Tuesday, 24 September 2013

Letter of Apology

Some day ago I had to collect my certificate from my old school which I had not collected at that time. So had to write an apology letter which I decided to make it impressive. And here it is how I made them realised I am now the person they wanted me to be:

The Principal
St. Joseph's School

Aug 17, 13, Sat

Sub: I want my Passing Certificate of-
               Class: X
               Passing Year: 2006
               Roll no.: 5249583

I thank you for maintaining 'St. Joseph's School' a great place of learning and me a part of it.

With sheer grief I want to confess that despite of being a promising alumnus of this renowned and premium alma mater I made a naive mistake of not collecting my passing certificate on time. This is completely my fault and I accept all accountability for it.

Now I need it very urgent for further admissions. So I hope you will empathize with my perspective of the situation and help me by providing it and oblige.

Your former forever student,
Arshad Usmani Ansari

Sunday, 22 September 2013

Dear Diary #1

Sep 22, 13, Sun

Dear diary as today was a holiday I wanted to make it big not of entertainment but learning. Though not wholy but in parts I was able to live it accordingly. It was great fun. Let me tell you what I did all day.

First thing first I have had enough of what I was short and craved for six days, i.e., an undisturbed sound sleep. Then I played some virtual games on my phone for four hours which I think was a kind of waste. After that I read a short story The Fun They Had by Isaac Asimov. In this story two students living 150 years after in 2157 AD were talking about us that what fun we had in schools as in future the place of teachers will be replaced by separate private robotic teachers. Very fun and ingenious reading was it. After that I practiced a couple of grammar exercises about adjectives and adverbs and uses of if not and unless. Completing them I watched some comedies on television and then sat for some communication practices. I even made many joke all by myself but didn't bother to write them as there were so many things at hand to write. During silence of the hours before midnight I read some Master of the Game by Sidney Sheldon which I am reading currently for a few days. A fast paced entertaining read. Now at last I moved this to this diary. I have planned to wake up early tomorrow breaking the record for first time. Bye good night dear diary as I promise, we will meet again tomorrow for sure. Take care!

Friday, 20 September 2013

Disgrace by JM Coetzee : A Review

Sep 9, 13, Mon
Today I finished Disgrace by J M Coetzee. It was a very real experience. It is prose in body but is a poetry in soul indeed. Unbelievable writing. It appears that a group of writers of different ages and fields grouped together to write this book. That is the magic of Coetzee. As we all are aware this book already won numerou prizes and praise including Booker and Nobel. The situation in South Africa this book portrays can be said about all muslim countries too, including India.

Their is a situation where David Lurie (the protagonist) try hard to persuade her daughter to take steps against her molesters and she refuses to blame even speak any ill of them. The situation is very same like that when Richard Gere kissed Shilpa Shetty onstage forcely against her will and she got cornered by stating it as a way to say hello in their country.

Although this book deals with the issues of racial conflicts but the same tension between the races can be seen in India across religion. As this book praises that after post-apartheid era things in urban South Africa is getting better but as worst as it wad before in rural.

In 2006, in some magazine Nadine Gordimer commented that Coetzee's South Africa is not the same in which she grew. These types of comments comes because of the bad representation of a black person in the book or can be regarded as the villain. But thats upto a reader what he acknowledges and what touche his heart. The protagonist of this book is itself so evil and disgraceful person that we start hating him from the very first line, but as the book progresses we start pitying him due to the worsening condition of her daughter. And our sympathy withh him keep increasing until at last he gave up all hope.

This book is a 'book' written in 'language', that is this book itself defines what a book is and what it should cotain. Candid and apt representation of language and literature. Reading it creates a sublime moment. No hunger, no sleep, even the dictionary remains left untouched against the curiosity of finding what's next. And too because there wasn't any need to look for the dictionary as sentences told their meaning through themselves. It's like the whole book speaks whith you as Coetzee starts explaining the complicated verses of wordsworth and Byron and then hint us to decipher the allegories of his own prose which without being complex is wonderful.

P.S.: A woderful book but I will not refer this book to others or they will refer me a perve!