Give comment with your identity

I have been writing blog for quite a long time. I used to get comments from my friends and family. Of course I feel better when I see somebody leaves a comment in my post. But, to be honest, it is necessary for me to know the identity of the person commenting in my blog. Sometimes the meaning of the comment is not understandable if I don't know the person, sometimes it's irritating also. I requested anonymous commenter several times to disclose his/her identity but looks like he/she never reads my requesting comments, or may be just ignored. It's really bothering. I want to request everybody to put your identity, not only while commenting in my blog but everywhere.


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Writing thesis is difficult

I have completed almost all the courses of my masters degree. The only thing that is left is writing the thesis and submit it to the academic council of my university. As soon as I can submit that I will be eligible to receive my masters degree. The problem is I am not good at writing :( Moreover, writing a thesis seems even more difficult to me. I may write one or two pages in one day but the next day I cannot write anything at all which makes my progress very slow. I just hope I can concentrate in writing and will be able to finish it soon.


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A song to share

I just got this song link from one of my friends in facebook. I liked the rhythm of the song. It kinda made me think to take part to the adventure of life, to get rid of scheduled and monotonous life. Here goes the song.



Here goes 'The Dubliners' version.


Lyrics:

In the merry month of June, From my home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother,
Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born,
I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,
In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs,
And frightened all the dogs,On the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin',
That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking.
To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while,
At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'.
They ax'd if I was hired, The wages I required,
Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin.

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.
Then I took a stroll, All among the quality,
My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind;
No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a wobblin'.
Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue,
Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.

From there I got away, My spirits never failin'
Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin';
Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin',
When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead,
Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.

The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed,
Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin',
Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin',
"Hurrah my soul," sez I, My shillelagh I let fly;
Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in,
Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin.

Courtesy: Fahim


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