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An excerpt from Pride and Prejudice

Society cares very little about thoughts of a yet to be married professionally well settled man. Such men are treated like a hook and probably a lot of things, wishes die very quickly for them. Jane Austin' Pride and Prejudice interestingly puts this view point at the beginning itself. Here is an interesting excerpt from it:-

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good
fortune, must be in want of a wife.

However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering
a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.

"My dear Mr. Bennet," said his lady to him one day, "have you heard that
Netherfield Park is let at last?"
Mr. Bennet replied that he had not.
"But it is," returned she; "for Mrs. Long has just been here, and she told me all about it."
Mr. Bennet made no answ…

The Australian Episode

If Indian television News media were a lady, or better say Indian Film Industry to Page 3 celebrity, who it would have resembled ? I'll go for Rakhi Sawant( for those who don't know her, please do not Google her for wiki pages, some masaala web pages will do the necessary). The morale for both is the same - keep speaking, rather keep boozing, till it advertises you, till it accelerates your TRP. And hey more and more you will pour out, all truth, all morality and all news will have free flow, free ascent. Something like captain cook iodized salt ... :). But 'm just hearing, someone is murmuring ... Rakhi is too frivolous while media has people like Pronoy Roy, Barkha Dutt, Mr. Rajdeep Sardesai and the Secular Superman Vinod Dua ... damn serious people, the pillars of Indian Television Journalism, ohh ... rather they are The Journalism themselves. Thankyou, ... so what ??? The lexicons, the words they beat ... solemnizes, casts whatever happens around in polarized way.


"IN THE LAND OF BUDDHA!" - a poem by my friend Ratan

I would have liked to write about my friend Ratan, but perhaps a quadruple of posts can only do the justice to him, me and the world both of us share. Ratan is in Allahabad and will remain so, as he is planning to shift from Delhi to there, it appears ... completely. Here is a poem by him, the theme is based on Genocide of Tamils in Sri Lanka.


haa lankesh,
haa haa lankesh !
naash karo tum naash karo,
sab prit ka,
vichaar, gyan,
tum manav-man ka,
naash karo tum naash karo,
haa lankesh,
haa haa lankesh !
boond boond kya?
tum dhaara bahaavo,
hind mahaasagar tum lal karo,
samundr jal kuchh aur khaara ho,
bhishaan tum chitkar karo,
haa lankesh,
haa haa lankesh !
nanhon ko tum bikhlane do,
karo tarunon ka tum kop bhaakshaann,
man kanpe.........
haa lankesh,
haa haa lankesh !
karo tum bhishaan haal-chaal,
dekho yah chita fir n dahaad sake,
usakee aatma bhi n chinghaad sake,
golion kee tum jhaadi lagao,
nabh se bhi aag barasavo,


And then we jettisoned ourselves into IMAX to watch this otherwise 3-4 weeks old movie - 99B
(thanks to IPL effect). The popcorn were on ... the otherwise Rs. 15 turned Rs.45 Sprite can was on. Since 99B was the only Hindi film flick available on the screens, and since the title of film looked dark ... so respectively, the choices were not there and hope for a complete movie was also remote. But nay, 99B proved me wrong, and can say that movie structured out well out of the plot based on "Cricket Match fix" scandal that rocked the cricketing world back in 99. And Boman Irani once again has proven that how masterly a good actor deciphers the minute elements of a scene. The way he was persuading against his wife for his characteristic weakness to bet for Cricket Matches, was hilarious and at the same time very original. In short this movie does what it was meant for. Moreover this guy, Kunal Khemmu is also impressive. Another interesting scene was Cyrus Broacha's showing se…

Shelley's Marriage ...

Percy Bysshe Shelley, famously called Shelley is one the very popular poets of English literature. And like very creative people of other fields, he too had enigmatic elements in his life.

...Four months after being expelled, the 19-year-old Shelley travelled to Scotland with the 16-year-old schoolgirl Harriet Westbrook to get married. After their marriage on 28 August 1811, Shelley invited his college friend Hogg to share their household. When Harriet objected, however, Shelley brought her to Keswick in England's Lake District, intending to write. Distracted by political events, he visited Ireland shortly afterward in order to engage in radical pamphleteering. Here he wrote his Address to the Irish People and was seen at several nationalist rallies. His activities earned him the unfavourable attention of the British government.

Unhappy in his nearly three-year-old marriage, Shelley often left his wife and child (Ianthe Shelley, 1813-76) alone, first to study Italian with a certain …


I am not sure of literal meaning of "Aila". Neither am sure of it belongs to which language, though Hindi film song --"Aila re ..." or Sachin's Pepsi's ad suggests that "Aila" may be a slang, at least . Aila's femininity or masculinity is something I am leaving up-to linguists or ... the hard nosed people who debated and debated with me on it ;).
But gone by the essence in which this term was used in Songs or Ads, "Aila" carries a sudden surprise element though the imposition of surprise is not forceful. So though it is delivery of surprise ... its not something which will make you run bizarre. "Aila" has soft intensity.
"Aila" has killed hundreds of people this time. Its cyclone Aila. Aila is just a noun here, its verbal context described in upper stanza has no connection.
Actually in the consciousness of Indian mindset, Cyclone "Aila" or floods or earthquakes or any other cacophony are verbally "Ail…

Rebooting ...

Almost Six months ...

The green, lightening green, stem first got stemmed ... something stoppered its giggles ... and the greenery slowly darkened ... became pale, shrunken ... just an inert mass ... full of dusts ... leaving no scope for some one to look after it ...

My Blog has kissed though not the death ... but it suffers a feeling of being stemmed ...

Its frightening for me ... promising to keep writing ... writing is yet, the best art of the mankind. Hope, will be updating on daily basis.