Rum is a distilled alcoholic beverage made from sugarcane byproducts, such as molasses, or directly from sugarcane juice, by a process of fermentation and distillation. The distillate, a clear liquid, is then usually aged in oak barrels.
The majority of the world's rum production occurs in the Caribbean and Latin America. Rum is also produced in Austria, Spain, Australia, New Zealand, Fiji, Hawaii, the Philippines, India, Reunion Island, Mauritius, South Africa, Taiwan, Thailand, Japan, the United States and Canada.
Rums are produced in various grades. Light rums are commonly used in cocktails, whereas "golden" and "dark" rums were typically consumed straight or neat, on the rocks, or used for cooking, but are now commonly consumed with mixers. Premium rums are also available, made to be consumed either straight or iced.
Rum plays a part in the culture of most islands of the West Indies as well as in The Maritimes and Newfoundland. This beverage has famous associations with the Royal Navy (where it was mixed with water or beer to make grog) and piracy (where it was consumed as bumbo). Rum has also served as a popular medium of economic exchange, used to help fund enterprises such as slavery (see Triangular trade), organized crime, and military insurgencies (e.g., the American Revolution and Australia's Rum Rebellion).
Rumā was the wife of Sugrīva. She is mentioned in Book IV (Kishkindha Kanda) of Ramayana. Ruma was taken away from Sugrīva by Vāli following the strife of two royal Vānara brothers. Later, the fact of Rumā being withheld by Vāli became the primary justification of Rama's slaying Vāli and helping Sugrīva to become the sovereign of Kishkindha. When accused by Vāli of lowly, treacherous and unexpected assassination from the shades by Rama's arrow, Rāma says his assassination was a just punishment for the sin Vāli committed when he robbed Sugrīva of Rumā, his legally wedded spouse, and used her for his own pleasure.
Årum is a village in the north-eastern part of Fredrikstad municipality, Norway.
Coordinates: 59°16′N 11°07′E / 59.267°N 11.117°E / 59.267; 11.117
Desolate fields, the perfect landscape
So cold, so dark, so gray ....
Just the shadow of a coming kingdown
To be built from the ashes of wisdom
The power of the one who transcend the boundaries of life and death
A new world of hate
The creation of an order from chaos
The cradle of reason, of passion,
Of purity, of lust, of pleasure and pain
So i meet my fate at arum's majestic gates
Perished tears i shed
My beloved idyll, that was always inside me
Barren the seed of my hope long forgotten
Drowned im my turmoil of fate
Still i yearn still a mild dream
Gently weeps the rain
Fallen in sorrow