking the Thenns. Jon mistakes the wolf for Ghost or Grey Wind for a moment, wondering if Robb returned to the North, but he never realizes that it is Summer. The direwolf slaughters several wildlings, and in the confusion, Jon mounts the old man’s horse and begins to flee. He is hit with an arrow in the calf, believing the shot was fired by Ygritte. Jon gets away, forcing the horse to gallop for hours without rest, heading for Castle Black.
Bran and the others reach a small, deserted village on a lake. There is a holdfast tower on an island in the middle of the lake, and Bran tells them that Good Queen Alysanne once stayed there. Brandon's Gift is a strip of land south of the Wall to a distance of 25 leagues which was once given to the Night's Watch to support them. The New Gift, given to the Watch by Queen Alysanne and her husband King Jaehaerys I, doubled that distance. Bran tells them there is a secret walkway just beneath the lake’s surface that will allow them to reach the tower.
They stay in the tower that night during a terrible thunderstorm, and Bran tells them that all the gates through the Wall were sealed when each of the castles had to be abandoned, leaving only three gates open at each of the manned castles. When Hodor starts to scream in fear of the thunder, Bran reaches out to him the way he does to Summer, and calms the big man. Jojen spots men on the shore in the village, and Bran enters Summer to investigate.
Zindagi ka safar bohot ajeeb hota hai; kabhi hansi hoti hai, toh kabhi aansu. Har mod par ek naya imtihaan hota hai—aur insaan har dafa kuch seekhta hai. Kuch log samajhte hain ke zindagi asaan hai, lekin asal mein har qadam pe soch samajh kar chalna padta hai. Aksar daikhne mein aata hai ke jo log sabr aur himmat se kaam lete hain, wahi kamyaabi hasil karte hain. Is liye zaroori hai ke hum kabhi hausla na haaren, kyun ke har raat ke baad subah zaroor aati hai, chahe andhera kitna bhi gehra kyun na ho!
Aaj kal zindagi bohat masroof ho gayi hai. Har kisi ke paas apne kaamon ka itna bojh hai ke dost aur ghar walon ke liye waqt nikalna mushkil ho gaya hai. Phir bhi, jab kabhi thoda waqt milta hai, to main apne ghar walon ke sath zarur baithta hoon. Hum sab mil kar chai peete hain aur halat-e-haziraat par guftagu karte hain. Yeh chhote chhote lamhe hi zindagi ki asli khushi hote hain.
Aaj ka din bohat khoobsurat tha. Subha subha, main apne dost ke sath park gaya tha. Wahan humne thodi der tak walk ki aur phir coffee peene chale gaye. Mausam bhi bohat acha tha, halka sa thanda aur thoda sa dhup tha. Humne waqt guzara, purani baatein ki aur kuch naye plans banaye. Aise din hamesha yaadgar hote hain.
(i) It is declared that the area covered by the central dome of the three domed
structure, i.e., the disputed structure being the deity of Bhagwan Ram Janamsthan
and place of birth of Lord Rama as per faith and belief of the Hindus, belong to
plaintiffs (Suit-5) and shall not be obstructed or interfered in any manner by the
defendants. This area is shown by letters AA BB CC DD is Appendix 7 to this
judgment.
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After three years of waiting, my mother and father really wanted a baby. But it wasn’t me they wanted. No, man! No! They wanted any fucking baby.
You know, the meek, quiet type. Well-mannered. Yes-Sir this. Yes-Sir that. They didn’t want a motherfucker like me, man! Well, here I am now. I came. In spite of them. In spite of everything. I was born twice, man!
The first time I was born was in 1935. What I experienced twice I have no recollection of. Nothing! Zero! That’s one of our limitations, man, not knowing where we come from. Anyway, when I was born my father wanted to imitate his own father. They were both Protestant reverends. So to make some white man happy, my father asked this German missionary to ... name me. Can you imagine that, man? A white man naming an African child! In Africa, man, where names are taken so seriously. There’s even a special “naming ceremony” each time a child is born. Without that, it’s said that a child can’t really enter the world of the living. And just to make some white missionary happy, my own father. ... Oh, no, man! Nooooooh!
You know what that motherfucker named me? Hildegart! Yes, man. Hildegart! Ooooooooh, man! That’s how much I wasn’t wanted. Me, who was supposed to come and talk about Blackism and Africanism, the plight of my people. Me, who was to try and do something to change that! Oh, man. I felt that name like a wound. My father had rejected me. And my mother too. The one whose very womb had born me. Here I was, tied hand and foot, being handed over to the executioner!
Bear the name of conquerors? Or reject this first arrival in the world? The orishas they heard me. And they spared me. Two weeks after my first birth, my
soul left my body for the world of spirits. What can I say? I wasn’t Hildegart! Shit, man! It wasn’t for white man to give me name. So it’s because of a name that I’ve already known death. Maybe that’s why a name is a matter of life or death, more for me than anybody else. What can I say about parents who wanted this motherfucking compromise? It’s only recently I’ve begun asking myself questions about them, their past. You see, till now I’ve been so busy with the whole African problem I rarely ever looked at my own ancestors because the other thing was more important. But things are beginning to fall into place.
Both on my mother’s and father’s side, my ancestors came from Ilesha in Yorubaland. My father was the Right Reverend Israel Oludotun Ransome-Kuti. His middle name, Oludotun, means “The Great Being Is Always Right”. I think my father was convinced that he, too, was always right. In any case, that’s the impression he made. Oh, he could be so hard with his children! There was Dolu,1 my sister, the eldest of all; then Koye,2 then me; and lastly, my younger brother Beko.3 The only person who could call my father by his nickname – “Daudu” (The Good Teacher) – was my mother. We had to call him Sir. Yeh! That’s how it was! That’s what they call respect, man!
I don’t know much about my father’s maternal side except that they all came from Ilesha. But on his paternal side, I know quite a lot about my grandfather, Reverend Canon J.J. Ransome-Kuti. He was the one who was a missionary in Abeokuta. He died young, at sixty-something. My grandfather became a legend. He was one of the big pioneers of the Yoruba Christian Church. He was a musician and composed religious hymns. The man was so talented. The missionaries fully exploited his talent too. They took him to England to do some recordings in London. One of those who took him there was named Ransome. You follow me, man? They took him around London and had him record something like twenty-five records – 78rpms – with the label EMI. That was in 1925.
At the time, his songs were so popular in Nigeria. Religious songs, you know. But very Africanized. Even now his tunes are used for folksongs and things like that. Ah, Canon J.J., he was some man! He was so Christian that the traditionalists in Abeokuta almost killed him. Man, even after a hundred years of Christian penetration in Yorubaland, the people continued to resist. They were against the missionaries. So you know what had to happen to as fervent a
missionary as my grandfather. One day, he was attacked. They had wanted to kill him, but he didn’t die. They just left him there, thinking he was dead. But he was not dead. My grandfather was motherfucking strong, man!
Now, where was I in the story? Oh, yes. After leaving England, the missionaries then took my grandfather to Jerusalem. You know what for? So he could kiss the ground where Christ had walked. Imagine that! Now when they showed him Jesus Christ’s tomb, he was so devout he jumped in and wanted to go to sleep right there. But that’s not all, man! Once he got back to Nigeria, the missionary named Ransome thought he would honour my grandfather by giving him the name Ransome. So they put Ransome between his name to make it Ransome-Kuti. That’s how my family got the name Ransome, man!
My grandfather, though, wasn’t even born into a Christian family. His father – that’s my great-grandfather whose name I haven’t yet found out – was an authentic traditionalist who resisted to his very last breath the spread of Christianity in Yorubaland. But in spite of that, he was unable to keep his own son out of the hands of the missionaries, man. Remember that then, around 1800, the only schools where you could learn to read and write were missionary schools. These oyinbo schools didn’t mean shit to my great-grandfather: “The white man gives out his medicine at the same time as his poison.” I can almost hear him cry out, man, the day when his wife announced that his own son would be going from then on to one of those schools! “The white man is only here to steal our sheer butter!” My grandfather would never forget those words, however Christian he became afterwards. And they were handed down from father to son and only got to me when I was already big.
On my mother’s side, things are still a bit unclear. I know though that on her father’s side I am a descendant of a slave. You know that till around the middle of the nineteenth century the slave trade across the Atlantic was still going on, making ravages everywhere in Yorubaland and also among the Ibos, Calabaris and other peoples who lived along the coasts and in the interior – what’s called Nigeria today. Again this fucking matter of a name, man! Nigeria! Who ever heard of such a name before 1906? No joke, man. It was the wife of a colonial governor who pulled it out of her head or out of a hat. I swear! In any case, my mother’s father was a freed slave. He was captured as a small boy in Ilesha – probably seven or eight years old at the time – and was taken as a slave to Sierra Leone. The British decided to give this freedom thing just in time to keep my mother’s father from being shipped off to the plantations of the West Indies or
the south of the United States. That was in 1834.*
Once free, many of the slaves in Sierra Leone who still remembered their country of birth wanted to return. My grandfather was one of those. He was among the Egba from Yorubaland who left Sierra Leone around 1838 – on foot – to return home. I think it must have taken them years of walking before they got to Lagos. Two thousand kilometres on foot! Imagine that! My grandfather walked ... and walked ... and walked, man. The funny part of the story is that just as he was getting near to Ilesha, about one hundred and fifty kilometres away, my grandfather got tired. So he stopped and settled in Abeokuta and stayed there.
You see, my grandfather was just a child when he was captured. He grew up in slavery. He didn’t know his ancestors. He didn’t even know his real African name. He had to accept Christianity. That’s how he acquired Thomas. That’s the name the missionaries of Sierra Leone imposed on him. Becoming in turn one of those staunch Christians himself, he ended up building a church. He had only one wife whose name was Adejonwo, which means “We Are All Looking Up To The Crown”. Today I interpret the word “crown” as meaning tradition. For, in spite of her conversion to Christianity, my maternal grandmother continued worshipping Oshùn, the goddess of rivers and ravines. She was a descendant of that family which worships Oshùn. That was the kind of woman who gave birth, in 1900, to my mother Funmilayo* Thomas. Imagine that, man, today I could have been named Fela Ransome-Thomas!
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Kal raat main aur mere kuch dosto'n ne ek film dekhne ka plan banaya tha. Hum sab cinema mein ikathey huay aur film shuru hui. Film kaafi interesting thi, lekin kuch jagah par thori slow lag rahi thi. Hum ne popcorn liya aur maze se film dekhi. Jab film khatam hui, toh hum sab ne apas mein film par baat ki aur apni apni raye di. Kisi ko film pasand ayi, aur kisi ko nahi. Phir hum sab ek cafe mein gaye aur wahan chai pee kar din ka akhir kiya. Raatein aise dosto'n ke sath guzarna bohot maza deta hai.
Main aaj subah jaldi utha aur apne kaam par jaane ki tayari ki. Mausam kaafi thanda tha aur hawa bhi tez chal rahi thi. Main ne apni gari start ki aur raste mein soch raha tha ke aaj ka din kaisa guzray ga. Dosto'n ke sath sham ka program bana tha lekin abhi kaam ki fikr thi. Jab main apni manzil par pohanch gaya to dosto'n ka khayal kuch dair ke liye door hogaya. Din bhar kaam karne ke baad jab main ghar wapis aya, to thakan ka asar mehsoos horaha tha. Lekin dosto'n ke sath mazeed gupshup ka soch kar dil khush hogaya
Bali is predominantly a Hindu country. Bali is known for its elaborate, traditional dancing. The dancing is inspired by its Hindi beliefs.
Bali is predominantly a Hindu country. Bali is known for its elaborate, traditional dancing. The dancing is inspired by its Hindi beliefs.
Bali is predominantly a Hindu country. Bali is known for its elaborate, traditional dancing. The dancing is inspired by its Hindi beliefs.
