Showing posts with label Literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Literature. Show all posts
Jan 9, 2021
Jun 10, 2018
May 7, 2018
Reach for the sky - Stories that inspire
Click the link below to find inspiring stories from the book Reach for the sky - Stories that inspire compiled by Amey Hegde. Send this link to your students and children and ask them to read at least the stories.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8qUyTkGux7eY2xrSXRZRGxvMUNRbDNMZVZ3NUlFamMzTHpj/view?usp=sharing
The online version of the book is used only for academic purposes.
May 10, 2015
Mar 6, 2015
Monday Morning and some notes
1. He considered Monday specially unpleasant in the calendar.
2. After the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday, it was difficult to get into the Monday mood of work and discipline.
3. The teacher was pinching him with one hand and with the other crossing out all the sums.
4. He came to the class, monopolized the last bench, and slept bravely.
5. He was said to receive his ninety percent as a result of washing clothes for his masters.
6. "You know why I am here?" asked the Head Master.
Swaminathan searched for an answer...... "I don't know sir" he replied innocently.
"I am here to look after you," said the Head Master.
Swaminathan was relieved to find that the question had such a simple answer.
3. The teacher was pinching him with one hand and with the other crossing out all the sums.
4. He came to the class, monopolized the last bench, and slept bravely.
5. He was said to receive his ninety percent as a result of washing clothes for his masters.
6. "You know why I am here?" asked the Head Master.
Swaminathan searched for an answer...... "I don't know sir" he replied innocently.
"I am here to look after you," said the Head Master.
Swaminathan was relieved to find that the question had such a simple answer.
[Few interesting lines from RK Narayan's story titled 'Monday Morning' from the book 'Swami and his friends'.
Oct 7, 2012
కలయిక మరియు ఇంకొన్ని కవితలు
[These poems are published in the August-2012 edition of Saahitya Prasthanam, a literary monthly.]
కలయిక
ఎప్పుడు కలిసి
ఎప్పుడు విడిపోయామో
తెలియదు.
ఇప్పుడు మళ్ళీ కలిసాము
దాహమున్నంత తృప్తి
తృప్తి ఉన్నంత దాహం
ఇప్పుడు కూడా ఉంది
దాహము తృప్తి కవలపిల్లలు
అంగడములో దాగుడుమూతలు
ఆడుతున్నట్టనిపిస్తుంది.
ఆమె
అందరూ అంటారు
ఆమె లేదని
నేనంటాను
ఆమె ఉన్నదని
సాక్షి?
నేనే!
ఆమె లేకపోతే
నేను లేకపోయేవాణ్ణి కదా!
కాలమంటే
బ్రతుకు
రంగులలో
మన రంగును
కలిపేది
బ్రతుకు
బ్రతుకంటే
చిత్రమూ కావచ్చు
తలరాత కావచ్చు
మనకిష్టమున్న రంగులతో
రూపొందితే చిత్రం
ఇష్టములేని రంగులతో
యేర్పడితే తలరాత!
ఆ మూడు రోజులు
మనంత మనము
సరదాగ అడుగులు వేసేవారము.
అది గతం.
నేనిప్పుడు ఢిల్లి వదిలి
మరొక నగరానికి పోతున్నాను.
అక్కడ నాకిష్టమైన ఉద్యోగం దొరికింది
వెళ్ళడానికి ఇంకా మూడు రోజులున్నాయి
నీవన్నావు.....
ఆ మూడు రోజులు
నాకోసమే!
బైపాస్
మేలుకొన్నవాడికి బ్రతుకు
ప్రతి మలుపులో వేచిఉండి
ఎదురు వస్తుంది!
పడుకొన్నవాడిని బ్రతుకు
మౌనంగా బైపాస్ చేస్తూ
వెళ్ళిపోతుంది!
గజల్
నీవు వెళ్ళిపోతే
బ్రతుకొక
గజల్ అవుతుంది!
నీవు తిరుగి వస్తే
గజలే
బ్రతుకవుతుంది!
మౌనంగా
మౌనంగా
పూవులా
వికసించాలనిపిస్తుంది
తావిలా....అలా....అలా
గాలిలో
కలసిపోవాలని కూడా.
[పంజాబి కవయిత్రి అమృతా ప్రీతమ్ స్మృతిలో ఆమె చెలికాడు ఇమ్రోజ్ వ్రాసిన ఆత్మకథలాంటి కవితాగుచ్ఛం "అమృతా కే లియే నజ్మ్ జారీ హై" నుండి స్వీకరించిన కవితలివి.]
Nov 16, 2010
చివరకు మిగిలేది.....!!!!???
ధన కనక సంచయ సంగ్రామములో
రేయింబవళ్ళు లెక్కించకుండా శ్రమించి, కూడబెట్టి
మోజు మేజవాణీల కాంచన మృగమును వెంబడిస్తూ,
శరీర దారుఢ్యత కోల్పోయి
రుజావ్యాధిగ్రస్తుడై, కృశించి, మంచాన పడి,
కళ్ళు మిటకరిస్తూ, గతించిన ఆరోగ్యమును గూర్చి స్మరిస్తూ,
భార్య పిల్లల ముఖాలు చూసి రోధిస్తూ,
సంపాదించిన సొమ్ము ఆసుపత్రి పాలు అవుతుంటే
చివరకు నీకు మిగిలినదేమిటి?
నలుగురి భుజాలపై ప్రయాణం!
ఎక్కడికని తెలియని శ్మశాన మౌనం!
ఆరడుగుల గోతిలో సుదీర్ఘ శయనం!
- ఓ అజ్ఞాత ఆంగ్ల కవి దర్శనము.
[ఈ కవిత సాహిత్య ప్రస్థానం మాస పత్రిక, నవెంబరు 2010, లో ప్రచురితమైనది]
రేయింబవళ్ళు లెక్కించకుండా శ్రమించి, కూడబెట్టి
మోజు మేజవాణీల కాంచన మృగమును వెంబడిస్తూ,
శరీర దారుఢ్యత కోల్పోయి
రుజావ్యాధిగ్రస్తుడై, కృశించి, మంచాన పడి,
కళ్ళు మిటకరిస్తూ, గతించిన ఆరోగ్యమును గూర్చి స్మరిస్తూ,
భార్య పిల్లల ముఖాలు చూసి రోధిస్తూ,
సంపాదించిన సొమ్ము ఆసుపత్రి పాలు అవుతుంటే
చివరకు నీకు మిగిలినదేమిటి?
నలుగురి భుజాలపై ప్రయాణం!
ఎక్కడికని తెలియని శ్మశాన మౌనం!
ఆరడుగుల గోతిలో సుదీర్ఘ శయనం!
- ఓ అజ్ఞాత ఆంగ్ల కవి దర్శనము.
[ఈ కవిత సాహిత్య ప్రస్థానం మాస పత్రిక, నవెంబరు 2010, లో ప్రచురితమైనది]
Sep 4, 2010
I Slew the Seven Horses of the Chariot of the Sun
[Namdev Dhasal's poem Mee Marale Sooryachya Rathache Ghode, which means I Slew the Seven Horses of the Chariot of the Sun. Translation - Dilip Chitre]
The wicked have injured the Earth
Poets know all about it
Only poets can save the Earth
From extinction.
The wicked have injured the Earth
Poets know all about it
Only poets can save the Earth
From extinction.
Man, You Should Explode
[This is Namdev Dhasal's poem from the collection called Golpitha. Translated by Dilip Chitre]
Man, you should explode
Yourself to bits to start with
Jive to a savage drum beat
Smoke hash, smoke ganja
Chew opium, bite lalpari
Guzzle country booze—if too broke,
Down a pint of the cheapest dalda
Stay tipsy day and night, stay tight round the clock
Cuss at one and all; swear by his mom’s twat, his sister’s cunt
Abuse him, slap him in the cheek, and pummel him…
Man, you should keep handy a Rampuri knife
A dagger, an axe, a sword, an iron rod, a hockey stick, a bamboo
You should carry acid bulbs and such things on you
You should be ready to carve out anybody’s innards without batting an eyelid
Commit murders and kill the sleeping ones
Turn humans into slaves; whip their arses with a lash
Cook your beans on their bleeding backsides
Rob your next-door neighbours, bust banks
Fuck the mothers of moneylenders and the stinking rich
Cut the throat of your own kith and kin by conning them; poison them, jinx them
You should hump anyone’s mother or sister anywhere you can
Engage your dick with every missy you can find, call nobody too old to be screwed
Call nobody too young, nobody too green to shag, lay them one and all
Perform gang rapes on stage in the public
Make whorehouses grow: live on a pimp’s cut: cut the women’s noses, tits
Make them ride naked on a donkey through the streets to shame them
Man, one should dig up roads, yank off bridges
One should topple down streetlights
Smash up police stations and railway stations
One should hurl grenades; one should drop hydrogen bombs to raze
Literary societies, schools, colleges, hospitals, airports
One should open the manholes of sewers and throw into them
Plato, Einstein, Archimedes, Socrates,
Marx, Ashoka, Hitler, Camus, Sartre, Kafka,
Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Ezra Pound, Hopkins, Goethe,
Dostoevsky, Mayakovsky, Maxim Gorky,
Edison, Madison, Kalidasa, Tukaram, Vyasa, Shakespeare, Jnaneshvar,
And keep them rotting there with all their words
One should hang to death the descendents of Jesus, the Paighamber, the Buddha, and Vishnu
One should crumble up temples, churches, mosques, sculptures, museums
One should blow with cannonballs all priests
And inscribe epigraphs with cloth soaked in their blood
Man, one should tear off all the pages of all the sacred books in the world
And give them to people for wiping shit off their arses when done
Remove sticks from anybody’s fence and go in there to shit and piss, and muck it up
Menstruate there, cough out phlegm, sneeze out goo
Choose what offends one’s sense of odour to wind up the show
Raise hell all over the place from up to down and in between
Man, you should drink human blood, eat spit roast human flesh, melt human fat and drink it
Smash the bones of your critics’ shanks on hard stone blocks to get their marrow
Wage class wars, caste wars, communal wars, party wars, crusades, world wars
One should become totally savage, ferocious, and primitive
One should become devil-may-care and create anarchy
Launch a campaign for not growing food, kill people all and sundry by starving them to death
Kill oneself too, let disease thrive, make all trees leafless
Take care that no bird ever sings, man, one should plan to die groaning and screaming in pain
Let all this grow into a tumour to fill the universe, balloon up
And burst at a nameless time to shrink.
After this all those who survive should stop robbing anyone or making others their slaves
After this they should stop calling one another names white or black, Brahmin, Kshatriya, Vaishya, or Shudra;
Stop creating political parties, stop building property, stop committing
The crime of not recognising one’s kin, not recognising one’s mother or sister
One should regard the sky as one’s grandpa, the earth as one’s grandma
And coddled by them everybody should bask in mutual love
Man, one should act so bright as to make the Sun and the Moon seem pale
One should share each morsel of food with everyone else, one should compose a hymn
To humanity itself, man, man should sing only the song of man.
Man, you should explode
Yourself to bits to start with
Jive to a savage drum beat
Smoke hash, smoke ganja
Chew opium, bite lalpari
Guzzle country booze—if too broke,
Down a pint of the cheapest dalda
Stay tipsy day and night, stay tight round the clock
Cuss at one and all; swear by his mom’s twat, his sister’s cunt
Abuse him, slap him in the cheek, and pummel him…
Man, you should keep handy a Rampuri knife
A dagger, an axe, a sword, an iron rod, a hockey stick, a bamboo
You should carry acid bulbs and such things on you
You should be ready to carve out anybody’s innards without batting an eyelid
Commit murders and kill the sleeping ones
Turn humans into slaves; whip their arses with a lash
Cook your beans on their bleeding backsides
Rob your next-door neighbours, bust banks
Fuck the mothers of moneylenders and the stinking rich
Cut the throat of your own kith and kin by conning them; poison them, jinx them
You should hump anyone’s mother or sister anywhere you can
Engage your dick with every missy you can find, call nobody too old to be screwed
Call nobody too young, nobody too green to shag, lay them one and all
Perform gang rapes on stage in the public
Make whorehouses grow: live on a pimp’s cut: cut the women’s noses, tits
Make them ride naked on a donkey through the streets to shame them
Man, one should dig up roads, yank off bridges
One should topple down streetlights
Smash up police stations and railway stations
One should hurl grenades; one should drop hydrogen bombs to raze
Literary societies, schools, colleges, hospitals, airports
One should open the manholes of sewers and throw into them
Plato, Einstein, Archimedes, Socrates,
Marx, Ashoka, Hitler, Camus, Sartre, Kafka,
Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Ezra Pound, Hopkins, Goethe,
Dostoevsky, Mayakovsky, Maxim Gorky,
Edison, Madison, Kalidasa, Tukaram, Vyasa, Shakespeare, Jnaneshvar,
And keep them rotting there with all their words
One should hang to death the descendents of Jesus, the Paighamber, the Buddha, and Vishnu
One should crumble up temples, churches, mosques, sculptures, museums
One should blow with cannonballs all priests
And inscribe epigraphs with cloth soaked in their blood
Man, one should tear off all the pages of all the sacred books in the world
And give them to people for wiping shit off their arses when done
Remove sticks from anybody’s fence and go in there to shit and piss, and muck it up
Menstruate there, cough out phlegm, sneeze out goo
Choose what offends one’s sense of odour to wind up the show
Raise hell all over the place from up to down and in between
Man, you should drink human blood, eat spit roast human flesh, melt human fat and drink it
Smash the bones of your critics’ shanks on hard stone blocks to get their marrow
Wage class wars, caste wars, communal wars, party wars, crusades, world wars
One should become totally savage, ferocious, and primitive
One should become devil-may-care and create anarchy
Launch a campaign for not growing food, kill people all and sundry by starving them to death
Kill oneself too, let disease thrive, make all trees leafless
Take care that no bird ever sings, man, one should plan to die groaning and screaming in pain
Let all this grow into a tumour to fill the universe, balloon up
And burst at a nameless time to shrink.
After this all those who survive should stop robbing anyone or making others their slaves
After this they should stop calling one another names white or black, Brahmin, Kshatriya, Vaishya, or Shudra;
Stop creating political parties, stop building property, stop committing
The crime of not recognising one’s kin, not recognising one’s mother or sister
One should regard the sky as one’s grandpa, the earth as one’s grandma
And coddled by them everybody should bask in mutual love
Man, one should act so bright as to make the Sun and the Moon seem pale
One should share each morsel of food with everyone else, one should compose a hymn
To humanity itself, man, man should sing only the song of man.
Aug 26, 2010
Ureka..Ureka
I had sent an article to www.kendasampige.com, a kannada portal, three months ago and had started to forget about it. The article was on the layman's understanding of Buddha's philosophy of life, death and how we should face both of them without attaching special emotions. I expected the article to be published on Buddha Poornima but somehow it didnt happen so. At last here it is! Published exactly after a month of my daughter's birth.
Am I emotional? Read it for yourself.
http://kendasampige.com/article.php?id=3663
Am I emotional? Read it for yourself.
http://kendasampige.com/article.php?id=3663
Aug 17, 2010
Classics not to be missed
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My students keep asking me to suggest them few books to read. The only thing I do at that particular point of time is to keep quiet, for I don't really know what their tastes are. If insisted, in order to escape I would ask them to read some Telugu or Kannada poems, stories, novels etc. I know they wont be convinced with that not-so-serious suggestion. On one occasion, my inguinity was suspected and I felt I should retaliate. I went on listing some of the finest books of the world that every book lover ought to read. See, if my list is of some use to you too. Do suggest if I missed out any.- The Ramayana - Valmiki
- The Mahabharata - Ved Vyas
- Abhignana Shakuntalam - Kalidas
- Aesope's Fables - Aesope
- The poetics - Aristotle
- The Bible - Various authors
- Alice' s adventures in wonderland - Lewis Carroll
- The canterbury tales - Chaucer
- Don Quixote - Cerventes
- Robinson Crusoe - Daniel Defoe
- Tale of two cities - Charles Dickens
- Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
- The adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Canon Doyle
- The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam - Edward Fitzerald
- The Diary of a young girl - Anne Frank
- Mother - Maxim Gorkey
- The return of the native - Thomas Hardy
- The Iliad - Homer
- The Odyssey - Homer
- Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
- The Alchemist - Ben Johnson
- The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho
- The outsider - Albert Camus
- Metamorphosis - Franz Kafka
- The Trial - Franz Kafka
- The jungle books - Rudyard Kipling
- Sons and lovers - D. H. Lawrence
- Paradise Lost/ Paradise Regained - John Milton
- Gone with the wind - Margeret Mitchell
- Utopia - Thomas Moore
- Animal Farm - George Orwell
- The Republic - Plato
- All is well that ends well - Shakespeare
- As you like it - Shakespeare
- Hamlet - Shakespeare
- Julius Caesar - Shakespeare
- King Lear - Shakespeare
- Romeo and Juliet -Shakespeare
- Man and Superman - George Bernard Shaw
- Gulliver's Travels - Jonathan Swift
- Anna Karenina - Tolstoy
- War and peace - Tolstoy
- The adventures of Tom sawyer - Mark Twain
- The adventures of Huckleberry Finn - Mark Twain
- Arabian night's entertainement - Unknown
- Around the world in 80 days - Jules Verne
- The Aeneid - Virgil
- Ben Hur - Lew Wallace
- The time machine - H. G. Wells
- Jonathan Livingston Seagull - Richard Bach
- To kill a mocking bird - Harper Lee
- The Godfather - Mario Puzo
- Things fall apart - Chinua Ache
Thats all I remember for now... Do let me know if you have read something worthwhile.
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