Kandy Esala Perahera

The Kandy Esala Perahera (the Esala procession of Kandy) is a grand festival celebrated with elegant costumes and is held in July and August in Kandy, Sri Lanka. This historical procession is held annually to pay homage to the Sacred Tooth Relic of Lord Buddha, which is housed at the Sri Dalada Maligawa in Kandy. A unique symbol of Sri Lanka, the procession consists of many traditional local dances such as fire-dances, whip-dances, Kandyan dances and various other cultural dances, in addition to the elephants who are usually adorned with lavish garments. The festival ends with the traditional diya-kepeema ritual, a water cutting ceremony which is held at the Mahaweli River at Getambe, Kandy. The Esala is believed to be a fusion of two separate but interconnected "Peraheras" (Processions) – The Esala and Dalada. The Esala Perahera, which is thought to date back to the 3rd century BC, was a ritual enacted to request the gods for rainfall. The Dalada Perahera is b

A Lonely Dragon

The enormous red and black beauty of the sky,
Always been free to fly.
But since all the little creatures-
With their bows and arrows-
Inhabited the lands,
Freedom is no longer grace.

In disbelief that I am the only one of my kind,
Always hiding behind the great green vines,
Trying to pretend everything is fine.
A lonely mystical creature,
A pure, fierce beauty of the empty blue sky.

All alone in a big black hole of despair,
Weeping over the devastation.
The once beautiful, once peaceful land,
Is now an unsafe land of ruins.

Flying with nothing but peace in my mind,
Over the misty mountains,
And the colourful fields full of flowers.

Hearing the screams of the little creatures.
Then, suddenly a sharp silver arrow through the head,
Dropping involuntarily to the ground,
Like an unwanted piece of meat,
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Wind, Cold, and Altitude Sickness: Winter at the South Pole

Right now, a daring rescue mission is racing against time and harsh conditions to save a sick worker at the South Pole. Dangerous winds, punishing cold, and round-the-clock darkness make flights to Antarctica extremely rare at this time of year. But brutal weather is a familiar forecast for the small crew of scientists who remain at the Amundsen-Scott South Pole Station during winter.

Sven Lidström, operations coordinator for the Norwegian Polar Institute, has been there. An engineer who helped build the IceCube Neutrino Observatory by drilling 2,500-meter-deep holes in the Antarctic ice sheet to house optical sensors, Lidström then spent the winter of 2012 collectinggroundbreaking data from outer space. He has participated in more than 20 expeditions to Antarctica (and as many to the Arctic). These days, however, he deploys to the Norwegian research stations Troll and Tor only for the summer seasons. “Winters ar

Solar Impulse Attempts Epic Atlantic Crossing in Trip Around World

The experimental Solar Impulse 2, a plane powered entirely by the sun, took off from New York City early Monday morning, en route to Seville, Spain. The first-ever attempt to cross the Atlantic using only solar power is expected to take around 90 hours and is one of the tougher legs of the scheduled voyage around the world.

Swiss pilot (and psychiatrist) Bertrand Piccard is at the controls. The flight was previously scheduled to leave Sunday but was pushed back for weather, since the ultra-light craft is highly sensitive to winds.

Piccard is alternating flights with Swiss entrepreneur Andre Borschberg on a total voyage that is expected to cover 22,000 miles (35,000 kilometers) around the world. The plane left Abu Dhabi on March 9, 2015, and is expected to return there later this year. (Learn more about the project.)

The Solar Impulse gets all its energy needs from the 17,000 solar panels lining its top and requires no other fuel. The cells power pr

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Why Great White Sharks Are Still a Mystery to Us

Meeting a great white shark in the wild is nothing like you expect it would be. At first glance it’s not the malevolent beast we’ve come to expect from a thousand TV shows. It’s portly, bordering on fat, like an overstuffed sausage. Flabby jowls tremble down its body when it opens its mouth, which otherwise is a chubby, slightly parted smirk. From the side, one of the world’s greatest predators is little more than a slack-jawed buffoon.

It’s only when the underwater clown turns to face you that you understand why it’s the most feared animal on Earth. From the front its head is no longer soft and jowly but tapers to an arrow that draws its black eyes into a sinister-looking V. The bemused smile is gone, and all you see are rows of two-inch teeth capable of crunching down with almost two tons of force. Slowly, confidently, it approaches you. It turns its head, first to one side and then the other, evaluating you, deciding whether you&rsquo

Sleep, My Child

It's bedtime,
So settle down.
No need to frown.
Drown your sorrows
And let me tuck you in.
Pull your covers
Up to your tiny chin.

Make yourself warm and comfortable,
Cozy up in your blankets of bubble,
Wrap up and cuddle your teddy.
It's time for your lullabies
Of night time that rhyme.

Now you're tired,
So it's bed for you,
My darling daughter.
Sleep is what you desire.

If I could I would
Fill your room with stars,
Hanging over your bed
And in each corner of your room,
Filled with soft cuddly bears
So that you can
Sleep easy and peacefully.
Close your eyes
And sleep, my child,
Whilst I sit here so serenely.

 


 

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Friends

Bunny rabbit lived in the forest. He had many friends. He was proud of his friends.

One day Bunny rabbit heard the loud barking of the wild dogs. He was very scared. He decided to ask for help. He quickly went to his friend deer. He said: “Dear friend, some wild dogs are chasing me. Can you chase them away with your sharp antlers?” Dear said: “That is right, I can. But now I am busy. Why don’t you ask bear for help?”

Bunny rabbit ran to the bear. “My dear friend you are very strong, please help me. Some wild dogs are after me. Please chase them away,” he requested the bear.

Bear replied: “I am sorry. I am hungry and tired. I need to find some food. Please ask the monkey for help”.

Poor Bunny went to the monkey, elephant, goat and all his friends. Bunny felt sad that nobody was ready to help him.

He understood that he has to think of a way out. He hid under a bush. He lay still the

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Friends

How good to lie a little while
And look up through the tree!
The Sky is like a kind big smile
Bent sweetly over me.

The Sunshine flickers through the lace
Of leaves above my head,
And kisses me upon the face
Like Mother, before bed.

The Wind comes stealing o'er the grass
To whisper pretty things;
And though I cannot see him pass,
I feel his careful wings.

So many gentle Friends are near
Whom one can scarcely see,
A child should never feel a fear,
Wherever he may be.

 

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MY BIG BROTHER

I was just 4 when I lost my big brother. He was very supportive. He promised me he will never leave me but he broke the promise. I remember those nights when he used to come from the office and we used to talk about all the things happened in the day. Now I am 12 and its so very hard for me to live now. I've had a break up with best friend who was the other supportive person in my life. I just wished if my DEAREST BROTHER was there with me to help me out of this depressive situation where neither my family nor my friends like me.

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Friends

How good to lie a little while
And look up through the tree!
The Sky is like a kind big smile
Bent sweetly over me.

The Sunshine flickers through the lace
Of leaves above my head,
And kisses me upon the face
Like Mother, before bed.

The Wind comes stealing o'er the grass
To whisper pretty things;
And though I cannot see him pass,
I feel his careful wings.

So many gentle Friends are near
Whom one can scarcely see,
A child should never feel a fear,
Wherever he may be.

 

Puppy And I

I met a Man as I went walking:
We got talking,
Man and I.
"Where are you going to, Man?" I said
(I said to the Man as he went by).
"Down to the village, to get some bread.
Will you come with me?" "No, not I."

I met a horse as I went walking;
We got talking,
Horse and I.
"Where are you going to, Horse, today?"
(I said to the Horse as he went by).
"Down to the village to get some hay.
Will you come with me?" "No, not I."

I met a Woman as I went walking;
We got talking,
Woman and I.
"Where are you going to, Woman, so early?"
(I said to the Woman as she went by).
"Down to the village to get some barley.
Will you come with me?" "No, not I."

I met some Rabbits as I went walking;
We got talking,
Rabbits and I.
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If I Were King

I often wish I were a King,
And then I could do anything.

If only I were King of Spain,
I'd take my hat off in the rain.

If only I were King of France,
I wouldn't brush my hair for aunts.

I think, if I were King of Greece,
I'd push things off the mantelpiece.

If I were King of Norroway,
I'd ask an elephant to stay.

If I were King of Babylon,
I'd leave my button gloves undone.

If I were King of Timbuctoo,
I'd think of lovely things to do.

If I were King of anything,
I'd tell the soldiers, "I'm the King!"

 



 

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Dirty Face

Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child? 
I got it from crawling along in the dirt
And biting two buttons off Jeremy's shirt.
I got it from chewing the roots of a rose
And digging for clams in the yard with my nose.
I got it from peeking into a dark cave
And painting myself like a Navajo brave.
I got it from playing with coal in the bin
And signing my name in cement with my chin.
I got if from rolling around on the rug
And giving the horrible dog a big hug.
I got it from finding a lost silver mine
And eating sweet blackberries right off the vine.
I got it from ice cream and wrestling and tears
And from having more fun than you've had in years.
 

Be Glad Your Nose Is on Your Face

Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.

Imagine if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you’d be forced to smell your feet.

Your nose would be a source of dread
were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.

Within your ear, your nose would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.

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Be Glad Your Nose Is on Your Face

Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.

Imagine if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you’d be forced to smell your feet.

Your nose would be a source of dread
were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.

Within your ear, your nose would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.

Halfway Down

Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair
Where I sit.
There isn't any
Other stair
Quite like
It.
I'm not at the bottom,
I'm not at the top;
So this is the stair
Where
I always
Stop.
 

Halfway up the stairs
Isn't up
And it isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery,
It isn't in town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head.
It isn't really
Anywhere!
It's somewhere else
Instead!
 

Hundreds of Greek Artifacts Are on the Move

Agamemnon, hero of the Trojan War, apparently flew business class, flanked by two watchful handlers in adjoining seats.

Those in the know are mum on the details of how the Mask of Agamemnon—one of the best known treasures of ancient Greece—was conveyed to the National Geographic Museum in Washington, D.C., but they can confirm that the priceless gold artifact is now secure in its display case and ready to greet visitors when "The Greeks: Agamemnon to Alexander the Great" opens at its fourth and final venue on June 1, following earlier shows in Canada and Chicago.

The exhibition—the largest of its kind in a quarter century—has been as much a logistical triumph as a cultural one. More than 550 iconic objects spanning more than 5,000 years of history are on loan from 22 national museums across Greece. Roughly 90 percent of the artifacts have—until now—never

Baby Lazarus - Poem by Jackie Kay

When I got home
I went out into the garden
Liking it when the frost bit
My old brown boots
And dug a hole the size of a baby
And buried the clothes
I'd bought anyway, just in case.

A week later I stood at my window
And saw the ground move
And swell the promise of a crop;
That's when she started crying.

I gave her a service then
Sang Ye Banks And Braes
Planted a bush of roses
Read from the Bible, the book of Job
Cursed myself digging a pit for my baby
Sprinkling ash from the grate.

Late that same night
She came in by the window
My baby Lazarus
And suckled at my breast. 

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Nirmal Ranasinghe: Appreciate your courage.