Thursday, December 31, 2009

The Last Day in my Dear Diary!


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The year closes upon me. The dying year gives way to a new one. As I try to hold on to the fleeting time, I see myself assessing the past year’s importance in my life. The year was complete in itself with all ups and down, successes and failures, accomplishments and disappointments, laughter and tears. This amalgam of victory and defeat is what we call life.
I relived the whole year right from January 1, 2009 as I browsed through the pages of my diary. I second Anne Frank’s opinion here when I say that my diary has been my best friend. Whenever I want to express something my diary has been is always there with selfless friendship – no demands, no complaints. The pages of my diary feel my happiness, my pain. When the world sees my laughing face, it is my diary that says, “Now tell me the truth…” When somebody asks me, “What happened?” and I reply “Nothing”, it is my diary that knows everything behind that ‘nothing’.
A lesson of life learnt
of the things lost
of faded memories,
a story of my life
this year that was.
It was something unforgettable
this year that was!

Oscar Wilde said, “We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars.” It is all in our mind how we look at life. Caught in the humdrum of life, we often grow tired of the ups and downs – broken by the indifferent and detached attitude, shattered by the disappointments we face, the pain of dreams that never materialize, hopes dashed to the ground.
But life goes on. Life is when we get back on our feet after having been razed to the ground.

New Year Resolutions (for 2010)


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We all make resolutions but tend to break them too soon. And this is not something very uncommon, we all do that. This is a common human trait. But we must all try to rise above this tendency of human erring. Try and we will succeed in keeping our word, after all, it is for ourselves that we would be keeping true to our resolutions; and it is worth its weight in gold in being that much selfish.
So this is the thought process that set my mind thinking and I chalked out the following list of resolutions for the coming year and I really mean to stick to them :)
• I would be more spontaneous because that would make me closer to being truthful, so to say.
• We often use the term ‘harmless lies’. Now that is nothing but a lame excuse in the garb of which we move away from truth. I promise to stay away from such harmless lies.
• I would be more true to my words. This would mean that I would take the help of my words (now that I have made them my best friend: ‘Words are all I have’). Taking help means expressing my inner self whenever I feel something and not keeping those feelings to myself. This would make the heart all the more at peace with itself. Being a bit selfish I know!!! :)
• I resolve that my words won’t ever hurt someone even if it means being courteous to my enemies (though I don’t have anyone in that list till date!!!). I believe in forgiving though I cannot forget that easily. (Referring to the policy of ‘forgive and forget’)
• To contribute a bit to the rescue of our environment, I have decided to have cut down on my usage of paper. Though I am already practicing it, yet I would do that more vigorously in the coming year.
• I mean to say that I would be a wise user when it comes to the question of consumption of natural resources like water. A big NO to its wastage.

Would be adding more to this list…but only when I seriously resolve to follow those and not just to make my list long!!!

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Monday, December 28, 2009

Poker Faced Personalities


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We all have a masked identity. We are never ready to show our real visage to anybody around us. Never are we honest to ourselves, let alone being to anybody else. Often we try to be someone else. And in this impersonation we tend to lose our originality. The real essence lies in being just oneself. We actually underestimate ourselves when we are making an attempt to be someone else.
We try to either hide our emotions, or try to fake them. We don’t think of ourselves much, we only know that we have to keep up appearances in society. In keeping up, we badly let ourselves down in our own eyes.
Deception tends to rule our lives. This holds true especially in the modern world torn apart by materialistic tendencies. Ingenuity is missing. And this is not at all a sign of a healthy human society.
Being poker faced means not being spontaneous when it comes to display of emotions. Spontaneity is associated with being more natural. And this naturalness implies truthful. It is only after deliberation that we pollute the thing with untruth.
And doing this is not that easy, we have to practice that. Smiling when heart is crying, or just making do with a casual smile when you really feel like punching the other person hard in the face for some really big blunder or uttering something grossly rubbish are some of the instances when we display a look of our poker faced personalities. These are the situations when you basically cannot express your real feelings. So we have to take the help of fake emotions. At times, we learn to feign sheer indifference. We put on a cloak of being concerned when we don’t ever intend to be.
Apart from our words, even our body language too tends to expose our real thoughts. So we need to master the art of deception in that too. In the present times, we find a lot many poker faced personalities. It was Shakespeare who wrote as far back as seventeenth century:
“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts…”

and these lines hold as true as ever.
We wear a mask daily because we are afraid of truth. We are afraid of acknowledging what is obvious because all that we have in our mind is deception—at times it means camouflaging emotions, while at other it is simply degrading someone else just for the sake the for And also because we are afraid to own our weaknesses and our real self. It is high time we stopped bluffing and mastered the art of ingenuity. That would definitely make this world a better place to live in…with a lost less grievances, tears, complaints and heart breaks. Let’s contribute our bit…speak up now, just as I poured my heart out in writing this post…

Saturday, December 26, 2009

The Mantra of Successful Relationships - Part III

TO BEGIN WITH: THIS POST IS THIRD IN THIS SERIES. IN CASE YOU HAVE MISSED THE FIRST ONE, HERE IT IS
THE MANTRA OF SUCCESSFUL RELATIONSHIPS - PART I
THE MANTRA OF SUCCESSFUL RELATIONSHIPS - PART II

It is only trust that provides a strong foundation for building a lifelong relationship. Lies cannot be the stepping stones of a budding relationship. For being true to others we first have to be true to ourselves. This means confessing to our own self our weaknesses whenever we falter, or are incapable of doing a thing.
Another very important factor is commitment. And it is not something that binds us to a particular relation on the basis of some compulsion. Commitment is when we want to be bound in that relationship with all our heart and soul. It is something heartfelt. It also means to remain steadfast and not changing with the changing times, like fair-weather friends. We should not measure our wealth by the amount of money we have, but by the things we have which we won’t trade for any price. This is commitment in the true sense of the term, with no conditions attached; only dominated by the strings of heart. We don’t love a person for what he has, or because of what he has done but simply what he/she is – the selfless and unconditional love.
‘Yes’ and ‘No’ are two very short words. But a lot of problems are created when we don’t use these words carefully. Decide once and for all but once decided then stick to it. Don’t waver in your opinions. Commitment means being there for your partner now and forever.

SO COMMITMENT IS THE KEYWORD…
BE THERE FOR YOUR PARTNER NOW AND FOREVER!

Friday, December 25, 2009

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

DO READ MY LETTER TO SANTA HERE: 'Letter to Santa'

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A MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL MY READERS! 
MAY GOD GIVE YOU ALL THAT YOU WISH FOR YOURSELF!

Thursday, December 24, 2009

The Mantra of Successful Relationships - Part II

TO BEGIN WITH: THIS POST IS SECOND IN THIS SERIES. IN CASE YOU HAVE MISSED THE FIRST ONE, HERE IT IS THE MANTRA OF SUCCESSFUL RELATIONSHIPS - PART I

It is not that we have to understand and give our inputs every time. But sometimes lending an ear is of utmost importance, especially when we need it the most. Life is full of all sorts of varied experiences…some of which just go by but there are other which continue to nag us. So in that situation it becomes imperative that we express our pent up emotions. Give your partner an assurance that he/she is being listened to. The silence of the listener would also communicate in that situation. Show that you care. Of course, the demonstration of emotions is not always required. Sometimes it is of utmost importance that we are there when our partner badly needs our support. By being there we can do all that matters the most. Too much display of emotions would be too ostentatious, but still all human beings crave for a feeling that they are being taken care of. This is because we all want a cozy place, where we can feel at home and just be ourselves.



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NEVER FORGET TO LEND AN EAR TO YOUR PARTNER…YOUR PRESENCE IN ITSELF IS A REASSURANCE!

P.S. The picture might seem funny but post is not!!!

Thursday, December 17, 2009

I still believe



I fall upon the thorns of life
belittled, I bleed,
but life has roses somewhere
I still believe.

No matter how dark and dreary
the tunnel of life seems
there’s light at the end
I still believe.

What if the roads don’t lead anywhere?
What if I see a dead end ahead?
Life’s a journey ongoing
I still believe.

Doesn’t matter if someone’s bad
doesn’t matter if he punches you hard,
the world is essentially good
I still believe.
© Amritbir Kaur

Monday, December 14, 2009

The Fury of a Patient Man




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John Dryden wrote, “Beware the fury of a patient man.” Indeed, this statement has much more depth than seems at a superficial level. The violence that happened in Ludhiana (for those who don’t know…Ludhiana is a city in Punjab, India) recently was a perfect instance of the pent-up anger being spilled out on roads. Very often it happens that we continue to suffer in silence. We make it a habit of not speaking up for ourselves even when it is the most essential. When we allow ourselves to be exploited, it is only then that seeds of fury are sown in our hearts. A phrase that is commonly used in English is ‘the calm before the storm’. When we keep stored our ill-feelings or justified anger or our voices of protest against the wrong-doings, we are making the ground for an imminent storm.
The poor protest because they have been deprived of what they deserve. They are exploited only because they are poor and don’t have enough resources. The division between the haves and have-nots has been continuously widening in Ludhiana. This accounts for the increase in the crime rate. I say this because crime too has a psychological dimension to it. And it is because of the psychological influence that the analysis of a particular violent protest can be analyzed. If we allow the strong to exploit us then we are giving them the license to do so always. And we are pained only when the exploitation is turned into a habit and we are reduced to mere helpless victims.
In life we have to stand up for ourselves. It is ourselves only who have to defend our self-respect. Otherwise people would always take us for granted and we would be left nowhere…with nothing to protect and nothing to own. So rather than giving a vent to your anger in the form of fury at one go …give it out in bits, that is, by taking a firm stand whenever required and whenever time demands so. This would make things all the more simple and you will be assured a bit smoother sailing in life…we can’t have a perfectly smooth ride after all!!!

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

A Place to Earn

We often tend to measure our achievements in monetary terms. We are so proud of our worldly possessions that we don’t look even an inch beyond those. We restrict our success to the amount of wealth we have, or the number of luxury items we own. But remember even someone as great as Alexander the Great had to go away empty handed from this world and he wished to show to the world this fact by wishing to keep his hand out of his coffin. We fail to realize that we should not measure our wealth by the money we possess but by those things which we won’t give away even for money. These are the precious relationships and the memories that we cherish forever.
We measure our earnings by the amount of our salaries. But there are other important things we earn in our lifetime and it is those things that stay with us throughout our lives and some even stay back after our span on this earth has ended! You must have judged by now what I want to say: it is the place we earn for ourselves in society. But I must mention here that it is not something related to our socio-economic status or the status related our profession. Rather it is the place that we earmark for ourselves in others’ hearts.
Our actions either make or mar our personality. We can either soothe a heart with warm words or simply add to its woes with piercing words. And it is but obvious which words continue to stay on after we cease to exist! The other aspect is as a proverb goes ‘our actions speak louder that our words’. We make a mark in this world with whatever we do. We continue to etch on new marks with each passing day rather with each passing moment. The blank pages won’t be rewarded, neither would the badly scribbled be. So the best approach is to write the pages of life beautifully so that we are rewarded in the end for our brilliant performance.
So how do we come to know that we have earned a place for ourselves? Is it possible to realize in our lifetime? Or do we have to die before coming to know about it? Of course, it is possible that we have clear proofs of the coveted place that we have for ourselves. Let us take a very simple example. Sometimes it happens that a person blames a man for a misdoing. The accused is innocent in that case and he is being blamed just because the person has a personal grudge against him. Now in this case if the accused has a reputation attached with him, he won’t need to prove his innocence; other people would speak up for him. Now this is a place we all would want to earn!

Hamlet's Soliloquies - I


The peculiar feature of William Shakespeare's ‘Hamlet’ as a play is that it is characterized by five soliloquies, each one of them being spoken by Hamlet on different occasions. They lend to the character of Hamlet a different hue and make the play a philosophical one rather than a mere revenge play. Some critics like T.S. Eliot have pointed out that the soliloquies are a serious drawback of the play and manifest an excess of emotion improper to action.
D.H.Lawrence in his essay, ‘On Drama’ points out that Hamlet’s personality is in a state of disintegration, that is, his head, heart and hand do not work in unison but reflect Hamlet’s nature. Apart from this, we cannot conceive of his character.
The first soliloquy of Hamlet from Act I, scene ii is:

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:
So excellent a king; that was, to this,
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on: and yet, within a month--
Let me not think on't--Frailty, thy name is woman!--
A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she--
O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
Would have mourn'd longer--married with my uncle,
My father's brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules: within a month:
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
She married. O, most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
It is not nor it cannot come to good:
But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.

This soliloquy is a remarkable indication of the state of mind Hamlet is in. we have before us a simultaneous presentation of the present chaos and the past orderly conditions. The death of his father and over-hasty marriage of his mother creates a terror in his mind and he begins to contemplate committing suicide. But then as a true Christian he remembers he ought not to follow that urge and instead wishes that the Almighty had not made any law forbidding suicide. So we come to know that Hamlet is a true Christian at heart inspite of his education.
Hamlet is not able to reconcile himself to the hasty marriage of his mother; it had only been a month since his father died. Hamlet’s statement, “Frailty, thy name is woman!” sums up his views about women in general, to be analyzed in context of his shock experienced at his mother’s behaviour.
This soliloquy is a beginning of Hamlet’s journey towards self-understanding. He says “I must hold my tongue”, he clearly sees through the urgency of keeping quiet and maintaining his silence at this point of time. He needs to watch the situation to unfold itself, a deeper analysis would be required before coming to any conclusion as far as fixing the blame for his father’s murder on his uncle Claudius (whom now Hamlet’s mother has married) is concerned.

Friday, December 04, 2009

I know I am normal because...


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I know I am normal because…

•I am affected by what’s happening around me.
•I do get disappointed by the failures of life.
•I try to hide my tears behind my smiles.
•I wish to fulfill my dreams no matter how far-fetched they seem.
•I find it hard to change myself just because the world wants me to be like the majority.
•I take life as a challenge.
•I wish to change what’s wrong with the world.
•I try to hide my weaknesses.
•I wish I was not a puppet in the hands of my fate.
•I am furious with the injustice being meted out to the deserving.
•I feel the pain of unfulfilled dreams.
•I can’t detach myself from the cherished memories of the past.
•My heart longs to go back to the things I have left behind.
•I hope for a miracle every day I wake up.

Monday, November 30, 2009

'Recollections' - a poem




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I relishingly recollect
the much cherished moments,
those that have stayed back
those that never did backtrack;
when I only had skinned knees
when dreams were stringed to toys
when nothing in the world was bad
when all I had around were joys…
The time of innocent wisdom
and not of wise deprivation
nothing of the chains that bind
nothing of that long silence;
the time I heard myself prattle:
didn’t have to unravel my silence.
It’s that time I was reminded …
Something that’s not yet detached,
no matter how far away
a memory in mind that forever will stay.
Sitting, I travel far a mile
and I smile for a while…

© Amritbir Kaur

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Words are all I have...


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Words are all I have…I consider them to be my best friend. The term ‘best friend’ says it all.
•The words never make me feel lonely.
•They are always loyal.
•They don’t fail me when I need them the most.
•They help me to be just myself.
•I feel at home when I am in the company of my own words.
•They help me to express my innermost thoughts.
•They help me to unlock the mysteries of life that surround.
•They help me to free myself from the ties and the chains that always do bind.
•They are a means of protecting myself from the onslaught of the cruel world around me.
•They lend me a shoulder when I need support the most.
•They don’t change with time, they are always constant and ever unchanging.
•They are a silent promise that they’ll always be there when I need them the most.
•They are something that’ll be always present even if they are absent.
•They are always there when all others abandon.
•They don’t demand an explanation.
•They have full faith that whatever I say is correct and should not be doubted.

The list seems to be endless. I felt as if I could go on and on. But then had to stop somewhere… else my words could get out of my control and I would never want that to happen. After all, best friends are a promise that they’ll there forever and ever, no matter what…

Saturday, November 28, 2009

'That Place' - a poem

There’s something amiss:
I don’t know where,
but the completeness is lacking…
The soul yearns, yet,
cannot be there;
that much coveted place –
a place I relinquished long ago.
And now is the nothingness
of being and existing.
If life could be relived,
if time rewinds itself,
if fate could be written afresh,
I would have achieved
of which now I am deprived.
Alas! the moving finger continues
to ink on new marks,
on the pages of my life.
And I strive and strife,
against fate:
O! to be myself,
just to be myself.



© Amritbir Kaur

The film '2012' and me...



Watched the film ‘2012’ yesterday – I found it to be quite an interesting and a brilliant film (P.S. This is totally my personal opinion as I have read reviews that have totally rubbished this film.). And I say this not just because of the breath-taking graphics of the film but also from the point of view of the story and most importantly the way things have been portrayed. What added weight to the story line is, the touch of humanness.
What first came to my mind was that what if we know we are going to die in some specific time period, how would we react to it? That’s a question I asked myself. In the film we have instances of those who resign to their fate, those who fight for survival and those who live even after their death because they gave their life so that others could live.
Out of all the memorable ones, one incident stands out prominently. The one where the pilot carrying the protagonist of the film and his family…after saving them, prays just before his plane hangs from a cliff. For a fraction of a second, the plane stands still before falling down. For that fraction it seems that the prayer worked and pilot has a smile on his face…only to be condemned to death the very next moment.
Then there was the moment when the general public was to be allowed to board the spaceship…and the man (Jackson’s boss), who by hook or crook got entry to the ship (had got the passes and kept it as a secret…the height of selfishnes has been portrayed through his character)..but what happens in the end he could not be on that ship…I was reminded of the saying ‘Man proposes and God disposes’…how true!!! We all make efforts, but we don’t know whether they’ll turn out to be just the way we want them to be. Nevertheless, we have to play our part. And also as they say, when you can’t have what you want it is time to start wanting what you have...Isn’t it? So we have make time, as the President in this film says.
Moreover, it was very well said that the apocalypse is when we stop fighting for each other…because that is the death of humanity. We should all unite when faced with a challenging situation…then in the fight between life and death, we’ll surely be able to defeat death.
What I learnt was that death is not to be feared, it is just a moment..we should live life to its fullest, so that we don’t have any regrets. And as Abraham Lincoln has rightly said, “And in the end it is not the years in your life that count, it’s the life in your years.”
So overall I thoroughly enjoyed the film.. I always believe we should not only consider a film in totality. I say this because later on when we recall a film or anything else it is not the whole thing…we remember the particular scenes or some meaningful dialogues that stand apart from the rest of the film.

P.S. May be I’ll add some more inputs in this post later on….

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

An Honest Confession


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Nobody says a word,
voices are hushed
my dreams subdued.
I made a mute appeal
to vent the tongueless grief;
and then…
the barriers broken,
silence speaks out
when the words refused:
it’s the heart that listens.
Dreams don’t die then,
they come back to me
with a rejuvenating strength.
Waters flow down the dried stream
and I begin to sail along…

© Amritbir Kaur

The Mantra of Successful Relationships - part I

“The moment you think of giving up any relation, think of the reason why you held it so long.”

The relations are given the last priority in today’s modern materialistic world. A good relationship lies actually not in understanding a person thoroughly but in how well we avoid misunderstandings. The success lies not in moulding the other person according to your own choices, ideas and interests; it lies rather in accepting the differences and respecting the individuality of other person. Even in the closest of the relationships, a breathing space should be there. Don’t try to suffocate the other person with all your worries and don’t smother him with twenty hour care…give him/her the much-needed breathing space and you’ll have a healthy and flourishing relationship.

One more thing that needs to be kept in mind is that we should be open to suggestion. Nobody is perfect, we should always accept it. Controlling our anger is also of utmost importance. The best way to avoid a fight is that the person who is giving vent to his anger should be allowed to do so even when it is unjustified sometimes. The other person should keep his cool during that downpour. The things can be explained later on when things have cooled down. And then the mind can understand the logic behind the wrong arguments that had taken place earlier.

Having given a serious thought to all these factors (there are many more actually, I’ll keep on adding them…), the moment we decide to break off a relationship we must recollect all the beautiful memories associated with it. The result will be that from amongst the heap of the bitter moments, those cherished moments will shine bright and stand above the rest…and we’ll never ever walk away…it’s worth trying!

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Identity


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Who am I?
I don’t know.
Nobody recognizes me!
An ordinary being
am I to look at,
but carry a world inside me.
With a façade of disguised feelings,
I chase a thousand desires:
may be a day’ll come
when my boat crosses the sea.
Waiting for the cherished dawn –
when I won’t be struggling at sea,
when I see the sought after shores,
when I glance around and find
I have arrived somewhere:
at a place where I can be myself,
just myself…

© Amritbir Kaur

Monday, November 16, 2009

This Life that is...

Various philosophers have tried to define life in their own unique way. But when we try to analyze the concept deeply, we find there are certain ideas that simply don’t go with each other. It is these very contradictions that we try to reconcile to all through our life. Let’s take for instance,the thought that we need to live in our present. Even H.W. Longfellow in his ‘A Psalm of Life’ wrote:

“Trust no future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead past bury its dead!
Act – act in the living present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!”

But is it possible to completely detach ourselves completely from our past?
We often say, we should live life by each passing moment. At the same time isn’t life a collection of moments chained together?
Life is a book. In my words, “Life is a book that contains various chapters and each chapter is an important part. We cannot simply do away with that or tear off the pages just like that…they stay there and keep cropping up like the obscure traces
What I wrote above was just a spontaneous overflow…What do you have to say?

Saturday, November 07, 2009

The Obscure Traces



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 I follow the traces
in my mind:
some faces lingering there I find,
they have no names,
no voice, no visage;
forgiven but not forgotten
they hang on to haunt.
I try not to cast a glance
to come out of the momentary trance
but they continue to stay on:
as a faceless, nameless
obscure identity.
Mindful of those I move on,
swear not to turn back ever
yet being wary of their eerie existence.

© Amritbir Kaur

Character of Macbeth in Shakespeare's 'Macbeth'


‘Macbeth’ is universally recognized as the tragedy of ambition. It is a tragedy, which revolves around the ambitions of a great, noble Macbeth, who aimed at becoming the King of Scotland and succeeded in achieving his objective by killing almost all of those who stood in his way, as well as many innocent persons. Macbeth is the Thane of Glamis, whom King Duncan has sent to fight against his enemies and rebels. One of them is the Thane of Cawdor. Macbeth fights against him bravely. Cawdor is defeated and captured. When this news reaches King Duncan the latter not only praises him profusely but also confers on him the title of the Thane of Cawdor. In the second scene of Act One of the play, the author Shakespeare shows how brave and loyal Macbeth is to the King. When Duncan hears about Macbeth’s bravery, he calls him “noble Macbeth” and “valiant cousin”. Even the sergeant, who brings the news of the victory of Macbeth over Cawdor calls him “brave Macbeth”.
In the third scene of the opening act, Macbeth, returning from the battlefield meets three witches who hail him as the Thane of Slamis and Cawdor as well as the future King. Macbeth knows that as a birthright he cannot become the King of Scotland but, by and by an ambition to become the monarch becomes stronger when he is told by Ross that the King has conferred the title of ‘Thane of Cawdor’ on him. This news confirms the truth of the predictions made by the witches. But being gentle Macbeth cannot think of any treachery against the King. He argues the forebodings of the supernatural beings (the witches) cannot be either “ill or good”. Then he argues, in an aside “If chance will have me King, why chance may crown me, without my stir.” Then, in next aside he resigns to fate saying “Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. After saying so he and Banquo go to the King, who hails him as a trusted subject. Macbeth returns the King’s compliment saying: “The service and loyalty I owe, / In doing it, pays itself.” The King calls him “my worthy Cawdor” and expresses the desire to be his guest that night.
Macbeth who has been stung by the bug of ambition is unable to decide upon the evil course of murdering his King who has been kind and generous towards her. When his wife Lady Macbeth suggests to him that after dinner the King should be killed he tells her not to even think of it. His argument is that the King has come to his home in “double trust”. Firstly, he is the King’s relative. Secondly,
“…as his
Who should against his murderer shut the door
Not bear the knife myself.”

Indeed, Macbeth is too noble to perform this criminal act. His wife knows that her husband is a person with “full of the milk of human kindness.” Therefore, she taunts him in every possible manner to suggest that he is a coward. He can only imagine and fancy, but cannot act when the time comes. At last, Macbeth, after her taunts determines


“Whilst I threat he lives
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.”

When the truth of Duncan’s murder comes to light Macbeth pretends to be innocent in the whole matter. He is made the King of Scotland as foretold by the witches. But because Macbeth has achieved this throne by evil and unlawful means he feels insecure in his position. Now one after the other visions appear before him and he imagines that everybody may play false to him. He knows that the same super-powers which predicted kingship for the sons of Banquo. Therefore, his first enemy becomes Banquo with his son Fleanes. He goes still lower and hires murderers to kill Banquo and Fleanes. Banquo is killed but the latter escapes. After this when he learns that Macduff may be a trouble spot for him he takes help of murderers to kill not only Macbeth but also his whole family. Infact, the sense of insecurity and the sense of guilt from which Macbeth suffers after Duncan’s murder lie heavy upon his mind and soul and he feels that now as there is no turning back, therefore, he must go forward with his plans of murders. He says:
…I am in blood
Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more,
returning were as tedious as go over.

Macbeth is in a state of mental conflict which is reflected in his words: “Strange things I have in head, that till to hand.”
In other words, for Macbeth nothing is evil or unlawful if it gives him a sense of security and safety.
Macbeth is brave and successful warrior. His bravery continues to accompany him till the end of his life when face to face with his inevitable death in battle with Macbeth he determines “Yet I will try thee last”.
He is a person with enough philosophical musings. When the news of his wife’s death reaches him he finds himself bereft of that voice of insipiration which could have helped him in his present circumstances also. He says “she should have died hereafter.” Then in one of his philosophical moods he contemplates:
“Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more.”
In conclusion we may say that Macbeth is, inspite of his Kingship of Scotland a villain. He succumbs to temptations and taunts of his forgetting all the niceties and virtues of life. His cruelty and terror becomes so strong and mean that everybody begins to hate him. When Malcolm and Macduff meet, they talk of Macbeth’s meanness and cruelty. Macduff says:
…each new morn
New windows howl, new orphans cry…

Malcolm refers to Macbeth as “this tyrant”. He further confirms Macbeth’s view by saying that his country:
“Weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash
Is added to the wounds.”

All this shows the villainy of coupled with cruelty and meanness. The terror and horror created by Macbeth. We conclude this discussion about Macbeth’s character with the words of D.F. Macae:
“We hear from his own heart of his ambition, his weakness, the wrongness of his behaviour, his deceits and his own evil.”

Monday, November 02, 2009

The Greater Pain


Photo copyright: Kevin Carter

“I wish I were a child again because skinned knees are better than broken hearts.” It often happens that our pain seems to be unjustified and too much to ourselves. This situation arises when we give too much importance to our own self. Even a casual glance around us is sufficient to shake us out of the self-centred approach towards pain and suffering. The above photo by Kevin Carter serves as an alarm bell. It forces us to shake ourselves out of the personal grief. Silence prevails there but often silence is just another word for pain. It was O Henry in his story ‘Grief’ who wrote “To whom shall I tell my grief!”
But then by seeing things in larger perspective, we often see our personal grief dwarfed and even vanished after a while. I am reminded of an incident I heard long ago. There was a poor boy, who used to grumble about the condition of his school shoes. But a day came when he stopped whining because he had seen a boy, who had not feet...
So while handling grief we should not stretch it that it covers the whole of our life. Instead, learn to live with it because forgetting is not that easy. Living with it means keeping in mind the troubles of the world. But one thing which needs to be kept in mind here is that focussing too much on the greater cause too might lead to creeping in of depressing tendencies. In that case the shift from personal grief to the suffering of humanity would be like jumping from frying pan into fire. It’s just that we have to accept the state of things (no matter how difficult the task is!). Acceptance means giving in to the incompetence of life. It is this sense of lacking that moves us forward...we learn to put up with what life offers...instead of wanting to have something, we learn to want what we have. And the caravan marches on....

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Martin Luther King on Justice

“Through violence you may murder a liar, but you can’t establish truth. Through violence you may murder a hater, but you can’t murder hate. Darkness cannot put out darkness. Only light can do that. Difficult and painful as it is, we must walk on in the days ahead with an audacious faith in the future. When our days become dreary with low-hovering clouds of despair, and when our nights become darker than a thousand midnights, let us remember that there is a creative force in this universe, working to pull down the gigantic mountains of evil, a power that is able to make a way out of now way and transform dark yesterdays into bright tomorrows. Let us realize the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.”
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
American Civil Rights Leader


Very well said! But the concept of justice is subjective I suppose. We all define it in our own terms according to our own circumstances and a personalized attitude towards life.
A very meaningful thought that we can’t establish truth or wipe out hatred through violence. Indeed, “Darkness cannot put out darkness.” We have to fight the darkness of ignorance in all aspects with the light of knowledge. Just as every night has a day, we too need to hope that the dark and dreary clouds of disillusion will disappear with the arrival of a new dawn as a harbinger of hope and expectation. But again as they say ‘Hope is a good breakfast but a bad supper’. There should not be an overdose of anything not even hope. Rather our actions should match our expectations.
In the last line when the leader writes that the “arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice”. But sometimes we feel that the innocent are punished..how do we justify that? It’s only time that’ll tell….

'The Outsider' - A Critique

Camus’ ‘The Outsider’ (The Stranger) is a novel projecting the dilemma of man in post-industrial society. He has not been carved out to be an ideal. On the other hand, he is just one of the ordinary, simply the run-of-the-mill member of humanity. He can’t lead the life like the heroes of the old. He accepts his destiny, compromises his lot, lives in isolation and tries ot be human in theory and practice. Ultimately, he is snubbed by the civilization (state) by means of law. His life remains absurd. He is totally indifferent. This is how Meursault leads his life.
To put briefly, we may say that he is a clerk, his father is dead and he lives in Algeria. His mother lives elsewhere. Occasionally, he sees her. She dies. He goes for her cremation. The funeral ceremony is over. He comes across Perez, who is the friend of his mother. He is not happy over this. He lives in a shabby house. Raymond is a pimp. He develops friendship with him. This happens just by the way. Raymond seeks his help. He has a quarrel with certain girl. He pretends that she has been unfaithful to him. Infact, he desires to write the girl a letter so that she may come back and he can get an opportunity for revenge.
Following this, there is a quarrel in the apartment of Raymond. He beats the girl. She is an Arab woman. The police appear on the scene. Meursault says that his friend has acted under provocation. The girl’s brother begins to haunt Raymond. Next week, Raymond invites Meursault and his girlfriend to spend the day at the beach. The two Arabs come up. There is a quarrel between the Arabs on one side and Raymond and Meursault on the other. They both teach the Arabs a lesson. Time passes, then one day when Meursault is walking all alone on the beach. Suddenly, he meets the Arabs a third time. There is scorching heat of the sun. The Arab pulls out a knife and dazzles Meursault, who then gets nervous and fires at the Arab. After a moment he shoots four times into the dead body.
In the second part of the novel, Meursault is tried before a court of law. Meursault is indifferent to his fate. Even after being provoked by the magistrate and his lawyer, he does not repent. The argument switches over to his not expressing grief over the death of his mother. Meursault has no religion. He says that all men must die whether they are guilty or not. Otherwise, it doesn’t matter how he spends his life or whom he kills. He begins to feel why at the end his mother “had taken on a fiance”. She wanted to make a fresh start. She was alone. He too feels that he is ready to start life afresh. He knows that at his death “people will denounce him”.
The novel is certainly a displacement from hero to anti-heroism; from the ideal to the real, from rejection to acceptance of the futility of existence.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

'Fate' - a poem



Img. src. Wall Mirror

The mirror calls
it invites,
it watches me
tells me my identity.
But I visualize the ideal,
my search, my goal.
Attainable? May be not.
Waiting for the miracle,
for an angel to descend
to fulfill my daring dreams.
There’s the brooding silence,
the silence over fate.
Life looks on with tightly pursed lips.
Not a sound to be heard;
then mirror itself speaks
mutters something inaudible;
God drops a hint,
but no sound again.
Watching my path
I move on listlessly…
© Amritbir Kaur

'As You Like It' as Pastoral/Romantic Comedy




C.L. Barber says that ‘As You Like It’ is one of the sweetest and sunniest comedies of Shakespeare. Cheralton observes that it is satirical and realistic, other critics have said that it is a pastoral comedy. According to Nicoll, “a comedy ends on a note of tinkling of marital bliss. A Shakespearean comedy is different from classical comedy in which society is justified and individual is held up to ridicule so that he may conform to the social standards. Let us take the example of ‘As You Like It’. It is at once romantic ad realistic, critical and poetic, rational and imitative allowing individual freedom and justifying society. It is flexible and accomodating. It ends on a note of forgiveness. A note of reconciliation is affected between Oliver and Orlando, the senior Duke and his younger brother, Fredrick in the end. The comedy begins through a fissure in the courtly order but it ends on a note of resolution. The characters assume their normal routine. Orlando is united with Rosalind, Oliver with Celia, Silvius with Phebe and Touchtone with Audrey. After their adolescent love-making, it is expected that these pairs of lovers will lead a mature, balanced and suitable life.
Romantic comedy is a comedy that suggests a variety of senses and means. Jonson and other playwrights have written realistic and satirical comedies. These comedies have ugly and harsh realities of life. But a romantic comedy creates imagination. Laughter, in realistic comedy, is directed as the follies of characters designated by another term: ‘comedy of manners’. In these comedies we laugh at characters and we find them in ourselves. Here the attitude is more sympathetic than criticism. We understand the characters and not judge them. Shakespeare demands greater involvement in his characters. The focus is on the individual and individual alone.
We can call it a romantic because it concerns with love, youth, happiness and marriage. Music makes us experienced, emotional and imaginative. It has sense of gaiety and spirit of joy. As a romantic comedy, it has loose structure also.
In ‘As You Like It’ Shakespeare takes different aspects of love between lovers and between the friends. Shakespeare has borrowed the cliché of “love at first sight” from Marlowe’s ‘Hero and Leander’ (“whoever loved who loved not at first sight”). Rosalind is banished by her uncle. She comes to the forest of Arden. Here all lovers are united. Before this, when Orlando fights a wrestling match, Rosalind is one of the onlookers. Spontaneously she offers him a gold chain as a token of her appreciation. This is the symbol of love at first sight. In doing so, she hands over her heart to him. In the forest of Arden, their love reaches at the climax. Rosalind points out the symptoms of a traditional lover and defines Orlando’s asserting that he is truly in love with her:
“A sunken eye you have not
A pale cheek you have not.”

When orlando boasts that if he does not meet her, he would die, Rosalind says: “From time to time men have died but not of love”. Another realistic and satitrical note is struck by Rosalind when she says,
“Men are April when they woo,
December when they wed.
Women are May when they are maids,
But sky changes when they are wives.”

Sometimes we find Orlando as a conventional lover. He writes love poems but they lack “feeling”. It is bad poetry and invites the reader to laugh at the form of rhetoric. He carves Rosalind’s name on the trees. All these things reveal Orlando as a conventional lover. Then their marriage takes place in the forest. Rosalind describes how Celia fell in love with Oliver at first sight: “No sooner they must but they saw/ no sooner they saw but they fell in love with each other”.
Shakespeare has presented the love of the pastoral characters. Phebe is a pastoral nymph unwilling to surrender to her lover Silvius who makes obsequies. He complains to Rosalind about her harsh treatment. Phebe on the other hand, falls in love with Rosalind disguised as Genymede.
The love of Touchstone, with Audrey is a kind of satire on love and marriage. Touchstone does not seek to marry a genuine priest, for in that case it will not be easy for him to divorce his wife. Through Touchstone and Audrey, Shakespeare presents some kind of physical love. Touchstone is too much interested in physical relationship. Shakespeare avoids the games of love like seduction or physical love. Even Touchstone is interested but Shakespeare does not develop this love.
Love experience in the play is happy and good challenge because no restriction is from the outward. The story ends on a note of rational explanation. It does not injure the expectations of the reader. The atmosphere in the forest is interesting. It is something more than romantic comedy. The play reflects Shakespeare’s ability, a certain attachment is there. Here romantic means highly sentimental and artificial. It is not only Orlando, who is mocked. The pastoral love and sensual is also mocked here. Rosalind mocks at romantic love. She is very frequently suggesting that infidelity is a challenge that lovers must accept. Her cynicism can be understood when we think that she speaks for Shakespeare. The writer insists on the reality of love. Phebe is in love Genymede. But Shakespeare does not want the settlement as Jonson or other playwrights. In this sense, it is philosophical too; Silvius and Phebe are highly sentimental characters. Touchstone and Audrey present sensual love. They are cynical, physical and sentimental both in words and actions. Marriage has a strange kind of value for Touchstone when he says: “Faithless wife is better that no wife.” Audrey too does not escape from the criticism of writer. She scores the good villain, Oliver and Celia present sudden love. Celia shows herself to practical, resourceful, even emotional and becomes a rash woman till this happens. Curing of Orlando by Rosalind is healthy and real relationship, which comes to existence and accepts the reality of love. The pair of Orlando and Rosalind has personified the refined love, true love and pure view of love. They also reinforce the idea that is romantic. This pair has stability and maturity of love. High romanticism is when Rosalind feels difficult to part from Orlando even for two hours. Then Silvius uses love conceits and these have been used by dramatist to expose the unnaturalness of pastoral love.
To conclude, it may be said that a Shakespearean comedy is a complex irreducible to one level of meaning and is aimed at nature and society, lower classes and upper classes, individual and society; contemplation and action; cynicism and love; satire and spontaneity. In fact, it is as wide and varied as the modern sensibility. It does not give a picture of untainted joy, which verges on the border of melancholy and resignation. It is tolerant, human, liberal and is definite experience contributing to the art of living boarding on common sense and outlook.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

The Colour of Dreams...


“You see the thing and say ‘Why?’. But I dream of things that never were and say ‘Why not?’”
G.B. Shaw

It is often surprising to see how quickly our dreams lose colour, even before the feeling of their existence sinks in. sometimes they do materialize as our companions but at other they simply fade away into oblivion. And we keep on glancing back in the same old direction just to catch a glimpse of the gone by. The mind wants to detach itself but the heart stays steadfast holding on to the memories so tight as if fearing that the dreams might abandon us. The fact is that dreams never abandon us, they might relocate themselves into the background and stay put in a quiet corner of our heart…but then, they are again lit bright in our eyes at the slightest hint of remembrance. Remember its not the dream that is broken it is the sleep which comes to an end. Waking up does not mean the death of a dream but stopping to dream again is certainly is. Former Indian President, Dr. Abdul Kalam rightly said, “Dream is not that what you see in sleep…dream is the thing which does not allow you to sleep.” How well put! Never let your eyes feel lonely without the dreams; they’ll lose their beauty without them.
The quotation by G.B.Shaw presents before us two different viewpoints about our approach towards life. The person who asks “Why?” is the one who complains about the existence of everything, the one who feels everything happening around him is wrong. He is always at a loss to find out an explanation to find out the reasons for the events taking place around him. The persons who ask “Why not?” is the dreamer (someone like me!!!) who is always weaving stories around something that never materializes in his life, and someone who is always wanting to fulfill his dreams, which vanish in no time…leaving only a trail of memories behind. But life moves on, adopting new hues and new externalities with each passing moment. But we all carry our past within us…total detachment is never possible. This attachment to the past is what carries us forward, providing us with new hopes to achieve what we aspired for and always dreamt of…May God give us the courage to work towards achieving our dreams and also the courage to move forward with a view to continue this chain of dreams even when some of them stay unfulfilled….

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Democratic Note in Wordsworth's Poetry

SOME VIEWPOINTS:
Wordsworth was brought up in a democratic environment. The principles of the revolution were ingrained in his nature.
He is the first to strike the true democratic note in English poetry. He makes the lowliest rustics the heroes of his poetry, glorifies them and brings out the essential heroism of their souls. He learns lessons of virtue, faith and fortitude from them.
It was the French Revolution which made him the poet of Man by bringing him into contact with human misery. Hence, he became as much a poet of man as of Nature. Nature herself took on a sober colouring in his poetry.
It was through Nature that Wordsworth came to Man and not vice-versa. He loved Nature and also those who live in her lap. He shows man in his surroundings. Nature glorifies Man and reduces the intensity of his suffering.
He believes in this basic identity of all, to his mind there is no essential difference between Man and objects and creatures of Nature. This oneness is indicated through numerous comparisons. Many of his characters are incarnations of the particular mood and spirit of nature.
The same laws govern Man and nature. Hence, Nature can be the moral teacher of Man. Life in the lap of Nature is best: materialism is the cause of all human suffering.
Why does Wordsworth prefer humble rustic life? He explains his reasons in the Preface. He wanted to understand the heart of Man. Therefore, he studies the essential human passions, and this can be done in the simplest societies. He studies Man rather than men. His characters are types rather than individuals.
His study of Man is limited and one-sided. He could draw only simple natures. He has no evil characters.
He went to the child for the same reasons as he went to the humble rustics, that is, to see into the heart of things.
He attached great importance to childhood memories. He believed that the child symbolically lives the various a stage of life through which human race has passed. Hence, a study of childhood memories can help much in the study of the growth of human consciousness.
In the great ‘Immortality Ode’ the child is glorified as ‘the mighty prophet and seer blest’ for he has visions of a prior existence in the blessed world.
Wordsworth’s attitude is poetic and mystical rather than philosophical and should be taken as such.

Friday, October 09, 2009

The Absence


Img. source: Deviant Art


My hands are full
but not a speck carried,
I have lost being the winner
I am an innocent sinner.
This world that I have –
it’s something so strange,
something so familiar yet
miles apart…
there’s nothing I can change,
nothing, nothing…
© Amritbir Kaur

Thursday, October 08, 2009

Emotions...

Emotions are a God’s way of way of making life beautiful. Writing, especially poetry, is simply emotions put into words. And when once penned down, lead to a relaxed state of mind. Some might feel it is easier to pen down one’s thoughts rather than expressing them verbally. It varies from person to person. The thing that matters is that we need to express ourselves. Piling up all the thoughts and emotions inside us takes its toll on the mental equilibrium. Even otherwise, saying the thing is better than not expressing ever. Words might be misunderstood sometimes but silence is often the most misquoted one. So the next time you have an urge to go vocal, go ahead with courage. Have the conviction that either things would turn out to be the way you want or you will have a new lesson to learn with a host of beautiful memories stored in some lonely corner of your heart, raked up by a stray thought years later when you think you had forgotten all…

Man Booker Prize 2009


Man Booker Prize for the year 2009 has been won by Hilary Mantel for her book ‘Wolf Hall’. The book deals with the fictionalized life of Thomas Cromwell. It is set in 1520s, related to Cromwell’s rise to power in the Tudor court of King Henry VIII. The book has been a favourite ever since the release of the shortlisted entries.The other shortlisted authors were:

# A.S. Byatt for ‘The Children’s Book’
# J.M. Coetzee for ‘Summertime’
# Adam Foulds’ ‘The Quickening Maze’
# Simon Mawer’s ‘The Glass Room’
# Sarah Waters’ ‘The Little Stranger’

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Aspirations, Expectations and Needs

“Keep high aspirations
Moderate expectations
And small needs.”

The quote reveals something we have all experienced or felt but couldn’t put the things this way. Our aspirations do help us to rise high in life. If we don’t aspire to achieve something, our life would be directionless as a ship without a rudder. We set goals that we would like to accomplish during our lifetime. But what happens when things don’t happen the way we imagined, there is a trail of disappointment in the life – the reason being we set a condition for the fulfillment of our dreams and aspirations. The same is the problem with day-dreaming – we weave stories around the persons or objects that have not yet happened in our lives. The path of day dreaming is beautiful but the journey back is very painful. The solution to lessen disappointment lies in keeping moderate expectations. We shouldn’t expect too much from life. Some of our dreams might stay unfulfilled forever… telling stories of the days gone by. Moreover, keeping moderate expectations from a person too would help to maintain a successful relationship, because when you don’t expect you’ll be in for a nice surprise. Then comes the case having small needs. Our needs reflect our outlook towards life. The number of needs should be restricted as they are not an indicator of success and happiness. Money can’t buy happiness, we’ve all heard that. Moreover, dreaming of something and feeling a need for the same are, many a times, two different things. For instance, a person might dream of a very costly car but might not have the need for owning the same. Such dream simply lets him enjoy the little pleasures of life.
But life can’t be lived in water-tight compartments. We are, indeed, the fallible human beings. We dream too often, and when they are dashed to the ground, we grumble, mourn, blame God, find faults, hide our tears lurking in laughing eyes, complain when life pauses… this is the stuff that we humans are made of. After all this, again trying to locate a ray of hope in the dark and dreary world…and, thus, we keep on moving…

Use of Conceits in Donne's Poetry

Clearly the seventeenth century had the courage of its metaphors and they made them the organic parts of its staple, imposed them on the nearest and the farthest things with equal vigour as clearly as the nineteenth century lacked this courage and was half-heartedly metaphorical or content with similes. The difference between the literary qualities of the two periods is not the difference in degree between poets. It is something which had happened to the mind of England between the Age of Donne, Crashaw, Lord Herbert and the time of Tennyson and Browning. It is the difference between the intellectual poet and the reflective poet. Tennyson and Browning are the poets who think, but they do not feel their thought as immediately as the odour of a rose.

A thought to Donne was an experience, it modified his sensibility. When a poet’s mind is equipped perfectly for its work, it is constantly amalgamating the disparate experiences. The ordinary man’s experience is chaotic, fragmentary and irregular. The latter cooks something or reads about cooking, and these two experiences have nothing to do with each other or with the noise of the typewriter or the smell of the rose. In the mind of the poet, these experiences are always forming new wholes. Donne had this unique genius, which T.S. Eliot calls ‘unification of sensibility’.

The metaphysical poetry abounds in conceits. A conceit is a far-fetched comparison, a comparison between dissimilar things, a comparison between objects which have little in common with each other. Dr. Johnson called it “the most heterogeneous ideas yoked by violence together”. A conceit may be brief or it may be elaborate. The conceits used by Donne are learned. They are drawn from a wide range of subjects such as science exploration, medieval philosophy, mathematics, astronomy and others. Conceits impart an intellectual tone to the poetry. The intellectual conceits add weight and illustrate the feeling giving rise to the impression of ‘unification of sensibility’. Ransom states, “To define a conceit is to define a small-scale metaphysical poetry.” A conceit is actually a comparison, whose ingenuity is more striking than its justness, that is, when two things which appear to be completely different from one another, are stated to be similar that one can be used to explain and analyze the other. Helen Gardener says, “A brief comparison can be a conceit, if two things patently unlike or which we should never think of together, are shown to be alike in single point in such a way or in such a context that we feel their incongruity.” Here a conceit is like a spark made by striking two stones together. After the flash the stones are just two stones.

Conceits in Donne’s poetry are not a piece of decoration, they are functional. They are used to persuade, define, illustrate or prove a point. A poem has something to say which the conceit explicates, or something to urge which the conceit helps to forward. They are the most effective vehicles of Donne’s mode of perception. Their farfetchedness adds a touch of miraculous to his poetry. In the words of Joan Bennett, “The purpose of an image in Donne’s poetry is to diffuse the emotional experience by an intellectual parallel.”

Another significant aspect of Donne’s metaphysical conceit is that it cannot be isolated from its context, the whole poem. Like the conceits of Shakespeare, Donne’s are born of the given dramatic movement to illustrate the relationship of characters and relationships of ideas. The conceits of Donne have an organic growth and proliferation, receiving sustenance from the intensity and complexity of the given experience. That is why even though far-fetched, they have an astonishing clarity.

It remains to be seen how Donne rushes from one intellectual hyperbole to another, including as a habit, a vivid range of speculation within a single example. In ‘The Canonization’ the two lovers moving round each other like flies or consuming themselves like tapers; or the images of the eagle and dove – the violent preying on the weak, and ultimately the riddle of the phoenix indicate the whole process of love from courtship to consummation of love. Because of sheer force of love ‘they die and rise the same’. The poem then leads to the lovers being regarded as the martyrs; saints of love will make them model of love.

To express the comprehensive nature of love, Donne makes a scintillating use of Elizabethan circle imagery and encompasses infinitude harmony like the two concentric spheres of the Ptolemic universe. Such an idea underlies the beautiful ‘A Valediction, Forbidding Mourning’. He argues and gives a proof by analogy in the most famous conceit of “the two legs of a compass”. Donne’s beloved is the fixed foot around which he moves and hence persuades his wife or beloved not to mourn.

In the poem ‘Good Morrow’ the two lovers are compared to two hemispheres which unite to form an ideal and a better world than the two hemispheres of the earth itself. They are ‘without sharp north, without declining west’. This perfect and ideal union they achieve through the eyes of each other. The sharp North implies coldness and indifference to which their love is not subject and declining West symbolizes decay and death from which lovers are free.

In ‘Batter my Heart’ Donne compares himself to a usurped town. At the same time there is an image drawn from the purification of metal, by knocking, blowing and shining it. He has referred to God as a tinker (a mender of old pots). The third conceit he uses is the portrayal of man-God relationship through lover-beloved relationship. In this poem that poet addresses God in His three-fold capacity as Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. He calls the Reasoning faculty, the Viceroy of God. In ‘The Extasie’ the souls of the lovers are compared to two equal armies confronting and negotiating with each other. Again love without an outlet in physical expression is like a Prince languishing in prison says Donne. In ‘Go and Catch a Falling Star’, unconventional imagery is used to convey the view that there is no woman in the world who is both beautiful and true.

In ‘The Flea’, the flea is a symbol of the poet’s passionate plea for physical and sensuous love. Donne compares the flea to a temple and to a marriage bed. Just as the two lovers are united in the temple into a bond of marriage, so the two bloods have been united in the body of flea. Its body is a sacred temple where their marriage has taken place. The killing of the flea would be an act of triple murder – murder of the flea, murder of the lover and her own murder. This is a sin and so she must spare the flea.

In ‘The Sunne Rising’, there is the same outburst of pride in his discovery of a new world richer than any of the Elizabethan voyagers since it is ‘both the India’s spice and Myne’. The last stanza begins with Donne’s favourite antithesis: the nullity of worldly riches as contrasted with the wealth of love. This idea links naturally with the circle imagery so that the lyric ends with the thought of the eternal union of two hemispheres, which are perfect, infinite and indestructible – like the world of love.

In the poem ‘A Valediction of Weeping’, Donne employs images from a variety of sources. The lover’s tears are like precious coins because they bear the stamp of the beloved (an image drawn from mintage). The tears are ‘pregnant of thee’ – a complex image, conveying the impression of the beloved’s reflection in the drop of tear. In ‘Good Friday’ the soul is compared to a sphere, and Donne treats the metaphor elaborately. Planetary motions are brought into the poem to illustrate feelings.

Donne has made a remarkable use of conceits in his poems. His conceits are learned, which are drawn from a wide range of subjects. His conceits impart intellectual tone to his poetry. They are not decorative but functional. They are used to illustrate or to convince. They cannot be isolated.

Friday, September 18, 2009

The Mountain Story




Here's an inspiring story I would like to share with my readers:

A son and his father were walking on the mountains. Suddenly, his son falls, hurts himself and screams: “AAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain: “AAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

Curious, he yells: “Who are you?”

He receives the answer: “Who are you?”

Angered at the response, he screams: “Coward!”

He receives the answer: “Coward!”

He looks to his father and asks: “What’s going on?”

The father smiles and says: “My son, pay attention.”

And then he screams to the mountain: “I admire you!”

The voice answers: “I admire you!”

Again the man screams: “You are a champion!”

The voice answers: “You are a champion!”

The boy is surprised, but does not understand.

Then the father explains: “People call this ECHO, but really this is LIFE. It gives y ou back everything you say or do. Our life is simply a reflection of our actions. If you want more love in the world, create more love in your heart. If you want more competence in your team, improve your competence. This relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of life; life will give you back everything you have given to it.”

YOUR LIFE IS NOT A COINCIDENCE. IT’S A REFLECTION OF YOU!


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Blake's Symbolism

Symbolism is a mode of expression in which a writer depicts indirectly through the medium of another object. But symbolism is not a mere substitution of one object for another. There is much more to it. Symbolism is the art of evoking an object little by little to r veal a mood or emotion or some mysterious region of human psyche. However, this is only one aspect of symbolism and it may be called the personal aspect on the human plane. The other aspect is transcendental – that is, using objects to symbolize a vast and ideal world of which the real world is merely an imperfect representation. A symbolist is a seer of a prophet who can look beyond the objects of the real world and convey the essence of the ideal world which human mind tries to express.
Blake is one of the greatest symbolist poets of the world. The greatness of his poetry lies in the sweep of his imagination and symbolic dimension it acquires after every fresh reading. Blake is unique because of his ability to communicate beyond immediate context and space. Blake gave the doctrine that “all had originally one language and one religion”. It implies that the similarities between myths, rituals and doctrines of various religions are more significant that their disparities. Blake wants to suggest that a study of comparative religions, morphology of myths, rituals and theology can lead us to a single visionary conception, a vision of the fallen and created world, which has been redeemed by divine sacrifice and is progressing towards regeneration.
By postulating the world of imagination higher than that of reality Blake suggests a way of closing the gap, which is completed by identifying God with human imagination. In ‘The Marriage of Heaven and Hell’ Blake wrote: “Man is All Imagination. God is Man and exists in us and we in Him.” In his creative activity, an artist expresses the creative activity of God; as all men are in God, so all creators are in the creator. The “divine image” and the “human abstract” apart from signifying oneness of man and God, also forms the basis of Blake’s theory of good and evil. Civilization is in more than one sense supernatural and in its evolution and development man’s superiority over nature has been proved. The central symbol in all of Blake’s works is the city. Of all the animals, man is the most maladjusted to Nature, that is why he outdistances the animals and it is the triumph of his imagination that he creates a world of his own dreams.
In his poems Blake does not present ordinary events common men see and understand them, rather describes spiritual events which have to be portrayed symbolically in order to render them intelligible. Blake uses the familiar figures of the Shepherd and the Lamb, which can be easily understood. In ‘Songs of Innocence’ all desires are innocent, even discipline is innocent and is a source of happiness. Describing innocence in his poem ‘Holy Thursday’ Blake writes:
“’T was on Holy Thursday, their
Innocent faces clean
The children walking two
and two, in red and blue and green.

Mercy and kindness in human relationships not only make for emotional, spiritual and moral health of society but also abstract representations of Divine Will:
“For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity a human face,
And love, the human form divine
And Peace, the human dress.”

It is by now a well established fact that the ‘Lamb’ in Blake’s poems is Christ himself. The word ‘Lamb’ refers to children in his poems. ‘A Lamb’ is a name of affection used by the parents for their children. Symbolically, the Lamb of God is Christ. In his poem ‘The Little Black Boy’ Blake writes: “Around his Golden tent like lambs rejoice”.
It is even clearer in the poem ‘The Lamb’ when he says: “Little Lamb, who made thee?” Apart from using Biblical symbols, Blake also has a system of his own symbols. He uses traditional symbols in a different way. For instance, the lily flower is used by him as a symbol of purity of love and also of naturalness and open-heartedness in love. By sunflower he represents the longing of youth for freedom in love.
Nature plays a different role in Blake’s poems that those of the Romantics. It was Keats (a Romantic poet) who wrote:
“To bend with apples the moss’d cottage trees
To fill each fruit with ripeness to the core.”

The lines having vivid and pictorial imagery have something voluptuously sensuous about it. But Blake is not attracted by ‘God’s plenty’ in ‘Nature’s Paradise’. He once wrote: “Natural objects always did and do now, weaken, deaden and obliterate imagination in me.” He uses the objects of nature so as to symbolize various emotions and moods through them. Blake is not concerned with the outside world but the world within – with mind and imagination. The terror of Nature is unleashed in the image of the tiger. There is a difference between the images of the lion and the tiger. The lion can be turned into a harmless animal while the tiger is not. Blake once wrote that the lion is symbolic of wisdom. The lion in the poem ‘Night’ is a contrast to the tiger of ‘The Tiger’. About tiger Blake writes:
“Tyger, tyger! Burning bright
In the forests of ht night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?”

Blake was against any type of restrictions. That’s why in a large number of poems he condemns authority. For instance, in ‘The Garden of Love’ it is the church, which he criticizes for exercising undue authority. The garden here represents spontaneous natural delight. In ‘The Chimney Sweeper’ (from ‘Songs of Experience’), where Blake talks of the miserable plight of the child (the chimney sweeper), he holds responsible three authorities for the plight – Church, King and Parents. Blake says about the parents of the child:
“And are gone to praise God and His Priest and King
Who make up a Heaven of our misery.”

In another poem ‘The Little School Boy’ it is the school teacher, who represents the cruel authority,
“Under a cruel eye outworn
The little ones spend the day
In sighing and dismay.”

Morton D. Paley in his essay ‘The Tyger of Wrath’ writes: “Blake’s images have meanings which may in part be construed from the internal logic of the poem but which also depend at least in part upon meanings established elsewhere, in Blake’s other poems or in the traditional sources from which he drew. Meaning is affected by context, though not entirely determined by it.