Leaves of My Tree

(This peice has been reproduced verbatim from the newsletter by Dr.Mardy Grothe. I enjoyed reading this. I hope you will too). On July 2, 1917, Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree died at age 64 in London. The half-brother of the writer and caricaturist Max Beerbohm, he began his career as an actor and ended as the most successful theater manager in thehistory of the English stage. The founder of the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art, he was a prominent figure in London society and is still regarded as one of England's great wits. Throughout his life, Tree kept a small notebook which he used for keeping track of engagements. He alsoused it to record epigrams and aphorisms, many of which have become favorites of quotation lovers: "Every man is a potential genius until he does something." "A gentleman is one who doesn't care whether he is one or not." "A man never knows what a fool he is until he is imitated by one." "It is difficult to be thoroughly...

I want to lead a lonely life, away from all the sorrow and evil. Far away from the city's cacophony, Amongst the trees dense, deep in the woods; Listening to the Nature's rhythm: The rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, The dancing of flowers to the melody of the breeze, Lingering to mysef the song of my heart, Strange and unheard to my own soul; No wonder 'sole' rhymes with 'soul', Soul solely helps us reach the goal, So ... I want to lead a lonely life. Away from all the tesion and obligation; To lead a happy life?or is it sheer escapism? Mounted with fear of being a failure; Well .... cowards turn their backs to life. Run away leaving behind the challenging strife. In the pertext of listening to their soul. Yes... soul does rhyme with sole sole also means ego... hindrance to goal.. So... you want to lead a lonely life? Things are thus, good and bad, accept it; Life is thus, happy and sad, but live it; Don't leave it. ( A thought that came to my mind...

Can I forget you friend? You were there for me always… You wrote my essays ,You taught me my speech. When I was confused, you chose me my love.. And I loved it for you told me to. You told me the way to live with it, But you also made me strong to live without it. Can I forget the day when I felt proud For you said that I could beat the crowd; I remember the day that day when I came to leave you.. Wondering how I would live without you, But you made me think that you were never away For you were there here in your own way. Today… you are back, you are here. But I am afraid you have changed, Which has made us estranged. No longer am I anything in your life I have accepted this after an inner strife. I wonder whether it is a dead end… But can I forget you friend? Can I forget you friend? ( A peice written for a dear friend of mine. Things change, relationships change, but memories remain!)

Why can’t parents be like children? Why can’t parents be like us? Children are so innocent; even when they go around bantering, Though they are behind the pranks, without a ray of diffidence! Calmly wait for the consequence, optimistic in anticipation. But parents are so suspicious; always go around searching, Indicting the blame on the children with words sharp and dense Impatient to wait for the results, ever agog for investigation. Why can’t parents be like children? Why can’t parents be like us? We are so sensible, far sighted with a vision, Always think in the long run, which reflects in every thought and action; We wish to stroll in the sun and drench in the rain; It is imperative for diseases to restrain. Parents are so ludicrous,grown-up, but have no perception; Each and every instruction reflects restriction and convention. Didn’t they teach boiling and cooling milk is Pasteurisation?A method of milk conservation? then why can’t they? Why can’t they understand the concept of h...

The sun only seemed a cracker shining forever, The moon a nice ball of butter, And the stars seem tiny flowers; And some of them under the covers. From a distance the mountain is only a heap; And that lake? In a small bowl you can keep. From atop the sea doesn’t seem deep. But the moon is rough and the sun is a big ball of fire The stars are brighter and the unseen could be bigger The mountain is huge and the lake can overflow. The sea is certainly not shallow . As we go near, better we get to know it… Just as a human heart which is as small as a fist But it can home all whom you list. (from my previous blog)

Every day I look at a star, That particular star in the north. I wait for it to appear; And when there is cloud I have a tear, Often I have a tear. The cloud seems thick Though I have not measured it. It prevents the starlight That makes my face bright. I talk to the star, It never seems to hear; I look at it, I look at it, I am never seen by it even a bit. Why does man wish that which can’t be his? Why take tension to attarct attention Of something that gives you no affection…but How do I tell myself to attain satisfaction? ( quite a compulsarily rhymed poem.. again from my previous blog)

Love, for you will lose yourself if you hate, Care, for everybody deserves it, and you know it when others don’t. Talk. For it is the only thing that can give silence its meaning. Cut? For writing could be redundant without it. Smoke only to know what is more dangerous… Cry coz you needed the injury to make you better person, Be happy… for it can make you austere. Try. That is the only road to success; Live for you also do not know the purpose of your life; Lie when it can delight someone, for truth could be grave. Ask for you are not perfect and you do not know who is. These need not help one acheive the goal But I am sure they will satisfy the soul. (from my previous blog)

I came from there down with dreams of my own, To see the world and to be your world. I came from there down so that I could be your own. I want to grow old and never get sold, For I have seen your life, always full of strife. Holding your fists tight You have stood by the right. When you heard of my existence Happy at the very instance, I know you danced, whenever you found a chance. I promise you from your womb To keep you so till my tomb. I know I am a girl, but I assure the victory flag will unfurl. Papa will never be let by me to bury in debt. At my cost I will marry He need not pay the dowry. I promise never to be a burden and that is for certain. I will reach the sky , will be as good as a boy. Mama, Give me a chance With you I will dance. I came from there down With dreams of my own; Don’t pluck the bud forever, I will be deprived of being a flower. Mama, I love You. Convince papa, can you? (The poem was written long long ago on my previous blog. I decided to transfer the conten...

Insecurity complex is something that I had heard of and spoken a lot about, but had never experienced it. May be that was one of the reasons why had never understood my mother in law fully. It is one of the most intense thoughts that come to ones mind when one's power or authority seems to reduce, or when one has to compete for something that was always available for no effort previously. This complex is apparently, domestically prevalent among women. May be the complex of men does not get so blatant on the home front for in our society it is the woman who is the soul of the home. A woman in our society mostly confines herself to family and kids. That is the only place where her work has to give her the results. In case of a working woman, things are much different. It is enough to boost one's confidence if one's work outside is appreciated. She is knows she is capable of something. But in case of a home-maker, the only people who would give her that confidence to see he...

ಬೇಡಿ ಸಿಕ್ಕಾಗ ಧನ್ಯತೆ ಬೇಡದೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕಾಗ ಅರ್ಹತೆ ಬೇಕಾಗಿದ್ದು ಸಿಕ್ಕಾಗ ತೃಪ್ತಿ ಬೇಕಿಲ್ಲದ್ದು ಸಿಕ್ಕಾಗ ವ್ಯರ್ಥ ಸಿಕ್ಕದೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕಂತಿರುವುದು ಮಾಯೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕು ಸಿಗದಂತಿರುವುದು ನಿರ್ಲಿಪ್ತತೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿದ್ದು ಸಿಕ್ಕಂತೆ ಇರುವುದು ಸತ್ಯ. ವಸ್ತುವಿಗೆ ಇರದ ಭಾವ ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಬರದ ಭಾವ ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಬರುವ ಭಾವ ವಸ್ತುವಿಗೆ ಕೊಡುವ ಭಾವ .

ಸಕಲ ಗ್ರಹ ಬಲ ನೀನೆ ಸರಸಿಜಾಕ್ಷ ನಿಖಿಲ ರಕ್ಷಕ ನೀನೆ ವಿಶ್ವವ್ಯಾಪಕನೆ ರವಿ ಚಂದ್ರ ಬುಧ ನೀನೆ ರಾಹು ಕೇತುವು ನೀನೆ ಕವಿ ಗುರು ಶನಿಯು ಮಂಗಳನು ನೀನೆ ದಿವರಾತ್ರಿಯು ನೀನೆ ನವವಿಧಾನವು ನೀನೆ ಭವರೋಗ ಹರ ನೀನೆ ಭೇಷಜನು ನೀನೆ ಪಕ್ಷ ಮಾಸವು ನೀನೆ ಪರ್ವ ಕಾಲವು ನೀನೆ ನಕ್ಷತ್ರ ಯೋಗ ತಿಥಿ ಕರಣ ನೀನೆ ಅಕ್ಷಯವಾಗಿ ದ್ರೌಪದಿಯ ಮಾನ ಕಾಯ್ದ ಪಕ್ಷಿವಾಹನ ನೀನೆ ರಕ್ಷಕನು ನೀನೆ ಋತು ವತ್ಸರವು ನೀನೆ ಪೃಥ್ವಿಗಾದಿಯು ನೀನೆ ಕ್ರತು ಹೋಮ ಯಜ್ಞ ಸದ್ಗತಿಯು ನೀನೆ ಜಿತವಾಗಿ ಎನ್ನೊಡೆಯ ಪುರಂದರ ವಿಠಲನೆ ಶ್ರುತಿಗೆ ಸಿಲುಕದ ಅಪ್ರತಿಮ ಮಹಿಮಾ ನೀನೆ

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