Sunday, 1 October 2017
Thursday, 27 April 2017
When i have choose the title i know what you will think after reading the title and guess what? You are right. It's all about phone and phone of girl(boy khud ko dur rakhe). In our society girl is not engaged and still have phone 😱and she is chatting with friends(Not boy because ak ladka or AK ladki kabhi dost nhi ho sakte😡) than what everybody thought🤔🤔 she must have boyfriend.
Her phone is for family. For brother it is toy, for mother it is tool to play her "Bhajans" and much more for everyone. She should not listen the song because it spoils her and chatting with anyone is always point to raise questions on her character.
And by mistake if she has privacy lock 😱😱😱😱and how she dare to have privacy in her phone(actually not her phone😬). She never have any kind of personal stuff because our 'gudiya' is open book and she should sacrifice her personal life for family.
Some girl used save the numbers of boys on the name of girl and now i get it why girls do that things. Parents used to say "i am very open minded and i gave phone to my daughter"- ohh congratulation parents. Please give her some privacy also because she need it just like your son. And accept that she also have some friends who all are not girl because she is living the world where girl and boy are in competition.
And how could i forget clothes👗 of girl😥. Now a days girls have started to show her body and of course she wear short clothes which attract the attention of "Sanskari boy". Our mother used to say "Don't wear that because your father don't like that and he was telling me that it showed your body". Excuse me who told father to look there🙄. It's her choice so don't give her freedom to select her clothes and simply you should go and purchase "Burkha" for her. Believe me 😬no body can see a single finger of girl.
And the last one is choice of life partner. Generally girl never has this right. Boy came to see her and than if all sets than they come to her place for all the rituals. Before discussing this let me say one more point- Now a days parents says to daughter that if she has anyone in her life they will accept him. But when actually she said that to her parents🙄 it's like throwing atomic bomb🔥🏮 in Nagasaki. Believe me that will be not like what girl have imagined.
I favour our old ritual of killing little baby girl in milk. Because if she will grow up than she will ask for freedom, equality, privacy and her choice. She will ask for her own room.
Saturday, 8 April 2017
“Hii where are you?”
“Me abhi bahar hu baad me baat karta hu.....” Anik was about to cut the call but she has interrupted
“Hey listen to me na.....” Kia was teasing him.
“Yes say” as always he has replied
“Nothing just i want to know what are you doing?” Kia was always like this. She was a girl who always love to smile made others smile. But she never knows that her this habit is not good at every time.
“Nothing u say” once again Anik has replied.
“You say i used to speak a lot now u say because you never shared anything” this time Kia has finally opened up that she understood everything that he used to maintain distance between them. When she gave everything from her side and she was expecting him to give his half but still he failed in that from last nine months. But she has hope and this made the bondage more stronger. Kia has no limits in her silly thoughts and with that she used to tease him. Still he listened her because its all his love. Every person have some limits and Anik was kind of person who used to keep himself away from close relationship so sometimes its turn in to horrible fights.
“But i have nothing to say and if u have called to me for this rubbish talk than i am not interested , ttyl, faltu ki bakvaas” he has cut the call. But Kia was in mood of fight she has redialed his number,
"How could you cut my call? Kia has shouted
"Ok say me what you want to talk about?"
"Nothing you just stay outside tumhare pass kabhi mere lie time hi nhi hota.... i will never call you......" her voice become slower and he has noticed.
"Baby i am on my work so can we talk later?"Anik has gave up.
"Pahele nhi bol sakte the kya pagalu mera" and its turned in to romantic conversation.
"Pahele bataya hota to fir tu call nhi karti na pagalu meri....." Once again that war turns in to one romantic film.
Just after one hour she got one message on her phone screen” Love you Jaanu” and once again their story has moved ahead. He loves her like everything but most of the time they failed to show it to each other. When Anik was living alone he was kind of secreat keeper and Kia has no secreats. And after all love has that power to make him open up about his feelings. They realise what is true love after met with each other. Love has been wanished from their life when they met and now they were losting in true love. Sometimes words are not enough to describe the feelings and something like this has been started in their life. And journey will go ahead...
Friday, 7 April 2017
Tu Mere Saath Ho
“Where are you stupid i am searching for you from last 15 minutes” Kia was high because still she was clueless about the place where they have decided to go for lunch. Butterflies were flying in her stomach because first time she was going to meet her Crush(secretly). Anik was also exited to meet the girls who has made the life like dream from the last month and finally the moments come and they saw each other. Everything was stopped for a moment and they were frozen.
7 months ago
Monday, 3 April 2017
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Tuesday, 21 March 2017
I don't wanna spoil mood of other so I put smile on my face..
If I am silent than never think I am stupid
But it's my kind nature to not insult anyone
Yes I love to be shaped but I never ask you to give me tips
Whatever you are for me but make sure my plastic smile for you is formality
Selfishness of world is so sweet
Just like framed song
I listen the music I love
May be its third category for others but u better mind your own business
Don't contribute in shaping of my life
I know very well myself.
Because it's me.
Monday, 20 March 2017
About Poet:T.S. Eliot was a groundbreaking 20th century poet who is known widely for his work "The Waste Land."
T.S. Eliot was born in St. Louis, Missouri, in 1888. He published his first poetic masterpiece, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," in 1915. In 1921, he wrote the poem "The Waste Land" while recovering from exhaustion. The dense, allusion-heavy poem went on to redefine the genre and become one of the most talked about poems in literary history. For his lifetime of poetic innovation, Eliot won the Order of Merit and the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948. Part of the ex-pat community of the 1920s, he spent most of his life in Europe, dying in London, England, in 1965.
The Waste Land
The Burial of the DeadIt's not the cheeriest of starts, and it gets even drearier from there. The poem's speaker talks about how spring is an awful time of year, stirring up memories of bygone days and unfulfilled desires. Then the poem shifts into specific childhood memories of a woman named Marie. This is followed by a description of tangled, dead trees and land that isn't great for growing stuff. Suddenly, you're in a room with a "clairvoyant" or spiritual medium named Madame Sosostris, who reads you your fortune. And if that weren't enough, you then watch a crowd of people "flow[ing] over London Bridge" like zombies (62). Moving right along…
A Game of ChessYou are transported to the glittery room of a lavish woman, and you notice that hanging from the wall is an image of "the change of Philomel," a woman from Greek myth who was raped by King Tereus and then changed into a nightingale. Some anxious person says that their nerves are bad, and asks you to stay the night. This is followed by a couple of fragments vaguely asking you what you know and remember. The section finishes with a scene of two women chatting and trying to sneak in a few more drinks before closing time at the bar.
The Fire SermonSection three opens with a speaker who's hanging out beside London's River Thames and feeling bad about the fact that there's no magic left in the world. The focus swoops back to the story of Philomela for a second, then another speaker talks about how he might have been asked for weekend of sex by a "Smyrna merchant" (209). Next, you're hearing from Tiresias, a blind prophet from myth who was turned into a woman for seven years by the goddess Hera. You hear about a scene where a modern young man and woman—both not much to look at—are having this really awful, loveless sex. Finally, you overhear someone singing a popular song, which in the context of this poem just sounds depressing.
Death By WaterIn a brief scene, you watch as a dead sailor named Phlebas decays at the bottom of the ocean, and the poem tells you to think of this young man whenever you start feeling too proud. Good tip, T.S.
What the Thunder SaidSection five takes you to a stony landscape with no water. There are two people walking, and one notices in his peripheral vision that a third person is with them. When he looks over, though, this other person disappears (it's like one of those squiggly lines that dance in the corner of your eye). In a dramatic moment, thunder cracks over the scene, and its noise seems to say three words in Sanskrit: Datta, Dayadhvam, and Damyata, which command you to "Give," "Sympathize," and "Control." This is followed by a repetition of the word Shantih, which means "the peace that passeth all understanding." After all that slogging, T.S. maybe gives us a little hope with this final word. Then again, maybe not.
English Romantic lyric poet John Keats was dedicated to the perfection of poetry marked by vivid imagery that expressed a philosophy through classical legend.
Born in London, England, on October 31, 1795, John Keats devoted his short life to the perfection of poetry marked by vivid imagery, great sensuous appeal and an attempt to express a philosophy through classical legend. In 1818 he went on a walking tour in the Lake District. His exposure and overexertion on that trip brought on the first symptoms of the tuberculosis, which ended his life.
The urn, in other words, begins by quoting Sir Joshua (for Keats and his readers, the world’s greatest authority on art of all kinds), implicitly affirms the sufficiency of human intellect, explicitly affirms the equation of beauty and truth, and pronounces this knowledge entirely sufficient to create the elegant geometry of such superb art as the urn.
Reference and cited:
Some Quotations in Keats’s Poetry’ by Dennis R. Dean. From the Philological Quarterly. Volume: 76. Issue: 1, 1997.
Waiting for Godot
Samuel Bucket:20th century Irish novelist, playwright and poet Samuel Beckett penned the play Waiting for Godot. In 1969, he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature.
Samuel Beckett was born on April 13, 1906, in Dublin, Ireland. During the 1930s and 1940s he wrote his first novels and short stories. He wrote a trilogy of novels in the 1950s as well as famous plays like Waiting for Godot. In 1969 he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature. His later works included poetry and short story collections and novellas. He died on December 22, 1989 in Paris, France.
The next night, Vladimir and Estragon again meet near the tree to wait for Godot. Lucky and Pozzo enter again, but this time Pozzo is blind and Lucky is dumb. Pozzo does not remember meeting the two men the night before. They leave and Vladimir and Estragon continue to wait.
Shortly after, the boy enters and once again tells Vladimir that Godot will not be coming. He insists that he did not speak to Vladimir yesterday. After he leaves, Estragon and Vladimir decide to leave, but again they do not move as the curtain falls, ending the play.
Theater of Absurd:
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To The Lighthouse
English author Virginia Woolf wrote modernist classics including Mrs. Dalloway and To the Lighthouse, as well as pioneering feminist texts, A Room of One's Own and Three Guineas.
Born into a privileged English household in 1882, author Virginia Woolf was raised by free-thinking parents. She began writing as a young girl and published her first novel, The Voyage Out, in 1915. She wrote modernist classics including Mrs. Dalloway, To the Lighthouse and Orlando, as well as pioneering feminist works, A Room of One's Own and Three Guineas. In her personal life, she suffered bouts of deep depression. She committed suicide in 1941, at the age of 59.
TO THE LIGHTHOUSEPublished in 1927, To the Lighthouse is sandwiched between Virginia Woolf’s other two most famous novels, Mrs. Dalloway (1925) and Orlando (1928). In our opinion, Woolf is totally at her best here, as she engages with her ongoing themes of memory, family, and fiction.
To the Lightbouse takes on some elements of Woolf’s own life: she felt stifled by her father in much the same way that Mr. Ramsay squeezes the life out of his children. And the sudden deaths of her mother and her sister Stella left her in deep mourning (echoes of Mrs. Ramsay and Prue’s deaths in To the Lighthouse).
What makes To the Lighthouse important in literary terms is Woolf’s ambitious formal experimentation. She’s really working her signature style in this novel, as she takes two days, separated by ten years, to evoke a whole picture of the Ramsay family life. Woolf is a great example of the Show Don’t Tell School of Narration. Instead of sketching us a stiffly realistic portrait of her characters, Woolf goes for the emotional impact of their internal landscapes.
PLOT OVERVIEW:Part One spans approximately seven hours and takes up more than half the book. It’s set at the Ramsay’s summer home, where the Ramsays and their eight children are entertaining a number of friends and colleagues. The novel begins with James Ramsay, age six, wanting to go to the Lighthouse that’s across the bay from the Ramsays’ summer home. His mother, Mrs. Ramsay, holds out hope that the weather will be good tomorrow so they can go to the Lighthouse, but Mr. Ramsay is adamant that the weather will be awful. Charles Tansley, one of Mr. Ramsay’s visiting students, chimes in and supports Mr. Ramsay’s view that the weather will be rotten. He’s a very socially awkward young man who is obsessed with his dissertation.
Numerous small bits of action occur. For example, after lunch, Mrs. Ramsay takes pity on Mr. Tansley and asks him to accompany her into town. By the end of the trip, Mr. Tansley is in love with the much older, but still beautiful, Mrs. Ramsay (by the way, she is 50). Later, as she sits in a window and reads a fairy tale to James, Mrs. Ramsay remembers that she must keep her head down for Lily Briscoe’s painting. (If you’re wondering who Lily is, we are in the same boat. Although, we gather she’s a family friend.) Mrs. Ramsay has the fleeting thought that Lily will have a hard time getting married, but she likes Lily anyway and decides that Lily should marry William Bankes, an old friend of Mr. Ramsay’s.
William Bankes, who is also visiting the Ramsays, comes up to Lily and the two of them go for a walk. They talk about Mr. Ramsay. Meanwhile, Mr. Ramsay walks along the lawn and worries about mortality and his legacy to humankind, and then pesters Mrs. Ramsay to soothe his ego. Mrs. Ramsay does calm her husband, and then starts worrying about Paul (the Ramsays’ guest), Minta (another guest), Nancy Ramsay (daughter), and Andrew (son), who are not yet back from the beach. She hopes that Paul has proposed to Minta.
At dinner, Mrs. Ramsay triumphs. The food is delicious; she is beautiful; Mr. Bankes has stayed for dinner; and Paul’s proposal to Minta has been accepted. She wishes she could freeze the moment but knows it is already part of the past. She tucks her youngest two children into bed and then sits with her husband as he reads. They make small talk and she knows he wants her to say, "I love you," though she refuses. She gets out of it by smiling at him and telling him that he was right – the weather will be bad tomorrow and they will not be able to visit the Lighthouse.
Part Two compresses ten years into about twenty pages. All the traditionally important information in a story (read: what happened to the characters) is briefly imparted in brackets. We learn that Mrs. Ramsay, Prue Ramsay (daughter), and Andrew Ramsay (son) have died. Mrs. Ramsay died at night; Prue died in childbirth (after first getting married); and Andrew died when a shell exploded in France. Oh, right. There also happens to be a war going on – World War I – which gets glossed over in favor of extended descriptions of the weather and the summer house by the sea.
Part Three takes place at the summer house and begins with Mr. Ramsay and two of his children, Cam and James, finally going to the Lighthouse, and Lily working on the painting of Mrs. Ramsay that she never finished. Via Lily’s thoughts, we hear that she never married, but remained good friends with William Bankes. Paul and Minta’s marriage fell apart. Mr. Ramsay, Cam, and James actually make it to the Lighthouse. Lily finishes her painting. Throughout this last part of the novel, it’s clear that Mrs. Ramsay is sorely missed.
THEME OF CONSCIOUSNESS
Virginia Woolf’s novel To the Lighthouse delves into the minds of its characters in a stream of consciousness approach. The characters’ thoughts and feelings blend into one another, and the outward actions and dialogue come second to the inward emotions and ruminations. In the dinner party sequence, for instance, Woolf changes the point of view frequently, with transitions often marked by the sparse dialogue. While shifting the point of view from person to person, Woolf develops her characters through their thoughts, memories, and reactions to each other.
Chapter XVII of The Window begins with Mrs. Ramsay wondering what she has done with her life, as she directs guests to their seats and ladles out soup. She sees her husband at the far end of the table, frowning. “What at? She did not know. She did not mind. She could not understand how she had ever felt any emotion or affection for him” (83). As she thinks about her displeasure and disconnectedness with Mr. Ramsay, Mrs. Ramsay notes that she would not speak out loud her inner feelings. There is a strict difference between her actions and her thoughts:
Raising her eyebrows at the discrepancy—that was what she was thinking, this was what she was doing—ladling out soup—she felt, more and more strongly, outside that eddy.
Harold Pinter was a Nobel Prize-winning English playwright, screenwriter, director and actor. One of the most influential modern British dramatists, his writing career spanned more than 50 years. His best-known plays include The Birthday Party (1957), The Homecoming (1964), and Betrayal (1978), each of which he adapted for the screen. His screenplay adaptations of others' works include The Servant (1963), The Go-Between (1971), The French Lieutenant's Woman (1981), The Trial (1993), and Sleuth (2007). He also directed or acted in radio, stage, television, and film productions of his own and others' works
Birthday Party- Play
Play- Birthday Party
Harold Pinter's The Birthday Party, was the playwright's first commercially-produced, full-length play. He began writing the work after acting in a theatrical tour, during which, in Eastbourne, England, he had lived in "filthy insane digs." There he became acquainted with "a great bulging scrag of a woman" and a man who stayed in the seedy place. The flophouse became the model for the rundown boarding house of the play and the woman and her tenant the models, respectively, for the characters of Meg Boles and Stanley Webber.
In an earlier work, The Room, a one-act play, Pinter had worked on themes and motifs that he would carry over into The Birthday Party and some of his succeeding plays. Among these themes are the failure of language to serve as an adequate tool of communication, the use of place as a sanctum that is violated by menacing intruders, and the surrealistic confusions that obscure or distort fact.
As in many absurdist works, The Birthday Party is full of disjointed information that defies efforts to distinguish between reality and illusion. For example, despite the presentation of personal information on Stanley and his two persecutors, who or what they really are remains a mystery. Goldberg, in particular, provides all sorts of information about his background, but he offers only oblique clues as to why he has intruded upon Stanley's life.What has Stanley done to deserve persecution? The facts of his past are so unclear that his claim to be a pianist may even be false. The Birthday Party influences the audience to doubt anything with certainty, which as it does in Kafka's work, intensifies the dreadful angst experienced by the protagonist. This effect is achieved through truncated dialogue, by Pinter's deliberate failure to provide conclusive or consistent information, and by his use of ambiguity and nonsense...
Things Fall Apart
Albert Chinụalụmọgụ Achebe
Albert Chinụalụmọgụ Achebe was a Nigerian novelist, poet, professor, and critic. His first novel Things Fall Apart (1958), often considered his best, is the most widely read book in modern African literature.
Raised by his parents in the Igbo town of Ogidi in South-Eastern Nigeria, Achebe excelled at school and won a scholarship to study medicine, but changed his studies to English literature at University College (now the University of Ibadan). He became fascinated with world religions and traditional African cultures, and began writing stories as a university student. Achebe wrote his novels in English and defended the use of English, a "language of colonizers", in African literature. In 1975, his lecture An Image of Africa: Racism in Conrad's "Heart of Darkness" featured a famous criticism of Joseph Conrad as "a thoroughgoing racist"; it was later published in The Massachusetts Review amid some controversy.
Things Fall ApartWhen Things Fall Apart was first published, Achebe announced that one of his purposes was to present a complex, dynamic society to a Western audience who perceived African society as primitive, simple, and backward. Unless Africans could tell their side of their story, Achebe believed that the African experience would forever be "mis told," even by such well-meaning authors as Joyce Cary in Mister Johnson. Cary worked in Nigeria as a colonial administrator and was sympathetic to the Nigerian people.
Yet Achebe feels that Cary, along with other Western writers such as Joseph Conrad, misunderstood Africa. Many European writers have presented the continent as a dark place inhabited by people with impenetrable, primitive minds; Achebe considers this reductionist portrayal of Africa racist. He points to Conrad, who wrote against imperialism but reduced Africans to mysterious, animistic, and exotic "others." In an interview published in 1994, Achebe explains that his anger about the inaccurate portrayal of African culture by white colonial writers does not imply that students should not read works by Conrad or Cary. On the contrary, Achebe urges students to read such works in order to better understand the racism of the colonial era.