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A TRIBUTE TO MY FATHER
My father, Ex - Sub. R.THANGVUTA breathed his last on 2 January 2010 at 6:35 AM. He was 86. My father was a soldier. He always responsed a call for duty without fear even in snow bound Kashmir, desert in Rajasthan and in a hilly terrain. He rendered his service for his country with his best capacity. According to his colleagues he did not budge in the battle front.
He was always physically fit even after he was 80. But his strength began to ebb during 2008. On 28 September he was attacked by a stroke for the second time and was immediately admitted to hospital.But he never regained his consciousness.He left this world for his heavenly abode on 2 January 2010 at 6:35 AM. WE MISS HIM. But we know that we shall meet him again in
Posted in Personal.
– January 17, 2010
People who are living in the NE India are not Chink.But they are also Indian
Posted in Blogs.
– September 12, 2009
INDIA
The Culture of India has been shaped by its long history, unique geography,
diverse demographics and the absorption
of customs, traditions and ideas from some of its neighbours as well as
preserving its ancient heritages . India's diversity of religious practices,
languages, customs and traditions are
examples of this unique co-mingling over the past five millennium.
Posted in Books.
– September 12, 2009
PAPARI PASSED AWAY
Papari left this sordid world on 2 September, 2009.On
this very day she came to our office without any complaint, unexpectedly she
collapsed around 11:15 AM. She was declared dead at 11:20 AM. Papari joined
this fraternity on 5 March, 1990 as a Translator and worked with devotion and
sincerity.
Grief is what I feel when someone passes
away
Grief is what I feel when I am
concerned
Grief is what I feel when I lost
someone special
Grief is what I feel when some
accident happens
Posted in Personal.
– September 9, 2009
BUNGA PASSED AWAY
BUNGA PASSED AWAY
Bunga was born in April, 2006. He was young but he was big. He breathed his last last night around 10:20 PM. Before the vet arrived I hold him tenderly. But it was so difficult for me to see how much he suffered. Though he could not talk but I feel he needs me, he needs me more at that hour. When the vet arrived and he said Bunga was poisoned. I failed to understand whose heart was so cruel to hurt such a wonderful and gentle dog. Bunga used to welcome me by wagging his tail. He used to romp and play with my youngest son. He used to walk with me wherever I go and stands ready, willing and able to protect my family with his life. I remember vividly when he nipped at my fingers. His voice was still lingering in my ears, the sound of his bark was the sweetest music for me. For others he was only a dog for us he was a part of our family.
Posted in Pets.
– July 24, 2009