Dead Poets Society - Making Words Heard

Ae naye saal bataa tujh mein nayaa kya hai?
Har taraf khalq ne kyon shor machaa rakhkhaa hai?
Roshni din ki wohi,
Taaron bhari raat wohi
Aaj tumko nazar aati hai har baat wohi
Aasmaan badla hai na badli hai afsurdaa zameen
Ek hindse ka badalnaa koi jiddat to nahi
Pichle barson ki trarah honge qareene tere
Kise maloom nahin barah mahine tere
Besabab dete hain kyon log mubaarakbaadein?
Sab kya bhool gaye waqt ki kadwi yaadein?
Tu nayaa hai to dikhaa subah nayi, shaam nayi
Warna in aankhon ne dekhe hai naye saal kahin

- Faiz (though there's always hope that this time he might be wrong)

And, we've moved to Pune and away from Bangalore. We shall miss all of you who attended our shows religiously every week, but we hope that life will give us occasion to meet again. In the meantime, let your friends in Pune know! In the words of Douglas Adams: So long, and thanks for all the Fish!:-D

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My apologies, this short reading today is cancelled as we're planning a larger series of events to pay homage to the man - the first at Atta Galatta this Wednesday, then most likely at the Humming Tree and at Bookworm!

Tonight, November 13, 7pm at the Humming Tree - a short reading of the poetry of Leonard Cohen, to pay homage to the man who, until last week, was the world's greatest living poet.

THERE ARE SOME MEN

There are some men
who should have mountains
to bear their names to time.

Grave markers are not high enough
or green,
and sons go far away
to lose the fist
their father’s hand will always seem.

I had a friend:
he lived and died in mighty silence
and with dignity,
left no book son or lover to mourn.

Nor is this a mourning-song
but only a naming of this mountain
on which I walk,
fragrant, dark and softly white
under the pale of mist.
I name this mountain after him.

Leonard Cohen - in memoriam

“And he that will go to bed sober,
Falls with the leaf still in October.”
Goodbye, Dario Fo.....

You knew how to live the time that was given you
:'(

Any Pottermaniacs out there who want to help us do something special for JK Rowling's birthday this month?

Press from the Bawd 'n' Verse workshop

Bard was a Tempest, no Midsummer Dream - The New Indian Express BENGALURU: Four hundred years after Shakespeare’s demise, there aren’t enough productions of the legendary playwright’s original works, rues theatre person Deesh Mariwala.

How Shakespeare continues to be relevant today ;)

We wonder what the Bard would maketh of the modern-day clowns of today. The answer we doth find, is already in his plays.

On how poetry was part of daily life a half century ago, and the fascinating tale of Wazir Khanum:

"You must remember that in that time, I was born in 1945, it was common for people to know poetry, to know Urdu, Persian, English if they belonged to the middle-class. To quote poetry in conversation was a part of their lives. When you wanted to make a point in a discussion you would pick on a telling couplet."

‘In Urdu there are 18 words for love, but only one in English’ Shamsur Rahman Faruqi talks about how Urdu literary critics followed the lines set by the British and have created a false picture of the lives and times of its poets and writers. BY SHWETA UPADHYAY PHOTOGRAPHS BY HARIKRISHNA KATRAGDDA Shamsur Rahman Faruqi shot to the notice of the English-speaking…