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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;17. The Boarding House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;“The Boarding House” is a social story written by James
Joyce. The writer deals with the experience of adolescence. The story is about
an Irish middle class family living in Dublin.
Mrs. Mooney, one of the main characters of the story, was a butcher’s daughter.
She was very much confident and independent woman. She was married to her father’s
foreman (helper). After marriage she started a butcher’s shop which she ran
successfully. But her husband was very stupid and drunkard. He drank all the
time and finished most of the property. He fell into a heavy debt. He quarreled
with his wife and sometimes attacked her with a cleaver. So she had to go to neighbor’s
house to sleep. Therefore she got divorced from her husband and opened a
boarding house where many tourists, office workers, artists would come to stay.
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Mrs. Mooney had a son and a daughter. Her daughter, Polly
Mooney was a beautiful girl of 19. She fell in love with Mr. Doran, one of the
young boys living at the boarding house. Mrs. Mooney suspected their relation
but kept quiet watching their activities. One day she asked Miss &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Polly about went to Mr. Doran’s room and
informed him that her mother had known their secret relation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Mr. Doran fell in confusion not knowing what to do. In fact,
he was not in mind of marrying Polly, she was not educated and her language was
not good. She was the daughter of a butcher and her boarding house had no good
fame. On the other hand, he was from gentle family and he had a good job. He
thought that if he married her all his friends would laugh at him. Miss Polly began
to weep but he asked her not to lose patience. At the same time maid (servant)
came in his room and said that Mrs. Mooney wanted to talk to him. Wearing a
coat he went to see her. Miss Polly sat alone in the room thinking about what
he and her mother would make the decision. After sometime her mother called her
and said that Mr. Doran wanted to speak to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Thus, the story ends in suspense. We don’t know what
decision has been made. However, we can say that Mr. Doran must have agreed to
marry Miss Polly. &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;16. Purgatory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;In the Christian religion, purgatory is a place where souls
of people that cannot go straight to heaven go to get purged because their sins
have not been forgiven. Purgatory is the gateway to heaven where souls have to
face the rest and purification. If the souls cannot purge up at purgatory, they
come back to the earth and roam around in the familiar places as ghost and spirits.
They suffer and cause other to suffer. They then take rebirth as lives and
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;“Purgatory” is one act play. The scene of the play is a
ruined house and a bare tree in the background. The play opens with the
conversation between an old man and a boy. The boy is the old man’s son. They
are standing in front of the ruined house. The old man tells the boy the
history of the ruined house and the tragedy of a reputed family. The house
belonged to the old man’s mother, a lady from aristocratic family. She fell in love
with a groom (the old man’s father). She had died at giving birth of a child (the
old man in the drama). After her death, the old man’s father began to waste
money drinking wine, playing card and on women. He neither educated the old man
nor left property to him. One day he burnt down the house being mad drinking
wine. The house had a long and glorious history in which the reputed and great
people of the nation were born. So the old man stabbed him to death and ran
away from the village and worked as a peddler. After several years he came back
to his house with his son (the boy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;As he is telling the story of his parents, the old man hears
the hoof-beats of his father’s horse and sees his mother’s figure at the window
of the ruined house he asks his son to hear the sound and &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;see the figure. The old man believes his
mother’s soul is suffering in Purgatory. He believes she constantly repeats the
wedding night. However, the boy neither hears sound nor sees any figure. He
thinks his father to be mad. Therefore, he tries to run away stealing money
from the old man. The old man sees it and grabs it. The boy asks for his right
share and insists that it’s his right to get the money and spend it as he
wishes. His behavior resembled his grandfather’s habits. The old man realizes
that his mother’s soul can never get purged till her criminal generation
survives. So to release his mother’s soul from the purgatory the old man stabs
the boy to death. He says that if he is left alone, he will be more dangerous
than his father. If the boy had been left, he would have married and passed the
pollution on. He again hears the sound of hoof-beats and he wishes his mother’s
spirit for emancipation and prays with God to appease the misery of the living
and the remorse of the dead. There is darkness everywhere but the trees are
bright which is the symbol of purified spirit. He did what a man could do for
Purgatory of soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Thus, the old man tries his best for the purification of his
mother’s soul. Here, the ruined house is symbolically the country, Ireland and the
old man’s father is the symbol of people of new generation who have lost the
sense of nationality. The old man is symbol of patriotism. &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The Tell-Tale Heart is a psychological story based on the
obsession of the narrator of the story. The narrator kills an old man and
confesses to the policemen but still he tries to prove that he is not mad. He
claims that crazy people cannot tell their story calmly. In the story the narrator
tells us how he murdered the old man, how the idea cropped up in his mind and
how he committed the action and finally why he confessed his crime to the
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The narrator and the old man lived in the same house. Every
time they met they talked in a friendly way. He loved the old man. The old man had
also remained very kind and friendly to the narrator, but the writer hated the
old man’s vulture eyes and his looks. For an unknown reason, the old man’s
cloudy, pale blue eye incited madness in him. Whenever the old man looked at
him his blood turned cold. Thus, he thought of getting himself rid of the old
man’s eye by murdering him. So making up his mind to murder the old man, he
would get up at midnight and sneak into the old man’s room. For the past seven
nights he tried to gain courage to get into the room and murder him. But he
could not bring himself to kill the man without seeing his “evil eyes”. Every
next morning he used to talk to the old man about how he slept at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;On the eighth night he was there again to kill the old man.
He entered the old man’s room quietly opening the door and lighting the lantern
to its minimum so that the tiny ray of light would pass to see the old man’s vulture
eyes. Then suddenly he tapped the lantern and the old man sprang up and cried “Who’s
there?” In the dark room, the narrator waited silently for an hour. The man did
not go back to sleep; instead, he gave out a slight groan, realized that ‘Death’
was approaching eventually; the narrator shone his lamp on the old man’s eye.
The narrator immediately became furious at the ‘damned spot’ i.e. the vulture
eye, but soon he heard the beating of a heart so loud that he feared the neighbors
would hear it. With a yell, he leapt into the room and killed the old man
pressing the bed over him. Despite the murder, he continued to hear the old man’s
relentless (constant) heartbeat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;After the murder, the narrator dismembered (cut into pieces)
the corpse and hid the body parts beneath the planks of floorboards. He then
cleaned and brushed the room in such a way that there wasn’t even a stain of
blood left behind. By then it was 4 in the morning. He heard a knock on the
door. To his surprise he found three policemen standing at the gate. They had
come as a routine work to investigate the shriek the neighbor had reported. The
narrator invited them to search the premises (area). He explained that it was
his shriek due to the bad dream and the old man was out of the town. The
officers were satisfied but not ready to leave. Soon the sound of the heartbeat
resumed, growing more and more distinct. He became pale blue and turned red
with nervousness and superstition that that might be the sound of the dead man’s
heart. He grew so nervous that it was intolerable for him. So he raised his
voice to muffle the sound at last, unable to stand it any longer, the narrator
screamed: I admit the deed! – tear up the planks, here, here! It is beating of
his hideous (frightful) heart! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Thus, the story revolves around a young man and his
obsession, his intense hatred for an old man’s diseased pale blue eyes, which
lead him to kill the old man. True to its little, the protagonist commits a
crime and confesses his crime due to his guilt-ridden heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;14. A Child Is Born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Germaine Greer is a
feminist writer and lecturer. ‘A Child Is Born’ is an extract from her book ‘Sex
and Destiny’. In the essay Greer presents the comparison between traditional
and modern societies in the matter of pregnancy and child bearing system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;In the traditional
societies childbirth is accepted culturally and collectively so that the
mothers do not feel any psychic burden. The potential misfortunes and anxieties
are managed if they follow the ritual approach to pregnancy which limits them
with taboos and prohibitions. Many of the ritual observances involve the participation
of husband, relatives, and members of the society. The pregnant woman feels
secure. She doesn’t need to think about the pain of delivery. The traditional
societies are superstitious but the western societies are also not untouched by
it. In the western societies a child is born unattended but in non-technocratic
societies (traditional), except for remarkable accidents, childbirth is always
attended. Child and mother mortality rate is greater in the traditional
societies which is a great tragedy and should be prevented. Modern medicinal
care for pregnant women in the hospitals has helped to decrease the mortality
rate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;In some societies, women
are not accepted as members of their new family until they have borne a child.
So they wish for a child who provides them recognition in the family. In some traditional
societies, the women are known as the mother of her first born child. She loses
her identity. In such societies the relationship between the mother and the
child is more important than the relationship between husband and wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;In the Rajput society,
to give birth to a child for a woman is a great success in her life. It is an occasion
of joy for the whole family. In Bengal, the
reward of the pregnancy is that she is allowed to go to her maternal home. The
birth of a child is celebrated by feasting and singing by the women of the community.
Similarly, in Bangladesh,
children under the age of five or six are looked after by the whole family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The traditional
societies are affected by the modernization and technological change. All the
emotions have been lost. The allopathic doctors depend only on drugs, equipment
and electricity. The labouring women are ignored and treated only as patient or
a case without any compassion. Though the chance of live birth is greater, the
women will no longer continue to offer their bodies and minds to such
brutality, specially if there is no one at home to welcome the child, to praise
the mother for her courage and to help her raise it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;At last Greer
suggests that if we do not feel so much proud and dignified out of child
bearing, the population growth will be controlled. Thus the essay presents a comparison
between the parent-child relationship in the affluent (rich) western and
traditional agricultural Eastern societies. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;What differences does Greer show between a traditional
society and a modern society in matters of pregnancy, child birth and child
bearing in her essay “A Child Is Born”?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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According to the writer, eastern society is called a traditional
society and western society is called a modern society. There are many
differences between a traditional society and modern society in matters of
pregnancy, child birth and child bearing. In the traditional society, people
believe in superstition. Women are prohibited to do something in pregnancy.
They have to follow the tradition, customs and religion. They are made sure to
think that they are secured and helped by their husbands, relatives and others.
They have to follow the rules and restrictions. If a pregnant woman does so,
she does not have psychic burden. But in a western society, the pregnant women
can do anything that she likes.&lt;/div&gt;
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In traditional societies, woman is not taken as a member of
family until she gets a baby birth but in western societies it is criticized bitterly.
In traditional societies, the death rate of child and mother is higher but in
modern societies it has decreased.&lt;/div&gt;
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In traditional societies, a woman satisfies her members of
family by giving a baby birth. Family members are eager to see the child. They
are happy to celebrate the birth of baby. The mother is visited by her relatives
and friends. She gets well treatment and is looked after well. There are many
ritual functions after the baby is born in traditional societies but, however,
in western and modern societies these all traditions are not found. Therefore,
there are some fundamental differences between traditional and modern society
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;12. The Children Who Wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The essay &lt;i&gt;The Children
Who Wait &lt;/i&gt;talks about the adoption system of children. She talks about the
children adoption system before and after 1960 (present).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Until about 1960 there was a trend to adopt only the healthy
white infants. A child should be white, healthy and in small age to be adopted.
All the disabled and diseased children, blacks, children beyond infancy (grown
up) minority and mixed racial children were almost ignored. The family did not
adopt them. However, in the last two decades, i.e. 1960-1980, the field of
adoption has undergone a radical change. Such ignored children, who waited to
be adopted, are being placed with different types of family. Such changes are
due to the Black Civil Rights movements, birth control, legalized abortion,
women’s movements, social science research and many more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Due to the Black Civil Rights movements, liberal whites
adopted black and mixed race infants and toddlers (children). This mode was criticized
but left no effect on this. The women’s movement legalized abortion and changed
the attitudes towards sexual behavior and marriage. Therefore, the number of
healthy infants drastically reduced and moreover the unmarried mothers decided
to keep their babies without caring the social stigma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The researchers show that between 1960 and 1978 the number
of children in foster care centers doubled to a half millions or more. The
children who are kept in such centers are not all sure to be adopted. If they
live in foster care till their maturity, they suffer from several problems like
pseudo-mental retardation, learning disabilities, mental illness, sexual perversions
etc that can root in the children’s personalities and plague their adult lives
and be passed on to their children. To establish them, those foster centers
need financial support but unfortunately funding for children’s services had
always been scarce. So, it became clear that foster caring was both expensive
and cruel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Traugot in her essay says that today’s buzz word is ‘matching’.
It is a process of seeking to match a child and a foster family. First the
workers evaluate the child’s personality, cultural background, existing
relationships with biological or foster family and emotional state. Based on
these factors the workers draw up a profile and seek an appropriate family.
Traugot presents two examples: An unmarried man or a single strong male might
adopt a badly behaved 15 years old boy and a religious family with older
siblings adopts a handicapped child suffering from down’s syndrome, hearing
disabilities etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Now, some agencies work to find the potential adoptive
family or parents by distributing their photos and description (or video-tape)
to all other agencies. Their names are sent in the regional or state adoption
exchange centers and there they try to match with the prospective parents. If
they are not still adopted, the description or profiles of waiting children are
published in newspaper or broadcasted through media. The media is the final
solution for those children who are waiting to be adopted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tammy, &lt;/b&gt;a 5 and a
half years old black girl who is suffering from fetal alcohol syndrome is
waiting for the warm and supportive family. The writer hopes that Tammy would
find a warm and supportive family because of the changes appeared in the
children adoption system in US after 1960.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Women’s Business &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;is an essay written by Ilene
Kantrov. In this essay, the writer presents the entrepreneurship of some women
from USA,
and their entry into the so-called male world of business. The women were not
only the businesswomen. However, they helped the problem facing women by
educating them as well as helping them solve their problems. Some of them
contributed lavishly to hospitals, schools, and cultural organizations. These
women tried to transform the home craft into a thriving business. Women’s business
grew out of traditional women’s skill and provided for the needs mostly of
women. Lydia E. Pinkham was
the pioneer of the women business in USA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;The
first women entrepreneurship of USA Lydia E. Pinkham started business to
provide support to her family when her husband’s real estate business
collapsed. She was a radical feminist and wanted to help the females rather
than the males. Within two three years her company earned $200,000. She had
launched a home remedy product called ‘Lydia E. Pinkham’s vegetables compound’
for all weakness of women. Her bold marketing strategies made her success in
her business. She advertised her product herself creating the image of a gentle
and kind woman who appealed to fellow women ‘to feel good’ and to improve the
quality of their lives. In her advertisement she claimed that her medicine is
the ‘greatest remedy of the world’. Thus, her customers were convinced that she
was selling more than a product. Her ‘Department of Advise’ dispensed
suggestions for all kinds of feminine problems (about diet, exercise and
hygiene) along with prescribing her own remedies. She proclaimed herself as the
“Savior of her sex.” Thus, she created history in America’s business. Many women
later followed in her footsteps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Helena Rubinstein &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Elizabeth Arden &lt;/b&gt;were the rivals. They sold cosmetics. They were
also married to rich and famous aristocrats from Europe.
&lt;b&gt;Margaret Rudkin &lt;/b&gt;began to sell
additive-free wheat bread (healthy foods) that she first used to help her
asthmatic son. Similarly, &lt;b&gt;Jennie
Grossinger &lt;/b&gt;owned a successful resort hotel that began serving 150,000 guests
a year. &lt;b&gt;Gertrude Muller&lt;/b&gt;, on the
other hand, sold things to help people look after their babies, such as ‘toidey
seats’. She put small books explaining her ideas about child raising in the
packages of the things she sold. In the field of business, black women also
showed their entrepreneurship. &lt;b&gt;Annie
Turnbo-Malone &lt;/b&gt;was a black American. She established a school for training
for hairdressing, named it ‘Poro
 College’, and advertised
it as a vehicle for the uplift of her race (blacks) and a passport to economic
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thus,
the thesis of this essay is that business women in the USA, from the
later part of nineteenth century, tried to help women as well as to make money
by selling things to them. Often, their methods of helping women, for example,
through giving advices, helped them to sell more products. Sometimes, when
feminine ideals collided with the realities of the market place, however, the
businesswomen often bested the lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/feeds/3090128656797466720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5162938751061138645/3090128656797466720?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/3090128656797466720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/3090128656797466720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/2012/01/heritage-of-words-womens-business.html' title='Heritage of Words - Women’s Business'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162938751061138645.post-7671090991294447413</id><published>2011-10-13T22:07:00.005+05:45</published><updated>2011-10-13T22:07:51.781+05:45</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="In Bed"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Magic of Words"/><title type='text'>Magic of Words - In Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;SUMMARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The main concern of this powerful personal essay is the migraine headache. The writer Joan Didion describes it in general and her own in particular. She has described’ her physical tension aroused by the pain of migraine in her right temple. She often felt ashamed to check frequently in application form. She had fear of the respect of mankind. In the same time she turns to the human concept toward migraines. She says that people often have misconception about this disease. She comes to the objective point of medical knowledge. It happens not by brain tumor, eyestrain, high blood pressure. Migraine headaches are not imaginary. Migraine is something more than the fancy of a neurotic imagination. It is an essentially hereditary complex of symptoms. Almost any thing can trigger a specific attack of migraine: stress, allergy, fatigue, a flashing light, a fire drill etc. She again talks about personal experience at the point of heredity. She says that her grandmothers’ had migraine. Her father and mother had migraine. From heredity, she turns tq the chemistry of migraine. In the time of severe pain she is fully upset. Physically and mentally she suffers. She says that her husband has this migraine, too. Sufferer hardly can pass days easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The writer comes to conclusion by asserting an intellectual response of confronting this disease with tolerance and concentration on the pain for some time like in yoga. The pain dies and she has relief afterwards. We may concentrate our daily household jobs and other activities to divert from the pain of migraine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/feeds/7671090991294447413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5162938751061138645/7671090991294447413?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/7671090991294447413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/7671090991294447413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/2011/10/magic-of-words-in-bed.html' title='Magic of Words - In Bed'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162938751061138645.post-6687344522974250554</id><published>2011-10-13T22:05:00.003+05:45</published><updated>2011-10-13T22:05:52.703+05:45</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Magic of Words"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Six Million Dollar Man"/><title type='text'>Magic of Words - The Six Million Dollar Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUMMARY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The American author Harold J. Morowitz is a renown writer who has perfected and accustomed himself on comic, humorous persuasive essays and stories. This is humorous as well as fascinating essay taken from his poplar collection book, “The Wine of Life and Other Essays on Societies, Energy and Living Things” (1979) that is originally appeared in medical magazine “Hospital Practice”. In the essay, the writer talks about the existing price of the chemicals that comprise the human body. The writer tries to revaluate the human body on the recent market price. One day the writer has received a birthday card bearing the message in the caption that the total price of human body is only 97 cents. The writer feels upset and distressed. It is really humorous and ridiculous. He tries to find the real value of human body. Then he began to calculate the price of each and every chemicals of human body according to the current market price that is provided by the bio-chemicals companies. The writer has calculated the price of the dry weight and its ingredients of human body and the chemicals in the following way:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; - Hemoglobin - $ 2.95 per gram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;- NADP - $ 245.00 per gram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;- Purified Tryspin - $ 36.00 per gram - Hyaluronic Acid - $175.00 per gram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; - Crystalline Insuline $47.50 per gram - Bilirubin - $ 12.00 per gram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; - Acetate Kinase - $ 8,860.00 per gram - Human DNA - $ 798.00 per gram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; - Alkaline Phosphatase - $ 225.00 per gram - Collagen - $ 15.00 per gram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; - Human Albumin - $ 13.00 per gram - Brradykinin - $ 12,000.00 per gram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; - Follicle-Stimulating Harmone - $ 4,800,000 per gram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; - Prolactin - $ 157,500,00.00 per gram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; - Average value of every gram of dry weight of human body is $ 254.54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; - Dry weight of the human body is 168 pounds (76,364 grams with 60% water and 24,436&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; grams without water)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He became very happy and excited about the fact that human body is worth as six-dollar. Nevertheless, when he calculated every possibility of being a perfect man with the power of thought, speech, reasoning and soul, he felt defeated before the nature. Only God can give humanity, and soul, so science and technology can create only man or human body, but not humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/feeds/6687344522974250554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5162938751061138645/6687344522974250554?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/6687344522974250554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/6687344522974250554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/2011/10/magic-of-words-six-million-dollar-man.html' title='Magic of Words - The Six Million Dollar Man'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162938751061138645.post-1895143852490499161</id><published>2011-10-13T22:04:00.001+05:45</published><updated>2011-10-13T22:04:13.023+05:45</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Magic of Words"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Gardener"/><title type='text'>Magic of Words - The Gardener</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;SUMMARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;There are two main characters in this story, they are Helen and Michael. Apart from them, the other minor characters are Mrs. Scarworth and the Gardener. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This story is set against the background of the First World War that killed thousands of the British people. This story discloses the fate of the child born out of an unmarried woman. The woman who bore such an illegitimate child should have to face the social scorn and hate, thus she had to live the hateful life. Because of that, the woman had planned various ways to make her sin as real and truthful. It is the worthlessness of the crooked and dishonest society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;According to the story, there was Miss Helen Turrell who told the long and terrible story in her life. She said that she had a lung problem and suffered from it badly; but in fact, she had not such a problem, she said so to save herself from her sin in the society. She exiled into France because in England it was a big problem to sustain herself, sooner or later, the villagers would find the reality. She was pregnant from her illegal and unauthorized relation, so she wanted to give birth to a baby secretly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She had given the birth to a baby in France, though his father had remained unknown and the baby was named as Michael in a baptism in a local church. In England, Helen had made a truthful story that she had gone to France to care for her Brother’s son. To escape from social criticism and disrespect, she said that Michael was not her son, he was the son of her Brother George. George had served in Indian Army and engaged with the daughter of non-commissioned officer. They gave the birth to a baby but George had died of a fall from the horse. Unfortunately, both George’s father and mother had died. The small baby was taken care by a nurse but her services to the baby is negligence and careless, as a result, the baby had suffered from dysentery (a kind of disease). Helen had brought the baby back to England and mother the baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In his school level, Michael was said that Helen was not his mother, instead, she was his aunty. She instructed Michael that he could only call her “mummy” at the bed time. Michael was troubled by the other boys about asking his father and he was unanswered. Michael grew up and finished his secondary level school and joined the University for the training of arms affairs. He applied in armed force and enlisted, but during his bravery in the battle in Belgium, he was killed by an opponent army. Miss Helen was notified about the death of her nephew by the certain authorities and she wished to visit the grave of her nephew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Helen had decided to visit the grave, and left for the graveyard. On the way she met another woman named as Mrs. Scarworth. Initially she pretended that she wanted to visit the grave of her relatives, but in fact, she lied that she wanted to visit the grave of her dearest person. It was her secret lover. Helen and Mrs. Scarworth were the same kind of women who rushed from the reality and lived in the illusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Helen finally reached in the cemetery and confused by seeing the thousand of graves. She could not find the grave of her nephew or son. The officer and the gardener helped in search of her son and nephew’s grave. The gardener said that he knew the grave of her son, that is most wonderful fact. How did the gardener know that she was searching her son’s grave instead of her nephew? We may assume that there might be illegal relation between Helen and the gardener, but it was not confirmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/feeds/1895143852490499161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5162938751061138645/1895143852490499161?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/1895143852490499161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/1895143852490499161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/2011/10/magic-of-words-gardener.html' title='Magic of Words - The Gardener'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162938751061138645.post-8893918199901865971</id><published>2011-10-13T22:02:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2011-10-13T22:02:08.359+05:45</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Magic of Words"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Malini"/><title type='text'>Magic of Words - Malini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUMMARY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Malini is two-act play by Rabindranath Tagore and it is all about love and hatred; religion and dogma of the contemporary Asian society. Malini is the central figure of the play and she is the princess of the palace and lovely daughter of King and Queen. Malini is very different from her early age, who thinks differently. She is different in her thinking as well as attitude than the rest of the members of the royal palace. She opines differently and everyone including King and Queen are surprised due to her feelings. The kingdom is basically rooted on Hindu ideology and doctrine but the princess Malini promotes Buddhism and its ideology. There is the clash between Hinduism and Buddhism in the play. The Brahmins are the Hindu extremist and the Princess Malini is the promoter of Buddhism and its ideology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; Malini is isolated from Royal pleasure and happiness and wants to share the pity, sorrows, pain and sufferings of ordinary people as her own. These ideas principally promotes Buddhism doctrine and because of that Hindu extremists such as Brahmins, Kemankar, Supriya are irritated from Malini. The Brahmins strongly suggests the King to banish Malini from the Royal Palace so that the stain in Hindu Religion can be erased, she is labeled and compared as the poisonous snake in the palace. The King and the Queen worry much as they find that their daughter wants to walk in the perilous path in her life. Despite the great request and pleas; Malini decides to banish from the Palace. The Brahmins are always giving the pressure to the King to banish Malini to save the religion and Hindu ideology, so they protest and march against the King in the street. Eventually Malini is banished from the Palace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The circumstances is reversed when Malini has returned from the banishment. King and Queen are happy from the arrival of Malini who are much anxious before and they follows the footstep of Malini who has brought outer world into the palace. The Brahmins who has raised their hand against Malini are now enchanted and attracted by her mercy, pity and tenderness. They have thought that Malini has understood the essence of Hindu doctrine and gained the divine spirit. They blindly suppose her as the form of Goddess who has descended from the heaven. According to the Brahmins, the divine spirit is existed in the heart of Malini. People are gathering in front of Palace to take the blessing of Malini who understand the real virtue, pity and love of human being. Love, virtue, mercy, pity are the pure source of divine spirit and knowledge and it makes one enlightened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;On the other hand, Supriya and Kemankar are much critical to the King who finally accepts the norms and notions as well as doctrine of Buddhism. They try to revolt against the King, so they secretly plan to make the plot against the King. They blame that the King rejects the Hindu doctrine and turns to Buddhism. On the course of time, all are become the follower of Malini, but Supriya and Kemankar has stayed aloof. Kemankar has fled to another country so that he can assemble armies to fight against the King to protect the religion as the King has deviated from his original religion. Kemankar and Supriya are the true friends from their childhood. Supriya has remained in the country and informed Kemakar about happening in the Kingdom and acted the role of spy. Kemankar tries to control the kingdom by doing armful revolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; The fame and charm of Malini has been spreading rapidly. Supriya who was very critical to Malini, now influenced and enchanted by the divine spirit of Malini. Supriya then reveals the plan and shows the letter of Kemankar to the King and won the mercy of King. Supriya makes treachery to his friend. Thought, Supriaya urges to the King to forgive Kemankar who has been arrested by the King’s army in the frontier of the Kingdom. Finally Kemankar has been presented in front of King. The King has asked him for his last wish before he faces the death penalty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; In the last scene of the play, Kemankar and Supriya are talking and condemning each other. Kemankar does not tolerate the betray of Supriay, so he gives the big strike (blow) to Supriya who falls down on the ground and dies immediately. The King is enraged by this and stands out to look for his sword to attack Kemankar but Malini urges her father to forgive Kemanakar. This is the ideology of Buddhism. In every sin and mislead, forgive is the best solution to make our lives peaceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Q.N.1 What was the revolt against? Against Malini? Against the king? Against Buddhism?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kashi is one of the centers, where Hinduism originated and prospered. It is also the place highly dominated by Brahmins. Remarkable   things are that the Brahmins enjoy the great privilege in Hindu society. In such condition any blow to the dominant religious dogma may result in disadvantage of all Brahmins. Therefore when Malini comes out with a new concept influenced by Buddhism all the Brahmins get united against her and shouted for her banishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Q. N. 2 Why does Malini ask for her own banishment from the place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans:&lt;/u&gt; Malini thinks that she is inspired by some divine force in heaven. She thinks she should go out of the place among the common people. It will help her to teach them what is right   and what is wrong. The instructions of Malini will help them to attain nirvana. Therefore when the king informs her about Brahmins’ dissentient she takes it positively. She tells her father that they are not asking for her banishment but want her to live with them. So she requests her father to listen to Brahmins demand and banish her from the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Q.N.3. Draw a characteristics of Malini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans:&lt;/u&gt; Malini is the protagonist of Rabindranath Tagore’s play “Malini”. She is the princess of Kasi, a land where Hinduism originated and prospered and where her new thoughts stirred the conservative Hindus. Although she is a princess, she doesn’t wear dresses of ornaments like a princess. This annoys her mother but Malini thinks her destiny is “to find riches in the property”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;         Malini is inspired by a divine force of heaven. She thinks she should leave the place and go among people. It is important because she thinks only by bridging the gap between palace and people, she can preach and rescue them from the troubled life of earth. According to her the whole world is like a ship left by its captain on a stormy see. The ship might destroy if she will not reach. Iin other words she thinks she can help people to achieve nirvana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;             However once she goes out, she finds the reality quite different from what she has supposed. She asks help from Supriya in her mission as she lacks words when she is amidst human crowd. This might make the readers think that all her visions are in fact illusions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;            Nevertheless, it doesn’t mean she posses any power at all. In fact she looks so bright than agitating Brahmins takes her as an incarnation of a goddess who has descended on the pious land of Kasi to rescue it from the possible bloodshed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;            Malini is taught by Buddhist monks. Accordingly she is very much influenced by its philosophy non- violence and peace. When Supriya tells about how he has informed the king about Kemanker’s plan. Who makes him a captive, she doesn’t like it. She thinks her heart is big enough to greet even the opponent. Not only that when Kemankar kills Supriya, she pleads the king to forgive him. Remarkable thing is that Supriya is very dear to her and king wants her to marry him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/feeds/8893918199901865971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5162938751061138645/8893918199901865971?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/8893918199901865971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/8893918199901865971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/2011/10/magic-of-words-malini.html' title='Magic of Words - Malini'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162938751061138645.post-8002763523863623857</id><published>2011-10-13T21:58:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:58:50.637+05:45</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Magic of Words"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Oops How’s That Again"/><title type='text'>Magic of Words - Oops! How’s That Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;SUMMARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; In our daily life, we make numerous verbal errors. They become the cause of embarrassment, insult and sometimes just laughter. But most of the time we are not serious about it although they seem surprisingly interesting. Rosenblatt in “Oops! How’s that again”, has discussed on such verbal errors in a humorous way. However, at the same time he has provided some reasonable explanations behind such errors. He has categorized the verbal errors into 4 groups. They are slips of tongue, mistranslation, bloopers and spoonerisms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; In slip of tongue we mistakenly tell something else instead of what we intend to or are supposed to tell. On the conscious level, we never mean what we speak and sometimes we regret for it. For example once a businessman Peter Balfour wished Prince Charles “Long life and conjugal happiness with Lady Jane” on the day when he has engaged to lady Diana. Similarly when Chicago&#39;s mayor wanted to make his city men feel comfortable, he assured them “The policemen isn’t there to create disorder, the policemen is there to preserve disorder.” Clearly, both the miss speaker didn’t mean what they told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; Mistranslation is different but perhaps the most interesting among all verbal errors. A popular slogan “Come alive with Pepsi” was mistranslated in Germany as “Come alive out of Grave with Pepsi”. Similarly, once the German president, Heinrich Lubke went to receive the president of India at an airport. He wanted to ask “How are you?” to Indian President but asked “Who are you?” instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; Bloopers are embarrassing errors made in public. Once David Hartman, the anchor of “Good Morning America” infuriated his sponsor General Foods when he announced “We will be right back after this word from General Fools”. Similarly American radio anchor Harry Von Zell called his president “Hoobert Heever”. In fact the president’s name was Herbert Heever. However the bloopers largely consists low life verbal errors and toilet jokes. It is also an interesting fact that bloopers records became great hit programs on American radio and television in 1950s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; Spoonerism an utterly different kind of verbal error is named after and Oxford scholar Archibald Spooner. It is the transposition of initial or other sound of words in a sentence. It seems deliberate. The popular example is the transposition of “Conquering Kings Their Titles Take” as “Kinquering Kongs Their Titles Take”. In another interesting example, Spooner scolded his student “You have hissed all my mystery lectures…….” Instead of “You have missed all my history lectures”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; Although we just laugh at such verbal errors, they are of great importance for linguists and psychologist. According to some linguist, like Victoria Fromkin, brain stores idea in a particular grammatical pattern of a particular language. When we speak, we express our idea on the same pattern, but if the ideas are arranged in wrong way, we make mistakes. Mistranslation can be taken as a result of such attempts too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; According to psychologist, our brain has three stages called sub-conscious, conscious and super conscious. In our sub conscious mind there are many wishes related to primitive needs. But our super conscious mind always forces us not to reveal them. Our conscious mind is a balance between them. But sometimes the latent desires of sub conscious mind tend to come out in front of slips. For example when a nun asked the Irish Bishop “How may lords, my lump?” instead of “How may lumps my lord?” She intended to ask profound theological questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; There is also another psychological theory, which gives a second reason for such verbal errors. According to the psychiatrist, Richard Yazmajian, there are some incorrect words that exist in associative change with the correct ones. He calls it “Dream Pair” of words. When we speak sometimes incorrect words of dream pair substitute the correct words and we make verbal errors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/feeds/8002763523863623857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5162938751061138645/8002763523863623857?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/8002763523863623857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/8002763523863623857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/2011/10/magic-of-words-oops-hows-that-again.html' title='Magic of Words - Oops! How’s That Again'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162938751061138645.post-4313014066334854426</id><published>2011-10-13T21:54:00.002+05:45</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:54:53.991+05:45</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Concrete Cat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Magic of Words"/><title type='text'>Magic of Words - Concrete Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;SUMMARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Concrete cat is a concrete poem. A concrete poem is an experimental poem, which verbally deals with visual ideas with an attempt to articulate visual thinking and bring the aesthetic principle of paintings into the poetry. It is mostly written to look at although it uses letters instead of painting brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In “Concrete Cat” we can see Dorthi Charles has used black letters and placed it in such a manner that it shows us the picture of a cat on the page. To make the picture more vivid, he has used pointed letters. “A” shows the pointed ears of cat, the capital “Y” is used to show the wide opened eyes of cat as it is approaching food. The stripes, whiskers, mouth, paw and tail also made visible by appropriate arrangement of letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The poet has also associated some catness with the concrete cat. For example a mouse is shown upside down. It means the cat has recently killed it, which is cat’s nature. Similarly, the letter “U” is used mouth to suggest that a cat licks its food. There are some litter boxes at the corner, which suggests that the cat is in a storeroom. The food kept near it also suggests that the cat is a domestic one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The poet has also used a pun in the poem. A pun is a device of figurative language in which a word with two meanings is playfully used in a context. The punning words are spelled and pronounced in the same way. We find the mid stripe on the cat’s body can be read as “stripe”, which means a long extended black line on a cat’s body. At the same time it can also be read as “tripes”, which means the food inside its stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;“Concrete Cat” is an example of a “concrete poem,” a poem made for the eye. The chief concern of such a poem is with the physical appearance of poetry – not primarily with ideas or emotions, not with language as we ordinarily use it, but with the “reduced language” of the word itself as it appears on the page or elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt; The pet may be telling us about a cat, but may be showing its “catness” in action – as far as this can be done by black and white letters on a page. We see that the cat’s tongue is a U, and so on. The pun in the cat’s middle stripe (tripes) is the only place where language aspires toward poetry and become figurative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Concrete Cat” is implied poem that indicates the concrete ideas about something. This type of poem is meant to see rather than to read. is a concrete poem by which we mean a poem for the eye not for the ear. However, this type of poem reveals the pun through of words and it is good fun to read and see the concrete poem. The poet here experiences his sight of cat through the letters and he organizes the words in a very skillful way that represent a shape of a cat and different organs of the cat. The letter “A” indicates or creates the shape of pointed ears and U makes the mouth. The white backdrop and black letters here show the real stripe of the cat. This cat concentrates here in front of the readers after killing the mouse. The upside down letter of mouse indicates that the mouse is killed by the cat. The selections of words such as stripe, whisker, paw, tail etc characterize the real cat like a picture but if the poet would use sentences instead of words, his concrete poem would never come to a form of cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the letters are capitalized by the poet, such as A to show the pointed ends of the ear; U to show the curved position of its tongue and mouth and Y to show the nose that separates two eyes. The letters of the word “tail” is written by giving more space to show the length of the tail, which is long and slightly bending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poet sets the letters of the word “mouse” upside down to indicate that the mouse is dead and it is lying behind the cat. In front of the cat, a mouse can not stand upright. We can assume that the cat is playing with the dead cat by turning it upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pun can be created by the middle stripe of the cat. As the letters are repeated, each word can create different meaning. It is the play of the words. When we separate the letters from “stripe”, the two words are created, “tripe” and “stripe”. Tripe means the belly of animal to carry the food stuffs and “stripes” means a relatively long band of colour or texture. The cat as the poet describes here are consisted of two basic words stripes and tripe and other letters and words as necessary.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/feeds/4313014066334854426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5162938751061138645/4313014066334854426?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/4313014066334854426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/4313014066334854426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/2011/10/magic-of-words-concret.html' title='Magic of Words - Concrete Cat'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162938751061138645.post-4501933989619500933</id><published>2011-10-13T21:52:00.001+05:45</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:52:42.470+05:45</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Magic of Words"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unchopping a Tree"/><title type='text'>Magic of Words - Unchopping a Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUMMARY 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Unchopping a tree” is a pseudodirective essay. W.S.Merwin has coined a new term by adding the prefix “un” to chopping by this he has meant the process of reserving the action of chopping a tree. Merwin has used imperative sentences to give direction to reserve the process of chopping. Our common sense makes us realize its impossibility from the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              W.S. Merwin instructs us to begin the “unchopping” by joining leaves to their respective twigs and twigs to their respective branches. If the tree has a hollow trunk, the nest of birds, hive of bees and insect and their hoard of nuts and food must be resembled .if there were spider webs on trees before the fall. It must be waved again any damage done to the neighboring trees must also be repaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           In the second step the tree must be erected on its stump without grinding its base into the ground. While putting the tackle into place no damage to the neighboring trees can be done. If it occurs any of such damage must be corrected later. If any leaf or branch is broken they must be rearranged by putting the tree on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The last step is to arrange the wooden chips, which fell on the ground during the chopping. After that saw dust and bark of the trees must be fixed. Here one must be careful to use correct adhesive so that natural look of the tree is not distorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After giving the instructions, the essayist asks how long such tree can stand. Any blow of wind will be enough to put the tree back on the ground. No one can stop the blowing of the wind so the only thing that you can do is to start the process of unchopping from the beginning if you have to get any success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By giving a Sisyphus-like task, the essayist intends to make every reader realize that you can hardly undertake and complete such process. Therefore it is unwise to chop a tree because we are not wise enough to unchop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt; “Unchopping a Tree” is an essay written by W.S. Merwin, he has used the work “Unchopping” for the process of reversing the action of “Chopping” or chopping a tree means cutting a tree whereas unchopping a tree means joining the same tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The essay shows the fact beautifully that unchopping a tree is not as easy as chopping the trees. A man can chop a tree within a few minutes but the tree takes at least ten years’ time to be grown up. To unchop or join all the parts of a tree, one has to collect the leaves, twigs, sawdust and put them again in their own places. To join all the parts properly one should work very hard like the ants. One should put everything in the original order. Let’s suppose that tree can be joined, but nobody can give its life. The writer says the chopping a tree is very easy but unchopping is out of our imagination. One can use scaffolding and tackle very carefully to be free from the future trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nuts inside the hollow may not be in right place. As such, one has to lift the trunk vertically above the stump. After fixing the splinters of the both parts properly, one has to use the fixative or any sticky materials. Three different types of fixatives should be used for the core to the trunk. By following all this process very properly, one can erect the tree. But when the tree stands on its own, the first breeze or the motion of the clouds might push the tree over. At this time one can do nothing except watching and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the process of unchopping trees is impossible. Though a man tries his best, he cannot give the life for the fallen or chopped trees. The essay had a different meaning from its apparent meaning. It is persuasive essay.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/feeds/4501933989619500933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5162938751061138645/4501933989619500933?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/4501933989619500933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/4501933989619500933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/2011/10/magic-of-words-unchopping-tree.html' title='Magic of Words - Unchopping a Tree'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162938751061138645.post-1342358853969792161</id><published>2011-10-13T21:49:00.003+05:45</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:50:03.730+05:45</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Keeping Things Whole"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Magic of Words"/><title type='text'>Magic of Words - Keeping Things Whole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;SUMMARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; Mark strand is a surrealist. Therefore the image that he creates in his work seems alien or uncommon to us. However he always writes on common theme. Through the present poem also he wants to appeal for universal brotherhood a kind of wholeness against all the usual fragmentation that appears in our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;         The poet tells when he is in a field he finds himself absent there. It happens because he allows his own individual entity to submerge into a bigger entity in the field. By doing   so he does not lose anything rather he is recognized as a greater body. According to him it is always the same case with him. Wherever he goes he finds himself absent there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;                However, it is the human tendency to make things apart rather than keeping it whole, such attempts can never succeed because the universe is one. He has given an example to prove his point when h walks in a field his body parts the air as it moves forward. But immediately after he moves forward vacuum created by his body is filled with air. Thus he is not able to part things at last. Rather he joins at his back too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;              According to the poet everybody has some projects or goals in his life. His mission is to keep things whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;OUTLINES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Mark Strand is a Canadian-born poet, educated in the US. He has taught at various universities. His poems of alienation treating darkness and doubleness in man, are minimalist in style and affected by surrealism. “Keeping Things Whole,” taken from his Selected Poems (1980), pleads for wholeness against the usual fragmentation6 that goes on in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;* The poet here in the poem elaborates the various objects to make things whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;* To keep things whole is to keep something absolute and complete from the possibility of division and fragmentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;* Fragmentation is necessary to keep something whole. Wholeness is formed due to the unification of fragmentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;* The poet here claims that fragmentation and movement are interrelated to create the absolute object.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;* The poet in the poem moves despite the fragmentation in his life to maintain the journey of life and keep things whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;* When the poet is in the field, he considers that he is absence of the field. On the other hand, the presence of the poet marks some space on the field and that is missing. But as the poet walks on the field, his bodily movement divides the air and then the air again fill the space to make things whole (here air is whole) that is made by the body of the poet. The poet says that every one has the reason to move, and he has the reason to move to keep things whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;* As we move the particular space is in the process of being fragmented and whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;* To keep things whole, the three major things happen. Movement, fragmentation and unification for wholeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;* The poet walks in field moving so as to make the field and fragmented air whole, thus the entire backdrop will be whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Interpretation and the and central idea of the poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The poem, “Keeping Things Whole” talks about the wholeness against the usual fragmentation which goes on in life. The course of actions; incidents and happenings of our life are often fragmented. Nothing is absolute in fragmentation and division. So the poet stresses on wholeness. The poet claims that movement in the course of action is the key to keeping things whole or undivided. The poet gives example of field, he says if one presents or stays in the field; he takes some of the space of field, thus the field is fragmented. But as he moves from there, the filed will be whole. Movement is thus necessary to keep things whole. The poet has a distinguished (remarkable, eminent, notable) notion regarding the term “wholeness” and it is essential, according to the poet, to think about the perception of wholeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/feeds/1342358853969792161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5162938751061138645/1342358853969792161?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/1342358853969792161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/1342358853969792161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/2011/10/magic-of-words-keeping-things-whole.html' title='Magic of Words - Keeping Things Whole'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162938751061138645.post-4919658420646084565</id><published>2011-10-13T21:45:00.003+05:45</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:45:35.823+05:45</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Magic of Words"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Nightmare Life Without Fuel"/><title type='text'>Magic of Words - The Nightmare Life Without Fuel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Synopsis of the Essay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; The present essay written by the Russian writer Isaac Asimov basically concerns about the fuel shortage in the present world. He has given us the instances from America about how the fuel shortage directly or indirectly relates to human life and its adverse impacts. The writer kindly advices us to preserve the existing natural resources that gives us the enormous fuel to sustain life. The essay “The Nightmare Life Without Fuel,” originally published in the Time Magazine in 1977, portrays America in the late 1990s, where the existing fuel resources have reduced this developed and rich nation to miserable condition of dark and dirty replica of the pre-industrial 1800s. America is just a small example to show how dwindling fuel resources have been reducing. The central essence of this essay is considerable that the worst condition will be happened if we do not preserve the natural resources of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The writer describes the terrific situation in the urban areas of America where people are wandering here and there for the fuel and energy. People gather in the subways where the bus is already left and bicycles are splashed on the muddy water, which indicates difficulties in life due to shortage of fuel. Coal is difficult to get by digging and nuclear fusion is very risky and then the solar batteries are very costly. The stuff of the decaying city should be the mineral mines to use again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;There are several adverse impacts on human life due to fuel shortage; but the writer says that this kind of shortage would be beneficial to some extent. Automobiles are vanished and become the metal resources; likewise the ration system also be decreased. According to the writer, there is the reports from the newspapers in 1997 that the environment becomes cleaner, crime rates are reduced and the policemen are returned to their beats. The streets are deserted and the legs of the people become superior in the street. People do not consume the expensive electricity; they are deprived from modern facilities. For them open air is the air condition and home made sweaters are popular indoor wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The people in the city feel comfort rather than the people in suburbs. Energy crisis is the vital problem for the city dwellers. The nation should find the alternative source of energy to soothe the growing population. The condition outside USA and Europe is even worst and the people do not have sufficient food stuff to eat; only more than one in five has enough food to eat. Rest of people would die of starvation. But the writer states that starvation reduces the world’s population and more than two billion people suffer from brain damage due to less nutritious food. The fuel resources are limited, so it has the great impact on human life. The energy crisis is continued and as a result, the world’s countries would not afford their cost, keep their soldiers for the long time and unable to feed their people properly. Because of fuel shortage, the electricity is not possible, the people will deprive from watching TV, movie and reading books and they will ultimately return to the age of 1800. Then the existing fossil fuel (natural fuel produced by decomposition of organic) will work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The agricultural system will be also destroyed, the new technologies will be halted due to fuel crisis and farmer can not produce enough crops to sustain people’s life. As a result more people will die of starvation. The situation will be havoc, to cope with such situation, we had to take step to improve the situation 50 years ago, and then it would have been quite better to cope with fuel crisis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It is indeed a serious issue to preserve the dwindling natural resources and if we do not think positively, it will devastate our society, and nation which are completely depended on fuel. The general people on the outskirt of the city (suburbs) will die untimely because of fuel shortage. The condition of poor nation will be perilous and the women and children’s mortality rate will increase and those who remain alive also suffer from bad health. But in the case of rich nation, it won’t be serious problem, they can afford their necessities and there will be the wider distinction between poor and rich people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Finally the writer recommends us the possible solution of the current fuel crisis in the world. He strongly suggests to preserve the natural resources though it is very late. The remaining natural resources will also make us relieve if we seriously ponder about it and do something for the sake of natural resources to tackle the fuel crisis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Q.1.  What kind of serious problems could fuel shortage cause?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans:&lt;/u&gt; In the essay “The Nightmare Life without Fuel”, Isaac Asimov has tried to foresee into future when human will have to suffer from extreme fuel crisis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The essayist is an American and has started the essay by mentioning the negative effects of fuel scarcity on American society. According to him, the American life will be changed into a nightmarish life. They will find themselves unable to keep private vehicles and have to travel in crowded public transport. The factories will stop production and they will have to rescue the metal parts from old and demolished buildings. Inside the house, they won’t be able to operate AC’s, heaters of refrigerators. Hardly any Americans will be able to lit lights after supper. In short, they will have to live inside their dark cold and cave like houses. The fuel shortage will put the human settlements in and end in suburbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The American government will have to overlook the personal interests of his citizen. They will only allow the railway to use the coal. The remaining energy will be used by agriculture sector. The car factories will start producing agricultural machines. This will grow the agricultural product in America. But the price of food will knowingly kept high. This will discourage the people to buy more food and allow the government to export them, as it will be the only source of national income.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The condition outside America will be more pathetic. There will be widespread starvation, as only one out five people will get sufficient food. About 80% people will suffer from hunger. Around 2 billion will have their brain permanently damaged. Human muscles and beasts of burden will replace the use of machines. They will have to work for longer hours with less leisure time and amusement. Even then, there won’t be any guarantee of food. In short, the whole human race will be doomed to languish in the hell like situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Q.2. What specific problem does Asimov focus on in this essay? Why does he consider this issue worth of attention?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans:&lt;/u&gt; Asimov focuses on the fuel crises in this essay. He considered this issue worth attention because the amount fossil fuel is limited .it couldn’t fulfill the insatiable human demands forever. But human beings   are using it ignoring its limitation. This trend might finish and might invite countless troubles for human being. It is also a considerable issue because the time has come when we must look for some alternatives of fossils fuel. If other alternatives   to produce energy are found in time, the human will be doomed to live a cursed life in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Q.3. According to the author, what will be the advantages and disadvantages of the fuel crisis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans:&lt;/u&gt; Quite surprisingly Isaac Asimov has counted some advantages of fuel crisis. He tells the fuel crisis will make the air cleaner. As the result less people will suffer from cold. Crime rate will come down. The police would be present in their beats and people will be able to walk on the streets in late nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;         However if we look at above advantage carefully, we will find they are actually the result of several disadvantages. The air will become pure not due to our inability to drive vehicles or run factories. So the air will become cleaner only at the cost of human comfort. Similarly, the crime rate will be found low because the police will be unable to patrol on the roads or reach crime scene. Thus they cannot keep record of crime due to fuel crisis. The American will be walking on streets in late nights because they will be compelled to do so. They won’t be able to afford vehicles even at the late nights or in time of emergency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;        There are several other disadvantages of fuel crisis too. It will force the human to give up the use of AC’s, heaters, and refrigerators. They will have to languish inside the dark, cold and cave like houses. They must need to work manually as they won’t be able to run machines .in short these disadvantages will force the human to live in a nightmarish hell-like situation.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Q.4. In Asimov’s essay what is happening in the rest of the world as America struggles without fuel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans:&lt;/u&gt; The situation outside America is worse as the people are dying out of hunger there. Only one of five people gets enough food. About 80% people outside America and Europe are compelled to live in hunger. The first victims of starvation are innocent children. They can hardly survive once their mothers become dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;               There are some who are getting only that much food which can move their bodies. But it cannot keep their mind feet and there are around 2 billion people whose brains are permanently damaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Q.5. What does the author means when he says,” the suburbs are born with auto lived with auto and are dying with auto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans:&lt;/u&gt; Asimov has imagined a nightmarish life, which can be turned into reality due to the fuel crisis in “The Nightmare without Fuel”. In the given line he has presented the dependency of America suburbanites on automobiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;          When the cities grew a lot of industries and factories were established in it. To run them they needed extra manpower. But there were not enough space to accommodate them all inside the cities. So these workers settled several kilometers away from the cities. They could do so because their life was supported by their automobiles. They could easily go to their work and come back home in time. Thus the automobiles helped the human to settle in suburbs. As the habitation grew the facilities also grew there. It attracted the rich and professionals to come and colonies were established and the suburbs developed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;             But all of the sudden the automobiles, the only medium that has linked them to cities, has stopped working. When the suburbanites cannot afford the price of fuel, they left driving cars and cannot reach office or do the shopping in time. They are cut with mainstream of America. Therefore, they are dying now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/feeds/4919658420646084565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5162938751061138645/4919658420646084565?isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/4919658420646084565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/4919658420646084565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/2011/10/magic-of-words-nightmare-life-without.html' title='Magic of Words - The Nightmare Life Without Fuel'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162938751061138645.post-7209128466493043180</id><published>2011-10-13T21:41:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:41:16.456+05:45</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Magic of Words"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Poplar Field"/><title type='text'>Magic of Words - The Poplar Field</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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 Cowper gave up his public career for a life of retirement in rural area
 and exclusively, devoted his later life in writing poetry. His love 
towards nature in rural life is also visible in the poem “The Poplar 
Field”, which is remarkable for his celebration for the rural and 
nostalgic tone.&lt;br /&gt;
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poem is a result of the poet’s second visit to the same landscape, which
 he had visited 12 years ago. It was the bank of river Ouse, which was 
filled with tall poplar trees. It provided shade to the poet. There used
 to blow cool breeze and the melodious song of black birds which had 
entertained the poet. But now the trees are cut and are fallen on the 
ground. It cannot provide shade to anyone nor there is cool breeze 
blowing. The black birds have flown away in search of new shelter and 
therefore, the poet cannot listen to their sweet songs anymore. By 
looking this degraded situation of the same landscape, the poet becomes 
very sad.&lt;br /&gt;
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poet thinks that limited years of his life are passing away very 
quickly. Very soon he will be dead and buried in a grave. But he regrets
 that he will not be able to see such poplar trees on the bank of the 
river Ouse again in his life. He not only regrets for himself but the 
pathetic one of nature also draws his attention towards the “Perishing 
Pleasure” of human. Life is very short and one must try to fill with joy
 and pleasure. But their bad luck is their joy and pleasure last for 
shorter time and for this they themselves are responsible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The poet strongly protests the sinful deeds against the natural resources in the poem. Basically, deforestation is really the great challenge in the world to sustain ecological balance. The poet sentimentally recalls that the cutting down poplar trees cause the adverse impact in human life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem is all about deforestation and destruction of the poplar fields in the bank of the Ouse River in England. That shows that human civilization is the curse for the protection of natural resources. The result of cutting down of the poplar trees, as poet recalls, the shade and the whispering sound of the row of trees are disappeared. The winds no longer play with the leaves of the trees and no reflection of the trees in the river water is seen. He says that he has missed everything in his twelve years of running life. He recalls that it was his favorite place to stay which gave him shade; but regrets that they are laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poet has deep-rooted sympathy upon other creatures in the trees such as blackbird that gets relieve from the hazel in the heat.  As the trees are cut, the blackbird has fled to another shelter. Likewise their melodious chirping tone and sweet booming (echoing) song that charmed the poet most has also be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poet again laments (regrets) that his fleeing (running) years are all in hurry that he couldn’t understand the value of trees and environment in his life. Now he is more conscious about the value of trees and says that he’ll soon die like the trees and the grass will grow on his chest and stone at his head in his grave and says that other trees will arise in that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poet finally says that the trees in the bank is the sight to engage him and considers that human pleasures and ecstasies are decaying. He states that we’re short-lived like the poplar trees but our enjoyments and happiness are less durable than our own lives.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/feeds/7209128466493043180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5162938751061138645/7209128466493043180?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/7209128466493043180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/7209128466493043180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/2011/10/magic-of-words-poplar-field.html' title='Magic of Words - The Poplar Field'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162938751061138645.post-6192527979878003865</id><published>2011-10-13T21:37:00.002+05:45</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:37:27.403+05:45</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Magic of Words"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Three Day Blow"/><title type='text'>Magic of Words - The Three Day Blow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;SUMMARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘The Three Day Blow’ is a dramatic story by the most influential author Ernest Hemingway (1899 – 1961). He had won the Nobel Prize in 1954 for his book “The Old Man and the Sea” (1952). Nick is the main character of the story. There is the other character named as Bill who was the sincere friend of Nick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain stopped as Nick walked into the road that went up through the orchard. But the fall wind was blowing. The road came to the orchard on to the top of the hill. There was a cottage which belongs to Bill and his father. Nick went to the cottage. Bill came out and welcomed him and let him inside the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Bill and Nick viewed the natural beauty. They talked about the weather and the blowing wind. Bill said that the wind would blow like that for three days. They went inside the cottage. They drank wine sitting by the fire. They talked about the games especially the baseball game, books, swimming, and their fathers. Once Nick fell in love with girl named Marge (Marjorie). They had planned to marry also but unfortunately their relationship broke down because of the bad attitude of her woman who disliked Nick and spread rumors that Nick had already got engaged. Perhaps they would never see each other again. Nostalgias made Nick sad and upset and felt isolated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      But again he thought that what had happened in the past might have been good. This feeling made him happy. Bill and Nick started to talk as previously. Carrying guns they went out for hunting delightfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What did Nick and Bill talk about?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans:&lt;/u&gt; Nick and Bill talked about four things: Baseball, Writers, Their Fathers and about Nick’s beloved. When they met at Bill’s house, they sat in front of fire and drank Irish Whisky. They started their conversation like any normal young men. They talked about their favorite game, which was baseball. But they were not satisfied with their team, Card, performed. Then they talked about their favorite novelist Walpole and Chesterton. Out of them the former was a better human whereas the latter was a better writer. They reconfirmed the age-old belief that one is remembered either for his work or for his behavior. After that they talked about their father. Nick’s father was a doctor, whereas Bill’s father was a painter. They both found their father better person. However, they also accepted that Nick’s father has missed a lot of things by not drinking wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The last topic they talked on was about the beloved of Nick, Marjorie. They had quarreled and busted up recently. The event had disturbed Nick mentally. In spite of Bill’s several attempts he was not able to forget her. During the talk he realized that there was possibility for their reunion. That realization made him feel better and filled a new energy in Nick. After that they went out for hunting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe the connection between mental ordeal of Nick and the title of the story.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans:&lt;/u&gt; There is a clear analogy between the tile “The Three Day Blow” and the mental ordeal Nick goes through. The movements start from his mental conflict, grow with suffering and culminate with a sense of reconciliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a storm comes, everything in nature is taken by surprise and before giving enough time a lot of damage is done. Similarly, Nick and Marjorie quarrel and before they can handle the situation, they get separated. It disturbs Nick mentally. On the second day of storm, when the leaves of the tree are blown away, it looks pathetic. The condition of Nick is also same. He suffers a lot due to his separation from Marjorie, who is blown away like a leaf in the storm from Nick’s life. The suffering goes as the time passes. On the third day, when the storm is over, there comes a new chance for new creation in the nature. Similarly, at the last of the story we find Nick hopeful about his reunion with his beloved. This sense gives him mental peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is presented in a sequence of approximately seven scenes. Can you find them?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans: &lt;/u&gt;The seven scenes excluding the opening and exposition could be as following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1: Nick and Bill meet outside the cottage of latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2: They sit near fire drinking and talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3: Nick brings a chunk through the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 4: They put the chunk on the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 5: Nick looks at the mirror while coming with water from kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 6: They again sit near fire, drink and talk about Marjorie (Nick’s Beloved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 7: They come out of cottage for hunting with their shotguns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Describe “The Three Day Blow” as a dramatic story.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans:&lt;/u&gt; “The Three Day Blow” can be called a dramatic story for a couple of reasons. They are the maximum of use of dialogues and the scenic division in the story. Actually the elements like plot, character, setting and theme are shared by other genres of literature as well. We can find the use of dialogues and actions are minimal in fictions. They rely on narrations most of the time. Therefore the story “The Three Day Blow” by Ernest Hemingway seems quite close to a drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/feeds/6192527979878003865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5162938751061138645/6192527979878003865?isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/6192527979878003865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/6192527979878003865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/2011/10/magic-of-words-three-day-blow.html' title='Magic of Words - The Three Day Blow'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162938751061138645.post-6370675197182907341</id><published>2011-10-13T21:33:00.002+05:45</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:34:10.042+05:45</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A Worn Path"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Magic of Words"/><title type='text'>Magic of Words - A Worn Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A black old woman named as Phoenix Jackson is the central character of the story. It was the month of December and she was walking slowly with a cane (stick). She covered her head with a red rag (torn-out cloth). She was speaking to herself as she was tapping her way; it is a kind of soliloquy (speaking oneself) in the story. She talked and addressed the wild animals, insects, birds, trees and bushes. She even addressed the fearful wild animal to go out from her way. As she crossed the pinewoods, she reached in the stream (river) and crossed the bridge and became over-confident that she had not become so much old and had plenty of energy inside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that she had taken a short rest. But in the same time, she visualized a flash of dream when a small boy offered her a cake.  She moved her hand in the air. She crossed the way by creeping under the barbed (cutting and pointed) wire. On the way she considered the scarecrow as a ghost and she shouted due to fear and drank water in the spout (tap). Meanwhile, a dog came to attack her and she started to run away but fell into the ditch and unable to come out from it. A white hunter came there and rescued her. She was so much thankful to him because of his unselfish help. She was excited and appreciated him. He had two dogs. They were began to fight and the man went to separate them, but at the same time, a nickel (five cent coin) fell on the ground from his pocket. She silently grabbed it. The white man requested the woman to go back to the home and dominated her as Granny, but the woman was constant in her determination. She did not like that man and his suggestion at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she arrived on the street of the city where she saw lights flashing everywhere and people were walking in the street with attractive gifts in their hands. On the meantime, her shoelace untied so she requested a lady to tie her shoelaces. The lady was a charming lady who helped her in a pleasant way and honored her as Grandma. Ultimately, she reached in a large building which was the big hospital. The nurse and the attendant started to talk with the woman, it seemed that they knew the woman very well. The nurse asked her about her grandson and his illness. But the mother didn’t know anything and forgot everything. She was looked like a wanderer. Finally the woman recalled that she had the grandson who was very sick. The nurse gave her a bottle of medicine. It was the cheerful time of Christmas, so the attendant gave her a nickel. The old woman was thinking to buy a paper wind-mill for her grandson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Describe phoenix Jackson and the journey she undertook to the town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans:&lt;/u&gt;
 Phoenix Jackson is the protagonist of the story. She is an 
Afro-American lady. The way she walks suggests that she is very old .She
 needs a cane to walk. Her long skirt made of sugar sack tells she must 
be very poor. Her skin is yellow and there are wrinkles on her face. But
 in spite of all these under privileges, she has a strong determination 
to continue the journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Phoenix Jackson makes 
biannual visit to Natchez to get a soothing medicine for her grandson, 
which she receives as charity. Having swallowed lye, he has suffered 
without healing for years. Phoenix Jackson has made such journey many 
times and her path seems to be a worn path now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The 
story opens on a chilly December morning. Phoenix Jackson is making her 
way to the town slowly but surely through the pine woods tapping her 
umbrella cane on the ground in front of her. Her shoes are untied. While
 she taps along she also warns the animals to keep out of her ways. When
 she crosses the wood up and down the hill, due to her poor eyesight, 
her skirt is caught in the thorns. But quite patiently she frees herself
 from thorns. After that she has to traverse (cross) a stream by walking
 on a narrow log. Then she takes rest under a tree. She dreams a boy 
bringing a slice of cake. She tries to grab but her hand is in air. She 
leaves the place and walks along the trial. In the way she finds a 
fence. As she could not climb over it, she crosses it by crawling under 
it like a baby. When she crosses the field, she mistakes a scarecrow as a
 ghost and when she finds that it is just a scarecrow she dances in joy.
 When she reaches the wagon track, she meets a black dog with a lolling 
tongue. She tries to hit that dog but the attempt knocks her off balance
 and she falls into a ditch. As she cannot come out of it by herself, 
she simply waits for someone to come to rescue her. Soon after a while a
 hunter comes and takes her out of the ditch. When she complains that a 
dog has knocked her down, the hunter goes to chase that dog away but in 
the process a nickel falls upon his pocket. Phoenix takes that coin. 
When hunter comes he points his gun on her and asks if she is afraid but
 he can’t scare her and gets so impressed that he desires to give her a 
dime in reward. He tries to discourage the lady to go to town but he 
cannot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;When she reaches town she finds it decorated in 
beautiful way as it is the Christmas time. Then she reaches the clinic, 
she forgets the reason that takes her there. But a nurse recognizes her 
and remembers her case and gives her the medicine after making normal 
enquiry. When she leaves, the attendant gives her a nickel as a 
Christmas gift after she comes out of the hospital. She finds she has 
got ten cents with her. She decides to buy a paper windmill for her 
grandson with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Trace the various obstacles old Phoenix comes up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans: &lt;/u&gt;There
 are numerous obstacles that old phoenix has to overcome between valley 
and wagon track. But she overcomes each of them with her strong will- 
power. First of all it is very cold day and she is very old. Her old age
 and the unfavorable weather are the first obstacles in her long journey
 but she ignores that with her indomitable spirit. Second, she has to 
walk through the woods up and down a hill which is haunted by wild 
animals. She keeps the animals away by poking her cane into bush. Next 
obstacle is a thorny bush, which catches her skirt. Quite patiently she 
frees herself from that thorny bush. &amp;nbsp;Another obstacle is to transverse a
 stream by a narrow log. She crosses it slowly by closing here eyes and 
holding her cane firmly in front of her. After that the fence comes in 
her way as she is very old she cannot cross it by climbing over it. She 
crawls under it like a baby. The last obstacle that comes before the 
wagon track is a Scarecrow. First she thinks it is a ghost but she finds
 it a scarecrow. &amp;nbsp;In this way she overcomes all the obstacles that come 
in her way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;What is the meaning of episode in which Phoenix steals the nickel? Does the act offend our sense of honesty? Explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans: &lt;/u&gt;When
 phoenix Jackson falls into a ditch &amp;nbsp;she wait for someone &amp;nbsp;to come and 
&amp;nbsp;rescue her after sometime &amp;nbsp;a hunter comes and helps &amp;nbsp;her to come out. 
She complains that she is knocked by the dog. The hunter goes to chase 
that dog. In the process a nickel falls from his pocket when she sees it
 she takes it stealthy at the same time the bird flies and it makes her 
think that the god is watching her. It shows that she confesses her sin 
to the god and her act is forgiven at once. We can say this because we 
see the hunter coming back and expressing his desire to reward the lady 
with a dime. It can be taken as an attempt of writer to make her realize
 that what she takes is only half of the award she is worthy of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Therefore the act of phoenix doesn’t offend our senses of 
honesty. Rather her pathetic condition arouses sympathy in our heart. It
 was Christmas time and she needs some gift for her grandson. Any person
 would do the same if s/he were in her place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;How does Phoenix describe her situation to the white man who helps her up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans:&lt;/u&gt;
 Phoenix describes that her situation is similar to a June bug. A June 
bug is an insect. When it is turned upside down, it cannot turn back to 
its normal position by itself. It needs help from someone to do so. If 
the people do not arrive in time, it will die. The situation of Phoenix 
Jackson is also same. She is too weak to come out of ditch by herself. 
Therefore, she simply waits for someone to come and lift her up from the
 ditch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Why is Phoenix taking the long trip to town?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans:&lt;/u&gt;
 Phoenix has only one relative left with her who is her grandson. Once 
he has swallowed a solution named lye. It damaged his throat and made it
 painful for him to drink or eat anything. According to doctors, it 
couldn’t be cured. However they gave a kind of soothing medicine, which 
could be used to soften his throat. The medicine helps him to eat and 
drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Phoenix is going to fetch the same medicine, which she gets free from a clinic in Natchez. She makes such visit twice a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;How does old Phoenix plan to do with the money she has got during the day? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans:
&lt;/u&gt; Phoenix Jackson plans to buy a paper windmill for her grandson. 
According to her it will be a good thing for him because the child has 
never seen such a wonderful thing in his life. It was also the Christmas
 time and it is a tradition to give gifts during this time to one’s near
 and dears. Since she has only one relative, she also decided to take a 
Christmas gift for him from the town. Besides, she has only ten cents 
and she cannot buy anything more valuable than a paper windmill with 
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;UNDERSTANDING AND SYNOPSIS OF ESSAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Speaking of Children’ is an essay written by Barbara Holland which shows&lt;br /&gt;the numerous problems of those parents who have got more than one child. One child is inevitable for all parents but more than one is a headache in various way and the essayist tires to address such kind of problems in this essay. The precious moment, happiness and the family bliss are somewhere lost when the parents have more than one child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having plural children are not only problematic to the parents only but for the children themselves because they are deprived from the fundamental and natural right and some are even deprived from the balance diet. For the sole desires, interest and happiness as well as privacy and peacefulness, many parents are facing critical problems. The parents should have to fulfill the each and every demands of the children and these all are almost impossible if thy have the plural children. Apart from that, having more than one child creates social, economic problems. The parents can manage good environment in the house if they have one child. You can brainwash the mind of the children. It may not create problem for you. But plural children nourish a counter-culture trend in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the essayist’s opinion, it’s very essential to a healthy marriage that the wife should manage some quiet private time to chat with the husband, preferably when he gets home from work. They need peace and privacy just for half an hour. But in such a private and peaceful moment also your children are disturbing you. Sometimes they quarrel, sometimes they break off something and sometimes they interrupt the peaceful conversation between the couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Problems of having more than a child in a family. One child is outnumbered and easy to manage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Plural children weaken the pleasure and peace in the family. The family life can be disturbed by the plural children and the situation can be very worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Mutual understanding, co-operation, love and harmony are almost impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The parents become tired and they can unable to control the family and destructive situation comes in final. The children make the house untidy and dirty, break things and produce unwanted noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The consequences of having plural children cause the adverse impact in the family. The family status decrease day by day regarding social, economic and cultural factors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;One child is appendage (addition, attachment) in a family. But more than one is the way of life or the adverse way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The peace and privacy in family is possible when the parents have one child, likewise the joy and jovial family life is there. The parents do not get an hour to talk separately.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;One child leads the parents to live in easy way but more than one makes them difficult to live with all their problems and difficulties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;One child is easy for upbringing, educating and feeding. The child grows up in the perfect environment and gets all the facilities or can live by his all child-right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The writer also addresses the child-spacing; at least two children are manageable in the family. But her serious concern is for a single child. The writer faces the serious problems in the family because of the plural children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The family expenditure rises highly if the parents have more than one child and the parents should face the economic crisis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Book Antiqua&#39;,serif; font-size: small; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look&amp;nbsp;at a Teacup&lt;/i&gt;,
 written by Patricia Hampl, is a complicated and quite motivating essay 
which shows the distinction between the traditional norms, notions and 
dogmas with the new ideology of modern world. There is generation gap 
between the old and new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The
 writer is the speaker of the essay who says that her mother had bought a
 teacup in 1939. The highly decorated but plain looking cup is the major
 concern of the essay. Numerous ideas are connected and concerned with 
the tea cup, so it is the memento of entire events of the past. The 
speaker gives the specific emphasis to the teacup and its elation to art
 and architecture of the Mid-Twentieth century. The writer further 
associates the tea cups with the historic events, esp. in the time of 
Hitler and during the Second World War.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then, the speaker 
praises the tea cup, its charm and pictures of flowers that are painted 
in the teacup. The every discussion between the speaker and her mother 
are concerned around the teacup, it is the focal point of their 
discussion.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As the writer’s mother was from 
Czechoslovakia, she bought the teacup in 1939, the same year she got 
married and the Second World War also began. The teacup reminds the 
mother as her own native country and the history of her native land. The
 outer and inner descriptions of teacup are highly praised by the 
writer. The teacup is considered as the golden one with its pale 
water-green colour. There is also a band of gold on the inner circle of 
the saucer (plate), It is shiny and there are thin bands of gold around 
the edges of the saucer and cup&amp;nbsp;on
 the borders of the cup and its saucer light sides of gold are outlines.
 The combination of colour and flower inside and outside the teacup are 
very attractive. The flowers inside the teacup are seemed as if it is 
live and animated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The
 essay gives the minute details about the tragedy caused by the war. 
When she describes the destructive war, she becomes sad and upset. They 
both have the contrasting opinion and ideas about the world and war. 
Apart from that they have also different opinion about the family and 
work. The daughter gives emphasis on work whereas the mother insists 
that the family is the most important thing in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The
 major subject they discuss in the essay is the issue of marriage. The 
mother has the conventional opinion about the marriage but the speaker 
disagrees from her opinion. The mother often worries about the marriage 
of her daughter but the daughter shows reluctance about the marriage and
 stand firmly in the statement. The speaker might have detested the 
marriage as she had seen the forceful love attempts between her father 
and mother. The speaker once found her father pulled her mother’s back 
and hugged her and kissed her forcefully in the kitchen. The event 
detests her from the marriage. She wants the mutual understanding in 
marriage, but such type of unusual, self-centered and inappropriate 
steps form strong hate on the tradition form of marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;When
 the mother got married, the condition of the entire Europe was 
devastating. Firing, bombing and mass killing made her fearful that she 
would die. She escaped from her home country as it was destroyed by the 
war; likewise the factory of teacup was also destroyed. Everything 
destroyed by the Second World War but the tiny teacup she bought in the 
year of her marriage was remained unbroken. The sky becomes cloudy from 
smoke of fire of bombs. So the teacup is the unchared (not burned) 
finger from the mid-century bonfire.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The
 essay also shows the relation between the men and women. The women 
during the Second World War were maltreated and highly dominated. The 
writer said that the roses were fallen from the sky to destroy the life 
of women. Roses were thrown as bomb to women; it means the condition and
 plight of women were very low and miserable. The essay here shows the 
contradiction between the old traditions as represented by mother and 
the modern value and thinking as represented by the speaker (daughter). 
The opinion and beliefs on women have been drastically (radically, 
severely) changed nowadays and they are treated as equal to men in most 
part of the world.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;This
 essay even claims that the writing can be the way of finding various 
details and perspective of people, discovering implication in apparently
 minor events, and of making associations between seemingly disparate 
(unequal) elements. The mother has escaped the magnitude of history by 
retreating (withdrawing, moving back) into pragmatism (practicality, 
common sense, way of thinking result and way of evaluating theories). 
But Hampl has the positive ideas to escape history by fighting it. She 
slightly refuses to carry on old traditions like marrying and bearing 
children. There is the contrast between the old tradition and the new 
generation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe the teacup and saucer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans:&lt;/u&gt; The teacup and saucers 
were brought by Patricia Hampl’s mother in 1939. The cups were made in 
Czechoslovakia and each has a stamp ‘Czechoslovakia’ on the bottom. Each
 cup was made of finest china clay. The cup is water green in colour, 
which the essayist tells is even hard imagine. There are golden lines on
 cups’ edges on base and on the edges and inner circle of the saucer. 
There isn’t any other decoration outside the cups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;But the inner 
decorations make the cups special and supreme example of Czech art. 
There are flowers falling inside the cup. Those flowers do not seem 
pasted. They appear as if someone has shaken a bundle of flower and all 
the flowers are cut in motion. No two flowers are of same kind or 
colour. Neither any two of them are falling from same altitude. There is
 a golden circle inside the cups, which shine beneath the falling 
flowers. In short the cups and saucers are extremely beautiful, delicate
 and definite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mention the difference between the mother and the daughter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans:&lt;/u&gt;
 Patricia Hampl and her daughter are different in their ideas. For 
mother “family” is most important thing in the life of a woman. It is a 
place where she can find food, shelter, protection and love. These 
things include every need of women in a traditional patriarchal society.
 To start a family, one must marry, which is a sacred in situation of 
her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Patricia Hampl is a modern feminist so she is aware about the
 pathetic condition of a woman in the society. She thinks to rescue 
women from that condition. Work should be considered as the most 
important thing. Work can make them independent, whereas family makes 
them dependent. Unlike her mother, she doesn’t have any regard for the 
age old, norms, value and tradition. She regards marriage a tragic end. 
It is bond in which only a woman loses her individuality. She is aware 
how the woman of her mother’s generation fell on beds paired with their 
husband and couldn’t stand again in their lives. Therefore she has 
refused to fall. She doesn’t think marriage was important in her 
mother’s time as well. According to her, the only benefit they got was a
 license to set physical relation, but she thinks one does not 
necessarily need to marry to establish physical relations. One can have 
sexual satisfaction before marriage as well and the marriage must not be
 taken as a license for sexual gratification.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The mother is 
introvert and in shy even to express her love for her husband. She is 
submissive in nature and always suppresses her wishes. It was not only 
the case of essayist’s mother but of every woman of that generation. To 
prove that she has recalled an event when her mother was assigned to 
write an essay on Hitler at high school, although nobody in the class 
liked that. They completed an assignment without any complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The
 mother like all traditional women kills her valuable time in thinking 
about minor things but the daughter is bold enough to express her idea 
and fulfill her wishes. Unlike the traditional women of her mother’s 
time, she doesn’t want to kill her time in nonsense gossips. In fact 
through this essay, she appeals every woman to come out of their usual 
role and uplift their status themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Explain the cup is a detail, a small uncharred finger from the mid century bonfire.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ans:&lt;/u&gt;
 &amp;nbsp;The mid century bonfire is the reference to the Second World War. It 
was the most devastating war that the human civilization had ever seen. 
About 55 million people were killed besides living many more million 
homeless, crippled and wounded. Almost all the countries of Europe had 
to bear unprecedented loss of life and property in the awful fire of 
war. One of such countries, which burnt in the conflagration of war, was
 Czechoslovakia. Patricia Hampl has a set of teacup, which was made in 
Czechoslovakia safe with her. She considered it is a part of 
Czechoslovakia since the country itself was burnt in fire of World War 
II. She regards it an uncharred finger. It is not only the concrete 
example superior Czech art but also reminds us the destruction of the 
Second World War, the falling bodies soldiers, falling bombs, crumbling 
countries. Thus she thinks it a detail, which could provide enough 
information to rewrite the history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The
 poet says that his heart leaps up when he sees a rainbow in the sky. It
 was the beginning of his life, and now he’s well grown up. He knows 
that he will grow old and finally die, too. As the child (past) is 
father (future) of the man (present), the poet wishes his days to be 
bound to each period (past, present and future) by natural piety, that 
is, natural blessing of divinely power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The
 distinction of Wordsworth lies in the fact that to him Nature was not 
mere physical loneliness, but a revelation of God. He worshiped nature. 
He saw in all natural objects the indwelling spirit of Supreme Being. To
 him he varied forms and phenomena were nothing but manifestation of the
 divine.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He realized that to love nature is to Man who is 
part and parcel of the nature. Nature is the great teacher and healer. 
In the first two line of the poem, the poet feels his heart leaps up at 
the sight of a rainbow in the sky. The nature has produced a good effect
 on the poetic mind of Wordsworth. The poet has been turned to the 
skepticism of life because of the spectrum of the rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;In
 the third, fourth and fifth lines, he has found natural continuation of
 life – child, man and old man. In the fifth line, there is speculation 
(guess) of the break in the continuation. Death is inevitable to end the
 beautiful period of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The
 seventh line is basically the main theme of the poem. The widely 
accepted proverb, “The Child is the Father of Man” has to tell us a lot.
 It says that the present is the outcome of the past. So naturally the 
future will be the outcome of the past. The last two lines conclude the 
argument. The poet, therefore, concludes wishing that his days should be
 bound to each period of life by natural way with divinely pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Explain the paradox in “The child is the father of the man”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;A 
paradox is a statement that seems to be absurd on contradictory but is 
or may be true. Generally we think the man is the father of the child 
because father is the source from which something originates. We know 
that the role of man is instrumental behind the birth of the child. A 
child can never produce a man, therefore the statement; “the child is 
the father of the man” is a paradoxical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;However the poet does not
 mean that a child can biologically produce a grown up man by the above 
statement he has expressed his opinion about the natural growth of a 
human being in which a child always develops into man. A man can never 
transform into child, child posses a seed like quality a seed develops 
into an autonomous tree and bears flowers and a fruit according to the 
seed similarly the man also inherits all the characteristics from its 
childhood a kind child manifests cruelty in its manhood. Thus, it can be
 said that “the child is the father of the man”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;The statement 
also means present is the outcome of past the statement assured the poet
 about the continuity of the time and natural beauty. According to which
 if the rainbow is as beautiful as it was in the past, it will certainly
 remain equally beautiful in future too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/feeds/4527581034338014804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5162938751061138645/4527581034338014804?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/4527581034338014804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/4527581034338014804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/2011/10/magic-of-words-my-heart-leaps-up-when-i.html' title='Magic of Words - My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162938751061138645.post-2075358162533486860</id><published>2011-09-22T15:17:00.000+05:45</published><updated>2012-02-11T18:47:18.884+05:45</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heritage of Words"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I Have a Dream"/><title type='text'>Heritage of Words - I Have a Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;,sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;13. I Have a Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;I Have a Dream&lt;/i&gt; is
one of the best, powerful, and unforgettable speech delivered by Martin Luther
King Jr., who is one of the most influential personalities of the 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;
Century and the leader of the Black Civil Right’s Movement. This speech was
delivered in the centenary (100 years) celebration of the Emancipation
Proclamation on August 28, 1963 at Lincoln Memorial in &lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Washington&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;D.C.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;
in front of 200 thousand people, both Black and Whites. Apparently, the crowd
was gathered to celebrate/mark the hundred years of emancipation of the Blacks.
However, in reality they had gathered to unite and revive the rights of the
Blacks stated by the American Constitution.&amp;nbsp;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The speech creates the significant light of hope among
millions of Blacks. He says that there is racial discrimination, separation and
injustice among the black and white American people. The blacks are
marginalized and dominated by the whites. They are put in the chain of
discrimination segregation. They are considered as second class people.
However, the American Constitution has stated rights to the Black: they are
exiled in their own land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;King Jr. brings the reference of the past and points out
that the Emancipation Proclamation had brought a great hope for millions of
Blacks. It heralded (new beginning) the end of 250 years and more of Black
slavery. But 100 years later, &lt;st1:country-region w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;
had failed to keep the promise and the promissory note turned out to be a bad &lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot;&gt;cheque&lt;/span&gt;. It was evident from
the conditions of the Blacks that had remained unchanged. No, just the
Emancipation Proclamation, the American constitution and the Independence
Declaration had both failed to pay the promises of equality, happiness and
liberty. Blacks were deprived of all Civil Rights and opportunities. They have
been facing racial discrimination and injustice everywhere in &lt;st1:country-region w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. They
were still dominated in the different opportunities by the Whites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;King Jr. uses the analogy of the bad cheque to describe
these two historic documents. King Martin refuses to believe that the vault of
justice in &lt;st1:country-region w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;
is bankrupt. He asserts that the blacks have gathered to cash the cheque (i.e.
the emancipation proclamation) that &lt;st1:country-region w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; had granted them. He
further reminds that Blacks would no longer wait for gradualism (a policy of
gradual change in society).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;King Jr. emphasizes on the urgency to achieve to achieve
their Civil Rights ‘now’. In order to achieve the Black Civil Rights, King
appeals to his fellowmen to unite for the struggle to revive the Blacks’
rights. He requested all the people to fight for the rights in a disciplined
way rather than destructive way. He further appeals to the entire crowd to go
back to their states and continue the struggle raising awareness amongst all and
ringing the bell of freedom from every corner of &lt;st1:country-region w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. At the end, he shares his
dreams, his concrete goals with all fellowmen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;1.&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Implementation
of constitution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;2.&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Removal
of racial discrimination, developing feelings of brotherhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;3.&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Man
to be judged by his character and not by colour, and abolition of segregation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;4.&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Laws
and liberty for all the Blacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He uses a musical analogy to express his aspiration, “We
will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation in to a beautiful
symphony of brotherhood”. His repetition of lines “I have a dream……go back
to……Let freedom ring…..now…..etc express the intensity of his feelings and faith
on the civil rights movement of Blacks.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/feeds/2075358162533486860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5162938751061138645/2075358162533486860?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/2075358162533486860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162938751061138645/posts/default/2075358162533486860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bvs11.blogspot.com/2011/09/heritage-of-words-i-have-dream.html' title='Heritage of Words - I Have a Dream'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162938751061138645.post-8336463227198516104</id><published>2011-09-22T15:08:00.003+05:45</published><updated>2011-09-22T15:08:27.228+05:45</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heritage of Words"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Last Voyage of the Ghost Ship"/><title type='text'>Heritage of Words - The Last Voyage of the Ghost Ship</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;10. The Last Voyage of the Ghost Ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;The Last Voyage of the
Ghost Ship &lt;/i&gt;is an interesting story written by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. In
the story, the writer describes the growth of an ordinary boy (the narrator) to
an assertive man. The writer here wants to prove that one can not be great in
life without courage and determination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;According to the story, a small boy saw a ghost ship in the
sea at night in the month of March. The ship was quite big and wonderful. It
had no sound and light. It was moving without any control. The surprising thing
was that it would disappear when there was light and would appear when there
was no light. The boy was surprised with the ship but he thought he might have
seen it in the dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The boy saw the same ship in the next March and told his
mother about it. She didn’t believe him. She said that his mind was rotting.
However, she had to send a boatman to confirm whether it was the ship or not.
The boatman saw nothing except some fish playing in the water. She became sad
and worried about her son. One day, she bought a chair and began to see the sea
sitting on it. She remembered her dead husband. She became excited and died.
Other four women also died so it was a accursed chair. Finally, the chair was
thrown into the sea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The boy became orphan and he didn’t want to live with
anyone’s mercy. As an orphan he lived on stealing fish. He was all alone.
Villagers did not help him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In the next March again he saw the same ship and talked to
the villagers about it. The villagers also thought him to be mad and he was
severely beaten. Then, he decided not to talk anyone about it but he tried to
show who he was. In the next year, he saw the same ship and followed it rowing
a boat. When the light of lighthouse fell upon it, it disappeared and the boy
fell in problem. He lit a lantern and saw the ship again. He rowed his boat
near to the ship and brought it under control. He found nobody in the ship and
brought it at the harbor near his village. He called the villagers and the
villager’s were surprised at seeing the ship larger than the village. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Thus, the boy proved himself to be an assertive Youngman. He
showed the villagers who he was. It means that if a person works hard to
develop his career without losing patience, he can certainly get success in his
life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The story describes the growth of an ordinary boy to an
assertive young man. It presents the boy’s inner journey from the innocence to
experience and how he gains manhood. The ships stand for the child’s
imagination and his encounter with the ship many times indicates his growing
vision which finally makes him a strong man with strong voice and confidence.
In fact, this story brings out the child’s inner consciousness. The whole story
is a psychological study which describes the boy’s attainment of maturity.
Thus, the story deals with the mental growth of the child in proportion with
his physical growth. Both the growth combined makes him confident about what he
says and does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;9. A Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;A story&lt;/i&gt; is a sort
story by Dylan Thomas. The story humorously presents the adult’s world from a
boy’s perspective (point of view).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;A story&lt;/i&gt; is all
about a day’s outing by a small boy made with his uncle and his friends, by
Charabanc to Porthcawl where they never reached. The boy was staying with his
uncle and aunt. There was a great contrast between his uncle and aunt. His
uncle was a huge man who used to fill every inch of the hot little house like an
old buffalo squeezed into an airing cupboard but on the other hand his aunt
whom he prefers to say his uncle’s wife, was small, quiet, and efficient and
was like a mouse. She walked quietly like a mouse and got all her work done.
The uncle was very big and trumpeting and ate greedily, littering his
waistcoat. The aunt was so small that she could hit the uncle on his head only
if his uncle lifted her onto a chair and on his arms. The argument between them
was quiet common and comic to the boy. Despite the quarrel, the love existed
between them. His aunt didn’t like the outing. When they talked about outing
she used to be angry. She threatened her husband that she would go to her
mother’s house if he went on the outing. However, he did not care for it
because it was not new for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;His uncle and his uncle’s friend used to make an annual
all-male outing. That particular year Mr. Benjamin Franklyn was a treasurer who
was watched and followed every time by Will Sentry. Will Sentry followed him
because he didn’t feel the outing fund safe with Franklyn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The narrator got a chance to go for the outing with his
uncle and his friends who were all noisy, filthy, vulgar, dirty, and drunkards
and full of strange behaviors. It was a beautiful August morning as the thirty
odd men set out for the trip to Porthcawl missing Old O. Jones behind. The trip
was delayed as they drove back to pick old O. Jones. Again Mr. &lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;&quot;&gt;Weazley&lt;/span&gt; cried, “I left my
teeth” and asked them to go home to take his teeth. However, they did not
return saying that his teeth were not necessary in the journey. As they reached
the first inn, the Mountain Sheep, they stopped the Charbanc and went inside
leaving the boy outside to watch the Charbanc. The master of the public house
welcomed them as the wolf welcomes the sheep. Everyone was drunk inside. The
boy found them behaving worse than animals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In the inn, they continued noise and argued each other. The
boy had nothing to do so he chased the cows with stone. They, then, left the
inn. Then they stopped at different pub houses on the way and were completely
pickled. On the way they reached near a river. They liked the cool water of the
river. In the river, some of them slipped the stone. It was a better place than
Porthcawl. All of them were there and they were drunk. They didn’t have any
idea how the world was going on. It was evening. They cancelled the trip to
Porthcawl and returned towards home. On the way home, Mr. Weazley coughed and
they stopped the Charbanc and drank the remaining cases of beers making a
circle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In fact, the purpose of the outing was to drink and making
merry without the care of the world. Therefore, they stopped at every inn and
public house until, by dusk, all the men were pickled. Some were shouting, some
laughing, splashing in the water and dancing. None cared for food except Mr. O.
Jones. They never reached their destination as everybody decided to stop at an
open space for more drinks and merrymaking. The narrator, the small boy, was
tired and hungry who fell asleep under his uncle’s waistcoat. The moon was
already up. Thus, the story ends abruptly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;God’s Grandeur is a
short religious poem composed by G.M. Hopkins. In this poem, the poet praises
the greatness and glory of God in the world. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;G.M. Hopkins believes
in the existence of God in the world. He says that God is everywhere. The glory
and greatness or magnificence of the god is manifested in everything and
everywhere. The poet says that the world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It flames out like shining from gold tinsel (shook foil) and oozes from the
crushed seeds. The God is omnipresent and yet human beings ignore and deny the
presence of god’s greatness. Many generations have passed through this world.
The poet says, “Generations have trod, have trod, have trod…” which shows the
ignorance of human beings towards God. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;The poet presents
the miserable state of the world and nature. In the running after money, man
toils and suffers miseries and unhappiness. However, human beings are living
after money and artificiality. Though modern human beings are living in the
well equipped world, they are still not satisfied. Their unlimited desires are
leading them towards endless destination. A man’s life has become a tale of
sorrow and unhappiness because in this material world he finds no peace and
contentment (satisfaction). The real peace is in God’s arms. Human beings are
busy in trade and material world so they are in the world of miseries and
dissatisfaction. They cannot understand the greatness of God and they do not
pay attention to the command of God. Everything is affected by human activities.
Man is regardless to the soil and the Nature. Man is running away from nature
towards the material world. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Nature is never
spent. The God blesses everybody with bountiful nature and his greatness, which
is evident from the gifts of God. Though humans are destroying nature, it is never
spent. The dearest freshness lies in the deep down the Nature. The poet is aesthetically
inspired by the grandeur of nature too. Nature is always fresh and new. For
sometimes the nature may be bare, but that bareness is soon recovered with the
greatness of God. The darkness prevails but the next morning a new brightness
arises from the east. Irrespective of men’s behaviors, the God blesses man with
life enhancing gifts of the dawn and dusk, the sun, the moon, the fertile land
and bountiful nature. God has provided us warmth and love of his breast and
wings. The God is always kind for the world and all the creatures. &lt;st1:city w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Hopkins&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; presents us with
an inspired vision of the beauty of nature infused with the glory of God. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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