Romanticism and Rationalism. Two distinct, yet entwined concepts. Often they are seen as antonyms of each other. Yet, are they really as alien to each other as it appears on the surface? Can you not trace a speckle of truth in imagination? Do you not see a hint of colour to science?
Giles claims to have written a storybook and not a textbook, Continue reading From Ideas to Iconic Brands – Giles Lury
Last year, I was in a village in Gujarat, trying to understand about menstrual hygiene among rural women. It was fascinating that the topic of menstruation brought a lot of laughter among them, Clearly, they were ashamed to talk about the hush topic which was apparently dirty and unhygienic. It didn’t matter that I was also a woman and went through the same cycle. Continue reading “PaperPlanes#11 – It’s Poetry. Period.”
Imagine a man whose list of admirers reads like this:
- poets and writers of the order of Lord Byron, Leigh Hunt, Thomas Love Peacock, Mary Shelley, Keats, Robert Browning and Thomas Hardy
- social activists, no less than Henry David Thoreau, Leo Tolstoy, Karl Marx, Mahatma Gandhi and Martin Luther King Jr,
- intellectual giants on the scale of Oscar Wilde, George Bernard Shaw, Bertrand Russell, WB Yeats and Aldous Huxley
Poetry is not for everyone; so wrong. Perhaps poetry in all languages is not for everyone. That means it is not enough if you know the language to enjoy the poem. Continue reading PaperPlanes#9 – Poetry Has A Language, And It Doesn’t Have To Be Your Mother Tongue
What king, let alone the Emperor of the greatest of all kingdoms, India, would speak with this humility to the woman of his dreams, begging for his daily wages of insults! Continue reading PaperPlanes#8 -The Lost Emperor
Poetry has always been a Pandora’s box for me. Through the years, as I learned to read into words and pauses, it opened a world that I wanted to embrace. Fraught with emotions, desires, and innocence, there are poems to this day that I earmark for each feeling I cannot fit into the conventional labelling. Continue reading “PaperPlanes#7 – Food For Soul”
The willow grove’s visible prayer holds much more beauty for me now, as do all the phases of a day. Now I want to be a part of every sunrise, and every sunset and find romance in noon. Continue reading PaperPlanes#6 – Boast of Quietness
A rose may smell as sweet by any other name but a child’s first words with the maternal force of divine, in any shape or form other than the rhythmical, cadenced cry cannot weave the same magic in the ears or the airs of the world. Continue reading PaperPlanes#5 – His Words are Great Music!
Mahadevi Verma starts after Satan has fallen because she may be sweeping the floor off and preparing to start the next round when the doomsday prediction is around the corner. Continue reading PaperPlanes#4 – Panth Rehne Do Aparichit, Pran Rehne Do Akela