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He took her hand in his hand and pressed. She feel the warm of his hand. He moved to her and looked in her eyes. She smiled. Silence and s...

Sunday, 1 October 2017

Untitled Love

He took her hand in his hand and pressed. She feel the warm of his hand. He moved to her and looked in her eyes. She smiled. Silence and she has closed her eyes because she know what is the next. He kissed her eyes and stare at her face. She hugged him and whispered in his ears "Let's go on drive". He smiled.
"This is so live" she hugged him from behind. "I will keep this moments in my heart forever" he has shouted and speed up his bike. The cold wind made the night more romantic. Lights of the street lights were enough bright to not see stars. Who cares!
"Be with me tonight" she requested and he has nodded. She hugged him tightly and closed her eyes. He wrapped his hand around her and kissed her forehead. The flow of tears and his heart has started the  race with her heart beats. Five minutes later he feel the hug is not as much tight as earlier. He hugged her tightly and scream in the pain.
But.....
Her body has not felt his warm of tears..

Thursday, 27 April 2017

My Phone!! Really ??

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

Unlimited Love- Bolna Mahi Bolna..

 Unlimited Love

                          Bolna....Mahi Bolna....



“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.

Kia and Anik -some people used to give example oftheir love story but only few were about this relationship. Kia was daughter of village and Anik was boy of metro city. Most of the time they failed to understand each other and just like other love stories they also have so many problems with each other. Kia was working and Anik was struggling between his carieer and family. Being only the child of parents he always have thought of pampered by everyone and Kia pampered him. Among all these things there is one similarity between both of them and that is their love for each other. 

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...

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Friday, 7 April 2017

Unlimited love- Tu mere saath ho


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.

Hey so finally we are here” Anik has broken the silence.

yeah” Kia couldn't control her eyes.

So lets go for Lunch” 
 
Yeah lets go” She has started to walk.Both of them want to hold the hands but still they have miles to go and its beginning. When they sat she coulnt look at him because her eyes were rolled down and not for a single second she has stopped to smile. That half hour seems like a year to them because they fall in love.

Movie?” Anik has asked and he knew the answer.

OK” And guess-it was romantic film. Anik has hold her hand and kissed. His warm touch made her crazy and they both feel the warmness of love. None of them were aware about it but now its the time and with the romantic song their lips met for the first time. They have closed the eyes and just flew away from this world. They didn't say anything and just hugged tightly and he whispered in her ear,


I really Love you my Jaanu”

I love you too my Shona” and they looked in the eyes of each other one more time they have hugged. 
 
More than you” Anik has started to tease her.

Chal jutha” and its turns in to smile and laughter. 
 
Life goes on and so their love.But at some point both were connected with their past and when Kia's ex-boyfriend has started to creat problem in her life Anik was there with her like her back. Life is like paradise when two fall in love and just enjoying the moments.Some promises and fights used to make the relationship more stronger. 

Present day


Anik was always there when she needed him and now its her turn to be there when he needed her by his side. His ex-girlfriend want to ruined his relationship with Kia as revenge but she was not knowing the worth of their relationship. She has messaged Kia and started to describe the negative points of Anik because she think it will make some effect on her. Kia and Anik has accepted each other with all their minus and plus points. They have given time to each other and yes now they have seven promises because they promise on every anniversary.

“Anik is still living with my memory so i can destroy him” When Kia read her message she has smile on her lips and her eyes were red because she was talking about destroying him and Kia has promised him to face all the problems before they came to him. When Anik came to know about this he realize the love of Kia was not just to say but she stand with him as lover, she stood before him to face everything before him and next to him to support.

This is not the end but journey go ahead and they were totally unaware about what they have ahead in their life. So any love stories used to be destroyed everyday on the name of tradition and social value. Will their love story go ahead?

                                                                                
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Unlimited Love

Unlimited  Love

 

 Paheli Mulakat

“He is not alone he has back now so don't dare you to do anything to him” Kia has replied.
“You don't know i can destroy him” she has shouted from other side of phone
“You can't dear i promise” with a smile Kia has cut the call but her mind has started working fast.

She was totally unaware about all the things before 7 months and now she was fighting for him. Her heart and mind were in race. Rather than doing anything else she has dialed his number and told everything to him. Anik- her love was kind of busy but this thing has made him angry because now he has one person in his heart and that person is his Kia. Just in seven months they become soul mates and now its Kia's turn to fight for her love.

7 months ago


Mansuda i am clueless about my assignment topic and just after 15 days i have submission just say something yaar” Kia was worried and now rather than thinking about the topic she was asking her friend who is totally clueless about her study.

Once you were talking about some LGBT so take it as your topic” Mansi has suggested.

OK but i don't have any idea about that” without paying much attention to her answer Kia was busy with her Phone and suddenly she has shouted,

Mansuda just look at this picture he is handsome what you say?'

No way he is just looking like a child, I am not interested”

But i am interested because look at his status and it suggested he is interested in male....”

you mean he is G......”

May be who knows” both of them have smiled and she has accepted his friend request. She was exited to know about Gay and their world she has read one book on them but she wanted to know if that was true or just glamorized thing.

Hii” Kia has started the chat.

Hiiii” reply from another side.

Are you serious about your status?” She has directly came to the point.

Yes I am” Anik has replied.

Thats really good to listen that people like you are accepting it openly. May i put screen shot of your status in my assignment as proof? The spark of getting something worthy was clearly appeared in her eyes and she lost in her dream in which her professor was praising her for bringing recent example but one notification has broken his dream.

What are you talking about status and which status”

That you are interested in male”

Excuse me who said this? I am talking about my status of single” His replied has broken her dreamworld just in few seconds and for few second none of them spoke anything and suddenly they both sent smiley of laughter and both were laughing.

This is their first meeting on face book and they become friends. He was flirting like he has completed PhD in this topic and girls always have soft corner for the one who praise her. They used to talk for hours and one beautiful relation was established between to unknown persons.

Do you have boyfriend? “ Anik has asked for the first time another personal stuff.

No, But i had and what about you?” 
 
I just broke up months ago..” for few seconds the silence between both of them was for their heart breaking relationship and the most beautiful thing is they both were passing from the same situation this brings them very close to each other.

Hey that means we both are single so i can flurt with you” Anik has broke the silence and one beautiful smile came on her face. 
 
Yes Shona you can” 
 
You are so sweet Jaanu” and finally the things turned in to Jaanu and Shona.
The days flied like dream and one fine night she has said,

I love you shona” and he was shocked for moment and Kia got the situation that her joke was not funny and than both of​ them have controlled the situation but somewhere these words have started to creat some feelings in their hearts. 
 
Hey Love you too Jaanu” he has called her in the midnight and now its turn to be shocked and he has started to laugh. Both were laughing because they were pretending like its joke from both the sides. 
 
So finally we are boyfriend and girlfriend” Kia has started the further conversation and his reply was as usual.

Yes jaanu so lets have date” 
 
OK lets go”


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Monday, 3 April 2017

Presentation evaluation blog

Revolution 2020



Revolution 2020

Chetan Bhagat



It is written by Chetan Bhagat. The fiction has been started in Varansi which is one of the holy place of India. Even the protagonists were very little. Than they grew up and their dreams leads them in different direction.

Love and the Politics remain the center of the novel even there was love triangle. Money is important to live the life but money is not life.Arti, Gopal and Raghav are best friends and the protagonists of the fiction.

The novel talk about dream, love, ambition, politics, friendship and journalist. In modern time these elements become part of our life. At the every point of life these things comes to us. The realization is something important and after knowing the mistakes one have to face a big turn in life and Gopal has done that. Being a son of poor man he has dream of earning a lots of money and for that he has unknowingly stepped in to politics.

But “ Satyamev Jayate' means truth wins and here at the end Raghav got marry with Arti to whom Gopal was in love from the childhood. The language of the book is very easy to understand. This is the second book i read in English and after reading his book i got confidence that i can read English novel.

Till the Last breath


Till The Last Breath

Durjoy Datta



One of my favorite romance by Durjoy Datta. The novel has been focused on the medical field where people are very busy wit their life and hospital is such place where some gets new life and some says goodbye to the life. Some gets new smile and some voice pressed in the sobs.

Till the last breath is the story of two patient and two doctors. By the time four of them fall in love and story gets a new turn. In this novel we find the touch of modernity because the writer has described the story with doctor and the patient story. Now parents are not that much conservative mind.

Pihu and Dushyant are the patient who have hared their room and slowly they become friends.The boy was spoiled bratt and girl was a sweet. They fall in love and life shows beautiful colors to them at the end of the life.

Journey from spoiled bratt to good guy of Dushyant and from college toper to the life giver Pihu has been described in the novel. Even the life of doctor as well as the one little girl who was abused in the childhood and not supported by her own parents is also there in the novel.

Yes i remember hat when i had lost my hands i got this book and got a great inspiration to live the life and that has given a lots of confidence to me. The novel has gone to the best level of romance, inspiration, life and struggle as well as it goes beyond the life.


Half Girlfriend


Half Girlfriend
    -Chetan Bhagat

The book s written by Chetan Bhagat. He become very popular writer because of his simple language, plot and specially for writing about youth. This book can be consider as romance but it is also more than the romance.

The girl was born and brought up in the Delhi while the hero was from UP. The hero was the prince of that state but as he was living in the village he was poor in English. No doubt it is a good love story but this idea of connecting two- The one who live with English and the one who knows a little bit of English.

The fiction has been situated in three places. Even there is no villain in the story. It can be consider as modern literature because here the theme of love has been introduced with different treatment. One must read the fiction to understand what is the definition of love for different people.

Tuesday, 21 March 2017

Listen Carefully

 Sometimes I may not say but it's hurt

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.
Lady Cobra

Monday, 20 March 2017

Waste Land

                            Waste Land

                               T.S. Eliot


 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 Dead

It'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 Chess

You 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 Sermon

Section 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 Water

In 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 Said

Section 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.

Grecian urn

Ode To The Grecian Urn
John Keats
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.

Poem:
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
       Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
       A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape
       Of deities or mortals, or of both,
               In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
       What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
               What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
       Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
       Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
       Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
               Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve;
       She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
               For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
         Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
         For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
         For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
                For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
         That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,
                A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
         To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
         And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea shore,
         Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
                Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
         Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
                Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
         Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
         Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
         When old age shall this generation waste,
                Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
         "Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
                Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."


Analysis of the poem:
Written in 1819, ‘Ode on a Grecian Urn’ was the third of the five ‘great odes’ of 1819, which are generally believed to have been written in the following order – Psyche, Nightingale, Grecian Urn, Melancholy, and Autumn. Of the five, Grecian Urn and Melancholy are merely dated ‘1819’. Critics have used vague references in Keats’s letters as well as thematic progression to assign order.
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.
https://englishhistory.net/keats/poetry/odeonagrecianurn/
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/44477
http://www.biography.com/people/john-keats-9361568
https://www.google.co.in/search?q=waiting+for+godot&client=ubuntu&hs=gzH&channel=fs&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjF2MTU8-TSAhVIN48KHVXMAKIQ_AUICigD&biw=1319&bih=671#channel=fs&tbm=isch&q=ode+on+a+grecian+urn+john+keats&*




Waiting for Godot

                       Waiting for Godot

                         Samuel Bucket


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.

 Plot Overview:


Two men, Vladimir and Estragon, meet near a tree. They converse on various topics and reveal that they are waiting there for a man named Godot. While they wait, two other men enter. Pozzo is on his way to the market to sell his slave, Lucky. He pauses for a while to converse with Vladimir and Estragon. Lucky entertains them by dancing and thinking, and Pozzo and Lucky leave.

After Pozzo and Lucky leave, a boy enters and tells Vladimir that he is a messenger from Godot. He tells Vladimir that Godot will not be coming tonight, but that he will surely come tomorrow. Vladimir asks him some questions about Godot and the boy departs. After his departure, Vladimir and Estragon decide to leave, but they do not move as the curtain falls.
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:

 

The Theatre of the Absurd shows the world as an incomprehensible place. The spectators see the happenings on the stage entirely from the outside. Without ever understanding the full meaning of these strange patterns of events as newly arrived visitors might watch life in a country of which they have not yet mastered the language.

The estrangement impact  is a dramatic and realistic gadget "which keeps the gathering of people from losing itself latently and totally in the character made by the performing artist, and which subsequently drives the group of onlookers to be a deliberately basic eyewitness. The term was authored by writer Berthold Brecht to portray the feel of epic theater. The primary absurdist plays stunned groups of onlookers at their debuts; however their strategies are currently basic in Cutting Edge Theater and in some standard works. Contemporary writers whose work demonstrates the impact of the theater of the ludicrous incorporate American playwrights Edward Albee and Sam Sheppard, British producers Harold Pinter and Tom Stoppard, German screenwriters Günter Grass and Peter Weiss, Swiss producer Max Frisch, and Czech screenwriter Vaclav Havel.

CITED:
https://www.google.co.in/search?q=waiting+for+godot&client=ubuntu&hs=gzH&channel=fs&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjF2MTU8-TSAhVIN48KHVXMAKIQ_AUICigD&biw=1319&bih=671#imgrc=dPqupcSKsdmuDM:
http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/godot/summary.html
http://www.risenotes.com/godot/Waiting-for-Godot-intro.php
http://rajyagururavi24.blogspot.in/2016/11/what-is-theatre-of-absurd-explain.html






Belongig to the theatre of the absurd, the play, "Waiting for Godot" by Samuel Becket is considered the mirror to the modern man's state of chaotic sense of loss and senselessness in an era of confusion and decadence. The playwright depicts the irrelevance of time where human suffering has reached the climax of it's existence. Two tramps are introduced as miserable creatures repeating the tiresome exercise of waiting for Godot without any change in routine. The characters are, primarily, two tramps that seem to represent human destiny in a vague manner while the two tramps are fatigued of being humans anymore. They are tired and exhausted.

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Belongig to the theatre of the absurd, the play, "Waiting for Godot" by Samuel Becket is considered the mirror to the modern man's state of chaotic sense of loss and senselessness in an era of confusion and decadence. The playwright depicts the irrelevance of time where human suffering has reached the climax of it's existence. Two tramps are introduced as miserable creatures repeating the tiresome exercise of waiting for Godot without any change in routine. The characters are, primarily, two tramps that seem to represent human destiny in a vague manner while the two tramps are fatigued of being humans anymore. They are tired and exhausted.

Read more at: http://www.risenotes.com/godot/Waiting-for-Godot-intro.php
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To The Lighthouse


                        To The Lighthouse

                          Virginia Woolf




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 LIGHTHOUSE

Published 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.







Birthday Party

                          Birthday Party

                           Herold Pinter


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.

                                      Absurdity

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

                   Things Fall Apart

            Albert Chinụalụmọgụ Achebe



Chinua 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 Apart

When 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.

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https://www.cliffsnotes.com/literature/t/things-fall-apart/about-things-fall-apart

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