A Geography lesson

Rarely do we accept reality recognizing its true import.The easiest way is to colour a bit of reality to our convenience so that our self perception veers towards what we want to be. It is really difficult to accept some of the most common and silliest of our traits.

The small boat.

There was an interesting exercise in the ODD class today.We were supposed to draw something which reflected our personality. I think most people end up drawing what they want to be rather than what they are.This is what some of the samples were like:

Sham## : Madras Mail, Passengers get on and off at their own discretion. The train just goes about its business.
Shr##: Cockroach, because he is a survivor and can adapt easily.
Master: Shark, it just eats and swims .....whenever it feels like and knows no rules.
Nehbur: Monkey,has fun +is restless +keeps jumping around.
Groupie: As usual he had a lot to say about himself ..a pizza,a gremlin and another thing i cant recall.

Myself:
A small boat,battered,it has a sail but no rudder.
The small boat is happy being a small boat but it is surrounded by small boats which want to be big boats and big boats which want to be bigger boats.Sometimes it is at a loss to understand if there is something wrong with being happy as a small boat.When a big boat passes it by,it thinks the small boat's inability to be a big boat is the reason it 'claims' to be content.
The boat loves the sea and the only thing it cannot understand is why other boats stay on shore at the sign of choppy waters.
ok this is getting very cheesy
well if i had a choice i would be HMS Ullyses of the Alistair Mclean fame.

The Screamingly-funny

limericks as i found out the other day are not
(as i have mistakenly been led to believe since childhood)
just a piece of nonsense verse,
they are infact poems where lines 1,2 and 5 rhyme
and 3,4 rhyme with each other
this must be one of the best limericks i have heard
i have this inclination towards small
and tightly worded poetry
is it a sign of the sedentary life i lead .....
that i dont even feel like going through
long lines of poetry ?

today was just another day ......
another trip to mhow
lots of people this time
its funny though cetrizine does not seem to work on me
i had 2 tablets since morning
and i m still not feeling sleepy


sham did most of the work in strategy ......
and for all my enthu over the last month i cried off again
ah!.....sigh
i dont like myself this way
it drives me to mournful poetry :(


'As the poets have mournfully sung'

As the poets have mournfully sung,
Death takes the innocent young,
The rolling-in-money,
The screamingly-funny,
And those who are very well hung

W. H. Auden

this might be the mournful poetry auden talks about in his poem
:)
it is amazing by itself


The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

Omar Khayyam

And I am happier than you are.

'Salutation' 

O generation of the thoroughly smug
and thoroughly uncomfortable,
I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun,
I have seen them with untidy families,
I have seen their smiles full of teeth
and heard ungainly laughter.
And I am happier than you are,
And they were happier than I am;
And the fish swim in the lake
and do not even own clothing.

Ezra Pound

oblique references to .............

'The Sermon on the Mount'

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of
heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they shall be satisfied.
Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons
of God.

Anon

"[28]And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field,
how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin. [29] And yet I say unto
you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
[30] Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which today is, and
tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of
little faith?"
-- The Bible, King James Version, the Gospel of Matthew, ch.6


I am still struggling to comprehend fully the meaning of this poem
but right now sp has to come higher on the priority list

and the days are not full enough ?

'And the days are not full enough'

And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
           Not shaking the grass.

Ezra Pound


next to this poem i also found this quote
"A designer knows he has achieved perfection not when there is nothing
left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away."
Antoine de Saint
need i say more?

behind the name

hmmmmm
am i a drunkard ,or to be more precise an alcoholic ?
nope .....than why the url .....alwaysgetdrunk !

'Get Drunk!' 

Always be drunk.
That's it!
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
Time's horrid fardel
bruise your shoulders,
grinding you into the earth,
Get drunk and stay that way.
On what?

On  wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up
on the porches of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the dismal loneliness of your own room,
your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock,
ask everything that flees,
everything that groans
or rolls
or sings,
everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
and the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock
will answer you:
"Time to get drunk!

Don't be martyred slaves of Time,
Get drunk!
Stay drunk!
On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"

Charles Baudelaire