A Song About Myself 

           – John Keats 


There was a naughty boy,  
A naughty boy was he,
He would not stop at home,
He could not quiet be-
      He took
      In his knapsack
      A book
      Full of vowels
      And a shirt
      With some towels,
      A slight cap
      For night cap,
      A hair brush,
      Comb ditto,
      New stockings
      For old ones
      Would split O!
      This knapsack
      Tight at’s back
      He rivetted close
   And followed his nose
      To the north,
      To the north,
   And follow’d his nose
      To the north.

There was a naughty boy
   And a naughty boy was he,
For nothing would he do
   But scribble poetry-
      He took
      An ink stand
      In his hand
      And a pen
      Big as ten
      In the other,
      And away
      In a pother
      He ran
      To the mountains
      And fountains
      And ghostes
      And postes
      And witches
      And ditches
      And wrote
      In his coat
      When the weather
      Was cool,
      Fear of gout,
      And without
      When the weather
      Was warm-
      Och the charm
      When we choose
   To follow one’s nose
      To the north,
      To the north,
   To follow one’s nose
      To the north!


There was a naughty boy
   And a naughty boy was he,
He kept little fishes
   In washing tubs three
      In spite
      Of the might
      Of the maid
      Nor afraid
      Of his Granny-good-
      He often would
      Hurly burly
      Get up early
      And go
      By hook or crook
      To the brook
      And bring home
      Miller’s thumb,
      Not over fat,
      Minnows small
      As the stall
      Of a glove,
      Not above
      The size
      Of a nice
      Little baby’s
      Little fingers-
      O he made
      ‘Twas his trade
   Of fish a pretty kettle
      A kettle-
      A kettle
   Of fish a pretty kettle
      A kettle!


There was a naughty boy,
   And a naughty boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
   The people for to see-
      There he found
      That the ground
      Was as hard,
      That a yard
      Was as long,
      That a song
      Was as merry,
      That a cherry
      Was as red,
      That lead
      Was as weighty,
      That fourscore
      Was as eighty,
      That a door
      Was as wooden
      As in England-
   So he stood in his shoes
      And he wonder’d,
      He wonder’d,
   He stood in his
      Shoes and he wonder’d.


We focus too much on the good nature of people –  kindness, loyalty, reverence etc. We often coax ourselves into not looking at our darker side – our vanities – if you will. 

Doesn’t that make humanity too? 


Just imagine walking down a quiet street,  late on a windy night,  with the thinnest piece of clothing you can possibly imagine. 

Now, what do you feel?  

On books and reading

Three years ago, all my reading appetite meant was a few stories in my school English Literature syllabus. I hated Literature of any sort. 

But slowly it changed. When I got into college, I found myself vacant with a lot of time. I had not bought a laptop then. That’s when I started reading. I’m not quite sure what made me do that.

It was a good beginning. But I was slow, not in reading. I was slow with finishing the books I started. There would always be something else easier to do then open a book. Like watching a movie or TV series. Or sleeping. I’d postpone reading forever.

Last summer, I tried to change that a little bit. During the vacations, I started writing this blogs and a few pieces for an educational website. I realized that books helped a lot in writing. I’d always have something to share. 

I also realized that having a few goals, not necessarily strict ones, helped. I’d know how to space out my reading time to finish a book in time. Sometimes it’d be done early, sometimes late. But the deviation was quite even on both sides. 

I also felt that my surroundings often determined my propensity to read. If I had a TV or a laptop or a phone to operate, I’d seldom read. If my book was kept in some shelf where it would be find it, I’d rather check my Facebook notifications. There were pseudo – obstacles to access to reading. 

Carrying a book wherever I went – trains, cabs, lectures etc. helped to increase the access to the book I was reading. I started to reading multiple books simultaneously, from different genres. I’d read in short cycles of, say, 30 minutes to finish a chapter I’d start or to read a certain number of pages. 

I’d even watch movies or interviews of the author pertaining to the book. Those gave me a different perspective of the writer’s mind, how he/she thought of a plot different than I did. I’d read other pieces penned by them on the web. It felt like a big boost to my understanding of the book and of the author.

I’d talk more about the books I was reading. I even did my seminar on a topic related to a book, The Empire of All Maladies, I was reading at the time. I did another of my assignment on  Women’s Movement in India, relating to a book on the topic. 

Many books are challenging book they question my biases, my narrative of events but they are the most interesting. Books have helped me think about topics that I’d never have thought of, in ways couldn’t have otherwise. 

Last year I read 39 books. This year I plan to take it to 50+. I hope I get there.Edit

On Mental Health 

The Brtish Royal Family has started a campaign, Heads Together, to remove the taboo surounding mental health problems.

Watch thiese short videos.

Here Prince Harry, Princess Kate and Prince William discuss the issue.

And here Prince William talks to Lady Gaga –

They surely have followed the example of late Princess Diana.


If you could see the beauty of nature…
Its true beauty –

Beyond the bees and the lilies,
The mangoes and the flamingoes,
The ants and the rants,
The dogs and the thick-think logs…

The common infinte processes hiding in plane sight…
That occur in harmony…oblivious to our senses,
That carry us forward each second, each inch…

You would know what I mean.

via Daily Prompt: Harmony