Saturday, December 3, 2011

Ready for exams?

"World is a school, and life is but a series of lessons" I told to a poet

"I agree" said he, "but to me the world seems to be full of illiterates"

Smiling, i asked "why do you think so?"

with pursed eyes and a worried face, he replied
"because half of them are school drop-outs and the rest are bunking classes"

Friday, December 2, 2011

Napoleon Bonaparte, as I cherish(a fast biography)





The life of Napoleon left me wondering about the sublime. A minor nobleman's son born in a small island named Crosica to the south of France, he began as a shy and introspective lad, extremely conscious of his self image and his identity. During his early childhood, when the then powerful and literally glorious Kingdom of France invaded Crosica, and made it a part of the French possessions, Napoleon's father defaulted as a French loyalist and moved along with his family, consisting of young Napoleon, his brothers and his mother, to Paris. At Paris, Napoleon was enrolled into teh school of the elites where he was met with a sense of foreignness and kept him grudging against the French invaders who had invaded his fatherland Crosica. After his school, he tried his hand at Crosican politics, but failed to make his mark there owing to the politics and the jealousy that the oligoarchy supported there. He was insulted as a traitor to his own fatherland and so he escaped to France where he was enrolled as an artillery general of the French army in the far south, where after a series of decisive wars with Austria and Italy, he grabbed the attention of the French administration and quickly rose in his ranks. When the British blocked his sea route during his invasion of Cairo in Egypt when he was marching further south, the genius reformed Egypt by systematizing the Egyptian cultural studies which are the foundations of the Egyptology studies to this day. He then gathered an army of his own from Cairo and marched victoriously back to France through the same sea route, which was an overwhelming spectacle to every French patriot. By the age of 26 he became the commander of a huge artillery unit of a major portion of the French army, and later on with the maturing of the French Revolution, entered the political scene of France. With the power now in his hands, Napoleon led the French in a series of wars which would eventually make him one of the most powerful men in 19th century Europe. Though a man who initially hated the French for their Crosican invasion, he eventually identified himself as a french man and after a series of undefeated wars in other parts of Europe, he emerged highly influential in the French political circles and eventually became the Head of State of the French government. This was followed by the great victories over the Czar of Russia and the age old enemy Austria and it was not a long time after this that he proclaimed himself as the Emperor.

Napoleon was just 32 when he became the emperor of France, more special since he had ascended from the ranks. His one sided love interest Josephine, who had unwillingly married to him and had continued her sexual amours with her other lovers even after marriage, was crowned the Empress. But Napoleon had hardly any time to spend at home since he almost spent about 18 hours of his day planning his military pursuits or the development of France. Great boulevards were planed, beautiful bridges built, canals constructed and great architecture flourished under his rule. The civil code that was passed under his rule became the guiding light to most of the constitutions of Europe in the future. Greats like Beethoven praised his character until later when Beethoven's opinion changed owing to what came to be called the power hungry phase of Napoleon's later years. Napoleon ruled France for a few years before a coup by British and Russian allies killed vast number of French Soldiers in a surprise invasion of France itself. Napoleon himself picked up his pen, resigned as the emperor of France and stepped down from the throne. The British sent into exile, in a remote island near Crosica, from which he later formed an army of his own, and marched back to Paris and successfully dethroned the puppet emperor Louis. His very return to France was like a rush of fresh blood into the French masses. He reinstated himself as teh emperor of France and led France to a series of wars called the famous Napoleonic wars when with the conquest of Prussia, he became the undisputed master of Europe. Napoleon now feared nobody. He was a great emperor with his fame reaching far and wide. Now a much hard headed man, he divorced his wife Josephine and married a young 19 year old daughter of the Royal family of Austria and within a year got a heir to his throne. Josephine remained his lucky star and love till the end. With Napoleon now becoming a family man, and old a weary of wars, he was losing grip of his warfare prowess-es. In the mean time, the only undefeated power, Britain, that wielded its complete monopoly over sea and its colonies was now the most ambitious target of Napoleon. With the betrayal of the Czar Alexander and his allying with the British, a totally infuriated Napoleon waged an offensive near the Belgian front at Waterloo, even after repeated fatal warnings. This was his last war where due to the sheer number of the enemy's army the French and Napoleon suffered a terrible defeat. Napoleon took the sip of poison which he carried in his pocket always but however that did not kill him. He was taken a prisoner again this time, and exiled to a far off island of St Helena in the west coast of Africa where he spent his remaining years in boredom and defeat. The news of the death of Josephine and his own France being ruled by the Allied puppets worried him till the end. However an eternal optimist that he was, he pursued in writing the story of his life in his St Helena days, before his death five and a half years later. A great soul breathed his last thus. In his final few days, he told his companions, "I shall rise to the highest level of sublimity not because of my conquests and successes but because of my defeat. Christ's glory lies in his crucifixion"

Friday, September 30, 2011

“There are two great rules of life: never tell everything at once”

-Ken Venturi

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Little Things

Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.

Thus the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity.

Another of my school poems by Ebenezer Cobham Brewer

Monday, May 2, 2011

POEM ON WRITING



When I Met My Muse

I glanced at her and took my glasses
off--they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then
ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the
sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and
knew that nails up there took a new grip
on whatever they touched. "I am your own
way of looking at things," she said. "When
you allow me to live with you, every
glance at the world around you will be
a sort of salvation." And I took her hand.

William Stafford

Monday, April 18, 2011

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind





Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most freindship if feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As a friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship if feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.



- William Shakespeare

Saturday, April 2, 2011

PAUSE



Leisure by W. H. Davies




WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Aachaaravillada Nalige




ಆಚರವಿಲ್ಲದ ನಾಲಿಗೆ
ನಿನ್ನ ನೀಚ ಬುದ್ಧಿಯ ಬಿಡು ನಾಲಿಗೆ
ವಿಚಾರವಿಲ್ಲದೆ ಪರರ ದುಶಿಪುದಕ್ಕೆ
ಚಾಚಿಕೊನದಿರುವಂತ ನಾಲಿಗೆ

ಚಾಡಿ ಹೇಳಲು ಬೇಡ ನಾಲಿಗೆ
ನಿನ್ನ ಬೇಡಿಕೊಂಬುವೆನು ನಾಲಿಗೆ
ರೂಢಿಗೋಡೆಯ ಶ್ರೀ ರಾಮನ ನಾಮವ
ಪಾಡುತಲಿರು ಕಂಡ್ಯ ನಾಲಿಗೆ

ಪ್ರಾತಃಕಾಲದೊಳೆದ್ದು ನಾಲಿಗೆ
ಶ್ರೀಪತಿ ಎನ್ನಬಾರದೆ ನಾಲಿಗೆ
ಪತಿತಪಾವನ ನಮ್ಮ ಪ್ರತಿಪತಿಜನಕನ
ಸತತವು ನುಡಿಕಂಡ್ಯ ನಾಲಿಗೆ

ಹರಿಯ ಸ್ಮರಣೆ ಮಾಡು ನಾಲಿಗೆ
ನರಹರಿಯ ಭಜಿಸು ಕಂಡ್ಯ ನಾಲಿಗೆ
ವರದ ಪುರಂದರ ವಿಠಲ ರಾಯನ
ಚರಣ ಕಮಲ ನೆನೆ ನಾಲಿಗೆ

A wonderful poem by Purandara Dasa

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Harivanshrai Bacchan's poem हिम्मत करनेवालों की कभी हार नहीं होती




लेहेरों से डरकर नौका पार नहीं होती
हिम्मत करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।

नन्ही चींटी जब दाना लेकर चलती है
चढ़ती दीवारों पर सौ बार फिसलती है।
मन का विश्वास रगों में साहस भरता है
चढ़कर गिरना गिरकर चढ़ना न अखरता है।
आखिर उसकी मेहनत बेकार नहीं होती
कोशिश करने वालों की हार नहीं होती।

डुबकियां सिंधू में गोताखोर लगाता है
जा जाकर खाली हाथ लौट आता है।
मिलते न सहज ही मोती पानी में
बढ़ता दुगना उत्साह इसी हैरानी में।
मुट्ठी उसकी खाली हर बार नहीं होती
हिम्मत करनेवालों की हार नहीं होती।

असफलता एक चुनौती है स्वीकार करो
क्या कमी रह गयी देखो और सुधार करो।
जब तक न सफल हो नींद चैन की त्यागो तुम
संघर्षोंका मैदान छोड़ मत भागो तुम।
कुछ कियेबिना ही जय जयकार नहीं होती
हिम्मत करनेवालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।

- बच्चन

One of the most powerful poems by Shri HarivanshRai Bacchan

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Malegalalli Madumagalu

ಇಲ್ಲಿ

ಯಾರೂ ಮುಖ್ಯರಲ್ಲ;
ಯಾರೂ ಅಮುಖ್ಯರಲ್ಲ;
ಯಾವದೂ ಯಃಕಶ್ಚಿತವಲ್ಲ!

ಇಲ್ಲಿ

ಯಾವುದಕ್ಕೂ ಮೊದಲಿಲ್ಲ;
ಯಾವುದಕ್ಕೂ ತುದಿಯಿಲ್ಲ;
ಯಾವುದೂ ಎಲ್ಲಿಯೂ ನಿಲ್ಲುವುದೂ ಇಲ್ಲ;
ಕೊನೆಮುಟ್ಟುವುದೂ ಇಲ್ಲ!

ಇಲ್ಲಿ

ಅವಸರವೂ ಸಾವಧಾನದ ಬೆನ್ನೀರಿದೆ!

ಇಲ್ಲಿ

ಎಲ್ಲಕ್ಕೂ ಇದೆ ಅರ್ಥ;
ಯಾವುದೂ ಅಲ್ಲ ವ್ಯರ್ಥ;
ನೀರೆಲ್ಲವೂ ತೀರ್ಥ!


Found these wonderful lines in the opening pages of Ku Vem Pu's classic novel ಮಲೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಮದುಮಗಳು! Happy reading so far-Regional Literature can speak of certain subtle things that non-regional languages naturally miss out!

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Abraham Lincoln





Abraham Lincoln had once written a letter to the principal of his son's school. The letter read like this:

"He has to learn a lot yet. I know everyone can't be honest and truthful but if possible make him aware about the magic of books. With that give him some time to think about the mysteries of nature-how the birds fly, the bees hum in the sunlight and how the flowers bloom in the lush-green mountains. Teach him to be a failure rather than a success by deceit. The whole world may disapprove his thoughts but he must learn to believe in whatever he thinks. Teach him to be polite with the polites and tough with the toughs. Make him strong enough to stand apart from the crowd and not to be a sheep of the herd. Teach him to listen to everyone but accept only that which has been tested and fare better on the scales of truth.
Teach him to laugh in the crisis and not to feel shame in shedding tears.Teach him to snub the whimsical persons and beware of sugar-coated words. He must value his power and brain very high but never sell his heart and soul at any cost. Teach him to ignore the shouting crowd if he thinks he is right. Treat him gently but please don't over protect him because only hardships bring the best out of a person.
Make him so courageous that he can raise his voice and so persevere that he can show his bravery. Teach him to believe in himself so that he can have belief in the humanity.
I have many aspirations from my son. Lets see how you can help in this regard. Undoubtedly, my son is a nice boy."


-- ABRAHAM LINCOLN