Miss Mumbai,
Good morning.
Your interest flatters me.
Your presence intrigues.
I imagine that you flick a finger and a bell rings.
I hear a sitar sing, and see the burning eye of a tiger watching me from the shadows.
And then I hear the rhythm of the tabla.
I’m being fanciful, I know. But India, like Ireland, has a magic that remains elusive. The British knew it before they became tyrants. It’s why so many of them stayed there. Do I mind that these muses be made public? Why should I? Honesty is my ultimate defence.
I hope you have a good day, Miss India.
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...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
About Me
- JJ
- Ashbourne, Derbyshire, United Kingdom
- I've never had money because I've never been driven by money. I received little formal education beyond the age of sixteen, which isn't such a bad thing since you get a different angle on life that way. Learning what you want and need to learn often reveals things that the system's road keeps hidden.
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Anyone interested in viewing the availablity of my novel Odyssey or novella The Gift Horse can do so here.
To Be Retained...
...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
Khalil Gibran on Children.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
OMAR KAYYAM ON REGRET.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
Herman Hess on Nobility
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
Free Fiction
I have another blog called A Handful of Stories on which I've posted some of my short fiction. Most of it has been published by a variety of independent small press publishers, so somebody other than me must have thought it worth reading.
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2 comments:
Ah yes, the elephants and fakirs and such exotica. Dare I debunk such luring images? Can SUV's be as charming?
SUVs on the road, magic in the air? I'm also aware of the grinding poverty and corruption. I couldn't watch Slumdog Millionaire because it upset me too much. But a certain inherent nobility seems to shine through it all, nevertheless.
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