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Posted in Qualitus : Habitus by chawnghilh on December 16, 2009

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Gethsemane

Posted in Qualitus : Habitus by chawnghilh on July 30, 2010

BETRAYAL

Warm tears freeze unto icicles at the ‘injustice’.

The heart of flesh turns into stone at the ‘betrayal.’

Traitor! Heart of Judas!

Betrayer! Away with you — do not pollute me thus!

What was once lovely, clean, sweet and

pure like discarded empty beer tin canisters;

rattle and roll on the graffiti chequered streets.

Passing sneakered feet strikes and

icks them with ruthless force,

seeking gratification; the burdened,

bitter heart of stone wants to avenge.

The taps of high heeled still-toes echo in the alley.

The hungry rats hide in fright in the dirt-filled crevices.

Only the sun can melt the ice … …

and the hammer breaks the stone.

Where is the Hammer?

Where is the Sun?

One has only to ‘want’ to seek – then find!

‘Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us’

In apathy – it hurts to seek,

In hurt – it is agony to forgive.

I am in my Gethsemane

I sweat out blood!

Forsaken … yet

Dying I live,

Losing I gain,

Such profound loss and gain

I haven’t lived in vain for this

Life in death transcend the grave.

Resurrection from the pit to glory

Oh! My brethren!

The excruciating pain of Joseph’s forgiveness

The joy after the pain,

The peace after the tempest,

The light after the darkness,

the rainbow after the storm!

Deliverance!

Restoration!

Transformation!

Written by Lalrinmawii Khiangte —aka Mamawii

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Dolly Parton’s Wonderful Coat of Many Colors

Posted in Qualitus : Habitus by chawnghilh on April 23, 2010

Dolly Parton grew up in the Great Smokies of Tennessee knowing that she could make music. “All my people were musical,” she says. “My mama was the daughter of a preacher, and in my granddaddy’s little church in the mountains, we all sang and played our git-tars. We believed in makin’ a joyful noise unto the Lord, and I been makin’ a joyful noise unto the Lord ever since.”

In the past seven years that joy has raised sassy, flamboyant Dolly from country-music stardom in the main tent of the entertainment world. To such country hits as “My Blue Ridge Mountain Boy,” “Jolene” and “My Tennessee Mountain Home” (which she wrote), she has added a string of “pop” successes: “Here You Come Again,” “9 to 5,” and a smash-hit duet with Kenny Rogers, “Islands in the Stream.”

As a movie actress, she appeared with Jane Fonda in 9 to 5 and won Burt Reynolds in the Best Little Whorehouse in Texas. This year Dolly co-starred with Sylvester Stallone in Rhinestone, a film in which she plays a singer in a country-western bar in New York City.

Dolly Rebecca Parton was born on January 19, 1946, in a snow-covered log cabin near Sevierville, Tennessee —the fourth of 12 children of Avie Lee Owens Parton and Robert E. Leen Parton, a struggling dirt farmer and laborer. The doctor who delivered her got paid a sack of cornmeal.

“We had absolutely nothin’,” Dolly remembers. “But we did have a lot o’ love and fun. I had this little doll made out of a corncob, and daddy made her a corn-silk wig. I named the doll ‘Little Tiny Tassel-Top’ and I made up a song about her. My mama wrote it down, and that was my first song. I was five.”

Her mother, says Dolly, could turn anything into a song. “She’d sing us whatever was going on. For instance: ‘If you don’t get out from under my feet, I’m not gonna make you something sweet.'”

When Dolly was nine the one room country school-house that she and her bothers and sisters attended burned down, and they were transferred to a modern new school.

“We’d gone in the middle of the year—new kids and poor, real poor,” recalls Dolly. Unable to afford the school cafeteria, she and her brothers and sisters carried all their lunches from home in one sack, and would sneak off to eat them “because the other kids made fun of what we had.”

Dolly’s mother fashioned her a jacket to wear to school out of old corduroy rags of various colors. While she sewed the rags together, she told Dolly the Biblical story of Joseph and the coat of many colors. “I know now,” says Dolly, “that she told me the story so’s I wouldn’t be ashamed of my coat.”

But other children at school sneered at Dolly’s outfit, inflicting on her a hurt that stayed for years. “I kept sayin’, ‘Mama made me this coat. It’s like the coat o’ many colors in the Bible.’ They kept sayin’, ‘That’s just a bunch o’ old rags sewed together.’ “

A further source of embarrassment for the little girl was that she did not have a blouse to wear under her coat. “I had done well just to have a little jacket to wear,” she says. “But I developed kind of early, and when the kids said I didn’t have a shirt on, I said I did. So they broke the buttons off my coat, tryin’ to take it off to prove I didn’t have a blouse.”

Dolly fought them. “It was one of those thimes when you fight to survive,” she says. “But even with what I was goin’ through, they couldn’t make me not be proud o’ that coat.”

Avee Lee Parton told Dolly not to worry. “They’re only lookin’ with your heart.” And a year after they had ridiculed her, Dolly’s schoolmates were watching her on television on the Cas Walker show from Knoxville. At ten she was already an experienced singer, having sung in a church choir since she was six and accompanied herself on guitar almost as long. In young Dolly’s heartfelt way with a song, Walker’s country audience heard their kind of people. She could use her high, pure soprano to hoot and holler, or chirp with happiness like a carefree bird.

Dolly stayed with the Cas Walker show for eight years. The day after her high-school graduation in 1964, she headed for Nashville, determined to fulfill her dream of becoming a regular on “Grand Ole Opry,” the nationally broadcast radio show. On her first day in Nashville she met handsome young Carl Dean. Two years later he was to become her husband.

By 1967 Dolly was established as a singer on the popular Porter Wagoner show. Her voice blended well with Wagoner’s, and the two became a country-music institution. In 1969 she also made it as a member of the “Grand Ole Opry.” Meanwhile, Dolly was writing songs, sometimes producing 20 in a single day. Picking them out on her guitar as she sang them into her tape recorder, and then paying for them to be translated into written music.

One day in 1969, sitting in the Porter Wagoner tour bus, Dolly started singing :

Back through the years

I go wand’ring once again,

Back to the seasons of my youth.

I recall a box of rags that someone gave us

And how my mama put the rags to use

“Coat of Many Colors” became her biggest hit to date, and she discovered that by writing things out, “you can clean your own self from the hurt, and you also can help other people that may not be able to express that kind of hurt.”

Dolly spent seven years with the Porter Wagoner show, and a year more with her own group, “The Travelin’ Family Band,” including four of her brothers and sisters, an uncle and a cousin. In the mid-’70s she began to perform pop and rock as well as country music. “I’m not leavin’ country, I’m just takin’ it with me,” Dolly assured her fans.

The little song Dolly wrote in 1980 for her first movie, the office comedy 9 to 5, struck a sympathetic chord with working women :

They let you dream just to watch them shatter,

You’re just a step on the boss man’s ladder,

But you got dreams they’ll never take away …

The song went to the top of both the pop-music and country charts, selling over a million copies. Her 1975 “Best of Dolly Parton” album containing such country hits as “Coat of Many Colors,” had gone “gold” (sold more than 500,000 copies) in 1978. Dolly’s “cross-over acceptance” was confirmed. Her records are now best-sellers around the world.

Dolly didn’t change her outrageous appearance—her towering wigs and spangled costumes, skin-tight on a phenomenal figure—one whit after her transition from country favorite to national celebrity. “My exaggerated look is as an example of a talent she learned from her mother, “takin’ my negatives and makin’ them positive. I’m five-foot-none and a hundred and plenty. In all honesty, I’m not that pretty. But I dress in ways that make me feel pretty.”

In August 1982 Dolly had to cancel 30 dates of a scheduled 35-stop tour and undergo major abdominal surgery. “It was God’s way of sayin’, ‘Sit down an think about everything,’ ” she says. “Before that I had always gone full blast.”

He recuperation was slow; for a year, she stopped working. But when she finally began writing songs again, in August 1983, she hadn’t lost her touch: in three weeks she wrote 13 that were used in the movie Rhinestone.

“Those songs just fell in my lap,” says Dolly. “I was feelin’ great, just to get that energy goin’ again.”

As her health returned, she began ordering her priorities. She and Carl are planning to sell their 23-room Willow Creek Plantation outside Nashville and move to a smaller house in the city. “We raised five of my younger brothers and sisters at Willow Creek,” she says, “but now they’re grown.”

She and Carl can have no children of their own, but Dolly says, “My brothers and sisters are havin’ children, and I’m the best grandma in the world. All my nieces and nephews call me Aunt Granny.”

Currently Dolly is working on a musical called Wildflowers, which will be “about me and my life and mountain people, with the religion, the joy, the fun, the work—just a great Southern musical.”

She wants her musical to be on Broadway, but even there its soul, like the author’s, will remain in The Great Smoky Mountain where once, long ago …

I was rich as I could be

In my coat of many colors

My mama made for me.

— Reader’s Digest : August 1984 —John Culhane

Fishing … scoop them that spawn …

Posted in Qualitus : Habitus by chawnghilh on April 19, 2010

Kal thlàwn a hlauhthàwnawm riau tawh a. Inhmâkhua làwkin Inter-net atangin Potomac lui LOW TIDE nge HIGH TIDE tih kan thlèk hmasa tè tè a. Vànneihthlàk takin April 17, 2010 khân tlai lam dârkâr li vèl chhûng HIGH TIDE tùr a lo ni hlauh va. High Tide-ah hian sangha fuan tùr lui hnâr lam pana chho an tam deuh thìn a. Chu chu hre rànin, hmanrua kan han indap chawp ve ta a. Cool-Aid, Bucket, Nghakuai ngul leh a hrui … a chàw-chah tùr chu leichawp ngaiah kan dah a, a hmunah changpàt kan lei leh mai ang chu!

Mahse, nghakuai kan chiah hian kan hlawhtling mawh khawp a. Mi dang chiah vete pawhin an khai chhuak khât khawp mai. Thianpa Lushai-Chhokra chuan kutbênga hàwn a hlau tawh bawk a, a thianpa Dion-a chu K-Mart emaw Sports Authority emawah lènsuah zawng tùrin a tîr ta chûk chûk a. Dion-a hi US Coast-Guard-a khawsa thang ngang —viaktha tak a ni a.

Lènsuah awmna tùr nia a rin chu Internet atangin a’n thlèk puat puat a. A vir chhuak rang khawp mai. Dârkâr chanve pawh la tling lovah chuan Lènsuah a lei thu a rawn report lèt vat a. US $ 25 man chauh a ni bawk a. A rawn thlenpui leh meuh chuan chhuah nghàl ruai a ngai ta a. Beer Can 30 kan keng a, lui dung thlî chu tlai lamah a vàwt zual dâwn hlea kan hriat avàngin kan inthuam lum viau bawk.

Silver Spring Avenue atangin Piney-ah, University Blvd-ah, Belt-Way 495 kan pakai a, week-end a ni bawk nèn —traffic chu bumper to bumper a ni hawt e. Hmanhmawh nàk alaiin tlàn a chak mawh khawp mai. Exit 40-ah kan dùk phei ta zar zar a. CHAIN BRIDGE kianga Parking Lot-ah kan in-park a. Kan thuam neichhun chhun nèn Chain Bridge hnuaiah kan petek thla nawk nawk a. Pal an lo hung thar, làwn liam tùr nge, a hnuaia bungbùt luh tùr tih pawh ngaihtuah fê a ngai. Lushai Chhokra lah a’n tlusual nghàl pang a … nuih kan tiza hlawm khawp mai.

Lui kam lungpui khàwkràwk tak maiah chuan kan per kai nalh nalh lo hlawm khawp mai. Dul hrûtin kan bàwkvàk lo chauh! Lung khàwkràwk kârah lah tawng chen chen sangha thisâwn an lo lèt hèl hùl bawk a. Tuilianin a kiamsan avànga tâng ta laklàwh leh tui ngheia thawchhama thi tà te an ni. An nam hiam tawh hlawm a. Bawhvah an tinuam hran lo riau!

Chain Bridge banpui piah ber (Virginia State lam) kiangah tanhmun kan khuar ve ta. Lehlam ràl kha chu Virginia State a ni. Lènsuah kuang a lo tawi mah mah si chuan bân thà a tihah thei hle. Lui luang lah a chak fur fur riau mai a. Fuan tùra rawn chho sangha tân pawh mei-parh lèng vat vat a ngai khawp ang le. An pângpàrhte pawh an khâwng rang ve hlein a rinawm. Lènsuah hman fè hnuah te tak tè chu kan han man nghàl ve mai a. Man nawn leh mai nân hun a duh tam fû.

Fish-finder Khâwl tè kan keng hauh lo; mahse, STORK leh sangha man chi savàten lui hnâr an pan sang sang ta mai a. Kan awmna zàwn vèl an thlawh khùm zèl dànah finna min pe a. Sava chho-thlàwk thla zàp rang tak tak te tanhmun han khuarna lam chu kan pan chho ve ta. Kan thian Coast-Guard ber pawh thiamthai-nu mawngtawlhin a kal a ni ve ber e.

Lehlam ràlah lah lèn dêng meuhvin Khawchhak lam/Spanish-hoten an theh pharh ve ngial thìn a. Hnuh chhuah tehchiam an neih erawh chu kan va hmuhpui hràn lo! Nuam an ti ve hle chuan a lang.

Lushai Chhokra lah lungpui chhìr lêngin a tawlh thlu nawn a ni deuh ber! Lui hnâr kan chho chu —suah fuh tùr an lo awm tam ta hret, sava-ho zârah kan nihlawh ta fû. Khua a vawh èm avàngin kìr leh vat kan rilrùk ta zàwk a. Dârkâr khat emaw vèl Potomac lui kama hun kan zuk hman hnuin, sangha heti zàt khi kan hàwn ve thei a … nikuma kutbênga kan zuk hawi-khawthawng kha nuam hle mah se, kumin chuan kan hlawhtling ve ta riau!

Chokâ-ah kan sangha la âng chap chap chu a phuhlip/pângparh etc., kan ziat fai a, a ril kan khei a … tui an lo pai êm âwm hlawm viau a. Mawihnai takin kan chan a. Zo-Anthùr nèn kan han chhùm hâng ta a nih kha … beer nèna han hmeh pah tùr atân a then kan DEEP-FRY a, a tihchì mai mai khawp asin le! Culinary School lamah pawh kan lo duai bìk lo hle!

Kârleh thlîrin —sangha man tùra ramchhuah leh kan chàk leh hle tawh mai! He Blog thlîrtute zawng zawng, chaw eiah kan sâwm vek a che u.

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If I were a Redneck …

Posted in Qualitus : Habitus by chawnghilh on April 14, 2010

Deer ass-hole is a Door-Bell switch! The Harley chasis is tough-wooden. Mower is such a kind of Easy-Rider Bike … Weather Forecast has no place! You got me right?

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Fletcher Boat House

Posted in Qualitus : Habitus by chawnghilh on April 11, 2010

Han Click ve mai mai teh … Iwo Jima Monument daih a ni thung! Fletcher lam chu a ni lo ve aw …

Hmun nuam tak chu a ni. Potomac lui ràl lehlam chu Virginia State a ni mai a, Fletcher Boat House awmna hi Maryland chhûng a ni. Tùnlai zet chu lawnglêng leh vaukam atangin nghakuai chiah intihhmuh hun a ni bawk a. Mi an lùn thei hle. Tui kuang chìm chin a phai rih a, sangha a tam lo tih a hriat a. Han khai chhuak inleng che bat bat hmuh tùr a vâng hle bawk. Mahse, mi chi tin chi tang chetla vèl a hmuhnawm ve hrim hrim thung.

Thing hnah a lo chawrno hman tawh bawk a, hmuh phàk chin na nà nà chu a mawi duh khawp mai. Mahse, helai Fletcher hmun hi pangpâr a tam vak lo bawk a—pâr vul chêk chûk—mit han la èm èm hmuh tùr a vâng phian! Nghakuai chiaha a chaw-chah (lure/bait) atân hian hnampui pawhin changpàt a tha tih an hai lo va, Fletcher Boat House atangin an hralh chhuak hnem thei hle.

Nghakuai chiah mai hi thil thiang a ni lo va; permission la thlapin, man chawi ve ngei pawh a ngai. Sangha man rùk chu a hlàwk lo hle. Potomac lui dung tluan hi vêngtuten an vil ngun reng a. Chung lamah helicopter pawhin an hrût kual reng bawk thìn. Vaukam tak takah zunram thiarna hranpà a awm tawh bìk loh avàngin, mî hmuh loh lai chuh ru zauh zauh an awm ve ngei a ni tih a hriat theih mai a—lungpui phèn vèl a hîng ve hiam rèng a ni.

Lawngte hi pawisa chawiin a hman hawh theih bawk. Mawngte hi chu FREE-in a thlìr theih!

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Wild-flowers within our Neighborhood in Wheaton, MD

Posted in Qualitus : Habitus by chawnghilh on April 7, 2010

Dolly Parton wrote, “Wild-flowers don’t care where they grow …” Jesus of Nazareth spoke about flowers and toasted in this way, “Consider lilies of the valley …”

Flowers are God’s thoughts of beauty taking form to gladden mortal gaze;—bright gems of earth, in which, perchance, we see what Eden was—what Paradise may be!

Wilberforce said, “Lovely flowers are the smiles of God’s goodness.” H. W. Beecher said, “Flowers are the sweetest things that God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.” Pervical said, “In eastern lands they talk in flowers, and tell in a garland their loves and cares.” Bovee said, “To cultivate a garden is to walk with God.”

WELCOME!

Lèn luhna thlàkhlelhawmte —

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Cherry-blossom (Sakura)

Posted in Qualitus : Habitus by chawnghilh on April 7, 2010

Japanese-ho chuan SAKURA an ti; Sàp-ho hian “Cherry” an ti ni berin a lang; Mizo-ten ‘Tlaizawng’ kan tih ve mai ka ring deuh! April 1-10 inkâr hi chu a pâr vul zual lai a ni. A hnu chuan a pâr a tìlin, a kung hnuaiah a tla darh leh niai nuai ang a. Chumi hnuah a hnah a rawn chawr zui bawk ang. Kum tluan deuhthàwin a hnah chu a hring hlep hlep zui ang a.

Favàng a rawn nihin —a hnah a rawn eng-sen leh phèt ang a. Chu chu an kum khat chhûnga an mawi nawn lehna hun tawi tè a ni kin ta! Thlasik hmâ chiahin a hnah a tla-kawlh leh ang.

Down-Town-a Potomac lui kam sîr tuak zawng zawng chu Sakura-in a pâr vâr iar uar rih ta. Nikum khân a thla la tùrin ka kal ngial a. Car Parking ka hmu zo lo va. Kuminah ka thianpa nèn tum hnih kan kal thla leh a—car parking kan hmu zo leh chuang lo. Eng pawh ni se, KENWOOD-ah, Washington DC hmun tluka vul mawi a lo awm ve tho bawk va. Nikum khân ka zuk tlawh tawh tho nàin kuminah pawh ka zu tlawh leh ta hial a ni. (University Blvd — Connecticut — Bradley — River Road — Kenwood).

Tlawhtu—ramdangmi pawh—an tam hle. Khawi laiah mah Kenwood Neighborhood-a khawsaten Car Parking an remti lo va, hmun tlêm tèah rei lo tè parking an phal a. Chuta hmanhmawh taka thla ka làk chu tlêm tè den denin ka rawn târlang ve mai a ni e.

Thlawhna rawn tumna tùr hi Ronald Reagan Intl. Airport a ni ve pah reng!

WELCOME!

Lèn luhna thlàkhlelhawmte —

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Ka dai vak, nuam ve hranpa tho

Posted in Qualitus : Habitus by chawnghilh on April 7, 2010

Strolling around our one-time Wheaton Markwood neighborhood this afternoon … it was fascinating to watch the swans and the ducks swimming in the pond where the cherryblossoms greeted them cool —swaying as the breeze gently fanned them causing ripples. You too can enjoy a few pictures slated here — for your pleasure I did perspire quite a lot. My joy to chase deers was in vain — I shot them, but the pictures were not distinct since they knew how to hide behind creepers and thorny barren twigs in the woods that I could not penetrate … sorry guys!

And, I wish … you can enjoy only this much! And I exhibit two frames of my hilly homeland pictures —Lammual Banyan tree and Treasury Square, Aizawl, Mizoram.