List of English words derived from Sanskrit

List of English words derived from Sanskrit

Cow – gau

Maternal – matru

Genesis , generation – jan

Axis – aksha

 Navigate – navaagatha (being new to a place)

Serpent – sarpa

Nose – naasa

Anonymous – anamika

Man, human – manushya

Eight – ashta

Seven – sapth

Nine – nau

Barbarian – Barbara

Calendar – kaalaantara (changing times)

Create – kri, kru (to do)

Mix, mixture – Mishra, mishrata

Father, paternal – pithru

Brother – bhrathru

Locale , locality, locus – loka

Mega, magna – maha

Malnutrition, malpractice, mal-prefix – mala, malina(bad)

Mosquito – makshikaa(bee)

Mortal, murder, mortis – mruta(dead)

No – naa

Night – nishaa

Pedal, pedestrian, pedestal – paada

Penta – pancha

Faraway – para(other, distant)

Path – paatha (way)

Royal – raja, rajya

Same, similar – sama

Jaggery, sugar – sharkara

Smile – smi, smita(smile)

Voice, vocabulary – vacha, vachana

State, station, establish – sthaana, sthitha

Vehicle – vaahana

Vomit – vaama, vaamati

Vest – vastra

Sweet – swaad, swa

Youth – youwan, yuva

Orange – naarangi

Pepper – pippali

Sandal – chandana

Fragrance – gandha

Candle, incandescent – Chandra(moon)

Quarter, quartan – chatura(four, fourth)

Zero – shunya

Argentina, argentinum(scientific name of Silver) – arjuna(charm of silver)

New, nova – nava

Cough – kapha

Myth – mithya(unreal)

Triangle – thrigona

Mouse – mooshika

Emerald – marathaka

Ghee, yoghurt – ghritham

Jackal – srigala

Mind – manass, manah

Opal – upalaha(precious stone)

Rice – vrihis

Character – chaarithrya

Disease – deena

Demon, monster – daanava

Cruel – kroora

Heart – hrudaya

Brain, brilliant – buddhi

Song – sangeetha

Honey – shahad

Time – samaya. yaama

Black Molly

Two months back, we got a plump black molly to our aquarium. Today at around 9 a.m., she delivered nearly 27 babies. All of them are happily feasting on the powdered flake food floating at the surface. Its a pleasant sight.

The Song Of The Dusk

If I could release from chains from treacherous emotions

  and self-elevate to cliffs of pseudo-insanity,

If I could feel the bricks of self-imposed loneliness fall down within me

  and ring the bells of inner joy

If I could cleanse my mind of the fears of detonation and bring

  the clarity that it is starved of

- I would certainly be a smarter man, and I can always smile through the pain.

Not long back did I find you turn hostile.

I cried, but not for you to see my tears

I cried to gather strength.

I wonder, if you could ever walk in my shoes a mile

   and feel what I've been going through.

The vermillion hue of dusk erases my dark shadow of sorrow,

Good bye, my day, I'll live for another tomorrow.

Another day, the skies would clear the clouds in midnight rain,

The dew would run down like tears at the windowpane.

And I close my eyes,

To forget goodbyes;

And I realize,

That I'm happy where I stay,

'cause there would be a new day,

When my fears would be far away.

I'm a fool for myself, and I can take no strain,

I'm a smarter man now, and I can always smile through the pain.

Yesterdays have a story to say

   and tomorrow is a game to play

The trick is to live each moment with joy

   come what may.

So release me of introvert confines, I want to live my life.

What do I repay, for I never owed you a thing?

Why should I cry, when I have a melody to sing?

People come, give you memories

   and leave with no words left to say.

I'm a free bird, its from monstrous memories

  that I'm breaking away.

The dusk is at its youth, tomorrow holds a new life for me

I'll live it my way.

Spirituality and Religion

Spirituality is where I find my inner self.

My religion takes me to my God

HAPPY GOWRI-GANESHA FESTIVAL TO EVERYONE !

DAWN

The alarm tune ends and I wake up to this new dawn
It isn't easy to open my eyes and put the sweater on
Ah! I'm not crying. Left with no tears to mourn
washed my face at the mirror and i'm off to the lawn.
Fresh is the air, the grass blades, and creepers,
Busy are the bees, the caterpillars,
and grasshoppers
I see them making small worlds of their own
In this beautiful lawn of tall woods and stone.

This Sunday I cycled to Maddur. Set out on a senior's bicycle at 5.30 a.m. while it was halfdark. Well for my physique, any passerby would be awestruck at the scene of this fat man atop an old rusted bicycle. Ha ha thats why I leave before dawn. Nevertheless to say, my trail was indeed pleasurable. Out of the four walls of my hostel room... Seeking out Into the green lawns of mother nature. There was a feeling of tranquil freedom, intrinsic renovation and a total unwind.
Back to hostel again.