Thursday, March 6, 2008

Scarborough fair

"Scarborough fair' is an English folk song dating back to late medieval times, when the seaside resort of Scarborough was an important venue for tradesmen from all over England.

The following lyrics comprise most of the more well-known verses as they are commonly sung.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
For once she was a true love of mine.

The narrator of the song is a man who was jilted by his lover. Although dealing with the paradoxes he sees himself posed to in a very subtle and poetic manner, this was a folk song and not written by nobles. The courtly ideal of romantic love in the middle ages, practised by knights and noblemen, was loving a lady and adoring her from a distance, in a very detached manner. There was hardly a dream and sometimes not even a wish that such love could ever be answered.

The writer goes on to assign his true love impossible tasks, to try and explain to her that love sometimes requires doing things which seem downright impossible on the face of it. The singer is asking his love to do the impossible, and then come back to him and ask for his hand. This is a highly unusual suggestion, because in those days it was a grave faux-pas to people from all walks of life for a lady to ask for a man's hand. Yet it fits in well with the rest of the lyrics, as nothing seems to be impossible in the song.

The article is an excerpt picked up from here.

A version of the song by ' Simon and Garfunkel' is here.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

On 'moments'

Scene 1 :Everyday to myself :

I want to get out college as quickly as possible.

Why?

Because if I go into the world outside, seems like I will have a better life.

Scene 2: Today, again to myself:

I am free. Got nothing to do. Have some work tomorrow. I am listening to U2 .

Wait,I don't really feel like running away from this place. This place isnt so bad.


Corollary - [:P]

Moments like the latter for me are few and far spaced. But I have come to realize these are the very few moments I live life , not spent in dream-designing it.

Yeah the future is all lit up and shiny , but you will have your share of blows wherever you go. Only that from a distance it all seems bright and attractive. In this frantic run towards that glowing dot in the dark somewhere far away called 'bright future' , the journey always seems painful, because it is keeping you away from that dream world.

Took me 20 years to know that the so called 'destiny' is an only an illusion and the closer we move the farther it seems to go. Ultimately living life boils down to the tedious journey through this forest called hope in search of this so called 'bright future'.

And today, amidst the usual ruckus in my mind, for a moment in this redundancy , I stopped, looked around and felt content. I thought , well I think things are okay as they are now. This I think is a moment to cherish. The moment. When the journey, not the destination, the journey itself seems worth cherishing.

Whatever bright future means, try having a bright present.