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Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam’s birthday was on 15 October 2015. The following shall pay a tribute to this great soul who also is known as the Missile Man and has been a former President of India.
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A standout amongst the most excellent books, I’ve ever read. In the event that there’s any individual who can paint a photo with dialect, it’s Amitav Ghosh.
Each page makes you encounter an uncommon situation; you’re discovered between needing to clutch each word and the avidness to dive more profound into the story.
The Hungry Tide brings out the magical universe of the Sundarbans exceptionally well. It is set amongst the little, poor and confined groups of the Sundarbans, the mangrove marshlands that assemble at the mouth of the colossal Ganges Delta. Sunderbans mean the beautiful forest.
I like to quote here beautiful lines from the novel
‘we who have always thought of joy,
as rising….feel the emotion
that almost amazes us
when a happy thing falls. ‘
The Plot is interesting, amazingly woven between the two lead characters of Piya and Kanai. Nirmal’s notebook particularly adds a kind of a mystery to the water mazes of Sunderbans.
With Ghosh’s narrative, you could envision, for a case, each drop of water that spouts into eyes and mouth, and hotly fluttering legs before you see a man suffocating. While reading, I was for all intents and purposes transported and lived by the Sunderbans’ unbounded water channels, viewed the dolphins in the winter chill and survived its violent winds. The explanation of the exotic, whether scientific, geographic, or historical can be as engaging as the lives of the characters.
Ghosh hypnotizes you with the excellence of the scene, its waterways and tides, mangroves and thick woods. The author leaves a few different points of interest with little esteem to the general plot and a few remaining details loosened. He perhaps anticipates that mature reader will envision their own rendition of untold stories.
Generally speaking, The Hungry Tide: A Novel is an extremely tasteful excursion. It positively swept me away into an abstract sea, and I am now a fan of Amitav Ghosh who looks forward to his novels.
I trust
my dreams
because they
always come true
In one way or another
I prove this is true
8.9.15
Source: It’s Already A Matter Of Time | Aubrey’s Arch
Thank you, Aubrey. Beautiful lines, you have just made my day. 🙂
On the eve of India’s Independence Day, Tagore’s contributions to the nation cannot be overlooked.
The translation in English is as follows:
Mother, I bow to thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
bright with orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight,
Dark fields waving Mother of might,
Mother free.
Glory of moonlight dreams,
Over thy branches and lordly streams,
Clad in thy blossoming trees,
Mother, giver of ease
Laughing low and sweet!
Mother I kiss thy feet,
Speaker sweet and low!
Mother, to thee I bow.
Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands,
When the sword flesh out in the seventy million hands
And seventy million voices roar
Thy dreadful name from shore to shore?
With many strengths who art mighty and
stored,
To thee I call Mother and Lord!
Though who savest, arise and save!
To her I cry who ever her foeman drove
Back from plain and Sea
And shook herself free.
Thou art wisdom, thou art law,
Thou art heart, our soul, our breath
Though art love divine, the awe
In our hearts that conquers death.
Thine the strength that nervs the arm,
Thine the beauty, thine the charm.
Every image made divine
In our temples is but thine.
Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen,
With her hands that strike and her
swords of sheen,
Thou art Lakshmi lotus-throned,
And the Muse a hundred-toned,
Pure and perfect without peer,
Mother lend thine ear,
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
Bright with thy orchard gleems,
Dark of hue O candid-fair
In thy soul, with jewelled hair
And thy glorious smile divine,
Loveliest of all earthly lands,
Showering wealth from well-stored hands!
Mother, mother mine!
Mother sweet, I bow to thee,
Mother great and free!
Freedom from fear is the freedom
I claim for you my motherland!
Freedom from the burden of the ages, bending your head,
breaking your back, blinding your eyes to the beckoning
call of the future;
Freedom from the shackles of slumber wherewith
you fasten yourself in night’s stillness,
mistrusting the star that speaks of truth’s adventurous paths;
freedom from the anarchy of destiny
whole sails are weakly yielded to the blind uncertain winds,
and the helm to a hand ever rigid and cold as death.
Freedom from the insult of dwelling in a puppet’s world,
where movements are started through brainless wires,
repeated through mindless habits,
where figures wait with patience and obedience for the
master of show,
to be stirred into a mimicry of life.
The song exhorts the listener to continue his or her journey, despite abandonment or lack of support from others. The song is often quoted in the context of political or social change movements.
The essence of India, its diversity, defines the nature of its democracy.