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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 !

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Simone Veil ou le sens d’une vie
Son combat ne se réduit pas aux droits des femmes, il a une portée universelle. Comme les autres survivants des camps, Simone Veil a tiré de cette expérience une leçon philosophique : l’idée qu’il faut refuser toute dégradation de la vie, toute humiliation de l’homme.

A entendre l’unanimité qui s’élève dans notre pays pour saluer la personnalité exceptionnelle que fut Simone Veil et la décision prise par le président Macron de l’accueillir au Panthéon, on oublie l’âpreté des combats qui furent les siens et la manière dont ils se poursuivent aujourd’hui. Il est d’autant plus important de les replacer dans le contexte philosophique et politique de l’époque que ceux-ci nous éclairent sur l’importance du message qu’elle nous lègue face aux dangers de régression que nous connaissons aujourd’hui. Son action est inséparable, tous l’ont rappelé, de l’expérience de la déportation et des camps de concentration, et si le président Macron oublia de rappeler que c’est en tant que juive qu’elle eut à les subir, nul ne peut dire quel aurait été son parcours si elle n’y avait rencontré ce que rappelait Robert Antelme dans l’Espèce humaine : le fait que les nazis n’aient jamais réussi à briser l’humanité des déportés.

Ce qui n’a pas assez été rappelé, c’est la leçon philosophique que Simone Veil a tirée de cette expérience, l’idée que la vie ne se résume pas à produire une conduite individuelle ou collective, morale ou légale, mais qu’elle commande de se préoccuper de sa dimension éthique. On a ainsi trop vite limité son combat au seul féminisme, réduisant à une moitié de l’humanité ce qu’elle concevait au plan de l’universel. Qu’elle ait lutté pour les droits des femmes, notamment des femmes algériennes, dans le cadre de ses premières activités de magistrate, c’est qu’il lui paraissait insupportable de voir la vie humaine profanée en tant que telle. On lit à travers son action le sens que les survivants donnèrent à leur combat : refuser toute dégradation de la vie, l’humiliation de l’homme au sens où Primo Levi l’entend dans Si c’est un homme. Car ce que nous disent les survivants passés par les camps de la mort, c’est que l’extermination emporte dans son abaissement non seulement les victimes, mais les bourreaux eux-mêmes. Ainsi faut-il comprendre le sens de l’engagement européen de Simone Veil et de sa main tendue immédiatement après-guerre aux Allemands.

C’est sans doute cette décision de considérer que la gestion de la vie revenait désormais à l’homme, pleinement conscient de sa tâche, qui fait l’unité des combats qui furent les siens. Elle rejoignait ici une poignée de scientifiques et de médecins qui se retrouvèrent au sortir de la guerre pour poser ensemble les pierres qui jalonnent les étapes de ce que l’on a coutume de nommer «la libération de la femme». Il ne s’agit plus alors d’opposer, comme ce fut longtemps le cas, la vie à la mort, ni d’aborder la question du point de vue de la démographie, à la manière d’Alfred Sauvy, chantre de l’idéologie nationaliste, dont se réclameront en 1974 les opposants à l’avortement, mais d’affirmer que seule vaut d’être vécue une vie dont l’humanité est reconnue et librement exercée. Le silence coupable de l’Eglise, la faiblesse des gouvernements démocratiques et le consentement de leurs peuples face à l’existence des camps et à la volonté de génocide mise en actes par le régime nazi les avaient disqualifiés pour revendiquer la direction du salut de leurs semblables.

Il revenait alors à quelques individus de reprendre le flambeau. Juifs, communistes pour certains, tous issus de la Résistance, ils sortent de la guerre convaincus que la vie ne vaut pas en elle-même, mais pour ce que les vivants en font. Simone Veil fut aux côtés de ceux-là, scientifiques renommés, marchant sur les traces de la révolution scientifique initiée par les travaux de Crick, Watson et Wilkins, autour de la découverte de la double hélice des acides nucléiques, médecins libres-penseurs, gynécologues-obstétriciens, et endocrinologues. Ils ont pour nom François Jacob, Jacques Monod, André Lwoff du côté des savants, Fernand Lamaze, Jean Dalsace, Pierre Simon, Pierre Velay, Etienne-Emile Baulieu, Henri Fabre, du côté des médecins.

Entrés en dissidence dès le début des années 50 face à la bien-pensance d’une société qui, sous couvert de morale, laisse les femmes mourir et souffrir, ils sont engagés dans un combat frontal contre l’ordre des médecins, hérité de Vichy, et entreprennent de convaincre des forces politiques alors peu informées et prisonnières des schémas anciens. Ils importeront en France les techniques de l’accouchement sans douleur, mettront en place les techniques de contraception, feront voter la loi sur l’interruption de grossesse avant de réfléchir aux problèmes liés à la procréation médicalement assistée et à l’euthanasie. Et s’ils trouvent, en 1967, le relais de Lucien Neuwirth pour coucher dans le marbre de la République les progrès accomplis, c’est que ce grand résistant a, lui aussi échappant à la mort, mis sa vie au service d’une vision de l’humain.

Il faut rappeler aujourd’hui les risques que prirent ces pionniers de la contraception et de l’avortement. Soumis nuit et jour aux insultes, risquant la condamnation et la prison chaque fois qu’ils ramenaient d’Angleterre les contraceptifs sur le sol français, menacés jusque dans leur vie, ils tinrent ferme, convaincus que médecine et société ne pouvaient aller l’une sans l’autre. Il faut se souvenir que ceux-là mêmes qui traitèrent Simone Veil de nazie sur les bancs de l’Assemblée furent ceux qui traitèrent le Dr Pierre Simon de Hitler en première page du Monde.

Pourquoi rappeler ces combats ? Parce qu’ils donnent leur ampleur au message que nous lègue Simone Veil, à savoir que la mémoire n’est pas seulement faite d’héritage, mais se construit au présent. Parce qu’ils nous enseignent que rien n’est jamais définitif et que les régressions politiques, qu’elles viennent d’extrême droite ou d’extrême gauche, font souvent écho aux régressions qu’entérine le corps social, en l’occurrence aujourd’hui une essentialisation de l’homme qui le ramène à ce que la nature a de plus trivial. L’élection d’un Trump aux Etats-Unis, le score réalisé par le Front national, la force politique d’un mouvement comme Sens commun doivent nous alerter. Si l’exemple de Simone Veil a autant compté, c’est parce qu’elle savait que la vie n’est sacrée que parce qu’elle porte au plus haut l’humanité de l’homme.

Gaffe

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.

  • me: ok my ideal france vacation
  • me: montreuil sur mer > arras > meaux > montfermeil > paris > somewhere north with good cheese > guernsey > nantes for the hell of it > poitiers > la rochelle > limoges > bordeaux > coubeyrac > bergerac > cahors > montauban > toulouse > carcassonne > montpellier > nîmes > aix en provence > marseille > toulon > cannes > nice > mougins > digne > valence > grenoble > lyon > le puy en velay > clermont-ferrand > orléans > paris
  • me: also it's a road trip over the course of a summer
  • tama: hahaha
  • tama: nice
  • me: yes that is on the list!
No Use Denying (Lafayette x Reader)

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.

Smooth.

“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.

“I was wondering if you were gonna make it!”

“(Y/n)!” Lafayette called, countenance immediately brightening, “Oui, I’m coming!”

(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.

“Shut up!”

“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.