Wednesday 2 November 2011

Macbeth


Macbeth
The first act of the play opens amidst thunder and lightning with the Three Witches deciding that their next meeting shall be with Macbeth. In the following scene, a wounded sergeant reports to King Duncan of Scotland that his generals — Macbeth, who is the Thane of Glamis, and Banquo — have just defeated the allied forces of Norway and Ireland, who were led by the traitor Macdonwald. Macbeth, the King's kinsman, is praised for his bravery and fighting prowess.
The scene changes. Macbeth and Banquo enter, discussing the weather and their victory ("So foul and fair a day I have not seen").[1] As they wander onto a heath, the Three Witches enter, who have waited to greet them with prophecies. Even though Banquo challenges them first, they address Macbeth. The first witch hails Macbeth as "Thane of Glamis," the second as "Thane of Cawdor," and the third proclaims that he shall "be King hereafter." Macbeth appears to be stunned to silence, so again Banquo challenges them. The witches inform Banquo that he will father a line of kings, though he himself will not be one. While the two men wonder at these pronouncements, the witches vanish, and another thane, Ross, a messenger from the King, arrives and informs Macbeth of his newly bestowed title: Thane of Cawdor. The first prophecy is thus fulfilled. Immediately, Macbeth begins to harbour ambitions of becoming king.
Macbeth writes to his wife about the witches' prophecies. When Duncan decides to stay at the Macbeths' castle at InvernessLady Macbeth hatches a plan to murder him and secure the throne for her husband. Although Macbeth raises concerns about the regicide, Lady Macbeth eventually persuades him, by challenging his manhood, to follow her plan.
On the night of the king's visit, Macbeth hallucinates before entering Duncan's quarters, believing he sees a bloody dagger. Macbeth later reunites with his wife, having "done the deed." He is so shaken that Lady Macbeth has to take charge. In accordance with her plan, she frames Duncan's sleeping servants for the murder by placing bloody daggers on them. Early the next morning, Lennox, a Scottish nobleman, and Macduff, the loyal Thane of Fife, arrive.[2] A porter opens the gate and Macbeth leads them to the king's chamber, where Macduff discovers Duncan's corpse. In a feigned fit of anger, Macbeth murders the guards before they can protest their innocence. Macduff is immediately suspicious of Macbeth, but does not reveal his suspicions publicly. Fearing for their lives, Duncan's sons flee, Malcolm to England and Donalbain to Ireland. The rightful heirs' flight makes them suspects and Macbeth assumes the throne as the new King of Scotland as a kinsman of the dead king. Banquo reveals this to the audience, and while skeptical of the new King Macbeth, remembers the witches' prophecy about him.
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Théodore Chassériau (1819–1856),Macbeth seeing the Ghost of Banquo, 1854
Despite his success, Macbeth, also aware of this prophecy, remains uneasy about this, so Macbeth invites Banquo to a royal banquet, where he discovers that Banquo and his young son, Fleance, will be riding out that night. He hires two men to kill them; a third murderer appears in the park before the murder. The assassins succeed in killing Banquo, but Fleance escapes. At the banquet, Macbeth invites his lords and Lady Macbeth to a night of drinking and merriment. Banquo's ghost enters and sits in Macbeth's place. Macbeth grows furious as the ghost is only visible to himself. The others panic at the sight of Macbeth raging at an empty chair, until a desperate Lady Macbeth tells them that her husband is merely afflicted with a familiar and harmless malady. The ghost departs and returns once more, causing the same riotous anger in Macbeth. This time, the lords flee.
Macbeth, disturbed, visits the Three Witches once more. They conjure up three spirits with three further warnings and prophecies: an armed head tells him to, "beware Macduff,"[3] a bloody child, that warns, "none of woman born / shall harm Macbeth," and a crowned child holding a tree, stating Macbeth will "never vanquish'd be until / Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill / shall come against him". Macbeth is informed that Macduff is in exile in England. Macbeth, believing that he is safe, puts to death everyone in Macduff's castle, including Macduff's wife and their young son.
Lady Macbeth becomes wracked with guilt from the crimes she and her husband have committed. She sleepwalks and tries to wash imaginary bloodstains from her hands, all the while speaking of the terrible things she knows she pressed her husband to do.
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Lady Macbeth sleepwalking by Henry Fuseli
In England, Macduff is informed by Ross that his "castle is surprised; [his] wife and babes / Savagely slaughter'd."[4] Macbeth, now viewed as a tyrant, sees many of his thanes defecting. Malcolm leads an army, along with Macduff and Englishmen Siward (the Elder), the Earl of Northumberland, against Dunsinane Castle. While encamped in Birnam Wood, the soldiers are ordered to cut down and carry tree limbs to camouflage their numbers, thus fulfilling the witches' third prophecy. Meanwhile, Macbeth delivers a soliloquy ("Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow")[5] upon his learning of Lady Macbeth's death (the cause is undisclosed, and some assume that she committed suicide, as Malcolm's last reference to her reveals "'tis thought, by self and violent hands / Took off her life").[6]
A battle culminates in the slaying of the young Siward and Macduff's confrontation with Macbeth. Macbeth boasts that he has no reason to fear Macduff, for he cannot be killed by any man born of woman. Macduff declares that he was "from his mother's womb / Untimely ripp'd"[7] (i.e., born by Caesarean section) and was not "of woman born" (an example of a literary quibble), fulfilling the second prophecy. Macbeth realizes too late that he has misinterpreted the witches' words. Macduff beheads Macbeth offstage and thereby fulfills the first prophecy.
Although Malcolm, and not Fleance, is placed on the throne, the witches' prophecy concerning Banquo ("Thou shalt get kings") was known to the audience of Shakespeare's time to be true: James VI of Scotland (later also James I of England) was supposedly a descendant of Banquo.[8]

Sunday 23 October 2011

Students


Students
          A student is a delightful creature comes in assorted sizes, weights, and colours, but he/she has the creed: to enjoy every second of every minute of every hour of every school day and to protest with noise against the teacher.
         
In class rooms students are found everywhere – on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around, or jumping to. Parents love them, allow them too. But Heaven protects them too.
         
A student is
                             Truth with dirt on its face,
                             Beauty with a cut on its finger,
                             Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair, and the
                             Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.
         
When a teacher is busy, a student is an inconsiderate, bothersome, intruding jangle of noise. When a teacher wants to teach his/her brain turns to jelly or else he/she becomes a savage, sadistic, jungle creature bent on destroying the world and himself/herself with it.
         
A student is a composite – He/She has
                             The appetite of a horse,
                             The digestion of a sword swallower,
                             The energy of a pocket – sized atomic bomb,
                             The curiosity of a cat,
                             The imagination of a Senthil,
                             The audacity of a steel trap,
                             The enthusiasm of a firecracker.
         
A student is a magical creature – the teacher
                             Cannot lock him/her with books, but the teacher
                             Can lock him/her in his/her heart.
         
He/She is teacher’s captor, jailor, boss, and master
         
But when the teacher comes to class room with only the shattered pieces of his/her ideas and dreams, the student can mend the teacher like new with the two magical words, “Good morning(evening) sir/ma`am!”

Illusion (don’t believe what you hear)


Illusion (don’t believe what you hear)
          I entered the principal’s room and told him I had finished all the formalities. He asked me a few questions about my experience, my antecedents generally, the mode in which I propose to use the knowledge I acquire and finally, he said, “When do you wish to begin?”
          “Now,” I replied.
          “Well, these two records you should maintain, the first one is late comers’ record and second one is dress code record. M….m the other one is disciplinary record as you are a new students’ counselor I’ll maintain this.”
          I glanced at the records.
          “One thing Mr. Senthil,” principal continued, “when the students make mistakes, you should make them realize their mistakes and not punish them even verbally”
          “These nitty-gritties I know sir.”
          “Ok all the best” he walked off. I went to the reception hall. It was 9.30 am. From there I saw, a father and his sons rushing into the school. Wow, I was tempted to counsel the parent. I’d list out all the points the student had to face for coming late. The person next to me buzzed, “He is a politician, the area counselor.” But I know no one could stop me when I had decided to follow the rules.
          I stopped them and began entering their names in the record. The father gazed me and told, “I want to meet principal”.        
          “Yea, sure. I’m working as per the principal’s order.”
          After a while I heard the principal’s voice from his chamber, “Senthil, be flexible, remove the names from the record.” 

I, Ant (an action thriller)


I, Ant (an action thriller)
          This was the first time ever my mother had allowed me to travel alone, and I had to promise her to behave myself and above all I should stick with my group…. And it was precisely that promise that was to be broken first of all. We were walking deep inside a thick forest where often robbers pop up to pick our things.
          We turned left side. Our group had to travel toward east. This is shadowy and our journey by walking so nice. Because I was empty handed. But so much of my co-travellers were having big packages in their hands. Suddenly one of our group leaders screamed in a strangled voice “Fire!” and collapsed in a dead faint. This produced a most violent commotion. No one remained in his place and we all made a dash with each other. How was it that we had not noticed before this the smoke. I simply cannot understand it. Here and there red glow, as of burning coal, flared up.
          Three great pillars of smoke, through which tongues of flame flickered, rose on either side of our group. I saw that some workers ran and came by me. I stared their cold, energetic faces; their eyes were reflecting the flames with an almost blood-stained glint, inspired instinctive terror. They pushed me and ran away. Not knowingly I got up and ran after them. But they disappeared.
          As for myself, I took refuge near a big wet plank and sat down on one of its lower rungs. I looked horror-struck at the ruddy foam that boiled and bubbled beneath me and sent spray up to my face. I kept saying myself: “So that’s where I shall have to die at the age of nineteen!” Then I made up my mind to ran rather than be roasted alive. The flames rose in an arch above me and I could clearly distinguish their howl from the crying voice of our group.
          As I was running I saw a big wide hole. “Jump!” I cried myself, stretching out my arms. At that movement, the success of my bold attempt, the conviction that I was safe from the flames filled me with quite incredible strength and courage.
          I ran rapidly toward my group. Only a few of our group were lost, eight in all. Nearly all our baggage, I fear, was lost. But I got the courage that no one could destroy all of us. Even you. Before using fire to kill us in your backyard think twice. You can’t kill us.  

The Scanner


The Scanner
          We were seated in our staff room as she walked swiftly by us, turned a corner sharply, and was gone.
          “She is a good-looking girl, no.” I said to Shamala, who was deep in preparing on Shakespeare for the next hour class.
          “Do you mean the girl, walking rapidly with noise, as if she is only wearing heals.” Shamala asked me.
          “You heard the noise! Just now she crossed.”
          “Yes,” Shamala told, “with that dull colored cotton dress on. It’s a copy of college girls from Mujse Fraaanship Karoge, and poor, and also failed. The shoes are not go with that dress. You’d think, though, that a navy blue jeans with it, especially with her Zero Gravity perfume on her.”
          “Zero Gravity? I didn’t notice that.”
          “Good heavens, that is the only perfume comes with 33% more and 25% discount.”
          “Is it? But I’m using Fa.”
          “So you are sitting near me. I don’t mind fairly natural make-up. But you should use scraper to remover hers.”
          “I didn’t look at her face.”
          “I know you are comparing your tummy.”
          “Is she not a good looking girl?” I asked, thinking my complementary has failed.
          “M… m, you may be correct.” Shamala told. “I was busy with Shakespeare and I didn’t notice her particularly. What is correct – Marloew or Marlowe?