Amalia

Karishma Gandhi of 11-E took part in the Taaleem Poetry Competition, 2014. She composed a resplendent poem  titled "Amalia" revolving around the theme 'Metamorphosis'.

Through cracked windows her form could be seen,
A skinny teenage girl scrubbing floors for money.
Hair damp in a bun, hands worn with mud,
Clothes in tatters, covered to the top with dust.
But there was a gleam in her no weather could kill,

A gleam that shone in her eyes of such professional skill.

 

The ringmaster calls, she stands upright,
The time has come, her gleam glows bright.
It engulfs her form and spreads her wings out wide,
The rush fills her veins, see her fly!
She walks out a different person,
Just for a while, her name is not her own.
With glittering eyes and hair done up,
Now she is Amalia the star of the show.
The stage her home, the audience parts of her soul.
Watch her leap to her thick supporters; the ropes.
Watch her fly in grace, what a sight!
As within her the gleam ignites,
It encompasses each being present, watching,
It shows them unadulterated, pure raw feeling.

The beat drops at its point,
Dead silence descends as she falls from up high,
See her glide among the colored swirls,
Weightless and fluid as she swings and curves,
Watch her passion flowing through the ropes,
Mesmerizing and Enchanting with every twist and turn.
Now she lands once again.
Folding her wings, taking in the fame,
Marking her place in beating hearts,
As Amalia, the Queen of  Circus Dance.

 

The judge's critique of Karishma's poem were as follows;

 

"Karishma’s poem contains a lovely story, well told. The theme of metamorphosis is well supported in the two completely different ‘lives’ of Amalia. Our first vision of the ‘skinny teenage girl scrubbing floors’ evokes sympathy, and then the direct voice to the reader to ‘see her fly’ and ‘watch her leap!’ commands our attention and respect as we see the freedom, grace and beauty of the performer.

 

The long first stanza mirrors the tension and pace of the action. Then the break and the ambiguity of ‘dead silence descends as she falls from up high’ suggests a possible disaster or return to her old life/reality followed by the relief as she lands safely, the ‘Queen of Circus Dance’.

 

There is a great deal of merit in this poem, Karishma. The more I read it, the more I like it. Well done"

 

The Mist

Tania Aravind of 11-E personifies an atmospheric element in her poem, "The Mist"...

It was amongst leaves whispering

That I took in the image of her fearful being

She glowered down at me and I felt my knees

Violently shake like waves crashing down on the still sea

 

Many a time I tried crossing paths with her

But hurriedly paced back for she was my fear

Many a time I beat my fist against my breast

For I kept failing my one test

 

One day I steeled my nerves

And stood before my life's curse

I intended to face her now

Stand straight and tall until before me she'd bow

 

I glared into her fearful face

And went right through her while myself I did brace

Stopped in surprise when I noted that she didn't resist

And then smiled for I realized that she was the mist.

 

 

An Alternate Version Of 'Missed' By P.G Wodehouse

  Here's a grim version of P.G. Wodehouse's light hearted poem 'Missed' penned by Vinaya Mary Prinse of grade 12-A.

You can view the original version by clicking the link below...

http://allpoetry.com/poem/8573249-Missed-by-P-G-Wodehouse

 

 

The clouds in the heavens were despondent

The air bore a stench of compost

My flannels were soiled and grimy

My heart was sorrowful and frustrated

The ladies, all heavily dressed,

Sat round looking on at ‘the match’,

In the tree tops, the birds chanted

‘You will be the victim of a star-crossed Friday’

 

My disruption the ill fated Friday

Had enticed me from the game- which was erroneous

The bee (that infuriating chronic hummer)

Was buzzing a chant

‘You will be the victim of a star-crossed Friday’

I was cursing that doomed day

When, ah, horror! There soared through the air an

Unbelievably possible catch

 

I heard in a stupor the bowler

Emit a self satisfied ‘Ah!’

The little boys who sat on the roller

Set up an expectant ‘Hurrah!’

The batsman with anguish from the wicket

Himself had begun to detach-

And I whimpered and moaned.

My life was over!

I had missed the easiest catch

I became the victim of a star-crossed Friday

 

O, ne’er, if I live to a million,

Shall I feel such a terrible pang

By the handful my hair

I tore with a wrench from my thatch

And my heart came to a halt

At the contemplation that I had missed that cursed catch

 

Ah, the bowler’s low, querulous mutter

Points loud, sorrowful day!

Oh, what a grave transgression!

My life is forlorn! My future will be dejected!

There is no reason for my very existence

I became the victim of a star-crossed Friday

I had missed the easiest catch!

 

Eshley's Headaches

Savia Rodrigues of 11 A modifies the story 'The Stalled Ox' by changing the nature of relationship between Theophil Eshley and Adela Pingsford...

　

　

Thirty-eight year old Theophil Eshley placed his head firmly on his hands. The man, employed as the President of the Art Department of the London National Museum, was soaring financially. However, the only thing soaring at the moment was an upcoming migraine. Not only was he missing his precious Penelope’s Inter School Meet (she was an athletic prodigy, after all), but his wife, Adie, had been in a sour mood all morning. Eshley had also received news that a fine piece of art, worth ₤500,000, had been stolen the previous afternoon. To add to the ever growing list, he had burnt his toast that morning, too. The assistant brought in his third coffee of the day – creamy, with two cubes of sugar and a pinch of salt, just the way his mum made it.

Poor kid, thought Eshley, as he saw the assistant scuttering around, probing through various files. However, the feeling of pity was soon swept away but yet another wave of cephalalgia. He remembered the last time he had suffered such splitting head-aches.

　Contrary to popular belief, school days had decisively been the worst days for Eshley. With freckles, a toothy grin, and an awkward personality to boot, thirteen year old Theophil had been the Aunt Sally of his school. Even though he had academically been an over-achiever, his social status had not exactly been at the top of the charts. Furthermore, his unruly red hair and significantly large feet (which he had now grown into), had been subjects of great ridicule. His small stature also served as a strong bully magnet. Samuel "Sammy" Johnson was a tall, thick-set fifteen year old with unkempt blond hair and brown eyes. A significant chunk of the student body eschewed him, but none abhorred him as much as Theophil did. In his eyes, Samuel was a perfectly wrapped package sent straight from Your Nightmares Come True™. Badgering Theo into doing his homework for him seemed to be his favourite pastime. Samuel had a way of making Theo feel like scum, like there was no other form of life as inferior as Theo himself. Theophil had contemplated notifying the matter to his parents, but had then decided against it. He had known that his parents would have reported it to the institution’s zenithal authorities, and before long, everyone in school would have known what a namby-pamby he was. Theophil’s evenings always consisted of an entrée of excruciating, mind-numbing headaches, with the fear of Samuel-related nightmares for dessert.

　

The only ray of sunshine in his school life had been Adela Julianne Pingsford. Her acerbic humour had attracted him to her from the very beginning. Her incandescent auburn hair and blazing cerulean eyes never failed to turn heads, and were the center of attention wherever she went. Eshley also remembered the day they got married. What a cheerful day it had been! Now, was it on the 14th or the 16th of June?

　

　

Eshley’s trail of thoughts came to a screeching halt. Of course, he thought, the 15th of June, their wedding anniversary. Unfortunately for Eshley, that day just happened to be today. No wonder Adie had been so indignant this morning. He had to concoct something ingenious, or she would wring his head like a chicken the moment he stepped into the house. Well, a nice dinner would be charming, thought Eshley. He immediately paged his assistant to make reservations for two in that extravagant Turkish restaurant just round the corner.

　

"Oh, and Sammy, a steaming mug of coffee would be nice. How about a full cream –"

"– with two cubes of sugar, and a pinch of salt", replied the all-too-familiar voice.

　

　

　

Freedom: Through The Looking Glass

Through her Symposium article, Maryam Mohammed explains the value of 'freedom' as portrayed in various literary works...

No other topic of a universal value has had its share of ink flowing across so many centuries relentlessly as freedom. Perhaps, except for love; but then freedom and love (of it and otherwise) are not exclusive of each other keeping in mind the doubtable nature of stating ‘love’ as a universal value.

I begin divulging about freedom frequenting magnum opus of literature works by quoting The New Hampshire state motto: ‘Live free or die’. But what does it mean to be free? Common Wealth Writers First Book prize winning book, White Teeth by Zadie Smith goes about freedom boldly interlacing it with many subsidiary issues. One of the main first generation character Samad Iqbal is shown to face the music of his everyday unrooted life in a foreign land trying to find a common ground between his inner convictions of what freedom is and his actual war of a life. Being an educated man (even a scientist!) his inner sense of security which keeps him going on waiting tables as a bus boy(result of being an one-armed war soldier/hero/derelict relic) Is his complete confidence and absolute surety of what he wants from life. No matter if he messes up the ‘how’ if he’s got the ‘what’- True, unadulterated freedom. Freedom from dogma, from analgesic tradition, from the trends- all of it. Pure freedom; something philosophic not so much in theory as much as in practice. Paradoxically his wife Alasna has a total different take on freedom. Her definition is more towards the fundamental. Towards the roots. Freedom to her is in the sky and the earth. Freedom from that feeling that there’s an unpredicted- yet impending doom for sure; yet uncertain when. Freedom from the necessity to hold our lives lightly as she had to in her time in Bangladesh; her birth country (where hurricanes and untimely torrents of rain are no surprise- millions die so!) This quixotic equation made the real base work for her demand of freedom. Freedom to Alasna was what her life’s initial years hadn’t held: Certainty from God’s idea of a really good wheeze. To be sure as much as a person can be in this life-This was freedom to her.

The next literary work I choose is Jack Kerouac’s classic ‘On the Road’. The largely autobiographical novel is a defining work of the Beat generation; votaries of freedom with the novel’s protagonist’s living life against the backdrop of jazz, poetry and drug use. Freedom to this distinctive generation is seen through the wild and maverick life of Dean Moriarty-adventurous with a devil may care attitude, free-spirited and non- conventional by choice and consequently by circumstances. Life to them must be lived according to the stitch work of freedom; which entails fierce personal quest for meaning and belonging. In an era and a point in American History where conformity was encouraged and outsiders held suspect these Beatniks held intense internal and external conflict hand in hand with feverish production of answers to a single question: ‘How are we to live?’ The book is narrated by Salvatore ‘Sal’ Paradise (alter ego of the author) one of the two main characters of the book; the other being Dean who serves as an inspiration and catalyst for Sal’s travels. Amidst contradiction and conflict these friends set out on adventures so epic in nature; the text itself creating tremendous sense of faith in the belief of what is freedom to them. Kerouac shows how the very virtue of freedom is intoxicating.

The last piece of literature this article will elucidate for its stance(s) on freedom is the much acclaimed ‘A Thousand Splendid Suns’ by Khaled Hosseini. There are many vivid scenarios to be found in the novel relating to freedom as freedom is also one of the integral themes of the book. Mariam, a harami by birth seeks freedom in her conceptualisation of human interactions. To her love is freedom (reiterating love and freedom aren’t mutually exclusive). Her entry into the world as an illegitimate, unintended child of a lowly villager-a regrettable accident plays a great role for her want of freedom- Freedom from the stigma of being illegitimate, freedom from the fact of being unwanted, from her harsh mother and an insincere, pretentious father who serves a blow to her love of him by betraying her. Married to Raheed at 15 she yet searches for love: perhaps as a return for her continual self-denial, dutiful and sacrificing existence, for her literal ‘service’ to him only to be disappointed. Two decades later she finds freedom in a friendship with a local teenager which soon fosters into a mother daughter relationship. Her want of freedom seems immense until we see that when this want is met it’s only exceeded by her appreciation and preservation of it. Something that becomes her undoing; with courageous heroism to save Laila: the woman she loved and was loved back by completely and irrevocably she returns this gift of love with her own life leaving the world (once solitary and pitiable) as a friend, companion, guardian, mother and more than anything else as a person of consequence.

I conclude by quoting Seneca ‘Show me a man who isn’t a slave’. The truth of this statement can be found in all the studied three cases. Despite differences in their definition of freedom all the chosen characters (above) became in a manner or so a slave to that desire of wanting their conceptualised freedom. It seems apt to quote Voltaire here ‘Man is free at the moment he wishes to be’. Yet, what is constant throughout is the faith freedom gives to people, just the thought. Its idea is sweet with the unspoken yet promised fulfilment. All characters sought solace in freedom and that alone is enough for freedom: that the very idea has generated unprecedented amount of support.

"If my mind can conceive it, and my heart can believe it - then I can achieve it." Muhammad Ali

　

Leadership

In this article, Fatema Shabbir expresses her views on the quality of 'leadership' as seen in the book "The Alchemist"...

In the wise words of John F Kennedy "Leadership and learning are indispensable to each other."

"The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho analyses leadership from a different angle. The conventional meaning of leadership is ‘the action of leading a group of people or an organization’.

Coelho challenges this popular belief by depicting throughout the book that every ordinary individual is a leader when he/she follows his or her heart. In other words, we are leading ourselves everyday in the journey of life when we listen to our heart and do what we truly believe intrinsically is the right thing to do.

The young boy of the novel was not an influential person, rather he was just a simple shepherd yet he became the hero in his life when he learned the language of the universe and reciprocated using the language of his heart. He says, "I am learning the language of the world, and everything in the world is beginning to make sense to me...even the flight of the hawks".

Santiago learns to lead himself by seeking inspiration from the wise king, gaining survival strength from the merchant, reading between the lines with the Englishman, experiencing excellence travelling with the alchemist and above all acknowledging the omens of destiny. We all aspire to be leaders, let me relate it to the thrill of anticipation we feel when the prefectural body is announced in school. However, we need not be chosen as leaders to lead for the Almighty has already made us masters of our own lives and the test of leadership is to lead ourselves on the right path for personal and community development. In the wise words of the alchemist, "Your heart is alive, listen to it". Indeed leadership has meant a lot to me but "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho has introduced a new horizon, compelling me to think about leadership from a different perspective.

Universal Values In 'A Thousand Splendid Suns'

Another article from the Symposium wherein Samyuktha Sivakumar explains the numerous values portrayed in the novel 'A Thousand Splendid Suns'

A Thousand Splendid Suns is a novel written by Khaled Hosseini. The book narrates the journey of two Afghan women across a period of forty years. The book contains many universal values which are pondered over both implicitly and explicitly.

Mental strength

The book depicts the inner strength, especially of women, beautifully. The perseverance of the characters, especially Mariam is noteworthy. Although both the main characters in the novel suffer inexpressible mental as well as physical agony, they have the willpower to move on with their lives.

Although Laila is extremely saddened with the departure of her soul mate, Tariq, and by the death of her parents, she strengthens herself to face the rest of her life.

Mariam, however soft and compassionate in nature, does not hesitate to become aggressive when she has to protect her loved ones. She even goes to the extent of hitting her husband in the head in order to save Laila’s life. She is not afraid to stand up against immorality.

Affection and devotion

The book plays with these emotions in a very realistic manner. The author has written about the different kinds of love between Mariam and her father, Laila and Tariq, Aziza and Mariam as well as Rasheed and Zalmai. Though some characters are righteous and some are despicable, the ability of each of these characters to love is emphasized in the book.

The bond between Mariam and Laila is compared to that between a mother and a daughter. Overcoming initial hostilities, the two women become the support system of each other. They remain devoted and loyal to each other till the very end.

Patriotism

The author who spent his childhood in Afghanistan has channeled his patriotism through the characters in the book, especially Laila. Laila loves her country and is despaired to see the country being savaged by wars. Even though she escapes Afghanistan and lives in Pakistan with her family, she soon feels homesick. She wishes to go back to her country and serve the society there.

Towards the end of the book, she and her husband Tariq build an orphanage in Kabul to support the children who have lost their parents in the wars. Laila as well as Tariq exhibit a sense of civic responsibility in the book.

　
Human compassion

Many of the characters in the book are shown to have compassion even though some of them cannot lend a helping hand to the person who is suffering. Mariam’s father’s family is hesitant to let her stay in their house, but they treat her kindly. When Laila and Tariq escape to Afghanistan, a hotel owner pities them and lets them stay in his hotel. Human compassion can also be seen in the inmates who live with Mariam in the jail. They comfort each other despite not knowing each other when they are about to face their death.

Empowerment of women

The book steadily depicts the discrimination and the hardships faced by women in society. The ability of the female protagonists to resist physical and mental agony from denting their willpower is depicted repeatedly. Both Laila and Mariam are strong-willed women and seek comfort in each other when they are abused by their husband Rasheed. After years of pain and hardships, the two women are not afraid to stand up to their tormentors. Mariam is brave and courageous while Laila is a free-thinker.

Society

There are many instances in the book that reveal the dark side of society. The incorrect opinions about women in the society are personified by Rasheed while the helplessness of the people is channeled through Mariam’s father. The book also talks about all the tribulations Mariam has to suffer for being an illegitimate child. However, the book also tells us about the hope that resides in the people even in the darkest of times. The love and hope that Tariq carries with him ultimately unites him with his true love. The ability to create change by the people is reinforced towards the end of the book where Laila and Tariq build and start running an orphanage.

Triumph of good over evil

The book reaffirms the philosophy of triumph of good over evil. Even in the darkest of times, comfort and assurance can be found with a little hope.