BOOKS: “Road to Mussoorie” by Ruskin Bond

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Roads to MussoorieRoads to Mussoorie by Ruskin Bond
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

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This is a collection of essays about Bond’s home of many years, Mussoorie, along with — as the title suggests — the areas one comes through traveling to – and hiking out of – Mussoorie. The book ventures from a straight up travelogue into ghost stories, local gossip, autobiography, and municipal history. It enlightens the reader on the White Woman of Mussoorie, on the death of its cinema, and on the town’s historical involvement in colonial licentiousness.

I enjoyed this short book. It’s humorous and offers one a feel of hill station India.

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“Birds of Prey” by Claude McKay [w/ Audio]

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Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day,
 As they go lumbering across the sky,
 Squawking in joy of feeling safe on high,
 Beating their heavy wings of owlish gray.
  They scare the singing birds of earth away
  As, greed-impelled, they circle threateningly,
  Watching the toilers with malignant eye,
  From their exclusive haven -- birds of prey.
 They swoop down for the spoil in certain might,
 And fasten in our bleeding flesh their claws.
  They beat us to surrender weak with fright,
  And tugging and tearing without let or pause,
  They flap their hideous wings in grim delight,
  And stuff our gory hearts into their maws.

Dragon Rider Limerick

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There once was a rider of dragons
 Who drank alcohol by the flagon,
   But dragons are mythic,
   So, there was an uptick
 In rides when he fell off the wagon.

DAILY PHOTO: City from the Forest

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Days of Wonder [Lyric Poem]

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Some say they miss days of wonder,
   But I think I see their blunder.
 Those thrilling days, they never left;
   It's something of one's soul, bereft.
 That fatal flaw of lacking awe
   Is from not seeing, cause you saw.

“Beauty” [Poetry Style # 9] by Sikong Tu [w/ Audio]

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When one makes god of wealth,
 Light glows from yellow "gold,"
 But the lavish withers --
 Even as its deeps take hold.

Fog at the river's edge.
 Red apricots, woods enfold.
 Moon shine on bower's flowers.
 Painted bridge in green shadow.
 An old bowl full of wine,
 As a friend's lute song unfolds.
Make your bliss of such things,
 And they will be your true gold.

NOTE: The late Tang Dynasty poet, Sikong Tu (a.k.a. Ssŭ-k‘ung T‘u,) wrote an ars poetica entitled Twenty-Four Styles of Poetry. It presents twenty-four poems that are each in a different tone, reflecting varied concepts from Taoist philosophy and aesthetics. Above is a crude translation of the ninth of the twenty-four poems. This poem’s Chinese title is 绮丽, and its translated titles include: “Beautiful,” “Intricate,” and “Embroideries.”

Monsoon Mountains [Haiku]

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rocky landscape:
 under gray clouds as far as
  eyes can see.

DAILY PHOTO: Lake Sevan

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