No Lives Deserve Less

A simple phrase, by Dr. Paul Farmer, that is irrefutably true.
The idea, like social lice, snugs silently between words or lines, whether it is secular or religious, economic or political. It is not endemic to region, no national and not ethnic. Education does not erase the breeding or breed. Unsurprisingly, in countless societies, whether in the most peaceful or developed country or countries, they infest within a spectrum of weak pretense to outright antagonism.

Once upon a time, a friend outwardly expressed advocacy of caste system in India; another time, another friend discourteously jostled a worker in a shopping center but this friend clearly deemed it unnecessary to apologize as the poor soul was merely a menial worker. Yet, the fact that they demonstrated generosity and kindness in numerous occasions, social or charitable, it is or seems perhaps the most perplexing. As simple as these examples are, they are telling one rotting imperfection, dresses in a design of kindest, most generous nature, always finds means to fester, be uncontained and uncontainable.

Paul Edward Farmer is an American anthropologist and physician who is best known for his humanitarian work providing "first world" health care for "third world" people, beginning in Haiti. Read here, Wikipedia. (From google search.)

Whatever the reasons, determinants, or ingredients for brewing such an idea quoted by Dr. Paul Farmer may be, where negative or bad veins may not present at all, the slightest inclination to think some lives matter less is or may be frighteningly, naturally inerasable.

“No lives deserve less. Without the animal kingdom, would human have lived to evolve to today’s modernity? Is there one terrestrial life indispensable or disposable without the existence of another? Animals were here first, certainly not man.”

Another morning, Miley never thought her life is about to change. Living amid trash and rubbish, too weak to move or growl, she must have succumbed to the worst when a stranger approached her. Instead, the stranger gave her food and gained her trust. Miley, man best friend, was one of the many abandoned, homeless dogs saved by Eldad Hagar, who saves homeless furry animals every day for past many years.

Eldad Hagar has recorded most or all of his works from early years to date, and uploaded in You Tube where anyone can watch his videos. The videos depict love and compassion, unconditional; Eldad’s heartwarming, unique gestures reinstate hopefulness. At this point of writing, Miley’s video has picked up 9,035,871 viewers, 78,146 ‘likes’ and 688 ‘dislikes’. Do the figures speak volumes the reasons, determinants, or ingredients mentioned above?

Although the world desperately wanting love and compassion in the likes of Dr. Paul Farmer, Eldad Hagar and their peers, the advance of digital and mobility technologies has paved increasingly wider path propagating their admirable works giving an authoritative voice and abundance of hope to, if not eradicate, at least oppress the festering idea that some lives deserve less.

Weather here has been pleasant, whether rain or sunshine, but that nature’s goodness does not shield the general populace from mentally hyper-stretched by the country’s economic malaise and political diffidence.

However, it is littering rain this evening, malaise and diffidence makes the swimming pool looked gloomier and colder. Heck, no excuses. After 2 hours, 1.8 km swim, 4 km run, 0.5km swim, the meditative workout works away the stress and strain. The surging endorphins lift the mind to reach out and not giving up.

Let’s have faith an omnipotent hand will swathe all sufferers, grievers, any living beings, in peace and joy. Let’s perpetuate and syphon the stream of hopes far and wide around, across the globe, region to region, corner to corner.

Filipino's Spirit: Loop A Shot At Nature's Game

Flotsam & jetsam flooded the ground by someone’s complaint,

Bits & pieces piled more pains upon ruined plains,

Survivors anguish losses and those missing,

Silent tears are deadening, whilst choking swallows deafening!

Hey, Wait! Wait a second!

A space cleared in a siege of heart-wrenching wrecks and spoils!

A found loop laid wanting by chance, or by nature’s scheme?

An improvised basketball court to transport life anew on battled soil,

Admirable attestation to loop a shot at nature’s game.

They brave the reality before them,

They hijack few moments the sight around them,

To take a reprieve from making decisions,

Hey! They have nothing to lose,

They will have their shots first before start afresh!

More pictures by Associated Press in concordmonitor.com

Any Amount Will Do, Thank You!

“Humble my self-esteem for the suffering, remove the obstacles of embarrassment for those in desperation; raise your humility, extend your hand to take and give.”

24 November, 2013, the last day after where many volunteers pool their energy in a very busy shopping centre, Empire Subang in Shah Alam, begging for donations from shoppers for Philippines typhoon victims. In a few groups of three or four, we positioned ourselves in different places. While some of the volunteers had begun their admirable efforts from morning, my energy started at 4pm and relatively in oblivion. Chuckle, chuckle!

I was positioned in front of an escalator holding a big tin while my partner, a very young man, unabashedly reciting,

“Share your love with Philippines,

For typhoon victims,

Any amount will do,

Thank you!”

Continuously, while parents, children, budding couples and all came up or went down the elevators.

How much I admired my partner, Kiwi, his relentless, brave recitation with his soft and sincere voice. It was not neither brazen nor rude. It was a fainting voice but a big presence. I always believe one never stop learning. Soliciting donations in public from strangers is new and very embarrassing to my inner-self, even if my heart is full of love and compassion, and I was standing quietly just holding the donation box. Nearly an hour passed I felt heart to Kiwi when his stuttered in recitation, he was thirsty. He went for a drink and returned quickly to position.

He recited, “Share your with Philippines,”

I do not know what happen but I continued next, “From Malaysia to Philippines,”

He recited,”For typhoon victims,”

I recited, “Any amount will do?”

He finished, “Thank you”

Gone was embarrassment, not abashed anymore; soliciting more donations is everything we

can do for our neighboring fellows injured, in need. This went on till night in two different positions. This experience is invaluable. It will end that night. It will end till the end dawns upon me.

The respond and respondents were marvelous. They were from everywhere. Malay, Indian, Chinese and foreigners, everyone donated. It was most amazing moments to see children dropped donations into the box. It was most heartfelt to feel the donation became heavy. I volunteered for 5 hours and felt exhausted with a dry throat, but it was for a good cause. I admire, salute those volunteers who helped in many days and many hours. Many are much older than me and are permanent volunteers of Taiwan Buddhist Chi Tzu Foundation Malaysia (台灣佛教慈濟基金會馬來西亞). They may not know me but they have informed, showed the way to me, the Dharma way.

Sangha Sings Dharma, Shah Alam, Malaysia

Being an eclectic, the day before the Buddhist Music Concert by Sangha & Youth (佛

法青年音樂會), which took place in Melawati Indoor Stadium Shah Alam on Saturday, he was both skeptical and unenthused to join his gal friend, Joy, to whom he had promised to accompany. He accepted his unhelpful feelings and sufficed experientially in the stance of acceptance, and must accept the virtue of a promise. His feelings flawed him to the floor, a fact that is irrelevant and unworthy to sweep, let it be. Off he went with Joy while his mind relaxed a smidgen.

A short drive and with peculiar ease they reached the stadium, used the correct gate to the nearest car park. However, not before they had to stopped and queued for waves of people sweeping across the car parks, the roads and up the high staircase, which anyone could see leisurely from their vehicle in timely queue. As many cars parked, another wave of people swept towards the stadium. He saw hundreds of enthusiasts were sitting in an enormous tent waiting to register for membership while others hundred were peopling everywhere in swarms of youths, parents and the elders. “Quite a reception!” so he thought when he summed up the waves, approximated two thousands at least.

A certainty was positive energy prevailed in the air.

Wasted no time, they entered the stadium’s entrance as the doors were closing, which was ten minutes before three.

From daylight into darkness the stadium they entered, their path shined and shown by a spherical brightness of colors above many towering shoulders and heads. Curiosity was piquing, ‘Why the commotion? Must seek higher ground to catch sight!’ (FYI, dear readers, the blogger is only 5’1” or 155cm in height. Where ever he goes, he faces towers full frontal. Chuckle, chuckle! )

Sound of musical sutras filled the stadium. Voices of thrills and excitement echoed, if not devotion, at least, joys and happiness. A few steps up some staircase, a gleam of light stole my eyes, exploded into lotuses of warm colors. Three clusters of giant lotus leaves at each end of a 5-tiers stage. Six huge standing lotuses stood on the highest stage. The giant leaves and huge lotuses stood out in pink brilliance with sparkling white contours. The clever decoration was not elaborate but eponymous to the occasion.

Looking for seats; without walk far or search high, two vacant seats with an excellent stage view as if were awaiting! The blogger is not a Buddhist but an eclectic – the repetition is obviously relevant. As good as premeditated, the journey from a home to their seats had been incredibly effortless. He sat down and realized that it would take more than a few thoughts to summarize the charged atmosphere, reasons for, and the message lie within this concert.

Beside one end of the stage stood a three to four stories tower where streams of laser lights shoot out in all directions. He could see three rows of drums, about 20 if his counting was near, placed at the side before the stage. On the highest stage and some walls, huge screens were in place. Granted it was not Madonna’s concert but it was impressive. Entry was gratis and the audience’s response was even more impressive – it could be a consensual feeling across that gave rise to a concerted rapport of at least seven (7) thousands’ voices. Everyone, anyone could see a concerted rapport on those giant screens. Nearly everyone sang along the lyrics displayed on the screens; they waved in unison the flags or glow sticks in their hand. It was a concert. All these before the concert even started!

Finally, the concert started at 3:05pm with our local singers belting out Buddhist songs. Pleasing the crowd many times were four colorful, large groups of teenagers wearing red, green, yellow and blue polo shirts moving in rhythm to every different sound of music.
Intermittently, a group of 100 monks in traditional robes performed their devotion in the form of a sutra song. They performed twice but in different robes in which the first was rice with brown and the second was gold with orange. The laser lights were at all times in coordination, in heightened effects with every occasion or performance. Throughout every performance, the audience sang along with flags and glowing sticks stretched and waved. Joy, happiness and obedience, are the words the blogger would use.

According to his friend, Joy, the monks or sangha, who came from many countries, are students under an educational program established by Fo Guang Shan (佛光山), a monastic order also called International Buddhist Progress Society.

Fo Guang Shan 佛光山, great works of Wikipedia!

But the ultimate highlight to the blessed delight of the huge audience was when the Venerable Master Hsing Yun (星雲大師), the founder of Fo Guang Shan Buddhist Order an affiliated Buddha’s Light of International Association (國際佛光會), a surprise presence as soon as was captured in everyone’s awareness, an immense roar was drew as if to embrace his presence. The Master was on wheelchair as the Master made his way to the highest stage with two aides. The Master gave an address that focused on education, the blessing to have an education. The telling anecdotes, were informative of one’s life, perhaps of love and affection. Although at an advanced age of 86, the Master’s voice is still clear as bells. His unguarded utterance exacted an interwoven by many points of issue. The effusion of words the crystal-clear water in an untouched brooklet.

More on Master Hsing Yun 星雲大師, courtesy of Wikipedia!

The atmosphere, reason(s) and message(s) of this occasion constituted a reverberation of love and affection, and education among the audience, among their family, among their friends, among everyone around them. No few thoughts can brush as perfect a picture of the atmosphere, reason(s) and message(s) as being there.

The air was definitely positively charged. An extraordinary concert.

Poisoning With Keyboards

Yahoo: Killer Cyclone Wreaks Havoc Along Indian Coast, by Charlotte Turner

Comments ( truths or lies ) extracted from this article,

Joshua Mc commented: “India needs a bath – it stinks over there.”

Degree451 replied: “true dat. at least once a week would be best.”

Anonymous replied: “My husband made a curry dish a while back.. A little girl neighbor of ours came in and said, " ewwwww.. It smells like sweaty socks in here!" I, myself think Indian food smells awesome.”

Degree451 replied: “actually that smells it the a@% crack sweat from dozens of dune c@ons who made the ingredients. so that says a lot about your tastes”

This is partly the outcome of advancing digital era. The blogger read articles and corresponding comments, which sometimes disclose more insights than the articles.

India, a country of perennial natural disasters, lashed again with another cyclone. More than half a million evacuated from their humble homes from dozens of villages. Thatched roofs and mud walls, these shanties, perhaps now gone, were where most of these evacuees, the

impoverished families, used to live. The loss of homes the remorse displacements; the loss of livelihood throbbing fears; the loss of loved ones the deafening silence of grief.

India is a beautiful country of rich and ancient culture. Abide the cruelty of fate thrust upon the women, the children by the opposite misogynistic gender, the blogger does not believe the people in India deserve such unspeakable, distasteful comments especially pertaining to this cataclysmic era turbocharged by man’s greed on his own soil. India is only guilty of being defenseless to centuries of colonialism and modern pillages by capitalism, as are many others developing countries. KeyBoard Handbag by Joan Sabino, view more in HipCandy.com website!

Everyone holds truths and lies. The most vicious comes from greed and poison keyboards posting unbelievably insensitive comments; cowardice in front of their gadgets, keying poisons in their comments.

The great invention of information flow has unveiled to the world bigotry and antagonism every imaginable bad vein in human, and, perhaps, it will advance soon to root out these unwanted veins too. 

Where Truths Lie

Time will come when lies become reckless and render severely scarce, while accrued truths duly spew forcefully the lid open and reveal.

The world is so full of lies dress in human skins, in such skins that violate blindly, spread terrors upon every aspect of life, every single life, living thing inhabited this planet. As if, truths are almost, always hidden or unseen, living only in spirits or others forms of apparition.

Well, was there not a movie depicted evil in man and revealed truth in dreams? Lies and truths surely come in couples play by different partners.


Celestial Seagull, Image courtesy ESO

Like a parrot perched on a pirate's arm, the Seagull Nebula resides in one of
the spiral arms of the Milky Way. This new image, released by the European
Southern Observatory on February 6, shows a closeup of one of the "wings"
of the Seagull Nebula. Red clouds of hydrogen gas glow from the intense
ultraviolet radiation given off with the birth of stars.The entire nebula is actually
comprised of three large gas clouds arranged in the shape of a bird.
(See pictures of other nebulae.) Published February 8, 2013

Although truth will always prevail, as God’s will, all may suffer in their human forms; but those whose insides reside spirits of truth, apparitions of genuineness will certainly bliss outside their skins.

Where the truths lie, view here, National Geographic!

In his life time, it is a long shot, he realizes, before the truth he holds dearly will prevail, will morph into materiality. Despite the evil carnage across the global, the little lies jabbed in his chests that dictate the attendance of fear every tomorrow’s morning, there dwells miraculously a spirit of hope; or, merely a mysterious tower of strength and will inflate the skin underneath, sans his viscera. Not a braggart, not an ignoramus, he truly knows what he is not. He is just a blogger, blogging

TRUTHS: ONLY A PART OF UNIVERSE, ONLY A PART!

Ricky's Birthday, :-)

Called Ricky, a very special friend of blogger.

It was third week of October in 1998, Ricky was barely 2 months past 21 years old when blogger met him. Very tall and good-looking, he looked very enthusiastic with his sparkling eyes and brilliant smile. In that preliminarily period of this special friendship, he was totally shinning and pleasing. Working in a friend’s restaurant as waiters, and perhaps as arrangement by kismet, theirs acquaintance quickly, or naturally, crystallized into in a distant future unknown to them a great friendship, a special bond between two brothers.

The brotherly bond between this 37 years old man and one 21 years young precocious man has taken a very bumpy path and 15 years to become what it is today, unshakably firm. Many obstacles have tried to hinder but fail. Many tough times have critically tested but each examination passed. The worst is not forgotten while the best makes a pleasant relish. The best recalls reminding the worst it is sweeter after. The bitterness of worst is always sweetened by relishing the best.

Is there ever a perfect relationship that never rocks in the slightest? Perhaps, sometimes there is no need to be forgiving or forgiven, there is a need to know something or someone is really true. How to waive a person out of his life when a bond is already long established and embedded?

This is a self-discourse of blogger's friendship to his friend Ricky. The blogger just want to inform Ricky that he will not, cannot waive a friendship like interests of a bank. The blogger carries deeply in him a bond that can never be severed; informs Ricky who has helped building muscles to the blogger's core of values and beliefs.

Today, the blogger wishes him this critical turning point that will bring him greater happiness and inner peace; favor him with needed strength and will; and Ricky still looks great and fabulous. Do not act it but be it; and always flash your smile.

No Rainbow Is Not Beautiful

The sun was beaming behind the teasing veils of rainy clouds,
Before uncontainable condensation broke the tease started pouring rain.
The days are milder and makes some cozy in slumberland,
But not for the many impose in misery by the wetter conditions.

It is times of trial, sigh, lashing cruelty upon millions lives,
When did brutality and bloodshed become this indiscriminate?
Tests and experiments for mankind continuing times of tribulation,
Why are instruments of belligerence even a business transaction?

Grieving news is never meant as educational material,
Neither it is desirable for pleasant reading;
And whence, as desperate as one wants to shun them from sights,
Every horrification transpired mundanity makes an unruly presence in all media.

Every day evil's doing is cruelly the same sophistication going worse,
Every minute there lies a compatriot demon prowling, preying,
Every moment anyone not dreads for the millions in fear living?

Tomorrow,
Will the sun beams, dispersing the veils of precipitation?
Will precipitation unveiling be denser or tenser or both?
Will there be a rainbow at the end of a storm of horrification?

Any rainbow.
Just a rainbow where we may find a fortress of courage;
By following the path of a mere manifestation of one rainbow,
To the end where all are free and courage prevails hope,
When we are not afraid anymore.

Woman Stopped Bulldozer, Cairo

Blogger has been pursuing many abominable activities from the internet but distractingly trails behind in writing. It begun this week when the news of escalating fatal violence in Egypt brings blogger great sadness and tremendous concerns, and, surely, to all those who share the same sentiments.



AUGUST 14 - CAIRO, EGYPT: A woman speaks to a member of the Egyptian security forces who are clearing a sit-in by supporters of ousted President Mohamed Morsy, near the Cairo University campus in Giza on August 14. Security forces stormed two makeshift camps, bulldozing tents and escorting away hundreds of protesters.

State of emergency was already called. Civilians, men, women and children, are essential constituents that make up a great country. While violence is instilled by the worst of a kind to quell peaceful and unarmed demonstration. Bringing hundreds of death is evil working ruthlessly. Have mercy on the innocence, the women, the children. Militaristic or democratic, decisions and actions are dictated by a controlling group. Multiracial or multiethnic, they are all brothers and sisters. They all share the same problems, suffer the same grief. Inflicting any violence on one, the same shall be felt and shared by all.

Who does not want to have comfort? Who does not need food on the table for oneself and one's family? Who does not need a roof above to sleep? Who does not need peace and harmony?

 

Terrorism is evil spawned to disseminate wrongdoings and encourage violence.
Youths, impetuous and innocent, are probably killed by the thousands and more since 2011. Opposition or supporter of the controlling power, no one can imagine the innumerable mothers the uncompensated grief suffered and suffers? Controlling leaders have so many years of experience which purportedly gain them wisdom and virtues, no matter what faith you assertively believed, resorting to war and killing thousands will not buy one a ticket to Almighty place.

Image bottom left depicts just one thing - WHY? She braved the violence to help an injured youth. Men go to war, women and children stay home and pray very hard. Some lucky, many are not. Leaders of war-zoned countries, children and youths are the future; along with their mothers and needing their care and guidance.

Sadly key off, Nathan.

Defining Moments By CNN.com, thank you for bringing indeed these defining moments.

What Wealth Means To Some

An act of bizarre behavior trumpeting extreme irresponsibility and brazen insensitivity, resulting a botched operation in the form of this monstrosity of architecture, a rocky mountain villa built illegally on top of a condominium block. From the article read this excerpt,

"The owner of the rocky outcrop has been identified as Professor Zhang Biqing, a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine who owns a national chain of acupuncture clinics, and is a former member of a district People's Political Consultative Conference (CPPCC)", according to the South China Morning Post.

Apparently Professor Zhang has powerful social, or political, influences, but have been allowed to freely brandish his powerful influences to materialize this behemoth dwelling? Did Professor Zhang intend to audaciously reflect his stature in some parallel manner? Enough said of this insane undertaking by a powerful professional who bewildered the blogger and brought his misunderstanding to a new level, with the media has already begun to affirm China's fall with its ambitious to emulate a misguided prestige, a powerful country in an egotistic owner  of the world tallest building.

China Rock Villa By CNN

In perfect timing, news media is miraculously quick to churn and feed the web speculating the infamous Skyscraper index prophecy on China's tallest structure in the world, or do the harbingers of

an economic bust mean to tremble the global leaders in economics and politics and render timely as well? Investors, corporate and countries' leaders, are they buckling belts in anticipation of a very bumpy ride in 2014 and following years? How to curb air pollution with sky-high buildings sprouting out just to symbolize a country's status?

In as many years he had followed global financial crises and economic collapses as he had reforms, stimulus, and summits' propositions and implementations, our global financial woes are still far from stable and, on the contrary, still volatile.

It is not the blogger's intention to zoom on China yet it is difficult not to microscope China first. Since China opened her markets to outsiders, positive and negative news flooded media, disdaining or entertaining?

But China is not the only country deserving so much media, negative or positive. There are many developed countries are ailing too or maybe doing worse. Like flotsam and jetsam in an ocean striving to be recovered.

The blogger do not wish to bore his readers with long essay but the topic of wealth and audacious manifestations is not over, and will continue in his next post. :)

A Skyscraper In China Calls Game Over? Read here.

natHANG PHang just a blogger not an author

Dear Readers,

Still learning to look at anything from different angles, as hard as he believe, to share

his beliefs and understanding.

But a warning to my readers, many of his earlier posts really suck, and admittedly still have plenty to improve.

Our society today is a mess. I am not an activist for any particular cause. I am a believer in truth,a passion for truth. I am not good in many things. I only know needs of others are always above me.

I enjoy distance swimming, jogging on treadmill and a very important stretching.

If any reader find my posts offensive or disagreeable, here, I apologize in advance, truly.

Thank you Readers! Thank you so much!

natHAN PHang.

"We are killed, we are hunted!", An Albino Voice!

In conjunction to a March’s post Albino Death Sentence, the bloggie found this recent article capturing inhumanity experienced every day by those innocent living with albinism in Africa, especially in Tanzania where the concentration is highest in the continent. Captivating but saddening is how albinism so poorly, unfairly understood and barbarously hunted for their bodily parts and organs to feed the wanton perpetrators mercilessly supply witchdoctors who foolishly elevate superstitions for an utter atrocity of human's values.

The destitution of education in Africa, existing through the lack of an effective government promoting a healthy economy, worsened an already uneducated people in abject poverty; it is this destitution and unfortunate existence bearing and oiling the chains of albinism massacre. Albinism massacre is a broken spot in humanity on a cycle that urgently requires firsthand heeding and beginning with legislation and education.

It was reported a woman hold up her albino baby to a white man and said, "Take it back, where it comes from."

Josephat Torner, suffered the same congenital disorder, fully, selflessly risks his life to reach out to the public, voices the albinism truths, resonates an albino’s rights parallel everyone and fights for a voice for his community; by doing so, bloggie found and shared his plights, and earnestly implore others to amplify albino’s voice with potent effects.

Bloggie, in prayers in faith, wishing Josephat Torner and his family the best'est in life and his dream come true.

From Earl Nurse, CNN
May 17, 2013 -- Updated 1454 GMT (2254 HKT)

“We are killed, we are hunted': Albino activist fights witchcraft murders”

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Lima, Peru: Where Pallbearers Are Black

Blogger’s “Pallbearer or Blanket Comforter” may seem to have vilified a presence black, or a future palled in darkness, or disreputation of a pallbearer. It was not jesting but merely metaphorical sense. A bearer of a pall over a casket, occasionally, has a duty to bear the casket too. When a military official a pallbearer for his reposed comrade, he held dignity and respect mighty in his chest for his comrade; and others pallbearer are chosen to represent the once living colors of another now lain beneath the pall, for better for worst......

As macabre a pallbearer as may sound, yet the starkest, SIGHING DARKEST, knowledge of millions of lives destroyed by dictators or terrorism stonewashes a mere macabre term. It is such dictators and terrorism who and that palled darkness. They and others that murdered for wealth and power are the bearer of darkness......

This is not so for he and those fortunate to snuggle under blanket of sufficing comfort, they can choose to preclude consciously, while ugly truths peppered from every direction on every region; and, he and those able to curl up under comfort of warmth, can continue to live their lives hopeful and peaceful as long as resting comfort permitted. Pleasant or ugly truths’ acceptance is every ready when one is happy and comfortable, to live in a pleasant truth; abide he and those under the comforter.......

Intelligence of terrible truths is an easy choice of clicks revealing, not just popping windows of mere images of atrocities, an avalanche of sights and insights to what possible natural calamities and fraying societal fabrics may await all beings and posterity. Comfort conveniently spawned inaction and it is not a matter of true or false. Happiness and peace desperately personalized to evict knowledge of grief and violence. Married with children and unmarried with nieces and nephews, their intent is to provide their families and relations with comfort and peace, shower in joy and happiness......

It is not his intent to scout for sad news, there are just there. He does have a certain degree of interest to read and understand more and new human’s idiosyncrasies. Such as this shocking article, clicking and pouring itself ready for his mind (chuckled chuckled), that he read and learned the oldest human trade, passive slavery.......

Blacks and pallbearers in Lima, Peru, are as indispensable as it is honorable a tradition yet victimizing as a travesty of tradition uniquely customized to Lima's traditions. The article contains comforting light yet the said suggestion pallbearer akin black and pronounced prestige using a black pallbearer, stretching such custom three centuries back during Spain’s colonization, is either appalling or disturbing. The business of funerals in Peru is good for the Afro-Peruvian; but traditionalized them prestigious gestures for funerals of the wealthy, powerful or respected just not a sling too far from slavery. While the reporter of the article wrote positively of the black community, Afro-Peruvian will still have a long road close to equality and just treatment......

"One does not stumble, one does not pain; stumbles harder where pain really breaks." naThan quOtes .....

By Associated Press.

In this May 13, 2013 photo, Ivan Rivas shaves as he prepares for his work as a pallbearer at a funeral in Lima, Peru. Blacks routinely bear the caskets of presidents, mining magnates and bankers to their tombs in Lima. The peculiar tradition exists neither in provincial Peruvian cities nor in other Latin American countries with significant black populations such as Brazil, Panama and Colombia (AP Photo/Rodrigo Abd)

View more photos or read full article here, by AP!

Please Buy My Umbrella?

Light has not beamed on him yet,
Already he has picked himself up,
Selling umbrellas wearing no shoes,
Or he never owed a pair of shoes?
In northern India where thousands perished or missing,
The rain has not gone away,
The poor of poorest surviving has to go on,
"Will someone buy my umbrella?"

By The Atlantic.com
A young Indian boy sells umbrellas as it rains in a market in Mumbai, India, on June 18, 2013.
Please read or view more here. Thank you.

Mighty Shiva On Guard

He grazes he cannot slight the cyber maze the ever growing pastures of information. He comb those vexed crosshairs disheveled by random pages. He thieves he thought overwhelming and inspiring their viewers those captured instances. He ferrets out only morsels his limited mind to feed his humble blog.

He salutes with great admiration photographers and their work.

He ferreted out, one morsel of this image, that it is necessary to have faith at this merciless travesty of Mother Nature and, especially, for those countries affected or inflicted. Blogger hope this idol statue, considered the Supreme God in Shaivism, will stand unscathed and stay the faith of strength and will in aftermath such destructive currents of nature's travesty. A symbol emanating ever greater presence than the statue itself against the roaring waters.

To the thousands lives perished and still missing, may peace and love have already found and enveloped them, protected them in faith their fate, resting or alive. To the multiple thousands survived, may their cries and grief be met with extraordinary strength and will. Humble blogger found his calling conscience and compassion and shared in their cries and grief. Why not he petition others the same in their prayers or observed vigils for this country of perennial disasters, hampering abject poverty in multitude and for its great devotion of mysterious sacredness for millennia?

By Theatlantic.com

A submerged idol of Hindu Lord Shiva stands in the flooded River Ganges in Rishikesh, in the northern Indian state of Uttarakhand, India, on June 18, 2013. Monsoon torrential rains have cause havoc in northern India leading to flash floods, cloudbursts and landslides as the death toll continues to climb and more than 1,000 pilgrims bound for Himalayan shrines remain stranded.

Read or view more photos here, thanks.

Pallbearer or Blanket Comforter?

The month of May had unfolded hurling stones at the visage of reality. It has opened a new chapter in one’s life full of discolored spots of bruises and healed wounds tainted with insights simultaneously on his body of knowledge; spots of stunted activity blackened by mankind’s dark side but scars of learning curve, in many facets of life, which prove challenging but forcibly instructing.

A pall of darkness casted by the carnage of natural calamities and divine wraths, violation of rights of existence and equality, and, worst of all, violence of terrorism and wars.

A blanket of lightness effectuated by one's fortuity not to suffer carnage, fierce roar of fervent rights activists from all and every kind of media, and, truest of all, infinitesimal susceptibility and milder sensitivity to grieving violence.

Why did human bother to weave a pall a pall and a blanket a blanket? As human’s dark sides abscessed, the rest can only gulp or gasp. Harrumph if one wants, no matter how the colossal the common mass, no region of mankind is immune to fester and incapable to abscess.

The appalling act of genocide and displacement of civilian rebels and innocent civilians politically espoused and executed by what unknown dark matter in a leader married with three children – the Syrian war constituting one small blackened spot but gargantuan pall of darkness. Bomb blasts targeting school children and female students in Pakistan by anti-western Islamist sectarians have been indiscriminately merciless and terrifying. Where is the blanket?

The bomb blasts list 2013 in Pakistan.

Many of these suicidal perpetrators had families too. What did they tell their families or children before their actions? What would their related children learn in the future? Yet one died in martyrdom and in true honor in one’s belief. Their actions not wronged by their beliefs; their bravery and martyrdom are justified by their faiths. Political leaders and religious leaders are whom that educate and nourish the means to beliefs and faiths.

The pall of darkness is spreading faster and wider than the blanket of lightness. Human darkest awaken to pall the goodness in human helmed and turbocharged by wealth; the greed and power of having wealth for the “pallbearer” or “blanket comforter?” So many injustices, too many.

** First Prize: Staged Portraits, Stories
     Photograph courtesy Stephan Vanfleteren, Panos for Mercy Ships, via WPP   
A mass protrudes from Makone Soumaoro's neck as she poses for a photograph taken by Stephan Vanfleteren. Soumaoro, 30, is a housewife with three children who worries that the mass could be a tumor. Guinea is considered one of the least developed countries in the world, with most of its citizens lacking access to affordable health care. Soumaoro, like many others in Guinea, hopes to be aided by the NGO Mercy Ships docked in Guinea's capital, Conakry (map).
Jury member Rena Effendi praised Vanfleteren's approach to the subject: "I can't help noticing the poignant, classic beauty of the people, in spite of all their imperfections. The way he approached the subject of health in Africa from the angle of a staged, studio-lit portrait is respectable. The photographer is being innovative but not exploitative, which is a very fine line."
Published February 22, 2013************

Note: Paris Hilton mug shot is not part of the photo but was inserted by blogger for comparative emphasis thought interestingly just.

Must Read: Dogs Trade In Vietnam

What is these people doing? What are there thinking? What have these people becoming to?
Please I beg all my friends to respond to these cruelty. Shocking, heart-wrenching and inhumane.
This dogs meat trading in Vietnam.

Smugglers drive Thailand's grim trade in dog meat

By Peter Shadbolt, for CNN

June 3, 2013 -- Updated 1036 GMT (1836 HKT)

From CNN, for more reports please read here!

Crushed Faith

The blogger lived in shallow waters,

He experienced merely murmuring grief,

He basked in, light as air, convenient pain,

He shamed himself with very petty cries.

The blogger dared not tread on dark waters,

He could not lie through truth,

He should not desire far better,

He would not complain what not have!

Teary eyes, blood smudged face and a bandage to her mind in horror, seeking to crush her values and beliefs, or her faith? Piercing gasps in cruel silence. She looked for HUMANIY.

Breaking News Photography: Tears in Her Eyes

Photograph by Rodrigo Abd, AP

Aida, one of thousands of women in Syria who have been directly affected by the conflict, sobs as her life literally crumbles around her. According to reports from the Associated Press, the Syrian army destroyed her home in a shell attack, and though she suffered severe injuries in the strike, she made it out alive. Her husband and two children were killed in the attack. - Published April 16, 2013