I Came Upon A Lighthouse Pdf Download
Ronald Raynoso
Ratan Tata, himself known for his compassion for stray dogs, took note. Impressed, he not only decided to invest in the venture, but over the years became a mentor, boss and an unexpectedly dear friend to Shantanu.I Came Upon a Lighthouse is an honest, light-hearted telling of this uncommon bond between a millennial and an octogenarian that gives glimpses of a beloved Indian icon in a warm light.
In the book, Ratan Tata is the lighthouse. As a lighthouse serves as a beacon, a guiding light for navigational aid in the dark nights, so is Mr Tata. He was with Shantanu when needed, supporting him, guiding him and pushing him to move forward.
It was their shared empathy for homeless dogs that sparked an unlikely friendship. In 2014, Shantanu Naidu, an automobile design engineer in his early twenties, developed an innovation to save the local strays from being run over by speeding cars. Ratan Tata, himself known for his compassion for stray dogs, took note. Impressed, he not only decided to invest in the venture, but over the years became a mentor, boss and an unexpectedly dear friend to Shantanu.
Tata, himself known for his compassion for stray dogs, took note. Impressed, he not only decided to invest in the venture, but over the years became a mentor, boss and an unexpectedly dear friend to Naidu, inspiring new ventures and learnings.
This is a meticulously curated book by Shantanu Naidu and illustrated by Sanjana Desai. It is a short memoir of life with Ratan Tata and is probably the best book written on him yet. This book's title is like a magnet, and I can't help but be drawn to it. It paints Ratan Tata as a lighthouse, shining bright and steady in the midst of stormy seas, offering a glimmer of hope to all those lost in the darkness. It is not much of a biography where there is a description of his milestones or historical events , instead the world finally gets to see Ratan Tata's softer side, revealing the big brother and cool guardian angel within! The colors and shades of his personality shone bright as day, leaving us all giddy with excitement! This book isn't merely a narrative, but a poignant memoir that captures a range of emotions. This memoir delves into a profound friendship that transcends age and it was their shared empathy and mutual compassion for homeless dogs that led to an unexpected bond between them.
So I was about 2 miles down, rounding the corner of the furthest part of the beach that you can see from where I started. I usually turn around when I get there, if I get there, which is rare. It feels natural to turn around once you get passed the furthest point you can see. But once you get passed that point, in this case, you can see a lighthouse.
Once he got to the Cove, he noticed a good size seal on the beach pretty far up. He came back up to the house to get some gloves, a broom and a few other things to see how we might get him back into the water. He found phone signal and looked up how to help a beached seal. First thing they said was to be careful as they will bite. By the time we got back down there, he was just swimming away, but there was a small powerboat in the Cove and a man standing on the beach!
Back up to the house to get ready for the day. We had several large groups today. Usually there is a couple of people in the group who have been here before bringing new friends to come and enjoy the beauty of Seguin. When we have a bright sunny day, you can catch some amazing pictures in the Tower as the sunlight comes through the lens and creates a prism on a wall or the floor. Today was one of them! The capability of the whiz bang cameras on the phones today seem to enhance the brightness and intensity of the colors in the prism. These were taken around mid-day today.
Mosquitoes were going in my mouth, my nose, my ears. I waved my arms and hands around my head and ran down the trail like a crazy person. Only to find, that once again, the lighthouse was locked. I still have yet to go inside a lighthouse and I had about 1,000 red welts beginning to form all over my body. The mystery of the open to the public-hours of the lighthouse will have to be solved on another trip. Perhaps in a different season. Third time is definitely not the charm.
On the night of the 23d of October, 1868, the rival vessels were making their customary trips. That night, though cloudy and with occasional spits of rain, was not very dark nor windy. The sea was open and comparatively smooth. About midnight, the wind being north-northeast, the North Hampton approached New Haven, and by the captain's order steered straight east-northeast for the New Haven lighthouse; a right course apparently for her to steer when about to enter the harbor. She soon saw the lights of a steamer, which she inferred, and rightly, was the Continental coming down and out of the harbor. After the Continental came down the harbor, she changed her course to go down the Sound towards New York. "When she first changed her course," said the captain of the North Hampton, who was examined as a witness, "she headed directly for the North Hampton, which," said he, "I could tell by her range of lights, they being exactly in range after she got her course." He continued:
Notwithstanding this the two steamers came violently together, the Continental striking the North Hampton on her port side a little abaft midships, nearly square on, and running through her in such a way that she went down in half an hour; her passengers just escaping with their lives.
as near as I can remember. The North Hampton blew one whistle again, directly after. I was then in the act of hoisting the lights at that time. After hoisting up the lights I saw the Continental coming for us, and I ran forward on starboard side. I got part of the way forward, when the vessels came together and the concussion knocked me down."
As already mentioned, the Continental was starboarded under the impression that the North Hampton was a sailing vessel, and with a view of keeping out of her way. The North Hampton being in fact a steamer, and knowing that the approaching vessel was one, ported. A collision came of course.
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[Access article in PDF] Chatham Light, and: Eel at Market, and: Why McGarry Aidan Rooney-Céspedes for Beth Chatham Light Earlier, on bikes, we'd stopped to watch
the sun discern the cut glass of a wedding.
Such an array. The flutes already seemed
indelicately to want to break
the sequence, raise a toast right then to sun,
the sea, themselves, and this soft sand we find
our selves conforming to.
The bride and groom
are done now, performing their I dos and,
whilst we rode the coast, bathed, dined, the wedding
has wound down beneath the Tennis Club marquee.
Near-distant repartee relaxes to
small talk the odd, light flap of canvas pays
no attention to. All chin and clink
of glass are done, and blue clay cools on courts
tomorrow's first-come, rakish birds will scuff. The lighthouse only seems to seek us out.
It sieves the sand in swooping revolutions,
assails the uncontested betweenness
of tide. Some kids a ways along the beach
traipse to form their own non-search party.
The early summer cottage set. A sweet whiff
of their light disaffection carries
to where we take turns turning to the sky's high
spirit miscellany of stars. So trite
to note how bright they are, how limitless-
ly they stretch. And yet we do. Their glow
illumines what few wisps of cloud are left
to disentangle then evaporate. [End Page 276]
The sun-warmed sand has kept its heat for us
to make this form we do not settle in.
How separate, continual, blood is,
cycling around the shape that makes the heart.
A muscle. The size of your fist. Can love
be that? Or the first, slightest sign of it?
On a morning jog later in the week, I came upon a scooter-rental business. Hoping for one more adventure, my husband and I rented a 150cc Kymco that afternoon and buzzed around the local roads, up and down the coast.
Heading back west, we gathered with a few locals near a lighthouse on land that jutted south into the Pacific. As the sun set, it bathed seaside cliffs in orange light. We returned the next morning before sunrise on our last morning in Huatulco.
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