QUOTE 20/8/26
If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead & rotten, either write things worth reading, or do things worth the writing… BENJAMIN FRANKLIN
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An old tree dies. Grief arrives. The ancient oak that, according to folklore, sheltered Robin Hood in England’s Sherwood Forest, has fallen. (TOI EDITORIAL 20/6/26)
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As The Who sang, “Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.”
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Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation…KAHLIL GIBRAN
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Even a sheet of paper has two side… JAPANESE PROVERB
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We carry within us
The wonders we seek outside.
Rumi
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What is not good for the beehive is not good for the bee…MARCUS AURLEUS
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No tree is an island…
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I think that I shall never see/ A poem lovely as a tree…JOYCE KILMER
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Billy Bragg described the courts as: This isn’t a court of justice son, this is a court of law.
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Every thinking person is an atheist… ERNEST HEMINGWAY
Happy to share my poem LIFE IS SHORT published recently in The Shillong Times. I hope you like the piece. Thanks.

POEM: LIFE IS A BIG CHEAT by Kamlesh Tripathi
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Poem: Life Is a Big Cheat
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Kamlesh Tripathi
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Life is a big cheat,
It took away my friend,
At lightning speed,
Breaking the circadian rhythm,
And gave no relief.
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Between life and death,
One wonders.
Who plays the devious trick?
Life points an accusing finger at death.
Calling it a thief.
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But death remains unmoved,
Silent as winter,
Answering no allegations,
In an attempt not to surrender.
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Life dismays its defeat,
While quietly counting,
The receding breaths,
When in the state of death.
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Death has nothing to say.
It needs no defence,
Requires no courtroom,
No confrontation.
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Its silence,
Is older than language,
Its footsteps,
Are lighter than ghost steps.
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Who would have thought,
Death would come so surreptitiously,
Slipping between,
An unfinished sentence,
On an ordinary day?
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One moment,
There was a heartbeat,
Keeping faithful time,
The next,
The clock continued alone.
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Life will ask,
Again and again,
Where did he go?
Who closed the door,
Without a farewell?
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The walls will listen,
The empty chair will remember,
His books will still hold the warmth
of forgotten fingerprints.
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His favourite cup,
Will wait patiently,
For the hands,
That will never lift it again.
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Even the wind
will hesitate
at the threshold,
as though expecting
his familiar step.
Grief is a strange companion.
It arrives as a storm,
then settles
Like dust upon every surface.
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It teaches us
that absence
has a shape,
a weight,
a voice
heard only in silence.
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If life is a cheat,
love is its confession.
For even when breath departs,
love refuses
to follow.
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It lingers
in remembered conversations,
in unfinished letters,
in the cadence of a name
spoken softly at dusk.
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So I will not argue
with life
or with death.
As neither will answer.
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Written and posted by Kamlesh Tripathi
Author, Poet, & Columnist
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Short story: The Woman Who Rode Away by D.H. Lawrence
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“The Woman Who Rode Away” by D. H. Lawrence, is a short story first published in 1925. It is one of Lawrence’s more mysterious and disturbing works, dealing with escape, civilization versus primitive society, female desire, sacrifice, and the unknown.
Synopsis
The story follows an unnamed English woman who is dissatisfied with her comfortable but emotionally empty life. She lives with her husband and children in a remote part of Mexico, but feels increasingly alienated from her family and conventional society. She longs to escape the restrictions of civilized life and seeks something more primitive, mysterious, and spiritually powerful.
One day, almost impulsively, she rides away on horseback into the wilderness. Her journey takes her into the territory of an isolated indigenous community living in the mountains. The people she encounters are mysterious and frightening, and she gradually realizes that she has entered a world governed by beliefs and customs completely different from those of European civilization.
She is eventually taken to a remote settlement and becomes associated with the tribe’s ancient religious rituals. At first, she appears fascinated by the possibility of discovering something beyond ordinary civilized existence. However, her fascination gradually turns into fear when she learns that the tribe intends to use her as a human sacrifice.
The story reaches its climax when she is taken into a cave and prepared for the ritual. Rather than providing a conventional escape or rescue, Lawrence leaves her fate deliberately ambiguous and terrifying. The woman who rode away from civilization ultimately discovers that escaping one form of confinement may lead to another, far more frightening one.
The major themes are
1. Escape from civilization:
The woman wants to escape her conventional domestic life, but Lawrence questions whether freedom can really be found by simply abandoning civilization.
2. Civilization versus primitive life:
The story contrasts modern European society with an ancient tribal culture. Lawrence does not present either world as completely good or evil.
3. Female dissatisfaction:
The woman’s journey represents a revolt against the restricted role expected of women within marriage and domestic life.
4. Sacrifice:
The ending transforms her search for freedom into a horrifying encounter with sacrifice and death.
5. Mystery and the unknown:
Lawrence deliberately avoids explaining everything. The mysterious atmosphere makes the story feel almost like a dream or nightmare.
Significance of the title
“The Woman Who Rode Away” is significant because the act of riding away represents the woman’s desire for freedom and escape. Yet the irony is that her escape does not necessarily lead to freedom. She leaves one world behind only to enter another in which she has even less control over her destiny.
The story is therefore not merely an adventure tale; it is a psychological and symbolic exploration of a woman’s desire to break free from conventional life and the frightening consequences of confronting the unknown.
Written and posted by Kamlesh Tripathi
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Poem: Christabel by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Synopsis by Kamlesh Tripathi
Yes. “Christabel” is a famous unfinished narrative poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, written mainly in 1797–1800 and first published in 1816.
Christabel — Brief Summary
The poem tells the story of Christabel, a young and innocent noblewoman who encounters a mysterious woman named Geraldine in the forest at midnight. Christabel finds Geraldine apparently helpless and brings her home to her father, Sir Leoline.

Geraldine’s presence gradually creates an atmosphere of mystery, fear and supernatural unease. Although Christabel feels an immediate attraction and sympathy towards her, strange things happen around Geraldine. Christabel’s dog reacts violently to her, and Christabel herself experiences disturbing sensations.
When Geraldine meets Sir Leoline, he recognises her as the daughter of an old friend. He welcomes her warmly. However, the reader is given strong hints that Geraldine is not what she appears to be—possibly a supernatural or demonic being.
The poem ends unfinished, leaving the mystery unresolved.
Major themes
- Good versus evil – Christabel represents innocence and goodness, while Geraldine appears to embody a darker supernatural force.
- The supernatural – Dreams, spells, mysterious sounds and unexplained events create a Gothic atmosphere.
- Innocence and temptation – Christabel’s innocence is threatened by Geraldine’s mysterious influence.
- Beauty and deception – Geraldine appears beautiful and vulnerable but may actually be dangerous.
- Psychological fear – Coleridge explores fear through suggestion rather than directly explaining everything.
Why Christabel is important
The poem is one of the important works of English Gothic and Romantic literature. Coleridge uses a haunting atmosphere, supernatural ambiguity and musical language rather than a straightforward narrative. Its famous opening—
“’Tis the middle of night by the castle clock”
—immediately establishes the mysterious Gothic mood.
In short: Christabel is a tale of innocence encountering an apparently beautiful but possibly evil supernatural presence, and its unfinished ending makes the mystery even more powerful.
QUOTES 16.8.26
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One who controls the past controls the future: one who controls the present controls the past… GEORGE ORWELL 1984
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To see what is in front of one’s nose needs a constant struggle… GEORGE ORWELL
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If you could explain it to the average person, it wouldn’t have been worth the Nobel Prize… RICHARD P FEYNMAN
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Jonathan Franzen writes that the first lesson reading teaches you is to be alone.
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Brecht masterpiece: “I won’t let you spoil my war for me. Destroys the weak, does it? Well, what does peace do for’ em, huh? War feeds its people better.”
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You know the nerd, the leper, shit -kickin’ surfer…Stay in trenches… That line from Taylor Hackford’s 1997 film, The Devil’s Advocate
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When you find yourself in a hole, the first thing is to stop digging
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To summarise: when they look back on their careers, at the end of their service, they should see 30 years of learning and improvement, not one year’s of experience repeated 30 times (cabinet secretary 26/6/26 TOI EDITORIAL)
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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“The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” is a famous narrative poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, first published in 1798 in Lyrical Ballads. It tells the story of a sailor who commits a senseless crime against nature and must suffer for it before finding redemption.
Summary
The poem begins with an Ancient Mariner stopping a Wedding Guest on his way to a wedding. The Mariner has a strange, hypnotic power and insists on telling his story.
The Mariner and his fellow sailors are travelling by ship when a violent storm drives them toward the South Pole. Their ship becomes trapped in ice. Suddenly, an Albatross, a large seabird, appears. The sailors welcome it as a good omen because its arrival seems to bring favourable winds and helps them escape the ice.
However, for no apparent reason, the Mariner shoots the Albatross with his crossbow. His fellow sailors are horrified at first, but when the weather improves, they begin to believe that killing the bird was not wrong. Later, when the wind becomes favourable, they blame the Mariner for the misfortune. The Albatross is hung around his neck as a symbol of his guilt.
The ship enters a region of calm seas, where there is no wind and the sailors suffer terribly from thirst. The famous line describes their condition:
“Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.”
A mysterious ghostly ship eventually appears. On it are two supernatural figures, Death and Life-in-Death, gambling for the lives of the sailors. Life-in-Death wins the Mariner. One by one, the sailors die, while the Mariner is left completely alone.
At first, the Mariner cannot pray because he feels spiritually separated from God. Then he notices the beautiful water snakes swimming in the sea. Instead of seeing them with disgust, he suddenly appreciates their beauty and blesses them instinctively. At that moment, his curse begins to break. The Albatross falls from his neck and he is able to pray again.
Rain finally comes, and the dead sailors mysteriously rise and operate the ship. The Mariner eventually reaches land, but his punishment is not completely over. He is condemned to wander from place to place and tell his story to certain people. Whenever the impulse comes upon him, he must tell his tale.
The poem ends with the Mariner explaining the lesson he has learned: we must love and respect every living creature because all life is part of God’s creation. The Wedding Guest, deeply affected by the story, does not attend the wedding. Instead, he goes away feeling wiser and spiritually transformed.
Main Themes
- Respect for nature: The killing of the Albatross represents humanity’s careless destruction of nature.
- Sin and punishment: The Mariner’s thoughtless act brings terrible consequences.
- Guilt and redemption: His suffering eventually leads him to spiritual awakening.
- Supernatural forces: Ghostly ships, spirits, and mysterious events create the poem’s Gothic atmosphere.
- Love for all living beings: The central moral is that every creature deserves compassion.
- Isolation: The Mariner’s loneliness represents the spiritual consequences of wrongdoing.
Central Message
The poem ultimately teaches that human beings are connected to all forms of life. To harm another living creature without reason is to violate the harmony of creation. Redemption becomes possible when the Mariner learns to appreciate and love the natural world.
Celebrating Independence Day at The Eiffel Tower & Liechtenstein … by Kamlesh Tripathi
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A Journey from London to Paris and Liechtenstein with India in the Heart
Kamlesh Tripathi
We were up at three in the morning on Independence Day. The plan was to catch the famous Eurostar train from St Pancras International Station, London, from where trains depart for Paris and Brussels. Our train, Eurostar 9004, was scheduled to leave at 7:01 am London time.
We left the hotel at 4:30 am, carrying a packed breakfast, and reached the railway station by five. Our coach driver, Barrington, drove us there. The security check was somewhat cumbersome, particularly because of our heavy luggage. After completing the formalities, we were effectively leaving the United Kingdom and entering continental Europe on a Schengen visa. About twenty minutes before departure, our gate number was announced. Our group occupied coaches 12 and 13, after walking past Gate 10.
Soon, the Eurostar pulled out of Platform 10 at St Pancras. Paris, here we come! The journey to Paris took approximately two hours and twenty minutes. We arrived at Paris-Gare-du-Nord at 10:20 am London time. However, according to the Paris clock, it was 11:20 am, since Paris is one hour ahead of London. One interesting aspect of the journey was crossing the English Channel through the Channel Tunnel. The train travelled beneath the Channel for roughly 15 to 16 minutes on its way to France. Our immigration formalities had already been completed at St Pancras before boarding the train.
During the journey, we enjoyed the packed breakfast we had brought from the hotel, accompanied by hot coffee. It was a simple breakfast, but tasted good.
On reaching Paris, our local tour guide, Mr Senthil, an expatriate Indian from Tamil Nadu, welcomed us with a cheerful Vanakkam— Tamil Namaste. Soon, Paris began unfolding before our eyes.
Our city tour took us past Place de la Concorde, the Opera House, and a Greek Orthodox Church displaying rich Greek architectural influences. We also saw the Golden Flame, near the Pont de l’Alma, associated with the tragic death of Princess Diana, and then proceeded to Les Invalides, where Napoleon Bonaparte’s tomb is located.
We stopped for lunch at an Indian restaurant called ‘Welcome India’. After lunch, at around two in the afternoon, we set off for the Eiffel Tower. The place was teeming with tourists. Paris, however, had another surprise in store for us. Everywhere one looked, one encountered reminders of literature and history. The names of Jules Verne, the celebrated author of Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, and Victor Hugo, author of Les Misérables and The Hunchback of Notre-Dame, appeared on billboards and around public places. It reminded me of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s bust in Baker Street, London, where Sherlock Holmes continues to live in the imagination of millions.
But the real adventure was still ahead. It took us nearly two hours to negotiate the security queues and finally reach the summit of the Eiffel Tower. The aerial view of Paris from the top was simply gorgeous. The summit had earlier been closed, but fortunately it was reopened, and we were lucky enough to obtain tickets.
At the summit, there is even a Champagne bar. We had a drink there while looking down upon the magnificent city of Paris. The Eiffel Tower has three principal visitor levels—the first floor, the second floor and the summit. The elevators and stairs take visitors to the first and second levels. From the second-floor platform, a separate elevator takes visitors to the summit. The descent follows the same sequence.

And then came the moment for which the entire journey seemed to have been waiting. We unfurled the Tiranga at the Eiffel Tower. There we were—Indians in a foreign land, standing before one of the world’s most recognisable monuments, celebrating India’s Independence Day. We sang our National Anthem with pride. The moment was deeply emotional. We were thousands of kilometres away from India, yet for those few minutes India seemed to be right there with us.
We distributed pastries and cakes among fellow tourists and some of the service providers at the Tower. Their smiles and curiosity made the celebration even more memorable. After beholding the Eiffel Tower from above, we embarked on a river cruise on the Seine. The cruise was breathtaking. Paris looked entirely different from the river—its bridges, buildings and monuments forming a moving panorama.
After an hour of free time, we drove towards the heart of Paris and reached the Champs-Élysées, the grand avenue of the city. In its own way, it reminded me of Kartavya Path in New Delhi—a broad, ceremonial avenue representing the character and grandeur of a capital city. We had a photo session there amid the glittering lights. And then, unexpectedly, we returned to the Eiffel Tower. Wow!
It was around eleven at night, and the Eiffel Tower was brilliantly illuminated against the dark Parisian sky. Standing there and looking at the glittering monument, I could not help feeling as though Paris itself was joining us in celebrating India’s Independence Day. The best Independence Day celebration in a foreign land could hardly have been imagined. We finally reached our hotel around midnight.
The 15th of August turned out to be the longest day of our entire tour—from 3 a.m. to midnight, from London to Paris, and from one unforgettable experience to another. It was exhausting, exhilarating and, above all, deeply patriotic.
But that wasn’t all. There was another remarkable connection with 15 August waiting for us. On 20 August, we left Switzerland at around 9:30 am and travelled towards Wattens in Austria, passing through Vaduz, the capital of Liechtenstein. Liechtenstein is one of Europe’s smallest countries, with a population of only around 40,000 people. What fascinated us was that Liechtenstein, too, celebrates its National Day on 15 August.

We took a guided mini-train tour around Vaduz. And then came another delightful surprise. The pre-recorded commentary accompanying the tour was available in Hindi! Of all the languages we could have expected in this tiny European principality, Hindi was the one that made us sit up and smile. It was India, India, all the way.
As Indians travelling through Europe, we felt an unexpected surge of pride. Our national day had found a curious echo in this little country nestled among the Alps.
Looking back, our journey had acquired a beautiful geographical and emotional symmetry: India on 15 August, Paris on 15 August, and Liechtenstein also celebrating its National Day on the same date.
And on the 20th, our European journey became a culinary trinity of its own: Breakfast in Switzerland, Lunch in Liechtenstein, and dinner in Austria.
From London to Paris, from the Eiffel Tower to the Alps, from the Tiranga to Hindi commentary in Liechtenstein, the journey was a reminder that patriotism does not necessarily become weaker when one travels away from home. Sometimes, being far from India makes you feel India even more deeply.
Written and posted by Kamlesh Tripathi
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Happy to share my piece ‘Marcusian Formulations’ carried today by the Speaking Tree, Economic Times on 14/8/26 for your kind reading. Hope you like the piece.
