In todays world, conspiracy theories abound. They are part of the
ethereal mist, they pervade everything, from 9/11 to kellogs
cornflakes. Heres another.
In his telling of the story of eragon the rider, and durza the shade,
Mr. Paolini committed severe follies. To further his vested financial
interests in the story of the poor lad, he modified a tale of true
love into a tale of spiteful battle and cold(well warm) blooded
killing.
How do i know? I was there, when Isidar Mithrim shattered. I had run
at Saphira(the dragon) with my 4 and a half inch dagger, only to be
singed by her flames and see my dagger sent flying through the air to
land harmlessly on the other side on the chamber. I am a dwarf of the
Ingeitum clan, and much pain it had given me to see our beloved star
sapphire being shattered into a million pieces.
Here is the true account of what really happened that fateful day. Mr.
Paolini got it right till the part where isidar mithrim shattered.
Well, almost. Durza wasnt on his feet. Shades are smart jacks, they
dont go to battle against mounted enemies on foot. Durza had his very
own magic elephant, about saphira's size and was atop it. Our poor lad
of course was on his feet, having been tricked out of his dragon by
some scheming elves.
Then the giant blue thing came sweeping down with that pristine beauty
on its back. It was here that Mr.Paolini made the first of his volley
of mistakes. Rather than the sword action which he describes in his
bestseller book, what happen was that the blue thing looked at the
elephant with its lazy eyes, and the elephant did the like, and their
eyes met, and they fell in love.
Its hard to tell from the look alone that they had fallen in love,
what went on after that first look convinced me of that fact. The
elephant reared, promptly disposing of Durza and Saphira somersaulted
in air(even the elf's deft movements couldnt keep her on top of the
dragon in love), and then saphira rushed down towards the elephant and
singed it a little with a short flame. They rushed towards each other
and saphira put her front legs around the elephant who replied with
putting his trunk around saphiras neck.
As they disengaged, the elephant held saphira's forelegs in his, and
then they waltzed around the chamber, neatly avoiding the shattered
glass on the floor. Eragon looked at Durza and smiled, Durza smiled
back, saying- "looks like our rides have settled the question for us,
I shall not fight you any more". Eragon replied with a polite
smile-"same here, lets go back from this thrice accursed place". At
this point, this dwarf could bear it no longer, and knowing that even
the most brave of the ingeitum would stand no chance of trouncing a
dragon and all its friends, rushed out to get the rest of the dwarf
army to put an end to people calling isidar mithrim "thrice accursed".
He was singed again and fell down only barely conscious.
Eragon and Durza are the best of friends now, living across the road
in nowheresville and spending their evenings discussing what to do
about the recession in america. Between them, theyll soon think of
something, at least, Im hopeful. The agent of Mr. Paolini was able to
convince them to star in the second and third installment in the
series but they were disillusioned when Durza was given so serious
role. Eragon had refused to contract himself out for the fourth
installment. Tough negotiations are on, but Eragon is obstinately
stuck, which explains the long delay in the fourth installments
making.
Mr.Paolini has(as reported in the Times London) died of starvation
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Thursday, February 18, 2010
AIRAVAT AND SAPHIRA..
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
PULLING US DOWN......
"We owe a lot to the Indians, who taught us how to count, without which no worthwhile scientific discovery could have been made!"
- Albert Einstein (Theoretical Physicist, Germany)
"India is the cradle of the human race, the birthplace of human speech, the mother of history, the grandmother of legend, and the great grand mother of tradition. Our most valuable and most artistic materials in the history of man are treasured up in India only!"
- Mark Twain (Writer, America)
"If I were asked under what sky the human mind has most fully developed some of its choicest gifts, has most deeply pondered on the greatest problems of life, and has found solutions, I should point to India."
- Max Mueller (German Scholar)
These are some of the words spoken in praise of India by men, most learned and the best in their respective fields, men who gauged the greatness of India truly, men form different countries.
What do we, the Indians think about ourselves? It’s a really difficult question, I love my country but refuse to overlook the deficiencies it faces, I would rather like to acknowledge it and strive to make it better, the heaven that the above dignitaries described it as.
Right from the time we learnt to read, began to understand our environment, gained senses to analyze things, we have been taught, and made to believe that India is the best, a fact we all would any day agree. We indeed were and are proud of our rich tradition, culture and values.
But then, I remember what Mohan Bhargava said in the movie ‘Swadesh’ in context of us, the Indians, over estimating ourselves, exaggerating our greatness in spite of so many problems existing here, and it really opened my eyes!
Had not we been pushed into a delusion?
India really is the best. And then my mind counters the assumption, puts several proofs to emphasize its point.
Doesn’t it have to be perfect in every sense to be the best?
And I get the question. Perfect? The video clippings of the riots, the crimes, the instances and cases of corruption flashes before me.
And then mind turns to something I always feel very strongly about.
REGIONALISM!
We proudly say that we are a close-knit unit of so many states, interdependent and living in harmony, and then I remember the demand for Telangana, the violence in Kashmir.
We say that people of every state live harmoniously together, with no discrimination at all, and then I remember the division of groups in colleges based on cities or states.
One guy, of one state abuses another of other state, and soon the whole group comes into picture at each other’s necks.
You might say this is kiddish, not so serious, students have the tendency, but then, what about the discrimination and differentiation among the grown ups, in offices, in industries.
Cases are not at all uncommon when the sole reason for a person landing up with a job is not his talent, his hard work but rather his luck at having found another from his region or state. This ultimately results in the deprivation pf opportunity from the more deserving candidates, and even the position goes to an undeserving one. Whom does this regionalism affect? Does it help anyone at all? NO!
These are very small instances that I quoted; just see around you with open eyes, the evidences are all lying around you, waiting to be noticed.
A BOOK PLACED TOO CLOSE TO THE EYES IS HARD TO READ!
We no longer can afford to be ignorant of the scenario. Awareness is the key to progress.
The earlier we acknowledge this problem, change our attitude and curb this problem, the earlier it would be possible to make India into the heaven that our innocent minds believed it to be.
- Albert Einstein (Theoretical Physicist, Germany)
"India is the cradle of the human race, the birthplace of human speech, the mother of history, the grandmother of legend, and the great grand mother of tradition. Our most valuable and most artistic materials in the history of man are treasured up in India only!"
- Mark Twain (Writer, America)
"If I were asked under what sky the human mind has most fully developed some of its choicest gifts, has most deeply pondered on the greatest problems of life, and has found solutions, I should point to India."
- Max Mueller (German Scholar)
These are some of the words spoken in praise of India by men, most learned and the best in their respective fields, men who gauged the greatness of India truly, men form different countries.
What do we, the Indians think about ourselves? It’s a really difficult question, I love my country but refuse to overlook the deficiencies it faces, I would rather like to acknowledge it and strive to make it better, the heaven that the above dignitaries described it as.
Right from the time we learnt to read, began to understand our environment, gained senses to analyze things, we have been taught, and made to believe that India is the best, a fact we all would any day agree. We indeed were and are proud of our rich tradition, culture and values.
But then, I remember what Mohan Bhargava said in the movie ‘Swadesh’ in context of us, the Indians, over estimating ourselves, exaggerating our greatness in spite of so many problems existing here, and it really opened my eyes!
Had not we been pushed into a delusion?
India really is the best. And then my mind counters the assumption, puts several proofs to emphasize its point.
Doesn’t it have to be perfect in every sense to be the best?
And I get the question. Perfect? The video clippings of the riots, the crimes, the instances and cases of corruption flashes before me.
And then mind turns to something I always feel very strongly about.
REGIONALISM!
We proudly say that we are a close-knit unit of so many states, interdependent and living in harmony, and then I remember the demand for Telangana, the violence in Kashmir.
We say that people of every state live harmoniously together, with no discrimination at all, and then I remember the division of groups in colleges based on cities or states.
One guy, of one state abuses another of other state, and soon the whole group comes into picture at each other’s necks.
You might say this is kiddish, not so serious, students have the tendency, but then, what about the discrimination and differentiation among the grown ups, in offices, in industries.
Cases are not at all uncommon when the sole reason for a person landing up with a job is not his talent, his hard work but rather his luck at having found another from his region or state. This ultimately results in the deprivation pf opportunity from the more deserving candidates, and even the position goes to an undeserving one. Whom does this regionalism affect? Does it help anyone at all? NO!
These are very small instances that I quoted; just see around you with open eyes, the evidences are all lying around you, waiting to be noticed.
A BOOK PLACED TOO CLOSE TO THE EYES IS HARD TO READ!
We no longer can afford to be ignorant of the scenario. Awareness is the key to progress.
The earlier we acknowledge this problem, change our attitude and curb this problem, the earlier it would be possible to make India into the heaven that our innocent minds believed it to be.
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Saturday, February 6, 2010
JUST A SMILE....
The twinkling stars, soft glow of light,
Dark ink had dissolved in the sky so bright,
Giant trees did stand, their hands in sky,
The winds did sway the leaves so high.
The swooshing of wind, the rustle of leaves,
Some distant steps, might be thieves,
This was all my ear did hear,
Such loneliness did my heart often fear.
A tree so big majestically stood,
on a patch of grass, green so good,
Dry leaves did it shed,
Some tangled in my hair, some fell on green grass bed.
Away from the monotonous life,
Where you had to fight to thrive,
There I sat in nature’s arm,
In spite of wind I felt so warm.
The cool wind did brush my face,
The naughty leaves, before me did race,
The crickets chirped, the owls did hoot,
As alone I sat, on the tree’s root.
The nature’s play, I saw it all,
Even to me did it give a call,
But rather than join I did sit,
It was where I did fit.
The life so busy, had me tired,
Put all I had or else get fired,
With sagging shoulders, a sullen face,
I was about to drop out of life’s race.
A sudden plop above my head,
A soft silver light around me it spread,
Turned my head and looked above,
A tiny fairy stood, white as dove.
Questioning eyes, spellbound face,
I looked up the tree, all ablaze,
Merry sound, fluttering wing,
It said in a voice, almost did sing,
Why so serious? Give a smile,
Smile is what it takes to live happy awhile.
Another plop darkness back,
Was it a figment of imagination, a mere thought?
Or was it real, that I was trying to blot?
A smile spreads on my lips,
A message in my mind blips.
Just a smile, all is right,
A smile is what it takes,
To heal a heart and soul when it aches,
Light it spreads, darkness disperse,
In whatever situation, however adverse.
So, why so serious, give a smile,
Pain does it exile, happiness does compile,
Life glows, and you walk mile after mile!
Dark ink had dissolved in the sky so bright,
Giant trees did stand, their hands in sky,
The winds did sway the leaves so high.
The swooshing of wind, the rustle of leaves,
Some distant steps, might be thieves,
This was all my ear did hear,
Such loneliness did my heart often fear.
A tree so big majestically stood,
on a patch of grass, green so good,
Dry leaves did it shed,
Some tangled in my hair, some fell on green grass bed.
Away from the monotonous life,
Where you had to fight to thrive,
There I sat in nature’s arm,
In spite of wind I felt so warm.
The cool wind did brush my face,
The naughty leaves, before me did race,
The crickets chirped, the owls did hoot,
As alone I sat, on the tree’s root.
The nature’s play, I saw it all,
Even to me did it give a call,
But rather than join I did sit,
It was where I did fit.
The life so busy, had me tired,
Put all I had or else get fired,
With sagging shoulders, a sullen face,
I was about to drop out of life’s race.
A sudden plop above my head,
A soft silver light around me it spread,
Turned my head and looked above,
A tiny fairy stood, white as dove.
Questioning eyes, spellbound face,
I looked up the tree, all ablaze,
Merry sound, fluttering wing,
It said in a voice, almost did sing,
Why so serious? Give a smile,
Smile is what it takes to live happy awhile.
Another plop darkness back,
Was it a figment of imagination, a mere thought?
Or was it real, that I was trying to blot?
A smile spreads on my lips,
A message in my mind blips.
Just a smile, all is right,
A smile is what it takes,
To heal a heart and soul when it aches,
Light it spreads, darkness disperse,
In whatever situation, however adverse.
So, why so serious, give a smile,
Pain does it exile, happiness does compile,
Life glows, and you walk mile after mile!
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Friday, February 5, 2010
HIS LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT!
For those of us who have seen the tale of two cities unfold in front of us, Sidney Carton’s sacrifice may be the picture of true love. For some others it might be the macabre tale of Romeo and Juliet ad for some others it might mean something totally different. Perceptions vary but everyone simply “knows” what true love is or them.
My true love is…… is…well its tandoori chicken! Some people talk about love at first sight being infatuation. For me, love at first sight, first smell, and of course first taste was definitely not infatuation. If it was then that infatuation has stayed in my heart, grown and flourished (fed by repeated indulgences), and isn’t that what true love is all about?
True love they say, does not crave its objective, it just exists, permeates the being with a tranquil joy. That is one point I deeply disagree on with them. My love craves its object. If you truly love someone don’t you want to be with them? So, I feel deeply justified in wanting to be with the culinary delight which is my true love, and to make things better, tandoori chicken does permeate my being with a tranquil joy.
All right, all right, I know what you are going to say. In true love you don’t devour the object of your love. I am still going to differ. Widen your perspective readers, I recommend the Wikipedia article on spider reproduction to you. The female spider does eat its partner for nourishment after the proverbial “honeymoon is over”.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spider#Reproduction_and_life_cycle
What did Lucy do to Marquis- de-le-Mange?
The UNHRC hadn’t called cannibalism inhuman then!!
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Thursday, February 4, 2010
THE GIRL!
Hours had gone by and still he paced,
Walking along the corridors of hospital, his heart raced,
Curiosity, joy, fear together clouded his heart and mind,
Turbulent emotions, cluttered heart,
Passionate waiting, all his composure did thwart.
Others on the bench nearby sat,
Waiting for some news happy or sad,
Not much love, compassion, just plain curiosity,
Chatting among themselves, time they passed.
The pacing stopped, the nurse called,
A white bundle, in her arms she held,
Handed to him with a gentle move,
It’s a girl, and the smile touched her eyes.
Rosy lips, eyes too wide,
With which she stared at the new world from every side,
Little hands moved, the world to grasp,
She was so beautiful, he did gasp.
The bench turned from noisy to quiet,
All the look of joy disappeared from eyes,
The smile suddenly had turned to frown,
The birth of a girl did they all mourn.
But she was his queen, his heart, his love,
God had sent his gift from above,
That little angel in his arms,
A smile from her, his heart did warm.
Lost in his own, heard the nurse call,
To his wife he went carrying in his arms his doll,
Against the bed, she seemed sad,
Her health though was not bad,
Sorry, one word was all she said,
And all his joy at once fled.
Why sorry, why sad,
As if it was something so bad,
An angel n his arms, his life, his love,
Sent to him by god above.
How can you hate this little soul?
She had so little time on the earth, so foul,
Human life, already so miserable,
And just being a girl would make it torturous and unforgettable?
Human, only ones, not love their own,
With girl in hand love they disown,
The pretty child, no fault had done,
But being a girl was sin, she learnt.
Walking along the corridors of hospital, his heart raced,
Curiosity, joy, fear together clouded his heart and mind,
Turbulent emotions, cluttered heart,
Passionate waiting, all his composure did thwart.
Others on the bench nearby sat,
Waiting for some news happy or sad,
Not much love, compassion, just plain curiosity,
Chatting among themselves, time they passed.
The pacing stopped, the nurse called,
A white bundle, in her arms she held,
Handed to him with a gentle move,
It’s a girl, and the smile touched her eyes.
Rosy lips, eyes too wide,
With which she stared at the new world from every side,
Little hands moved, the world to grasp,
She was so beautiful, he did gasp.
The bench turned from noisy to quiet,
All the look of joy disappeared from eyes,
The smile suddenly had turned to frown,
The birth of a girl did they all mourn.
But she was his queen, his heart, his love,
God had sent his gift from above,
That little angel in his arms,
A smile from her, his heart did warm.
Lost in his own, heard the nurse call,
To his wife he went carrying in his arms his doll,
Against the bed, she seemed sad,
Her health though was not bad,
Sorry, one word was all she said,
And all his joy at once fled.
Why sorry, why sad,
As if it was something so bad,
An angel n his arms, his life, his love,
Sent to him by god above.
How can you hate this little soul?
She had so little time on the earth, so foul,
Human life, already so miserable,
And just being a girl would make it torturous and unforgettable?
Human, only ones, not love their own,
With girl in hand love they disown,
The pretty child, no fault had done,
But being a girl was sin, she learnt.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
HOPE
The warmth of the cozy corner of my room,
The glow of splinters of fireplace at bloom,
The soft glitter of the candles lit,
While mom sits and my sweater she knit.
I felt the warmth, the light, the love
A smile did spread, one too wide,
Which was rare, since troubles thrown my side.
A cold blast of wind, a rattle of window,\
I woke with start and my dream was shadow.
Seemed like years since a smile did last,
Mirror was accustomed to frown come fast,
Peace of mind overshadowed by clouds dark,
Tension had mind gripped, fear did heart.
When will this cloud pass?
Rainbow and sunshine would darkness mark,
Life from effort to pleasure turn,
Smile from an eye to another run.
All that warned my cold heart was hope,
Mind, to keep heart alight, did try,
To make it strong, even of had it to lie,
With days of undying consolation,
I took a strong resolution,
My feet, my mind and heart,
Dared to take a step from darkness to light,
Enough strength, enough step,
A glowing spark in heart kept,
I know, with time’s flight,
I will have a foot in light,
And the next step I take,
I will be out of darkness for my own sake!
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THE LOST US!!
It took us three years to think, seven days to decide and discuss, and just five hours to reach, and we were at the ultimate destination….GOA!!!!
Six of us, without much planning just left the hostels with one luggage each, boarded the train at the dead of the night, and by the time the sunrays fell on us, we were standing on the station deciding what to do and where to go next. We enquired about some hotels but that time of the year being the peak season for tourism, left us with not many options but to rely on the driver of the taxi to take us to some place to stay. We wandered around, facing disappointment at al the places we went, but as they say, effort never goes wasted.
One of the lodges we went to pointed us to another where there were some rooms available. The location was good, the place being just two minutes distance from the Baga beach. We were thrilled to have got such a great location.
However when we reached there, the owner told us that the rooms would be empty by noon and asked us to come at that time. It was just about nine in the morning. We decided that the best thing to do till then was to go and visit the beach, but then!! We had our luggage, which was not so portable as to be carried around the beach. What do we do with it?? The owner then asked us to leave our luggage there, he will keep it safe, we discussed and then in the view that we did not have any other option we left everything save a few essentials there, and left. Just two minutes walk on the sandy beach and we could feel the waves touch our feet. The beach was peaceful and quiet as expected in the morning. We had our fill of enjoyment for a long time before realizing that we should have been at the hotel an hour ago.
So, it was decided that we immediately get back. We started, took the turn from where we thought we had come, went some paces before deciding that this place was new and we had taken the turn at the wrong place. We retraced our way back and got into the next turning only to see the place once again was alien to us. We continued this approach till we were tired. Already tired from the journey, and the lava hot rays of the sun burning us made us decide to have lunch before we did something else. At that point I realized that we had been fools. We didn’t have the phone number of the hotel, we didn’t know how to get back, and our luggage was there. My mind began to imagine all sorts of things. What if they had cheated us, what if we would not get our luggage back. We only had their word against ours. What do we do?
It was then that I mentioned to my friend that we should have taken the phone number to which he suddenly realized that he had the phone number of the hotel that had forwarded us to this particular hotel. We called, it didn’t prove futile. The aunty there laughed at our stupidity, and then assured that someone would be soon there to take us back.
It was not more than ten minutes that someone came looking for us and led the way back to the hotel. We got our luggage and our rooms. All the tension that had for so long clouded my mind cleared. I sat down and smiled, tension or not, stupidity or not, it was another part of our adventure, something to remember the trip by. It made the trip unforgettable, and after so many days after our return I still smile, when I remember the incident!!
Six of us, without much planning just left the hostels with one luggage each, boarded the train at the dead of the night, and by the time the sunrays fell on us, we were standing on the station deciding what to do and where to go next. We enquired about some hotels but that time of the year being the peak season for tourism, left us with not many options but to rely on the driver of the taxi to take us to some place to stay. We wandered around, facing disappointment at al the places we went, but as they say, effort never goes wasted.
One of the lodges we went to pointed us to another where there were some rooms available. The location was good, the place being just two minutes distance from the Baga beach. We were thrilled to have got such a great location.
However when we reached there, the owner told us that the rooms would be empty by noon and asked us to come at that time. It was just about nine in the morning. We decided that the best thing to do till then was to go and visit the beach, but then!! We had our luggage, which was not so portable as to be carried around the beach. What do we do with it?? The owner then asked us to leave our luggage there, he will keep it safe, we discussed and then in the view that we did not have any other option we left everything save a few essentials there, and left. Just two minutes walk on the sandy beach and we could feel the waves touch our feet. The beach was peaceful and quiet as expected in the morning. We had our fill of enjoyment for a long time before realizing that we should have been at the hotel an hour ago.
So, it was decided that we immediately get back. We started, took the turn from where we thought we had come, went some paces before deciding that this place was new and we had taken the turn at the wrong place. We retraced our way back and got into the next turning only to see the place once again was alien to us. We continued this approach till we were tired. Already tired from the journey, and the lava hot rays of the sun burning us made us decide to have lunch before we did something else. At that point I realized that we had been fools. We didn’t have the phone number of the hotel, we didn’t know how to get back, and our luggage was there. My mind began to imagine all sorts of things. What if they had cheated us, what if we would not get our luggage back. We only had their word against ours. What do we do?
It was then that I mentioned to my friend that we should have taken the phone number to which he suddenly realized that he had the phone number of the hotel that had forwarded us to this particular hotel. We called, it didn’t prove futile. The aunty there laughed at our stupidity, and then assured that someone would be soon there to take us back.
It was not more than ten minutes that someone came looking for us and led the way back to the hotel. We got our luggage and our rooms. All the tension that had for so long clouded my mind cleared. I sat down and smiled, tension or not, stupidity or not, it was another part of our adventure, something to remember the trip by. It made the trip unforgettable, and after so many days after our return I still smile, when I remember the incident!!
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