Love Rain :)

Love Rain :)

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Pal


Likh Diya Hain Dastan-e-Dil
Kavi Kalam Se, Kavi Jigar Se
Likh Na Saka Uss Pal Ki Zubani
Jo Chala Gaya Murh Ke Kavi Dekha Nehi

Aisa Hota Toh Accha Hota
Ke Kuch Pal Hum Khud Hi Bana Lete
Jo Bikhar Ke Jate Hain Lamhein
Apni Haathon Se Sawar Lete
Lekin Waqt Barah Hi Be-Dil Musaffir Hain
Apne Raastein Kavi Badal Te Nehi
Band Kar Dete Hain Laut Ne Ke Darwazein
Woh Beete Hue Lamhe Kavi Aaj Ki Gali Se
Bhule Se Bhi Kavi Gujar  Te Nehi

Suna Tha Kavi Kuch Masum Si Nagmein
Bhul Gayi Thi Main Kho Gayi Thi Woh Dhun
Yaadon Ki Gaheri Dhul Mein
Aaj Phir Se Sunah Hain Wohi Ghazal
Bass Woh Pal Woh Samah Woh Wadein
Laut Ke Phir Se Nehi Aate
Koi Dil Ke Karib Woh Nagmein Gungunate Nehi

Kahena Asan Hain Nivana Mushkil Hain
Sahena Bhi Kavi Ban Jata Hai Dushwar
Dard Bhi Wohi Hain, Ahsq Bhi Wohi Hain
Sirf Badal Gaya Hain Shakal-e-Intezar
Pahele Hoti Thi Hothon Pe Naam Uss Pal Ki
Aur Yeh Nazar Mein Thi Ummidein Tamam
Ab Labon Ko Chu Jati Hain Ashq-e-Paymane 
Aur Unn Hasin Lamhon Ko Karte Hain Dur Se Salam 
                       
                                                                              M-e-Z
                                                                       
                                                                        Past Unchanged :)
                                                                              

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Badrah !!!! :)


 Tum Aa Gaye
Aakhir Tum Aa Hi Gaye
Apne Boondon Se Mujh Ko Bhegane
Mujhe Apne Bahon Mein Samane
Mujhe Behosh Banane
Mujhe Khowabon Mein Dubone

Tum Chale Gaye The Mujhe Pyassi Chhor Ke
Taras Gayi Thi Aakhein Tumhari Rah Taq Te Taq Te
Har Din Har Pal Maine Kis Bekarari Mein Gujara
Yeh Toh Sirf Mera Dil  Hi Jaanta Hain

Yeh Asman Bahut Tanha Ho Gayi Thi
Tumhare Bina Yeh Zaamein Rukhi Sukhi Ho Gayi Thi
Aagar Tumhe Yaakin Na Meri Baat Par Ho Toh Puccho
Mere Bagiche Ke Khilte Hue 
Khussbu Se Mahek Te Hue Jasmine, Gulab Aur Bela Se
Jo Tumhare Rass Mein Nahate Hue Muskura Rahin Hain
Woh Saare Sukhi Sukhi Chehre Se Roz Tumharein Aane Ki
Chahat Mein Asman Ki Khak Chhan Ti Thi

Dekho Tumne Chhua Toh Yeh Perr Poudhe
Yeh Maidaan Yeh Galiyan Yeh Ghar Yeh Angan Sare
Kitne Anokhe Rang Se Khud Ko Nikhar Rahin Hain
Tumhare Unn Resham Si Kali Kali Kohra
Jaise Nadi Ke Tan Mein Ghul Gayi Hain
Woh Neeli Neeli Gaheri Badrah Jaise Har Ghar Ke
Deewar Par Apne Raaz-e-Pardah Se Khud Ko Gher Liya Hain

Aur Yeh Jo Hain Chote  Chote Chandi Ke Boondein
Meri Chandni Ke Tan Pe Gir Rahin Hain
Aur Woh Chandni Tumhare Mulayem Aur Masum Aagosh Mein
Iss Ashiqana Mausam Mein Apni Palkein Mund Kar
Bahut Sukun Se Apni Hoothon Pe Muskan Se Vari 
Chahat Se Vari Kuch Ankahi Armano Ke Saath So Rahin Hain

Tum Jab Nehin Aate Ho Tab
Tapti Hawayein, Tapti Nazarein Sare Fizayon Mein 
Bhatak Te Rahete Hain Deewano Ke Jaise
Aab Aye Ho Toh Tumhare Chhune Se
Ek Ajeeb Si Pyass Iss Badan Mein Jagti Hain
Tumhare Matwali Chal Se Mann Mein Umang Jagti Hain
Aur Jab Tum Chale Jate Ho Meri Daman Chhor Ke
Tab Tumhare Yaad Mein Yeh Nazar Udass Ho Jati Hain

Bheegao Bheegao Aaj Sab Ko Bhegaao
Iss Tanhai Ka Iss Tarap Ka Kuch Mol Do
Tum Ne Jo Band Karke Rakhhi Hain 
Woh Jal Se Vari Rawangi Ke Darwaje
Hume Aane Do Tumhare Karib
Apni Baahein Apne Darkhan Ke Bandishye
Kardo Azad Saare Dor-e-Lagam Ko Khol Do

Tum Na Raho Toh Bhi Pyass Hain
Tum Raho Toh Bhi Ek Pyass Hain
Aur Jab Chale Jao Ge 
Tab Bhi Ek Pyass Rahe Jaye Ga
Na Kuch Gila Hain Tumse Na Koi Shiqwa Hain
Bass Aaj Din Bhar Aur Sari Raat 
Mujhe Tumhari Mohabbat Mein Bheeg Ne Do
Pyassi Hoon Main Pyassi Rahene Do
Pyassi Hoon Main Pyassi Rahene Do

                                                                              M-e-Z  :D
                                                     
                                TO MY DEAR CLOUD, TO MY DEAR RAIN
                                                                WELCOME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
                                             Mmmmmuuuahahhhh :O :)
                                                                                   

 

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Miracle Monastery :)

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Wat Thamkrabok is a faraway place for the very far gone. The Buddhist monastery is set against a Thai landscape that resembles an idyllic Oriental watercolour: all stony outcrops and forested peaks. Gargantuan statues rise out of the foliage like fevered hallucinations. Packs of stray dogs snarl at strangers who are not clad in the brown monks' robes or the faded red pyjamas worn by the dozen drug abusers who are staying here. The word "Winner" is spelled out hopefully in ancient Buddhist script on the shirtbacks of these addicts who are undergoing the world's most extreme - yet possibly most effective - drugs rehabilitation regime. 

Outside the monastery, many have long been written off as losers.
Hundreds of long-term speed freaks, pill poppers, crack addicts, junkies, glue-sniffers and alcoholics arrive at this stark Buddhist waystation in central Thailand every year to endure a gruelling programme of purging and spartan living. While in the West, the vast majority of detox patients eventually succumb to their drug cravings, nearly 70 per cent of the tens of thousands of troubled men and women who have been through treatment at Wat Thamkrabok since 1958 have managed to stay drug-free, according to one Australian study. But the place is a far cry from such celebrity-friendly detox haunts as the Priory or Betty Ford clinic.
 
The temple's brutal vomit cure proved too much for the musician Pete Doherty, the self-destructive frontman of the Libertines punk thrash band, who earlier this month bolted before dawn on day three of his 10-day detox treatment. He ran away with another English addict who claims he cut short his own rehabilitation just two days before it was due to come to an end in order to give the angst-ridden guitarist "moral support".
 
Doherty surfaced briefly in Bangkok before jetting home, only to be arrested for reckless driving and possessing a flick knife. Worried about the health of their lead singer, the Libertines were forced to cancel performances at Glastonbury last weekend as well as at the Isle of Wight Festival. The band was recently rated the top indie group in Britain by NME magazine, and their new single is, rather prophetically, titled "Can't Stand Me Now".
 
"The singer seemed unwilling or unable to let go of his dark side," says Phra Hans, a Swiss spiritual counsellor at Thamkrabok.
A statement signed by Doherty before he fled says: "Thamkrabok Monastery have done everything they could to help me, but I am not strong enough for this treatment."
Suffering withdrawal pains to the strains of a pop star howling out taunting heroin lyrics such as "The horse is brown/come on round" proved divisive for newcomers in the monastery's drug-treatment compound. All but one persisted with the rhythmic vomiting and herbal steam baths designed to accelerate the body's purification and ease withdrawal symptoms. The noisy celebrity in their midst was soon gone. His next stop would be a gig at Filthy McNasty's pub in London.
 
"When we lost the two English lads it was very disheartening," says Richard, an ex-convict from Leeds, who kicked his own £3,000-a-week "smack and crack habit" seven months ago and is now a monk at Thamkrabok. "It's just a waste. If this guy ever gets off heroin, he might be a superstar. His family and friends sent him here and he must have been trying to please them. You gotta truly believe in yourself, that you can acquire good habits as easily as bad habits. The process has to be painful so you will not want to go through it ever again. He was not ready for it. It is the toughest detox you will find, and I have tried them all."
 
Some 40 per cent of the monks here are former addicts who have stayed on at Thamkrabok to become ordained. With cigarettes dangling from their mouths, some look decidedly impious, but the abbot, Charoen Panchand, allows them to taper off gradually from nicotine dependence. 

Patients line up once a day to swallow a shot glass of a mouth-curdlingly bitter herbal extract which leaves them retching and spewing into concrete gutters. The organic purgative is a viscous dark brew made from 108 seeds, leaves, and tree barks that can be foraged locally. The secret formula is said to have come to Luang Poh Yai, the visionary aunt of the abbot, in a dream, and is administered free of charge to all comers. Gulping water from a pail, and violently expelling a great plume of vomit can elicit applause from the gaggles of spectators who are brought in to witness the wretched fight their drug demons at public "vomit shows".
 
Monks who take a daily dose to expel any toxins remaining in their bodies offer tips on the proper stance for projectile vomiting. Shoving fingers down the throat won't always speed the process. Knocking back copious amounts of water is better. First-timers used to be encouraged to vomit to the accompaniment of drums, but silent sessions are now the norm. The mere sound of retching induces others to follow suit.
 
Most of the participants are Thais, but a growing proportion of the addicts are middle-class Europeans who have relapsed after gentler treatment at medical clinics back home. The National Health Service has even agreed to fund selected patients to attend the programme. At 

Thamkrabok there are no chemical crutches, no night nurses, no sleeping-tablets, no guarantees. No Aids tests are required, either. Methadone addicts suffer immensely. Because the synthetic opiate has a longer half-life in the brain, it's more insidious than heroin, with which it is often combined. Nathalie, a 22-year-old from Sheffield who has been an addict since the age of 16, told me how she thrashed sleeplessly night after night, fighting off the sensation of worms writhing in her bone marrow. Wandering off the premises is forbidden, as the highway to Bangkok is just 10 minutes walk away and illicit drug offers are plentiful, even before you reach the nearest village.
One strapping Australian hooked on methadone once remained awake for 48 days straight, according to Phra Hans. Rhythmic sweeping helped soothe his jangled nerves, and now a "broom meditation" is incorporated in the programme. If addicts are able to stand upright, they must rise at daybreak to sweep in unison.
 
Last week, five Britons turned up for the monastery's radical detox regime. Jet-lagged after a 13-hour flight, they must cope simultaneously with withdrawal symptoms and extreme culture shock. Despite its picturesque backdrop, the monastery is built on a flyblown site wedged between pock-marked hills, a quarry, and a teeming refugee camp where Hmong hilltribes from Laos have lived under armed guard for three generations. Even though daily herbal steam baths and Thai massage are on offer to ease bodies racked by convulsions, by no stretch of the imagination can Wat Thamkrabok be described as a spa.
 
"At Bangkok airport, I noticed two guys on their way out," says Austin, a trembling addict from Yorkshire in his third day of rehab. "You could tell they were both on heroin. You could smell it on them. They spoke English and I was tempted to ask them where to score one last time, before I came here to dry out.
 
"I was a bit shocked when we arrived," he confesses. "I thought it would be some majestic place in the mountains, and there were all these chickens pecking around and lizards in the rooms." The dormitories for foreigners have scrubbed tile floors and patched mosquito nets draped over the simple cots. No mobile phones are allowed, because addicts must sever all ties with their drug-taking past. For the moment, the use of personal stereos is controversial. Music helps many people deal with the rigours of rehabilitation, but the more orthodox monks worry that music associated with past drug experience can create "a toxic womb" that keeps reality at bay. Bathing is accomplished with a jug of rainwater and a basic metal bowl.
 
Feeling rough and seeing double, Austin says that when he was offered a massage on his first day at the monastery, he anticipated gentle caresses from the petite masseuse. Instead, the 29-year-old former army cook was painfully thumped and poked. "It felt great after she stopped, though," he admits, "and by this time, at the rehab place I went to before this one, I was hurting a lot more than I am now. It must be the herbs."
 
The rigorous detoxification process requires addicts to take the purgative elixir for the first five days. Alcoholics or opium addicts, who risk vomiting blood, are given black herbal pastilles instead. The monastery's sexagenarian herbalist, Wala Yanghun, gathers fresh ingredients from the garden and brews the bitter black medicine in a vat. Visitors who use the monastery steam baths in the afternoon drink a diluted tea made to the same formula. It tastes revolting, rather like castor oil churned with coffee grounds, pond scum, and laced with Fisherman's Friend lozenges.
 
It was in the early Sixties that the outreach programme at Wat Thamkrabok took off, when opium addiction was becoming a widespread problem. Wandering hippies who completed the programme spread the word, and foreign addicts began to arrive unannounced. Its popularity peaked in 1997, linked to a boom in methamphetamine addiction. More than 2,000 desperate addicts requested help from the abbot to quit. Numbers have since dropped, but more than 400 people detoxed at the monastery last year, and 125 have passed through since January this year.
 
Sajta, the sacred vow of abstinence, is as much a key as the medicine, Phra Hans explains. If addicts treat it frivolously and go back on their promise, the monastery will not excuse them. No second chances at detox are possible. Thamkrabok is not a clinic with a revolving door. After a week, the abbot dispenses a kahtah, a divine phrase that must be committed to memory and repeated in case of temptation. The holy paper is swallowed by the addict.
 
Unlike a classic 12-step programme, in which addicts place responsibility for their lives in a greater power, the Thamkrabok way stresses the importance of experiencing all the agonies of withdrawal. Through pain, the addicts can forge mental strength to figure out what drove them to seek oblivion in drugs or drink. Addicts are not encouraged to consider themselves victims, but must will themselves to be stronger than the substances they crave.
 
Phra Hans likens the detox programme at Thamkrabok to the epic journey of the hero. On his quest, a hero must seek out an alien place and humbly accept the help of strangers in order to return home transformed.
 
Well, if nothing else, Thamkrabok is quintessentially alien. Rather than meditate in quiet repose, the recovering addict monks are kept busy realising the abbot's eccentric visions. They have built a 100-ton water wheel that may eventually be put to use on Bangkok's canals, as well as a mammoth speedboat, which perches unfinished in the monastery grounds. Towering statues of Buddha, elephant-headed sculptures, and outsize busts of the abbot's spectacle-wearing aunt are scattered about the grounds. The bodies of the abbot's deceased siblings are now at rest inside hefty coffins here, and are embalmed in homemade fluid, which the monks are required to change regularly.

If Austin and his four British roommates can endure the hardships of this brutal purge, and journey with their Thai colleagues through all the paranoia and the pain, their task is indeed heroic.


A COURTESY OF independent.co.uk

                                                         
                                               COME LET'S HEAL THE HELL  :)
                                                                    God Bless Us !! :)

                                                                                         
                                                                                

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Taras :)


 Taras Gayi Hain Aakhein Meri
Taras Gayi Hain Baahein
Taras Gayi Hain Nighahein Meri
Taras Gayi Hain Shaashein 

Ab Aa Vi Jao 
Ab Aa Vi Jao
Khudah Ke Liyeh Na Tarsao
Paaysi Hain Ruh Pyassi Hain Badan
Jhoom Ke Choom Ke Iss Tan Pe Baras Jao

Kitne Dino Se Tumhe Chhua Nehi 
Jo Hain Tammana Bheeg Ne Ki
Tumhare Chahat Mein Dubne Ki
Bheega Do Mujhe Apni Chhuan Se
Yeh Arzoo Sadiyon Se Pura Hua Nehi

Roz Dekhti Hoon Tumhe 
Khowabon Ki Asmaan Mein
Tumhare Kajal Se Vari Aakhen
Khamoshi Se Ishara Karti Hain

Tum Chali Jati Ho
Kavi Tham Tham Ke
Kavi Tez Raftar Se Urr Ke
Tumhari Aahat Dil Ko 
Sukun-e-Dilasha De Jati Hain

Tum Nehi Janti Meri 
Kaise Zindegi Basar Hoti Hain
Ghar Se Angan Tak Roz Aati Jati Hoon
Jinah Hain Toh Farz Nivana Hain
Lekin Jab Fursat Ki Do Pal Mile
Uss Falak Pe Tumhare Kafile Jab 
Roz Garaj Ke Ya Phir Madhoshi Mein
Iss Dil Ko Utawle Kar Ke Chali Jati Hain
Tab Iss Choti Si Duniya Mein Khud Ko
Bahut Tanha Mehsus Karti Hoon

Meri Duniya Meri Paroshi
Meri Pehchan Meri Behoshi
Sab Kuch Mere Saath Chaal Te Hain
Lekin Main Chaal Te Chaal Te
Andar Hi Andar Thak Jati Hoon
Main Jalti Hoon Main Bhujti Hoon
Main Jineh Ki Dhundti Hoon Bahana
Iss Duniya Ke Jhoothe Khel Mein
Main Apni Khilaripan Mein Uljhi Raheti Hoon

Tum Aati Ho Toh Dil se Hassti Hu
Kuch Pal Ke Liyeh Khud Ko Bhul Jati Hoon
Main Sab Ki Nazar Mein 
Apni Alag Alag Pahechan Banwati Hoon
Lekin Tumhari Badan Ko Jab Taq Ti Hoon
Toh Main Khud Ko Antar Se Dekhti Hoon

Shaash Lena Hi Jinah Nehi Hoti 
Dharkan Ke Geet Ko
Labon Tak Lana Parhta Hain
Tumhare Aane Ki Aah Mein Hi
Yeh Badan Zindah Raheti Hain
Log Mujhe Piche Se Bawri Bulati Hain
Main Muskurake Unko Kaheti Hoon 
Duniya Isse Hi Nadan Mohabbat Kaheti Hain
                                                                     
                                                                     M-e-Z
                                                             
                                                        An Invitation for Rain :)
                                         And A Letter for My Love, My Fire  :D :O
                                                                   <3 <3 <3
                                                         Mmmmmmuuuaahhhh :)
                                                                              
                                                                            
 
                                                             
 
       

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Mary --- No Mercy :D

                                     

Minimumweight Mangte Chungneijang Merykom Born 1 March 1983 (aka Mary Kom or MC Merykom) is from Kangathei Village, Moirang Lamkhai in rural Manipur, India. Her interest in boxing was inspired by the success of Manipuri male boxer Dingko Singh.

She took to sports in an effort to provide some financial support to her family. "I was initially an all-round athlete, and 400-m and javelin were my pet events. When Dingko Singh returned from Bangkok (Asian Games) with a gold, I thought I should give it a try. Dingko's success triggered a revolution of sort in Manipur and surprisingly I found that I was not the only girl who was drawn into boxing," she said.

She began boxing in 2000 and was a quick learner who preferred to be put through the same paces as the boys around her. "In just two weeks, I had learnt all the basics. I guess I had God-given talent for boxing."
She initially tried to keep her interest in the sweet science from her father, M. Tonpu Kom, and mother Saneikham Kom, but winning a 2000 State championship got her photograph in the newspaper - and her secret was out of the bag:
 
"I still remember I was castigated by my father who said with a battered and bruised face, I should not expect to get married. He was furious that I took to boxing - a taboo for women - and he did not have the slightest idea about it. But my passion for the sport had got the better of me and I thank my cousins who coaxed and cajoled my father into eventually giving his nod. I'm happy that I did not let anybody down," she told the Deccan Herald in September 2004.

After winning her first title and Best Boxer at the First State Level Invitation women's boxing championship in Manipur in 2000, Merykom went on to win the gold in the Seventh East India Women’s Boxing Championship held in West Bengal and subsequently to win five Indian National Championships from 2000 to 2005. 

She also embarked on an international campaign that has brought her a series of gold medals and honors, though not without a few setbacks. 

On her way by train to the selection camp for her first Asian Women’s Boxing Championships in Bangkok, Thailand, she had all her luggage and her passport stolen. Her parents asked her to come home but she carried on her course. "My saviour was a city-based uncle, who said he’d fix everything if I got selected. I did, but I returned empty handed (from the meet in Bangkok). The stress following the loss of documents and luggage interfered with my training." Her solution was still more training. "We girls really worked hard. Women’s boxing was a very recent introduction, and we really wanted to excel."

Merykom's "international gold rush" finally began with the Second Asian Women's Championship in Hissar and continued with a win in the Third Asian Women's Championship held in Taiwan.
In her first AIBA World Women's Boxing Championship in Scranton, USA in 2001, the 18-year-old Merykom had to settle for silver, losing to Hulya Sahin of Turkey by 13-5 in the 48-kg final after defeating Jamie Behl of Canada by 21-9 in the semi-final and Nadia Hockmi of Poland by RSCO-3 in the quarter-final. "She was leading in the first round but her opponent managed to score points in the final round," coach Anoop Kumar said  of Merykom's performance in the final.

The next year, she struck gold at the Second AIBA World Women’s Senior Boxing Championship held from October 21-27, 2002 in Antalya, Turkey, winning the 45-kg division by defeating Svetlana Miroshnichenko of the Ukraine in her semi-final and Jang Song-Ae of North Korea in the final
On November 22, 2003 in the 46-kg finals of the Asian Women's Championships at Mahabir Stadium in Hisar, India, she defeated Chou Szu Yin of Chinese Taipei by RSCO-2. She had previously defeated L. G. Chandrika of Sri Lanka also by RSCO-2. 

 Her once-skeptical father accompanied his trail-blazing daughter to the ceremony in 2003 at which she was the first woman ever to receive India's prestigious Arjuna award for her achievement in boxing.
She also took gold in the 46-kg division of the Women's World Boxing Tournament in Tønsberg, Norway from 27 April to 2 May 2004, defeating Derya Aktop of Turkey by RSCO-2 in the semi-final and Xia Li of China by RSCO-2 in the final.
She was also the Witch Cup Tournament champion in Hungary in 2004.

At the August 2004 Asian Women's Boxing Championships in Taiwan she  defeated Gretchen Abaniel of the Philippines 35-11 in the 46-kg final.

She successfully defended her 46-kg world title at the Third AIBA Women's World Championships held from 25 September to 2 October 2005 in Podolsk, Russia. She won the final by a 28-13 score over Jong Ok of North Korea, who had reached the finals with a 22-20 decision over Gretchen Abaniel of the Philippines. Kom had defeated Elena Sabitova of Russia 31-16 in her semi-final and Nancy Fortin of Canada 30-13 in her preliminary. While she saw her repeat win as great progress, she expressed admiration for the Russians, who won the team event.  "They are so well-built, with big muscles!"

On 19-22 October 2006 at the Venus Box Cup in Vejle, Denmark, Merykom won by RSCO-2 over Sofie Molholr of Denmark in the 46-kg semi-final and defeated Steluta Duta of Romania by retirement in the third round. Duta had defeated Valeria Calabrese of Italy RSCI-2 to reach the final and had also won the 46-kg division of the Ahmet Comert Tournament in 2006 with a RSCO-2 over Derya Aktop of Turkey (Merykom did not compete in that tournament.) On 23 November 2006 at the AIBA World Championships at Talkatora Indoor Stadium in New Delhi, India Merykom again won the 46-kg division - this time with a 22-7 decision over her Venus Box Cup final opponent Steluta Duta of Romania. Merykom kept the Romanian on the defensive for most of the bout, then celebrated her win with a demonstration of Manipuri folk dance in the ring. Duta reached the final with a RSCO-2 win over Boranbayeva Zalgul of Kazakhstan in the semi.

In New Delhi, Merykom had previously defeated Jong Ok of North Korea 20-8 in the semi-final, and Chandrike Geruga of Sri Lanka by RSCO-2 in the quarter-final after a bye in the preliminary round.  She began the tournament with a cough and fever (and was unable to take any medication because of the doping test) but she still performed well enough to lead Chandrike Geruga 13-3 after one round, and the bout was stopped in the second with Merykom ahead 19-4.
 
"Everyone in our team worked very hard for this day and it is good to see that we have achieved it on our home soil," she said. On this occasion the Indian women's boxing team edged the formidable Russians by 34 points to 28 in team standings.
Like most world-class amateur female boxers, Merykom now hopes to compete in the Olympic Games some day. "Now I will dream again to represent India in the Olympics at least once till the time my body permits."

On her ring strategy, Merykom says "I simply try to cramp my opponents so that they don't get any chance to free their arms. 'My height (around five feet) is a problem but my fitness is my advantage. I make my opponents run a lot in the ring, which tires them.'  In 2005 she told a felicitation program organized by Indian Amateur Boxing Federation and YMCA: "I do not only rely on my technique or strength but also on my mind," adding that in her 46-kg weight category "I mostly meet different boxers in my weight category as the older ones change to higher weight category. But I have established myself here."

 "To be a successful boxer one must also have a strong heart. Some women are physically strong but fail when it comes to having a strong heart. One also must have the zeal and the right fighting spirit," says  Merykom. "We work harder than men and are determined to fight with all our strength to make our nation proud. God has given me the talent and it’s only because of sheer grit and hard work that I have made it so far."

Merykom works out five to six hours a day to stay fit. Coming from a poor family who struggled to educate her siblings, her success as a world champion is a testament to her determination, perseverance and drive to succeed. She has used her earnings from boxing to obtain a new house and land for her parents and savings deposits for her younger siblings but she bemoans the lack of sponsorship for Indian female boxers, saying "I guess that’s because I don’t play tennis or cricket. Seriously, are there no other sports in India?"  She has said that she would eventually like to share her boxing experiences while grooming new sports talent in Manipur.


A COURTESY OF www.wban.org
                   
This is Not That Filmy "Dhai Kilo Ka Haath " , This is Solid Punch of Real Life of A Women of Lion Heart. This Mary of No Mercy Brings Medals For Country and Loves INDIA as Like as Mother Mary .
 
                                                     Keep Up This Tashan Mary !!! 
                                                       Mmmmmmuuaahhh :O :D <3<3<3