Supply And Fixing Of Cctv Cameras In Internal Road Tender Notice 23241331 MC
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Supply And Fixing Of Cctv Cameras In Internal Roads Of Naya Nangal
INR 33000.00 /-
INR 16.50 Lakhs /-
Name of Work: S/F of CCTV Cameras in Internal roads of Naya Nangal
S/F of CCTV Cameras in Internal roads of Naya Nangal BI01010001010000000000000515BI0100001113 1 Nos lizaborstlap – heart prints
woensdag (tussen twee counselling sessies) is daar iemand by die hek hallo ma ek kom nie kuier nie ek is hier vir ‘n ruiltransaksie sy skuif haar masker eenkant toe gee vir my ‘n toegeknoopte sak ek is hier vir ma se naaimasjien só kan ek nie meer sukkel nie ek haal my … Continue reading die ruiltransaksie
Dit het weereens ‘n ruk gevat om hier te kom. Eintlik het dit ‘n landswye lock-down geneem om my tot stilte te kry. Ek het baie verander, die manier hoe ek oor goed dink het ‘n nuwe vorm aangeneem. Ek bevraagteken myself steeds, ek bevraagteken my koers… maar vandag was vir my mooi. Elke keer … Continue reading stil saterdag
it is such a grand thing to be a mother of a mother that’s why the world calls her a grandmother jou pa en ma het my lankal laat weeten ek moes jou snoesigweligin my hart laat groeiek het die dae getelwat later wekeen nou maande geword hethoe kan my hart jou langer omsluit? jy … Continue reading hallo ma, ons is nou drie
ek onthou eendag lank gelede toe ek my eie gastehuis bedryf het was die kamers vol en ek was alleen op die werf in my haas het my voet aan die plaveisel vasgehaak en toe ek neerslaan nerf af het ek net so bly lê toe ek opkyk toe sien ek die mooi tuin en … Continue reading nerf af
haai jy daar, sê sy vir myhoe gaan dit vandag met jou?dis eers toe ek opkyk dat ek sien dis ‘n engelek loop tot teenaan haar harten praat en praat en praattoemaar, sê syek voel ook soms maar soek het juis gister gewonder wat die sin van die lewe ismeer spesifiek my lewe, maar noudat … Continue reading die engel
“we learn the rope of life by untying its knots…”Jean Toomer as mens se besigheid buite beheer groeidan maak jy jou majou assistentsoop ‘n sonnige middag in junieop my lekker stoepbuig my kind oor myen sy leer my knoop ek wil vere en skulpe hier by myne inknoop, sê eknog nie, sê sy ma leer … Continue reading die assistent
as jou dae swanger is van verwagtingen jy nie jou woorde kan vind nieas jy jouself in die tussen-in bevinddan praat ‘n vriendin nie baie niesy doen wat sy weet jou hartbymekaar gaan hou haai liewe liza sê syhet jy reeds ‘n kaartjie vir Michael W Smithof kan ek jou saamnooi?ek wil graag hê jy … Continue reading ek noem jou my vriend
19 Maart 2018 Ons gaan vandag na die Great Buddha Monastery toe. Met ons aankoms kan ons die chanting hoor. Random beauty… Gerhard sê hy dink skielik aan Daniël en sy drie vriende. Ons praat oor geloof, toewyding en eindig by ons Almagtige God. Ek was vandag hier. Ek het op die trappies gesit en … Continue reading incense and offerings
Sondag uitstappie en dis die eerste keer wat ons al drie saam is.
Vandag gaan ons kyk vir ‘n Camino rugsak vir my en Gerhard se verjaarsdag geskenk.
Die strate lewe en ons begin by argeologiese opgrawings.
Dis eers as ek die datums lees dat dit behoorlik by my insink hoe oud hierdie samelewing is.
Built during the Han period (917~971) and replaced by the Song dynasty (1279 ~ 1368).
The original site is preserved and covered by glass panels.
Site of a City Gate Dating Back to the Seventh Century.
History tells it’s own story in this modern environment.
[Beijing Road Cultural Tourism Zone]
The amount of people moving all around us on an ordinary Sunday afternoon
Happy Trees and Happy People
Three Women in Conversation.
Ek geniet dit om met die winkeleienaars te barter. Met Whitney en Gerhard se hulp is daar genoeg Chinese woorde om alles verstaanbaar te maak.
Vandag is ‘n dag vir shopping en ek loop daar weg met my nuwe rugsak en nog ‘n paar items.
7 km op die fitbit.
Continue reading “ancient gates”
die onverwagse oorbelle die onverwagse pienk rokkie die onverwagse profetiese woorde die onverwagse hart oopmaak die onverwagse lagbuie die onverwagse kuier gisteraand die onverwagse gedig in my hande die onverwagse blydskap in my hart she let go she let go. without a thought or a word, she let go. she let … Continue reading onverwagse blessings
Sometimes you just need to talk to a four-year-old and an 84-year-old to understand life again. (Kristen Butler) I have been in a tug of war to write this article. It is easy to write when you have worked through your feelings, or when time has passed and healing has taken place. At this … Continue reading it’s okay if people don’t like you, most people don’t even like themselves
I used to feel uncomfortable when people asked me why I am estranged from my family. It is difficult to explain a life-long struggle in a few sentences. How do you describe the rejection and the hurt? How do you share openly without being judged? People with strong relational families find it hard to understand. … Continue reading let go… or be dragged
“We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.” Kurt Vonnegut I have often been fascinated by people’s perspectives; the fact that two people can look at the same thing or event and experience totally opposite emotions. I have seen siblings growing up in the same … Continue reading don’t look at me in that tone of voice!
11 April 2017 ek leer baie oor myself met hierdie gelopery en die mense wat nou en dan langs my loop óp voor my om die pad aan te dui te encourage uit te daag en dié wat agterna loop om seer te verwerk en soms te praat maar as ek alleen loop dan leer … Continue reading my camino droom
Waiting is definitely a test. It tests our patience and our loyalty. It tests our love and our mercy. Waiting is not for the weak. (Lee Young) I consider myself a patient person but waiting on God changed me forever. Waiting chiseled at my rough edges. It revealed to me my true character. It accentuated … Continue reading patience is also a form of action
Trials teach us what we are; they dig up the soil, and let us see what we are made of. Charles Spurgeon April 2006 She fell ill with a fever that I could not contain. I rushed her to hospital late at night and before we could gather our bearings, she was diagnosed with Chronic … Continue reading even so, it is well with my soul.
Self-harm and specifically cutting is a disturbing tendency – a growing addiction. Through caring counsellors God touches shattered lives and restores broken people to wholeness. Stories that spill from healing hearts are shared to bring hope to those suffering, and ultimately to glorify God. Continue reading the first cut
Those who receive face-to-face counselling at our Hope Centre are encouraged to write about their experiences. Stories that spill from healing hearts are shared on our blog to encourage and challenge others. Read snippets from the journal of a woman who describes herself as one of the walking wounded. Continue reading after abuse – the journey to self
Liza Borstlap 12 Augustus 2010 Ek voel elke dag ligter, daar is bande en strikke wat loskom en ek is dankbaar daarvoor. Dit is goed dat elke area in my lewe apart aangespreek word so dat ek nie iet… Source: die seisoen draai vir my Continue reading die seisoen draai vir my
I am a free soul, singing my heart out by myself no matter where I go and call strangers my friends because I learn things and find ways to fit them into my own world. I hear what people say, re-arrange it, take away and tear apart until it finds value in my … Continue reading ek sal sing!
In this world often people have to go to struggles and sometimes have to undergo big chocks to be placed in the reality of this life and to see and take an other crossroads. For the founder of this lifestyle magazine it took two near death experiences before he at… Continue reading Welcoming writing that can help to heal, to grow and to learn about ourself
ek weet nie hoe gratitude gebore word nie dalk is dit omdat jy jou hande oopmaak in hulle leegheid dat jou hart skalks uit desperaatheid die horison begin fynkam tot jy iets soos ‘n spikkel sien aankom dan vou jou hart oop om te ontvang dít wat die lewe jou onvoorwaardelik bied van daardie … Continue reading blydskap
urban legend: a story about an unusual event or occurrence that many people believe is true but that is not There is a certain tribe in Africa, called the Himba, and when a woman of the Himba tribe knows she is pregnant, she goes out into the wilderness with a few friends and together they … Continue reading urban legend
I realised I was afraid of saying no because my biggest fear is rejection. I was afraid that every time I did this, I would disappoint someone, make them angry, hurt their feelings or, appear unkind or rude. (Chantalle Gerber) The secret path to self-destruction…I wish I knew the origin…the exact moment where we lose … Continue reading sorry I’m late, I didn’t want to come
Posted on April 26, 2016 June 5, 2016
soms struikel die son
26 April 2016 as die hemele kan donder, dan kan ek ook as die reën kan val, dan kan ek ook iewers gaan die son weer skyn en na vandag kyk ek nooit weer terug nie there is something in me maybe something to be written; now it is folded, and folded, and folded, like … Continue reading soms struikel die son
Posted on April 21, 2016 June 5, 2016
vandag is ‘n kaalvoet dag (21 April 2016) isn’t it strange how quiet he goes by an ordinary life no one knows why just something that’s over it is nothing new a man just gone missed by few isn’t it strange we don’t know it seems so many moons the never-ending dreams but when he … Continue reading an ordinary life
Posted on April 20, 2016 June 5, 2016
Happiness cannot be travelled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude. (Denis Waitley) to be accused is to lose every time what you can hope to get is your liberty back that is all you can ever hope to get i want … Continue reading alledaags
Posted on April 1, 2016 June 5, 2016
I have often found myself at the crossroad. Decisions can be extremely liberating, or completely paralyzing. My heart seems to be very clear on the direction of my life, but my brain continually interrupts my progress. Arguments and alternative options. I want to make my decisions based on what my heart is saying without experiencing … Continue reading follow your heart, but take your brain with you.
She thought about truth. Her truth. She was battling to embrace the rumours – the gossip – that was tarnishing her name. She was suffering. The harsh words felt like a character assassination. She felt like her reputation was stolen from her. To make matters worse, the gossip about her was growing an audience. … Continue reading if it’s not your story to tell, you don’t tell it
Brokkies uit my lewe (2012 ~ 2015) 4 Julie 2013 Ja Liza, en het jy lekker vakansie gehad? Ja Isak dankie, hele dag agter die son aangeskuif. Dan was jy seker maar die Sondrywer lag hy, terwyl hy die denkbeeldige stuurwiel draai en sy dreadlocks om sy gesig wip… 27 Mei 2013 Ek vra … Continue reading brokkies
Posted on February 24, 2016 June 5, 2016
“Solitude matters, and for some people it is the air that they breathe.” – Susan Cain 24 Februarie 2016 ek het vandag ma se mooi hangertjie om my nek gesit en aan ma gedink partymaal as ek met die real issues deal van mense wat deur my lewe loop val my hart oop ~ onwillekeurig … Continue reading simplify
Posted on February 22, 2016 June 5, 2016
It is now that my life is mine I’ve got this short time on earth And my longing has brought me here All I lacked and all I gained And yet it’s the way that I chose My trust was far beyond words That has shown me a little bit Of the heaven … Continue reading om voluit te lewe
Ek wou al lankal ietsie skryf, want mens kan só gou vergeet. ek onthou… Jy is die appel van Sy oog Hoe jy sonder ophou bid, vra dat die Here met jou moet praat…of iets. Net sodat jy kan weet Hy hoor jou, want die stilte slaan oral vas. Teen jou mure, teen jou dak … Continue reading altyd maar op pad
Life happens. We encounter realities despite the fact that we pursue the mystical perfect life. Perfection is the belief that if we live perfect, look perfect and act perfect, we can minimize or avoid the pain of blame, judgement and shame. Brené Brown I realized that I had two choices. I could drown myself … Continue reading imperfection is a form of freedom
Relationship I love silence. Solitude. A place where I can connect with nothing, and with God. A sacred space where I can talk to my Father that I can’t see, but I can feel. A small circle where I can be influenced without saying a single word. But, this kind of relationship requires my presence. … Continue reading in His presence
Posted on November 28, 2015 June 5, 2016
The journey through mortality will take you all over the place. You’ll go through career phases, successes, and disappointments. You’ll love and hate, rage and plead, suffer and enjoy. It’s a long trip, and the terrain is spectacularly varied. The one thing that will never change is that always, in every single moment, your … Continue reading pathfinder
Posted on November 11, 2015 June 5, 2016
eu·lo·gy a speech or piece of writing that praises someone or something highly, typically someone who has just died Mense sê die mooiste goed wanneer dit te laat is. Hoe sal ek weet hoe julle regtig oor my voel as julle dit sê oor bosse blomme en ‘n swygende graf. Sê my liewer nou sodat … Continue reading die eulogy
It was way back in 1999 that I watched the Oprah Winfrey show and she spoke about gratitude. Here is the gift of gratitude. In order to feel it, your ego has to take a backseat. What shows up in its place is greater compassion and understanding. Instead of being frustrated, you choose appreciation. And … Continue reading gratitude
Posted on October 20, 2015 June 5, 2016
on rest… Come to Me Get away with Me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me – watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with Me … Continue reading onder engele
Posted on October 7, 2015 June 5, 2016
‘n tyd om weg te stap…
Every person has their own reality and their own story. By respecting that, you bring dignity to their lives. Dit beteken dat ek ‘n storie het, my eie realiteit. Om my waarheid te respekteer bring die sin van my lewe aan die lig. Dit maak alles beter. Sinvol. Vandag is net ‘n perfekte lentedag. I … Continue reading ‘n tyd om weg te stap…
It was a defining moment. I remember looking at myself in the mirror. I knew that the brokenness was gone, I couldn’t see the hurt. I knew that my previous self had overstayed her welcome. She was leaving. It was a new experience for me. I had had no problem leaving people, belongings or dreams … Continue reading grace
Posted on September 30, 2015 June 5, 2016
Becoming our authentic selves, and knowing what that looks like, is a journey~ the longest we will ever take. 1 Augustus 2011 Vandag wil ek skryf oor journeys. En hoe ek die afgelope maande nog duideliker besef het wat ek nié wil doen nie. Dit is clarity. Ek wil nie my hoop op positiewe mense … Continue reading journeys
We cross our bridges as we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that once our eyes watered. (Tom Stoppard) She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a … Continue reading memoirs van ‘n gebreekte hart
Posted on September 18, 2015 June 5, 2016
‘n dagboek inskrywing 15 June 2006 vandag is ‘n eenkant~dag woorde boelie mekaar op my tong om stilte op te soek is vir my ‘n lafenis. ‘n recharge. Solitude and Silence… It is in deep solitude that I find the gentleness with which I can truly love my brothers. The more solitary I am the … Continue reading eenkant
‘n joernaal inskrywing 18 April 2000 Sy stop terwyl ek wag om te betaal. Haar kar is effens verweerd, hy spring uit en hardloop na die agterkant van die kar. Sy sesjarige vingertjies begin die tou loswoel, sy ma klim uit…kaalvoet… Sy help hom om sy fiets uit die kattebak te haal en kyk hom … Continue reading weerskante
It is a crossroad. An intersection that I know well. A camping site where I wasted precious years of my life. The pivotal point of choosing between faith and fear. I waited. I cried. I felt offended. I was irritated with my circumstances. I held on to a myriad of grudges. When this did not … Continue reading crossroads
‘n memory 7 September 2010 Tydens worship kry ek goud, burned amber en new season. Iemand sing saam met my. Halleluja harmoniseer en dit tref my diep. My hart sing saam sonder dat daar ‘n noot uit my mond kom. Ek praat met die Here en sê vir Hom dat my hart sing vir Hom. … Continue reading vrede
Ek het altyd gedink dis moeilik om die lewe vas te hou… om jouself en jou goed veilig te hou. Dit is nie waar nie. Die moeilike dae is die oop-hand-dae… die vandag-laat-ek-alles-gaan-dae Let go… Klein woordjies met groot betekenis. Ek kyk nie meer om nie… behalwe as ek wil lag, of huil oor hoe … Continue reading kronkelpad
Posted on May 5, 2015 June 5, 2016
I loved my grandmother. She understood me – all of me. When my mom came down on me with sharp stinging words, she was the one that gave me a reassuring pat on the leg. When the dark clouds of my mom’s depression engulfed our home and I heard Strauss Waltzes coming down the driveway, … Continue reading taking time out
Don’t ever save anything for a special occasion being alive ís the special occasion Onderstebo. Dis hoe jy my na die lewe laat kyk. Uit ‘n ander hoek. Jy is die tweede kind, ek het gedink ek weet alles. Jy is my verrassing, my joy wat ek laag vir laag kan skil. Agter my en … Continue reading terloops…
Ek wou diep gaan grawe Mooi woorde oopkrap My klip-lippe inspan Om lofprysings te sing. Maar voor ek my kon kry Slaan alles toe soos ‘n boek. Ek sit myself laaste op die lys, Seker omdat ek self ‘n ma is En weerloos oop voor al my eie foute staan. (12 April 2015) As dit … Continue reading tweestryd
Posted on April 2, 2015 June 5, 2016
School holidays in our home were happy times. I allowed the children to build blanket houses underneath the dining room table and Lego cities all over the lounge carpet, tables and chair armrests. Days would go by with them playing, continuing their stories, army attacks and space missions. Then, out of the blue it would … Continue reading sanity