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Friday, March 2, 2018

The Merchant of Venice - TNPSC General English




The Merchant of Venice

Plot summary:

A young Venetian, Bassanio, needs a loan of three thousand ducats so that he can woo Portia, a wealthy Venetian heiress. He approaches his friend Antonio, a merchant. Antonio is short of money because all his wealth is invested in his fleet, which is currently at sea. He goes to a Jewish money lender, Shylock, who hates Antonio because of Antonio’s anti-semitic behaviour towards him.

Shylock nevertheless agrees to make the short-term loan, but, in a moment of dark humour, he makes a condition – the loan must be repaid in three months or Shylock will exact a pound of flesh from Antonio. Antonio agrees, confident that his ships will return in time.

Because of the terms of Portia’s father’s will, all suitors must choose from among three caskets, one of which contains a portrait of her. If he chooses that he may marry Portia, but if doesn’t he must vow never to marry or court another woman. The Princes of Morocco and Aragon fail the test and are rejected. As Bassanio prepares to travel to Belmont for the test, his friend Lorenzo elopes with Shylock’s daughter, Jessica. Bassanio chooses the lead casket, which contains her picture, and Portia happily agrees to marry him immediately.

Meanwhile, two of Antonio’s ships have been wrecked and Antonio’s creditors are pressurizing him for repayment. Word comes to Bassanio about Antonio’s predicament, and he hurries back to Venice, leaving Portia behind. Portia follows him, accompanied by her maid, Nerissa. They are disguised as a male lawyer and his clerk. When Bassanio arrives the date for the repayment to Shylock has passed and Shylock is demanding his pound of flesh. Even when Bassanio offers much more than the amount in repayment, Shylock, now infuriated by the loss of his daughter, is intent on seeking revenge on the Christians. The Duke refuses to intervene.

Portia arrives in her disguise to defend Antonio. Given the authority of judgment by the Duke, Portia decides that Shylock can have the pound of flesh as long as he doesn’t draw blood, as it is against the law to shed a Christian’s blood. Since it is obvious that to draw a pound of flesh would kill Antonio, Shylock is denied his suit. Moreover, for conspiring to murder a Venetian citizen, Portia orders that he should forfeit all his wealth. Half is to go to Venice, and half to Antonio.

Antonio gives his half back to Shylock on the condition that Shylock bequeaths it to his disinherited daughter, Jessica. Shylock must also convert to Christianity. A broken Shylock accepts. News arrives that Antonio’s remaining ships have returned safely. With the exception of Shylock, all celebrate a happy ending to the affair.

Thursday, March 1, 2018

The Life Tree


The Life Tree by A.P.J. Abdul Kalam


Oh, my human race,
How, we were born,
In the Universe of near infinity,
Are we alone?

I was seeking answer for the great
Question of creation, weighing heavy
My mind as I am in seventieth orbit
Around sun, my little habitat, the star
Where my race living, lived billions of years
And will live billions of years, till the sun shines.
This is the millennium question of humanity,
And sought the help of our creator.

On the eventful day, I was flying
The earth below me, the human habitat
Vanished in the white river of cloud,
Silent, turbulent free everywhere the divine
Splendour reflecting.
On the above, the full moon with its magnificent might,
My heart melted, my friend co-passenger
Vidyasagar joined in the heavenly display.
The beauty entered into our soul
And blossomed happiness into our mind and body.
We the humanity bowed to the heavenly answer,
We are not alone, billion of billion lives
Of various forms spring in the planets of
Galaxy after galaxies.
Then the dawn of divine message.

There was the divine echo in the full moon night
From my creator.
Shaken, bewildered and wondered
The echo engulfed me and my race
"You, the human race is the best of my creation
You will live and live.
You give and give till you are united,
In human happiness and pain.
My bliss will be born in you
Love is the mission of humanity,
You will see every day in Life Tree
You learn and learn
My best of creations."
Beautiful morning it was,
Sun radiating, driving away the clouds
Parrots and Kokilas were at their musical flight
We the yellow heaven group entered
Flower garden of Asiad
Roses were in their splendour
Radiating beauty in White and Crimson
Bowing to the dawn of sun
We walked and walked, our feet on the green
Meadow giving velvet touch,
Children somewhere ringing in unison in their innocence
Peacocks in the background giving beautiful display.

There was a majestic scence of Life Tree
Cluster of tall and straight Nag Phali grove
Undaunted to the sun rays direction
Multi layered, each flower plant bubbling with life,
We approached very close to the happy plants
Astonished to see the nature?s wonder.
Bottom layers have shed the flower all around the sand
Whereas mid layer flower blossomed
In number to the magnificence
Perfume radiating, beauty all around
Honey bees filling the flower bed, mutual love flowing
Intoxicated with the scene, we looked at the top layer
Ring of the buds about to blossom
And new layers at their birth.

Again the great divine echo enters all around us
Flowers blossom, radiate beauty and spread perfume
And give honey. On the eve of life
Flowers silently fall to the earth, they belong.
Oh my creation this is mission of human life
You are born, live life of giving
And bond the human life
Your mission is the Life Tree.
My blessings to you my creation.

Oh my human race!
Let's sing the song of creation.

Me and my friend Prof. Vidyasagar travelled together by air between Hyderabad and Delhi. Our plane flew through the sky surrounded by milky white clouds. The grand scene moved our souls. Thereafter, when we were walking at the Asiad Village Complex, the layers of branches and flowers of Nagphali tree soaked our souls with a divine experience. I was provoked into writing 'Life Tree'.
-A.P.J. Abdul Kalam

My dear Soldiers

My dear Soldiers by A.P.J. Abdul Kalam

Oh! Defenders of borders
You are great sons of my land
When we are all asleep
You still hold on to your deed
Windy season or snowy days
Or scorching sun's sweltering rays
You are there guarding all the time awake
Treading the lonely expanses as yogis
Climbing the heights or striding the valleys
Defending the deserts or guarding the marshes
Surveillance in seas and by securing the air
Prime of your youth given to the nation!!
Wind chimes of my land vibrate your feat
We pray for you brave men!! 
May the Lord bless you all!! 

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