There is a pleasure in the pathless woods

I am feeling extremely sad today.

I am sharing a poem with everyone. It is a part from ‘Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage’ written by Lord Bryon . It has made me feel a little better. I hope you fall in love with it.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
   There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
   There is society where none intrudes,
   By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
   I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
   From these our interviews, in which I steal
   From all I may be, or have been before,
   To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.

   Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean–roll!
   Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
   Man marks the earth with ruin–his control
   Stops with the shore;–upon the watery plain
   The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
   A shadow of man’s ravage, save his own,
   When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
   He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.

   His steps are not upon thy paths,–thy fields
   Are not a spoil for him,–thou dost arise
   And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields
   For earth’s destruction thou dost all despise,
   Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,
   And send’st him, shivering in thy playful spray
   And howling, to his gods, where haply lies
   His petty hope in some near port or bay,
And dashest him again to earth: —there let him lay.

#Exam Day – 23

I have been wanting to write about a lot of things – the interesting lady I met, social pressure during COVID, declining health of my new plant, the poem – The Road Not Taken, etc. But exam pressure has kept me away from writing. I am hoping to get back to it as soon the exam is over.

After a long preparation with lots of hope and confidence I took a mock test yesterday. I was not even close to the average cutoff mark. It was very painful to accept the reality. My partner on the other hand has scored reasonably well. I know I was supposed to feel happy for him but I was caught up in my own sadness.

I am not letting it affect me. I am going to continue taking a lot more tests even it I get negative scores. It is, after all, only an examination. I will try my best and let time take me where I am destined. Moving on with Stoic attitude. Thanks to Schingle, a fellow blogger, for introducing me to stoicism.

3 more weeks to go! Breath in.. breath out..

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I have been wanting to start my own small garden in the balcony for a very long time now. I kept putting it off for one or the other reason. The other day when we visited my partner’s close friend, they gifted me with two jasmine saplings. I knew then it was time for me to start.

Today I got a few essentials for gardening – pots, soil and tools, and a basil sapling for starting my new project. It feels amazing. I have three babies now. My partner would disagree as he thinks I have four babies including him as he considers himself to be one.

I must mention. The exceptional gardeners in my blogging circle were also a big inspiration. Thank you all!

#Exam Day – 31

Today is the day my migraine decided to torture me again. I have been eating take-out food a lot since I am preparing for the examination. Unfortunately, the food is not agreeing with me. I have to find a solution for that now.

Post lunch, we rearranged the furniture to make it a comfortable studying place for us. I really hope it doesn’t turn out so comfortable that it becomes our entertainment corner. I have taken my chair next to the window to ensure I get enough sunlight. My partner politely agreed to give me the spot as he considers it to be a pressure cooker during the hot afternoons.

On a different note, yesterday evening we got a new interface for my partner’s online classes – a pen tablet. It is working really well. He seemed very happy with how he conducted the class today. I, on the other hand, had fun drawing with it. I never thought I would enjoy digital drawing as I have always been a pencil and paper girl.

Honestly, even though I enjoy having a good earphone and a pen tablet, I feel the house is getting cluttered with devices. There are wires everywhere. I do not enjoy seeing it. Some time after my exam, I think I will have to spend a week decluttering the house. Have I told you that we do not have a television? It was a conscious decision we had taken to keep us from turning into couch potatoes. Sadly, we have become people who are chained to phones and laptop.

Just 30 more days! Off I go now. Hope you all are safe and happy.

Beautiful clouds in the evening

#Exam Day – 32

I had one class today and post that I have been whiling away my time. The heat is killing me. Especially the evenings when the sun directly hits the room. I think it is the humidity that is causing the trouble. No amount of water is able to quench the thirst. I am hoping for an early monsoon.

My significant other is frustrated as his homemade touch-pen is not helping his online classes. He is looking for a better alternative on which we do not have to spent a lot of money. I think he is frustrated as well with the heat and the classes.

Ohhhhhh, I miss the comfort of nature. I miss being in a home with lots of people. I hope we cross this journey safely. Going back to the chores now.

I am including a song causally sung by my favorite singer Sudeep Palanad. The song depicts the river as a beautiful girl.

Music by: Ravendran
Lyrics: O. N. V. Kurup
Originally sung by: K. J. Yeshudas
Movie: Ente Nandinikuttikku, 1984

#Exam Day – 33

Tough and tired. I have no energy to write a blog but to mark this day let me share a poem.

O Captain! My Captain

(By Walt Whitman)

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

                         But O heart! heart! heart!

                            O the bleeding drops of red,

                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,

                                  Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,

For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

                         Here Captain! dear father!

                            This arm beneath your head!

                               It is some dream that on the deck,

                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,

The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,

From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!

                            But I with mournful tread,

                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,

                                  Fallen cold and dead.

All thanks to Poetry Foundation for making poems available to us at our fingertips.

#Exam Day – 34

An experiment with chicken

Yesterday was not a bad beginning. It did not go the way I expected it to but I cannot classify it as a day wasted. Today I have two online class and a few other studying to finish.

My partner was not feeling very well yesterday. He has suddenly become gloomy. I think it is because of all the classes he has started to teach. He is supposed to finish preparations for a series of classes which are happening in a week’s time. But he has been pushing it around which makes me think he might take my help closer to the classes. Those are going to be sleepless nights. I am not ready for that!

I was thinking about my dog yesterday. I wish she were here with me. She knows how to make me laugh.

#Exam – Day 35

I have 35 days left for exam. The fear has started to kick in. This could be a huge turning point in my life. I have sacrificed two years of my life for this cause. If I manage to clear then I will have to face a big monster in three months’ time. If I do not manage to clear then I have to figure out a new path for myself. It is just a matter of 35 days now. Let us see how it goes

I went out yesterday. I met a few friends after a very long time. We spent couple of hours talking about almost everything. I do not recollect the exact topics of conversation now. One of them, let’s call her Ms. D, lost her father nearly a month ago. We wanted to make sure she was doing alright. I gave her a journal. Hope it helps!

It is almost two in the night. Intending to sleep as soon as possible. I don’t have a huge checklist for today. Just keeping my fingers crossed.

#Poem I read today

I read this poem long back and today I thought about it while I was having my tea. Let me share it with you.

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By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,

By this still hearth, among these barren crags,

Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole

Unequal laws unto a savage race,

That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink

Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy’d

Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with those

That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when

Thro’ scudding drifts the rainy Hyades

Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;

For always roaming with a hungry heart

Much have I seen and known; cities of men

And manners, climates, councils, governments,

Myself not least, but honour’d of them all;

And drunk delight of battle with my peers,

Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.

I am a part of all that I have met;

Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’

Gleams that untravell’d world whose margin fades

For ever and forever when I move.

How dull it is to pause, to make an end,

To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!

As tho’ to breathe were life! Life piled on life

Were all too little, and of one to me

Little remains: but every hour is saved

From that eternal silence, something more,

A bringer of new things; and vile it were

For some three suns to store and hoard myself,

And this gray spirit yearning in desire

To follow knowledge like a sinking star,

Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

         This is my son, mine own Telemachus,

To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,—

Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil

This labour, by slow prudence to make mild

A rugged people, and thro’ soft degrees

Subdue them to the useful and the good.

Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere

Of common duties, decent not to fail

In offices of tenderness, and pay

Meet adoration to my household gods,

When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

         There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:

There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,

Souls that have toil’d, and wrought, and thought with me—

That ever with a frolic welcome took

The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed

Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;

Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;

Death closes all: but something ere the end,

Some work of noble note, may yet be done,

Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:

The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep

Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,

‘T is not too late to seek a newer world.

Push off, and sitting well in order smite

The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds

To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths

Of all the western stars, until I die.

It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,

And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.

Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’

We are not now that strength which in old days

Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;

One equal temper of heroic hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Have fun!

Vincent Ehindero Bloggers Award

I started following Lyn Crain through her ‘Letter – C’ blog, which has been an inspiration for me. Thank you so much Lyn for nominating me for Vincent Ehindero Award.

The Rules:

  1. Thank the person who nominated you with a link to their blog.
  2. Make a post of the award (with a photo of the logo).
  3. Post the rules.
  4. Ask 5-10 questions of your choice.
  5. Nominate 10-30 other bloggers (or more) and notify them.

My answers for Lyn’s questions:

  • What genre is your favorite?

Short Stories and Prose Poetry have always been my favorite reads. Short Stories are like the short bursts of emotions. I would like to refer them to as m&m’s, you know what it can do to you. Poetry is like a candy you savor for a long time. However, I enjoy Prose Poetry more as one does not get caught up with the technicalities but lets the emotions flow.

  • If you could be a character in any story which one would it be?

Josephine March in Little Women is the character I can think about right now. Jo is a strong willed, brave and independent woman who stood by her beliefs and lived her life in her own terms. She was a true feminist in every sense. I cannot recollect anyone else I would want to be right now.

  • Are you veggie lover or a fruit lover?

Fruits!!!! Definitely! I do eat vegetables but I love varieties of fruits. I crave fruits especially when I am sick. There is something about them that is very refreshing, don’t you think? But the funny part is there are certain fruits I refrain from eating, for example, muskmelon. Wondering why? Because it tastes like pumpkin!

  • What era of music is your favorite and why?

All kinds of music of all eras. I listen to songs from 1950s to the present. Mostly my preference for music is correlated to my mood. But certain days it is the other way round as well.

  • If you change one thing in the world, what would it be?

If I get an opportunity to change one thing in the world it is going to be how people treat nature. I do agree that development is very essential but every time I go home I see lesser trees and wider asphalt roads. I really wish to find a way to perfectly coexist without digging our own grave.

  • Why did you begin blogging?

I had never recognised myself to be a writer. It is when I once expressed myself in writing to my partner as I couldn’t express my feeling through speech that a new way of expressing myself opened up. I usually write Prose Poetry which I have never published in a public platform. I keep holding back as I tend to think there is something wrong with it.

  • What makes you laugh?

A lot of things. I have always enjoyed humour and have enjoyed the company of people who have a good humour sense. The most recent incident that made me laugh very hard was when my partner was narrating an incident where a friend (girl) of his accidentally walked in and ran out in shock while he was trying to find happiness as a lone man inside his one-room apartment.

Oh wait! Something just happened. As I write this blog a mosquito happened to sit on the tip of my nose and I had a good five seconds of trying to figure out the calculation for killing the mosquito with the racquet without electrocuting my nose.

My nominations:

My Questions for nominees:

(May be I can keep it fun this time?)

  1. What is the most insufferable dish you have tasted? And what did you do?
  2. What is the naughtiest thing you have done as a child?
  3. When has a child really annoyed you?
  4. Have you stalked someone?
  5. Have you seen a movie which you are embarrassed to talk about?
  6. The three wish you would ask to a gene?
  7. If you could be anything for a day, what would it be?

Have fun!