Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Epilogue of Crime and Punishment
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Chant of Jimmie Blacksmith
The Chant of Jimmie Blacksmith, by Thomas Keneally, tells the story of Jimmie Blacksmith, a man of mixed race, who goes on a killing spree in Australia in 1900. Keneally traces Jimmie's life, showing how he faced discrimination and oppression based solely on his race and how this eventually boiled over into an uncontrollable wrath. Taken from a fragment of Australian history, Keneally weaves together a fictional account of Jimmie Blacksmith's actions and his subsequent fugitive journey.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
ഒരു പൂവിന്റെ മൂന്നിതള്് പൊഴിഞ്ഞു...........
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Reality Bites
Friday, June 19, 2009
Lonely Soul
Alone in the walks of life
No other soul as his companion
The lonely soul wanders
Alone in the daybreak
He does his duties
In the walks of life
The lonely soul wanders
Alone in the life
He meets many other souls
Who comes to be
Unfit for the lonely soul
The lonely soul wanders
As the days pass by
The lonely soul became
More lonely, with no other
souls as his companion
The lonely soul wanders
Alone in the walks of life
The lonely soul decides
Not to die, but to face
Life in all its hardships
The lonely soul wanders
Sunday, June 14, 2009
WIDE NET
William Wallace Jamieson’s wife Hazel was going to have a baby. Even though the final stage of pregnancy remained six months away, Hazel behaved as though it would be the next day itself. If her husband didn’t pay enough attention to her needs, she refused to talk to him or spend time with him. As this practice began to continue on a daily basis, William Wallace got more and more irritated with his young wife. So one night he went out drinking with two boys of their neighbourhood and stayed out all the night. But when he returned home, early morning, Hazel had vanished. After searching the house inside out for her, William found she had left a letter for him. William swallowed hard on reading it, for Hazel stated that she would no longer put up with him and was going to the river to drown herself.
Upset and anxious, William ran to call his friend Virgil Thomas and insisted they should collect some villagers to assist in the dragging of the river. And as the river dragging party would require a wide net, he decided to collect it from the old local doctor, known as Doc. The two friends then recounted their experiences with Hazel and analysed her behaviour. As they searched for traces of Hazel in the grove amidst the deep interior of woods, William Wallace caught hold of a rabbit, stroked it and argued with his friend who had to remind him that he was out to catch not cotton trails but his missing wife.
Soon the river dragging party headed by William Wallace, Virgil and old Doc, along with the Doyles with their ferocious dogs and four nigger boys followed the path of the old Natchez Trace. It took them through the deep woods and led them down below to the Pearl river. The wide net was cast on to the river, which stretched from one bank to the other and its weights holding it all the way to the bottom. The net caught into it almost all of the river’s store of fishes, weeds, shoes and other things, so Wallace and his companions had to empty the net often, from top to bottom. As Wallace kept on diving to the bottom, he once reached the deepest part of the river. He stayed there for a pretty long time and as he broke on the surface of the river, he felt a deep agony at his heart. Soon it was noon and all felt hungry. So they dragged up the haul onto a wide sandbar, built a fire, cooked and ate the catfish. After having their fill, all of them fell asleep. Then something unexpected occurred before the bewildered river dragging party. William Wallace began to leap up and down excitedly, having hooked a big catfish to his belt buckle. The weather changed, showing signs of an approaching storm. Heavy drops of rain started pouring down, lightning struck trees, sudden currents and whirlpools thronged the river; and Wallace cut his foot walking on a sharp rock. The party decided to retreat to their Dover village, once the storm got over. Towards late afternoon, they reached the road leading to their village patched with tar. The river dragging party entered the village, showing off their catch with pride. Even Wallace Williams gained a profit by selling off his fish for three dollars.
Now, as Wallace returned home after the futile search, he saw a rainbow which seemed like a lady’s summer dress, a faint veil through which the stars showed. To his surprise, the familiar voice of Hazel greeted Wallace from the bedroom. He found Hazel as she was before. After supper, they sat on the front steps for a while, and as Wallace came to know that hazel was hiding and enjoying herself all the while, he turned her up and spanked her. Both of them behaved as if nothing had happened between them. They realized the fact that both needed each other’s company. Though it looked as if Wallace had dragged the river to capture Hazel who now lay smiling in the crook of his arm, it was really Hazel who had captured Wallace in her net. Thus Welty illuminates a universal truth here. It is only through personal loss that one realizes the full worth of a companion or friend.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
tears lost
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Stuff that dreams are made of...
Stuff that dreams are made of...
Inside my mind I found a place,
a beautiful and hallowed space.
When we two parted...
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
colder they kiss,
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow-
If felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me-
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well-
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met-
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.
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Monday, April 27, 2009
India's reservation system piercing the spine of deserving people?
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Political situation in Kerala
Monday, April 6, 2009
Global Financial Crisis
Friday, March 20, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Global Warming
Although a majority of Americans believe the seriousness of global warming is either correctly portrayed in the news or underestimated, a record-high 41% now say it is exaggerated. This represents the highest level of public skepticism about mainstream reporting on global warming seen in more than a decade of Gallup polling on the subject. Gallup has documented declines in public concern about the environment at times when other issues, such as a major economic downturn or a national crisis like 9/11, absorbed Americans’ attention. To some extent that may be true today, given the troubling state of the U.S. economy. However, the solitary drop in concern this year about global warming, among the eight specific environmental issues Gallup tested, suggests that something unique may be happening with the issue. Rather than seeing public opinion as a something to move as a prerequisite to action on certain climate policies, perhaps it is time for the experts to instead shape climate policies to fit the realities of public opinion. To paraphrase Walter Lippmann, the goal of politics is not to get everyone to think alike, but rather, to get people who think differently to act alike. Six in 10 Americans indicate that they are highly worried about global warming, including 34% who are worried “a great deal” and 26% “a fair amount.” Overall worry is similar to points at the start of the decade, but is down from 66% a year ago and from 65% in 2007.
STEM CELL
It's come time to lie about science again - this time about the reality of embryonic stem cell pluripotency - and some of the old lies are coming back out of the storage shed. For instance, I've heard about how adult stem cells have cured or treated 72 diseases. Oh and embryonic stem cells, they've cured none. It's been a while since we've seen this adult stem cell nonsense.
To understand the problem with this list and why these citations don't say what they think they say, we have to learn a little bit about adult stem cells and a big scary word - transdifferentiation.
The main problem with those "72 treatments" is that they were not using adult stem cells to generate new tissue, rather they used adult blood stem cells as part of the chemotherapy to replenish the patient's blood.