Etymology-2.

संस्कृत > saṃskṛta > √ग्रस् > √gras > to gobble, to chew / to cud > 
grass (noun) > to graze (verb),√चर् > √car > √चर्व > √carv > चरना > caranā >  पशुचर > paśucara > pasture / pastor, चबाना > cabānā > chaff, to chaff (cut the grass) √गॄ > निगरणे > gṛ > nigaraṇe 
> गृणं / गृणनं > gṛṇaṃ / gṛṇanaṃ > green .>  हृ > हरित > > hṛ > harita > hārita  > horti-(culture)
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Sanskrit connection

See what I discovered : 
A Sanskrit connection !
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सं-अधि > समाधि > सेमेटरी > saṃ-adhi > samādhi > semeṭarī cemetery
उप-प्र-लः > उत्-प्र-लः> बफेलो > upa-pra-laḥ > ut-pra-laḥ> baphelo > buffalo > (क्रमेलकः > क्रमे-लकः> क्रमे-ल-कः > krame-lakaḥ> krame-la-kaḥ > camel
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अष्टि शक्नो विन्द् , अष्टि शक्नो (विद्) > aṣṭi śakno vind, aṣṭi śakno (vid)
> Oceti Saknowin
> व्योम > vyoma
, व्योमिङ्ग, व्योमिङ्ग, > Vyoming, मन्थन > मोन्टाना, manthana
> मोन्टाना > Montana,
कन्स, kansa > Cansas
, सनदीयन् ,sanadīyan
, सनत्-ईयन् > sanat-īyan
> कैनडियन् > Canadian, and see at least half a dozen more such words which have a meaning in Sanskrit, but just now going through the text!!
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The Beginning of 'Life'.

The Beginning of 'Life'
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भू / जन् इन धातुओं से बने शब्द 'be' 'gen' संयुक्त होकर 'begin' का रूप ग्रहण किया । 
इसी प्रकार 'ली > लयति / लयते'  तथा .... इव > iva > if से  'live' / 'leaf' / 'leaves'/ 'leafs' बने ।  
लीय-इव > līya-iva > live, leave, > निमग्न, विलीनप्राय, that leaves form, that dissolves, alloy > of metals, aluminium, lay > allay, lie (to lie-down), lie (to hide the reality), elope (Sanskrit 'avalopa') with, to run away with.
गो > go > cow > cows > calves, goat, 
> गोवत्स > govatsa > calf, > calves, 
> this 'f' was not there in the Greek where from Latin and English originated. This 'f' meaning 'flower' came into Latin as a symbol and was accepted as a character later on. So, this 'f' in 'life' could not be silent. It is always vocative.  
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Tryst with destiny...?

Read this on net a few minutes ago ....
Tryst with destiny (New Delhi, Aug 1947)
Jawaharlal Nehru (1889-1964)
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Arguably, the most memorable speech of modern India and perhaps the finest that Nehru ever made. It was at midnight on August 14, that the Constituent Assembly met to usher in independence. Nehru was to be sworn in as the Prime Minister of India by Mountbatton on the morning of August 15---'The Appointed Day', Nehru had noted in his pocket diary---but in the speech he spoke as the embodiment of the hopes and aspirations of the Indian People. He had prepared his speech with care. His Special Assistant, M.O.Mathai, has said in the first draft Nehru had written 'date with destiny'.  Mathai pointed out to Nehru the inappropriateness of the word 'date' given the solemnity of the occasion. After consulting Roget's Thesaurus, Mathai suggested tryst or rendezvous as replacements. Mathai writes, '[I] cautioned that the pkrase "rendezvous with destiny" was used by President Franklin Roosvelt in his famous wartime speeches. He [Nehru} thought for a moment and changed date to tryst in the typescript.' It should be pointed out however many consider Mathai's testimony to be unreliable.
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No Story but a Story-line only.

No Story but a Story-line only.
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Being a born nomad, 
It was / is my lot to keep moving. 
Making no place my permanent residence.
Some good kind men arranged,
Accommodation for me always.
I think they too are born nomads,
Yet I never asked them.
Providence took me out of the last one.
And I was left on dry parched lands.
Reached at the banks of a river.
Was passing days with bare needs,
That were barely met / fulfilled.
Till a big snake pushed me out,
From that comfortable place.
Kept wandering in the wild,
Till all life in me was,
Squeezed out from me.
In those moments,
That looked like the end,
I Called the only friend.
And within next few minutes,
An ambulance arrived from nowhere.
A Hospital sprung up in the near.
And half-live half-dead,
I was taken over there.
They asked me who was with me?
I said : No one !
They completed their formalities.
And though a man was there,
Accompanying me.
He was not a relative.
The Director of the Big Hospital,
Sat by my side,
Talking a lot and taking care.
After a week I was relieved.
They neither claimed,
Nor charged a single rupee,
And I learnt later,
No one paid my fees!
The nomad was back onto,
His endless path that is life!
Oh yes!
Miracles do happen.

   

Confessions ... of a rare kind.

Wrote this on my face-book wall,
on 07-07-2015. :
Confessions / संपश्यन्
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When you are all alone, not even with your thoughts, because they are the product of your brain / memory, not even with an explanation about what you are, and the world and its trivialities are left far away irretrievably, you indeed connect with what you really are, though you can never describe this perception of your Real being...
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॥ मत्स्यावतार ॥ ॥ matsyāvatāra ॥