A letter….

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It’s half past six. The orange sky looks crowded. A blanket of gloom is spread everywhere. The birds are desperately seeking home. A chord of melancholy is struck in the air. I wonder why?

The sun bids good-bye as it slowly descends into the Infinite horizon.

I stand near the shores of Sulthan Bathery like a happy spectator, enjoying the pleasures of the evening (Irony, isn’t it). Well, as I slowly imbibe myself with the ambience, my eyes suddenly fall upon some twinkling lights. These were coming from the far away ships. As it was getting dark, the lights glowed with splendour. As I look at those ships, a gush of memories flow through my head. But I find everything tangled. I try to rearrange the bits and pieces of it only to find a face that is close to my heart.

Babu, my dear friend, whom I haven’t seen for a year now. Though it’s only been a year, I don’t know why I miss him. Some people, I guess are like that. They will leave such strong memories which when revived, gifts the heart with bright rainbows.

Babu, my friend, I know you are somewhere in the middle of a vast ocean. When I heard your voice few months back, I felt really happy. Standing near the shore I wave my hand as hard as possible, hoping that you would see me (I know you can’t, but still hope is all we need I guess). I was happy when you said you would be with me for ‘vishu’, but unfortunately your leave got cancelled. Well I can understand how life is in the ship. Nothing can be predicted.

Babu, do you remember those days when we used to crack jokes and sometimes laugh for no reason during our English classes. I, you and Akshay, we the last benchers would always be in our world, isn’t it.

Yes, there are lots of such beautiful moments. Seena ma’am’s maths class, where we used to sit, wondering why that negative sign has to be on the right and not on the left (though it made no difference!). And that day when you brought coconut water for your chemistry project, but at the end of the day it tasted like toddy. And when Akshay begged for a gulp and drank some of it he started pretending to be high. Ha-ha, so happy he was, isn’t it? Well, there are lots of such moments and if I am to write about it I would end up publishing a novel.

Few months back when I heard your sombre voice, I instantly knew that life at ship was getting tough for you. All I would say is “just hang on buddy”. Remember“success without risk is like triumph without glory”.

I write this blog to tell you that I am there for you, for 12 years I was by you and will be through-out the life. I remember a quote I read a few days ago and it goes like this:

“Someday many years from now

We’ll sit beside the candles glow

And laughing as the memories flow

And when the distant day arrives

I know it will be understood

That friendship is the key to live

And we were friends and it was good”

– Eileen Hehl

 

Remembering The Bard of Avon

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Yesterday was World book day (though only few knew about it). I wanted to write this blog on this special day but unfortunately a twenty-one year old’s lethargy got into the way. Well, here I am now, completely determined; sitting under the very tomb of my lethargy.

Yesterday marked the 400th death anniversary of William Shakespeare – “The Bard of Avon”. ‘To be or not to be’ was the first line that came to my mind and I guess if one cut opens the head of every teenager, these lines are sure to be found. Well, I am not here to discuss that. All I would say is “This time shall too pass”. 

I had this great privilege of organizing a two-day exhibition on Leo Tolstoy wherein, O.L Nagabhushana Swamy, a renowned Kannada writer was the chief guest. In his speech he mentioned three writers whom everyone should read and understand. They are – Vyasa, William Shakespeare, Leo Tolstoy. When I heard Shakespeare’s name I wondered even after 400 years, if a man could still be a great impact in the minds of people, a name that still has its impeccable richness embedded in it ,what kind of soul of blood and flesh he might be ? I wonder.With knowledge amounting to a drop in the ocean, I don’t intend to write about The Bard. This blog is just a mark of my respect.

No one would have understood or decoded the connection between life and human nature with such precision as Shakespeare did. He was not just Shakespeare, he was hamlet, he was king Lear, he was Iago and every single character he penned. I have read only some of his Tragic Drama’s and I feel somehow obsessed with it whenever I lay my hands upon it.Be it Othello, Julius Caesar, Hamlet. I feel like being part of it, as if entire act is performed right in front of my eyes. I remember a quote by D.H Lawrence, one of my favourite writer –

” When I read Shakespeare I am Struck with wonder

That such trivial people should muse and thunder

In such lovely language”

Yes. They muse and thunder with brilliance. Every  word written by the bard contains in it the seed of immortality. As Ben Johnson rightly quoted ” he was not of an age, but for all the time.”

I believe some men and things are beyond our realm. They can’t be measured, not in this space. Yet we could attempt to understand them, because each attempt makes us worthy enough. At last we are measured not by what we achieve, but by what we attempt. Thus by trying to understand such great personalities we too learn some great lessons in our life.

Lessons worth sharing of……..