Wednesday, 12 August 2020

Pieces of You : A Poem

Hugs from you
I still scent
in my saree.
Pieces of you
I always carry
within my psyche.

Essence of me
you inscribe
in your entity.
Love from me
you imbibe
in your reality.

Every memory
of us, 
an intensity.
You & me,
build Us, 
our blissful identity. 

Tuesday, 11 August 2020

Dreamscape : A Poem

Dewdrops & sunshine
sparkles & blaze
clinging onto dreamsvine
imprisoned in its haze.

meander of rivers
salt of the sea
my dream-taste quivers
'twixt sweet & sour reality.

splendid scarlett escape
or dumped in shattered blues
collage of my dreamscape
juxtaposes myriad hues. 

She Writes : A Poem

For herself, 
she writes

She pens 
on her palmyra heart
ink reaped from wounds: 
gifts he left her with.

Numbness takes over
her scratching quill 
dips dips dips
digs deeper
below skin
to harvest 
more scarlet.

to heal, she writes
scars stay sore
her love 
runs out 
as raw pus.

Enchanted Dreams: A Poem

Enchanted empyreal radiance
& audacious dreams bold
Eons of fearless resilience
my velvet eyes behold

Failure salts in tears
little sentiments in gold
residues of countless fears
Hues, my latent lashes hold

Velvet Eye : A Poem

Velvet eye teases
hidden smiles play
winsome kohl pleases
unruly strands sway

Endless mysteries flow
as pupils reflect sheen
behind leafy glow
of vision in green

More beautiful, her bindi
& tiny earring gold
a poet's art, she,
a miracle to behold

Monday, 10 August 2020

Cherish : A Poem

#COVID19 taught us how 
to reduce the breathless pace.
Masks & sanitizers now
govern & rule the place.

Let throwbacks take a bow,
or memories vanish with no trace
Cherish only those that allow
a smile on the face.

Book Review of 'The Great Gatsby' by Scott Fitzgerald

"Whenever you feel 
like criticizing any one, 
just remember that 
all the people 
in this world 
haven't had the advantages 
that you've had."

This is a great line on the first page, one that I have always loved. This is the second time I'm reading the novel. I had read it last year and wanted to revisit it again. As expected, the second read allowed the seeping of more details and information that was previously missed or overlooked during the first time.


The cheating, hypocrite husband, Tom Buchanan; his hassled wife Daisy, who lives a masked life; the abused,  jealous mistress, Myrtle Wilson and her clueless husband, George Wilson are the key characters. The narrator Nick Carraway and his golfer girlfriend, Jordan Baker share an interesting chemistry. However, it is the protagonist, the enigmatic Jay Gatsby, who steals the limelight. The characters revolve around the story with changing nuances, that irreversibly affect one another's lives.
Gatsby is not just a mere character. He is a symbol of the sheer hollowness of the great American dream. He also represents the shattered dream of the past that eventually ruins his life.


Diverse themes & myriad layers, with ample symbolism, describe the book. The repercussions of chasing American dream during the 'roaring twenties' and the aftermath is depicted with skillful clarity.
Deep & enlightening in multi-layered facets, this story leaves readers with a sense of melancholy, coupled with disgust, that almost borders on denial.
A mirror to American culture of the 'roaring twenties', this is one rare novel where it is hard to root for, or like, even a single character, except maybe the narrator Carraway. Every one of them is real, too real for comfort. And these facets are too universal to be representative of America alone.
Highly obsessive materialism, infidelity & surreal chasing of the 'American dream' leaves no space for love or the true comprehension of worthwhile relationships. This tragedy of human existence is epitomised by all the main characters, more so by Jay Gatsby himself. 
The interesting aspect is the way the narrator doubts Gatsby, then loathes him along the way and finally finds himself warming to the flawed man, towards the end of the novel, affecting readers' mindsets similarly, in the process. 
What initially seems like an obsessive love story reveals layers of grey shades with skewed priorities & unpeels deeper nuances to every character. Well, the consensus? Human character is rather flawed. And this classic is a masterpiece, that highlights the myriad foibles of humans.
I watched the movie only after I read the book. I always read the books first. Indian star Amitabh Bachchan's presence in it, was a compelling reason enough, although his role as Mr. Meyer Wolfsheim was too small for me to relish.  


To conclude, read the book. One may or may not relate to the characters, but somewhere, one may be reminded of someone one has met or known one's  life, that reminded one of Daisy or Tom or even Gatsby. And about people who can never move on, who cannot let go of the past until it ruins their presents and destroys their future. 
As Nick Carraway says at the very end,
"So we beat on, boats against the current, 
borne back ceaselessly into the past."

Some Interesting Quotes:

I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.

I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.

I'm glad it's a girl. And I hope she'll be a fool - 
What’ll we do with ourselves this afternoon & the day after that & the next thirty years?

Oh, you want too much! I love you now—isn't that enough? I can't help what's past. I did love him once -but I loved you too.

Can't repeat the past?
Your wife doesn't love you, said Gatsby. She's never loved you. She loves me.

book photography: Chethana

Book Review of 'Poetics' by Aristotle.

How does one attempt to review one of the greatest works of literary theory, by a man touted to be one of the greatest philosophers of all time? I wondered this too, before I decided not to shy away from trying to put down my thoughts.

My initial reaction when I spied the book for the first time was disappointment. I was let down by the size of the book. It appeared too small for all the hype it has created in the literary world for all these centuries. It was after I began to read it that I realized why the adage ‘Great things come in small packages” makes sense.

Structure and Narrative

The chapters are small. Some are only a page and a half long. But they are organized in accordance with one main theme or idea that is under discussion. Aristotle’s narrative is concise and to the point. The lack of frills in the narrative makes it a highly informative, enriching read.

What strikes us at once is the lack of an introduction or preface at the beginning.

“I propose to treat of Poetry in itself and of its various kinds….”

The first chapter seems to begin out of nowhere, without any introduction of the topic at hand. An uninformed reader would find this strange and disconcerting. But those who know a little history of the work would not be too surprised and may even know what to expect.

One must remember that this is a surviving work of the philosopher. Also, it has been widely believed to be a compilation of his lecture notes. Knowing this piece of information puts a lot into perspective. Further, the notes, if one may consider them as such, are not meant for the student’s reading per se. A lecturer would put down only the key points of discussion into his own lecture notes. Students would be able to write down only as much as a classroom environment would have allowed. So, it is fair to expect only concise points to be mentioned in the book. Had it been penned as a book per se, by Aristotle himself, we would have procured a far richer piece of literature than it already is. However, it seems detailed enough in its essence, for even the most uninformed student to follow.

A Slice of Ancient History

I felt a sense of wonder and reverence each time I picked up the book. This is a piece of literature that was penned in 335 BC!

Wikipedia says,

“(Poetics) De Poetica is the earliest surviving work of dramatic theory and first extant philosophical treatise to focus on literary theory.”

Small wonder then, that I completely revelled in the thrill that shot through my veins, to be holding a piece of such ancient literature in my hands.

It is well known that the portion of poetics that has survived is the part that deals with tragedy. The treatise on comedy has been lost to mankind forever. No true student, or lover of literature, can read through the surviving work without ruing the loss of the rest that is lost.

Another important aspect worthy of mention is the second tidbit of history around it. Plato, the great philosopher who was Aristotle’s teacher, had penned an influential book called ‘Republic’, a Socratic dialogue, in the year 375 BC. It was about the governance of a utopian city state, and is one of the most significant works of philosophy and political theory in the world. Book 10 of the Republic made waves in literary circles mainly because in of his supposed proposal of banishment of poets, from his ideal state. While the arguments still flourish around the opposing interpretations of this ‘attack on poetry’ the relevance is magnified when one reads Aristotle’s Poetics.

I have not read the ‘Republic’. I admit I did not intend to, because I love poetry and have no inclination to read about the ban of poets or poetry from any state, not even in theory. However, knowing about its contents gave Aristotle’s work a new dimension.

Anyone who has no idea of Plato’s work will be able to read the ‘Poetics’ as a complete work in itself. Those who are aware of the ‘Republic’, would immediately connect Aristotle’s work as a series of counter-arguments, strong ones at that, against his own teacher’s work. Which literature student would not find this exciting?

The Review

How could one man possibly know so much?

The question never ceases to run across my mind every time I remember the sheer vastness his work. Attempting to answer this question only leaves us in more awe of the man. Aristotle did not give his opinions about literature alone. He spoke about everything under the sun and his brother, and then some.

The author introduction in the book begins as such.

‘‘An ancient Greek philosopher, psychologist, scientist, moralist, metaphysician and pioneer of former logic, Aristotle was born in 384 BC….”

He wrote books on physics, metaphysics, ethics, political philosophy and literary theory, along with knowledge on subjects such as aesthetics, governance, ethics, foreign customs, education…the list goes on. He even spoke about topics such as embryology, anatomy, astronomy and even meteorology.  Phew! The sheer diversification of his knowledge and work makes the detailed conceptualization, highly crisp presentation and convincing analysis more worthy of admiration.

Most well known concepts such as Hamartia, Catharsis and tragic Hero are introduced in the Poetics.

I have already mentioned that the book is a small one, a mere 103 pages to be precise. The readability is another aspect in itself. It is very easy and very difficult to read: easy for those who just read it like reading a novel or a magazine; but may be challenging for those who pause to think about the concepts, absorb the depth of information or even reproduce it in an exam.

The first point that got me thinking was in chapter one itself, which discusses the tenets of imitation.

“In dancing, rhythm is used without ‘harmony’, for even dancing imitates character, emotion and action without rhythmic movement.” (pg 10, Poetics, Chapter I)

But isn’t dance a combination of rhythmic movements of harmony? What is dance, but a harmony of music and movement? I wish he had elaborated more on what he meant there.

Aristotle makes multiple references to Greek characters from various plays. A reader who is well aware of Greek playwrights and their works, would be able to appreciate his points with more clarity. Polygnotus, Pauson, Dionysius, Nomes, Nichocharus, Dithyrambs and so on. The list is a very long one, and the whole book is interspersed with these references. However, it is possible to follow the line of arguments that are being made, as well as the examples though we may not know the complete background of the references.

The tragedies of most of our modern poets fail in the rendering of character and of poets in general, this is often true.(pg 25. Chapter VI, Poetics)

This line caught my attention because I recalled that the period that the philosopher referred to, is an ancient, or prehistoric one by our standards. One invariably wonders what Aristotle would have to say if he read the epic poetry of our very own modern epic dramas, such as 'Murder at the Cathedral' or even 'Tughlaq' for instance. Conversely, it would be an interesting exercise to observe how many of Aristotle’s tenets Eliot or Karnad have emulated in their works. But that would be an exercise for another day.

However, perhaps the most interesting point that provides food for thought is,

“The most beautiful colours, laid on confusedly, will not give as much pleasure as the chalk outline of a portrait” (pg 26, Chapter VI, Poetics).

What would the man say about the concept of Modern Art then? Contemporary artists may tend to agree and disagree as well. Most old-school art lovers appreciate fine lines and clarity in depictions of art, unlike the experimentation mode adopted and defined by modern artistic work. Modern artists may insist to have proven Aristotle wrong in this regard. Besides, for me a chalk outline is a gross reminder of a murder scene in today’s contorted world.

The detailed analytical aspects of tragedy are impressive. In chapter XVII, he says that Tragedy falls into two parts: Complication and Denouement. He further discusses many aspects of a tragedy that bring out the right effect for the audience to relish. These tenets may serve as valuable insights and valid requirements in any work of fiction, to enhance the thrill of its readability.

In fact all six elements discussed by Aristotle, namely Plot, character, diction, thought, song (which one can read as poetic or pleasing language) and spectacle are important for any piece of fiction, be it drama or otherwise, to be elevated to a better quality of literary work.

The best things about the book are the host of ample examples that he provides to substantiate each point under discussion. The most striking example is in chapter XVI, where he cites Oedipus of Sophocles to showcase how “recognition… that arises from the incidents themselves where the startling discovery is made by natural means” (59) is the best. In fact the whole chapter is resonant with various examples to validate each kind of recognition he elaborates upon.

The repeated mentions of Homer in glowing light entice the avid reader to pick up a copy of the Odyssey or Illiad, to enjoy the epic dramas through the eyes of the philosopher. Also, chapter XXI on language, where he enlightens readers about nouns, verbs, metaphors, phrases etc may be a joy to read for grammar-inclined readers.

Now, I come to the crucial parts that has surely irked not just the feminists, but also a multitude of women and men alike, across the world.

"Even a woman may be good and also a slave.Though the woman may be an inferior being and the slave quite worthless...but valour in a woman or unscrupulous cleverness is inappropriate."

Great thinker notwithstanding, this is where Aristotle shows us one of his own foibles, a gap in his ideology that was never completely explained. Why would a great thinker such as he, believe women to be inferior? One may never know. And some of us would never want to know. 


Overall, this is a book not only for students of literature but also for those who enjoy reading historical literary work. More so, if they are inclined towards writing good literature. Budding writers will find at least a few useful pointers that may hold them in good stead while constructing, editing and reviewing their work.

As for me, every time I read passing mentions about comedy or laughter in the book, I felt a little pang. What would he have elaborated in the portion about comedy? A question unanswered, a mystery unsolved, a tragedy in itself.

Did you find my review useful? Do let me know.

Thank you for reading, stay safe and happy reading, readers.


book photography: chethana


Sunday, 9 August 2020

Stay : A Poem

Stay, by all means
but don’t change my rules
to impose your convenience
Rant, by all means
but not about my foibles
or lack of subservience.

Laugh, by all means
but spare me the insult
& keep sarcasm mute
Love, by all means
but don’t let lust
become its easy substitute.




Celestial Showers : A Poem

Skin survives plunder
wet yellow clings
roar of thunder
sliding water rings
velvet eyes surrender
& close, against the stings.

Crayola skies send down
droplets of lead
drench my crown
dissolve my dread 
celestial showers drown
the voices in my head.