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Pujit Aggarwal Redivivus - Sonnet 94

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  They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow: They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet Though to itself it only live and die, But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.    This sonnet commemorates the singular profile of a leader who is in full control of his qualities. More often than not damage is caused not necessarily by our vices but our virtues also when they are either misused or used without proper self-audit. A true blue leader exercises proper restraint in the dispensation of his resources. You may have the power to obliterate the ho

Pujit Aggarwal Redivivus - Robert Frost

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  Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.   Frost owes his reputation today to one of his simple metrical poems and to three public dignitaries who accidentally became its publicists because of its memorability and alleged profundity. JF Kennedy, Jawaharlal Nehru, and Dr. Tom Dooley praised this poem in speech and writing for its inspirational quotient.   Dr. Tom Dooley volunteered his services in Southeast Asia, especially in conflict-riddled Vietnam, as a humanitarian medico. His autobiogra

Pujit Aggarwal Redivivus - Sonnet 116

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  Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no! It is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand ‘ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. Shakespeare was essentially a multifaceted poet.   He is widely recognized as the most outstanding dramatist in the history of western literature. His 37 plays are imbued with a vision that includes horseplay, laughter, and a tragic sense of life that runs, like an invisible stream, under the comedic quips and antics of clowns, jesters, and buffoons that animate his comedies, tragicomedies,

Pujit Aggarwal Redivivus - Endless Path

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    My formal education finished me over a quarter of a century ago. The vortex of work sucked me in, propelling me into a spiral of apprenticeship, learning on the job, and a punitive regimen of tasks that had to be completed within the specified time allotted to each.   You were not allowed to wrap it up and deliver the package in a hurry. Your supervisor brooked no crease or crinkle on the wrapper. If so, you went back to the drawing board to rehearse the operation meticulously so as to meet the irreducible criteria set down by Quality Control. Only then were you were handed in an absorbent napkin to wipe the beads of sweat that bedewed your brow. Learn to earn the guerdon.   Your productivity, even in the short run, does not go unrewarded. Besides monetary and material incentives, your seniors proffer you something that immeasurably exceeds the importance of money and status. It is appreciation and empowerment with enough leeway to realize your potential.   “Become what you are!” e

Pujit Aggarwal Redivivus - THE WHAT & HOW

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    Personality development should ideally be an integral part of formal education, like sex education and ethics. You cannot stride out of the sublime portal of an institution waving a degree or diploma in your hand to hear the job market proclaim that you lack smarts, tact, finesse, dynamism, alacrity, presentability, confidence, and brilliance to qualify you for the post.   What the interviewers find missing is personality. They advise you to work on it. Develop it. Enrich it. Once you have accomplished it, the market will unroll the red carpet for you to tread on towards the corridors of power and glory. Mere paper qualifications are not enough, cowboy. You need complementary skills to fortify your horse for the daunting tour of the rodeo.   So, you join one of the parallel coaching outfits to equip you with all the accessories of the armour the job market found missing.   Their cast iron, prefabricated modules consist of theory, practice, photocopies of notes, and audiovisuals. Th

Pujit Aggarwal Redivivus - Daffodils

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    All of us who have had some exposure to English poetry must possess the whole or part of the poem by heart. There are a multitude of flowers more eye-catching than daffodils, but Wordsworth, in his short poem, virtually immortalises their vivacity and splendour.   There was a very intimate correlation between walking and creativity. Wordsworth’s affinity with nature in all its multifarious forms was different from an instinctive engagement with nature exemplified by several poets before and after him. Wordsworth’s equation with nature is endowed with awe, mystery, reverence, and an awareness of the power we associate with the pervasive transcendence of divinity. Nature manifests itself as a stern, moral disciplinarian as well as a nurse, a nanny, and a playmate.   The poet sketches out the spectacular beauty and vitality of daffodils in four stanzas of six lines each. The alternating rhymes close with a nifty rhymed couplet. During a solitary, brooding walk, he suddenly beholds a p

Pujit Aggarwal Redivivus - Words as Remedy

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      I was an average student though the school I was studying in, was quite pricy and elitist. I somehow managed to keep afloat by swotting up the syllabus a few weeks before the ogre of the final examination started looming larger and closer.     My top priority was just to scrape through. Parents, ambitious as ever, worried about my poor performance. They sought help from tutors who recommended supplementary coaching to compensate for the deficit in me or the mainstream pedagogy.   A bunch of private tutors was deployed to optimize my potential and boost my grades. The brunt of additional coaching began to take its toll and reduced me to a frazzle. I started suffering from insomnia. I dozed in the classroom.   The inefficacy of the remedial modalities prescribed by the gurus and super gurus compounded the anxiety of my parents. Since eminent educationists with their formulary were unable to haul me out of the mire of mediocrity, only an exorcist could drive away the demon of low gr