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दो ध्रुवीयता का अंत

दो ध्रुवीयता का अंत  सोवियत प्रणाली क्या थी ?  - समाजवादी सोवियत गणराज्य (ussr ) रूस में हुई 1917 की समाजवादी क्रांति के बाद अस्तित्व में आया। - यह क्रांति पूंजीवादी व्यवस्था के विरोध में हुई थी। - निजी सम्पति की संस्था को समाप्त करने और समाज को समानता के सिद्धांत सचेत रूप से रचने की सबसे बड़ी कोशिश थी।  - पार्टी की संस्था को महत्व। - विपक्ष के लिए कोई जगह नहीं। - अर्थव्यवस्था योजनाबद्ध तथा राज्य के नियंत्रण में। - संचार की उच्च प्रणाली - विशाल ऊर्जा संसाधन सोवियत प्रणाली की कमियाँ - - सोवियत प्रणाली पर नौकरशाही का शिकंजा।  - प्रणाली का सतावादी होना। - लोकतंत्र और अभिव्यक्ति की आजादी न होना। - एक दाल यानि कम्यूनिस्ट पार्टी का शासन। दल का जनता के प्रति जवाबदेह न होना। संघ के 15 गणराज्यो में रूस का प्रभूत्व। हथियारों की होड में भारी कीमत चुकाना बुनियादी ढांचों का वेस्टर्न कन्ट्रीज से पीछे होना। लोगो की बुनियादी आकांक्षाओं को पूरा न करना।   सोवियत संघ के विघटन की परिणतियाँ  - समाजवादी विचारधारा तथा पूँजीवादी विचारधारा के बिच प्रतिस्पर्धा का ख़त्म होना। - नई शांति

Fancy BY JOHN KEATS

Fancy BY  JOHN KEATS Ever let the Fancy roam,  Pleasure never is at home:  At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,  Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;  Then let winged Fancy wander  Through the thought still spread beyond her:  Open wide the mind's cage-door,  She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar.  O sweet Fancy! let her loose;  Summer's joys are spoilt by use,  And the enjoying of the Spring  Fades as does its blossoming;  Autumn's red-lipp'd fruitage too,  Blushing through the mist and dew,  Cloys with tasting: What do then?  Sit thee by the ingle, when  The sear faggot blazes bright,  Spirit of a winter's night;  When the soundless earth is muffled,  And the caked snow is shuffled  From the ploughboy's heavy shoon;  When the Night doth meet the Noon  In a dark conspiracy  To banish Even from her sky.  Sit thee there, and send abroad,  With a mind self-overaw'd,  Fancy, high-commission'd:—

Ode on a Grecian Urn

Ode on a Grecian Urn  Launch Audio in a New Window BY  JOHN KEATS Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,         Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,  Sylvan historian, who canst thus express         A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:  What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape         Of deities or mortals, or of both,                 In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?         What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?  What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?                 What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?  Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard         Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;  Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,         Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:  Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave         Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;                 Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,  Though winning near the goal

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!

"The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!" BY  JOHN KEATS The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!  Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,  Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone,  Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist!  Faded the flower and all its budded charms,  Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,  Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,  Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise –  Vanish’d unseasonably at shut of eve,  When the dusk holiday – or holinight  Of fragrant-curtain’d love begins to weave  The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight,  But, as I’ve read love’s missal through to-day,  He’ll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray. 

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art

“ Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art” BY  JOHN KEATS Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—           Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night  And watching, with eternal lids apart,           Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,  The moving waters at their priestlike task           Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,  Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask           Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—  No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,           Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,  To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,           Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,  Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,  And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

Poems of joy

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The Morning Time

Wake up, wake up, It's morning time. Begin the most beautiful day, with the color lime. Wake up, wake, It's morning time. A new journey has begun, with the new eyes, with the color lime. Wake up, wake up, It's morning time. A new dream has to be follow, with the new efforts, with the total devotion, with the color lime. Wake up, wake, It's morning time. you have to change today, with the new rays of new sun, with the new positive waves. it's all up to you, whether to be win or lose, chase the success, with the color lime.

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सफलता की कहानी

                                    सफलता की कहानी  तुम मुझे पाना चाहोगे  पर बिना परिश्रम के पा नहीं सकोगें  जैसे बिना जल के,  प्यासे को पानी, वैसे ही है मेरी यानि सफलता की कहानी।   ये जीवन की कहानी है  सुनना मेरी जुबानी है  तुम्हारी विजय गाथा क्या होगी  यही तो तुम्हारी असली कहानी है।   रास्ते आसान नहीं है  रुकना तुम्हे आता नहीं  कदम के आगे कांटा है  पर झुकना तुम्हे आता नहीं  जिंदगी के किसी पल में  ये सोच के देखो  तुम कौन हो ? तुम्हारा जन्म किसके लिए हुआ है?  तुम्हारे जीवन का उदेस्य क्या है ? अगर तुम्हारे पास है इनके जवाब  तो तुम ही हो कामयाब। 

The Chance

The Chance The probability of success When will you be successful in your life ? I hate this question personally but I ask the same to myself whenever I feel stress. However, we want everything in our life at early age. I think that the success is nothing more than the mixture of chance and hard-work. My father used to say that we should believe on our-self. I believe on myself. After all, the chances are infinite. It is a human tendency that we want success without hard-work in less time. It is ridiculous to think about success without hard-work and dedication.  The other thing that I want to explain that the first failure is our first step towards success. Many of us think that the success is the apple's bite which can be take any time. The success is not followed by the want. If you want something then it would be good. If you want something and you are working for it then it would be best. There is a difference between dream and DREAM. The dream is not that animation

The Adjective - Definition and examples

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The Pronoun - Definition with Examples

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Important questions of Flamingo (English 12th class)

KEEPING QUIET - BY PABLO NERUDA Q1. Why does Pablo Neruda urge us to keep still? ANS. Stillness is necessary for reflection and quiet introspection. We can hear the voice of our conscience and thus withdraw ourselves from undesirable actions and contribute to create a society of peace and mutual understanding. Q2. ’Under the apparent stillness there is life’. Justify. ANS. The poet does not want to equate stillness with total inactivity. Under the apparent stillness there is life. We can learn it from the earth when everything seems dead, the earth still remains alive. The life on earth goes on under the apparent stillness. Q3. Why do men become sad? How can this sadness be overcome? ANS. Men fail to understand themselves. They are always threatening themselves with death. When they do not understand themselves they become sad. A long silence might interrupt this sadness and make them good. GIST OF THE POEM