Hats of to Bloggers

What is this title? Many might be wondering but some might get immediately drawn to it. The later may be disappointed in the end while the former might rejoice “I told you so!” or “Didn’t I warn you?” But I warn both types to beware! Both may be disappointed!

I say “hats off to bloggers” to those bloggers who put in their blogs regularly – some of them more than one blog daily, even here on WordPress! I am off for days together , even months. Even when I log in I fail to get ideas that could be reproduced here. I am not sure I know the reason. May be I am born dumb! Then why I registered here? May be I am not creative enough but then 25 people might not have followed me. Though a small number but then even one follower is worth my salt! So? Is it plain laziness? Could be! But I have failed to shrug it off. It always overtakes my initiative. It always stops before I start. So today I took the courage to expose it. Nevertheless, Hats off to the Bloggers!

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I believe that children in this country need a more robust literary diet than they are getting…. I will never talk down to, or draw down to, children.

Barbara Cooney

Barbara Cooney (born August 6, 1917) was a prolific children’s book author and illustrator who won the prestigious Caldecott Medal—twice—during her long career. Among her best-known works are Miss Rumphius, Ox-Cart Man, Chanticleer and the Fox, Island Boy, and Hattie and the Wild Waves. She traveled extensively for research, visiting Mexico, Finland, France, Spain, Ireland, Haiti, and other locales to get the look and landscape just right.

Nationalism is not the end in itself!

A lot of air is polluted these days. Unfortunately, the ideological air is polluted more than the environmental air! Indian ideological air today seems to be infected by those ideas that claim to be based on or draw strength from a “holy” concept called nationalism. An old saying goes that excess of everything is bad. Add to this the fact that even noble ideas out of context can create havoc! Excuse me for saying so, but NATIONALISM as it is in the air today seems to be doing more damage than good. In any case, at best of times it is a parochial concept that robs the much better idea of humanism.
Remember, Hitler killed millions of Jews on the pretext of German nationalism. Aurangzeb committed atrocities on the people in the name of Islamic nationalism and the same is being done today by the Islamic State and other terrorist groups. Just as two wrongs can not make one right, every action cannot be ‘sanctified’ by engulfing it with the holy cow concepts, presently nationalism! To take pride in ones nation is a laudable idea but to force everyone to share my intensity is not. If we lambast Muslim rulers of the yore for their hegemony, how can we justify similar behaviour on our part? Equating every action with my own sense of nationalism is not going to achieve the purpose I espouse. So…let the thousand flower bloom. May be that enriches your own nation.

Making a living is nothing; the great difficulty is making a point, making a difference—with words.

– Elizabeth Hardwick

Elizabeth Hardwick (born July 27, 1916) was a cofounder of The New York Review of Books as well as an accomplished critic, essayist, and novelist (The Ghostly Lover, The Simple Truth, Sleepless Nights). She was married to the poet Robert Lowell for a time, and toward the end of her life she wrote a biography of Herman Melville, with whom she had been fascinated her entire career.