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   Standing Up For Yourself Summery To conquer my fear of Red, I trained with parallel bars and weights, slowly building my muscles. I recalled a book about ju-jitsu, a Japanese wrestling method that helps the weak defeat the strong. I traded a week’s ration card for a ju-jitsu textbook and practiced at home with two friends for three weeks. Then, I faced Red, who was playing cards with his lieutenants in our yard. Despite my fear, I kicked their cards, challenging him. Red, surprised, stood up and reached for his knuckle-duster, but I used a ju-jitsu move, jabbing him and making him collapse in pain. When he charged again, I grabbed his wrist, squeezed until he dropped the knuckle-duster, and he fell, crying. That day, Red lost his power over our street. I learned I didn’t need to fear the strong if I knew how to beat them with ju-jitsu, and that being a poet meant not just writing poems but also standing up for them. ଏହାର ଓଡ଼ିଆ ଅନୁବାଦ — Redଙ୍କୁ ନେଇ ମୋର ଭୟକୁ ଜିତିବା ପାଇଁ, ମୁଁ ...

 To overcome my fear of Red, I wrote a poem about him, my first piece of journalism in verse. By the next day, everyone on the street knew it and loved it, filled with hateful glee. One morning, on my way to school, Red and his lieutenants confronted me. His piercing eyes mocked me as he said, “Ah, the poet,” with a crooked smile, asking if my verses rhymed. Then, he pulled out his knuckle-duster, struck my head, and I fell, bleeding and unconscious—my first “reward” as a poet. I spent days in bed recovering. When I went out, head still bandaged, I saw Red again. Despite trying to be brave, I panicked and ran home. There, I lay on my bed, ashamed and furious at my cowardice, determined to conquer it no matter what. ରେଡ୍‌ ପ୍ରତି ମୋର ଭୟକୁ ଜିତିବା ପାଇଁ, ମୁଁ ତା’ ବିଷୟରେ ଗୋଟିଏ କବିତା ଲେଖିଲି—ଏହା ଥିଲା କବିତାରେ ଲେଖା ମୋର ପ୍ରଥମ ସାମ୍ବାଦିକ କାମ। ପରବର୍ତ୍ତୀ ଦିନ, ଗଲିରେ ସମସ୍ତେ ଏହାକୁ ଜାଣିଲେ ଏବଂ ପ୍ରେମ କଲେ, କିନ୍ତୁ ଏହି ପ୍ରେମ ଥିଲା ଘୃଣାଭରା ଆନନ୍ଦ ସହିତ। ଗୋଟେ ସକାଳେ, ବିଦ୍ୟାଳୟକୁ ଯାଉଥିବା ବେଳେ, ରେଡ୍‌ ଓ ତା’ର ସହକାରୀମା...

  Summery   Red, a 16-year-old boy, ruled our street. He was big, broad-shouldered, and walked confidently, like a sailor. With his cap backward, red hair falling over his face, and sharp green eyes, he looked intimidating. A few followers, also wearing caps backward, trailed him. Red would demand "money" from any boy, and his group would search their pockets. If anyone resisted, they’d get beaten up. Everyone, including me, feared Red because he carried a metal knuckle-duster.  Red ୧୬ ବର୍ଷର ଏକ ବାଳକ, ଆମ ଗଲିକୁ ଶାସନ କରୁଥିଲା। ସେ ବଡ଼, ଚଉଡ଼ା କାନ୍ଧର, ଏବଂ ଏକ ନାବିକଙ୍କ ପରି ଆତ୍ମବିଶ୍ୱାସରେ ଚାଲୁଥିଲା। ପଛକୁ ପିନ୍ଧିଥିବା କ୍ୟାପ୍‌, ମୁହଁ ଉପରେ ପଡ଼ିଥିବା ଲାଲ କେଶ, ଏବଂ ତୀକ୍ଷ୍ଣ ସବୁଜ ଆଖି—ସେକଥାକୁ ଦେଖିଲେ ଭୟ ଲାଗୁଥିଲା। ତାଙ୍କ ସହୋଗୀ କିଛି ବାଳକ, ସେମାନେମଧ୍ୟ ପଛକୁ କ୍ୟାପ୍‌ ପିନ୍ଧିଥିଲେ, ତାଙ୍କ ପଛରେ ଚାଲୁଥିଲେ। Red କୌଣସି ଲୋକଠାରୁ “ଟଙ୍କା” ଦାବି କରୁଥିଲେ, ଏବଂ ତାଙ୍କ ଦଳ ସେମାନଙ୍କ pockets ତଳାଶ କରୁଥିଲା। କେହି ବିରୋଧ କଲେ, ସେମାନେ ମାଡ଼ିଯାଉଥିଲେ। ସମସ୍ତେ। ମୁଁ ମଧ୍ୟ ଲାଲକୁ ଭୟ କରୁଥିଲୁ, କାରଣ ସେ ଏକ ଲୁହାର knuckle-duster ବୋହିଥାନ୍ତି। Broad-sh...

  Standing Up for Yourself  Summery In 1941, I lived alone in a quiet Moscow apartment. My parents were divorced; my father was in Kazakhstan with his new family, and I rarely heard from him. My mother, a former geologist, was singing for soldiers at the war front. With no parents around, I learned from the streets how to swear, smoke, spit, and fight. The streets also taught me to be fearless and stand up to stronger people, lessons I still carry today. 1941 ମସିହାରେ, ମୁଁ ଏକ ଶାନ୍ତ ମୋସ୍କୋ ଫ୍ଲାଟ୍‌ରେ ଏକାକୀ ରହୁଥିଲି। ମୋର ମା’-ବାପାଙ୍କର ବିବାହ ବିଚ୍ଛେଦ ହୋଇଥିଲା; ବାପା ତାଙ୍କର ନୂଆ ପରିବାର ସହିତ କାଜାକସ୍ଥାନରେ ଥିଲେ ଏବଂ ସେଠାରୁ ମୋ ପାଖକୁ ବହୁତ କମ୍‌ ଖବର ଆସୁଥିଲା। ମୋର ମା’, ଜଣେ ପୂର୍ବତନ ଭୂ-ବିଜ୍ଞାନୀ, ସେନାମାନଙ୍କ ପାଇଁ ସମ୍ମୁଖ ସୈନ୍ୟମୋର୍ଚ୍ଚରେ ଗୀତ ଗାଉଥିଲେ। ମା’-ବାପାଙ୍କୁ ଛାଡ଼ି ଏକାକୀ ହେବାରୁ, ମୁଁ ରାସ୍ତାରୁ ଗାଳି ଦେବା, ଧୂମପାନ କରିବା, ଥୁକିବା ଏବଂ ମାରାମାରି କରିବା ସିଖିଲି। ରାସ୍ତା ମୋତେ ନିର୍ଭୀକ ହେବା ଏବଂ ଶକ୍ତିଶାଳୀ ଲୋକଙ୍କ ସାମ୍ନାରେ ଦଣ୍ଡାୟମାନ ହେବାର ପାଠ ମଧ୍ୟ ପଢ଼ାଇଲା, ଯାହାକୁ ମୁଁ ଏବେ ପର୍ଯ୍ୟନ୍ତ ସଙ୍ଗେ ନେଇଛି। 👉 empty flat - an unoccupi...