Thursday, June 12, 2014

Do not go gentle into that good night

"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day; 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light..."
Dylan Thomas's Do not go gentle into that good night is one poem I always remember when I think about death. I studied this in my BA time frame and had an amazing poetry teacher. Dylan Thomas is asking his father who is on deathbed, to not go into the silent night without putting up a fight. He says wise men, good men, brave men, wild men, all are aware of the finality of death and yet do not accept it as friend and do not go gently...

The fact that life's going to end some day, does not mean one should resign against death and accept the defeat. This poem is as much about life as about death. No matter who you are and what you have done, it is not befitting for any man to go gently into that good light. 

Here's the rest of the poem:


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

- Dylan Thomas


Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Butterfly Blue Pea or Gokarna - A miracle in mundane life!

It's not everyday that you find miracles in mundane life.

Everyone knows about the "Gokarna" flower. It grows almost like a wild flower in our gardens. As a child, I have seen it grown among weeds and I always assumed it is a wild flower. Yesterday, on a walk with a friend, we stumbled upon this pretty ink blue flower - Gokarna. But, that's not what I wanted to share.
Gokarna or Butterfly Blue Pea

Since I belong to a generation, which uses Google for searching about every single thing, I googled about this flower and stumbled upon very very interesting things. According to Wikipedia, the scientific name of this flower is Clitoria ternatea. Apparently, it's shaped like a female genitalia, which is another wonder since throughout our childhood we were told it looks like a cow's ear. Cultural differences affect our perception so much! I might have looked at this flower infinite times and yet I was never struck with a similarity with female anatomy :).

The second most interesting thing I learnt is about the edible properties of this flower. Being a foodie, I know about edible zuccini blossoms, or even our local banana flower. Not just can you eat this flower as a snack (fry it), use it as a coloring agent, but the most common uses of Butterfly Blue Pea is to make tea.

Butterfly blue pea flowers are infused in hot water and you can drink this blue tea. There are surprising benefits of this cute little flower. It's good for your eye sight, good for healthy skin, memory boosting, and contains antioxidants which curb the harmful effects of free radicals. I won't go into a list of its benefits as this is not a medical post. You can read more about the benefits here.

Someone's rightly said, several small joys give infinite pleasure than one big happy event. Stumbling upon this creeper, taking its seeds home to sow, reading about its shape and connotations, reading about its medicinal value, edible value, and so on were all small moments of happiness for me. I have memories of morning walks with my grandmom and collecting flowers on our way. The bright blue color was always a favorite.

Now, I am waiting for the plant to grow and infuse its happiness in a blue tea :).

I am so happy I found something that gave me happiness on so many levels!

Friday, May 2, 2014

Being Indian

Source: https://www.facebook.com/drsubramanianswamy/photos/a.118146701658320.18858.107229389416718/401429553330032/?type=1&theater

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Goodbye 2013, Welcome 2014

I am not so good at remembering things, so this is not going to be a rewind post on how 2013 was. 2013 was good for me, well, as far as I remember, all 28 years of my life have been good to me (So now you know how old I am and that I am an optimist). I am bad at keeping my resolutions, so this is not going to be a post on my future goals or resolutions for 2014 either.

If 2013 has taught me one thing, then it is that life is made of lot of unexpected joys and sorrows. The more we plan, prepare, research, and decide things that we would want to do, the more unexpected events are arriving at your door. The only thing I remember is how crazy the world was when we were at the end of the year 2012, an impending apocalypse expected by many. Yet, we survived the frenzy and are very much here to welcome 2014.

Life, to me, is almost surreal.

Surrealism was the cultural movement that started in the 1920s with an aim to resolve the previous contradictory conditions of dreams and reality*. While I am not going to talk about what the previous era was, or what happened during the surrealism movement, I will only share the most amazing piece of the surrealistic movement and the one I admire and associate my time most with.

Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Persistence_of_Memory
This is the painting by Salvador Dali, a Spanish surrealist painter. Dalí attributed his "love of everything that is gilded and excessive, my passion for luxury and my love of oriental clothes" to an "Arab lineage", claiming that his ancestors were descended from the Moors.**

The painting - Persistence of Memory# is one of my favorite paintings. I am not a painter, neither do I understand art, but I this painting invokes in me a sense of timelessness, a feeling of extreme turmoil, peace, and despair co-existing within me.

Life, to me, is almost surreal.

*source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surrealism
** source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salvador_Dal%C3%AD
# source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Persistence_of_Memory