Sunday, May 29, 2011

Sons and Lovers

Night before last I finished  'Sons and Lovers' by D.H. Lawrence. It is a tome of a book; but only in length. It took me some time to finish.

It was touted as one of the masterpieces of its time. Maybe.  I do not have an evolved sense of critique, but I do not think it was a masterpiece at all.

The story is about a Walter Morel's family with a wife, three sons and a daughter; Gertrude, William, Paul, Arthur and Annie.

When I took up the book with the name such as it has I thought it would be about the sons. It is actually about a son, Paul. Annie has been shown to have a small role towards the end when mother is dying. But Arthur is almost entirely ignored. After oldest boy's, William's,  untimely death Paul has become the center of his mothers existence, or shall I say mother has become the center of Paul's existence. He  develops relationship with two girls, Miriam and Clara, both willing and able, one after another, and yet  leaves them without due causes. He cannot form a lasting relationship because his mother does not approve of either girl.

Hundreds of pages have been written about Paul's intellectualizing and philosophizing during these affairs. But one cannot clearly understand Paul's mind. With all that romancing and intimacies with two girls, we do not know that he has even a mustache till the four fifths of the book. Many paragraphs started with "one day...". I do not consider this a good beginning for a paragraph from a very good writer. Lot has been written without saying much. And lot has not been said which could have made the book more understandable.

Mother eventually dies of tumor. Paul wants to kill himself but decides instead, on a long journey.

One thing I liked about the author's writing style is that he uses short sentences unlike his contemporaries who wrote paragraph length sentences. The concept of feminism was used which I thought was well ahead of their time.

This is the only novel I have read which is based on "Oedipus" complex. I think this novel could have been abridged and certainly with a more apt name.






Tuesday, May 24, 2011

UPS Delivery Service (United Parcel Services)


Week before last week UPS delivered a package to our door. Address on the package was ours but not the name. We thought we should look at similar named street in our area  and see if we can hand deliver it to the right individual. After several attempts we did not find the right address or the party. So I called UPS  last week and explained that package does not belong to us. The lady at the other end asked me to leave the package outside our door Monday morning and somebody will pick it up.

Nobody came.

This morning I left the package out again. While I was going for a walk late afternoon, I saw a UPS truck making delivery to one of my neighbours. So I asked the driver if he would kindly pick up the package for me; it was misdelivered and I had already called his office about it.  He said nobody had informed him to pick up any parcel from my home. I said, as long as he was here would he mind doing it. He said, he had to make deliveries, and perhaps he will come back, and he left.

I went on my walk thinking he is not coming back.  He just wanted to get me off his back.

Lo and behold, when I returned from my walk after hour and twenty minutes, parcel was gone. He kept his word.

This is what is so likable about America. I felt bad having doubted his intentions....




Saturday, May 21, 2011

Apocalypse




Apocalypse

Since I am writing this, I guess Apocalypse did not arrive at its foretold time.


Faith defrauded us once again. God damn it...........sigh............a sigh of despair...........

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

More Beads

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Saturday, May 14, 2011

Bhajia-Fritters





Someone sent me this video. A street vendor in Siddhapur, Gujarat, India is removing fritters from boiling oil by his bare hands. I know it is not happening.

I saw it several times. I tuned out commentary, I concentrated on the star, I observed his hands and I observed the audience around the star. Only noticeable; same five-ten seconds footage is shown repeatedly. Therein is the answer, but how? 

If I only knew how I am being tricked............



Sunday, May 8, 2011

"This is it"



Over the years I have seen Michael Jackson grow from a cute little boy to an eccentric big talent. I have liked many of his songs. I have watched his stunning trademark "moonwalk". I have seen him shy, fidgety and nervous in interviews.

But in "This is it" documentary which was to be released after his last world tour concerts, I noticed something I never did before. During rehearsals he was in total command of his as well as others' performances and contributions. He was dripping with pure talent and confidence.

His dancing was smooth and seamless. I felt he had two brains; one on his shoulder and other in his feet. His legs and feet operated independent of his torso and arms. And yet, they glided smoothly in unison. Two brains with absolute synchronicity!!!

Friday, May 6, 2011

Lawn and Earthworms


Our front and back lawns look atrocious. It has been like this for past several seasons. Our landscaper mows the grass, fertilizes it, aerates it and when needed seeds it with Kentucky Blue grass seeds. We water it as and when needed. Nothing seems to help.

I also have noticed that I do not see as many earthworms lately. So far this season I have not seen a single one.That is also for past several seasons.  It used be that, after a shower they will crawl out of the ground. Frequently it would be difficult to avoid stepping on them.

I wonder if there is connection between the two observations.....

Fantastical Greeds



I thank my friend for sending me this article. It is old but relevant and insightful.




Thursday, May 5, 2011

More of Beadwork

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Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Beadwork

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Sunday, May 1, 2011

John Rabe


Having seen so many Nazi-Era movies whether in color or black and white, I feel I need a drink after the show.

Last one in a string of such movies was John Rabe. It was the years of Nazi times but atrocities were inflicted by Japanese; on Chinese. By risking his life and wealth, John Rabe saved hundreds of thousands of Chinese lives in safe zones created by him in Nanking, China. The year was 1937.

I literally, and I mean literally,  feel physical pain when I see someone fall or even trip let alone be killed and tortured. I know it is not believable; but so is the case. The physical pain sharpens multiple folds when I think; if the depiction in movies is half as true as the reality, I am ashamed to belong to a race called human.

One might ask, why then, do you watch such films. I can only reply, that among all such atrocities one often finds sole do-gooder soul who risks all to qualify to be a human; and it warms my heart.

I ask, do I have the courage to do it if I were him?  It frightens me to even pose such question.....I am a coward,  which disqualifies me as human, once again.