The parable legacy


The shoulder has no face to hide
Neither the feet capable of digging
All the ropes are turning short to tie
The curse has once again surged
When the debris are the nemesis
To orchestrate the fall is an art

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Suyodhana: Our Fear of the Dark

Image
What if the villain we feared was simply a shadow cast by misunderstood light? Since 1977, Suyodhana , a compelling Kannada play by playwright and director S.V. Krishna Sharma, has invited audiences to reimagine one of mythology’s most vilified characters - Duryodhana - not as a tyrant, but as a man shaped by prejudice, ambition, and deep moral convictions. Rooted in Kannada literary traditions and inspired by the 10th-century poet Ranna’s epic, which refers to him respectfully as Suyodhana “one who is exceedingly difficult to conquer”, the play challenges our binary notions of good and evil. A Shift in Perspective Before he became the infamous Duryodhana, the Kaurava prince was known as Suyodhana. Even in his youth, he demonstrated a startling awareness of social inequities, especially caste-based discrimination. He was disturbed by the humiliation of noble souls like Vidura, Ekalavya, and Karna, men of extraordinary merit who were sidelined due to their lineage. Suyodhana’s decisi...
Read more

Food Tale

Food is an integral part of our life. What kind of food we eat is also primary to what kind of life we are living. I love food and crave for any that’s hot and spicy. Although my friends will not like sharing my veg delights unless it’s a necessity. I particularly remember all the junks that I had in Guwahati in my higher secondary days. Reminiscing that is a total gastronomic cry for the lost crony. The rolls of Pirish, the chowmein of Nakkata Pukhri and the ghoognis of License Bar are the few but the obvious. These experiences are my own Anthony Bourdain moments. The things which make it memorable and intriguing are the incidents attached. I remember the story my brother used to tell me about the owner of the lake side chowmein stall known to all Guwahatians as Nakkata Pukhrir chow. The owner had a very humble beginning and started the business on a paltry sum of Rs 100. I don’t know the authenticity of the story but it had to be hard work and the pure endeavour to serve people that ...
Read more

Right now

When some one hurls something to you, what do you do? It will depend on what kind of position you are in or probably the kind of person you are. I feel timid, small and negligible but still I am like the kid who believes he will get the toffee at the end of the day. The context will change as you move in life or grow old, but the fire continues to burn fuelled by the never ending bombarding tons of meteoroid; some self inflicted. Where you go, where you stay, where you work, where you party - all these places plays such an important role in shaping up the kind of human being you are. I do not know what my search in life is, but I do know some of the wants. This probably is what we are looking for now i.e. want, and in doing so end up scaling the real journey, the search. The search of peace, wealth, or happiness one never knows. For me, I love the journey and firmly believe that you will always get what you have worked for. No one can take away what you deserve. The experience could be...
Read more