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At <\/b>Stumagz,<\/i> <\/b>we are celebrating Vinayaka Chathurthi<\/b> by bringing in an Eco-Friendly Ganesh idol. We invite all the students, campus stars and our Campus Leaders to come to join us to share the joy of one of the beloved festivals... a festival of joy, fun, dance and this time, a festival which can help reduce the damage to our lakes through a Mud idol, instead of a POP idol.<\/p>
A Maharashtrian Dohl team of 40 artists<\/i> including 16 women artists are coming on Sept. 4th, to create a magical trance in our celebrations to bid a fantastic good-bye to our Ganesha! <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1567348547926","data":"5d6bd7ec3ff1b"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1567348547927","data":"
A lot of fun, dance, colours and of course, our 3 ft Mud Ganesha are waiting for you! Come join us and be a part of never before experienced Ganesha festival...only at our Stumagz Headquarters! <\/b><\/p>
The celebrations start at 05:30 PM<\/i>... come, let's memorialise this event forever. <\/p>"}]
Day - by - day our anxiety for the preparations of lord ganesha got high and finally the day arrived.Every year we had a tradition of making lord idol by all our cousins and worshipping for 9 days by offerings then we merge the lord.But for once we thought to celebrate the festival by knowing all the story of vinayaka. <\/p>","type":"txt","id":1567337087227},{"id":1567337494867,"type":"img","data":"5d6bac17be2a8"},{"data":"
We decided to change the background of vinayaka for 9 days in 9 different ways.First day we made it as parvati devi creating vinayaka,second day we changed it to jungle in search of elephant,third day it was a family union,forth day it was writing of mahabharatha,fifth day lord with his wives, sixth day interaction with mouse,seventh day place full of foods,eigth day only silver light which signifies the moon curse,ninth day all pictures of ganesha were placed.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1567337532046},{"id":1567337846891,"type":"img","data":"5d6bad76c2d88"},{"data":"
Finally , we reached to say bye to ganesha\ud83d\ude23 by merging in water which was a happy\ud83d\ude03 send off with all dances and bands of ganesha in our hands. And until now we never got celebrating vinayaka chavithi like that again.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1567337771964}]
In ancient times, a king had his men place a boulder on a roadway. He then hid in the bushes, and watched to see if anyone would move the boulder out of the way. Some of the King's wealthiest merchants and countries passed by and simply walked around it. Many people blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear, but none of them did anything about getting the stone removed. One day, a peasant came along carrying vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to push the stone out of the way. After much pushing and straining, he finally managed. After the peasant went back to pick up his vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and note from the king explain that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the road.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1567339069734}]
When we were kids it used to be a very exciting ritual to go visit Ganpati in different houses in our colony. The main charm was, of course, that we got to eat sweets, especially Motichur laddu<\/i>. For the celebrations there used to be a pandal with music, games and cultural performances. It was a lot of fun and I have many great memories of the Ganesh Chaturthi celebrations. Eventually, we started taking responsibility for organizing these celebrations in our colony. Everyone is in a very lovely festive mood and I enjoy attending the rituals that take place. Visarjan, of course, is a very important occasion and on our way, we go dancing and take along food made in different households. And if at all it starts raining, then everyone goes into a different frenzy altogether.<\/p>
Coming from a joint family I always had a lot of family members and friends around during the celebrations. It all starts with building a decent place where we can install the idol of the lord, we all are born engineers so it was never a hurdle for us. All the ladies get involved in the food section and prepare some treats which we enjoy after all the hard work. This is the part where the whole colony comes together irrespective of their pesky fights with neighbors who occupied their parking place, everyone comes together and installs the idol and perform pooja and all 10 days are festive. And we distribute food for the underprivileged and run some charity programs so everyone is happy and thats the point of celebrating any festival. What we give always comes back<\/i>. <\/p>
In a nutshell, it is like a picnic for everyone. And on the final day, everyone gets hyped, and we indulge in Visarjan and have all the fun when we still can and deep down in our hearts waiting for next year to come, to have a blast again. <\/p>"}]
Festivals are something that bring people together irrespective of the differences we have as an individual and Ganesh Chathurthi was one such spectacular and a splendid festival in the Indian culture. I remember this festival very well since the beginning and it has imprinted stories on my heart. I remember the first day of the festival where my mom would make elaborate preparation and decorate the entire set up giving it a divine vibe. As this was a community festival our society would organise events which continues even today. \nFestivals are something that bring people together, but in my case I would know them better. Not to mention the fact that would get to see my crush every day but I came to know in general what people liked, disliked their worries, this moments of joy. \nEven to this day we have our community dinner dates all the nine day of this festival season. Our taste buds were teased with delicious foods. Delicacies from the north and the south are served with a hint of local foods .\nThe best part is the loud group of aunties would put on the best dresses of the nine nights trying to look better than each other, while the young lot of people would love to be fashionable and set a mark for themselves while entertaining themselves. \nI still remember how people of my society used to dance their night away to some groovy music that would pull you onto the dance floor while I played the role of a professional audience which what I am even today. \nAs all these day passed in joy the last where we all bid an audieu to the almighty God, a traditional \"Ooty\" ritual is held where all the youth play in water while trying to break the ooty and did the end dancing to some typical teenmaar songs the nine nights filled with joy ,fun and new relationships hereby comes to an end waiting for another year of festive.\n\"GANAPATHI BAPPA MORAYA\".\n -Hari Priya <\/p>","type":"txt","id":1567347214272}]
DAY 1!!!! I heard a sweet routine voice of my mumma \"Get up it's ganesh chaturthi, you need to get ready soon we are going to temple\". I over hear the same voice waking me up every day but this day i loved to hear that voice because it's one of my favourite days. The excitement to see lord ganesh idols in my town \ud83d\ude0d. My papa takes me on a ride over the town to see all the idols and celebrations. My little eyes blink with all the joy. The colours over there, crowd over there, all the celebrations grab my heart..\u2661<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1567328044453},{"id":1567328906777,"type":"img","data":"5d6b8a8bb405b"},{"data":"
My day ends with delicious sweets and dances near the street end with bigg ganesh idol. DAY 2-10!!! My beautiful 10 days are ahead. The next task for all children of my street after coming home from school will be grabing good new clothes and gather near the ganesh idol. The plans made by our little brains.... We dance together, we play together, we sing, we eat, we create memories. All 10 days imprinted a bond among us. <\/p>","type":"txt","id":1567328106898},{"data":"
Day 11!!!! The wait is over. It's nimajjan day. All the beautiful evenings near the street end comes to an end. Our friend ganesha leaves our street. We carry these memories for next few months. Its time to say gudbye, my friend. My mother words calm me down. She said \"your friend is going to his parents he will come back soon in an year\". Im waiting for you ganesh\u2764\u2764<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1567328109088},{"id":1567330939944,"type":"img","data":"5d6b927d8a83b"}]
So a little into dramatic flashback from school,\nHe began playing football precisely in his 8th grade. By that time, he knew he was good at goalkeeping so he stuck to it. The very reason he became a keeper was because of a bet. ( don\u2019t tell me you never made a silly bet, rofl. ) A bet that he wouldn\u2019t be able to stop a penalty... he recalls. And that one bet changed his life forever. \nHe always wanted people to watch and admire his game. \nHe has never been afraid of failure. In his 9th grade, his house team got an unexpected goal and they lost because Pullela conceded 2 really cheap goals. His opponent came over to him and said, \u201c you could\u2019ve stopped that, why didn\u2019t you?\u201d He realised that he\u2019s gotta work hard. The next year he was \u201c The fallen star on the ground \u201c for sure. The semi final came down to penalties, if he were to stop it, they\u2019d win or destiny had it. The only thing he had on his mind was how to celebrate after stopping it. Without a second thought about losing, he along with his team went on to the finals and sadly, they lost it. Mind you but according to him that was one of the best games he has ever played. The entire school congratulated him for his individual success as well. Then comes the melodrama. He was selected for the Districts but couldn\u2019t go because he wasn\u2019t allowed to. \nSoon after... his body started to give up on him. Body pains, headaches and he also had an inflammation in his knee since then, which he got to know of only until an year ago. He wondered if that was the end of his football career. But then MGIT happened!\nHe has never been the kind of person to say that he disliked his school or college. He is grateful that they offered him an opportunity to showcase his skills. He met a lot of great people too.\nWhen he entered MGIT, his first thought was, \u201c I\u2019m gonna be the keeper for this college \u201d. And after a few practice sessions he did become the keeper and entered a whole new realm! His first pro performance( one of the best) was at BITS. Forward to his second year that brings him The CMR tournament. By this time, people knew he was good but his self confidence was shaky. They started off well at 1-0 lead. Pullela made two grave mistakes and whoosh... it was 2-1 and hereby first - half ended leaving them devastated.\nHis teammates supported him and fought for him that the overwhelming emotions made him cry. HE CRIED. After the the pens were over, that changed him. That moment was a boy to a man. He knew what it meant to be taken to the deepest of places with no help. Only fear, but to fight back and make 3 penalty saves. That changed him. \nNow he\u2019s in his fourth year. Has not played any tournaments yet this year. But all these years being as good as he is at keeping, he hasn\u2019t won any gold trophy but he fell in love with the game. Playing football has always been a struggle to him, the one thing he gave 100 commitments to. He gave up parties, bunking classes and a lot. His family is not that supportive when it comes to football. Be it playing or even watching the game while he sacrificed a lot. One thing he realised in life is that, to achieve something you need to learn to let go off a few things, at least temporarily. Now he believes that he found a balance. He found something really special in his third year.\nHe learnt a lot about the game and about life. He believes this game gifted him everything. He also trained his friend who got selected for the HYDERABAD FUTSAL LEAGUE (HFL). Though he could not make it himself, he was so proud. He is now the captain of this amazing team and hopefully they will win something this year. <\/p>","type":"txt","id":1567319635229},{"id":1567321795485,"type":"img","data":"5d6b6ec353663"},{"id":1567321787566,"type":"img","data":"5d6b6ebb65585"}]
They ask us things like passion, dedication but when it comes to us, we cannot even ask for flexible timings. But for the love, we have the sport we do it all with a smile on our face. The reason why we do it all, get up at super freaky timings, workout, like there is no tomorrow, lies in the previous sentence. The sport is the reason we smile and it isn't the fake smile which we give while we are in the college, something which comes out all by itself, sometimes it feels there is some sort of magic hidden in it.<\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1567321947660","data":"
I used to aspire to become a cricketer and represent India one day. But over the years, after all the things I have experienced like bureaucracy, I realized making it as a cricketer who has represented India has a lot more factors involved rather than just performance. So after all this, the goal hasn't changed but it is modified and I take a far more realistic approach with trying to make a career in the field of the sport I love. <\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1567321947661","data":"
I have dedicated my time to become better at what I love. This one thing has remained constant and will be for the longest of times. Because if joining an engineering college couldn\u2019t bring it down, then nothing can bring it down. I have been playing for Hyderabad and sweating it out for years now. But as I said the dream to play for India and representing it on an international level seems just too ambitious now because of the many reasons that I tried to explain in previous lines. <\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1567321947662","data":"
Aravind has been playing cricket for almost a decade now. Playing for HCA and other clubs have been an amazing journey for this extremely athletic boy. There have been days when Aravind had to go to the hospital because of his overtime on the ground but none of it has deviated his love for cricket. You see the initial paragraphs are words by TM Aravind himself. He wanted to show his love and passion but at the same time explain the scenario of cricket in the current times. An unorthodox approach for writing this featured article has only one reason and that is to motivate many aspiring cricketers to work towards their goal irrespective of what the outcome might be. Aravind wants to be able to play for the national team and go on to help the next generation probably as a coach. He wants cricket in India to be uncorrupted once again. <\/p>"}]
Dear friends, This is my opinion on her. I'm talking about the one who is mother to everyone.... The mother of mothers and their children....who is so called as 'love'. Yes, don't you think love is itself the motherhood which is residing inside everyone. A mother is the only one who always keeps loving her children even when they are doing something wrong with her. So my dear friends, This is a thing which happens to all of us in general..... If I'm not wrong.... As we all are humans who are having patience to a certain extent.... when someone (relatives or friends etc.) are doing something wrong with us and if it is a high time to express our anger.... Then let us please do it in a right way. But don't let the hatred enter inside you. 'Hatred' is the one who disturbs our mother i.e 'love' inside us. As many times as we develop hatred with the people around us.... we are actually asking our mother inside us to leave her home i.e our mind. What happens if we let the hatred enter us and send her out of our body....? Just think about her..... Whenever she is inside us she gave us peace of mind. \"Should we send her out\" is my question. \"Loving a person or not loving a person is always in our hands\". If we treat the one doing wrong with us as innocent as a child, we can love that person. <\/p>","type":"txt","id":1567242873393}]
The days have been passed...The world have been changed....People now want everything new and exciting. Knowledge alone cannot contribute to success today. <\/p>","type":"txt","id":1567268882833},{"id":1567270945229,"type":"img","data":"5d6aa82049a39"},{"data":"
Nokia, which once had a large and dominating share in mobile market is now facing tthe threat of extinction. Yahoo, which was one of the pioneer of the early Internet era was lost to google.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1567269064008},{"data":"
Creativity - the art to imagine and to create new, is the key contributor to the success of any person or a product or a company today.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1567269233186},{"data":"
Creativity can't be bottled and sold out.The children are born with creativity naturally. But as they grow older, the creativity in them is suppressed by schools and the society. They put the children in the rat race of marks.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1567269346742},{"id":1567270863946,"type":"img","data":"5d6aa7cecaf0a"},{"data":"
Creativity is a compulsory tool for every student today. Creativity cannot be learned through books or any sort of teaching,but it can be achieved naturally through imagination and thinking new. <\/p>","type":"txt","id":1567269981817}]
\n\n\n\n\n\nI was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day after day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky. One day, I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from my father\u2019s drawer. Father discovered about the stolen money right away.\n\n\u201cWho stole the money?\u201d he asked my brother and me. I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he said, \u201cFine, if nobody wants to admit, you both should be punished!\u201d Suddenly, my younger brother gripped Father\u2019s hand and said, \u201cDad, I was the one who did it!\u201d He took the blame, and punishment, for me.\n\nIn the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, \u201cSis, now don\u2019t cry anymore. Everything has happened.\u201d I will never forget my brother\u2019s expression when he protected me. That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old. I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did. Years went by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened yesterday.\n\nWhen my brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an upper secondary school in the central part of town. At the same time, I was accepted into a university in the province. That night, Father squatted in the yard, smoking packet by packet. I could hear him ask my mother, \u201cBoth of our children, they have good results? Very good results?\u201d Mother wiped off her tears and sighed, \u201cWhat is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?\u201d\n\nAt that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of Father and said, \u201cDad, I don\u2019t want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough books.\u201d Father became angry. \u201cWhy do you have a spirit so weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on the streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished your studies!\u201d And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow money.\n\nI stuck out my hand as gently as I could to my brother\u2019s face, and told him, \u201cA boy has to continue his study. If not, he will not be able to overcome this poverty we are experiencing.\u201d I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the university.\n\nNobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow, \u201cSis, getting into a university is not easy. I will go find a job and I will send money to you.\u201d I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my voice.\n\nWith the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction site, finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the university. That year, my brother was 17 years old and I was 20 years old.\n\nOne day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told me, \u201cThere\u2019s a villager waiting for you outside!\u201d Why would there be a villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar. His whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him, \u201cWhy did you not tell my roommate that you are my brother?\u201d\n\nHe replied with a smile, \u201cLook at my appearance. What will they think if they would know that I am your brother? Won\u2019t they laugh at you?\u201d I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust from my brother\u2019s body. And told him with a lump in my throat, \u201cI don\u2019t care what people would say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance.\u201d\n\nFrom his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair and said, \u2018I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. I think you should also have one.\u2019 I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried. That year, my brother was 20 years old and I was 23 years old.\n\nAfter I got married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to come and live with us, but they didn\u2019t want. They said once they left the village, they wouldn\u2019t know what to do. My brother agreed with them. He said, \u201cSis, you just take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of Mom and Dad here.\u201d\n\nMy husband became the directors of his factory. We asked my brother to accept the offer of being the manager in the maintenance department. But my brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman instead for a start.\n\nOne day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital. My husband and I visited him at the hospital. Looking at the plaster cast on his leg, I grumbled, \u201cWhy did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers won\u2019t do something dangerous like that. Now look at you \u2013 you are suffering a serious injury. Why didn\u2019t you just listen to us?\u201d\n\nWith a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision, \u201cThink of your brother-in-law, he just became the director. If I, being uneducated, would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?\u201d My husband\u2019s eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, \u201cBut you lack in education only because of me!\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy do you talk about the past?\u201d he said and then he held my hand. That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old. My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer girl from the village. During the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, \u201cWho is the one person you respect and love the most?\u201d\n\nWithout even taking a time to think, he answered, \u201cMy sister.\u201d He continued by telling a story I could not even remember. \u201cWhen I was in primary school, the school was in a different village. Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to school and back home. One day, I lost one of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers. She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got home, her hands were trembling because of the cold weather. She could not even hold her chopsticks. From that day on, I swore that as long as I lived, I would take care of my sister and would always be good to her.\u201d\n\nApplause filled up the room. All guests turned their attention to me. I found it hard to speak, \u201cIn my whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother,\u201d And in this happy occasion, in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face again.\n\nMoral: Love and care for the one you love every single day of your life. You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot. Some relations are made to be last longer but they need to be still nurtured with love and care\n\n\n<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1567249750092}]
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