Sunday, April 21, 2019

The Holy week in the Phillipines

                                                      The Holy Week in The Phillipines

       Sitting down in my cubicle, I was watching some videos during the Holy week  when I came across this video of the Holy week that was taking place in the Philippines. I found it quite fascinating , as normally in my country the holy week starts with the Mass services and the Church rituals, but out here in the Philippines there was much more.

      Much more devotion, would be the right thing to say , is what happens in the Philippines where they have an amazing form of devotion to Jesus and to Mother Mary. During the Holy week, there are many things that you will see in the Philippines, where the devotion is practical and you can see the life events of Christ taking place in front on you.
 
    As you walk through the cities in Philippines, you will see the falagellants or the Penitents – where the Philippines. These are people who have these bundle of knives that they lash on their backs, and their backs are red due to blood flowing from them. They do this on the Good Friday as a  reparation for the good that Jesus had done for us by taking over our sins.

   You may argue that this is done even in Europe and that there are penitents all over Europe, who come as hooded penitents. The penitents of the Phillippines practice a similar ritual, but it has more blood to it. And while the Hoy week goes on, they have a real life way of the cross ( also called the Via Dolorosa) wherein you see the enactment of the Passion of the Cross, and you see the entire story from the time Christ was condemned to the scourging and the carrying of the cross to Calvary.

     There are also men who are willing to suffer like Christ, and are ready to go through all the suffering that Christ went through. So you see the people going on the road being hit by the Roma solidiers , and carrying the cross in the heat of the sun with an actual crown of thorns being put on their head, and while the crucification is taking place,  there are nails being hammered into their hand and legs, and it is an exact moment of the past that is brought back to life, where there are three crosses standing with three crucified men on the cross, of which one was completely innocent.


Phillippines also has the grand procession of Jesus and the various stages of the Passion and also the devotion to their local saints. There are huge floats created  and paraded throughout the city. Below are some of the images I have shown



Image Courtesy and Research: Hans Athaide

In the above images, you see that the  pictures of Jesus carrying the cross and also the pictures of Longinus who pierced the side of Jesus and from the side of Jesus came blood and water and healed an eye affliction that he had. He was a covert to the Roman Catholic faith and was even bribed to lie about the events , but he stood his ground.

The Holy weekend ends with Easter which celebrates the ressurrection and the rising from the dead of Christ , when nothing was found after the tombstone was rolled over. It is considered a time for celebration and is considered to be as important as Christmas because it is the fulfillment of the role that the Son of God had come to fulfill on  Earth. It is a festivity for Christians in Phillippines as well all over the world., and is marked with sweets and the Easter Bunny, and catching up with friends and relatives.

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Monday, March 25, 2019

The Shepherd

Wednesday, March 20, 2019
                                                  The Shepherd

                 “ The Lord is my Shepherd, there is nothing I shall want”

I hear this hymn all the time in the Church, and it sits in the mind like a chicken and then goes roaming off after a few minutes.

  But the things that has been staying in the mind is the word “Shepherd” . Shepherd …. Which means “one who tends to sheep”. In the Catholic faith, Jesus is shown as a Shepherd who constantly cares for his sheep who are the Catholics. But how about the profession, the one of a shepherd who goes around taking care of the sheep

  Well, for starters shepherding is an ancient profession which has its roots in history from the times of Christ and probably even before  . Whenever I would think of the Shepherd’s job, then the imagery would play on my mind. The flock of sheep are rounded up and taken over the hills and the shepherds would round them up to graze, and while the sheep are grazing the shepherds take a break for their lunch. Life is beautiful on the mountains as the shepherds enjoy their lunch amongst the beautiful green grass and shrubs. Life must be quite beautiful at that time, with the blue skies above and if the shepherds go higher then they would be clouds for company.

  They milk the sheep to sell the milk, also sell the sheep  as their meat is valued as well as their wool which is used for winter clothes. Buy the best part is the job. I always had the thing in my mind to be a shepherd and tend to sheep. Living in the green mountains and keeping the flock in order I feel is a great job. There’s a certain joy in doing it, and I wanted to told it wearing the clothes worn in the old Testament and I would definitely like to do it someday.

Some shepherds do have a hard job, if they have to go on the high mountain tops and they also have to pitch tents to stay and keep guard over the sheep. Plus it involves a lot of travel and staying in thin air, in addition to defending the flock from natural predators. But since shepherding has been done from such a long time, the shepherds definitely have all the tools of the trade.


First there was the shepherd and his sheep, and added to them were a couple of goats and donkeys. Donkeys were probably good for  transport and carrying loads.  Later, man trained dogs to herd the sheep for them, and among them was the birth of the sheepdog. They were some breeds of dogs that had lots of hair over them and resembled a sheep . This helped to confuse predators like foxes and wolves who always attempted to attack sheep and get their meal.

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Sunday, May 4, 2014

Confession


                 For me, myself I am a Roman Catholic from the Catholic church. I beleive in the
Catholic church, everything about it , but am not very active. The church is the mysticl body of
christ and is a vast body of celestial divinity on the earth.It showcases huge monuments,made from
the vision to bring heaven to earth, and what burns within is a bigger special event of the passion
which headlines the creation of the church besides the vast mount of knowledge that the
church has to offer.

 From the vast knowledge that the church has to offer, I'd like to talk about
the sacraments and one sacrament in particular - the confession.The sacrament of mercy,
the joy of reunion with god in purity, and to swim in the waters of peace unstained
from the creature called sin.

 I'd like to talk bout it through life experiences and how I came to understand the value of this
sacrament - and how it is required in today's times.This is the time I was a teenager, and
I wanted to explore life and see new things in life.I wanted to see the stars,and the skies and
travel.

    Youngster's hope, i guess? The experience was a little mixed up,some good and some of it bad.
The good part was the freedom that I got as a indiviual to break off from the clasp of my parents
who monitored my every move,and get the freedom of living my life.My freedom which I utilied to the
maximum advantage. Thought i didnt drink or smoke, I got into another addiction.

  The addiction of gaming - I used to play a lot, and it was great at the time and the start was
great, but later on I discovered once I would bunk my classes and just sit playing games the whole
day.There was a phase when I just got addicted to it,and by the time I found I was addicted, my
final exam for the year hd come up, and I failed the year - my first failure.

 There was one thing I had done at the time - I stoppped going to church, and while I stayed away
from church and got involved in this addiction, ileft something tht I would call a "spiritual
dryness" in my life.A hopeless feeling even if nothing was wrong.

  I had abused my freedom and my conscience pricked me. The guilty conscience brought this dryness
in my life.the Probbly as my sins were burning me, becuse I lied, I bunked college and never took
any interest in my studies, and wasted my parents hard earned money ,and spent the pocket money given
to me for these addiction of gming nd other pleCONFESSION

For me, myself I was normally not an active parishioner of the Catholic church. I beleive in the
Catholic church, everything about it , but am not very active. The church is the mysticl body of
christ and is a vast body of celestial divinity on the earth.It showcases huge monuments,made from
the vision to bring heaven to earth, and what burns within is a bigger special event of the passion
which headlines the creation of the church besides the vast mount of knowledge that the
church has to offer.

 From the vast knowledge that the church has to offer, I'd like to talk about
the sacraments and one sacrament in particular - the confession.The sacrament of mercy,
the joy of reunion with god in purity, and to swim in the waters of peace unstained
from the creature called sin.

 I'd like to talk bout it through life experiences and how I came to understand the value of this
sacrament - and how it is required in today's times.This is the time I was a teenager, and
I wanted to explore life and see new things in life.I wanted to see the stars,and the skies and
travel.

    Youngster's hope, i guess? The experience was a little mixed up,some good and some of it bad.
The good part was the freedom that I got as a indiviual to break off from the clasp of my parents
who monitored my every move,and get the freedom of living my life.My freedom which I utilied to the
maximum advantage. Thought i didnt drink or smoke, I got into another addiction.

  The addiction of gaming - I used to play a lot, and it was great at the time and the start was
great, but later on I discovered once I would bunk my classes and just sit playing games the whole
day.There was a phase when I just got addicted to it,and by the time I found I was addicted, my
final exam for the year hd come up, and I failed the year - my first failure.

 There was one thing I had done at the time - I stoppped going to church, and while I stayed away
from church and got involved in this addiction, ileft something tht I would call a "spiritual
dryness" in my life.A hopeless feeling even if nothing ws wrong.

  I had abused my freedom and my conscience pricked me. The guilty conscience brought this dryness
in my life.the Probably as my sins were burning me, becuse I lied, I bunked college and never took
any interest in my studies, and wasted my parents hard earned money ,and spent the pocket money
given to me for this addiction of gaming and other pleasures.

  These things depressed me to a major extent, and an uneasiness discomforted me.It was only when i saw
my failed marksheet for my FYBsc ( becuse i had never failed in any class before) and had completely
broken down that God decided to releive me.

  After a year, I decided to go to church for some peace in my stressed mind and that is where a
priest was sitting down at the confessional. So I just went to him,and confessed it all, and felt
a liberation from the negative bad side that had dragged me down.The priest was christ who pulled
me from the abyss.

   When I talk about sins - there are two kinds of sin, mortal sins and venial sins.Mortal sins
are of a heavier nature, also called grave sins while venial sins are of a lighter nature.

I have been going to confessions regularly since then because I know what a favor I am doing on
myself with God’s precious sacrament of mercy.

  I realized the value of this sacrament much later and how essential it is in today's world, when
I see people swimming in the filth of their sins - jealousy,anger, lust, betrayal and a constant
fight to compete and pull people down.The world feels like a hen house, and roosters crowing and
fighting for a handful of gold.

  The devil gains his power from these sins and holds his grasp on the people commiting these sins.
Sin is like a snake, injecting it's venom in your spirit and  killing the life and the light that we
 are supposed to present.

 People take a bath everyday to clean their bodies, but what about their spirit? How do you clean your
spirit?

  The people I met tody exhibit properties liked mood swings, imbalanced emotions, lack of courtesy nd
it feels as if a higher power acts over them, which has been observed in my personal experiences, but I
am sure it may be experienced generlly.

 That is the reson there is the need of confession, and also exorcism because Satan holds a better grasp
over the souls who are sinning.

 There is a need to constntly go to confession to throw off the arms of the devil round your neck and also
becuse we have a tendency to sin, being sinners and due to original sin.

  Confession is the protection against demons who wage a war every single second to pull your soul into
hell nd christ is your saviour standing between you and them.Confess and be cleaned to be a pure spirit.

  As i write this article, i wonder how god is just being with the amount of sins that are commited on a
daily basis while we sit sinning peacefully.

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Otis Redding

otis Redding Sitting on the Dock of the Bay

After a long hard day at work, I sat down on my computer to check my mail and keep in touch with what’s going on . The mixer buzzed on with pulp swirling around, and the teapot whistled the song of relief, after all the buzzing of activity of body and brain. The music station came up on the screen, and the music began to play.

Otis Redding.. the RJ introduced him and let the song play. The song played,"Sitting on the Dock of the bay" a blue’s song and as it played, it slowly started to the sink in the mind. I listened to the song, and had a sudden flash. After listening to the song, I got up and walked from home to the beach.

 This is the only place I could find where I felt I could think about the lines in this song. I never found the dock on the beach, but I did find some rocks. So I sat there, and let the breeze of the sea hit me. The beautiful morning chill had surrounded me, and I got to see the rising sun. So as I got comfortable, I started thinking about the song again, and how Otis redding through this song had connected to me. The lyrics of the song “sitting in the morning sun, I’ll be sitting when the evening come” is what a person like me, when disillusioned by the stress and the pressures of work and life come my way. Watching the ships go and the tides turn when you are completely down.

 When you have given a lot of effort and you’ve literally broken your bones of thought to get the results and what you get is an empty shell, that’s what you would do, sit on the dock of the bay. When the muscles of the mind don’t exercise the vigor that is required, and there’s that mental lifelessness. When you want to tell people how good it is, but the phones just bang down. All that effort, just in vain.The trumpets play on, but the mind ain’t strong.

 “ I can’t do what ten people tell me” is something that is similar for me.Can’t do what other people tell me, when other people come out their viewpoints it’s fine. But when they try to dominate, it gets irritating. And they have to be out back to their limits. I have my own way of thinking, and working and “So I guess I’ll remain the same” .

The breeze continues and the pores of my mind start opening, and the world seems like a better now.I can’t sit on the rock day and night, because it’s so good. Like a cradle of love, that rocks you to your senses. Can’t stay there forever, gotta get back to life.

 Thankfully, I have a leave, so for today I’ll just stay wasting time.When the lights are dim , and the sails are down, this is where I’ll come…. And hear Otis Redding play this song.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Venice - the Fruit of determination


Everybody knows Venice, Everybody I Know loves it and to those who do not know Venice- let me tell you that it is one of the most beautiful cities in Europe.The cathedral of St. Mark to the city with its beautiful architecture and its waterways
where people go rowing in the canals, to its traditions and the beautiful culture of  music and fashion, are things that
are appreciated and form part of a culturally enhanced society,beautiful and in all its splendour.
            
 But that is something that we all know- Venice excesl in the business of tourism as it excelled in the 16th century as a port for international maritime trade, being a worldwide name than as it is now. Many people see the beauty, the glamour and the splendid architecture of the city. However, I know many writerts have written about Venice and will continue doing so, because it's just so beautiful. However, I want to focus on the perils that were undertaken to build this paradise.

  Venice, in origin is a marshland, full of thick marshy areasand its actually an island, in fact an island among a group of
Islands.In fact, venice was a place where the Italian people used to hide away when they were attacked by the scourge of God,Attila the Hun.The island was a hideaway where the people of Italy went and would return when the enemy left.Surrounded on all sides by water, the enemy did not waste their time following them.Later, due to more
frequent attacks, the Venetians decided to stay on the island permanently.

Venice at the start did consist of the original inhabitants - hunters, fishermen and salt producers.It may have been very hard for the Italian mainlanders to adjust to this place at the start, but for them it was better than being on the mainland and suffering problems from the enemy.So the question here is- was Venice built from determination or a need to
survive as they were being pushed out of their home by the enemy - this is something igot dicey about, wondering what it could have been.Probably,it could have been the need to survive which changed to determination somewhere
down the line.

The Mainlanders had come on this island, a completely new place for settlement.Out here, they had to find ways to live as this was completely a different territory for them. They were faced with the task of making something from what they saw as absoluetely nothing.Nothing could be grown on the land,they could not drink sea water and they had to start by building houses as they wanted to settle down in the island,and wanted to build houses. But they could not do so, as they were facing trouble from nature.the soil was very soft, just like quicksand,and houses would sink if they were built out there.However,they had to settle down there. This is where i would see the need to survive turning into firm resolute determination. Think about this - the Italian mainlander stood between two choices- the land he had to leave,and on the other side, he had the water. He had already been driven from his land by the huns,onto this island and the next thing he would go to would be water.And here he was, in the middle - between this amalgamation of land and water, and this
being his only chance.

 So the Italian gets determined,so he starts to work on his place.Thing would definitely have not been good at the start.Finding out solutions, the usual problem, frustrations and tensions crop up.BUt through trial and error, they keep refining themselves and finally move to the solution.They start putting wood trunks in the soft sand, and the wood is pushed till it reaches a hard spot underground.This wood forms the base for the house which would prevent it from sinking,wooden beams were put above it to distribute the balance, then there was the layer of water-resistant marble and finally,the stones for the houses.Thus, they built their houseson a solid foundations. The efforts for what I have written in six to eight lines actually must have taken quite some time and the only thing that would keep a person going in this instance would be determination.The food he could get was fish and other things from the sea,the water could not be used for drinking, but he could dry it to makesalt which becomes edible currency for him. Also since the ground was soft, and it was not possible to travel to all the places on foot, canoes were built and canals were made to travel around the island, and usage.So, through their determination, they not only acheived their basic needs, but they also built churches and St.Marks Basilica which is a pride for the city.They built a city out of the ashes of their defeat, and converted it into a huge Imperial empire.They conquered nature's obstacles through constant persistence, and built palaces and big houses to create a grand city which would dominate western Europe.

Today, Venice still does well, but has a major problem. The city is slowly sinking, as nature has come back with its obstacle. Does that mean that we may one see today, which was built with a lot of hardwork go under the sea and disappear without leaving a trace? or does that mean that the Venetians will rise up to the challenge and innovate a new route to keep their beautiful city from leaving them. I'm sure they will , they have history to their credit. Someone once told me that it took 800 years for this city to be built. So imagine what has gone into making this city and how precious it is.

Saturday, November 9, 2013

The Bullfight

                                                                     In the days of youth, I went to libraries and would read  up on many topics. During one of these rounds to the library, I came across the sport of bullfighting. And while reading up on bullfighting , I came across the legendary role that is played in this game - the Bullfighter, as I call him. He is called the Matador , and he is the lead actor of the sports theatre, and he battle with his arch rival , the bovine macho madness, the bull. I enquired about this sports with family and friends. family did'nt know much, but my parish preist at the time told me it was a battle that was supposed to represent good and evil, the fight between St.Michael and Lucifer, and in this battle , man fights against sin which is represented by the bull, the huge black bull. The game is a twist and turn of anatomy, both human and animal and there are no collisions, but clashes that finally result in the death of the bull or the loss of the matador, and in som extreme cases even death. But that is just part of their lives, and and their culture just as baseball is to America, and football is to Brazil.

      Some years later, I go through the same topic and this time I go through it in detail, and I start learning more about his sport. Then I studied this spot a little more, and I find out that it is a series of  stages- which i'd like to put across. The primary thing being - the matador is not alone- he has assistants. They  are the Picadores, the banderilleros, and the moso de ezpada. The moso de ezpada is the sword servant, and takes care of the sword requirements of the matador. There are three stages during which the bull is worked on - the first stage involves the Picadores who get in the ring and start provoking the bull to attack the horses. When the bull attacks the horses, the Picadores stick lances in the bull's neck muscles causing loss of blood from the animal. the bull is still encouraged to attack due to which his neck muscles are weakened. He is now ready for the second stage, which is where the banderilleros caome in and place pointed flags of the local colour  on the bulls neck and shoulder, thus weakening them further. Then he is ready for the third stage which is the fight with the Matador. The Matador then gets in the ring and starts his fight with the bull. he has studies the bull and understood his movements and weakness of the bull. Now, he has to guide the bull in such a way that the bull is tired from being led continously and running and then tired, he slows down which is when the Matador goes for the kill. and from all this time, you learn that you saw a lot in the sprt, where the matador was glorified and got the regognition, and the bull who has done most of the hardwork, lies bleeding in death.

To go through all this torture, and still keep his ground and finally meet his end when he can take it anymore is actually the true mark of a warrior. The bull has endured so much with all this opression.Wow, I,m not promoting any animal rights, but the picture of the matador and the bullfighting in the tournament could do with some change. What about the fact that this could be a match between a bull and a man!!! The man woud fight the bull with his skill while the bull has all his strenght, and not blood dripping from his neck and shoulders, and a severed neck which is his main weapon for attack. the matador would not like his hands severed for the fight, so it would be diffuclt for him to move the cape , giving the bull a advantage. would that be fair? the Matador would be in a most uncomfortable position, which the bull actually goes through in every match. how about giving the bull a fair chance, and all his strenght, so if the Matador wins in this fight, it would be a well deserved victory. And ther's a question that's always on my mind - with the vistory, the applause, the fame, money and the women he gets - there is just a question I would like to ask him - " wher'es the Pride of the Bullfighter?"

               Thats a question that i would ask a bullfighter when I met one. Bullfighting, frankly is a sport I love. I love the fight, the fanfare, the struggle of the Matador as he too puts in his effort. But I also feel its an advanced form of treachery where which is given a good mask. I consider it the "birthplace of politics" where manipulation is so skilfully crafted and matures in every level. the teamwork out here has to be perfect because a little distortion of perfection can cause big problems. Everything practiced in the bullring has been applied to politics of the "dog eat dog" world. Peole get misled by false promises , fake guarantees and even terror. The bull , to the majority of the spectactors would be the symbolical sign of evil, who is crushed by their hero, the Matador. So I assume they would feign ignorance and accept their hero, which would give them hope in the world. To others, the bull would be the sad sign of our times.

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Some High Tea, my Dear

                                                Strolling in the restaurant mid -afernoon , taking the view of the bustling city which seemed so good , especially since i had a holiday. Through the lanes and the by-lanes, I spotted this restaurant - right in front of my eyes. The place was hidden in the urban city. In the mad rush of the shoppers and the hawkers, was this tiny hiddden paradise. The beautiful flower in the marshes - staring at you, while you stared at her like she had found a lover. And she did ... I loved the place the minute I saw it.

            So I walked in the restaurant, and the sight that met my eyes!! It had kept its history alive, A British restaurant in urban India. The afternoon skies shone through the glass, lighting the place so naturally and beautifully. There were round tables in whitecloth and silver cutlery adorning them. The room was naturally lit, but it appeared like it was glowing. The stewart came up to me, and introduced me to the table, ( Hey, what am I saying?) Did i just say that. Well, he just ushered me to the table. So I took a seat, and relaxed in my new found den, I would like to say so. Then the steward came by, stared by greeting me and asking what I would like to have. I ordered a lemon mocktail to begin with, and then I saw that they were promoting high tea. I decided to go for high tea, and mentioned it to the steward. The steward had a puzzled look on his face. He confirmed my request, and I confirmed it for him saying that I would like to go for high tea. Suddenly , his eyes lit up and he asked me " you must be talking about afternoon tea". I was taken aback " I'm talking about high tea, the one you are promoting ". The steward said that we do have high tea, but it's not available now. so what do you mean, that you promote high tea , and you do not have it? The steward corrected himself to say, that we do have it but not right now. Its available later. That was bit releiving, but what was the afternoon tea the steward was talking about.

              So he asked me what I thought would be given in high tea. HIgh tea would be made up mainly of three things - sweets , savouries and  dainty cakes , along with tea. " That's what you are going to get in afternoon tea" the steward said. Oh, is it .. I said happily. So I agreed and the steward went to the kitchen to inform the kitchen staff. Sipping my mocktail, I looked around- the people in this place were urban, but they had that same sense of the love for good things and culture, or else they would not be here. The steward came in with the order. A stand with three trays on it , one above the other.  The lowest one consisted of the savouries - pattice , finger sandwitches and cold cuts of bacon and ham. The second tray was full of sweets - cookies, chocolate, brownies and two cups - one for jam and the other for butter. The third layer consisted of  cakes, one layer only for cakes - cupcakes, slice cakes, rum cakes , a variety all placed around  the tray. The bread was places at the side - loaves and the kettle for tea and milk were right next to it. Sugar was separate, so I could choose my type of  sweetness.

               Picking up the fork, I took bread in my hands and put the bacon in the bread, but before putting the bacon, I applied butter to get the divine feel of meat in my meal, and to spice it up a little coriander. This activity continued a lot with the tea I had poured for myself.  I normally would have this with half - fried eggs, because the yolk from the egg combines well with the bacon and gives an amazing taste. but the bacon tasted well even with out the eggs,so I went about having the bacon in bread and moved on to the finger sandwitches. Some were cucumber, then there was a mixture of onions and tomatoes with beans, cheese and sliced potatoes , everything had while sipping tea. While having this meal, there were pictures of the Yesteryear staring at me. Pictures of British colonels in their headgear, huge men with burly moustaches, staring down at me. Wonderful pictures of British India with Universities, factories and railways that were made by the British. Some memorabilia too was shown out there, with trains and houses all placed in a particular corner for show, reminding you of the British era, when times could have been better. The infrastructure definitely shows it, the buildings built by the British still stand as hard as rock till today, anf the best part is that they were beautiful, and they're still beautiful today. after finishing the sandwitches I started with the sweets , took the bread - applied butter and jam on it. After the sandwitches which were spicy, thejam and butter just melted in my mouth. It went through my throat like it went through a slide,.. easy. The sweets were great , I took them in a plate with the cakes.. the yummiest kind.the sweets were digested with sips of tea flowing in between. A smile lit up on my face, one of contentment with the place and surroundings, and an inner peace prevailing as time went by.

          But I did wonder, the steward did talk about high tea, but it was something actually different. So I called the steward and asked him about the high tea he was referring to. So he began to explain that high tea was a complete different deal from afternoon tea. High tea was basically a worker class meal that involved meat, beans,potatoes and fish along with cakes and breads and tea. It was taken between 5pm - 7 pm in the evening. It was more of a filling meal than an affair to enjoy and for leisure. And he mentioned that since it  was already closing to five, the high tea was also getting ready and wanted to know if  i'd like to go for it. I said " I would love to , if it's free" to which he gave a broad smile. The afternoon tea had lightened me up in spirit, and what if I wanted to go ahead for the high tea? Why shouldn't I? I am a worker and I like high tea, but there's one thing - I have no family. So I gave him a nod for the bill and told the steward that I'm single now. I can't enjoy the high tea, but when I plan to start a family, I'll get mt better half with me and then I can have that high tea!!!

      Well, my dream still remains unfulfilled , but any families around here, you do have the chance to experience the charm of history. So , Some high tea, my dear!!!

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