Holi is a major festival in the Hindu religion. It is celebrated on the day after the last full moon of the Hindu month of Phalguna. Phalguna falls between late February and early March in Western calendars. Holi usually marks the happy transition from harsh, dark winter to brighter, warmer springtime.
Holi celebrates the Hindu story of Prahlada. Prahlada was a prince dedicated to the worship of Vishnu, a major Hindu god. Prahlada’s father and aunt opposed his religious faith, and as punishment made him sit in the middle of a raging bonfire. Vishnu protected Prahlada, and the prince did not burn.
Bonfires remain a part of Holi rituals today. However, the most striking aspect of the festival is the spraying of brightly colored powders and water in enormous public celebrations. The colors mark both Prahlada’s flickering bonfire and the bright colors associated with spring.
The “Festival of Colors” is also a time for Hindus to relax social codes. Barriers between rich and poor, men and women, young and old are broken down by Holi’s bright colors. A familiar saying is bura na mano, Holi hai—don’t be offended, it’s Holi !
Il primo Maggio 2017, durante la campagna per il ballottaggio delle presidenziali francese, la candidata Marine le Pen ha letto a Villepine un discorso di propaganda. Nulla di strano, se non che ha letto un discorso identico, persino nella punteggiatura, ad un altro discorso che il candidato alle presidenziali del partito Repubblicato, Fillon, tenne il 15 aprile 2017 (si, 2 settimane fa) a Puy-en-Velay. Il video postato dal canale Youtube di Ridicule Tv mostra chiaramente che i discorsi sono identici per interi paragrafi, e che sembra chiarissimo che Le Pen, o chi per lei, lo abbia copiato fedelmente. Il vice presidente del Front National, Florian Philippot, con una battuta che se fosse stata fatta in altro ambito sarebbe stata clamorosa, sostiene che la “ripresa” del discorso di Fillon è sostanzialmente una “strizzatina d'occhio fatta di proposito a un passaggio emozionante di un discorso sulla Francia" (parole sue) all'elettorato di Fillon per il ballottaggio.
La notizia ieri è stata ripresa in tv da almeno due tg ( Rainews e Sky, quelli che ho visto io) come una gaffe della Le Pen. Ho preso il dizionario, pratica che apre mondi incredibili (l’aforisma è di Stefano Bartezzaghi), e ho cercato gaffe:
Atto, comportamento, espressione e sim., commessi o detti per goffaggine, inesperienza o anche semplice distrazione, che creano comunque imbarazzo negli altri (corrisponde al termine ital., ormai raro, topica). L’etimologia è dibattuta: molti concordano, come il mio dizionario, che derivi dal francese gaffe (in italiano gaffa), che designa un bastone uncinato con cui riportare in barca il pesce grosso, e da cui forse deriva anche la definizione prendere un granchio, che vuol dire la stessa cosa. Altri invece fanno risalire gaffe dallo scozzese to gaf, che significa parlare in maniera inopportunamente volgare. In inglese, un sinonimo del termine è goldwynisms, che deriva dal cognome del fondatore degli studi cinematografici MGM, Samuel Goldwyn, che era un eccezionale gaffeur. Tra le più famose si ricordano: Le nostre commedie non sono roba da ridere, Non indosso mai un paio di scarpe se prima non le ho portate per almeno cinque anni,
Non date retta ai critici! Non degnatevi nemmeno d'ignorarli!,
Credo che nessuno debba scrivere la propria autobiografia, se non dopo la propria morte.
Se paragoniamo le gaffe di Goldwyn a quello della Le Pen, mi sembra che uno dei due non rientri nella cerchia delle gaffe. E non lo dico perchè riguarda la politica: ne sono convinto perchè nei casi estremi dove la necessità di apparire meno inchiodati su certe tematiche, o per meglio dire, su certi schemi mentali, mette con le spalle al muro chi non ne è capace. La Le Pen, o chi per lei, per risultare meno estrema di quello che è, non ha avuto altra idea che copiare qualcosa di meno estremo, nell'impossibilità di ritrarsi da quel ruolo che tanto bene sa fare (e che in fin dei conti ci dice davvero che tipo di personaggio è). E aggiungete quello che è per ognuno di voi Marine Le Pen.
Can you do a modern/collage au Lafayette x reader were the reader Hamilton’s little sister, is much shorter than everyone and just came over for collage and Laf is crushing hard on her and Ham thinks it’s halirous
Request by anonymous
“Come on, guys, (y/n)’s gonna be here any minute,” Alexander urged, hurrying his friends along the walkway, “I promised her we’d help her move in.”
“Without consulting us,” Lafayette pointed out.
“Oh okay, were you really going to refuse my little sister help moving in?” Alexander retorted.
“Hey, I’m joking!” Lafayette laughed, holding up his hands defensively.
John chuckled and slung his arm around Alexander’s neck, waggling his eyebrows as he asked, “So, is your sister cute?”
“Ohh, that’s dangereux, John,” Lafayette warned with a chuckle as Alexander gave John a withering look and shrugged his arm off.
“She’s really short,” Hercules commented, being the only one who had met (y/n), since he and Alexander had been friends in high school.
“Perfect armrest height,” Alexander quipped with a smirk, turning the corner to the main parking lot and looking around, “Okay, I told her we’d meet her here.”
“Alex!” an excited female voice called.
A couple of rows down, a girl with (h/c) hair and a wide smile was standing next to a car, waving her arms over her head.
“(Y/n)!” Alexander called, setting off at a jog to envelop his sister in a hug.
The rest of the group caught up and (y/n) turned to them, still grinning.
“Hercules!” she sang happily, hugging him, too.
“Hey, (y/n),” he said, lifting her off her feet, “Welcome to college!”
“Alright, so (y/n), this is John,” Alexander introduced, pointing.
“Hi John,” (y/n) said with a wave.
“What, I don’t get a hug?” John teased, earning a smack on the back of the head from Alexander.
“Kidding! I’m kidding! Nice to meet you, (y/n).”
“Ignore him. And this is Lafayette,” Alexander continued, pointing out the Frenchman.
“Hello!” (y/n) called.
Whoa. Ok. So she was really cute. Lafayette was blindsided by the girl’s prettiness. It was a second before he realised that he was staring and cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Hi,” he responded.
“Ok, well let’s get you moved in!” Alexander exclaimed, popping open the trunk of the car.
He grabbed a box and started off towards (y/n)’s dorm, calling over his shoulder, “Number 18, right?”
“Yeah,” she called back, “but you’ll need the key!”
Alexander was already too far ahead to hear, and (y/n) rolled her eyes as she groaned, “Same old Alexander.”
“I’ll take it,” Hercules offered, holding out his hands while he and John got their own boxes out of the trunk.
“Thank you so much, guys,” she said earnestly, handing Hercules the key.
(Y/n) went to the trunk to grab a longer box, but it had gotten wedged in, and she was struggling.
“Here, let me help,” Lafayette jumped to her service, pulling at the other side of the box to free it.
After a bit of manoeuvring and tugging, the two of them finally pulled the box out of the trunk.
“Whew, thanks,” (y/n) sighed, hoisting the box up as Lafayette grabbed another one.
“No problem,” Lafayette replied.
The smile (y/n) flashed him numbed his mind, and she had taken several steps towards the dorm before he came to his senses and caught up with her.
“So, Lafayette, I’ve heard lots about you,” (y/n) spoke up.
“You have?” Lafayette asked, slightly nervous.
“Yeah, well, you guys are just about all Alex talks about when he’s home,” she laughed, “Where are you from in France?”
“Uh…near le Puy-en-Velay,” Lafayette responded, and then, seeing (y/n)’s uncomprehending expression, “Not Paris.”
(Y/n) laughed, further enchanting Lafayette, “Sorry, I guess I don’t really know French geography.”
“That’s alright,” he said with a grin, “Most americaines don’t.”
“Well, maybe you can teach me sometime,” she suggested, swinging open the door to her room, “I am taking French this semester; it would be great to have tutor.”
“Uh…ah…” Lafayette fumbled with his words as she walked into her room, leaving him alone in the hall as he finally found his voice, “Oui, that would be great!”
“Seriously, (y/n), how many boxes did you bring?” Alexander asked as (y/n) added the one she was carrying to the pile.
“Enough,” she shrugged, “You were the one who offered to help!”
“Pretty sure mum would kill me if I didn’t,” Alexander remarked, ruffling (y/n)’s hair.
“You know she would,” (y/n) replied with a giggle, shoving Alexander’s hand away.
“Come on, let’s finish unloading,” Hercules cut in with his booming voice.
He stopped at the doorway, where Lafayette was leaning against the doorframe.
“Hello? Earth to Lafayette!” Hercules waved his hand in front of his friends face.
Lafayette jerked back to his senses, realising he’d been staring at (y/n) again.
“Right! Let’s go!” he responded, a little too enthusiastically.
They walked out to the parking lot again and Alexander caught Lafayette’s eye, shooting him an amused and questioning look, a goofy grin plastered across his face. Lafayette rolled his eyes and turned away, but he knew he was in trouble. He’d met (y/n) all of ten minutes ago, and he was already hopelessly infatuated.
“Admit it. Admit you have a crush on (y/n),” Alexander coaxed, grinning wildly as he walked with Lafayette to the library.
“Shut up!” Lafayette shot back, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Aw come on! Are you embarrassed because she’s my sister?” Alexander pursued the topic, bumping Lafayette’s shoulder with his own.
“I don’t have a crush on her,” Lafayette said resolutely.
“There you are, Laf!”
(Y/n) poked her head out of the door to the library ahead.
(Y/n) gave a thumbs up and disappeared back inside. Alexander gave Lafayette a smirk and repeated his last statement, “‘I don’t have a crush on her’, huh?”
“Ce n'est pas ma faute (it’s not my fault) you volunteered me to teach her French,” Lafayette shot back with a glare.
“Well, yeah, what’s a best friend to do?” Alexander responded as they reached the stairs to the library.
“Try to make his friends inconfortable (uncomfortable)?” Lafayette grumbled, causing Alexander to laugh.
“Exactly!” responded Alexander as Lafayette walked up the stairs, “Have fuuuun!”
Lafayette shot a glare over his shoulder as he walked through the door. (Y/n) had gone back in to sit at their usual table, French textbook open in front of her. The sight of her brought a smile to Lafayette’s face, and the thought came to mind that it was kind of stupid to lie about his feelings for the girl. He was crushing on her hard, and he wasn’t hiding it well.
“Bonjour, mademoiselle (hello, miss),” he said, sitting in the chair beside her.
“Bonjour (hello),” she responded with that dazzling smile, “Ça va (how are you)?”
“Ça va très bien, maintenant.Et toi? (I’m doing very well, now. And you?)” he asked.
“Très bien (very well),” she replied.
“D’accord! Allons-nous commencer (Alright! Shall we begin)?”
It had been months now since school had started, and Lafayette was still trying hard to deny his obvious crush on (y/n). John, Hercules, and especially Alexander all thought it was hilarious and teased him about it constantly.
“So are you ever gonna ask her out? Or are you too scared of Alex?” Hercules questioned with a smirk as the group walked back from class.
“I’m not scared! And I’m not in love!” Lafayette defended himself.
“Whoa-ho, no one said anything about love! Are you in love with her, Laf?” John teased.
“Come on, Laf, living in denial like this can’t be healthy,” Alexander joked.
“Aren’t frères (brothers) supposed to be protective of their sœurs (sisters)?” Lafayette asked, glaring.
“Aw, but this is fun,” Alexander responded, grinning.
Just then, Alexander’s phone rang. He turned the screen to Lafayette to show that it was (y/n), waggling his eyebrows before answering it.
“Hey, (y/n), what’s up?” he asked.
There was silence as he listened to his sister talk, and then, “You already called a tow truck?”
This got the group’s attention, and Alexander whispered to them, “(Y/n)’s car broke down and it needs to be towed.”
There was another pause as he listened to (y/n).
“Yeah, okay. Where exactly are you?”
Suddenly, a scheming expression came over Alexander’s face and he shot a grin at Lafayette.
“You know what, I’m kind of in the middle of something right now. Would it be alright if I sent someone else- say Lafayette- to pick you up?”
Lafayette glared at Alexander and shook his head, but it was no use. Alexander was giving him a thumbs up and saying, “Alright, I’ll send him right away. Let me know when you’re back!”
He hung up the phone as the other two burst out laughing.
“There’s a damsel in distress awaiting you about twenty miles straight south on the highway, Laf,” he declared pocketing his phone.
“I hate you,” Lafayette responded, heading to the parking lot.
“Go get her, Lafayette!” John called out behind him.
“Thank you so much, Lafayette, I owe you!” (y/n) said for the third time as they sped down the highway back towards the school.
“(Y/n), it’s no problem,” Lafayette insisted, “I’m glad to help!”
“Yeah, well…thanks,” she said again.
Lafayette gave her a reassuring smile before focusing on the road. He was happy to help (y/n), of course, but his friends’ teasing kept playing over and over in his head. Maybe he really did need to stop denying his feelings.
“Hey, Laf? Are you okay?” (y/n) asked.
“Um, yeah. Pourquoi (why)?” Lafayette answered a little too quickly as he turned off into campus.
“You seem a little…anxious?” (y/n) said, leaning forward in her seat.
Lafayette remained silent, thinking for a moment.
“(Y/n), I need to talk to you about something,” he said finally.
“What is it?” (y/n) asked, sounding worried.
Lafayette pulled into the parking lot and parked the car before turning to face (y/n). Oh boy. Now was the time to do it. (Y/n)’s expression was concerned as she watched him closely.
“Look…(y/n)…” he began slowly, but (y/n)’s eyes urged him on, “You’re vraiment incroyable-I mean, really amazing- and tu me rends hereuse- I mean, you make me so happy- and I just can’t keep denying that je t’aime bien...I mean-!”
“Lafayette,” (y/n) cut him off, grinning from ear to ear, “It’s alright. I like you, too!”
“I…comment (what)?” Lafayette asked weakly.
“I like you, too,” she repeated, leaning towards him, “I thought you’d never notice!”
“I…I didn’t…” Lafayette said, understanding finally sinking in as he leaned forward, “But I’m glad to know.”
“Well, now that that’s settled,” (y/n) said in a soft voice, “Can I kiss you?”
Lafayette was only too happy to oblige. Leaning over the centre console of the car, he kissed her softly on the lips. The kiss was sweet and gentle. Both had been dreaming of this moment for so long, and it was perfect.
That is, until loud voices approached the car.
“Oh, they must be back, I wonder- whoa, what the hell?”
Lafayette and (y/n) pulled apart to find Alexander, John, and Hercules arriving at Lafayette’s open window.
“Whoa whoa whoa,” Alexander was saying to Lafayette in a warning voice, “Okay, look, this was funny when it was just you pining after her, but, guys…”
“Thanks, Alex,” (y/n) sang, leaning over Lafayette and rolling up the window.
Lafayette just gave Alexander a helpless shrug and turned smiling back to the girl who meant so much to him.
Superbe chambre d'hôtes avec vue sur la cathédrale et Notre dame de France (énorme statue dominant la ville issue du recyclage des canons de la bataille de Sebastopol). Accueil charmant : thé et pâtisserie …pour l'esprit “pèlerins” on verra demain. Visite de la très belle vielle ville sous une pluie glacée. Demain messe à 7h.
Perhaps one of the most remarkable sights in France, a chapel perched on a volcanic plug. This is the Rock of Aiguilhe, on the edge of the town of Puy en Velay, in the Auvergne. The Chapelle Saint-Michel has stood there for 1042 years, since Bishop Gothescalk had it built in 962 on his return from a pilgrimage to Santiago del Compostella in Galicia. In 1955 workers found relics under the alter that had been there since it was built.