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| THE
ASHRAM |
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Submited by : Mr. Robert L. Williams) |
My father taught agriculture, science and
industrial arts so, after the conference in Chennai, he went to the
Mahatma Gandhi's Ashram. I was nine at the time and the Mahatma was nice
to me, but I soon got bored with adult-talk about rural agriculture and
wandered into the yard to see if I could make friends with some Indian
children playing a vigorous game.
They taught me how to place a little peg sharpened at both ends on the
ground, strike just right with a stick so the peg rose into the air, and
then hit it across the yard with the same stick. It takes more skill
than seems necessary and we al had a good time laughing at my clumsy
efforts.
| THE
NOBLEST EDIFACE |
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Submited by : Mr. Robert L. Williams) |
I would be remiss if I failed to mention
what I still consider the most magnificent building in the world. Just
before we left India at Mumbai, we visited Agra. The Taj Mahal exceeded
in grace and awsome symmetry even the Notre Dam Cathedral that we saw
later in Paris.
We saw the Taj by day and by moonlight. We climbed a minaret and
marveled at the intricate inlays and the fantastic marble lattices
surrounding the tombs.
The story of Emperor Shah Jahan --who burned with such passion for his
wife Mumtaz that he dedicated this heavenly edifice to her memory-- is
one of the greatest romantic stories of all ages. |
