Remembering The Bard of Avon


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……..