Jumping to the music
Roasting fresh bonitos
Singing caveman’s song and
Dancing with mosquitoes
In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Indak
Jumping to the music
Roasting fresh bonitos
Singing caveman’s song and
Dancing with mosquitoes
In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Indak
There are three young men and their dog-Montmorency.They are all idling, smoking tobacco, except the dog, of course, and discussing how bad they are- “bad” from a medical point of view.So they decide to go on a long boating trip to heal themselves.That’s the plot of this classic novel, broadly.
Jerome K Jerome, the author of this tale, referred to as “J” in the story, is quite an amusing narrator.In the opening chapter of the book,he tells about discovering in a medical journal, a liver ailment, whose one of the symptoms is, ‘a general disinclination to work of any kind’. He gets convinced he has this disease- since childhood.And he gets aggrieved to recall his old times when everyone thrashed him for being lazy while not realizing it was because of the liver!
From my earliest infancy I have been a martyr to it. As a boy, the disease hardly ever left me for a day. They did not know, then, that it was my liver. Medical science was in a far less advanced state than now, and they used to put it down to laziness
Similarly, each of them discovers having some or the other obscure ailments and then come up with the notion of going on a weekend boating trip up the river Thames, to ‘restore their mental equilibrium’.
What we want is rest, said Harris.
Rest and a complete change, said George. The overstrain upon our brains has produced a general depression throughout the system. Change of scene, and absence of the necessity for thought, will restore the mental equilibrium.
Their trip starts from Kingston and continues till Oxford- from where they take a return course.The story was intended to be a travel narrative and J tells elaborately about the places they pass through, as they row their boats.
However, the more interesting aspect is the comic narrative of events. J describes the humor in their planning and preparation of the trip and subsequently how they face the hard and good times later in the journey.Additionally, Jerome shares some charming philosophical thoughts describing the life and the beauty of nature.
We are creatures of the sun, we men and women. We love light and life. That is why we crowd into the towns and cities, and the country grows more and more deserted every year. In the sunlight in the daytime, when Nature is alive and busy all around us, we like the open hill-sides and the deep woods well enough: but in the night, when our Mother Earth has gone to sleep, and left us waking, oh! the world seems so lonesome, and we get frightened, like children in a silent house. Then we sit and sob, and long for the gas-lit streets, and the sound of human voices, and the answering throb of human life. We feel so helpless and so little in the great stillness, when the dark trees rustle in the night-wind. There are so many ghosts about, and their silent sighs make us feel so sad. Let us gather together in the great cities, and light huge bonfires of a million gas-jets, and shout and sing together, and feel brave.
But his mind keeps rambling as he narrates.You must have a friend who is talkative and tells stories starting with-“You know once what happened..” And then gets everyone around him involved in his funny narrative. J is a similar kind of person.By the time you would have finished the book you would have read many amusing incidents which J recollects from the past.
This book is delightful! A book to be savored!An absolute Classic! The book will keep you smiling all the time.I wanted to read the book since a long time because I had already read parts of the book in following ways-
1.An excerpt from this book was titled as “Packing for a Picnic” and was included as a chapter in our English Course Book during Middle School.It was an amusing narrative of how packing made J scared because he always forgot to pack his toothbrush.
2.I found another excerpt included in “The Greatest Literary works of All Time”, a book I had purchased some time ago.This particular excerpt was about J’s uncle Podger, who always boasted that he could do a task without anyone’s help but instead would make the whole house go mad because he will keep messing up the things.
So, I had a fairly nice impression of the book and wanted to read the full of it! Thankfully I read it the last month and was glad to have added it to my “Finished Reading” list.I am grateful to Mliae for hosting this lovely challenge which has ensured that I will be finishing at least one book every month.
If you want to be a part of it, do visit her blog and get acquainted with the challenge.
I looked up above, as I laid
Beneath the apple tree,
And wondered how nice it’ll be,
To get those apples for free.
But the apples were too high to reach,
So all my hopes got lost
When suddenly in my mind it came
Great Newton’s age old thought.
That when he sat below the tree
As useless as I was,
Without any effort, or initiative,
An apple did really fall.
Newton said that he was the one
Who first actually had found
That earth pulls the apple towards itself
And makes it fall on ground.
Having faith in Mr Newton
I laid there as I was
The noon changed to night,
(The sky flooded with moonlight)
But the apple did not fall!
And then I began to doubt
If really Newton said it true
Or was it for only name and fame
To gain his own fortune!
Just then from above did fall
An apple that made me sicken!
For it emitted a chokin’ smell
And throughout it was worm stricken!
Within a flash I speculated
That no book has ever mentioned
That what Newton actually did
With the apple that had fallen.
Now I know he must have crushed it
And took out his all frustration
Because just like mine, his apple too was
Dead decayed and rotten!
So commit to memory my new theory
And never have it forgotten
That all the apples that hang on tree
Are not pulled by gravitation.
Through the years I have known
That among the apples that hang on tree
The gravity brings down,
On the ground
Only the decayed apples for free!
( Since a young age , scientists and their curious tales have fascinated me. And Newton, is perhaps, one of my favourite figures in that respect. This poem was written when I was in high school.It was an evening when I had got bored solving Physics problems.Next day I had read it aloud to the amusement of my classmates, after which it got out from the closed pages (seven years later), only a few days back! The Literary Club of my University invited poetry contribution and I sent this old poem of mine. Today I was exhilarated seeing my poem posted on their elite blog, LITERATI! This encouraged me to share it on my blog as well! I am glad to share it!)
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I recently bumped upon a book called “The Complete Murphy’s Law” by Arthur Bloch.It just took me thirty seconds of skimming to make me rush to the counter to buy it,lest someone else saw it.
What made the book so interesting? Well..it was after a longtime I laughed so much reading a book.A collection of ‘laws’ like the Murphy’s,it takes the reader into a world of insights,through utterly bone tickling laws! Here’s a peek I couldn’t resist to share-
Ade’s Law- Anybody can win-unless there happens to be a second entry.
Airplane Law- When the plane you are on is late,the plane you want to transfer to is on time.
Babcock’s Law- If it can be borrowed and it can be broken,you will borrow it and you will break it.
Cannon’s Cogent Comment- The leak in the roof is never in the same location as the drip.
Carpenters Law- If you have only one nail,it will bend.
First Law of Debate- Don’t argue with a fool,people might not know the difference.
The First Discovery of Christmas Morning- Batteries not included
Extended Murphy’s Law- If a series of events can go wrong,it will do in the worst possible sequence.
Rule of Failure- If at first you don’t succeed,destroy all evidence that you have tried.
Glyme’s Formula for Success- The secret of success is sincerity.Once you can fake that,you’ve got it made.
Herblock’s Law- If it’s good,they will stop making it.
Issawi’s Law of Consumption Patterns- Other people’s patterns of expenditure and consumption are highly irrational and slightly immoral.
Jacob’s Law- To err is human-to blame it on someone else is even more human.
Kaplan’s Law of the Instrument- Give a small boy a hammer and he will find that everything he encounters needs pounding.
Laws of Gardening- Other people’s tools work only in other people’s yards.
Miksch’s Law- If a string has one end,then it has another end.
The N-1 Law- If you need four screws for the job,the first three are easy to find.
Skydivers’ Law of Hesitation- He who hesitates shall inherit the earth.
Haha.Hope you had a good time reading these few pick ups I compiled from the book.It’s weekend again,but I have lots of works lined up.We are organizing TEDx event in our University tomorrow.I am a part of creative/communications team and we have been working on lots of digital designs.Our team, that was handling the crafts works for stage design,worked whole night and they made lots of lovely decorative items.
I really wanted to make a post this morning,as I got some free time and flipped through this book,I had purchased some days back.I just wanted to share a smile with everyone! (:
Lately I have become more of a ‘reader’ at WordPress than a ‘writer’.I have been frequenting the WordPress Reader amidst my cluttered work hours,just to take a break and delve into the world of lovely bloggers!I find peace and solace in that. I surf across the posts from all the admirable bloggers I am following.It feels so amazing to read the different thoughts and expressions, all conveyed through a fine amalgamation of eloquent words.It just drives away all the worries and anxiety that comes with work.
Life feels so better with all the bloggers around! Thank you so much to you!
Have a very happy weekend!
Some days ago I had read a quote which said,“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.”The quote had made me pause and brood over it for a while.
Everyone of us looks at the world through our individual lenses.Each one of us is rooted to that one perspective which very much constitutes the definition of ourselves.
Since it is an essential element that helps in self identification,we are very much attached to it and try to protect it.This affinity sometimes eludes us from seeing the world with an open mind and prevents us from conceiving the truth in a proper way.We should make endeavors to understand others perspective before jumping on to quick conclusions about their behaviors.
I was glad to find a delightful poem in the book “Chicken Soup for the Soul” ,which very nicely describes this idea.I strongly felt prompted to share it on my blog. 🙂
– by Valerie Cox
A woman was waiting at an airport one night
With several long hours before her flight
She hunted for a book in the airport shop
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see
That the man beside her as bold as could be
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene
She munched cookies and watched the clock
As this gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by
Thinking “If I wasn’t so nice I’d blacken his eye”
With each cookie she took he took one too
And when only one was left she wondered what he’d do
With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh
He took the last cookie and broke it in half
He offered her half as he ate the other
She snatched it from him and thought “Oh brother
This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude
Why he didn’t even show any gratitude”
She had never known when she had been so galled
And sighed with relief when her flight was called
She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate
She boarded the plane and sank in her seat
Then sought her book which was almost complete
As she reached in her baggage she gasped with surprise
There was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes
“If mine are here” she moaned with despair
“Then the others were his and he tried to share”
“Too late to apologize she realized with grief”
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.
Thank you, Chape for this challenge.:)
Chape is passionate about fitness and exercising.He is a personal trainer,an athlete and a fine writer.I strongly recommend to visit his blog. 🙂
1. Post three consecutive days.
2. You can pick one or three quotes per day.
3. Challenge three different bloggers per day.
I will like to begin with some light-hearted quotes.It’s weekend and the weather is so cheerful, I feel like sharing something jovial.My three quotes for today-
1.”If God had really intended men to fly, he’d make it easier to get to the airport.”- George Winters
2.”I was forced to go to a positive-thinking seminar. I couldn’t stand it. So I went outside to the parking lot and let half the air out of everybody’s tires. As they came out I said, “So, are your tires half-full, or half-empty?”- Adam Christing
3.One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. “Which road do I take?” she asked. “Where do you want to go?” was his response. “I don’t know,” Alice answered. “Then,” said the cat, “it doesn’t matter.”- Lewis Carrol
My Nominees are-
Hope you will like this challenge and share your favorite quotes too!
At last I opened my eyes.It was dark.I decided against making any
further efforts to sleep.It was futile.Sleep had eluded me without notice this night.I admitted it.
I searched for the light switch in darkness and toppled the water bottle.It fell with a thud on the floor and made a rolling sound.I found the switch.When light flooded the room, I saw the bottle.It had sulkily gone to a corner.I didn’t make any endeavor to pick it.
I must do something.I looked around for some inspiration- ‘What could
be done to kill time at 3 AM in the morning?’ I turned my head towards
left,then right,then up,then down,then again left and again right.My
I took up a pen.”May be I should write something.”I recalled Bram
Stoker who wrote parts of ‘Dracula’ while sitting on the beach.I wasn’t on
a beach but the ardent ceiling fan whizzed down beach like gale.I tore
out a page and flattened it face up.It was blank.Blank paper is such
an inspiration!It attracts attention.It has something mysterious about
it.Very inviting sort of.One gets pulled towards it! It makes a silent declaration- ‘Don’t worry,I am harmless’
I pinned down the harmless paper with a cellphone to save it from the
assault of ceiling fan.(ceiling fan must learn to behave.) Now I was
ready. I creased my eyebrows and made a thoughtful expression,like a
serious writer.And I started thinking too.
I saw in my mind a unicorn reading a book.Then I saw a Dracula
walking on beach-then polar bears sleeping peacefully in snow-people rowing boats in a city.Then I tried to recall what the inhabitants of Antarctica were called.
I looked down at the paper, it looked back at me – expectantly.I
shrugged and looked around- for more inspiration. The bottle had
quietly fell asleep at the corner.’Huh’ I sighed and put back the cap on the pen.
I laid back down on bed and stretched myself.Some joints cracked.
Something like a pebble fell on the stack of newspapers.I sat up
intrigued.I looked towards the stack of newspapers lying at some
distance. A black pebble like winged insect which makes buzzzzzzzz
sound had crash landed.It was agitated.It moved around a bold
newspaper headline in panic.There was a picture of a man with long beard.He was wearing spectacles.The headline read-“All those who wander aren’t lost”
I laid back and stretched again.The stoic fan swirled unconcernedly.The buzzz insect was silent.After some time,it started buzzing again.It rose up and flew out through the window.
‘Good idea!’,I mused,’Let me write a new post for my blog.’