WHY THE LION ATTACT THE MAN?
That an adventurous young man was attacked by a caged lion just the other day (19/12/07) at the ‘Assam State Zoo’ is not significant in the event itself, it carries a comment on the issue too far.
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That an adventurous young man was attacked by a caged lion just the other day (19/12/07) at the ‘Assam State Zoo’ is not significant in the event itself, it carries a comment on the issue too far.
It was Tea, Oil and Coal that had brought the British to the North-Eastern Part of the country during the pre-independence Era and for transportation purpose were the Railway Tracks were laid and by the time India achieved its Freedom most of the natural resources of this part had been taken way. But the all was not done away with. Still a lot were in store- not only Tea, Oil and Coal this part of the land that comprises Assam, Arunachal Pradesh, Meghalaya, Manipur, Mizoram, Tripura and Nagaland. Al these seven states touch one or the other International Boarders.
Please do not ask how long have I been deprived of a drop to drink.Ophelia’s death could not shiver Hemlet’s foot. Claudias are laughing away the ghostly command. None is alive here. All wake up at midnight wearing their shrouds looking for Dante. How could he enter Hell all flesh and blood? Question marks are stuck on the forehead of all. I control my tilting head for you made me drunk with the heart of the little pig. Sad time wearing the autumnal skin, lying on the lazy paddy field. Feathered deaths had already eaten Krutz’s heart. Civilization mocks at the filthy torture of a mighty man. Yet we are playing hide and seek. Shhhhh silent. Heart beats play rap here. Here, here at my swollen breast.
Not waiting for reply did I proceed and holding you
By your arms started my march
Some limping moments
Sneered my voyage
Centuries ago was planted a sapling of rage and odorous angst
Was my ship sailing in the air or on the ice
Knew I not
Scary faces of lost time
Frowned at my dark visage
Thousands of questions
Hurdled my way
I was not to answer
I was a vagabond
Nor a living ghost
I had put your body
On my shoulders
King’s men were on my way
Sabred their points with my
Frowning whisper
Scampered all
One more night
Journey would sleep a long slumber
You would still be with me
Am I looking back
Was a soldier by my own right
Shining deaths were my company
Not running perils to save the prince
I am truncating the beguiling hopes
Very often I wonder as to what purpose does our Traditional Educational System serve?. Right from our Primary to the tertiary and University level, education hardly comes handy so far our carrier building foundation is concerned. That the subjects we are taught are not quality based to make student stand on his own fit after he/she comes out of his formal Education, both under graduate and graduate or post graduate levels. To be frank an Arts graduate, particularly with combination such as History, Political Science, Sanskrit, and certain humanities subjects virtually teaches one nothing and when one steps into the practical world finds that he/she is good for nothing.
“Truth is Beauty and Beauty is truthâ€- This line in Keats’ ‘Ode on a Grecian Urn’ has put many a scholar puzzled and baffled. Pundits are forwarding their own stands but it is still an unwrought Urn. As in the poem these last lines are within inverted commas, it seems this declaration of a paradox is not of the poet but of some other force, could be the Omnipotent. Even if it is so for what reason would God pronounce such a paradoxical and ambiguous lines? The punctuation in the poem has put all into a mess. Now we can not either nullify this statement is not of the poet’s himself.
Of late we all have noticed in India major claims about how liberalisation and globalisation has raised the quality of higher education. Both the print media and the television have been carrying huge advertisement to this effect in such frequency that the common man has come to believe these claims. But can they stand an informed scrutiny?
Do not try to intrude into my dream. I know what I am. Have never sought any definition of life from you. Your life is different from that of mine. You play the hide and seek games and would have been much happier if I had joined you there. But no I am the last one to join you. I never say you are wrong, but every moment, every hour you are being stung by your own conscience.Now why are you trying to show me a way when your own feet are shaking? Please never try to zoom into my bed room or my bath room. These are my private places and I never like to show my truth to anyone, and if you try and get caught remember how the thieves had been hanged?
Do come to my decrated chamber at anytime you like, for I love you for the time being. But can not assure you that in near future too I will be there to welcome you in the same way as I am doing toady. The reason is your physique is still an unfound land. The moment I land there and tsee the things to see may not be treating like this. So please do not blame me later. I am like this. I was born with this characteristics. Last week I did way with a figure of your kind for no new chapter was left there for me to read. and you know I am a voracious reader. Once again I am telling you my stand. Now I love you as you do. If you want to be my idol and an imagination foreever please do not share a night with me.
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