Favourite Poems

November 30, 2004 at 10:02 am | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Favourite Poems

1. Ozymandias of Egypt

To date, am yet to meet a person who has a little interest in poetry and has read Ozymandias, and remains unimpressed by it. The tone is stark, just like the desert it is set in. And Shelley’s very vivid descriptions of the statue of Ozymandias are nothing short of awesome. You can actually see the statue in front of your eyes.


Ozymandias

I MET a traveller from an antique land

Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,

Half sunk, a shatter’d visage lies, whose frown

And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamp’d on these lifeless things,

The hand that mock’d them and the heart that fed.

And on the pedestal these words appear:

“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!”

Nothing beside remains: round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,

The lone and level sands stretch far away.

2. WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be – John Keats

Keats is absolutely my favorite poet ever! And its tough picking up just one of his poems! Amongst the most famous of the romantics, Keats was renowned for his focus on beauty of language, imagery & rhyme. His Odes are excellent.

This is one of his lesser known poems, but one that I found very moving. Keats was barely 25 when he died of consumption (and a broken-hear?).

WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be

Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,

Before high pil`d books, in charact’ry,

Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;

When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,

Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,

And feel that I may never live to trace

Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;

And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!

That I shall never look upon thee more,

Never have relish in the faery power

Of unreflecting love;—then on the shore

Of the wide world I stand alone, and think,

Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.

3. Stopping by the woods on a Snowy evening – Robert Frost

Given popular appeal by Jawaharlal Nehru, who was particularly fond of the last para –

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

4. Home They Brought the Warrior Dead

I had this poem in my English syllabus when I was in Class Eight, I think. I really like it then. Now, I find it slightly melodramatic/maudlin. Slightly long – it can be accessed at: http://eir.library.utoronto.ca/rpo/display/poem2178.html

5. The Tiger – William Blake

This is an amazing poem – http://www.bartleby.com/101/489.html

Tiger, tiger, burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

6. Abou Ben Adhem – Leigh Hunt

A nice (can’t call it excellent) poem by a rather mediocre poet. Hunt was the contemporary and good friend of Keats, but falls way shot of the brilliance of the latter. Methinks he owes his claim to fame merely on this one poem. http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/153.html

More to come- started writing this while in office- and cant recollect all of the poems that I really like & enjoy – should be updating this soon enough.

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"I don’t have an attitude problem. You have a perception problem"

November 25, 2004 at 9:49 am | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment
This was the appended signature line in one of the mails I got today- and I definitely had to blog about it. Talk about a childish, arrogant, stupid line! If I have a perception problem, this stupid line is not likely to make me realize that. On the other hand, it does emphasise that you (the writer or the giver or this little missive) have a MAJOR attitude problem. Whats with junta that they have to run behing high-sounding lines, without actually noticing that they mean nothing?? This particular piece of ancient wisdom is so annoying, I can’t even laugh at it or at the person who sent it to me!!
Blah! So there!! :))

Thats me!

November 22, 2004 at 6:49 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments

Created a cartoon image of myself, dont remember where – check it out!

http://flickr.com/photos/aish/

PS- How representative do you think it really is????

I met Sudeep

November 19, 2004 at 9:08 am | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

On TV, last week! I don’t know if you watch The Big Ticket on Headlines Today- but there she was! Did you have a sex-change without informing me, by any chance, Sudeep? Because if you did, and if you then aged about 15 years, and got into Film Reviews, there you were! Tearing the weeks relases (Naach, Aitraz) absolutely to pieces!!

But seriously, the she reminded me so much of Sudeep! The mannerisms, the acidic comments, the self-contained, restrained, yet confident manner…

Anyway. Hope I get to meet you in the flesh this weekend!

A very strange conversation…

November 19, 2004 at 8:50 am | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Conversation Initiator – My latest book from the British Council- A biography of Leonardo da Vinci by Sigmund Freud

Conversation of Aish (A) with X:

X (Noticing two books on my desk): What are you reading?

A- Stony silence (I don’t answer obvious qns- X can read English. I hope.).

X: (Picking up the Freud): Hey, so you like Sigmund Freud?

A : Actually, I like Leonardo (Like?? That’s a *&#))% understatement!)

X : Oh…

X: Freud is kinda kinky (My, my! X is wasting time at PSL when s/he should be spending time publishing her thesis on Freud! Forgive my impertinence, but how many books of Freud have you actually read?)

I have heard ppl calling Freud all sorts of things, but this is the first time I have come across “kinky”. Anyone would think he owned sex-toy shop or something.

Sniff! (And that’s a disdainful sniff, FYI)

Why I shouldn’t have read Umberto Eco

November 10, 2004 at 4:21 am | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

I really shouldn’t have. Umberto Eco has ruined all other authors for me! Where I might really have liked The Da Vinci Code & would probably have loved The Rule of Four, I end up being annoyed with the former, and merely satisfied with the latter. Yes, am in the process of finishing The Rule of Four. Started it weeks ago- was determined not to buy the darn book. At 500, I thought it was a pretty steep buy. But theres this itch to read that book- I guess only another book lover can understand that – I was going to Landmark and spending between 1 &2 hrs there every week just to read this book. Finally got bugged last week, and bought. By rights, I should have been charged only 2/3rd of the cost, as I had finished a third at LM, but did not think the Landmark guys would have the wisdom to understand that! I don’t celebrate Christmas, but this could be a nice gift for myself for Diwali, don’t you think: 😉

10 pages of The Rule of Four left- gotta a finish, and I am in office!!

My Favourite Memories of Arjun

November 1, 2004 at 8:47 am | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment
Found in my drafts – why did I not post this earlier? Its been in the drafts for nearly 3 years now
1. A screaming, wailing, hungry one month-old baby quietened down by an adoring aunt simply by walking him up and down
2. A 1.2 year old forming the word “Athithi” (Aishu Chithi)
3. A 1 year old going gaga over a “dada” (lorry). and refusing to come down once made to sit on the driver’s seat of one.
4. Being outwitted by a 2.5 year old in hiding – I couldnt find him, and almost had a heart attacking imagining him lost in the big bad city of Bombay- Turned out he was hiding right outside the door. The relief I had upon hearing juni calling “Aishu Chithi” after desperately searching for him for 10 minutes is pretty much unmatched. Turns out he tired of waiting to be found out! (Thank god!).
5. Listening to a 3 year-old recounting ‘Jack and the beanstalk’ – “Feee FIEEEE Fo FuMM- I smelly somebody ‘ere!”
6. A two year old trying to show me “A star teacher has drawn on my hand” over the phone!
7. The first time I left bangalore for Madras, and he cried – “Aishu Chithi, why do you have to go? Dont go”.
8. The first time I went to bangalore after I got married – no welcome is as good as that of two very enthusiastic children jumping up and down outside the door, just waiting for you to reach!

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