<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431887283852121333</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:02:05.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Wave English</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eng-wordswave.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4431887283852121333/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eng-wordswave.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>शब्दतरङ्ग</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822757254635384137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vWxS7RhreoM/SXLkuQ9EA4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/IB6PilBBiDw/S220/Profile_Shabda+Taranga.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431887283852121333.post-6384322198021308871</id><published>2010-05-22T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T20:19:55.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experimental Audio Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;JOT_insertRelDate(1274581463236, "May 23, 2010 8:09 AM", true, "ltr");&lt;/script&gt;                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Granny sitting by the  fireside  surrounded by little kids is an image deep rooted in our mind. We  ourselves have enjoyed the old time stories by grandma or grandpa  several times. The 'once upon a time…' stories carry moral theme and  interesting plot to draw attention of the kids. Even today, storytelling  is a popular form of moral education though the mode and pattern have  changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today, mass media has  replaced most traditional practices and implied similar modules of  social and cultural life style in media productions which make it more  realistic and acceptable. Dramatization is the most effective mode of  mass communication for it uses local language and style of the targeted  audience to transmit the message. Dinesh Khanna in his compilation  "Abhinaya Chintan" writes that Eastern and Western drama both had begun  to give ethical and moral directions to humankind. Artists through the  characters reach the audience. Audience keep themselves at the place of  characters and move along with them. The drama that could create empathy  in audience is the most effective one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Children are the most curious beings; they ask questions and  learn things. If we fail to answer them properly or if we ignore them  their faith on us fades away. Drama is the easy means of socialization  as were the stories told by our guardians. Moral lessons sound boring if  we lecture but soothing if dramatized. Well told stories and well  presented dramas not only draw attention but result to the  implementation as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nepali  Audio Theatre is working on Experimental Audio Drama. Experimental audio  drama is the dramatized version of the stories once we read or heard in  our childhood. Keep on with &lt;a href="http://audio-cafe.blogspot.com/"&gt;audi   O cafe&lt;/a&gt; on your browser and share any stories or drama if you have.  Your creativity and effort is credited. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You  Pinchuu for your support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4431887283852121333-6384322198021308871?l=eng-wordswave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eng-wordswave.blogspot.com/feeds/6384322198021308871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eng-wordswave.blogspot.com/2010/05/experimental-audio-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4431887283852121333/posts/default/6384322198021308871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4431887283852121333/posts/default/6384322198021308871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eng-wordswave.blogspot.com/2010/05/experimental-audio-drama.html' title='Experimental Audio Drama'/><author><name>शब्दतरङ्ग</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822757254635384137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vWxS7RhreoM/SXLkuQ9EA4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/IB6PilBBiDw/S220/Profile_Shabda+Taranga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4431887283852121333.post-952114854355939295</id><published>2010-05-22T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T20:20:22.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I always dreamt for you. I choose the colors you loved most, dreamt of them and made you happy. I kept myself in darkness and wept with your tears when you felt bad. Shall I admire you for this long togetherness or feel myself fortunate to be free? I always worked as per your desire and for you; never questioned you until date. Today, at this moment of departure, I have a question will you answer me? If so, please tell me, why did you sell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is the first and probably the last question of last moment. Forgive me, I dared ask you question. But you know? I want to take your emotions and love along with me. Could you bless me with your feelings and love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“I have no answer to any of your queries and I won’t allow you take away anything from me,” I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No sooner I answered him, he handed me a ten rupees note and lost somewhere… I was left in darkness. I had no vision for dreams or reality. I could see no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I felt too uneasy, it was too very difficult…. In my mind was the only memory of his truthfulness towards me from early beginning till date. As the present became clear I just felt crying but I could not. I could not even cry without him…. Poor me, I sat there quiet and painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I should not stay this way. I should not grow so numb. He is only a part among five. Other four are yet to approach me. I must be prepared for whatever happens the next. The second part approached me and spoke of all he felt. His voice was enough to describe how upset he was. I wanted to see him but could not. I could not see even myself. Darkness all around, his faint voice pierced my ears. I got up abruptly after listening to him for long. No sooner I got up he asked- Do you not need me? I could not answer him anything else than what I had said to the first one. May be he went away after listening to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I stayed in silence till the third part reached me. I didn’t want to be asked anything by him so tried to speak out but he started speaking himself. I tried hard to speak something but could not. Then I realized I could no more speak. My lips were moving, my tong was moving but I had no voice. This realization nearly collapsed me. I was not being able to understand what he was saying because I was concentrated on my own self. After few moments I signed him to keep quiet but he kept on talking. When I signed him to be quiet the second time he was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I waited for the forth part to come. He came and went away, but when? I don’t know. I didn’t see him, I didn’t speak to him, I didn’t hear him. I was feeling that he had spoke something new, something different and interesting. I felt he said more than other three said coz I felt he stayed there longer than they did, I don’t know… I could be wrong. I tried to feel him to know if he came or if he went away and so rose up. What a surprise! I am on space… no land… my hands could not feel anything around… as if I am searching something on space….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I panic, I fear… I tried to run around but it was as though a fur in air. I knew nothing except that I was in my room. I could not find a thing in a room so well furnished. There is nothing in my room. I tried to cry loud, but I was gone mute and dumb. I started crying but could not. I had no tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The very time, I smelt a sweet smell. It was so sweet that I forgot everything else, all the pain and fears had gone away. This was the smell that I loved the most. It was as though I was dissolving in the environment the way a drop of color dissolves in water. It was the most wonderful part of my life but it didn’t remain long. The smell lost after a few moments. Probably it was the fifth and last part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oppNfM1XN-M/Sn6RoUarTiI/AAAAAAAAADU/BFNzKLvvJaA/s1600/psa+0508_LAST+NOTICE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oppNfM1XN-M/Sn6RoUarTiI/AAAAAAAAADU/BFNzKLvvJaA/s320/psa+0508_LAST+NOTICE.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now I was sure the five parts of me are disconnected from me. They have left far behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now I could sell myself because I have the fifty rupees that my five parts brought after selling themselves. I could reach the place where I could sell myself with this money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I could not reach there. I knew that I could do nothing after those five parts leave me. So I had thought of publishing a notice before my parts left me. But if I had written the notice, my eyes would have seen them and it would be difficult for him to sell himself. So will have been the case of hands, ears, mouth and… of God! With this fear, I didn’t flash it. Even the air didn’t know it and so my nose could not detect. I didn’t want to see their pain after they get sold along with me. I know it that if they were sold along with me, they would have never forgiven me. And so, I asked them to get sold by themselves. They didn’t accept so easily but finally they did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They are no more with me. I don’t know where they are. So, I am publishing this notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know I have no existence without my five parts, I worth nothing without them, still I want to sell myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finally, I have only a request- fix my price and buy me if you could or else another notice for someone else to…!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank You Pinchuu for your Translation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4431887283852121333-952114854355939295?l=eng-wordswave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eng-wordswave.blogspot.com/feeds/952114854355939295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eng-wordswave.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-notice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4431887283852121333/posts/default/952114854355939295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4431887283852121333/posts/default/952114854355939295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eng-wordswave.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-notice.html' title='The Last Notice'/><author><name>शब्दतरङ्ग</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13822757254635384137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vWxS7RhreoM/SXLkuQ9EA4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/IB6PilBBiDw/S220/Profile_Shabda+Taranga.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oppNfM1XN-M/Sn6RoUarTiI/AAAAAAAAADU/BFNzKLvvJaA/s72-c/psa+0508_LAST+NOTICE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
