Thursday, April 23, 2020
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Tuesday, April 14, 2020
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Saturday, April 11, 2020
Wednesday, April 08, 2020
Capsula Mundi
When I breathe my last, cry no tears for me
Cremate me and scatter me in River Green;
Save me from those crowded churchyards
Where you can hardly stand and pray for me.
If by that time, there are burial pods here,
I’d love to come back as a white magnolia
Like the one near the verdant campus gate,
Whose flowers we picked and smelt daily.
Give away my stacks of favourite books,
The majority of unread ones, if any good,
Discard all my unfinished writing attempts
You can read no sense when hardly I can.
When your time comes join me as a favourite,
To leave a green forest tribe named after us.
Tuesday, April 07, 2020
Monday, April 06, 2020
Sunday, April 05, 2020
Saturday, April 04, 2020
Friday, April 03, 2020
Serendipity
There are times when one
is amazed by the kind of coincidences that happen in life like when you think
of a friend and she calls you on the phone exactly at that same moment. Sometimes,
you crave for a book or an item of food or a object and it appears right before
you. This phenomenon is called serendipity.
I have been an
avid fan of the concept of serendipity considering the fact that I have been
amazed by my good fortune in getting some of my desires granted. The word means
a pleasant surprise or a very fortunate occurrence. It is said that Horace
Walpole coined in this word in a letter to his friend in 1754, where he makes a
reference to a Persian fairy tale The Three Princes of Serendip, in
which three princes main were always learning by accidental discoveries of
things.
Another
favourite quote on serendipity has been from Paulo Coelho’s The
Alchemist: “When you want something, all the universe conspires in
helping you to achieve it. In the novel, Coelho expands on the concept of the
Soul of the World, which is supposed to bind all beings together. I guess
that’s how Santiago creates the wind and saves himself and the Alchemist from
death.
However, the
best description of this process comes from the nineteenth century American
philosopher Ralph Waldo Emerson in his essay “The Oversoul”:
The things that are really for thee gravitate to thee. You are running to seek your friend. Let your feet run, but your mind need not. If you do not find him, will you not acquiesce that it is best you should not find him? for there is a power, which, as it is in you, is in him also, and could therefore very well bring you together, if it were for the best… Every proverb, every book, every byword that belongs to thee for aid or comfort, shall surely come home through open or winding passages. Every friend whom not thy fantastic will but the great and tender heart in thee craveth, shall lock thee in his embrace. And this because the heart in thee is the heart of all; not a valve, not a wall, not an intersection is there anywhere in nature, but one blood rolls uninterruptedly an endless circulation through all men, as the water of the globe is all one sea, and, truly seen, its tide is one.”
However, if you
ask me whether I live only by this philosophy or whether it is possible to get
anything specific with this philosophy, I can only answer in small print like advertisers
do : Conditions Apply!
Thursday, March 26, 2020
Wednesday, March 25, 2020
Othappu
The Novel Othappu by the celebrated Malayalam feminist writer Sara Joseph has a strong woman character Margalita. Set against the life of Christian Thrissur, the novel depicts how Margalita, a nun hailing from one of the ancient Syrian Christian families flouts all traditions to fall in love with a Christian priest Roy Francis Kareekan. Their love is made intense by the vows of chastity that both of them have to keep and they throw away everything just to be together. But is breaking all rules to be with the beloved worth the trouble? Which is more important listening to your heart's voice or listening to the world? These are some of the questions posed by the novel.
Instead of creating a melodrama out of a delicate subject of love between a nun and a priest, Sara Joseph has delicately handled it but at the same time creating a very strong woman character before whom every other character pales in comparison. She is like a rock in times of trouble and creates her own identity in a society that has divested of all her previous roles- daughter, sister, believer and nun. For her, "love is joy; the joy of love is God; and when you can keep the joy of love in your heart, the whole world will be at peace and the earth will blossom" as she lives a life of sacrifice with Nanu, an orphan child and her unborn baby in her womb.
Instead of creating a melodrama out of a delicate subject of love between a nun and a priest, Sara Joseph has delicately handled it but at the same time creating a very strong woman character before whom every other character pales in comparison. She is like a rock in times of trouble and creates her own identity in a society that has divested of all her previous roles- daughter, sister, believer and nun. For her, "love is joy; the joy of love is God; and when you can keep the joy of love in your heart, the whole world will be at peace and the earth will blossom" as she lives a life of sacrifice with Nanu, an orphan child and her unborn baby in her womb.
The English translation of the novel by Rev. Dr. Valson Thampu and published by OUP is also available as Othappu: The Scent of the Other Side
Summer Love
When we meet again, this summer, after a long while;
We sit once again in our favourite spot near the fountain,
On the pink carpet of blossoms, we make our seat to chat
The serious thoughts about life, the trivial about the world.
Again the words couple goals make sense to us both,
Who have been lone wanderers in this weary universe,
To dream of the world of delights that we can travel,
To sip from the wine of togetherness till death parts us.
May be we could dream of watching the nightskies now,
To spend time reading books or chatting for long hours,
May be one might spend time roaming new destinations
Treading the surprises that this Earth has to offer us.
We celebrate this second bout of love in this midlife,
To weave dreams around a bond of growing understanding.
Copernicus
He proved that the earth was not the centre
Of this mighty sprawling universe.
Sorry my dear to break your illusions
You are not the centre of this world either.
You are not the centre of this world either.
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