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The Violin By Robert Lee Beers
Play me The voice echoed in my head.
It snarled, snapped and screamed the demand.
The volume almost painful.
The tones metallic and grating.
"No!"
I screamed out the word, backing away from the glass of the museum display.
Play Me It was louder.
I could almost feel the blood running from my ears, nose and eyes.
Play— "Sir," Are you all right?"
I looked up at the voice.
I hadn't realized I'd fallen to my knees.
The museum docent looked down at me, a mixture of concern and apprehension nudging each other
for dominance on her face.
"No," I said, and then corrected myself as I got to my feet, "No, I mean, I'm
alright, it was just a spell."
I hoped that worked, it should for a man at my age.
She looked closely at me and then backed away, "Well… all right, if you say so."
I saw some of the other patrons giving me the eye.
The city was supposed to be the one of brotherly love, but in my experience it had been one
of "brotherly shove".
It did not pay to fall on the sidewalk in my neighborhood because you never knew what
the helping hands had stolen while they "helped".
I used to be a musician, and by that I mean I performed music, not this mindless thumping
dissonance so popular today, but proper music with melody, rhythm and soul.
First chair was my position and my instrument was the violin.
I had the ability to play with your emotions, I could send you into the depths of despair
and bring to tears with waves of joy.
Music was my tool, my lover and my god.
Was is the key word here.
A simple stupid accident and it was all taken away.
Now all I can do is collect the meager check the disability trolls send me and try to avoid
dreaming of what once was.
I first heard of the violin in a small article in the back of the newspaper's living section.
It was the description that grabbed my attention.
As a collector, I used to find a great deal of intrigue in how the various makers plied
their trade.
Antonio Stradivari was not the only genius among the makers.
His was mostly luck, the good fortune of being born during a portion of the Little Ice Age
where the tone woods grew to a standard unreachable in warmer climes.
Days, weeks, months and years I poured my mind, my vision, my very soul into the knowledge
of what went into the making of a world class instrument.
So it was no surprise a paragraph describing a violin with the image of a creaming face
worked into the soundboard would open my eyes.
I had to see it, and, if possible touch it.
I did not know it could speak.
The display case was positioned in the back of the museum where the more…unusual items
were kept, the gross, the disgusting and the macabre.
As a guest I stood out.
It was not just my age, but also my attire.
Well wearing tweed is usually something that remains in the background, so normal and average
it vanishes from the memory.
In that section of the museum I was a sore thumb, recently struck by a hammer.
Black was the order of the day, black with so much metal the youths wearing the outfits
could have supplied the mills in Pittsburg for decades.
To a one, they all bore the same dissolute expression as if already wearied by the weight
of years.
Even in my own similar state of mind I could not help but find that funny.
Imagine being so self-absorbed that even before reaching your second decade you already feel
old, useless and worn out.
One of the youths, a skinny girl with dead black hair and even deader eyes overheard
my chuckle.
"What's so funny, old man?"
She asked the question, emphasizing the last two words as if they would somehow be an insult.
She had no idea they merely confirmed my own opinion.
I didn't answer her back.
It would only have made an uncomfortable day even more unbearable.
I think she may have snarled something else at me, but I wasn't listening, I had a place
to be.
It was even more fascinating than I had dreamed.
The soundboard was the same dead black as the girl's hair.
I could see, either worked by the hand of an absolute genius, or perhaps some trick
of the grain itself, a face, complete with eyes, nose, mouth and expression lines.
The expression was a complex one, part grimace, part scream and altogether evil.
I could almost feel the lust for death, pain, suffering and despair radiating off of it.
I could feel it looking at me, considering, weighing, reaching for a decision; and then
deciding.
Yes.
What was that?
It sounded as if a voice was coming from the instrument.
I looked around to see if anyone else had heard it.
No, they were all as mindless as I assumed them to be.
Yes.
"Are you speaking to me?"
I asked the violin, but as softly as possible, for all the obvious reasons.
Yes.
"Why?"
I remained as quiet as possible, my nose almost touching the glass.
Play me.
I raised my useless left hand.
"I cannot.
I couldn't even hold you, much less finger the strings."
Play me.
This time it wasn't a subtle whisper, but a demand.
The demands increased in ferocity and volume until I screamed out my own refusal and fell
away from the glass.
That is when the docent came to my aide.
The pull of the violin was still there.
I could feel it in the back of my mind, as if a piece of its personality had merged with
my own.
I understood now, I understood those poor people I would see in the park, or walking
along the sidewalk carrying on a conversation with another that no one else saw or heard.
Could it be that they too had come across some other malevolent mind as I had?
Play me… please.
I stumbled out of the museum, the thing's voice still whispering, pleading, and now
begging to be played.
It continued as I made my way to the subway and on to the poor walkup that was my home.
It was a stupid thing to do, I realize that now, but isn't that the way we humans are?
We take the easy path because it is far too difficult to deal with the harshness of reality.
I ignored the voice as best I could.
Distance did help but it was still there, imploring me to come back, to play it, to
free its voice into the air.
To my mind, I thought a drink or two would erase it entirely.
I keep a bottle of cheap single malt in the cupboard under the sink.
I keep it there because no one does that, and so I am reasonably sure that, if I am
ever burgled, the scotch will still be there.
This problem figured to be a three-finger issue.
I poured and drank all in one continuous motion.
The cheap spirit burned all the way down, and then I waited.
That's when I chose to be extremely stupid.
It was impatience, impatience fueled by irritation, and if I'm honest, fear.
The voice was still there, still doing its best to wear me down.
I poured another drink and threw it back, and then I kept repeating the action until
the bottle was empty.
There was a moment of waking, at least I think so.
I did open my eyes and I did look around to be aware of my surroundings.
I did not, however, any a single notion of where I was.
I looked down, nor why my hands were stained with what looked like blood and why I was
holding four three foot lengths of what seemed to be animal gut.
Those of you unaware of the history of stringed instruments, especially the violin, should
know that the first, and in many of the traditionalists' minds, the best strings came from gut.
Called catgut, it was actually a type of cord made from the fibers found in the linings
of animal intestines, usually sheep, goat or cattle.
A cat's would be nowhere near long enough.
There are some who believe the original term was actually cattlegut and it became shortened
over the years.
In order to prepare catgut, the small intestines are cleaned, freed from fat, and steeped in
water.
After that, the external membrane is scraped off with a blunt knife.
The intestines are then once again steeped for some time in lye and then smoothed and
equalized by drawing out, or stretching, as it were.
Over the years it was found that the leaner the animal, the tougher the gut.
Once dried and prepared, the gut strands are twisted together to make the string.
The diameter of the string is determined by the thickness of the individual guts and by
the number that are used.
For example, a very thin string such as a violin E will use only three or four guts,
whereas a very heavy string, such as a double bass string, may use twenty or more.
The lowest string for a violin, a fine instrument such as a Stradivari would need only twelve.
It is said that the purest tones come from gut.
In comparison, the finest metal strings, even those made from gold alloy screech in comparison.
I had no idea what I was holding, but I still had what was needed to turn the gut into proper
strings.
A short walk told me I wasn't that far from my apartment, and, a few smelly, messy hours
later, I had a set of rather serviceable gut violin strings.
Bring them to me.
I shook my head.
The voice was even more in the forefront of my mind than before.
Even more than when I turned back into a drunk.
Before I realized it, I was at the door and then out onto the sidewalk, heading toward
the subway, the strings in a brown paper bag.
Hurry.
Hurry.
"All right, all right, stop nagging."
I saw some of the looks the other passengers on the subway were giving me.
They were probably right.
I'm fairly sure I deserved them.
Who else but a nutter would be telling a voice only he can hear to stop nagging?
By the time the subway slowed to a stop at the terminal near the museum I had my end
of the car all to myself.
There is a clock on the wall, visible to anyone getting off the subway if they care to look.
I looked and saw the time.
It was either extremely late or very, very early, I wasn't entirely sure.
What I was sure of was that the museum would be closed.
Very, very tightly closed.
In many ways, museums are much like music halls and large theaters.
They have a lot of doors and a very small security staff, often consisting of one rather
mature individual with a flashlight and a television set.
I had no reason to think otherwise with this museum.
The main doors were not an option.
One, they are very well lit, even in the smallest hour of the night.
The windows visible from the street, they too would not be worth considering.
As the building occupied an entire city block, I was fairly certain there had to be a variety
of delivery entrances, and more than likely a couple around the back of the building and
maybe one or two going into the basement.
I was correct, but the security staff had to be more diligent than not.
Every door I tried was locked.
I started on the windows, working my way around the driveway that was hidden from the direct
view of the street.
There was another door.
More of a garage door, one of the corrugated type that rolls up.
I grabbed the handle and rattled it, lightly, careful to not make any noise, if at all possible.
Hurry.
Hurry.
"Shut up, you.
Give me a freaking break," I whispered, and then I nearly landing on my behind.
The door loosened and began to rise.
The wheels squeaked in the channel.
I could only hope the guard, or watchman, whatever his title was, didn't hear it.
As carefully as possible, I raised the door, just enough to enable me, arthritic knees
and all to crawl under and into the museum.
I took the time to lower the door.
It didn't seem right to leave it open.
I was actually making a delivery, and as I keep telling myself, whatever else I may be,
I am not a thief.
On the other side was storage, consisting of lots and lots of wooden boxes.
A few of them were open and filled with that fluffy popcorn all the environmentalists complain
about.
I saw tops of vases, figurines and a few things I'd rather not think about.
What I did not see was what pleased me the most, the watchman.
If I remembered correctly, the violin was kept in the gallery on the far back left-hand
corner of the museum, if you based that looking at the building from the front steps.
All I had to do was find a way out of a basement I had never been in.
This way.
With the voice came a strong pull in a specific direction.
I followed it and found the stairs leading up.
This way.
Now a turn, and then another.
Hurry.
Hurry.
"I'm hurrying.
I'm hurrying."
"You!
Stop right there!"
"Damn."
I turned to see the guard shining his light on me.
He came closer, tilting his head as he looked at me.
"I… know you," he said.
"I've seen you here several times before.
What were you doing, casing the place for a job?"
I held up the bag, "Umm, no, actually I'm delivering something."
"Huh?"
The light waved as he tried to work out what I just said.
Kill him.
Maybe it was the tenseness of the situation, or perhaps it was the sheer power of the voice
inside the museum.
I really can't say, nor do I care.
A red wash filled my eyes and the next thing I remember, I have the bag in my hands, the
stains are back and I'm standing before the case with the violin.
Play me.
Playmeplaymeplaymeplayme.
It began to sound so eager it was babbling.
"I can't play you without strings," I said, shaking the bag before the glass.
String me.
Stringmestringmestringme.
I went through another blank period and then the violin was in my hands and I was fitting
the E string, the heaviest to the head.
It tightened properly, and then I did the next.
Yes.
Yes.
"I'm glad you're pleased," I said.
Again, I noticed the stains on my fingers.
What was that stuff?
I tightened the last string, the high string, and lifted the hand-carved rest to my chin.
The bow was in my right hand.
I noticed it was a Vuillaume, supposedly one of the best in the world, except the man never
made one by himself.
He only employed the makers, but they did produce the best there was during the day.
The bow moved across the stings with a smoothness I only half-remembered.
A sweet, resinous E filled the gallery.
Use your fingers.
"I can't," I said, "They won't close."
They will now.
Play me.
So I played, and, wonder of wonders, my fingers closed and then they fell into the almost
forgotten patterns of Chaconne by Bach and then flowed from there to Caprice No. 1, Paganini's
opus.
Yesssss.
The voice rejoiced, Play me.
Right then the mood changed.
My fingers began flicking across the strings into the mad melodies of the Danse Macabre
and then into the three unadulterated minutes of violinists hell entitled Locatelli's Caprice
in D major Op. 3, no.
23 'Il labirinto armonico'.
I had always thought the piece to be impossible, playable only by mutants and savants, and
I whipped through it as easily as if I was playing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.
"Yessss!"
I exalted Yessss!
The violin screamed out its joy along with mine.
I'm not sure how long I played.
It felt like hours and it felt like seconds.
Imagine yourself being denied the greatest joy of your life for nearly thirty years and
then suddenly being given the ability to not only re-embrace it, but to do so at a level
you only dreamed of before.
We must go.
I blinked.
It may have been my imagination, but I thought I could hear the rattle of keys coming from
the front doors.
That way.
There was that directional pull again and I followed it without thinking.
It took me back along the way I must have come.
In the hallway leading to the passage that would take me back down into the basement
I saw a body.
The light was bad, but I thought I recognized it.
It was face down and resting in a wide pool of blood.
I reached down and turned it over.
To me shock, it was the guard who had stopped me earlier.
His shirt was open and his belly…
I almost vomited, He'd been disemboweled, messily.
Ropes of intestines, black in the poor light snaked out of his open abdomen and onto the
floor.
They been cut… or eaten.
I didn't care, I needed to get out of there.
Hurry.
I hurried and in a short amount of time I was back on the sidewalk; the violin, the
bow and the paper bag in a brown leather valise I'd grabbed in the basement on the way out.
It was that hour of the day when the city streets were almost barren.
I didn't even see a cab on the way to the subway entrance, and the only other passengers
in the car were either drunks, homeless or both.
Neither of them seemed aware of their surroundings.
It was the same on the walk back to the brownstone.
I did catch a glimpse of the milkman, being very old-fashioned, the neighborhood still
had one, but he was the only moving body I saw.
Back in my apartment, I opened the valise and pulled out the contents, the case and
the paper bag.
I noticed the bag was leaking, and I smelled…feces.
When I opened the bag I knew what I was looking at, the guts of the guard and then I knew,
as sure as I knew a cloudless sky was blue, where the material for the new strings on
the violin came from.
Play me.
If you hear music, beautiful soul-soaring music coming from a violin, do not, under
any circumstance answer the door.
It is probably me, and I'm looking for a new set of strings…
The Violin is a short story by Robert Lee Beers, author of The Tony Mandolin Mysteries,
the best unknown supernatural mystery series on the planet.
While this stand alone horror piece was provided for a bit of Halloween fun, The Tony Mandolin
Mysteries is his bread and butter.
They take place in and around today's San Francisco, and in style are a mash-up of Nero
Wolf, Harry Dresden and the Vimes novels of the immortal Sir Terry Pratchett.
There are seven finished novels in the series, an 8th in the works and several short stories
offered for free on Kindle Unlimited.
If you go to http://asmbeers.wixsite.com/robertleebeers everything is there and more.
In addition, Graphic Audio the Movie in Your Mind audiobook publishing company has released
Tony Mandolin Mystery books 1 and 2 as all cast audiobooks available in CD and download.
Hey guys!
So I decided a little while back that I was going to narrate something special for Halloween.
And then literally that same day Robert Beers contacted me asking if I would like a horror
piece to read for the holidays.
Being one of my favorite authors to work wth, I jumped at the chance!
So I hope you guys liked the story, and have a happy Halloween!
I'm Chris Herron, and that's it for today's tall tale tv.
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Welcome to the Endnotes, where I put all the fun facts I can't fit into the main videos!
Today, some extra bits of information from my video about the word Ghost — and if you
haven't seen those yet, click on the card.
In the main video we identify the ultimate etymon of ghost as the Proto-Indo-European
root *gheis- used to refer to the emotions of fear or amazement.
We should be careful not to confuse this root with Proto-Indo-European *ghosti meaning "guest
and host".
You might think it odd to have the same root meaning both host and guest, but it in fact
reflects an ancient cultural value, the importance of the reciprocal relationship between guest
and host, almost a quasi-family tie, a concept which in Ancient Greek is expressed with the
word xenia, one of the key themes of Homer's Odyssey.
In Anglo-England texts often punned on these similar sounding roots.
When Old English gast was used to refer to a disembodied spirit, it was often in a pun
with the word gyst meaning "visitor, stranger", from which we get the word guest.
Another similar string of letters that we should be careful not to confuse here is g-h-o-t-i.
In this case it's not an Indo-European root, but a demonstration that English needed spelling
reform, because this string of letters could be said to spell the word fish.
The "gh" makes an "f" sound in tough, the "o" makes an "i" in women, and
the "ti" makes an "sh" sound in "nation".
Silly English!
This demonstration of spelling irregularity has often been attributed to George Bernard
Shaw, who was certainly an outspoken supporter of spelling reform, but it doesn't actually
seem to appear in any of his writings.
Speaking of Shaw, in addition to his early ghostwriting, he continued his music criticism
work in his own name after his literary fame grew, and also made witty use of Hamlet in
a satire of the more academic style of his fellow music critics by describing the famous
"To be or not to be" speech thusly: "Shakespeare, dispensing with the customary exordium, announces
his subject at once in the infinitive, in which mood it is presently repeated after
a short connecting passage in which, brief as it is, we recognize the alternative and
negative forms on which so much of the significance of repetition depends.
Here we reach a colon; and a pointed pository phrase, in which the accent falls decisively
on the relative pronoun, brings us to the first full stop."
Well, that is indeed the question.
I think.
And this brings us back to Hamlet.
Not only does this same basic plot of son pretending to be insane while avenging his
father on his murderous uncle who married his mother and took over the kingdom appear
in the Latin Gesta Danorum by Saxo Grammaticus, but there are also other Old Norse versions
of the story, including a close parallel in Hrólfs saga kraka or the Saga of King Hrolf
Kraki.
In this analogue of the story, the role of the Hamlet character is actually divided between
two brothers named Helgi and Hroar, who by the way appear as Halga and Hroðgar in the
Old English poem Beowulf.
The basic storyline of Helgi and Hroar follows that familiar plot in Hamlet: avenge the father
on the uncle who married the mother while pretending to be mad.
In another part of the saga is the story of a monster who attacks the hall, much like
Grendel in Beowulf, but it's specified that the attacks always come at Yule, in other
words Christmas.
And the Yule time visit is a common pattern in many sagas and indeed ghost stories (think
A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens).
You might think that Halloween would be the time of year when reports of ghost sightings
was highest, but in fact this isn't necessarily so.
In the Norse sagas we also find a parallel for zombies, the aptrgangr literally "again-walker"
or draugr, a word which can be traced back to a root which means "to harm or deceive"
and is thereby cognate with English dream.
The stuff of nightmares I suppose!
The draugar often appear in Norse stories, such as Grettis Saga, which also by the way,
like Hrólfs saga kraka, contains a close parallel to the Beowulf story.
The more general European tradition that this falls under is the revenant from Latin reveniens
literally "returning or coming back", referring to the dead come back to life in
physical form to haunt the living.
Usually the revenants were wrongdoers in life, and were thought to spread disease.
The only way to stop them would be to exhume the body during the day when they rested and
either decapitate them or remove and burn the heart.
And perhaps most famously there's Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, in which the living dead is
reanimated not through necromancy but through science.
Well, even the living dead have to keep up with the times!
And speaking of the word reanimated, it comes from Latin anima meaning "spirit or ghost"
or "breath or air", which can be traced back to a root meaning "to breathe".
So literally Victor Frankenstein gives his monster the breath of life…that's some
creepy CPR!
As always, you can hear even more etymology and history, as well as interviews with a
wide range of fascinating people, on the Endless Knot Podcast, available on all the major podcast
platforms as well as our other YouTube channel.
Thanks for watching!
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The Seven Deadly Sins of Social Media - Duration: 5:07.
SunnyLenarduzzi: Happy Halloween (singing).
The dark side of branding, business and being your own boss.
Welcome to the dark side, boss.
There are certain things about social media that kill me.
Literally, I'm dead.
You've killed me.
So, I need to address them, and until I confess these sins on everyone's behalf, I'm not going
to be able to come back to life.
I need you to comment with all of your social media sins, and what you think the biggest
crimes are, when it comes to being online.
These are the seven deadly sins of social media.
These are the seven deadly sins of social media.
Sin number one: lust.
The thirst is real, and if you're only posting for likes, you are bound to get caught up
in constantly trying to get more and more double taps on your content.
But here's the thing: the only way to actually get engagement online is to engage back and
to create a community by posting quality content that either entertains, educates or inspires.
So, instead of lusting for likes, focus on creating content that is actually going to
be beneficial to your audience, because if you are just doing it for the likes, you are
only posting for external gratification, and that, perhaps, is the biggest sin of all.
Sin number two is gluttony.
To avoid being a social media glutton, there are two things to remember.
One: don't over post.
If you are just posting to post, without an actual purpose, you will murder your account's
engagement, and the final step of this is: don't just jump on hashtags or trending topics,
if you haven't done your research.
This has slayed more brands than I can even mention here.
Part two of not being a social media glutton is: don't over consume.
Now, I feel like this goes without saying, but ... Sorry, one second.
That's a nice comment.
So cute!
What was I saying?
Oh yeah.
Don't over consume.
It kills your personality, and it kills your productivity.
Just one second.
Sin number three: greed.
Make it rain!
When did we all become so obsessed with money?
What I would like to say about this, is if you are only using social media to sell, and
to flaunt the cash that you're making, you are kinda missing the point of social media.
Sin number four: sloth.
If you are going to be on social media, be on social media.
The biggest sin, and the fastest way for your audience to ghost you, is if you stop responding
to their comments, and if you are inconsistent in posting.
It breaks all trust with your community, and why would we want to show up for somebody
who isn't showing up for us?
Sin number five: wrath.
Trolls, I'm talking to you.
What I need to say to you, is if you are on social media, to be an asshole, you might
not want to be on it.
That is not the purpose of social media.
It's built for healthy discussion, healthy debates, and helpful information.
Okay?
Okay.
Sin number six: envy.
So, if you are sitting there watching other people and being on your phone, and envying
or being jealous of someone else's success, I challenge you to stop scrolling and start
creating your own.
Sin number seven: pride.
If you are taking a holier-than-thou approach to social media and think you can become an
overnight expert, nobody in the world who is the best at what they do became an expert
overnight.
So, invest in education.
Invest in resources.
Invest in mentors, and be honest and authentic about where you really are in your experience,
because if you are building your brand or your business on a pedestal of pride, it is
built to break.
Okay boss, I am running out of time.
I've given you so much time to confess your sins.
Have you confessed your sins?
Have you?
Have you?
Have you?
Oh!
You've brought me back to life.
If you liked this video, make sure you hit that "like" button below.
Share it with your friends in honor of Halloween, and comment below and confess your social
media sin.
Thanks for watching, I mean, thanks for watching, and a huge thank you to Lakeisha who did my
makeup today.
I'm not really dead, guys.
Don't worry.
Where can people subscribe to your channel?
Lakeisha: You can subscribe to me on YouTube.
My username is LKMCNEILL, so L-K-M-C-N-E-I-L-L.
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She is a brilliant makeup artist.
Thank you.
Lakeisha: No worries.
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being your own boss.
Make it rain!
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Essence of Murli 01-11-2017 - Duration: 7:32.
Om Shanti !
Today's Murli Date Is 1st November 2017
Essence: Sweet children, follow shrimat, become pure and clean, imbibe this knowledge and then do yuktiyukt service.
Don't become arrogant but maintain your pure pride. ( convert negative into positive and do seva )
Question: Due to which one aspect does the Father have to give so much knowledge?
Answer: The Father gives you so much knowledge in order to prove that the Creator of the Gita is the incorporeal Supreme Father, the Supreme Soul.
The biggest mistake they have made is that they have put Shri Krishna's name in the Gita instead of the Father's, the Purifier.
You have to prove this. You have to create various methods for this.
( you need to create various methods as peoples sentiments must not get hurt while proving above )
Show the difference between the praise of the Father and that of Shri Krishna.
( Baba says first explain praise of Shri Krishna, then of Shiv Baba, while doing so, they will automatically realize God Of Gita is bodiless point of light, Shiv Baba )
Song: To live in Your lane and to die in Your lane.
Essence for dharna: 1. Perform every task very tactfully.
Show (reveal) the Father by remaining cheerful, unshakeable and stable in the intoxication of knowledge.
2. Prove the new and unique things of knowledge.
Blessing: May you be a fast effort-maker and follow Father Brahma and claim the first number while keeping your destination in front of you.
An intense effort-maker always has his destination in front of him. He never looks around here and there.
Souls who are to claim the first number do not see anything wasteful even while seeing it; they do not hear anything wasteful even while hearing it.
They keep their destination in front of them and follow Father Brahma.
Father Brahma performed actions considering himself to be "karanhar" (one performing the action),
and never considered himself to be "karavanhar" (one inspiring others to perform actions)
and this is why he was always light even while looking after his responsibilities.
Follow the Father in the same way.
Slogan: Whatever things would spoil your stage: hear but do not hear those things.
To the sweetest, beloved, long-lost and now-found children, love, remembrance and good morning from the Mother, the Father, BapDada.
The spiritual Father says namaste to the spiritual children.
We spiritual children convey to spiritual Baapdada, our love our remembrance, our good morning & our namaste namaste
Om Shanti !
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'Ghoomar' (from Padmavati) based on which Raag? - Duration: 9:09.
demo
hi, I am Anuja Kamat
The song that I just sang
that was the 'Ghoomar' song from the film Padmavati
The song was released recently on the net
and has gained a lot of popularity
Many of y'all have asked me about the raag on which it is based
In one of my previous episodes, I'd mentioned
many songs in the movies of Sanjay Leela Bhansali have the influence of Raag Yaman on them
So is this Ghoomar song too based on Raag Yaman?
Before I answer this, let me talk a little about 'Ghoomar'
Ghoomar is originally an Indian folk music form belonging to the state of Rajasthan
Rajput ladies perform Ghoomar during special occasions
and they twirl while dancing: hence the name 'Ghoomar'
Ghoomar songs are set in varied tunes
However, the common factor in them is the beat structure / taal
Ghoomar songs are composed in Keherwa, an 8 beat taal
but the weight of the beats is a little different from the original taal
Hence it is called Ghoomar Theka
This theka/ beat pattern is especially for Ghoomar
it sounds as follows:
demo
Observe how the pattern is very catchy and thus convenient for dance
Let's now move on to the Ghoomar song in Padmavati
Is it too based on Yaman?
the answer is, nope! not at all!
this song is based on Raag Vrindavani Sarang
Raag Vrindavani Sarang is also called as Sarang
This beautiful raag is sung during the afternoon time
There is a belief that this raag has originated from Folk tunes
the speciality of the notes of this raag is:
there are 5 notes: Sa Re Ma Pa and Ni
in the aaroha (ascending), all these notes are shuddha (in original position)
but in avaroha (descending), the Ni / Nishad is komal (variant)
So the scale of Vrindavani Sarang is as follows:
demo
this was the scale of Vrindavani Sarang but what are the phrases of this raag?
traditionally, Vrindavani Sarang is sung with Ni in the beginning instead of Sa
thus Ascend starts with Ni
and in avroha
instead of this, you have:
this means the phrase Ma Re Ni Sa is important
so how do you know the ghoomar song is based on Vrindavani Sarang?
you get to know in the beginning of the song itself, when the male vocals come in
This is typically Vrindavani Sarang
Along with this, there are many other clues in this song
like the line:
this is:
Re Ni Sa is Vrindavani Sarang
The Next Line is Shreya Ghoshal's line
translated as:
Ma Re Ni Sa, typical Vrindavani Sarang
This song reflects not just Vrindavani Sarang
but also Madhmad Sarang
Any light song, film song or folk song
not necessarily is based on one raag
It could be based on one raag
sometimes it might reflect more than one raag
and many a time it might not even be based on any raag!!
Fortunately, the ghoomar song reflects 2 raags
So what is Madhmad Sarang?
Madhmad Sarang is very similar to Vrindavani Sarang
but the difference is that in Vrindavani Sarang we have shuddha Ni is ascend and komal Ni in descend
in Madhmad Sarang you will find only the komal Ni in ascend and descend
because of this, it sounds as follows:
in this song, the 2nd verse shows a glimpse of Madhmad Sarang
so if you translate it, you get:
observe how the ascend and the descend, both used komal Ni
this definitely is the feature of Madhmad sarang
This was my take on the Ghoomar song of Padmavati
and with this, we conclude the episode
hope you liked this video
if you've liked it, then do give a thumbs up!
if you haven't subscribed to my channel, do subscribe to 'Anuja Kamat'
I want to spread Indian Music love through this initiative of mine
so do watch and share the other videos in this channel
I'd love to see you in my coming episodes, till then: om shanti/ peace be with you!
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Legends never die
when the world is calling you
Can you hear them screaming out your name?
Legends never die
They never lose hope when everything's cold and the fighting's near
It's deep in their bones they run into smoke when the fire is fierce
'Oh pick yourself up, cause
Legends never die
Legends never die
Legends never die
Legends never die
Legends never die
They're written down in eternity
But you'll never see the price it costs,
the scars collected all their lives
When everything's lost
they pick up their hearts and avenge defeat
Before it all starts,
they suffer through harm
just to touch a dream
'Oh pick yourself up, cause
Legends never die
Legends never die
Legends never die
Legends never die
Legends never die
When the world is calling out your name
Begging you to fight
Pick yourself up once more
Pick yourself up 'cause
Legends never die
Legends never die
Legends never die
Legends never die
Legends never die
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ବଡ ଓଷା ରେ ବନାନ୍ତୁ ସ୍ଵାଦିଷ୍ଟ ଘୃତ | Ghruta Recipe ( Bada Osha Special ) | Odia Authentic - Duration: 6:29.
Namaskar. Welcome to www.mrunalinee.com
Today we will make a special sweet dish called "Ghruta"
This dish is generally prepared during a festival (Bada Osha) in Odisha
Which is celebrated in the month of Kartika
And offered to lord Siva as a prasad
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Let's start with today's recipe
We need all these ingredients for making Ghruta
Soaked Raw rice - 1 glass
I have soaked the rice for 4 hours
Soak it at least 1 hour
Or you can also soak the rice more than 1 hour to get a fine batter out of it
Sugar - 1 glass
Sliced fresh coconut - 1/2 or 1 cup
Cashew nuts
Kismis
Raw peanut
Green cardamom powder - 4
Bay leaf - 2
Roasted cumin powder - 2 tbsp
And salt to taste
First remove water from the rice
And grind it well by adding a some water into it
Rice batter is ready now
The consistency should be like this
** Grind the rice in such a way that no grain will be left behind **
So that the rice batter will be cooked quickly
To make this batter here I have added 1/2 glass of water
Or you can add the water as required
Keep it aside
Turn on the flame and place the kadhai
Then pour 1 ltr + 1 glass of water in it
And let it simmer for some time
Here the water is heated up
Then take out additional 1 glass of hot water for later use
Except roasted cumin powder add all other ingredients in it
Salt
Cardamom powder and bay leaf
Raw peanut
Fresh coconut
Cashew nut
Raisins / Kismis
Here I have added 1½ glass of sugar for more sweetness as it gives very nice taste
But, you can add the sugar as required
Stir until it get dissolved
Sugar has melted now
Then pour the prepared batter in it by one hand
And parallelly stir with a spoon by other hand, like I have shown
Otherwise it will form lumps and may stick to the kadhai
Stir it continuously on medium flame until it get boiled
Here it got boiled and became thick
Now cover and cook it on low flame for some time
Stir it in between
For me here the consistency seems thick
Add the removed warm water in it as required
Because the rice batter needs to be nicely cooked
It's been 30 minutes now
And everything got nicely cooked
At the end add roasted cumin powder in it
Roasted cumin powder gives very nice aroma and authentic taste to this dish
It is done now
Turn off the flame
And get it out in to a serving bowl
Super tasty Ghruta is ready to serve now
You can serve it like this.
Otherwise serve it chilled by storing it in a refrigerator for better taste
So try this recipe at home
And share with me your experience
Thank you
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AHHH!! Taking a risk in my YouTube business! - Duration: 10:30.
- Today is the big day, guys.
People are flying in from all over the world.
It's going to be an amazing two days
of working with these creators,
helping them to grow and develop their channels
and reach their goals.
I can't believe this is actually happening.
I loaded up the rental van with all like the TVs
and stuff that we need.
And so can you guys fit back there?
- We got it.
- (Tim) Kathryn, did you find a spot?
- Yeah.
- (Tim) Okay.
Hopefully everyone lives.
I've been doing the online version of Video Labs
for about three years now,
and a lot of creators have gone through it.
It's helped a lot of them really grow
and develop their channels.
It's been fun to see.
I wanted to see like what would happen
if I took that 10 week experience to do online
and cram it into two days here in Cincinnati, Ohio?
I am surprised.
Not really,
but still blown away that it sold out.
Like completely sold out.
Every ticket gone.
If you don't Jeremy,
he's one of the trainers, instructors.
What are we calling these people?
Kathryn?
Now see, that's Kathryn.
She's my business manager and works for me,
so she's super awesome.
So is Jeremy.
And this is Kristen.
She just came in from Dallas also, right?
- Hi, yes.
- (Tim) And you have a fun YouTube channel?
- Yes, Six Sisters Stuff.
- Yeah.
And if you research why I'm really excited about this event,
one is when you are YouTube creator,
it can feel very lonely.
You have like problems,
you have issues,
you have questions,
you have things you want to talk to.
Like this is a community of people
that now we're together physically in the same spot
where we can just hang out.
Let show you guys around a little bit
where we are having this event and setting up.
This is the Westin Hotel in downtown Cincinnati.
We're here setting up,
got like TV screens, TV stands.
I got to open up TV boxes,
set it all up.
You're setting up easels.
We got a lot of work to do.
Out here's where the like meals
and snacks are going to be,
like so you can kind of come out in the natural light,
hang out in this area.
And then we also have this room over here
for one of the breakout sessions in here.
(techno music)
I hope that when people leave this event
in a few days from now,
they leave feeling like they didn't just learn something
and they didn't just walk away with a notebook full
of new ideas and inspirations.
But mostly I want to them to walk away feeling like
I felt like I deeply connected with people who care.
It's definitely about knowledge and information,
that's a huge part of this,
but it's also about the human connection
and helping them accomplish their goals and their dreams.
It's coming along pretty nicely.
What do you guys think?
One of the things that I appreciate when I go to events
that no one ever does
is like I fidget a lot,
like I like to have things in my hand.
I think like creative type people
are just typically like that.
I got fidget spinners.
I got Play-Doh.
We've got one of these guys
where you can just like spin, flip, flick,
so people have something to do with their hands
like get Play-Doh stuck in their keyboard keys.
We're out getting some dinner.
We're going to eat at this burger joint right here.
(techno music)
When I first thought about doing this Video Labs event
here in Cincinnati a few years ago,
I thought I could never pull something like that off.
It's too big for someone like me.
Here we are and it's happening.
Good morning guys.
I'm teaching all the sessions today.
Other people are teaching the next few days,
doing channel reviews with creators.
It's going to be awesome.
I smell breakfast and it sounds great.
So you know when you like this dream
and it's a big risk to take it?
I am learning right now
that the risk is sometimes worth taking.
Risk doesn't always necessarily equal disaster.
Maybe that's how I kind of think of it sometimes.
Sometimes risk means success.
Like there was an application process
to be here at this event,
and we had over 300 some applicants.
We accepted 20 of them,
and they were all handpicked with the idea of like
I can tell you have a mission
behind what you're trying to do on YouTube.
Like you might not know what it is,
you might be still trying to figure that out,
but I can tell the heart is there.
One of the things I like about doing events like this
is you get to meet cool people like this guy.
- Hi.
- He has a blogging channel he's starting.
And then like these guys.
Yeah you have fun blogging channel?
- I do. - (Tim)There you go.
- Yes.
- So it's been a lot fun just like meeting people
and hearing stories and stuff.
I love seeing like the light bulb moments
that some of these people are getting
when they're like,
you know I came in with this idea for my channel,
it's going this way.
It's not really working.
And then we sit down
and we work though like content strategy.
And we work though like the target audience
and the value preposition.
And we start like getting like practical.
And like oh, I get it,
and they start developing this bigger picture
and this vision for their channel
than they even thought of in the first place.
Like that's the type of thing
that I don't think can just happen
if it's just experts on the stage.
And there's nothing wrong with that.
There's a lot of value to that for sure, you know?
We're getting ready to go out for dinner.
We had a great day together.
How's going so far for you, Derral?
- It's good, but it's going to be a lot better
after I get some food.
- (Tim) How's it going for you guys?
- Good! Doing great!
- It's going awesome.
(upbeat music)
- The people are connecting well with each other.
I see new friendships being made.
There's way more collective wisdom
in the group of the people who are here
than there is in just Derral, me, and Jeremy.
And I wanted people to tap into that.
Like I wanted people to be like,
hey, I know some things about YouTube,
but this person has experiences on YouTube
I've never had before.
Everyone just feels like
so far that they're getting what they need from each other.
- (Tim) You need a bib?
That's called a rib bib.
Oh yeah, everybody's getting one tonight.
(upbeat music)
Today is the last day of Video Labs.
I am feeling really tired,
staying up late,
getting ready for the next day with sessions and notes.
My voice is starting to leave.
I gotta be careful I don't lose it completely today
because I really need this
so I can finish serving people talking
and really helping them out the best that I can.
Day two is starting with Derral.
- Anything outside of PBS.
- He's going to talk about fitting SCO
for like the next two hours.
It's going to be cool.
- Well I love YouTube because you can...
(thoughtful music)
- Wooo, we had a great morning of teaching
and training from Derral and Jeremy.
We're about to hit lunch,
but before we do that,
we are going to go outside,
go over to Fountain Square,
and take a big group picture together
and plus it's really good to get out of that room
and just stretch our legs a little bit, seriously.
Taking pictures.
- Don't push me Tim.
We're all going to fall in the water.
- No pushing and shoving around here.
All right, here we go.
I think I'm distracting them.
We're getting ready to do my favorite part of this event,
which is I get to hang out with these people.
We get to just dig into their YouTube channels together.
We can pull them up on the screen like that.
So right now, that's Jessica.
- Hi. - Right there.
And we're going to talk about her channel.
And it's fun because like everyone's
like sharing insights together
and we just get to hang out and talk
and you know that someone else has like an insight
then just kind of the conversation rolls
and I'm even learning lot just by listening to them.
So it's been fun.
So all right let's dig into Jessica Stansberry.
I think the main difference
that I'm seeing between doing this event online
versus doing it in person
is that online you kind
of dial into the call we do every week.
You get the information.
You meet some people, it's cool,
but then you hang up and that's it.
In person, you get the information
and then you continue to talk about it
and interact and think
and hear different perspectives and stories
and you continue to gage
and deepen the relationships with the people
that you're engaging with.
Like and everything like just doesn't stop
when the phone call ends like it does online.
Instead here like you are emersed into it
for two solid, completely full days.
(thoughtful music)
I would love for this to be the experience
that happens regularly for creators.
This is the type of thing that can really help creators
not just reach people,
but impact their lives
and you guys know here
that that's what me and my wife and my family,
that's what we're all about.
Time for me to leave.
Time to go.
The event's over.
Thank you guys so much for being a part of it.
- Yeah.
- Those of you guys who are still here,
thank you so much.
Safe travels back to London,
to Florida, to Florida,
to Nashville, to.. - Minnasota.
- Minnasota, that's right, and Pennsylvania.
And me, about 20 minutes away.
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