Friday, August 8, 2014

This Above All- to thine own self be true

This is what I wrote for an essay writing competition, on the topic 'To thine own self be true'

The quote ‘To thine own self be true’ is the piece of wisdom given by Polonius to his son Laertes in the play ‘Hamlet’, written by William Shakespeare. Polonius tells this to his son before the latter is leaving for Paris, and cautions him to avoid borrowing or lending money, to listen more than talk, and to avoid bringing excessive attention to himself. Although bits of enlightened wisdom, in the following context, these words become articles of irony and satire. Polonius proves to be a suspicious father, sending people to surveil his son and daughter, Ophelia.

While satirical in the context of the play, there is actually a very deep meaning hidden under the layers of pretentiousness by which Polonius conducts himself. To be true to yourself is to act in conformity with your nature, ideals and beliefs with which you live, and to refrain from partaking of self-deception. It means having the valor to accept who you are, and not entirely heed to the suggestions of others, thinking you will be accepted or admired if you do. Self- esteem and dignity all arise when you behave in a manner that reflects your values and personality, and self-doubt arises when you don’t. In addition, when you respect yourself, so will society- they will regard you as confident and assured of your opinions and views; this is a trait not seen much in today’s community.  

Examples of being true to oneself are eminent in literature. One example is in the story ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ by Harper Lee- Scout Finch. Being a young, unusually thoughtful girl, she has nurtured her individuality, moral sense and perception, without being pressurized by the social hypocrisies that afflict her town. On the first day of school, although Scout is castigated and victimized by her teacher’s incompetence for being able to read and write at such a young age, she adheres to her principles, and does not refrain from doing so in order to please her teacher. She continues reading and improving her skills, without giving her teacher any more thought, despite incurring her anger several times. To be true to yourself takes courage, and requires you to be inward-looking, just and sincere. It does not imply that you are uncivil or disrespectful, it simply means that you do not let others define your standards or your decisions.

Similarly, in the novel ‘The Little Prince’ by Antoine de Saint- Exupery, the narrator had been a child with a different perception and mindset when compared to the conventional way of thinking. This insight did not leave him in adulthood, and was a major reason of his isolation from the prevailing crowd. Rather than looking at the monetary or objective side, he would look at the imaginative, instinctive part. Rather than taking an ordinary occupation, he decided to follow his passion and become a pilot who embarked on adventurous conquests. Although this trait of his detached him from society, he lived by it, and preserved his uniqueness and originality. The narrator revered his own opinions, and refused to change in order to blend in with the widespread populous. He was true to himself.

Straying away from literature, another typical example is that of Walt Disney- American director, animator and producer. He made up his own mind regarding his career and interests, and recognized and almost solely developed his distinctive talents, which have culminated into the touching Disney films every generation sees today. Despite the fact that he faced enough hardships to make anyone revert back to the ordinary, he adhered to his tenets of being singular and noteworthy, and made a massive difference to the world. He faced incessant problems within his family, experienced bankruptcy that threatened his entire profession, and had nearly verged on a nervous breakdown. While the difficulties and debts he brought upon himself during World War 2 compelled him to abandon his career and creative pursuits, he followed his admirable value system of willpower and resolution, and continued directing and cartooning, nevertheless. Although he had been a figure of ridicule by his peers during childhood, and by critics for the rest of his life, he never let their deprecating criticism sway his code of life or his decisions. He demonstrated honesty and genuineness in the face of adversity- highly laudable characteristics that make him an epitome of morality to oneself.

The drawbacks of not being true to yourself can prove to be adverse, as seen in the story ‘Great Expectations’ by Charles Dickens. Pip, the protagonist, was naturally sympathetic, benevolent and possessed a naturally good conscience from childhood. However, shortly after meeting the beautiful maiden Estella and her step mother Miss Havisham, Pip’s longing for educational and social advancement overshadowed his natural integrity. After being the receptor of a perplexing fortune, his utopian desires had been fulfilled, and he gave himself to learning to be a gentleman in London. This idealism of rising up the social hierarchy led him to perceive the world narrow mindedly, and to forget those who loved him the most- his sister’s husband and Biddy. He began to treat them coldly and indifferently, only to be crushed by loneliness and dejection in the later stages of his life. In this case, Pip had not been true to himself- he had let his desires of betterment demolish his individuality, and had succumbed to the thought of escaping poverty and illiteracy. His disparaging actions towards his family had not reflected his genuine self, and had only resulted in him being miserable as he had shunned whatever had been attainable to him.


Therefore, you must be true to the best that exists in your nature, and live your life undeviating from your aspirations and conscience. We just need to be silent enough to listen to ourselves without judgment, and enduring enough to accept the truth once we envision it. Being true to yourself is necessary to gain self-acceptance, and thus Polonius’s quote- ‘this above all: To thine own self be true’, rings with undeniable truth.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Armed with Imagination

She attempted to conjure a backdrop intense,
which took ages, but she finally found
one, as it suddenly appeared in her mind-
of reluctance to lose it, she hurriedly penned down-

A sinister silence pervaded the air,
the sky devoid of the sun's flaming glare
Darkness and shadow seemed to haunt
The trees arched down, somber and gaunt
Whatever faint moonlight was hidden by a cloud,
the wind whispered piercing and loud
I can't find my way back to where I began,
my roam had been enacted without a plan
Indistinguishable was every turn,
the sudden hush was making my stomach churn,
working myself up into a frenzy of dread,
that grew with every step I would tread
Adrift and astray, had gone my path
leaving me victim to solitude's wrath
My eyes scanned the scene for a mark,
that I would be rescued from the dark
that was so perplexing when I traipsed alone
wandering into the great unknown

Waves of ideas began to crash
upon a mind that initially held none
They rolled as inspiration, never to cease,
as she drafted them down one by one

Noise continually pressed in on every side,
people walked purposefully with confident strides
Vehicles traveled along the street,
the gravel echoed with the pounding of feet
As I searched my way out with growing unease,
perspiring despite the gentle breeze,
anxiety hanging over my clouded mind,
that seemed absolutely unable to find
a logical response to my current plight
of disarray and mayhem mingled with fright
Each road and building were irksomely akin,
in endless circles I continued to spin
as people walked unfaltering, never to pause,
appearing too occupied to halt, going for such a cause,
My eyes scanned the crowded scene for a sign,
anything, anything enough benign
that could save me from this muddling ordeal,
that's beginning to seem rather surreal

A facade of determination, armed with her thoughts,
she sailed on with whatever her imagination had brought...

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Oceanic Relic

First published in "On the Rusk"

It is corrugated, winking in the gleam,
mildly moistened as it lies on my palm
Ridges and whorls seem to stream...
of the brackish ocean, it wears a balm
It appears to perpetually scream
of the crashing waves upon the sand-
a calming sound, tranquil, serene,
music of the sea, it possesses a band
of instruments that play only to your ear,
faraway melodies light years away
So soothing and sweet, quick to be endeared
bringing colors to the eye- blue, gray,
sapphire, periwinkle, truly aesthetic hues,
colors that alleviate tension, as well as the tunes
shifting a mentality to mollified from blue,
as you envision the water lapping like dunes
Pretty to look at- of carnation pink
spiraling inwards, flawless to feel
as if it had spent time to adorn and prink
itself with unconcealed zeal
It emanates a scent faint and saline-
a fresh, invigorating smell,
It impacts every sense, you can perceives the signs
of the beauty in my palm- a coastal sea shell

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Darkness

Following the sound of my voice, she sat next to me. "Describe the color blue," she ordered.
I thought for a few minutes, although it felt like several lives. "Blue is the color of the sky during the day, when it's not dominated by clouds that hide its beauty, or when it's not governed by sunlight that makes its soft tones seem blinding."
I visualized all the beautiful sights I had perceived, and how blessed I was to have been able to.
"Blue is the color of the waves of the sea, of the gushing waterfalls, of the pristine lakes that haven't been tampered by human hands. It's the shade of the corals on the ocean floor, home to shoals of fish. It's the color of the butterfly that settled on the fragile petals of the flowers we grow. It's the color of the starfish we almost stepped on when we were roaming about in the beach."
She settled back, sated. "That was nice," she said, a wide smile across her face. "Now describe pink. It's my sister's favorite color, but she can never depict it to me."
These words made me inexplicably sad. Her sister was too young.
"Pink... it's a color most people associate with girls. It's a hue of the azaleas and tulips that you smell, whenever we take a stroll into the garden. It's the vibrant shade of the flamingos you heard splashing about on the other side of the lake. It's the color of the sour guava fruit you ate yesterday- a rather dull shade, but still pink."
Once again, she seemed satisfied. But I wasn't.
"Your other senses can see for you, remember that," I told her, dubious.
"Yes, I know that. How else do I envision whatever you illustrate to me? I know that vision and myself are incongruous, but you can never know. Describe orange."
Sighing, I continued. "It's the hue that the sun imparts to the sky at sunrise and sunset. It's the coloration of leaves in autumn. Its..."
She let me speak uninterrupted for hours, but I couldn't be wholehearted.
I wished I could give her more. I was in the dark, and so was she.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Triumph

It's milky white, shimmering weak
oscillating gently with the breeze
glistening against the landscape bleak-
arid, barren, devoid of trees

It appears haunting, rather eerie
yet much more gentle than it may seem
Though its expression is rather dreary,
it is dejected, with low esteem

Though it constantly sways with the gusts
that plague its vague and sorry form
it has to linger, it really must,
so it remains and withstands the storm

And slowly, although it takes quite a while
it becomes more solid, embellished by hues,
despite the fact it hasn't advanced a mile
it had gone further, it has grew

It reached the stage when shades so pale
had darkened- solidified, every thread        
Its stature turned from delicate to hale
dim pink turned to a vivid red

From timorous to proud, its head held high
beginning to work with unconcealed zeal,
its aims accomplished, reaching towards the sky
as a nebulous dream ultimately became real

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Wintry Heat

First published in "On the Rusk"

Its surface is bathed in pearly light
The air encased by its glistening glow
The wind blows delicately, soft and frosted
until it's felt- the first silvers of snow
The terrain has been transformed from green to white
the sky from aqua to a stormy gray
crystals cascade from above-
the clouds which shield the golden rays
Like sugar- white, sweet and smooth
that coats the branches of the lime green trees,
creatures retreat into their refuge
fear keeping them hidden- of the icy freeze
Within a few hours of the magnificent snow,
on the earth, has been embedded a crust
that shifts and dances like dunes of sand
pirouetting with the glacial, biting gusts
As the clouds parted, sunlight began to shine,
as the snowfall began to slow its pelt
winter defrosted, began to crawl away,
sunshine dominated, the chill began to melt
The air is sweltering, brimming with heat
turning my face crimson from peach
the ground glaring, vivid, radiating warmth,
to cool down- the world would vehemently beseech
Birds fly about, despairing, craving a sip
of the invigorating water, which is now a dearth,
creatures roam for miles, longing to gulp
from ponds, which are now sparse on the earth
The sun beats down with quelling force,
amber commands the sky, rather than blue
The air is unmoving, humid, sultry,
animals covet for the breeze that once blew
Then, gradually, the heat starts to drop,
the shivery atmosphere commences its unfurl,
creatures return to their caves in relief,
as the word is soaked in the light of a pearl

Friday, June 13, 2014

Whirlwind

The waves are gentle, benevolent, lapping
on the other side, thunder resonates, wild and clapping
The sea is unruffled, a calm periwinkle,
whereas the ocean is marred with waves and wrinkles
The sky is vivid, the sun an orb of gold,
in the distance, a storm brews, tempestuous, uncontrolled          
The ambience is delightful, with a muffled breeze,
beyond the bounds, a frenetic gale rouses the seas
Fish of radiant luminosity crowd around,
Distantly, they cower, terrified to make a sound
But at that point, the entire sky went dark
the light had been concealed, every sunglow spark
winds- violent and frosty- pervade the air,
the formerly tranquil sea complies without turning a hair
What hitherto had been a serene, limpid scene,
was now a whirlwind of components aerial and marine
The sky was charcoal, reflected from the clouds,
gusts shriek by, whistling and loud
lightning struck, an iridescent flash
followed by thunder, a rumbling crash
waves, squalls, torrents of rain would swarm,
heading towards land, ruthlessly came the storm

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Humanity From Now

The three friends, young and inseparable, laid down on the wooden surface of the boat. It was drifting gently, meandering in no planned direction. The moonlight was soft and splendid, and shone off the rippled waters of the lake. Being a desolated, deserted part of the town, not a soul was about- they had all fallen asleep hours ago. The first indications of dawn were arriving, in the form of purple rays of sunlight. It was an alleviating, quaint atmosphere, but there was a pressing issue on Dale's mind.
'What will the world be like a thousand years from now?'
His friends glanced up, overwhelmed by slumber. Damien, a small boy of about thirteen, replied drowsily-
'It doesn't matter. It won't make an impact on our lives. Why bother and miss out on sleep?'
Dale was immediately angered by his companion's nonchalant response. Didn't the world their descendants would thrive on matter? Wasn't it a circumstance of concern that the world should give heed to? Given the fact that the earth had been alive for over a billion years, wasn't a thousand an astoundingly small number? And Damien was perturbed regarding his 'lack of sleep'.
A flaw in Dales character was his inherent, decisive, adamant nature. His opinion was correct, further discussion was fruitless. It was a trait that his friends thoroughly disliked- especially when it interrupted their own untroubled, tranquil thoughts. So, when peacefully dreaming on a boat resting upon the waters, with not a single disturbance, Dales loud, declaiming voice became exceptionally aggravating.
Taking a deep breath, he began-
'Well, I think that you're all wrong. I-'
'Dale. Please be quiet. I'm trying to sleep.'
The third member of the trio, Darcy, spoke up, petulant and frowning.
Dale turned away sulkily, disappointed that his potential tirade had been punctuated. Lecturing was an able way of venting out his thoughts, but no one ever encouraged him.
So, neglecting his friends' sighs of irritation, he launched into a harangue of his views on the future-
'Don't you think it's childish, how people our age dream about flying cars.. and skyscrapers reaching the moon? Everyone associates "future" with "utopia"- a place of technology, wealth, color and satisfaction. I highly doubt that will ever happen.
In fact, judging by the current plight our world is facing, a growing population reaching tens of billions is very possible. So is global warming- severe melting of the ice caps, uncontrolled flooding, submerging of the coasts, islands, lands at low altitudes... In actuality, there may not even be a world to write about a thousand years from now.'
His friends' interest had been kindled. Damien got up promptly, eyebrows knit.
'That's a cheerful thought,' he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 'But you seem to be missing a crucial point. Have you even noted the progress mankind has made in the last hundred years alone? A century ago, vehicles were still at its infancy, nature wasn't smothered by concrete, and only a fraction of all residential areas had access to electricity! And now look... humans take the advantageous presence of automated airplanes, cars and trains for granted. Man has been to the moon and back! They've sent probes and robots to planets thousands of miles from our world. People fight for their lives during an illness, with modern medical equipment, when previously they would give up hope- believing that all had been lost. And...'
He paused dramatically.
'If the life expectancy of humans has increased by over twenty years in the last century.. and if development stays steady, can you even imagine how long humanity will survive a thousand years from now? Taken from the ideas starring in the books by Isaac Asimov, could man become immortal? The development humanity will make a thousand years later is inconceivable.
And what about improvements in space exploration?'
His face lit up, and he proceeded, unmoved by Dale and Darcy's skeptical expressions.
'People may be able to surpass the limiting extent of the solar system. We could scout new planets, and maybe even use them as an answer to the growing population dilemma! And... we could use stars and other celestial bodies as a solution to the paucity of energy, perhaps from a heavenly body or something similar.. wouldn't that be wonderful?'
Damien's eyes shone with animation and delight, but by then Darcy felt neglected, and needed to air his views.
'I partly agree with Dale, on his relatively.. cynical approach of the future.' he began gravely. 'Though the world is nearing a crisis, it doesn't have to be solely nature that poses a forthcoming threat. What about humans themselves? Two world wars were included during the last century, and the tension and strain it caused between the leading nations still hasn't died down entirely. This is evident from the Cold War, though the magnitude of fear and uncertainty has greatly decreased. Who's to say the world may not be torn apart by war in the next thousand years? Maybe it will just be a sweeping expanse of rugged rocks, nuclear radiations and death? I mean, it's not as if man's greed for wealth and power has been curtailed.'
Damien glowered at his friends. Somehow his delightful reverie of a world of robots and advanced space exploration had been callously crushed by his mature companions.
He stood up with unexpected dignity and said 'Since when has negativity and cynicism ever benefited us? All I can say is.. I hope your musings don't become a reality.'
Fatigue had caught up with him, and he collapsed on his cushion and was sound asleep within a few short minutes. But it took a while for Dale and Darcy to do the same- they could only think if one looming question- what will the world be a millennium from now?