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Uma viagem...

Indian Rivers

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About India

Sobre a Índia

Uma história

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2011-12-18T15:32:00.000-08:00

Eu não sei descrever o sentimento que tenho com relação a esse país.. Sei que a beleza e a simplicidade das pessoas me comove..
Hoje revi o vídeo da moça.. que matou um cachorro.. e senti piedade.. mas.. esse é um sentimento indigno.. dizem... Mas minha concepção é que.. o dó, a pena, a piedade.. são manifestações inconscientes daquilo que se quer gritar.. A indignação morre na garganta.. e, infelizmente resta-nos o grito "pra dentro"... de uma maneira que não se pode mostrar..
Eu vi alguns vídeos de curta metragem indianos e.. Nossas realidades são tão iguais que me marcam e tatuam a certeza de que devo ver.. não pra crer.. mas pra que essa massa alucinada presa na garganta possa ser deglutida.
Isso é o suficiente hoje. ...pois amanhã há um sol que vai brilhar no Leste.. iluminar meu país.. e, quem sabe fazer a igualdade de forma justa funcionar!

2011-11-20T15:05:00.000-08:00

Ontem sonhei... sonhei...

Começarei minha viagem em

Amritsar... Lá eu pedirei aos Gurus proteção

para a minha jornada: Lá onde o Golden Temple

brilha a vida.

Ontem sonhei...

Seguirei viagem por

Nova Delhi ... Lá eu ouvirei os sons mais insanos,

os cheiros suaves e fortes d cultura e das cores da India.

Então irei a

Agra... para ver o Taj Mahal..Vou ver a arquitetura do santuário

em mármore branco.. em sua beleza quase insuportável.

Então dou um pulo em

Jaipur ..conhecer as joias e o o palácio do Vento

e a história da India

Finalmente irei a

Mumbai... lá, sim.... Terei ido a India.

2011-11-05T06:15:00.000-07:00

Given below are some interesting facts about the Indian Rivers. Many of the rivers of India are famous around the world for some specific reasons.

2011-10-24T18:58:00.000-07:00

O teatro indiano tem uma história que remonta cerca de 5000 anos ou mais. De fato, o primeiro livro sobre o drama, o chamado Shahtra Natya, foi escrito na Índia por Bharat Muni. Conforme os historiadores, o momento em que este livro foi escrito é estimada a cair entre 2000 aC e dC século 4. O teatro tradicional indiano iniciou-se como uma forma narrativa com elementos como recitar, cantar e dançar desempenhando um papel crucial. Nos tempos atuais, há muitas formas de teatro na Índia. As principais são:

DIFFERENT FORMS OF TRADITIONAL THEATRE

Originally the theatre form Swang,

was mainly music-based. Gradually, prose too,

played its role in the dialogues. The softness of

emotions, accomplishment of rasa alongwith the

development of character can be seen in this

theatre form. The two important styles of Swang

are from Rohtak and Haathras. In the style

belonging to Rohtak, the language used is

Haryanvi (Bangru) and in Haathras, it is Brajbhash

Nautanki is usually associated with Uttar Pradesh.

The most popular centres of this traditional t

heatre form are Kanpur,

Lucknow and Haathras.

The meters used in the verses are:

Doha, Chaubola, Chhappai, Behar-e-tabeel.

There was a time when only men acted in

Nautanki but nowadays, women have also started

taking part in the performances.

Among those remembered with reverence is

Gulab Bai of Kanpur.

She gave a new dimension to this old theatre form.

Raasleela is based exclusively

on Lord Krishna legends;

it is believed that Nand Das

wrote the initial plays based on

the life of Krishna.

In this theatre form the d

ialogues in prose combined

beautifully with songs and

scenes from Krishna's pranks.

Bhavai is the traditional theatre

form of Gujarat. The centers of

this form are Kutch and Kathiawar.

The instruments used in Bhavai are:

bhungal, tabla, flute, pakhaawaj, rabaab,

sarangi, manjeera, etc.

In Bhavai, there is a

rare synthesis of devotional

and romantic sentiments.

Fairs in honour of gods, or religious rituals

and ceremonies have within

their framework musical plays are known as Jatra.

This form was born and nurtured in Bengal.

Krishna Jatra became popular due to

Chaitanya's influence. Later,

however, worldly love stories too,

found a place in Jatra.

The earlier form of Jatra has been musical.

Dialogues were added at later stage.

The actors themselves describe

the change of scene, the place of action, etc.

Maach is the traditional theatre

form of Madhya Pradesh.

The term Maach is used for the

stage itself as also for the play.

In this theatre form songs are

given prominence in between

the dialogues. The term for dialogue

in this form is bol and rhyme

in narration is termed vanag.

The tunes of this theatre form are known as rangat.

Bhaona is a presentation of the

Ankia Naat of Assam.

In Bhaona cultural glimpses of

Assam, Bengal Orissa,

Mathura and Brindavan can be seen.

The Sutradhaar, or narrator begins

the story,

first in Sanskrit and then in either

Brajboli or Assamese.

Tamaasha is a traditional folk theatre form

of Maharashtra. It has evolved from

the folk forms such as Gondhal, Jagran and Kirtan.

Unlike other theatre forms,

in Tamaasha the female actress

is the chief exponent of dance

movements in the play. She is known as Murki.

Classical music, footwork at lightning-speed,

and vivid gestures make it possible

to portray all the emotions through dance.

Dashavatar is the most developed theatre

form of the Konkan and Goa regions.

The performers personify the ten incarnations

of Lord Vishnu-the god of preservation

and creativity.

The ten incarnations are Matsya

(fish), Kurma (tortoise),

Varaha (boar), Narsimha (lion-man),

Vaman (dwarf), Parashuram, Rama,

Krishna (or Balram), Buddha and Kalki.

Apart from stylized make-up,

the Dashavatar performers wear masks of wood

and papier mache.

Krishnattam, folk theatre of Kerala, came into

existence in the middle of 17th century A.D.

under the patronage of King Manavada of Calicut.

Krishnattam is a cycle of eight plays performed

for eight consecutive days. The plays are

Avataram, Kaliamandana, Rasa krida,

kamasavadha, Swayamvaram, Bana Yudham,

Vivida Vadham, and Swargarohana.

The episodes are based on the theme

of Lord Krishna - his birth, childhood pranks

and various deeds depicting victory of good over evil.

Mudiyettu, traditional folk theatre form of

Kerala is celebrated in the month of Vrischikam

(November-December). It is usually performed

only in the Kali temples of Kerala, as an oblation to

the Goddess. It depicts the triumph of goddess

Bhadrakali over the asura Darika. The seven

characters in Mudiyettu-Shiva, Narada, Darika,

Danavendra, Bhadrakali, Kooli and Koimbidar

(Nandikeshvara) are all heavily made-up.

Theyyam is a traditional and extremely popular

folk theatre form of Kerala. The word 'Theyyam'

is derived from the Sanskrit word 'Daivam'

meaning God. Hence it is called God's dance.

The tradition of worshipping of spirits of ancestors,

folk heroes, and deities of various diseases and ailments

can be traced back to ancient times in South India.

Theyyam is performed by various castes to appease and

worship these spirits. One of the distinguishing

features of Theyyam is the colourful costume

and awe-inspiring headgears (mudi) nearly

5 to 6 feet high made of arecanut splices, bamboos,

leaf sheaths of arecanut and wooden

planks and dyed into different strong

colours using turmeric, wax and arac.

Koodiyaattam, one of the oldest traditional theatre

forms of Kerala, is based on Sanskrit theatre traditions.

The characters of this theatre form are: Chakyaar

or actor, Naambiyaar, the instrumentalists and

Naangyaar, those taking on women's roles.

The Sutradhar or narrator and the Vidushak or jesters

are the protagonists. It is the Vidushak alone who delivers

the dialogues. Emphasis on hand gestures and eye

movements makes this dance and theatre form unique.

Yakshagaana, traditional theatre form of Karnataka,

is based on mythologicalstories and Puranas.

The most popular episodes are from the

Mahabharata i.e. Draupadi swayamvar,

Subhadra vivah, Abhimanyu vadh, Karna-Arjun yuddh

and from Ramayana i.e. Raajyaabhishek,

Lav-kush Yuddh, Baali-Sugreeva yuddha and Panchavati.

Therukoothu, the most popular form of folk drama

of Tamil Nadu, literally means "street play".

It is mostly performed at the time of annual temple

festivals of Mariamman (Rain goddess) to achieve rich harvest. At the core of the extensive

repertoire of Therukoothu there is a cycle of

eight plays based on the life of Draupadi.

Kattiakaran, the Sutradhara of the Therukoothu

performance, gives the gist of the play to the

audience and Komali entertains the

audience with his buffoonery.

2011-10-23T16:29:00.000-07:00

"Uma das civilizações mais antigas do nosso planeta, a Índia é um país de contrastes. A diversidade de línguas, hábitos e modo de vida não impedem que haja uma grande unidade na cultura do país.Ao mesmo tempo que cada estado tem seu próprio modo de expressão, como na arte, música, linguagem ou culinária, o indiano é profundamente arraigado ao sentimento de amor à sua nação e tem orgulho de sua civilização ancestral, o que mantém vivas até hoje muitas tradições.

Talvez pela profusão de deuses adorados por diferentes segmentos da sociedade, a tolerância religiosa é algo inerente aos indianos acostumados a conviver com a diversidade, como as línguas diferentes faladas muitas vezes por vizinhos. Nos dias de hoje ocorrem conflitos religiosos, mas isso não pode ser considerado característico."

A similaridade entre Índia e Brasil está na alegria dos dois povos. Alguns indianos são exatamente como nós: Com o seu "jeitinho indiano" o conhecido "tirar vantagem em tudo", mas acima de desvios, a alegria de viver.

"A principal mensagem dessa cultura é a aquisição de conhecimento e a remoção da ignorância. Enquanto a ignorância é como a escuridão, o conhecimento é como a luz." Os indianos têm facilidade para falar vários idiomas. Isso é uma bênção dessa fome de conhecimento.

Quase tudo na India é espiritualidade, mas na verdade o grande propósito da cultura indiana é o conhecimento, e toda essa importância dada às religiôes se deve ao pricípio de que o propósito da vida na terra é sair da escuridão da ignorância e chegar à luz do conhecimento.
A Índia é o 7º maior país do mundo em extensão. Sua área corresponde a 1/3 do Brasil.
Localizada na região centro-sul do continente asiático, a Índia é delimitada ao norte pelo Himalaia, e faz fronteira com o Paquistãom China, Butão, Bangladesh e Mianmar.
A vasta planície central é caracterizada pela presença de três grande srios: Ganges, Indo e Brahmaputra. No extremo sul do país, uma grande região é ocupada pelo planalto do Decã.

{"One of the oldest civilizations on our planet, India is a country of contrasts. The diversity of languages, customs and way of life do not preclude that there is a large unit in the culture of país.Ao while each state has its own way expression, as in art, music, language and cuisine, the Indian is deeply rooted in the feeling of love to his nation and is proud of its ancient civilization, which keeps many traditions still alive.Perhaps the profusion of gods worshiped by different segments of society, religious tolerance is inherent to the Indians used to live with diversity, such as languages spoken often by neighbors. Today religious conflicts occur, but this can not be considered characteristic. "The similarity between India and Brazil is in the joy of two people. Some Indians are just like us: With his "knack Indian" known "to take advantage of everything", but above deviations, the joy of living."The main message of this culture is the knowledge acquisition and removal of ignorance. As long as ignorance is like darkness, knowledge is like light." The Indians are easy to speak several languages. This is a blessing of that hunger for knowledge.Almost everything in India is spirituality, but in fact the great purpose of Indian culture is knowledge, and all this emphasis on religion is due to pricípio that the purpose of life on earth is out of the darkness of ignorance and reach the light of knowledge.India is the 7th largest country in size. Its area corresponds to 1 / 3 of Brazil.Located in the south-central Asia, India is bounded on the north by the Himalayas, and bordering the Paquistãom China, Bhutan, Bangladesh and Myanmar.The vast central plain is characterized by the presence of three major srios: Ganges, Indus and Brahmaputra. In the extreme south, a large region is occupied by the Deccan plateau.}

2011-10-22T18:56:00.000-07:00

I met India in a dream I had when I was a teenager. I fell in love Gandhi, in fact, the ideals of freedom of Gandhi. The simplicity of a man moving a world without weapons to fight for the freedom of his nation.
I re-met a few years ago to India.
But I knew even to India from February 2011.
I've watched a movie where a woman's visit to India and finds herself. The search was for herself, but she didthrough religion.
I get stronger every time I see my goal in India.
My energy is there. I will not drink water from the Ganges, but I want to wet my feet in it and maybe find myself also.

2011-08-06T19:24:00.000-07:00

Bandeira da Índia

DADOS PRINCIPAIS

ÁREA: 3.287.782 km²
CAPITAL DA ÍNDIA: Nova Délhi
POPULAÇÃO: 1,21 bilhão (estimativa 2010)
MOEDA DA ÍNDIA: rúpia indiana
NOME OFICIAL: República da Índia (Bharat Juktarashtra).
NACIONALIDADE: indiana
DATA NACIONAL: 26 de janeiro (Proclamação da República); 15 de agosto (Independência); 2 de outubro (aniversário de Gandhi).

Brasão de armas da Índia

GEOGRAFIA DA ÍNDIA:

LOCALIZAÇÃO: centro-sul da Ásia
FUSO HORÁRIO: + 8 h30min em relação à Brasília
CLIMA DA ÍNDIA: clima de monção (maior parte), clima tropical, equatorial (S), árido tropical (NO), de montanha (N).
CIDADES DA ÍNDIA (PRINCIPAIS): Mumbai (ex-Bombaim), Calcutá, Nova Délhi; Madras, Bangalore.
COMPOSIÇÃO DA POPULAÇÃO: indo-arianos 72%, drávidas 25%, mongóis e outros 3% (censo de 1996).

IDIOMAS: hindi (oficial), línguas regionais (principais: telugu, bengali, marati, tâmil, urdu, gujarati).

RELIGIÃO: hinduísmo 80,3%, islamismo 11% (sunitas 8,2%, xiitas 2,8%), cristianismo 3,8% (católicos 1,7%, protestantes 1,9%, ortodoxos 0,2%), sikhismo 2%, budismo 0,7%, jainismo 0,5%, outras 1,7% (em 1991).

DENSIDADE DEMOGRÁFICA: 310 hab./km2

CRESCIMENTO DEMOGRÁFICO: 1,6% ao ano (1995 a 2000)

TAXA DE ANALFABETISMO: 37% (2006).

RENDA PER CAPITA: US$ 3.500 (estimativa 2010).

IDH: 0,519 (2010) médio

ECONOMIA DA ÍNDIA :

Produtos Agrícolas: algodão em pluma, arroz, chá, castanha de caju, juta, café, cana-de-açúcar, legumes e verduras, trigo, especiarias, feijão.
Pecuária: bovinos, ovinos, caprinos, suínos, eqüinos, camelos, búfalos, aves.
Mineração: minério de ferro, diamante, carvão, asfalto natural, cromita.
Indústria: alimentícia, siderúrgica (ferro e aço), têxtil, química e medicamentos.
PIB: US$ 4,04 trilhões (estimativa 2010)
Força de Trabalho: 478 milhões de trabalhadores (estimativa 2010)

Consulado da Índia em São Paulo
Av. Paulista, 925, 7o andar - Cerqueira César
São Paulo - SP - CEP 01311-100
tel. (0xx11) 3171-0340 / 3171-0341
fax (0xx11) 3171-0342

Embaixada da Índia
SHIS QL 08, CONJ. 08, CASA 01, Lago Sul - Brasília, DF.
Tel. (061)3248-4006, fax (061) 3248-7849
E-mail: indemb@indianembassy.org.br

(Retirado de www.suapesquisa.com/paises/india/)

2011-08-06T19:19:00.000-07:00

The Fly of Peacock

Chapter One

Peacocks

Do you leave now, Teresa? _ Asked the doorman to the teacher..
_ Yes, John. Today I have to go to the doctor. You know I'm reviewing today.
_ You will be a redhead wig tomorrow?
_ Why, John? Did you not like the blonde? _ asked the woman with smiling eyes.
_ No! Imagine. It is also beautiful. But I prefer the redhead. _ answered the boy kind of shy.
_ I prefer the absence of wigs, John. I do not like them.
_ I know, Teresa. I know.

Even with so many overdue tasks, it was necessary that Teresa had stayed away from school where she worked for twelve years earlier in the day. It was inevitable. She went into her car parked in front and went to school, measured as usual. That day she felt more alone than ever, it was a landmark date. Today would 42 years. And there was so much history to remember that day. Soon she later had to face a difficult session.
Forty-two years of life. Forty-two years of death. That's how she thought her life. A life in death or would be a death in life? No matter the dichotomy. What really mattered was the question: How much still live? When she die? She still had time to pursue her dream? Everything could be so interesting, but all she sees are the years that passed, in fact, many numbers: 42. And yet it would perhaps not many experiences, because Teresa’s horizons had become so limited. They’re so no prospects. They’re so sad without the limits of tomorrow. Her biggest concern at the time the book was finished so vital in your life. Today she wrote three chapters. The life of poet deserved to be known to all through her vision. She was sure that the injustices to that master of poetry and stories would only he would deserve the trophies that were really his poems, wonders into verse.
She parked the car in front of the clinic and went down with its elegant Louis Vitton in tow. She was dressed, as always, a tailler. Today she had chosen a light gray suit, to match the dark clouds in the sky, harbinger of rain later. Her friends were surprised when working the way she dressed, but she was not bothered with these details.
Brown quickly entered the building, by an old wooden door, where shee saw a carved serpent coiled around a cup. The secretary was waiting with a serious face. Without even greeting Teresa, she headed for the doctor's waiting room. Thoughtful as always, Teresa did not care about the rudeness of the attendant and sat down in an old leather couch, now with the marks of time. But she knew that couch, she had sat on it several times in the last four years.
_ Are you ready, Teresa? _ Asked his old friend startling her. She stood up smiling and with a strong and secure voice replied:
_ Of course, Peter. I'm always ready.
They entered the room where the smell penetrated the nostrils of the smell of Teresa carrying pain and suffering. The worst was the smell. Nothing disliked more than the smell to Teresa.
The doctor asked her to take off her shoes, blazer, bracelets and earrings. She removed her glasses and also at that time she prayed silently.
_ How is your boyfriend, Teresa? _ The doctor asked, a little to brighten the environment. A nurse came to help the doctor who wore disposable gloves.
_ It's going, Peter. I think we're getting married, but I do not know if he would accept me the way I am. _ She said lying on a gurney immaculately white.
_ Did you have not told him yet? _ Asked the doctor while the nurse punctured her skin looking for a vein to the serum was injected.
_ Not yet. I'm afraid he can not stand to know “the news”. He has too many problems at the moment. Moreover, he could not do anything to help me.
_ Of course he could! _ Said Dr. Peter angry because he did not conform with her old friend, Teresa, do not to tell anyone in her family about hers problems. That strength that she appeared, was actually a lotus-flower, sensitive, lonely and brief. _ He could come here and stay with you throughout the process.
_ No, Peter. He could not. He is married.
_ What?? Are you crazy? You dating a man for three years, he is married and just tell me today? Why, Teresa? _ The doctor began injecting the drug slowly.
_ Because I know you would be angry. And say I'm crazy. And indeed he is not married as you think. He is a Muslim. And Muslims can have up to seven wives._ Teresa has said the old feeling numbness approaching. She knew what was next. But the fight against cancer that has already lasted too long and she knew she had little time to find love. But she would travel. She would see elephants and Bengal tigers. And would the world's most beautiful peacocks beside the man she loved. And thinking about the many colors of peacocks, as her wigs, and this time, she fainted.

Chapter Two

They Are not in the Air

Teresa got off the plane still half dazed because of time zone. She looked at the sky. As blue as she had never seen. She put the handbag shoulder and walked smiling into the sun that shone so wonderful that morning in Lebanon. All she had imagined did not compare to the thrill of going down at Beirut airport. After passing through customs, take a large suitcase, she saw a sign with your name. She laughed, because she could read: Mem.Teresa Andrade. She thought that ” Mem” should be a form of formal treatment in that country as conservative. She was also disappointed because she expected that Sayd, her boyfriend, had gone to fetch her at the airport and not a stranger. She approached the man with the board and introduced herself:
_ Hi I am Teresa. But I'm not a man.
_ Hello, Madam. “Mem” means Madam.
_ Ok Sorry. Can you help me with my bags?
_ Of course, Madam Andrade. _ said the man with his head bowed.
The man followed Teresa to the car. He opened the back door of the Mercedes for her to enter. He closed the door politely, put the bags in its trunk and got into the car. That's when Teresa asked him:
_ Why did not Sayd come for me?
_ He apologizes for not being here, but unavoidable family problems arose. Then he asked me to come pick it up. It's okay, Madam?
_ Oh! Yes It's okay. What's your name? _ She asked ashamed to call it a "driver".
_ Looka, madam. My name is Looka.
_ Is his name Arabic, Looka?
_ No, Madam. It is an Indian name.
_ Thank you, Looka. It's a beautiful name. Are you Indian?
_ Yes, Madam. I am. _ He said while switching to the right lane. He was angry today, because many things were not working that day. And now that the Brazilian woman had come to disrupt his plans. He hoped she would soon leave. But something inside him secretly thrilled when he looked at those sad eyes in the rearview mirror. She had her hair very short. And did not wear the veil. She had taken off his sunglasses still in the airport and looked out the window in the car visible with a mixture of surprise and anguish.
_ I never met an Indian before. You are the first I met. Nice to meet you, Looka!
_ Thank you, Madam. _ He said, looking at those sad eyes again. She did not look like the others. She looked different. There was something in those brown eyes that she was leaving Looka worried.
_ Is Looka Christian name? There is a Gospel of Luke. Are you Muslim, Looka?
_ No, Madam. I have no more Religion.
_ Why? You do not believe in God?
_ No, Madam. I believe. I was banished from my religion a few years ago. _ He said angrily after the woman asking so many questions. He would not tell her why he's no longer going to the temple. Although sometimes he hid out in order to do his prayers without being seen by anyone. But that does not interest her. Something in his heart, instead, wanted to talk to her. But he just ignore those bright eyes and look at the road ahead and stopped the car to go when the light turned yellow.
_ Sorry, Looka. You must have done something very serious to be expelled to his church. Whatever you have done. Your debt is to God and nobody else. You do not seem a bad man, on the contrary. Kindness seems to radiate from you. _ she said, looking eyes in the rearview mirror.
_ I did, Madam. I've done something serious. But I will not talk to you, it does not concern you. _ replied he saw her eyes go down in a sign of shyness. She should have more than forty years or a little more. But he was surprised that mature woman still be left with red faces because of his lack of education. Then he said: _ I'm sorry Madam Andrade. I do not want to be impolite. I think that is living together with Arabs who are making me rough and ignorant. Excuse me, please.
Teresa raised her head and looked in the mirror. He did not look at it. But she could feel the shadow of those eyes on her.
So much had happened since she had resolved to quit the job two months ago. She had been cured of a cancer that almost killed her. Teresa thought about how things had happened fast. She had hoped to be able to grow their hair to make that long awaited trip. Sayd was followed by the internet all her life in the last eight months, since she had started again undergoing chemotherapy. He was always present in her day, even if only virtually. He phoned every day to see how she was. The small stock of it in worrying about it had caused Teresa felt compelled to make that trip that Sayd had desired. And now she was there. In a strange country, talking with the driver, when it was so nice to rude.
_ All right, Looka, It's okay. I do not have the right to ask personal things in your life. Excuse me, please.
_ No, please, Madam. Ask me anything you need to know madam. _ Not understand why he had said this. He should be happy for her to shut up. But those eyes carrying tons of pain Looka deeply touched. _ Would you like to stop somewhere before finding Mr. Sayd?
_ No, Looka, thank you. I need to get to the hotel and take a bath because it's too hot. I feel the air preaching in my skin, like dust. _ Teresa spoke to try to distract herself and not think about things that troubled her.
_ This is how the air here, Madam. You will get used in three or four days. _ Looka said Teresa, who was looking absently out the window of the car. Driving carefully and slowly, Looka thought on how to solve your problem before that Brazilian woman were involved. Teresa seemed so simple, even seeming maturity using that white blouse under the jacket beige. It showed a modest elegance. She wore a discreet diamond earrings in the ears. And in the hands bore no adornment. Nothing but a discreet watch with brown leather strap that he had also seen when she raised her hand to greet him at the airport. Thinking better now, Looka felt that his emotions had changed when he touched her hand. The hands were cold, despite the heat that was in Beirut. But she had her hand her touch was soft and strong, hard, like she was on the edge of a cliff holding a rope. Looka thought of touching the hand of Teresa when she said:
_ Looka, has your English a British accent. It is why England colonized India?
_ No, Madam. _ That he said smiling about this question_ I lived many years in London. I worked there until six months ago when I came to work in Beirut in a transportation company of a friend. Then Mr. Sayd hired me as a driver of his wives.
_ You are a driver of the wives of Sayd? _ She asked moving away from the seat toward him.
_ Yes, Madam. I take them to the doctor, to the temple, to shopping malls. They all go together. The four. Will you be the fifth wife, Madam? _ He asked already knowing the answer.
_ I do not know, Looka. I came to Beirut to meet Sayd personally. We've been together over three years, but have not yet met. We dated through the Internet and by phone. Excuse me, Looka, I should not talk to the driver of my boyfriend about it. _ She said with a slight smile saw that look in the mirror when she returned to sit back in the seat.
_ All right, Madam. You can say whatever you wants. Nothing we say leave us in that car. I want to take something and ask, if possible. _ He said in a tone very seriously.
_ Wow! You spoke so weird now! You can talk, Looka. I'm hearing you.
_ If anything happens, anything at all, you should find me. _ He knew he could not risk that way, but he could not shut up. He felt that Teresa was different .. He wanted to protect her from everything and everyone. Lookera felt urgency. It was strange mess of it. He knew that Teresa would not understand anything, but he did not care. He just wanted ... He was not sure what he wanted.
_ Why are you telling me this, Looka? _ Teresa asked, startled.
_ You're welcome, Madam. It's just a manner of speaking. No need to worry, ma'am. I just wanted to be educated and also host. There's nothing to worry about anything, Lady. _ till angry with himself, Looker said: _ We're here, Madam. I'll open the door for you.
_ Thank you, Looka. Nice talking to you during our short trip. Sayd told me that would be 15 minutes from the airport to the hotel. Thank you for pick me up at the airport. And thank you for worrying about me. But it will be okay. _ Teresa said before Looka off the car. He kept looking at her in the rearview mirror. That same look of worried that he had done as he asked for it to look for it if anything happened. Teresa felt that she was safe with Looka. And she was sure she could count on his care she needed.
Looka got out and opened the door for Teresa to come down. At that moment their eyes met across from each other. She felt her legs tremble and feel that what had happened. A sense of deja'vu. That moment had already happened in another life. Her heart pounding and hands, always cold, suddenly burned as flames were burning the invisible hand of Teresa. And fire came down his face when he said:
_ Madam, Without the two of us that's left is me. Only me.

Chapter Three

They live

Teresa woke up with the feeling of being in the wrong place. Her head ached probably because of the wine she had taken with Sayd in the hotel bar the night before. She was shorter than she imagined, but he had the same charisma that she remembered. The distinctive voice of him was still in her ears. She could still hear the laugh of it subtle and continuous. Teresa knew there was still much to know and she needed to rely more on Sayd, but he was so kind that she would not let him worried. She got up and went to the bathroom. She took a quick shower. When she came back to the bedroom she found a breakfast tray with a flower on it. Alongside was a note inviting from Sayd to Teresa gets to meet his house. He said, on the note, that the driver would come get her. She was apprehensive, because the words of Looka was still on her mind. She had not understood what he had said, but it was something prophetic. Teresa had always been very rational, but sometimes get carried away by imagination. Maybe it was the influence of the sign of cancer, but she did not believe in astrology, so she did not give importance to these things.
Teresa felt that was her life had changed a lot. She had no concerns with respect to the family because her parents lived a comfortable life on a farm surrounded by dogs, cows and horses, loves her father. At the time she cared to live her life as well. Before the trip, his parents had told her that it was madness. Teresa should not travel to the other side of the world to go meet a man. Even more a Muslim. It was not right in the head. But she refused to listen to parents and friends and ventured to Lebanon. Teresa's parents did not understand that this might be her last trip. It was important for her to give that gift to herself. Teresa was not afraid. I never had. She was bold and always faced problems with determination, like an eagle flying into a plane. Even fearless, she was afraid when he got sick. She had been cured twice, but this time she would no longer risking so much suffering. So she had decided to make that trip. Teresa met Sayd personally and he was charming, but she knew she could not have one together. They were too different, even though she loved him. She knew she would not have time to do the things she had wished, but at least she was trying to be happy.
As she dressed, Teresa chose a long beige skirt, a light pink blouse and decided to use a scarf to cover their hair short. She put the old watch on your wrist and sat on the balcony of the hotel where there was a small table with two seats. She put the tray with coffee and sat looking at the view of a noisy city. Beirut was just another big city. Teresa is not enchanted with big cities. She preferred small towns, preferably near the field.
While having coffee, she felt a chill in his legs when she thought of Looka, the driver of Sayd. He had dark brown hair, she saw the flap of the Looka’s cap driver . However, she remembered the eyes dark, almost black. Looka’s eyes had a glow that attracts like a magnet. She would have plunged into those eyes without fear of drowning, had she not Sayd in your life. In fact, she had been unable to forget the light that radiated from the enigmatic gaze of look. His eyes were like a vice, addiction because the more we try to pull away, the more we are attracted to it.
Teresa closed her eyes and chewed a piece of croissant, she remembered the Looka’s voice. It was a soft voice that gave security to those who heard it. She looked at her watch and saw that he must have been waiting for her. She returned to the room, grabbed her handbag and left.

Looka looking at my watch and thought that the woman must have been coming. He should not have accepted this job. He had traveled much and knew that this was not the best job in the world, but they paid well and he liked what he did. He did not like to feel anonymous, as his profession demanded anonymity as a priority. Looka knew his mission was ending because he had collected the evidence they needed to arrest Mr. Sayd. He was an investigator for Interpol and there were more than a year working on the case of international trafficking in women. They came mainly from South America and poor countries in Asia. Sayd came into contact with poor women through by the Internet and invited them to visit Lebanon, where he kept them as domestic slaves. Have a Maid in Lebanon is a luxury item and how many nouveaux riches they exploit these women. Looka knew that Teresa was not a slave of Sayd these women. That morning, Sayd had told to Looka about Teresa that she was different. The boss had also spoken of the Teresa’s disease and that had touched Looka, more than he would. But the boss does not notice this slight emotion in Looka. With the work completed, Looka wanted to visit his parents in Northern India and then back to London to certainly be sent to another mission. It was not easy being a secret agent. For he had to have double work. He was no longer a young adventurer. Looka at two years and he would 45 years could retire. Then he would live in a quiet place where there is beach, sun and maybe have time to find one great love: one woman who completed it in full. Looka had estranged him feel touched by Teresa. He did not get involved with women for a long time. Always had girlfriends, but had never been in love. Looka’s parents charged to whenever one of the youngest grandchild. And Looka had promised to give his parents grandchildren before they die. He would keep that promise.

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Chapter Four

In Dreams

Teresa saw Looka and approached him with a smile in her eyes, but he can not see because she wore sunglasses.
_ Good Morning, Looka. _ she says smiling.
_ Good morning, Madam _ greeted him very seriously.
Looka opened the door to enter and both Teresa felt the strange force that attracted the two.
Teresa saw Looka come in and take the place of the driver's seat. He corrected the position of the mirror and could look at her face while driving. Teresa noticed that Looka looked tired and tense and thought it would be better to remain silent. Feelings are strange, she thought. She had left her country in search of an adventure than they could have remembered in her short future. However, she never imagined she would live such contradictory feelings in such a short space of time. Teresa was not very religious, but always asked God for help and insight to help guide her to the best possible way. At that time she asked God to enlighten all the ways that she would pass. Looka had entered in her life a very different way of Sayd. While Sayd was mild, moderate, even in speech, Looka appeared agitated, anxious, as if he had a need for everything to "yesterday." Teresa did not resist and asked him:
_ Looka, what did mean those words you told me at our last meeting?
_ We are two known madam. But there is much to unfold each other. I felt I already knew you from somewhere. _ He said looking at those brown eyes, as Teresa had taken the sunglasses.
_ I know my mother for forty-two years and she does not know me, Looka. _ Teresa also said looking into his eyes.
_ Excuse me, Madam, but you saw me once and I feel that you know me more than people who live with me for years.
_ I think you're confusing things, Looka. _ Teresa said, starting to worry about the direction of the conversation. _ I do not know half of what I am.
_ I know you, Madam. _ said the man sharply.
_ How so? _ She asked a little scared.
_ Often it is not necessary to see a person to know her. There are other ways in which they share and share. I do not mean the fantasies and desires. Some things just are. I lived it with you. I experienced things I never thought I would live. For me it was all very real.

Teresa thought that Looka was crazy, because what he said made no sense. She thought of Sayd and how it always felt close to her as if he were real, even if separated by a computer monitor. She would like Sayd was saying those things to her and not that lovely driver who was leaving her shivering, her body shaking and breathing changed.
_ I still do not understand, Looka. What are you telling me?
_ I felt your soul to my joining. It's as if my life was complete, fused to her. I believe we exist to know ourselves. Though they are only two times when I see you, I can guarantee that my life was worth it. Answer me, Madam. Do you not feel like you know me well?

Teresa was horrified by what he heard and could not speak much.
_ Looka, I have another person in my life. I thought I felt those things Sayd. I have dreams and loneliness. Sayd can not give me what I want. I can not fool you by telling you what I feel, they will be words to the wind. I'm not pruning your dreams as you do with the branches of a tree. I do not even know what to say at this time. You're confusing me. _ Teresa said, afflicted with so much information coming from a man with such a macho culture. She did not believe what I was hearing those words so full of sweetness and charisma. She even thought about the word despair. But he was emphatic when he said:
_ You are my dream. For someone who has my life, dreams are as essential as oxygen.
_ I did not ask to be your dream, Looka. It's your choice.
_ Madam, I'm just showing my reality today. A reality that I'm trying to change. I'm trying to make my reality different and you are part of it. You are my inspiration.
_ Looka, you're already a mature man. You are acting in a reckless manner, telling me these things. I am very uncomfortable with their words. I also feel flattered, but I can not give you what you want. I met Sayd when I was sick and he helped me a lot. _ Teresa said this with confidence.
_ I know, Madam. He told me about your illness. But you should not trust him as far as trust. You should not give your heart to a man like him.
_ Looka, you should not say these things about your boss. What Sayd told you is a sign of his confidence in you. _ Teresa spoke seriously.
_ You do not know Mr. Sayd as well as I, madam. So I claim to know of her illness.
_ Sayd not know I'm still sick, Looka. The doctors could not prevent the cancer from spreading. I have a few months of life. So I said I can not give you anything. I also can not give anything to Sayd. _ Teresa cried when asked Looka. _ Please do not tell me anything that harms what I think about Sayd. I did not come here to marry him because I can not do that to him. I can not promise him something I know I will not do. His image should remain unspoiled for me, no stains. So do not say anything about he because I do not care. I also can not participate in your dream, because my reality is fatal. I can not live dreams. I'm sorry.

Looka, with eyes full of tears, just thinking about the inevitability of life. He knew that he was born to Teresa& he loved it. But as things are unfair. He had lived so many years for the work that you forget to live. He had dignity. He would not tell Teresa about the business of Sayd. Suddenly he felt pity for the boss because he knew that Mr. Sayd also loved Teresa. They were two loving the same woman, but neither can realize the dream of being with her.
Looka stopped the car in front of the house of Mr. Sayd who was already waiting for them. The boss opened the door for Teresa to come down. He saw her eyes filled with tears and said:
_ What is it, my love? _ Worried embraced her with affection.
_ Nothing, Sayd. I'm fine. I'm thrilled to be here and see you. Let's go, for I am anxious to meet your family.
_ Of course, my beloved. All are eager to meet you too.

Look away saw the couple embraced. He rested his head on the steering wheel and wept.

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Chapter Five

Distant

Teresa felt tired after that long day. The day in Sayd’s house was wonderful. She met their wives. She was introduced to his sons. And she had loved his mother. A nice lady with a purple handkerchief covering her head, she had made a point to give it after Teresa. Sayid's mother had helped make lunch especially for Teresa. She had never eaten anything so delicious in her life. The women talked to her in English, talking about the qualities of Sayd: perfect husband and wonderful father. Teresa had been difficult to forget the words of Looka, but the people she had met at the house of Sayd had made her distracted and forget those moments when those words so kind, full of pain.
After lunch, the women went to a separate room, while Sayd answered a few calls. There the women drank coffee and that was a sad moment, because the mother of Sayd had insisted on reading the fate of Teresa in the coffee grounds. The poor lady had been scared, and just not say anything. But the old lady had been loving the output when Teresa had embraced and said that Allah would be happier in two months. She also asked that Teresa took the scarf, it was a reminder that Sayd's mother would be praying for the fate of Teresa.
Teresa had been touched by the affection she had received those people with those customs so different from hers. Sayd had shown her pictures of his family and this had made Teresa feel misses of her home. She had planned to stay two weeks in Lebanon, but in two days she had had more thrills than 10 years of marriage.
The former husband of Teresa had married a friend of hers and they never saw them because the couple had moved to Peru, where they had bought a farm.
Teresa would give Sayd those two weeks and she knew that even though Looka had touched here heart they could not be more than friends. She had confessed to him as she was, it showed that she trusted him.
Teresa's feelings were disturbed. She knew what she wanted. She had aims, but she had no time.
That night she would be at the hotel. And before bed she made a decision. She would talk with Looka the next day. She would not go out with Sayd because he had told her that he had important business in the area of export to solve. Teresa had seen that Sayd was a very wealthy man, but that did not interest her. The most important for Teresa was a living. The life so short it left her. It was with regret, she had not looked for Looka when Sayd opened the car door for her. She felt very bad about doing so. But she wanted to ignore it. Teresa was thrilled with everything she had heard of Looka. She did not want to share it with Sayd because it was something between her and Looka. Now she felt even worse because she had the feeling of being deceived Sayd.
It would solve all the next day.

Look arrived at the hotel around nine o'clock in the morning. He had estranged the boss asked him to go to the hotel because Madam Teresa wanted to talk to him. Sayd had said it should be because she wanted to go somewhere for sightseeing and Looka should take across Teresa Beirut and show her the main sights. Sayd asked them not to leave the city, Looka should be made available lady's all day.
The driver (agent) asked to hotel receptionist to warn Teresa's suite that he was waiting for her. Looka how much thought he had found charming in Teresa as she had been cold to him when she had left the car the day before. She had not given him a only look. Looka had not slept all night thinking about how his life had become after he had seen the woman. He knew she would not realize the dream he had a son, but he had managed to lose his heart to her.
Teresa was carrying a light that lit up who was beside her. He had seen a beauty in the world he did not understand. Look was not young, but he felt like the world is blooming for him. He would still try to turn to its advantage that relationship with Teresa, but she was also a universe of mystery.
Look realized that Teresa came and went to meet her. He knew she did not want to ride, but had obeyed the orders of Mr. Sayd. And there he was waiting for her who was fresh as a rosebud purple, typical of the region where he had grown up. She wore a black pants, a purple blouse and a purple scarf over her hair and she wore red shoes. He knew that the hairs were short because of chemotherapy, but she seemed not to care. She was beautiful with a handkerchief. He remembered his mother wearing scarves purple or orange.
Once approached Looka felt hands are wet. But she knew why she was there.
_ Hi, Look. Can we talk in other place? _he looked at her and asked if she wanted to go in the car, but she preferred to walk the ancient streets of downtown Beirut. They walked down the sidewalk when Teresa said:
_ Looka, I'm sorry for yesterday. I was a bit shaken by what you told me. I would like to say that was special. Something that would change his feelings for me. But I can not. For I felt that my heart would explode in color when I saw you yesterday. When you look through me. The most beautiful colors of a rainbow spread through my body and I felt everything you told me in the car. _ Teresa stood for a moment, turned to Looka, not caring if they were stopping people from moving down the sidewalk and continued: _ I know I had to have said yesterday, but I have a commitment to Sayd and I could not betray him. I have little time left, so I know that my actions are going to take me to heaven. I can not fool Sayd. I can not fool you. _ Teresa took the Looka’s hands between her, looked intently into his eyes and with tears in his eyes said: _ I will always keep in my heart the fond memories of Beirut. But I'll keep you in place there are more special in me, for there is your place. You will live in my mind like myself, but I do not want and I can not see you anymore.

Looka looked at her gently squeezed those cold hands trembled and got it. God had shown Teresa to him. He knew what love was between man and woman, but above all she showed Looka the value of character and loyalty. That woman came from afar Looka to understand that life is transitory and that life should be lived with dedication and respect for others. Whether a hero or villain, the important thing is to live with human beings with dignity and consideration. Teresa had already given for Looka more than he had imagined finding a day.

Both players held hands and went back to the front of the hotel. Teresa came in and Looka never saw her again.

Ten days later Teresa returned to Brazil bringing smiles in the trunk, joys, tours, friends and a love that she would keep forever in your heart.

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Epilogue

Far from Reality

It was a wind day when Sayd placed flowers on the tomb of Teresa. He had been jailed five years for the crime of paying poor women to take Lebanon for them to work as domestic servants. He thought he was helping these women by giving them a job in another country, even for a miserable salary. He had left by wealthy friends who needed women for domestic service. Sayd knew was wrong and he had paid for his crime in jail.
Your former employee Looka had made the arrest in the act when a young Bolivian girl had landed at Beirut airport. The agent, disguised as a chauffeur, arrested Sayd before being taken to prison, Looka had spoken to him about Teresa. About the sweetness of this woman and how she had transformed the lives of those two men.
Looka had returned to India and had married a woman from his church. Because of the work he had been banished from religion, but after retirement, he had explained everything and he was accepted back. Now Looka was a religious leader of a small village in northern India. Looka had a son and he and Sayd talked to two times after Sayd was released from prison. Sayd said to Looka that would travel to Brazil and Looka asked him to buy purple flowers for Teresa.
Sayd had gotten a visa to come to Brazil to see the tomb of Teresa. She was the woman he would have been the only woman. Sayd missed her. And even though he had never seen her still he misses Teresa.

The End

Fly Of Peacocks

PEACOCKS: THEY ARE NOT IN THE AIR, THEY LIVE IN DREAMS, DISTANT FAR FROM REALITY!

Longest River in India

Brahmapurta River (2,850 Kms)

Second Longest River in India

Ganga (Ganges - 2,507 Kms)

Volume of Water carried by Indian Rivers

1683000 million cubic meters per year

Major Himalayan Rivers

Indus, the Ganga and the Brahmaputra

Major Peninsular Rivers

Godavari, Krishna, Cauvery, Pennar, Mahanadi

Type of Indian Rivers

Snow fed Rivers (North Indian Rivers) and Rain fed rivers (South Indian Rivers)

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Toda história, tem um tempo. O meu tempo hoje é este: Sei que aqui haverá segredos e degredos; Muito está internalizado no meu universo e eu gostaria de compartilhar. Não "partilhar, mas com-partilhar sem divisões... Pois em minha hsitória a entrega não é parcial. Para ser minha existência, tem-se que ser a totalidade.

A força do mandacaru me encanta. É um valente que rompe a secura do sertão e brota uma vida, ainda que espinhosa, mas uma vida que traz em suas raízes nódoas de dor sede.