I hate the way the holiday makes all non-mothers, and the aughters of dead mothers, and the mothers of dead or severely damaged children, feel the deepest kind of grief and failure. The non-mothers must sit in their churches, temples, mosques, recovery rooms and pretend to feel good about the day while they are excluded from a holiday that benefits no one butHallmark and See's.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
To me, the short story differs from the novel in the way that, say, a watercolor differs from an oil, or a concerto differs from a symphony. Each form is telling a story, but the medium chosen by the artist informs (thank you, Mcluhan) the message. Obviously, an author doesn't choose to write a short story instead of a novel because it's shorter. She writes it because the shorter form suggests something different about the objectives of the narrative than does the longer form. For me, the short story generally conveys an existential situation, rather than a fully-fledged narrative plot. Of course things happen within the pages of a compelling short story, sometimes startling things, reversals of character,of fortune.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Aristotle claimed that poetry—he meant the epics of Homer and the tragedies of Aeschylus, Sophocles, and Euripides, which we would now call fiction—is a more serious business than history. History, he argued, tells us only what has happened, whereas fiction tells us what can happen, which can stretch our moral imaginations and give us insights into ourselves and other people.
Reading fiction always facinated me right from my child hood.Unfornutely this habit wanes in the present generation.In our present curriculam of studies class X and class XII students are not aware of the rich heritage of books the languages have. why not fiction was introduced to class X and class XII in both english and reginal language? Jayakanthan in tamil and some beautiful classic like Jane Austin be introduced to them. This will help them in future to cultivate reading habits for them. When they took a mindblogging and streneous carrer, this habit may help them relax a little at times of stress.
"a poem will travel in time and space, and last beyond the moment of its conception."
Saturday, April 17, 2010
"On each bank of the river were mangroves and nipah palm, and behind them the dense green of forests. In the distance stretched blue mountains, range upon range, as far as the eye could see.She had no sense of confinement nor gloom, but rather of openness and wide spaces where the exultant fancy could wander with delight.The green glittered in sunshine and the sky was blith and cheerful. the gracious land seemed to offer her a smiling welcome."
-- a passage from short story "The Force Of Circumstance" by Somerset Maugham.
Read the full story:
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Arundhati Roy in her article on Maoist massacre completely sided with the cause of mock courts and annihilation. In a well written article she exposed the nexus P.Chidambaram had with the mining mafia and land graping in the name of development.I completely agree with her views but her solution to the problem is not agreeable to me. we must find a way democratically not by police goons or maoists massacre.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Today I explained telepathy to you,
and telephone, and television,
on the way to day care,
and I said, sometimes when I'm at work
I'll think of you,
and if I could send you that thought with my mind,
you'd get it right then,
and maybe you'd smile, stopping a moment at whatever
you were doing, or maybe not
but just going on with it, making a mask out of paper plates
and orange and green cards
with markers and scissors and paste,
or screaming circles in the gym
either being a monster
or being chased by a gang of them, but still you'd get
the picture I was beaming
and you'd brighten inside and flash me something back,
which I'd get, where I was, and smile at.
That's telepathy, I said
pulling into the parking lot,
looking at you in the mirror.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
I saw a news item in today’s Hindu. A thirteen year old Pakistani boy mistakenly boarded Indian bound Samjautha` Express. The boy was actually fleeing from home in order to escape from his father’s wrath on his low marks obtained in recent examination.The boy was dully arrested at the border and handed over to the police. He faces a possible 5 years prison sentence. Is it right on our part to spoil a carrier of a child who has mistakenly drifted across the border? I wish our judicial authorities have enough sense to release the innocent boy and hand over to Pakistani authorities.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
But I had my astonishment when I saw a poem by Mary Dow Brine” Somebody’s mother”. The entire story that was illustrated as a cartoon in Moral science classroom was told in the poem by her. I came across the poem in the web site Almanac
And the woman's feet were aged and slow.
She stood at the crossing and waited long,
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng
Of human beings who passed her by
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye.
Read the full poem
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Khaled Hosseini’s The Kite Runner is another novel that mesmerized me. Though it got rave reviews I resisted reading it for a long time. Finally when no other book took my attention The Kite Runner invited me from The Eloor Library shelf and I took a risk. When I was in to the second chapter I was completely drawn into it. If any book fails to hold my attention with in first ten pages I would eventually abandon it. Set in Afghanistan the story depicts the country from their monarch days to Soviet invasion till and subsequent talibanisation through the eyes of protagonist. The brutalization of the society after the Taliban took over sends shock waves when you read it.
However towards the end the story revert back to ordinary melodramatic novel with predictable situations. The inner conflict the protagonist undergoes when he witnessed the crime done to his childhood friend and his subsequent inaction torments him through out his life. That conflict and his hunger for redemption alone set the novel apart till the end.
Very good read after a long time.
In ''The Kite Runner,'' Khaled Hosseini gives us a vivid and engaging story that reminds us how long his people have been struggling to triumph over the forces of violence -- forces that continue to threaten them even today.—New York Times