Wednesday, 1 July 2009

Past, Present and Future


The past stood witness
to my present uncertainty
while future was evasive.
© Amritbir Kaur
Life is presented to us in three forms – past, present and the future. We often keep clinching to our past, refusing to move forward. A time comes when the past stares in our face – at that time we want to jump towards the future but life doesn’t move an inch. This happens because the more we cling to our past, more hotly it pursues us. And then we don’t have the courage to face it boldly.
What is required is that we maintain a balance between the three – past, present and future. It is often said – live in present. Very true indeed! But at the same time we must realize that we can’t detach ourselves completely from the past and also can’t help aspiring about the time to come. We all carry with us a bit of yesterday in our today – no matter how good or bad. The perfect recipe of life can contain: two teaspoonfuls of past, five of present and three of future; garnished with our adorable qualities and values of life.

Monday, 29 June 2009

Man Booker International Prize 2009


Alice Munro, the winner of Man Booker International Prize 2009 was born on 10 July, 1931. She is the third author to win this award, which is given every two years. The previous winners have been Ismail Kadaré (2005) and Chinua Achebe (2007).
The other contenders this time were:
• Peter Carey
• Evan S Connell
• Mahasweta Devi
• E.L. Doctorow
• James Kelman
• Mario Vargas Llosa
• Arnošt Lustig
• V S Naipaul
• Joyce Carol Oates
• Antonio Tabucchi
• Ngugi Wa Thiong’O
• Dubravka Ugresic
• Ludmila Ulitskaya

“Canadian short story writer Alice Munro on Wednesday beat Mahasweta Devi and a host of other literary heavyweights, including Nobel laureate V.S. Naipaul and Mario Vargas Llosa, to win the £60,000 Man Booker International Prize”, writes Hasan Saroor in ‘The Hindu’
The prize was announced on May 27, 09 and the author was presented with a trophy and the award worth £60,000 at the ceremony was held at Trinity College, Dublin on June 25.
Her works include:
Dance of the Happy Shades: And Other Stories (1968)


Who Do You Think You Are? - Stories by Alice Munro (1978)


The Progress of Love (1986)


The Love of a Good Woman : Stories (1998)

Runaway (2004)


• The View from Castle Rock (2005)

• Too much Happiness (2009)

Wednesday, 24 June 2009

Forgiveness...



Here’s a masterpiece written by a child. He lost his parents in the tsunami that struck South India and other island countries around on December 24, 2004 causing widespread destruction.

“Sea I’ll never forgive you anymore, even if your waves touch my feet a million times”.

Wednesday, 20 May 2009

'Boast of Quietness' - Jorge Luis Borges

Kiran Desai begins her Booker winning novel, ‘Inheritance of Loss’ by quoting the following poem by Jorge Luis Borges. He is an Argentine writer and poet. He became blind at the age of fifty due to a hereditary condition. He began his writing career with publication of poems and journal essays. His first collection of poetry was published in 1923. Know more about his life: Jorge Luis Borges

BOAST OF QUIETNESS
Writings of light assault the darkness, more prodigous then meteors.
The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside.
Sure of my life and death, I observe the ambitious 
and would like to understand them.
Their day is greedy as a lariat in the air.
Their night is a rest from the rage within steel, quick to attack.
They speak of humanity.
My humanity is in feeling we are all voices of the same poverty.
They speak of homeland.
My homeland in the rythym of a guitar, a few portraits, an old sword,
the willow grove's visible prayer as evening falls.
Time is living me.
More silent than my shadow, I pass through the loftily covetous multitude.
They are indispensible, singular, worthy of tomorrow.
My name is someone and anyone.
I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away 
he doesn't expect to arrive.

                                                                  JORGE LUIS BORGES

Apart from relating the poem to the theme of the novel, we need to give it a thought otherwise too. The poem is a beauty in itself. We need not necessarily analyse a literary work on the basis of the literary devices used like similes, metaphors, oxymorons etc. Sometimes the beauty must be realized in terms of the meaning of the lines. The universal appeal of a poem lies in the fact that while reading it every person feels as if the poem expresses his own personal feelings. I felt the same while reading the above poem and which is why I liked it. I have never read this poet earlier (none of his translations), neither did I know about his life and writing career. The lines that I liked the most are: "Time is living me./ More silent than my shadow, I pass through the loftily covetous multitude."

Life is an endless journey and we come across so many things and literary works which we remember for all times to come. And remember its not the whole thing that we recollect, it is always a special line or an incident. Down the line after a few years, who knows you might find yourself recalling the lines:

My name is someone and anyone.
I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away 
he doesn't expect to arrive.

Friday, 15 May 2009

My Blog's Second Anniversary

It was on this day, that is, May 15 in 2007 that I published my first post on my blog 'Literary Jewels'. My maiden post was: 'English Poetry:My Inspiration'. My blog is 2-years old today. I have tried to post as frequently as possible so that I can provide my readers with new material now and then. But there have been phases when I have been unable to write for my blog. When I try to analyze the causes  behind that absence, I zero in on one of the most prominent reason, which is my studies and to be more specific the most dreaded examinations! Now again they are coming to invade me and my 'spontaneous overflow' from June 3. The flood waters will only return on June 24. But as they say, "This too will pass!". So I preparing to give my best shot. And once they are over, I seriously intend to come back to my blog more often. 

I thank all my readers for being supportive and being constant in their admiration for 'Literary Jewels'. 

I dedicate this poster to my blog on its 2nd anniversary and to my loyal readers. These lines of William Wordsworth from his Ode: 'Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood' are one of most favourites from the world of English literature:



Wednesday, 13 May 2009

The Unexpressed!

There’s always a little truth behind every “just kidding”;

A little knowledge behind every “I don’t know”; and

A little emotion behind every “I don’t care”.

We often say things we don’t mean. In other words, we say something and mean just the opposite. There are various psychological reasons behind it. We are actually hesitating to share our innermost feelings. We are afraid of ourselves, so to say. We don’t dare to be honest even with ourselves.

People feel one thing but express something else; they intend something but say something else. What is important is that we must master the art of simply saying nothing in such a way that nothing is left unsaid. Let the silence do the talking for ourselves, when our words fail to do so. But then be careful that your silence is not misunderstood, as is often the case.


Tuesday, 12 May 2009

The Unexpected Always Happens!!!

It was a nice and a very thoughtful message that I got: “I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all; but whatever I have placed in God’s hands that I still possess.”

The message has much deeper connotations than its surface meaning. We all are selfish, that is precisely why we want to restrict the thing to ourselves only by holding it tight. But this is a fact that the more we try to hold the thing, the more it runs away from us.

Moreover, we cannot control our destiny totally. Often in tricky situations, when we are not able to act or we are not in a position of finding out a solution to the problem, so we have to leave it for God to act and give the task a new direction.  The English proverb: ‘Do your best and leave the rest’ also suggests something similar. We are to leave the rest to God. The things actually don’t proceed always the way we want them to. The unexpected always happens. 

So we have to work hard and then leave it to God to do justice for us. We cannot be God ourselves. And then we will have longer lasting possessions...

Tuesday, 28 April 2009

Anger and Love

While Dad was polishing his brand new car, his 4-year old son picked up a stone and scratched some lines on the side of the car. In his anger, Dad took the child’s hand and hit it many times, not realizing that he was using his wrench. At the hospital the child asked, “Dad when will my fingers grow back?”

Dad got hurt and went back to his car and kicked it a lot of times. Sitting back he looked at the scratches, his child had written ‘I LOVE YOU DAD’.

ANGER AND LOVE HAVE NO LIMITS!

(Source: Anonymous)

Saturday, 11 April 2009

Prayer

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Our hands must rise but rise in prayer.

We must bow, not before any person, but in prayer.

We must look not outside but within our own selves in prayer.

© Amritbir Kaur

 Prayer is a medium of relieving ourselves from the tensions and worries of this world that surround us at all times. It is often in times of great crisis that we pray fervently and in a more attached way. But this is not to say that we all are opportunistic. Prayer is not a mere lip-service. When we are happy and simply say ‘Thank God!’ that is the best prayer, in the form of showing gratitude towards God. I say the best because it is most spontaneous and thus the most clear hearted words. It is the intentions that matter and not the length of the prayer. Being in prayer means in communion with God, and it has to be internal and verbal, lengthy kind. We do the talking even though our lips will not move, we’ll be conversing even though we won’t be using any words.  Sometimes the words not spoken can be the most powerful ones.


Monday, 6 April 2009

Aristotle's 'Poetics' - Concept of Pity and Fear

Aristotle defines tragedy as “an imitation of action … it arouses pity and fear.” The audience becomes aware of the fact that catastrophe in a tragedy, that is, the death of the hero arouses pity and fear.  The words ‘pity’ and ‘fear’ cannot be reduced to one level of meaning. It was Aristotle who for the first time used the term ‘catharsis’ to mean the emotional cleansing – the release of the pent up overwhelming emotions of pity and fear. F.L. Lucas points out that catharsis is a medical metaphor. The end and the purpose of tragedy is purgation. In the obvious sense of the word, purgation comes to mean that some medicine is applied to the patient so that he may be purged off the superfluity of physical abnormalities which are lying in his body. In other words, purging off means complete elimination. Once something is eliminated, it will not occur again. Certainly Aristotle does not have such idea but he can point that his purpose was the purification of emotional morbidity so that audience may be able to regain its equivalent.

On the other hand, Humphrey House points out that the hero suffers from some flaw and the audience witnesses this. The scene of the suffering arouses a sense of pity. The persons in the audience feel that a similar fate may not overtake them. The main emphasis is on identification and the pathetic scene of the hero may arouse pity and fear but it is the objective centre of the subjective state of the audience. We can simplify this to self-pity. Similarly, the fear for the lot of the hero is the fear our own lot. Aristotle has also given his formula of means which refer to follow the middle path. The tragedy is intended to restore the means. In our day to day life, we find that the emotions of human beings have been inordinately charged. They may upset his nervous system. The scene of tragedy provides an opportunity to the audience to regain mental and emotional equilibrium. Hamlet suffers for no fault of his own. He becomes a victim of Claudius, Polonious and his mother. The entire society in which he is living is hostile, where he suffers and dies in the end. We can say that after observing the suffering of Hamlet on the stage, there is purification of emotional and mental state of the audience. Freud has termed this as the concept of ‘tragic pleasure’. It is labeled as ‘sadism’.

According to this viewpoint, when someone inflicts pain on others, he feels happy. The Freudian concept of sadism is true of certain human beings whose desires have not been fulfilled but this is not the whole truth. Many critics have given their own viewpoints regarding the concept of pity and fear but they do not give total explanation. In the modern age, pity and fear are treated as inferior feeling. Sydney points out that the tragedy should compel the admiration. When Tess is hanged at the end of the novel we feel a tragic haste. She could not be saved because of the ethical standards which were popular those days. When Hamlet dies, we feel “what a noble soul is overthrown.” Pity and fear have a therapeutic effect on the audience.

In Oedipus, the audience shows sympathy with Oedipus when he blinds himself with garden brooches. Though it was pre-ordained that Oedipus will kill his father and marry his mother. The audience sees it on the stage and feels the pleasure but when the truth is revealed to him that he is the killer of his father the things become different. The audience feels pity for him. In ‘Dr. Faustus’, Dr. Faustus is without any job though he is well-read, he wants to enjoy life because he is fed up with his learning but he gives way to necromancy (which means communication with the dead). The audience feels involved and enjoys each act of Dr. Faustus, may be his slapping the Pope, his selling of the horse, his bringing of grapes, the presenting of Alexander and his paramour. But situation becomes pathetic at the end of the play when the bond comes to a close like the closure of his life. He repents and audience feels pity for him.

The identification of the suffering that the tragic hero undergoes reminds the audience immediately of their own, thinking that they may not face such a situation. If the emotions do not get outlet, man may turn neurotic. So the concept of pity and fear provides a sort of balance for the psyche of the individual.

Thursday, 19 March 2009

"Life goes on..."

“I can sum up in the three words what I have learnt in life – Life goes on.” – This is what Robert Frost had to say about life. Although we sometimes refer to time as standing still yet that is only a fleeting feeling. It moves on and helps to colour our life in varied new hues. Life changes each day. A day or more precisely 24 hours or 1440 minutes is not only a numeric figure but it connotes these many lessons learnt. The application of these lessons is carried over to the next day. And life goes on…

I once read a board in a hospital that said, “This too will pass.” What a wonderful way of inspiring the ones, who had been bogged down by one or the other ailment. Moreover, the essence of life lies in seeing the glass half full and not half empty. It’s all in our mind, the way we look at the things life will seem to be wrapped in those colours only. A person, who is happy will see the bliss of spring all around him; and when we feel sad, dejected and lonely, the whole of the environment seems to be engulfed in the aura of solitude.

Keep in mind the next time, you see a flower laden tree, carry the happiness in your mind and you will see the nature herself spread cheer around you. Life goes on … true! But we have to make it run on our own terms. Be the controller, director and writer of your life. Adapt yourself to changing moods of the life. And not even for a moment you will feel the pinch of the extremities of life.

Tuesday, 10 March 2009

Alienation

According to Enclopaedia Britannica, the meaning of the term alienation has been analysed as under: “The idea of alienation remains an ambiguous concept with elusive meanings, the following variants being most common: (1) powerlessness, the feeling that one’s destiny is not under one’s own control but is determined by external agents, fate, luck, or institutional arrangements, (2) meaninglessness, referring either to the lack of comprehensibility or consistent meaning in any domain of action (such as world affairs or interpersonal relations) or to a generalized sense of purposelessness in life, (3) normlessness, the lack of commitment to shared social conventions of behaviour (hence widespread deviance, distrust, unrestrained individual competition, and the like), (4) cultural estrangement, the sense of removal from established values in society (as, for example, in intellectual or student rebellions against conventional institutions), (5) social isolation, the sense of loneliness or exclusion in social relations (as, for example, among minority group members), and (6) self-estrangement, perhaps the most difficult to define and in a sense the master theme, the understanding that in one way or another the individual is out of touch with himself.”

In today’s modern world, when we have so many new gadgets to talk to any person, in any part of the world at any time, we have the feeling of bonding that used to be there in the past times. A feeling of alienation has crept in. We often have the feeling of being ‘lonely in the crowd’. Man is not at peace with himself. So he cannot stay at peace with the society, his neighbours and his family. This instability and uneasiness that has entered into the modern materialistic life has led to the thinking man’s alienation. It also should be noted here that the feeling of alienation is a subjective term. We all have the level of alienation we feel or the kind of affinity we have with our surroundings.

It seems ironic that with the increase in methods and techniques of communication, the feeling of isolation, loneliness and alienation has increased, instead of waning. We have lost the opportunity of experiencing what Sir Edward Dyer said: “My mind to me a kingdom is”.

Monday, 9 March 2009

International Women's Day - March 8


March 8 is celebrated as International Women’s Day. There is no harm in celebrating days dedicated to some event. But the point is that we need to carry the essence of the celebrations to each day of the year and not keep it reserved for only particular day only.

Talking of Women’s Day I can say, everyday needs to be a Women’s Day. We don’t celebrate any Men’s Day. So does that mean – we celebrate only one out of the three hundred and sixty five days as women’s day. To obtain equality of sexes, women need to make efforts on their own part as well. They should not demand recognition for their work. Instead their deeds, actions and the work done should itself do the talking. In order to earn respect from the men’s world, they need to respect themselves first of all. Respecting oneself entails understanding one’s own capacities and abilities, and not underestimating oneself. It also includes not being dependant on others for things that can be done well independently.

To end on a lighter note, I would like to share a message I received yesterday:

‘Practice makes a man perfect.’ So what about women?

They don’t need any practice, they are born perfect.

We girls rock!!!

Moreover, “Never blame a girl, she teaches better than anyone else. If she is with you, she’ll teach how to live; if she leaves, she’ll teach how to survive.”

 

Friday, 20 February 2009

W.H. Auden's 'If I Could Tell You'

W.H. Auden (21 February 1907 – 29 September 1973), who is best known for his long poem ‘The Age of Anxiety’, also wrote, among other books of poetry, essays, plays etc., scripts for films. He also wrote the drama ‘The Ascent of F6’ and ‘The Dog Beneath the Skin’ in collaboration with Christopher Isherwood (who also had been his companion). Anyway my purpose of writing this post is not to explore his life history. I present here one of his most beautifully written poem entitled ‘If I Could Tell You’:

 

If I Could Tell You

Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

Suppose all the lions get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know. 

 After going through this poem, I was reminded of dying Hamlet’s last lines in  Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet’:

"Had I but time…
…O, I could tell you--
But let it be. . . . "

Another message that has been expressed is that there are some things which cannot be expressed through words, they have to be understood - the things, which even time won't explain. They have to be realised by ourselves only. They are probably the things that are left unsaid. But then, even silence communicates.