Even in Sorrow Life is Sweet, Life is Sweet

"I was a poet and a grand gentleman, I fell in love;"*
I fell in the pit
I couldnt wake up
My wings were broken
And I crawled and crawled and caught the reed
and piping the songs of eternal sorrows.

'Even in sorrow life is sweet; life is sweet".*

*(Dostoevsky,Notes From Underground)

On Silences and Loneliness

Silence and loneliness are my continuous partner.
I photographed them with me many a long years back!
When I have the two, I don't need any.
I'm desperately alone in the crowd-
And I'm crowded with silences and loneliness.

I learned not to mind the silences.


8:21pm, Sun 18 11 12
@ My Cave of Hera
"Cliffs are lonely" -
Dr. Monmohan Singh
Prime Minister, India

Who Are Friends

Friends are those who keep his anger aside from his friend
Friends are those who understand misunderstandings
Friends are those with whom no network needed
They talk by the vibration
They see themselves closing eyes
They feel themselves without being in touch
Friends are those who never say goodbye
Friends are those who don't make one anger the last
They accept such angers, misunderstanding may come again and again.

09:36pm, Mon 19 11 12

Age of Heroes, Heroism, Code of Conduct and their Urge for Immortality

It was a great age of heroes and warriors. They deserved special place in the society. And all other persons of the society used to see them in an admirable eyes. And the heroes also had to maintain certain code of conducts. They had to come into the rescue of the race and nation when any crisis or danger fell upon them. They even went outside their country to win more glory by fighting with the enemies of the neighboring countries.
In doing so heroes risked their life to the maximum.
They even ended up with their valuable life. After their death the ritual used to go for many days and all of the members of the society used to take part in the mourning process. The greater the hero was the greater the monument would be. The monuments were built nearby the sea so that far away from the land they could be seen by people on the sea. Their urge for immortality and name and fame was noteworthy and clearly manifested in their works.

Nostalgic

All the characters from my childhood hovered around me today(yesterday) in my dream.

Iqbal, my comrade and a dashing cricketar
Delu, the cool batsman, gentle, slow but steadfast,
Tipu, the swift runner the rebel against me ,
They came to me with the ball, bat and stamps,
asked me to be hurry-
"Hurry up! It's time! Hurry up ! It's time!"
Time is going,
Lets go captain!
Lets go captain!
Time is now
Lets play hard
Lets play tough
Lets play fine.
The opposition/enemy is in the field now-


09:36am, Mon 12 11 12

Beowulf : Socio-political Scenario Presented in it

Beowulf has often been mined for historical information. Rather more rarely have historians applied their expertise to the elucidation of the poem's literary qualities.
Recent scholarship has tended to see Beowulf as less romantic and more sophisticated than earlier scholarship did; it has de-emphasized folklore, mythology, and legendary history as preferred contexts for reading Beowulf in favor of the social and political life of Anglo-Saxon England itself.
The evidence of the Anglo-Saxons' own interest in the poem lies chiefly in the manuscript itself. It is of the late tenth or early eleventh century, a long time after the composition of the poem, which is usually thought to have taken place no later than the eighth century.
The way in which battles and war, the favourite occupation of our antiquity, are described deserves our attention before all else. There is something glorious in every battle-scene. Wolf, eagle and raven with joyous cry go forward in the van of the army, scenting their prey.
In Old English poetry the wolf, the eagle and the raven occur as satellites of battle some sixteen times in all. Wherever they come they convey the expectation of slaughter.
The Beowulf poet uses the same imagery at the end of the speech which near the end of the poem foretells the destruction of the Geatish nation now that Beowulf is dead.

The society, as in all heroic poetry, is aristocratic; there is no attempt to envisage a whole people. Even within its limits the picture is fragmentary, and we have but a partial account of matters connected with warfare, the business and occupation of king and retinue. There is no description of their habitual acts and employment. Except incidentally there is no reference to hunting, riding in contest, amusements and the like; the ordinary facts of life are taken for granted, likewise the familiar surroundings.
The hall is not described nor its contents. Feasting is mentioned, so unlike Homer, except in the most general terms. Drinks, especially wine, are just named, and wine was common in sixth-century England, known but hardly common in Scandinavia. The vessels too are named only in a general way, sincfaet, sele-ful, wunderfatu. Richly ornamented and costly bowls were certainly known, but the commoner sort of dish does not come in at all; nor does silver or glass, though a costly Anglo-Saxon goblet of glass was made, valued and exported. Everything specifically indicated is gold. Tapestries are mentioned...

Truth is a Fearful Friend

Truth is a fearful friend
It drives away all of your closer friends-
Your dear family, your friends so dear, your friends of past, present and even future
You turn into a solitary reaper
'as solitary as that of a savage.'
Harvesting your own crops-
ploughing, digging, collecting, gathering with the same hands
day and night
morning and evening
waking and sleeping.
'Every decent man of our age must be a coward and a slave.
That is his normal condition.'


11:48pm, Mon 19 11 12
Drafted @ Central Library
Edited @Lalbagh