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Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Passion For Cinema

All about films.

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Happy Family

Tinku,Mintu,Raju,Pappu,Shanu, these five children and their father and mother Pahlwan and Neteen lived happily near Timbuktu.
Whoever passes from their home they found all family members were always laughing and dancing it seems they never get upset over any issues.However they had big family still rarely they fight.
Ramkumar once visited his friend Pahlwan's family.
Ramkumar:How come you all always seems happy?
Pahlwan:Its very simple.Whenever my children or my wife tend to fight,I threaten them I will start singing................

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Lives Of Migrant Worker

God answered in a mysterious way. Not long after, Emmet’s boss offered him a pool-cleaning job in Saudi Arabia. Emmet would make 10 times as much as he made in Manila. He would also live 4,500 miles from his family in an Islamic autocracy where stories of abused laborers were rife. He accepted on the spot. His wife, Tita, was afraid of the slum where she soon would be raising children alone, and she knew that overseas workers often had affairs. She also knew their kids ate better because of the money the workers sent home. She spent her last few pesos for admission to an airport lounge where she could wave at the vanishing jet, then went home to cry and wait.

Two years later, on Aug. 2, 1982 (another date he would remember), Emmet walked off the returning flight with chocolate for the kids, earrings for Tita and a bag of duty-free cigarettes, his loneliness abroad having made him a chain smoker. His 2-year-old son, Boyet, considered him a stranger and cried at his touch, though as Emmet later said, “I was too happy to be sad.” He gave himself a party, replaced the shanty’s rotted walls and put on a new roof. Then after three months at home, he left for Saudi Arabia again. And again. And again and again: by the time Emmet ended the cycle and came home for good, he had been gone for nearly two decades. Boyet was grown.

Deprived of their father while sustained by his wages, the Comodas children spent their early lives studying Emmet’s example. Now they have copied it. All five of them, including Rowena, grew up to become overseas workers. Four are still working abroad. And the middle child, Rosalie — a nurse in Abu Dhabi — faces a parallel to her father’s life that she finds all too exact. She has an 18-month-old back in the Philippines who views her as a stranger and resists her touch. What started as Emmet’s act of desperation has become his children’s way of life: leaving in order to live.

About 200 million migrants from different countries are scattered across the globe, supporting a population back home that is as big if not bigger. Were these half-billion or so people to constitute a state — migration nation — it would rank as the world’s third-largest. While some migrants go abroad with Ph.D.’s, most travel as Emmet did, with modest skills but fearsome motivation. The risks migrants face are widely known, including the risk of death, but the amounts they secure for their families have just recently come into view. Migrants worldwide sent home an estimated $300 billion last year — nearly three times the world’s foreign-aid budgets combined. These sums — “remittances” — bring Morocco more money than tourism does. They bring Sri Lanka more money than tea does.

The numbers, which have doubled in the past five years, have riveted the attention of development experts who once paid them little mind. One study after another has examined how private money, in the form of remittances, might serve the public good. A growing number of economists see migrants, and the money they send home, as a part of the solution to global poverty.

Yet competing with the literature of gain is a parallel literature of loss. About half the world’s migrants are women, many of whom care for children abroad while leaving their own children home. “Your loved ones across that ocean . . . ,” Nadine Sarreal, a Filipina poet in Singapore, warns:

Will sit at breakfast and try not to gaze

Where you would sit at the table.

Meals now divided by five

Instead of six, don’t feed an emptiness.

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The Naked Fakir

Anshuman Sheikh have weird way of living,whatever he do have bizarre meaning.If he want to say something he would always took some different way or style of saying.
One day he started running in his village without any cloths on his body,he was naked and he started running as fast as he was racing with wind and as children of village seen Sheikh was wearing no cloths like them they too become got very happy and excited and start running behind sheikh as he was playing a game,dog too started barking and ran behind those naked children and sheikh,when flying birds seen so much noise they too came close to naked crowds and started following over their heads,after few minutes older and adult men saw such happenings and they thought something big happened and all men of village started running behind that naked fakir.And fakir was so fast as he want to reach sky but suddenly he stopped after reaching at the top of mountain.And threatened all that if anybody will come near to him he will jump from mountain.
Villagers asked but why? what happened to you and why you were running naked?
Fakir said:I just want to feel how it feel when blowing winds at the top of mountain ran and touch naked body.
Villagers:Are you mad?What do you mean?Why you ran then as something big happened?
Fakir:Its your fault you all fools without knowing the real reason you all ran behind me..Haaaaaaaaaaa! What a breezy wind!

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