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स्वस्तिक का अर्थ सामान्यतय: स्वस्तिक शब्द को "स" एवं "अस्ति" का मिश्रण योगे माना जाता है। यहा "स्" का अरथे है- शभ और "अस्ति" का- होना। संस्कत व्याकरण अनुसार "स्" एवं "स्ति" को जब संयुक्त किया जाता है तो जो नया शब्दू बनता है- वो है "स्वस्ति" अर्थोत "शुभ हो", "कल्याण हो"। ©KhaultiSyahi #Path #swastik #mean #Life_experience #khaultisyahi #Life #Truth #Truth_of_Life #Reality #symbol

स्वस्तिक का अर्थ सामान्यतय: स्वस्तिक शब्द को "स" एवं "अस्ति" का मिश्रण योगे माना जाता है। यहा "स्" का अरथे है- शभ और "अस्ति" का- होना। संस्कत व्याकरण अनुसार "स्" एवं "स्ति" को जब संयुक्त किया जाता है तो जो नया शब्दू बनता है- वो है "स्वस्ति" अर्थोत "शुभ हो", "कल्याण हो"। ©KhaultiSyahi #Path #swastik #mean #Life_experience #khaultisyahi #Life #Truth #Truth_of_Life #Reality #symbol

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-56 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY SCHOOL(ALANAHAT HIGH SCHOOL) BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY i know not how much i love her how much i crave for her how much i miss her miss her delicate touch her scenic beauty and serene atmosphere she is in the heart of my heart in the soul of my soul and my whole being is possessed by her i see in her beauty and virtue personified love and passion agglomerated in her a panacea to all my maladies an asylum for my tired mind and limbs she is my love Alanahat High School where i truly lived where once walked the greats of our time where i was groomed and schooled with my contemporary heroes and heroines who shined and dazzled in every field and left their footprints on the mosaic of time that was my school, where teachers were gurus, students were sisyas and the school was a gurukula, where nothing but love, commitment and concern reigned nothing but the betterment of the students and the school mattered that is my school where the sun never sets love never fades winds never stop blowing the queen of seasons at its fascinating best where goddess saraswati truly resides where the atmosphere still vibrates with the aroma and charisma of teachers and students of bygone days far from the material world and its glittering outlay stands my school majestically on the bank of the devi river where come students from various nook and corner to fulfil their aspirations and have with them the symbol and dignity of the school forever when there were no electricity, telephone and little means of communication our school had an auditorium, a science lab, a big library, a cinema projector, a generator and a mini stadium debates were held every week, where discussed and deliberated everything under the sun varying from regional to international scenario, from current affairs to french and russian revolution. that was my school where teachers were more like fathers, the epitome of love and commitment who left lucrative jobs and big money to work in this remote corner where there was no scope to further their career under their shadow, love and compassion the school grew and developed excelled in every field, be it in academics, sports, oratory or literature our head teacher was an encyclopaedia a complete man with a clear vision the pivot around which the school revolved and reached the zenith of glory and success the stories he used to tell in evening still, guide his students shining and showing the way to millions in different corners the teachers of our school were adept in all subjects, from mathematics to sanskrit, from english to geography, everything was in their domain, students were never taught but made to learn among other things the values and dignity of life the school stood on the sacrifice of the teachers who preferred a rural school to modern amenities and the students who never let their teachers down and shined in every field given an option i would love to go back to my school to those awesome dreamy days to that relationship, captivating and full to those friends for whom one can live and die to those revered teachers who were god incarnate to that spellbinding atmosphere, a dream for many i would love to walk miles on barefoot under the scorching heat of sun and pears of shower i would love to dance on my school corridor play cricket and sprint on the field i would love to gather me, my love and dreams shattered in the flow tide of time and that innocent smile i lost somewhere in between ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #SunSet SOMETHING I LOOK AT-56 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY SCHOOL IS CELEBRATING ITS 75TH FOUNDATION DAY ON 12.1.19. AND 13.1.19 MY SCHOOL

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-56 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY SCHOOL(ALANAHAT HIGH SCHOOL) BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY i know not how much i love her how much i crave for her how much i miss her miss her delicate touch her scenic beauty and serene atmosphere she is in the heart of my heart in the soul of my soul and my whole being is possessed by her i see in her beauty and virtue personified love and passion agglomerated in her a panacea to all my maladies an asylum for my tired mind and limbs she is my love Alanahat High School where i truly lived where once walked the greats of our time where i was groomed and schooled with my contemporary heroes and heroines who shined and dazzled in every field and left their footprints on the mosaic of time that was my school, where teachers were gurus, students were sisyas and the school was a gurukula, where nothing but love, commitment and concern reigned nothing but the betterment of the students and the school mattered that is my school where the sun never sets love never fades winds never stop blowing the queen of seasons at its fascinating best where goddess saraswati truly resides where the atmosphere still vibrates with the aroma and charisma of teachers and students of bygone days far from the material world and its glittering outlay stands my school majestically on the bank of the devi river where come students from various nook and corner to fulfil their aspirations and have with them the symbol and dignity of the school forever when there were no electricity, telephone and little means of communication our school had an auditorium, a science lab, a big library, a cinema projector, a generator and a mini stadium debates were held every week, where discussed and deliberated everything under the sun varying from regional to international scenario, from current affairs to french and russian revolution. that was my school where teachers were more like fathers, the epitome of love and commitment who left lucrative jobs and big money to work in this remote corner where there was no scope to further their career under their shadow, love and compassion the school grew and developed excelled in every field, be it in academics, sports, oratory or literature our head teacher was an encyclopaedia a complete man with a clear vision the pivot around which the school revolved and reached the zenith of glory and success the stories he used to tell in evening still, guide his students shining and showing the way to millions in different corners the teachers of our school were adept in all subjects, from mathematics to sanskrit, from english to geography, everything was in their domain, students were never taught but made to learn among other things the values and dignity of life the school stood on the sacrifice of the teachers who preferred a rural school to modern amenities and the students who never let their teachers down and shined in every field given an option i would love to go back to my school to those awesome dreamy days to that relationship, captivating and full to those friends for whom one can live and die to those revered teachers who were god incarnate to that spellbinding atmosphere, a dream for many i would love to walk miles on barefoot under the scorching heat of sun and pears of shower i would love to dance on my school corridor play cricket and sprint on the field i would love to gather me, my love and dreams shattered in the flow tide of time and that innocent smile i lost somewhere in between ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #SunSet SOMETHING I LOOK AT-56 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY SCHOOL IS CELEBRATING ITS 75TH FOUNDATION DAY ON 12.1.19. AND 13.1.19 MY SCHOOL

Rj Rupal Rajput

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Call me old soul but, I find peace in temples, nature, sky, moon, sunsets, books, flowers, the smell of rain & people who feel like a home. ©Rj Rupal Rajput #sunflowers as a symbol of #faith & #devotion #radiating #positivity & #hope. #oldsoul #peace #naturelover #nojotostreaks

Call me old soul but, I find peace in temples, nature, sky, moon, sunsets, books, flowers, the smell of rain & people who feel like a home. ©Rj Rupal Rajput #sunflowers as a symbol of #faith & #devotion #radiating #positivity & #hope. #oldsoul #peace #naturelover #nojotostreaks

Bhagyashree Jena

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She suffered to get Identity, although she is the symbol of identification, She cried a lot to get the love of her husband, who declined to accept her as his wife, now she is alone;like the cactus in the desert, there is no any enthusiasm,only found sufferings of treason, she understood life is not always a bed of roses, most of the time it has to experience the cactus of the desert. ©Bhagyashree Jena #She is the symbol Bibhuprasad Biswal:Aesthete indefinite_mirage Singh Rajnish Dristi Dash

She suffered to get Identity, although she is the symbol of identification, She cried a lot to get the love of her husband, who declined to accept her as his wife, now she is alone;like the cactus in the desert, there is no any enthusiasm,only found sufferings of treason, she understood life is not always a bed of roses, most of the time it has to experience the cactus of the desert. ©Bhagyashree Jena #She is the symbol Bibhuprasad Biswal:Aesthete indefinite_mirage Singh Rajnish Dristi Dash

Neena Jha

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Dear lonliness You are my Facebook...whom I scroll, where I chat with people, where I have my own WALL too.  You are My what's app... where I do the same. My all fests start with you, but not  end.  You are my sayings and doings, my all words, each and every letter or symbol...everything for you P. S. I never IGNORE you like people.  Neena Jha Sanjogini ©Neena Jha #intezaar #Neverendingoverthinking #नीना_झा #जय_श्री_नारायण #संजोगिनी जय माँ शारदे 🙏 Dear lonliness

Dear lonliness You are my Facebook...whom I scroll, where I chat with people, where I have my own WALL too.  You are My what's app... where I do the same. My all fests start with you, but not  end.  You are my sayings and doings, my all words, each and every letter or symbol...everything for you P. S. I never IGNORE you like people.  Neena Jha Sanjogini ©Neena Jha #intezaar #Neverendingoverthinking #नीना_झा #जय_श्री_नारायण #संजोगिनी जय माँ शारदे 🙏 Dear lonliness