This was a poem that seventh graders had to study. The poem had a caricature of a witch with a hideous face ready for the diabolic. The ideology of a witch as a feminine gender construct remains like old wine in new bottles. I began a dialogue with students and asked them what a witch was? They said she is an evil person who does wicked spells. Then I told them that this was the view of the Middle Ages and I also told them that many women were burnt alive for the sorry fault of being witches. In a post modern society the view of a witch as masculine construct of logo-centric thought with fetish of being misogynist is replaced with the paradigm of showing kindness and empathy. Gender constructs are rapidly changing as post-structural societies decay the fecundity of masculine representations to a gynecological ethnocracies. The text brought out by Oxford publishers is antiquated and showing a conceptuality of a witch as ugly, menacing and incongruous.
Was reading a poem to sixth graders and in it there was a single word in a line: Bare. A question was asked why the poet shortened the line and reduced it to a single word. The replies I got were amazing. One student remarked: the poet wanted to be bare. Another remarked the poet is stingy in using words. Yet, another one remarked: the poet had very little ink. The question is a subjective one and I lauded all the students for their originality. It’s amazing on how minds work on interpretations. Yes, to read a text is to kill the author as Roland Barthes has said.
Recently I took water baptism according to Pentecostal rites. I became fond of the meanings metaphorically as being buried as Christ, being dead as Christ and then becoming resurrected. I felt the whole process to be an enactment of a metaphor. As a Christian I am not perfect and I am always in the process of asking forgiveness and being repentant. I have become fond of Christ, the gentle lamb who died for our sins and resurrected to become the omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent God.
Dear Mr. Trump,
I am an Indian citizen hailing from the native shore of Kerala. It is my fervent wish to visit America, especially the Art Galleries there. Many undeserving people have gone to America and those include terrorists. I know if I apply for a visa, I will be rejected. I also don’t have the money to visit America and also I have no credentials. But still the wish to visit America is heart-felt dream. It’s easy for American citizens to visit India but it’s not an easy job for an Indian citizen to come to the shores of America. Dear Mr. Trump: Why don’t you invite me to America for a few days? Even if it’s a hyperbole it’s a nourished dream. I am so fond of America especially its music, art, philosophy and culture. Dear Mr. Trump, are you listening!
I used to rave and rant and blasphemy the Holy Spirit. But now I have come an empathic understanding about him. I accept the sanctity of the Trinity. Trying to reason out why I did so, I realized it was a part of my sexual repressed. Now I have got an outlet to share and express my amorous feelings. Dear Holy Spirit, I am sorry for what I have done.
I was out early morning on the scooter to have a cup of tea. There was a leper there who was handing his glass to drink tea. A thought came to my mind to give him some money. But then I did not! Later on in the evening, I saw him again. The same urge to help him came back to me. I gave him a generous offering and hugged him. Tears started welling on his cheeks. I broke into a poem of happiness and gratitude.
All sound and no rhythm as an idiom means having intellectual wisdom but no financial prudence. I got this from Pranoy Roy the media king of India who owns NDTV, a prominent news channel. Pranoy Roy has fallen into severe debt and his premises have been raided.
We cannot call Trump as an all sound and no rhythm person.
The fate of Pranoy Roy as a media tycoon has become an all sound and no rhythm one.