Monday, 5 April 2010

IF - The Mad Hatter, The March Hare & The 2 of Clubs were Bloggers

I really haven’t had time to cogitate this week, and write something substantive – ‘March’ has been ‘Mad’ with workload…

Therefore, I am writing something worth the Two of Clubs, in any game of cards.

As would be evident I managed to see Tim Burton’s “Alice in Wonderland” recently, the movie was what I expected from Tim & Johnny Depp’s Gothic Visions, though the other characters were a bit insipid, save for the Red Queen played amazingly by Helena Bonham Carter.

Other events of personal impact, for which I have not been able to devote adequate cogitation time, to elicit an opinion are –

1)     The New Fundamental Right to Education (RTE) – my personal persuasion of panacea - refer to my Terrorism & the Success of Stupidity Entry. The RTE is a wonderful law - added to The World’s Most Voluminous Constitution (that of India, juxtaposed with the most succinct constitution - USA’s)… How will it perform in practical implementation? … where are the teachers?

2)     The Demise of the Maruti 800India’s first people’s car … numerous tomes have already been written… so I am abstaining to add another.

3)     Love Over Country – LOC – The Sania & Shoaib Malik love story… setting an exemplary example …but culminating happily-ever-after in Dubai.

4)     Rising Prices-Stagnant Incomes, Food Shortages, Rotting Grain, Petroleum Prices, Commonwealth Taxes, The Direct Tax Code … I am still trying to make sense of it all – refer to my Palpitations by Pranab Entry.

5)     And Finally, with due credit to my good friend Urmi – I have been meditating on Kipling’s pièce de résistance , allegedly written in 1899 for his son, that I have regurgitated below –


If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,

if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Kipling himself noted that this poem had been "printed as cards to hang up in offices and bedrooms; illuminated text-wise and anthologised to weariness"


Apologies for this entry…I fear I will be jailbroken & heartbroken ….But I hope to write something more original and substantive soon…

End Note: Money still talks… but today it is a hoarse whisper…

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