Monday, November 26, 2012
Monday, October 01, 2012
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Hengisbury Head ..
.. overlooking Mudeford Sandspit. Part of Southbourne in the Borough of Bournemouth, Dorset.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Came across this gem while reading Albert Camus's The First Man .. he encapsulated beautifully the irony of xenophobic nationalism amongst the working class ..
"It was not for mastery of the earth or the privileges of wealth and leisure that these unexpected nationalists were contending against other nationalities; it was for the privilege of servitude."
"It was not for mastery of the earth or the privileges of wealth and leisure that these unexpected nationalists were contending against other nationalities; it was for the privilege of servitude."
Drove past a village green and saw the daffodils have all but wilted away .. leaving decaying dried-up stalks that used to proudly adorn majestic yellow petals .. Robert Herrick lamented this poignant metaphor of life in his famous poem "To Daffodils" ..
We have short time to stay as you;
We have as short as spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you or anything.
We die,
As your hours do, and dry
Away
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be found again.
We have short time to stay as you;
We have as short as spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you or anything.
We die,
As your hours do, and dry
Away
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be found again.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
Thursday, February 02, 2012
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
My first short impression after reading few pages of "The Collaborator" by Mirza Waheed ..
It is bewildering how a writer can simply grab your imagination with woven words, wrench you away from reality and take you on a journey to a place you have never been to .. making you see through the character's eyes the imageries of utter violence against a backdrop of beautiful valley, lush green mountains and pretty hamlet. The farrago of bloods, cadavers, yellow flowers, green grasses and undulating brook is unsettling but enticing at the same time ...
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Politics is a process, like the working of various components of an engine that have to work together to enable whatever machine they are serving to achieve its designed purpose. The machine might be a horrendous weapon that kills and destroys, or a construction mechanism that builds and preserves ..
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