The poem (http://sudhir-swarup.blogspot.in/2014/08/torn-edges.html?m=0)unlike on what seems from the face of it, is not only about a dog, ignorant and playful, being ultimately run over by a vehichle. It's not just that. This may be called an inappropriate approach of the poet that he couldn't bring out his point and he gets lost in the story while creating it; loosing on the rhyming edge too. But an english translation is what it deserves atleast. The translation would not be traditional line-by-line explanation (which no doubt has bored us all in our years of literature) but a very brief reading of the thought behind the dog, its paper toy, and the vehichle.
Our proverbial dog is you, me, or any other youngster today. He is weak in the context of the open world but has enough strength to control his life. He may not be very ready for the going traffic, but has enough spirit to cross the roads by himself. He with all the strength he has gets lost in small games life plays with him. He puts in everything to places that deserve nothing. We can't call them distractions so bluntly, and niether can we call them goals. Let's call them games simply. The youth get so much involved in the games.
There are people who care about them; namely teachers and parents, who again and again try to bring back them from these games seeing to it that they are not lost forever. They correct them from time to time. There are people who have no interest in what you're doing; the rest of the world. The world that never turns a head to someone being eveteased, the world that has no concern for anyone.
But avoiding all, they(the youth) stay busy in their games. They get so involved that they forget about the ongoing competition, and thus are ultimately crushed bu it. What stays behind are the games which give nothing and take everything from you.
Our proverbial dog is you, me, or any other youngster today. He is weak in the context of the open world but has enough strength to control his life. He may not be very ready for the going traffic, but has enough spirit to cross the roads by himself. He with all the strength he has gets lost in small games life plays with him. He puts in everything to places that deserve nothing. We can't call them distractions so bluntly, and niether can we call them goals. Let's call them games simply. The youth get so much involved in the games.
There are people who care about them; namely teachers and parents, who again and again try to bring back them from these games seeing to it that they are not lost forever. They correct them from time to time. There are people who have no interest in what you're doing; the rest of the world. The world that never turns a head to someone being eveteased, the world that has no concern for anyone.
But avoiding all, they(the youth) stay busy in their games. They get so involved that they forget about the ongoing competition, and thus are ultimately crushed bu it. What stays behind are the games which give nothing and take everything from you.
Let life play it games .. U attack with your passion ..that wt the game demands n that is whr the game begins
ReplyDeleteAs we know dear there are so many distractions and challenges in our life ...ya I agree life is like a game ...let's play it ..we have to live every moment of our beautiful life without any distraction ...
ReplyDeleteFrom my pt of view Only one thing is that we have to take care of small things, big thing will take care of themselves...
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