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Happy and Funny Poems for the Morning Hours

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As an experiment of sorts, I’ve decided to forego my daily ingestion of news and break an habit of nearly a lifetime. The news is all well and fine but I don’t see the point anymore of viewing new casualties in Gaza or the kidnap/rape/torture/murder of whoever it may be. This sounds callous, but believe me, to be outraged, and to feel moved doesn’t cover the fact that nothing gets done about any of this by watching or reading the news. And this alone – my own powerlessness to act – call it weak-willed, indecisive, cowardly, name it whatever you please, has convinced my neurons that to desist from this activity wouldn’t be a terrible loss at all. In any case, I’m bound to hear the latest gossip either at the nearest coffee shop, or when I’m face to face with friends, acquaintances or even strangers. Continue reading Happy and Funny Poems for the Morning Hours

P.G. Wodehouse – A Man For All Seasons

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PG Wodehouse with his signature pipe – undoubtedly typing/scribbling out notes with his other hand for his next installment.

We all escape the strenuous nature of our day-to-day existence by resorting to various activities: gardening, netflixing, reading, video-gaming, willfully induced soliloquies etc. etc. Only a small minority of the population gets to have the privilege of making their living through means that they would naturally consider as “escapist.” But even then, the time in between their activities – say, painting for instance, the time that’s ever magnanimously approaching like a droopy headmaster ready to give you the pep-talk will invariably consist of periods where a whole load of nothing happens. In such instances, even when the predicament is quite ideal – a loving partner whose love, as they say, is unconditional, a permanent enclosure which is better than a hamlet and doesn’t require a transfer of green paper bills to an unwitting creditor, a pettable creature at a convenient distance within this enclosure, and a bank balance that will not allow your head to swarm with stratagems of Machiavellian proportions, even with these and some extra seeds of a future boost to our Dionysian prospects added to the mix, one may find that there are limits to our happiness beyond which we risk entering a tormenting Dalai Lama of the mind. Majority of us take a painful eternity to approach two-thirds of the way up, only to be confronted by another stern headmaster who had bought his way to the silvery gates and is ready with the examination papers. P.G. Wodehouse found his stride roughly by age 6, found the upper extremity of this happiness bar, and said to himself, “Right ho, this seems pleasant enough, think I’ll just stick to it.” Continue reading P.G. Wodehouse – A Man For All Seasons

Seize The Day and Make Good

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Having had my very first dose of Saul Bellow with his exquisitely affectionate, painfully tender yet deliciously ironic novella,”Seize the Day” (and oh, what a dose of conscience nagging it was!), I decided to compose a five-verse “make good” blues that characterizes a single day of my own (in keeping with the Joycean motif of twenty four hours) and addresses the most important business of life which is living – even in the face of potent adversaries such as shame, embarrassment and remorse. The novel’s chiding yet serious tone still rings a bell today as a sort of segue between the modern and our “post-modern” world: hyper self-consciousness, warped up in a world of ideas where we are pre-disposed to compose all kinds of narrations in our heads, most of which bear no fruit and disappear and make no good. The corollary to this is the simplicity and near “faith” based solutions we seek from others who may have a cure to our ails (the spinster Tamkin is one such example from the novel) when really, the information consuming monsters that we’ve become seeks to address precisely this predicament. Instead, this ends up as our vanity in a world spoilt with too much stuff. Just read this passage and try not to laugh and weep! It concerns asking for a glass of water in a New York hotel and the troubles one must go to for such a simple request: Continue reading Seize The Day and Make Good