Thursday, August 28, 2008

GOD

I searched for Thee
Up in the sky and deep in the sea
High in the hills and low in the valleys
In the flowing water and in the blowing breeze

I searched for Thee
In the broad day light
And in the pitch dark night
On land, ocean and space

I searched for Thee
In books, riches and idols
In power, fame and wisdom
In temples, churches and mosques

I searched for Thee
In all the places I could think of
Oh! Only then did I realize
Where Love is; there God is!

UNCLE TOM'S CABIN - A REVIEW

Uncle Tom's Cabin contrasts the many different attitudes that southerners as well as northerners shared towards slavery. Generally, it shows the evils of slavery and the cruelty and inhumanity of the peculiar institution, in particular how masters treat their slaves and how families are torn apart because of slavery. The novel centers on a pious slave, Uncle Tom, and how he is sold over and over again. It shows the different outlook that Tom's master's share about slavery, and how their slaves should be treat.Stowe is trying to prove to the reader that slavery is wrong and nothing short of evil and cruel.

She opens the novel, by showing two slave owners, making a business deal. Mr. Shelby is in debt to Haley, so he must sell Uncle Tom and Harry, tearing them apart from their families. Stowe shows a young slave woman, Eliza, and her affection for her son Harry, when she decides to take her son and run away. In a time when it was quite common for a black woman to see almost all of her children die, Harriet Beecher Stowe created Eliza, a strong and powerful woman fleeing slavery and risking everything to protect her son. This disputes the common belief of the time that slaves' mothers have less affection for their youth than white women. Here, there is a subtle yet strong emphasis on the moral and physical strength of women. Uncle Tom is sold again to Augustine St. Clare, whose daughter is Eva. To Tom, the girl seemed almost divine. In Uncle Tom's Cabin, Stowe supplies the reader with two diametrically opposed characters, the two children, and representatives of the two extremes of society. Eva is a fair, spiritual, highbred child with golden head, deep eyes, noble brow, and prince like movements; born of ages of cultivation, command, education, physical and moral eminence while Topsy is an African, born of oppression, ignorance, and toil. The two children, Evangeline and Topsy, teach us a lesson about love. Eva loves everyone, especially Uncle Tom. She makes Tom overcome his sorrows & makes an awesome companion. Tom receives good treatment at the St. Clare's, which proves that the novel is not one-sided, showing that there were kind slave owners.

However Uncle Tom is sold again, this time up the Red River to the "devil" Simon Legree. Simon Legree constantly beats his slaves, under feeds them, and over works them. Legree tries to break Tom's character by asking him," join my own church,"(I.e., To become cruel) .At the climax of the story, Simon Legree over works and beats Tom to the point where Tom dies. When George confronts Legree, he simply answers "what's the fuss over a dead nigger". Simon Legree is the worst of the worst. If he doesn't make you see the evils of slavery, then you're blind.Stowe has done an excellent work upon characterization.

Uncle Tom is described as strong, intelligent, capable, good, and kind, he is the most heroic figure in the novel. The list of Tom's virtues is endless. However his most important characteristic is his Christian faith. When given the opportunity to kill Simon Legree with an axe, he refuses and responds, "No good can come of evil." Uncle Tom's main relationship to society is that he a pious, hard working, Christian.I believe the story is effective. The novel has enormous power. Uncle Tom's Cabin may be a tearjerker, but it succeeds.

The novel also skillfully demonstrates the absurdities and contradictions of slavery. For instance, Mr. Shelby believes himself to be a good Christian man with a genuine respect for his slaves. He still is not respectful of them, although his treatment of slaves is better than most masters'. For example, when Shelby and Haley are discussing the ensuing trade, Harry enters the room and Shelby has him dance around like a clown and then tosses raisins at him. It is also ironic that after George invents a machine to clean hemp the employer congratulates not George, but George's master for owning such a slave. Ophelia prides herself on her liberal anti-slavery ideas, but shrinks when she herself has to touch Topsy and bathe her. Tom is black and a devout and kind Christian, but Legree's deputies, Sambo and Quimbo, also both black are un-Christian, savage and cruel. The moral is that it is not the colour of one's skin, which makes a man good or bad.

In another set of contrasts, the helpless and innocent Eva is crushed by the moral wrongs of slavery, while the persecuted Topsy, survives her fate through sheer insensitivity and high spirits. There are many such fascinating studies of character and ironic situations, which makes it both a dramatic novel and a powerful statement against slavery.

Stowe is constantly trying to prove that slavery is evil & immoral; popularizing the abolitionist cause .Her overheated style accomplishes that. Not only does this novel examine the attitudes of the nineteenth-century white society toward slavery, but also it introduces us to the hearts, minds and souls of several remarkable and unprecedented characters.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

My First Published Work!!!

I have been wondering wat bloggin is all about for a really long time.... but didnt really venture to find out... then one fine day i saw my little sis blogging... n tht gosh i have waited too long... n then created my blog account(n thx to sri vidya mam too coz i cudnt wait to comment on her Enggineering=arrogance n d only way i cud comment on was by havin my own account...).. So i hvnt yet really begun bloggin but then tht why not post an earlier work?(shud i call it my earliest work seeing that i wrote it when i was at school? ) Here it goes....

A STRANGE RELATIONSHIP
He was chasing me up and down the rooms of his house. I scurried under beds, chairs and tables – anywhere, anyway to get away from him. Finally in desperation I lunged towards a window. He stopped and burst out laughing when he saw there was no way for me to escape from him. “Mommmmmm...” I wailed, as he approached me slowly with a menacing smile on his face. His hand neared me and my timid eyes closed automatically. He pinched my cheeks so hard that I yelled. Tears rolled down upon my cheeks, which had turned pink. This was a routine whenever I met my cousin. I would beg my parents in the attempt of persuading them not to take me to his house. The mere thought of meeting him made me feel bitter and sick. My cousin was usually a nice and calm guy. He was soft and a goody- goody with everyone but me. The sight of me brought him great energy, enthusiasm for his slender body and an additional glitter to his eyes. That glitter meant only one thing for me –DANGER. I would run frantically for a safe place to hide on seeing him. He chasing and me running was more like a Tom and Jerry show than anything else. He never behaved this way with any of my other cousins. Nobody would say him not to chase me. My complaints never worked against him. And that was not without reason. The strange thing was that my cousin and I weren’t of the same age group. I was in my primary school while he was in his college. Everyone thought a college guy wouldn’t play with a school kid like that. Moreover, even if they thought the other way round, my cousin was a very responsible person. He was a social worker even during his college days. He used to take evening classes for the old and the poor. This made it all the more difficult for me to prove my accusations. Every time I get caught he would make my cheeks go red. He did it at every opportunity, which I found to my dismay was our every single meeting. I HATED him. I thought, then, he would be the only one whom I would ever hate like I hated him. Once my aunt, his mother, came home and she wanted me to come over to her house. I did not want to go, ofcourse. But I couldn’t say that in front of her. So I obliged to her wish, reluctantly. We reached her house through bus. When I was getting down I landed my leg on a big, sharp nail. It pierced my slippers and my big toe. I cried for I couldn’t bare the pain. I saw my cousin approach me with the same menacing grin and the glitter in his eyes. How could I run with a wound so fresh on my toe? I was bleeding! But as soon as he saw the wound his grin vanished all of a sudden. He looked concerned. As soon as we reached his house he placed me on a chair, cleaned and dressed my wound with a sponge and a piece of cloth. That evening he took me to the doc. I didn’t want to go with him all alone coz I was afraid but I was equally afraid to tell him this. So I went with him. I got down from his bike and was finding it hard to walk- one reason was that I had a wounded toe and the other- I wasn’t wearing my slip-ons. The wound made even wearing my slip-ons a Mission Impossible. He saw me struggle and out of the blue took me in his arms. I suddenly felt a rush of compassion and gratitude towards him. He got me treated. I was injected as I had a septic. Though I managed to keep my mouth shut I couldn’t keep my tears from flowing. He got me a chocolate so that it could make up for my pain. After all it was an age where a choco-bar would make up for anything. For the next few days, it was he who took care of me. It took a week or two to heal. Because of his care and concern my wound, both in my leg and heart healed. However when I got well the hide and seek game began all over again. But now his sight brought only warmth and compassion to my heart and not cold hatred. And one such chase was during September. I was in my 5th grade and he had dropped over my house on his way to a friend’s. He wished me good luck for my terminal exams, which were nearing. In the middle of my exams I had this terrible news, which gave me a huge blow. My cousin had died in an accident. Even when I heard this news it didn’t mean anything to me. I did not feel sorry for him nor did I cry. But when I saw his body lying lifeless, streams of tears flowed upon my cheeks. Only then did I realize that strange relationship that existed between us. It always appeared to be cold hatred but I realized on that day it wasn’t, it was a great strange affection. Children have the ability to forget quickly and it always is a question of ‘Out of sight; out of mind’. Time did provide the healing touch but I couldn’t forget him entirely. Especially my times with him, our hide and seek, my yelling, his menacing laughter. His thought always throws open the floodgates of tears and fond memories.