This post will tell you about a history of piles under 152 years old puri devotis.
Today is just the beginning
That's the decent thing to do, and it should end there, "said David Cook, chief of The Christian Science Monitor's Washington bureau. According to John Beams's History of Orissa, 50 per cent of Odisha's population was devastated.
In the village of Ganda in Odisha, there is a hunger for the hungry skeletons. There is a call for "food body" and "food body" all around. There is no water in the river. There is no crop in the field. Are you on your side, brother? Let alone the poor man in front of the poor man, who can't take a nail in a tree. La ta thanku. The blood is shed. However, it is still raining. The bloody mice are all scattered around the shillings. The British never thought of this innovative method of suicide. And in the end the British government reached out to it. It shook everyone's chest. He was not really suicidal. He was looking for Barangshi. He was drowning in a corner of the dry thana when he was thirsty. "If I fall asleep, I will be rich. But if I leave a drop of dried blood from the chest of my mother, who has not eaten for months, nothing will fall on that day." Jobra asked his son-in-law, "Is this true?" The crowd replied, "This is the news of Mr. Milton, a bad English journalist. Ignore it."
(At the time, John Beams was a magistrate of the Champaran district of the Nepalese border, but was invited to Cuttack by the British Council to study the state of the famine, and later joined as a magistrate of Cuttack in 1933. memoirs of a Bengal civilian and his history )
The situation in Odisha was in jeopardy. The corpses were being carried away by the people. The corpse was being dumped half an hour later.
Even so, owning one is still beyond the reach of the average person. Let's go and throw it away. We won't be home, who will take me to Mashani when I die? Yes, there are so many living leaves hidden in the attic, we will give it to the younger grandson, okay? The British Council mocked Mr. Milton, who reported this from Gohiri Tikra in Bhadrak. He did not stay in Odisha and did not go to the theater. Go to Calcutta, you will get more British babu audiences. What was the suppression of his voice in 1866?
Gradually the nation was getting ready to sleep under a blanket with death. The kitchen of the Mal Mal corpse on either side of the old Jagannath Road. The dusty, uneducated land, wet in the darkness, only saw the death toll all around.
At the same time, people in the group who were living and dying thought, "Our son's husband is dead, his friend is dead, and tomorrow we will die too. If he is dead, then why is he here again? Let's go hungry team, let's all run towards Shrikshetra. Not to be outdone, the burden of life on this body is to run to the big bar.Dry bones, sukuta blood, and burning mind together to look at the blue wheel.Calling-'Dana Kana refuses. "Look at me with the blue wheel bana." The rumor spread that the skeleton of all the villages had collapsed. The old Jagannath road had collapsed. , No one wants to be in her shoes. Towards her.
If you ask, the body will be released. The fate of millions of people will be lost. Not the people, not the people of Kangali. Not the people of Kangali. The bodies of the corpses. From Medini Pur to Chandan Pur. However, the trip was delayed. Mr. Baltiar, the then administrator of Puri, was worried. Crowds of hungry people like Zanda Pimpudi were on the big road. Why are they here? Why ?? - Hey, did you come to eat?
-No, we didn't come to eat, we came to see him before he died. Let's look at that wooden fort. We will turn a blind eye to her blue wheel. Hungry Oriya's blockade is the answer.
-What is crazy, where did Gajapati go ?? Call him, call him.
Baltier's order.
Gajapati Dibyasinghe Deb stands helplessly.-At the behest of Mr. Baltiar- Hold a general meeting of the hungry in front of the temple. The presence of the hungry. If you declare, Baltiar-you will be given the food of the wood from today. Be happy, be hungry, be hungry. Chaste ଚୁପ.କାଙ୍ଗାଳୀ team ଚୁପ. B-array in what is encountered? Be happy, starfish months ପରା.ନାଚ months, melody, found life କର.ବଂଚି ଗଲ.ତୁମକୁ fireworks.
"Firing in Rahiya. An old woman stood behind her back in the beer booth. She said," My eldest son will die without rice. I will kneel. I will die. I will die here and return to the village. My granddaughter will die. "I'm not talking about fasting. If anyone fasts, I'll take the black kidney out of his chest and put his teeth in his throat. Now if he joins the old woman, millions of poor people will go. ଦାଇତ୍ୱ dies on her. Janam gave CA. He gave the land of Shrikshetra to die. If we die, we have no sorrow. Our black money, we sit like that on the gemstone throne. We eat sixty feet. We don't have a smile on our face. It's drying up. Aloe's baby is shaking. Parida's new bride is dead or what? Who is she? Ahyarani CA. In the area of wind.
Gajapati and Baltiar returned.
The night of Shrikshetra was raging in the midst of hunger and corpses.
"We will eat as much as we give
Your hand will not dry
People would say eat Thakur
Blue Jagannath '.
Whether or not they were mourning the Lord. The eyes of the hungry party were falling asleep. Someone was weeping for fear of death. Gumri Gumuri. In Patuar, the trumpet blew, the umbrella of light caught the lightning. ିଆ race, the win was a leap wind chatter Hey big wet ଦାଣ୍ଡରେ.ଗଗନ the audio ରେ.ଜୟ Jagannath Jagannath, Jagannath win-win ଜଗନ୍ନାଥ.କହିବା ତିଥୀ ଅଖିତୃତୀୟା this is one of the nation's fortune ଥିଲା.ଗୋଟିଏ abounded night instead of day.
Today, after 182 years, there is another unthinkable.
Everyone is scared under the shadow of the corona. The whole world is under house arrest. But Oriya is not afraid. He knows that his Lord is with him.
Today will be a rainy day like that day. Keep the integrity of this nation. Today, the chariot will be mounted on the Asadha Shukla II by adapting the chariot wood. It will be said with a slap on the chest, "How unfortunate I have seen.
Ghanshyam is now rescued from this dreadful disaster.
Give me a big arm.
Take the millions of Oriyas out of the village like a tree, like a son of a bitch outside.
Saante!
Oh Saante !!
Manima ..... !!!
Appreciate the integrity of the Oriya nation, O Manima.
Lord .... Lord .... Lord
Jai Jagannath
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