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| Evolution of Love Part 2 |
| There is a National Land Mark in Bahrain and is called 'The tree of life'. This tree is considered one of the seven natural wonders of the modern world. It stands on a hill in the Arabian Desert surrounded by miles of sand. There is not another tree as far as the eye can see – there’s actually no life at all in that vast, arid desert. The average temperature in the region is 105 degrees Fahrenheit, often soaring to 120 degrees, and bone-stripping sandstorms are common. How does the tree survive? No one is certain. Scientists have speculated that the nearest possible source of water is an underground stream about two miles away and that the tree is somehow drawing water from that stream. Others say the tree has learned to extract moisture from breezes blowing in from the Persian Gulf or squeeze moisture from grains of sand. Others claim that the tree is standing in what was once the Garden of Eden, and so has a more mystical source of water. Whatever the reason, the Tree of Life is more than four hundred years old, thirty-two feet high, and abundantly covered in green leaves. As I sat in its shade against its wide trunk, I meditated on how this tree represents our willpower. If we can tap into our willpower, we’ll be inspired to thrive even in apparently impossible situations. The Tree of Life represents hope – a hope beyond logic. Hope can nourish, sustain, and inspire us to grow even in challenging circumstances. From a devotional perspective, the Tree of Life represents faith in a power beyond this world – the power of the Supreme Being’s love for us. The tree of Life stands alone. Somehow, against all odds it finds water in the desert and has been doing so for centuries. And the tree’s growth is not stunted. It reaches in to the heavens and offers its shade to any who sit beneath it. The odds today may not be in our favour, Have faith and hope, This too shall pass. Stay safe, Be like the Tree Of Life & Stay Blessed forever! |
| He was watering the plants in the posh gardens of an International school, heat and dust didn't seem to affect him. "Ganga Das, Principal Ma'am wants to see you -- right now"... The last two words of the peon had lots of emphasis on them, trying to make it sound like an urgency. He quickly got up, washed and wiped his hands and headed towards the Principal's chamber. The walk from the garden to the office seemed never ending, his heart was almost jumping out of his chest. He was trying all the permutation and combination, figuring out as to what has gone wrong that she wants to see him urgently... He was a sincere worker and never shirked from his duties... knock knock... "Madam, you called me?" "Come inside..." an authoritative voice made him further nervous... Salt n pepper hair, tied neatly in a french knot, a designer sari-sober and very classic, glasses resting on the bridge of her nose... She pointed out towards a paper kept on the table... "Read this"... "B..but Ma'am I am an illiterate person. I can not read English. Ma'am please forgive me if I have done anything wrong... give me another chance... I am forever indebted to you for allowing my daughter to study in this school, free of cost... I could have never ever dreamt of such a life for my child.." And he broke down almost trembling: "Hold on, you assume a lot...we allowed your daughter because she is very bright and you have been our sincere worker.. Let me call a teacher in, she will read it out and translate it to you... this is written by your daughter and I want you to read this." Soon enough the teacher was called and she started reading it, translating each line in Hindi... It read- "Today we are asked to write about Mother's Day. I belong to a village in Bihar, a tiny village where medical and education still seem like a far fetched dream. Many women die every now and then while giving birth. My mother was one of them too, she could not even hold me in her arms. My father was the first person to hold me.. or perhaps the only person. Everyone was sad.. as I was a girl and I had "eaten up" my own mother. My dad was instantly asked to remarry but he refused. My grandparents forced him by giving all logical, illogical and emotional reasons but he didn't budge. My grand parents wanted a grandson, they threatened him to remarry or else he will be disowned... He didn't think twice... he left everything, his acres of land.. a good living, comfortable house, cattles and everything that counts for a good lifestyle in a village. He came to this huge city with absolutely nothing -- but me in his arms. Life was tough, he worked hard day and night.. raised me with tender love and utmost care. Now I understand why suddenly he developed a dislike for things that I would love to eat when there was only one piece left in the platter.... he would say that he hates eating it and I would finish it considering that he does not like it.... but as I grew older I realised the reason and what sacrifice is all about. He gave me the best possible comforts beyond his capacity. This school gave him a shelter, respect and the biggest gift -- an admission to his daughter... If love and care defines a mother... then my father fits in there. If compassion defines a mother, my father fits in well in that category too... If sacrifice defines a mother, my father dominates that category. So in nut shell.. if a mother is made of love, care sacrifice and compassion... MY FATHER IS THE BEST MOTHER ON EARTH THEN. On Mother's Day, I would like to wish my father for being the best parent on earth... I salute him and say it with pride that the hardworking gardener working in this school is my father. I know I may fail this test after my teacher reads this -- but this would be a very small price one would pay towards an ode to the selfless love of my father. There was a deafening silence in the room... one could only hear soft sobbing of Ganga Das.... The harsh sun could not wet his clothes with sweat but soft words of his daughter had soaked his chest with tears.... he was standing there with hands folded.. He took the paper from teacher's hands... held it close to his heart and sobbed. Principal got up.. offered him a chair, glass of water and said something... but, strangely the crispness of her voice was taken over by a surprising warmth and sweetness.... "Ganga Das.. your daughter is given 10/10 marks for this essay... This is the best essay ever written about Mother's Day in the history of this school. We are having the Mother's Day gala event tomorrow and the entire School Management has decided to invite you as the Chief Guest for the event... This is to honour all the love and sacrifice a man can do to raise his children... to show that you do not have to be a woman to be the perfect parent... And most importantly this is to reinforce/appreciate/acknowledge the strong belief of your daughter in you, to make her feel proud.. to make the entire school feel proud that we have the best parent on earth as stated by your daughter." "You are a True Gardener, who is not only looking after the gardens, but also nurturing the most precious flower of your life in such a beautiful way...." "So Ganga Das, will you be our Chief Guest for the event? This story explores the natural event of nurturing a garden with best intent.. |
| Introducing a book "Die empty" by Todd Henry Most of us live with the stubborn idea that we’ll always have tomorrow to do our most important and valuable work. We fill our days with frantic activity, bouncing from task to task, scrambling to make deadlines and chase the next promotion. But by the end of each day we’re often left asking ourselves “did the work I do today really matter?” We feel the ticking of the clock, but we’re stuck in first gear, unsure of the path forward and without a road map to guide us. Here’s the hard truth: sooner or later all of our tomorrows will run out, so how we choose to spend today is significant. Each day that we postpone difficult tasks and succumb to the clutter that chokes creativity, discipline, and innovation results in a net deficit to the world, our organizations, and ourselves. Die Empty is a tool for people who aren’t willing to put off their most important work for another day. Todd Henry explains the forces that keep us in stagnation, and introduces a process for instilling consistent practices into your life that will keep you on a true and steady course. Each day that we postpone difficult tasks and succumb to the clutter that chokes creativity, discipline, and innovation results in a net deficit to the world, our organizations, and ourselves. It’s not about slaving over a project or living on a whim—it’s about embracing the idea that time is finite and making the unique contribution to the world that only you can make. Henry shows how to cultivate the mindset and the methods you need to sustain your enthusiasm, push through mental barriers, and unleash your best work each day. His guiding principles and checkpoints include: Define Your Battles: Counter aimlessness by defining your goals wisely and build your life around achieving them. Be Fiercely Curious: Prevent boredom from dulling your senses by approaching your work with a curious mindset. Step Out of Your Comfort Zone: Make a valuable contribution to the world by getting uncomfortable and embracing lifelong growth and skill development Sure to bring a newfound clarity and a sense of urgency to how you approach your work every day, Die Empty will help you reach for and achieve your goals. “Don’t go to your grave with your best work inside of you. Choose to die empty.” |
| These horses or "pit ponies" were deprived of experiencing the sunlight and fresh air. Instead, they lived in darkness underground, relying on their instincts and the guidance of their human partners, known as conogons. These horses were born, worked, and perished in the dark, enduring strenuous labor. It was not uncommon for a single horse to pull up to eight heavy coal wagons alone. Despite their challenging circumstances, these animals maintained their dignity and were aware of their rights, such as refusing to move if they felt burdened with excessive wagons. They also possessed a remarkable sense of time, knowing when their working day should end and finding their way back to the stables even in darkness. This demanding work of horses in the mines continued until 1972 when technology took over, marking the end of an era. On December 3, 1972, Ruby, the last miner's horse, emerged from the mines in a grand fashion. Accompanied by an orchestra, Ruby, adorned with a flower wreath, was brought out of the darkness, symbolizing the conclusion of the era of mining horses and their connogon partners. To commemorate their shared labor underground, a sculptural composition named "Conogon" was erected within the Museum-Reserve "Red Hill". |
The first says: "The person who comes into our life is the right person" In other words, no one comes into our lives by chance, all the people around us, who interact with us, are there for a reason, to make us learn and advance in each situation. The second law says: "What happens is the only thing that could have happened." Nothing, but nothing, absolutely nothing that happens to us in our lives could have been otherwise. Not even the most insignificant detail. There is no: "if I had done such a thing, such another would have happened...". Nope. What happened was the only thing that could have happened and it had to have been so for us to learn that lesson and move on. Each and every one of the situations that happen to us in our lives are perfect, even if our mind and our ego resist and do not want to accept it. The third says: "Anytime it starts is the right time." Everything starts at the right time, neither before nor after. When we are ready for something new to start in our lives, that is when it will begin. And the fourth and last: "When something ends, it ends." Just like that. If something ended in our lives, it is for our evolution, therefore it is better to leave it, move on and advance already enriched by that experience. I think it is not by chance that you are reading this, if these words came into our lives today; It's because we're prepared to understand that no snowflake ever falls in the wrong place." |
| *The love triangle and murder of passion that rocked Bombay of the sixties!* It was one of the most sensational murder cases in the history of independent India. A senior serving Commander of the Indian Navy shot his friend dead for having an extramarital affair with his exquisitely beautiful wife *Sylvia!* The Commander was KM Nanavati, born as *‘Kawas Manekshaw Nanavati’* in the year 1925. The handsome and dashing Commander had settled with his British wife Sylvia and three children in Bombay. He often used to be away from home on duty to the nation for long periods. Lonely Sylvia, fell in love with *Prem Bhagwandas Ahuja,* a prominent Sindhi socialite playboy and friend of Kawas Nanavati. Kawas Nanavati returned home on 18 April 1959, only to find that Sylvia was distant and anxious. On investigating, the brutal truth came out. Sylvia was having an affair with Prem Ahuja, his friend. Kawas was shattered and furious. He asked Sylvia whether she would like to marry Prem. She remained silent all through. Some reports claim that she asked Kawas for a divorce so that she could marry Prem but herself doubted whether Prem would marry her or not. This led Kawas to take the matter into his own hands. On the fateful day, *27 Apr 1959,* Kawas drove Sylvia and his children to the matinee show of the movie 'Tom Thumb' at the Metro theatre in Bombay. Then he went to the Naval Base in Bombay and picked up his .38 bore Webley Scott service revolver and drove to Prem’s apartment. Kawas asked Prem whether he would take responsibility for his affair with Sylvia and marry her. Prem mocked him saying that if he married every woman he slept with, he would be a polygamist Kawas was outraged. He shut the door of Prem's flat and shot him thrice on his chest killing him then and there. After the act, he went to the deputy commissioner of the police, DCP John Lobo and surrendered himself. Prem Ahuja’s sister, Mamie Ahuja, filed a case against Kawas for murdering his brother. There were several trials, after which the jury verdict came in favour of Kawas declaring him *‘Not Guilty’ by 8:1 votes.* The sessions judge, Ratilal Bhaichand Mehta, considered the acquittal as perverse and referred the case to the Bombay High Court who found Kawas guilty of homicide amounting to murder and sentenced him to life imprisonment. The Supreme Court upheld the decision on 11 November 1961. *Most importantly, the jury system for trials was subsequently abolished in India.* Commander Nanavati was pardoned after 3 years by the then Governor of Maharashtra, Vijay Lakshmi Pandit on account of ethnic-political considerations. Kawas immediately migrated to Canada with his family. The case had then caused a vertical split between the two most influential communities of Bombay... The *Parsis and Sindhis*. During the proceedings of the court there used to be demonstrations by thousands on Bombay roads. The case was so much in the public minds that replica revolvers of Nanavati were sold on Bombay streets as memorabilia. A tabloid, *‘Blitz’* headed by Russi Karanjia covered the whole case. It played a major role in giving a sympathetic turn to the story, portraying Kawas as a ‘wronged husband’ and Prem as a ‘Playboy.’ At that time the price of Blitz shot up to Rs 2, from its normal rate of 25 paise. *It was also the first case of Ram Jethmalani who obviously represented the Sindhi side.* Kawas Nanavati died on 24 July 2003 in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Sylvia is now 90 and presently living a secluded life in Canada with her grandchildren. The sensational Nanavati case inspired many movies. The first being *'Yeh raaste hain pyar ke'* starring Sunil Dutt and Leela Naidu and the latest being the 2016 film *Rustom.* Akshay Kumar plays the eponymous character of Commander Rustom Pavri and Illeana D'Cruz plays the role of Sylvia in this thinly disguised replay of the case. The story introduces a conspiracy angle, which is pure fiction. Towards the end, Commander Pavri and his wife walk out of the court with their heads held high after Rustom is declared ‘not guilty.’ Rustom’s plot was far removed from the reality of the real Nanavati case, however the film was a box-office hit and was a huge success in India and overseas. The song from Rustom below, *'Tere sang yaara',* sung by Atif Aslam depicts the life of Commander Nanavati, beginning from his Naval training days at Portsmouth in England, and his true love for his beloved wife despite her being unfaithful. *That's how fascinating the murky past is!* |
Since the breakfast time is only till 10.30, the hotel staff told that whoever wants to have whatever, should have it till 10.30. After this the buffet will be closed. What and how much can any person eat for breakfast? But because the order to ban breakfast had come, I saw that people quickly got up from their chairs and someone was bringing a full plate of fruits, someone was ordering four omelettes. Someone brought idli and dosa, while another man brought two-three glasses of juice. Someone brought a plate full of toast along with honey, butter and mustard sauce. I sat quietly at my place and kept watching all this. One or two mothers were stuffing food into the mouths of their children. She was saying eat immediately, now this restaurant will be closed. Breakfast is usually free for those who stay at hotels. Meaning, morning breakfast is included in the hotel fare. I have seen many people many times that they try to reach breakfast late in the morning and eat a little more so that they can handle the work of lunch. Many people also eat more because they think that it is free, so there is no harm in taking more. Many people know that they cannot eat that much, but they stock up just so that they do not fall short. Actually every person knows his own dosage. He knows he can only eat so much. But he gets trapped in greed and collects more than required. I kept watching everything silently from my chair. It was half past ten. The restaurant was closed. People were sitting. He had collected a lot of things on the table. But now they were not able to eat. How can anyone drink two-three glasses of juice? Top with four omelettes. Lots of toast. Many children were fighting with their mother that they should not eat anymore. Mothers were also tired of eating and feeding. And finally, one by one everyone left the breakfast on the table and slowly went out. Meaning, all that juice, fruits, eggs, bread all went waste. 🌟 *This is life.* 🌟 We are all busy gathering more than our appetite. We all know that we will not be able to use it. We know that even our children will not be able to enjoy this. But we gather more than enough on our respective tables. When we gather, we are not so ignorant that we do not know that we will not be able to eat them all. We know that we will leave these and walk out of the restaurant shyly, leaving everything on the table. Save only as much as you really need. *This world is a restaurant.* *No one can sit in this restaurant forever.* *No one can eat in this restaurant continuously.* *There is a limit for everyone's food.* *The duration of everyone's stay in the restaurant is also fixed.* Take only that much which you enjoy. Collect only as much as can meet your needs. , *Everything else is left here. Be it breakfast or anything else*... Many of us see many people leaving the restaurants of the world, leaving a lot of things on the table. But still we don't understand how much we need. *We know that we will also leave everything, but in the pursuit of accumulating, we also stop tasting what is there*. 😔😔😔 |
| The night before Vishu- the Keralite New Year , the patriarch & matriarch after all have gone to bed, decorate the Pooja room- to set the the ‘kani in Malayalam, . Sri Krishna occupies pride of place among all deities for Vishu as the story a below is about celebrating the rewards of our faith in him. Bowls of gold/ silver coins, loose change, currency bundles and sets of the dresses to be gifted to each member rice grain, lentils, fruit & vegetables. All the good things for life. A mirror is also placed. SRI KRISHNA AND WHY THE GOLDEN YELLOW FLOWERS ARE USED. Kanikonna Flower, or Vishu Kani Konna, is the yellow flower that is used for Kani during the and it symbolically shows the power of devotion. Before daybreak they wake up the members of the family to usher them to the puja room with their eyes closed. They are assisted to sit told to open their eyes to witness in that enclosure/ Vishu kani- their face in the mirror- in the light of the traditional lamp -with all the good things of life for an auspicious start to the New Year. A small boy used to frequent the Krishna temple in his village. He only had one wish that Krishna appear as the Balagopala. Moved by his devotion, Krishna fulfilled his wish to ask him what he wanted.” Nothing.” But, Krishna gifted him his golden waist band . The ecstatic boy wasted no time to show off to his friends as Krishna’s gift. When the priest opened the temple later he found the waistband missing. The boy’s mother beat him up on the village accusing her son of theft. Furious she flung the waistband that got stuck on a tree branch. The tree that had never flowered till date bloomed with golden flowers. Golden Shower Tree or Indian laburnum Cassia. It is the state flower of Kerala State in India. It is the national flower of Thailand. It never ceases to amaze me whether in Ahmedabad, Madras, Delhi or anywhere for that matter I have noticed these trees bare all around the year but come March show signs of the konnu pookal blooming Wishing you all greetings for Puthandu, Bihu, Baisakhi and Vishu. |
| RULES OF LIVING WITH PEOPLE 1. When you meet young people - INSPIRE THEM. 2. When you meet children - EDUCATE THEM. 3. When you meet old people - HELP THEM. 4. When you meet wise people - STUDY THEM. 5. When you meet leaders - HONOUR THEM. 6. When you meet foolish people - AVOID THEM. 7. When you meet humble people - TREASURE THEM. 8. When you meet arrogant people - IGNORE THEM. 9. When you meet gracious people - EMULATE THEM. 10. When you meet aspirational people - ELEVATE THEM. 11. When you meet strong people - SUPPORT THEM. 12. When you meet godly people - BLESS THEM. 13. When you meet elderly people - RESPECT THEM. 14. When you meet weak people - STRENGTHEN THEM. 15. When you meet hardworking people - ENCOURAGE THEM. 16. When you meet kind people - ESTEEM THEM. 17. When you meet Honest people - PROMOTE THEM. 18. When you meet virtuous people - REWARD THEM. 19. When you meety evil people - EVADE THEM. 20. And in all situation “ Watch, Pray and wish everyone well. 1. Dr. Ben Carson said, "I struggled academically throughout elementary school yet became the best neurosurgeon in the world in 1987." LESSON: Struggling is a sign that you are on a verge of success. Don't quit yet. 2. Bill Gates said, "I didn't even complete my university education but became the world's richest man." LESSON: School does not make you rich. School is only supposed to polish what will make you rich, not make you rich. 3. Christiano Ronaldo said, "I told my father that we would be very rich but he couldn't believe me. I made it a reality." LESSON: Your words rule your life. If you mean what you have said, each word will come to pass. You get what you say. 4. Hear Lionel Messi! "I used to serve tea at a shop to support my football training and still became one of the world's best footballers." LESSON: Believe in your dream. Don't let your pain tell you how your future will look like. 5. Steve Jobs penned, "I used to sleep on the floor in my friends' rooms, returning coke bottles for food, money, and getting weekly free meals at a local temple, I later on founded Apple Company." LESSON: That you are small today doesn't mean you will be small tomorrow. Keep trusting God. 6. Former British PM, Tony Blair said & I quote, "My teachers used to call me a failure, but I became a Prime Minister." LESSON: Don't let someone else's opinions of you become your reality. 7. Bishop David Oyedepo said, "I started Living Faith Church from a lawn tennis court with three members only & preached prosperity. Many of my friends criticised me, but today we have the largest church auditorium in the world & two world-class universities." *LESSON:* Believe in yourself even if no one does & never think of quitting. 8. *Nelson Mandela said,* "I was in prison for 27 years & still became president." *LESSON:* You can be anything you want to be no matter where you have been or what you have been through. *9.REECE* "I drove a taxi to finance my university education but today I'm a billionaire." *LESSON:* Don't let your past decide the kind of future you need to have. 10. *Harland Sanders, Founder of KFC said,* "I was on the verge of suicide when an Idea of opening a restaurant hit me after I retired as a cook in the Navy." *LESSON:* Nothing is ever too late. "Too late" is a language of failures. Your future can begin at any age. Don't ever let AGE limit you. 11. *Aliko Dangote said,* "I worked for my uncle since I was a small boy, people looked down on me. I later on took a loan from my uncle to open a tiny shop. I worked hard to make ends meet. Now I am the richest Man in Africa. *LESSON:* Failures or limitations of the past have no control over the greatness in you. To him that believes, all things are possible. 12. *Barack Hussein Obama said,* I am a son of a black immigrant from Kenya, I graduated from Harvard and later on became a Senator in Chicago. I was also the President of the most powerful nation on Earth. *LESSON:* Never design your life like a garden where anyone can walk in and out. Design it like the sky where everyone aspires to reach! 13. *Arnold Swarzzenegger said,* I traveled to America in search of financial independence when I was 15yrs old. I became the world's strongest man 7 times and Mr Universe. I then got my Economics degree, then I became one of Hollywood's best actors before I was voted twice as governor of California." *LESSON:* Don't wait for everybody to believe in your ability and dreams. Beloved endeavour to be good to people you meet everyday,,fear God and live peacefully with all men knowing full well that if we don't meet to part, we will part to meet one day. |
| They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken & sold to the tannery. If you had to do this to survive you were “piss poor.” But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn’t even afford to buy a pot; they “didn’t have a pot to piss in” & were the lowest of the low. The next time you are washing your hands & complain because the water temperature isn’t just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s. Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June. Since they were starting to smell, however, brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married. Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women, and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it … hence the saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the Bath water!” Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof, resulting in the idiom, “It’s raining cats and dogs.” There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed, therefore, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That’s how canopy beds came into existence. The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt, leading folks to coin the phrase “dirt poor.” The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way, subsequently creating a “thresh hold.” In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while, and thus the rhyme, “Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.” Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, “bring home the bacon.” They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and “chew the fat.” Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous. Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the “upper crust.” Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up, creating the custom of holding a wake. England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive, so they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer. And that’s the truth. (Copied from the net. Also told by a relative who along with other English teachers and writers were sent to London for a training trip by British Council) |
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