"...Last heard the Cosmopolite who threw a contemptuous eye at anyone ignorant of the great cities and myriad colours of this vibrant world, was thrown out for sizing up another guy who dared to defy his home town's central water reserve tank" -- The Cosmopolite In Cafe O.Henry
Every single guy posting or commenting resort to poetry in order to escape the responsibilty of clarification and lucidity whih necessiates good prose. My case rest! ;)
Every single guy - Posting or commenting, Resorts to poetry In order to escape The responsibilty of clarification And of lucidity. Lucidity which necessiates, A good prose. My case rest!
I guess this answers Manish'da! (PS: besides some correction of grammatical mistakes and addition of some ornatory articles and words, the prose remains the same.)
I would like to quote from there: "Though I disagree that lucidity is a bane. Its just that being lucid is not really lucid enuough.
And the magnanimous irony lies in the fact that those who deliver lucidity, need a comparable intellect to do so."
All these interestingly reminds me of Shakespeare's Antonio. And the fall of Antonio was since "he started crediting his own lie." And the almost-fall of another Antonio... I guess I would be too blatant to exemplify that.
My..My...I am tingling with anticipation of a battle! Indeed - wait for the 20th - whence my true colours shall be revealed! Beware the moment boy! For there are none to match my wrath!
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And when you come 'down',
to my city of amorous joys.
Amidst a social chaos
And a prostituting religion,
Amidst crowded lanes
And six-lane high-ways,
Amidst the vote-earning slums
And hundred acre self-contained highrise,
Amidst vindictive politics
And countless crippled NGOs,
Amidst unemployed abstract poets
And son of a son of an engineer,
Amidst frequent bloggers
And banks using achaic telegraphic money transfers,
Amidst six hundred Chevrolet Optra
And thirty thousand Autorickshaws,
Amidst you
And amidst me.
I wonder where am I 'up' to,
My city of idealized dreams!
"...Last heard the Cosmopolite who threw a contemptuous eye at anyone ignorant of the great cities and myriad colours of this vibrant world, was thrown out for sizing up another guy who dared to defy his home town's central water reserve tank"
-- The Cosmopolite In Cafe
O.Henry
Every single guy posting or commenting resort to poetry in order to escape the responsibilty of clarification and lucidity whih necessiates good prose.
My case rest!
;)
Guess who's court the ball is in now !!!!
Every single guy -
Posting or commenting,
Resorts to poetry
In order to escape
The responsibilty of clarification
And of lucidity.
Lucidity which necessiates,
A good prose.
My case rest!
I guess this answers Manish'da!
(PS: besides some correction of grammatical mistakes and addition of some ornatory articles and words, the prose remains the same.)
Oh and I forgot to mention one thing!
Look who is talking of lucidity!
Refer: making-out-like-lemmings.html
I would like to quote from there: "Though I disagree that lucidity is a bane. Its just that being lucid is not really lucid enuough.
And the magnanimous irony lies in the fact that those who deliver lucidity, need a comparable intellect to do so."
All these interestingly reminds me of Shakespeare's Antonio. And the fall of Antonio was since "he started crediting his own lie." And the almost-fall of another Antonio... I guess I would be too blatant to exemplify that.
My..My...I am tingling with anticipation of a battle! Indeed - wait for the 20th - whence my true colours shall be revealed!
Beware the moment boy! For there are none to match my wrath!
"And so it begins.........the war that
shall write history of the times to
come"
- The King of Rohan
Lord Of The Rings Two Towers
P.J-(peter jackson)version!
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And about the so-called self presumed battle, I have only one phraze (in bengali)...
"Holdey phooley phoring naachey"
Legend for non-bengali readers:
1. holdey = yellow coloured
2. phooley = flower
3. phoring = dragon-fly
4. naachey = dances.
amen (ahem) :-p
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