Babies 'cry in mother's tongue'

German researchers say babies begin to pick up the nuances of their parents' accents while still in the womb.
The researchers studied the cries of 60 healthy babies born to families speaking French and German.
The French newborns cried with a rising "accent" while the German babies' cries had a falling inflection.
Writing in the journal Current Biology, they say the babies are probably trying to form a bond with their mothers by imitating them.
The findings suggest that unborn babies are influenced by the sound of the first language that penetrates the womb.
Cry melodies :
It was already known that foetuses could memorise sounds from the outside world in the last three months of pregnancy and were particularly sensitive to the contour of the melody in both music and human voices.
Earlier studies had shown that infants could match vowel sounds presented to them by adult speakers, but only from 12 weeks of age.
Kathleen Wermke from the University of Wurzburg, who led the research, said: "The dramatic finding of this study is that not only are human neonates(relating to or affecting the infant during the first month after birth; "neonatal care"; "the neonatal period") capable of producing different cry melodies, but they prefer to produce those melody patterns that are typical for the ambient(Surrounding, of the surroundings. Ambient temperature is the temperature surrounding a given point. The ambient air standard is a quality standard commonly used in the USA for air in a particular place, as defined in terms of pollutants. Industrial discharges of pollutants must not cause the standard to be breached) language they have heard during their foetal life.

Newborns are highly motivated to imitate their mother's behaviour in order to attract her and hence to foster bonding.
- Kathleen Wermke, Unversity of Wurzburg.

"Contrary to orthodox interpretations, these data support the importance of human infants' crying for seeding language development."
Dr Wermke's team recorded and analysed the cries of 60 healthy newborns when they were three to five days old.
Their analysis revealed clear differences in the shape of the infants' cry melodies that corresponded to their mother tongue.
They say the babies need only well-co-ordinated respiratory-laryngeal(colloquially known as the voicebox, is an organ in the neck of mammals involved in protection of the trachea and sound production. The larynx houses the vocal folds, which are an essential component of singing and if improperly used can result in permenant voice loss. The vocal folds are situated just below where the tract of the pharynx splits into the trachea and the esophagus.) systems to imitate melody contours and not the vocal control that develops later.
Dr Wermke said: "Newborns are highly motivated to imitate their mother's behaviour in order to attract her and hence to foster bonding.
"Because melody contour may be the only aspect of their mother's speech that newborns are able to imitate, this might explain why we found melody contour imitation at that early age."
Debbie Mills, a reader in developmental cognitive neuroscience at Bangor University, said: "This is really interesting because it suggests that they are producing sounds they have heard in the womb and that means learning and that it is not an innate behaviour.
"Many of the early infant behaviours are almost like reflexes that go away after the first month and then come back later in a different form.
"It would be interesting to look at these babies after a month and see if their ability to follow the melodic contours of their language is still there."

Pakistan Under Attack

Pakistan is suffering a lot, as they have made many many mistakes in the Past, there could be only one reason, as you all know, they attacked India, in the Past. Kisi ney sahi kaha hai, Insaan bhul jaata hai, Lekin, wo jo upar baita hai na, wo kabhi nahin bhulta. They are attacking India since Independence, Kargil War, 26/11, Parliament per attack, etc.. Ofcourse, Pakistan is a Good Nation, But, thode log hai, jo Pakistan ko aagey baed tey hue dekhna nahin chahate.

Ek baat meri samjh nahin aayi ab tak, Pakistan ke paas Security hai, BSF hai, phir Taliban gusi kahan se? Kya Pakistanis itne bewakoof hai jo, Taliban waalon andar aane ko bole? If the Government of Pakistan stop playing blame-game, instead, they can easily cut-off Taliban. But Mr. Zardari is one Dunce he doesnt know anything, bas Chair per aake bait gaya.
When Mr. Musharaff was there, jab Pakistan accha tha, I think now he cant even come back.
Mr. Kayani can become President, if he wishes, he too can do, what Mr.Musharaff did. He took his whole army to Mr. Sharif, he became President, I think Mr.Kayani can also do the Same thing.
If Taliban Wants to Attack India, for sure, Pakistan will definetly Support Taliban. God forbid, by happening this.

Anyway, Let us All Pray for Pakistan's Safety.

Remember - Growing Older Is Mandatory, Growing Up Is Optional. Article by: John Muzorewa

The first day of school our Professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old.Can I give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant Squeeze."Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids.""No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age."I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!"she told me.After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate Milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went.She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up. At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.Frustrated and a little embarrassed, she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know."As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose."She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.
REMEMBER : GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.
We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

Zindagi ka Bharosa Nahin....

I recently lost a Friend of mine, Mr. Riyaz, He encouraged me a Lot... He died in a Accident....
I used to work in his Company as a Graphic Designer..
He has 2 sons, Kitna bura hai na? He was only 30 or 32 Years Old, Abhi unko ek beta hai, 3 months ka hai, He lost his Father. Ek aur Beta paanch saal (5 Years) ka hai.......
I thank God that we all are Lucky............
Zindagi hai chhoti si, Har pal mein khush raho...
He was a Genius Person, I've ever met...
I met him last month. He asked me about my dad & mom.. I told him : " Saab aapki dua se sab maze mein hai." He smiled & said in a Very Hyderabadi Style : "Zara merku koi bhi Role hai toh dekho na bawa, Main bhi karta Acting... Zara kal ke din bade aadmi ban gaye toh ye gareeb ku bhi yaad rakho miyaan.." We used to chat a Lot.............
Kabhi Office mein kaam nahin hota tha, toh we used to chat everything.......... I was Daily Looking at a Girl ,in front of our office , He once came from behind & once again said me in a Very Hyderabadi Style : "Kya miyaan Rishabh, Himayat Nagar mein koi pottiyan (girls) nahin hai kya? Yahan aake Lina (Line) marre, Lage raho bawa, lage raho........... Bawa ku boltu, ruko........"

He gave me the Idea of Angels. A Documentary which I made......
He encouraged me a lot... Aise dost ko bhulna mushkil hi nahin, balki, Na mumkin hai......
He used to say a lots of Shayaaris... One of his Shayaari : "Duniya mein aaye ho toh aisa koi kaam karo Meri jaan, Taa ke Tum Jaane ke baad saari Duniya yaad kar sake"....
And today, aapko main toh yaad rakhunga Sir, Chahe aapko saari duniya bhula dey, Lekin, main aapko hamesha yaad rakhunga, I Promise.............
He Lived like a KING....
Office mein jitne bhi log kaam karte the, unko bolte the : " Arrey kya hai miyaan, Aisa kare toh kaisa miyaan, Zara Acha karo na Baigan". He never scolded anybody.........
And Today, I miss him a lot..........
And though, He was a Muslim, He used to Obey other people's Religion & used to celebrate each Festival with all the Joy, just like, Ramzaan.

Dosti ki nahin jaati, Dosti ho jaati hai, Dosti agar baed(Increase) jaaye toh, Zindagi ban jaati hai......
I Miss You a Lot Sir.............
Upar waala bhi kuch ajeeb hai yaar, Jo koi bhi acha ho, toh usko jaldi upar bula leta hai...

Zindagi chalti nahin hai, Chalana padta hai........ Zindagi ka bharosa na raha.........

Changeling

Changeling.
Directed & Produced By: Clint Eastwood.
Cast : Angelina Jolie.
Its a Story of a Mother & Child.
1920 ka backdrop hai. I would recommend this Film to every Mother.
She does each & everything to find her Son.
One day, she gets a call from friend, she says to her Son, Dont go anywhere till I'm home.
In those days, Kidnapping was a most dangerous thing. Her son gets kidnapped & the Kidnapper bastard is a psycho.
She gets every two months height check for her son, she is a single parent.
She calls the Police station daily to find her son & in those days, you dont have direct connections, you have to first call the operater, then he will connect to the person you want to speak to. The police says that, you have scolded your Son, May be thats why he has gone out.
She goes to every friend of his to find if her her son is Playing somehere.
Her son gets kidnapped & killed by the Kidnapper. But she doesnt believe, she has hopes that her Son is somewhere waiting for her & will return home someday. Its very emotional story about Son & Mom.
One day, same like her son, one boy is found by the Police, She feels so haapy that, she is on Top of the World, But that boy is not her Son, she again goes to Police station, The police in those days, used to Blame the People. The police officer admits that she is Mad & must be admitted to the Mental Hospital immidiately. She faces the Mental torture for 2 Months.
She Measures the height of unknown boy & she observes the boy carefully, what he likes & dislikes. The most important thing is : Her son will have a cut in his Blowjob, ab wahin se hi pakadi hai usko. She even calls the doctor. The doctor observes the boy, his height, weight & everything, he tells her, When the son is away from his mother & faces the torture, he becomes short in 2 inches. Her son is 4 feet 11 inches & the other boy is 4 feet 9 inches. She tells the Doctor, you liar, you know my son or I know? Get out right now.....

Kitne bhi saal guzar jaaye, San Fransisco kitna bhi badal jaaye, but she has Hopes that her son is somehere & will come someday. She Paints the Same colours to the walls, Hoping that her son will be back someday.
She does everything to find her Son, which no other mother does....

I would recommend Every Mother to Watch Changeling............

I'm not a Family Man

I'm Not totally attached to My Family, Jaise ki, Sab koi Family ke saath Filmein dekhne chaale jaate hain, Picnics per jaate hain, Breakfast, Lunch aur Dinner saath mein karte hain, I'm not like that. Main apne doston ke saath zyaada jaata hoon, kyunke Dosti aur Family mein kuch toh fark hoga? I dont eat breakfast, lunch & dinner with my Family. Doston ke saath jaata hoon Filmein dekhne aur Picnics per aur kabhi kabhi Dinner bhi kar leta hoon........
Breakfast, Lunch aur Dinner akele mein karta hoon, Mamma bana ke deti hai.
Main shuru se aisa hi hoon.... I'm not at all a Family Person.......

Kismat Connection

I dont believe in My Destiny.
I ask God to give me whatever I want from My True Heart, he will give me that Particular thing.
Most people say : "Humari kismat mein jo hai, usko maan ley na chahiye", aise bolte hain jaise ki, itne paise mein itna hi milega........

People believe that : You cannot have everything in life, but its very wrong, You can have each & everything in life, If you try to be Positive.

I have only One Life to Live, then why believe in Destiny? Main apni kismat ko maanta nahin hoon....
God is Great, He has given Me the things that I Desired the Most.
If you be true to yourself, then God is with you.
Ask God with Very True Heart, the thing you want in life, Inshallah, he will give you the things you desire for.

I talk to God, He will give me his answers.

Dont go the way, Where Life takes You, Take the Life, The way You Go ! Remember You are Born to Live, Not Living Because You were Born......

Har ek cheez ko haasil karne ke liye, ek keemat chuka ni padti hai....

No One creates or writes Our Destiny, We are the Own Creators of Our Own Destinty.

Man is the Only Creator of his own Destiny.