Wednesday, 27 January 2010

A poem I liked since boyhood

William Wordsworth. 1770–1850

. The Solitary Reaper

BEHOLD her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain, 5
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.

No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands 10
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas 15
Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?—
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago: 20
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?

Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang 25
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;—
I listen'd, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill, 30
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.

This poem of Wordsworth has been reminding me whenever I think of poetry ever since I first learned in my Hight school days.This solitary reaper symbolizes section of people who work tirelessly despite the fact they cant raise up from the standard they were born , but effortlessly fight against all odds.And also this people never wait for anyone to entertain them to escape from the reality and like the solitary reaper sings herself ,many speak themselves to get away from the depression which is normal to fall into .Life goes on with its kaleidoscopic  illusions and many go along with it thinking the illusion is real.
We pass on as we are tied down with our worldly duties feeling remorse also for not being able to do anything towards the amelioration of their standard. Some get angry with those who make money unscrupulously and being uncharitable also with thus accumulated money, though we know human life is limited and we like ants think we are big and do all the things by our own smartness and intelligence. Ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaa.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Can we control our destiny is a constant question debated by Philosophers and authors of self-development books.Authors talk this at one level of understanding and those who have understood and Saints from other level which is not comprehensible to those authors with limited vision and commercial bias.

Wednesday, 20 January 2010

Free schemes of Tamil Nadu

In the local News Paper in Tamil, Dhinamalar, today a news has been reported about the MInister's statement telling at the venue of free dhothi and sarries distribution that people come in cars to avail the free schemes of Chief Minister and it seems as if the statement made is sarcastic hitting the sensitivities of the middle class.

The Ministers may be advised to talk with more caution when they make talks in the public.Even free TVs were collected by the middle class who came to receive using their cars.Besides CM did not show any discrimination in distributing the TVs and being distributed to all the sections of society. May be giving the free TVs to one all is another debatable matter, this local Minister can be restrained to comment on the public who come to receive the same in cars.And one thing is discernible, rather the Minister himself is not for giving something free to one and for all.

I have noticed for the Kalaignar Insurance scheme, so many people came in cars to get the card of Insurance.Well,Govt should certainly think and reconsider whether the upper-middle and rich class need such schemes.

On the other hand Coimbatore corporation is trying to raise the drinking water tax and the deposit for the water tap connection , which if diligently calculated , the poor class and lower middle class are going to pay through the nose.The poor class who live in the low - rented houses , where may be only one connection being used for many families, the rent will be increased by the house owner , so directly all the so-called poor and lower middle class is going to be penalized for no fault of theirs.

Once even Corporation was attempting to collect money for collecting the wastes everyday from the houses thereby wanting to make 30 rupees per month, in addition to collecting house tax etc.

Milk price has been already raised- reason given when everything goes up , milk producers want due rates for the produce. Well, right .

Can we say the poor class children will have the required milk everyday, only option for the lower middle and poor class is reduce the consumption , which is the order of the day in every household for anything and everything.

How badly the lower class is hit by the insensitive schemes may not be addressed by the media, since the poor class is not their target audience.

The graphic detail of the poor class is hit by the spiraling prices of vegetables and the eating habits is comprehensible if you are able to watch the health and growth of the children attending the Municipal, corporation and Panchayath schools.Spend sometime in front of these schools and see the pathetic conditions of these children and the school's convenience inside the buildings.

Long term goal is not distributing free tvs,rice,dhitis, sarries, insurance schemes. What we need to concentrate in case we really are interested in the future generation is improving the schools with facilities, increase or fill up the vacancies of teachers, ameliorating the infrastructure of the Govt Hospitals with medicines,spending money on the drinking water supply to the poor , electrification , drainage facilities, employability [ skill development of the poor class according to the requirements of society] of the poor, trying to control the habit of drinking of the labor class. Taking data from the poor class ladies as to what are the real sufferings they undergo everyday in the society and in the family and what are the lacunae they feel in running the family.Unless this kind of strategy is adapted , the democracy will be at stake owing to non inclusive so-called development.

Free of everything , for the election point of you will not be appreciated by the succeeding generation and the name and reputation of what being generated in the present scenario will be disgusting to the future generation once reality strikes hard on the face of monumental blunders.

Sunday, 3 January 2010

My early days in school

One part of my life was spent in Erode of Tamil Nadu where my father had been transferred by Railways when I was hardly 4 or 5 yrs old and my official admission in school was in Erode only.We moved into a small house which normally employees of those days occupied and we never had any constraints of space in the house.
I was admitted in a nearby school where one of the teachers was a friend of my father.Now I know it was not a great school to boast of , it was typical school where children sat down on the floor, in one corner a black board and old cloth was used as duster and a stick to control the class on the table and a chair.
This school had only classes up to 5th standard and a small play ground with out balls or any playing instruments.We used to play only Khabadi or any game traditional or we on our own invented.
Our house was nearby from school and 2 or 3 minutes walk ,so we did not carry any lunch box to school, at the stroke of the lunch bell we would come to house and finish our lunch and go back with in 30 minutes.
I was in 1st std and my elder brother was in 2nd standard since he is hardly 1 and1/2 yrs older to me.So all my life I had companion for going to school or college- normal joke of my and brother's friends had been I would catch up with my brother in case he failed once in any year which never happened till our graduations.
I remember I was in 2 nd standard and my brother in 3 rd when a school drama was organised , in 60's only historical dramas were written and played in schools and since my brother was the fairest in the school he was selected to act as an Englishman with the costumes of small coat,tie,cap and other paraphernalia , how we managed to get all these things or school arranged the costumes, i dont remember , but fellow schoolmates started calling him 'vellakara...vellakara..'.Then one drama in which he played the role of a grocery shop fellow, in those days telugu speaking chettiars happened to be the grocery shop owners, he was given the role and he had to talk only telugu which he did since our mother tongue being telugu. Costumes I remember,white dhothi worn in a traditional 'panchkatcham' style without any shirt but with a sacred thread.Dialogue was 'uppu lethu,pappu lethu' meaning 'no salt,no dhall' .