Aasie tcha tchetch! ( Is it only our distress!)

I was an unwelcome entry, who would soon turn to be a questioning and thus irritating inmate for the whole time to come in a Higher Secondary that looked a prototype of our recently opened or, to be crude, upgraded secondary schools. “Unwelcome”, because my entry would mean an immediate end of duties of the Lecturer that had a waging tail attached to its title: Contractual. “It” is a crudely inappropriate pronoun for a Human being! Isn`t it? But does that really matter. That is actually how we treat them; as machines who have been sent for a fixed time to serve us and then finally to be thrown out. And we do the duty in a pretty honest manner, we make them work as much as we can, we don`t recognize their work even if that is better than most of the permanent staff, we don’t allow them any respite because we overburden them with not only work but remarkable disrespect and discomfort. But, what can we do? We can’t do anything. To be a permanent employ in any Govt office is to be an unfettered king who not only enjoy respect and money, but also an unacknowledged right to exploit and show disregard for all others who have the Unfortunate tail. This venomous attitude has passed on to the young students also. They too think that the only teachers “worthy” of their respect and attention are the permanent ones, and they look upon the contractuals with eyes full of honest disregard.

So, out one goes as I entered! Soon, I started my work. I was thrown into the mouth of an overfed room with some eighty unruly students. I wish I could have the magical wand so that I could have stretched the dimensions of the room to make it a bit comfortable for them. The jute mats that received their shining black and white uniforms were well designed with dust, mud and all kinds of dirt. This was in close proximity with the designs on the once upon white washed walls. I saw handmade charcoal paintings that resembled the contempory postmodern art; designs ranging from names of students (ancient and modern) to the some weird (in)human figures staring at me from all sides, in-between were the  sparkling phrases like  Zakhmi Aabid, Tanha Sameer, Bewafa Basheer .I took out the attendance register and started shouting their names. It was then that I learned that my class has more than one hundred and eighty students. I was puzzled and agitated that had all of them come, where would have we stuffed them. May be our head of the institute knows? But later when I asked him, he nodded his head in an unpredictable and uninterpretable manner that, I think, meant we could or we could not, or both. Perhaps it was sign of helplessness on his part as well. I wondered how an institution can admit students without having even basic infrastructure. Inspired by the archetypal image of Abrahim Linchon who studied under the street lamp posts, used borrowed books and became the pride of American history, our politicians perhaps had this proud example in mind while upgrading these schools without providing them the basic facilities. But how many of these proud men have our history produced! Perhaps we should ask a state historian to cite few proud names.

To return to the class room, I looked for the unborn duster and finally used a handkerchief to restore the black dignity of the raged and aged black/grey board. As I started a formal introduction, the cows that were tied outside my class room (on the side that is a private property) coupled and started mooing, perhaps she was more eager to introduce herself, this made the whole class room uncomfortable till one energetic student got out of the window and somehow put an end to the music, and the school bell joined to end my hour.  Before I left the class room, one of the eager students got up and asked, “Sir, tsche kyahaw choe naau”? I was not wonderstruck at the informality of language for I had already witnessed my colleagues calling students in much derogatory and ethically offensive language. If we can’t respect our students, how can we expect them to respect us!  

For the next hour I engrossed myself into a book in the lonely corner of the school laboratory. Should I call it a laboratory? Perhaps I should because it had some age old science equipments decorated in mess. Does it matter that it changes roles every hour? I was excited to know that it is used as staff resting room during vacant hours, dining hall during the break time, cooking place, and sometimes as class room when the number of students is low, particularly for the specially privileged science students who don’t really care about the attendance, and take admission just to make sure that they can appear in the final examination as regular students. They are regular at other places: the coaching centres ironically run by the same teachers who teach in the school. How do we justify that, I wonder! Perhaps these privileged students might be getting better laboratory facilities to carry out their experiments there, or do they get good marks in the term tests , or threats of being failed or being fined if they don`t join the academic prostitution centres run my our academic guardian in the name of coaching centres. Or maybe these teachers are divinely inspired in knowledge of their expertise and experience these divine fits during private hours only that makes them able to deliver gold in the private centres and brass in the school. Oh God, why don’t you inspire them while they are on duty?

Afterwards, I talked to my colleagues, and asked them all sorts of unsettling question on issues ranging from lack of basic infrastructure in the school to the lack of student attendance in the classes. I was startled at the swift answer, “you have come from the IIT Karagpur, and it will take you awhile to settle here and be absorbed into this system and this work culture, let’s not waste time, and quickly decide on what special dishes we are going to have for the tomorrow`s lunch here; one of the class IV employs cooks really good, why should we bother about all this? Aase tcha tchech!”  I was bewildered by the strange attitude of my new found colleagues to the horrible problems confronting our school.  I thought I would request the Education Director to relocate me to a new place, but did against it when three of my friends called in the evening, I learned that it is the same all over. May be soon I will learn the tricks of the trade. Aasei tcha tchech!

Urgent Notice.

Dear Student

The following students of Section 12, Group B are requested to call or meet me in person in my office latest by April 10, 2010, 17:OO Hours.

09MA2001
09MI2030

In case they are not part of this group or don`t visit the blog page. I would request their friends/students who know them to inform them.

Best

Friday Class

Dear Students ( All Section 11)

The class timings on Friday, 02 April 2010, are different than the usual ones because it is a holiday, and I suppose you are all relatively free on this date.

The Time and Venue for this class is 10:30 am, Friday 2 April 2010 at (V3 Vikramshila).

All the Best

Friday Class.

Dear Section 11 Students ( Both Groups)

We will have a class on Friday as posted yesterday, and MAY decide a new test date in the class as some students have certain issues with the date.

No individual queries in this regard shall be replied.

Thank You

VERY VERY URGENT.

Dear Section 11 Students ( Both Groups)

There WILL BE  A COMMON TUTORIAL for BOTH THE SECTIONS on Friday, 2 April 2010. You are requested to be in the class (V3 Vikramshila) at 10:30 am. On Saturday, 3 April 2010 you will have your last tutorial of the Semester...So a brief assessment test will be taken on the final day. I hope you will
prepare well. The assessment test is intended to test your knowledge of Grammar, and reading comprehension.

Please read the material under following links for your tutorial exams:

Verbs         Prepositions             Conjunctions                      Articles

Clauses           Technical Report writing        Homonym   Basic Essay      

 

Essential Word List
                            

All the Very Best.

FOR MONDAY 22 MARCH,2010.

THE FOLLOWING STORY WILL BE DISCUSSED IN THE NEXT CLASS ON MONDAY 22 March,2010

You can download the story in a printable document form at:

http://www.scribd.com/full/28299949?access_key=key-hcx43yya22fua577zt3

The discussion shall focus on: Content, language use, style, vocabulary and shall be followed by students response( in writing) to the story.

So READ WELL.

ONE fine morning the collegiate assessor, Kirill Ivanovitch Babilonov, who had died of the two afflictions so widely spread in our country, a bad wife and alcoholism, was being buried. As the funeral procession set off from the church to the cemetery, one of the deceased's colleagues, called Poplavsky, got into a cab and galloped off to find a friend, one Grigory Petrovitch Zapoikin, a man who though still young had acquired considerable popularity. Zapoikin, as many of my readers are aware, possesses a rare talent for impromptu speechifying at weddings, jubilees, and funerals. He can speak whenever he likes: in his sleep, on an empty stomach, dead drunk or in a high fever. His words flow smoothly and evenly, like water out of a pipe, and in abundance; there are far more moving words in his oratorical dictionary than there are beetles in any restaurant. He always speaks eloquently and at great length, so much so that on some occasions, particularly at merchants' weddings, they have to resort to assistance from the police to stop him.

"I have come for you, old man!" began Poplavsky, finding him at home. "Put on your hat and coat this minute and come along. One of our fellows is dead, we are just sending him off to the other world, so you must do a bit of palavering by way of farewell to him. . . . You are our only hope. If it had been one of the smaller fry it would not have been worth troubling you, but you see it's the secretary . . . a pillar of the office, in a sense. It's awkward for such a whopper to be buried without a speech."

"Oh, the secretary!" yawned Zapoikin. "You mean the drunken one?"

"Yes. There will be pancakes, a lunch . . . you'll get your cab-fare. Come along, dear chap. You spout out some rigmarole like a regular Cicero at the grave and what gratitude you will earn!"

Zapoikin readily agreed. He ruffled up his hair, cast a shade of melancholy over his face, and went out into the street with Poplavsky.

"I know your secretary," he said, as he got into the cab. "A cunning rogue and a beast -- the kingdom of heaven be his -- such as you don't often come across."

"Come, Grisha, it is not the thing to abuse the dead."

"Of course not, aut mortuis nihil bene, but still he was a rascal."

The friends overtook the funeral procession and joined it. The coffin was borne along slowly so that before they reached the cemetery they were able three times to drop into a tavern and imbibe a little to the health of the departed.

In the cemetery came the service by the graveside. The mother-in-law, the wife, and the sister-in-law in obedience to custom shed many tears. When the coffin was being lowered into the grave the wife even shrieked "Let me go with him!" but did not follow her husband into the grave probably recollecting her pension. Waiting till everything was quiet again Zapoikin stepped forward, turned his eyes on all present, and began:

"Can I believe my eyes and ears? Is it not a terrible dream this grave, these tear-stained faces, these moans and lamentations? Alas, it is not a dream and our eyes do not deceive us! He whom we have only so lately seen, so full of courage, so youthfully fresh and pure, who so lately before our eyes like an unwearying bee bore his honey to the common hive of the welfare of the state, he who . . . he is turned now to dust, to inanimate mirage. Inexorable death has laid his bony hand upon him at the time when, in spite of his bowed age, he was still full of the bloom of strength and radiant hopes. An irremediable loss! Who will fill his place for us? Good government servants we have many, but Prokofy Osipitch was unique. To the depths of his soul he was devoted to his honest duty; he did not spare his strength but worked late at night, and was disinterested, impervious to bribes. . . . How he despised those who to the detriment of the public interest sought to corrupt him, who by the seductive goods of this life strove to draw him to betray his duty! Yes, before our eyes Prokofy Osipitch would divide his small salary between his poorer colleagues, and you have just heard yourselves the lamentations of the widows and orphans who lived upon his alms. Devoted to good works and his official duty, he gave up the joys of this life and even renounced the happiness of domestic existence; as you are aware, to the end of his days he was a bachelor. And who will replace him as a comrade? I can see now the kindly, shaven face turned to us with a gentle smile, I can hear now his soft friendly voice. Peace to thine ashes, Prokofy Osipitch! Rest, honest, noble toiler!"

Zapoikin continued while his listeners began whispering together. His speech pleased everyone and drew some tears, but a good many things in it seemed strange. In the first place they could not make out why the orator called the deceased Prokofy Osipitch when his name was Kirill Ivanovitch. In the second, everyone knew that the deceased had spent his whole life quarelling with his lawful wife, and so consequently could not be called a bachelor; in the third, he had a thick red beard and had never been known to shave, and so no one could understand why the orator spoke of his shaven face. The listeners were perplexed; they glanced at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

"Prokofy Osipitch," continued the orator, looking with an air of inspiration into the grave, "your face was plain, even hideous, you were morose and austere, but we all know that under that outer husk there beat an honest, friendly heart!"

Soon the listeners began to observe something strange in the orator himself. He gazed at one point, shifted about uneasily and began to shrug his shoulders too. All at once he ceased speaking, and gaping with astonishment, turned to Poplavsky.

"I say! he's alive," he said, staring with horror.

"Who's alive?"

"Why, Prokofy Osipitch, there he stands, by that tombstone!"

"He never died! It's Kirill Ivanovitch who's dead."

"But you told me yourself your secretary was dead."

"Kirill Ivanovitch was our secretary. You've muddled it, you queer fish. Prokofy Osipitch was our secretary before, that's true, but two years ago he was transferred to the second division as head clerk."

"How the devil is one to tell?"

"Why are you stopping? Go on, it's awkward."

Zapoikin turned to the grave, and with the same eloquence continued his interrupted speech. Prokofy Osipitch, an old clerk with a clean-shaven face, was in fact standing by a tombstone. He looked at the orator and frowned angrily.

"Well, you have put your foot into it, haven't you!" laughed his fellow-clerks as they returned from the funeral with Zapoikin. "Burying a man alive!"

"It's unpleasant, young man," grumbled Prokofy Osipitch. "Your speech may be all right for a dead man, but in reference to a living one it is nothing but sarcasm! Upon my soul what have you been saying? Disinterested, incorruptible, won't take bribes! Such things can only be said of the living in sarcasm. And no one asked you, sir, to expatiate on my face. Plain, hideous, so be it, but why exhibit my countenance in that public way! It's insulting."

IN ADDITION, FOLLOW THE FOLLOWING LINKS AND DO THE READINGS ON ADJECTIVES, ADVERBS AND CONJUNCTIONS:

                                         http://grammar.ccc.commnet.edu/grammar/adjectives.htm

                                         http://grammar.ccc.commnet.edu/grammar/adverbs.htm 

                                         http://grammar.ccc.commnet.edu/grammar/conjunctions.htm

Derrida, Lacan and ZG Mohammad: An Intellectual found!

Contrary to the traditional “keep it simple” rule, a good number of modern writers are accused of hinging their writings on obscurity and ambiguity making great demands on a reader to understand them. I remember my first encounter, with two great French intellectuals of the twentieth century, Jacques Derrida, and Jacques Lacan, when I was pursuing my Masters in English Literature. I would wake up weeping at 3am with nightmares about trying to understand them. Both have a writing style that is obscure, to say the least, apparently bordering on gibberish, at worst. As the angry critics have already announced, when you pick up Derrida and Lacan for the first time you will find a text which is dense, convoluted, elliptical and seemingly impenetrable, even by the most demanding standards of the current critical academy. Their impassable writing style is partly ascribed to their content: Derrida attempted a deconstruction of the whole of Western philosophy, and Lacan dealt with the human Unconscious. When the subject is grand, the style itself becomes dense and intense. My trouble with reading the great French men did not last long. I am now, more or less, comfortable with their peculiar writing style- a consummation that I devoutly wished for in my Masters. But Lacan and Derrida are not alone in creating this wilful obscurity, there are others also, in fact more impenetrable and incomprehensible than them. I am proud that my land, Kashmir, has produced one such genius of a writer, ZG Mohammad: a famous Greater Kashmir columnist whose iconoclastic writing style should go down in the history of English writing as the greatest manifestation of profound obscurity and sincere incongruity.

A legitimate measure of the influence of a thinker or writer on a discipline is the extent to which s/he transforms its customs, protocols and practices in a manner that makes it difficult to conceive how things were done before s/he appeared on the scene. Such transformations and changes are usually incorporated into the discipline and presupposed by those who come later. This explains why we often have a thankless relationship with the most influential thinkers. By definition then, great intellectuals are often those who change the way we do things in a peculiarly thankless way. But we should not maintain a thankless relation with our intellectual thinker, ZG Mohammad. He may not know it, as greatness is never apparent to itself, but we know that he has made a remarkable contribution to the writing style of English by introduction of a new form of writing. This is amply demonstrated by his recent Punchline in the daily Greater Kashmir, August 10, 2009.

I read the essay (should I call it an essay?) over a hundred times as every new reading provided a new dimension of “joy” that was soon to become hysterical . Unable to decipher the style, I asked my friends to read it, teachers were also invoked for help and inspiration, but, ultimately, only to add more confusion and obscurity. Then, finally, his own writing provided a key to the mystery.

Whether one agrees or disagrees with his political outlook the writings and noting of Ambassador Yusuf Buch are a part of Kashmir’s political literature that have could be seen as good as Edward Said’s works on Palestine. His works on Kashmir need to be compiled, researched and preserved. (GK, 10 August,2009)

Whether one cares about the writings and “noting” of Buch, one must take sufficient care to preserve the writing of ZG Mohammad. In his vain search for the Edward Said of Kashmir, he has made a remarkably great contribution to the writing style that can only be pronounced as “miraculous.” His style is continuous like the flow of the river Lidder. Inversely inspired by Raja Rao, Mohammad`s style is interminable. He has neither punctuation nor the treacherous prepositions to bother him. Episode follows episode, and when his thoughts stop, his sentence stops. His Paragraphs try to explore an idea, or tell a tale, but fail as the most heterogeneous events are yoked together by violence, ultimately, availing nothing, affecting nothing.

His peculiar style of writing incorporates explanations which are irrelevant. Titles of books and articles are not italicised, underlined or kept in inverted commas. He has mastered the art of writing multi-clause sentences without any provisions for a pause. Comma is rarely used- economic recession has affected its usage also, or does it carry the dreadful H1N1 virus? I have no answers. Mohammad enjoys the liberty of conferring greatness on Ghada Karmi, a Palestinian doctor of medicine, author and academic, without reading any of her writings. “Face of Kashmir” to him is “Kashmiri Face”, “Kashmiri Diasporas”, like many other terms is a novel coinage by him. He honours no difference between “on” and “in”: he seems to interchange them on impulse. He makes pronouns dance to the beats of this writings; they live off the false hopes of their nouns’ arrival. A quotation mark opens and remains open for its entire life. In his democratic writing style, clauses are not separated. It does not honour main and subordinate clauses.

The writer`s search for an intellectual voice for the problem of Kashmir may not be a viable one, but we have got our intellectual: the Kashmiri equivalent to Lacanian style of writing. Except that in the case of Lacan or Derrida, their translators have made sure to have got the grammar right. I am not being perverse. But the only density I could spot in his writing was that of grammatical bankruptcy. What’s more? I wonder what was the editorial team doing? Derrida and Lacan were actually trying to explore pertinent and profound issues which they did offer clues about. When one reads them in depth, one does identify the layers within which their content posits itself. Not the case with Mr Mohamed. I wonder why.

INTONATION IN ENGLISH

I am glad to upload my lecture on Intonation, considered by most of the language teachers as something hard to teach and learn. While I don`t completely disagree with it , I equally feel that most of the language teachers ( at least in the countries where English has the status of Second or Foreign Language) make it very puzzling for the students by making a simple generalization that Intonation cannot be learnt.

What I have tried to do here is to confront these approaches head-on by making a case that intonation, like another element of ELT can be taught quite easily.

The present lecture is part of a two hour lecture on Intonation delivered to the students of the Advanced level proficiency course in English, a part time course offered by The English and Foreign Languages University, Hyderabad.

My lecture focuses on the difference between what we say and how we say. Making this a starting point brings out the importance of Intonation to the semantic value of a sentence,

apart from content words.

Although the quality of the video is not that good, I hope it is of help to all ESL/EFL learners. I have included the slides also, those I used in the class room. Together, I hope, it should guide you to a good understanding of the topic.

I thank EFL-University, Hyderabad for making this possible.

You can also download a better quality video by following the links bellow:

http://rapidshare.com/files/246580648/Bilal.mpg.001.zip http://rapidshare.com/files/246580648/Bilal.mpg.001.zip

Comments are welcome.

Thank you.

Bilal A. Shah

No racism in Australia

By Afroz Shah The recent attacks on Indian students in two major cities of Australia (Melbourne and Sydney) have surprised everyone. This is because Australia is considered to be the safest place to live in, and more so a favorite educational destination for international students. The blame that India made against Australia by considering it a racist country is a serious concern and should be addressed properly. The attacks on a couple of students from Indian origin were taken as an assault against the whole of the Indian nation. Is it really true; let us try to logically follow the whole process. The answers lie in facts, which are clear to all of us. About 12 Indian people have so far been targeted. If we look into the depth of each such ease, it becomes clear that in the majority of these attacks, there was no element of any racism. Most of these incidents occurred in the night time, when one cannot even distinguish about someone’s origin. Also there are people from other countries like Pakistan, Nepal, Bhutan, Bangladesh and Sri Lanka which look similar in their facial and physical appearances. One wonders how one can even understand in the darkness of nights about someone’s original place of birth. Another important thing to understand is the biased approach of the Indian media against Australia. During the same night when one Indian student was stabbed, an Australian was killed by some criminals. There was no mention of this incident in the bulk of the Indian Media. Also according to recent reports, there are about 20 Australian who have lost their lives in India but Australia never portrayed India as a racist country.The protest organized by Indian students against the whole of Australia needs an immediate and but a critical condemnation. It never was a racist attempt but just a crime. According to the data published in the Australian institute of criminology in 2008, there were 176,427 recorded assaults in Australia in year 2007, constituting 840 victims per 100,000 of the population. “The Australian Bureau of Statistics (ABS) defines assault as the direct infliction of force, injury or violence upon a person, including attempts or threats. It excludes sexual assault”. There were 19781 cases of sexual assaults, 17988 robberies and 730 kidnapping in the same year. This data clearly suggests that crime rates are increasing in this country.Drawing on the previous crime statistics, it seems reasonable to argue that these recent unfortunate attacks on 11 Indian students were not racist assaults. Such criminal incidents are common in Australia and were not particularly aimed at certain communities. In fact crime rates in many countries are exponentially rising with United States on the top of the list. More than 10 Indian students were killed during this year in that country but unfortunately bulk of the Indian media as well as the government was virtually silent during that time. There was no mass-scale demonstration in any part of India or in the United States by the Indian people. Neither was there any apparent diplomatic pressure from India over the US about the safety and security concerns of their students in that country.One really wonders why bulk of the Indian media as well as the government has labeled the recent criminal activities against some of the very unfortunate Indian students as racist. The truth remains that there is no vivid evidence to prove it. The reality is that Indian authorities should sincerely apologize for any racist comment against the Australia people. It has seriously irritated the whole of the Australian nation and it puts a question mark on their secular and democratic nation, which is seriously disappointing.The argument that there are about 90,000 Indian students studying in Australia and adding to their economy is a fact but one must not forget to mention that there are millions of Indian people living in Australia (mainly permanent residents and dual citizens). These people are working in Australia but investing their money mainly for the economic development of the India. Also there are thousands of Indian students who are either sponsored directly by the Australian government or indirectly by different companies here. One wonders how utterly biased are such claims made by the bulk of the Indian media.Indian students who protested against the criminal incidents are welcome both in India as well as in Australia but those who demonstrated against the racist Australia need to sincerely apologize publicly. It is a crime in itself to deteriorate a secular and democratic image of a country, which is considered to be the world’s famous destination for students and tourists. It is very essential for Indian diplomacy to understand the depth of the situation without being completely misled by the Indian media.Both Indian and Australian authorities should make a comprehensive policy to understand the potential threats from the criminal elements and their impact on the diplomatic ties of the two nations. Both countries should safeguard their territories and international students and tourists. Acting hastily without the proper understanding of the situation will only deteriorate the active relationship with each other, which is alarming. It is essential for the Indian authorities to safeguard her students not only in Australian but also in other parts of the world and particularly in United States, where high crime rates have directly taken a big toll on her students.

New Wo (Man)!!!???

By Mohsina Farooq. "We don't need Afghan-style burquas to disappear as women. We disappear in reverse—by revamping and revealing our bodies to meet externally imposed visions of female beauty." Robin Gerber. Slum Dog Millionaire is a good movie, but few Feminists are not happy with it. The antagonism of their argument centers on the central question, Can Slum women be a Millionaire? Well I can`t answer this question but can predict what she will do with the money if she becomes!! She will perfect her image to come closer to the image of an "ideal women": not in Platonic sense, much less in the Religious but, much like Alexander Pope`s Blenda she would put all her arms and would always be desperate to be an Ideal Silver Screen women. Modern women are overwhelmingly fascinated by the ideal of Silver screen beauty and body image. The Ideal Images of female bodies are everywhere. Women—and their body parts—sell everything from food to cars. Popular film and television actresses are becoming younger, taller and thinner. Some have even been known to faint on the set from lack of food. Women's magazines are full of articles urging that if they can just lose those last twenty pounds, they'll have it all—the perfect marriage, loving children, and a rewarding career. In this age of female emancipation and liberation why are standards of beauty being imposed on women and who imposes them? The roots, some analysts say, are economic. By presenting an ideal difficult to achieve and maintain the cosmetic and diet product industries are assured of growth and profits. And it's no accident that youth is increasingly promoted, along with thinness, as an essential criterion of beauty. The stakes are huge. On the one hand, women who are insecure about their bodies are more likely to buy beauty products, new clothes, and diet aids. It is estimated that the diet industry alone is worth anywhere between 40 to 100 billion dollors a year selling temporary weight loss (90 to 95% of dieters regain the lost weight). On the other hand, research indicates that exposure to images of thin, young, air-brushed female bodies is linked to depression, loss of self-esteem and the development of unhealthy eating habits in women and girls. A recent research has shown that one out of every four college-aged women in India uses unhealthy methods of weight control—including fasting, skipping meals, excessive exercise, laxative abuse, and self-induced vomiting. The pressure to be thin is also affecting young girls: research indicates that nearly half of all preadolescent girls wish to be thinner, and as a result have engaged in a diet or are aware of the concept of dieting. In 2003, Teen magazine reported that 35 per cent of girls 6 to 12 years old have been on at least one diet, and that 50 to 70 per cent of normal weight girls believe they are overweight. Overall research indicates that 90% of women are dissatisfied with their appearance in some way. Media activist Jean Kilbourne concludes that, "Women are sold to the diet industry by the magazines we read and the television programs we watch, almost all of which make us feel anxious about our weight." Perhaps most disturbing is the fact that media images of female beauty are unattainable for all but a very small number of women. Researchers generating a computer model of a woman with Barbie-doll proportions, for example, found that her back would be too weak to support the weight of her upper body, and her body would be too narrow to contain more than half a liver and a few centimeters of bowel. A real woman built that way would suffer from chronic diarrhea and eventually die from malnutrition. Still, the number of real life women and girls who seek a similarly underweight body is epidemic, and they can suffer equally devastating health consequences. In 2006 it was estimated that up to 450, 00 Indian women were affected by an eating disorder. Researchers report that women's magazines have ten and one-half times more ads and articles promoting weight loss than men's magazines do, and over three-quarters of the covers of women's magazines include at least one message about how to change a woman's bodily appearance—by diet, exercise or cosmetic surgery. Television and movies reinforce the importance of a thin body as a measure of a woman's worth. The barrage of messages about thinness, dieting and beauty tells "ordinary" women that they are always in need of adjustment—and that the female body is an object to be perfected. let`s leave it to the feminists to decide if women is really liberating, becoming more and more her own or is she still dominated by the male. Where is the real women? Jean Kilbourne argues that the overwhelming presence of media images of painfully thin women means that real women's bodies have become invisible in the mass media. The real tragedy, Kilbourne concludes, is that many women internalize these stereotypes, and judge themselves by the beauty industry's standards. Women learn to compare themselves to other women, and to compete with them for male attention. This focus on beauty and desirability "effectively destroys any awareness and action that might help to change that climate."

Expressing Emotions

Sophia Syed on Valentine Day. Important in a relationship are the day-to-day unromantic realities and practicalities of life What does this day stand for? The historical versions of its origin and growth offer no solace to those interested in “true and genuine” accounts. From the early Greek account of St. Valentine being beheaded for secretly performing the marriage of young couples against the wish of the King to the 14th century exchange of gifts between lovers, to Hallmark`s changing it into a commercial market by the introduction of special valentine cards and gifts, the day has traversed a long, found its embracers and its enemies too throughout the world. In many countries it is celebrated as an iconic occasion celebrating true love and affection. Lovers exchange gifts, cards, celebrate their relations and commit themselves, albeit briefly to each other. It has its enemies too: the Muslims regard it as unIslamic, some Hindu treat it as intrusion of western culture. Whatever its history, the fact remains that its supports are growing in numbers with each passing year and this signals a break, a rupture in the ideological setup of our new generation who are part to the commercialization of such pristine feelings as love and true relations.How does Valentine`s Day help a relation grow strong? It’s a day, as most of us assume, where one is supposed to express love. Apparently, it’s a day where you decide to ‘care’ for your loved one more than any other day in the year. But don’t you think that, like much else we have materialized and commercialized this entire event? Florists, restaurateurs and jewelry makers have throbbing hearts waiting a year for this huge business opportunity. Romantic gifts at huge prices are popping up in big cities - commercialism is in the air, overshadowing the love; it's really pathetic. If you have to buy things to demonstrate your love, then that love does not run very deep. We have grown with the belief that love has a natural flow that cannot speed up by bringing in material goods. So, who do I call to complain that taking on the nonsense of Valentine's Day runs counter to deep culture and traditions that we have imbibed? Making a grand gesture just once a while doesn`t in any way prove your love and commitment in a relation. When it comes to truth, commitment and sincere love it is the mundane, prosaic every day conversation through out the year, and rolling on through life that really matter the most in a relationship. Boxed love and merchandise does not make a difference and does not add value to your sincerity. It hardly matters whether you celebrate valentine`s day or not, participation in such festivals is not a predicator of relationship longevity or satisfaction. What is really important is to find out on a daily basis what your partner is doing for the day or communicating about what people consider everyday topics than buying a special chocolate, a cake or a piece of diamond. For most people “Love is a very fluid thing,” says Les Parrot. “It changes, there’s an ebb and flow to it, and over time, it will be something different than it used to be. It takes work and commitment to carry you through when the passion isn’t there.” And the passion will not always be there to keep relations going, the lasting relations are those who work through years and don`t give up, these are the relations that come out on the other side more fulfilled and happier. The value of a truly good relationship is priceless, and when it comes to you, embrace it, cherish it, savor it and try to maintain it by all possible means through all possible situations. It doesn`t matter whether or not you exchange costly gifts, have a moon-lit dinner in a five star restaurant. What matter in the end in a relationship are the day-to-day unromantic realities and practicalities of life, often filled with what Wordsworth calls “the fever and fret of life”, and our consistent effort through all odds to be genuinely committed never forgetting, even when contradictions and differences arise “On how to cross a desert patch”, to say genuinely and sincerely to our dearest ones: TAKE CARE.

What did they actually want to assess?

This is an open letter to Chairman JKPSC and was published by the dialy Rising Kashmir. I am not trying to be a typical egotist in writing all this to you but the aim is to be faithful to one’s society and self and relate objectively what I ( and may be many others) have felt in the so called INTERVIEW PROCESS. Yes! I am referring to the interview process that was adopted for the selection of lecturers in English in Secondary Education Department for Kashmir division candidates. My interview was on the 26th Feb, 08; the last day scheduled for the job. And this is what happened:When I entered the hall, around 12:45 pm, I found three persons there: one in the central chair, other going to the bathroom that was attached to the room. I was asked to sit with my back to the third one who was busy doing some paper work. The man in the centre started with my percentage and added why I have secured less than most of the girl students. I had no answer except blaming the newly installed semester system of the university. Then he asked,” Where do you live?” “Islamabad” I said, and he started asking why it is named so and what are the famous tourist sports there and why I haven’t yet visited certain places. “What do you do”, He changed the topic and I was relaxed, expecting something reasonable. “M.Phil. from CIEFL, Hyderabad in Literary theory and Psychology: using the knowledge of personality types from psychology, we are trying to see what kind of personalities emerged in different literary movements of Twentieth century.”He immediately asked the man coming out of the bathroom who was wiping his hands with a towel to take care of me. “Oh! You are from CIEFL, I am also from the same place and now I am a member of a committee there, a great place, modeled on Oxford University, who is your guide,” asekd the new entrant. I answered all. He asked about my research ‘problem’ and I repeated the above sentence. And he ended the discussion. “Your being a CIEFLian attests to your abilities, you should try for higher education: college or university. Best of luck, you can go.” When I came out of the room all the enthusiasm and fervor associated with the day was over and I was wonder struck how on the basis of this they are going to assess my abilities and decide my fate. Mine was not a special case, there were others who where asked more casual and prosaic question than this. In some cases even the subject expert was not present. Sir, we all know (as it has been the norm in the recent past) that interview carries half the marks and it is precisely on this basis that it will be decided if an applicant is in or out. But I am afraid what happened in the process was and is not adequate for assessing the required abilities and qualities that go into the making of a really good teacher unless, the people there have some supernatural and magical powers. On the face of it, it is ridiculous; seems mockery of the process but then may be there is a method involved in it which is not apparent to us and which you alone know. I hope this is something that you would certainly take seriously and reflect upon and if need be, take an immediate action, for there are fates of the people involved in this who have been waiting for this from last five, six years and don’t have any thing else to cling to. I am extremely sorry if in my frankness I have offended you.

Death of the Teacher

Among the greatest of all services that can be rendered by men to civilization is the education and training of children so that they can shine like pearls and can add beauty to human civilization. Henry Von Dyke has said about teachers and teaching; “Ah! There you have the worst paid and the best rewarded of vocations. Do not enter it unless you love it. For the vast majority of men and women it has no promise of wealth and fame, but they to whom it is dear for its own sake are among the nobility of mankind. I sing the praise of the unknown teacher, king of himself and leader of the mankind.” This is a philosophical way of looking at the profession of teaching. Being a teacher in itself means something noble, someone endowed with exceptional faculties of heart and head, committed to the cause that he serves and capable of infinite growth and love. We have not failed as teachers, we have failed to produce them, and this is our predicament. As a rule, every educated man is a man of values. It does not mean that every literate is. We see a dichotomy prevalent in our society. We have outstanding doctors produced by prime national institutes who take away the kidneys of their patients without even telling them; brilliant engineers form the proud institutes whose bridges collapse as soon as their bills are passed; accountants whose intelligent manipulations drain out millions from the public purse; our respected civil servants are truly functioning as unquestioned emperors; politicians promise sky but do not even deliver roof. All of them have received perhaps the best education and are trained in the best institutions. This professional dishonesty is horrifying, and who is to be blamed for this. The institutes that produce them, or the teachers who teach team? Teacher is not a mere source of information, a mere transmitter: today there are books, the audio visual aids and internet services that provide bundles of information to those who need it. Thus teacher's role as the source of information is marginalized. The teacher is more important and relevant today as he has been through ages for his role in transmitting and strengthening value system. The society is becoming more materialistic and values appear to be fast vanishing. There is nothing unusual about it. Each era throws up a role model and the whole society tries to emulate this model. Vedic society produced ‘Reshi’ as model, replaced in medieval society by ‘Warrior’, and in the post independence India this was replaced by ‘Richman’. The notion of ‘Rich’ became so important that all the value systems were subordinate to it. Every one in the society is aspiring to become rich, as much as possible, and as quickly as possible. Getting rich at any cost has become the ultimate motto. Invariably this process of getting rich overnight is always at the cost of values. Our teachers are part of the same game, emulating their cherished model rather than becoming one; and their in lies the death of the teacher. All the education, rather information, they provide is aimed at making personal gains. Education to them has become a tool for personal prosperity even at the cost of others’ happiness. This is manifest in the mushrooming of coaching centers, private schools, tuition centres etc.This attitude towards the profession of teaching is inflicting serious cuts on the system of education. However, all this is not beyond cure. It can be cured. The situation would not remain like this forever. There are enough indications that our nation would awaken once again to those eternal values for which this land has stood for many centuries. We are in a transition period, during which essential values start getting strengthened and at an appropriate time appear again. Only an ideal teacher whose life reflects values can lead a society in the right direction. He has to demonstrate the essential values such as optimism, motivation, willingness to learn and teach, truth, peace, never to speak and think ill of others; creativity and ability to overcome difficult times. But the question is shall our teachers wake up and rise to the occasion. Will they come forward and contribute to the intellectual growth of the nation. A Teacher must realise that he is not a mere transmitters of knowledge; an audio cassette or a CD. He creates right conditions for the student to find his own way, allowing the growth of the student into a complete individual. Unless we change our students into complete human beings, coming out of the morass that we are in, is not possible. This is the challenge of the times.

A STYLISTIC ANALYSIS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEAR`S SONET: WINTER

Linguistic studies have taken such rapid strides in recent years that the range is baffling to the innocent and amazingly delightful to the linguistics-oriented. Applied linguistics is concerned with many fields and subjects on Planet Earth and possibly beyond that.
A piece of literature largely depends on thought and style. The concept of style in literature is the product of abstraction in the sense that style is based on a special and unique use of language. It is just one quality contained in any piece of writing. The style of a novel, a play, an essay or a poem is only one part of its totality.


The study of style has been in use in German, French and English since the early 19th
century. In the early sixties of the 20th century M.A.K.Halliday introduced the term
'linguistic stylistics'. The main concern of descriptive linguistics is the systematic study of
that part of human behavior called language.
William Wordsworth in Lyrical Ballads (1798) suggested that poetry should deal with the experience of those living close to Nature, especially in the country. It could be "the language of conversation in the middle and lower classes of society.. "

Long before the Poet of Nature came on the scene, Shakespeare brought the language close to those who dwelt in the country. Hence my selection of this particular poem. Keeping in mind all these concepts we can attempt a lexical analysis of the poem composed in the inimitable style of Shakespeare.
Text of the poem: Winter
'When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows the nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail
When blood is nipt and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl
Tuwhoo!
Tuwhit, tuwhoo!
A merry note!
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot,
When all around the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl
Then nightly sings the staring owl
Tuwhoo !
Tuwhit ! tuwhoo! A merry note
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot'.
The poem begins with adverb of time "when" and goes on to use 'when', 'then' and'while', a total of light occurrences. These adverbs render the idea of time and space to the narration. The place is evidently a cottage in the country.
Shakespeare the dramatist provides an interesting dramatic touch with the appearance of characters within and outside the humble house. Dick the shepherd, Tom (must be the son), Joan (of course the wife), parson and Marian. Birds, crabs and the owl complete the picture.
Nominals used for winter:
Icicles Snow Wind

A typical pastoral cottage is described with special register words :

Wall milk Nail pail Hall bowl Logs pot Greasy roasted

Language activity is related to each character:

'Dick the shepherd blows his nail'


'Tom bears logs into the house'


'Greasy Joan doth keel the pot '


The coughing parson'
Marian with a nose red and raw with cold.

In addition to human beings the poet uses the language to bring into focus other creatures like 'roasted crabs'. Even the owl and the birds are engaged in their appointed language activity.

'And birds sit brooding in the snow' 'Then nightly sings the staring owl'

'Brooding birds' and 'sings the staring owl' are alliterative as well as unusual collocations.
The poet attributes human situations like 'brooding' and 'staring' to feathered creatures.

More unusual collocations:

'greasy Joan'
'roasted crabs hissing'

Pots and pans can be greasy but here 'greasy Joan' is a picturesque presentation. Can crabs hiss in the bowl? But it is the poet's prerogative to assign any action to anyone by keeping his inventions under the spell of his language, and without offering any reason! There is a great variety of lexical items in such a short poem. Persons, objects, seasons and surroundings have been artistically blended with words and phrases. The attention of the reader is drawn with appreciation to colorful images, epithets, suitable register words and other poetic devices.

Irony as a poetic device is used in 'merry note' while the song of the owl in such

an atmosphere can hardly be merry !


There is no dearth of sounds in the poem. We find a wealth of phonological material here.But we will not go into details as this analysis is mainly confined to lexical items.
Sounds: coughing hissing tuwhoo tuhoo

In this peaceful though freezing domestic scene creeps in a touch of horror associated with the dark night.
'When blood is nipt, and ways be foul': We know the 'foul ways' are most likely to create terror into such cold, damp, dark and dreary nights. One is reminded of witches in Macbeth with their cries of 'fair is foul'.

Nine descriptive epithets, five 'winter nominals and a number of unusual collocations,
pictorial phrases,

refrains and repetitions enrich the poem with a rare beauty.

'Greasy Joan keels the pot is used twice and can be taken as the summative phrase of this poem about a peaceful, eco-fuendly household. A loving family sustained with care, cooperation and unlimited love with the parson's saw and Marian's red and raw nose complete the rural picture.

With such control, mystery and magic of language Shakespeare is rightly recognized not only as the immortal Bard of Avon but also the Bard of the whole world.





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A STYLISTIC ANALYSIS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEAR`S SONET: WINTER

Shakespeare's Sonnet "Winter": A Stylistic Analysis

William Shakespeare's "Winter" sonnet vividly encapsulates the essence of the season with its stark imagery and portrayal of a pastoral life marked by the harsh elements. This analysis will explore the themes of seasonal change, time passing, and inner turmoil through the poem's notable use of literary devices, including imagery, personification, and symbolism.

Thematic Exploration

Seasonal Change: Shakespeare draws a clear picture of the chilling cold of winter affecting both humans and nature. His depiction is visceral, allowing the reader to feel the biting frost through his words. This change of season illustrates the passage of time and the repetition of life's cycles.

Time Passing: The poem begins with a succession of events marked by the adverb "when," suggesting a rhythmic, although cold and harsh, passage of time punctuated by daily rural activities and the predictable behaviors of wildlife during wintertime.

Inner Turmoil: While the poem presents a tableau of winter's impact on the external world, it also hints at the internal effect of such an environment, perhaps indicating a sense of discomfort or distress that can accompany the isolating cold. This subtle reflection of mood in the environment may explore the theme of inner turmoil and the human condition.

Literary Devices Analysis

Imagery: Shakespeare employs a wealth of vibrant imagery to communicate the frigid atmosphere of winter. Phrases like "icicles hang by the wall" and "milk comes frozen home in pail" evoke strong visual cues that transport the reader into the scene.

Personification: The poem personifies elements of winter, as seen with the "staring owl," which not only imbues the bird with human-like quality but also accentuates the haunting aspect of winter nights. The "greasy Joan doth keel the pot" adds a personal touch to activities, making the environment feel inhabited and lively despite the cold.

Symbolism: Icicles, frozen milk, and a red and raw nose are symbols of the penetrating cold that winter brings. These symbols encapsulate the struggle and adaptation of life in the face of nature's cycles.

Linguistic Analysis

The lexical analysis draws attention to the use of specific terms that ground the poem in its rural setting. Words such as "shepherd," "logs," "hall," and "pot" contextualize the environment while "icicles," "snow," and "wind" serve as 'winter nominals;' these are words directly associated with the season and help in creating the ambience.

Unique collocations such as "greasy Joan" and "roasted crabs hiss" add a distinctive flavor to the poem, employing uncommon pairings which heighten the reader's sensory experience and elicit surprise. This choice of diction reflects Shakespeare's unique style and ability to blend the mundane with the extraordinary.

The poem also makes use of irony, particularly in describing the owl's song as a "merry note," contrasting the perceived gloominess of the setting with the suggestion of cheerfulness.

Conclusion

Shakespeare's "Winter" sonnet is rich in both style and content, embracing the hardships and beauty of the season through intricate language and inventive linguistic choices. Its thematic complexity coupled with eloquent use of literary devices creates a piece that is timeless and evocative, offering insights into both the external world and the internal human experience.