25.12.09

My favourite Christmas Carol


The origin of the Christmas carol we know as Silent Night was a poem that was written in 1816 by an Austrian priest called Joseph Mohr. On Christmas Eve in 1818 in the small alpine village called Oberndorf it is reputed that the organ at St. Nicholas Church had broken. Joseph Mohr gave the poem of Silent Night (Stille Nacht) to his friend Franz Xavier Gruber and the melody for Silent Night was composed with this in mind. The music to Silent Night was therefore intended for a guitar and the simple score was finished in time for Midnight Mass. Silent Night is the most famous Christmas carol of all time!

Lyrics:

Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!
Christ, the Saviour is born
Christ, the Saviour is born

Silent night, holy night
Son of God, love's pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth

It's so lovely to be listening to Christmas carols, bake cookies and Christmas cakes and do all Christmassy things! This is a lovely cake recipe. Please follow the links:

Recipe:http://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/database/chocolatefruitcake_84675.shtml

Video:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5TC_tA8sdFo

This looks like the yummiest Christmas cake ever. (Though I haven't tried it myself yet! )

WISH YOU ALL A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!

17.12.09

Respite

Sometimes
             the blueness of sky is
             not enough reprieve,
             the lapping of waves is
             no sufficient relief.

And
             a steaming pot of tea is
             too hot for the mouth,
             a piping mug of espresso
             too bitter for the tongue.

11.12.09

May the poem never end

Will the Poem End?
-Dilip Chitre

Will the poem end where
Barbed letters stare their black spells
Aimed at my eyes
Blood turns into tears shed by
An absent eye
And the admonition:
"Thou shalt not love this world
And sleep with thy enemy."


Will the poem end when
All his light is spent
And to a standstill, to a standstill come
All heartbeats and all drums
The cosmic drone
Buzzes back into life
Looking for its beginning.

Veteran poet, filmmaker, musician and artist Dilip Chitre passes away. He was suffering from cancer for the past few years.
His contribution to post independent Indian literature has been immense. His translations of Tukaram's work into English have been a celebration of the saint and Indian literature alike.
He is well known for his films, Vijeta and Ardha Satya with Govind Nihalani.
He has written numerous poems, Marathi and English and is the author of a good many anthologies.
There have been numerous exhibitions of his paintings.
He was a rare individual whose presence and creations touched so many facets of the world and its people. His contribution to the arts is all encompassing and can never be forgotten.
We'll miss him.
May the poem never end.

7.12.09

Mark Anthony's speech from Julius Caesar

William Shakespeare


Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him;
The evil that men do lives after them,
The good is oft interred with their bones,
So let it be with Caesar ... The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answered it ...
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,
(For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all; all honourable men)
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral ...
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man….
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
O judgement! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason…. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.




This speech is perhaps the most famous, most loved and most powerful speech in the history of English literature. The use of sarcasm (around the word 'honourable' and 'ambitious') is evident and so is the point that Anthony is trying to make here. He feels for Caesar in a heart wrenching way ('My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar') but uses it with poignancy to convince and remind people the truth about Caesar's actions and character as opposed to whatever Brutus has accused him of. Commendable and great. 

4.12.09

TO AN ISLE IN THE WATER

by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

SHY one, shy one,
Shy one of my heart,
She moves in the firelight
Pensively apart.

She carries in the dishes,
And lays them in a row.
To an isle in the water
With her would I go.

She carries in the candles,
And lights the curtained room,
Shy in the doorway
And shy in the gloom;

And shy as a rabbit,
Helpful and shy.
To an isle in the water
With her would I fly.

Source: http://www.poetry-archive.com

28.11.09

A Walk

by Rainer Maria Rilke



My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-

and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

Translated by Robert Bly
Source: http://www.poemhunter.com

19.11.09

Un-socially

Because there are over a million rules in the social bible!

It is supposedly an independent life, though all rules have been set. Others have decided what code of conduct will or won’t be correct. All one has to do is do or say something and look around. If faces are passive, she has done the right thing. If there’s even the hint of a frown, it’s best to undo the last action. Who knows whom one might end up displeasing?

There are rules, lots of rules. There are rules because we live in a society. A broken rule gives people the right to ‘point a finger’ at the rule-breaker and her clan.

There are rules about a million things – which school to study, which subject to study, whom to be friends with, how much to talk, which books to read, what occupation to aspire for, how much to score in the test, the necessity to score more than the neighbour, which shop to shop, which barber to get a haircut from, which clubs to be a member of, which sport to enjoy, which astrologer to get the kundali made etcetera.. [sigh].

In small towns, everyone knows everyone – each family knows each family up to three generations (at least), and they are always worried about all the families they know – up to the next three generations (at least). For example, Mr X’s daughter laughing (too loud social decibel meter-wise) on the street might give a dozen not-so-tolerant-urging-to-strengthen-sanskars advices to Mrs and Mr X. Mr Y’s son caught being greeted by his co-ed classmate will cause quite some head-shaking-mournful-beta haath se nikal gaya condolences being offered for the Y family (indirectly because it was a boy and boys can only make mistakes whereas girls commit sins).

And, the commendable part is, there’s no printed edition of the ‘social bible’ available anywhere; not on flipkart or amazon or google-books and definitely not in the local pichhli gulli waali kitabon ki dukaan. How all these families, their children and their children and their children know all these rules by heart is infinitely puzzling. Let’s consider this - new rules are made every day (to keep up with the modern world), some old ones fine tuned conveniently and still some being sometimes discarded (oh yes, convenience has more power than we ever admit). (Come to think of it, just like bible, there are versions like Luke, Matthew, John and editions like Old Testament, New Testament.) Then how does everyone else know when someone (like a poor Jr. X or Jr. Y) breaks a rule? Could it be in the air, water soil; or the fruits, grain and vegetable? Probably it’s in the genes – the middle class DNA. The kids are born knowing all the rules and versions (and all) like Abhimanyu.

What if, like so many genetic disorders and congenital defects, someone, anyone does NOT receive the pre-birth knowledge of the social bible genetically? How many rules could be taught to such a kid ; and how many versions (or editions whatever!)? What if she laughs and he slaps his co-ed classmate on her back on the streets? What if these kids make friends outside the ‘allowed’ group, enjoy sports others don’t know about and play hop-scotch in the neighbourhood gully and their rules? O my God, what a terrible, scary ‘What if’ this would be!

The ‘What if’ generation has started to arrive. There are lots of social bibles in dust bins these days (metaphorically of course, because the rules have been thrown out through actions, decisions and ways of life).

They’ve learnt that it’s easiest to live when you live your life from outside your window: no preferences, no choices, no exercising your will – always refer to the ‘rules’. That’s the ideal way to live. In fact, not even that, because we are a ‘progressive, educated, broad-minded, yet well grounded to our reality’ people. So they also know that the society pretends to give choices, in terms of choosing an education, friends, career, house and spouse. So ideally, one must pretend to have preferences, choices and will, and simultaneously make sure that they are exactly the ones laid down by everyone else. That is the IDEAL way to live.

They’ve also learnt that rebellion is such a waste of energy. So if they don’t live from outside their lives’ windows, then they place themselves and their lives in a cage and live, pretending to be around other people.

So they do not rebel, they do not convince anyone or show them their points of view, they do not argue – they pretend.