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Wondrously transparent was its grandeur- which enamored the world with
the charm of invincible substance- for the greatest benefit of the
living kind,

Brilliantly optimistic was its presentation- rekindling fresh rays of
hope and compassion in a planet usurped within the mortuaries of a
meaningless war,

Majestically opulent was its flamboyant demeanor- as it ensured that
truth prevailed in its own inimitable aura- and was perseveringly
harnessed from its fragrant roots,

Marvelously resplendent was its victorious trail- reaching out to the
absolute best and awarding symbiotic humanitarian existence with
laurels of humble goodness,

Humanitarianly humble; yet astoundingly mighty were its deeds- as it
accredited the true worth of success and insurmountable achievement-
with the honor it deserved,

Selflessly sensational were its headlines- as people of all religion;
caste; creed and color united under a single roof of unparalleled
love- to congratulate a fresh voice of promise,

Gloriously embracing were its altruistic palms- as it unabashedly
invited the common man as well as the super celebrity to browse its
website- wherein lay the most impeccable pearls of literature on the
most fascinating aspects of existence,

Bounteously charismatic were its foundations- which evolved the most
idealistic civilization of love; peace; friendship; dignity;
integrity; peace and religious equality,

Triumphantly enriching were its medallions- which reinforced faith in
the ability to pursue conviction and let it uninhibitedly fructify
into the fruits of joyous positivity,

Irrefutably fearless were its decisions- as it poignantly accoladed
the most deserving candidates in their respective fields-
wholeheartedly appreciating talent and effort where it royally lay,

Marvelously magnanimous were its ceremonies- where the most intrepid
of laureates had their own inimitably natural opinions- on their
chosen paths in blessed life,

Honestly unbiased were its intentions- as it ingeniously segregated
human fields of achievements into the most outstanding categories-
defining peace; love; brotherhood and the betterment of the living
kind,

Handsomely benevolent were its goals- as it patronized any form of
goodness that lit up besmirched darkness with the profoundly sublime
rays of togetherness and humanity,

Magnetically alluring was its charm- as it broke barriers of
discomfort – facilitating inspired dialogue between you and the
individual they crowned as their esteemed laureate,

Ardently persevering were its ideals- as it embarked on its zealously
fulfilling mission of instilling solidarity amidst humanity- with its
philanthropic commitment to mankind,

Beautifully bonding was its empowering feel- as what transpired at its
prize giving function- was the world feeling more resourcefully
enriched with the goodness of creation,

Indeed it was as “Nobel” as its name which is the “Nobel Prize” .

It can also be further visited at its website – NobelPrize.org .

And as a true citizen of my sacrosanct motherland India- I, Nikhil
Parekh,  offer it my humble salutations !

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14th-May-2009 11:06 am - Sweat Bath
Neither was the most contemporarily powerful of air-conditioner needed; even as the heat outside raced to an unbearable scorch,

Neither was there the most infinitesimal puff of wind that could provide any respite; as time painstakingly crawled to welcome a fresh dawn,

Neither did ice form into mesmerizing cubes even in the deepest freeze; as virtually everything in vicinity was shredded asunder in fiery whirlpools of the afternoon,

Neither did wondrously tantalizing waves of the oceans reach the penurious doorstep; as they were pragmatically speaking - continents and poles apart,

Neither did the most rhapsodically delectable ice-creams and candies cause a diminutive dent; as the blazing heat pulverized the same into frigid pulp-even before they could reach the lips,

Neither did the most mellifluously nostalgic of songs cause an impact- as shades of adulterated humane yellow pierced the atmosphere; as draughts of warm air swept their might,

Neither did the most enchanting of praises reach the ears; as asphyxiating dust and morbid smoke; squandered through a landscape of population with a forlorn will to kill,

Neither did the darkest shades of black tinted glass come to any rescue- as though the dark films sequestered from direct impact; they absorbed heat at the same time to eventually distort beyond recognition,

Neither did the merrily artificial tap of water provide the tiniest of solace; as it soon started to emit hostile steam usurped by the storm of volcanic heat which wavered fiercely around,

Neither did the glass of freshly extracted fruit juice render the slightest of rejuvenation- as it miserably evaporated to reveal the last grains of sugar and salt blended within; as famished palms groped fervently ahead to clutch it,

Neither did snow flakes disdainfully thrown astray by the passing carts create a whiff of cool- as the parched tarmac devoured those few globules of water first; even before any living form dared creep near them,

Neither did the most majestic of castles generate a shy beam of shade; as their walls themselves scorched like a ravaging bulldozer; sulking at the angst that came alongwith the heat- instead of a grain of compassionate comfort,

Neither did the historically quaint well guarantee any beacon of a promise; as when one tread right to its mystically intrepid bottom- the discovery did yield hollowness but without a droplet of liquid to compliment,

Neither did the sensuously nestled swimming pool offer a fantasy of revitalizing delight; as arid winds laced with venomous smoke stabbed its periphery; metamorphosing its charmed persona into a parsimoniously fetid gutter line,

Neither did the princely fountain adorning the bustling street offer a trifle of an enthrallment- as the spray that once upon a time kissed the chin after ricocheting of ground; now abruptly dried midway in fireballs of acrimonious heat,

Neither did the couch of astoundingly pure velvet generate any comfort; as before anyone could nestle on its enamoring softness- its covers melted in the tyrannical heat- and out came charging the unabashed coiled springs,


And yet I was unabashedly relishing each ounce of my existence; even as the tumultuous summer heat whipped every bit of joy from the solar-plexus of survival,

As I romanced in the golden stream of mortal sweat that sensuously dribbled down my skin- to give me my victorious “Sweat-Bath”.


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