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  • jaybee
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    Message 1 of 12 , Dec 31, 2000
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      At 07:39 AM 1/1/01 +0530, you wrote:
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    • jaybee
      ... Å£ñ¦ºöÔõ ... The Black Stallion He was wild and free Small, muscular, hoofed Ranged far and wide Knew no boundaries Except those of hunger fatigue,
      Message 2 of 12 , Jan 3, 2001
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        At 06:41 PM 12/31/00 -0800, you wrote:
        >>
        >
        >«ýÒûÇ ¦ºÂÀ¡Ã¾¢ «Å÷¸§Ç,
        >´Õ Á¢¸ô ¦Àâ §ÅñΧ¸¡û.
        >¿£í¸û «Ã¢Â ¦Àâ ¦ºö¾¢¸¨Ç ­Ð§À¡ø À¢öòÐô À¢öòÐ Á¢ýÌØì¸ÙìÌ ±Ø¾¢ÂÛôÒŨ¾
        >Å¢ðÎ ¯.§Å.º¡.Å¢ý ±ý ºÃ¢¾õ §À¡ø ´Õ áÄ¡¸ ¦ÅǢ¢¼§ÅñÎõ.
        >¯Å¡øð ¯Å¢ðÁý ¦º¡ýÉЧÀ¡ø:
        >"Genius is in the publication"
        >¯í¸û ÓØ «È¢×¨¼¨ÁìÌõ ­ôÀ½¢ ´Õ Àó¾Â§Á.
        >
        >«¾üÌ Ó¾üÀÊ¡¸ì ¸ðΨà ÅÊÅ¢ü º£Ã¨ÁòÐ ¬È¡ó¾¢¨½, ¾¢ñ¨½
        >§À¡ýÈ ­¾ú¸Ç¢ø ¦ÅǢ¢¼§ÅñÎõ.
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        >±Ø¾¡Áø ¾¡Ç¢ø ±ØÐõ ¾É¢ì¸ðΨçÀ¡ø ¦¾¡¼÷¦¾¡¼Ã¡¸ ±ØÐÅÐ.
        >«ùÅ¡È¢ýÈ¢ ­§¾§À¡ì¸¢ø ¿£í¸û ¦ºøÅÐ ¯í¸û Å¡ú쨸¨ÂÔõ ¯í¸û ºÓ¾¡Âò ¾¨Ä¨Á¨ÂÔõ
        Å£ñ¦ºöÔõ
        >¦ºÂ§Ä ±ýÚ ¸Î¨Á¡¸ ¬É¡ø À½¢ÅýÒ¼ý ¦¾Ã¢Å¢òÐì ¦¸¡û¸¢§Èý.
        >«¾¢ü À¢¨Æ¢ÕôÀ¢ý ¦À¡ÚòÐ ¬ÅÉ ¦ºö¸.


        The Black Stallion

        He was wild and free
        Small, muscular, hoofed
        Ranged far and wide
        Knew no boundaries
        Except those of hunger
        fatigue, disease.

        Wild he was
        Strong he was
        Free he was
        Fearless he was.

        Till they trapped him.
        Threw him off his feet.
        Tied his legs.
        Dropped a tarp over him.
        Beat the fight out of him.

        Then they pulled the tarp off.
        Burned him with their brand.
        Took the bindings from his legs.
        Jerked him back upright.
        Saddled him, rode him,
        fed him, drove him.
        Until the memory
        Of what he had been
        was lost in the pain.

        Time passed.
        And he grew old.
        Grey. Spindly.
        No longer useable.
        Worthless to them.

        Feed cost.
        So they took him back.
        To where they'd found him.
        Cast him out.
        On old ground.
        To face what was now strange.

        Alone he stood....For a while.
        Alone, he did not move....For a while.
        Then, deep within, memory stirred.
        And his head lifted.

        His eye caught sight of sky.
        Of peak. Of wild others.
        And he bent to feed,
        not yet dead.
        Rose to see, not yet down.
        Moved to explore, not yet lame.

        Life returned....Slowly.....Slowly.
        Healing began....Gently....Gently.
        And the old black stallion
        heard his heart beat.....once more.

        The old black stallion found his
        soul.....once more.
        Knew he was alive....once more.
        Knew he was free....once more.
        Knew he was home....once more.

        (Thanks to Joe Howard)

        «ýÒ¼ý

        ¦ƒÂÀ¡Ã¾¢



        >
        >"´ý§È ¦ºö¢Ûõ ¿ý§È ¦ºö¸; «¨¾ ­ý§È ¦ºö¸" ±ýÀ¨¾ «È¢ó¾ ¿£í¸û
        >¯í¸ÙìÌ ²üÈ ¿ýÉ¡Ç¢ø «ó¾ò ¾¢ÕôÀ½¢¨Âì §¸¡Ä×õ.
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        >¦ÀÚ¦¸É ­ôÒò¾¡ñΠŢǢõÀ¢ø Å¡úò¾¢ Å¢Î츢§Èý.
        >
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        >¾Á¢ú¨Á ¿¢¨ÈóÐ ¦À¡Ä¢¸¦ÅýÚõ Å¡úòи¢§Èý.
        >
        >Žì¸õ.
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        >«ðÄ¡ñ¼¡, «¦Áâ측.
        >
        >
        ========================
      • era.murugan_achwin
        Dear JayBee-san, I second Chandra. Rgds, Era.Murugan ... From: jaybee [mailto:jaybee@tm.net.my] Sent: Wednesday, January 03, 2001 2:44 PM To:
        Message 3 of 12 , Jan 3, 2001
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          Dear JayBee-san,

          I second Chandra.

          Rgds,
          Era.Murugan
          -----Original Message-----
          From: jaybee [mailto:jaybee@...]
          Sent: Wednesday, January 03, 2001 2:44 PM
          To: agathiyar@egroups.com
          Cc: Periannan Chandrasekaran
          Subject: Re: [agathiyar] 'On Learning'-an old Tamil poem


          At 06:41 PM 12/31/00 -0800, you wrote:
          >>
          >
          >«ýÒûÇ ¦ºÂÀ¡Ã¾¢ «Å÷¸§Ç,
          >´Õ Á¢¸ô ¦Àâ §ÅñΧ¸¡û.
          >¿£í¸û «Ã¢Â ¦Àâ ¦ºö¾¢¸¨Ç ­Ð§À¡ø À¢öòÐô À¢öòÐ Á¢ýÌØì¸ÙìÌ ±Ø¾¢ÂÛôÒŨ¾
          >Å¢ðÎ ¯.§Å.º¡.Å¢ý ±ý ºÃ¢¾õ §À¡ø ´Õ áÄ¡¸ ¦ÅǢ¢¼§ÅñÎõ.
          >¯Å¡øð ¯Å¢ðÁý ¦º¡ýÉЧÀ¡ø:
          >"Genius is in the publication"
          >¯í¸û ÓØ «È¢×¨¼¨ÁìÌõ ­ôÀ½¢ ´Õ Àó¾Â§Á.
          >
          >«¾üÌ Ó¾üÀÊ¡¸ì ¸ðΨà ÅÊÅ¢ü º£Ã¨ÁòÐ ¬È¡ó¾¢¨½, ¾¢ñ¨½
          >§À¡ýÈ ­¾ú¸Ç¢ø ¦ÅǢ¢¼§ÅñÎõ.
          >«¾üÌõ Ó¾üÀÊ ´Õ Á¢ý뼡ð¼¨Å¢ø Å¢ÎìÌõ Á¼ø¸û §À¡ø ²§É¡¾¡§É¡ ¦ÅýÚ
          >±Ø¾¡Áø ¾¡Ç¢ø ±ØÐõ ¾É¢ì¸ðΨçÀ¡ø ¦¾¡¼÷¦¾¡¼Ã¡¸ ±ØÐÅÐ.
          >«ùÅ¡È¢ýÈ¢ ­§¾§À¡ì¸¢ø ¿£í¸û ¦ºøÅÐ ¯í¸û Å¡ú쨸¨ÂÔõ ¯í¸û ºÓ¾¡Âò ¾¨Ä¨Á¨ÂÔõ
          Å£ñ¦ºöÔõ
          >¦ºÂ§Ä ±ýÚ ¸Î¨Á¡¸ ¬É¡ø À½¢ÅýÒ¼ý ¦¾Ã¢Å¢òÐì ¦¸¡û¸¢§Èý.
          >«¾¢ü À¢¨Æ¢ÕôÀ¢ý ¦À¡ÚòÐ ¬ÅÉ ¦ºö¸.


          The Black Stallion

          He was wild and free
          Small, muscular, hoofed
          Ranged far and wide
          Knew no boundaries
          Except those of hunger
          fatigue, disease.

          Wild he was
          Strong he was
          Free he was
          Fearless he was.

          Till they trapped him.
          Threw him off his feet.
          Tied his legs.
          Dropped a tarp over him.
          Beat the fight out of him.

          Then they pulled the tarp off.
          Burned him with their brand.
          Took the bindings from his legs.
          Jerked him back upright.
          Saddled him, rode him,
          fed him, drove him.
          Until the memory
          Of what he had been
          was lost in the pain.

          Time passed.
          And he grew old.
          Grey. Spindly.
          No longer useable.
          Worthless to them.

          Feed cost.
          So they took him back.
          To where they'd found him.
          Cast him out.
          On old ground.
          To face what was now strange.

          Alone he stood....For a while.
          Alone, he did not move....For a while.
          Then, deep within, memory stirred.
          And his head lifted.

          His eye caught sight of sky.
          Of peak. Of wild others.
          And he bent to feed,
          not yet dead.
          Rose to see, not yet down.
          Moved to explore, not yet lame.

          Life returned....Slowly.....Slowly.
          Healing began....Gently....Gently.
          And the old black stallion
          heard his heart beat.....once more.

          The old black stallion found his
          soul.....once more.
          Knew he was alive....once more.
          Knew he was free....once more.
          Knew he was home....once more.

          (Thanks to Joe Howard)

          «ýÒ¼ý

          ¦ƒÂÀ¡Ã¾¢



          >
          >"´ý§È ¦ºö¢Ûõ ¿ý§È ¦ºö¸; «¨¾ ­ý§È ¦ºö¸" ±ýÀ¨¾ «È¢ó¾ ¿£í¸û
          >¯í¸ÙìÌ ²üÈ ¿ýÉ¡Ç¢ø «ó¾ò ¾¢ÕôÀ½¢¨Âì §¸¡Ä×õ.
          >ÑÁìÌ «¾¨Éî ¦ºùÅ§É ÓÊì¸ì ̨È¡¾ ÅÂÐõ ¸ýÈ¡¾ ÅǨÁÔõ ÌýÈ¡¾Å¢Ç¨ÁÔõ
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          >¦ÀÚ¦¸É ­ôÒò¾¡ñΠŢǢõÀ¢ø Å¡úò¾¢ Å¢Î츢§Èý.
          >
          >«¸ò¾¢Â÷ «¨ÉÅÕìÌõ ­ó¾ 20001-¬õ Òò¾¡ñÎõ «Ð ¦¾¡¼ìÌõ ¬Â¢ÃÛõ
          >¾Á¢ú¨Á ¿¢¨ÈóÐ ¦À¡Ä¢¸¦ÅýÚõ Å¡úòи¢§Èý.
          >
          >Žì¸õ.
          >¦À.ºó¾¢Ã§º¸Ãý
          >«ðÄ¡ñ¼¡, «¦Áâ측.
          >
          >
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